#MY BABYYYY MY JOY MY EVERYTHING!!!

[ashemellow]

happy birthday ashe🍰

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MUSE ASHE BRADLEY I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!😭💚💚💚

[zipperrants]

not a vent I promise

Zipper....life has no meaning

Everything is dull...gray...sad...

It feels like the joy has been sucked from the world....never to return

*I accidently deleted my criminal minds script and have to redo all of it*

oooooh poor babyyyy do you wanna stab the deep a couple of times to make you feel better??

[madame-fear]

More thoughts

I think Luke likes stars but knows absolutely nothing about them, he’s been told many times about it but it never sticks really, but you know a fair little bit, so every time you go out when the stars are out, he always likes so guess what constellations are what, and getting flushed when you correct him.

Small thoughts today I’ll send some bigger ones later😻

-💕

BABYYYY i swear i've been thinking all day long about your thoughts and seeing this on my ask box made my day !! hope you like this babe, wrote it a bit sleepy but eager to write ♡♡♡

I think Lucerys would indeed be fascinated with the beauty of stars and constellations — such a pretty sight to admire when the sun disappears. And I know that he'd try to get lots of knowledge regarding them by reading books, or simply being taught by the maesters.

Unfortunately, the information doesn't seem to get stuck on his head; as soon as he learns something, it sticks with him for a few days, but he rapidly forgets about everything he studied. Until, he met you — whom has a lot of wisdom with stars, costellations, and everything related. Or at least, your knowledge with such topics is absolutely grand for him, and something he admires; and definitely something that makes him feel head over heels for you.

Honestly, Luke could hear you talk and ramble about stars & such and he won't complain at all, in fact, he'll attentively listen to every single word you say. Somehow, even if he is still slightly clueless about the topic, you managed to get some information stick to his brain. How? Because, since Lucerys is absolutely dumbfounded by you, he'd secretly love to have you correcting him when he's mistaken in something. And occasionally, he'd try to impress you and show off that he pays attention to everything you tell him by... getting some things right. Small things, but some.

Both of you would often stroll outside the castle together, side by side, when the moon takes over the sky and the stars finally come out to brightly shine above you. Of course, this is always the perfect moment for him to be corrected and/or praised by you. And obviously it is, because he is the one inviting you to stroll outside with him at night!

“This is such a beautiful night, is it not?” his voice lowly and kindly inquired as he turned to look at you while you walked side by side together outside the Dragonstone castle. With a broad smile, you nodded in agreement. His head then curiously stared up at the sky as you walked. “Ah, is that the... C-Cassiopeia constellation?” looking up along him as he pointed at a notoriously shiny constellation, his voice sounding clearly uncertain, you softly chuckled and shook your head. “That is the Orion constellation.” you corrected Lucerys, and as you did so, his hazel eyes admiringly stared back at you with a glint of joy at being educated by you. “You see, the Cassiopeia constellation is shaped like the letter W. While, on the other hand, the Orion constellation is more shaped like a hunter with a bow.” you continued mindlessly rambling, not realising how Luke's cheeks had began to turn into a tint of intense crimson at seeing how much you knew about the topic. “Ah, how interesting, I see.” he mumbled rather mindlessly. “You see that straight line?” you pointed out, staring at the sky, as he mimicked your actions. “That, is Orion's belt. You see—” you continued, talking, and talking quite passionately. Even if he did indeed pay attention to all of your explaining, his eyes were fixed on you entirely, and how pretty you looked when you talked about all your knowledge, plus the way your eyes excitedly glinted. And, oh... the way his cheeks were intensely flustered whenever you corrected him. Even if he, deep down inside, felt slightly embarrassed to be mistaken with something that clearly you knew very well, he deeply appreciated how sweet and understanding you were when explaining. And you? You could explain a thousand of times without it bothering you, especially when it came to helping him understand something that he clearly wanted to know more about. But, all only for him.

And not only he felt an overwhelmingly joyful heart fluttering on his chest when you corrected him and then bombed him with information, but also, when you proudly praised him for getting something right.

“That shining star must be part of the Sirius constellation.” sneaking outside the castle at night was already a routine for the two of you. And guessing the stars and constellations had rapidly became part of that fun routine. Turning around to look at him, a proud, broad grin appeared on your lips, and you playfully began clapping. “Correct! You are right!” joyfully, you threw yourself at him with your arms wide open, and tightly embraced him; as you shyly pecked his cheek. “I was afraid I bored you with my long rambling whenever we are outside. I must say, I'm proud you've been learning more about such thrilling topic.” Bore him? Oh, no, no. You could never possibly bore him — in fact, he felt incredibly lucky and thankful to the Seven for bringing you into his life. “Yes– I mean, no! I-I mean... y-you could never bore me!” his green eyes widened at feeling your lips pecking his cheek delicately, causing him to stammer upon his words, and an understanding chuckle to escape your lips. “In fact, I... I learn more with you than with my own maesters, or even, books about constellations.”

His heart loudly thumps against his chest everytime you either correct him, or simply praise him — and he can't never get enough of you.

So, yes, he'll always keep wanting to get more information from you when it comes to your knowledge of constellations and stars whenever you're outside together, in the middld of the night — either strolling around, or laying by the grass stargazing peacefully.

And, obviously, expect him to occasionally get "mistaken" on purpose with something that he already knows what he's saying is wrong, but he does it to merely have you correct him. Gods, he has heart eyes for your intelligence.

♡ taglist : ♡

@jjamieberry @anemicroyalcore @countsmoon @tickle-euphoria @beeebo234 @manuholland6 @capellaadara @kyuupidwrites @tchatso

[the1975attheirverybest]

Ok I have a really sad one but what about mattys been home for like a year after baby was born and you both agree that you're ready for the boys to go back on tour. You facetime every evening before baby goes to bed and usually they're playing with toys or sometimes matty reads them their bedtime story over facetime. Well this time baby decides to take their first steps on facetime and walk over to Matty and he is equally crying with joy/pride and sobbing because he's missing out on milestones and feels like the worst father ever

🌷🌷

Awwwww babyyyy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Matty has definite got into a somewhat silly habit of buying doubles of the children’s books that he gets his baby cuz he wants to have copies with him when he goes on tour. So that whenever he calls, he can let his baby choose whichever book they gotta read for bedtime. He sings a little lullaby after and everything.

And on days off in between shows, or in the tour bus, or their way between cities etc he like calls just randomly if he knows his wife is gonna be home and asks to be put on FaceTime and have the phone propped up somewhere in the living room so he can feel like he’s there with them. He just hangs out and watches his kid play and eat dinner and play with mommy.

So, one day, they’re both to put baby down for the night. But the kid is a bit too hyper to wanna go to bed. There are toys strewn on the floor everywhere, and they’ve gotten into this habit…you know when kids are first learning to walk, how they’ll first learn to use the edges of furniture to move around? Like they’ll hold on the edge of the coffee table and then the side of the couch or something to be stood up and sort of slinking around? Yeah, so it’s mainly that. Just baby trying to be brave and move around with the assistance of the furniture and whatever is available. For a while, both parents attention is on the child as they try to mentally and emotionally prepare for a difficult bedtime. They know there will be resistance. Maybe some tears. Matty keeps saying “two more minutes and then we really have to go to sleep. Mommy’s tired she deserves some quiet time.”

Then, the conversation kinda drifts to something Mundane. Like, Maybe Matty is talking to his wife about what him and Hann did that day or what sightseeing he wants to do once they get to their next city. But as they’re chatting, they both notice baby start to let go of the edge of the table and walk independently. They’re both trying to alert each other to what’s going on but they’re too excited to form full sentences so it’s just like “matty! Oh my god!!! Walking!! It’s happening!” And a bunch of squeaking from both of them. When baby makes it to the other end of the couch (just a few small steps later) they both clap and yell out “yaaaayyyy you did it babbyyyy” and start making up silly songs about their kids first steps and hype them up.

But as soon as they stop, and instead of complete silence, Matty’s sniffling fills the air. Mom is teary eyed too so at first she thinks it’s just happy tears. But then she looks at the screen and matty is full on crying. She makes a joke about how he’s the most emotional person she’s ever met but that’s okay because she finds his soft gentle side really attractive.

