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couldawouldashoulda50 · 2 months ago

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the I need some William and Loren fluffy smut to cure my post-season-leaf-loss depression? Or part two of yes day? Or anything of that sort… I need Loren comforting her man, I need William having a summer baby fever breeding kink. I need all of that if you are still inspired!!!

Thank you so much for your ask. I actually have resumed working on Yes Day Part 2 - I had spent some time before that spinning a potential break-up scenarios....but this ask reset my brain and I came up with the idea below - aptly named The Reset (both for me and my fictional William). I hope you like it!

Word count - approx 4 k

Warnings - not much, swearing. general smut (oral [both m & f], p in v)

The Reset

The game was over. So was the season.

Game 7 had come and gone — and so had any last sliver of hope.

The car ride home was quiet. Not a peaceful, comfortable quiet — but the tense, jaw-clenched kind. William sat in the front with Michael driving. Loren was in the back with Ella. Camilla and Alex were in a separate car. Everyone was stiff and silent. The only sound came from the occasional throat clear or clipped attempt at small talk that fizzled just as fast.

Loren had tried to mentally prepare for this moment — the playoff heartbreak, the weight of disappointment — but nothing hit quite like being in that car, amidst the thick air of another exit that felt far too early.

She’d felt strongly that William should have some space once he wrapped up the season and headed to Sweden. She felt it was best for him to unwind with family and friends first — play golf, hang out, visit family.

William appreciated where she was coming from but he had wanted some time alone with her too.

When they got back to his place, Pablo and Banksy were waiting like his own personal therapists on four legs. William barely got through the front door before scooping Pablo up and burying his face in the dog’s neck. “You’re such a good boy,” he whispered, his voice thick. He knelt to hug Banksy next, murmuring something only the dog seemed to understand.

Pablo made a beeline for Loren, tail wagging. Banksy followed close behind. The tension in the room shifted — not gone, but softened — and nobody rushed to rehash the game. Not yet.

Loren kissed William on the cheek and said she was going to change. She didn’t want to hover. Sometimes she felt he needed time with his family without her and she gave him that space when she could. And honestly? She needed a moment herself. That game had been brutal.

A few minutes later, he came into the bedroom. Quiet. Exhausted. Still gorgeous but looking rumpled in his suit. She smiled softly as he walked toward her, his whole body heavy. She wrapped her arms around him, and after a second, he melted into her.

Neither of them said it — I’m sorry about the game - about how the series went — because what would that fix? He knew what happened. What had to be faced in the coming days.

She assumed he’d want to take the dogs for a walk alone, maybe use it to clear his head. But instead, he surprised her.

“Come with me?”

She looked up. “I thought you’d want to be alone.”

“I might need you for security,” he said, voice flat. “Could flash angry fans with your tits while I hide behind a tree or something.”

She snorted. “Oh yeah. Classy.”

But she grabbed her jacket.

They took a quieter route, hoping to blend in, though William and his dogs were far from inconspicuous. Still, no one bothered them. They walked in silence for a while — the good kind this time. The kind that always existed between them. Loren loved that about him. They could shut the hell up around each other and never feel weird about it.

Eventually, he reached for her hand. She gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. No words needed. She was here. Whatever he needed.

They talked a little about the whirlwind already brewing — locker cleanout, press conferences, speculation. Another season ending with more questions than answers.

“I can’t believe it went that fast,” he said.

She glanced at him. “I was so proud of you.”

He nodded, his eyes still fixed ahead. “Thanks for everything this year. The driving. The scheduling. Putting up with me when I was an asshole.”

She laughed quietly. “Yeah - you really are a fucking grump sometimes, y’know?”

He nudged her hip gently with his. “And Alex? He’s spoiled now. That’s on you.”

As they neared the building again, his pace slowed. She watched him out of the corner of her eye.

“So…I was thinking. What’s your cottage like?” he asked casually. “The one you’ve invited everyone to except me.”

She grinned. “You don’t strike me as a shit-in-the-woods kind of guy.”

He looked at her quizzically.

Loren smiled. “You have to do your business in an outhouse. It’s actually a very nice outhouse,” she said, trying not to laugh.

“I can deal with an outhouse.” William paused. “Are there bears?”

“There can be bears.”

“Hydro?”

“Most of the time.”

He looked at her, his expression unreadable. “You think I’d survive it?”

“Best chance is you’d survive with me.”

A beat passed.

“Are you really thinking you want to go up there?” she asked.

He gave a small nod. “I need to get the fuck out of the city. Just me, you, the dogs.”

Loren raised a brow. “So I’m only getting the invite because I have the keys?”

He smiled — really smiled — for the first time that night.

“Obviously.”

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They left Toronto first thing Monday morning.

It was early. Too early for traffic, too early for texts, too early for anyone to care about where William Nylander was going.

Which was exactly the point.

He wasn’t running away, not really. But the thought of the impending exit interviews, hearing more takes from the media, even facing his own family — it all felt like a weight pressing into his chest. He needed air. He needed to feel like time was suspended, even for only a short time.

Loren was still surprised with him asking to go to her family cottage — stunned, really. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him there. She just never imagined he’d want to be there. But he said it with such simple clarity — “Just you, me, and the dogs” — that she didn’t question it. She just started packing.

They planned for a quick trip — out first thing Monday morning, back first thing Tuesday. Just long enough to breathe.

William was asleep for most of the first hour and a half, slouched in the passenger seat with his hoodie pulled low. The dogs were knocked out in the back. Loren drove, the highway stretching ahead in soft, winding curves as they slipped deeper into cottage country.

They stopped once — all three males needing to piss on a dirt sideroad — and then kept going, passing rock walls, pine forests and still lakes that looked as cold as they probably felt.

Loren kept her expectations low for him. She warned him five different times that her cottage was not some tricked-out lakeside mansion like JT’s or Mitch’s. She joked that even Mitch’s boathouse was nicer than her whole place. William just smirked.

Eventually, she turned down a hilly, twisty backroad and rolled down the windows slightly. Banksy and Pablo stuck their noses out to sniff the air. Loren glanced at William.

“Do you wanna stick your head out too?” she teased, giggling when he tickled her knee in retaliation.

She’d be paying for that later. She already knew.

They pulled into the marina, loaded their bags and groceries onto Loren’s gleaming black pontoon boat, and set off across the lake. The further they got from land, the more William could feel the tension leaving his body.

Loren looked unreasonably hot driving the boat, even bundled up in layers. She rocked a windbreaker with sunglasses and her hair pulled back, she looked every bit the boss she was — steering through the buoys that marked rocks that would doom a boat's bow on impact. He watched her from the seat across from her, both dogs huddled beside him, and just loved who he was looking at.

She docked the boat flawlessly. She opened up the front of the boat and both dogs bolted out and up onto a massive deck built on stilts which hovered just above the water line.

As he looked around, William felt something loosen in his neck and chest that hadn’t budged in days.

When Loren stepped onto the dock, she stopped trying to lower his expectations. The moment he saw the place, she couldn’t hide how much it meant to her.

He kissed her on the dock — slow, grateful — and she could already see a bit of light returning to his eyes. She hauled the groceries up the long flight of stairs, with William carrying their other bags behind her.

Fuck, these stairs are worse than his normal cardio he thought.

Loren unpacked enough food for a small army and he watched her move about the tiny kitchen. She offered him something to eat but William wasn’t in a rush— at least not for food, anyway. He had other cravings. And now, with no one around for miles? They didn’t have to hold back.

Before he got his hands on her she tried to give him the “grand tour” which took all of five minutes — three rooms, a pseudo bathroom with a shower that an adult could barely fit into, and a porch with an incredible view.

Loren was still rambling about how it wasn’t much, just the essentials, barely enough hot water if they both wanted showers, yada yada…

William was barely listening.

She was standing in front of him with cold-flushed cheeks and her windbreaker half unzipped. The lake was behind her, grey and glassy. The dogs were already curled up in the living room. And for the first time in what felt like forever, no one needed anything from him.

No cameras.

No coaches.

No fucking press conferences.

Just her.

She turned to set a basket of extra linens on the bed, and he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in close.

“You know,” he murmured into her neck, “for a place that’s supposed to be ‘not much’… I already kind of love it.”

Loren turned her head to the side, smiling. “You’re just saying that because you’re literally stuck here….with no way off other than that boat.”

“No,” he said, kissing just below her ear. “That’s a bonus. But this? This is all I need right now.”

His voice was low, rough. Exhaustion still shrouded him, but so did something else — a need to connect. Not in the usual way, not even in the way they sometimes used sex as a pressure relief valve. This was different.

He needed to feel her.

Loren turned in his arms and really looked at him — looked into his eyes. She saw flashes of all the highs and lows of the past few weeks. But she saw something else. The need for something human - something that only she could give him where nothing depended on whether he blocked a shot or forechecked hard enough.

She didn’t say anything. Just kissed him.

And that kiss… wasn’t rushed. It was long. It lingered as her thumb stroked his perfect playoff beard. She waited all season for him to rock that beard. She kissed it knowing it would eventually be gone, like a ritual shedding of the playoff loss itself.

