#also they got married since last visit and they’re so cute!

[bzedan]

I just got back from a dentist appointment and dang, I lucked out extremely when I chose this office. I love them! They are kind! We remember the small talk of each others’ lives! They let me wear headphones if I need it and hold a stuffed animal, and think it’s cute I pick the same bird documentary to watch each time.

I’d liked my dentist before we moved state, but this office has shown me an acme of what healthcare could and should be like. They respect my choices and are proud of the improvements we’ve made in my dental health and tell me so (we had… a lot of work to do). They’re absolutely set a standard I judge everything else by. It’s so maddening that they’re an outlier. I feel spoiled that I had the luck to choose this office.

[reikissu]

Baji Keisuke dating headcanons.

a/n: a new dating hcs for baji, since my last ones were ooc as hell 😟 (mikey, draken, mitsuya, pahchin, kazutora)

genre: fluff, a bit of comedy

reader: gender neutral

warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and injuries

baji’s an odd one, despite him being an infamous delinquent and being held back a year, he’s the sweetest boy ever.

he’d call you baby, dumbass or babe, it depends on different days.

he’ll do anything for you, even if it meant killing someone. need help with something? alright, he’s up for the job, but if it involves homework, he’ll try his best. you hate someone with a burning passion? he’ll beat the living hell out of them for you.

he sometimes gets into fights on purpose so you’ll take care of him, you’ll hear a stone hitting your bedroom window and you’ll see your beaten up boyfriend with a shit eating grin outside your house.

“babyyy! treat my wounds please!” “you got into another fight? oh my god. 😠” “hehe.” “don’t hehe me, keisuke! whatever.. get in here.”

his mother adores you, she’s very happy for you and keisuke. she’s proud of her son because you always tell her how well he treats you, she now knows her son will be a good husband. ryoko would give you food as thanks for making keisuke happier, she’d also always ask him about you.

“how’s y/n?” “huh? oh, they’re doing good.” “oh okay, when will they stay over again?” “hmmm.. not sure, i’ll ask them tomorrow.”

there’s times where he’s in a bad mood, he gets the urge to punch someone or burn cars, but he then remembered that you told him not to. so he just pays you a visit whenever he feels cranky.

his type of dates would be after school or at night, after school you both would go to his favorite café and eat while telling each other what happened in your day, at night he would take you out on a ride or bring you to a night market.

he dreams big, and he works hard to make sure he’ll be able to achieve that life with you. a life with you where you both are newlyweds, living in an apartment without a single worry, having cats and cute kids. it makes him blush when he thinks about it.

if you’re a hardworker who never takes a break, he’ll drag your ass out. “Huh? Kei, where are we going?” “We’re going to that place you like so much.” “Why? I was doing something you know!” “Dumbass, it’s been days since you haven’t left your room, i don’t wanna open the door and see you dead on the floor.”

he would give you small things as his way of showing you his love aside from kisses and hugs. like your favorite snacks, keychains of your favorite flower or animal, and jewelry he can afford.

you both would have matching phone charms and rings, the phone charms would be cats and the rings would be sun and moon themed. he never takes off his ring, even if he was in a fight or if he was taking a bath.

he would proudly introduce you to mikey and the others, he doesn’t care if it’s embarrassing, he wants to show you off.

“Meet Y/N, they’re my lover.” “Wait, what?!” “Woah, you got yourself a saint if they can handle how much of an asshole you are.” “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” “Man, i never thought you’d be able to get a lover!” “They’re hot.” “HA?!” and everyone else has to hold baji back from beating kazutora up.

he gets jealous, even of kids. one time, a little boy came up to you and told you that he wants to marry you one day, you just said thank you and laughed it off… while keisuke, was glaring down at the kid and was like “😠… Hm.”

he would introduce you to every cat he owns. “This one’s Yuko, this one here is Peyoung, and this one, my favorite is named Y/N Jr.” “You seriously named a cat after me?” “Duh, you should’ve expected that from me.”

he’d always crave for your warmth, even at school. whenever you two are alone in a place at school, he’d hug you, if you two are staying over at his place or your place, he’d cuddle you. his arms around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he takes in your scent.

if you have younger siblings or pets, he’d gladly take care of them if you are busy or anything. he’d be the type to get along well with your parents too.

he would smell like Versace Eros, he would probably have that as his perfume because one of his rich relatives gave him that as a birthday present. so it makes you giddy inside whenever you hug him.

he isn’t very talkative and nice to other students except you, if they’d try flirting with him he’d immediately tell them you’re his lover. you are the only exception to him, no one else can play with his hair, touch his body, or even try to fix his necktie and fake glasses.

rando: “Ah, Baji-kun, your collar’s wrinkled.” he’d swat their hand away if they even try to touch his clothes, “Don’t touch me, i can fix it myself.” but if it’s you, it’s an automatic yes.

baji would ask help from you if he was having hard time with some topics in some subjects, and he’d feel bad for bothering you. but you always assure him it’s fine for him to ask for help. that’s why his test scores went up, all thanks to everything you taught him.

in short, he’s the type to improve his flaws, to study hard, to be more careful with his attitude, all for you. he’s willing to do everything, even if it has risks of death. his heart only belongs to you.

© reikissu do not repost/steal any of my works and repost it on other platform/s. I do not own the characters i write for at all, reblogs are appreciated though ♡

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Growing old together

Last day of the month, and also my most sentimental work of it. As I wrote this, I got emotional, started thinking about life and death and everything in between... and I at the same time got inspired to write future works.

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

Violetta and Francesca sat by the patio, looking at the sunshine together. They waited for some friends to come over.

The first were Ludmila and Naty. They couldn’t believe they had known them for over 70 years now. The second ones were two ladies named Jim and Yam, who Violetta and Francesca had gotten to know thanks to their oldest daughter marrying their oldest daughter. Yes, this meant that some of their grandchildren only had a bunch of abuelas.

So did all of Ludmila and Naty’s grandchildren. They only had one daughter, Stella, and to almost no one’s surprise she ended up marrying Camila’s kid, Kim. They ended up having four children together. Ludmila still did not know how to handle the fact that she and Camila were family by marriage now, even if it had been 20 years since Stella and Kim tied the knot. 

Violetta and Francesca had three kids together - Elina, Carolina and Oliver. Elina was their oldest, who married Jim and Yam’s daughter Lola. The two girls had two kids of their own, and only women for parents and grandparents. Carolina only had one kid with her husband, and Oliver, while married, never had any children with his wife. Ludmila used to tease Violetta and Francesca about how, despite them having more children, they got less grandchildren. 

Jim and Yam had a second daughter named Charlie, who had a child with one man, and then she had two others with another man that she still to this day was married to. So, they had 5 grandkids in total, which was the most out of all of them. 

Ludmila and Naty arrived first. They went out to greet them. 

“Hello! You look great!” Naty said, hugging Violetta.

“I just turned 87, I get more beautiful each year!” Violetta joked. 

“Come inside, I made some cookies!” Francesca said.

“My doctor said I shouldn’t eat that much sugar…” Ludmila said. Then she laughed. “But I don’t really listen to my doctor anyway! Give me the cookies!”

“They don’t have any sugar in them,” Francesca said. “Cause I also have a doctor wanting me to cut down on it. But I promise, they’re still delicious!” “I should know, I stole some,” Violetta said, causing her wife to pretend to dramatically gasp.

They sat down in the living room. Right then, the doorbell rang. Violetta went to open it.

“Hello!” Jim and Yam said in unison.

“Ooh, is this a lesbian gathering or what’s up?” Ludmila joked.

“Lesbian and bisexual,” Francesca corrected her. “Or, why not just a sapphic gathering?”

“Gathering for sapphic grandmas!” Yam exclaimed as she entered the living room. She and Jim hugged and cheek kissed everyone. “Ladies! Do you know who me and Jim met on the way here?”

“Yes, it’s actually amazing!” Jim said.

Everyone sat down, eager to hear the story.

“So… Do you remember when we told you about our friend Nina, who had a boyfriend named Eric?”

“The boy who sang Mi corazon hace wow wow?” Francesca asked. “I always hated that song, I don’t know how he managed to release it.”

“He asked our friends who were in a band to help him,” Jim sighed. “His only hit.”

“We liked it back then!” Yam admitted. “And we thought he and Nina were cute together! But we also had no idea how male-female romantic relationships worked, so we weren’t the best ones to judge.”

“That is so relatable,” Ludmila admitted, and everyone snickered.

“Yes, they broke up obviously, and in retrospect we noticed so many red flags with him,” Jim said. “We have not really thought about him for decades now.”

“Until now!” Yam exclaimed. “We were visiting our friend Ramiro, who has ended up in a nursing home now after he seriously injured himself trying to roller skate at this age. Well, one of the nurses there looked very similar to Eric.”

“Yes, this was like a younger version of him.”

“So we just had to ask… hey, did your father sing Mi corazon hace wow wow?”

“Do you know what he replied?!”

“Tell us!” Violetta sat at the edge of her seat.

Jim took a deep breath. “He said… ‘Oh, I’m so impressed you remember that old song! Yes, that is my father!’” 

“HE REPRODUCED?!” Ludmila asked, shocked.

“HE REPRODUCED!” Yam yelled.

Francesca leaned backwards on the couch. “Vilu… do you realize this means there’s a possibility someone we know also has done that?”

“Oh no…” Violetta said.

“Who?” Naty asked.

“Tomas,” Vilu and Fran said together.

“Not Tomas!” Jim exclaimed. “Wait. Who’s Tomas?”

“They told us about this in 2070, Jim,” Yam explained, as she remembered every gossip ever. “Tomas was that guy that both Violetta and Francesca were in love with, and then they ditched him for each other.”

“Well, we realized our friendship was more important than him, but we didn’t ditch him for each other exactly,” Violetta corrected her. 

“Still!”

“This is a genuine fear I’ve had all my life,” Ludmila said. “Every time me and Naty go to Spain, I’m so afraid I’ll bump into him there.”

“Luckily we haven’t heard from him since he moved back there in 2012,” Naty said.

“He told me I’d be the first to know if he ever got famous…” Violetta said, looking up at the ceiling. Everyone started laughing.

“This might be dark,” Yam said, “But maybe he’s dead. I mean… we’re at that age now where people start dying of… natural causes…”

The room grew slightly silent, but everyone nodded in agreement. 

“To think, 100 years ago, it was the 80s…” Francesca said. “The 1980s. And now it’s the 80s again.”

“I don’t think 2082 feels like a real year,” Ludmila admitted. “But 1982? It definitely felt like a real year.”

“To think, my aunt was alive then…” Violetta said. “She wasn’t old then, but she… she lived.”

Angie had passed away only some weeks before her 100th birthday. The loss had been bigger for Violetta than it had for any of her parents. Her mom died when Violetta was so young, and her dad… well, as sad as she was, she felt oddly relieved that he had passed, too. 

“Do you speak to Paula anymore?” Naty asked. Paula was Angie’s daughter.

“Yes,” Violetta said. “We speak often, and even more after Angie passed. It’s so weird, in my head she’s always a little girl, but she’s gotten grandkids of her own by this point!”

“We’re so old…” Francesca said. “Our own grandchildren are probably gonna have children soon…”

“I have a question,” Ludmila said, “Who in our friend groups do you think will be the first one to die?”

“Ludmila, that’s such a horrible question!” Naty exclaimed. “I don’t wanna think about that!”

“Diego,” Violetta and Francesca said in the most monotone voices imaginable.

Ludmila’s eyes widened. “No! No, not him! I don’t… I won’t allow it!”

“Calm down,” Francesca said, gesturing with her hands for Ludmila to calm down. “My initial answer would be Gery, but we were never really friends with her. She just keeps being in our lives despite us never making any effort to want her to. But she’s definitely gonna go first.”

Ludmila nodded. “Ok, yeah, you’re right…”

“In our friend group, if Ramiro continues like he does…” Jim said, not really daring to finish that sentence.

“I also feel like he’s immortal?” Yam said and chuckled unsurely. “Seriously, he has injured himself so many times, but he keeps coming back. My guess would be Matteo. Ugh, it still feels so horrible to guess when people are gonna die!”

“See it as when we guessed who would have kids first back in the days,” Ludmila said.

“We both were least likely,” Yam laughed, “Because I guess people assumed being a lesbian means you don’t want kids, or something.”

“I’m glad society has been better on that front nowadays,” Violetta said. “I mean, look at us! All women, married to other women, with kids! And even grandkids!”

After some while of chatting, Jim suddenly spotted some large sketchbooks. “What’s that?”

“Oh, our memoirs,” Francesca said. “We both write ones, one each.”

“Like moominpappa?”

“Like moominpappa, yes.”

“I do not get these references,” Ludmila admitted.

“We’ve referenced them so much through the years,” Naty said, “And we read the books to Stella when she was little! Come on, Ludmi! Are you turning senile?”

“Never!”

“Anyway, we know we are famous and stuff,” Violetta said, “But it would still be fun to write down some things about our lives.”

“Didn’t you have a diary from your teens?” Ludmila asked.

“Yes, and that one I still have lying around. My grandkids have all gotten to read it, and they think my teenage years sounded insane! But, they also told me they very much wanted to keep it for the future. I wasn’t sure why at first, because some things are just junk, and not so interesting.”

“But that’s the thing!” Francesca chimed in, “When we look at history, the most interesting things are just the random things people did! That’s why we love diaries, they tell the real stories of people.”

”Yes, and these memoirs are also a perfect way to write about those stories.”

”You write all about your careers and life as celebs?” Ludmila asked. 

”Not at all!” Francesca said. ”If people wanna know about our careers, they can read our Wikipedia articles. These memoirs bring up some fun stories we have about our friends, some family stories we want to keep alive… sometimes we just write about life right now. How it is to be a senior in today’s world.”

”We also have promised to not read each other’s memoirs,” Violetta said. ”We give two different perspectives from the same household, how it’s like in our relationship, how we experienced raising our kids together, we bring out both the good and bad memories in there.”

”Yes, because we don’t just wanna share happy things. Sometimes you need to be real.” 

