#ummmm. oh wait that’s Kind of it

[dykepawjob]

alex kralie <- FUCK THAT GUY

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[kar1nsworldx]

Nerdy bloke ♡

pairing: ArthurTV x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: hard launching/soft launching(?) yours and Arthurs relationship - y/n used for reader as i thought it was stupid to just call her 'username' :)

requested: nope </3 but requests r opened for other youtubers (sidemen, chrismd, willne, calfreezy, etc.) as well for wolverine & deadpool PLEASE SEND REQUESTS

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ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩

arthurtv

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arthurtv: 🏂

tagged: @y/n l/n @arthurtv @georgeclarkeey @chrismd @wroetoshaw

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COMMENTS;

user007: arthur is the kind of guy to tag himself in his own post

y/n l/n: yeah it's bc hes a weirdo

y/n l/n: arthur i hate you, kys

arthurtv: :(

us3r: LMAOOOOOO

wroetoshaw: outrages

userly: love to see this group together <3

user777: THE SECOND PIC OF Y/N FALLING???????

usermybeloved: the third pic of Y/N is so cute wtf?????

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y/n l/n

liked by miniminter, chrismd10 and 42,632 others

y/n l/n: almost died 2day because of these fuckers 🤦‍♀️

tagged: @arthurtv @georgeclarkeey @chrismd @wroetoshaw

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COMMENTS;

georgeclarkeey: we were so close to killing her lads, im sure we'll succeed next time

y/n l/n: fucking hate you clarke

chrismd10: did you really have to post the fifth picture???

y/n l/n: yes ofc xx

arthurtv: that first picture is really pretty, I wonder who photographed it?

y/n l/n: ah yes, my apologies mr.television, heres your photo creds for one single fucking picture 🤲 xx

arthurtv: ty darling

userxo: DARLING????

userumy: UMMMM EXCUSE ME 👀👀👀

wroetoshaw: you did not almost die calm down

y/n l/n: WTF DO YOU MEAN I DIDNT ALMOST DIE???? YOU AND ARTHUR ALMOST DROPPED ME IN THE 3RD PICTURE MATE

usermybeloved: HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

arthurtv: sorry doll x

y/n l/n: buy me hot chocolate and i'll forgive you

arthurtv: yes ma'am

xeuserxe: DOLL??? MA'AM????? SIR WHAT

user111: LMAOOOO SHE HAS HIM WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER SJFBNCNF

freyanightingale: looking stunning girly xxx

y/n l/n: FREYA MY WIFE ILY!!!!!!

freyanightingale: ❣️❣️❣️

xeuserxe: whos that w you on the fourth photo??

y/n l/n: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

xeuserxe: hmm...

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savinggracepod

liked by userly, y/n l/n and 15,672 others

savinggracepod: Can you guees who's on tomorrow's pod? 👀😘

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y/n l/n: can't wait to see!!

savinggracepod: cheeky x

userly: MISS @y/n l/n COME HERE

xeuserxe: AHHH cant wait!! Xxx

user007: ❣️❣️❣️

user777: this is going to be good!

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y/n l/n

liked by savinggracepod, userly and 21,652 others

y/n l/n: was my pleasure to be on the @savinggracepod!!! loved talking about crushes 🤭, social media and so much more! GO CHECK OUT THE PODCAST RNN!!!! new yt video coming out in 2 days xx

tagged: @savinggracepod

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COMMENTS;

savinggracepod: was a pleasure to have you!! xx

y/n l/n: 💌💌💌

usermybeloved: cant wait for the new vid! :)

arthurtv: your new vid is bomb, can confirm

y/n l/n: :)

xouserxo: what editing program do you use?

y/n l/n: final cut pro x :)

xouserxo: tysm!!!

user007: i'm intrested in who this crush is...

y/n l/n: 🤭🤭🤭

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y/n l/n

liked by arthurtv, zerkaa and 68,752 others

y/n l/n: @sabrinacarpenter i love you please marry me 💍 also photo creds to mr. television @arthurtv for the 5th pic x

tagged: @sabrinacarpenter @arthurtv @arthurnfhill @chrismd10 @georgeclarkeey

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COMMENTS;

arthurtv: can we get married if sabrina says no 💍?

y/n l/n: ya ofc xx

arthurtv: yay x

userly: OH?????

user777: WHAT

usermybeloved: DO YQLL SEE THIS!?!??!?!????

chrismd10: @arthurtv I better be your best man

georgeclarkeey: your obbsession with her is concerning

y/n l/n: "please please please" shut the fuck upppppp!!!! Xxx

georgeclarkey: rude :/

user007: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

us3r: y/n is an icon

behzingagram: you ditched a sidemen shooting for a concert.. great

y/n l/n: okay so maybe I wasnt sick... whoops! 🤷‍♀️ xxx I'll be there next week ♡

behzingagram: you better be you bitch

y/n l/n: oh shut up you fat prick

usermybeloved: LOVE THEM SJFNNCNCC

user111: 💀💀💀

arthurtv: thank you for the photo creds doll

y/n l/n: yea yea ur welcome xx

arthurtv: :)

us3r: 'DOLL' ?????????????

ooouserooo: ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER OR SOMETHING?????

useredup: "mr. television" just say yall r togetger atp

y/n l/n: nuh uh

useredup: FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH?????

chrismd10: you were so wasted after this lol

y/n l/n: literally was not idk what ur talking about 🙄

chrismd10: arthur literally had to carry you bridal style because you were falling every 2 minutes

y/n l/n: I just wanted to be carried stfu

arthurtv: next time just ask doll, you dont have to almost brake your neck for me to carry you

y/n l/n: ay bet 💪🤭

user505: NAH WHAT

userly: THIS IS INSANE???????????!????????

user007: EXCUSE ME???? SHE WAS CARRIED BRIDAL STYLE BY ARTHUR???? "DOLL"????? "I WANTED TO BE CARRIED"????????? I AM GOING INSANE WHAT THE FUCK???? THE EMONJI COMBO TOO????? AAAAAAAH

taliamar: looking good x

y/n l/n: says you! xxx

faithlouisak: fit

y/n l/n: ❣️❣️❣️

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y/n l/n

liked by arthurtv, stephen_tries and 72,637 others

y/n l/n: date night was a blast w this nerdy bloke <3

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COMMENTS;

arthurtv: did you enjoy yourself doll?

y/n l/n: oh most certantly mr. television

userly: EXCUSE ME WHAT

useredup: WHAT IS HAPPENING

user007: ARTHUR X Y/N DATING CONFIRMED??????????!??????????

user111: LITERALLY GOING INSANE AND FERAL IF THIS ISNT FUCKING ARTHUR AND Y/N TOGETHER IN THOSE PHOTOS I AM GOING TO MURDER SOMEBODY AND THEN MYSELF TOO WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

y/n l/n: please don't murder somebody! or yourself! and if youre going feral pls check that you dont have rabbies!! xxx much love (:

user111: NOW IM GOING CRAZY BECAUSE YOU REPLIED TO HOLY MOTHERFUCKING FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ksi: the flowers are pathetically cute

arthurtv: shut up

us3r: OH???????

usermybeloved: SCREAAAAMING

user505: ARTHUR THOSE FLOWERS BETTER BE FROM YOU

geenelly: cuties ♡♡♡

y/n l/n: says you! xx

bambinobecky: happines is a good luck on you girly! xxx

y/n l/n: stfu ur to kind 🫂🫂

chrismd10: about damn time

y/n l/n: oh shut up you inbred twat

taliamar: hope you guys enjoyed the resturant!

y/n l/n: YESSS we did!! double date soon? 👀🤭

taliamar: yess x

freyanightingale: the little bows are so cute 🎀

y/n l/n: RIGHT?????? ♡♡♡

user505: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP DYING

georgeclarkeey: disgusting (said with love)

y/n l/n: literally die (said with love)

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y/n l/n & arthurtv

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y/n l/n: IT IS FINALLY TIME!!!!!! NOT ONLY TO ANNOUNCE ARTHURS AND MINES RELATIONSHIP BUT TO ALSO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!!!!!! Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, where to start? Well first of all I'd like to wish you a happy 28th birthday my love! I geniuenly hope you enjoyed it, that you liked all of the gifts and that you enjoyed your birthday with the people you love and who love you too! There are not enough words in the english language to describe how wonderful you are, and how much I love you. You're the kindest, most smartest and funniest person I know, with the goofiest smile and silliyest ideas too. The way you care for others and how you always try to include people and help everyone around you makes my love you even more. Arthur you're the Deadpool to my Wolverine, the Sun to my Moon, the fucking love of my life. I love you to fucking death Arthur. Thank you for everything you've given me, and once more I wish you a very very happy birthday my love.

tagged: @arthurtv

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COMMENTS;

arthurtv: Y/n youre making me cry and the guys are laughing this is not funny :( also i love you too ❤

y/n l/n: ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

tobjizzle: happy birthday man! 🫂 so happy for you guys 😇

ksi: happy bday 💪💪💪also congrats too

vikkstagram: 🌟🫂

stephen_tries: hes crying a river y/n

freyanightingale: AHHHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET!!!

wroetoshaw: atp that mans drink will become pure water with how much tears are falling into it

behzingagram: sap

y/n l/n: shut the fuck up

taliamar: 🫂🫂🫂

miniminter: happy for you guys, and happy birthday arthur!

bambinobecky: SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS AAA!!!! Happy birthday!

faithlouisak: 🫂🫂

geenelly: HDHCJCJCJC SO HAPPY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR

arthurnfhill: y/n my shirt is soaking wet make the man stop crying

callux: did not expect to see arthur cry 😭

calfreezy: best couple in 2024??? 👀👀

y/n l/n: YESSIR

theburntchip: y/n get that man some tissues pls

user111: MOM AND DAD ARE FINALLY TOGETHER AAAAAAAA

user505: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP DYING THIS IS REAL THIS IS ACTUALLY REAL

user777: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR OHMYGOD

us3r: FIANALLY!!!!!!

useredup: YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! HAPPY BDAY ARTHUR!!!!

usermybeloved: FUCK YEAAAAAH!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🗣🗣🗣

xeuserxe: HELL YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH BABY

xouserxo: ❣️❣️🫂🫂

user007: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!! 🎉🎉🎉

user707: FUCK YEWAAAH!!!! ALSO THE COMMENTS SAYING THAT ARTHUR IS CRYING????? HDNDJCJJC I LIVE YALL HAPPY BDAY ARTHUR!!!!!

us3r: JDNFJCJC LOVE ALL THE SHIRTLESS PICS 😭😭😭😭

userly: DIDOWJCJDHCHHC THE FIRST PIC IS SO FUNNY TO ME JDNDJCJ HAPPY BDAY AND CONGRATS!!!!

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[sh4wty18]

tiktok pt. 1

read pt. 2 here

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: you decide to hard-launch your relationship with jake on tiktok, and get distracted along the way.

cw: fluff, language, hickeys, suggestive ending

word count: 1.7k + edited

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You enter the kitchen of your boyfriend Jake's house to find him preparing a sandwich at the counter. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. Even though you’re shorter than him, (the top of your head only reaches his neck), physical touch is one of both of your love languages, and you both love this type of affection. “Babe, do you wanna post a tiktok together?” you ask him.

He swings around to face you and grips your waist with both hands, “Ummmm yes?? Is that even a question??? Of course I wanna make sure all of my hot girlfriend’s followers know she’s taken” he replies, a smile beaming across his pretty face. “But… weren’t you nervous about getting hate?” he asks, looking more concerned than excited now.