His hands moved beneath her sweater, fingertips gliding along her sides. Hers slid up the back of his hoodie, tugging it upward until he let her pull it off entirely. Her sweater followed, then her bra. Neither of them said a word. It didn’t feel necessary.

They slid under the sheets, beneath the blankets and the heavy quilt, and he was quick to find his place between her legs. He hovered over her for a moment — just looking at her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, brushing his knuckles across her cheek, then down the slope of her throat. “I don’t think I’ve told you that enough lately.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” she murmured, soft and teasing. “Totally got my ass in a twist about you not falling to your knees and telling me that every single second.”

He chuckled…that signature laugh of his — and the sound made her heart swell. She pulled him down, catching his mouth in another kiss.

There was nothing wild or crazy about what came next. Just slow touches, the kind that allowed two people to really feel each other’s full presence.

His mouth moved down her neck, his lips and his beard already creating that magical ache between her legs. His open-mouthed kisses which he lavished her nipples with only furthered that ache - the urge for him to slide inside of her and stay there, possibly for forever. She arched her back as he kissed, tongued and kneaded each breast while her hands smoothed over his back and her mouth kissed along his forehead. She whispered his name, threading her fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against her skin.

He kissed his way lower — she giggled and sighed as he kissed her pussy through her panties, soon removing them while kissing across her lower abdomen. There was no rushing. No feeling of pressure - only the blissful kind that comes from heightening arousal.

Loren was already wet —truth be told she had envisioned this moment since he asked to come up. Like her body had been waiting for this all season: the quiet, the time, the way he looked at her like she would forever be in his future.

He moved between her thighs, kissing her like she was the only thing that mattered — slow, deep strokes of his tongue, eyes locked on hers when he could.

She teased that he couldn’t have all the fun, so she changed positions - her on top, him still having full oral access to her pussy while she sucked his cock in the most sensually sinful way.

Although the heat was certainly rising between them, the still-cool air throughout the cottage won out, both retreating quickly back under the heavy covers.

They both snuggled as close as they could get, like two horny teenagers - their kiss was the kind that lit up the deepest need in each other.

He rolled her onto her back and she spread her legs, feeling every inch of his hardness pressing against her slit. She bit her lip as her hips rocked against him, her hands splayed across his round, bare ass.

They whispered their “I love yous,” smiling and giggling between kisses — some sensual and slow, others a chaotic barrage of smooches.

Loren soon gave him a look — like, ‘What are you waiting for, Mr. Perfect?’ — and wiggled her body in excited anticipation for his cock. She was so fucking ready.

When he entered her, it was smooth and slow. He watched her eyes soften and almost cross as her lids closed. The vein in her neck protruded and he was quick to plunge his mouth into the crook just above her shoulder. His beard tickled but it was such a heavenly feeling, his lips kissing up her neck while he thrust deeply into her.

He was close from the beginning. So was she. But one thing they never did when they had all the time in the world was chase an orgasm. They just enjoyed each other so much, their bodies moving together, eyes connected, full of meaning and lusciously dirty sounds.

Loren whispered his name again - awe would wash over her from time to time and she sometimes just had to say it to make sure he was real.

He kissed her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth.

“I needed this,” he said. “So much.”

“I know,” she whispered. “Me too.”

When they finally came — her first, then him just seconds after — it wasn’t loud. It was quiet and shuddering, like something tender unraveling between them.

He stayed inside her for a long while after, their bodies fully satiated beneath the weight of the quilt, hands exploring each other in slow, contented strokes.

I love that you wanted to come up here,” she murmured. “You just need to conquer using the shitter and you’ll be a certified woodsman.”

William nuzzled her neck and smiled. “You might need to stand guard outside. Y’know — just in case I fall in or something.”

“William — with that big badonkadonk dump truck you’ve got,” Loren giggled, giving his ass cheek a squeeze, “you have nothing to worry about.”

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Loren had drifted off in her usual post-orgasm way — flushed and breathing against his chest. One leg thrown over his thigh. One hand twitched loosely against his ribs.

William stayed awake.

Not in the restless way he sometimes did after road games or long stretches of adrenaline. This was different. His body was relaxed. His mind — for once — was quiet.

He looked around the bedroom.

It was small. Wood-panelled. The kind of room that hadn’t been updated much since the ‘80s or ‘90s — but it didn’t need to be. It was pure cottage chic. There were framed photos scattered everywhere. Signs of a family’s life built slowly over summers. A younger version of Loren in almost every one.

Her as a toddler in water wings and a neon-pink bikini, sitting on a warped dock, eating corn on the cob with melted butter smeared all over her cheeks.

Her in an oversized T-shirt, knee-deep in lake water, holding up a rock bass with a look of pure pride.

Her on her dad’s shoulders, both of them in matching baseball caps, their skin sunburnt and smiling.

He kept looking. At the girl she was. At the woman lying beside him now.

A love story between a cottage and a girl — one that quietly led her into the woman she’s become.

He turned back toward her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. He kissed her bare shoulder. She smiled sleepily but didn’t open her eyes — just rolled in closer and tugged the quilt higher around them both.

His gaze wandered back to a photo on the far wall. Loren and her dad again — this time sitting side by side in the their aluminum fishing boat. He was teaching her how to drive the boat - she couldn’t have been more than five or six. She was wearing sunglasses and bright orange socks with sandals, grinning like she owned the world.

He swallowed.

Quietly, like he wasn’t even sure the words should be said aloud, he asked,

“Do you ever think about having kids with me?”

Loren blinked her eyes open slowly. Not startled — just… surprised.

She looked at him for a long second.

Then, without a trace of irony, she said,

“I want nothing more than to be waddling along, eight months pregnant, with little Willy Junior holding one hand—”

William grinned.

“—and whoever comes next holding the other—”

“Wait, there’s already a second one? And a third on the way?” he teased.

She smirked. “Oh, you think I’m stopping there?”

He laughed, kissed her, and let her continue.

“Both of them holding my hands, watching their dad at morning skate. Or pressed up against the glass at a home game. I think about it all the time.” She paused, her voice a little softer now. “I think about what kind of dad you’d be. I somehow think I’ll be the bad cop between us two.”

He couldn’t speak for a moment.

So instead, he slid down under the covers and pressed his mouth to her stomach — soft, reverent kisses across her belly. His voice muffled slightly against her skin.

“That sounds about perfect. I’m fine with being the good guy.”

Loren smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah. I can imagine it now. You guys will all gang up on me - poor old Mommy’s gone to the insane asylum,” she feigned pouting. “Wait - is it perfect just because you like the idea of getting me pregnant again and again.”

He nipped at her side, making her yelp.

“I love the idea,” he said, lifting his head. “So…yeah… I’m game.”

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They watched one of Loren’s favourite ‘80s movies — still on VHS tapes. William shook his head as she hunkered down under the blanket, beaming with excitement to watch Beverly Hills Cop.

The rest of the day unfolded like time had slowed down just for them.

They snacked. They dozed. They went for a short hike and followed the shoreline back to the cottage.

Then came the dare — a naked cold plunge, since the lake was all but deserted. William, ever smug, managed just over three minutes. Loren lasted just under two before scrambling up the ladder, wrapping herself in a giant towel, shivering uncontrollably.

She watched William tread water, controlling his breathing and she playfully scolded him for putting “Cowboy Bill” through that kind of trauma.

He offered her the chance to warm him up — which she gladly accepted.

After dinner, they bundled themselves in layers — fleece-lined everything — to take the pontoon boat back out for a sunset cruise.

The sky was still bright, the lake like glass, but the temperature had dropped even further over the past few hours. It wasn’t long before William started grumbling about the cold — though secretly, he was enjoying the stillness… and watching Loren play tour guide.

After listening to him whine a little more, Loren brought them back to the cottage. A bottle of wine was opened — and somehow, very quickly, polished off.

There was an attempt at strip Uno, which turned out to be a disaster from the jump. Neither of them could remember if the reverse card meant you put clothes back on… or took more off.

William cheated.

Loren caught him.

They both ended up topless anyway.

By 10 p.m., they were in bed — very much not asleep — making the old bed frame creak like it was one good thrust away from snapping in half. They passed out by eleven, tangled under a quilt that smelled like wood smoke, both completely spent.

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Morning came too fast.

Loren made coffee and French toast and the best damn turkey sausages William had ever tasted. She teased him when he went back for seconds. He kissed her neck and said something about marrying her if she kept feeding him like this.

She rolled her eyes — but her cheeks flushed anyway.

Leaving day always sucked. Loren had warned him about it the night before, how it felt like the hours stretched while you were here… but snapped back to reality the minute you started packing. He felt it too.

While Loren jumped in the shower, William stayed in the living room with the dogs, a mug of coffee balanced on his knee, half-watching the Golf Channel on low volume.

His gaze drifted to the low bookshelf near the fireplace — stacked with photo albums, their spines cracked and faded from years of flipping.

He grabbed one at random and started flipping through it absently. Summer after summer of lake days, backyard birthdays, dogs long since passed, and winters with snow up to the windows.

And then he saw it.

Loren’s mom, very pregnant. Standing on the dock out front. Strands of her long hair being lifted by the wind. One hand cradling her belly. Laughing like someone just said something really stupid and really sweet at the same time.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the photo.

It looked so much like Loren.

If he ever needed a glimpse of what their future might look like — what she might look like carrying their baby — this was it. A living preview. And he wanted it so badly, it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

He reached for his phone and snapped a quick photo just to keep for himself.

The last 24 hours had been exactly what he needed. Exit interviews awaited him as soon as he was back in the city. But Loren — the calm she surrounded him with — helped quiet his mind.

But now — with that picture — it felt like a peek into all the tomorrows.

How he could see them spending every single one of them together.

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factual-fantasy · 16 days ago

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28 Asks! Thank you! :)) 🪆

@thelatter0verview5

I got a few petty reasons, but a very justified reason is because he is extremely disrespectful and treats everyone around him like garbage. Goose herself said that Jax is a bad person and the Jax simps need to reel back on the excuses they make for his behavior.

"But he's just pushing people away to cope" "But he's just mean because he lost a friend." "But that's just his way of showing love"

Yeah those may explain his behavior but they do not justify it. No matter the reason, Jax is responsible for how he treats other people, and he treats them all like trash. Jax should be held accountable for that.

Now just because I hate him, doesn't mean I have to take Ribbit away in my AU. I hate Jax as a character, as he was designed to be up to this point. But I wouldn't wish the death of a friend on anyone. So honestly for my own sake, not having to write something so sad, I added Ribbit to my AU.

Honestly I like Ragatha a LOT more after episode 5. She's actually becoming one of my favorites.

For starters, I could so easily put myself in her shoes when she mentioned Ribbit. Jax has been a PHAT JERK for a VERY LONG TIME. He has been grinding her gears FOREVER. Because of this she lets a nasty comment slip. "Not anymore.." but after that she IMMEDIATELY back peddles, realizing that what she said was very out of line. I can see myself being bitter and sipping up just like she did.

Right after she frantically yet genuinely apologizes and then flees to give Jax space from her.

Later on, when Jax has been a jerk AGAIN and pushes her buttons with a stupid "what no apology for me?~~💅💅💅"? I would not have had the strength to be kind to Jax. I would have told him to screw off and turned away most likely. But Ragatha had a bigger heart than that.

Despite how rightfully TICKED OFF she is with Jax's horrible behavior, she swallows her pride and apologies again for bringing up Ribbit. And again, walks away to give each other space.

I think Ragatha was awesome and showed how big her heart is in this episode. When she has these outbursts due to stress or other she immediately takes accountability for what she said and genuinely apologizes. That is a millions times more than Jax can say.

@local-dairywizard

The Caine in my AU is very different from canon. So much so he's hardly Caine anymore, but I'm ok with that.

My Caine has 2 goals, of which he was not programmed to do, but has made for himself none the less. #2 is to keep the humans as mentally healthy and calm as he possibly can. And 1# being the most important, get the humans out of here ASAP and back into the real world.

So while Caine in canon was freaking out about the humans liking the suggestion box adventures more than his own, my Caine would be THRILLED! He's be so relieved that the humans have some time of peace where they're getting along and socializing. In fact he would probably toss in a few little distracting activities like more food options, some more pretty bugs and a few more pretty colors in the sky.. before leaving the humans there in peace while he works extra hard on finding an exit for a bit.

In my AU, Caine cannot control or alter the minds of the humans in any way. And he is very transparent and honestly about his inability to do so. Which ngl the circus members kind'a wish he could-

If Caine could alter the minds of the humans, he could shut down their panic attacks, remove their deep depressions or paranoid delusions, and even cure abstraction. But alas, he cannot..

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Thank you so much!! :DDDD💞💞💞

Honestly, the only ramen I really remember the taste of is chicken. And its been a VERY long time since I've had that.. so its hard to say what they'd like <XD

But Cici and Gerald aren't picky, they'd probably try any ramen! Maybe they'd even favor a spicy kind! :00

I think that would be pretty fitting! :0 I wouldn't be surprised to see a teddy bear character on one of the crossed out bedroom doors..

(Referencing this post)

XDD I'm glad you like it! :))

That's gotta be on the list of the most wholesome and warm compliments I have ever received.. thnk yu... 🥺💞

@neo-metalscottic (Referencing this post)

Thank you so much! :DD And don't worry about the Shockwave post, <XD in hindsight I should have just waited a day or two before answering.

As for the Dinobots, I don't think I can promise anything 😅 I mean, you said they were normal Cybertronians that were experimented on and mutated to look like dinosaurs, right? Well in my AU it obviously wouldn't make any sense for Shockwave to have modeled them after Earth creatures- if he even could make them perfect like that.

Instead, they just probably became these horrible masses of mutated metal and grime. Their legs and spines were elongated, forcing them to arch and crouch their legs. Kind'a looking like a dino but not really being one- Idk how I can make that NOT horrific 😓😓

And tbh, I'm back and forth on Shockwaves arm. If he was primarily a scientist, wouldn't be illogical to replace one of his arms with a blaster? It would make more sense to replace his arm with another working hand, and maybe give himself some kind of body mounted gun for protection. Like Megatrons arm blaster or Breakdowns shoulder cannon.

That's probably what I'll do. But his other arm could look different or odd. Maybe it was taken from someone else's body and so the paint and finger shapes are different. But ultimately its just a normal hand.

Also, Shockwave using Arachnids mind as a blueprint for the Insecticons is really clever! It would make a lot of sense that they would worship her. I'll have to think about that! :00

And lastly, thank you for the well wishes! My symptoms have been pretty bad today, so after these two posts are up my day will come to an end and I will go crash <XDD

I honestly didn't care for any of them, but I liked evil Orbsman. His voice made me laugh for some reason XD

SCREAMSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! 😭😭🥰💞🥰💞💞💞

@palettepainter

Thank you so much!! :D Though unfortunately- since Ribbits ref was released, some changes are in the works-- <XD

I'm thinking Ribbit will actually be a 17 year old girl. I'm considering making her a mischievous "little" sister to Jax and they (lovingly) prank the crap out of each other all the time XDD

Anything beyond that, like if they knew each other before the circus or anything- has yet to be decided 😅

I got through all of Markipliers videos on it thus far, which as of typing this he has 8 parts up.

And yeah, at first I liked it. But by that first ending I completely rejected that entire game from the FNAF lore. It implies and changes WAY too much. Especially when it comes to Henry, William, the history of Fazbear entertainment, the springlock suits, the original 4 bots- its just a huge mess. As far as I'm concerned, for my AUs at the very least, that game is not canon. at all.

HOWEVER, I did take a liking to the animatronics/costumes. Much more than I thought I would. In fact I have some drawing plans for them! :DD

@briandraws (Referencing this post)

JSNDKJSN SORRY XDDD (I'm glad you liked it! :DD )

Also thanks again!! :DD But don't get too attached to it, after seeing Ribbits official ref sheet that seems to imply she's girl, I will be making some changes to her design.. whoops! 😅😅

@cherrycreamfairy

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD That's the part of the drawing I try my hardest to get right! 🥰🥰

I believe I've watched the.... 2....? movies about it. But it was a very long time ago so I don't really remember much 💔

@dragonsgirl572 (Referencing this post)

AWE!! Thank you so much!! :DD

And thank you for the well wishes. My symptoms have tough and our more recent cure attempt came back with no results. Hoping I get better soon too <:') 🙏

@beryl-shade

The design of the Tiger had me HOOKED! He looks so drawable! If its a movie and not a show I'll have to give it a watch!! :DD

@misscherrypie

I've seen it floating around and people saying its surprisingly good. I might have to look into it! :0

@minnesotamedic186

Honestly this season has been very gloomy, and it hit too close to home one too many times. I'm anxious for it to be over.💔🕊️

You can look at my tier list here :0 my rankings haven't really changed after episode 5. Other than moving Ragatha and Pomni up a tier and moving Caine and Bubble down a tier. Also adding Evil Orbsman to s-Tier XDD His voice was really funny. "whAt tHe f R I c K???"

@pewpewae

SCREEAMING AND CRYING WAAAAJHG THS IS SO SWEET THANK YOUU!!! PUTTING THIS ASK IN THE TINY SHIRT POCKET IN MY HEART😭😭😭💞💞💞💞

@candyglumboy (Referencing this post)

I can imagine they love pranking and screwing each other over in adventures. Its all light hearted and nothing too painful though dw- XD

(Referencing this post)

XDD Indeed!!

Awe, thank you! I can confidently say I don't do that because I've actually tried it before with Bowser <XD

I don't hate Bowser- but after the Mario movie made an absolute fool of him, I wanted to make him a vicious, irredeemable villain in my AU. Just an absolute monster, I WANTED people to fear and hate him. But in the end he felt bland.. it almost felt like I made a fool of him too but just on the opposite end of the spectrum.

I have since then learned my lesson and now try to take characters I don't like and give them some grace. I hope I was able to do that with TADC and TFP! <XDD

@virtualworldfp5

Very cool! :D

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#my response #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus episode 5 #factual fam #transformers prime #fnaf secret of the mimic #fnaf secret of the mimic spoilers

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shintaru · 25 days ago

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I feel nothing for you, nothing for you

🪼 m.list ♡ taglist ♡ recent fics🪼

Synopsis ~ how y/n and Wooin handle meeting after their breakup

Tagging ~ @ravenwritten @dzvelinaskebiyars @sylith @sanzuslutttt @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @prepchii @bfwooin @hyukwwn @kuchisabishiiiii

A/N ~ writers block may be cured but now I’m depressed… This is my first song fic that I’ve ever written!

His name still lingers around but you no longer hear it. It’s only been a few months and you’re already healing. Self sabotaging himself into the grave with no one left to grieve him. You barely remember his name or the nights you shared tangled in his sheets. His number has been blocked since the day he walked out on you. Shelly sits down at the bar beside you “Wooin is here and he’s telling people you’re his ex” she says scoffing while rolling her eyes in disbelief at his audacity to still keep your name in his mouth after he made you fall for him just to abandon you.

“Who is that? I’ve never met him and he certainly wasn’t my ex” you say it so truthfully that to anyone overhearing it would make him sound like a crazy stalker whom you’ve never known but to Shelly who knew you, your heart, & your past knew forgetting he ever existed was your way of coping and she didn’t correct you nor pry. “It’s all pins and needles babe I feel nothing for him” you tell Shelly with a smile showing the life has been brought back into you. A life that was sucked out of you when you were with him. You were so full of life before you met him and you’re returning back to that place.

Maybe you were a little cold and cut your throat but how else were you supposed to get over him? Your first love, the guy you were going to marry, wasn't easy to forget but you managed well. You removed every piece of him from your heart and memory. You wanted it to be as if you never met him, you never had lost your virginity to him nor got matching tattoos. That tattoo cover up you got hides the proof of that.

You glance behind you at the bar seeing the life he’s left you for. He thinks he’s so important since he got a little fame from losing league of street but you got bad news and a grudge from your past. They’ll all surely forget him like his crew mates when he was pursuing a pro career. People who only pay you attention when your skills promise them spotlight aren’t people who truly love and have the best interest for you.

Yet you had love and his best interest in mind and he threw it all away for a bunch of fakes who won’t even remember his name tomorrow. It’s pathetic and you don’t feel bad for him at all. You look down at your phone when you feel it vibrating against the bar table. “Who is it?” Shelly asks. “No one important, just an unknown caller ID” you say replying to her. You were both unaware of his intense stare watching you not answer his call from across the room.

His heart still longed for you but he felt it was far too late to reach you. After all he slit his own throat and you didn’t rush to save him. You always ran after him when he walked out and pushed you away but this time you let him run and you never chased him. To you he ended the relationship and he doesn’t get to walk back in when it’s convenient for him and when he sees his mistake but to him he just wanted to feel like he meant something for once.

Everytime you chased him he felt he was worth it and someone finally cared for him until you quit looking for him. You and Shelly say your goodbyes as you shut her cab door and wave her off telling her to text you when she’s home safe. You stand at the entrance of the bar waiting for the next cab. You decided to play some games on your phone to pass the time. A tattooed hand being slammed right beside your face makes you jolt and look up.

You look into the familiar yellow tinted glasses at his beautiful, tragic, piercing gaze. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” You say with a smile trying to be polite. He smiles and laughs but you can tell it’s not genuine laughter full of joy. His laughter is laced with pain that’s buried so deep you can’t dig up. “Do you feel anything when you see me?” He asks. “No, why would I?” You respond and laugh at his question.

He leans in closer looking straight into your eyes. You can feel the tip of his nose against your own and his warm breath against your skin. “Do I no longer make your heart race?” He asks eyes scanning over yours searching for the love they once saw in your eyes. “No really I feel nothing” you say pushing him off you. You spot your cab and walk past him getting in to head home and he doesn’t chase you. He enters the bar and downs tons of alcohol hoping he could easily forget you the way he believes you’ve forgotten him. He soon realizes that he too can’t forget the first love of his life that he wanted to marry.

#Spotify #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #wooin windbreaker #wooin yoo #windbreaker manhwa #sabbath crew #windbreaker sabbath #windbreaker shelly #windbreaker anime #windbreaker manga #wooin yoo x reader #yoo wooin #wooin yu #wooin smut #wooin #wooin windbreaker x reader #wooin x reader

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alyswritings · 2 years ago

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pitch perfect

Request: could you write a jj maybank and sister reader where her depression and anxiety has like gotten worse recently?? Love your writings!!!

Summary: JJ helps his sister when she isn't doing well.

Warnings: depression, anxiety

a/n: back from the dead! idk for how long lmao

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JJ gets back to the chateau after getting some stuff from his house. He throws the two bags onto the couch, getting a beer out of the fridge.

"Hey." John B walks out of his room.

"Hey." JJ nods, taking a sip of his beer.

"Hey, so, um..." John B purses his lips, getting a beer. "Uh... Y/N -- to my knowledge -- hasn't gotten out of bed all day."

"What?" JJ asks, frowning in concern.

"Yeah. Uh... tried to, but she just-- she wouldn't move. Barely even said anything." John B says.

"Uh..." JJ scratches his head. "All right. Thanks, man."

"Yeah." John B says, walking off.

JJ sighs, putting his beer down. He grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and a granola bar before going into the bedroom. His heart strings pull at his sister's curled up form underneath the covers. He gently knocks on the doorframe, but she doesn't turn back to him.

"Hey." JJ quietly calls. He shuts the door and walks over to the bed. "You get up at all today?" Y/N only groans. "You eat anything?" He asks. He glances at the nightstand, seeing the unopened package of peanut butter crackers that John B must've put in there earlier.

"You should eat something, Y/N." JJ says. Y/N doesn't respond. "Was there a trigger?" He asks. Y/N gives a small shrug.

JJ quietly sighs, wishing he could magically heal her. Wishing he could take all of this away, it killing him that he can't.

"C'mon, Y/N/N." JJ gently shakes her. "Say one word."

"Go away." Y/N mumbles.

"Okay. We're getting somewhere." JJ says. "I'm not going anywhere, though."

"Jayje--"

"You need me. I'm not leaving you alone, dude. Nice try, though." JJ says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why don't we get you into the bathroom and you can take a shower."

"Don't wanna." She mumbles.

"It'll make you feel better." JJ says. "I swear, it will. Even just a little bit. Come on." He stands up.

"JJ." She sighs.

"Up and at 'em." JJ rips the blanket off.

"JJ." She whines.

"Shower time." JJ says, picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom. He puts her on her feet, Y/N leaning against the wall. "Be right back." JJ goes back to the bedroom.

He comes back with some clean pajamas and puts them on the counter.

"Shower. Take as long as you want." JJ turns the radio on, giving her some music to listen to while she showers. "When you get out, I can brush your hair and if you want, you can go back to laying down and I'll put a movie on or something."

"You suck." Y/N frowns.

"Love you, too." JJ kisses her temple. "Shower." He orders, leaving and shutting the door.

- - -

Y/N walks into the bedroom where JJ is, the boy having the TV set up and a pile of DVDs to choose from on the bed.

"Hey." He gets up when he notices her. "I got you some water and made you a sandwich. Plus, JB had some grapes. Figured it's better than nothing."

"Thanks." She mumbles, taking a sip of the water.

"Pick a movie." JJ encourages, nodding to the DVDs. Y/N sighs, looking through them.

"Pitch Perfect." She holds the DVD out to him.

"Yeah. Of course." JJ mumbles, taking the DVD. He puts the movie in before grabbing his sister's hair brush and sitting behind her on the bed.

"You really don't--"

"Shut up." JJ tells her, grabbing the plate. "Here. Eat a little, at least." He puts the plate in front of her.

Y/N sighs, sticking a grape in her mouth. She relaxes a bit as JJ starts to brush her hair, his fingers combing through it afterwards. He soon finishes and puts the brush up, moving to sit beside her.

"You feel better?" JJ asks. Y/N just shrugs.

JJ frowns, rubbing his neck as he thinks of how to help her. He knows he can't do too much since there's no cure all to her depression and anxiety. Plus, if he pushes too much, she can tend to push him away.

He knows he just needs to keep a closer eye on her and make sure she's eating and taking care of herself somewhat, at least. JJ kisses his sister on the head before moving his attention to the TV, watching the riff-off.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x sister reader #jj maybank x sister!reader #obx #outer banks #outer banks jj #obx jj

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fandomsnrambles · 1 year ago

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The spinjitzu family has recently become my roman empire for some reason, you’re all going to see so much of them 😭

Anyway, i’ve been thinking about his relationships with his sons recently. And I know he doesn’t have a good relationship with any of them.

I know people argue ‘Wu was his favourite’ but i think if we actually look at how he acts, you realise he didn’t really have a favourite. I also feel personally inclined to respectfully mention that just because Garmadon said it, doesn’t make it true. Characters have biases that mess with their worldviews after all. It’s like saying Wu’s to blame for the devourer’s bite because he said he was. Even though he was like seven, maybe nine and had no idea that snake even existed.

Thats why you should take everything they say with a grain of salt and then consider their actions.

Wu’s relationship with his father is complicated. In the spinjitzu books he mentions how he wants his father’s approval, but doesn’t know how to start with getting it. We also get hints of the FSM’s (flawed) parenting methods in the show. I’ve noticed he’s emotionally distant even if he’s physically there. I mean, Wu says his father talked to them (Garmadon and Wu) less after the Aspheera incident. Makes me think that the FSM was definitely not there emotionally.

Due to this, Wu’s emotional needs as a child weren’t really met. His fathers distance hurt him and the FSM (maybe accidentally) neglected him. I say accidentally because i’m pretty sure the FSM is a traumatised child soldier who doesn’t know how to properly cope with everything so they just shut down/dissociate.

Wu was also raised with high expectations (alongside Garmadon.) This probably put him under a lot of stress to keep up. I’m thinking gifted child who got burnt out and more depressed as he aged.

I also think the FSM has trust and paranoia issues. You can look at Nineko and the way they went about dying for this. This guy really hands their son a script of where he died without telling him he gave it to him and mentions the bare minimum details. (I wonder if mentioning too much details got the FSM hurt. Maybe thats why he’s so distant.) Of course, trauma doesn’t really excuse being a flawed parent.

I also feel the need to mention that Wu unintentionally copies his father’s trauma responses. Heck, we could even talk about how Garmadon does the same, and later Lloyd. They all bottle their emotions and issues and hope nothing bad ever happens with that ever. Too bad for them though, we know how this ends

(Oof this is ✨generational trauma✨ at work)

Moving on to Garmadon, we know that after he got bitten by the devourer, the FSM helped him through his episodes and tries his best to find a cure. From this i can honestly say that the FSM did love and care for his sons. But this doesn’t mean they knew how to properly show that they did (especially because he doesn’t have a proper basis for what parent-child relationships should even look like.)

We see this when we get to know of Garmadon’s insecurities as a child. He doesn’t think there was anything wrong with him and seems to hate how the FSM tries to find a cure for him. Maybe because he doesn’t like the implication that he needs ‘fixing’ more than anything else. Garmadon’s also different than Wu in the sense that he grows more resentful of his father as he grows older whilst Wu clings to his father’s attention to get approval/praise.

I also want to mention how this resentment built up also affects how his perception of Wu’s relationship with their dad. He thinks Wu is favoured probably because Wu doesn’t have the venom and is the good one (because the venom apparently makes Garmadon the ‘bad’ one) and he sees his younger brother as the golden child. This probably built to jealousy and then guilt for the jealousy because Garmadon does love his brother a lot.

The high expectations also come’s into play here. It probably puts a lot of weight on Garmadon’s shoulders. Which doesn’t make his growing feelings of resentment better nor does it make his insecurities about his venom any better.

What makes this whole situation worse is that NO ONE in this family knows how to communicate. Wu doesn’t tell his dad or his brother how he feels, Garmadon doesn’t as well and FSM wouldn’t be caught breathing a word of his feelings to be honest.

This whole family would rather die than communicate ffs.

In conclusion:

#ninjago #sensei wu #lego ninjago #ninjago wu #lord garmadon #ninjago garmadon #ninjago lloyd #kinda? hes mentioned #master wu #sensei garmadon #garmadon #ninjago fsm #fsm ninjago #first spinjitzu master #ninjago first spinjitzu master #btw i hc he/they pronouns for the fsm #along with aroace #spinjitzu brothers

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totorolaughs · 9 months ago

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GOJO x READER | MY BLUE MOURNING BIRD

cure!reader death , angst, smut, sexual content, trauma. gn pronouns, teenager! gojo satoru, anal sx, note: hi, I'm still on hiatus but I wanted to post this since its just rotting in drafts. I'll be out of hiatus I'll post moore ( smut..just pure smut /j) orignal on ao3; translator is @ihrtbrainz REQUEST - OPEN | CLOSED

The sun was bright as the wind howled the sound of leaves rustling filled the air, bright sky blue eyes gleamed as his eyes locked in with yours. you felt a smile tug on your lips warm as a summer day, your fingers entwined with one another as you stroll in sync – side by side, the air was fresh as it could be the warm feeling of your fingers interlaced creating a comforting feeling within each other.

“Your eyes are as pretty as a morning blue bird, Satoru.” He laughed “Oh shut up! That's so cheesy, man!’ Satoru loved cheesy and cringy.

The sky turned gray and the now dark clouds cried. Satoru now stood in front of a grave. The grave was poorly taken care of and destroyed by age. He fell onto his knees as his fingers dug and crawled into the mud the tears of the clouds created.

Satoru sat up from his bedding in a cold sweat, rubbing his eyes as his breath heavy. He wasn't able to sleep after you disappeared, it kept him up at night even when he was able to fall into a slumber that didn't help since he suffered from dreams, which were more like nightmares than actual dreams. They would always begin in the same way as if it was a twisted game his own mind was playing on him; peaceful and comforting dreams would fill his mind before transforming into a depressing once peaceful dream filled with despair so heavy it would cause his chest to ache.

He opened his bedside drawer, blindly digging through it his fingers in the darkness of his bedroom brushing against numerous things until he felt it.

The polaroid picture your parents took of you and him when your days were still filled with bliss. You and Satoru were sitting in an inu cafe. A basset hound puppy got on top of Satoru's head as you both were about to get your picture taken by your parents.

The polaroid taken as you laughed which showed off your smile as Satoru smiled at the camera before the feeling of the puppy could register in his head just moments to late before the polaroid was taken.

He misses those days. He misses you. He misses the way you smiled along with the sound of your loud hyena-sounding laugh, as Satoru looks back on the fond moments he had spent beside you; his cheeks were no longer dry and were now a wet with his tears, A hiccup arouse from his throat as he tenderly ran his thumb on the polaroid.

Why did you have to disappear?

Was it him?

Satoru Gojo.

Was he the cause of your disappearance?

His stomach twisted into a tight knot as the thought of him being the cause of your disappearance. Why wouldn't these stupid thoughts leave his head? Of course he wasn't, why would his mind even come up with that possibility?

Is what he would tell himself in a pitiful attempt to block away that thought whenever he would look at polaroids he took of you it wouldn't make him feel better like his mother said but instead made him feel even more sorrowful.

Satoru thought about burning them and pretending he never had never ever known you, he attempted to burn a picture of you by holding it up to a lighter as soon as the corner of the polaroid caught on fire panic rose just as quickly it was lit just as quickly it was put out your face in the picture was burned into a charcoal black.

Never again.

oh how, he hopped you would come back.

he wants this to be just an awful dream he would awake from.

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crab-people-overlord · 10 days ago

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dumbass headcanons, stan & kyle edition

✦ NOTE: All of these are my personal headcanons, so totally fine if you disagree! I change things depending on the AU, but when it comes to canon-adjacent characterizations, this is where my brain goes (and there’s way more where this came from):

Kyle:

Height: tallest in the group, def over 6 feet. And lean in his young adult life - not necessarily twig skinny, but skinny with some muscle definition.

Sports: Played basketball in high school and loved it, though he didn't care to pursue it past that. It was one of the healthiest routes for his bottled-up frustrations. Still plays in local community leagues past high school for fun and stress relief.

Also did track in middle school, but hated it. Was decent at long distance, but found it repetitive and dull. Despite this, he will still go on long runs in adulthood when he’s especially pent-up

Bisexual

School/career: Thought he might go into law, but after majoring in pre-law realized that he hated it -- found it boring, but worst of all, super bureaucratic. So for grad school pivots into a field he knows needs help, but one he thinks he can realistically make an impact in. The canon way would be psychology (he had a lot of friends, especially Stan with his depression and Kenny with his poverty upbringing, where he watched the system repeatedly fail them and wanted to make a difference), or my other HC where he goes into something in medicine because he saw it repeatedly fail others and himself repeatedly. Personally, I most often HC that realistically he would combine these two and go into psychiatry. And I just know he is a major advocate for trying to change the systems, even the healthcare system itself. He is not afraid to fight the big lobbyists here.

Ike went through an angsty teen phase and pretended to hate Kyle for a couple of years. Kyle was less than patient in this phase of his, but they laugh about it when they’re older, and they’re both each other’s best men at their weddings.

Ike is very good at reading Kyle's moods and knows exactly when to give him space vs. when to bug him. Which mostly means he knows when to bug him.

Kyle teaches Ike to drive and is way more patient with him than anyone expected. Both their parents kinda sucked ass at teaching how to drive despite their best intentions, so Kyle took it upon him to teach Ike.

Still hates bananas. And by hate, I mean this viscerally. Everyone knows not to give him banana-flavored anything, though Cartman taunts him with it to a disturbing extent.

Music: Has a pretty wide music taste. I know some HC stan and kyle as having pretty different music tastes and I HC that to a small extent (stan likes hiphop and metal more than kyle, though kyle doesn’t hate those genres, and kyle likes alt/indie stuff a bit more and stan doesn’t hate that either), but i see them both as having more similarities here than differences due to their large tastes in music

Honestly I HC that stan and Kyle at their core love old rock etc and make fun of new pop together, whereas Kenny and Cartman are more appreciative of pop than they are. S&K once drunkenly cried over how much they both love Nirvana and The Cure. Actually, they drunkenly cry about lots of really stupid stuff together when they're teens, like how much they hate new disney and star wars. everyone else tells them to shut the fuck up about how pretentious they are when it comes to this shit lol

He and Kenny go through similar timelines in their college careers and really help each other out, particularly in grad school. Kyle especially is a huge rock to Kenny during this time, as Kenny never had parents who had higher education.

Gets irrationally angry at people who don’t return shopping carts -- picked this up from Gerald, who’s petty about weird things (just like Kyle, though he won’t admit it).

Develops a coffee addiction in college that borders on concerning. Drinks it black and judges people who add sugar

Plays the piano and guitar a bit (he was forced to take piano for years and won’t admit but was glad he did so he could learn how to read music even though he didn’t find it fun at the time). Learns the drums later in life, which is more his speed, and another outlet to let out frustrations. stan tries to more seriously teach him the guitar past 3-string songs but kyle genuinely doesn't find it as fun

Has the worst poker face imaginable - literally cannot lie convincingly. One of the many reasons he doesn’t like board and card games to the same level as his other friends, even though he’s smart enough to beat them (also he finds some of the games stan likes incredibly dorky. In a loving way.)

Has strong feelings about the Oxford comma and will die on that hill despite loving math + computer sci much more than English in school.

Dates the most in high school, yet somehow also has the worst luck with girls. No one understands how that works, least of all Kyle.

Gets unreasonably competitive about mini golf and arcade games. Actually, gets unreasonably competitive about most things

Loves angry female singer-songwriters (Alanis Morissette, Fiona Apple) but won’t admit it

Secretly practices arguments in the mirror and has imaginary debates in the shower (he wins every one, obviously).

Style: Color palette is pretty safe - lots of white, gray, forest green, orange. Finds a comfortable yet socially/casually stylish outfit and sticks with it like a cartoon character. I know some see Stan as the plaid shirt wearer, but S&K are equally likely to wear plaid -- and in fact, one time accidentally show up to the same function with similar plaid shirts; stan in blue and kyle in orange. Everyone made fun of them relentlessly, so they both stopped wearing plaid in their friend group. Kyle has strong feelings about sock quality and will pay more money for good socks. his real homies know to get him good socks as gifts.

accidentally went viral and popular on TikTok for witty/passionate political rants (stan secretly downloads tiktok just to watch him there). still is unreasonably attached to social media.

loves playing all types of video games like the rest of his friends, but especially loves mindless ones like lawn mowing simulator, powerwash sim, animal crossing, etc (think like that one FB farming game). those types of games are one of the things that helps him to unwind.

Stan:

Height: Tall as well - I HC him around the same height as Kyle. Tbh, I view them as pretty close in height (sometimes one is like, an inch taller than the other; I don’t have a set HC here). They constantly argue over who is actually taller. I see him as showing more muscle (Stan is more into strength sports and Kyle more into stamina sports; Kyle better at long distance in track but Stan better at sprinting), but also see him carrying a bit more weight. Not fat by any means, though he does get more of a dad bod particularly when he reaches his 40s.

Doesn’t go through another goth phase past Raisin’s, but starts to care less about how others view him (partially cuz of nihilism lol). Gets simple black earrings he wears throughout HS, but for the most part dresses pretty averagely in T-Shirts and jeans. Tried bleaching his hair exactly once (1 time and one time only) after his final breakup with wendy, but didn’t care to tone or maintain it, so it grew out pretty quickly. He looked like a scrambled egg for 2 months. His friends never let him live it down.

Speaking of getting broken up with in high school -- the last time Wendy breaks up with him in their sophomore year, he doesn’t date exclusively again for the rest of high school. Despite this, Stan and Wendy stay close friends starting their Senior year of HS and throughout adulthood. They really respect each other. Stan eventually realizes their relationship was following the same path of his own parents, a cycle he wants to break. They both always show up for big events in each other’s lives.

Pressured to join the football team, but couldn’t care less about it (though he does genuinely love following the broncos more than anyone else in the friend group). Constantly threatened to be kicked off the team due to bad grades.

School: Decent test taker, but never does homework. He has bad executive dysfunction, and I think shows signs of ADHD, though in the more stereotypically girl way rather than boy way (more on the inattentive side rather than hyperactive). Occasionally has Butters (who I HC has autism, again, totally fine if you disagree) tutor him when he needs to catch up, because Butters learns in a similar way to him and is the best at tutoring him because of this

Someone once told him he looked like randy when he tried growing facial hair for the first time, and he promptly shaved and never stopped shaving after that, though his hair grows fast and dark, so he usually has a 5’o o'clock shadow as an adult

Speaking of randy, his parents get divorced in middle school, and after that, his mom tries to get help for Stan and Shelley’s mental states. She becomes stricter with stan and alcohol and gets him the help he needs. Stan’s relationship with his dad improves when he only has to deal with him on the weekends. Is embarrassed at his dad’s behavior at his football games (he cares way more than Stan does), but Randy never misses a game. Stan learns these are the ways his dad shows his love and knows how to better deal with him from a distance as he grows older.

Speaking of Randy and Sharon - they still occasionally hook up, but get along much better after the divorce. Sharon eventually gets together with Nelson, Randy’s coworker lmao. Randy pretends to hate it, but secretly loves it

And speaking of Shelley, Stan learns to appreciate her brutal honesty - she's the only person who calls him out on his BS without judgment. They also learn that they’re a lot more alike than they’d care to admit as they get older.

They have a tradition of watching terrible movies together and competing to make the best sarcastic commentary. They can go months without communicating in their adult life, but every few years take solo trips together where it feels like no time at all has passed.

Tries college out (though doesn’t get any good scholarships for it) - first tries music major, then engineering. He hates how theoretical classes can get and just wants something hands-on and real, and becomes super depressed. He doesn’t learn in a neurotypical way, and college doesn’t serve him well because of this. He goes through another bout of pretty bad nihilism about the state of the world and ties his self-worth to being shitty at college, but his sister (and eventually, his friend group) helps get him through this and convinces him he’s not a worthless person for dropping out and not going the college route

Stan still is successful despite dropping out of college, and my HC for this changes. Going off canon, it’s he goes the military (Space Force) route because he knows he needs structure and is good at strategizing. Rises in rank but hates the bureaucracy. My fave HC though is that he becomes a music producer just for the money -- nothing fancy, just good at what he does, working this so he can live his hobbies outside of work

Stan and Kenny often spend solo time together when they just need fucking peace and quiet. all their other friends tend to find silence awkward, but they never do. they often go fishing together and either have the most deep, existential conversations or no conversation at all, but the silence is never awkward -- just relieving

Gets carsick as a passenger but is fine when driving, so by default everyone usually just has him drive if they’re in a group

Collects vinyls and is super pretentious about sound setups

Still hates snakes. Like, irrationally.

Knows every line to hamilton

#south park #headcanons #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #again - these are just my opinions so pls don't throw bananas at me. like kyle; I fucking hate bananas #at least throw something else at me #stan tries bleach blonde ONCE and now we all suffer #i would die for angry girl music and so would kyle #will prob do cartman and kenny next

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alannybunnue · 2 years ago

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Ok, Imagine: Muzan Kibutsuji with a Wife

Don't question it, ya'll asked for this

But i doubt you imagine something like this...Anyway, enjoy my nonsense :3

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

The Demon Queen

= The Backstory =

(I get it, the title is not original, but it makes more sense than anything)

So Muzan is a arrogant little shit and everyone knows it.

But imagine him being married to a unbreakable sunshine

So everything began 1000 years before the main events, in the Heian Era, when Muzan was still a human.

Political marriages were pretty common back then, so you may be asking "Who in their sane minds would marry their daughter to a man on the brink of death?!" Well, our dear reader's shitty parents :3 (Which technically...her mother is me 0-0)

It obviously wasn't a very enjoyable marriage, especially with Muzan's depressing and negative personality, but his wife never change her demeanor, it didn't matter how many times he would cuss at her, she remained at his side everytime with kind smile on her face.

Muzan honestly saw her as a stupid woman who settled down for a impossible dream (Which was them living a normal married life)

So in his mind, he couldn't understand what made her stay with him day and night, waiting for the moment he somehow would be cured from his disease.

She even kept her mouth shut when he killed that Doctor :|

...But then he began to change

And it wasn't impossible to notice, he seemed more energetic, didn't stayed in bed all day like before.

However, he no longer stayed away for shades, his poor wife only found Muzan where the Sun couldn't touch him.

Which made her confused to the extreme, and the poor thing couldn't handle curiosity for long, even if her bitch of a husband wouldn't say a thing...until that one night.

At first, Muzan was going to kill her, at least he was, until she saw him walking towards her normally and became extremely emotional, and went up to her husband and hugged like her life depended on it. (No, she didn't notice the bodies nor the blood)

And as annoying as that would be to the Demon King, he indulged on it for a while, until his brain began to work and he remembered all the times this woman stayed by his side when he was at his worse.

So he transformed her :)

= Muzan as a Yandere + Some details =

One thing that must be made clear, is the detail that Muzan is not in love, he sees his darling more of a living possession than someone he is infatuated with. Using her ultimate devotion for his mere benefit.

Of course, the other reason is because he is already used to his wife's shiny personality and having to look for another woman to disguise himself among humans is too much work.

And yes, after some centuries, he begins to feel bothered whenever she isn't around him, or whenever someone else is with close to his wife.

But that isn't love! It's more like if another child stole his favorite toy.

Surely enough, he won't punish the poor woman too much, she is naive, he knows that...so giving her the silent treatment is enough to make the bubbly sweetheart cling onto him for attention. It still annoys him? Yes. But does he also finds it endearing? Also yes.

Now, does she sees his cruelty and lack of empathy? Yes, however, she is now a demon, she lived centuries with her husband telling her not to mind what they do to humans, nowadays she just can only focus on how much she loves him (My child, wtf-)

Now with demons...it's another story, you see, since she was a human, she always wanted children, but considering the man she got married to...yeah, that was impossible :D

So in her mind, the demons are her children, so whenever Muzan is agressive with them...she is really upset (Let's not comment about when he killed the Lower Moons...my baby cried all night) However, she doesn't say anything, because she can't.

Whenever Muzan can't stay with his wife, he only trusts two demons to take care of her properly

Yeah that's right, Mister Six Eyes and Basketball Man, Kokushibo and Akaza

Both are the most responsible in the group anyway, so they are more than enough to keep the woman in one place...

...But they don't stop her when she wants to stay with others too, except Akaza when she wants to visit Douma.

And Muzan can't complain much, cuz she is safe and sound when he returns, so why bother? (Or that is what she tells him, so he won't lash out on her kids •-•)

So in resume, Muzan is a bitch to everyone but his sunshine wife, but he is not in love- Or that is what he tells himself? :)

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A/N: This honestly is kinda funny and cute somehow?? Muzan is one of the characters that i most despise and i still gave him a Wife...and i gave the Demons a Mom. Hope y'all enjoyed

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #muzan jackson #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #wife!demon!reader

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m-to-z-andbackto-m · 5 months ago

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No you don't understand, it's not just a hyperfixation, IT'S LITERALLY THE REASON I'M FUNCTIONING 😭

I don't like staying hungry or eating when I'm not sure if I'm hungry or bored because Horror exists, he's been through a famine, tf am I doing???

I get upset about my hypersomnia and I try really hard to not to let it happen because many skeles are associated with narcolepsy

I'm pretty sure consuming skeleton content cured my depression over a few years???

God, I'm literally so dependent on them, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THO!!!

I try to avoid toxic behaviors when I can identify them, and it's easier to because Nightmare is a toxic guy canonically, I've consumed enough content to know what's right and wrong in the long run

On the other end, seeing content where one or more of them gets comfort helps me navigate some situations because generally I'm not amazing at giving comfort

They also have me think about my philosophy and general beliefs, a lot of them have been done wrong so they do wrong, therefore I believe we should always try to understand each other because communication can avoid huge issues (DreamTale), and I think it's okay for people to take revenge, even to the extent of killing an abuser if the circumstance just happens to be that way (I'm not gonna specify what irl situation I'm thinking of but I do not advocate for murdering people in general guys, but it's only fair to see the motive, people aren't born criminals and sometimes the extreme feels like the only way out one way or another. Essentially, see people for more than their crimes. Of course some people are just disgusting assholes, but you get the idea.)

Having to memorize the lore and world building, along with creators, characters, interpretations, AND variations, doing all this helps me practice organizing thoughts and articulating difficult information

They actually boost my creativity and keep me happy, when I'm stressed, opening Tumblr to my favorite sillies literally takes my mind off whatever was bothering me, like I actually need them to lower any anxiety levels and keep me regulated

However on the downside they can make me very hyper, sometimes so emotionally so that I shut down for a bit because I physically cannot express my adoration for them and it's overwhelming but I never shut down for too long, I love them, they keep me going y'know!

They help me explore diversity and character writing, putting depth and thought into a being, helps me with my own creations <3

Actually, I'm too shy to look at × reader/self insert/(Y/N) content most of the time unless it's platonic (Might just be me being aromantic honestly) BUT I Have seen stuff where they affirm body types and "Flaws" and stuff like that and I think if I was less of a prude I could look at that stuff and it'd make me feel better about my insecurities, but for now my partners are doing a good job at keeping me normal

Essentially I just need all my sillies to work properly!!! 💕 (I'm so sane, and normal, and not senile about them :3)

(CW For Next Bit: Mental Health, Paranoia, Panic Attack Discussed)

Actually about that, my obsession with the skeletons used to be SO bad that I felt like they were always watching me and my brain would involuntarily make me feel paranoid and bad about myself (Possible ODC symptom where you're afraid of being judged for your thoughts/actions?) and I can't tell if it was a panic attack I had a couple years ago where I couldn't keep caring what they "Think" and I just had to scream and sob because you literally can't hold it in during one (If it was this, I guess I sorta pushed them away D:), OR my partners replaced my brain sillies so I feel them to a lesser extent

(Insecurity, Self Care Issues, And Gay Talk 😭 Oh and also mention of paranoia again but not so bad)

Like it used to be so bad I couldn't get up because I felt yucky, but I couldn't take a shower because they were "There", but now it's like, if my partners are my brain sillies, they like me, we'd probably take showers together when we live together and shit like that, it's okay if they're "Watching" me, actually, they're actual people somewhere else, doing something else, they don't just exist because I think of them the way the silly skeles do, they're actually defined and aren't actually around, it's just me thinking about them, it's okay, I don't have to feel so bad or weird about it, of course I still do a bit because insecurity is hard to scrape off, but I think I'm getting a little better and that's all that matters

Anyways point is, I need my wives, both skeletons and real, to function properly or I'm literally DOOMED

#MZM Rambles A Lot #utmv #sans au #undertale au #utmv au #fandom #ut aus #ut au #sans #utmv sans #undertale fandom #utmv fandom #ut au fandom #small vent #hyperfixation

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chronicowboy · 2 years ago

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real footage of me reading all of abby's comments on ao3

me when i bully @anxieteandbiscuits into writing the time loop fic, finally find time to read that shit and am forced to bully them even more in the comments <3 peace and love <3

#ABBY SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU OH MY GOD #ALL YOUR COMMENTS ??????#INSTANT SEROTONIN #swear ive never had this much happy chemical in my brain omg think u just cured my depression #i am hoarding all your comments and treasuring them like im a dragon and they're my pile of gold #p.s. must once again stress that this is the fic that bullies back so you had it coming :)

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antonsfreak · 19 days ago

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Ranking RIIZE Members Based on How Much I’d Want to Date Them zᶻ

1. Eunseok – 9/10

First of all—beautiful guy. And he’s super chill. I heard the members say he barely notices stuff and just floats through life, I love that. For someone like me who’s super sensitive, I feel like he’d be the perfect balance. I get hurt easily, so having someone calm and unbothered would help ground me. He’s exactly my type: nonchalant guys who suddenly start acting all “chalant” and weird around you. Love that.

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2. Sungchan – 8.5/10

In my opinion, he looks really reliable. I’d love to rely on my partner. He gives off that "I can shut my brain off around him" energy, and that’s so attractive. Idk if it’s his build or just his vibe, but he feels solid and safe. he seems like the type of boyfriend who quietly takes care of things—carries your bag, checks if you’ve eaten, remembers your favorite snacks.. His obsession with football? Honestly adorable. The way he geeks out over his jersey collection is cute, and I think we’d be a good match since we both have strong interests, even if they’re different.

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3. Anton – 8.5/10

Well… he’s my bias, so OF COURSE he’s in the top 3. He’s exactly my type appearance-wise. I love babying people—whether it’s friends or my partner. I’d love doing things for him. And when I look at Anton, I really want to baby him. Like, opening his burger wrapper for him. He’s so clumsy, and I’m usually not, so I imagine it’d be really cute: he’d mess something up, and I’d be there to help. Ge’s clumsy, soft-spoken, kind of awkward sometimes which i absolutely love. And he’s just... Anton. I could go on and on i could write essays about him but i’ll stop here before i fall deeper into this fangirling loophole.

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4. Shotaro – 7/10

i love him so much but we might be too similar. we’re both sensitive and soft so we’d probably spend the first month just giggling and apologizing for existing. But aside from that, I think he’d be a perfect boyfriend. He seems like the sweetest boyfriend ever. he’d bring me snacks every 10 minutes. Even if he can’t cook, he’d try to cook for me and that’s the kind of effort i’d cry over. like. yes chef. serve me your burnt egg with love. His smile would definitely cure my depression

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5. Sohee – 6.9/10

With Sohee, I feel like the relationship would be really 50/50(idk how to explain this). It’s got that “same-age, chill, funsy” kind of energy. he gives off the “dating your best friend” kind of vibe. like you’re still goofy and playful but also a couple. There would be so much fun in the relationship. but idk if it would ever go deep enough for me. like we'd have fun but i’d crave a little more emotional connection.

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6. Wonbin – 5/10

Okay, I love Wonbin, but personality-wise, he’s not someone I’d LOVE LOVE to date. His takes on relationships are just too different from mine. I feel like we wouldn’t be a great match. 5 because I do love his personality—he’s super silly and fun. Adore his chaotic silly boy energy. And I’d love having a boyfriend like that—but when it comes to actual relationship dynamics, I don’t think we’d click. Still he’s someone i’d 100% want as a best friend. But i dont feel the couple energy

note: this is just something lighthearted and fun, based purely on their on-screen/public personalities. i obviously don’t know any of them personally, and none of this is meant to be taken seriously or deeply. it’s all from a fan’s perspective and meant with full respect for each member as real people outside of what we see.

#riize #riize shotaro #riize eunseok #riize sungchan #riize wonbin #riize sohee #riize anton #riize thoughts #anton lee #briize

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universeofdreams · 4 months ago

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Tickets to Malibu

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Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre: SONGFIC!!, Pure Fluff for y'all

Warnings: none, really

Wordcount: 1809 words

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Summary: He got his hands on some plane tickets and shows you what you've been missing out on. Or: Jeon Jungkook, the man that uses discounts as a valid reason for spontaneous holidays. (They are, tho.)

Author's note: Good evening y'all! I'm kind of back. And back in my Kpop-era, thanks to Min Yoongi. I had the idea for this drabble/songfic on the train back home and for the first time in months I felt sun on my face. Of course this song started playing. It. Felt. So. Good. Depression? Cured. Hotel? Trivago. I hope you like it!

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“Look, they were on sale!”

Chimed the young man while ripping open an envelope that just arrived. He dropped his bag in the hallway, threw his shoes in the corner next to the front door and shuffled into the kitchen.

You were currently seated at your dining table and a mug with your favourite tea in front of you, same as your laptop.

You shot the dark-haired male a curious but annoyed look, warning him not to disturb you too much, you still had work to do.

But he flopped down opposite from you, slamming your laptop shut with a thud. You shot him a glance and you could swear you felt your eyebrows touch.

“Jungkook, what did you do this time?”, you asked, a hint of mistrust laced to your voice.

“Jagi, listen! I know you didn’t want me to but-“, he smiled and pulled two tickets out of the envelope, just to make the moment he placed them in front of you a little more dramatic.

It wasn’t some concert tickets to a band you fangirl about, how you thought. And it also wasn’t a ticket to your favourite museum in Seoul.

“What the actual fuck, Jungkook!”, you blurted out.

The way his smile formed into a pout and his usually very attentive eyes looked down, onto the tickets. But you weren’t let him slip. You weren’t mad, just surprised. But he was faster to react than you expected him.

“I-I’m sorry, Jagi… I thought you’d like to go.”, he muttered, trying to snatch the tickets away and out of your sight, but you caught his hand.

“Jungkook, what the fuck. No, I want to go and I’m so- so, so happy. It was blunt surprise. I really want to go with you.”, you explained and he stopped in his tracks. When he looked back up at you, you realised how glossy his eyes were.

He really was excited about this, huh?

He couldn’t even process what happened by how fast you stood up and made your way to his side to wrap him in a tight embrace. And the affectionate and cosy man he was, his head leaning against your chest, wrapped his arms around your waist.

You kissed the top of his head, caressing his temple and cheek while shaking your head.

“Thank you, Kook. I am so happy to have you by my side.”, you declared and pressed another kiss into his soft, and a little ruffled hair. That caused him to look up at you, this time a charming smile plastered on his face. The one you loved seeing on him.

And he was indeed the most adorable man you ever met.

Hell, he did everything for you, you name it.

He’d bring some food home if dance practice was taking longer. He’d take you into the studio when recording a new song just so that you’d hear the pre-edited version, he knew you loved those so much. He’d even beg your boss for more home office days or holidays when he was going on tour with the boys and wasn’t ready to leave without you.

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And that’s how you ended up in a short line for the business class entrance of the plane. And it felt real.

Next to you was the raven-haired male, a grin plastered on his face as he clutched his backpack and hectically searched for his passport.

The passport that was in your hand.

And for that exact same reason you never fully trusted him while traveling.

“(Y/N), have you seen my passpo-“, he asked and turned around to face you shortly after.

“Oh! There you are!” And with that he snatched it out of your arms and cradled it like a baby that’s been away from his mother for too long. And you simply shook your head, watching how Jungkook handed his passport to a flight attendant, almost dropped it and then got pointed at like a monkey in the zoo.

“You’re that kpop-dude, right?”, the woman asked and you had to scoff. ‘That kpop-dude’ was definitely a bit too funky sounding. You’d understand if she’d say ‘the goofball of BTS’, but she didn’t call him that.

And he just smiled at her, nodded and walked past her. That man’s mood was indestructible.

You quickly checked in after him, following him with fast steps to not lose him, because he suddenly chose to jump-walk through the bridge.

But once you settled, the seat was actually comfortable. And this time you didn’t feel terrified of flying, even if you usually did. Especially when flying with the rest of BTS. But that might be because their chaos and a plane? Never a good combination.

But Jungkook was almost immediately knocked out by exhaustion and got as comfortable as a starfish. His left arm on your head, his right arm on the armrest of his seat. He somehow managed to drag his long legs almost halfway below the two seats in front of him.

And there it was, Jungkook basically passed out.

You knew it would happen but that’s what he needs when traveling. Like a dog that was exhausted of wagging its tail too much.

The weather in Malibu was more than good, even better than your boyfriend expected it to be when booking those tickets.

You could’ve sworn that the sun burned your skin the second you stepped out of the air-conditioned airport. Being a skin care addict had its perks and one of them definitely was that you’d bring your sunscreen everywhere with you.

After a few moments of throwing things around in your bag, you finally found the minimalistic container of your favourite brand. The sunglasses pushed back into your hair, you started to apply a generous amount of the sunscreen on your face. And once you’re done, you handed your boyfriend the sunscreen and he gave you a look that said:

‘I am here to get a tan!’, featuring a playful smirk.

When you flicked his forehead, he pouted again and started applying the cream.

Avoid problem no.1: Sunburnt Jungkook, done

He called a cab and the driver rushed to get the suitcases into the trunk before you finally were finally making your way to the hotel Jungkook booked. And he even refused to tell you the name to check out the website.

The check-in was more than relaxed. Not a lot of people were in the lobby and you were able to make your way to the suite. And the bed – it was a dream. After more than eleven hours of traveling, you had enough for a day.

But Jungkook was still full of energy, pulling you off the bed and guiding you to your suitcase.

“Please, put on that pretty summer dress, (Y/N).”, he pleaded with his insufferable puppy eyes.

You knew that putting up a fight would not work out with Jungkook and so you signed in defeat and got into that dress he loved so much.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the suite, even out of the hotel. You barely registered where he was heading until the ocean came into view and you were able to hear the seagulls, hell, even the crashing waves clearer now. And once you reached the beach, he slipped out of your hand and ran towards the water. You walked a little further and sat down in the sand, watching him run back to you.

When he flopped down next to you, you were able to see the smile – the most beautiful one ever – displayed on his handsome face. His dark eyes were glistening and taking you in, sun shining in your face and making your skin glow.

God, he found you endearing every day but today? You looked far more ethereal than in the daily buzz back home.

“You never came to the beach, or stood by the ocean- you never sat by the shore under the sun with your feet in the sand.”

He took your hand in his again, but this time he pulled you closer. Despite the temperature he held you in his arms, overlooking the sea and sitting in the sand.

“But you brought me here and I'm happy that you did.”, you smiled, leaning into him a little more. Inhaling his deodorant - mixed with his perfume and the smell of himself – a little more this time.

Allowed it to flood your senses and feel his heartbeat.

He was here with you, sitting at the beach in Malibu and watching the sun go down.

You never thought it would happen because even coming to terms with his insane idol-schedule was hard. You had a job that didn’t require as much commitment as being a star required and you always told yourself that you’d be okay as long as he was, but you missed the couple time still.

He was the most loveable dork you ever met. Funny, charming, goofy, smart and effortlessly good looking. You could wake him in the middle of the night and he’d still be the most handsome man on the planet (ignoring his heavily dishevelled hair).

And he knew how much you wanted to spent a few days away from home, only him and you. How you never really experienced going to the beach or simply enjoying the deafening silence of the ocean. He remembered all of that, no matter how much time passed since you told him.

It was important to him, after all. If you’d ask him what he ate for lunch yesterday, he’d clutch his chest dramatically and say “I told you I have the memory of a gold fish.”

But he never forgot one of your quirks or your wishes. He knew them by heart. He promised himself to fulfil each and every one as long as he could, as long as you let him to. And that was all that mattered to him.

‘You two are just like the waves that flow back and forth,

Sometimes you feel like you’re drowning and he’s there to save you.’

You pulled back, enough to see his beautiful smile once again and how his curious gaze never left yours. It was so unreal but also so ungodly beautiful.

“And I wanna thank you with all of my heart.”, you muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

He could see his lip quiver for a slip second, before he pulled you in and kissed you, soft but desperate. Eager but longing.

You knew that this was the start of a new chapter in your book of love.

‘It’s a brand new start.’

‘A dream come true.’, you thought to yourself as his right hand crept up your cheek and gently caressed the delicate skin, his left hand finding its way to your waist, it’s second nature for him.

But the plane tickets were in fact not for sale.

#bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #songfic #drabble #oneshot #one shot #jjk fluff

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