”Sometimes we also just write about our days. It can be days where nothing happened, but we feel like there’s something to write down. Sometimes we have guests over and write about that. We’ll definitely sit down and write about our gathering today.”

Yam looked like she got blessed. ”I feel so inspired right now to do the same.”

”Me too,” Naty said.

”I also want to write some honest opinions about everyone I know that they can read when I pass,” Ludmila said, causing everyone to chuckle. 

”Me too, but I am also afraid I’m gonna come off too harsh,” Yam admitted. ”I’ve been told I am brutally honest.”

”But people who know you know that you also are so full of love!” Jim said, hugging her.

“Since we share grandchildren, wouldn't it be super fun if all four wrote our perception of them?” Francesca asked. “And then they’ll get to read four separate perspectives of them.”

“Oh, I’d just gush about how adorable they are, though!” Violetta said.

“I’m not gonna say who, but I witnessed one of them steal my coca cola once,” Jim said. “They think I didn’t know, but I’m gonna write it down, and as I pass they will know… I knew it all along.”

Everyone laughed.

“I’m gonna write down some information about Spanish culture, too!” Naty said. “We’ve lived in Argentina for so long I’m afraid it’s gonna become lost.”

“Yes!” Jim exclaimed.

“That reminds me, I need to write some more things about Italy and Italian culture,” Francesca said. “I need to pass down recipes that my mom taught me. And some Italian phrases that I think could be useful!”

“Don't your kids know Italian?” Yam asked.

“I mean, they do… but I speak more Spanish than Italian with them, and my grandkids certainly don’t know anything.”

“Let’s hope they read it and not just gloss over it,” Ludmila said. “I know I glossed over some things my grandparents wrote down.”

“Then maybe our great-grandchildren will want to learn!” Violetta said.

“Am I the only one freaking out that there will one day be no one on this earth that remembers us?” Naty asked. “There will be a time when we’ll be forgotten.”

“We won’t be,” Violetta said. “We write our memoirs to keep memories alive.”

“You know what I would want to write in my memoir?” Yam asked. “Movies and shows I liked. I wanna tell them all about the kids shows we grew up with, and why we loved them at the time.”

“The kids of the future need to know about Phineas and Ferb!” Jim exclaimed dramatically.

“And Winx Club!” Francesca added.

“And those kids shows that were kind of obscure, but we can pretend that they were mainstream just to mess with future generations!” Naty chimed in. “Like Las tres mellizas, that cartoon about the triplets who got sent into fairytales by a witch!”

“See, and that can age pretty well, because fairytales are timeless!” Violetta said.

“Oh, and I need to encourage the kids of the future to read Isadora Starfighter,” Ludmila said. “Do you think my fanfictions I wrote as a teen still are up on the internet?”

“Your fanfiction you posted yesterday is still up, so why wouldn’t what you wrote 70 years ago be?” Naty asked. 

“You still write fanfiction?” Yam asked.

“Yep. Still about the same franchise. I was afraid I’d stop doing it, but I’ve been writing back and forth all my life.”

“I have been wanting to write again, but now we’re getting so old that I’m afraid I’d… pass away before finishing it,” Yam admitted, looking down on the floor. “Yeah, this is why I write the full fic before publishing nowadays,” Ludmila explained. “This way, if it happens, someone else can post the rest. And if it’s unfinished, then it’s just gonna sit on the document, and then maybe a kind and brave soul can finish it for me and then publish.”

“Now I wanna write fanfiction again…” Francesca said. “I mean, I never was big on them, but a lot of my friends did at the time and I wanted to try it, and it was fun. I’d just write about things that were relevant in the 2020s as latest if I posted one now, but still.”

“That can be fun!” Yam said, “I remember I was into stuff that came out way before I was born, and the fandoms were mostly dead. But I always appreciated it when someone kept it alive by writing fanfiction!”

“I never published any fanfiction,” Naty said. “I wrote one a long time ago that never saw the light of day…”

“Post it before you die!” Ludmila exclaimed.

“Noo, it’s probably bad…”

“Honey, I think the youth of today will probably be really intrigued to know just how similar, but also different people wrote in the 2010s.”

“Should we also write down old fanfiction recommendations?” Yam asked. “If we even remember them.”

“Of course!” Ludmila said.

“You know, even if it’s great writing everything down by hand,” Violetta said, “I appreciate the internet keeps everything forever… even when you have to dig to find it.”

“Definitely!” Jim agreed. “There are videos of us from 2016 that will stay there forever.”

“And we’re famous musicians,” Ludmila noted, “So we’re gonna be famous for that. Our songs will never die.”

“But people won’t know us, and that’s why memoirs are great!” Violetta said.

“Look!” Francesca said, pointing at the window. “The sun is about to set.”

The six elderly women went out on the patio, where Francesca and Violetta had watched the sun earlier that day. 

“You know…” Francesca said, “I’ve lived such a good life. To think how much I’ve got to do.”

“The way I’ve grown,” Violetta said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve learned so much about myself, and the world.”

“I’m not sure what the world will do without me!” Ludmila admitted. “How can the world live without Ludmila Vidal?” 

“Do you think we’ll get reborn?” Naty asked. “Or maybe… watch over everyone from the afterlife?”

“I wanna believe there’s something after this life,” Jim said. “And we’re just waiting for something grander to happen.”

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen after we die,” Yam admitted. “But I know one thing… I don’t fear death.”

The end of the month… this has been so much fun. Originally I wanted to skip 100 years into the future to have all of these descendants find their old memoirs, and it would turn out that all of the dcla characters have intertwined in some way and suddenly we have a descendant of Violetta who has Perida as a last name, or a descendant of Yam who has Torres as a last name, etc. But I feel like that wacky story would need to be told another day. Hope you've enjoyed this pride month prompt event! What has been your favorite day/prompt? Do leave a comment! :)

[yostresswritinggirl]

The Kamisama Kiss scene was so cute in full. Listen, Tomoe and Scara have some parallels. I have to reread again but Tomoe striking a deal to become human just to marry Nanami was 😫😫😫 and the resulting plot that unfolded and revealed so much!!!! Ugh. When Nanami asks if it’s a dream, my brain went into hyperdrive about how the Traveler and Nahida visit the Aranara and in a quieter corner, there’s ever blooming Sakura trees and a home in traditional Inazuman design.

I shall name that story/hangout quest “The Eternal Dream” because of the sheer symbolism and meaning for both Inazuma and Sumeru. I am split on if it should be a story quest with deeper meaning or just fun. And unfortunately, that does lead to some angst potential depending on how Genshin continues. Gosh, think of Zhongli or another archon randomly visiting them. Zhongli wants to check up on them and lets them know they are always welcome to come to Liyue again.

Puppet reader and Scara taking up hobbies!!! Musical instruments!! Weaving!! Sewing!!! Gardening!!! And having little picnics where they’re just so content and domestic!!!!

Scara being playable is hilarious because of his desire to stay with puppet reader. I think if he does join the team occasionally, he now carries one of puppet reader’s hairpins along with the drawing of them. What if he upgraded and it’s a wedding pic??? Cmon think of how cute that would beeeee. Actually how many playables are single? Catch Scara looking at a pic of his beloved and the rest feeling hella single like damn. He’ll buy some gifts to bring home when he decides that he’s been away too long. Sorry, Traveler but puppet reader comes first. In and out of the bedroom lol.

Bloom anon

Admittedly, since the last I saw of Kamisama Kiss was ten years ago I barely remember anything besides kisses and youkais and Tomoe going to school sometimes

I still can't believe that of all people, Scaramouche would be kinning Tomoe akdheonw

Omg Eternal Dream <33 I want that cute place somewhere with the glowy mushrooms or close to the Aranara house! We might have to wait for 3.3 because it might draw some redundance, however, with Zhongli supposedly visiting Sumeru for Alhaitham him visiting the two wouldn't be so farfetched!

And yes to hobbies!! Definitely top priority there is gardening, they got manuals and everything, they even have Nahida to help (who would sometimes sneakily use her dendro powers when she realizes the plants they were trying to grow is dying) so they don't get sad <33 I also want to drag Tighnari into this but that's for my guilty pleasure ship that is hate-hate Scaranari

I feel that whenever Scara is away, he makes sure that Nahida is at least looking out for you or that you have a home in Sumeru City so you're close to her. Omg wedding pic??? This got me thinking if they would do a Sumeru or Inazuma themed wedding hmm hmm if we go by canon, all of them are single so get fucked everyone hahaha

AND THAT LAST LINE GDI BLOOM ANONSMDKDBSKNWMS HAHAHAHAH OUT OF POCKET

[dreampedia]

♡ ┋ hirai momo. cis woman. she/her. lesbian. ⇝ hey, isn’t that akimoto mio? i think that the 28 year old from tokyo, japan works as dance instructor at alister's dance hall & studio and daycare worker at moon & sun daycare, but outside of that people describe them as pink and pink and even more pink; glittering hearts and all things lovecore; the scuffing of high-top trainers against the varnished floors of a dance studio; bodies moving, illuminated by the flickering city lights; dripping strawberry ice cream and shimmering pink lip gloss. i hear they are overemotional & easily distracted, but they are also known to be friendly & passionate. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah's den gated community and get to know why they’re called the daydreamer.

the names above are written according to their native japanese format (surname, first name). to clarify, this character's given name is mio!

IMPORTANT LINKS: pinterest.

TW: suggestions of possible suicide

BASICS

Mio LOVES the colour pink! Maybe an unhealthy amount. She strongly believes that everything is better off being pink. It's her favourite colour.

However, she actually tends to dress mostly in blacks and whites but she'll definitely make room for coloured (usually pink) statements and accent pieces like her jackets, certain accessories and maybe even her shoes. She tends to go for a sort of athletic street fashion look. Pink, shimmery eyeshadow and lips are a Mio staple.

She has a pet cat, a cream and white tabby named Cream.

Mio has never been in a proper, long-lasting relationship and has mostly had a few short-lived flings. She doesn't sleep around (not that it would matter if she did) but it's just never turned out that way. However, she's a hopeless romantic at heart. Her ideal type is someone cool who might make her swoon a little. Also, as stated above, she's a lesbian. It's not something she has always been super open about but she's using her move to a new place to be as open about herself as possible.

Mio's a very energetic person who loves to help people but this means she's also very adept at getting in the way.

She loves doing cute nail art! She doesn't personally wear fake nails for practicality reasons but she likes painting her nails. She's entirely self-taught and pretty good at it!

Honestly, Mio is a muse I've been writing since 2016 -- seven years this February -- so I have a lot of thoughts about swimming around in my head but, for some reason, they're not coming to mind right now soooo hopefully you'll learn more about her through interactions! <3 I've updated her with an Anchorage-specific backstory though!

BACKSTORY

Mio was born in Tokyo, Japan as the second of two daughters. Her parents were an ordinary couple, still married to this day. Her sister, Rei, was born two years before Mio and was the subject of Mio's admiration for many years. Though very different in many ways, the sisters had always been close. In terms of money, her family were comfortable. Not wealthy but they weren't struggling either.

From a young age, Rei was trained in ballet and it was obvious she had a bright future ahead of her. She was the apple of her mother's eye and was very much pushed to pursue ballet as seriously as possible. Mio, on the other hand, was given a little more freedom. She shared her sister's passion for dance but was much more interested in styles like street and hip-hop. Her parents allowed her to pursue these passions but the price of her freedom was that they weren't anywhere near as invested in her efforts. Mio didn't mind too much, she loved her family.

As the years went on, the pressure got to Rei. It got to be too much and it broke her and she ran away from home. Mio was fifteen years old at the time and it threw her whole world into question. Her beloved sister was gone. But Mio was nothing if not compassionate and understanding. She never blamed Rei for leaving. Their parents’ expectations quickly shifted onto Mio and so she became a sort of stand-in for Rei, fulfilling their dreams of having a daughter who might find success as a dancer. It was evident that the suddenness of it all had been too much and they were far from ready to let go of this superficial goal. It didn't bother Mio at first and she even liked the extra attention but, before long, it became impossible to ignore the feeling of being a replacement. They hadn't wanted a dancer, they'd wanted a ballerina.

Once she graduated from high school, her parents used the money they'd set aside for Rei to send Mio to a dance university in Tokyo. It was around this time that Rei returned, looking like she'd been through Hell. Mio never found out everything that happened to her sister but she did accept her with open arms. But Rei never stayed long. For two years, she came and went, slipping through the cracks like a shadow. Eventually, she stopped showing up at all and Mio was back where she'd started. Mio's studies brought her to the States. She spent a few years in Los Angeles, finishing off her dance training and learning English before returning home to Tokyo again.

She would spend another few years in Japan, joining a dance crew and working actively as a dancer. She'd earned herself some attention for uploading dance covers online too. Everything was going well for Mio. She had a decent apartment in the city, she had her dream job, she had a cat that she loved. She was happy. But, one day, a letter came for her in the post. A letter from her sister. The letter itself was simple enough. A generic note to let Mio she was still around and to ask how things were going. But there was a note at the end, one that Mio couldn't ignore. 'Have you heard about Anchorage in Alaska?' she'd asked, 'People go missing there all the time. You could go there to vanish and nobody would even question it.'

Mio took this as a sign that she needed to move back to the States and find her way to Anchorage. She moved there with her little cat in tow, taking up residence in a hotel for a couple of weeks. There was no sign of Rei but Mio had already resolved to stay, now moving to a little cottage that her cat would likely prefer. At first, she told herself she was staying for Rei. If Mio had shown up too early, Rei might still come and if Mio had shown up too late, she wanted to stay as close to her sister's possible resting place as possible. However, there was something else keeping Mio there.

All her life, Mio has wanted to help people. She was always preoccupied with checking up on people, occasionally to the point of being a little annoying. Given what sort of place Anchorage was, she felt guilty about the idea of leaving. It seemed selfish to run off just because it was a little scary. Besides, she'd grown to like the people here. If nothing else, Anchorage was a fascinating place.

Mio has been in Anchorage for about a year now. She's still active as a dancer, practicing whenever she gets the chance and uploading her choreographies online for people to see, but she's since taken up a second job as a daycare assistant. She knows she can't really do much to help the people of Anchorage but perhaps providing the children born into this strange environment with a sense of calm and safety was a good place to start.

[occult-roommates]

Surprisingly enough, the answer to the question “Do you have a dad” was more complicated than Ralf thoughts...

Akva: Well, I mean...Yeah, biologically speaking I do. My parents got married at 19, and my mom got pregnant during the honeymoon, though they were 20 when I was born...Which weirdly enough is the exact same age I got pregnant and then had a baby but...Anyway, when I was two they had my little brothers, they’re twins, their name is Michael and George, and- Ralf: Michael and George? Akva: Yeah, we’re Guyanese so it’s pretty common there for people of Indian descent to have extremely English name. I mean, it happens elsewhere too but like...You get what I mean. Ralf: No I was more surprised cause it’s um...well...George Michael. Akva: Oh...Somehow I never realized that, and the worst part is considering the fact my mom loves 80s music this might very well be on purpose. Also fun fact, my name, Akvamareen, is not an actual one, it just means aquamarine in Hindi. Neither of my parents can really speak it, but my mom has always been a bit of a hippie and when she found out I was gonna be a mermaid, since she’s herself a human and only my dad is a merman, she thought it would be a really cute way to honor our ancestry and also that I’m a mermaid. Ralf: You’re dodging my actual question. Akva: Uh, yeah...So anyway, then a year after the twins were born, my parents divorced, my mom got custody, and my dad moved to Newcrest. You know, it’s next to San Myshuno so I still could visit him on weekends. However, a few years later they tried making it work again and so when I was 7, my sister Indranie was born. However, this did not last long and before she even turned one, they had broken up yet again. This time though, my dad found a new job in Copperdale and he moved there. Ralf: Where is that? Akva: In Colorado. So you know, not exactly on the other side of the country, but still pretty far away. 

Ever since, Akva barely ever sees her dad. Sometime on holidays, but rarely for more than a few days. As to make this worse, he’s never the one to reach out to his children, which makes her feel like he simply does not care all that much about them. At least he paid for child support.

On top of that, out of four children, Akva was the only one to be a mermaid, which just made her feel a bit alienated from the rest of her family. She also just rarely saw the paternal side of her family in general as they were still living in Guyana, unlike her maternal side which has been living in San Myshuno since Akva’s mom was a toddler. Her dad moved all by himself in that city at 18 for college.

Akva: What makes me extra sad is that before that, my dad is pretty active and he’s the reason why I got into sport in the first place. We would play soccer together at the park and stuff. Maybe he regretted starting a family so young and so he tried to run away from it...I’m not sure I wanna know. Ralf: Uh, that’s weird how your siblings include a pair of twins and one that was born when you were seven. Cause my sisters are twins who were born when I was seven...Which also is what started the downfall of my own relationship with my parents, as I told you earlier. Though thankfully for you, you still had your mom. Akva: Did this caused you to have a bad relationship with your sisters? Ralf: Nah, Gisela and Sabine (that’s their name in case you couldn’t tell) did nothing wrong and we’ve always got along great. Sadly, our age gap mean they were too young to ever stood up to me properly and now they... Akva: They what? Ralf: They think I’m dead alright. It’s also why I haven’t spoke to my parents in so many years. I’m sad I can’t see my sister anymore, but I had to cut the bridges with my family in Leipzig if I wanted to remain sane in Windenburg. Akva: WHAT??? Ralf: I gotta go to the bathroom.

Was he literal? The fact he left the conversation so abruptly means probably, but like...no way he faked his actual death right? Faking your death in this day and age is near impossible anyway...Nah, he’s probably exaggerating a bit for dramatic effect.

Sadly, Akva could not go looking for him, as her flight was about to start boarding soon. Guess she’ll have to ask him next time. And hopefully this time, he will accept to teach her how to fly.

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[impishtubist]

definitely not a sirius black festival fic

I was challenged by someone on here (who shall not be named) to write a Wolfstar Dads fic (for an unofficial festival that is definitely not happening) about Sirius and Remus being two single dads at a school carnival. 

This fic.... did not cooperate and is definitely not that. 

Contains: Grief/mourning/loss, long-term illness, second love, blended families, discussions of adoption, two people being very much in love but also still dealing with lots of trauma, cute children.

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Remus, despite his initial misgivings, decides that they can call the school carnival a resounding success. Harry and Teddy have the time of their lives, running from booth to booth and playing every single game, emerging with more prizes than Sirius and Remus know how to carry (good thing they’re both wizards, though they have to be careful to ration out their shrinking charms so as not to attract attention.) Each boy eats his fill of sweets and then some, and they both fall asleep in the car on the way home. 

Sirius carries Harry to bed, and Remus does the same for Teddy. Harry must be out cold, because Remus doesn’t hear any conversation from Harry’s room, and soon he hears Sirius pad back downstairs to clean the kitchen. 

Teddy, however, stirs as soon as Remus settles him in his bed. Since he’s awake now, Remus coaxes him out of his clothes and into some pajamas, and then performs a mouth cleaning charm on him before tucking him in. 

“Do you want a story?” Both boys are old enough to read, of course, but they still love being read to, especially at night. 

Teddy shakes his head. He looks a little morose, but maybe that’s him coming down from his sugar high. 

“What’s wrong, Teddy Bear?”

To his surprise, Teddy pushes back the blankets so he can crawl into Remus’s lap. It’s been a couple of years since he’s tried to curl up in Remus’s lap like this, and he’s a good deal taller now--just like Gideon, Remus thinks with fondness. He wraps his arms around Teddy, holding him close, and waits.

Teddy leans his head against Remus’s chest and says, “I don’t want Daddy to be mad at me.” 

“Mad at you…” Remus trails off, a lump forming in his throat. Sometimes, Gideon’s loss is a dull ache behind his breastbone. Other times, it’s a sharp pain in his gut and a vise around his lungs. “Of course he isn’t. Why would Daddy be mad at you?”

Teddy fiddles with the hem of Remus’s jumper. “Padfoot is Harry’s dad now.” 

“Yes, he is.” Sirius has essentially been Harry’s father since he was a year old, but they only went through the adoption process last month. 

Teddy bunches Remus’s jumper in his hands. “If I wanted Padfoot to be my dad too, would Daddy be mad?” 

“Oh, sweetheart.”  Remus bundles Teddy close, presses his nose to the russet curls he got from Gideon. “No, of course Daddy wouldn’t be mad. He could never be mad at you, and especially not for this.” 

“Really?”

“You know how I was married to Daddy?” Remus says. “He was my husband, and now Sirius is my husband. I love Daddy, and I love Sirius. Both of these things can be true. We’ve talked about this, remember?”

Teddy nods morosely. 

“Well,” Remus says, rubbing Teddy’s back as he speaks, “you have Daddy, and you have me, and you can have Sirius as well. You know how Harry has Daddy James and Mummy Lily? And now he has Padfoot, too? It’s like that.” 

“I miss Daddy,” Teddy whispers.

“I know, baby. I miss him, too. Every day.” Remus continues to rub circles into Teddy’s back. “Do you want to tell him about this when we visit him tomorrow?”

Teddy nods. 

“Okay, we’ll do that,” Remus says. “You can tell him about the carnival, too, and show him your prizes.” 

Appeased, Teddy finally settles and falls asleep. Remus tucks him in again and kisses his forehead. He thinks it’s both a blessing and a tragedy that Teddy looks so much like Gideon. A blessing, mostly--even when Gideon is no longer with them, Remus never wants to stop looking at his face. At least he won’t lose that. 

---

Sirius is sitting on the bed with his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. His reading glasses are low on his nose as he peers down at the crossword he holds in one hand, a pen in the other. He looks up when Remus comes in.

“You were a while. Teddy okay?”

“He’s just missing Gid,” Remus says, and Sirius’s mouth turns down in sympathy. “I think tomorrow’s visit is going to be hard.” 

“How about we do takeaway tomorrow night from that Thai place he likes? So he can come home to some comfort food after.” 

Remus crawls into bed, heedless of his day clothes, and Sirius wraps him in his arms, crossword abandoned. “That sounds wonderful.”

“And you, too.” 

“I don’t need the comforting.”

“Of course you do.” Sirius kisses his forehead. “He’s still your husband.” 

Sometimes Remus envies Sirius and Harry--at least James and Lily are truly gone. There were actual bodies to bury and graves to visit. James and Lily don’t haunt the two of them the way that Gideon haunts Remus and Teddy, a living ghost.

He doesn’t know what he would have done without Sirius. They’d met in the middle of the night at a Tesco’s, of all places, each of them bleary-eyed and carrying their own screaming toddler. There were only two bottles of children’s cold medicine left on the shelf that night, and they each had taken one and the rest had been history. They’d bonded at first over the difficulties of single parenthood, and then friendship had gradually bloomed into love. 

He’s so lucky to have found love with not one, but two wonderful men, and to now have two beautiful children. It’s taken him years--and a lot of therapy--to get to the point where he can love the life he has now, and not lose himself to the crushing voice in the back of his head that tells him the life he has now is one that came at the expense of Gideon. 

Sirius tweaks one of his curls. “Alright?”

Remus hums, tilting his head up for a kiss. “I love you.” 

Sirius’s grin is as bright and happy as the day they first said those words to each other. “I love you more.” 

---

Gideon’s private room in the spell damage ward has been furnished so that it’s almost possible to forget they’re in a hospital. He sleeps in his childhood bed from the room he once shared with Fabian, the bookcase by the window came from his mother’s house, and his sister Molly knit all the blankets in the room. The walls are covered in photographs, as well as drawings from his niece, nephews, and Teddy. 

Gideon is sitting in an armchair, staring out the window. He responds to sound sometimes, and his head turns as the door opens and the two of them come into the room.

“Hello, love.” Remus bends to brush a kiss over Gideon’s cheekbone, breathing in the scent of his skin, stale sweat, and antiseptic. Objectively, he knows Gideon’s appearance has changed drastically since the attack, that his skin is sallow and his bright red hair has faded, but he still thinks Gideon is as handsome as the day they married. “Come over to the bed, yeah? Teddy’s here to see you.” 

He squeezes Gideon’s hand, and Gideon allows himself to be pulled out of the armchair and steered over to the bed. Teddy clambers up next to him.

“Hi, Daddy,” he says. “Da and Padfoot took us to the carnival at school yesterday, and I played so many games, and I even beat Harry, and look, I won all these prizes--” 

Teddy chatters at Gideon for half an hour while Gideon stares vacantly at the wall opposite. At one point during the conversation, Gideon reaches out to touch Teddy’s head, and Remus swears he sees a spark of something behind his eyes. But then it fades, and Gideon drops his hand. 

Eventually, Teddy works up to what he wants to say. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment, takes a deep breath, and says, “Daddy, I know you’re my dad, but… I think I want Padfoot to be my dad, too. And I hope you won’t be mad or sad or anything, because I’ll still love you forever.” 

Remus has to go over to the bookshelf and pretend to examine the titles there so that he can discreetly wipe his eyes. He returns to the bedside and sits next to Teddy, reaching out to rest his hand on Gideon’s leg.

“You’ll still legally be his dad,” he reassures, as wizarding law allows for multiple parents to be listed on a birth certificate, and for multiple parents to adopt a child. “We would just be adding Sirius.” 

“That way I’ll have three dads,” Teddy says happily. “And that’s more than everyone else! Well, except for Harry.” 

Gideon doesn’t react to their words. He never does, not in a way that shows he understands what they’re saying. Remus doesn’t know if Gideon even realizes there are two people in the room with him. 

When it’s time to leave, Remus bends down to wrap Gideon in a gentle hug. Gideon doesn’t hug back, of course, but Remus thinks he does relax fractionally.

“Sirius will be here to visit you next week, because it’s the full moon,” he says. “He’s got loads of Ministry gossip to fill you in on. We’ll be back the week after that, okay?”

He kisses Gideon on the cheek. “Love you forever, babe.” 

---

As promised, Sirius has Teddy’s favorite meal laid out when they get home from St. Mungo’s. He and Remus let the boys eat in front of the television, an exception to their usual rule, and after dinner Harry goes outside to practice some new maneuvers on his broom that he read about in one of his Quidditch magazines. Instead of joining him, Teddy lingers in the room. 

“Padfoot,” Teddy says, “I have an important question for you.” 

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “An important question? Well, I think that calls for some hot chocolate, don’t you?”

“All important questions do,” Remus says, and the three of them go to sit in the kitchen. Once they all have steaming mugs in front of them, Teddy folds his hands on the table and regards Sirius with a solemn expression on his face.

“Padfoot,” he says again, and then stops, looking suddenly nervous. Remus squeezes his arm.

“Take your time, baby,” he says softly. “It’s okay.” 

Teddy takes another deep breath, and then he says quickly, “Would you please adopt me?”  

“Adopt you?” Sirius repeats, stunned. His eyes flick to Remus, and Remus gives him a tiny nod. “Are you sure, Teds?” 

“Yes,” Teddy says firmly. “I want you to be my dad like you’re Harry’s dad.”

“We told Daddy about it today,” Remus says.

“I said I would still love him forever,” Teddy puts in.

“Of course you will,” Sirius says thickly. “Yeah, baby. I’ll adopt you, if that’s what you really want.” 

“It is,” Teddy says. “Is it okay if I still call you Padfoot, though?”

“Teddy, you can call me whatever you want.” Sirius wipes his cheeks with his sleeve. “Can I have a hug?”

Teddy gets up and all but throws himself into Sirius’s arms, hugging him tightly. Sirius buries his face in Teddy’s hair and tries not to ugly sob--Remus can tell when he’s restraining himself. Eventually, Teddy extracts himself and exclaims that he’s got to tell Harry, and he’s out the back door like a shot. Sirius does sob then, and Remus is there to gather him in his arms. 

“We’ve got good kids,” he says. 

“We really do, Moons,” Sirius says wetly. “The best.”

[teddy06writes]

You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now

Requested by this anon: "Okay I thought of this idea during Fundy's stream. Quackity and reader were engaged to Karl and Sapnap, but they left because of Karl losing his memory and Sapnap paying more attention to him. Quackity and reader then created Las Navadas to try and cope with everything that's happened to them. They created a little wedding area where they planned to get married with Sap and Karl. Flash forward to a year or two later, Karl and Sap stumble across Las Navadas and their two former fiancees. And they see everything they've done, including the little wedding area. which is perfectly designed as to how they wanted their wedding together. That's is as far as I got to the imagine in my head. If you could make a fic out of it that would be cool. If not at least you have this cute imagine in your head! 😊"

{Okay, so- so man feels, so many ideas. I haven't seen all of the Los Nevadas streams yet because I've got a lot of school stuff going on, but, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. [also Slime from The Ground my beloved]}

Quackity x reader; Past: Sapnap x Karl x Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: maybe some swearing, slight descriptions of a panic attack, slight drinking

premise: After L'manburg was destroyed, two of your fiancées seemed to disappear. With just Sapnap left, you had been scared, but he assured you that the right thing to do was split up to try and find Quackity and Karl. And, well, you found Quackity, but when He found Karl.... something else had taken over, and suddenly Kinoko Kingdom was more important than finding you and quackity again. But thats fine. You and Quackity had been together in the begining, so what did you need from the other two? Las Nevadas could fill the void they left,,, and it did, until they happened to come knocking, right as you were finally moving on.

{Also, parental unit for everyone in Las Nevadas, I love it, brain is going brr so hard}

{also also, purpled is the forgotten eldest child of the server and no the ufo does not get blown up}

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"It's gone, (y/n) it's all gone," You said with disbelief, staring over the barren, ashy place that had once been L'manburg and El Rapids, "We couldn't stop him."

Sapnap took in a shaky breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "We were never could have. Even if the supplies weren't destroyed."

The remaining people had already cleared out, but you had only now come to see the damage, having been forced away from the battle by your fiancées.

"I could have helped." You fell to your knees, still staring at the wreckage.

Sapnap could only sigh at the broken look on your face. You had lost the only home you'd ever known, but what had he lost? Well, for one thing, Karl.

Karl was still no where to be found, and now it seemed that Quackity had disappeared.

He fiddled with the purple band that circled one of his fingers, "Look- we- we need to find Quackity and Karl. Q looked pretty bad the last time I saw him, and Karl-"

Resolutely you nodded, dragging yourself to stand, "Karl is Karl. He'll be happy that his statue missed being blown up. I think its Q we should be worried about. This place- El Rapids- that was everything to him."

"Well- how about you go find Quackity, and I go find Karl. We're bound to find them eventually if we split up." He offered.

You studied the look on his face, "You're covering for him. What's going on?"

Sapnap only shook his head.

Crossing your arms you turned toward the hill, and what was left of the prime path, "Quackity has the deed to some land. North of Spawn. Meet us there once you kind K, alright?"

"Okay." He said softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Be safe." You advised, already starting away.

~~

It didn't take you very long to track down your Fiancé, in all the time you'd known him (much longer than you'd known the others), he hadn't changed too much.

So, when you made your way through the twisted paths near Pogtopia, he was up on the ridge, sitting on the rock that had for so long, doubled as a bench.

"It's good to see you're safe." You hugged your arms to your body, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

As soon as you were sitting next to him, he was leaning on you, "He destroyed everything- all that work- El Rapids-"

"I know." You wrapped your arms around him, finally letting your own tears fall, "I know."

"What are we gonna do? I just wanted a place for us- I just- I wanted to make a place for us- all we asked for was recognition- and now the only place that saw was recognizing us is gone."

It had taken a while for Quackity to stop talking about everything that had been destroyed. Even then he kept asking, "But- Just wanted to make a place for you guys, how are we gonna do that now?"

"We can still make a place," You assured him, even as you yourself were unsure, "We'll make our own little country. So far out where no one will be able to blow it up."

He seemed to take to the idea quickly, and that night, as the two of you sat together in the camp that had been made within the caverns of Pogtopia, he talked feverently of the country you two would make.

He talked of buildings, of businesses, and of wedding venues. The plans he made up that night, they were almost enough to make you forget about what had happened to your home.

"What about that land north of spawn?" You suggested, letting your head rest back on his shoulder.

Quackity thought about it for a moment, "I mean- its just some desert, but I think we could make it work."

"Good, I told Sap to meet us there once he found Karl."

He nodded, "We'll head up there, and start getting everything ready, and then when they're ready they can come up."

~~ This was how three months came to pass, with the busyness of planning the new city, the beginning of construction, the meetings with Sam to plan for the new economic system that the new country would spread through the lands.

Yet you still felt off. It had been that long and Karl and Sapnap had never returned, something must have gone horribly, horribly wrong. It nagged at you, constantly, Drove you sick with anxiety somedays.

"(y/n)."

You looked up from the designs for the next casino you had been going over, "Sam! I didn't know you were visiting today! What can I do for you?"

"Uhhh, I wasn't planning on it, you better come out here- it's Quackity, we had been discussing- some things. I don't know what happened but when he passed back through-" The creeper hybrid trailed off.

You quickly stood, rushing passed him and through the hall to the courtyard where Sam had left him, gasping for breath and tugging at his hair.

In an instant you were kneeling beside him, "Breath baby, breath."

"They- he- George- Kinoko- Sap- left- on purpose-" He blubbered.

"Hey, Q," You took his hands as gently as you could, "look at me. Breath, breath with me. Come on, breath."

Slowly, he began to calm down, and by the time Sam was long gone he slowly began to explain what happened.

"I was heading back from talking with Sam, I saw George outside the prison. He kept talking about something- about- Kinoko Kingdom..." He sighed.

"Kinoko- what?" You asked, confused.

He let his head drop into his hands, "Karl and Sapnap.... started another country- called Kinoko Kingdom... they didn't even wait for us."

You felt your heart drop, if you hadn't been holding his hands yours would've been shaking, "What-"

Quackity could only nod shakily as he pulled you into his arms.

"I told him to come back here- I told- why didn't they-" You muttered absently.

The only noise in the courtyard was from the fountains, and the small sniffles from the two of you.

You were still in a state of semi-shock and sadness when you felt his arms tighten around you.

"We don't need them anyway. Las Nevada's can prosper without them."

~~ "Purpled? You want to get him in on this?" Quackity frowned.

You shrugged, "He's a mercenary, he could be of some help around here."

Your fiancé studied your face for a moment, "No, that's not it. Why do you really want him here?"

"Look, he's-" You sighed, "The kids been through a lot. He doesn't really have anything anymore, he needs somewhere, someone at least. We owe that too him at least."

After a moment, he nodded, "I haven't spoken to him since I paid him for his help with that egg mess. He- didn't seem to like me being around."

"I'll try to find him, he'd talk to me, I'm sure of it." You stood up from your seat at the table.

"You're going now?" He asked, following you across to the coat room.

You nodded, tugging on your boots, "If I want to make it through to the Greater SMP before it gets dark. I'll see if Eret will let me stay the night, then I'll head out again."

"Be careful." Quackity advised once you were ready.

You pecked at his lips, "I always am."

The journey to the Greater SMP went quickly, and after a nights stay in Eret's castle, you had made your way to the UFO, disappointed to find it seemingly abandoned.

"How the hell am I supposed to find him if the one place he ever seems to be is empty." You muttered, glancing around the base of the UFO.

You shrugged off your knapsack, dropping it to the side, followed by the sword that had been at your hip, and then you began to climb.

Even the inside of the UFO was completely empty, devoid of any chests, crafting tables, or furnaces.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You jumped, turning to find Purpled, in full netherite, sword gripped tight in his hand.

"I- We've been looking for you." You fumbled for an explanation, holding up your hands in a sort of surrender.

He scoffed, "I already did a job for you people, I'm busy now."

"Not for a job Purpled!" You couldn't help but exclaim, "Some people actually try to find you for more than just that."

"Then what do you want?" He snapped.

"Did Q tell you about Nevadas?"

Purpled frowned, "Yeah, he mentioned it."

"Well, I think you should join. Come in on the project."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

You sighed, "Look, Purpled, you- everyone here, in this smp, they don't care, they don't bother to know you. You- you don't really have a place here-"

"You think I don't know that?" Purpled's grip on his sword tightened.

"So, If you come with us, join Las Nevadas, you can have a place- have people who care. You need people, Purpled."

"I don't Need anyone." He insisted.

You sighed, "Someday your going to have to see that that's not true. Please consider joining Las Nevadas, no one here cares, but we do."

"That's not true," He said bitterly, "You just need me to do another god damned job."

With a shake of your head you turned, preparing for the climb back down, "Purpled, this smp isn't kind to children, but I think it's been the most unfair to you. Out here your being forgotten, but you might not be if you join us."

~~

At the base of the UFO you were surprised to find a strange, slimly looking boy digging through your bag.

"Hey!" You yelled, "Don't touch that! It's not yours!"

He looked up and froze, realizing he'd been caught.

You snatched your things away from him, quickly unsheathing your sword, "Who are you?"

"Uhhhh, I'm a meat person- same as you!" He offered.

"You- you're- uh-" You sputtered for a moment confused, "Why were you touching my things?"

"Uhhhhh, Dap me up!" He said avoiding the question.

You stared at him for a moment, "I don't have time for this."

As you started back toward the prime path you heard him call, "Nice to meet you (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

"How do you know my name?" You demanded, whirling around.

"Oh, I know a lot of things." He laughed, "I see lots 'a stuff."

You frowned, "Uh huh. I'm gonna- walk away now."

~~ A week had passed, and there was still no signs of Purpled, nor Fundy or Foolish, (both of whom Quackity had gone to speak to whilst you were away), coming to Las Nevadas.

You were sure that Purpled would come around eventually, but had no faith that anyone else would join Las Nevadas, until you had heard a strange noise in the night.

It had been a cross between a clang and a yell, and then almost like something being dragged.

You had been going over some of the contracts you had been preparing for if anyone ever did show up when you'd heard it, and your fiancé seem to be gone from his own office, and your bedroom even, so quickly you armed yourself with your sword before hurrying out after the noise.

The streets of Las Nevadas were still partially lit by street lamps as you hurried along, it didn't take you long to find your fiancé, just outside of city limits, pacing In front of a strange looking hole.

"What the hell are you doing?" You hissed.

"Hey! It's (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

You jumped at the voice, turning to see that no, the hole wasn't green, that the same slime boy from before was sitting in it.

"You! What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas put me in this hole!" He said cheerfully.

Quackity grabbed your shoulder, turning you away from Slime and the hole, "You know him?"

"He was trying to look through my stuff after I talked to Purpled," You explained, glancing back over at the hole, "Said he sees just about everything, uhh, as far as I can tell, he's like the hybrids- but- weirder."

"Nope! I'm just a totally goopless guy! I'm bones and stuff!" He called from the hole.

"Oh god we have crazy people here." Quackity muttered scrubbing a hand over his face.

You moved to crouch next to the hole, "What- uh- What are you doing here buddy?"

"Oh I'm just oozing around. Dap me up!"

Confused, you complied, nervously laughing as he grinned at the handshake.

"I found him spying in the restaurant." Quackity sighed.

"What's spying?" The boy in the hole asked, "I just listen."

"Yeah well tell me exactly what you heard or I'll ill you right now!" Quackity threatened, pulling out his sword.

He hummed, "Well, I saw you, and I saw (y/n) from Las Nevadas. And there was a green guy, and a purple guy. I know of a Red guy, dead guy but he's not dead anymore-"

Your breath hitched, "Dead guy?"

"Yeah, looked real ashy- maybe even ...sooty?..." He confirmed.

Quackity glanced back at you, "And he's not dead anymore?"

"No. He's weird now. Got gray hair instead of grey skin. Used to run a country- got blown up though."

"How much have you seen man?" You asked, incredulous.

He shrugged, "I mean, I move slow but I've seen a lot. Lately a lot of conversations about taking advantage of the ever so fragile human psyche through gambling."

"Holy shit." you muttered.

Quackity glared up into the night sky, almost looking for an answer.

Shifting closer too look at the boy you frowned, "What's all that green stuff?"

"Oh- those are just- my totally normal- human parts! I'm a person!" He grinned.

You sighed, "Uhh, look, what's your name? Like how I'm (y/n) from Las Nevadas, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm goop from the ground!" He smiled for a moment before realizing his mistake, "I mean- I'm a meat person!"

Quackity still seemed to be praying to the sky, not paying any attention.

"Goop from the ground," You muttered, slowly connecting the dots, "Well, uhh, goop, how bout I give you a regular person name?"

"A person name? Oh boy!" He laughed.

You thought for a moment longer, "How about- Charlie?"

Charlie grinned, somehow even wider than before, "Woah! I have a real human name! Like any other regular human meat person!"

"Yep, you do." You chuckled.

"And, to be clear, I definitely am one of those, and not a piece of goop, that's slowly come to the surface, hiding as a person!"

As you continued to talk with Charlie, Quackity seemed to come to a realization, "He's like an accidental spy!"

And, when you helped him out of the hole Quackity was quick to say, "Well, this- this- was- was uh a formal greeting! Yeah that's what we call them!"

"Wow!" Charlie mused.

The walk back to Las Nevadas was quiet, until Charlie turned to you, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas, if I'm Charlie- where- where?"

You smiled, "Do you want to be Charlie from Las Nevadas?"

~~

By the end of the same week, after having gotten Charlie fully on board, and slight agreement from Foolish, word finally came from Purpled.

You'd been working on the next phase of the whole Nevadas Project when Charlie rushed in, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas! There's someone here!"

You frowned, "Who?"

"Purpled from UFO!" He practically yelled.

Standing, you tucked your papers away, "That's perfect Charlie, thank you. Do you want to come with to help show him around?"

He nodded, following you out of your office.

Outside, you found Purpled, along with his dog, looking up at the casino in awe.

"Purpled! You came!" You called cheerfully.

The boy turned, a strange expression you couldn't read on his face, "What? No 'I told you so'? No 'I knew you'd come around eventually'?"

You shrugged, "I'm just glad you finally came."

He sighed, "It's not like they needed me anywhere else."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "That's alright, We need you here."

"They- I went to tell Ponk I was leaving," Purpled sounded too broken, too tired, "He said he was too busy to talk to me."

