#and by talking to a guy that has a crush on me

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

seven - m. kaiser

you were seven years old when you first met the piece of trash named michael kaiser.

sitting on the swings alone with a busted violet lip and ripped jeans and scratched up, bloody knees wasn’t considered the ideal invitation for a friendship. but you had mindlessly approached him, sitting on the swing next to him before waving to him.

subhuman garbage looked up, wondering why such a nice girl would be looking at him, talking to him. but he didn’t question it and instead listened to you talk, introducing himself.

“but i don’t like to be called michael, so don’t call me that.”

“got it! you’re mihya then!”

subhuman shit—no, newly named mihya felt his heart skip a beat. no one was ever affectionate enough to give him a nickname, so such an experience made mihya strangely ecstatic. he nodded, a small smile slowly making way onto his swollen lips. “right. im mihya.”

the second time you saw mihya was only a few days later.

he had been sitting on the swings, crying his eyes out. this time he had a nosebleed, angry red marks on his neck, and his hands were nearly purple. you had approached him, your eyebrows knit together.

“mihya? what’s wrong?”

mihya had sniffled before looking up at you. “will you get mad at me…?” he choked out weakly. your jaw dropped, grasping both of his hands.

“mihya, i would never get mad at you!” you exclaimed. “you’re my friend!”

mihya muttered something incoherent before sighing. “…my dad. he gets mad a lot.”

you blinked a few times, your seven year old mind not quite comprehending the situation. but you frowned, looking up at the sky. “oh, i really hate it whenever mama and dad get mad at me. your dad is always mad? that sounds so bad. im so sorry, mihya.”

mihya nodded. “it’s…don’t worry about it.”

one day, after many encounters and at eight years old, you finally spoke your thoughts.

“i think your house is haunted.”

mihya, who had been chewing on garlic and sugar flavored bread from the bakery, stopped mid chew. “why?”

“well, your dad is always mad, and you’re always crying. you’re outside as much as you possibly can, and you don’t wanna be there. that sounds haunted to me. and when you are, you hide from him.” you muttered. “i don’t like that. i don’t like how you’re always crying and hiding.”

mihya hummed, quick to respond. “well, i guess i really got no other choice. i wanna avoid getting hit as much as i can.”

your chest tightened to the point where it hurt, a frown making way onto your face. “i love you, you know that? to the moon and saturn, i really do love you.”

mihya’s heart stopped.

and eight years old, having such a crush probably won’t end good for him. but no one had ever told him that they loved him before, and yet you say it out of nowhere, and to the moon and saturn? he might just die of happiness.

heat spread throughout his cheeks before he squeaked out. “i-i love you…too?” you gave him a toothy grin and gave him a high-five.

at ten years old, you’re on the swings once more, this time with a blue raspberry popsicle in between your lips. mihya has a strawberry flavored one, bought using your money.

“you know, mihya. we should move away forever. or maybe we could be pirates or something. y’know, like from one piece.” you said dreamily.

“that came out of nowhere. why?” mihya replied, tossing his now empty stick into the trash can of the park.

“so that we could get away from your damn father and you won’t have to cry anymore.” you muttered, pouting. “i’ve never even met the guy, and yet i hate him.” you chomped down on the popsicle stick, breaking it in half.

mihya laughed. “yeah? i want to leave too. and it sounds nice to leave with you.”

at fourteen, the news arrived.

you sat on the swings, sobbing into your hands. mihya had come from behind you, his heart aching when he saw your tears. you were the love of his life (you just didn’t know it yet), and your tears hurt him.

“mihya, im moving.”

three words, and yet it wasn’t the usual three words that was like music to mihya’s ears.

he swallowed, tears stinging his own eyes. “to where…?”

“japan. apparently it’s supposed to be a safer environment there or something like that. i have to learn the language and the customs and everything.” you sniffled. “but i don’t want to. i don’t want to leave everything i know. but i mostly don’t want to leave you, mihya.”

mihya wanted to go to your family and interrogate them and to beg them to let you stay. he couldn’t live without you, he wouldn’t be able to survive without the light of his life. you would leave and forget him within a month or two because you have all new friends, and he’ll just be another piece of your forgotten childhood. but you would still be his whole life; you were his first friend, his only real friend.

the only person who he will ever love and the only person who will ever love him.

“right. got it.” mihya replied, his throat dry.

two weeks later, mihya became subhuman piece of shit again.

however, at fifteen, the subhuman was arrested and eventually scouted.

subhuman became kaiser.

at nineteen, kaiser traveled to japan to participate in the still fairly recent blue lock program. although he was interested in blue lock’s new rising player isagi yoichi, he wondered if he could coincidentally see you.

nothing was impossible, after all.

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for the past five years, you’ve been lonely.

the language barrier was resolved within three years of hard work, but unknown customs and a personality that didn’t match the japanese status quo just made everything worse. for years, you had no friends, you spent lunchtime alone, and worst of all?

you didn’t have mihya in your life.

there were nights when you felt so alone that you would just curl up with your pillow and remember mihya. your mihya. those beautiful seven years spent with him, years that you will never forget.

there was a night where you forgot what he looked like.

panicked and crying, you had opened up your phone immediately too look at a picture of him. after a few minutes of staring, your tears stopped as you memorized his face once more. you never wanted to forget him, not a single bit.

at nineteen and in desperation of college credit and money, you volunteered to be a manager of the blue lock program. ego jinpachi was a strange man, but everything was worth it for the money.

and you couldn’t help but think of your mihya, who you remembered bought a soccer ball for his twelfth birthday and adored it.

for years, you’ve refused to check soccer news out of heartbreak.

after blue lock won against the japanese u20 team, you were given a two week break, and was afterwards immediately shoved into the hell of the neo egoist league.

responsible for helping bastard münchen (“for it’s undeniable potential” said ego, although you really couldn’t care less.), you had walked to the germany wing expecting to have the rest the next few months surrounded by the company of isagi, kurona, yukimiya, hiori, and the others.

and yet when you entered, the first thing you saw was pale blonde hair.

the same that mihya had.

kaiser turned to you, as did the other blue lockers and bastard münchen members.

and finally, kaiser became mihya again.

BASED OFF OF THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG “seven”

[hanniescookie]

i like you, i'm sorry - ljh

pairing - ljh x f!reader

genre - fluff, alternate au

warnings - kissing, fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint but happy ending

summary - jihoon is your classmate and crush since freshman year at music school, but when you get to know what he really thinks about you, you can't help sinking in a heartbreak.

author's note - MY FIRST EVER FIC THAT I'M ONLY A LITTLE PROUD OF??? @jjjjeonww // my love, my wifey, my precious faith, here's my first piece of writing on tumblr for you!! you're the first person who made me feel welcomed on tumblr without even trying, and you know exactly why you're so dear to me, so take this appreciation token and have fun w it 🤍 don't let any XY chromosome dull your spark when uji is here <3

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You type away the last bit of your lyrics on your laptop, and then sigh out loud. It's been a hectic day — one that has made you cry. Many assignments were piled up that you barely got done at the last minute, and if that frustration wasn't enough, you were belittled by your very own crush.

Lee Jihoon.

The guy you've liked since freshman year. It never helped that he was never mean to you so like the simple girl you were, you always glorified the bare minimum he provided you with.

If he sat beside you in class because there was no other seat available, you'd take it as a sign. How dumb.

He never really shattered these delusions of yours anyway. He took the ice cream you gave him as an excuse just to speak to him. He answered all your questions about the lessons that you had understood well enough and taught you a little bit of piano too when you asked. He even texted first so many times and responded to your texts really well.

So you had no reason not to feed in your bubble of delusion. Well, not until today.

It was a routine music theory class early in the morning when he sat beside you. You felt butterflies flutter in your belly the longer you stared at him (you tried not to). You were determined to try and talk a little more to him today — at least more than the hi, good morning, how was your day, is this seat available kinda stuff.

However, right after class ended, some of your classmates surrounded him, asking him questions about the lesson. It was a known fact that Jihoon was a genius, and was always praised by the teachers. It felt like he was born to make music. Hence, often times, like today, people came up to him for help.

He wasn't entirely pleased with being cornered like that, but he was still kind enough to help. You sat in your place, watching and listening as the conversations slowly shifted from one topic to another. Jihoon's focus was on the many people in front of him, and his back was facing you now. That should have made you feel ignored, or at least insulted, but it didn't. Not at that time. You were busy listening to his voice as he talked to everyone.

Then those words left his mouth — the ones that have now bled in your lyrics, the ones that made you cry and the ones that made you resent him.

"What do you think about Y/N?"

Somebody had asked him — you can't recall who it was, but definitely one of the girls who never seemed to like you.

Jihoon's response had come with a little laugh — like he was joking. "Oh, she's just an annoying classmate."

You didn't wait to notice if he'd notice you leaving after that. You just left, carrying your bag over your shoulder as tears pricked your otherwise soft eyes.

And now here you are, four hours later, sitting in an empty classroom and staring at the lyrics you penned out of your heartbreak. Well, this will pass too, you tell yourself, pressing save on your document.

"Why are you sorry for liking someone?"

You yelp when you hear a voice directly behind you, turning your head instantly to see Jihoon bent over your shoulder. He stands back with a little smile, pointing towards your screen with his chin. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. The words looked interesting."

Baffled, you turn back to see your now saved document still displayed on the screen. The bold title says, "I like you, I'm sorry."

Your face feels warm suddenly, and the tears you had successfully hidden threaten to come out. You grit your teeth, trying to keep your composure when he sits beside you. "You can't just peek in my work. It can be personal."

He looks at you, a little alarmed at your tone — something he's not used to hearing. His expression turns only a little concerned, almost guilty. You can't catch the emotion exactly. "Is everything alright?"

You try not to, but you snap anyway. "Yeah, no. Nothing is quite alright. You don't get to call me just an annoying classmate and then sit here looking all concerned like I mean something to you."

You watch a flicker of uncertainty cross his features, and he looks surprised if you can gauge correctly. For several seconds, he tries to find words and you wait — really wait like you always have. Maybe it's because you're frustrated, but your patience runs out.

You shut your laptop, and stuff it in your bag, preparing to leave. If leaving is what you do best, so be it.

But Jihoon decides he doesn't want to watch you leave. At least not before he even tries his luck. His fingers close around your wrist, pulling you to sit back beside him. You land a little too close to his face, your knee brushing against his.

It's the closest you've ever been to him, and even though you're genuinely very hurt, your heart betrays you. It beats faster, finding comfort in his beautiful eyes that you fell for.

"Y/N," he speaks, soft and slow, and you feel like melting on the spot. He continues, "I didn't mean it."

"Huh?"

He breathes, closing his eyes for a second before looking back in your confused ones. "I didn't mean what I said. It was just– oh god, I'm stupid. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to say that."

You wait for him to finish explaining, but he's quiet again, just looking at you through his lashes as if he's confused himself. He shakes his head a little, sighing, before he speaks again.

This time, it's a question. "Do I mean something to you?"

Your breath hitches a little, tongue darting out to swipe across your dry lips in nervousness. Any hurt you'd felt in the morning flies out of the window, and you can only focus on Jihoon and his soft voice, asking you a question so intimate.

You can't help it — your head nods itself once, and you're so glad it does because the way Jihoon smiles is priceless. You'd do anything to keep seeing the sight.

"I'm honoured," he says, smile softening. "And so very guilty for hurting you. I always assumed you probably find me annoying because I deliberately come late just to sit beside you, and I text you and I'm always looking at you. I kind of projected my problem on you. I thought that saying that would make me believe it and you'll hate me anyway."

You stare at him in complete disbelief, blinking owlishly for longer than you should. He's starting to chuckle at his own absurdity. "I didn't know how to deal with how much I like you. I also didn't know you felt the same."

You swallow, feeling warmth flood your face the longer you look at him. Slowly, you move a little away, your eyes traveling back to the desk in an attempt to not be any more flustered. Your heart runs a marathon and you genuinely don't know how to wrap your senses around your current situation.

"Jihoon I—" you begin to speak, but he holds your hand softly, smiling. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

If the sky were to fall on you right now, you'd gladly be buried underneath with a smile on your face. Your lips tilt up, curling into the smile that Jihoon absolutely adores.

And you nod again, this time with more firmness than before. His smile widens, but only enough to keep it soft. His eyes flicker to your lips for a second before he asks, "Can I kiss you then?"

This time, you don't nod. You're way too flustered to do that. You simply lean forward, and capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

Just like that, an empty document in your laptop awaits your new lyrics about your newfound experience — one that's too surreal to feel real.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do you think leona ever asked his parents why he was even born? When he wasn't even destined to rule a kingdom and only exist in the background as a "prince", whose title meant nothing anymore when cheka was born.

(I want me some angst)

-anon

Possibly? I think that Leona probably had to come to terms with a lot of not-so-nice truths about the world and his place in it as he was growing up. He's a smart guy, he'd put two and two together eventually.

Coincidentally, Leona asks a similar question (“How can I become king?”) to a butler in the second volume of the light novel (during his post-OB flashback sequence). The butler becomes deeply uncomfortable and cannot seem to muster a response. In that moment, Leona states that he knew it was considered inappropriate for him to covet the throne. And then he praises himself for being such a clever child LMAO—

Maybe there was no particular reason for his birth. On royal money, they can have as many children as they want and still have the means to support them. Family planning isn't as necessary. If you really want to go the angst route though, maybe the Kingscholar parents had a second child as a "failsafe" in case something happened to Falena or he wasn't able to sire an heir. If that's the case, the parents probably weren't thinking about how this might affect Leona's mental or emotional wellbeing; they were preoccupied with cementing their rule into the next generation and might have figured Leona would be happy serving in some other governmental position instead of taking up the throne (which now belongs to Cheka by birthright).

It's sad to think about little Leona working so hard in order to get recognized. He must have been so full of hope and joy back then, before he realized his efforts were futile and he would never get what he wanted most of all. Not just the crown, but the love and admiration that comes with having your skill and merit recognized. I wonder if Leona got his UM before or after he had his dreams crushed...? If it's before, it feels like a bad omen and a reason for others to hate him. If it's after, it only feels like confirming what people believe about him... That he's only capable of taking and destroying, never building or growing. That has got to do some damage to your psyche.

Leona may not have even asked his parents The Question directly, honestly. His mother is scarcely mentioned and his father is ill... and Falena is busy ruling in their father's place, which makes me think that it was mostly Kifaji raising and taking care of Leona. Maybe Leona pipes up one day and asks the Grand Chamberlain why was he born if he has no purpose? And that startles Kifaji, who tries to reassure him, only for Leona to grow increasingly frustrated and accuse him of being evasive or lying to avoid telling him the ugly truth. If they're playing chess at the time, I can picture little Leona knocking all the pieces off the board with an arm and then storming off somewhere to sulk.

We still don't have the origins of his scar. Leona talks about it very casually in his Dorm Uniform voice lines, stating that scars are seen as marks of bravery in his home country, but never explaining how he got his. It could be that there's no grand story or meaning behind it--but I've also seen fan theories that the scar was the result of Leona doing something dangerous at a young age in a desperate attempt to be seen and praised by others. That detail could fit very well into this angst hypothetical.

[steddieas-shegoes]

a ride he does survive

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘ride’

rated e | 453 words | cw: public sex (they’re not caught, seen, or heard) | tags: Eddie has a crush on Steve, modern era, scoops ahoy, getting together, anal sex

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“He’s a ride I wouldn’t survive.”

Jeff smacks his shoulder, groaning. “Dude, don’t say shit like that out loud.”

“Oh, so you’re homophobic now?” Eddie smirks, knows Jeff is the farthest thing from homophobic. He just isn’t a fan of Steve, or Eddie’s crush on Steve.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “Why don’t you go talk to him for once? Or am I gonna have to listen to you every day until one of you inevitably leaves this shithole town?”

“There’s no way he’d be interested in me. I’m a triple senior, dude.”

“Hey guys, we’re closing up. Do you need anything else?” The man in question smiles down at them, towel thrown over his shoulder and broom in hand.

“Sorry, nope!” Eddie squeaks out.

Jeff rolls his eyes as he stands. “Actually, Eddie here is looking for a summer job.”

Steve grins. “I need someone to close with! Robin’s mom is, like, so strict. She won’t even let her stay out past curfew for work.”

Eddie feels like he’s out of his body. “Oh. Yeah. Sure.”

Steve hands him the towel. It smells like bleach and chocolate.

“If you can help me close, I’ll put in the good word with the boss.”

Jeff laughs his way out of Scoops Ahoy while Eddie wipes tables, muttering to himself about doing stupid things for stupid boys. He’s nearly done when Steve turns off the lights.

“Sorry, we have a security light usually, but it’s not working.”

Eddie nods. Right. They’ll just finish in the dark.

“If you log the time you helped today, it can get added to your paycheck,” Steve explains.

He guides him to the back where there’s a book of names, mostly Robin, and clock in times. Eddie adds his.

“You like ice cream a lot?” Steve asks.

“Uh, I’m lactose intolerant?” Eddie replies.

Steve nods. “So you come to the ice cream shop because…”

“Because you look really good in that outfit.”

It’s out before he can stop it. Steve’s lips are on his before Eddie can understand what’s happening. Their hands are everywhere, covering skin that shouldn’t be exposed back here. They’re both hard, both leaking.

“Can I fuck you?” Steve asks.

“Here?”

“Please.”

He sounds so good begging like this, Eddie can’t say no.

There’s no lube to be found, but they make it work with Vaseline from the employee locker. Eddie’s stretched open quickly, just a hint of pain with the pleasure, the way he likes it.

Steve sits in the rolling chair and this is a bad idea. Eddie loves bad ideas.

He straddles Steve, rides him until the chair is wobbling and squeaking, ready to break.

“Tomorrow, you can fuck me,” Steve offers as he comes.

[legallyfem]

💐 — I’m just a girl…

awkward/lover boy travis x oblivious reader

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you and travis had a well established friendship… relationship? who knows. friends since middle school, you guys would always tell each other everything, but it always felt like there was something he wouldn’t tell you or he would sometimes ignore you the whole day, sitting alone at lunch while u stood behind him and slightly tugged at his shirt sleeve to sit with you.

(he really just had feelings for you and was a total drama queen about it.)

travis was always a closed off person and often avoided human contact as much as possible. he could be a complex person sometimes but it just takes a while to get to know him to understand him better.

most people just think he’s weird or only know him by the title flex (which he absolutely hates) or just ‘the coaches son’, which is better than flex. he’s okay with not being one of the most popular people there. after all, he really had all he needed, someone he could lean on, decent grades, and a friend that could double as a tutor! (you are the ‘tutor’ in question) what else could he need?

ever since you to met back in 5th grade, he’s had feelings for you, but he knew you were a bit.. hard in the head? and it took a while for you to understand certain feelings, so he just didn’t even try to confess.

he did try to make some moves though, like holding your hand for a bit longer than normal, sharing rations of food, hugs lasting a big more longer and he tried his best to make them feel more passionate, to maybe be a hint that he feels something for you.

he was always scared you didn’t feel the same way, but he also knew it wasn’t totally impossible because you were really never involved in any guy drama or have ever had any crushes from 5th grade all the way to your sophomore year in high school. he always found it weird because he thought this was the women’s ‘peak’ of crushes but he never spoke on it.

he is very insecure and very careful on everything that he does that involves you. he tries to not make things awkward but it’s in his nature. any conversation could quickly become awkward, but also quickly revive with how fast topics flow when he’s around you. you to could talk about anything for hours and he would never get bored. he cannot hold eye contact to save his life though. he’s always looking down at something or looking away, and if he is able to look you in the eye it’s because he either is fidgeting with a pencil or just a random rubber band.

like stated, he’s tried multiple times to try to get the hints accorded that he has some sort of feelings.

“oh, hey, [reader]. you look pretty today…” he mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck, watching you sit down next to him with a smile on your face.

“oh, thank you travis! i tried some new things today.” you said, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear as u got your stuff out of ur bag, waiting for class to start.

during this same class, he would make moves by moving his seat closer to your, interlocking his pinky with yours for a slight second before quickly moving his hand away and acting like nothing happened.

“what was that?” you whispered towards him as your hand moved to your desk.

“what are you talking about…? literally nothing happened?” he mumbled as he looked at you for a slight second before turning his head away, attempting to dismiss your worries.

part 2 tmr… imma get this short smuts out before i come back to this…

[forthegothicheroine]

Some things Jason Isaacs said in the video where he was talking about The Patriot:

He still thinks it's a good movie but worries when he hears about schools showing it in history class

They had a guy from the Smithsonian on set, and he would ask the guy "is this accurate?" and most of the time the answer was "no," and Isaacs is pretty sure they just had that poor guy on set so they could say they had a consultant from the Smithsonian

He did his best to make up a backstory for his character that made sense. Specifically, his father had gambled the family fortune away, and he was very bitter about that and thus determined to make his own fortune.

Isaacs has played a lot of soldiers and found that they need to not think of the men they're fighting as people, at least not in the moment. Thus, he said, while Tavington is a cruel bully, he finds him believable.

A bunch of reinactors played his men and always addressed him as Colonel and with military respect off the set, and he had no idea how to deal with that.

He had to keep telling the fight choreographers "I have to almost win before he kills me!" because they wanted the final fight to immediately crush him. (He got his way by the end.)

[cvnt4him]

hinting to tobio you like him is....not as easy as you think.

The kurasuno boys are practicing for a little while, you sit next to yachi and occasionally speak to her about whatever it is that comes to mind, laughing and giggling quietly to not disturb the practice.

You can't help but to admire the setter. He truly was graceful, hes so beautiful in his own way. Those luminescent blue eyes of his, so deep and full of life, full of potential. He's so sweet and stupid.

A small smile forms on your face as you watch closely, the boys bringing their practice to a final stop. You take the end of the day as an excuse to speak to him. It's not as if you guys aren't friends or haven't spoken to each other before, but ever since you've developed this silly crush on him you can't help but wanna be around him.

“ hey, nice practice, hm?”

“ yup.”

He was bland with you as he gave you a small nod as a 'thank you' for the bottle. You bite your lip with a smile as you look up to him, he closed his eyes and drank from his bottle tuning out the rest of the world. He was so pretty up close....

Again, it's not like you havent been near him before but...he's just so gorgeous....like when he's all sweaty and you can..smell him.........

You inhale deeply unintentionally, your thoughts taking over you and telling you to do it. It was so loud you think, you get embarrassed when he opens his eyes and raises one of his brows looking down at you. You groan and turn away mentally face palming and digging a hole in the ground.

You decided this was it. The worst he could say was no right? You decided to grow a pair and ask him out. Maybe like sus out the vibe before you do at least...

“ hey..so uh, tobi, are you like...busy sometime I—”

“ what did you call me?”

Huh-...he stops you mid sentence and stares at you, one brow cocked as he stared down at you. Kageyama isn't a shy person, he doesn't struggle with eye contact or talking to people like the average person would. It's almost as if he was leering over you with how tall he was...

“ uh.. i- y'know, everyone kind of uhm.. has a nickname and.. you....don't?”

He hums, one of his hands finding it's way to his hips and he thinks about it rather hard. You're honestly glad he's putting thought into it, because now you don't have to think about how cringey what you were about to say was.

“ ..hey yeah, you're right. tsukishima gets called tsukki, I think I've heard a few people call that idiot sho as well... why don't I have a nickname.”

He pouts to himself as he genuinely thinks about it more. It's so cute. He's so silly and stupid and himself, so dense to anything other than volleyball. Idiot. A smile brings itself back to your face as you giggle.

“ nicknames are normally a sign someone likes you, y'know?”

You aren't sure if he's listening or the hum he gave you was just to make you feel like he was. But you took it to heart.

“ I guess.”

His voice was rather bland, not giving much energy. Okay, you think to yourself...he's keeping it going, maybe this is the leverage you needed to sus out what you wanna hear.....

“ you're the first person to give me a nickname.”

“ is that right.”

He looks back at you, his normally stern face relaxing a bit. He nods and lets out a small 'mhm'. So fucking cute oh my goodness. You normally have such a hard time looking him in the eyes by the way he doesn't shy away or back down like you would, he holds eye contact perfectly. And goodness they are so effing gorgeous..

You let out a small scoff, one that catches his attention.

“ yeah..”

“ so what, have you never liked someone before?”

Kageyama turns his head to the side in confusion, he wasn't quite sure what you meant. Gosh he is so cute.

“ what do you mean?”

You giggle at his words, shifting your weight onto one of your legs as you cock your head to the side slightly, a smile still present as you don't look away from him.

“ have you never given anyone a nickname, y'know have you never liked anyone?”

He thinks about it once more, tobio can't exactly recall the last time he ever had feelings for someone. He's never given anyone a nickname. He's not even sure if he has had feelings for anyone.

“ hmm...no. I can't say that I have.”

Bingo. He's never been with anyone! Even better, he's never had feelings for someone!! But..its likely he doesn't even like people...not that he's in to animals or anything, but maybe he just doesn't have feelings for people.. maybe you don't stand a chance.

Your smile slightly fades as you think about it. Your eyes flickering away from his and moving towards the ground, your confidence fleeting as you're heavy in thought.

“ what uhm..kind of people would you say you're into, then.”

“ uh, probably someone with the same interests as me y'know. basics, I like volleyball so as long as they like volleyball too I think that's solid.”

You groan lightly and look back at him. It's not that you think volleyball is uninteresting or uncool or anything. You joined the club because you needed an extra curricular, y'know it helps your thing being a manager of them y'know. Getting to stare at hot boys was just a bonus.

“ huh. so I'd have to be into volleyball to go out with you. lame.”

“ yup.”

Kageyama was quick to answer before it even registered in his head.. you hum and pat his shoulder before walking away giving your 'goodnights' to everyone and leaving.

He watches you leave, his face as normal and stern. Kageyama stretches and gathers his stuff before Tanaka runs over with Hinata and noya joking and laughing

“ dude! she was flirting with you!”

Tanaka yells out slapping kageyama on the back, noya laughs and punches him in the arm.

“ wow man, I didn't know you had it like that! the rizz is rizzing.”

“ don't say that.”

Tsukishima says walking beside tadashi as he waves to everyone beside his taller friend.

“ what? y/n wouldn't flirt with me. y/n wouldn't try to ruin our friendship like that.”

“ what makes you think you can't be friends and in a relationship.”

“ that's why it's called 'girlfriend' dude.”

Noya and Tanaka tell kageyama, Hinata snickers and laughs at kageyamas stupidity.

“ I'm not surprised, of course you wouldn't know anything about relationships!”

“ SHUT UP, DUMBASS!”

Poor kageyama was all red and flustered now. He thought about it, you basically said you liked him... And it completely flew over his head..was he really that bad at relationships? He's never been in one. Would you dislike that? Why did you like him? You were friends?

Could you really be his friend and his girlfriend?

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*image of Jensen Ackles is used with permission of the photographer Mandi Lea Photography.

Summary for this chapter: Brandy has a spa day with her sister, then spends a weekend at BJs, beginning on the coldest night of the year.

Characters in this chapter: Brandy Miller x Soldier Boy, Amber Miller (Brandy’s sister)

Warnings/tags in this chapter: 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual content, Red Shoe Diaries grade fuckery (trench coat, stilettos, lingerie, and thigh highs lol), oral sex (male receiving),  nipple orgasm, throat orgasm

Words in this chapter: 3,200

Author’s notes: this fills #Coldest Day Of The Year square for @jacklesversebingo 

Thank you @talltalesandbedtimestories @deanwinchesterswitch and @bigmouthlass for the read throughs and green lights.

Spotify Playlist - key songs this chapter: "Need You Tonight" by INXS, "Kiss" by Prince, and "Pepper" by Butthole Surfers

CHAPTER ONE: Inconsiderate Neighbor

CHAPTER TWO: Someone Loses A Bet

CHAPTER THREE

“OK, we’re caffeinated, swaddled in spa robes, and sipping,” Amber examines her glass, “cucumber water. What are we talking about today?”

I’m blessed to have friends like Kimiko and Maggie, but sometimes, you need your sister.

I try not to sigh too heavily, but Amber notices and makes a yikes face. “Uh-oh. What?”

“My neighbor.” I shake my head in consternation.

“Who, the merc?” 

“Yeah.” I shift in my seat.

She turns into me with a concerned brow. “Is he harassing you?”

I shake my head. “I wish that was it.”

“Then what is it?” She reaches for my hand.

“I don’t know what to call it, but we’ve... kind of...” I shrug and pick at my cuticles.

Amber’s eyebrows pop. “Reeeally?” She sits back in her seat, appraising me with interest.

I nod and blush.

“Well, what’s the angst? I know you didn’t like him at first and thought he was a creep, but maybe he was just into you from the jump. Guys like that are pretty aggressive.”

“Like a schoolyard bully? We aren’t 12, Amber.”

“But he’s not harassing you. Or... pushing you? What aren’t you saying?”

“It’s- I feel- ugh.”

“Babe.” She leans forward again, concern returning.

“He’s so not my kinda guy, ya know?” I feel like we’re kids again, confiding about our crushes. I always feel that way with Amber. It’s pure and real, and I don’t have to worry that she’ll think less of me or judge me. “But I can’t stop thinking about him. And when we’re together, I’m just- I feel wild.”

Amber nods, listening intently.

“When have I ever been into the Bad Boy?!” I whine. “Never.”

She nods. “That’s my jam.”

“He’s all scars and tattoos, and swagger and chauvinism. He’s probably a Republican.”

Amber rolls her eyes.

“No offense.”

Amber and I are cut from the same cloth but dyed with very different pigments. She and I have never agreed on one single political or social issue; in fact, we didn’t speak to each other for a month after a drunken night arguing about gay marriage. Her ex-husband and father of her children was the Captain of the football team, who peaked in high school and turned out to be a deadbeat. Guys like him made my skin crawl, and still do. 

I always look for the clean-cut guy who does his own laundry and doesn’t attempt to speak on women’s reproductive rights unless he’s trying to agree with me. Amber zeroes in on the alpha-est male in the room; the bolder, the better.

“So, you’re having an existential crisis because you’re attracted to, and, I assume, banging your hot, probably Republican neighbor.”

“Yes,” I admit.

She nods, trying not to smirk. “Well,” she prods, “is it good?” She sips her water.

“Stupid good,” I sigh. “And I want so much to be mad about it.”

Amber doesn’t hold back a cackle. “Thoroughly fucking the memory of that pansy Eric from your memory, is he?”

My amusement stutters. “Kinda, yeah, but,” I look down at my cup of water. “I don’t think about a relationship outside the bedroom. I don’t wanna know what he believes in. I don’t wanna talk.”

Amber’s grin softens with understanding. We’re different women with different desires and needs, but she’s my sister; she doesn’t want me to be unhappy. 

“Maybe you just need whatever it is right now.”

I nod as I meet her eyes. “And... I’m afraid of how much more it might become.”

“Don’t let it. Turn your brain off for once,” she says, like I can just do that.

“I don’t have a brain switch, Ber. I have regrets, and remorse, and shame.”

Amber’s eyes fill with the ache we both know so well — cut from the same cloth of a sexually repressed mother and emotionally unavailable father.

“You’re also the most disciplined person I know. Your willpower constantly amazes me. Maybe this is your chance to figure out a new way to use that power.”

She has always fallen in love so easily, takes the ride, and lets her heart break just the same. I guard my heart, make safe choices, and am terrified of letting go.

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

The spa attendant brings us a small tray of cheese and fruit and two glasses of sparkling wine. She refills our water cups and then leaves us be.

“Do you have any pictures of him?” Amber asks, popping a chunk of white cheddar into her mouth before taking a sip of her wine.

I chew my bottom lip and pull out my phone to find the most recent picture saved to my camera roll. I snapped him sleeping on his side in my bed. He’s shirtless, top leg twisted and tucked in the blanket and bottom leg hanging out over the edge of the mattress. He looks posed in the dim light, his broad shoulders and chest on display, soft hair rumpled, forehead creased, and lips plumped and prominently framed by his neat, full beard.

“Hoo,” Amber exhales, wide-eyed, reaching for my phone. “That’s a man.”

I sigh as she swipes to enlarge and inspect the image. “The manliest. Problem is, men, generally speaking, are trash.”

“Brandy,” Amber groans, handing my phone back to me.

I huff a contrite laugh. “Sorry, my misandry is showing.”

“Yes.”

“Matches his misogyny.” I slip my phone into the pocket of my robe. “We’re a nice pair.”

“See?” she laughs. “En garde!”

Our spa day includes massages, facials, blowouts, and mani/pedis. Amber talks me into a Brazilian wax because “if he’s anything like you say he is, he’ll do things to you that’d make baby boy Eric run crying to his mama.”

At the end of our day, as we part ways to our respective cars, she tells me she’s sending me a link to her favorite “sexy blog.”

“This chick has the best ideas. I never would’ve thought about putting almond oil on my pussy, but, man, does it make them go crazy. And the shea butter on the nipples-” 

“He cannot keep his fingers and mouth off my nipples.”

“Well, you’ve got great tits. It runs in the family,” she mutters, tapping her phone screen, and my phone buzzes in my pocket. “Just wait at least 24 hours for that Brazilian to settle before letting him loose.”

And letting him loose is exactly what I plan to do.

I arrive home two hours later. BJ’s garage door is closed, so I don’t know if he’s even around. The last time we hooked up, he commandeered my phone while I was answering a text from Kimiko, unbuttoned my shirt, and snapped a pic of my bare breasts before texting it to his phone. So, now I have his number.

The next afternoon, almost 24 hours to the minute, I text him.

Me: hey

It takes him less than two minutes to reply.

Him: hey, Applejack. What’s up?

I send him the best of the 15 pics I took of my freshly waxed undercarriage.

Him: baby that is a thing of beauty

My belly flips because I can hear that reply in his voice. His full, rich, fuck-me-into-the-floor voice.

Me: your place or mine?

Him: give me an hour then get your hot little ass over here

His specific mention of my ass makes my belly flip three more times. 

Amber was right. Eric was vanilla as vanilla gets. We had an OK sex life in that I had orgasms, but he didn’t want to try new things. He was put off by things I suggested, things I had always been interested in doing or trying. I decided that it wasn’t worth pushing the issue, and I settled.

Before Eric, I’d joyfully, albeit briefly, experimented. I like impact, bondage, and being manhandled. I also like being in control from time to time, it’s relative. I once had a boyfriend who worked me up with ass play for a week before finally fucking me, and I’ve never forgotten the way that orgasm felt. He left for the Peace Corps soon after, and I never saw him again.

I take the time allotted by BJ to shower, exfoliate, and moisturize with oils and lotion. I pay special attention to my hands, feet, and lips, per the blog Amber sent me.

I’ve learned that BJ is scent-driven, so I mix a jar of vanilla, sandalwood, and cinnamon essential oils with coconut oil and add it to my bag of other tricks. This process has wound me up, turned me on, and I’m more ready for him than ever. My skin is silky smooth, and I smell like dessert.

Last week, I ordered several pieces of lingerie from various recommended sites. My favorite, and the one I pick to wear over there, is a sheer black set of a bra, panties, garters, and thigh highs from Bluebella. I drop a red silk knicker set from Lunya and a white Fleur du Mal teddy into the bag for good measure.

He’s going to love it.

With a fresh blowout artfully pinned up on my head, I slide my feet into my black patent leather stilettos and wrap myself in my creamy winter-white trench coat, tying a tight but easily unfastened bow at the waist before slamming a shot of Jameson, shouldering my bag, and walking out my door.

It’s freezing outside. Luckily, we haven’t had a lot of precipitation because I would definitely eat it in these shoes. I don't have far to go to reach his stairwell, though, so I’m there in no time and begin to climb.

At the top of the stairs, I take a deep breath and knock.

He opens the door, and my jaw drops. 

His hair is its usual soft, fuckable fluff. He’s wearing black and white camo pants and a black T-shirt; no surprise there. But...

“You shaved.”

He smirks, and my pussy clenches from the imminent possiblity of riding that freshly shaven face and those plump lips. 

“Gotta keep up with you, don’t I?”

He takes a few steps back to let me inside, and I follow his cue.

I didn’t think it was possible for him to be hotter. I hadn’t thought about how sharp his jaw would be under that beard, how much more prominent his lips would be. I am so dumb.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

His place is surprisingly tidy. The decor is simple and masculine. There are no family pictures on the mantle of his fireplace, no plants, no vases, no candles. His walls are adorned with framed professional photographs of outdoor scenes, one of a motorcycle, and one of an anonymous woman’s nude silhouette.

I walk to his dining area and set my bag on the table.

“What’s in the rucksack, Applejack?” 

I roll my eyes at his rhyme before turning to face him. “You’ll find out.”

His gaze drags down my frame to my stilettos before slowly traveling back up to meet my eyes. “What’s under the coat?”

He slides his hands in his pockets and stares.

I hold his gaze as I untie the bow holding my trench coat around me before letting it slide to the floor and pool at my feet.

He licks his bottom lip in between his teeth and saunters toward me. “You know how cold it’s gonna be tonight?”

I nod. “Coldest night of the year, they say.”

He mirrors my nod and purses his lips. “That little ensemble’s not gonna do much to keep you warm.”

I tilt my head. “Isn’t that your job?”

He smirks, stopping short of pushing me against the table. “Honey, I’m gonna make you so hot you’re gonna call the weatherman a liar.”

“What’re you waiting for?” I think I’m challenging him, but he probably expects that response.

He pulls me close, and my heels loudly shuffle across his polished wood floors. His hands roam my body, fingering lace and gripping flesh. 

“I’ll take my time, and yours.” He dips in to press a kiss to my neck and another to my collarbone. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“So do you,” I breathe into his ear, nuzzling his smooth jaw. “God, you make me so wet.”

He tilts back to look at me, drinking in everything from the perfectly placed pins in my hair to my immaculately applied makeup.

“This hairdo’s a little too perfect. Might have to do something about that. Right before I wreck this silky smooth pussy.” One hand travels down to tuck between my thighs, and his fingers tease the sheer fabric of my crotch. “Over and over. But first, I wanna see what I’m really working with here.”

He hooks his fingers inside the leg of my panties, slips them up the back, and groans. “Now I know you aren’t leaving this place until I’ve had every inch of you.”

I spent so much time wondering why I couldn’t stop thinking about him, even berating myself for being attracted to him and all he has to offer. But Benjamin James Davis III is filled and fueled by the most exquisite corruption, and now all I want to know is how and when.

His temple nudges my jaw as he mouths the thin skin of my neck, kissing, licking, and lightly scraping his straight, white teeth over my pounding pulse. With his hands at the small of my back, fingers pressed hot into my bare skin, and his hips flush against my body, I’m confident enough to relax my weight all the way back.

He effortlessly supports me as his mouth travels lower to take his time, just like he promised, tonguing the length of my collarbone. He shifts his weight to keep me steady as he reaches up to circle one of my nipples with the pad of his middle finger over the soft, sheer lace of the balconette cup. When his hot, wet lips close over my other nipple, I moan and grip his shoulder.

His tongue swirls, and his fingers rub and pinch. He reaches over to pull the fabric out of the way and blows a cool stream of air across my dampened skin, making my nipples pucker.

“So pretty,” he mutters, laving and flicking my bare nipple as he squeezes my other breast in his large, warm hand.

He works his way up to firmer pulls and sucks, alternating, pulling the lace down to expose my othe nipple. He uses his teeth and fingernails intermittently. My chest and neck heat and tingle, and my cunt throbs and weeps.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I whisper, clutching his T-shirt in my fist. “Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna.” He sucks hard then soft, flicking and pulling, inhaling and exhaling. “Come, baby,” he breathes.

I gasp and shake in his arms, coming silently, violently with his mouth closed around my nipple.

He gathers me into a full embrace, and I rest my head on his shoulder to catch my breath as he sways from side to side. 

“You were so quiet,” he says, pulling back to look down at me, not questioning, just stating the fact. He’s unsurprised — not smug, but rightfully pleased.

It’s funny because I’m never quiet when I come unless I try. That was something else. I can’t explain it, but I feel amazingly calm and focused.

He caresses my cheek with his knuckles and smiles. “Come sit.”

He leads me to the couch by the hand, cupping his visibly hard cock over his camo pants. He motions for me to sit on the edge of his sofa, and I do so, like I’m floating on a cloud. 

“Now,” he says, unfastening his pants. “Open your mouth, Brandy.”

I tilt my chin up to make sure I don’t miss a second of the look in his eyes and roll out my tongue like a red carpet.

He isn’t wearing underwear. His cock is red and straining hard. He cups the back of my head and guides his tip to rest on my tongue as he brushes my hair from my eyes.

“Stay still and do exactly as I tell you.” His smirk deepens, wicked and dark. “You’re gonna hate how much you love this.”

I nod, my emotions suddenly swirling, causing me to struggle with maintaining the eye contact I need and he clearly demands. I blink and breathe through my open mouth, trying to recenter myself. 

“Breathe through your nose and relax.”

I nod again, and he pushes his heavy, ridged cock along the length of my tongue. He slides forward and back, humming and massaging the back of my head. I keep breathing through my nose and holding his gaze, but my mouth begins to fall closed of its own volition.

He sharply taps my cheek. “Ah-ah. Exactly what I tell you and nothing else.”

His eyes are burning hot, and I blink in acquiescence, drawing a deeper inhale through my nose. 

He nods as he resumes gliding in and out, forging a path into the wet muscle inside my mouth. My jaw trembles, and I whimper. He delivers an unconvincing sound of sympathy before gripping my jaw, clutching the hinge with his fingers and thumb. 

“Better?” he murmurs.

All I can do is grunt and blink. 

He keeps my jaw painfully open as he swells against my tongue and works his way closer to my throat. The third brush of his tip to my uvula activates my gag reflex, and he stills, squeezing my jaw tighter.

“Relax.”

I blink slowly but maintain eye contact and do as I’m told.

When he starts to nudge down my throat, a quaking sensation begins in my gut, and my whole body heats up. My throat opens, and I beg him with my eyes to go deeper. 

My hands fly to his thighs, wanting more, but he swats them away without missing a push to fill me thoroughly. His grip loosens from my jaw, and he easily holds the back of my head with both hands, settling in, holding me still, and smothly fucking down my larynx, solid and deep.

He whispers, “Good girl,” and caresses my cheeks with his thumbs, looking down at me, adoring and commanding. The slide of his cock against my tongue and in my throat and the bump of his pelvis against my chin provokes thoughts unbidden of him fucking my pussy just as smooth and deep.

I want to grab onto him, to pull him further inside. My skin burns with heat, and I’m drooling and whining. Then, suddenly, I’m coming again, powerfully, convulsing with tears leaking from my eyes.

He takes a step back, pulling out, cradling the back of my head, and squeezes the base of his cock. “Baby, breathe. Fuck, I need to come,” he mutters.

I’m gasping as he yanks my head back and spurts hot and wet across my neck and chest.

“Fuck,” I breathe, reaching for him.

He’s chuckling and breathless as he settles down on his coffee table facing me, then pulls me in for a long kiss. It’s intense and warm, and I feel like climbing inside him and never leaving.

“That was so fucking hot,” he whispers, pressing our foreheads together. 

We breathe in each other’s air for a few moments before he pulls away. “You hungry?”

And then he’s up and headed to the kitchen, leaving me blissed out and buzzing in his living room.

Chapter Four coming soon...

Series Master List | Other Soldier Boy Fic

What did you think?

[aysouday]

The Golden Raven Spoilers

Part 2

Ok now let's talk about the good parts

1. I loved Andrew in this book. I love all the fox cameos. From Aaron driving Andrew's car to Nicky being angry in court to Renee figuring out Jean's crush on on Jeremy. I wish these two teams were in closer states so we could see even more of our foxes.

2. Andrew being protective of Neil

"Did Johnson touch Neil?" I was screaaaaaming. Then when he stopped smoking so he could be better at Protecting Neil. OMG I NEED ANDREW POV. NORA PLEASE😭

3. Also I just know Nora is gonna finish the 3rd book with USC finally winning the finals against the foxes, and it's just so mesmerising at how Jeremy says the foxes can't pull miracles two years in a row, but they are literally gonna win all the necessary games to go to championships without two of their best players (neil and andrew) and with a messed up new team (all the drama with the freshmen) and still beat Penn State at the end to face the Trojans. Bold of Jeremy to assume these guys will give up or give ground. I'm also eager to see how far Neil and Andrew has come since they've both been training with Keving for months now.

4. Idk why but I love Derek and Derrick so much. The oui senor scene had me laughing for 5 minutes straight. And they are so chill and cool about everything, I wish we saw them more.

Also what was up with Cherise or whatever her name was lmao

5. Just a random thought I have is that literally no couple is tsc is straight😂 the only ones I can think of are wymack and abbey, Derrick and Cherise, and Xavier and min but we rarely see them so they don't count.

6. HAVE A WINNING DAY WITH A THUMBS UP

7. Neil is just dropping bomb after bomb in every interview😂😂😂😂😂😂he is so shameless I love it

8. Can we talk about how Rhemann was so understanding and supportive of Jean. He really was a great father figure

Wymack 2.0

9. Andrew's gaydar picking out Jeremy is gay in 5 seconds is never not gonna be hilarious😂😂😂😂bro was only in the house for a few minutes yet he figured out everything

10. Jeremy being like I wanna show kevin all the wonders of california, then spending the rest of the day playing board games with him lmao

Go to part 3 for the rest

[fruit-fight]

Oh shit sorry that anon was me! Lmao! I forgot to sign like I usually do, so I get a notification for the corresponding blog. Oops. I was actually distracted while I wrote that, don't remember what I was doing tho.

First of all, hi~ I'm honored to be speaking to you and even more honored you liked my random ass thought. I fucking love your art style, keep it up! You want to use my dialog? Go for it! Just tag me in the update so I can read asap.

Second, omfg YES. KIDS DESERVE CRASHOUTS. I don't see many aus like this, and I thought it'd be an interesting turning point in the kids' relationship with MK, if not the plot. Wukong would be CRUSHED if he witnessed this, but you said shadowpeach's turning point would be after dealing with lbd. So, I thought it would help the kids process the transition in dynamic by starting a little earlier with the problems that can be fixed.

These are all things he needs to hear from his Dad, but listening to MK go on and on about how much Wukong loves each and every one of his kids helps, at least a little. This stranger is just so sincere in how amazing he thinks he is with evidence he'd only know if Wukong told him. If his Dad bragged about him. If there's one thing I know, parents who love their kids like nothing else don't. Shut. Up. I wouldn't be surprised if Wukong, despite not wanting to get close to MK himself at first, can't not slip in to rambling about his kids once MK knows they exsist and unconsciously labels himself as a non-threat to them.

Mk gets to sit through hours of training where Wukong is making comments and bragging about his kids without realizing. "C'mon, kid, ____ had this stance down like two months after they first started, don't tell me you have less balance than a wittle 100 year old" "I'm only 21-" "And mortal. I thought you guys were faster at this whole learning thing." "UGH!" "None of my cubs complain this much either. Even when they need to eat [insert food they equally hate]" He's insufferable. Makes MK's own insecurities flare-up sometimes but in a way that's indigant on the cubs' behalf like, if they're that great, why are you training me???

And now he gets to watch the result of a kid who misses the times with their father that Wukong talks about ALL THE TIME. Knocks down MK's hero worship a couple healthy pegs while they're at it. Monkey King is awesome, but holy shit his mentor is stupid as a dad if he let his cub get to this point. His dadsy and papa never let him feel like less or unloved, let alone get to the point hes taking it out on others, even though Mk was just a random kid that walked into their life back then, too. Makes him feel even worse.

A heart to heart that helps the cub start to understand that neither he nor MK has stake in this conversation and it's entirely the stubborn adult monkeys that need to figure out themselves but until then the kids have each other and need to remember that their parents adore them. Mk assures them that his door, arms, or ears are always open. He's a friend, not a rival.

"You could never be Shadow the Hedgehog" IS A WICKED LINE, especially coming from a kid who's mom is literally your hero and mentor's Shadow(the Hedgehog)! Also unlike MK, this kid isn't running around with "motherless" behavior like a HOOLIGAN LMAO. Fr tho MK do you own no other clothing? You dress in the same thing every day, even train, work, and chill in the same outfit, like a damn cartoon character. 🙄

Wonder how he'll react when he finds out MK actually comes from a loving home with two dad's. Is free noodles actually married in this au? That'd be the Icing on the fucking cake. "Motherless² ass nerd" or more jealousy bc his dad's can't get their shit together.

I feel a potential child of divorce crash out stewing. "You already have your dad's. Why are you stealing mine!? Why are you ripping them apart more! Papa doesn't love us anymore, and it's all YOUR FAULT!(because if it's not, then we're not good enough- I'm just not good enough)"

Monkey in the middle ass kid

That last paragraph really did hit me like oh god what have I done to this poor kid😭

I was gonna say they can all have complicated dads who should be in a relationship but are not, but bro those last liners? They changed my mind real quick

Yes free noodles are married and happy, MK has a happy family

Now let’s have him watch this 13 year old crash out with the impending sense of guilt that he helped that happen

(Don’t mind me as I write down that dialogue,,, anon on what crack were you when you wrote that good job fr😭😭)

Can you imagine MK trying hard to convince this crying kid that his dad definitely, full heartedly loves him, that his dads may not be together but they’re not together because they’re dumbasses who everyone can tell love each other but are too stubborn to see it

And above everything this kid, this kid who keeps curling in on himself making him look even more smaller and vulnerable, IS GOOD ENOUGH, no matter what anyone thinks, he has always been enough and his worth is not dictated whether someone loves him or not, but just him being here and alive makes him enough.

I’m crying at the club gang

Also

I’m definitely using Motherless^2 ass nerd at some point😭

[aro-absol]

I hate how when I come out to other people as aromantic I'm so often met with a version of "don't you think you'll find the one?" and them telling me that I should be open minded and not rule out dating completely.

Like, why do they feel like they need to tell me that? Those words just revive all my doubts that I shouldn't call myself aro and that I'm not "valid" as aromantic. Do they not understand that it took a lot of courage to tell them this personal thing about myself and that them immediately questioning what I've said won't make me feel better?!

It took me over a year of soul-searching to gain the confidence to use this word to describe myself and my experiences, and their first reaction to me letting them in on this knowledge is that I have to be wrong and that it's not okay for me to call myself that.

I literally would have been fine if they just said, "okay, cool."

I hate that aromanticism is still seen as something so negative that people's first reaction to a coming out as aromantic is to console the person coming out (by invalidating them).

[bamsara]

So is the reason for Tyren getting more unhinged the side effects of the devotion necklace, or was this a downward spiral he would have gone done regardless of the necklace? I remember you talking about how the necklaces have consequences, and I'm curious if this is one of them.

Yeah!

Tyren would have been an already overly-doting and even jealous character on his own without the loyalty necklace, (and had been due to his crush on the Lamb even before recieving it, and what happens when you reject followers in-game) but his spiral into a unhealthy obsession and idolization was aided by the loyalty necklace.

If it was given to perhaps a regular, less devoted follower, the effects maybe wouldn't have had such severity. But Lamb got the materials/necklace from the mystic seller and isn't fully aware of the effects it might have on their followers yet.

So, dog is unhinged a bit on his own, but amplified by the necklace. He's originally friendly, caring and sweet. But you take good traits, too much of a good thing, and they can turn bad

[nrvcntr]

imagine being at some event with gale and other professors and it’s this fancy formal thing with dancing and stuff and gale has this douchey colleague who absolutely adores you and asks you to dance and you’re like yeah sure i guess

cut to gale across the room seeing HIS partner dancing with another man, causing him to cut in and let you know that he forgot to show you something in his office that is really important so the two of you should go check that out like right now. a definitely real thing. not an excuse for him to bend you over a desk. that would be ridiculous. totally.

[5leggedlamb]

while I do relate to SOME. emphasis on SOME aspects of shadow milk - namely the crushing weight of both loneliness and helplessness (and the, KOF silly, KOF theatrics, except mine are better, 100% -eats him to establish dominance-); I believe his character could've been handled a bit differently. I don't really like the legendary costume thing (and how they made shadow milk more on brand with pure vanilla's theme, like please let them live in their own respective lanes? please?? keep them separate you don't have to go so far as to have matching outfits with your coworkers as far as I'm concerned) or how devsisters commercialized and capitalized off of the chapter 8 and the sort of "bond" shadow milk shares with pure vanilla. I think Shadow Milk can be a likeable character, no matter how much I want to shake and squeeze him but the way Devsisters is playing in the fandom's narrative/fancy bothers me some. Like. Most of the time, canon and fanon are two separate things, sometimes separated by an ocean - what am I saying, an ABYSS, and I'm fine with that, I even feel like it should stay like that. Sure, developers and creators are allowed to play into the fanon's shenanigans, and ultimately I'm just a nameless user on the internet what am I going to change about that; but I do believe it should be kept somewhat at bay. Like this whole PV/SM thing is… How to say. Somewhat invasive, almost. And I don't really like the way Devsisters has played into it SO MUCH (that tier list video. can we. like. ok it was funny, but do it for the ancients and other beasts too at least please). I would've preferred to be able to fully enjoy my Pure Vanilla without constantly being reminded of the clown.

And about the debt thing, I think if they did like more events centered around specific cookies, they might rake in more money. They could even do polls to figure out who the community wants to see next, because I'm sure every single cookie is someone's favorite. I don't know, I feel like I'm not articulating my thoughts very well I can only hope you guys see what I'm talking about jzihek 😭

I can't really speak for Ovenbreak players, as I've only ever played CRK, but I can sense your pain through my screen, stay strong 🙏

That being said, I AM excited about Silent Salt. I secretly hope they'll really play into the "oh they actually betrayed the Beasts" narrative,, AND KEEP THAT BUG DESIGN I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE PLEASE DEVSISTERS ahem. As I was saying I kinda hope they'll go for the... Yeah Beasts and Ancients must unite against this new, universal threat, because otherwise everyone is doomed narrative. That's what I would do, anyway... Maybe Silent Salt could be seeking to awaken the ultimate cookie,, who knows??

No, Merchant, feel free to complain to your hearts content. I'm certainly much meaner to ugly blue alastoroncelerbillcipherspamton from temu and every last inch of his undeserved popularity. I seethe because as an Ovenbreak player of SEVEN YEARS, none of my faves get remembered in a tweet, let alone merchandise. The dragons, who all took over five years to collectively come out, got a pin set and devsis wiped their asses with them then moved on. I waited over a YEAR for another sugar nova odyssey update to come out because xylitol nova and astronaut are my favorite cookies ever and I'm still fucking waiting 🫠 meanwhile the beasts are getting shat out every 3 months with the most rushed nonsensical recycled plotlines held together with scotch tape because making profit is what really matters here, not competent storytelling. I wouldn't even be this furious if the beasts got equal attention and spotlight but we both know that's not true hahaha 😬 they love to shove their (really badly designed) golden cow in our faces because Smilk was lab engineered to get sexyman tumblr girlies screaming their heads off while not even being 1/4th the interesting character they want you desperately think he is. JUSTICE for burning spice, mystic flour, and everyone else who will get done dirty for this boring walmart Jevil 😒

Oh my gosh 🤣🤣🤣 tell us how you REALLY feel, Anon, let it all out. It's not healthy to bottle up your emotions like that (you might want to stay anonymous though, I don't think either of us want an angry mob at your doorstep lol)

I'm anticipating a ramble (as I am wont to do) so under the cut it goes

Gonna start by saying I DO like Shadow Milk. I really do. It took me a little while for him to grow on me when he first appeared, admittedly (ESPECIALLY his voice...), but I am genuinely fond of the little blue jester man. But he's certainly not my favorite, far from it. That title belongs to Burning Spice and Burning Spice alone lol. The only reason I ever turned the English audio back on (I usually play the game in Japanese, I love hearing my fave anime characters speak lol) was so I could hear that gorgeous baritone of his... Burning Spice is everything to me. I love his design, I love his voice, I love his dialogue, I love his personality, I love him soooooo much. He's my babygirl. If Silent Salt turns out anything like the character I've constructed inside of my head, then he will share the #1 spot with Spice. I'll go ahead and say that right away

I'm upset because, like you said, it feels like he got majorly shafted while Shadow Milk gets all the praise and attention. Mystic Flour as well, poor girl, but I'm focusing on Spice just to drive the point home a bit better. He didn't even get a fucking countdown. What was his little merch thing? That weird ass candle (I thought it was a vase at first lol) and that's it. Furthermore, his story feels the least developed. There was and is SO MUCH that could have been said about him as a person as well as his dynamic/connection with Golden Cheese, that wasn't for whatever reason. Episodes 5 and 6 feel like they're missing something (and you feel what the "something" is in that brief flashback to Spice's past. There's more to what became of him than "I was bored", there HAS to be. Boredom is a symptom, not the cause. I maintain that this theory of mine has merit, and it would've been nice if they dove deeper into it than they did), you know? And I hate it. I hate that Spice is basically the forgotten middle child of the Beasts while Shadow Milk gets all the glory. Seriously, for Shadow Milk:

They changed their YT avatar to him for a while (it has ALWAYS been Gingerbrave, they never changed it once to anyone else all these years). iirc they did this on Twitter too

They dedicate an HOUR LONG commentary video to episode 7 and Shadow Milk (arguably fair, because it WAS the 4th anniversary. But even so. Did they do this for any other Beast? Any other episode? Any other anniversary?)

They give him a costume (a legendary one, at that) plus a set with his Ancient. NO OTHER Beast/Ancient pair has that, and I struggle to imagine they ever will. Do you understand what I would do to have a BS/GC costume set? DO YOU???

They make an exclusive, limited edition plushie (that caused a massive shitstorm iirc, justice for everyone that got fucked over during that and fuck scalpers)

They make a whole ass pop-up store event themed entirely around Shadow Milk and episodes 7 and 8

Why? Because he's the fan favorite lol. He's long since been the golden child of this community, and now we know he's Devsisters' golden child, too. (And they're desperate for money because they're drowning in debt. That's also probably why they released Shadow Milk on the 3rd anniversary: to drum up interest on a milestone anniversary by bringing in a beloved character. Thematically/narratively, Shadow Milk should've been released last. But that's just my opinion.)

Again, I really do like Shadow Milk. I call him "Walmart Bill Cipher" affectionately (and because he genuinely does remind me of Bill. In fact, I think Bill might've inspired SM to some degree). But it's unfortunate that other characters, the other Beasts especially, are pushed aside and ignored just so Shadow Milk can hog all the spotlight. It is with a very intense grimace that I agree that Shadow Milk is a Tumble sexyman. He fits the stereotype to a T. It would serve us all well to accept that truth. He even got added to the Tumblr sexyman wiki before it turned to flour lol. Burning Spice is... NOT a Tumblr sexyman. He is a regular old hunk. Tumblr was never in the business of liking big, beefy hunks, at least not the Tumblr I knew 10 years ago lol.

I'm also, to reference it again, just really disappointed that so little was and is done to explore the other Beast/Ancient pairs - and the fandom is guilty of this, too (not to knock the PV/SM anaylses at all! They're all fantastic and I genuinely do understand and love the deep, complex connection between them!). To go back to BS and GC, because they're my lifeblood (not just for shipping reasons I swear)... it's particularly egregious to me that THEIR dynamic wasn't given the attention and detail it deserves. They are LIFE AND DEATH, the very foundation of the world itself, things I (personally) consider significantly more important than truth and deceit because it is from life and death that all else springs forth. Truth and deceit are things you actively look for; life (abundance) and death (destruction) are just there, everywhere you look, even within yourself. You can close your eyes, ears, heart to the truth and you can learn to shun, decipher, defend against deceit; there is no escape from life nor death. None whatsoever. And so much can be done with that. So much can be done with them. Burning Spice and Golden Cheese need each other in the exact same way that Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla need each other. They parallel each other quite a bit, too. They're so similar and so different. They could have and SHOULD HAVE had so much to say to and about each other, like what Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla have. But that didn't happen. Didn't happen with Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour, either. All of that love and care and philosophical exploration goes to the clown and the Jesus Christ allegory. Which is FINE, I'm not saying to leave those two hanging, just... show some of that love to the beefcake and the bird, too. And Korean Batman (Cacao reminds me of Batman, I'm sorry 🤣) and Ms. Angel of Death, too. Please, man. Truth and Deceit aren't the only dichotomy that matters and is worthy of thought and discussion

(and oh my God, dude. The Ovenbreak shit. I've been playing for as long as you, and that shit is diabolical at this point. We get ONE dragon update a year, and they always leave us on the most painful cliffhanger of all time each time. (And this last one... I have many issues, but the most glaring one of all: WHERE THE FUCK IS FIRE SPIRIT??? WHY ISN'T HE IN THE STORY??? HE IS INTRINSICALLY LINKED TO PITAYA DRAGON! THEY HAVE AN UNBREAKABLE BOND BECAUSE OF THEIR DEAL THAT GRANTED HIM SOME OF PITAYA'S POWER AND SAVED HIS LIFE! HE SHOULD BE AN INTEGRAL PART OF THIS ARC! HE SHOULD BE AT THE FOREFRONT! IF PITAYA GETS HURT, HE GETS HURT! FIRE SPIRIT'S WELL-BEING IS DIRECTLY TIED TO PITAYA'S AND THE DRAGON'S VALLEY AND BOTH ARE IN SERIOUS JEOPARDY!!! Oh God I can scream about this for so long. I have a similar issue with the Red Dragon arc in CRK, WHY WASN'T FIRE SPIRIT THERE?) I LOVE the dragons, I love their relationship with each other, I love the conflict between them, even the unique bonds/quarrels between specific ones! And their storyline is picked up and dropped over and over again, left to collect dust until they feel like continuing the story. Hell, remember Gingerbrave and co.'s quest to find where that wizard compass is pointing, and to find a place for them to build a peaceful life away from the Witches? Me neither lol. Sea Fairy's great sacrifice with Sugarteara and the cursed pearl? (SF was done SO dirty in Kingdom, she's an actual character in OB and in CRK all she cares about is Moonlight, to the point that she lets an entire civilization fall to ruin because she refuses to do her fucking job) The Xylitol gang... Well, as of writing this, that's the next update... Which will give us another legendary cookie, hardly 3 months after Dreamweaver lol. Fuck Stevia Nova, I already don't give a damn. Give me more Xylitol Nova and Astronaut and that's it

I have a lot more to say (especially about BS and GC, God I could talk about them FOREVER, they're so interesting to me), but I think I've rambled enough lol. All the love for Shadow Milk, truly, but all the love and justice for Burning Spice and the other Beasts and every other character that gets ignored, too

[beargregor]

Chef greg delivery just for you. it's a wonder I hadn't bearified him yet, he's my fave greg too 🔪

gays literally only want one thing (to be chopped up and eaten by a depressed man) and it's fucking disgusting

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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