Matty eventually shakes his head and tries to wipe his tears with the back of his hand. “It’s not that…it’s just” and he pulls into the camera view a little onesie of the baby’s that he’d stolen to take on tour. He’s thinking about how by the time he gets back 6 months from now baby will have outgrown the onesie. “We’re gonna need to buy baby shoes now. And not those cute decorative ones. Real ones. For walking. A dad should fuckin be there for his child’s first shoes!” It dawns on him that this is his fate now. Baby’s first steps, first shoes, first words, soon it’s gonna be first day of school, and recitals, and birthdays, and what’s next? Graduations too? “Fuck, I’m not saying I don’t love my job. I’ve very very fortunate to still be doing this decades later. But….i just don’t think it’s fair. Parents shouldn’t have to work. Like ever.”

She tried to comfort him and tell him that she works too and she feels bad that her kid has to spend any amount of time without her during the day. That sometimes she sits at work, checking the time, knowing that usually when nap time is over, and that her child is going to wake up to someone who isn’t her makes her sad. “But it’s good for kids to see their parents work! We’re setting a good example. Ambition and drive are important! Besides, you’re here! You saw this and just cuz it’s over a phone screen, doesn’t mean it’s any less memorable. Do you really think that you’re going to forget the day that you saw your little baby take their first steps????”

“Well, I won’t now. Cuz it’s also always going to be the day I wept like my little baby over the phone a thousand miles away from you.”

“Tell you what? We can buy the new shoes together. You go to the store and pick them out. Mail them.”

“It’s not the same thing as-“

“Fine, fine. We’ll stay a few extra days the next time we fly in? Maybe we can take a trip? Every shoe store in town. We’ll test them out and everything.”

“Oh yes, yes! Do you think they still make squeaky ones?”

“Those cause headaches, Matty.”

“Or the laser ones. You know the ones that light up? Oh I used to love these on Louis. Just a little kid wobbling about shooting laser beams from their feet.”

“As long as they don’t make any disruptive noises-“

“Adidas trainers. The most comfortable. Hey, let’s all get matching ones. All three of us. It’d be cute!”

[legendarybelmont]

hey. hey wait. ok youve given me brainworms over this. i think the best name for the whole concept of a conclusion of the sorrow story being called “coda of sorrow” is very fitting actually. because. idk gow much yk ab music terminology but a coda is basically a function in music which requires you to replay the piece from the beginning, but leads you to a different ending than the orig. coda also means end (lit. “tail), ie an end to sorrow. an end to the cycles of pain and sadness and trauma which overshadow the entire castlevania franchise + narrative :]

also the idea of arikado eventually discarding the title of “alucard” and fully just. going by and embracing the title of “dracula” by the end of the narrative is so. ough. idk if thats something youd use/keep but. OUGH.

i also have. emotions about actual like musical aspects, ie how one might go abt writing the boss theme for him in this au but i dont wanna. clutter up your ask box lol

i am. so very normal about this i assure you.

- vampirebelmonts / saratrantoul i just cant send from my main bcs its not my default

thats my job o7 or so my two friends who care can tell you. as far as i can tell once you get stuck in the "oh arikado is really shitty actually" realisation theres no going back :D it actually happens to add a lot more depth to the story, even though arikado is really just mean in aria because they needed a plot device and everything in dawn is coincidental, and they 'fix' his personality in grimoire of souls (... mostly, hes just really fucking mean to death instead which is actually unlike him, him and death are usually quite amiable considering the circumstances). something something breaking cycles is one thing but its not as easy as it sounds, especially if, unlike soma, youve been chewed up and spat out by them continuously, intimately. its nice contrast

i dont know jack mcfucking shit about musical terminology teehee so thats really interesting! i didnt really have a solid name in mind, just thoughts about arikado and alucardraculas final words as he dies and whatnot. also the difference between the good ending (breaking the cycle, just a different one this time, a personal one) and the bad ending (it keeps going babyyyy all hail the inevitability of fate being blended with self-perpetuation until the lines are completely blurred)

the part about dracula as a title and alucard keeping it happens to tie into my most shitposty au of all time, a vhd crossover au, and im not going to elaborate further because its a bit shitty but yeah no ABSOLUTELY something id keep. the light novel does show that dracula is a title, judging by the way death phrases things, so! you know how it is. fun

anyway yeah this whole thingamajig is kind of my pride and joy as a castlevania fan? even though its probably kind of obvious and i heavily doubt im the first person to think of it, i like to consider it my crowning thought piece, as disconnected and rambly as it actually is in practice because it COULD be a whole ass essay except im bad at writing and well bejvyihdik. so anyway the point is i like talking about it and maybe showing off a little when im not petrified with anxiety so feel free to spam the inbox i really dont mind :]

[sayingyournames]

for the love of GOD tell me about trans sirius in the early 2000s babyyyy

this one is my main focus rn!!!!

basically I wrote a mini-fic back last month to the song 'you wouldn't like me' about trans sirius & record store owner remus but set in like 2005!!! texting on nokia phones, dancing to bubblegum pop at the club, and centering the whole universe around the tegan and sara album 'so jealous.' here's the mini-fic!

just thinking about sirius being 20ish in the early 2000s. bopping around his apartment listening to “you wouldn’t like me” and singing SO loud and thinking about the guy who works at the record store and wondering if they have a copy of this album, if he should just go ask. any excuse to see him. putting on his binder, smoothing his chest in the mirror, singing, i feel like i wouldn’t like me, if i met me braiding his messy hair and putting earrings in and watching the curve of his own hips like they belong to someone else. high-waisted jeans, worn-in tank top, nose ring. put together, uniform and neat but like a fuckin’ jenga tower - one wrong touch and the whole thing would topple over. i feel like, you wouldn’t like me if you met me sirius wears platform motorcycle boots to make him taller, he keeps his head down on the walk there but snaps up as soon as he’s inside the shop and - there he is. standing next to the ‘new arrivals’ section like everything is normal, completely unaware that the simple act of him existing in the world turns sirius’s upside down. the shop is empty, it’s just the two of them and he looks radiant, gives sirius a wide open smile. “sirius - hi, i - i’ve never really gotten to introduce myself, i’m remus. have you heard this album yet?” he - remus, sirius’s favorite name, maybe he should change his own again - holds up a copy of “so jealous” and the unexpected joy of being known fills sirius up to the brim. don’t you worry, there’s still time

this will be expanded into a long, multi-chapter fic! I am deep in the research phase rn. I mean was 15 in 2005 so I have a pretty good knowledge base already lol

[strongheartneteyam]

❤︎︎❤︎︎𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘❤︎︎❤︎︎Congrats on 1000 you deserve that and so much more!!! IN MY OPINION YOU DESERVE 10000 but I digress. Your talent is honestly shocking and it’s such a joy to read everything you produce, not to mention your eye for aesthetics!! Thank you for being the first person in this fandom to speak to me, invite me into a server, and make me feel so safe and welcomed. You have a heart of pure gold and I adore you to no ends👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

(lookin sexy asf in that pic mamas;)

♡ KIRA, MY GIRLFRIEND ♡ TYSM BABYYYY 😭💕💕💕 you're so amazing, you have no idea! your words are always so full of love and encouragement and praise I just can't you're too wonderful 🥺😭❤ i don't even know what to say honestly just tysm for thinking so highly of my writing 😭‼️ and God I'm so glad I became friends with you and added u to my server cuz you're incredibly sweet and funny and beautiful and so much more! I'm the one who wants to say "thank u" for every time you've interacted with me and put a smile on my face. my precious lil baby 🌹💗 and TY AAAA you're so sexy too boo that's why you're my gf 😼💌 ILYSM MY SWEET never forget that 😘💖

[musette22]

MINNIE!!!! oh my gosh i'm so sorry i'm so late but HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

you are so so wonderful and i count myself lucky to know you on this hellsite (affectionate). thank you for your kindness and your enthusiastic tags and your beautiful fics and for being my tumblr mom. you are such a joy, and i hope that today was everything you wanted it to be and included lots of good food, cuddles from lily, and all of your favorite people. wie schön, dass du geboren bist, wir hätten dich sonnst sehr vermisst 💗💗💗💗 i love you!!!

LUISA BABYYYY 💗✨💗✨💗✨💗 Thank you so much, you absolute cutie and gem of a human being!!! It's been a low-key but lovely day with all of the above, actually 🥺 Feeling very lucky and loved!!! I'm so happy to have gotten to know you too, you're truly a delight to know!

And aaaahhh that saying is so lovely, always makes me a little emotional 🥹 Thank you for being the sweetest, I hope you're doing fantastic and I love you tooooooo 🥰🥰🥰

[lalie4l]

I ddon't know wtf is wrong with me, I always tend to fuck things up, everrrydamntiiime. I lost the only girl I truly love the most, I haven't really fully lost her but damn I feel like each day I'm loosing her, she's the only girl I truulllyyy love man...... Just when I planned things, for her, for us, for meeee, for our futuuure. Wtf maaaaan I don't know wtf is wrong with me. I'm guessing it's all those karma. Damn I don't know if I ever get to school this next sy, but probably I really won't jud, we can't. Fuck this man jxjdjx I love her so much. Lately I've been sleeping late, waiting for your possibly messages, notifications and everything. Switching apps to apps just to get a few words from you. Even if tug Na ka, I still stay up, I dunno, I just... Love you. Sleeping 4 just tk make sure tulog najud ka, waking up 8 just to greet you goodmornings. I know you don't ask for this but, I want toooo, it's the only thing that makes me feel like we're still.... Together, I miss you so bad. I've been so luspad lately, not eating that much like how I usually do like for real this time, no gana, eyes hurt from crying every kadlawn, lipong lipong. I don't want to loose youuu babyyyy, ikaw nalang juy naka sabut nako, maminaw nako, mo katawa sa ako jokes, ma lingaw kuyug nako, love ko genuinely. I miss you baby, sooo much. I dont want to loose you, and right now, I feel like I am. I miss you baby, I'm sorry if I can't give you the future that you wanted puhon, maybe I don't get as high as salary as you, or jxjdjx baby please I don't wanna loose you jud jxjdjx I'm madly Inlove with you. I don't know what's the point of this, I'm just typing my thoughts, and right now, the o ly thing in my head is you and how I hate to loose you. I LOVE YOU, Lalaine Joy Lusica Naldoza

I LOVE YOUUUUU

Please, ayawg ka wala ka ako life, ikaw rajuy tao jud Na akong ganahan og ikaw rajuy tao Na jxjdjx arguhgjdbdn bastaaaa xhjdhd

Ikaw ray nakasabut, maka sabot og mo sabut nako

I LOVE YOU, LALIE

PS I'm madly I love with you

[kithtaehyung]

HAPPY NEW YEAR RYEN 🎆🎇( its 2023 here already and want to start the year with thanking people who carried me through last year) I hope this new year treats you well and help you archive everything you want o⁠(⁠(⁠⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠⁠)⁠)⁠o

When I say I definitely would not have been able to survive this year without your blog ( both you and your writings ) I truly mean it (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠) simply saying this may not make you realize how much you helped me but now you are basically my older sister which I never had ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ( yes claiming you as my sister now hehe) *send you a hug and a hundred*

It's also been one year since I discovered 3tan cause I found it like a month after it was posted, so 'happy 3taniversary' and to discovering your blog (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) my first story was actually 'ugh f*ck' ( talk about an introduction) before I read 3 tangerines like a few days later and realized you wrote both stories (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I end up reading rest of your masterlist after that (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) and end up commenting for the first time ever which was how comfortable I feel around here (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) Thank you again for the amazing stories you give us which I'm sure take lot of brain power and thank you for creating this loving community too (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) I hope you are proud of what you did this year even though you may have regrets. Just know you made a person who lives oceans away from you happy and inspired multiple times throughout the year (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

Excited to see what another year with you brings and to start a new chapter of my life ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／I have not been excited for a new year in years cause nothing seems to be different anyways but things will be very different this year I'm both excited and scared but hopefully I can make it work and get step closer to how to the life I want to live (✷‿✷)

ps. My commentary is coming along , I seems to have underestimate how burnout I was but I have started multiple chapters and they are all coming up together. You can expect to get them all this month hopefully (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

-🍯

HONEY BABYYYY omfg i smiled so wide when i saw this message i'm screaming !! first, i'm glad that you're actually excited for this new year and going for the life you want to live. i'm doing the same, so let's go for it together :D

thank you so much for reaching out. when i tell you that you and your feedback box commentaries have been the fuel that keeps me going, i sincerely mean it. i spent so much time going through your feedback and squealing/laughing/crying the whole way through. no matter what i was doing - even if i was on my afternoon runs - i would get the emails and stop what i was doing to read them<33 and then would go back and read them again later in the night when i had time to settle in and read a lot more relaxed. each time, they have given me much joy, so thank you endlessly.

i can be the older sister you've never had! of course i can be that for you, babe. you're so sweet. i'm glad you were able to find this blog (and ahahaha both ugh f*ck and 3tan?? what a combo!) it's been a joy to have you. you never fail to mention the work and brainpower that writing this series takes, and it makes me feel better each time. this does take a lot of me so thank you for highlighting those aspects of the process. you've made this person happy, too. happy new year and i'll be thinking of you when i see fireworks🎆🎇

[beloathedzombie]

Going to buy purple sunglasses asap bc 1) I have been so much more light sensitive over the last month than ever before and 2) this hyperfixation on the joker has rocked my world and everything purple makes me think of him and every time I think of him I am filled with so much joy so might as well make everything purple tinted babyyyy

[maraczeks]

p+r s4 thread pt 1

[vaguely-yandere]

okay okay okay-

i saw your predatory darling that goes soft after fucking their yandere’s brains out post and i absolutely adore sensitive darling so i decided to combine them.

sensitive yandere just trying not to release the loudest moan possible when predatory darling pounces on them. they’re just so overwhelmed and happy and nervous and so, so overstimulated that they just wanna-

they don’t even notice the spots dancing along their vision, the very wet patch on their black pants from how hard/how much they came, the blood dripping down their lips from how hard they had to bite them to restrain themselves bc they didn’t wanna make a fool out of themselves right in front of darling.

and predatory darling’s like “oh… OH” and mentally facepalms bc the signs were all there.

but they’re also happy.

happy because sensitive yandere’s gonna be… entertaining to play with.

sensitive yandere’s having the time of their life — how could they not be on cloud nine? they’re in predatory darling’s home, they’re laying down on darling’s bed with darling, darling’s taking both of their clothes off and there’s a devious glint in their eyes and it’s taking everything in their power to not pass out right then and there.

and when all is said and done, they’re getting pampered??? bathing in predatory darling’s bathtub, being washed by predatory darling themselves???? their hair being run through so slowly and their scalp’s getting massaged so gently they just can’t take it anymore-!

and predatory darling only chuckles before going for a much softer round two right in the bathtub. predatory darling’s cooing right in their ear, showering them with so much sweet praise that sensitive yandere just can’t help but cry and cry and cry. tears of pure joy, of course!

predatory darling’s just kissing all of sensitive yandere’s tears away, and sensitive yandere can’t help but cry even more bc of how good they’re being treated and they’ve never been treated this nicely before.

after sensitive yandere’s all clean and sleepy, they’re just so giddy and clingy to predatory darling as they curl up in bed, with predatory darling comfortingly rubbing sensitive yandere’s back and just generally being soft.

AKA: i wanna peg sensitive yandere so hard they can’t even think of anything (not even me) and give them the love and praise they deserve right after<333

also, can i be poised darling???

poised darling is such a cute name, i love it!!! also, this is no longer a hellsite, it's a hellHOME cause y'all are READING MY DAMN MIND BABYYYY!!!!!!

LOVE pegging yanderes!!!!! will always be encouraging that, i think pegging ur yandere once a day keeps the doctor away! it's good for their health <3

i love predatory darling not even realizing that sensitive yandere is, well, a yandere for a while because they're too busy jumpin em!!!! in many ways! yandere is walking alone in a dark alley? gets pinned by their neck by their darling and has their wallet taken! (you'll give it back dw... after you take the cash) or maybe yandere is, for once, unaware of their surroundings and you scare the shit out of em by grabbing their sides! luckily sensitive yandere recognized your presence and sense before they could attack you because how DARE a random stranger touch the places only darling is allowed to touch???

and i just love how sensitive yandere is so... sensitive! so cute! cumming prematurely or without being properly touched is just so humiliatingly adorable and i love it! just imagining darling grinding against them in a semi public area (maybe in the closet at a party or behind a tree near idk a public area) and the poor yandere is trying so so hard not to moan darlings name loud enough to alert the entire city but it just feels so so good and you're touching them, your hands are hurting them, your touching all their sensitive spots and they just can't help but tense up and whimper as their eyes cross and their teeth sink into the bandaid around their lip (darling is smart and predicted this.. after a scar formed. whoops.) and their legs just squeeze you so so tight and finally, they go limp, already a few tears in their eyes and smile madly when you turn them around for your own pleasure! this round is of course much softer and 100% involves you kissing the back of their neck (which accidentally sets them off again)

of course, that will only happen after the poor yan has done it with you a few times. the first few times are so, so much more humiliating for them and you relish it. because imagine youve got the hots for this random person, right? a person who gives you all the perfect reactions to your teasing, to your random jump scares and they're just so cute and then, one time, you pin them to the wall for some teasing (predatory darling kinda sounds like a bully darling... A BULLY DARLING <3333!!!) and they're desperately trying to escape because fuck, you're so close, they can feel your breath and your warmth and your scent is surrounding them and it's all just like in their dreams and oh god, accidentally cumming in your pants when stalking someone is one thing but when they're barely TOUCHING YOU??? AND CAN SEE IT??? the poor yan is panting, holding back moans, so tense and they're practically trembling and you just think it's funny and when they can feel your laugh and make eye contact with you? gone. it's the first time you touched them for longer than a minute and they came. the pleasure is barely there, getting completely swallowed by humiliation and waiting for you to call them a disgusting perv (which will just make them more turned on but more guilty about it) but instead, you just slowly back up and guide them to the nearest bathroom (if it's in public you luckily have a jacket or bag to hide the very obvious dark mark in front of their pants), your arm around them and when you get there, you gently and oh so sweetly undress them, ensuring there's no one there and the bathroom is locked beforehand, and clean them up with the thin as fuck tissue paper (or incredibly soft tissue paper if ur at home. treat urself <3), kindly reassuring them it's okay and when ur hand touches their junk? their hands are on your shoulders and their knees are buckling and their face is just so red and splotchy and they have tears STREAMING down their face from embarrassment and pleasure and you just quietly chuckle and kiss their head before cleaning up the new mess. you even wash their underwear n pants in the sink! how sweet!

they repay you, of course. if you're at home, they'll get right down on their knees and beg you to use them and if you're in a public bathroom, you best believe they're clinging to you and begging for you to let them "return the favor" some place more sanitary. public bathroom sex IS hot but sensitive yandere insists it's not perfect enough for you. also, they don't wanna kneel on the icky floor but they won't ever admit that to you (unless you ask) cause you might be sadistic enough to make em do it :(

oh and god FORBID you spit on em, don't even get me started on just how nasty sensitive yandere can get !!!! insane levels. if you have a period................ make sure you pretend to care a lot about blood pathogens around them bleh!!!!

[bubbleteaa]

It took you long enough [Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader]

it took you long enough;; pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader [HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA-CHAN!<3] fandom: haikyuu!! genres: PURE FLUFF word count: 800<3 a/N: FIRST OF ALL AHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAV SEIJOH BOY<33333 MY BABYYYY AHHH:c i love him so much. I want to give special thanks to @fukuronani (riss my wifey, check her work and support her<3) because she gave me permisson to use one of her manga colourings<3. And I want to thank to my baby @annalyn-annalyn​ for beta reading, ly baby<3! I want to dedicated this to @from-left-to-write (Lee baby<3) because i know how much she love iwa *cough cough* like a lot *cough cough* and to all of my Iwa-chan stans<3. So yeah, I hope you really like this! Please take care of yourself and don’t hesitate to send me a message if you are feeling low, I love you! 

Summary: The first time he says to you the L word.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

His olive-green eyes always expressed what his mouth couldn't let go. Most of the time, especially when he wants to tell you something, he gets so nervous that he always choose to just look at you for minutes and minutes, trying to explain to you what he wants or wants you to know with his light attractive irises.

This was not easy for you, but it was not impossible either. You couldn't pressure him to talk to you about certain things, and you couldn't force him to open up verbally with you. Therefore, you did everything possible to understand his looks, his facial expressions, his touches.

It was as if you had learned another language, almost.

Nor was it as if he did not speak; He just had a hard time saying “You look so beautiful, Y/N”, “I want to cuddle, Y/N, come here”, “Kiss me, Y/N”.

But especially it was hard for him to say “I love you”.

And he loved you too much. He loves you, too much. There are no words to express how much he loves you, how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, how much he longs to build a future with you.

At the beginning of your relationship, the fact that he didn't say the L-word after you did, hurt you. He noticed it and felt guilty. How can he not love you? How can he not adore the color of your eyes, the smell that your body spread off when you hugged him, your lips against his skin? How could he not want to hear your voice, your name, your giggle?

How can he not love you?

His head kept wondering the same thing - listing all the reasons why he was in love with you - as he watched you cook something in his kitchen. He got up from the couch and walked carefully -not wanting to make too much noise-, loving how focused you were on cooking. A warm smile played across his lips when you blinked at him.

“Haji? You good?” your voice was so melodic, but it was nothing compared to how sounds when you just wake up. You were adorable, you were perfect, you were the love of his life. No, not only that, you were everything to him, his world, his life, his other half. You were that then, and you are that now “Are you hungry?”

His mind travels through time. He remembers the first time you spoke to him, the time you confessed your feelings for him, the kisses before the matches, the kisses after the matches, the feeling of your fingers stroking his hair as he cried on your chest because of his insecurities, how you always had the exact words and actions to make him feel better.

He remembers why you here, why both of you are together.

Why you both deserve to continue together.

And why you have to stick together until some supernatural force or death separates you from him.

“I love you”

Time stands still after those three words. He admires how your eyes open and closes slowly, amazed by his words; and he loves you very much, he loves how your lips part and your eyes moisten after he told you what you had expected to hear for years, loves the fact that you cover half of your face with your delicate hands, loves the smell of food you were preparing, loves how good the house feels with your presence.

“I love you with all my heart, baby”

Those words are stronger, now there are tears of fill with excitement and joy covering your cheeks; he loves how you stop cooking and how you walk towards him, loves how you look at him into his eyes, how your lashes look so shiny, how his hands start to clean your tears, how you smile so brightly at him.

“It took you long enough to say it, didn't it?” You want to sound challenging, but you end up sobbing into his chest, holding him tight. Iwaizumi hugs your trembling body, kissing the crown of your head with a smile. He loves how beautiful you look in his arms, loves how good the warmth of your body feels against his, loves to be the man who has the happiness, and the luck to be by your side.

“Yes” he confesses, taking your face and planting a kiss on your soft, pinky lips “I love you very much”

“I love you, Hajime”

“I love you more, Y/N”

He really does.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ C h e e s e  c u l t : @akaashichigo @drainedjaz @haikkeiji @annalyn-annalyn @mlkytobio @sosugasweet @cali-writes-sometimes @simping4ratsumu @shishinoya @ushiwakaa @from-left-to-write @akaashit-baeji  @kxgeyamasmilk @agaassi @hanibuni @cupofkenma  @kawanisshi @milkandc00kiez  @thiccbokuto @shinsukestan @sufiawrites @wakaitoshi @skyguy-peach @fern-writes-ig @briswriting @kawaiikraykray @miyuswriting @raevaioli @ouikarwa @hakueishirei​ @pineapplekween​ @estherwritess​ @keiji-n​ @achoohq​ @badlywritten-hq​ @mochibeaa​ @oinkanna​ @chxrry-wxne​ @spudicide​ @airybby​ @asranomical​ @karmasuna​

｡･:*˚:✧｡ G e n e r a l  m a s t e r l i s t: @trashys-things​ @softforshigi​ @groundzeroagency​ @edensxgarden​ @pm4gal​  @yams046​ @thatfanfictionwriter

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XV — masterlist

concept: the three times chris comforted you, and the times you returned the favour. the slowest of slow burns, the angstiest of all angst. part sixteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 3,8k

warnings: drinking, so much fluff, heartbreaking angst

author's note: this one, guys, gals, and non-binary pals, is for @fangirlovestuff because it's her BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYYYY (and i'm sorry in advance). the songs are linked, so if you don't know them, you can check 'em out :)

In your ten months of knowing him, Chris had always known how to cheer you up, irregardless of how big or small the issue was.

You would even go so far as to call him a master of distraction – because by the end of the day, you wouldn't even have known you'd cried at all.

You could recall three times he had been there for you, and the two times you returned the favour.

The first time he had seen you cry – about three months into your living situation – he had been by your side immediately, pulling you flush against his body. He held you in his big arms for the longest time, and just waited the sobs out.

He wasn't the type of person to press, and he knew you'd tell him what was wrong if you wanted.

Instead, he asked you what you wanted.

You were lightheaded and cry‐drunk, so it took a moment to come back to yourself. "Huh?"

"Do you want to be quiet or loud?"

"I just..." You struggled to find words that didn't make you sound needy, but you found none. "I don't want to be alone."

"That's out of the question," he smiled knowingly. "So, what will it be, {your last name}? Quiet or loud?"

He had a twinkle in his eye, one that suggested his question delved deeper than the words implied.

"Quiet."

And then he was pulling you up off the couch and out the door in total disregard of your chosen attire.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Chris, I'm literally in my pyjamas–"

But he was already opening the garage, the creaks of the gears overshadowing your weak protests.

"You're wearing pants this time," he winked at you. "So we have that going for us."

And then you were in the car, location still a mystery.

Any attempts to get a modicum information was shut down with a simple "it's a surprise."

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because then it wouldn't be a surprise."

And you were glad he hadn't told you, because soon, you were pulling up outside a place you hadn't been to since you were a kid and going on school trips. You'd never been to any L.A. ones, having moved there only half a year ago. But the way your whole body immediately was overcome with such calm...

It was like you had been hoping to come here since you'd woken up that morning, and had received the news of your grandfather's admittance to the hospital earlier that night.

But there was no way for Chris to have known that your grandfather had taken you to the aquarium when you were young, telling you about all the fish, helping you make up increasingly bizarre backstories for them.

He just knew you had to leave the house, and go somewhere quiet.

And it was a weekday, so the chances of kids screaming and running through the aquarium hallways were slim to none.

So while you walked in the tinted blue light, eyes scanning over information plaques and watching the multi-coloured aquatic animals lazily drift past the glass panes in a comfortable silence, you reached out to give his wrist a gentle squeeze.

His hands had been sitting in his pockets, giving you your space, but hovering close enough to you to let you know you weren't alone.

"Thank you," you croaked out softly.

When you turned your head to look at him, he had been looking at you, a smile of heartwarming endearance on his face.

If you hadn't been so consumed by the exhibits, you'd have known that he hadn't taken his eyes off you the entire time, and you'd have known he also hadn't stopped smiling. Smiling at you, seeing just how happy you were, even though your eyes were still watery and worry was still thick in your throat.

He slid his hand out of his pocket easily to lace your fingers together, loose enough for you to pull away if you had wanted, but tight enough for you to know that he had no intention of letting go first.

But you didn't pull away, instead strengthening the intwining grasp.

And so you continued, walking through the aquarium in that comfortable silence. And at some point along the way, you found laughter again, pointing out the ugliest fish and saying it was him, only to have him gasp in mock surprise.

"My God, you're such a flirt," he'd say.

And then he'd point out the most beautiful fish he could find.

"That's you."

——————

The second time was a week later.

It was your grandfather again, but the issue had been more serious than any one of your family members initially believed.

You didn't cry this time, but Chris could sense the immeasurable sadness in your posture, the way you sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead.

He came to stand in front of you, and gently knelt down so your eyes would focus on his. Everything about his stature screamed concern as he caressed the hair away from your face.

"Quiet or loud?" He had asked so softly, so simply.

"Loud."

He helped you up, careful with your fragile state. He walked you to your room, into the bathroom, and left you to take a calming shower by yourself.

When you'd gotten out, gotten ready for whatever surprise excursion was next – dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans, scuffed sneakers on your feet but Chris would claim you looked prettier than he'd ever seen you – Chris was waiting for you by the front door.

You knew better than to ask him where he was taking you this time. And honestly, you were too drained to even muster the words.

You wanted loud, to drown out the misery.

And you got what you wanted.

Chris had taken you to a local pop-up carnival, and in spite of the cloudy weather mirroring your emotion, threatening rain, it was filled with screaming kids and the sounds of joy.

"They come by once every six months," he explained while you waited in the line to enter. "I wanted to take you under different circumstances, but..."

"It's wonderful," you assured him, although your tone didn't sound like it.

He paid your entrance fees – buying a large roll of game tickets for the both of you – and with his hand ghosting over the small of your back, he guided you inside.

Your smile first came when you were on the ferris wheel, and it didn't fade until you were back home, saying good night.

You had spent the whole afternoon there, and even most of the evening, until around ten, when they had begun to take down the stalls and unpitch their tents.

"I'm totally going to crush you at this," you had grinned at him at some game or another. And you did, but only because he wasn't entirely focused on the game, but watching you.

He would tell himself later, as he lay in bed, the reason he couldn't take his eyes off you was because he had wanted to make sure you were alright, and having a good time. But that was a half truth. The full truth was simply because he couldn't stop looking at that smile he loved so much, on the girl he loved more.

A sense of pride would swell in his chest at the very thought of him having played a part in your happiness.

And so you did absolutely crush him. But only because he'd been distracted, and, if truth be told, because he let you.

You held your prize – a hilariously massive teddy bear, drowning you in its fluff – with both arms, laughingly taunting him for his loss, which had got him a much smaller bear (a participation trophy at best) which he carried in one hand.

You had also gone to the circus they had there, your teddy bear seated beside the two of you, taking up a whole seat by itself. You marvelled at the trapeze artists, the charisma of the ringleader, the fire juggler from Prussia, and even found it in yourself to giggle a little at the clowns who you thought you'd be irreparably prejudiced against since you watched Stephen King's It.

And if you were to now scroll back in your camera roll, you would find the hundreds of pictures you had taken together in the hall of mirrors, and the beautiful twinkling lights of the distant city that sparkled like their own constellation from your view at the top of the wheel.

But you wouldn't scroll back now.

Not now.

———————

The third time had just been a bad day.

Nothing set it off, but you'd woken feeling like trash, and it really didn't sit well with you.

It had been post kiss, post Vegas, in that week Chris had returned, and he could feel it the second you stepped into the kitchen.

His usual morning greeting of "good morning, Sleeping Beauty" fell short on his lips.

"Both," you said to him, already knowing the question he was going to ask.

You had managed to get yourself dressed that day, thinking that that one step into productivity would pull you out of your slump. It hadn't. So you told him "both," and he immediately complied.

Setting the mug down, coffee unfinished, he grabbed his keys off the counter. He called for Dodger, and you were in the car again.

This time, you already knew where you were going. It wasn't a difficult puzzle to solve, especially with Dodger there with you.

And your suspicions were confirmed when he pulled up to a remote beach, a hidden gem that only locals would know about.

And in the secluded bay, you walked alongside each other, Dodger prancing ecstatically into the water and darting across the sand.

You watched him greet other dogs, tail wagging. You encountered very few people, giving them a greeting smile in passing.

It really was the perfect mixture of both – serene in the best way possible, ocean waves loud in their crash on the shore.

Chris made no effort to hide his gaze on you this time, aside from a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, obscuring his eyes.

"Why are you wearing those?" You chuckled.

"What?"

"You're wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Did it not come with instructions or something?"

"Oh, that," he grinned. "I wear the cap for the aesthetic, sunglasses for the disguise."

You had to reach up on your tippytoes to do what you did next – which, if you were so inclined, could be referred to as theft in the court of law.

You easily snatched the cap off his head, and, dancing out of his reach, put it on. It was a size too big, and dipped into your eyes, making him laugh through the stern demeanor he was jokingly putting on.

"Give that back," he warned. "You're ruining the aesthetic."

You repeated him mockingly, and then he was chasing you down the beach, your squeals of delight interrupting the peace and grabbing Dodger's attention.

You weren't being chased down by one Evans anymore, but two, and hoping to find sanctuary, you made your way into the water.

The sea lapped eagerly at your knees, stray droplets clawing to soak into the frayed denim of your shorts.

Chris had been wearing jeans – not exactly intending for a beach day that morning – and you'd hoped that would be enough to halt the attack.

"If you think that some water is gonna stop me from righting this injustice," he began, equally as out of breath as you were. He had been holding himself back from outright catching up to you, and you knew that – Chris was the epitome of fitness. What did you expect? To outrun Captain America? – "nay, this crime, then you are dead wrong."

"I'm in international waters!" You called back, flicking the peak of his cap teasingly. "I'm out of your jurisdiction!"

"Fuck jurisdiction!" He yelled out, and then he was wading towards you.

Water slowed both of you as you tried to keep out of his grasp, but he had the benefit of being naturally quicker. He had you in a bearhug, trapping your body against his as you struggled to break free.

"Give it back," he playfully growled into your ear.

"Never! You'll never take me alive!" You fought the words out through your laughter.

And then Dodger was there too, all but pushing you over into the shallows of the shore.

You both lay there, allowing yourselves to be drenched, through and through, Dodger licking your faces excitedly.

And as the laughter slowly subsided and the cold the breeze introduced to your wet forms finally registered, you both got up.

"Alright, have your stupid hat back," you sighed, moving to take it off.

He captured your hand in a lightning quick grip, stilling your movements. "Keep it," he smiled. "Looks better on you anyways."

You smiled back sarcastically, rolling your eyes, before pushing him back down onto the sand playfully. "All this?! All this for me to keep it?!"

He propped himself up on his elbows to peer up at you, sunglasses knocked askew.

"Dodger, as my head torturer," you said to the exhilarated mountain of a dog. "I command you to execute this man."

———————

It was hard to watch a strong man crumble, and there were days when that happened, too.

It was the day of Dodger's operation – a hip surgery, nothing too life threatening – but Chris, with all his quick wit and charming smiles, was a shell of himself.

Of course, you were worried too. But Chris needed you more than you needed him, and so, in the mournful silence of the waiting room, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He flinched a little at the sudden contact, but didn't pull away.

"Quiet or loud?"

In all definitions of the word – in the hour he had been in that waiting room, leg bouncing – he never thought he could hate quiet as much as he did now.

"Loud."

It took some effort to tug him to his feet, his body sluggish with worry. But he was up, and you were guiding him to the door, leaving your number with the vet secretary for any updates.

You didn't want Chris to be worrying and checking his phone every five seconds, because you knew how that dread felt. No, he needed a distraction.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

You had never understood why Chris enjoyed doing that to you, never telling you where he was going to take you, but with the thrill of him not knowing, you got it. Spontaneity ran in his veins, and he didn't press like you so often did in the past.

You had been in L.A. long enough to find your own little secret spots, and to know exactly where you were without much guidance.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't really know where you were taking him until your legs had absentmindedly taken you to an old vintage diner you knew had once been the talk of the town – filled to the brim with hipsters – before once again slipping into obscurity.

It was late into the night, but the diner was open 24/7, and you knew Chris hadn't eaten in a while.

When the bell jangled upon your entry, the waiters jolted, having taken to sitting down in the vacancy of their restaurant.

A few customers lingered here and there, club goers drunkenly scarfing down fries to try and sober up a little before hitting the next party and insomniacs downing their third cup of coffee that hour.

But for the most part it was empty, and, unfortunately, quiet.

"You here for karaoke night?" A bubblegum popping waitress asked. It really felt like the cliché, but it weirdly added to the charm. She stood, perched on the rubber stop of her roller skates, waiting for your response.

"Oh, hell yes we are," you grinned.

She took you to a table situated in front of a makeshift stage, a jukebox-karaoke machine hybrid standing proudly to one side.

Chris sat down, anxiety still heavy in his bones. You quickly ordered – two burgers, and a milkshake to share – before you were shedding your jacket and making your way on stage.

You didn't care about making a fool of yourself. The only thing you cared about was seeing Chris smile again, and in that moment, you'd do almost anything to make that happen.

You hummed in thought as you perused the songs available to you. You didn't expect much from the collection, given that the whole vibe of the diner was 50's through to early 90's. A total pocket dimension in time.

A song caught your eye and you grinned, selecting it immediately. Chris didn't want quiet – and you were going to be the loudest bitch here.

You could hear the whir of the machine as it came to life and you made your way to the vintage microphone. It crackled and whined when you pulled it closer to yourself.

You had caught the eye of the sobering-but-still-quite-drunk party animals, and they had come over to investigate.

"Sorry," you winced, voice booming on the mic. "This song goes out to my good friend Chris."

And then the music started to play, and he groaned. He knew the song decently enough, it having been one of your most replayed disco bops of the week.

"This is Sunny, by Boney M," you said over the intro. "Hope you enjoy."

And then you started to sing, intentionally bad at first to wheedle that cry strained laugh from Chris, and then finishing off in that voice he knew you had.

Every time the song mentioned "Sunny," you'd look directly at him, giving him an exaggerated wink. And at "I love you," you'd point at him, smile growing on your face as you danced ridiculously with the mic.

He was laughing, whole body shaking at how over-the-top you were being.

And when the song wrapped, you whooped into the mic, feedback squealing. "Thank you, everybody!" you panted.

The club goers applauded, screaming their drunken praises.

"YES, QUEEN!"

"YOU GO, BABY!"

"FUCK YES!"

"BEYONCÉ WHO?!"

That last one earned some shocked gasps and scolding. "Woah, dude. Too far."

"Thank you, thank you," you grinned, feeling alive. You could see the laughter starting to fade from Chris again, and so you moved to put on another song.

"This one," you whispered into the mic, "is a duet. So, please. Good friend Chris, wouldst thou riseth to the occasion?"

He shook his head, cheeks flushing at being called out.

"Oh, come on," you whined, the music already beginning to play out the intro. "For me?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, already smilingly weighing the pros and cons of his embarrassment. You batted your lashes. "I know you can sing, Evans. Don't start this shy shit now."

"COME ON, CHRIS!"

"YEAH, COME ON CHRIS!"

"Give the people what they want," you wiggled your brows.

He shrugged, muttering "fuck it," and reluctantly rising from his seat, he hopped on stage with one jump.

"You were working as a waitress at a cocktail bar, when I met you," he started singing flatly, eyes on yours, letting you know how much he didn't want to be up there. You arched a brow, pushing him let loose.

Slowly, with the encouragement of your smile, and the cheers from the drunk, he lost himself in the performance of "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League, even taking to dancing at your part of the duet.

And that's how you spent the rest of your waiting period – singing bad karaoke, shovelling food into your mouths between songs, and returning the favour of cheering on the clubbers when they had resolved to stay and sing because they decided the best time they were probably going to have that night was in that stuffy little diner on a street they probably would've walked right past on a regular day.

And when your phone rang for Dodger, you paid your bill, leaving a hefty tip in apology to the staff for having to endure your wailing. You said your goodbyes to your newfound friends of the night.

And Dodger was fine when you took him home.

And Chris was smiling again.

———————

You couldn't bare to dwell on the second time you took it upon yourself to cheer up Chris Evans, because the fact of the matter was, that just reminiscing about those other four had you muffling sobs all over again.

You thought about that day – the road back from Vegas, pulling off to Route 66, taking him to the food truck park – and the alcohol you urgently gulped down did nothing to numb you.

You had often looked back on those memories fondly. But now it was a gaping hole in your chest.

You were sitting on the balcony, overlooking the beach. In the distance, under moonlight, you saw a couple walking hand-in-hand, and you knew it was them.

"Thought I'd find you out here," a familiar voice said. It wasn't Chris', and that had you swigging another shot from the near empty bottle in your lap. "You holding up okay?"

"Ask me again in a month," you stated blankly. You hadn't even moved to address the newcomer, nor had you shifted over to make room for him. He sat all the same. "If you want to put a number to how long it takes to move on, ask Chris. The answer is a month."

It had taken a month for him to move from you to Lily. But it wasn't exactly like any of you had made your feelings and intentions known, aside from a kiss that you had claimed you'd been drunk for, and a confirmation of friendship.

If you let yourself think about it too long – which you had, on more than one occasion, this one specifically – it was your fault.

Sebastian reached over and gently pried the bottle from your iron grip. He looked at how much was left, surprised. And still, you gazed numbly ahead.

"This is how day one looks, huh?" He attempted a joke. Even he knew it fell flat, and instead took a sip to ease himself.

"The alcohol content in that bottle is directly proportionate to how many fucks I have left to give," you shrugged, voice monotonous.

"How much more are you going to put yourself through before you've had enough?"

"I've had enough," you sighed. "But I'll probably suffer a little more."

"You have more strength than I do, then."

His sympathetic arm wrapped around you, and you melted into his side, the comfort another person brought acting as a placebo salve to the pain. Like an ice pack on a shattered femur.

And you realised why you were so sad. Those memories meant nothing to you now.

They had lost their meaning because he wasn't there with you, on this roof, asking you that question when you needed it asked the most. Quiet or loud.

He wasn't there, and the taste of whiskey was chased away by ash.

[franklyshipping]

Defining Androids (Sequel to “The Self-Proclaimed Unflusterables (Part 4) - Defining Humanity”) ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOOOO IT’S SEQUEL TIME BABYYYY FROM A WONDERFUL ANON WHO HAS PROMPTED IT, LETS GET SOME ROMANCE ON WOOOOHOOOO LET’S DO IT!

TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier @bingylee and @bingy-switch

Google Blue huffed. He enjoyed working with technology, for there was always more to learn and adapt to and develop and create, but sometimes it could also be so mundane and tedious. Like the security cameras inside the Ego Manor for instance. No matter how many upgrades Blue would make to them, they would still always be in the habit of breaking down, and on this occasion the fix was requiring so much more effort. Blue was having to go into the wire-strewn mainframe that controlled everything in the manor so that he could isolate the specific electrical fault and fix it, meaning he was lying on his back, on the floor under a desk, arms and head deep in wiring as he tried to find the cause of the irritating issue. Such a task is made even more irritating when you have someone hovering near you being an annoyance rather than helpful.

‘Have you found the fault yet?’

‘No. Just like when I answered you 72 seconds ago Bing.’

Blue replied curtly, gritting his teeth as he tried to refocus on the nest of wires he was investigating….of course though, Bing was still incredibly interested in what Blue was doing. He was sat beside Blue’s legs and was trying to peer in, his burnt orange eyes looking curiously as he spoke again.

‘D’ya reckon it’s just one wire that’s gone funky?’

Blue sighed. A long, long sigh.

‘I don’t know. I don’t know what the problem is yet, because I have not found it. Once I find it, I assure you that you will be the first person to know.’

For the next twenty minutes or so, Blue kept on searching for the problem at hand. And despite all of Bing’s constant questions and aimless distracting conversation, eventually Blue managed to find it. It was annoyingly simple too, just a wire that had somehow unplugged itself. It took Blue a second to plug it in before running some remote diagnostics to see that all was well, and he sighed gratefully when he saw that the problem was fixed. He cleared his throat and called out.

‘Bing please make sure you are a little way away so that I can get myself out.’

‘No probs dude, you got plenty room!’

Bing replied as he shuffled back on his butt, and Blue grunted as he started to wriggle out, and soon his torso was completely out from under the desk….but then….Blue was forced to stop. Bing furrowed his eyes brows as he heard Google curse and mutter under his breath.

‘Uh, you good man?’

Blue had his teeth gritted in annoyance, because good is not how he would describe his current situation. His forearms and biceps were stuck above his head, entangled in thick wiring that was keeping the android trapped under the desk as a result. His arms and head were still beneath the desk, and Blue huffed as he replied.

‘I’m perfectly fine, just a bit tangled, I’ll be just fine.’

He tried wiggling and carefully bending his elbows, but as minute after minute passed the tangled wiring just did not want to co-operate and untangle itself! Meanwhile Bing was lying on his stomach and trying to look under the desk, cocking his head as he asked.

‘Dude you’re lookin’ real stuck under there-oh!’

Bing jumped to his feet suddenly, smiling and exclaiming with what was a completely spontaneous idea.

‘I’ll get Wilford to help! Remember that time when he just magicked himself outta ropes with the detective? He’ll know how to get ya out!’

‘Wait-Bing no wait!’

‘I’ll be back as soon as I can!’

‘BING!’

Blue called out, but he heard Bing’s footsteps hurry from the room, and immediately Blue felt embarrassed warmth coming to his face. Of all people. Of ALL people why did Bing have to go with Wilford?! Why not the Host with his reality bending narrations, that would have been far more logical! Blue knew Wilford was good at escapism….but the thought of Wilford seeing him trapped and vulnerable was so embarrassing, particularly given how Blue felt about Wilford. Okay….now Blue was actually glad that his face was hidden right now, especially when he then heard two sets of footsteps enter the room.

‘My, my, what do were have here?’

Blue felt himself smile unwittingly at the sound of Wilford’s warbling voice, and the android cleared his throat as he replied.

‘Good afternoon Wilford, I assume Bing has ah….briefed you on the situation?’

Wilford softly chuckled. The moustached man paced over, his eyes flicking over the armless, headless body laid out on the floor. Wilford nibbled his lip lightly, since he thought Blue looked rather adorable all trapped like this.

‘He has indeedy, but fear not! I’m not going to let my favourite android stay stuck, no offense Bingy.’

Wilford added, which made Bing snort and reply with a grin.

‘Noho probs man, Bluey really likes your company too.’

Blue’s eyes widened. As soon as he was out of here, he was definitely going to kill Bing. Wilford gasped brightly at Bing’s words, and put his hand to his chest as he exclaimed.

‘Oh really? Oh Blue you’re too sweet!’

Blue felt more warmth come to his cheeks, and he cleared his throat embarrassedly.

‘Yes, well, ahem…..if you wouldn’t mind Wilford, I don’t quite enjoy being stuck like this-‘

‘Oh! Yes of course, my apologies, I’ll sort ya out!’

Wilford exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he got on the floor next to Blue’s body. Bing smiled at the scene. Seeing Wilford smiling and looking at Blue so affectionately, and so Bing decided now was the time to leave the pair of them to themselves.

‘Right ah, I’ll go make some double checks on all the cameras, see you guys later.’

With that, Bing left, and Blue was left tense. Especially when he felt Wilford softly pat his stomach, which he was unable to even see a sliver of.

‘So uh, have ya wiggled as much as ya can wiggle under there?’

Blue flinched and cleared his throat, shivering at the feeling of Wilford touching him. Not just because it was Wilford, but also because….well….he was a particularly sensitive android.

‘A-Aha….yes I d-do think so….’

Wilford furrowed his brows at the sound of Blue’s stammers, flicking his eyes down to where he had his hand resting on Blue’s torso. Blue’s vulnerable, and rather…..attractively enticing torso. Wilford’s lips spread into a smile, and his trailed his fingertips over Blue’s stomach as he teased playfully.

‘Oh well now…..I think you might be able to wriggle just a little bit more….’

Blue’s eyes widened, and he started squirming and spluttering as he realised what Wilford was going to do. His face was the brightest turquoise imaginable.

‘N-Now Wilford th-thihis is completely u-uhunecessary! J-Just h-help mehe!’

‘But I am helping you! Nothing like a good tickle to help loosen everything up!’

Blue was squirming and giggling breathily, and then ended up gulping as he felt Wilford’s fingertips absently trail down to his hips. The threat near one of his tickle spots made him jolt and exclaim out of instinct.

‘W-Wihilford plehease!’

Wilford was grinning, he just found Blue so damn endearing and adorable right now, and at seeing Blue’s jolt, he decided he’d built the anticipation enough.

‘Please what? Please hurry and get me un-stuck? But of course!’

Blue then let out a rather un-Blue squeal as Wilford started scratching at both his hips, making him descend into giggles and buck haphazardly as he replied frantically.

‘N-Nohohoho W-Wihihilfohord Wihihilford nohohot thihihis!’

‘Trust me, this is tried and tested methodology! You’ll get free….eventually.’

Wilford chortled as he pinched Blue’s hips, making the android squeeze his eyes shut with embarrassment. His sensors were frantic. His programmed defensive instincts were just yelling at him to yank his arms free, and yet the rest of him was going wild with joy at the fact that he was being tickled and teased by the man he had romantic feelings for! That part of his system was having too much fun to fight back, meaning Blue was going absolutely haywire with….well, everything.

‘Thihihihis ihihis cruhuhuel!’

Wilford chuckled, still pinching the android’s hipbones as he replied.

‘Jeheez Bluey, and people say I’m dramatic!’

Blue snorted through his giggles, and ended up retorting with an attitude that he was perhaps going to regret. You couldn’t blame him though, the poor guy couldn’t form a coherent thought right now.

‘Ahahahall yohou knohow ihihis drahamatism!’

Though it was a retort, in Blue’s view this was a secret compliment. One of the things he loved about Wilford was how intensely his felt and expressed things. Wilford was the most emotional human that Blue had ever known, and he loved it. Of course, Wilford felt it was a compliment too, since he always loved being the most dramatic and open person he could possibly be. However, he was also looking for any excuse to tickle his-….ahem, the sensitive android beneath him even more….and this was the perfect excuse.

‘Now that isn’t a very nice thing to say to someone giving ya a helping hand! Two in fact!’

Wilford exclaimed in mock offense, before suddenly starting to squeeze Blue’s fleshy sides. The android squawked and jerked about as he burst into deep, rumbly laughter. And since he couldn’t bring himself to actually fight Wilford off, all he could do was retort as best he could.

‘AHAHA Y-YOHOHOUR HAHANDS AHARE H-H-HIHINDRANCES!’

Wilford raised an eyebrow as he replied with a grin.

‘Hindrances huh? And to think I thought you’d appreciate my help!’

Wilford continued squeezing Blue’s sides, keeping him encased in laughter as his arms weakly twisted this way and that. His love of the tickling made his struggles weak, but also Blue had the background thought of not wanting to accidentally cause a manor-wide power-cut by yanking out a million wires.

‘TIHIHICKLIHING IHISNT HEHEHELPIHING!’

Blue exclaimed, still determined to maintain the façade of his displeasure at the situation. However, people should really give more credit to Wilford….because he could be incredibly observant. Wilford hummed in thought, before he started to smile. He’d always wanted to tease Blue. He was so intrigued by the android, and in fact….Wilford had to admit that he was rather attracted to him, so to be this close and playful with him was something Wilford absolutely adored. And even better…not only did Wilford intend to tease him….but he intended to tease him with the adorable truth that he had just now realised.

‘Hmm, maybe it’s not helping because you don’t want it to….maybe you like being trapped like this….’

Wilford relented on Blue’s sides as he trailed off, his fingertips now moving to scarcely tap at Blue’s ribs. As Wilford’s words swirled in his hard drive mind, Blue froze, and started stuttering in flustered incredulity.

‘I-I-Ihi….th-….th-thahat’s p-p-prepohosterous…..’

‘Oh is it now? See, now I think about it….you’re one of the strongest people I know, frankly I’d bet you’re the strongest. You could get outta this yourself easily. And though it’d give ya more wirin’ to fix later….if ya really wanted to get outta here, you could rip your arms free without breakin’ a sweat.’

Blue was a mess of shivers from Wilford’s truthful teasing, and the fact that Wilford had managed to deduce this all from Blue only flustered him even more. Wilford in general made Blue flustered, but his intelligence and cleverness made those feelings really peak inside the android. Blue knew he couldn’t convince Wilford otherwise, he was at a flustered, vulnerable loss. All he could do, as Wilford’s teasing fingertips curled against his ribs, was meekly fib. And it was the most endearing thing Wilford had ever heard in his life.

‘I-I d-dohon’t know whahat you’re tahalking about….’

Wilford was so ecstatic! Blue was actually enjoying this, but he was too embarrassed to admit it! Wilford chuckled, and his brown eyes gleamed with affection at Blue’s ticklish flinching as he kept curling and uncurling his fingers playfully.

‘You’re really not gonna admit it huh? Ya sure you wanna go down this road?’

Blue gulped….but ultimately, yes, he absolutely wanted to go down this road.

‘….thehere is….nothing toho admit….’

Blue gasped out, which made Wilford smirk, and purr with complete glee.

‘Oh we’ll see about that.’

Thus without any more warning than that, Wilford scratched and vibrated his fingers against Blue’s ribs, making Blue shriek and burst into howls of wide-eyed laughter.

‘AHHHHH!! NAHAHAHA WIHIHILFAHAHAHA!!’

‘Coochie coochie cooo! Who’s a cute tickle-lovin’ android? I think it’s yooou Bluey-boo!’

Blues eyes were getting watery as he trembled and thrashed, Wilford’s taunting really getting to him now. His tangled, restrained arms were twitching and shaking, his instinct to fight back getting stronger now by the second.

‘NAHAHAHAHA SHUHUHUHAHAHAAAASSHH!!’

Blue’s howls of laughter were mixed in with flustered whines, which made Wilford snicker affectionately, loving how Blue was such a mirthful mess.

‘Ya ready to come out from under there yet, or d’ya want some more?’

Blue squealed as Wilford’s fingers then drilled into his upper-most ribs, and this was what ended up breaking the android.

‘NAHAHAAAAAA!!!’

Amidst Blue’s shriek, Wilford’s eyes widened as he also heard crackling and popping sounds coming from underneath the desk….and then all of a sudden, everything just went black. Then, before Wilford could even fathom what had happened, he found himself being pinned to the ground of all things! His arms were pinned above his head, but as he looked up to see a panting Blue, whose azure eyes were now the only light source in the room, Wilford understood. The moustached man grinned playfully, purring teasingly.

‘So…..upper ribs are a good spot huh?’

‘Shuhut…up….’

Wilford giggled as Blue continued to pant, but he felt a warm jitter in his chest when he squinted and managed to see the smile on the android’s face. He raised a playful eyebrow up at him.

‘How many wires d’ya reckon ya yanked out there?’

Blue pursed his lips embarrassedly, and muttered.

‘Ihi do not know, I wasn’t paying attention.’

‘I noticed, enjoying yourself that much huh?’

Blue felt like his face was going to combust, and averted his gaze as he muttered bashfully.

‘Shush….’

Wilford grinned affectionately, before cocking his head up at the android as his curiosity reared its head now.

‘Though, what I don’t get is how ya managed to fight back those fighty instincts of yours for so long. I mean, I love being tickled as much as the next ego, but I couldn’t have lasted that long! Was it because ya didn’t wanna cause a power cut? Is it a special android thing?’

At Wilford’s questions, Blue nibbled his lip. He looked down at Wilford, seeing his interest and how much he….cared….and Blue was struck by a desire. A desire to tell the truth. So, in the softest voice imaginable….he did just that.

‘…it was you….’

Wilford froze, gazing up at Blue with wonder, and bashfulness as he started to realise things. Wilford felt his heart beating faster when Blue locked eyes with him and whispered.

‘I-….I-I only liked it that much….because it was you doing it….’

Wilford’s heart was truly pounding, and he started to smile. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. In a whisper of his own, he replied, because he wanted to be sure.

‘Why…..Blue, tell me why….’

Blue felt like he was about to light up with sparks at how nervous and jittery he was…but he didn’t want to hide any of this anymore.

‘Because….I like you Wilford. I like you in a different way than I like other humans….people-….anyone, in fact.’

Wilford had never grinned so fast in his life.

‘Well, I like you….more than I like other humans too.’

Blue smiled bashfully at that, and then felt an instinct rise in his system, so he simply followed it. He kissed Wilford….and Wilford kissed back. Blue released Wilford’s arms as they kissed each other, and amidst it they ended up sitting up and wrapping their arms around each other. When they finally parted they were both softly panting, before Wilford cleared his throat and looked around a tad.

‘The uh….the power-‘

‘My brothers are more than capable of fixing everything.’

Wilford grinned at Blue’s oh so prompt reply, and chuckled playfully.

‘Well, in that case….’

Blue spluttered and laughed when Wilford suddenly stood up and picked him up in a bridal style hold, but instead of Blue feeling humiliated, he felt undeniable happiness. It came about in a rather unusual manner, certainly, but it came about anyway, which is the most important thing. And sometimes, all you need is a friend around who’ll act more oblivious than he actually and maybe unplug a camera wire to set a scene. Perhaps….behind every great couple, there’s a mischievous, loving friend.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS SEQUEL LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX