#honestly just a brain fart

[thedistortedfroggit]

A Creative's Thought About Error and BluebERROR

....ok, I've just gained a realization and a theory while trying to think of an hypothetical--so just... Have you guys ever watched/read underplayer? Well, I'm going to be using the same concept of FUN value here so just..brace yourself Think of FUN value, and how, in the game, its able to change things that weren't there before....like a certain phone call, or a certain door, or a certain character in hotland.

What if, to those without or have left their timeline--they are given a set FUN value of their own? a FUN value similar, or perhaps more than their timeline? that FUN value lets that Sans, Frisk, Papyrus or whoever survive outside their timeline, perceive and interact with other AUs? or what if they always had that FUN value? but it was controlled by the timeline. All characters were given a FUN value, but they couldn't do anything with it because it was controlled by the RESET button.

Ok, that rant aside, where am I going with this? What if, long contact with the anti-void...a place outside ANY timeline or AU causes one's FUN value to change overtime? what if FUN kept the character alive? Think of it like this, do you know how your body would give itself a fever or make itself sick as a defence mechanism? Like...sure, it sucks and its painful--but atleast you're still alive against whatever even MORE bad and painful thing is in your body rn.

What if that was something FUN could do? change a human or monster to adapt to change? Like, Geno and Swap staying in an unfamiliar and, honestly, dangerous environment for a long period of time would probably affect their FUN value as..yk.....they aren't in their oh so familiar timeline anymore.

.... I realize that I'm making "getting stuck in the anti-void so long that they become a glitch" comparable to what is basically getting sick after flying to a new country ANYWAY

yeah, new environment sickness is probably the best way to explain this. Except, they don't feel the sickness until their body is starting to get used to their new environment. How do they know their body is getting used to the anti-void?

The voices. Both Geno and Swap heard their screams, screaming back, What if this was the sign their bodies were adapting to their environment? What if those screams were actually us talking to them? but their[Geno and Swap's] FUN value was still too low to comprehend our words, let alone our existence--so they register our words, our existence as their own words.

then their change into a glitch; This would be when their FUN value changed to properly fit their environment. Its been shown to be very painful(atleast I think? When BluebERROR described it, he said it to be painful--like eating something very spicy but it was all over unbearable)

It could be something akin to evolution, if going by my thought of their FUN value changing to fit their environment.. Evolution is something meant to be slow and span over decades, of course it would hurt if it happened only in the span of a few days or weeks--heck, even in a few years since evolution is a slow process.

But going back to the FUN value theory thing, like how when the FUN value changed in the main game, it caused different occurrences to happen, Error and Swap's change in their FUN value could allow them to comprehend us, creators, askers--whatever.

Anyway, yeh. Thats it. This got off the rails really fast. I'll probably have to cut out what this was originally about.

TL;DR: Thought about FUN value attributed to individual characters, and the anti-void being outside any timeline or AU caused Geno and Swap's FUN value to change so they could survive in the anti-void. Due to their FUN value making forcing them to adapt to the anti-void, their bodies changed aswell(turning them into Error and BluebERROR)--and when they fully adapted to the anti-void they were able to interact and comprehend the 'voices'(some askers, creators) who reside in the anti-void, outside the AUs and timelines to watch over, guide or control them without being physically in there. Thank you for coming to my ted talk! @askerrorsans-s2 -- 👈Heres where I got some of the ideas about this whole thing! @loverofpiggies -- 👈Heres originally made the main stars of this whole rant!

Go follow them! They're great! :D

[crustyfloor]

seen a interesting post on Twitter regarding the pencil line from Till, that said that this line signifies that Ivan WAS on Tills mind, especially since this was a incident that happened when they were young, and that this was his way of saying "I see you"

Really now....truthfully I didn't know how else to read pencil.exe other than Till just wanting his pencil back, but hearing this I feel like my eyes were opened

Ivan has been said to have a perk for stealing Till's things and giving them back to him like an evil secret Santa, and I always found it odd why he was never told off for it, Till is smart, and has been smart since he was a kid, surely he would catch onto the fact that all these trinkets of his were stolen and just so miraculously found by Ivan? I think the dude just genuinely didn't mind, letting Ivan humor himself since at least he wasn't gatekeeping his stuff. And so the pencil, why would he have such a care for it anyway? well, the goodbye cards were made when Ivan and Till were ultimately about to be separated, I think their relationship may have strained a bit after they all passed,(?) something had to happen because the way Till was about the pencil was the most indirect question alluding to a direct statement I've ever seen. Till was so utterly focused on Mizi but a part of him did want to keep Ivan close when they were kids, why this was the way to regard that? why he couldn't do anything else? well, I guess this was just the most kid Till with his mixed feelings about Ivan could do, because even if he saw Ivan as a nuisance i myself am sure that he considered Ivan a close friend despite Ivan thinking he didn't.

I also found some context and it stated that Till already had his pencil back. Ivan had found it for him, so whats with mentioning it now? I think that was Till's attempt to get Ivan to talk to him again and explain himself so that Till could swing in and try to build their friendship back. Ivan was always on Till's mind and he cared deeply about him, the pencil was only an excuse to say "I see you, I will always remember you." but Till just didn't have the greatest methods of getting that across to Ivan,

And I assume they never did approach the topic of the pen so Ivan and Till never got the chance to talk again and steadily grew apart, and here we are now. but at least we have some idea that Till didn't really hate Ivan or something, this is a plausible take on the deeper meaning of pencil.exe imo.

[makorragal-312]

Okay, I know that I put up a post speculating about how Chris would interact with Marisol, but rewatching his conversation with Buck is making me think of a possible avenue the show could go with his feelings on Eddie and Marisol's relationship.

Earlier, I said that that I saw Chris being distant with Marisol and not making an active effort in getting to know her because her being with Eddie meant that they'd be seeing Buck less. But now? What if Chris still ends up being distant and not trying to form a connection with Marisol, not necessarily because he hates the relationship...

But because he's just waiting for her to walk out just like his mom did with him and Eddie.

And as much as I hate seeing Chris be hurt, Marisol leaving is necessary.

Because she's gonna be the last person to leave.

And Buck is gonna be the first person to actually stay.

I really hope this made sense.

[crisscrosscannibal]

Hannibal kinsona :3 I am cringe, but I am free!!! me when I'm wwliterally.... hand on balls licker... eehehehe

[bakawitch]

Random au where Yugi gets a humanised Zorc dumped on him with the task of redeeming the asshole. Obviously, teaching him friendship lessons is not gonna work, but at least he's out of the gods' hair for the time being. Ryou gets to break a vase over his head as a special treat <3

[foxstens]

my stupidity truly knows no bounds when i'm playing games

[reinemichele]

I teach myself how to make mashups and the first thing I do is mash these two together

[benevolentvampire]

it's 7am and i have not slept

[neuvistar]

LUST WITHIN.

— featuring ┊jing yuan, dan heng, gepard x f!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: pregnancy sex, mentions of pregnancy, not proofread, they’re so gentle w u foreals! somewhat!, slight titsucking oop, dirty talk, slight slightttt vaginal fingering, u were just feeling a lil horny guys dw abt it, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊hihi! i had like a few brain farts n i was working on like 3 fics at the same time that wasn’t a good idea but well i was half asleep while writing this so it’s kinda messy + i still have a lot of drafts so some requests might come in late whoopsies pls b patient

✦ JING YUAN

“i’m gonna get you pregnant, sweetheart.”

you stared at him in disbelief, eyes travelling down to your huge belly and then back to his gaze, tilting your head. “.. but i’m already—“

“twins, angel. i’ll give you twins.”

jing yuan tried his hardest to hold himself back, he loved just how sensitive you were.. squirming underneath him as you flinched at the most slightest touch from him, the tips of his fingers running up your back as you felt your legs shake every slam of his hips. you gasped at the feeling of his thrusts gently rubbing against your walls, careful not to hurt you or cause any discomfort. you were desperate for him, he knew that. jing yuan kept your knees pinned on the mattress licking his lips at the sight of his cum seeping out of your drenched cunt, savouring in the feeling of your insides pulsing around him. a white ring was glazed around his cock, not wasting any time to interest two fingers inside.

“yeah.. you like it when i fuck you like this, angel? look at you.. you’re creamin’ all over my cock sweetheart..” he was absolutely drenched in sweat, his bangs sticking to his face as he pushed your hair away from your face. “let me see you, dove. let me see just how well i fuck you.” your pussy throbbed at his words, choked moans leaving your throat as you could almost feel every inch of his dick inside of you. he was so careful with you.. the tip of his cock kissing your cervix at every thrust he gave you, deep and loving. jing yuan brought a hand to your belly, gently smoothing the fabric over it as his thumb drifted over your belly button. “m’ gonna give you another, dove. this pretty pussy is too good for me to waste just like that, right?”

he grunted as your cunt clenched around him again, feeling your warmness around him. he absolutely lost it, groaning once more before picking up the speed of his thrusts, bringing his large hand to squeeze your throat, the other finding itself on your waist. “fuck.. good, good girl. such a good girl baby.. takin’ my cock so well.” his touch.. drove you absolutely crazy. you were pregnant, you were a lot more sensitive than usual and that didn’t make it any better.. your mouth hung open in pleasure, you were losing your mind over how much pleasure your dearest husband was giving you. at this point, he might ruin you instead of giving you another baby.

✦ DAN HENG

honestly dan heng refused to the idea at first, not because he didn’t want to but instead he didn’t want to cause you any discomfort, he didn’t want to hurt you. but how could he say no to you when you’re tugging at his clothes like that, eyes filled with lust begging for him to fuck you.. cute little nipples poking out of your shirt as they rubbed against his arm. fuck. he really couldn’t say no to you. dan heng rammed his hips against yours, what were you doing to him? he was getting desperate, desperate at the thought of filling you up once more. once you clenched around him for the first time, he almost came immediately. he really can’t restrain himself whenever he’s with you, determined to fill you up with his load until he was absolutely sure you would bear another child.

your entire body throbbed with the immense heat and lust, each whimper that left your lips were like music to his ears, he wanted more. he wanted to hear you cry out his name. a low breathy sigh erupted from his throat, his lips now on your neck, kissing and nibbling roughly as his kisses on your neck were filled with lust and heat you hadn’t felt in so long. you inhaled sharply, running your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently. you arched your back slightly at how deep he was inside your cunt, stretching you out more than he should. “d—dan heng.. s’ good..” you were nearing your orgasm, yanking his hair more roughly now. he caressed your stomach ever so gently with his palm, a string of saliva following his lips, connected from your neck marking you just where he wanted.

his fingers sink onto the flesh of your hips, kissing the shell of your ear as he came, his cum painting your cunt white. the overwhelming pleasure was flowing through every part of your body, but you still.. wanted more than you got. dan heng watches your his cum leave your pussy, curling his fingers inside your cunt as he still kept himself inside you, thrusting his hips against yours again as an attempt to shove his load back inside. he couldn’t help but chuckle. “sorry, it was about to make a huge mess. can’t be having that now, can we?”

✦ GEPARD

gepard had his hands on your overstimulated breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of it. he prayed to every star in the sky, thanking every single one, thanking them for letting him marry such a beautiful woman like you. just look at you, all laid out on the bed with your huge belly there for him to see.. wet cunt displayed for him as well, his cum making a huge mess on the mattress. gepard sucked on your sensitive nipples, the warmth of his mouth had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, cumming yourself as it added to the mess on the mattress. he knew how to make you feel good, he knew just how to pinpoint your weak spots. he sucked and lapped at your nipple, then did the same to the other. he brought his hand down to fuck you with his fingers, plunging his digits into your drooling wet cunt as he curled it almost immediately, thrusting into the sweetest spots inside. “you’re incredible princess,” he mumbled against your skin, licking his lips. “you’ll have me wrapped around your finger at this rate.”

that was all that left his mouth before giving your lips a quick peck as he grabbed your hips, pounding into you until the tip reached and brushed against your deepest areas, a red hue on his cheeks as his hands spreads the fat of your ass, throwing his head back at how good you felt. you felt as if you were already so so full, his huge cock brushed against the sweetest areas as gepard fucks you deep, deep as ever. the blonde could feel just how tight your walls clenched around him each gentle pound, gripping your hips and angled your body a certain angle. your nails scratched against his back. the bed creaked as he hissed, teeth clenched as a few swear words slipped from his lips. he intertwined his fingers with yours, his panting increasing as his chest heaved up and down burying his face in your shoulder, a loud yet cute moan leaving his lips. “you feel so good princess.. mm.. you want another baby? i’ll.. i’ll give you one. i’m sure of it..—“

oh yeah. gepard is most definitely gonna give you another baby.

[soupuurr]

𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑝𝑡. 2 - matthew sturniolo

pairing. softdom!matt x sub!reader

genre. angst, smut, fluff

⟶ cw. explicit content, angst (matt and reader are kind of messy in this), abuse, slow-burn, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, creampie, aftercare. MDNI

⟶ summary. following never say goodbye, matt concluded that the relationship wouldn't work as both of you were engrossed in your own lives. however, would his feelings remain unchanged when he sees you years later? wc. 4.4k

note. here’s the long awaited ‘never say goodbye pt. 2’,i had such a brain fart while writing this, it was really hard to structure but i think it came out pretty well lolll enjoy mfs. (listen to smth sad, it’ll make the experience better ;))

both of you gazed silently at the line of cars ahead, observing the crowds of individuals gathering suitcases, bidding farewell to family members, and strolling hand in hand—a poignant reminder of what lay ahead of you.

the day you had dreaded had finally arrived, marking a time of new beginnings, yet also farewells to the people you spent your whole life with.

"you ready?" matt's eyes locked onto yours, slender hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly. he looked exhausted, prominent dark circles lay under his eyes—his pink lips chapped, and hair an absolute mess.

"no." you whispered honestly. you couldn't bear to meet his gaze any longer, afraid that if you did, you might risk everything and cancel the flight just to stay with him for the rest of your life.

matt's hand left the steering wheel and gently covered yours. his fingers curled around your clenched fist, thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin as he swallowed solemnly.

neither of you felt ready; leaving each other seemed impossible. but you held onto faith in your relationship, trusting that you would find each other again when the time was right—just as matt had assured you the night before.

you leaned in to kiss matt once more, your fingers slipping around the nape of his neck to draw him closer. he melted into your embrace—warm hands tenderly cupping your jaw. matt wanted the pressure of your kiss to be unforgettable, knowing it would be irreplaceable and he would yearn for it until the day he saw you again.

you held each other close once it was finally time to board your flight. matt's head rested comfortably above your own as a new wave of tears escaped his sore eyes and trickled down his cheeks. pressing your face against his chest, you sobbed silently, finding solace in his familiar cologne—well aware it would be a while before you could experience it again. you gently rocked together, savoring the fleeting embrace before parting ways.

"i promise to never say goodbye."

matt couldn't even see the road on his drive home, his vision blurred by painful tears streaming down his pale cheeks. a symphony of lights danced in his view—red, white, green, yellow—as he pulled his sleeve to brush the tears from his face. he couldn't believe you were gone just like that, and he cursed the universe for tearing you away from him.

he retreated to his room, tears accompanying him into sleep. matt struggled to imagine life without you after being attached at the hip for so many years. he refused to dwell on it, tired eyes coming to a close as he pretended that you were still right there beside him.

"matt, this apartment is insane! i love it—i mean—look at this view!" you gawked, flipping the face-time camera to capture the stunning city lights illuminating the area. matt's jaw dropped dramatically, his face beaming with delight at your infectious excitement.

"careful, kid, you're standing awfully close to the ledge." matt chuckled into the phone, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"you're so extra, there's literally a window." you pressed your palm against the glass.

"AHH!" matt's sudden shout into the speaker startled you, prompting a shocked shriek from yourself. you breathed a sigh of relief as he burst into a fit of giggles behind the camera, what an asshole.

"what the fuck, matt!" you scolded, pushing yourself away from the window and plopping onto the couch.

"i'm sorry," he raised his hand in defeat before quieting down, and the room settled into a familiar, comfortable silence.

"i miss you." matt whispered on the other side, his longing blue eyes filled with love and admiration as they met yours.

"i miss you too."

you both made a habit of calling each other often, almost every single day. despite the increasing busyness of your new lives and schedules, you made it a priority to maintain these calls—even when they began to noticeably drain you.

over time, matt began to worry that he was becoming a hindrance to your well-being. you would join calls with dark eye bags, giving short responses and barely able to stay awake.

you began canceling meetings to make time for him, dismissing opportunities just for the chance to talk to him again—unknowingly ruining the future you had worked so hard to build.

as much as it pained him, matt began avoiding your calls, claiming that he was busy filming when in reality he would drop everything for you in a heartbeat.

... what's going on? why aren't you calling anymore?

you nervously glanced at your phone, reading your text message again before finally hitting send. you stomach sank once you saw the message marked as read at the bottom of your screen.

you wait expectantly for his response, heart beating against your chest with every passing second. but after waiting and waiting, you eventually gave up.

did he fall out of love? did he find someone new? the unwanted questions swirled around your brain, tears clouding your vision with uncertainty.

matt reluctantly shut his phone off after reading your text, reassuring himself repeatedly that this was for the best.

chris and nick watched helplessly as their brother slowly succumbed to depression. his inability to just text you shattered him more than anyone could realize, yet he endured it for the sake of your future.

matt barely left his room, making excuses to avoid filming just so he could lie in bed for hours. he didn't know what to do with himself; it felt like a part of him had died when you left, and he didn't know if he could ever revive it without you.

but he knew it would never work between you two. he had to let go.

"c'mon matt, we gotta film." chris poked his head through matt's doorway, drumming his fingers against the wood.

matt's gaze remained fixed on his phone screen, completely oblivious to chris's words.

chris groaned and pushed through the door. he scanned his brother's cluttered room before sighing in annoyance.

"matt, i know it's been hard but she's probably moving on bro, and you should to. we're in LA now—you need to leave her behind for our sake."

matt's clouded eyes finally met his brother's. he pushed himself off the bed and silently maneuvered past him, descending the stairs to grab his car keys.

matt's lips moved feverishly against the lips of a random instagram model he met at the club—hands sliding under her provocative dress before squeezing the flesh of her ass in his palms. her own hands slid down his chest and toyed with his belt.

red acrylic nails grazed his skin, evoking a strained hiss to slip past his mouth. matt moved his lips down to her neck, leaving heavy, open mouthed kisses on the supple skin.

he flipped her around, unbuckling his belt and slotting the hem of his shirt between his teeth. matt grabbed her hip, positioning himself at her entrance before slipping past—a low groan tumbling out of his swollen lips.

he snapped his hips against her, pushing her body further against the wall as she wailed in pleasure. matt brought his fingertips to her needy clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud before pulling out and releasing on her back.

he sighed behind her, pulling his jeans back to his hips and adjusting his prada belt.

"that felt so-"

the door abruptly slammed shut behind the blonde model, cutting off her sentence as matt had already left the room.

it quickly became a habit. matt would find himself hooking up with countless women to get his mind off of you, and nothing worked. not until he met her.

"matt, correct? my name is luna."

matt turned to meet her gaze before trailing his eyes down to her outstretched hand. he ignored her, turning away from her prying gaze to stare blankly at the wall in front of him.

"is that your dog? it's very cute." she remarked, pointing at the polaroid of him, his brothers, and his dog—trevor—tucked inside his see-through phone case.

"what do you want?" matt sneered, downing his drink and slamming the red solo cup onto the countertop. luna, annoyingly, smiled back at matt, as if his attitude didn't faze her one bit.

"just want to get to know you. i've never seen you around here and you piqued my interest." she said casually, leaning against the marble counter and sipping from her own red solo cup.

matt paused. his tongue poked at his cheek as he huffed irritably, torn over whether to give in and respond.

"i came with my brothers. we do youtube." he quipped, keeping his gaze fixed on the young, drunk influencers dancing underneath the strobe lights.

"triplets, right? people have been talking about you."

matt hummed before pivoting to meet her gaze, his icy blue eyes locking with a set of caramel-colored ones.

"you seem to know a lot about me already." matt raised an eyebrow, still visibly "perturbed" by her presence but willing to engage in her little conversation to pass the time.

"word spreads like wildfire out here." she shrugged as she pushed herself from the counter to mirror him.

"what are you doing tomorrow, matt?"

matt smirked and shook his head, finding her confidence amusing.

"nothing much." he fidgeted with his cup, rubbing the white rim with his thumb as he waited for her response.

this is what he's been needing.

"great. let's go out."

matt and luna hit it off exceptionally well. they settled for a cozy coffee shop, discussing basic interests, past love lives, and family before eventually fucking in the backseat of matt's car.

she wasn't just an ordinary hookup though; there was something intriguing about her that captivated matt. their spontaneous coffee shop dates, exhausting hikes, and riverside strolls began to put a smile back on his face once again—the kind of smile you used to bring out of him.

luna helped him take his mind off of you, It scared him initially, but he knew he had to move on. she was perfect for him. right?

before he knew it, he was engaged to her.

"i love the fall time. perfect weather to get married in." she hummed beside him, snuggling up against his arm as they strolled down the sidewalk.

matt closed his eyes peacefully, breathing in the crisp autumn air. he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her into him as his gaze wandered over the orange trees.

it reminded him of when he proposed—leaving her awestruck beneath the autumn leaves as he dropped to one knee and presented the diamond ring.

but for some reason, it never felt quite right.

matt's smile faltered at the thought. he couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he had a nagging feeling that he was messing everything up.

it was as if the universe had given him a sign in that moment, because he saw you. standing at a nearby jewelry store merely feet away.

he felt his world collapse, as all the suppressed feelings, memories, and love he had for you surged through him like waves crashing on the shore.

his heart began to race the second your eyes met his. oh, your beautiful eyes. he realized how much he had missed them, a feeling that washed over him as he finally saw them again.

he wanted to rip himself into shreds once he noticed the tears of hurt welling in your eyes—tears that he had caused.

he moved instinctively, slipping out of luna's grasp and walking towards you as if in a trance.

"matt? matthew—" luna called out to him, but to no avail. she knew who you were—his ex-girlfriend, the one he was supposed to marry.

matt couldn't tear his eyes away from you; you were just as beautiful, if not more so than before. in an instant, he found himself standing behind you.

"hey, how have you been?"

you turned around, feeling a surge of electricity rush through your veins as you came face to face with your former lover.

"don't talk to me." you sniffled as your wrist came up to wipe your tear-stricken face—the lone drops staining the sleeve of your grey hoodie. you tried to push past matt, but he swiftly reached out and grabbed your shoulder.

"please don't walk away—i know i hurt you, and i just want to explain myself if you'll give me the chance." matt pleaded, his eyes darting between yours as he searched for a glimmer of acceptance from your shielded demeanor.

you shook your head, attempting to walk away before matt's rigid body blocked your path.

"please?" matt's brows furrowed in anguish. how dare he ask, after everything he had done to hurt you?

you stared at him skeptically. despite everything, you couldn't help but want to know what had actually happened—why he chose to leave the relationship behind.

"…there's a bookstore nearby. let's grab coffee tomorrow and talk," you didn't spare him another glance before brushing past him, your shoulder bumping his as you moved ahead.

you pushed open the glass door of the tiny, antique coffee shop—door chime sounding overhead as you glanced around for matt.

your body tensed upon spotting him, nerves tightening with each step toward the table nestled in the back of the shop.

he looked undeniably good—clad in a blue sweater and black washed jeans, with a thin chain and silver jewelry adorning his milky skin.

"hey," matt smiled as you seated yourself across from him. you responded with a quick, tight-lipped smile, your eyes locking onto his.

those blue eyes that once made you feel loved now held a fragile glass of past memories and broken promises. you hated his eyes now.

"how've you been, matt?" you placed your hands on the illuminated table, interlocking your fingers as you gazed curiously into his eyes.

"i-um, i've been good. you?" matt fidgeted with his rings, still in utter disbelief that you were sitting in front of him right now.

"good."

you tucked your hair behind your ear, a habit that matt remembered all too well. he knew you did that when you were anxious, and it broke his heart to see you feeling that way because of him, now.

"i finally watched that movie you wanted me to see—hereditary?"

"matt you have to watch it. it's my favorite horror movie!" you pleaded—tugging at his sleeve while he settled onto the couch.

"no, absolutely not," matt shook his head, pulling you close to his chest as he aimed the remote at the screen to switch it off.

"i'll make you watch it one day, you wuss." you huffed against him, legs coming to rest over his lap.

"not a wuss." he murmured before rolling his eyes. you giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek and pinching it lightly between your fingers.

"my little baby."

"i thought you'd be too scared." you smiled amusedly.

"told you i wasn't a wuss." matt smirked, teasingly gazing at you as he leaned closer.

you felt your old rhythm returning, the banter you had missed so dearly now finally within reach. you and matt ordered your drinks to go, strolling the glowing streets as you caught up on everything life had offered so far.

matt and his brothers had just hit 10 million subscribers, a milestone they celebrated back home. he filled you in on your high school friends in boston—recounting the shocking drama, marriages, and break-ups that left you absolutely astonished.

the night was over before you knew it. you walked to matt’s painfully familiar car, and he opened the door for you—just like the night before you left. you swallowed hesitantly before stepping inside.

"i had a good time." matt drummed his fingertips against the steering wheel, his gaze lingering affectionately on yours.

"me too." you smiled.

you pondered for a moment, before your curiosity got the better of you.

"why did you ruin this?" you whispered, the question hanging uncomfortably in the air as your hands settled in your lap.

matt's smile quickly vanished, replaced by a frown while he averted his eyes from your face and looked ahead.

"do you—do you know how much i fucking missed you? do you know how many times i cried over you? every fucking night matthew, and you're such an asshole because you just gave up on us, just like that!" tears of anger escaped from the corners of your eyes, nails digging furiously into the skin of your palm.

matt sighed irritably, shutting his eyes briefly before meeting your resentful glare.

"you were ruining your future—"

"i don't care matthew! i missed you so fucking much and you were never there. i thought you forgot about me." you sniffled, whispering the last sentence helplessly.

matt froze.

did he fuck up this bad? he never meant to hurt you, he did this for you.

"i never forgot about you. not a single day went by where i didn't think about you—fuck—you drove me absolutely insane, you know that? and you still do! i didn't know what the fuck to do, and i'd take everything back if i could." matt timidly brought his hand to your lap, taking your clenched fist into his own and gently unraveling it before placing it on his beating heart.

"i love you more than you could ever know." matt trembled, his tear-filled eyes fixed on you.

your gaze softened as you gingerly removed your hand from his chest.

"you have a fiancé, matt." you shook your head,

"i know. i don't want to hurt her, but there was something different—something unexplainable between you and me—"

"i have a fiancé too, matthew."

matt hesitated, tears slipping down his pink cheeks.

"it's not too late." he whimpered,

"yes it is. it's better to stay friends matt, we had our chance." you fidgeted, your gaze dropping to the dashboard as you sighed shakily.

"so this is it?" matt's hands defeatedly dropped from the steering wheel.

"i'm sorry." you whispered softly.

your shaky hands pushed open the car door as you began walking over to your front porch—quickly disappearing behind the wooden door.

a week passed before your phone dinged with a familiar name displayed on the screen.

matt??

...hey, could I take you to dinner sometime? as friends, of course. i want to have that, at least.

you stare at the bright words plastered on the screen, fingers coming to reluctantly type out a response.

don’t do it. don’t respond.

...sure.

matt slowly began to regain your trust. a casual dinner led to a movie, then an amusement park, and before you knew it, you were inseparable—fooling around and making ridiculous bets, just like you used to.

you felt so happy, and matt fell deeper in love. he would gaze at you, awestruck, while you did something as simple as holding a dragonfly in your palms. you were mesmerizing—your beautiful hair flowing in the wind, pretty pink cheeks, and perfect lips that curled so nicely when you smiled. oh, matt was so in love with you; again.

after spending time together, you would evidently come home late almost every night—and your fiancé couldn't help but suspect something was amiss.

"where were you."

you jumped upon entering your house, startled by the dark silhouette of your fiancé standing ominously by the kitchen counter.

"jeez, you scared me. I was out with a friend, you know matt?" you questioned before switching on the lights.

"you mean your ex?" you fiancé glared at you, arms coming to cross over his broad chest.

"c'mon. you know it isn't like that." you rolled your eyes playfully, striding towards him until he aggressively pushed you away.

"what the fuck?" you stumbled back, fingers pressing against the counter for support.

"you've been fucking behind my back, haven't you? you whore."

you paused at his words, he was reeking of alcohol.

you've never seen him like this before.

"don't call me that. he's just a friend, what's gotten into you?"

you gasped as he forcefully shoved the white porcelain dishes off your counter, the shattering glass piercing your ears.

"i know what you've been doing, hoppin' on his dick whenever you could. you're pathetic."

your heart raced at his malicious comments, pure rage coursing through your veins.

"shut the fuck—"

your face throbbed with sharp pain as it jerked to the side. you shuddered, bringing you palm to touch your sore cheek.

did he just slap you?

"get out." you mumbled,

your fiancé huffed, brushing past you as he slammed the door— shaking the entire house with its force.

you sat on your couch, replaying the hurtful argument over and over again in your head. was he right? were you spending too much time with matt?

thunder struck in the sky, lightning illuminating your dark living room with its glow. the droplets of rain tapped gently against the roof of your home as you leaned your head against the back of the couch.

a sudden, three knocks snapped you out of your trance.

shit—was it your fiancé again?

you hesitantly made your way to the door, cracking it open to find matt standing there, drenched. he looked cold and helpless, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

you pushed the door open all the way, gasping in disbelief.

"matt? what are you—"

"i told her."

the soft pitter-patter of the rain accompanied the silence that followed.

luna?

"told her what?"

"that i'm in love with you."

you stilled as matt shivered in front of you, tenderly pushing your door wider before stepping inside. your eyes never left his as your chest resided merely inches away from him.

his hands hovered diffidently over your waist, and his brows furrowed once he saw the red mark on your face.

"what happened?" matt's thumb ran over your bruised skin, concern flashing over his features.

you stayed quiet, shifting your gaze to the hardwood floor.

"did he hit you?" matt whispered,

his hands ran cold at your meek nod, he hit you?

"that fuckin' asshole." matt drew you close, wrapping you in a tight embrace. his lips brushed gently against the bruise on your cheek before pressing softly against your forehead.

uncontrollable tears slid down your cheeks as he held you against his chest—not because you were sad, but because you missed this. so much.

your arms wrapped around him tightly, nails gripping his sweater as you both tumbled to the floor.

"i missed you matt." you cried out,

matt shushed you, tilting your chin up before planting a tender kiss onto your lips.

your fingers threaded through his hair—inhaling his scent as you drew him nearer.

matt wiped away your tears and placed you on his lap, his cold fingertips resting beneath your shirt while he passionately moved against your puffy lips.

matt wanted to worship you, make you feel like you were the only woman in this world—because to him, you were.

"you're so, so beautiful."

you smile against his lips,

"you always tell me that, matt." you slid your hands under his sweater, your tender touch sending shivers down his spine.

"yeah? that's because it's true,"

matt peeled the cotton shirt off of your body before caressing your sides beneath his fingers.

"fuck."

matt's cock strained against your thigh as he gazed lovingly at every inch and crevice of your bare skin.

he brought his lips to your chest, slotting your nipple between his lips. you were like a drug—so addicting—he felt like he couldn't live without tasting you.

matt picked you up, never parting from your lips as he brought you to your bedroom and placed you gently on the silk sheets.

his hand made its way down your body, leaving flames in its path before sliding down to your needy pussy. matt rolled his wrist, fingertips rubbing deliciously against your clit.

"i need you matt." your legs wrapped around his back, pulling him into you. matt kissed your forehead before slipping his fingers under his belt buckle, pulling his length out of his boxers and sliding his pants past his hips.

he stroked his cock, hissing as it leaked shiny beads of pre-cum. he pressed his lips against yours once he finally buried himself inside of your cunt.

matt made love to you. kissing over your face, shoulders, collarbone, breasts, everywhere.

matt loved you more deeply than you could comprehend, and he wished you understood the struggle he faced just to make it through each day.

matt's cock brushed against your cervix while you clenched around him. you brought your hands to his hair, pulling him into your neck as his lips gently rested against the skin.

his hips faltered under your legs, low moans and groans slipping past his lips before he finished with an 'i love you'

a smile graced your lips as you came soon after, heart fluttering at his heartfelt confession.

“i love you too.”

you paced frantically, ensuring every detail was perfect for your upcoming wedding.

thankfully, the decorations were exactly as you had envisioned. you sighed contentedly before settling into a lone chair.

you were getting married tomorrow and you couldn't believe it.

the day of the wedding, you stood hand in hand. gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

matt retrieved a piece of paper, his fingers trembling as he glanced over its contents, he cleared his throat before reading aloud.

"y/n.

from the moment our paths crossed, I knew my life was forever changed. today, I choose you to be my partner, my love, and my best friend. I promise to support you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I vow to cherish our love and respect our differences. I promise to be faithful and honest, to listen and to learn with you. with my whole heart, I pledge to you my love and devotion, now and always, and I pledge to never say goodbye, no matter the challenges we face."

matt kept his promise.

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Hi!! I have a one shot request (I hope I’m in the right place lmao)

What about a autistic (fem)reader who is super smart and seems to notice things about the case that the others haven’t and every time she tries to state her thoughts a rude sherif cuts her off/infantilising her and Emily defends her

Honestly my brain stopped at the thought of Emily, I need more of her 😔🫶

-anon ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

fem plus size autistic!reader, wc: 517.

a/n: i have had this finished but sitting in my drafts because i was too lazy to post it, but here it is! i hope that i was able to capture what you were looking for right! :] this can either be read as platonic or romantic!

cw! asshole elders :/

You have been spoken over and shut down for the past hour, twenty minutes, and thirty seconds. 

You hated being silenced, but one thing that trumps that was being infantilized. You worked hard to get where you were now, and you hated being treated like a child just because your way of thinking was different from your peers. 

You have saved thousands of people and you’ll be damned if you continue to be treated like this.

“If you look closely, you can see that the area that these women were killed in must hold some kind of sentimental meaning to our unsub.” You grab the black marker and go to draw the inevitable triangle on the printed out map before you’re stopped by the sheriff.

 “Hold it now, sweetheart. Don’t just go markin’ up stuff.”

“I beg your pardon?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sure the area these women were killed in was just pure coincidence, so we don’t wanna risk coloring in the paper just ‘cause you think you know somethin’.” He spoke as if he knew more than you did like he was the one with the degree, his tone absolutely rolling in condescension. 

“I’m sorry but –” You try to say but the old fart cuts you off. “I’m sure you are –”

“Excuse me, sheriff, but I’m afraid Special Agent _______ made a great point.” Emily was quick to come to your aide, emphasizing the words ‘Special Agent’ just to reinforce her point.

You could see it in her narrowed eyes, and everyone else’s really, that she was about done with the Sheriff’s embarrassingly large ego. You send her an appreciative – albeit shy – smile, and she gets up, her eyes trained on the map as well. 

“She’s right, because if you look here,” She points to the first crime scene and motions for you to draw a mark. “And here,” Her finger trails down to the second location and you follow close behind. “And here.” Her path finally ends, and so does your black ink. 

There it was, just like you had first thought, a perfect triangle connecting them all.

“The most important thing should be right –” You finish her words and color in a big circle in the middle. “Here.” Emily sends you a proud look and it threatens to weaken your knees.

“I mean… I suppose that makes sense.” The man grumbled before leaving with his tail between his legs. 

“Thank you.” You say quietly. The conversation was meant to be kept between the two of you. Of course you loved and trusted everyone on your team, but Emily was your comfort person, and she made time to understand you.

“No problem,” She responds back. “Everyone was done with his shit anyway.”

“Still, thank you.” You pressed the conversation, because you don’t really think she realized the gravity of the situation, of your appreciation. 

For most of your life you had never been given a voice, and having someone stick up for you and even paving the way for you to make your point known was something that no gratitude could give.

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Un-Breaking Up

Request: i’m not sure if your request are still open honestly it’s my first time requesting ever. do you think you could do one of 10, and 13 with changbin, they were exes and something happened either one could say 10 and then they get stuck together, idk this was a big brain fart

Prompt:

10) “Was it worth it?”

13) Oh no! There's only one bed!

Pairing: Stray Kids Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending)

Song rec as you read: Top or Cliff - KIM SEJEONG

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"What do you mean there's only one room left?" you hissed into your cell phone.

"They overbooked for the weekend," Chan sighed on the other end of the line. "We reserved the rooms when you and Bin were still together."

"And I told you I would pay the extra to get my own room," you groaned. This could not be happening.

When you had agreed to go on this friend-cation, you had been blissfully wrapped in the throes of love.

Now, you were stranded at the airport with a headache and an ex-boyfriend hailing a cab.

"It would have been nice for you to tell me he was on the same flight by the way," you scoffed.

"You literally booked the flights together-"

"You said he was going to change them to come in earlier! With you!"

"I thought he was!" Chan gasped. "Look, if you can't suck it up and be an adult for five minutes-"

"It's a twenty-minute drive," you pouted.

"And rooms are already sorted, so you guys are just going to have to figure it out," he sighed. You could almost hear him, miles away, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Can't he like...stay on your pull-out couch?" you hedged. "I'm sure your partner won't-"

"Oh, they will very much mind," Chan chuckled. "Plus, Changbin paid his portion just like everyone else. He's not getting downgraded to my loveseat."

"He's small enough to fit damn near anywhere," you muttered.

"Y/N," Chan said slowly, careful to keep his annoyance reigned in. "We'll see you soon, okay?"

"Just say you hate me," you complained. You knew you were being dramatic, but you were in too deep to turn back now. It really wasn't your intention to be a brat, but you and Changbin hadn't seen each other in weeks. Your friends had inadvertently become children of divorce, so you knew Chan didn't deserve the grief you were giving him.

"If by hate you mean love," he said cheerfully. "Now get your butt here. I'll see you in the morning."

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the call and shoved your phone in your pocket. Turning on your heel, you marched over to where Changbin was shoving suitcases into the back of a taxi.

"Everything okay?" he huffed, pushing the very last of the luggage into the trunk. "What did Chan say?"

"That you've been invited to sleep on his pullout couch," you smiled brightly.

"Y/N."

"They couldn't get us separate rooms," you muttered, crossing your arms. "And we have to make do."

Changbin's eyebrows shot up. "I'll pay the difference."

"Tried that," you sighed. "They literally have no more room."

"They always have more room," Changbin grumbled, yanking his phone out of his pocket. "Even if it's an executive suite."

"By all means," you hummed, sliding into the back of the waiting car. "If you think you can do something literally no one else could, go ahead."

Choosing not to acknowledge your comment, Changbin joined you in the backseat. Careful to keep a sufficient space barrier between the two of you, he informed the driver of your destination before getting on the phone with what you assumed to be the hotel concierge.

No matter how charming he could be, the fifteen minutes he spent on the phone yielded no results. As he hung up, you could see how ruffled he was. Leaning his head against the window of the taxi, he slowly exhaled.

"Let me guess?" you remarked. "No matter how much money you threw at the problem, it didn't work?"

Taking a deep breath, he swiveled toward you. "I was just trying to help-"

"No one asked," you said sharply. "I tried to fix the problem and couldn't. So did Chan. I don't know why you thought you could come in and save the day-"

"You used to like it when I saved the day," he bristled.

You knew you weren't being fair and simply picking at him just for the sake of picking. "I used to like you in general, but here we are."

Changbin closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat. Luckily, the hotel was already coming into sight. Unluckily, you would still be stuck together for the next few days.

.

"Shit," Changbin said, stepping into the hotel room.

Yanking your suitcase over the lip of the door, you made your way into the room, stopping just behind him. "What-"

The words were erased from your tongue as you took in your surroundings. The room was gorgeous, and admittedly, pretty romantic. You were greeted by a small seating area and a low table decorated with rose petals and snacks. Looking further into the room, you could see you had your own private pool outside, intimate and moody with low lighting. The thing you had avoided recognizing though was perhaps the most obvious.

There was only one bed.

"Perfect," you croaked, completely exhausted by this whole situation. "Absolutely perfect."

"I could try to-"

"My guess is," you said slowly. "That they are so fully booked, that they won't be able to move us to a room with two queens."

"But you don't know that for sure," he said with a small nod, trying to convince himself. "I'll go to the front desk."

"Knock yourself out," you sighed, leaning against the wall to begin sliding slowly down it. It was time to accept defeat. "Better yet actually knock yourself out."

Changbin shot you a dirty look as he yanked the door open and disappeared from sight.

Too bad he was back within ten minutes.

"Let me guess," you smirked. "They are fully booked and won't be able to move us to a room with two queens?"

"You don't have to gloat," he pouted, plopping on the edge of the bed. Looking helplessly around the room, his focus landed on the two armchairs in the seating area (very much not a normal, pull-out couch.) "I can just make a pallet on the floor."

You felt a small pang in your chest. As much as you didn't want to admit you had any threads of care left for the man in front of you, you did. And unfortunately, you didn't want to condemn him to sleeping on the floor. "That wouldn't be fair to you."

"It is what it is," he sighed. "And I'm not going to subject you to laying in a bed with me when you don't even want us to be in the same room."

"Stop being dramatic," you scoffed, totally projecting. "We can make a pillow barrier. Plus, I really don't want to hear you complain and make me into the bad guy."

"Y/N," he groaned. "It's not like that."

You chewed on your lip, knowing it wasn't. Changbin had honestly been much more charitable than you had even tried being since the two of you had broken up. You had pinned most of the reasons for separating on him, so maybe he had taken it to heart.

Choosing to ignore his protests, you began to unpack instead. Leaving the top two drawers in the dresser open for him (a habit from when you were dating) you silently moved your clothing and essentials to various parts of the room.

"Do you mind if I shower first?" he asked. His tone was careful, as if he was waiting for you to explode.

You hated it.

"Go for it," you answered.

He moved quietly toward the bathroom, leaving you with only your thoughts as you heard the click of the lock.

Moving toward the bed, you shoved your face into a pillow to let loose a mix between a groan and scream. Sometimes it just helped to make nonsensical sounds when you were feeling frustrated.

It was difficult being around Changbin again. Even though the two of you had broken up, there were feelings there. You had been so desperately in love with him at one point, you just assumed you would be a little bit in love forever. You thought the two of you had been bulletproof, but in one evening of anger, you managed to break both your heart and his (and still clung to the rationalization that it was all his fault).

You knew who he was when you had started dating. Seo Changbin, member of Stray Kids, producer in 3racha, gym rat, and lastly, boyfriend. All of those things came first, and you were so, so tired of being the last checkbox on the list. After being cancelled on for maybe the hundredth time because there was some sort of work emergency, you had had enough. His things were waiting in boxes when he had eventually shown up, and you had endless reasons for why you didn't want to continue forward.

When he begged, you had shut him down. Looking back now, you knew it was because you were afraid. It was easier to have a hard break than admit that you were both flawed people who weren't trying hard enough. It was easier than actually making the effort and being uncomfortable. You werent't ready for that advanced level of vulnerability.

Changbin was one of the softest and squishiest individuals you had ever met, which made it even harder. Any form of neglect he had stumbled into subjecting you to had never came with a hard edge. When he apologized, he was genuinely sorry. He was too good and pure to have to deal with you being upset over something he loved. He dreamt of being an idol before he even knew you existed. It would be the best for both of you if you just stopped interfering in his success.

Maybe the thing that hurt you the most though was seeing how it seemingly didn't affect him. He continued forward like nothing had happened, even treating you as a friend whenever you happened to run in the same circles. That was when you decided you couldn't like him, even if you loved him. It was easier to be annoyed than show how hurt it made you.

It was sick to say that you had wanted him to be just as miserable and lost as you were.

As you heard the water cut off, you pushed your face away from the pillow and took a deep breath. It was just a quick trip. You could be cordial for the sake of your friends.

You heard him before you saw him. With the phone glued to his ear, he was chuckling at someone on the other line. It was difficult not to ogle at the water droplets still decorating his shoulders and collar bone, even though he was technically fully dressed in a tank top and shorts.

"We need to redo the guide," he instructed. "I might be able to break away for a little bit and record something.

Yes, I know I'm on vacation, but we're already behind."

After a few more minutes of arguing, he hung up, and tossed his phone onto the bed.

You couldn't help yourself. "Was it worth it?"

"Hm?" he asked. You knew he had to pull himself out of his own thoughts before he could address yours.

"Was it worth it?" you repeated, crossing your arms.

"The shower?" he asked, lifting his brows and smiling his patented one-sided smirk. "Absolutely."

"No," you croaked. "Working. On vacations, in what's supposed to be your free time. Was it all worth it?"

He plopped on the edge of the bed, keeping his back to you. "We're talking past - past tense here...aren't we? Not the call I was just on."

Your silence was answer enough.

"I like to think it was," he said quietly, tilting his head to the side as he made a hissing noise to reprimand himself. "But as days go by, the more and more I wonder if I was wrong."

You chewed on your lip, not at all knowing what answer you had expected, but that wasn't it.

Looking over his shoulder, he slowly pivoted his body to face yours. His expression softened as he said quietly, "Is that why you hate me?"

Your jaw dropped open as you floundered for one of your knee-jerk, cutting responses. His face conveyed such helplessness.

"...I don't hate you, Changbin," you said quietly. Surely, he had to know that.

"I don't think I would blame you if you did," he chuckled sadly. "I put just about everything before you, didn't I?"

"It wasn't a matter of putting things before me," you said slowly. "It was a matter of putting things before us. We were supposed to be a team."

The old adage that time heals all wounds was at least proving itself to be slightly true. It was definitely easier to speak on how you were feeling now that you had put some space between yourself and the initial confrontation.

Changbin nodded slowly. "I wanted to be better."

You tried to take the ice out of your tone. "I did too."

"Then why didn't we try?" he asked, looking toward you with watery eyes.

You tried to focus on your breathing. If Changbin cried, you were absolutely going to cry.

"I thought...I thought that I had done so badly as a boyfriend," he continued. "And that's why you treated me like I was an inconvenience once we broke up."

"You were an inconvenience," you grumbled. "Only because I was still so upset...and you were acting like everything was okay between us."

"I don't know how to act otherwise!" he contended. "We broke up and I still loved you. Treating you any other way would have hurt my heart, and I'm too selfish to do that on top of what was already done."

"Huh," you hiccupped, feeling the tears come despite your best efforts. "I really goofed, didn't I?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"I was the one who did the breaking up, Bin," you said quietly. "I tried to tell myself I shouldn't feel bad because it was your fault. You were the one who was always gone, but I didn't try to talk to you about it. I let it become this completely...other thing inside of me. It was like every time you cancelled, I added it to this stack until it finally tumbled over."

"But I should have realized on my own," he asserted, standing up to move closer to you. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he gathered your hands in his. Looking up through his lashes, you could see the toll the last few months had taken on him.

You were foolish to think he wasn't suffering in the same way you were.

"We can blame ourselves all day," you sniffed, finally letting the tears run over your cheeks. "But it doesn't change the fact that we broke up...and now we're here."

"So we un-break up," he mused, saying it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Un-break up?" you muttered.

"Mhm," he hummed, easing up from his knees to sit beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he tucked you into his side.

"It's not that easy," you hiccupped, shaking your head but making no attempt to untangle your body from his.

"Who says it can't be?"

"We're different people now, Bin," you maintained. "Do we even know if we can be that safe space for each other? It ended so poorly last time, and-"

"Because we let it!" he argued. "But we know now-"

"Do we?" you interrupted. "We don't actually know how to fix what happened. We walked away."

"And here we are, walking back," he chuckled, shaking his head. "We can try, really try...if you think it's worth it."

You chewed on your lip, looking toward him. His eyes were still a little puffy from his brief crying episode, but it was definitely the same Bin you had fallen in love with months ago. His dark hair was beginning to dry in its signature messy curls, and his even darker eyes watched you carefully. There was a fire there that had been extinguished for so long, seeing it again caused your heart to skip a beat. Now that you had opened the door, he would push as hard as possible to make his way back in.

"Y/N?"

"I may not be worth it," you laughed grimly. "But I know you are."

"I didn't know we were throwing a pity party," he teased. "I should have bought streamers."

"I take it back," you grumbled. "You aren't worth it."

Changbin's grin was wide as he wrapped his other arm around you and squeezed you tightly. "Of course, you're worth it, silly."

"So we're doing this," you whispered into his bare shoulder. The smell of his shower gel was still heavy on his skin, encouraging you to inhale deeply. For the first time in weeks, you felt at home.

"Hell yeah we are," he chimed. "We're going to do the shit out of this."

You laughed as you pulled away from him. You wanted to look into his eyes. He needed to understand.

"Starting now, we both promise to do better," you nodded slowly. He nodded along, eyes wide. "Which means, do you really have to work while you're here?"

He smirked, letting out a small chuckle. "Starting now, I am going to be so present in this relationship, you're going to get sick of me. You'll be begging for me to go to the studio."

"Somehow I doubt that," you sighed, lifting a hand to cradle his jaw. He tilted his face, nuzzling your palm before dropping a soft kiss there. "But I'm excited to see you try."

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hello vix how are you doing?Hope your doing well, so I wanted ask of you if it could be okey if I could request headcanons with shanks, zoro ,akainu with a s/O that loves to touch,put their head between their, pinch their nippl€s, rub/play with their tits.

Thanks have a amazing day!!💖❤💌😊

Shanks , Zoro , and Akainu with a touchy S / O

SLIGHT NSFW WARNING.

Includes: Shanks , Zoro , Akainu , GN Reader

A / N: Hii !! I'm doing good , thanks for askin !! I never really write for Akainu , so I hope he's in character enough lol ! I apologize that this is short. I'll probably add more later but I'm having a brain fart reading this

Red Haired: Shanks

He finds it amusing , surprisingly. He actually enjoys when you touch his chest.

For some reason , it fills him with pride.

Though , it embarrasses him whenever you pinch or play with his nipples , rather it be randomly or during spicy time.

He always returns the favor. Male , female , nonbinary , trans , anything. He adores your chest as much as you adore his.

Want to sleep on his tits ? Go right ahead. He's already laying out for you. He enjoys when you sleep on his chest.

He finds it amusing whenever you sneak up behind him and grab his chest whenever he's doing something.

He gets more embarrassed in front of the crew , but he will usually laugh it off.

If you rest your head between his tits , he will caress your head.

He loves whenever you do it at night. He knows you sometimes do it to make sure he's okay , and he finds that adorable about you.

He finds it arousing whenever you rub them , however. It usually leads to the bedroom.

He adores you , no matter what you do. Just know he will always return the favor. Sometimes more passionately . . .

Pirate Hunter: Roronoa Zoro

He doesn't understand it and always gets red in the face.

Especially if you do it around the crew.

Sanji makes fun of him for it.

He feels like a sheep in the middle of a pack of wolves whenever he notices you looking at his large chest.

Even if he outwardly complains about it , he actually gets really fuzzy about it.

Like , his heart skips beats and his stomach flutters.

He doesn't understand it , but he'd never say anything.

His chest is always warm , so you like to go there whenever you guys get near cold climates.

He turns even redder.

"What the hell are you doing ?!" Yelling , even if he secretly enjoys it.

Red Dog (Akainu): Sakazuki

Never do it in front of people. He's very strict about how the outside views him. He believes that people won't respect him if he sees how you act with him.

You don't mind. You respect his boundaries , so you do it in private. Sometimes around the other admirals , but they don't snitch. They find it funny.

It's kinda hard to tell if he enjoys it or not because he's not the most expressive person.

In private , he finds it amusing whenever you mess with his chest.

Anytime you do anything , he'll just smirk and raise an eyebrow.

Sometimes he'll return the favor , but that depends on his current mood.

He's very into his work , so he'll just chuckle and go back to his work. You worry about him sometimes , honestly.

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

Thinking about

Dominating characters who is....well, dominating. Someone who can command a whole room with just one meaningful glare or one sharp cough at the slightest hint of displeasure, someone who's made up of smirks and smolders because they know that their aura is enough to speak for themselves. If it were an omegaverse, everyone would agree on the fact that they'd be an Alpha through and through with no hesitation or space for argument.

Dominating characters who deems you docile enough during the first meeting- you who looks like the literal definition of rainbows and sunshine, you who probably farts sprinkles and glitters, you who smiles ear to ear at the slightest joke, the type of person who laughs at their rude sarcastic remarks which honestly intrigues them a little bit, they'd never admit it though.

Gorgeous little you who brings them near to tears with how good you're riding them, pressing small kisses on their swollen lips and whispering praises after praises in their ear. Teasing them ever so gently as you place their hands on your hips, guiding them through. They're great at sex, known throughout the network of people as someone with skill and appeal- but one touch from you and they're melting into a puddle of mush and inexperience.

Gorgeous little you who brings them to their knees with just one look, heat pooling in their stomach at the knowing smile you give them. Allowing them to worship your body at your command, touch you at your command and stop at the same time with just one click of your tongue.

Gorgeous little you who looks down at them with the meanest little smirk gracing your lips as you watch them beg and plead for you to touch them, hips bucking up in the air as the aphrodisiac you so lovingly fed them starts to take effect.

Dominating characters who can't help but turn into a shell of themselves when faced against the same energy they give off except much more potent- your innocent look was barely a facade or disguise but they can't think of it as anything else when you act the way you do with them.

Dominating characters who rules over others in public but loves to get dominated by you in private.

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Brain rot again. I'm out of characters. Send help.

Characters that this applies to?

Jjk : Satoru, Toji OM : Lucifer, Diavolo

[corvus-ix]

SAGAU/Cult AU stuff

- Phanes isn't the true primordial/first descender

- Reader create Teyvat and the dragons were accidentally created but they're cool

- Reader during a weaken state was ambush by Phanes

- Didn't kill Reader, but put them into a coma

- They slowly decay & was reborn, then became the 3rd descender later on killed and multated

- there's actually more than 7 gnosis

- current reader possessed the extra gnosis that celestial didn't manage to steal

- reader slowly heal & regenerate using the power of her own gnosis

- woke in khanria but with no memories of who they are

- live they're life peaceful for a few years before the catalyst

- current game story

All of this is just a brain fart while I was doing some dishes, and honestly I don't understand what I just wrote and didn't really want to be bother making any sense with this

But I'mma share it anyway

[thegnomelord]

Shark

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(WOBSVHDVUH. HOLY MOTHER OF SHARKS. HOW DO YOU WRITE SO GOOD. Gosh you, darn you, daum you. Fuel my god daum brainrot.

Now im thinkin of angst. DONT WRITE IT, I CANNOT HANDLE YOUR WRITING IN ANGST. THIS IS JUST A BRAIN BLURB.

Price is close to death whether it be the ultimte battle between the destruction of all that can die or of a horrid enemy, they have yet to defeat.

Price is alive, but too far to be ever saved. The boys want to summon their captain's ole friend, to say a well had goodbye, maybe even save him. But no books, no scrolls, nor anything etched in stone on the surface depicts them. Nothing.

Price dies knowing hes lived a good life, praying to all the gods that his beloved eldritch dosent destroy the surface he called home.

The only way the poor eldritch finds out, are when Prices ashes are swallowed by the waves.

In every storm, waves tower over the heights of skyscraper, to the point not even those that could fly can cross. Death is quick when it comes to the ocean, like it trying to collect all power it can withhold. Creatures are cruel when it comes to what has killed their gods beloved, relentlessly acttacting what they can. Sharks are rare, to the point their sighting have come near myth or legend. Yet, they will always come come towards any that is draconic for they miss them. Ocean creatures, humanoid or not, would cry with no control, close to fire, dragons or smoke. They grieve. They all grieve.

But, Dragons seem to live longer when close to the waves. Saving them in dire situations when the fall from they sky, wounds healed when submerged in the salty sea. Even if you were pure fire, absolute whole magma. You'd be saftely cradled in any and all water. Water is the safest, the safest they have ever felt in all of their exsistence. They know this feeling, it is old, it is familiar, it is embedded in blood.

For the ocean rembers, it always remembers.)

Okay honestly your brain farts are always so good but. . . But . . . I'm so sorry sharky. This came to before you even wrote your ask and now I have to do it, you're just the sacrificial goat. . .

CW: SFW, angst, made myself cry :/ Got some idea inspo from @heliumknife

John Price doesn't die on a notable day. He doesn't die on the day of reckoning, doesn't die on the day fire rains from the sky and blood muddles your oceans, doesn't die alongside human gods, doesn't die on the day he may meet what made him and hear he was a good man.

John Price dies on a regular Tuesday night.

Not even a blip on the radar.

Having saved the oblivious world yet again he retches a bloodied cough as he stumbles on the beach he'd ended up on. His legs give out, the course sand rubbing his skin when he falls, red blood slowly seeping between the grains. Distantly he can hear his boys calling for him, watching the waves wash onto the shore, the tide too low to reach him; too low for you to sense him.

He can feel Gaz scrambling to stem his bleeding, Soap desperately searching through the first aid kit, Ghost barking on the coms that Price is hit. And as the world begins to grow quiet, the low murmur of waves washing upon the sand filling his ears, washed up amber glittering in his blurring eyes, the scent of seaweed and brine filling his rapidly slowing lungs—

Price smiles — he'll slumber with you soon.

Only when the morning tide comes in do you sense his blood, do you rouse from the depths like lightning, waking from a nightmare to find it has followed you to the waking world.

You're too late.

Like always.

He's so still.

Peaceful — worry lines and wrinkles smoothed out and face relaxed you could delude yourself into thinking he's just sleeping. Oh those dragons with their slumber; he'll grumble when you go to wake him, demanding five more bloody minutes of your attention as if he's the god here. Cling to you like a barnacle and growling like a kitten until you give in and lay down next to him. Give a rumbling purr and laugh at how he got a god wrapped around his finger until you shut him up with a kiss.

But you can't.

Your vessel's eyes keep darting to the blood staining his clothes, the crusted red lines trailing from his lip down his chin, the stillness of his chest, the silence.

They tell you John Price died protecting his team from a brutal foe. John Price died protecting the world. John Price died protecting the very people who in your recent shared memory had been happy to sharpen sticks and melt rock into to steel all in an vain attempt at glory. . .

John Price died a hero.

Your John died.

And you weren't there.

"Hey. . ." You look at Gaz when he speaks, standing on the opposite side of the medical table they've laid his body on. ". . .I know you two were, close." He chokes up, voice rough and nasally, fresh tear tracks staining his cheeks.

You envy him for it. For once you wish you were the ant on a circuit board instead of it's maker, just so you could see the world like they do, mourn like they do — open, visible, showing you cared, showing he wasn't just a toy in your sandbox. That Price was the voice you'd hear when loosening the noose of the rope, the beckoning call beyond the reach of your waves, the one that held that wretched excuse you call a heart.

But you can't.

All your treacherous vessel manages to achieve is a small dip in the corner of your lip. "So were you." Your voice is low and garbled like you're drowning, the rumble of icebergs scraping on the ocean floor filling the silence behind each syllable.

Gaz flinches like he'd been slapped, unable to look at the man he loved as much as you did. "Yeah," His gaze flickers everywhere like fleeing fishes in a reef, "I'm sorry." He blurts out.

"Don't be." You don't look at him, your cold hand reaching out to trace Price's jaw, coarse beard scratching your flesh. "You loved him when I couldn't." A part of you wants to be angry at Gaz for harboring John's affection and attention, that it's not fair for him to be able to mourn when you've known your John long before Athenians and Spartans decided to throw hissy fits in your waters. But you can't call yourself a lover he deserved when you met him so rarely, a blink of the eye for you and a century passes.

"Are you going to kill us now?" Kyle asks, not scared, as if he's expecting it.

It shames you, but you thought about it; of sea life growing gigantic and voracious under your influence, of making the sky weep in your stead, of violent waves rising up and devouring the planet for taking away your world. What's the point of it's existence when the one who made it shine has been snuffed out?

"No," You sigh in resignation. You can't, not while there are still people and places John loved, not while vestiges of him remain. You can't kill what's left of him, protect them like you couldn't do with him.

Gaz tells you they plan to cremate him in line with dragon customs, only to take a step back when you pick your John up to cradle in your arms, his loose wing draping over your shoulder, his head resting on your shoulder, nose buried in your neck as if he's scenting you once again.

"I'll come to collect the rest of you when you pass." You say before disappearing with Price, because if you had to answer Gaz's questions — Why are you taking his body when you weren't even there when he died? Why do you act like you care when you saw him so rarely? Why are you taking him away from Gaz when he was the one who loved Price? What gives you the right? — you would have drowned a country.

Water rushes around him the moment you are back in your element, holding him in a cradle made of your waters like the first time he'd fallen into the ocean so many millennia ago. Water bubbles escape his open mouth as your waves caress and kiss each inch of him, crusted blood muddling the brine around him as you pull him as close to your real body as you can.

Searching.

You can feel his soul once your waters have kissed every inch of his skin, faint yet stubbornly clinging on somewhere in the aether, no doubt giving Death a headache.

You were once a soul too were you not? Just a dead thing too dumb to know it died; somewhere deep beneath the individual writhing sharks and decaying corpses and fossilized bone making up your body resides your original one, nothing but a chunk of rock with the imprint of what you had as a skeleton at the time.

For if Death doesn't come to claim it, a soul won't die until the body's gone. You had slipped past the cracks, grew fat and large on the other souls until Death could no longer touch you without fear of being swallowed whole.

You doubt it would let Price slip through like it had with you, fortunately you put claim on his soul long ago. You swim to the deepest part of the earth where burning geothermal vents spew minerals into freezing cold waters, where you slumber and feed on the souls of the dead.

You curl around him, living and dead bodies parting until Price rests wrapped around the oldest part of you.

Embracing you like he always wanted to.

He waited so long for you.

Now it's your turn to wait. This time you will be there.

And if the oceans above rage for months, if the season long rain floods the streets, if the weather makes it so that in the crushing depths no one can pick out your tears from the ocean brine, all the better.