Before you could say anything, he continued, "I had a house, near L'Manhole. I- I uh blew it up, to see what would happen," His shoulders began to shake, ever so slightly, as he finished in a whisper, "No one even noticed."

In one quick move you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, "It's okay Kid, it'll be okay now."

That was how your fiancé found you, standing outside the main casino, a teen all but sobbing into your shirt, Charlie looking on confused.

~~

And so, the time passed, Las Nevadas grew, and you and your new little family did along with it.

Quackity found it funny, really, your ability to bring people onto your side be connecting with them emotionally, and as he put it, all but adopting them.

Charlie still took up a room in the apartments you and Quackity staid in above the offices. Purpled would come over when things around the country weren't so busy, and you'd talk for hours, Foolish joining in some of the time.

Fundy, on his first night in the city, had broken down to you, the same as Purpled, but you'd helped him put himself together. Though Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo didn't have official places in Las Nevadas, it seemed a chunk of their time was spent there.

Yep, that was your new strange family. You, Your fiancé and the kids but not really young enough to still be kids you accidently adopted.

Now, you reflected on this quietly, from the top of the needle.

"You okay?" Quackity asked softly, looking over at you.

You chuckled softly, "Can you believe that it's been two years?"

"No, can you?"

You shook your head, "You know, I've been thinking. A long time ago, you told me we were better off with out Karl and Sapnap."

He watched silently, as you pulled the other two rings that you had kept, holding them up by the chain they were strung on.

"Maybe- you were right- and maybe it's finally time to get married. Just us. We didn't need them to get here, we won't need them for anything else."

A small smile slipped onto Quackity's lips, "Would you marry me?"

"You already know the answer to that." You chuckled.

"So it's a yes?"

"Obviously." You scoffed.

"When should we have the ceremony then?" He asked.

"Right now," You mused, "We opened that wedding hall for a reason, right? We could get married proper, right now. It's already decorated the way Tubbo originally planed."

He laughed, "Let's do it tomorrow that way we have time to get like, notices out and shit."

You smiled, "Of course."

The sun had begun to set during this discussion, and you looked out over the peaceful landscape with a soft sigh, yes, this, this was home.

And even as you heard Charlie tripping and crashing his way up the stairs, the thought still filled your head.

"Quackity and (y/n) from Las Nevadas!" He exclaimed, "Purpled from Las Nevadas found some people by the border!"

In an instant, both you and Quackity were standing, "What were they doing?"

"Looking around, real weird like. Fundy From Las Nevadas said they might be here to attack us! I hope they aren't."

You followed Quackity past him and back down from the tower, drawing your sword as Charlie called out where he had left Purpled and the mystery people.

What you found was not what you expected.

Purpled stood, sword drawn and pointed at the men you least expected to see now.

Karl looked scared, tucked back behind Sapnap who was moving to draw his own sword.

Not another move!" You barked, moving to stand in line with Purpled.

Karl's face light up upon seeing you, "(y/n)! Quackity! I missed you!"

"Did you?" Quackity spit.

"Sapnap drop your sword." You commanded, not paying attention to the strange look on their faces, no one, and I mean no, pulled a sword on your family.

He frowned, "Wh- (y/n) don't be like that. I get it- but- why..."

"What are your intentions? Why have you come here?" You asked.

"We wanted to find you!" Karl said, "We missed you (y/n)."

"Uhh, that's (y/n) from Las Nevadas to you." Charlie said.

Quackity sighed, grabbing Charlie by the collar and pulling him back, "Sorry- he's been learning sass and sarcasm lately."

"Still, what are you doing here?" You pushed.

"We wanted to find you! You've been gone so long, we thought we'd go looking." Sapnap explained.

"We've been gone?" You scoffed, "You were the ones who disappeared."

Karl moved forward, grabbing your left hand, and Quackity's right, "We just wanted to come back, to finally get married."

You pulled away, slowly sheathing your sword, "You can't be serious?"

"What do you mean?" Karl asked, the smile just beginning to drip off his face.

"You fucking left us- We were just trying to make a place for the four of us to be safe and you left us! And now you want back? Out of the blue?" Your voice steadily grew louder, "You cannot show up here after abandoning us like that!"

Quackity gently took your hand, murmuring, "(y/n)..."

"No. They don't get to do this!" You turned to him, watching his face change upon seeing the mix of anger and sadness in your eyes.

"W- We'll talk about this tomorrow, away from the kids," He asserted, for once not earning any protest about age from Purpled or Fundy, "Charlie, you think you can take these guys on a tour of the place?"

He nodded eagerly, "This way this way!"

As Sapnap, Karl, Purpled and FUndy began to trudge after him, Quackity turned to you, "(y/n)?"

You just shook your head, pulling your hand out of his and starting away.

~~ Purpled had followed the tour party quietly, taking a page from Charlie's book and watching, observing everything.

He had seen the pain in your face at the suggestion of marriage, and the anger in Quackity's just upon seeing them.

So, he followed the men warily, watching the way Karl exclaimed about how he had built an Effile tower just like the one in the city in Manberg, and the way that Sapnap mentioned fondly how the décor at the wedding hall matched the ones you two had always spoken about.

Hearing it nearly drove him mad. Did they not realize that it had all been for them? That dreams of them arriving were the only thing that had ruled Your and Quackity's minds?

When Charlie had directed the group, which by now included some of the other tourists, past one of the bars, he stopped.

Inside, Quackity was slumped at the bar, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Drinking away your problems won't solve them." Purpled sighed, pulling the bottle away from him.

"We were doing so good without them. You know that Purp. But here they are, back and ready to fuck things up again. That's how it's always been." He muttered.

The boy shook his head, "They don't realize how destructive they are? Do they?"

"Never have." He sighed.

"Lets get you back home."

Quackity allowed himself to be manhandled into standing, and then led out of the bar, back toward the offices, and toward the apartment.

"(y/n) will figure it out. They always do." Purpled assured him, pulling open the apartment door and ushering him in.

"But they shouldn't have too," He sighed, running a hand through his hair, not bothered by the way his beanie fell to the floor, "They've dealt with so much without help. Yet they're always the ones to help us."

~~

Once he had wrangled Quackity into the bedroom, Purpled headed back out, finding Fundy at the base of the Needle, "They up there?"

"Yeah," The hybrid sighed, "Quackity?"

"Got drunk. He's- painfully coherent though." He winced.

Fundy ran a hand through his hair, "It's hard to believe one of the nicest people around is the one to fuck them up like this."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Purpled said as they began to make their way toward the stairs, "My first night here- I was having a hard time, because- the whole server acted like I didn't exist. (y/n) told me about how Sapnap and Karl had abandoned them."

"Did it seem this bad though?" Fundy asked.

"No- but that was before they turned up again talking about marriage."

By now they had reached the top of the tower, and Purpled could see where you sat by the ledge, feet dangling over. Quietly, they both sat down on either side of you.

"How's Q?" You asked quietly after a moment.

"Drunk, but back at your apartment, well supplied with water." Purpled reported.

You nodded, "And K and- Karl and Sapnap?"

"Waaay to blissfully ignorant." Fundy said.

Quiet held you three in silence for a moment, until at last Purpled sighed, asking, almost bitterly, "So- are you gonna marry them? You were going to once."

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything here." You mumbled.

"Sapnap was talking about how cool it would be to come back and visit from Kinoko after the honeymoon." Fundy admitted.

Before you could say anything Purpled drew one of his knees to his chest, "I- don't- it feels like they'd be taking you away from us- I like it the way it is. Things are nice, and they're just fucking it up."

Fundy nodded, "As much as I hate to say it, he's right. If you people all get married nothing will be the same. I kind of liked having parental figures, I don't want them messing that up."

"They won't." You promised softly.

By god, if you hadn't already made up your mind, their words would've swayed you.

~~ After a while, you stood, "Let's go home."

They followed you tiredly, Charlie joining the mini procession at one intersection, telling you that Sapnap and Karl had gone to get a hotel room.

At the apartment, Quackity was sitting on the couch, already seeming more sober than Purpled had told you. When you sat next to him, his arms were quick to wrap around you, holding you like a lifeline.

Charlie took his place on the other side of the couch, Purpled curled up in the armchair, and Fundy dug around until he found one of the old projectors he'd left there, queuing up a movie.

"Hey, just like on Nightmare's days!" Charlie laughed, referring to the infamous 16th, where, just about every month it seemed you, Fundy, Quackity and sometime Purpled would have nightmares of the Manburg Pogtopia war, and everyone would congregate in the living room to watch one of Fundy's movies.

"Sure as hell feels like one." Quackity muttered.

And so you watched the movie, though your thoughts drifted, thinking of how you would deal with your reappearing ex-fiancés.

As you thought, you created a mini script in your head. Exactly what you would say came you.

"You didn't need us then, and we don't need you now."

Yes, you thought, leaning more into Quackity's side, thats what you'd say, after you talked about your new family.

(and the next day, you did just that)

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12 Days of Holiday Fics

Day One: How to Win Natasha Romanoff (With Eggnog)

(A/N) OMG! So, my silence has been for a reason. I really like the holiday season, so I’ve been writing fics! Small ones, really. Like 2 pages long, but they’re cute and I thought it would be fun to post one for every day until December 24! Upon Christmas, I’ll be posting a present :) This ‘series’ is just a buncha lil oneshots with my fav marvel ladies idk but one of them is a pre-gift! Some are smut, most aren’t, they’ll be tagged appropriately. Anyway, I love eggnog, here’s a fic about how much I love eggnog and hot women.

(A/N P2) also holy fucking shitballs yall i’m over 1000 followers! that’s nuts. thanks for gifting me with your eyes and your beautiful minds! 

Rating: G (General Audience, open for all!)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption; Nat being a lil shit; R just wants her crush to like her; Brief mention of the death of a relative; Brief mention of criminal activity; Light Plot; Light Fluff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: You take a mission during the holidays with the one Avenger that doesn’t seem to like you very much: Natasha Romanoff. What happens next is your plan to get her to not hate you.

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Natasha isn’t a holiday person. At least, not proudly. She’s had too many bad ones in her life, and while she tries to put herself in that festive mood, nothing quite suits her the way that sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of eggnog does. This is her ideal holiday tradition, no matter how many parties the Avengers drag her to.

This year, unfortunately, she can’t even be forced into an ugly sweater party. The mission was very last-minute, and since she’s basically always on call, Natasha was one of two poor souls condemned to suffer this season. Extra unfortunately, the person accompanying her was you. 

You’re not sure what you did to Natasha to make her dislike you. You were cocky, sure, but you weren’t nearly as bad as Tony. You might not always follow her orders, but sometimes you had a golden opportunity, so why should you hesitate? You’re not even the type to worry this much about not being liked but there’s something extremely nagging about not being liked by Natasha.

She’s just so smart and cool and pretty- and, fine, maybe you’ve got a teeny tiny crush on her. How could you not? Who doesn’t?

But she, apparently, hates your guts.

You don’t celebrate the holidays as often as you used to as a kid. You just don’t have time for them, but you do try to visit your family around this time of year. You mostly accepted the mission because your grandmother passed recently and it just doesn’t feel right without her. You don’t deal well with grief, and you don’t want to be a bummer. 

So the mission was meant to be a distraction. Something to pass the time.

You’re nearly at your breaking point day four of your little stakeout. You moved into the property across from some alien posing as a human to run a rather sizeable crime ring. Smuggling, trafficking, drugs, domestic terrorism - you name it, this scumbag has done it. His house is unimposing, complete with a ditzy blonde as his ‘wife’ - no record of such marriage exists - and a white picket fence. It’s weird.

You and Natasha are also pretending to be married. Got the fat diamond rings on your fingers to prove it, too. (Tony prefers authenticity.) She’s a damn good actress, too, because the way she looks at you when you’re out and about is enough to make you forget this is all an act. (Or maybe you’re just letting your own stupid feelings get in the way of perceiving hers.)

Maybe it’s because she’s been too quiet around the house and too touchy out in public. You’re just gonna go nuts if you don’t do something nice for her, maybe get her to warm up to you a little bit. So, you ask the only person you can think of asking for advice.

“She hates surprises.” Is the first thing Clint tells you.

Bypassing this warning, you ask him what she likes to do during the holiday season.

“She likes eggnog,” he doesn’t hide his disgust in his voice. “And sitting around a fireplace.” 

Perfect.

You wait until she goes out for groceries to commence your plan. You slip out to buy eggnog as fast as you possibly can, turning on one of those cheesy fireplace footage shows on a random streaming service. And you wait. And you wait. And wait.

It’s nerve-wracking.

What if she hates it?

What if this backfires, and she ends up hating you more?

The keys in the lock make your hair stand on end. 

Natasha nudges open the door. You quickly pour a glass of eggnog over ice as she steps into the living room. She calls out your name in confusion, eyeing the fireplace on the TV as she locks the door again.

You join her with two glasses in your hands. You freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when she looks at you. “Um- it’s, uh, y’know… the season, and all.”

She stares at you in silence for far too long. You can’t read her expression, but the longer she looks at you the more heated your body feels and the less confident you become in this sudden stroke of genius. Finally, she approaches you, and you realize there’s something shining in her eyes. Was she going to cry?

“Thank you,” she murmurs, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it within these walls. 

“It’s our first holiday season together as a married couple, isn’t it?” You attempt to joke as she takes one of the offered glasses.

“Shame there’s no mistletoe,” her comment stuns you into silence as she sips her eggnog with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We could pretend?” you suggest, voice at least an octave higher than usual. 

One of Natasha’s eyebrows arches. “Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me?”

Your blush worsens. “N-no! Don’t be ridiculous.”

Another sip, and a look of guilt crosses her face. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me. I haven’t exactly been warm and cozy with you.”

You wave your hand in the air absently. “It’s fine, Nat. Really.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s not fair to you.” She turns to look over her shoulder, out the front window that faces your less-than-neighborly neighbors. When she faces you again, she sighs. “I’m not good at this whole apologizing thing.”

“So let’s skip to the kiss and make up part?” You joke, having already forgotten the mistletoe comment.

Natasha, however, has not. She smirks, suddenly seeming very predatory. Your face is feeling warm again. “So this really was all a ploy to get me to kiss you.”

“We kiss all the time! We’re married, remember?” You point to your ring finger. “Why would I-”

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to yours. By now, you’ve kissed her at least a dozen times since you started your stakeout and you’re never prepared for just how damn good she is at it. Or maybe Natasha just has that way of making your brain turn completely and utterly to mush.

When she pulls away, she clinks her glass against yours again with a wink.

“Happy holidays, (Y/L/N).”

This woman is going to be the death of you.

(Not that you’re complaining.)

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ok so back at the request before about the toman's big sis secretly dating ran.. maybe you can write a part two and toman's reactionn ig

hehe thank youuu <33

Since there's already a part 2 regarding Toman's big sister getting married to Ran, part 3 (this part) will be a prequel of sorts - I’ve also made the decision to include Izana and Kakuchou’s big sister meeting her hubby, Wakasa :) Enjoy!

PS; you can find all the previous parts of this mini story on my masterlist (linked below) under headcanons ~

This is the story of how their big sister met the love of her life

Characters - All of Toman, Ran Haitani (ft. Rindou Haitani), Izana Kurokawa, Kakuchou Hitto, Wakasa Imaushi

FEMALE READER

Masterlist

TOMAN BOYS + RAN HAITANI

✰ you both probably met in a pretty... intense way - as toman's big sister it takes a lot to impress you, and, as a haitani, it takes a lot of catch ran's interest

✰ you probably got into a fight and him and rindou, with a sense of duty to "protect" you, stepped in - although they only got to kick a little bit of ass bc our (name) is a girl boss?? duh

✰ ran, right there and then, asks for you number and rindou is just like — "wait wtf, ran you don't know her!"

✰ rindou is even more screamy and confused when you're just like — "yeah sure, why not, you seem interesting"

✰ ran has the biggest grin that day and nothing, not a single mf thing, is gonna bring him down <<33 serotonin filled to the brim

✰ y'all text for like, 4 hours and then go on a late night bike ride date - and, yes, you're driving the motorbike

✰ ran with his arms wrapped around your tummy to stabilise himself?? hell to the fuckin yes - even more good vibes when he rests his chin on your shoulder and laughs so you can feel the vibrations on your back

✰ crazy teens will do crazy teen things and, by the end of the week (and a lot of heart warming dates later) you're both dating

✰ rindou adores you - moreso than he thought he would tbh, goes so soft when you call him "baby haitani" and "lil bro" bc?? you've already accepted him into your life and you genuinely want to be like a big sister to him (it's not like you have other middle/high schoolers to babysit lolol)

✰ you and ran also, with no doubt in my mind, have fight-dates; it’s like fight club, but just for you two, and no one else is a willing participant ✰ RULE NUMBER ONE OF FIGHT CLUB; NO ONE TALKS ABOUT FIGHT CLUB - that’s why the toman boys will have a hard time actually finding out you’re both dating HAHSH

✰ you spend a lot of nights with them because you live alone in some shitty boxed in studio apartment - you end up selling the place and you move in with ran and rindou (the two are so overjoyed like?? i can’t explain the genuine J O Y on these boys faces)

✰ tbh when you both explain how you meet to other people they just look at you with absolute disbelief and literally say “yeah, you two won’t last long - you rushed into it”  ✰ yeah suck it mfs, they married in the future <33 die respectfully

✰ do your parents hate him? i mean, graves can’t talk so you don’t know (pls laugh, i’m funny) ✰ he gapes at you when you introduce him to your parents graves - but you tell him it’s okay to laugh, because you wanted to make him laugh and he fuckin’ loses it ✰ tells rindou about it and the kid is pissing himself laughing - becomes his favourite moment of yours ✰ but both of them visit your parents grave and pay their respects every two weeks because they’re adorable <33

✰ your guys’ early relationship is unmatched, it’s crazy but cute and literally unattainable because people like this ARE SO HARD TO COME BY IRL </3

IZANA + KAKUCHOU + WAKASA

✰ okay to begin with, wakasa is a dilf and i take no second opinions (i mainly kin this idea because of a hc i read about dilf wakasa and his gf reader meeting wakasa’s ex-wife - written by @vquacki tysm for feeding me great content)

✰ when you first met him it’s because he had his son, shini, over for the weekend but the 5 year old wandered away from wakasa when he had his back turned - and you just so happened to stumble into the lost toddler

✰ you wait with shini for almost 3 and a half hours before wakasa finds you - the little brat walked nearly 4 blocks and wakasa was freaking out ✰ you recognise him and greet him - because you knew shinichiro as a result of izana, you also knew all the old black dragons members and had a weird friendship with them ✰ when he tells you that the kid you’ve been stuck babysitting for the past 3 and a half hours is his- Ohhhh boy ✰ you definitely lecture him and, although he wants to tell you to stfu, he completely understands why

✰ so yes, you’re the hot step-mom <33 shini didn’t want to leave you and consistently bugged wakasa to invite you over so he could play with you, especially because his mom was picking him up tomorrow ✰ that’s when you realise he’s a part-time single father and you feel a little bad for being hard on him

✰ but he abides by shini’s wishes and invites you over for tea as an apology, and a thank you for looking after his son - and that’s how it all started

✰ this rekindled an odd sense of love in his heart - one he hadn’t felt since he met his ex-girlfriend, shini’s mother ✰ he’s not stupid, he knows he loves you

✰ after a few weeks of talking, he asks to take you out on a date (with shini third wheeling) and y’all go to the zoo ✰ this is the first time that shini called you ‘mama’!

✰ his bio mom was not happy - she picked shini up after the weekend and after shini said “bye mama!” she deadass got so pissed off, accusing you of trying to take her son away etc. ✰ she even threatened to make sure wakasa would never see shini again unless he got you out of his life

✰ heartbroke <//3 ✰ but guess tf what motherfuckers ✰ wakasa and no bitch >:) literally took her to court and everything - now he has full custody over shini after a few things about his mom came to light and they deemed her unfit as his full-time guardian

✰ you guys officially got together after all of this - and you became shini’s full time step mother, and when i tell you kakuchou and izana adore shini <33 it’s so wholesome cri

✰ your guys’ early relationship is really stressful and i think you’d both argue a lot as a result of wakasa’s ex being consistently persistent with hating you - but you guys love each other, and that love never fails to heal small fractures in your relationship

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‘Sweet Newlywed Life’ Story Event — Chapter 02 [Tamamo Route]

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Cat Ayakashi: I finally found you…!

Yuno: Hah!?

Tamamo: Yuno!

(What the heck!?)

I crouched down to avoid the ayakashi that suddenly charged at me when ——

Tamamo: What are you trying to do to my Yuno?

Cat Ayakashi: OUCH!

Tamamo grabbed the ayakashi and it hung mid air from his hand.

Cat Ayakashi: L-Let go of me, Tamamo.

Cat Ayakashi: I was excited to meet your wife… so I just wanted to say hello to her.

(What…)

The way that ayakashi struggled and begged for forgiveness somehow made it look pityful.

(I was scared because it suddenly jumped at me… but it turns out that it’s not that bad?)

Yuno: Tamamo, they’re…

When I asked Tamamo if he knew them, he let go of the ayakashi.

Tamamo: Sorry, Yuno.

Tamamo: These two are weak and harmless, but it seems that they’re rather interested in you.

Yuno: Me?

Cat Ayakashi: Y-yes, that’s right. We heard that Tamamo was getting married…

Cat Ayakashi: And there were also rumours that his bride was a human being!

Cat Ayakashi: It’s the talk of the town in the underworld.

Tamamo: That’s why these guys got curious and came over to the mortal world to see you.

Yuno: So the ‘visitors’ you mentioned this morning were…

Tamamo: These guys.

(I see. These ayakashi are here to see me…)

(And since they’ve been hanging around Tamamo, they seem to have developed a soft spot for humans.)

At least they’re not hostile.

Tamamo: I’m surprised you’d go to such lengths to see my wife. You must be dying of boredom.

Tamamo: Ah… this is going to be chaotic.

Cat Ayakashi: Well—

Cat Ayakashi: OWWW!

Tamamo sighed and flicked the forehead of the ayakashi that tried to pounce on me again.

Cat Ayakashi: That hurt, Tamamo.

Tamamo: I never gave you permission to play with my wife. You’d do well to remember that.

Cat Ayakashi: Y-yes… I understand…

(Now how should I say this…)

(Tamamo was right about things getting chaotic.)

—— Ever since that day, ayakashi have been constantly coming to visit us one after another.

Tamamo: Are you hanging the laundry out to dry? The weather is lovely today. I’ll help you.

Yuno: Thanks, Tamamo.

Yuno: Let me see what’s in this laundry basket… whaaat!?

Ayakashi: …

I shrieked when I looked into the basket and saw a pair of eyes staring back at me, the creature was all jumbled up in a weird position.

Tamamo: Don’t mess with my laundry.

Tamamo gave it a firm warning and it immediately fled.

There was also this other time ——

Yuno: It’s been a while since we last had tea together.

Tamamo: I remember you love the dumplings at this tea house. Go ahead and eat as many as you want.

Yuno: Mmm! Thank you for the food…

Yuno: Huh? Where’s the dumplings!?

A hand stretched out from the shadows and snatched my dumplings…

It was finally night time and we went home together ——

Tamamo: …

In the center of the room, the cat ayakashi was sleeping soundly.

Tamamo: About time I taught you some manners.

Yuno: Ta-Tamamo, don’t go too overboard…

(It looks like a cute little cat…)

Tamamo: Don’t worry. Do I seem like that kind of guy?

Tamamo smiled.

Tamamo: You shouldn’t just waltz into a newlywed couple’s bedroom like that.

Cat Ayakashi: Huh… w-what?

(Oh… he just carried it out.)

Tamamo picked the ayakashi up and put it outside.

When he came back in, he looked rather satisfied.

Tamamo: My, my, it’s not good to be too curious.

Yuno: Yeah it’s hard for us to settle down…

Life with ayakashi was more chaotic than I had expected.

I get startled whenever they show up.

Tamamo: I thought they’d get tired of it eventually, but I’m afraid they’re too curious for their own good.

Yuno: Right?

Yuno: Oh well, I’d much rather they be interested than hostile…

(But because of them, I haven’t been able to spend much time with Tamamo even though we just got married.)

When my shoulders drooped, Tamamo chuckled and pulled me into a hug.

Tamamo: Perhaps I can understand how they feel. After all, my dear wife IS very attractive.

Tamamo: Now that we’re finally alone… what does my wife want to do?

Tamamo: The past few days have been filled with interruptions. I shall spoil you rotten from now on.

Yuno: Uh…

I was surprised by him calling me ‘wife’ with that loving look in his eyes.

Tamamo’s face came closer and our lips met.

Yuno: Nn…

The soft kiss gradually deepened and I was filled with a dizzying sweet feeling.

(Oh, but…)

(Will those ayakashi come again?)

If they come into our room after this… I feel uncomfortable just thinking about what state they’d see us in.

Tamamo put his lips to my ear…

Tamamo: Are you worried about those things outside?

Yuno: Yeah, kind of. Because if they come in now…

Tamamo: Don’t worry. They won’t come anywhere close to our room.

Yuno: Really…?

Tamamo: Of course.

Tamamo: They’re aware that I’m at least ten times stronger than they are.

Tamamo: They know better than to me piss me off.

Yuno: I see.

(I guess that’s a relief?)

Just as I felt relieved, Tamamo looked at me with a smirk.

Tamamo: I’m trying to touch you more, but you’re distracted. How sad.

Yuno: T-That’s not true…

I tried to deny it, but Tamamo kissed me again.

Tamamo: Don’t look elsewhere. Your husband is right in front of you, is he not?

Tamamo: —— It’s time we have our fun.

Tamamo pushed me down onto the futon while showering me with kisses…

The heat flowing through my body filled my heart with anticipation for a sweetly passionate night.

The next day.

(I haven’t seen any ayakashi this morning…)

I realised it while I was on my way to the kitchen to refill the water in the pitcher.

(I wonder if it’s the effect of being physically thrown out of our room last night?)

While I was deep in thought ——

???: Yuno.

(Hm?)

I turned around when I heard someone call my name behind me.

Yuno: Wh—

Yuno: !?

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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As usual, if you wanted to be added or taken away, dm me or comment!! I won’t mind! <3

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I suspected it,tumblr is wrong,for some reason if I send something in anonymous mode nothing ever comes oh it is deleted :<,It's a shame,I've been sending it for weeks and I was anxiously waiting for you to post it

my request was:

Harem AU

the reader is friends with boyfriend/keith and sits on the biggest speaker next to girlfriend/cherry when he gives his rap battles (in this AU cherry and keith are not boyfriends,but best friends in love with the reader)

the reader never considered himself attractive until keirh's opponents started flirting with she in battles and trying to impress him with their songs (in the case of pump and skid it is platonic,the others are romantic)

-harem anon-

Here it is at last!! I'll leave out the parents tho since they're already married.

Summary: Basically Keith, Cherry, Lemon, Pico, Senpai, and John all become simps for you (under the cut bc it got long and bc of week 7 spoilers)

Week 0/Tutorial

While Cherry is helping Keith practice for the upcoming rap battle with her dad, he got sidetracked by how pretty you are.

It made him slip-up on the notes at times (much to his embarrassment).

It amuses Cherry, who is also flustered bc you chose to sit next to her on the speakers (and you do so for the rest of the rap battles Keith has)

Even she forgets how the song goes.

Though since the two are canonically dumb as bricks they don't realize their feelings for you are romantic.

Meanwhile you genuinely don't believe you're that attractive. You're just here to support your friends.

Week 2

For the spooky season, you dressed up as a vampiress (even though you, Keith, and Cherry were just passing out candy at home).

When Skid and Pump come along to kidnap her and challenge Keith, they see your spooky outfit and are in a w e.

"Ooooo!! C'mon Pump we must impress the pretty vampiress!"

Don't get the wrong idea. They're children who genuinely think you're a vampiress and just wanna sing for you.

They even perform "Eerie", dedicated to you and your spookiness.

When Lemon shows up to finish what they started, he antagonizes Keith and Cherry, assuming they're dating. But he becomes smitten by you.

The parents soon come home and he, Skid, and Pump have to retreat. Though the demon promises he'll visit you again and winks knowingly before leaving.

Week 3

When Pico arrives to his assigned target, he's like "huh, didn't expect to see this familiar guy, this chick, and....this l-lovely...oh man..."

He's already blushing the moment he sees you, trying to hide it behind his gun and under the guise of it being a warm Friday night.

As he rap-battles Keith, he winks to you on occasion, especially after singing a long combo that would have surely impressed you (and it does as you applaud him/smile after he finishes).

Even though he loses, he doesn't really care. He just has eyes on you and offers to help you off the speakers.

Pico is far from being a gentleman, but you appreciate his attempts.

Week 5

As Lemon interrupts the mall rap battle in "Winter Horrorland", you immediately recognize him and are stunned by his true nature.

He even goes as far as to say he decorated the mall just for you, asking if you liked it.

To which you reluctantly said yes..for the sake of your life and your friends' lives.

After Keith wins, he leaves you three alone. Though not without giving you a small gift to show his love: a skull with a bloody and chewed-up reindeer antler headband on it.

Keith and Cherry lose their shit but you're just like "lol cute".

Week 6

If there's anyone who finds you stunningly attractive, it's Senpai.

His eyes become pixel hearts similar to the Ayumi's and Reiko's.

Doesn't even consider singing, thinking that his good looks will already have you falling for him.

But when you say you don't think you're worth anyone's time, Senpai sought to change that and rap-battled Keith to prove it.

Still becomes aggressive after losing once, though when he looks at you he stops before his insults got too vulgar, wanting to keep up his image--for your sake.

After he turns into Spirit, fights Keith, and loses once again he feels ashamed that you saw "the real him".

However because you asked nicely, he'll allow you three to leave the game.

Before you did, you gave him a few words of encouragement..ones that he'll treasure forever.

Week 7

For some reason, the soldiers are ordered to only point their guns at Cherry.

Heck, even they are smitten by you and won't dare to harm you.

You just roll your eyes, seeing the irony in John calling Keith a "simp" when he himself was being a simp towards you by giving that order.

Despite his foul mouth you enjoyed his songs (and attempts at flirting) and nodded your head to the beat as usual.

Though when Pico jumps into the fray, it's you who ends up being held by Keith while Cherry stands next to you both awkwardly.

It turns out Pico only arrived bc he thought you were gonna get shot, hence why he decimates every solider who charges at him.

Keith's just blushing and stuttering during "Stress" but you just sigh, accepting this as your new life.

You've captured many people's hearts..and it made you wonder who would be next.

[itgirlification]

supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

[anyoneseenadam]

You write fenrys so well 🥺

Can I request something for him falling in love with a lady who works in a library and is friends with aelin and he keeps finding excuses to visit the library and one day they realize they’re mates ? Can you plz include alot of longing looks & touched and his friends noticing ?

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: drinking, small argument, mainly fluff

a/n: kay so it's been a hot MINUTE since I've posted and I am sorry my loves, also I comepletely modified this but I hope you still like it, comment and shiz pls it really helps with writers block lol <33

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You had met Aelin sometime after the war. She had been wandering around town a couple days after the coronation, smiling at children and waving at the elderly, observing the way the town was slowly filling again, people returning home now it was safe. There weren’t many people about however, it just being seven in the morning.

She had walked past a shop then. It was small and rickety, the door barely on its hinges as a girl fought with it, swearing like a sailor.

“Do you need some help?” she asked, moving to stand beside the girl. You screamed instantly, jumping out of your skin at her sudden appearance, having not heard anyone coming due to how absorbed you were in your job. Aelin screamed when you screamed, and it left the two of you staring at each other with wide eyes before you fell apart in fits of laughter.

You stood from where you had bent to clutch your stomach, wiping tears from your eyes as you calmed down.

“Jeez you fucking gave me a heart attack,” you laughed as she apologised, still giggling behind her hand. You then turned, hands on your hips as you glared at the door of your shop.

“Rude men should be put down,” you muttered and Aelin was laughing again.

“That I can get behind,” she said as you opened it, giving up on fixing it completely, Aelin gasping when she saw the inside.

“You have a bookshop!” she exclaimed, and you laughed.

“Had, now I just have dusty books and a broken door. It was my mother’s before…” you trailed off and Aelin put a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and you shrugged.

“It’s fine, it was ages ago anyway,” you stepped further into the shop, going to the large window up front and tugging of the white sheet that obscured it from light. “However, this shop isn’t dead yet so might as well get it done.”

Aelin looked around the shop, the paper on the walls was peeling, the paint on the shelves cracked and the books covered in a fine layer of dust. “Damn, where do we start?” she asked, rolling up her sleeves and grinning at you when you whirled around, frowning at her.

“Doesn’t the queen have better things to do?” you asked, and she shrugged, laughing at your bewildered expression.

“I’m sure my husband will cope.” You gave her an unsure look at that, and she laughed, “He’s competent.”

“If you say so.”

“If you knew I was queen you really have no fear of authority do you?” she asked as you started pulling books down and pilling them onto the sheet you just pulled off the window.

“Respect is earned, plus you’re the one who made me shit myself.” She laughed again, smiling widely, and helping you take down more books as she realised this was the most she had laughed since the war ended.

--

The worked all day. First removing the books and putting them upstairs in the rundown apartment you lived in, filled with plants, blankets, and somehow even more books. Next the repainted the shelves, setting them outside to dry while they re-wallpapered the walls and cleaned the floor until it was shining.

When the sky got darker you swore as you realised neither of you had eaten all day, going up to your new friend and asking her what she wanted for dinner.

“I make really good pasta,” you had suggested, and she had nodded enthusiastically as you went upstairs to your apartment, drinking wine as you cooked together. As you ate on the floor, drinking yet another bottle of wine, this time straight from the bottle Aelin asked about your past.

You assured her it was relatively normal, asides from the whole ‘evil tyrant thing’ as you put it. You talked together for hours, going back downstairs, and bringing the now dry, sage green shelves back in and putting all the books away, setting them in categories.

Hours later Aelin decided to go home, not wanting to worry so much and she opened the still broken door, the both of you laughing as you realised you had forgotten a pretty integral part.

“Hey, you could just name the shop, ‘the broken door’,” she suggested, and you smiled.

“That would work.”

--

When Aelin got home she was met with a concerned Rowan, asking where she had been all day.

She smiled at him, pausing before answering, “I think I have a new best friend.”

Rowan frowned at that, “And what brings you to that conclusion?”

“Today was the first time I’ve laughed since…” she trailed off as silence fell at the thought of their past few months, Rowan then bringing her in for a hug.

“You know this means I have to meet her too then,”

“Nope my best friend get your own.” She shoved him playfully, falling asleep next to him that night with a smile on her face.

--

They went to see you the next morning and Aelin laughed when she saw your dishevelled state.

“Did you sleep?” she asked when she walked into the shop and found signs put up and plants dotted around the room as you sat on the floor, drinking a coffee that smelt so strong she almost gagged, much preferring sweeter tastes.

“Sleep is for the weak!” you said, half-heartedly raising your hand.

“And what’s with all the plants?” Rowan asked, frowning as he almost walked into another and you sat up straighter, glaring at him.

“What you too good for plants?” you asked your hands moving over-exaggeratedly as you got to your feet. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just a stinky man,” you whispered to the plants and Aelin laughed at her husbands offended face.

You stood and started walking upstairs, your feet dragging as you went to get breakfast. You heard them follow you and you pushed open the door to your flat.

You had even more plants up here and Rowan rolled his eyes as you moved to open the large windows, letting in fresh air, you then moved about making pancakes, mixing enough for the three of you and adding blueberries when you were finished.

You cooked them up while chatting idly with Aelin and Rowan, only receiving a small amount of judgement when Aelin discovered you didn’t actually have a bed and instead just a mattress on the floor with a sheet for warmth and some soft pillows. Your house was newly decorated, art hung on the walls, plants and candles decorating every surface.

“Tea, coffee, water, vodka?” you offered them drinks and Aelin whined.

“No vodka, we had too much wine last night,” you laughed at that as you served up coffee and pancakes.

“Yeah we’ll have to go properly drinking some night,” you muttered, Rowan chuckling under his breath and nodding in agreement.

The three of you ate the rest of your food, laughing and joking together and Rowan really noticed the difference in Aelin’s manner. She hadn’t been truly comfortable or at ease in months, always looking over her shoulder, but now she sat laughing with her friend and Rowan wanted to thank you a million times over for bringing her back out of her shell.

--

Since you first met Aelin you were meeting up almost every day, discussing books over tea and hanging out at your shop, or drinking from expensive glasses in her castle while trying on elaborate dresses. Soon you were practically apart of the family, but that didn’t stop the confusion Fenrys felt when he walked into the castle and found a young girl sleeping on Aelins’ bed, a book opened but abandoned on her chest.

He tentatively walked forward so he could see her more clearly and felt his heart clench when his eyes fall upon her peaceful face, her eyes closed, and hair spread around her head like a halo. He was about to reach a hand out to brush a strand of hair from her soft hair when he heard the door open, turning to see Aelin run in, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

“Fenrys I didn’t know you were back,” she said when she pulled back, bouncing on the soles of her feet excitedly and he laughed.

“Are you going to explain why there’s a girl in your bed, or do I need to break some news to Rowan,” he joked and she shoved his shoulder before moving to the bed and shaking the girl awake.

“It’s just (y/n),” she explained as the girl huffed and rolled away from Aelin.

“Ah of course this person who I definitely knew existed,” Aelin stuck her finger up at him as he laughed, unable to stop his eyes from trailing back to her.

He watched as she breathed in deeply, her eyes opening slowly as she took him in, before she pulled her covers up to over her chin and frowned at him and Aelin with a small pout.

“I was having the best dream every asshole,” she complained and Fenrys smiled as she sat up on her elbows and reached a hand out to him to shake, introducing herself. He brushed the shake of and instead brought her hand to his mouth pressing a kiss to the back of it as sparks show through her skin at the sensation.

“I’m Fenrys, ambassador of Terrasen,” he smiled cheekily as she shrunk away slightly, nerves taking over her, “hope to see you around more.”

He left, pressing a quick kiss to Aelin’s temple, and winking at you as Aelin moved over to you with wide eyes.

“Aelin…” you started as she squealed.

“He was totally flirting with you! You would be such a cute couple, please, please ask him out I need you two to get married and have to worlds prettiest babies!” she was bouncing in hr seat as you moved to shut her up.

“Okay ONE, I just met him. And TWO, he was far too pretty for me,” you said and Aelin frowned.

“Nope, nope you are incorrect, and he is going to fall in love with you,” she demanded, and you laughed, kicking her with your foot.

“Mhm sure.”

--

The next few days, Fenrys was coming to your shop every day. He would bring chocolates and flowers some days, or coffee and pastries other days. Always dropping them off with a smile, before lounging in the plush, green chair in the corner of the shop and talking to you for hours. He has also started coming to your and Aelin’s weekly cocktail night, wrapping his arm around your shoulder’s and laughing drunkenly into your neck as you told stories.

However, through all this you remained ‘friends’. He would press kisses to your cheek and hands, keep an arm slung around your waist when men came to speak at you at bars and primarily referred to you using pet names and rarely ever your actual name. And it was getting frustrating.

You were having to start putting genuine effort to not kiss him every time you had a drink and he sat extra close to you. Or when you were invited to parties, and he moved smoothly through the countless questions asking if you were dating.

And while you revelled in the attention it was tearing at your heart slightly as insecurities told you that he would never actually be interested in you. You wanted to scream at him every time he kissed you but wanted to melt into him every time he hugged you, your brain constantly at battle with itself when he was near.

You knew you were due to explode any time soon. So when you were out one night and he was holding you extra close, you pulled away, muttering an excuse about getting another drink.

Standing at the bar as you waited you rested you head in your hands for a second before you saw a man begin to approach you. He was attractive, not like Fenrys, but honestly you would take anything to get your mind of him at the moment, so you smiled at him, tilting your head.

“What’s a doll like you doing all alone?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly, unlike the smooth, deep timbre you were used to, but you just laughed.

“Waiting for a man to not dehumanise me,” you bit back, and he raised his hands sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, what would you prefer?” he flirted, sidling up closer to you as you turned to face him.

“Can’t go wrong with ma’am,” you joked, and he laughed, looking down and shaking his head, only to look back up, his eyes going wide. You felt a familiar hand wrap around your waist and looked up to see Fenrys, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as he glared at the man in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice deep and full of authority, the man in front of you shrinking under his gaze.

“Shit sorry man, didn’t realise she had a boyfriend,” he apologised and this time you did roll your eyes.

“He’s not my-“ you began but Fenrys cut you off.

“Yeah she does, so back the fuck off.” You looked down as he spoke, shaking your head as tears of frustration built in your eyes. You harshly pulled out of his grip, leaving the bar as quickly as you could, wiping away the escaped tears as you heard Fenrys follow after you, shouting your name.

You whirled around when you got outside, your glare murderous.

“You do not get to do that!” you shouted as he moved closer to you.

“Sweetheart I’m sorry,” he began but you cut him off.

“NO! I am not your girlfriend! You have never once asked me to be so you don’t get to try scare away any guy that might have genuine interest in me!” his shoulders slumped as you spoke. Truthfully, he has been working up the courage to ask you out for months, and while he knew it was unfair how he treated you, he couldn’t help himself. He was addicted. He thought of you constantly, the texture of your skin, the smell of your hair, the way your eyes lit up and the way you moved your hands as you spoke. So when he saw you engage with the man that had the audacity to talk to you, his grip tightened on his glass so much it shattered, ignoring the worried looks from Aelin and Rowan as he stomped over to you.

“(y/n) listen, I’ve been an asshole I know,” he raised his hands, tentatively stepping towards you, “But I really care about you, and I want to be yours.”

You laughed bitterly, “You’re just saying that.”

He shook his head vehemently, stepping closer to you again and wrapping his arms around your shoulders so gently, one would think you were made of glass.

“I love you darling, please be mine,” he said into your hair, and you pulled back, looking up at him through glassy eyes before nodding slightly.

“I love you Fenrys,” he smiled down at you before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth, pouring his heart into the action. You gasped slightly as your lips met and he smiled widely against your mouth as the bond clicked into place.

“You know this means I now have an excuse to break the nose of any man that talks to you,” he whispered against your lips, and you giggled, shoving at his shoulder gently.

“I’m still annoyed at you,” you muttered, and his eyes darkened.

“Well I’m sure I can make it up to you.”

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Ask Answers: August 8th

Well, doing big posts all together worked for a while but lately I’ve been putting it off because it takes a long time to get them done. I think I’m gonna try switching back to answering asks whenever I can fit it in and posting them one at a time instead of waiting until I’ve filled out one of these major collections.

But for now, here’s more ask answers! Thank you for the questions and for all the kind words along with them ^^.

Hello!! I'm here to ask if its possible to get  the game and its dlcs on steam and play it on android?

I’m afraid not. Steam doesn’t have Android builds on their own site and Steam is not cool with keys for other sites being given out for Steam purchases, so you don’t get the Itch version from buying on Steam.

Hello! Sorry to bother you but, I had a question, if we buy the Game on itchio do we get steam keys or would we need to purchase it twice? 

You would have to buy it twice if you want it in both places, I’m sorry. To repeat myself a little, Steam doesn’t like the key trading thing. Itch may support giving keys for another site, but the reverse isn’t doable with Steam and Steam doesn’t even really want you to get a Steam key for buying somewhere else either. So we just don’t mess around with that.

hey, sorry if this is frequently asked, but is step 4 free dlc or paid for? some of your sources are contradicting each other. 

It’s free! There’s a paid wedding DLC, but Step 4 itself is entirely unpaid.

Hello! I just had a quick question, for the Baxter and Derek DLC's will we be able to confess our feelings to them or let them confess to MC? or will it only be one way? (they confess to MC)

Both type of options will be available!

Hey there! I wanted to ask whether or not the Derek DLC is still on track to be released in August since on the steam discussion board it says it will be released mid 2021. I totally understand if it isn't, I'm just really looking forward to it! If you answer then ty! And keep up the amazing work :D 

It’s not, aha. Unfortunately, 2021 wasn’t easier than 2020 as we hoped so things are still slower than planned. It’ll come out late 2021 or early 2022.

Hi! Firstly I just want to say that I LOVE Our Life. I have played a bit of similar games but this one instantly wins for the best one! Everything about it is amazing! I just wanted to ask if Derek would ever lose feelings for MC, like if they make the deal and then MC gets with Cove would he move on? and even if you don't, after "losing contact" would his feeling fade or would he still like MC? 

If you don’t really keep in touch with him and clearly move on with your life, Derek will too and he’ll be over it. But if you are still close as best as you can be, he’ll still think the MC is special. Though, he’ll always support your relationship with someone else if that’s what’ll make you happy.

Hello! Sorry if you've answered this before but: 'How's Lee related to us? Though which momma? And does she share our player-chosen last names? Also, do you know if Noelani took Pam's last name or did it happen the other way round? 

She’s related to Pamela and Pamela’s last name is the one they use, so the MC has the same last name as Lee.

Will we be able to choose which (they or he) we tend to call Qiu by more often, or will it randomly change depending on the moment? 

Qiu knows which pronoun they’re comfortable with at a time and you’ll call them what they’re happy with. And it doesn’t change between lines, it takes multiple scenes or even full Steps for it to switch. So for extended periods Qiu will be totally a guy or fully agender.

Will Step 4 of OL2 have moments?

It’ll be an epilogue like it is in OL1, so it won’t have a bunch of different Moments.

Hello! Just a quick question, is Sunset bird from OL1 based on a real location? If so what's it called? I wanna visit it +_+

ps i love your games so much <3

It isn’t based on one specific town you can go to, but there are a lot of little coastal towns in Cali that have a similar vibe!

Heyaaa ( I hope you're all well ), umm… it might seem kinda stupid to ask but did Patreon members can have a key for the dlc's ( all the steps-released dlc ) even if they became a member this month or later ? (me? saying this cuz it's my case? maybe ;-;), and once again thanks for absolutely all the amazing works on all the games ! u-u 

You wouldn’t get the DLCs for backing there. The Patreon is for extra bonus content/early access, rather than being a storefront to purchase the normal DLCs. Rarely we give them out as a side gift, but it hardly happens and if what you want is the DLCs it’s best to ignore the Patreon and  buy keys for those directly from Itch or Steam. I’m sorry for the confusion.

Hey y'all, love what youre doing w/Terry. Trans rep outside of player customization is so rare and important to see more of so thank you so much. I do have a question and its that does he have a canon sexuality? I know Miranda was said to be straight ace but I dont believe anything was stated for Terry probably because he wasnt revealed to be a guy which changes things. Im also curious if well get answers on how long hes liked Miranda since he may have liked her in step 3 before she liked him 

Terry likes women and Randy likes men! And he did like Miranda back in Step 3.

Will the Wedding Dlc release at the same time as Step 4? 

They’ll come out separately with Step 4 releasing first.

I really love Our Life so much! I've spent over 20hours playing it even though I only got it a week ago! I was wondering if I could make a fangame for Our Life with a different love interest but same plot. Next-door neighbors romance, multiple steps, etc? I'll probably make it on Google Slides though- 

Sure! I hope you have fun with it and I’m glad you love the game.

How does Cove feel about poly relationships? 

He’s got nothing against them for the people they work for, but he’s 100% monogamous and would only be comfortable with a partner who was willing to be monogamous with him.

Idk if this has been answered before but will Step 4 include the option to advance your feelings towards Cove? 

Yep, you’ll be able to determine your feelings and what your relationship is.

In step 4 will there be a chosen to say we live with Cove even as just friends? 

Yeah, you can choose to live with Cove and that can be done when you’re friends.

I just played the game with the MC and Cove being best friends and omg it’s still so damn cute like the wholesomeness of it all is too much for my heart I swear ^.^  Now with that all said I was wondering can we still marry Cove? if we only love him as a friend like let’s say we’ve made deal with him similar to the one we can make with Derek because let’s real no one could compete with what the MC and Cove have even if they aren’t in love. 

It’s great to hear you enjoyed the friendship story! You can live with Cove, but you can’t marry him platonically. Cove has familial affection for the MC if they’re best-est friends. He wouldn’t think to marry someone he loves like family and even grew up with as though they truly were siblings.

Are you still going to be making a DLC for XOBD? :] 

Yes! We’re slowing adding voiced lines and fixing errors.

It makes me laugh that Shiloh's last name is Fields because that's what I put as my last name! So in Our Life when he talked about "Ms. Fields" picking him up I was extremely confused, lol. That dude mimics personalities so much that he stole my surname!

Oh, wow, that’s a very funny coincidence, haha.

hi !! i cant seem to be able to get the scene where mc is able to propose to cove despite being at the 'love' stage and telling him i'd want to get married, are there any other details that im missing out on? the options just dont appear at the end... 

Maybe you missed telling Cove you were in love with him even if you mentioned wanting to get married or you might’ve accidentally said earlier in the game that you don’t want to progress your relationship further with Cove. We haven’t removed them, so you can get the scene again. It’s just kind of easy to miss since there’s multiple requirements. You can read a little guide in the FAQ.

wait what di you need to do to be able to propose to cove? I've been trying but haven't had much luck 

You can check out the FAQ linked above!

does cove only develop a crush on the mc if the mc is also at crush/in love with him? 

Technically, yes. We treat the non-romantic relationship options as truly non-romantic since we don’t want to bait and switch people. But there’s nothing wrong with headcanoning that Cove does have feelings developing for the MC even before the MC has.

Is there a way to make/allow Lee and Baxter to date?

No, they just don’t have enough time together.

We also got a group of asks related to Tamarack in OL2, but I’m afraid the way they talked about people with larger bodies made me not want to post their words, even if the person didn’t say they’re trying to be hurtful. I will separate out the core question and answer it though, so people can know that info.

Does Tamarack lose weight in later Steps?

No, she doesn’t. As for the other questions included, to be honest, I don’t have to explain/defend having romance options of different sizes. I’m sorry if you’re dealing with unhappiness that’s connected to body image, if that’s where the negative emotions are coming from, but even so I can’t meet you on that level and pretend it’s a problem that needs an answer. A girl who simply isn’t thin being a main love interest is just not an unreasonable concept. Also, Tamarack isn’t a lesbian. Yes, she can date a female MC, but that doesn’t undo her actual sexuality, so I’m not sure where that one part at the end was coming from.

I wonder... can we "fight" with Qiu over leader status? 👀

Not really, haha. No matter how cool your MC is, they’re never gonna replace Qiu for the other kids around. So you can either partner up with him, follow him too, or not be a part of all that group politics stuff.

So when I play the game, sometimes I mentally call Cove “Covie/Covey” and that made me wonder, how does Cove feel about being nicknamed? Not like Romeo/Space Cadet/etc. but like pet names relating to his actual name

It’d depend on his age, personality, and your relationship with him! When he’s younger he’d probably be embarrassed, when he was grown he’d probably be more casual or happy about it.

will you be able to date baxter in step 3 while at crush with cove (but not dating him ofc) sorry if this has been asked already. i really love baxters step 4 design btw!! 

Yeah, you can be crushing on Cove and date Baxter if you weren’t already dating Cove. You just can’t be truly in love with Cove and then switch to Baxter.

I just got my friend into our life, and they adore shiloh and derek sooo will there be more of them in the second game? 

I’m afraid not. But you can see plenty more of Shiloh in XOXO Droplets/XOXO Blood Droplets, haha.

I see you haven't gotten any xoxo droplets asks recently but I'm still obsessed with these boys!! I was just wondering if Nate would curse under any circumstance? 

Yeah, Nate does use certain swear words (damn, hell, bastard) on very rare occasions.

Hi there! I have a question about the wedding dlc. Will we be able to plan a honeymoon during the planning stages of it or would it be something that Cove and the mc would rather plan later on? Thank you! Absolutly love the game by the way, definitely one of my favorite games! 

The focus will be on the wedding day itself. The topic of the honeymoon might come up a bit, but there won’t be any choosing of the exact location and such.

Hi! I have two questions and it's completely understandable if you only answer one/neither and I'm sorry if you've already answered either before! First, is there a set year in which OL:B&A takes place (ex: Step 1 being set in 2010 & Step 2 being set in 2016, etc.) or is it simply up to interpretation? Second, have you guys thought about doing a coming-of-age game where the MC has a tough home life or upbringing? (like one of their parents is an addict, a parent being transphobic whilst the player has the option to be trans, or having friends that are influencing them to do drugs, etc.) That's all! Thanks for making beautiful games. <3 

There is a set timeline!

Step 1: 2006 Step 2: 2011 Step 3: 2016 Step 4: 2021 

And we don’t currently plan on making a game like that. The Our Life series exists to be a safer environment for people to play around in and if we did do a brand new series that was harsher edged it’d be something more fantastical and/or plot-driven instead of a different type of modern day slice-of-life growing up story. I’m sorry.

i don’t know if you’ve already answered this, but do you have a guess on when phase 4 will come out? as well as ol2? i’m so excited for both of them, the inclusivity in this game is amazing, you guys should be really proud of it! 

Step 4 will be coming out very soon! OL2 is gonna take until 2023 to be anywhere near completion. But we might episodically release the Steps one at a time as they get done instead of waiting for three to be finished before launch like we did with the first game.

Hello, I was curious if there was an official or unofficial discord server for the game? 

We do have a discord! You can join by clicking this link HERE.

how long do you plan to keep ol's patreon running? 

Hopefully for at least a few more years.

Are you considering ever making merch? 

Yeah, but I don’t know when it’ll happen or what exactly we’ll make, aha. It’s something we want do, just nothing is set.

hi! i just found out about your game a couple of days ago on tiktok (so sorry if you’ve already answered this question) and i was wondering if y’all are ever planning to release it on iOS? 

I have no idea. It’s hard for a small group to get Apple approval and I honestly can’t say if it’ll ever happen or not. Maybe someday, though!

Hi, I love the art style of Our life and I would like to know if the artist has a Twitter? Also, could it be possible to fund more CGs for the game from him/her? So many times, I wish there was one like when the cutscene of the sunshower. 

That’s nice of you to offer. He doesn’t have a Twitter, at least not one that’s public enough to be shared with me. And I’m afraid not. The issue is that the CGs take huge amounts of time rather than there not being a budget for it. He’s gotta make CGs for Step 4, the DLCs, and new character sprites, too. There isn’t space in the schedule for even more. Sorry for that.

Hi, how are you?!

Are you planning on accepting new writers or is it always the same people who write your stories??

Thanks!!

Our Life: Beginnings & Always won’t be getting new writers, but we will be hiring a new team of writers for Our Life: Now & Forever eventually!

perhaps this counts as nsfw and I'm sure it has been answered before but what does Cove prefer, chests/boobs or butts? or perhaps both :3c thank you for this wonderful game (and the patreon bonus moment, it was worth all the waiting and more ♥) 

He’s a “chests of all shapes and sizes” kind of guy, haha.

i was wondering- did any of the writers actually grow up by the beach? as someone who's lived in a beach town all their life it really did feel nostalgic to play through our life 1 

I was born and raised in Cali! Though, not right by the beach. We still had to make trips out, but the setting is based on my own childhood memories of small beach towns we went through.

In Derek’s upcoming DLC, will we be able to reference the pact we made as teens? (love olba and xod/xobd so much btw you’re literally amazing) 

Yep, you will be able to talk about that!

Oh, sorry about the Cole being secretly L ask, then!

If you wanted context: Death Note is about this one guy who finds a notebook that kills anyone who you write the name of in there. The guy eventually develops a God Complex and starts mass killing criminals and stuff. L is the one trying to find out who is killing all these people.

Me and my sister first joked about it because I couldn't remember how to translate a word about the way Cove was sitting, so I just did the pose, and it looked a lot like how L himself sits! Then we just snowballed from there, with more and more nonsense connections.

That’s okay! Thanks for explaining. I’m sorry I didn’t know what you meant.