“I mean yeah, but it’s been over 4 months since we’ve started dating, and we’ve been completely private. I think I’m ready to let the world know I'm dating one of America’s Favorite Ladies.” you smirk and raise an eyebrow towards him, which elicits a grin. You really are ready to post together, even though you’re nervous. But you figure it’s only going to be more overwhelming the longer you wait. Jake and Tara have been broken up for almost a full year, and Tara even gave you her blessing to start dating him. Plus, you knew Jake had been wanting to post a tiktok with you for a while now, but wasn’t saying anything out of respect for you. 

Jake couldn’t hide his excitement now, but he still asked through his wide smile, “Are you a hundred percent sure? I only wanna do it if you know you’re ready.”

“Yes, Jake. I promise I want to” you hold your pinky up to him and he links his with yours. You’ve made a habit of using pinky promises as a form of asserting comfortability in your relationship. You and Jake can both get really anxious about hurting each other’s feelings or pushing a boundary by accident, so you decided that when verbal communication isn’t enough, a pinky promise will be another way of letting each other know you’re okay.

He is smiling from ear to ear, and you feel your face flush. You could look at that smile forever, and knowing that you are capable of making someone so happy makes you feel an incredible sense of joy. “Yay!!! I’m so excited, oh my God!! What do you wanna do, baby?!” Jake asks you, lightly bobbing up and down with excitement. You reach out and take hold of one of his hands, leading him to the living room where you plop down on the couch, with him sitting next next to you.

“Okay… so I’ve kind of had this idea for a while, but it’s really cringey, I’m not gonna lie” you say, leaning your head on Jake’s shoulder.

He leans his head on top of yours, “Y/N” he starts in his Mama Bear voice, “I don’t give a rat’s ass how cringey it is, alright?! We’re doin’ it!” 

You giggle, “Okay Mama Bear. I was thinking we could use the song “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex, and during the part where he says, ‘your lips, my lips, apocalypse’ we could alternate saying the lines or something. I know it’s dumb–”

“NO! Stop saying it’s dumb, it’s not dumb. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth it. And everyone’s gonna be jealous when they see it cuz of how hot we are. They’ll have no choice but to want at least one of us!” Jake replies, gripping your shoulders to emphasize his point.

You blush and laugh, Jake always knows what to say to make you feel accepted. “Thanks, Jake” you say shyly, and he leans in to kiss you warmly on the cheek. 

“Anything for my favorite lady,” he says. You definitely feel your face flush as you wrap your hand around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, maintaining eye contact with him. “Haha, I made you bluuushhh” he teases, poking you in the side. 

“Shut up!” You reply, grabbing the nearest pillow and whacking him over the head with it.

“Owwwww… Y/N that hurtttt” he whines in his baby voice, pouting at you with fake sadness.

“Awwww, do you need me to kiss it better?” You ask, teasingly. 

He nods happily, “Yes, yes I do, thank you.” 

You pull his neck towards you and kiss his forehead gently where you had hit him with the pillow. He pulls your face towards his mouth and your lips meet. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, anchoring your body around his hips. Your hands play with his hair as he leans into the kiss, gripping your back with his hands, practically gluing your bodies together. He frees himself from your mouth to start peppering kisses down your jaw and lingering on your neck. He knows where to suck to make your breath catch, even though you try to hide it. You’ve always been a fan of hickeys, and Jake is fucking good at it. You tilt your face a little more towards his ear and let out a small moan, which only causes him to suck harder, finishing in one section and moving to another, leaving bruises scattered around your neck in all the spots he knows you love. He’s about to continue down to your tits when you pull away from him, “Babe, stop distracting me with make out sessions! We’re supposed to be filming a tiktok!!” You know you’ll both be naked soon if you don’t stop him now, but you really wanted to rip off the bandaid and post the tiktok. Sex can wait– and it was definitely worth it. 

Jake stares up at you, lips swollen and breaths quick, “Grrr you’re no fun,” he jokes in his baby voice again. His fake-pout quickly turns into a smile, “I’m just kiddin’, let’s get filming! But I would put some make-up on there before we start if I were you,” he nods toward your neck. 

You climb off his lap and walk to the bathroom, turning the light on to look into the vanity mirror. “JAKE!” you scream, “What the fuck!! How did you leave this many that quick?!” Your neck has at least six purple bruises scattered across it, ranging in size. 

He bursts out laughing and runs into the bathroom behind you to admire his work, “Damn, I’m just the hickey queen I guess” he says, and places a hand on your lower back. He hops up to sit on the vanity as you begin blending concealer into your neck. He watches you and smiles, “You’re so pretty.” 

“Shut up, you can’t win me over with flattery now!” you try to maintain a stern face but you can’t hide the grin forming on your lips as you make eye contact with your boyfriend. “It was pretty good though.” 

“Oh, I think it was more than just “pretty” good, considering I had you moaning in my ear.” He leans towards you, maintaining eye contact, knowing that you’ll fold if he stares at you long enough. You were never able to keep eye contact with him for too long, it just makes you flustered. 

“Fine it was REALLY good,” you say, smirking, and add a peck on the lips for good measure. 

“That’s what I thought,” Jake replies sassily, hand on hip. 

After you finish applying the concealer (you eventually had to give up because no amount of concealer could fully cover the bruises on your neck), you both return to the kitchen to film the tiktok. Jake leans against the island counter, and you lean against him with your arms around his waist, so that your torsos are pressed together. He angles the phone above both of you since he’s significantly taller, and presses record. The song starts playing, and you’re gazing at each other. You lipsync the first part of the line “your lips, my lips”, and Jake follows up with “apocalypse”. When the line ends you both lean in to break the tension, softly pressing your lips together. After the sound ends, you both rewatch the video to double check that it looks okay. 

“I think I can see one of my pieces of artwork a little, but I doubt anyone else will notice unless they’re LOOKING for hickeys,” Jake says, “But still… you sure you wanna post it?” he double checks.

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck anymore, I just want the world to know that you’re mine.” you reply, gazing up at him.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot when you take control.” he says, looking flushed, “Hurry up and post it so I can finish what I started.”

You feel your heart rate increase at the thought of Jake continuing to mark your body, so you quickly type out the caption “hard launch <3”, tag Jake in the video, and post it, putting your phone on Do Not Disturb and leaving it on the counter. Whatever happens, you know Jake will always be there to support you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous as shit to post a video of you guys kissing on the internet. 

He senses your nervousness and intertwines both his hands with yours. “Hey, don’t think about it. They’re gonna say whatever they want but we’re the only two whose opinions actually matter. And what I know is that I love being with you. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and funny and being around you makes me happier than I’ve been in… a long time. So fuck them… and fuck me?” He winks at the end, perfectly ruining a pure moment in classic Jake fashion. But you can’t complain, you know he meant every word of what he said, and you love his sense of humor, no matter how silly it is. 

“You’re such a child!” you giggle, “But thanks, and I could say the exact same to you. You’re a star, Jake. And you make my life brighter in every way. I love being with you.” You hold the sides of his face in your hands and pull him into a not-so-gentle kiss, which he returns hungrily, moving his hands up your back under your shirt, to feel your bare skin. He pulls away for a second to let out a breathy groan against your mouth, “Let’s go upstairs.”

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this could be a standalone, but let me know if you want to see pt. 2! it's also already posted on my ao3 :)

[ronearoundblindly]

I just want to start this off by saying you are one of my favorite Steve writers of all time I can’t believe I just randomly found you one day. Every time I read something I think “oh this is her best” and then I go to something else and literally the same reaction so thank you of sharing this for free. The comfort reading your Steve stories give me is unexplainable.

LOL the funniest thing is I found your works on ao3 first and at first I didn’t click the tumblr there so when I found the CEO au here I was like “um excuse me who tf is plagiarizing — oh wait no same person. Thank god”

So I don’t know how you feel about writing about pregnancy and kids but Steve having to deal with that especially in the Sun Salt and Shield AU is so hilarious to me. Is there a hc you have about that? Or just in general about them getting more serious. I love that you didn’t take the easy way out and just “Splash”ify the mermaid reader.

Um🥹😚, all of this is great, and I'm not trying to just skip over all your lovely compliments (also, good looking out on the plagiarism because that issue's going around again 🥲). I just want to jump right into the headcanon of pregnancy and kids for Sun, Salt, and Shield.

This is mostly rambling. Sorry it's not well-formed, but there *might* be a chapter of fic percolating from this. No warnings. No detailed talk of pregnancy or birth, only vague reference.

Just the other day I revisited an ask about MissG/Doll not having the more humanoid body of idk-what-to-call-them classical mermaids?? And I wondered if that (the classic look) could have been a blended species from way in the past between deep sea mermaids and humans--essentially, would Doll and Steve have children that looked more like what we typically see as mermaids?

It's an interesting train of thought, and, frankly, perfectly logical. If they had a kid or kids, that's likely how I'd do it.

However--and this is a big HOWEVER,--I am admittedly not a big fan of pregnancy, kidfics, and all that 'adorable' parenthood stuff. Sounds a little cruel that way, but there you have it. I'm me. I make things more complicated than they need to be.

I would make pregnancy a different experience from humans. Doll's kind would have a different mentality toward offspring than humans. Some hilarious and/or angsty misunderstandings could ensue.

For example--because I don't think too deeply into these matters, shhhh--based on the sheer size of her whole species, I don't think deep sea mermaids visibly look pregnant like humans. Their hips simply get wider and they sort of thicken all the way through their torsos to mid-tail. Honest to goodness, humans truly just think Miss G is getting fat, but just in a 'putting on weight' way, not a nasty judgy way. In this event, and since you/G do not have the vocabulary to explain, your pregnancy goes unnoticed until it is very advanced.

To you, this is a common inevitability in the sea between mates, but there isn't the type of hoopla--for lack of a better term--surrounding the process.

So you're pregnant? Big deal?

Ummmm, wow, the wheels are really starting to turn on this, but also your species doesn't have a calculated sense of time. You live in mostly darkness (and the ambient/changing light of other mermaids' tails), so you wouldn't have any real way of explaining how long gestation for a baby is. Likely, the kid would grow super fast, too. Means Tony still doesn't know the average lifespan of your species because there are no common/known markers to describe how long your 'elders' have been alive.

Stuff I haven't worked out yet: would the child of a deep sea mermaid and a human be able to live in either native environment? That's where I'm thinking the lower-depth, classic mermaid comes into play; still has fins, can breathe air for short periods (but longer than you), probably can't handle heavy pressure for very long though (since you spend far longer in a pool, not the pressure chamber asleep, than most deep sea-ers while pregnant), and is lighter colored in scales and features than you due to the shallower water (more affected by sunlight).

I do think it would be cute for the child to have Steve's blond hair and blue eyes simply because that is unheard of in your species (as are the paler scales and armoring. I should mention that since you have lavender eyes--i.e. very light sensitive--human blue eyes are comparatively dark.

You'll notice I'm not saying son or daughter. When newborn young...I don't think anyone can tell if the child is male or female. I don't thing G's species cares, and I think you'd be very confused by how intently Tony and Steve try to figure that out. Conceptually, it simply doesn't matter at all what sex the kid is until puberty, and even then...it still sort of doesn't??

Hmm. That's all I got on this for now, but I sense I could probably come up with some interesting angst with a happy ending from it.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Not that it matters, but I love 'Splash.' I've learned that it's fine to explore fantastical things to all sorts of degrees, and as almost all of fandom can tell you, fluff is great, fluff is necessary, and fluff keeps us afloat. Big HOWEVER, it is not okay to wash away anyone's race or heritage (in this case--obviously fake--a species' culture). Be respectful. It's that easy.

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@fandom-has-taken-me-hostage @leah2901 @blogbog710

[loveiis]

oh you fancy, huh?

chris sturniolo x black!fem!reader

summary: chris pretty much has a thing for seeing you all dolled up for a just a day of spoiling you. he loves spending his money on you all the time and seeing your reaction when he randomly takes you out to get your nails done and go shopping.

warnings: suggestive jokes, cursing, fluffy, NOT PROOFREAD

(A/N: i am somewhat proud of this but also not at the same time. i literally wrote this because apparently it was an idea i recently had. idk.)

“come on ma, you’ve been in that bathroom for an hour already.” chris called from the other side. “sorry bae, im coming i promise. one more thing.” you responded, dragging your lip gloss across your lips.

you forced the applicator back into the container, and walked out the bathroom to see your boyfriend scrolling on his phone. he looked up at you, looking at how beautiful you looked dolled up like this.

“damn, i didn’t know you were doing all that.” placing his phone in his pocket, he kissed up and down your neck softly. “chriiis, let’s go i’m ready.” you cupped your hands around his neck as he kissed up your jawline and finally placed a kiss on your lips.

“mm, i like that cherry.” licking his lips and tasting the bit of lipgloss on his lips now. “ew, chris. dont eat the lipgloss.” you swiped it from his mouth with your thumb. “i’ll eat you if you don’t stop touching my lips like that.” he looked down at you with low eyes.

you removed your thumb from his mouth and instead held his hand. “lets go, please. you’ve been waiting and i feel bad.” you say softly. “its okay, ma. it was worth the wait to see you look like a full course meal.” he smirked.

“chris.” you glared at him. “okay, sorry. let’s go.” he started walking, keeping his hand intertwined with yours.

he opened the car door for you, giving him a small “thank you” before settling in. he got into the drivers seat and started the car.

“we should go get your nails done before we go shopping.” he stares at you. “how’d you know i needed to get them done again?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“cause’ i got you a tech without your permission. you haven’t been able to tell by the amount of times i’ve taken you to get them done again?” he replies.

“no, actually i didn’t notice. that’s so sweet of you, baby you know you don’t have to do all this.” you hold his hand as a thank you.

“actually i do, spoiling you is my middle name.” he kissed the top of your hand. yeah, you’re marrying this guy.

he pulled out of the driveway, starting his destination to the place you usually get your nails done at.

——

“hey girl good to see you again!” the nail tech, rachael, greeted you. “heyy!” you gave her a nice hug. “so what we getting today?” she asked. you didn’t really plan this out, since it was kind of a last minute decision made by your boyfriend.

“ummmm….” you slowly turn to look at your boyfriend, who’s again, scrolling on tiktok. “ma, you know you can get whatever you want. i’m not going anywhere.” he deadpanned.

you rolled your eyes as you thought about what you should get. “uh, lets just do regular coffin french tips.” you turned to smile at her. “feet too? or no?” she asked. “no, not today.” you shook your head. “okay, lets get started.” she walked towards a manicure table and sat in the chair, as you followed behind and sat on the other side.

your boyfriend sat in the chair next to you, at the other manicure table. she started to get to work on your nails, as your boyfriend sat patiently next to you, occasionally checking on the process to make sure they look nice.

——

“baby, they’re done.” you wiggle your fingers in front of him, showing off your new set. he immediately looked up from his phone, smiling. you smile, doing a little shoulder dance, happy with your new nails.

chris loved to see you like this, happy with new things he bought you, looking like the happiest girl in the world.

you both stood up from your chairs, moving to the front desk to pay. “you look so pretty, baby.” chris stood behind you, his hands on your hips and kissing your neck.

rachael smiled and mouthed the words “yall are so cute”. you smiled at her comment. “how much?” you asked. “twenty dollars.” she leaned over the counter. “twenty? thats different from the last time i got these.” you questioned.

“yeah, twenty dollars because i love you guys. we’re like family now.” she shrugged. you chuckled, reaching into your purse to grab a twenty dollar bill, until a hand slapped your wrist.

“ow! what the fuck chris?!” you twisted your head a bit to look at him, who was still kissing your neck. using his left arm to hug your waist, he used his right to pull out his black card and hand it to you. “its just twenty dollars, jesus you don’t need to flex. its only rachael.” you rolled your eyes, handing rachael the card.

she scanned the card, and handed it back to you. “have a great day guys!” she waved at both of you. chris stopped kissing your neck and waved as you did too. you both walked out of the place, chris’ arm wrapped around your waist. “thank you baby.” you kissed his cheek as a reward.

“you say thank you in that tone again and i swear to god im gonna fuck the shit out of you.” he says, pressing the button to unlock the car. “whats going on with you today?” you get in the car as he holds the door for you.

he gets in the car, starting it up. “nothing, you’re irresistible, you know that.” he pulled out the parking lot, his right hand on your thigh.

——

you arrived at the mall, chris holding your hand as you both walked in together. chris had felt pretty scared since you were looking a little too good today and you were out in public.

“lets go to windsor.” you suggested. “wherever you want, just take me there. don’t even ask.” he once again kissed your hand, but kept holding it as you led him to windsor.

you looked around at the dresses, grabbing a formal one, and a sundress. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were grabbing, so you went into the fitting rooms with him.

he waited outside while you tried on the formal dress, it was a sparkly blue skin tight dress.

“okay, im done.” you came out the tiny fitting room, stopping in front of your boyfriend who was sitting down on the complementary bench. he looked up at you. “what’s this dress for?” he caressed your sides with his hands.

“maybe for like parties or something, when i wanna go out with my girlfriends.” you looked at him, knowing he was going to say something stupid.

“oh you fancy, huh?” he smiled at you. “boy what do you know about fancy?” you chuckled.

“i listen to that song, what do you mean?” he continued rubbing your sides. “mhm, sure baby.” you laughed. “don’t doubt me, ma.” he said. you shook your head, and went back to the room to try on the next dress.

you came out again, this time with the sundress on. you gave him a little twirl and asked him what he thought about it.

he didnt say anything, but he stood up and got closer to you. he placed his hands on your hips and smiled. “you look so fucking beautiful. in everything. even in what you were wearing today.” he started to kiss your neck, again, for like the third time today.

“does this mean i can get both dresses?” you removed his face from the crook of your neck and looked into his eyes. “yes, baby. get whatever you want. just grab it.” he looked back at you.

he seemed entranced by you. like you put him under a spell today, he has never said no to his sweet girl, and he never will.

you kiss him softly on the lips and go back to the fitting room to change back.

you grab both of the dresses and head to the register, chris immediately giving you his black card again.

you started to hit more stores, never forgetting to say thank you to your lovely boyfriend everytime he got you something. even though there were clothes he didn’t like, but you did, he couldn’t say no. you were his weakness, and the way you looked today just made him even weaker.

chris carrying about four clothing bags and you carrying three sephora bags headed back to the car. putting the bags in the backseat you sat in the front as he got in the drivers seat.

“i love you so much chris. thank you for today, you know you didn’t have to.” you smiled at him. god he was gonna lose it if you smiled at him like that again.

“i do have to, i’m never going to not spoil you. i love you too, okay?” he lifted your chin with his index and thumb and placed a light kiss on your lips. “still liking that cherry flavor, ma.” he licked his lips, smirking. you rolled your eyes as he plugged in the aux cord.

“oh lord, what’re you about to play now?” you looked at him. “you’ll see.” he grinned at you.

“Go, go 'head (Go, go, go)”

“oh my god, chris.” you smiled, knowing he was playing Fancy by Drake. he started to head bop to the beat, you joined in after a little while.

“this song was made for you baby.” he says, driving out the parking lot. “that’s what you think.” you looked out the window, listening to the song.

“oh you fancy, huh?” chris sang along with the lyrics.

——

when you arrived back home, you both took the bags inside and placed them upstairs as you started to get unready.

chris was now in grey sweatpants and a white shirt, while you removed your makeup and wore one of chris’ shirts and nothing but underwear underneath.

chris laid back in the bed, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. you came out, no makeup or anything like that on. “you still look so pretty. how am i so lucky to have such a beautiful girl?” he opened his arms as you climbed into them.

you laid on his chest, his right arm around your waist and your right leg across his. he used his other arm to pull up the covers, and then placed it back on you.

“thank you baby.” you lifted your head a bit to look at chris, then scooted up a bit to cup his cheeks in your palms, and placed a bunch of kisses all over his face. you wanted to show him how thankful you are for a man like him.

“stop kissing me im seriously about to lose it.” he halted your actions. you went back down to your position, chris rubbing your back in up and down motions.

you get more comfortable as your eyelids started to feel heavier, falling asleep in your boyfriends arms.

[moonshynecybin]

expand on your marc/bezz thoughts please callie i want to hear everythinggggg

what a fucking. a/b/o ass podium. truly insane dynamics on display on all fronts UMMMM. so. the only. scenario where i can see anything like this happening in marc’s crazy little hot girl mind. is if he is triangulating his desire for vale through his little protege. like the thesis of this is. alpha bezz juuuuuuust understanding his sexuality here confronted with. the wettest happiest neediest omega the world has ever seen. anyways under the cut she got. LONG ♥️

so. BASICALLY. in my mind palace marc was on heat suppressants off the shits for yearrrrrs until his arm kind of made him go cold turkey because they interfered with his pain meds (giving up control over his heats ANOTHER thing marc hates so bad about it all) and vale shows up in the paddock for the first time since marc left the murderbike to a place where marc is FINALLYYYY catching a whiff of happiness after four miserable years (portimao alsooooo compelling, but marc is now like, EYE think a lot less anxious on the bike) and marc’s biological clock decides he’s safe, realizes his alpha is in proximity (wind changes and his knees feel like jelly), and goes off like five alarm claxon sirens like YOUR DICK APPOINTMENT HAS ARRIVEDDDD. truly marc smells insane he LOOKS insane the wet patches on the racetrack on saturday where allegedly from rain but NEVER rule out that they were actually a result of marc marquez’s wap

but despite every alpha in the paddock being like IS THAT ALLOWED?? marc is like. he is stillllll learning to respect his body still yearning to put everything on the line for another taste of that top step JUST got to a place where he feels like hes adapting to the bike and gaining confidence. he literally got POLE in the SPANISHHH GRAND PRIX, thats an insane carrot on a stick for our little guy who is so wrong in the head <3 and marc has always been a guy who needs to contextualize his suffering as a narrative arc to cope with it all so hes veryyyyyy aware of the sway a weekend like this can have in terms of his confidence! AND his career! and when he crashes in the sprint he looks at his hands and SERIOUSLY considers not going for it (allllll of the injury stuff. again it’s JEREZ. and the body keeps the SCORE !!) but it’s marc and its spainnnnnn, so he spends the night before the race going through his first heat since he was 15 ALONE and feeling absolutely out of his fucking MIND. (valentino rossi inside the same square mile or so as him and he wants to pick up the phone and call him so bad he wants 2 CRY. three fingers deep in himself one of vale's hoodies from 2014 spread out on the bed and it’s not enoughhhh). but the night passes. and its sunday and he's not 100% out of it but! hes insane in the pussy and he actually feels a bit clearer. still smells crazy but less shaky and ALWAYS determined. so he races!!!

AND BEZZ. oh boy. synthesizing the thoughts of many scholars on this topic. bezz is somewhat newly single VERY newly aware of his sexuality AND the kind of alpha that sees a hot omega who is CLEARLY in heat without a partner and feels crazy. dogboy 9000%. what do you MEAN no one is taking care of him?? jennifer lawrence voice. what do you mean. what do you meannnnnn. a service top realizing no one is SERVICING marc and as such becoming wildly horny AND itchy under the collar without being able to name exactly why. base instincts are going CRAZY while pecco is politely ignoring it all.

so bez is out of his head but just barelyyyy realizing it. mostly just kind of knows that he wants marc 2 pay attention to him so bad. soso bad. clumsy a little embarrassing. truly WATCH the cooldown room video bezz is constantly asking marc little questions and touching him and trying to get him into the conversation (staring at marc waiting for him to talk and marc does not!) like bezz is going right through pecco (his homoerotic bestie of OUR fiance and straddling in parc ferme fame) to BLAST marc in the face on the podium. he is specifically going to HIM to clink champagne bottles. he is staring at marc in the press conference giving him the up and down like a horny psycho. he is complimenting his riding and licking his lips and touching marc's waist and tracing his lil finger over the part of marc that USED TO BE HURT with the careful tenderness of someone MUCH more familiar with marc than he is lmao. truly. cunt struck. scenting him off IMPOLITELY. friendship ENDED with heterosexuality marc marquez's ass is now my hypothetical best friend. if no one will top him then EYE WILL. behavior!!!

but marc is ATTEMPTING to nobly IGNORE this... aware he's in heat (its burned off a bit, for the time being, after the adrenaline of the race... mellowed out to edgy horniness...) and aware bezz is an alpha and he can SMELL how interested he is and. well the attention is interesting and feels good and the base part of his stomach that likes feeling hot enjoys the way bezz smell is tugging at him BUTTT he's taken!! like not really but he ISSSSS!! so hes ignoring bezz keeping his eyes determinedly on that screen watching the overtake he tried on pecco... but the paddock is tiny and after the race marc decides to go out and celebrate and. hes horny and happy and a lil bit keyed up from vale being there and. as fate would have it. he lands at the same bar that the academy crew is rolling at. and bezz is there and. he comes up to marc. and sort of. clumsily tries to talk to him. buy him a drink. and hes young and hes charming and marc is going to cut him loose as gracefully as he can and fuck off to ride out the rest of his heat in peace but. bezz cracks a joke in his lilting italian accent (marc has a FETISHHH) and marc barks out a jajajaja cackle before he can help it (everyone. says one of the ways bezz is most like vale is his HUMORRR)... and marc is DRUNK and bezz is SWEET and TOUCHING HIM and he smells GOOD and also. when marc closes his eyes he can catch a whiff of VALE on bezz's SKIN... and it curls into his chest and makes something in his heat addled brain settle in a way he's been craving all weekend... lighting him up and holding him down in a way that clutching onto that hoody that doesnt smell like vale anymore three fingers deep in himself didnt... and its justtttt enough to let bezz take him home....

[ereawrites]

can you pleease talk about Shisui falling in love with his childhood girl best friend? i think that’d be so cute!

OH WHAT THE FUCK this is so good

obviously they meet in the academy. they get along like a house on fire instantly but they are sooooo chatty. the teacher probably always tries to seat them on opposite sides of the room but they still talk so damn much. it’s okay though because they’re both at the top of the class

they start to train together outside of the academy as they get older bc they’re kind of sick of everyone else not being able to keep up lol. even once they get put into genin teams they just show up at each other’s training sessions

shisui is so smug when he finally hits his growth spurt and gets taller than her

they’re pretty inseparable while they’re kids. she’s always at the uchiha compound and he teaches her all the ways to sneak in when the guards won’t let her in. he’s always hanging out with her clan members, helping all the old ladies and younger kids out. the grandmas LOVE him

it’s probably when he goes into ANBU that things start to change. maybe she goes into ANBU too but they’re deliberately separated. all of a sudden they’re barely seeing each other, so every time they catch up they feel like they’ve missed so much. shisui really struggles with this tbh he misses her a lot

so when he comes back from a long mission and she tells him she went on a date with someone, he convinces himself his annoyance is just frustration that he doesn’t know her as well as he used to. but he’s a smart guy and every time he sees her she’s becoming more beautiful and after a few months he’s like. fuck.

he’s not one to hide his feelings once he realises he’s fallen for her, especially if she’s going on dates with/getting attention from other guys. it’s just too hard for him to ignore. he gets a lot more flirtatious, gives her lots of compliments, generally just turns on the charm. then he panics and doesn’t talk to her for like a week. he’s so scared of ruining what they have, but also so scared of losing her to another guy. and she’s like ummmm shisui what’s going on

she probably does confront him tbh. she has to be an upfront person if he’s going to fall for her. hopefully she’s kind about it and just asks why he’s been strange with her, and if everything’s alright. and he can’t take it anymore he just has to confess. he won’t beat around the bush, just comes straight out and tells her he’s developed feelings for her

…if she doesn’t return the feelings, he’s pretty devastated. he might try and avoid her for a while just to let his own feelings settle down. he’ll definitely come back to their friendship and things will be pretty much the same as before, but he’ll always have those feelings for her a little bit, and he’ll spend a long time wondering what could have been

but if she DOES like him!!!! so romantic so good!!!!pls just let her kiss him instead of talking. he takes a few seconds to react and then he just wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hard. doesn’t let her go for a loooong time

they won’t make it official straight away, but it’s pretty obvious they’re dating. he gets a lot more touchy with her in public, always draping an arm round her shoulders, retying her hitai-ate for her after training, that kind of thing. and everyone in the village just thinks finally

in an AU where shisui lives, he’ll probably propose to her while they’re pretty young, realistically as soon as they’re out of ANBU. he already knows her like the back of his hand, he knows he wants to spend his life with her, so why wait? and the wedding is SO cute. he cries at the altar

side note. itachi loves this girl. her and shisui probably prank itachi so much but he doesn’t mind. he probably cries at the wedding too. and sasuke thinks both the boys are so cringe ew.

[storiesandthingsofthatnature]

Cradle Snatcher Pt . 3

Summary: Curiosity gets the better of you and you take a pregnancy test. After finding out the fated answer, your world turns upside down but for a whole other reason.

Word Count: 5K (so short, forgive meeee)

Pairing: RE!2 Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: Descriptions of gore, violence, guns, ummmm, nothing else?

Disclaimer: Nothing to report :3

A/N: So I had NO idea how I was going to continue this series and then I went “oh yeah. Zombies” So let’s do this! I apologize for it being short. Consider it a prologue~ 

Enjoy! :D

The sound of the heel of your dominant foot hitting the ground sounded through the stall of the police station women’s bathroom. You had your head in one hand, elbow sitting atop your knee while the other hand held a pregnancy test in shaky fingers. You were late. You had planned to check when you got home but the curiosity and assurance for what is going on ate at you until finally you went out to grab a test during your lunch break. You had gotten a weird look from the cashier but anyone would think twice about asking a cop what they were doing with that. Plus, it was none of their business anyway. 

Biting your bottom lip, a part of you dreaded the answer. Yes, you had asked for it and with gusto but for some reason you thought that it wouldn't happen. It had only been a week since you and Leon had that amazing encounter and since you two decided to be together. In that week, however, you did not prepare yourself for this possibility at all. And when you were sure that the required time had passed, you checked the stick and you felt your stomach flip. You were pregnant, alright. 

You let out a shaky sigh, leaving the stall to rid yourself of the test in the nearest trash can. You kind of tucked it away in the recesses of the bin, not wanting your colleagues to be nosy. You really should have waited until you got home. 

You washed your hands, the looming feeling of your consequences hanging over your head and molding into your shoulders. You sigh once more and wash your face with cold water. Grabbing the lip of the sink after turning off the faucet, you look into the mirror and wryly chuckle. “You better tell him.” You tell yourself, the utter fear of what he would think and do rearing its ugly head in the back of your mind. A large part of you knew that he was a man of his word - that he would wed you and be there for you every step of the way. But what did you truly want? You were still so young and there was still so much to do! 

Either way, this conversation was meant for two and you were going to need to talk to Leon as soon as you could. You rub the back of your neck, turning on your heel to leave the bathroom before you hear gunshots sounding from somewhere further into the building of the precinct. Screams and yells of commands reached your ears as you heard running footsteps coming and passing by the bathroom. You grab your gun from your holster, fast walking to the door before pressing your back against the wall. You listen first, cries of pain and scuffling filling the outside hallway. You turn the knob of the bathroom door and immediately a heavy force flies into it. 

You let out a scream of surprise and cover your mouth in instinct, the sight of a bloodied colleague making your eyes widen. Suddenly, they began to twitch slightly, you holstering your gun to run to their aide. “How hurt are you? What’s going…” You trail off from your train of thought, a scene of utter gore before your very eyes. One side of their jaw was hanging from a sinew of muscle, as if something had chewed into their cheek. Their eyes said death but somehow they were still moving. They let out a guttural groan and you back up quickly. 

“S-Stay back!” You warn as you take out your gun once more. However, they seemed to either ignore you or just not understand what you said as they continued to get up. Once back on their feet, they turned to you and shuffled at you at a rather disturbing rate. “STOP!” You scream but left with no other choice, a single bullet leaves the chamber of your gun and into your colleague’s forehead. Immediately they stopped their assault and tripped over their feet, you stumbling backwards to keep from being pinned against the corner from the slumped body. In the process, however, you knocked over the trash can that contained your pregnancy test, the contents of the bin flying across the sleek flooring. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment, you needed to find out what was going on and why you just had to shoot your co-worker. You run out of the bathroom only to find a hallway of horror. 

Viscera lined the flooring of the now blurry-lit hallway. A few pods of people cowering over something spread out throughout the area. You didn’t have the stomach to see just what it was those things were doing. But if you had to guess from what you’ve seen and what you can hear as they rip at whatever was once alive, you imagined that they were feeding. So, the undead were real, huh? But, why now? Why here? Was the whole city like this? 

The sudden realization that Leon was supposed to be coming today hits you and you run to the main office to send out a call to him

. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leon hummed to himself as he put together the necessary items he needed for his first day at the precinct; his gun, some paperwork, and some other misc things such as a small bouquet. He had gotten you flowers, the sap that he was, and wanted to surprise you with them. While this would definitely raise eyebrows at the station, he felt that your colleagues should know about you two sooner rather than later. 

Suddenly, the sound of his house phone ringing pulled him from his packing and he tilted his head to the side in curiosity. Who would be calling him? He wasn’t expecting anyone…Then, remembering that the station existed, he immediately ran to the landline and picked it up. “Kennedy residence.” He said, but he was nowhere near prepared to hear you yelling from the other side of the line. “Leon?!” 

Your frantic voice was more than enough for him to go into protect mode, Leon’s previous giddiness becoming overshadowed by utter worry. “[Y/N]? What’s wrong, why are there gunshots in the background?!” This situation was becoming more and more dire and he could feel the muscles in his legs twitching. He was ready to go get you but he needed to be sure that you were safe first. “Leon, do not come! Do you hear me?! It’s not safe-” The dead dial tone resonated in Leon’s ear and he slammed the receiver with force. 

Without a second thought, he grabbed his gun and ammo, swiping up his jeep keys as he flew out of the house. All he could do now was pray that you were okay and that he would get to you in time.

[tabithatwo]

i humbly request some of your jackienat thoughts at this time

I am humbly providing many many days after you asked!

Jackienat in canon: god I’ve talked about them at length before but there two as individuals are my little sweetie snookums lovebug angels (I love all the yellowjackets but god god god I love them); they are the two girls who I believe are the most invested in the team as a whole. I think they would’ve been amazing co-captains side note (not me suddenly considering writing a short little au something about them being captains together GOD). I think that it’s been said very well by many people, but they are so tethered. They want what’s best for all the girls, they love hard, and they do NOT get that energy in return enough. I don’t really understand why people come to the conclusion that they hated each other. I DEFINITELY don’t get why people come to the conclusion that they hated each other PRE crash, because there’s nothing negative show between them when we DO see other girls be bitchy to Nat and make fun of Jackie’s earnestness, but it’s never these two against each other. Nat is very vocally anti freeze her out, everyone knows innately that Jackie would be without even asking. I’ve spoken about their fight at length before, so without getting too far into that I will just say I think the way it escalates and gets so emotional and personal is very very telling. I don’t think they’ve fought before, Nat is clearly more emotional than when the other girls are cruel to her which I think means she didn’t expect it from Jackie, Nat hits back with a threat/fights back instead of brushing it off like she usually does. I think it’s fucking tragic that they fought and never got to reconcile, because they both are the type to hold guilt and sadness over that shit. Them teaming up at doomcoming against the crazy, the way Jackie would’ve lived if Nat were home for her and Shauna’s fight, the eulogy Nat gives Jackie when she takes her bones to the plane. They are just tragic and beautiful and we’re robbed of the chance to be truly close friends, because I really do think that’s the trajectory they were on.

Jackienat platonically: oh GOD do I love them. I can’t wait to explore their dynamic in we practice resurrection every night. I talked a lot about how I think they’d be close above but I also heavily hc that jackienat and shaunalottie each made out at least one party in high school respectively. They are so special to me. Sweet girls with huge hearts and very curated protective exteriors beloved beloved beloved.

Jackienat romantically: I love it so much. I am a jackieshauna and lottienat at heart (clearly lmao) but I LOVE them as a stop on the way to those endgames. I think they’d be surprisingly soft and sweet as a pairing and I think that they’d be able to help each other through the ummmm tougher times of shauna and lottie’s less than ideal behaviors lol. (I LOVE BOTH SHAUNA AND LOTTIE DEEPLY but they have some very rough tendencies that would be hard as their partner and I think some commitment issues/stumbling blocks to get to a healthy (healthy for yj) relationship status, just objectively lmao). Jackienat is hot and fun and kind and loving and the type of young dyke relationship that leads to really close lifelong friendship no one can ever change my mind on that <3 they should kiss <3

[justdsmp1]

Can you do something where the reader goes and helps steal Mr Beast's tesla with Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, Punz, Foolish and Nolan, please!?

Tesla Stealing?

Pairing(s): Sapnap x Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: Sapnap drags his girlfriend with him to steal Jimmy's tesla

Word count: 1.2k

Masterlist

"Sapnap, you told me you were taking me on a date, not going with our friends joyriding in a billionaires car" Y/n speaks up after they get in the car.

"That's the best sort of date!" Sapnap exclaims, Y/n huffs out leaning back in her seat.

"Sapnap you're in Jimmy's car!" Karl exclaims.

"I so can't believe it, we actually stole Mr Beasts' car and we're driving it all the way to Florida right now," Sapnap says, half focusing on the road and half on the camera.

"Sapnap he doesn't even know yet" Karl points out

"As far as you know" Y/n spoke.

"He's going to be so mad at us dude" Karl continues.

"So we stopped at the gas station to get some snacks and stuff and we just found these idiots right outside" Sapnap points, Punz, Foolish, Nolan and Quackity stood out in the front

"Why did you invite Quackity, he's a bitch" Y/n complains, when she looks out the window Quackity is flipping her off.

"Time to beat a bitch" Y/n says, opening the door and running out towards Quackity and tackling him into the bush.

"GET IN THE CAR" Karl yells

"Can we redo that?" Foolish asks, the camera right up in his face

"Road Trip!"They exclaim, the extra seat was folded out so everyone had a spot.

"Did you have to sit me next to Quackity?" Y/n asks, Quackity gives her an offended look. Sapnap pats her leg which makes Quackity even more offended.

"Y/n stealing my fiance" Quackity comments

"Hell yeah I am, I call the aux!" Y/n shouts, reaching quickly for the cord.

They all drive for a while and then need to charge the car up.

"Before we really take off we need to charge the car first," Sapnap tells the camera

"Doesn't Jimmy pay for that?" Karl asks

"Yeah he's paying for it right now as we speak" Sapnap points

"He what-"

We stand there awhile waiting for it to finish charging, she leans on Sapnap for most of it wanting to be in his company, it took him a little to realise that and finally put his arm around her hugging her closer to his body

"Jimmy next time you get a car can you make it much bigger," Karl tells the camera, just as Nolan gets out hitting his head on the door

"Ow" Y/n turns away to stop herself from laughing aloud, Sapnap noticed starting to laugh a little at her poor effort of hiding it.

"Eww, the couple is being weirdly cute right now" Quackity ruins the sweet moment.

Soon enough we're back on the road again "Karl what happens if we crash the car?" Sapnap questions

"Just get him a new one, right?" Karl answers, and then Sapnap turns to the back

"Punz when's the next among us video coming out?" He asks the blonde in the back.

"Ummmm"

Y/n the entire time Quackity was showing his snacks, stared him down because he wasn't sharing with her.

"And he's not sharing" Y/n pouts, Quackity laughs

"Sharing is caring, Quackity" Y/n continues

"Stop being Aussie Y/n" Quackity replies, Y/n lets out an offended gasp

"Yeah, nah mate" Y/n responds, overexaggerating her accent, and the entirety of the car laugh.

Soon enough, later on, Mr Beast called Sapnap. Y/n and Quackity were trying to hold in their laughter at Sapnap trying to look scared and fearful, hoping the camera doesn't pan on them.

"How's it going" Jimmy starts.

"It's going good, what're you up to?" Sapnap says, trying to act natural.

"I can see a camera pointed at the phone," Jimmy tells him

"What? Oh, that's weird" Sapnap tries and fails to stay natural.

"I assume that means your pranking me" Jimmy guesses

"I mean... kind of I don't know if you call it a prank. I think it's more of like thievery" Sapnap tells him, Jimmy sighs

"Is that my Tesla?" Jimmy breathes out

"It- it's you, Tesla, Jimmy" Sapnap reveals, everyone in the car laughs

"Wait, FOOLISH" Jimmy exclaims through the phone

"WHAT" He exclaims back

"Bro.. we were bonding together"

" WE WERE"

"You're trying to steal my car?" Jimmy continues

"But.. like this is friendship, letting each other like steal cars" Foolish tries to explain

" I would expect this from Karl and Y/n but Foolish" Jimmy says

"I'm glad you expected it, Jimmy, cause I am here," Y/n tells him

"I'm not exactly surprised, your my sister," Jimmy says, Y/n smiles.

"LOVE YOU JIMMY" Y/n shouts, which causes Jimmy to sigh even louder.

"How about this uh sapnap I'll give you 4 days to return or I'm calling the cops bye," Jimmy says, then hangs up. They all laugh.

"This is a great first impression on your future brother-in-law Sapnap" Punz points out.

"He's joking right?" Sapnap questions

"Sure he is Sapnap" Y/n says unconvincingly. We've been on the road for about 5 hours now.

We stop again to charge the car "So we're charging the car and we're walking around the mall and found the coolest arcade like I've ever seen" Sapnap tells the camera, Y/n is jumping for joy at the cool-looking arcade.

Y/n kept her distance from the boys as they were being absolute idiots, she didn't feel like getting kicked out of the arcade. Later she saw her boyfriend and friends getting kicked out.

"God damn it, I can't take these boys anywhere" Y/n mumbled to herself.

7 hours on the road now, and it's really pouring down

"I'm gonna crash," Karl says

"Please don't" cue lots of screaming, along the way Nolan fell asleep and Foolish but poor Foolish was disturbed. Then we stop on the side of the road, Karl needing to pee. Quackity seeing him gone, climbs into the drivers seat

"Quackity get your ass out of my face" Y/n says, pushing it forwards out of her way, then he starts driving off without Karl.

"Quackity you left Karl" Sapnap exclaims

"SAPNAP, I'm right here and why are you calling Y/n Quackity?" Karl asks him, Sapnap turns the camera to the driver's seat seeing Y/n there instead and Quackity in the seat Y/n was in. Y/n drove for a little bit, Sapnap laying his hand on her thigh.

They made it to Charlestown, stopping to eat. "We made it to Charlestown which is basically the halfway point between North Carolina and Orlando. And basically, Karl grew up here and he is taking us to his favourite restaurant in the area. I'm excited Karl says it's really good" Sapnap pauses then Karl drops the key

"Oop that's the key"

After eating, at the really nice restaurant, the food was 10/10. Turns out we won't reach Orlando until 6:27am tomorrow and Quackity is pissed.

10 hours on the road now, Quackity bought pastries Y/n felt like she was about to fall asleep. The boys are slowly going insane

12 hours on the road, the Florida sign appear

"Crank it Karl" Roadtrip plays loudly, Y/n regrets all choices that led to this moment

After 14 hours on the road, Y/n and Quackity fell asleep. Quackity on Y/n's shoulder and Y/n resting her head on his.

"They look so peaceful in there" Foolish comments

"Blackmail for later, the ongoing feud with them will be ruined" Sapnap laughs, he finds the entire thing funny. The feud his girlfriend and best friend have is insanely funny than their falling asleep on each other makes it even more funny.

15 hours and Quackity and Y/n are still asleep on each other

"The city that never sleeps," Karl says

"The person that does sleep is Quackity and Y/n" Sapnap replies

They finally made it, they were out of the car now standing around it, well except Y/n who was piggybacking on Sapnap, glaring at Quackity.

"After 15 hours me and the boys finally made it to Orlando and we completed our mission of stealing Jimmy's car," Sapnap says to the camera

"Karl, he's not going to actually call the cops is he or anything?" The video ends there.

[itsalmostavengers]

I think The Avengers probably find it pretty easy to forget that Tony’s forte is building stuff. There’s probably an element of detachment to it all in their eyes because they’re like oh hey tony can I get some new hearing aids/ weapons / uniform and tony will nod and then A few days later it’s just kind of There. All shiny off the conveyor belt. Like okay so it’s sick that Tony can make that but did TONY make that, really?

And this train of thought continues subconsciously right up until they’re met with a situation in which they are reminded that oh yeah wait. Tony really can just do all that. Idk maybe they’re doing their whole avenging thing and end up in some random guy’s house and he apologises for the lack of lighting because there’s a leak and it’s messing with the electricity. And Tony is just like oh I can fix that for you. Then when Clint or Bucky or whatever raise their eyebrows he’s just totally baffled because ummmm I build my own flying suits but you don’t think I know how plumbing works??? Bitch????

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

Reset

Benophie Week 2024

Warnings: nothing but angst, a little bit of injury

Word count: 2.1k

My entry for Benophie Week, day two. Trope: second chances. This is the longest thing I've written in probably 8 months or so. I hope everyone enjoys.

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“Hi Daph. What's up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Ummmm…a little thing called caller ID, sister.”

“Oh right. Of course. Anyway, I need you to do something for me please. BB has had an accident at school and they have taken her to A&E and they won't start treatment until a family member is there. And…”

“You're on bed rest. Right, of course I'll go but where is Simon? Or Mum? I wouldn't normally be your first choice.”

“Simon is in York on a business thing and Hy is having her wisdom teeth out today so Mum can't go. And Anthony and Kate…”

“Are out of the country. What hospital did she go to, Daph? I'll leave right away.”

“She's at St. Mary's. Thank you so much, brother.”

“Of course, Daphne. No thanks needed. I'll keep you updated on everything.”

“Thanks again!! Oh, oh, Benedict before you go you need to know…Sophie is with her.”

(Radio Silence)

“Ben? Benedict? Are you there? Hello?”

“I'm here, Daphne. Why, pray tell, is my ex-girlfriend with her? I know you're still friends but…”

“Sophie is her teacher this year, brother. And I trust her implicitly so she is on the approved list to take the kids from school if needed. But the hospital needs a family member. It's just for a little while, Ben. I'm sure she'll leave once you get there.”

“It's not an issue, Daph, really. Just a bit of a surprise. Talk to you soon.”

“I love you, big brother. Thank you.”

“Love you too.”

Three years since he had seen her. Heard her voice. Been in her presence. And he still loved her just as much as he did then. He could do this. He HAD to do this. He had no choice. He grabbed his keys and was out the door.

“I am here for Belinda Basset please.” He announced to the receptionist at the desk.

“Are you a family member?”

“Yes. I am her uncle. My name is on her family list. Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Right. Just a moment. Jesus, there's a ton of you lot, aren't there?”

“My parents loved each other very much.” He quipped, eliciting a laugh from everyone around.

“Alright, just sign these forms and you can go to her.”

Benedict quickly scribbled his signature and was directed to station two. He steadied his nerves as he walked down the hall. Three years. Three bloody years. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Belinda Belle, what have you done to yourself, my love?”

“Uncle Benny!!! I can't fly, Uncle Benny! I tried but I fell!”

He took his niece from Sophie's lap, hugging her tight to him.

“Sophie. You're looking well. Mind telling me what happened?”

“She was on top of the climbing frame and jumped off, trying to fly as she said. It happened very quickly.” She said, patting BB’s back as she clung to her uncle.

“Was no one watching them? Isn't that kind of your job?”

Sophie glared him down.

“Sorry. Sorry. I'm just concerned for her.”

“As I said, Benedict, it happened very quickly. I was by her side the minute she hit the ground.”

“Thank you for that, Sophie. I'll take it from here if you want to leave.”

“NOOOOOO!!! Don't leave!! Please, Miss Sophie!! Please stay!!”

“BB darling, Uncle Benny is here now. You don't really need me here, sweetheart.”

“Please Miss Sophie!! I want you both here! Please don't go!”

Sophie looked at Benedict, searching his face for…what she didn't know.

“If it's okay with Uncle Benedict I'll stay.”

“Please Uncle Benny?? Please don't make her go!”

“Of course I won't, Darling. Miss Sophie can stay if you want her to.”

Sophie sat down next to Benedict, waiting for the doctor.

*Knock knock*

“Your Graces. So pleased to meet you. I'm Dr. Dorset and will be treating young Belinda today.”

“Oh. Oh no. We're not married. Or her parents. I'm her teacher.” Sophie stammered quickly. “We have no children together. No chance.”

“Nice one, Soph.” Benedict quipped. “But she is right, Dr. Dorset. I am Belinda's uncle, Benedict Bridgerton. The duchess is my sister and I'm filling in today.”

“I see. So you will be authorizing her treatment today. She has a dislocated shoulder, Mr. Bridgerton. For adults we normally manipulate it back into place in the room. I don't like to do that with children. Too traumatizing. We normally put them under light anesthesia for this. It won't take long but it is a good few hours including recovery. Will that be alright?”

“Of course. Whatever is best for her.”

“Excellent. I'll send a nurse in to give her a shot to calm her and start the anesthesia.”

“NOOOOOO!!! No shots, Uncle Benny! Please!!” Belinda cried as she buried her head in his chest.

“But it must be done to help you, sweetheart. To make the hurt go away.” He kissed her head as she cried harder.

“Darling, do you remember last year when you bloodied your knee? You did not want the antiseptic because it hurt but do you remember how much better you felt afterwards? This is the same, BB. It will hurt for a moment but will feel so much better. And I will be right here with you. Can you be my brave girl?” He soothed as he stroked her hair.

Belinda stared at him and then at Sophie.

“You'll BOTH be here? You won't leave me alone?” She sniffled.

“We would never leave you alone, sweetheart.” Benedict cooed as he wiped her tears.

“We're right here with you, BB.” Sophie promised.

“I don't have to stay, Benedict.” Sophie said after BB had been rolled away. “I know you're uncomfortable with me here. God knows I am.”

“Do you have somewhere or someone to get to? You promised her, Sophie. We both promised her we'd be here. So we'll act like adults and deal with it. Besides, how are you going to leave? You rode in the ambulance with her.”

“No I don't have somewhere to be, Ben. I was just trying to alleviate the tension. I'll call an Uber to take me to my car. That's what I was going to do anyway.”

“No. Not going to happen. You'll stay here with me until she is released and I will drive you to get your car.”

“The three of us won't fit in your two seater Jag.”

“I don't have the jag anymore, Sophie. I have a very…God help me…sensible minivan.”

Sophie broke into giggles.

“You what? Why would you get a van, Benedict? Not exactly the vehicle of choice for a rich, young, devastatingly handsome man.”

“It's practical. With the amount of my nieces and nephews already and the number growing seemingly everyday, it seemed the thing to do. Did you say devastatingly handsome?”

“I always knew you'd be a wonderful family man. You were superb just now with BB. Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.” She said softly, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears forming.

“I don't have a girlfriend, Soph. Why would you think I do? I haven't really dated anyone since…well…us.”

“Oh. Daphne said she liked the woman you brought to her New Year's party so I just figured…” Her voice trailed off.

Benedict sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“She was a model for a shoot. She was desperate to go to a society party so I figured what the hell. It meant nothing and she left with another guy. A baron or something. A pointless non-date if you will. What about you? Since we're getting personal here.”

“Nothing of any note. A few dates here and there. Pointless, as you say.”

“Good. Well, not good. But…anyway. We've gotten that out of the way.

“Yes, quite.”

“Yes indeed.”

An hour or so passed in silence, each devotedly buried in their phones.

Until.

“What happened, Sophie?”

“What?”

“I asked what happened? Why did you end us? What did I do? Or say? What could I have done to prevent it?”

Sophie took several deep breaths, trying to gather her thoughts. Which was quite difficult with Benedict staring her down.

“Well?”

“You didn't do anything, Benedict. It just needed to happen. I couldn't give you what you needed. End of story.”

“What I needed? What exactly did I need that you couldn't provide, Sophie? Shouldn't I have a clue about what that was?”

“You wouldn't understand.” Sophie whispered as tears began to fall.

“You're right. I don't understand. But you've never given me a chance to. You left with no warning. No communication. I was devastated, Sophie! I still am if I'm honest. I thought we were forever. We had plans, we were going to have children..our own family..a home in the country…and…and then you were just gone! So no, I do not understand!”

“Children, Benedict! You wanted children and I couldn't give them to you! I couldn’t give you the family you want! You deserve that. You deserve the world and I can't be that!”

“Soph”

*Knock knock*

“Excuse me, Mr. Bridgerton. Belinda did very well and is in recovery now. She should be ready to go home shortly.”

“Thank you, Dr. Dorset. For everything.”

“Why didn't you tell me, Sophie?”

He came and sat next to her, taking her hand in his.

“Did you think that would change my feelings for you? That I wouldn't love you anymore?

I still love you, Sophie. Even after you left me in the dust.”

“What? You can't be serious, Benedict.”

“I am serious. Deadly serious. You were it for me, Sophie. No one will ever compare. I couldn't care less if you can have children. I wish you had given me the chance to prove myself to you.”

“You deserve to be happy, Benedict. I thought I was doing you a favor. Giving you the chance to have a family. You never had to prove anything to me. I knew you wouldn't abandon me but you'd always be disappointed. And I couldn't live with you being disappointed in me.”

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“Sophie. You should have talked to me. Let me know what was happening. I could have helped you through it.”

“I'm sorry, Benedict. I never wanted you to suffer too.”

“You know Frannie has the same issue. Well, she can't have children so far, I don't know if you two have the same medical issue. Anyway, she is undergoing some treatments to see if they will help. You could try the same. I can get the information from her.” He said softly.

“Maybe if I ever have a partner again I will. Thank you, Ben.”

“Oh my brave darling!! Come to Mummy, my love!” Daphne met them at the door, reaching for her little girl.

“Daphne!! She's asleep so please get back to bed. Don't make me carry you too!”

“I'm going, I'm going! Take her to my room. I want her close to me.”

“She was an angel, Daph. So good for the doctors.” Sophie said as she hugged her friend.

“Thank you for staying with her too, Sophie. I hope it wasn't too unbearable.”

“It was fine, Daphne, really it was. He couldn't have been sweeter.” She said, squeezing her hand.

“Alright sister, she is tucked up tight, just waiting on Mummy to join her. Where are the others by the way?”

“They went home with the Mondrichs for a sleepover. Alice is a brave woman with her children and mine.”

“Wonderful! Now you get back to bed! Can't have anything happen to this little one,” he said, patting her belly, “And I need to get Sophie home.”

Daphne hugged them both.

“Thank you two for everything today! You're angels! Now go get some rest.”

“What about me, Soph?” he asked as they drove away.

“What about you, Benedict?”

“To try and make a family with. If you want to try of course. I understand if you don't. But if you do…would you consider me?” he whispered.

“Really Benedict? I don't like it when you joke like this. This situation is already hard enough without you mocking me.”

“I'm not joking or mocking you, Soph. Jesus, I already told you I still love you. I know you probably don't feel the same but at least consider me as an option. At least neither of us would be alone.”

Silence filled the car for several minutes, broken only by the soft whirring of the engine.

“I still love you too, Ben.” Sophie murmured, hanging her head.

“What was that, Soph? What did you say?”

“I said I still love you, you bloody idiot!”

Benedict pulled the car off the road into the grass.

“What are you doing?”

“Come home with me, Soph. Right now. Nothing has to happen. We'll just talk. Figure out what to do. A reset if you will. Please, Sophie, say you will!”

“I will, Ben. I love you.”

“I love you, Sophie. Let's go home.”

[leenaur143]

Happy 27th Birthday to the man who deserves a list of 27 reasons (he actually deserves billions) why I love him so much 💖

1. Chris is the most caring person alive. I don't mean this lightly either because to be as selfless and understanding as him takes more than just effort and time, it takes heart and patience (even though he says he has none - we all know he does, in bucketloads). It's weird when even though you don't know the person, you can see their character shine through so well by how they interact with others.

2. He is so kind to others. Being caring doesn't always equal being kind to people but Channie bridges that gap so well through how even when things go wrong or he isn't happy about something, he respects others enough to not let his emotions dictate his actions. He says he is impulsive but when it comes to serious business, he is calm and collected.

3. "Best father of 7 kids" "Oh yeah, who's mum?" "JYP"

4. Can we take a moment to appreciate how insane of a dancer he is??? Sure he isn't part of danceracha nor does he have a burning passion for dance for his solo stuff but WOW. CHRIS TAKE A BOW. I remember seeing Superbowl live and I have no idea what it was about that performance that made me go CHRISTOPHER CHAN. but it did and I've been reliving that moment for months.

5. His songs are too overpowered. WE NEED MORE CHAN POP PLEASE!!!! People hate on Connected and I hate to admit wayyy too much man but like SLUMP??? LEVANTER??? DRIVE??? RED LIGHTS??? 0325???? BLACK HOLE?????? ETERNITY????????????? The list goes on. Insanity.

6. The audacity of this man to say that his voice doesn't sound good- CHRIS! If I had to list my hobbies, I'm pretty sure 'listening to Railways' is high up that list, just so I can hear his voice.

7. Ummmm Bang Chan rapping??? Underrated.

8. We all know how amazing of a composer and producer he is but the fact that he urges non-3racha members to produce more and more is just so beautiful cause you can really see his influence on them and how they trust him to allow them to shine.

9. Him staring at the members from afar in surreal moments. That's it. That's the thing I love.

10. Bang Chansan speaking/singing in Japanese. When he did that cover of LiSA's Gurenge in SKZ Toy World fanmeet BROOOOOO I ASCENDEDDDD

11. He is so loved. This isn't even like a mild thing either because everyone who has the pleasure of meeting him always waxes poetic about how amazing he is: from people who have met him loads of times like Ryan Reynolds who said Chris is his bias since so so so long, to others who meet him once and fall in love like Chris Hemsworth and Nicholas Galitzine at the Fendi Show, his aura is crazy.

12. He is cute. As much as we all crinkle up into a ball when he acts like he is actually foive, LOWKEY LIKE REALLYYYYY LOWKEY he is adorable.

13. That interview with Young K is my comfort interview fr and I know that isn't a thing but now it is. He is truly the maknae of third gen idols and being a fourth gen leader can make him seem older than he is but he truly did 'give up his youth for his future' 🥹 I'm glad it paid off - It's my favourite lyric cause it hits home so so much but I'm sure to him and the boys, it hits even harder - seeing that circle choreo for that 😭 chills literal chills

14. His smile 🥹 Whenever I'm having a bad day, I have one Channie gif that I always come back to and it turns my day around, no matter how tough it is

15. He is so fashionable! Okay, black clothes only is fine, I'm not a hater or I'd be such a hypocrite but when he is dressed up for events or shoots or even music shows, you see how he inputs his own decisions into what he wears and how he wears it and it always EATSSSSS. Can't wait to see him at the next Fendi fashion show!!! Bring him back Riri!!!!

16. He does need to love himself more but I know that he knows how much we love him. It is insurmountable when you think about how many peoples lives he has changed just by being himself 🥹 Okay I can't think about this too much or I'm going to start crying on the train rn (ha railway joke???) no but fr I will weep.

17. His words. The way he says things to inspire us, I still go back to watch his Channies room episode where he talks about anger management because the advice he gives is really impactful. That could just be me because I know I get the best advice from people I admire so much but that can differ for different people

18. Would it be a Chris post if I didn't talk about how much Chan's room helped me? 🥹 I understand and have made my peace but it was amazing. That's all I'll say on the matter because I know he misses it and he knows how much we do too.

19. His interactions with other idols. Whenever you hear an interview about other groups or idols meeting SKZ, they never fail to mention Channie because of how much of a welcoming and kind person he is, to everyone. Of course as Atiny, I would remember Hongjoong's words the most but to inspire people is a talent and Channie has that skill in the bag. (Also number 19 hehe 19 is such a bangerrrr)

20. His presence is such a comfort. I remember I was on Holiday abroad and that was the day he went live on Instagram, showing us his room and his hat collection and everything, and despite the time difference (hehe what's new?) me and my friends tuned in and it was so so amazing. Should I mention Channies room here again.... 👀🥲🤣

21. He is very dependable. Watching the behind the scenes for this summer's festivals was testament to how reliable he is and how not only the members but the staff and the band members trust him to the extent that he was the main port of call if there were decisions to be made or if something went wrong.

22. He is so so so so so gosh darn handsome and I'm never gonna stop saying it, even after he believes it himself. I hope he knows we legit love him for him and we're not just here for his body or whatever else he jokes about. CHRIS WE LOVE YOUUUUU

23. His dad jokes. Need I say more.

24. His selfies! I don't care how infrequent they are or how he just drops them on us at the most bonkers times (always. literally ALWAYS. You have like a pivotal moment in your life and BAM channie selca drop ding ding ding announcement panic panic jaw is dropped)

25. We all know how insecure he is about his hair but I know that we all love him, his hair and all and I definitely don't think he knows that. I truly hope he doesn't feel any pressure from us to change himself because he literally is perfect just the way he is.

26. Hands. Stop I am so normal about him but his hands... the Jeong Yunho level of feral-ness is SO REAL

27. Our Channie is the best leader we could ever ask for.

[nerves-nebula]

I knew my parents weren’t the best parent wise and I knew they were bad ideologic wise but I had figured I dodged any real abuse since I didn’t even realize I was queer until I left. Then my grandpa got hospitalized and I had to see them again and I went full non-verbal. I hadn’t even considered myself abused when I cut contact with them but then there I was with a viscerally undeniable trauma response.

Ik your turtles all kinda have a little denial or “so-and-so had it worse” going but do any of them get a moment like that? Where they think they got out of something scot free only to have an intense reaction later & realize “oh shit,, that was BAD bad. I’m like a victim and shit”? Or maybe Casey, April or Karai?

ummmm hmmm hard to sayyy.

April wasn't abused by her parents but deals with a lot of self isolation due to bullying when she was younger and she might not really understand that her isolation is a trauma response but idk if she ever has an "oh shit" moment so much as an "aww thats what that was" moment

Casey is very aware of being abused but in the kind of "yeah adults were all shit to me" way. i don't think he uses the *language* of abuse/trauma but he understands it pretty well, even if he doesn't use Therapy Speak or Psychology Words to discuss it.

Karai is shrodingers abuse victim cuz i don't really know what her relationship with shredder is like yet on account of um. me not developing shredder very much. all i know is that the foot is kind of cult-y so she prolly has some cult-trauma hangups but other than that idk.

honestly the closest to this i can think of is Leo, who, despite everything, thinks his brothers were abused way worse than he was for a longgg time.

like once they get her to admit there was abuse she feels bad for having been treated so well in comparison. she thinks that *THEY* were all abused and *SHE* got off relatively easy by being the favorite. so she's prolly the only one with a kind of "wait. you mean I was a victim too?!" moment.

[sunshinevanfleet]

oh, what a sin [iii]

iii. betrayals

pairing: danny x reader, sam x reader

a/n: ummmm ok this shit is an emotional rollercoaster. if u are sensitive like me i recommend lots of tissues ok i'm rlly good at making myself cry. i feel so bad for sammy lol. and it's all my fault!!! anyways, i am sorry this took so long i have been busy with work lately so it's taking me some time. also this is completely unedited so forgive me if there are any typos/mistakes. i hope you all enjoy. love ya <3

genre: angst!!! not full out smut but a lil bit.

word count: 4k

summary: the reader and danny have a heated moment. she admits their betrayal to sam.

warnings: angst, infidelity, sexual situations, swearing, etc.

A quiet breeze whispered through the open bathroom window as you relaxed in the bathtub; your feet hung over the edge, cooled by the late-afternoon air as you floated in the soapy water. Something about it was cathartic, your hair sprawled in tendrils around your face as you all but submerged yourself in the water. The sensory deprivation was exactly what you needed at a time like this, the water dulling all noise and your closed eyes blocking out most of the light spilling in through the open window. All that was left was the feeling of cool air caressing your skin, feather light. You were allowing yourself a few minutes to think about absolutely nothing. 

Home alone again, you had quickly busied yourself earlier in the day with all of the household chores. You washed Sam’s ever-growing mass of laundry piled beside the hamper, took Rosie for an afternoon walk, polished the silverware, and when you couldn’t imagine another thing to possibly do, you dusted the entire house. Lately, you did everything you could just to distract yourself from the worsening situation of your love life. Tension seemed to bloom in your relationship. Sam was his usual sugar sweet self, but… it felt all wrong. Although you had done nothing wrong, your emotions were traitorous. You felt like a liar, a cheater. You felt tainted by the very situation fate dragged you into all those years ago.

Hooking your fingers over the side of the tub, you emerged from your little empty paradise. You leaned over the edge, resting your chin on your arms as you met the curious gaze of Rosie curled up in a patch of golden sunlight. She blinked at you, her tail wagging lazily as she waited for you to acknowledge her. The corners of your mouth curled into a lethargic smile. There was a dull plinking as a few drops of water trickled off of your arm and hit the gilded foot of the tub. Your eyes followed the drops, tracing their trail down the metal to the tiny pool of water gathering on the tile. Watching the drops, you suddenly felt so small, so insignificant. In the grand scheme of things, what were you but a drop of water gathering in the greater pool of life? It made you feel a little better. Made your situation feel less cumbersome. 

You breathed a deep sigh, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against your forearms. “What am I supposed to do, Rosie girl?” you asked, voice echoing through the big empty bathroom.

It was quiet, save for the rhythmic thumping of her tail on the tile floor. You laughed softly at the ridiculousness of it all. What kind of advice were you seeking in the curious gaze of a dog? You shifted, planning on dunking yourself in the now-cold water once more before getting out, but a thump from down the hall disturbed you.

Rosie jumped to her feet, paws padding over to the closed door of the bathroom, blocking you both from the noise. 

“Think dad’s home early?” you pondered, forcing your stiff muscles to lift you out of the tub. Your gaze skirted over the shower, mind briefly flashing back to the last time you’d been in there with Sam, wrapped in his embrace without a care in the world. You wished with everything in you that you could go back to that moment in time. Before you were driving yourself crazy with a million questions and possibilities. 

Rosie whined as she waited for you to wrap a towel around yourself. Water trickled down your bare legs and left footprints on the floor behind you as you left the bathroom. A yawn left your lips as you languidly slipped down the hallway. There were a couple more thumps from Sam’s study, the door opened a sliver. As you approached, the sound of shuffling papers and movement became more apparent.

“Sammy, you’re home early,” you said, prodding the study door open with one toe as you peeked into the room. Your heart dropped into your stomach. It wasn’t Sam at all.

“What are you doing here?” you said, voice accusatory as you glared at the familiar face. It was Danny, looking disheveled as he dug through the mess on Sam’s desk. He glanced up at you, scoffing.

“Sam sent me,” he said, his voice cold. “Forgot his notebook.” He suddenly found what he was looking for, holding up the leather book. His large hands dwarfed the book, and you swallowed hard. Your mind painted a very good image of his hands dwarfing other things, things that you shouldn’t be thinking whilst standing before your boyfriend’s best friend in nothing but a towel. 

A frown played on your lips as you wrenched your gaze away from him. “Why’d he send you?” 

“He thought you’d be happy to see me,” said Danny, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You huffed. This new version of him was not very likable; always angry, his tone and words constantly edged with venom since your encounter back in the guest room at the twins’ house. He was angry with you, but what did he expect you to do when he came in there to interrogate you? He took it as a personal offense that you somehow, miraculously had fallen in love with Sam, as if you had known all the while that they were friends and that you had done it on purpose. 

“Aren’t you ever going to forgive me?” you asked indignantly. You tried to steady your shaking hands by gripping the towel tighter around yourself, trying to shield yourself from his sharp eyes.

“For what, Y/N?” He looked at you, his features expectant.

“For falling in love with him!” 

For a second, he looked taken aback, blinking at you as if you had sprouted a second head. Anyone looking in on the two of you might think you were in some kind of peculiar staring competition, the both of you watching each other expectantly. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, your half-clothed state suddenly very apparent to you. On your shoulder, there was still the ghost of the bite mark Sammy left on you the week before. You watched Danny’s eyes trail over the mark after a moment, and saw his jaw tighten. His expression flashed dark with emotion, but he masked it quickly.

“How am I supposed to?” His words were barely audible, coming from between clenched teeth. Though the tension wasn’t visible in his face, his knuckles were ashen from holding the notebook so tightly. His posture stiffened.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, trying to sound stronger than you felt. 

He nodded, finally breaking the intense eye contact. “I know that, don’t you think I know that?” He sighed heavily, clearly frustrated with you. You swallowed. What were you supposed to do, read his mind?

One of your hands twisted in the fabric of the towel. You tightened it around your fingers so hard that it hurt, anything to distract you from the feeling that your ribs were compressing your lungs. Closer and closer. Harder and harder to breathe. 

“It’s the whole problem… How can I hate my best friend for having everything I want?” His anger and frustration finally began to color his tone. He wouldn’t look at you, but you could see his features pulled into an awful grimace. You hated seeing him like this. The compression in your chest grew worse by the second. 

You didn’t speak. You had no clue what to say.

“How—how am I supposed to sit there and watch you two? See the way he makes you laugh, see him kissing you like it’s the easiest thing in the world?” He met your eyes again, and you saw the pain behind his dark gaze. Even through the jealousy, through the anger, there was the cloudy tinge of heartbreak lurking in his irises. He dropped the notebook on the desk, crossing the room to close the space between you. It took everything in you not to flinch back, afraid of what would happen if your skin dared touch. 

His voice dropped to an almost imperceptible volume, one finger lifted to trace the crescent shaped bruise stained on your skin. “How am I supposed to see this, and act like I don’t care?” 

You took a shaky breath. His touch sent tingles over your skin, sent goosebumps erupting all over your body. He was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, permeating the space air between you. Everything about him was so familiar, those thoughtful eyes, the curls framing his chiseled face, the shape of his mouth. Even his scent was driving you insane, almost intoxicating you. The very air around you seemed to vibrate from the magnetism between you. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to lean into him, touch him, kiss him. Squeezing your hands into tight fists, you shook your head. 

“You want this as badly as I do, and we both know it…”

The finger tracing the bite mark on your shoulder trailed down, lower and lower… His touch left a burning trail in its wake, your body igniting as he approached the towel clutched between your trembling fingers. 

“Danny–”

“You want me to stop?” His voice was a dark whisper, emotions tearing through his silken tone. You felt his hand trembling, too.

“Danny, I–”

“Tell me to stop,” you tasted his breath as it fanned over your lips. He was so close, so awfully, deliciously close to you. There was a second of hesitation, and then his lips were on you. One of his hands gripped you around the waist, bunching the towel up in a vice-like grip. His other hand threaded into the damp tresses of your hair, twisting the strands around his fingers.

You sighed with something like relief, the tension hanging in the air finally melting away and leaving you breathless. Your head spun, a thousand thoughts screaming nothing other than his name over and over again. Your brain wanted you to pull away, but your heart was pushing you closer to him, slotting your bodies together as if you were made for one another.

One of your hands grasped his arm to steady you, and your nails dug into the skin. He winced slightly, but you took no notice as he pushed you back against the door frame. The wood bit into the skin of your back, stinging. You grunted into his mouth, struggling against his grasp.

“Y/N, if you want me to stop–”

“Don’t fucking stop,” you muttered, intoxicated by his touch. You gripped the fabric of his t-shirt as if it were the only thing tethering you to the ground, trying to drag him closer. “Want this off,” you mumbled against his mouth.

He broke the kiss long enough to remove his shirt, before pressing himself back into you. His tongue pushed into your mouth carefully, slowly exploring, taking his time. You wrapped both hands around him, feeling the flex of his back muscles as he kept you pinned between him and the wall. You arched against him, hooking one leg up around his waist and rolling your hips against him. The drag of his jeans against your bare center sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

He was still kissing you, slowly as you grew more desperate for him. You needed him, now, before you had enough time to think about what you were doing. Before the guilt had time to settle in and make you stop. You had to know if it was the same as all those years before. If he was still the one to drive you mad.

As if reading your mind, his large hands found purchase on your thighs, pulling them up to wrap around your waist. He carried you easily to the couch against the far wall, letting you fall gently onto the leather. The towel shielding your body from view peeled open, exposing your bare flesh to him. His eyes dragged over your figure, drinking you in like a man stranded in the desert. His gaze flashed dark with lust, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

He dragged a finger over the curve of your cheek, over your swollen lips, down your clavicle, ghosted over one hardened nipple. He looked at you as if you were an art piece, your form masterfully sculpted and put on display for only him to see. He was memorizing every curve, every dip and hollow in your form. The look of tenderness in his eyes surprised you; the fear had been there all along that this was more than just lust, that the two of you shared more than just a physical connection. You had fooled yourself into thinking you only wanted him corporeally, when you knew he had you wrapped around his finger, body and soul.

There was the sudden feeling again that you were going to be sick, but his scorching touch distracted you from that quickly. His lips found purchase on your neck, placing sloppy kisses on the skin. You squirmed beneath him, heat having bloomed between your legs and quickly spreading up your spine. There was no way you could continue this at his pace; at this rate, he was going to be touching and teasing your body for hours. 

“Danny, hurry,” you muttered, nearly breathless as one of his hands slipped between your legs. A gasp broke from your lips, your back arching off of the couch as he touched you as if he had practiced for this very moment for years. You melted under his touch, one hand lazily hooked around the back of his neck as he took care of you.

“Wanna take my time,” he said, words muffled against your skin. 

“You–you can’t… What if S–”

“Sam…” He cut you off, his entire body stiffening as he pulled away from you. He leaned back on his haunches, wiping your arousal on the fabric of his jeans as he ran the other hand through his disheveled hair. “Fuck, Y/N, what are we doing?”

You gulped, abruptly aware of the situation you were currently in. The buzz from Danny’s touch had withered away immediately at the sound of Sam’s name. Shame bloomed over your features, and your face burned red hot as you struggled to cover yourself with the towel.

“I don’t know,” you said, voice high-pitched and nearly hysterical as the tears began to flow. He was right. What were the two of you doing? You curled into yourself, eyeing him carefully as he retrieved his shirt from the floor. You had just jeopardized all the good in your life for one encounter with Danny. Oh, how the past was coming back to haunt you. 

“What do we do?” He asked you, sighing heavily. 

You refused to look at him, staring at the bookshelves beside you. The tears burned your skin, flowing hot and landing heavily in your lap. You shook your head, your voice shaking as you replied, “I–I want you to go…”

His voice was hurt, but understanding. “You always do.”

Then, he was gone. You sulked off to bed after crying your eyes out. You hoped to fall asleep and wake up from this absolute nightmare. 

The following weeks weren’t much better. With the guys all home from the tour, you were spending more and more time trying to avoid Danny. He seemed to gravitate towards your house, spending hours lounging around with Sam. You hid away in the bedroom, or the study when you weren’t at work, listening to them brainstorm ideas for the next album, or laughing over their dumb inside jokes. It was unbearable. You wondered how Danny could keep his composure in the house; something was mind blowing about how he was able to mask his emotions, putting on a perfectly happy facade as if he weren’t eyeballing you behind Sam’s back.

Contrarily, you were doing an awful job of hiding your internal conflict.

“Maybe you should talk to someone, sweets,” Sam said one night, after a particularly grueling night having dinner with a few friends, including Danny. You shook all night long, stuck in Sam’s side like a thorn that was just out of reach. He hadn’t uttered a single word of complaint, holding your hand tightly as if he were your anchor. He made sure you ate, even just a few bites, included you in conversations, and didn’t get annoyed at all when you asked if you could wait for him in the car. 

Now, the two of you were finally home, curled up on the couch. You were half-dressed, his shirt and his shoes discarded by the door, while you wore only your slouchy denim shirt that you threw on for dinner. You curled your toes under his leg, warming them as you wrapped your arms around your legs and rested your chin on your knees. He watched you with a warm expression, too much tenderness saved for the likes of you.

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone,” you muttered, half hearted.

He looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, all soft and sweet. A slight frown played on his lips. “Not even me?” He raised an eyebrow.

You sighed heavily, turning your head so your cheek rested on your knee instead. You felt very suddenly like bursting into tears, but you held back. “Of course I want to talk to you, but…” A sharp breath fell from your lips, and you closed your eyes. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

“But what?” There it was again, that soft and gentle tone that you adored so much. That voice that made you feel like anything you ever did wrong would be forgiven. That tone, full of nothing but complete and unconditional love. You were hating yourself even more by the second. 

“I’m scared… I’m scared it’s going to hurt you. I’m scared it’s going to hurt you, and you won’t love me anymore.”

He shifted, wrapping his arms around your curled up frame. You felt his lips press against your temple, warm and comforting. Then, his voice was quiet, “There is very little you could do to make me stop loving you, Y/N.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek, but he was already there, brushing it away. Your stomach fluttered at the touch; you reached up and grasped his hand, pulling it to your heart and cradling it there as if it were the only thing holding you together.

“What happened, sweets? Tell me so I can make it better, please,” his voice was pleading. “I hate seeing you like this… I want my girl back, my smiling girl…”

A weak sob wracked your frame, but his presence was grounding you. He was everything you needed. You were about to destroy that. 

“Sam, I–” you choked on your own tears, trying so hard not to break down in front of him. “I don’t even know how to say this– I– I know it’s going to tear you apart…”

You forced your eyes open, meeting the worry in his gaze. You made yourself look at him; you deserved this, after what you had done to him. You should have to face the consequences of your actions. 

“Y/N, please,” his voice was pleading, almost desperate.

“I–I kissed Danny,” you blurted, voice shaking so much that you could barely understand the words coming out of your mouth. “We had sex, years ago, before you and I met and– and I’ve had dreams about him for years, and I just… Well, I saw him at the party and it ignited all of these old feelings… Then he came over the other day to get your notebook and—” Your rambling was quickly drowned out by the sound of your own sobbing, your body shaking uncontrollably. You felt him pull away, saw the light in his eyes fade as you admitted to him your wrongdoing.

The look on his face was unlike anything you’d seen before; those tender eyes turned contemptuous, hurt staining them black. 

“Tell me you didn’t sleep with him.”

You shook your head, practically hyperventilating. “No, no, not again…” Your voice was high, hysterical. “No, we–we stopped, before…”

“But you were going to.”

“Yes, I mean–No… I don’t know!” You buried your face in his shoulder, clawing at him, wanting him to just wrap his arms around you and hold you together before you fell to pieces. But his hands stayed limp at his sides, his breathing shallow. 

“Sammy, I’m begging you to forgive me,” you sobbed. Your tears were rolling down his bare chest, soaking his skin. He was still silent. You cried against him for a moment, then pulled away to look at him.

You were torturing yourself; seeing that look on his face was tearing you apart. His eyes brimmed with tears, and he shook his head slowly. He still hadn’t budged from his seated position, and he refused to meet your gaze. 

“Sam–”

“You understand that you’re the person I love the most in the world, don’t you?” He cut you off, finally looking at you. His tears began to fall, and his voice shook. You reached up with a shaking hand to brush the moisture off of his face. 

“Yes–yes, I do,” you nodded desperately. You were all but sitting on his lap now, doing anything to be close to him. Your world was falling apart before your eyes; you never imagined you would see your Sammy like this, so distant and hurt. A black feeling settled in your stomach, making you sick. 

“Then–” his voice cracked “--how could you do this to me?”

You crumbled beneath the look that he gave you. His eyes were red-rimmed, pouring tears, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to breathe. His jaw was clenched to the point that it looked painful. You reached for him, wanting to touch him, to soothe him, and he flinched away. A pang shot through your entire body at that. You felt as if you were being swallowed into a dark abyss. You would never know happiness again, not after this. 

“Baby, please,” you breathed, your voice thick with tears. “You–you said nothing would ever make you stop loving me… Please, tell me it’s still true…” You were begging him, desperate for any inkling of reassurance.

He shook his head, swallowing hard. “How can you ask me that right now?” He huffed, wiping his tears with the palms of his hands. “I love you so much I can’t fucking stand it, Y/N… I’m not gonna lie to try and hurt you, even if you’re tearing me to pieces right now… I could never do that to you.” He said it with so much sincerity, so much love still in his tone that it made you speechless. You pressed a hand over your face, silently sobbing harder. You felt like you would never catch your breath, your chest tightening as you squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t deserve him, you had never deserved him, and you were realizing that more by the second. 

The two of you sat there, for what felt like hours. Turmoil bloomed in Sam’s face. You wanted to know what was going on in his head, but didn’t think you would be able to handle knowing. You didn’t dare reach for him again, afraid you would have to watch him wince away again. You couldn’t bear the thought of it.

“Do you want me to leave?” you asked after a while, your voice hoarse from crying.

He shook his head, barely looking at you.

“No, sweets. