#all this btw and i still frequently get told to fuck off and get out because I won’t be missed

[toasttedbaguels]

actually so sick of people around my age saying they love living at home because they it’s free food, no rent, and all their housework is done for them. girl WHAT!!!!!!!!!!

[jiniretracha]

Hello !! can I pls request a bangchan x reader small story smut. Can we make y/n a cashier at a cafe that bangchan comes a lot too. Hes always had his eyes on her and purposely kept coming so he could see her take his order again and again. But one day he came after working hours while y/n was packing up to confess. Btw (y/n is not experienced and is quite innocent which turns chan on the most) So can this story be a late night in the cafe storage room smut? And can I pls request the smut to be limited only to marking and dry humping. tysm!!

Blueberry Muffin - Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight smut, slight angsty, chan being whipped for the reader, minho and changbin being two little shits

Summary: Chan loved the afternoons. He had found a nice café close to the studio where he would go every single day for coffee. Specially, to stare at the pretty cashier who had the prettiest smile.

Word count: 3.4k words

PS: this is my first request, thank you so much for sending one! i tried to keep this short but it's impossible for me lol. i hope you enjoy though ❤️

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

Chan’s favourite part of the day was the afternoon. 

He had discovered a little while ago a café that was just around the block from the studio. He had gone with Changbin there, dying for a double espresso that would make them prepare for the next recording session, and found himself staring at the pretty waiter that was by the counter, wearing her hair down and a pretty white hair band. 

Changbin had teased him the whole way back to the studio, but Chan couldn’t really focus on anything rather than coming up with ways to ask you for your number. 

Two months in, frequently visiting the cafe, and he still couldn’t get the courage to talk to you past ordering his usual. 

Chan had the same order every time, and you remembered. Every time. 

He’d blush like a schoolboy every time and it didn’t seem like you noticed him. You were always very attentive to every single customer, but you treated him like everyone else. 

And he wasn’t going to have that. 

Today, he had gone to the café with Minho and Changbin, sitting by their usual spot by the window.

“You guys want anything?” Chan asked, going to stand up.

“Yeah, I’ll take an iced americano” Minho said.

“Yeah, one for me too, and the number of the girl you can’t stop staring at,” Changbin said. “for you, of course” he winked.

Chan blushed profusely and shook his head. “Could you stop with that? I told you I don’t like Y/N”

“Y/N? She has a name?” Minho chuckled, looking at Changbin.

Chan let out a sigh and turned around. “I hate you guys” he said, walking towards the counter, leaving the laughter of his friends behind. 

He walked up behind the last person in line and couldn’t help but stare at you. You were so beautiful, wearing your smile that you always had perched on your face as you attended each and every customer the same. 

The man in front of him did seem to notice your beauty, because as soon as Chan’s eyes fell on him, he saw the way he was eating you up and down. His jaw clenched and tried his best not to let his feelings show off.

The man leant against the counter and smirked at you.

“Hey, sir-”

“Hey pretty girl” he winked at you, and Chan’s eyes turned to you, seeing the discomfort all over your face. “I’d like an iced mocha with two chocolate macarons and on top of that your number” 

You opened your mouth and quickly closed it, clicking on the tablet in front of you. “Anything else sir?”

“Your number, cutie. Wasn’t I clear enough?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Uh, sorry, I- I’m flattered but, I can’t-” you stammered.

“It’s okay, I won’t mention it to your boss” the man insisted.

“No, it’s not that, sir. I just don’t-”

“Hey” Chan decided to step in. His blood was boiling at this point. “I think she was clear that she’s not interested” 

The man turned around with a frown and looked at Chan up and down. “It’s none of your business, bro” he scoffed.

“It isn’t, but I’m fucking starving here and I’m pretty sure she said ‘no’ two times already” he said. 

Chan didn’t really know where all that anger came from, but he was so sure he wanted to punch the living hell out of the man hitting on you.

The man scoffed and basically threw his card on the counter and you quickly picked it up, charging him his order. You wordlessly gave it back to him and he took it from your fingers harshly, walking away to the waiting area.

“Hi, thank you for doing that” you sighed in relief.

“No, it’s no problem” Chan waved his hand in front of him. “He was being disgusting, to be honest”

“Yeah” you whispered. “But thank you. I didn’t have it in me to scold him or send him off…” 

Chan smiled at you and he noticed your cheeks went red and looked down a little. “Uh, do you want me to give you my order…?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry, sorry, sir” you apologized constantly. “What would you like? Your usual?” 

“Not today. I’d like two iced americanos and one blueberry muffin” he said. 

“Oh, sweet. The blueberry muffins are fresh from the oven, you’ll love them” you smiled, clicking on the options in your tablet.

Your stomach erupted with butterflies after hearing the soft chuckle that fell from Chan’s lips. You couldn’t help but blush at the man that defended you just moments ago. “Really?” he asked. “I’ll make sure to test that”

“Go ahead, feedback’s always appreciated” you smiled.

Feedback, Chan thought. An excuse to talk to her later.

Chan gave you his card and waited. You handed it back with a smile and scribbled down his name, as you had already memorized it.

He walked to the waiting area and turned around, exchanging looks with Minho and Changbin who lifted their thumbs up with a smile. Chan rolled his eyes and looked away.

Another waiter gave him his order and he walked with the tray towards their table. 

“So… wanna tell us what was that about, Casanova?” Minho chuckled.

“Shut. Up” Chan said sternly, handing out the orders to his friends.

“Oh, no, absolutely not” Changbin shook his head. “What happened over there? You cursed” 

Chan sighed. “That bastard over there was flirting with her and she looked hella uncomfortable” he said to them.

“So you jumped in to defend your woman” Minho said.

“You are so annoying, have I ever told you that?” Chan asked with a scoff.

“Yeah, on a daily basis”

“Anyways, I told the man off and well… she thanked me” Chan shrugged.

“She talked to you besides order-talk?” Changbin asked him.

“Yeah”

“What did you talk about?” he asked excitedly.

Chan doubted his answer. “Blueberry muffins”

Minho and Changbin exchanged looks and bursted out in laughter. 

“I fucking hate you” Chan sighed, rolling his eyes and kicking their legs. 

Minho wiped a tear from under his eye and let out a last chuckle. “You talked to her about blueberry muffins, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Yeah, I ordered one and she told me they were good!” Chan defended himself. 

“Right, right” Changbin tried controlling his laughter. 

Chan sighed and took a bite out of his blueberry muffin, almost moaning as soon as the sweet taste hit his tongue. He let out a hum and practically devoured it. 

“Yo, order another one” Changbin said.

“What?” 

“Another excuse to talk to her, go, go, go!” he said, kicking his leg.

Chan clumsily stood up from the couch he was sitting on and went to the counter. 

You looked at him with a smirk and he chuckled when he saw your expression. “Okay… you were right. They were really good. Imma need another one” he said, pressing his lips together.

“I told ya” you chuckled, clicking on the tablet in front of you. “They were good”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect them to be that good, though”

You just let out a laugh and grabbed the card, swiping on the device. “By the way…” you trailed off before handing him the card. He took it from your fingers and looked at you curiously. “...I think blueberry muffins are a great topic for conversation” you said and turned around with a smile, walking away to wash some dishes.

Chan stared at you and then closed his eyes, sighing. “I am so fucked”

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Another month passed by and Chan was sure by now he had fallen for you. 

Hard.

It was a constant round trip of flirting. Back and forth. All the time. 

He’d smile at you and you’d smile back with the same tone. He made you blush and you made him giggle. 

Until one time, he had gone with the same motivation, ordered his usual, his new usual, which now consisted in his coffee and a blueberry muffin, and flirted with you and you flirted back.

He walked towards the waiting area and his phone vibrated in his pocket. 

He took it out and read Hannah, and he instantly smiled, knowing that he had been waiting for her call for a long time now.

“Hey, honey” he answered the call. “How’s home?”

“Ew, don’t call me honey. You’re gonna sound just like mom” Hannah said.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. 

What Chan didn’t know is that as soon as you saw him smile at his phone and pick up the call, you knew something was going on. And when he opened his mouth to say hey, honey, your heart broke into millions of pieces. 

You turned around, feeling stupid for your eyes filling up with tears. You’ve known this man for three months, he wasn’t even your friend or your boyfriend. Why would you feel so heartbroken?

On top of that, he was an idol. Why would he ever look at you?

That chick was probably a hot model, or a hot fellow idol who looked fantastic by his side and fans probably would call them a power couple. 

At the self-sabotaging thoughts, you noticed your cheeks were wet by now. 

You felt a hand on your back and turned around to find your co-worker, Jiwoo, looking at you with a concerned look.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” she asked you.

You wiped your cheeks and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Could you-uh… could you cover for me for a minute? I need to go to the bathroom” you told her.

“Yeah, go ahead. Take your time” 

“Thank you, Ji” you thanked her and walked past her.

Going to the bathroom meant passing by the waiting area and you absolutely hated the idea of him seeing you like this, but you couldn’t see anything with your blurred vision due to the tears.

“No, I know, I know. I miss you” Chan continued his talk.

“You’re so fucking sappy, it’s disgusting. But I guess I miss you too” Hannah said on the other side.

Chan was about to reply when he saw you walking past him, tears striking down your cheeks.

He mumbled something into the phone and cut the call, watching you dive into the bathroom and lock yourself in.

He was about to follow you but Jiwoo’s voice cut him off. “Order for Chan” she called.

Chan immediately cursed, knowing he had to run this time, he didn’t have time to actually sit and enjoy his order, or worse, find out why you were so sad. 

He grabbed his stuff and before Jiwoo could walk away, he stopped her.

“Do you know what happened to her?” he asked him.

Jiwoo bit her lip and shrugged. “I don’t know. She asked me to cover up for her and ran to the bathroom” she replied.

“Fuck” he whispered. “Well, thank you” he said to her.

“Yeah, have a nice day!”

“You too” he mumbled and walked out of the cafe before taking a glance at the locked bathroom.

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The next day, he walked into the café, in hopes to find out why you were so sad the day before.

He walked towards the counter and was taken aback when he didn’t find you wearing your usual smile. Instead, you wore a frown on your face and a rather numb expression.

“Hi, can I take your order?” you asked monotonously.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” Chan asked you, cautiously.

“I’m good. Can I take your order?” you repeated.

He pulled his face back in shock. “Y-yeah, I… I’ll take my usual” Chan said, stammering at your tone.

You nodded and clicked on the tablet. He walked towards the waiting area and stood there, staring at you preparing his usual with the same expression. 

He walked with his order towards his usual table and took his time staring at you while slowly drinking away his order. 

A few hours later, Chan couldn’t get himself to leave the café without asking what was the problem, but in another news, he didn’t know how to ask you.

With a sigh, he walked out of the café and into his car. He noticed it was pretty late, and he knew he had to get back home. Suddenly, it started to rain. Pouring rain. 

He turned his head around, watching you struggle to close the door, due to the heavy wind.

“Hey, I’ve got this” you said stubbornly to Jiwoo.

“You sure?” she asked you.

“I am sure, really” you nodded.

“Okay” she said, and pressed a kiss to your head. “I’ll see you on monday”

“See ya” you whispered and watched Jiwoo walk away.

You sighed and closed the door with a thud, but with such force, your feet slipped on the concrete and you fell to the floor, elbow first, making you cry out in pain.

Chan immediately got out of the car and grabbed you, helping you up.

“Y/N! You okay?” he asked desperately. “Are you hurt?”

You looked at his face and forgot all about the pain. You let him help you up and before you could send him away, you cried out in pain as you felt the sharp sting on the skin of your elbow, “Fuck” you whispered.

“Let me see” he said to you, grabbing your arm gently and twisting it so she could see what it was. “Shit… we’ll need band-aids and something to disinfect the wound. Do you have some inside?” he asked.

You nodded, “There’s a kit in the storage room”

“Perfect, let’s go” he said. 

He helped you inside, and you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. You opened the storage room with your keys and he let you down to sit down on a box. You winced as you felt the cold air of the storage room hit your elbow.

“I got it” he said, holding it up in his hand. 

He opened it up and took out the hydrogen peroxide, poured it on some alcohol and dabbed it across your skin.

You winced, whimpering a little and his other hand fell to your thigh. “It’s okay, I’m almost done” he said and squeezed.

You immediately felt no pain, your brain focusing too much on the hand that was on your thigh.

“There, now let me bandage it up” Chan said, taking out a bandage and wrapping it around your elbow. “All done”

“Great. Thank you” you whispered, feeling your face grow hot. 

Chan felt the uncomfortable silence as it fell and let out a breath. “Y/N, can I… can I ask you something?”

You looked at him and then down to your feet. “Yeah” you mumbled. “Yeah, go ahead”

“What happened yesterday?” he asked you. Damn him, you thought to yourself. “I saw you run to the bathroom crying. I would’ve asked you yesterday when I saw you but I had to run back to the studio-”

“It’s- it’s okay. Nothing happened” you said.

Chan looked at you with an I-don’t-believe-you face. “Y/N…”

“I just…” you sighed and wanted to smack yourself in the face for your eyes that were getting teary once again.

“Hey…” he said, putting a hand on your cheek and rubbing your skin. “What’s going on, huh?” he asked, using his other free hand to wipe the rest of your tears.

“Don’t do that” you whispered.

Chan stopped his movements. “What?”

“Don’t do that, Chan. What will your girlfriend think?” you said, pushing his hand away. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

You scoffed and looked away.

“What girlfriend, Y/N?” he asked.

“The one you were talking to yesterday after flirting back and forth with me for three months. That girlfriend” you said, wiping your tears furiously. “I mean, leading me on like that it’s so, so mean, like-”

Chan pressed his lips against yours, bringing your face close to his, tired of the cat-and-mouse game. You gasped against his lips and he pulled away, looking at your shocked face with a chuckle.

“I don’t have a girlfriend” he whispered, his eyes focused on your lips.

“Then-”

“That was my sister. Who lives in Australia” he said.

“Oh”

You’ve never felt so dumb in your life. 

He chuckled and pressed another kiss on your lips, a short one. “I flirt with you because I like you, Y/N” he said, helping you stand up from the box. “And I am such an idiot that I didn’t ask you for your number, or on a date before. But I am doing it right now?”

“Which one?” you asked, your eyes trained on his lips.

“Which one what?”

“Which one are you asking for? My number or a date with me?” you asked, crossing your arms around his neck.

His arms went around your waist and brought you closer. “Both”

His lips impatiently fell over yours, enclosing yours fiercely. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you even closer as you felt him push you against the wall of the storage room, his tongue exploring the caverns of your mouth. “You are so beautiful” he whispered, pulling away from your lips and brushing them over your jaw, and kissing his way down your neck. 

Your nails dug into his back, and sighed. “Chan” you whispered. 

“Mmh?” he hummed, biting your neck and making you arch your back. He was surely going to leave a mark. “Yeah?”

“I… I don’t- I’ve never-” you stumbled over your words, as your cheeks grew hotter and redder by the second.

Chan smirked. “You’ve never what, baby? Use your words” he said, his hand flying downwards to squeeze the cheeks of your ass.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders. “I haven’t done it- you know- it” you whispered, feeling the embarrassment wash over you.

Chan groaned, pressing himself against you and you let out a moan. “Nobody’s ever touched you?” he asked, pulling his face from your neck and smirking. 

“N-no. I mean, I’ve done… things but…”

“Don’t worry, baby” Chan smiled, kissing your lips. “I’ve got you”

You wanted nothing more than to give yourself to him right there, at that moment. You didn’t care about a thing.

“Let me take you out first, baby. Treat you like you deserve” he said, his hand caressing over your hair, letting it fall over to your neck and squeezed slightly. “Yeah?” he whispered, brushing his hand down your chest and squeezing your tits.

You moaned and kissed him furiously, feeling yourself drenching your underwear under your skirt. “Channie” you whined.

“What, baby?” he asked, kissing the side of your neck a few times.

“I know you said you were going to take me out but… I…” you whimpered.

Chan understood immediately what you referred to and his hands went to the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in his arms and pressing himself against your heat. His lips fell hungrily over yours, practically devouring your mouth as his hips moved against yours, dry-humping you. 

Your nails dug into his shirt and you couldn’t help yourself but bite his lip. He groaned, his hands gripping your ass cheeks tightly. 

You felt yourself grinding your covered core against his hardness, that was covered as well by his sweatpants. You could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear underneath them, making it even sweeter. 

“Channie, I’m-” you stopped yourself, about to moan out.

“Come on, baby” he urged, pressing harder against you. 

You dove your head on his neck and whimpered, feeling yourself letting go inside your panties. “Fuck” you whispered.

You felt Chan press himself over and over until he came inside his sweatpants, with a tortured groan that was muffled by your hair.

“Shit, that was fucking hot” he sighed.

“Yeah” you giggled.

You pulled your face back, and framed his, pressing a kiss to his lips sweetly. 

He dropped you gently on the floor and you sighed. “I’m sorry”

Chan frowned and looked down, his eyes widening. “Oh, it’s no problem, babe. I most definitely enjoyed myself” he smiled.

“Yeah, me too” you said, giggling with shyness.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me” Chan said, gripping the back of your head by your hair gently and tilting your head up. He pressed a kiss on your lips, making you smile against his mouth. “You still owe me that date”

“I absolutely do”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on his mouth, “I’m starving, do you think you can open up the shop just to buy a little something?”

You pulled your face back. “Y-yeah, I can. What did you have in mind?”

“I was craving some blueberry muffins” 

You laughed out loud and he did the same, covering your mouth in another kiss.

[samkerrworshipper]

simce u asked for blurbs i have some ideas xxxx

leah x reader where reader gets her tongue or belly button pierced without telling leah

leah x reader where leah gets jealous of reader for having to do a media day vid with a touchy male player

awfc x reader where reader and kyra are just pranksters (cuz i loved sticker charts sm 🥹🥹🥹)

DONT FEEL PRESSURE TO DO THESE BTW! but if this helps then perfect 🥰🥰🥰

tongue twister | lw6 x reader blurb

it’s short, it’s sweet, it’s the only thing getting me out of my writers block lol

warnings: minor sexual implications and maybe some minor swearing

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It’s fairly normal routine for Leah to beeline straight towards you after any trip that includes her leaving for longer than 24 hours. Hell, the girl always seeks you out even after she’s gotten home after a two gotten home after a two hour training session but she’s always especially clingy after being on international camp.

It’s worsened significantly since her return from her acl injury, considering that for months she hardly had to leave your side.

So it’s no surprise that before Leah even takes her shoes off she’s rushing into your kitchen, her luggage bag long forgotten at the front door as she tumbled through the entrance hallway and into the kitchen.

You were seated at the island bench, typing away lazily at a work document to pass time.

Your eyes perked up as soon as the blonde entered the room, a big smile settling along your features at the sight of your rugged up Leah. It still gave you the chills that the woman standing in front of you, leah williamson, was all yours. She told you every single day that she was the lucky one in the relationship, but you couldn’t have disagreed more, leah was perfect, in every single way.

“Hiya love.”

Leah stays standing in the doorway, her eyes trained to you, a big smile splashed across her face.

“Hello Le.”

The woman closed the distance between the two of you, her tongue between her teeth as she approached.

“Missed you.”

It’s a statement, not meant for you to reply just a hanging reminder that these weeks that you spend apart are just as hard for you as it is her.

So you nod, flash her another smile before letting your eyes fall back to the bright screen in front of you.

Leah sits down on the seat beside you, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Honey.”

Her voice is slightly whiny, the voice Leah uses when she wants something that apparently should be obvious but you aren’t giving it to her for whatever reason.

“Yes, Leah?”

You look up from your screen briefly, taking in Leah’s needy face, her lips puckered directly towards you.

“Where’s my welcome home kiss?”

It was customary that whenever Leah came home you gave her a kiss, but this particular time you were a little bit tentative… for other reasons.

“Someone’s a bit needy.”

Leah reached over and pressed your laptop closed, removing the potential distraction.

“I always get a welcome home kiss… I’m waiting.”

You roll your eyes, it’s typical for Leah’s first priority to be a fucking kiss, it’s something that you’ve come to love, no matter what’s happening in either of your lives when she gets home, you always connect like this together.

“How was my day? Thanks for asking, it was great, went for a run, cooked up some food for you to meal plan this week, watched some shows, got a jumpstart on the gym plans for the team this week and hammered out a roster.”

Leah’s gives you a massive eye roll, her hand extending to the back of your neck, looking deep into your soul as her face hovers a couple of centimetres away from you.

“Baby, you know i love you, give me a kiss, please.”

It wasn’t like Leah to be so needy, you blamed it on the fact that you’d been ‘sick’ in her absence, which had her feeling especially guilty for leaving you.

“Why don’t you give me one?”

The challenge is enough to strike up Leah’s competitive nature, something you frequently take advantage of in all parts of your relationship.

Leah leant forward without any hesitation, her lips capturing yours and immediately melting against your skin. This was the part you were anxious about, but regardless you let her take dominance of the kiss, her bottom lip molding against your top one as she slowly synchronised the movement.

It didn’t take very long at all for Leah to get greedy, her tongue finding the notch between your bottom lip and top, gently prodding for an opening, something you awarded her with ease.

Leah tasted like peppermint gum and black coffee, a flavour that melted in your mouth. You were counting down the seconds, as Leah explored your mouth, curious as to how long it would take for her to notice.

4 seconds, 4 seconds of her tongue reaquanting itself with the roof of your mouth and then twisting and tangling itself with your own to discover what you knew she was bound to.

It felt like she was digging for treasure that you’d hidden.

The gasp that she breathed into you almost immediately was capturing a short little exhale of hot air directly into your mouth. Leah prodded at it twice more, checking, making sure before she disconnected herself from you, her eyebrows perched high on her forehead as she blinked a few times in surprise.

“Open your mouth.”

If you were in a more playful mood you probably would have said some kind of obscene joke, but you simply weren’t in the mood to mess around with Leah, especially with that glint in her eyes that was telling you so much and yet so little about how she was feeling.

So without much arguement at all, you opened your mind up wide, allowing Leah to examine her previously discovered treasure.

Leah took her time having a look, even daring to tilt your head back to get a better angle on your new bling.

Once she was finally done she let go of your chin, releasing you and taking a step back, so you could look at her fully.

“I’m assuming it wasn’t tonsillitis that you had then?”

You chuckled lightly, it was a good cover up if you did say so yourself, something completely believable and so simple.

“Do you not like it?”

Leah’s eyes almost bursted out of her skull, her head shaking profusely at you.

“God baby, no, I am so ready for you to show me all the ways that little thing can do, maybe i’ll get me nips done next time for some more fun.”

Leah gave you a flashy wink, a movement that had her rewarded with a big eye roll from you.

“She’s fully healed, how about we go test it out?”

Leah smirked massively, reaching for your hips and lifting you up in to her arms.

“I like your thinking.”

[aithusarosekiller]

An Extensive List Of Ouizzy Hcs

Frenchie is a cuddler. If he gets the opportunity to latch on like a koala you know damn well that he will do it. This is often paired with soft kisses to wherever is closest to his face. He and Izzy were initially very casual with very little intimacy, until one day Frenchie just decided to cuddle up and Izzy had the realisation of 'oh shit, this is actually really nice'

Izzy's response to the first 'I love you' was a very panicked 'fuck off' until he remembered how similarly Ed had responded to his confession and freaked the fuck out because he didn't want Frenchie to feel that way. He was too emotionally constipated to apologise so he just left the room. It took two days for him to approach Frenchie and manage an apology, which was accepted a lot quicker than he anticipated.

Frenchie is so proud that he managed to pull the Izzy Hands and will not fail to mention it to EVERYBODY he comes across. He is very much the 'Well, yesterday, my husband said...' 'According to Iz- that's my boyfriend btw-' 'hey, this is Izzy, he's my beautiful boyfriend' 'I'm so lucky to have a husband like Iz' 'I have a partner too, his name is Izzy and-' 'sorry, I've got a date with my darling Izzy today' type of partner

Frenchie smiles in his sleep. It's adorable.

Jim is their no.1 supporter. They gave Frenchie the shovel talk, which he genuinely did not see coming. They think their relationship is 'cute', which made Izzy particularly grumpy and reluctant to talk to them for a week.

Izzy is a sub

Izzy always falls asleep first but he's a super light sleeper so Frenchie is careful to not move or even breathe too loud because he is terrified of waking him

Stede knew they were dating before Izzy did

Izzy will usually shut down Frenchie's superstitious theories but will occasionally indulge him if he's particularly adamant and it won't cause any harm bc at least it makes Frenchie happy to be believed.

The room they choose to hide Izzy in when he gets shot is the room the two of them had been secretly meeting up in for several weeks before the canon s2 timeline picks up. Frenchie just panicked and took him right there, having to come up with an excuse to give to Archie when she asked why he wanted to drag Izzy behind a dusty shelf.

Frenchie gives neck hugs, Izzy goes for the arms around the waist + face in shoulder hug. Occasionally Izzy will come up and hug him from behind but he finds it more intimate for some inexplicable reason so he rarely does it, especially in the company of others.

They can't go anywhere without walking into some big, scary guy Izzy once hooked up with. But Frenchie quickly grew to not mind because out of all of them, Iz still chose to stick the superstitious barely-pirate with no survival skills whatsoever so are any of them really that cool after all?

Lucius takes every opportunity to tease Izzy about their relationship. He will not stop until he gets a satisfying reaction. Or until he gets bored enough to make up an excuse for leaving...

Frenchie is a biter. No further information.

They don't usually do anniversaries but they DO frequently pretend that it's their anniversary when they want to get out of doing something for somebody else

In S1E4, Frenchie is the one that left the prosthetic at Izzy's door. He's also the one that told Lucius what to put on the note.

Izzy sometimes sings when he's really focused on something but he'll deny it to the end of time. Frenchie hears sometimes and just quietly listens. He'll switch between languages when he sings depending on his mood and Frenchie loses all human cognitive abilities when he brings out the French.

One day, Frenchie 'adopts' a rat he found onboard and calls it Maddy, Izzy hates it but still manages to convince Roach not to skin it and feed it to a seagull, all bc it made Frenchie happy. Ofc if you asked him, he'd say he had nothing to do with the thing being kept.

Frenchie manages to somehow slip the word 'babe' into every conversation

Izzy's a hand kisser. Especially the palms.

They both go to Wee John when they're stressing about gifts or smth and it gets to a point where he knows more about their relationship than they do

Izzy accidentally let the words 'my love' slip ONCE and is not allowed to forget it

There is nothing Frenchie wouldn't do to hear that man laugh. He'll do absolutely anything just to see him smile or laugh, which initially proves to be quite difficult.

They are girl dads idec

Izzy occasionally smokes, and it's one of the key ways Frenchie can tell if he is in pain or stressed out

They make bets about everyone else on the ship constantly. About almost anything.

Izzy tried to teach Frenchie how to read but his reading skills are relatively limited so it really didn't go well. They end up going to Ed for help because Izzy banned him from asking Lucius.

Frenchie knows a lot about flowers. He never says how but he'll go on about them for ages. Izzy secretly gives it endearing.

The black jacket Frenchie wears in s2 was given to him by Izzy. He made some adjustments and added the cat to the back and then started to wear it constantly; he quite liked wearing it because it felt like a comforting layer of protection and familiarity from the horrors around them

[quantum1mmortality]

no bc i’ve been daydreaming about raiden and kung lao for weeks now pls feed me or i will go insane i am in love with them (btw if u do poly kung lao and raiden will reader get a cool hat too?)

You bet your sweet ass y/n is getting a cool hat.

This is y/ns cool hat. If you don't like it go fuck yourself

Tw/cw: sorry babe the hats stay on during sex. Poly kung lao and Raiden x reader relationship, AFAB reader, praise, piv, threesome, hcs of how they'd fuck it's cute, sfw hcs mixed in there too, I ain't writing allat ‼️‼️‼️

Not proofread fuck you

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Sfw

They'd both be such caring lovers but in their own way. Like, if they both had a free night they'd take you out to dinner. They see your relationship as much more than sexual and they have frequent conversations about it too.

What I mean by that is when they're on missions together, they'll just talk about you. Make conversation about how amazing you are to them. Truth be told, you brought their friendship much closer

A few months after you guys decided to be in a poly relationship, you all decided to move in together

Kung Lao and Raiden would often try and sleep in as much as possible, hoping you'd wake up on your own before they'd have to leave for training

The way you guys would usually sleep together is Kung Lao would sleep behind you, arms around your waist, while Raiden would sleep in front of you, hugging into your chest

You'd often cook for them because they'd get home late. Everytime you did, they'd be so grateful, saying praise after praise about how amazing you are and how much they love your cooking

If you ended up passing out before they got home, they'd both dress you in pajamas and just go to bed like normal

Sometimes though, Liu Kang would give them days off from training, and when he does, they both spend all their time with you

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Nsfw

Because of Raiden being the chosen protector of earthrealm, Kung Lao would often times come back earlier than he did

Because of this, Kung Lao would have to satisfy your needs by himself

Him and Raiden have pretty high libidos, however, Raiden is much more shy about it. While Kung Lao is upfront and initiates most of the time, Raiden is scared mainly just to touch you

He doesn't have much control over his electro abilities and so he's scared he may use them on you. After some time though, mainly after you're all in the same house, he starts to trust himself more

He's still shy about initiating sex, though. Most of the time he feels like he's bugging you

Kung Lao is horny all the time. He'll take you anywhere, anytime. His pace is usually medium to fast with a lot of passion. He loves hugging and kissing you during sex and he loves hearing you

Raiden is the same way, though he likes to go at a medium pace. He likes to draw out both of your orgasms so it feels more rewarding in the end. His hands usually stroke the inside of your thighs as he lets light sparks of electricity come out

On the rare occasion Raiden gets home early, he immediately wants to make love to you. He'll find you in the house somewhere, usually in your shared room reading, and he'll sit at the end of the bed begging you to let him pleasure you

This is usually what happens with Kung Lao too, except he just puts your book down and starts kissing you while placing himself between your thighs

Because both of them have very similar styles on how they make love, they often try their hardest to tag team

When they do, your pleasure is more important than anything else. They'd do anything for you in these moments. They like trying out different positions but they usually just do double penetration in the same hole

They spend a lot of time preparing you for this as to not hurt you. Raiden usually eats you out while Kung Lao plays with your nipples and sings praises

When they do finally penetrate, it's a very slow pace. They're both talking you though it and telling you how good you're doing, Raiden massaging your thighs while Kung Lao kisses your neck and shoulders, resting his hand on your tummy

These moments are extremely important to Kung Lao and Raiden. They find everything about you so amazing and being able to share that with each other enhances the experience. Even after sex with just one of them they talk about it to each other. They just want to make you feel good and hope you're okay

Their aftercare is also extremely gentle. Raiden will usually do the cleaning as Kung Lao gets food and water for all of you

Most of the time you guys usually take showers or baths together. One of them holds you still while the other one cleans you. Most of the time after these threesomes, you're extremely tired and can barely hold yourself up. They think it's cute and they sometimes cuddle you in the bath as well.

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A/n: I need them biblically

[mothsgotghosts]

Soapghost Tangled Au

LOOK. I'm certain I'm not the first person to think about this but I Don't Care. This blog is basically just me saying shit about cod to the void anyway and talking like a bunch of people will see it lmao. THIS IS GONNA BE LONG AS FUCK BTW.

Also this shit is gonna feature some good old fashioned nikprice and alerudy and my several headcanons, a few of which I will share for context: First of all, almost everyone is trans in my mind, I won't lie to you. But mostly that's not relevant to the plot besides Soap and Nik are both trans men. Also Ghost is transfem and that's not super relevant but I will be using mostly she/her for her (I hc her using she/her and he/him pronouns) so be prepared. OKAY GOOD This is just gonna be me rambling my ideas in a bulleted list hopefully in the order of the plot.

The story sticks fairly close to the actual movie plot, once upon a time there was a magic flower yadda yadda. Anyway Old Man Shepherd wants to be eternally young yeah

Meanwhile the kings (Price and Nik) are like "let's have another kid", I say another bc Gaz is here also he's adopted <3, and seahorse dad Nik is real, okay great (DO NOT TURN THIS INTO OMEGAVERSE SHIT. HE'S TRANS. A TRANS PARENT.)

Anyway uh oh Nik gets sick (haha rhyme) and Price is like "go get that flower so my husband doesn't DIE thanks), Shepherd is pissed, steals their baby with magic hair

That baby with magic hair is Soap! Who is raised by Shepherd, everyone's favorite (least favorite) manipulative piece of shit!

Some background info on Soap's childhood, it wasn't great being locked in a tower and also. Soap is trans in this (as I've said), he's just gnc, but the long hair. Eehh. Not something he super loves but Shepherd won't let him cut it, obviously. The mohawk was a compromise (yes I know the hair lore but I want him to have a mohawk so shh)

Anyway Soap's 20-something birthday rolls around and he tries to ask Shepherd to go see the glowing lights, Shepherd says no, they argue, Soap asks for paint instead, Shepherd leaves to go get it

Meanwhile Ghost and Graves are robbing the fucking castle and steal the lost prince's crown, Ghost leaves Graves to get caught by the royal guard and then gets chased by a horse named Riley for a while before ditching him and climbing into an abandoned tower, and gets hit with a frying pan

Again, the story continues fairly the same. John makes a deal with this stranger in a skull mask to take him to see the floating lights, the lanterns apparently, and he'll give her her satchel back, Ghost begrudgingly agrees.

Ghost then takes Soap to get some food to convince him to go home and call off the deal, and she takes him to Los Vaqueros Saloon, run by two outlaw husbands and frequented by loads of criminals and bounty hunters

In case it wasn't obvious, Alejandro and Rudy own the saloon. Its patrons are made up of various different operators + Valeria (who IS an operator now but still).

Poor Soap is terrified bc Shepherd told him all people, esp ones like these, are bad news and then a bunch of guys lunge on Ghost to get her bounty and send someone out to go find some guards. Soap stops them, I've Got A Dream happens. Alejandro wants to be a pianist, good for him :)

Meanwhile Shepherd returns, sees Soap is gone, and rolls up right as Soap is saying how glad he is he left and gets pissed

Then the royal guard show up and Rudy and Alejandro help them escape and then call Ghost's dream stupid.

"Go follow your dream, hermano." "I will." "He was talking to him, your dream is stupid."

They get cornered by Graves, the royal guard, and Riley, escape and then get trapped in a cave and nearly drown. Ghost cuts her hand trying to pry away some rocks but it's too dark underwater for her to see. They both think they're gonna die so Ghost tells Soap her real name.

"my real name is Simon Riley. Somebody might as well know." "I have magic hair that glows when I sing." "....what?" "OH MY GOD- I HAVE MAGIC HAIR THAT GLOWS WHEN I SING!!!"

John's good old magic hair saves the day, they escape, they find a clearing to camp out in for the night and Soap uses his hair to heal the cut on Simon's hand, Simon freaks out a little bit it's fine, she's fine

John then asks why Simon changed her name to Ghost, Simon says it's a boring story but John listens anyway. She talks about her father and her brother taunting her with ghosts and skeletons, and when they died it stuck with her. She decided to become a ghost.

Simon asks about John's hair, he tells her that his "father" keeps him in that tower to protect him from people who want to steal his hair, shows her the tiny little brown strand that never grew back and says people want to use him for his hair's healing abilities, it's how he got the big scar on his chin.

Simon leaves to get firewood, and Shepherd emerges from the fucking shadows like a creature and tells Soap to come home with him, to which Soap says no because he Likes Simon, and she's gonna take him to see the lanterns, and she's nice!! Shepherd gets mad, tosses him the satchel and says to give it to Simon and see what she does, that he'll be sorry when she runs away with it, and then leaves

Simon comes back and Soap lies and says everything is fine. Shepherd runs into Graves who wants to kill Simon and makes a deal with him

Then morning rolls around and Simon is awoken by RILEY THE FUCKING HORSE, Soap convinces Riley to be nice and let Simon go for one day because "it's my birthday :)" and she's supposed to take him to see the lanterns

They make their way into town and Simon immediately is like "okay yeah your hair is too long" because people keep stepping on it and gets some kids to braid it. John looks very handsome, Simon is very queer, they run off and have a good time enjoying the town square and all the festivities

At some point Soap notices a mural of the royal family, with a certain golden haired baby that looks very familiar, but quickly brushes it off to dance with the townsfolk and Simon

Then it's time to see the lights! Yay! Simon gets a boat for him and John, tosses Riley a bag of apples that he Definitely Paid For, Okay...Or Mostly Paid For.

I See the Light happens, John gives Simon the satchel and Simon pushes it aside in favor of taking off her mask, just for John.

"but I'm not scared anymore, ye know?" "I think I'm starting to."

AND THEN HE TAKES THE MASK OFF AND. sometimes, I am a genius. Anyway, they get back to shore and Simon sees Graves and is like "I promise I'll be right back" and goes off to just give him the satchel, he doesn't want it anymore he just wants to be done with all this criminal shit, mainly for Johnny.

Graves instead is like "what if I took that magic hair guy instead" and knocks his ass out and ties her to a boat then goes to snatch Soap. Shepherd shows up AGAIN and knocks Graves out like "oh look son I saved you!" And Soap sees the boat with Simon on it, thinks she left him, and goes back with Shepherd

Simon wakes up TIED TO A BOAT WITH THE FUCKING CROWN HE STOLE AND GETS ARRESTED

Graves also gets arrested and Simon freaks out on him when passing him being led to his cell, Graves says that some weird guy showed up and took Soap back home and Simon is locked in her cell

Meanwhile back at the tower, Soap is laying in his bed all sad bc his gf left him, when he realizes the sun crest on the little flag Simon got him at the festival matches suns he's been subconsciously painting for YEARS, that when he tried on that crown Simon stole it fit, that that baby on that mural WAS HIM, that BRO HE IS THE LOST PRINCE.

Then he yells at Shepherd for stealing him away and Shepherd is like "okay fuck you" and plans to lock him up forever

Meanwhile, Simon gets broken out of prison by two cowboys and their gaggle of thieves and bounty hunters and a horse named Riley. Riley takes him to the tower where he climbs up and gets stabbed by Shepherd after seeing Soap LITERALLY CHAINED TO A WALL.

John begs Shepherd to let him heal her, that he'll go with him quietly and never complain if he does and Shepherd agrees and chains Simon up too so he can't follow them. Soap goes to heal her and Simon slices off a bunch of his hair. Shepherd rapidly ages and falls out of the window and dies, L moment. Simon dies too tho, sad.

For real though, "You were my new dream" "And you were mine" fucks me up every time. Anyway, Simon dies, Soap's magic tears of love or something brings her back to life.

"Did I ever mention...I like brunettes" "PFF- YER AN ARSEHOLE!" "Sorry Johnny, there can only be one blonde person in this relationship!"

Anyway happily ever after and all that, Soap gets to reunite w his long lost fathers and brother.

Look idk how they recognize him okay. Father's intuition? Blue eyes? The big fat scar on his chin that wasn't ACTUALLY from someone stealing Soap (he was a stupid baby)? Idk could be any or all of those.

THE END!!!!!! Thank you to those who sat here and read ALL of this <3 big preesh! Okay idk how to end this so bye

[nintendo-666]

Alright so here's the drama! This was the best way I could think to do it.

@moonlightnova @loveless-nameless-graceless-two

Other people who might get a kick out of it/I want to tell @kannibalkaiii @isaacclarkex-art @toadstooltyrant @this-ken-is-babygirl @xdia-morphin-e

Anyone else, feel free to read! I feel like I'm in a romcom!

Okay! I want to start this off by saying that I am doing fine in this situation. This story involves someone I've been starting to see less and less, and have been looking for a reason to break up with for a while. I'll call them Stack (they/he)

Yesterday, I got a message from someone relatively distant in my life, who we'll call Plushie(they/them). They wanted to discuss someone we mutually know. Totally random, but okay. The person in question turns out to be someone I've been casually dating since February.

Stack and plushie have been hooking up (nbd, major poly situation) but recently stack did something sexually without permission that triggered plushie. Plushie reached out to me to see if I thought stack was a trustworthy person. They were told that I was JUST A FRIEND. And one he had JUST MET IN THE LAST FEW WEEKS. Not someone stack has been following around for 8 whole months, frequently proclaiming undying love to. Stack, as a condition of our relationship, tells me about "all" of their other partners and hookups, but I haven't heard of plushie once. Plushie also brought up ~another~ name I've never heard.

So this of course lead to us discovering a massive web of lies. Stack currently has covid. Sent me pictures of the positive test. But specifically told plushie (immunocompromised, btw) that they only had a sinus infection. They also told plushie that they were single. But as far as I'm aware, stack has 4 partners including myself. Stack is constantly telling me how badly they want to raise a child with me, but told plushie that they're getting a vasectomy in a couple weeks. Stack told plushie that they're "saving the last season of wwdits so that they can watch together". Stack has fully already watched it with me. Stack claims to me that they use condoms with everyone else. Unsurprisngly, not the case. And then there's this whole roommate debacle where stack moved a much younger ex into their apartment, prayed on the power dynamic, and swore up and down that they two weren't hooking up. Also bullshit. During our 5 hour phone call, plushie and I kept finding more and more things stack has lied about. Things that don't make sense to lie about. We found explanations for times that he acted suspicious about things. Like when he was complaining about being low on money, but completely clammed up when plushie asked why. The answer is because stack had just taken one of their partners to a fancy hotel I recommended for their birthday. Which plushie couldn't know because, DESPITE THEM ALSO BEING POLY, stack hid all of their relationships from them.

Bizarre. The entire situation is fucking bizarre. All last night was spent scratching our heads and connecting dots. But it all makes sense. Stack has, in one way or another, sexually assaulted both of us and then made it about them and their depression. That we're the ones being mean and overreacting. Stack is incredibly manipulative and self centered. And a bad, yet seemingly compulsive liar. And now, they've been caught.

Anyways I know that was a lot and I feel like I said very little. Honestly, my brain is still reeling from the situation, and I'm feeling a little fried. But trust me when I say that we pieced together a LOT of lies. The next step is to figure out the funniest way to break up with them, with our new information. We're open to suggestions!

[analogboii]

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What's bishops castle? Please tell me about it!

GJSKDK GOD YES. I WILL ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE INSANITY THAT'S BISHOP'S CASTLE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

okokok

this is a "castle" that currently resides in Rye, Colorado.

So, Jim Bishop bought some land way back when. He was 15 and saved up 450 bucks from various jobs. His parents used his money to buy it for him (cause he was 15, so he couldn't legally purchase land yet). Originally, he just built a cabin with his dad. But one day, motherfucker just woke up with a "message from God" that told him to build a castle. and he was just like "alright bet" and just started building one. Mind you, this guy has NO IDEA how to build a castle (I mean, who tf does these days) and just starts slapping rocks/slabs and concrete together.

Not only is he doing this, but he's primarily doing this BY HIMSELF. No professional team of contractors or construction workers, no. Its mostly just HIM fueled by "the spirit of god". Sure, different family members helped over time here and there, but it was mostly solo work. People would say they'd help them flake out, but he didn't care. He kept going bc he was fully convinced that this is why god sent him to this plane of existence. To build this castle.

that being said, he OBSESSED over this. this was the reason he got up in the morning. the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before going to bed. it consumed his life.

tragedy struck in the 80s when his four year old son died. they had been taking out the trunk of a tree. some of the roots were giving trouble so he sent his FOUR YEAR OLD SON to cut the roots. only for the trunk to end up falling on top of him and squashing him.

you'd think that something like that would fuck you up and you'd stop, right? not Jim. he kept going. later when asked why he had kept going he just "well, what else am I gonna do? he loved the place!"

the website leaves this part out, but you can find articles and interviews about it. the website is VERY tailored to make Jim seem more sane than he is.

after this, a lot of his relationships strained. some family and friends stopped talking to him. some were wary. some tried to get him to stop, but he just kept saying that god was telling him this is what he needed to do. this was his calling.

as it got bigger over the years, people started to come and see it.

some people told him he should charge to see it, but growing up with not a lot of money and not being able to do things bc of that, he was determined to keep it free, but it does have a donation box. between that and the gift shop, they are primarily what keep this place running. they are also a registered non profit charity as well. they donate quite a bit to newborn heart surgeries.

tbh, it's a really insanely impressive the way it looks. it's got a grand ballroom and several other rooms. there isn't running water as it's not a functioning castle and still isn't technically finished, but to say it got this far as a solo man project is insane. it took 40ish years to get to this point.

like this shit even has stained glass

now Jim Bishop is old as shit so he's unable to keep building on it. it's still considered under construction and sometimes he'll hire friends or family to build on it. he spends his days sitting outside of it, ranting about the government.

THIS MAN HATES THE GOVERNMENT BY THE WAY (as he should). like I remember one of the times I went, he was YELLING about shit. people will go to just rile him up cause this man will POP OFF. he also has a lot of anti government signs around his property as well.

also, colorado can frequently have fire bans because it can get incredibly dry in the summers. he's got signs about those too. he's also got your disclaimers and such as well.

oh the signs are all handmade, btw.

there are more signs, but Tumblr is only allowing me so many photos.

during the two years I lived in Colorado, I went eight times. I would've went more if I could've. the over all energy from there is insane. love talking and listening to Jim's insane rants, his grandkids sometimes run the gift shop and they're always nice. this man is absolutely batshit but we got a really cool castle out of it. he also prides himself and calls it "a working class made attraction for the working class" if you're ever in Colorado, especially near Rye, go visit it. the drive up there is beautiful, the place is stunning, and it's a free attraction, so definitely worth it.

tho if you go, be careful. shit gets a little rickety once you hit the third floor. walk carefully and don't even think about running. you can go even higher as there are walk ways and stuff around the outside and to the towers. there are signs when you reach this point that warn you to progress as your own risk (I'd post it if I could stuff more pics in here). I've never reached the very top bc I'm so scared of heights but I want to be able to do it one day. i haven't been in a few years because I moved, but hell yeah I'd go again.

I could talk more about it but this is already insanely long. definitely look into it, it's so worth it. and thank you for asking so I can unleash this verbal vomit 🙏

ALSO YES. THE DRAGON HEAD CAN BREATHE FIRE ��🐲🔥🐲

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

btw made a loose timeline if you wish to see! Feel free to ask questions (also pertains to the “it takes two” au

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Note: (golden butter has been missing for a long time / presumed dead for a long time)

Letters: after the beginning of the fall of the five was well underway, Arcane egg had tried to talk or find out what was happening with them multiple times, but was brushed off repeatedly so she dropped it (which they regret to this day immensely). As a result they were hesitant to go on a diplomatic trip, but than got letters by the five others (they weren’t from them). And each letter in their own way were polite ways of telling arcane egg to “go fuck herself” with out right saying it. As a result she decides to go on that diplomatic mission both because they were upset but also to give them some time to cool down (note: witches planned this whole scenario for later explained reasons, arcane egg doesn’t find this out until she asks about the letters)

After The 5 beasts were sealed

Try and plead with the witches: they return to find their friends, family gone and sealed. She’s obviously very distressed so she goes to their creators to ask why? After the explanation she’s asks why they didn’t try to help or intervene, especially if their so powerful. The witches didn’t like that and as we learn saw arcane egg as a threat to the sealing and seal (which is why they staged that who diplomatic mission, it was to get them out of the way) try to crumble them. They escape but not before temporarily being weakened by them. Resulting in arcane egg fleeing for crispia after they saw the witches were on the hunt for them

The hungry ones: many many decades even centuries pass and arcane egg is only known as a folk tale, cryptid even (lol). But soon the hungry ones / a big portion of them get released into the world. Which is a result of a witch experiment gone wrong, they help fight this war but at some point end up dying. They are buried with their soul jam (which people don’t know us a soul jam) and thanks to the light of defiance comes back!… as a revenant, yay? They are quite emotionless and comatose as a revenant but help fight nonetheless. At the end of the war the wishes and defiance in the remaining cookies stirs her “awake” and she uses their defiance along with their wishes and her wishes to seal / banish the hungry ones back to where they came. This came at a cost though, the lives of those few present were lost or their memories wiped while arcane egg fell within a death like sleep, staying like that for awhile. This is why no one was aware of this conflict except through rumor. 

Dark flour war: their awoken by the defiance created by the cookies fighting in the war, their found by some hollyberrians and they ask them who they are. She’s still groggy and a bit panicked so they lie and say their lemon curd cookie (this begins the trend of her changing identities frequently) their brought back and begin fighting in the war. They soon rise to prominence as a powerful cookie and war hero, even end up meeting the ancients. (Note: arcane darkest moment happens here I recommend reading what I wrote for it, it can be easily found on cookierunprompts blog. TLDR though is they almost let themselves die!) the war ends and the ancients disappear

Gingerbrave and co: much time passes and their now “egg tart” cookie who is a well known mercenary / monster hunter. They than come across in my mind three tweens trying to run a kingdom, much to their confusion. And they accidentally become attached to the three therefore staying and helping them run the kingdom. The plot of the game ensues all which starts breaking them down at an even faster rate (doesn’t show it though)

Beast yeast: egg tart isn’t present for episode 1 or 2 their bust setting up a sort of base near by for the inn coming army (their trying to fight the cookies of darkness after all). They come back to the damage and are told what happened. They than reveal they used to be a ancient cookie as well, leading to some distrust and such

Golden butter is alive!?: they find golden toy box by accident and go through it finding golden butter in the process, arcane egg reunites with the long thought dead golden butter. Tears happen. Than that very angsty tea shop fic takes place except instead of butterscotch and egg tart it’s golden and arcane egg. Leaving arcane egg’s mental state to rapidly get worse

Rest of game happens: we don’t know what happens next, but this is where dark enchantress tries to get arcane eggs soul jam, which as you know backfires since the hungry ones only care about complete destruction!

That’s all I can really think of! Tell me if you need more!

oooooo, this is a very cool timeline of events! Tbh i imagined that the reunion with Goldie and Egg taking place before or in-between Beast Yeast, well, in terms of 'It Takes Two' that is. But other than that it's really interesting !!

[flameontheotherside]

Again...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! PT. 1

Part 2 here

🚨😒 If you can't handle someone needing to vent or let off steam, keep scrolling! 🫢🚨

WELP!

Here we go...AGAIN! It's like today is:

Let's talk more about trauma and how it ruined your life DAY!

Oh and btw your mom damaged you more than you think. Yup we had to talk about how my mom fucked me up so damn hard by....*drum fucking roll please*

She didn't give me any love or affection. Probably because she hated herself for being a single mother. Whose fault is that tho?

She favored my twin brother over me because I was the problem child. I had frequent freak outs (gee I wonder why) and attention seeking behavior.

I have autism spectrum lvl 1 and behavioral issues. My teachers begged her to get me help and she refused. She's actually proud of that shit.

She literally screamed at me from the front seat looking at me from the rear view mirror, "YOU DONT KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!" When I was around 6 years old just saying I loved her for letting me and my siblings do something. Because of that and her lack of love I had to look for it elsewhere which got me in trouble with older boys and women who looked after me.

Because she couldn't give a rats ass about my mental health and autism spectrum disorder I had to repeat grades and classes because I struggled without the shelf of Special Education with the excuse that my mom didn't want me to be bullied more than I already was.

My mom didn't protect me from a literal predator who used me and turned out to be married which fucked me up for 4 years. I was a senior in highschool and that BS he pulled messed me up so bad I didn't even graduate high school. Still no GED. After that dude left me it was the worst year of my life. I was laughed at in school and at the mall for that. I was an idiot.

My mom literally absolved herself of any responsibility even when I was 18 and a senior in highschool. She only wanted to be a parent whenever it suited her and once I left highschool she did whatever she wanted. But my younger brother was 14! She pretty much forgot about him and he turned to drugs and gang activity, became an addict, went to jail several times, became homeless, etc. My twin brother? He went to college, got a degree and has a career working with the government. Why you ask? Because he was the favorite and had all the support.

She knew who my father was and kept me from him. Even if she had her reasons she still should have allowed him to see us. I had to find him on 23andme just to realize my dad is a fucking good guy, WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT?!

Yeah! So uh it was really HER that ruined my life. No fucking guidance on anything whatsoever. Not even as a woman. We had no talk. Nothing. She expected me to just figure everything out all on my own. My bipolar freak outs, my autistic meltdowns, love and relationships, nothing about rape or STDs, the only thing she told me was I was never to get pregnant for the simple fact she was too young to be a grandmother. Nothing about responsibilities of being a parent. It was always because she was still in her 30s.

All the relationships I've had were shitty or abusive, Erik dies, I'm alone and trying hard as fuck to be happy with what I have while having crippling depression.

AND WE WONDER WHY MY SELF ESTEEM IS CAPPED AT 0

🥰💕HADA

[joekeeryswife]

Day in the life 2 - j.q

I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO MAKING A PART TWO. omg i’ve never been so stressed over an imagine in my life lmao. i’m sorry imagines are coming out slow- i’m trying to make them as readable as possible so i hope you enjoy (5.9K words btw 😳) anyways- don’t forget to reblog and like my loves, i appreciate it! also this is so fucking bad omg

taglist: @eddieamoremio @theshireisonfire

it was December 20th, 5 days before Christmas came. to say Esme was excited was an understatement. she had begged you and Joseph to put up the Christmas tree on the 27th November, saying it was so close to Christmas that you needed the tree up. obviously you obliged and put up the Christmas tree on the 27th with Joseph, and Esme who actually helped for the first time.

today was the day you, Joseph and Esme were going to see Santa and after having both yours and Joseph's social media's blow up after the first day in the life was posted you decided it would be so cute to do another vlog/day in the life for the fans to watch. you had told Esme that you would be doing another vlog and she had never been more excited. she wasn't counting down the days to see Santa, she was counting down the days to vlog and it was the cutest thing ever.

you were 7 months pregnant and your baby was now the size of an eggplant. you had tried your best for the past 3 months to keep your bump hidden- not wanting the public to know just yet but after you were spotted in the supermarket by a fan who hugged you without warning you definitely couldn't keep it a secret.

so, you decided to post a photo of you and Esme. she was by your side, asleep with her hand on your growing bump. you had your left hand brushing through her disheveled curls and you had a hot chocolate in the other left the caption 'Esme and bump ☁️'

to be honest you couldn't wait for another baby. you loved being a mum and you loved watching Joseph be a dad. Esme was the perfect child and you hoped that this baby would be as good as she is. since you were pregnant you didn't get much sleep so you woke up before Joseph and Esme, meaning you could make them breakfast.

you didn't want to start the vlog by yourself because you loved watching the start of the last vlog which was almost a year ago now- yes people had been requesting a second vlog for almost a year. even when Joseph went to different comic-con's and events at least one person brought up the day in the life and if there would be a part two.

he always reassured everyone that there would be a part two but he just didn't know when but today was definitely the perfect day to do a vlog, Esme's first time properly meeting Santa was surely going to make all the fans hearts melt and it was definitely going to make you emotional. you didn't know why but thinking about her growing up always made you emotional and it was a lot more frequent now that you were pregnant.

you were a hormonal mess and both Esme and Joseph tried their best to not make you cry but sometimes it was difficult. so what you cried when Ray was murdered in The Princess and the Frog- it was sad. Joseph was used to you being hormonal, you were exactly the same when you had Esme. but Esme, she was definitely not used to her mum being upset all the time.

Joseph had to explain to her why you were emotional all the time and she sort of got it but then again she was 5 years old and still only just grasping the concept of holding a conversation properly. Joseph had woken up to pots and pans clinking together in the kitchen. Joseph knew exactly what you were making because you made it practically every day- hash browns, sausages, marmite on toast and a yogurt which changed every day- it depended on how you were feeling but your favourite was definitely peaches.

he and Esme didn't really like the combination so they ate something different but if you were happy, he was happy. he grabbed the camera off of the bedside table and sat up, turning his body to sit on the edge of the bed. "good morning everyone. i don't really know what to do with these things but i do know for a fact that you all wanted another day in the life so i guess this is a part two. Esme is surprisingly still asleep which is shocking because as you can hear" he stayed silent for a minute as he started walking to Esme's room so the camera could hear you singing and clanking around the kitchen.

"y/n is being very loud in the kitchen. it's every morning- she's singing the same song and making the same breakfast. honestly though, i wouldn't change it because she's happy, the baby is definitely happy so i'm happy. oh yeah and if you guys didn't know we are having another baby which is so exciting but anyway, i need to wake Esme up now so you guys know how this goes i guess"

Joseph smiled at the camera before turning it around to show Esme's bedroom door. she was laying on her bed in a starfish position with her hair all over the place. some of it was over her eyes and the rest was just on her pillow. "she is so beautiful" he whispered as he approached her bed, setting up the camera in the exact same position as last time.

he pushed the hair off of her face gently and stroked her cheek. she stirred slightly but didn't wake up, making him lean down to place a few small kisses on her forehead. this made her wake up, her eyes opening slowly. her eyes were exactly the same as Joseph's and that was one thing you hoped all your kids had- his beautiful eyes.

once she saw her dad smiling down at her with his hand running through her hair softly, trying not to catch in any knots. she reached her arms up, still half asleep as she waited her her dad to pick her up for her morning cuddle that she got from both of you every morning. "morning baby. did you sleep okay?" he picked her up and sat her on his lap. she cuddled into him straight away making the smile on his face grow.

"i had a good sleep" her eyes were closed again as she practically fell back asleep on him. "that's good sweetheart. remember what today is?" and with that her eyes shot open and she looked straight at her dad. "Santa" she whispered her excitement building as she realised she was going to meet the Santa Claus.

"that's right sweetheart. we just need to-" before Joseph could finish she crawled off of his lap and ran straight to her closet to pick out the perfect outfit to meet Santa. "daddy help me. we need to go right now before he leaves. i haven't shown him my list yet" Joseph laughed at her hurried antics.

"baby Santa isn't going anywhere okay? we have all day to see him. we need to have breakfast and get ready first" he explained, picking up the camera and pointing it at her as she rummaged around the wardrobe which was filled with clothes. "but what if he doesn't wait daddy? i don't wanna miss him"

Joseph couldn't help it but his heart melted when she said this. she had been talking about seeing Santa since you brought up the idea. "i promise you won't miss him sweetheart. now come on, we have to go see mama" after hearing that she ran to the stairs and waited for Joseph to follow her before she went down them.

the downstairs was filled with the smell of sausages and burnt toast. Esme and Joseph made their way to the kitchen and saw you sniffling as you just watched the sausages cooking in the frying pan. "morning mama" Esme said, running to you and wrapping her small arms around your leg. you sniffled loudly before whispering a small "morning love"

you had burnt your toast by accident and now you were silently crying. you couldn't stop thinking about the food going to waste and it was all your fault. it wasn't like you didn't have other pieces of bread that you could use but you hated wasting food and this just made you feel bad. "y/n, sweetheart why are you crying?" Joseph set the camera down on the kitchen counter, completely forgetting about the vlog. the only thing he cared about in that moment was you.

he came around to where you were standing and wiped under your eyes softly. "yeah mummy why are you crying?" you felt more tears welling up in your eyes as both your husband and daughter tried to comfort you. "i burnt my toast" and with that, fat salty tears rolled down your face quickly. you were practically inconsolable. "that's alright love, we can just make some more. it's not an issue. we have more bread" Joseph always tried his best to calm you down and now was one of these times where he didn't want you to upset yourself even more- it was toast.

"you don't get it Joe. i burnt it and now it's a waste. people are dying and i burnt food now it's not going to get eaten and it's all my fault" you sobbed loudly, leaning into Joseph's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. Esme stared up at you with worried and confused eyes. "daddy, is mama okay?" Joseph looked down at the little girl and sent her a smile before nodding.

"why don't you go sit at the table Es, let me sort mama out" he let one of his hands let go of you so he could brush a hand through her hair. all she did was nod her head and walk to where the table was and sit down, waiting patiently like she had been told to.

"sweetheart it's okay, it's just toast baby" he kissed the side of your head gently. you looked up at him, his arms were still wrapped around you as you looked directly at him. "i feel so bad. i burnt it by accident and now-" "see, you said it yourself baby, it was an accident and accidents happen. you didn't mean to burn it so it's okay. how about i make some for you and finish up in here and we can all eat together? why don't you go sit with Esme."

you sniffled, scratching your bump softly before using your sleeve to wipe your nose. you looked at the burnt toast which was sat looking sad on the plate before sighing. silly you crying over toast. "okay" your voice was hoarse, your eyes were bloodshot and you had streaky lines down your cheeks from your tears. Joseph gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before you wrapped the dressing gown around you, walking away from Joseph and the messy kitchen.

Joseph looked at the sausages in the frying pan which here also burnt because of you crying to him. he put everything in the bin and started again- knowing you definitely would not like the taste of burnt sausages. Joseph completely forgot about the camera which was still recording and quickly grabbed it, facing it to himself. "sorry about that guys but duty called. i feel like i should give this to Esme for a bit whilst i focus on this"

Joseph shouted out for Esme, waiting to hear the sound of the pitter patter of tiny feet running across the floor. he smiled softly when he saw her running r

through the kitchen door and look up at him. "mummy's okay daddy. she's calmed down" Joseph did feel relief fill his body as he heard from his little girl that you had in fact calmed down now.

"that's good sweetheart, listen, i'm not focusing on the vlog right now- do you want to take the camera and speak to everyone?" her eyes widened as she realised she yet again got the to look after the camera. "yes please daddy. can i show the baby?" she asked as he handed her the camera. "if mama is okay with it love. go ask her baby" she squealed and ran back into the dining room where you were sat on your phone.

"mama, mama look. daddy let me take the camera. can i show everyone the baby" you put down your phone and smiled to her, tucking a piece of lose hair behind her ear. "yeah you can show everyone the baby" you lifted up Joseph's top, which was oversized on you, and showed your almost fully grown bump, placing your hand on your belly. she gently placed her hand on top of yours but made sure the camera could see the baby.

as you and Esme stroked your bump you felt little kicks coming from your baby. you loved the feeling of your babies kicking. when you first felt Esme kick you were shocked. obviously you'd never been in that situation before but you instantly started crying knowing your baby was okay. "mama look, the baby is kicking us. the baby is kicking for the fans" she squealed loudly making you laugh.

"yeah baby, the baby is kicking for the fans" Esme kept the camera focused on your bump as she carried on stroking it. "do you know how long it will be until we see Santa mama? i don't wanna miss him" you knew Esme really wanted to meet Santa but you also knew he wasn't going anywhere just yet. you could see the desperation on her face as she awaited your response.

"sweetheart, Santa isn't going anywhere so i promise you won't miss him. we need to eat first baby and get dressed before we can go out" she sighed dramatically but handed you the camera so you could turn it off when she heard Joseph coming in with everyone's breakfast. you shut off the camera and focused on your family, wanting to enjoy the family breakfast time alone and without the camera.

"here we are loves" you heard Joseph say as he placed all the plates on the table. you had your usual sausages, hash browns, toast and yogurt whilst Joseph and Esme had sausage sandwiches. "mmm yummy. thank you daddy" Esme was always polite and you were so proud that she always used her manners, even if she was in a mood with either you or Joseph she always said her 'pleases' and 'thank yous'.

-

after breakfast and you all getting ready (which Esme insisted on filming for the fans) you were all finally ready to meet Santa. Esme was speaking to the camera for the whole car ride. you've never heard her speak so fluently and it just melted your heart. "so guys we are seeing Santa" she squealed, making you turn to watch her in the back seat.

"mama, do you think Santa will like me?" Joseph looked at her through the rear view mirror with a slight frown. she had dropped the camera slightly so she could look at both her parents, she could see that both of you were frowning. "why would Santa not like you sweetheart?" Joseph's hand squeezed yours as she awaited her answer.

she sighed loudly and placed the camera next to her. "i just don't wanna get on the naughty list so close to Christmas. i want him to like me when i see him" both the frowns on yours and Joseph's faces dropped into sympathy looks. "sweetheart you've been really really good this year, Santa definitely will not take you off of the nice list this close to Christmas. i'm sure he will stop at our house first just because of how good you've been"

once she heard Joseph reassure her that she would definitely not be put on the naughty list, she picked the camera back up and carried ok talking to the fans about what she had asked for and how excited she was for Christmas. "Joe, maybe we could go to the Christmas market after we see Santa? it could be fun. Esme's never been to one before"

Joseph loved Christmas markets, there was just so much to look at and everything was just so beautiful there. you also knew that Joseph wanted to take Esme to one, you went together on your third date and it was just something in that moment that you were the one for him. he didn't know what it was, maybe it was your compassion for others or just that you loved Christmas because it bought you and your family closer. he just knew he needed to be with you and that was it.

"yeah we can do love, you sure you won't get tired with all the walking? i don't wanna drag you around baby. you've been feeling sore and i know walking for you is difficult" you turned and smiled at him. he had been making sure you were okay, as he should, but he always made sure you were comfortable. he didn't want you to push yourself to far that you can barely walk (which you did when you were pregnant with Esme).

"we can go love, i wanna take her to one. this will be her last Christmas alone and i wanna make it as special as possible" he bought your right hand to his lips and placed a small kiss on the back of your hand. "it will always be special baby, she loves every year. don't worry" you turned and smiled at him, your heart melting as he reassured you.

you arrived at the shopping centre where Santas grotto was being held. you realised that the Christmas market wasn't too far away from the shopping centre which you thanked the lord above because it meant Joseph didn't have to drive for hours to get there which also meant you didn't need to sit down for hours with the baby kicking against your ribs.

Joseph had parked in the shopping centre car park which meant you'd only have to walk to the lift and then to where the grotto was inside the centre. Joseph jogged around to where Esme was and helped her out the car. he then opened the door for you, sticking his hand out so he could help you out the car just like he did for Esme.

what you both didn't know was that Esme was filming both you and Joseph as he helped you get out of the car. "wow such a gentlemen" you joked as you closed the car door, placing your left hand on your bump. "yeah mama, daddy is a gentleman" she copied, not really pronouncing it correctly which made you and Joseph laugh loudly.

"come on sweetheart, give daddy the camera so you can walk with mama." she handed Joseph the camera and then walked to you, seeing your hand stretched out for her to take so you could both walk hand in hand. Joseph was sneakily recording you and Esme walking together "my girls are the cutest" he whispered to the camera as Esme and you swung your held hands back and forth. Joseph then turned the camera off and jogged over to you guys and grabbed ahold of Esme's other hand, walking towards the lift.

once you had finally gotten into the shopping centre itself, you saw signs all over showing the direction to Santa's grotto. Joseph got out the camera out and showed Esme. she was squealing every so often when she saw a sign- 'Santas grotto this way'. "Es, are you excited to see Santa?"

she practically screamed when she finally saw the grotto which was surrounded by elves, fake snow, fake gingerbread men and other families who’s children were just as excited to see Santa as Esme. “omg daddy look. Santas elves are all here. i can’t wait to see him” you smiled brightly as you listened to your little girl speak.

“yeah baby, his elves are here. there’s not many people in the queue sweetheart so it won’t be long” Joseph replied as he ran a hand through her perfectly curled hair. you loved Esme’s hair, it just fit her perfectly and you were so grateful she had inherited that from Joseph. after a few minutes of waiting it was your turn to see Santa. Esme began to grow nervous even though she had been excited ever since you had decided to take her to see Santa.

“mama i’m nervous” she whispered as her grip on your hand became tighter. “it’s okay sweetheart, do you want me to come with you?” after seeing her nod her head you all walked into the grotto, seeing Santa sat in his big chair with a smile on his face. Joseph had also came into the room, filming the two of you with Santa.

“wow, it’s nice to meet you. what’s your name?” Santa said as you gently placed Esme on his lap. “Esme” she whispered looking up at him. “that’s a pretty name, now. have you been a good girl this year?” she finally started coming out of her shell as she got comfortable with Santa- obviously she was calm because you were right next to her.

“yes i’ve been really good, haven’t i mama?” she turned to you and watched you nod your head and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. she turned back to Santa who was smiling brightly at the five year old. “well that’s brilliant! if there were two things you’d really want this Christmas, what would it be?” she thought for a moment before her eyes lit up.

“i would love a new barbie doll house please. i’ve seen it on the tv and daddy said if i’m good i could ask you for it so i wrote it on my list. i hope you got it” she said, swinging her legs back and forth as she then thought for her next ‘gift’. “i did see it on your list. you’ll have to wait until Christmas morning to see if you got that. you are very polite” Santa said, making Esme have a small blush appear on her cheeks. “thank you” she whispered, a small, shy smile appearing on her face.

“what else do you wish for Esme?” you whispered to her, watching as she went deep into thought for a moment. Joseph was watching from afar, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched his two girls interact with one another. “well, my mama is having a baby and i would really like it to be a girl. but, after that i would like another baby but for it to be a boy. not another girl please.” she spoke, listening as you and Joseph laughed at her.

Santa coughed before shifting slightly with Esme in his lap. “well, i’m not to sure if i can do that Esme but i’ll try my hardest. maybe wait until your mama and dad are ready. maybe they just want you and then this baby and that might be it. but it’s up to them, if they do i’ll try my best to make it a baby boy” Santa said, making Esme’s smile widen. she really wanted more then one sibling and if Santa said he’d try his hardest for her to have more then one she would take it.

you got up from the floor, struggling as your bump got in the way. kneeling was not a good idea but you didn’t want Esme to be uncomfortable with just Santa. “Esme sweetheart, do you want a photo with Santa?” when you saw her nod her head you walked as fast as you could to stand beside Joseph who took ahold of your hand almost immediately.

you both watched intently as Esme put on her best smile for the picture. just having that memory filmed from Joseph and having a picture of her first time meeting Santa just made you wanna cry. your baby girl was growing up and it just felt like time was going so quickly. you saw Joseph panning the camera to you as you both watched your daughter with Santa.

“baby are you crying” Joseph asked as he realised you were genuinely about to cry. “i’m just really proud of her. i have no idea why but i’m so lucky she’s my daughter and the fact that she’s growing up just makes me sad because one day she’ll be doing this with her kids” you sniffled, praying that your tears wouldn’t actually fall because today was the first day you’d done your makeup in months and it actually looked pretty.

“aww sweetheart, it’s okay. that’s not for a very love time yet. don’t cry, you did your makeup beautifully” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “i know” you replied, making him smile and pull you into his side, both of your focus shifting back to Esme and Santa. “thank you Santa. get rest before Christmas Eve, you’re gonna be busy” Esme said, giving Santa a hug before walking over to you guys with a small gift in her hands.

“mama look what Santa gave me, he said it was an early present for being good” she squealed, her excited expression filling both yours and Joseph’s heart with so much love. “wow baby, that’s great. say one last thank you before we leave” you smiled as she grabbed ahold of your hand. “bye Santa, have a nice Christmas” she waved, practically pulling you out of the grotto.

“bye Esme, and you have a lovely Christmas too” he smiled, waving back at her. after you and Joseph thanked the staff you were handed the few photos of Esme and Santa, you made your way back to the car to finally go to the Christmas market. “daddy, can i please tell the fans about Santa when i’m in the car?” she asked when the three of you got into the lift.

“of course sweetheart. i’m sure they’d love to hear all about it” he smiled brightly at her. Joseph took ahold of your hand and let his thumb softly run over the top of it comfortingly. you turned to look at him, seeing him already glancing at you with a gentle smile on his lips. “are you sure you wanna go to the christmas market? we have walked a lot today and i don’t wanna tire you out more”

you loved him. even though it was your idea he still wanted to make sure you were alright and make sure you wanted to go. you nodded to him, squeezing his hand as the lift door finally opened up on your floor. “yes i still wanna go, we don’t have to stay long i just wanna look around. Esme’s never been to one before and it would be nice to end the day after going to that” you replied, walking out of the lift and seeing the car which thankfully wasn’t to far away.

“okay sweetheart, only if you’re sure though, we won’t stay long” he kissed your cheek and passed the camera to Esme again who was waiting patiently for her dad to help her into the car, and opened the car door for you, helping you in and closing the door after you had gotten comfortable.

“daddy, are we going home now?” Esme asked, holding the camera to her face as Joseph strapped her into her car seat. “no sweetheart, we are going to go the the Christmas market first then going home” Joseph said as he finally finished clicking the button together in her car seat. “does that mean i get to vlog more daddy? that’s so nice for the fans” she said, smiling at him. “yes it does sweetheart”

-

the Christmas market was beautiful. it was filled with all different market stools with food, drinks, different hand crafted ornaments, and so many other stools which you didn’t get around to look at because of how sore your feet and back was.

you stayed at the market for about an hour before both you and Esme were complaining about being tired and you were just in so much pain from all the walking that you’d hardly gotten any market content for the vlog. however, Esme decided to sing Christmas songs the whole way home so that would definitely be content the fans would love.

after getting home, you saw it was 5pm already and you were shattered. you’d been waking all day, practically cried twice and all you wanted to do was sit down and sleep. you had spoken to the camera probably 4 times and that was practically nothing compared to the other video where you were talking to the camera the whole time but you were tired and pregnant.

Joseph had gone up stairs with Esme for a while so he could vlog something you had absolutely no idea about so you were left on the sofa watching orange is the new black. you could hear laughter and a few words from their conversation but you couldn’t make our full sentences and after a while their voices started to fade as your eyes fluttered closed, the day finally catching up with you as you napped on the sofa.

Joseph and Esme were drawing pictures together so they could give them to you just because they loved you. they were both sat at the small plastic table, the chairs too small to even fit Joseph on them so he was sat on the floor, drawing hearts, flowers and Esme was even drawing a family portrait of the three of you.

“Es, was there a reason you wanted to do this for mama?” Joseph asked, his eyes focused on his drawing of a huge flower which was actually not really looking like a flower. “she’s tired daddy. baby not being nice to her so i wanna show her i love her” she replied, picking up the red pen and writing a small ‘i love you’ on the bottom of the page. “that’s so sweet of you baby, she’s gonna love it so much.” he smiled at her, tickling her sides making her laugh. “stop daddy, don’t let me mess up my art”.

the two of them were up there for two hours before they came down to see you still sleeping peacefully on the sofa. “mama? mama wake up please, i have a surprise for you” Esme whispered, making you finally open your eyes from your nap. you saw the clock on the wall reading ‘7:26pm’ making you thank god for you all eating out earlier, it meant you didn’t have to cook which also meant more time in bed.

“what is it sweetheart” you said, voice croaky as you sat up on the sofa. she squeezed in next to you and you wrapped your arm around her. “i drew it for you” she yawned after that but nevertheless handed you the piece of paper. your heart melted as your eyes looked around the page. it wasn’t detailed but it was detailed enough to where you could make out what it was. there was you, your bump, Joseph and Esme all together with a few flowers dotted around the page.

“wow sweetheart this is beautiful, you are so creative” you said, kissing her forehead gently and playing with a few strands of her curled hair. you saw that she was dressed in her pyjamas meaning Joseph had gotten her ready for bed- it was nearing her bedtime and you could tell she was tired from the amount of yawning she had done since being downstairs.

“maybe it’s time for you to go to bed sweetheart? you seem really tired” you said, kissing her forehead as she cuddled into you more. you heard Joseph click the off button on the camera and placing it down on the coffee table, meaning he had stopped recording. “yeah love, you are practically falling asleep on mama here and we don’t want that. why don’t you say goodnight and i’ll tuck you in?” Joseph suggesting, making her nod her head, obviously to tired to complain.

“night mama, i love you” she whispered, making you smile. “night my sweet girl. i love you too. i’ll see you in the morning” you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before Joseph picked her up and took her upstairs to her princess bedroom. you absolutely loved your family and you were so grateful they were in your life forever.

-

after the video had been up for a few days, the views had practically doubled on this video with so many more positive comments which you absolutely loved to read. of course there were a few negative ones but you always skipped them, they didn’t really impact you in any way but the positive ones always did. most of them were about Esme, again, and how beautiful she was but then again there were so many comments about all of you and how well you and Joseph had raised Esme:

“this family is the cutest! the fact that Joseph calmed y/n down shows how patient he is with her and their relationship is just so beautiful. congratulations on the new baby y/n!”

“guys, it’s a sad day, Esme didn’t say blob in this video, she said vlog, it means she’s growing up and i can see why y/n was crying in Santas grotto 🥹”

“y/n is glowing, like, she looks so beautiful. (not saying that she doesn’t look beautiful any other time but specifically in this video she looks gorgeous)”

“Joseph and y/n are just such good parents like i just cannot cope with the ending where Esme and Joseph were talking about y/n and then Esme giving y/n the drawing. you can just tell that baby loves her parents so much”

“okay if my kid isn’t as polite and kind as Esme, i don’t want it. she’s been bought up so well and not many kids have manners so well done y/n and Joseph”

“Esme asking for the baby to be a girl and then asking for a baby brother just melts my heart. she could of asked for anything and she asked for that, so cute 🥰”

“okay, Joseph helping y/n out of the car and then Esme copying y/n and calling him a gentleman was just the cutest thing, my heart is just melting rn”

“Esme is so pretty, like she’s the perfect mix of Joseph and y/n. hearing y/n say proud of Esme just made me so happy. i love this little family so much!”

and there were so many others. you and Joseph loved to read through all the comments which were made about your family never failed to put a smile on your face. you sometimes even read them to Esme to tell her how much the fans liked her. “so mama, the fans really like me?” she asked, her doe eyes looking straight at you. “yes sweetheart, they really do”.

[eddiemunching]

hi could you write a steve fic where he’s secretly in love with the reader and one moment he can’t hold it in any longer and says something like “I once told Dustin to act like you don’t care when you like a girl. But I can’t do that with you. Ever since I’ve known you there has never a moment where I haven’t cared about you.”

I WILL CRY. This Steve is based on season 1 Steve btw!

Warnings: angst, bad advice, asshole! steve, happy ending, swearing

Heteroverheels - Steve x Reader

Unfortunately, Steve has his moments. On most days, he's wonderful. Offering you rides to school and picking up lunch for you. Then suddenly, he's not Steve anymore. He's off with his asshole friends, sneering at underclassmen and picking fights. The number of times he's shown up to school the next day with blooming bruises, fresh cuts, and a growing black eye was unbearable at this point.

It has been like this since Freshman year. Steve's growing anger, ignited by his greed to be better than everyone else, only caused him to act worse towards you. You became practically invisible.

It was yet another one of those days. You had to walk to school in the rain, soaking your bag and all the contents. That's not where the nightmare ends either. Steve was parading a new girl on his arm and ignoring you again. It's not as if you liked him, it was just hard to be friends with Steve when he floated between people.

Even your other friends began to comment on his frequent mood changes. Nancy had warned you that he has always been like that but he just happened to do it less around you most likely attributed to your long years of friendship. But it still didn't feel right.

After what seemed to be the longest day of your life, you retreated to your locker before the end of school. Steve was nearby, of course, smacking lips with another blonde-haired prissy senior. Gripping her waist with his roughened hands and taking breaks to giggle into each other's mouths. Seething with anger, you slammed your locker shut and headed towards the exit.

"Y/N wait up!" Steve called after you, pushing off the clearly angry girl. "It's raining, let me give you a ride."

"I'm fine Steve." You grumbled. "I walked in it this morning, thanks to you." You continued to walk out, raindrops cascading off of your still damp backpack.

"Oh shit, I forgot. I had things to do this morning." He sighed, scratching at the back of his head.

Having enough of his bullshit, you turn around and glare at him. "What the fuck is your problem Steve?" You began. "First, you treat me like complete shit after being a decent human most of your life. Then you act as if I'm invisible and frankly that hurts worse than your words could ever." You let out a deep sigh, having to catch your breath from the angry ramble.

He looked down at you with a confused look, pain behind his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm bad with advice and I just thought-" Before he could finish, you stopped him with your finger against his mouth.

"What does this have to do with me?" You yelled. "Just stop with the bullshit."

"Listen to me. I was getting somewhere, I promise." He began. "I once told Dustin to act like you don’t care when you like a girl. But I can’t do that with you. Ever since I’ve known you there has never been a moment where I haven’t cared about you.”

You looked at him with shock in your eyes, already widening to the size of golf balls as the time went on. There was genuine emotion written across his face, eyebrows twitching in anticipation for your next words.

"So you're saying-"

"I'm saying." He pauses. "That I like you."

The ache in your heart dulled. All this pain, caused by Steve's inability to process his feelings, was because he liked you. Pulling him down to your height, you slowly traced the shape of his mouth with your finger, pulling at his bottom lip before giving in and kissing him. Rain fell around you, bouncing off at each kiss. It was something straight out of a romance movie.

"You really are bad at advice." You smiled, sighing into the next kiss.

I just realized this is my first post since hitting 100 followers! Thank you all so much for the support and keep those requests coming!

[violexides]

so i finished turnabout succession, meaning i’ve watched all of the cases in aa4 excluding the first case - which i am considering watching at some point but likely in the distant future, seeing as trucy and klavier are not yet introduced in it and i already know the plot of the case. many thoughts on ace attorney 4 but i am just going to talk about klavier gavin real quick because. i need to.

[if you don’t want spoilers but are still reading these posts i’m REALLY going into spoilers so like. guys please]

i really wish Capcom had done more with klavier both in the sense of backstory but also in the sense of future games, since iirc he only appears once or twice in dual destinies and not at all in spirit of justice. what i CAN say though is that despite all this, they gave an amazingly written character to us - even if he, again, only predominantly exists in three cases.

i really cannot get over the tragedy of each one of them, though. turnabout corner, where he faces off and loses in a trial - his first trial returning to prosecuting - to the disciple/employee of his older brother. who aforementioned employee had imprisoned for murder. and he’s extremely kind compared to other prosecutors, willing to help out, and also among one of the most well-prepared ones. he’s fun and melodramatic and he doesn’t throw a fit at losing.

and then you IMMEDIATELY go to fucking turnabout serenade, where he has a concert in which basically everything goes wrong for him, including the performance not meeting his high standards and someone literally dying DURING HIS CONCERT. in which his guitar ALSO set on fire mid concert btw. and he’s very emotionally attached to them. and then you find out all this, on top of the fact that it was not only his second guitarist but his BEST FRIEND of at LEAST seven years who committed the murder. someone he deeply trusted, and he has to be the one to take him off the case and put him on the stand.

and then THREE MONTHS PASS, and he is put on the trial for the jurist system, a system created by phoenix wright. he knows from the start that despite his desires for a simple case, it’s going to be complex because of wright’s involvement. and then it turns out that the current murder provides insight into the events of seven years ago, a trial he had prosecuted on in which he got someone disbarred with information he shouldn’t have had and became CONSUMED WITH DARKNESS FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS to the point that he LEAVES THE PROSECUTION JOB TEMPORARILY. and then he is told, by apollo justice - former employee of his brother, frequent court rival, person who put his best friend AND brother behind bars, and current employee of phoenix wright the attorney that KLAVIER HELPED DISBAR - that the events that transpired seven years ago, when klavier was SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD, were manipulated by his brother. 

and he STILL wants to believe in kristoph. and that’s what gets me - we know next to NOTHING about these guys’ history. and yet we see it in everything - klavier and kristoph finishing each other’s thoughts as klavier fights harder than ever against apollo in the cross examination, klavier and kristoph showing superficial levels of affection that sink deeper for klavier but fall apart at the top level for kristoph, the respective distrust and resentment they have for one another, the fact that kristoph tells klavier to CALM DOWN and CALLS HIM USELESS and implies he’s IRRATIONAL over and over and OVER again even trying to THREATEN him into not saying anything - up until the moment that klavier says that it’s time for them to empty their family closet. 

up until the last line said in the court trial for kristoph gavin - in which klavier looks his brother in the eye and says “you are not needed anymore.”

and then it shows post credit scenes in which he’s like hey lol the gavinners are breaking up but i’m excited to go back into court again soon ^_^ LITERALLY HOW YOUR ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED BY THIS MAN . OR I GUESS LIBERATED . I HATE GAY PEOPLE 

anyway I love klavier gavin and we should have gotten more of him in later games but for now i’m going to go uhhh read fanfiction. or no shit i should do homework. read fic AND do homework. yeah :] 

[cowboycakes]

Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

---

Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

---

The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

---

Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

---

Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

---

Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

---

You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

—-

Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

—-

Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

—-

Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

—

Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

—-

To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

—-

There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)

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[kkusuka]

hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!) 

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml. 

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading 

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful. 

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass. 

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know. 

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do. 

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests. 

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds? 

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit. 

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm 

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm 

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4. 

You could deal with that. 

-- 

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far- 

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?” 

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school. 

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself. 

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations. 

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind. 

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver. 

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day. 

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a 

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul. 

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk. 

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.” 

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still, 

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?” 

“Sounds great” 

--

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?” 

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core. 

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum” 

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.” 

Bokuto. 

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips. 

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place. 

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right. 

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please” 

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated. 

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits. 

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.  

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!” 

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips. 

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal. 

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes. 

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table. 

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you. 

“I think you can fit two, right?”  and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh. 

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise,  following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment. 

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass. 

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm. 

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”  

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy. 

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited.  Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches. 

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table. 

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

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summary: you and chan follow a routine every night. tonight’s different. 

pairing: bang chan x female reader 

word count: 3.1k

genre: angst, like Extreme Angst™️, college!au, established relationship

warnings: a lot of swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of sex ( oh and btw, this is not beta read. we die like men)

note: omg? finally? i got to write something and now i’m posting it on here? confidently??? who is she, we don’t know her! enough jokes though, this is my first fic ever that’s going to be posted on this platform, so i’m excited! constructive criticism and feedback are welcome 👉🏻👈🏻. 

tagged ❤️: @popisdead @hanflix

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it’s become routine at this point. 

when chan sees your room’s light turn off, it’s a signal that your roommates are now headed to bed and that you’re ready to come out and meet him. it’s been a busy few months for the both of you and the nights were the only time you two could meet. he’s a business major working on his business proposals for the semester and you’re a performing arts student, preparing for this semester’s art production. saying it was hard to make time to see each other was an understatement. nevertheless, you two made sure you still met, may it be only for a few minutes. some nights you were lucky, being able to meet for an hour or so. nights were reserved for chan and for chan only. 

after putting on your coat, you reached out for the door knob as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. “are you coming or not? i’m freezing” you sigh softly.

the first few nights were fun, you have to admit. impromptu grocery shopping for the both of your food supplies for rest of the week, a few make out sessions here and there, and sometimes, leading to even more if you both were lucky enough. it gave you a high you never thought you would ever come down from. whenever he kissed you after a long day, you felt as if the weight on your shoulders fell off, even for just a moment. whenever chan held you in his arms and told you it was going to be okay, your chest loosened, even for just a moment. chan was the calm in the chaos and when you were in his car, holding his hand and feeling his lips lingering on yours, he provided the needed break you longed for during the day.

but, as the days and weeks passed by, the nights became shorter and quieter. rides became quicker and the good conversations slowly turned into mere small talk. no longer would he give you soft touches, no longer would he ask how your day went, and no longer would chan look at you the way he did before. no more i love you’s, no more second glances when he dropped you off at your dorm during the early hours of the morning. you excused the change of behavior as the result of your fatigue in school. the change was expected, you always told yourself.

it’s become a mantra now, something you repeated to yourself as you lied in bed at night, a routine. a routine. 

you close your eyes for a moment as you twist the doorknob to open the door. you focus on your phone again as soon as you got out of your dorm. “coming."

you spotted chan’s car a mile away. before, he would put the window down to greet you, a soft smile spreading across his face. now, you were faced with the car’s tinted windows, your reflection staring back at you as you wrapped your fingers around the handle of the car door. you heard the lock click. 

“hey,” you mumbled. you heard a soft hum in response. you quietly put the seatbelt on, relaxing your back on the seat as you stared ahead. chan was on his phone, seatbelt off. light from his phone illuminated his features. the bags under his eyes were a little bit more prominent than the last time you noticed. you wonder if he’s been eating, getting enough sleep, but you weren’t in the position to ask now. not when frustration is starting to boil in your chest.  

you didn’t know if you should call him out. it was his way to unwind as well, but then again, he was there to pick you up for a short date. this was the only time you both had for yourselves, yet here he was, texting away on his phone. this shouldn’t annoy you as much as it does now because chan does this whenever he was waiting. 

“hey,” you repeat louder. chan looks up from his phone, an eyebrow raised. 

“yes?” he asks, turning his phone off. the two of you are surrounded in darkness, with only the light from the lamp posts outside lighting the interior of the car. 

“what do you mean, ‘yes?’ are you serious?” chan furrows his eyebrows at your words as he straps himself in. he turns to you, blinking. you suck in a breath. 

“this is the only time we get to spend together and you’re on your phone? are you ser—“

“i’m sorry. there,” he breathes,  “can we move past this? i’m not in the mood to fight.” he interrupts. you open your mouth to say something back, but you’re cut off by the movement of the car. 

the air inside the car was heavy, heavier than usual. sure, you and chan had a couple of unresolved fights the other nights and sure, you spent you early mornings crying over him, but it should have been resolved with the few kisses he gives you, right? then why are you so upset now? chan makes amends, tells you he’s sorry for raising his voice, for ignoring you the whole day. he was busy, right? of course he’ll end up not texting you. he kisses the pain away, even though he’s the reason for said pain. he talks his way out and if he avoids the topic of the fight, you wouldn’t mind. that was the routine. but not tonight, apparently. 

“you’re always not in the mood.” you whisper, crossing your arms in front of your chest. you watch the trees outside of the car starting to blur as chan’s driving sped up. this night will end as quick as it started, you thought. you hear a sigh beside you. 

“i just—“ chan starts, “i can’t fight anymore, y/n. i’m tired.”

“and you think i’m not?” you answer back, looking at the man beside you, “god, we never talk anymore, chan. all we ever do is fuck the pain away and—“

you’re cut off by the sight of chan’s knuckles slowly turning white on the steering wheel. you almost don’t see the way he clenches his jaw. he pulls the car over at the side of the road and for a second, you think you two will be able to finally talk about your issues, the problems that were never muttered, but still plagued your relationship. god knows you wanted to hear from him, anything— fuck, just anything to finally resolve it, fix it. to finally end the routine you both had. but that hope shatters as soon as his mouth opens. 

“what do you want me to say? we’ve been okay, we’ve been fin—“

you let out an exasperated sigh, eyes meeting his, “we aren’t fine, chan, we haven’t bee—“

“what do you mean?” chan questions. he removes his seatbelt to turn to you. a gentleman he still was, even though you knew he was avoiding the topic. again. “fuck, what do you want me to say? i was on the phone. how does that merit a full blown argu—“

“it’s not about the damn phone!” you exclaim, finally feeling the frustration in your chest blow over. 

were you going crazy? why didn’t he see the changes? doesn’t he feel the frustration? were you the only one feeling this way, then? does he feel that everything was okay or were you that good at acting that everything was okay, that nothing was wrong? you run a hand down your face as you try to collect yourself.  the car became quiet, as always. chan was never really vocal about things like this and let you do the talking. maybe this is why issues were never resolved. 

“then, what is it about?” chan mumbles, eyes never leaving your form. you let out a soft scoff.

"what is it abou—are you kidding me? are you fucking with me?”chan raises an eyebrow in response, furrowing it afterwards. he lets out a sarcastic laugh after a few beats of silence. he shook his head as he turned to face the road again. 

“is this fight going to last all night? if so, i’d rather just drop you off,” he starts to put his seatbelt on, "we can continue our date when you’re not this moody."

and at that moment, your world nearly stops. the silence in the car was loud and the tension, if you could see it, could be cut with a knife. his words echo in your mind as the car starts moving again, chan preparing to make a u-turn to go back in the direction of your dorm. 

“not...this...moody?” you repeat to yourself. chan nonchalantly hums in response. 

you couldn’t even look at this man anymore. it was as if you didn’t know him anymore. he carried the name of your boyfriend, but was he really the chan you knew? the chan you knew won’t be able to say these things to you, let alone treat you like this. you feel like a deer in headlights, shocked at how everything led up to this moment. and to think that the turning point of your relationship was something as simple as chan being on his phone. you closed your eyes as you tried to fight the lump forming in your throat. 

“so, what am i supposed to do?” you ask. "just go home and think about what i did? what i said?”

chan shrugs. he shrugs. you couldn’t believe how he didn’t take this conversation seriously. was it because you’ve been in this exact same situation before? sure, fights have been frequent, but were they frequent to the point that chan just straight up ignored them? to the point that he never brought the topics up again? no effort to try and fix it?

was he that tired that he was willing to let everything pass? let you suffer in silence? 

“stop the car,” you whisper shakily. chan doesn’t listen, though. he never does, he rarely does. he never listens anymore. 

“chan, please stop the car,” you feel stupid begging, but that does it. he stops the car again, your dorm building in sight. his knuckles start to turn white again, but he closes his eyes this time. you hear him take a sharp inhale through his nose. 

“i can’t fight anymore, y/n, please, just...we can fix it tomorrow, whatever it is.”

you let out a soft sob at his words. “chan, you always say that, god, you always say that.”

chan grips his steering wheel tighter. “yes, i do, but we always fix it. we always end up fixing it.”

“no, we fucking don’t!” you scream now, releasing the frustration that has been clawing to come out, “no, we don’t fix things, we fuck it away and we pray that things magically turn okay in the morning, but it never does! it never fucking does!”

chan stays quiet, eyes drifting to the car floor. you wish you could know what he was thinking. you wish he would talk to you, tell you what he really felt instead of just sitting there. god, were you tired. you were tired of pretending things were okay when they aren’t. you were tired of telling yourself it would be fixed, that the relationship would go back to normal, but it never does. and you just somehow have to live with it because that’s how it is with you and him. that’s the routine, right? and even though you hated it, you tolerated it because you loved him. but people will reach an end point, one way or the other. you can’t help but feel that this was yours. 

“loving you is so exhausting, chan, i—“ your voice cracks, “i’m supposed to be content with this treatment? you and i not talking the whole day and then meeting at night just to make up for lost time, have sex, and pretend that everything’s okay, that the fights have not gotten out of hand, that we’re going to be ok—“

“we are going to be okay, fuck, it’s not that easy,” chan mumbles, “i’m trying, y/n, but i can’t give you everything you need, not anymore.”

silence fills the car and it engulfs the two of you. 

"what changed?" you sob softly, tears now slowly flowing down your cheeks. it was okay, a few weeks ago. days became busier, tasks became heavier, but did that mean that your relationship had to deteriorate the way it has been? 

“nothing changed, please, y/n,”chan breathes, not turning to look at you, “we just got busier and—"

“we weren’t like this, chan, we used to talk about things. w-we used to...talk. we can’t even do that now? am i asking for too much? i shouldn’t be begging for your time, chan, please—“you cry out softly. “why am i always second to you, chan? i try to be the best for you, chan, please.”

chan lets out a shaky breath as he tries to find the words to respond with. “y/n, it’s not y—“

“spare me the bullshit. spare me the "it’s not you, it’s me”. at least, be honest with me.” you say firmly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks harshly. 

“i...i just don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet, okay? i want to fo—"

your feel something in your chest. a pain you’ve never felt before. chan’s words become a blur as you feel your back hit the seat. 

you’re taken back to a time in your childhood when you were trying out the jump rope your friends had. being the idiot you were, you jumped in time with the rope and it tangled on your feet. you ended up falling on your chin, scraping it in the process. the pain rang through your skull and for a while, you couldn’t move, tears merely streaming down your cheeks. and to that that one time during one of the art productions in university, you ended up falling off of the stage. of course, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but maybe if they turned on the lights before lowering the stage, you wouldn’t have broken your ankle. you remember how worried chan was, but most importantly, you remember how much it hurt. you couldn’t walk and if you tried, it would shoot pain up your leg. 

adding all the pain you’ve felt in all those moments, it wouldn’t amount to the pain you feel now. 

not ready? not ready after 3 years? how could he say that? this was the man you saw your future with, someone who was supposed to be your soulmate. that was him, that was chan. the nights you shared, the words you uttered, were all those fake? were all those just to make everything feel okay? 

not ready? 

not ready.

the words echo in your mind like a broken record. were you supposed to beg him to stay? beg him to be ready when he just admitted that he wasn’t? as you turned to look at him, you didn’t see the chan who loved you. instead, it was the shell of the man who used to love you, care for you. fuck, was love supposed to hurt this bad? you feel your heart starting to crack even more.

if this was love, you didn’t want it. not anymore.

“drop me off,”you mumble after a deafening silence, voice shaking as a sob threatens to come out of your mouth. chan turns to look at you, finally. you don’t meet his eyes anymore. you, instead, just look straight ahead. if he wasn’t ready for a commitment, even after 3 long years, then you were not about to beg him to stay. chan opens his mouth to say something, but you notice that he just swallows his words. he turns to look in front of him as he pushes on the gas again to drive back to your dorm. if he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. there’s no point in trying to convince him he is. the next best thing is to leave and let him figure out what he needed to figure out. if he needed space, he could have told you. what bothered you the most is the fact that chan’s always been about communication, but somehow and somewhere along the journey, he changed. maybe that’s just how it goes. 

when he pulls up in front of your dorm building, chan turns to look at you again, eyes scanning your features. “i’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

you shake your head, eyes closing as you tried to fight the urge to cry again. the question he asked has always confused you. it was always like this, that even after a fight, he expects to see you again, the same time, the same place. you were tired and it didn’t help that you now knew why he wasn’t acting the same— he wasn’t ready to commit to you, even after all this time. 

“i’m ending it here, chan."

“ending what?”

ending the routine, ending the cycle, ending us. these words rang through your head and you didn’t know which to answer. was he acting aloof so that he could get off easily? that maybe you’ll let him off again because he somehow can’t understand what was happening? you swallowed. 

“us, chan, i—i can’t go on like this anymore,” you pause. was this what you really wanted or were you doing this to prove a point? you weren’t sure, but one thing’s clear, you had to do this, not only for him, but for you. you can’t subject yourself to this cycle anymore. you had to break it sooner or later. “when i get out of this car, we’re over."

chan’s car became a place of love and security in a world full of uncertainty and chaos. it was where you both spent time together when you needed a break, when you needed to be together. now, it was a place of loneliness and despair. it became a place full of resentment and unresolved issues and you can’t help but wonder how chan will be able to sit in his car again without thinking of this moment. before he could respond, you were out of the car. 

in the back of your mind, you hoped that he would call you, run after you. beg you to stay, tell you that everything will be fixed if you just gave him time. you prayed in your head desperately. if he did so, you know you’ll come crawling back to him. if he showed some sort of care, some sort of longing, some sort of initiative that he wanted things to work out, that he wanted this as much as you do, then maybe you’ll come back to him again. that’s how it always was, right?

right?

behind you, you hear the car drive away.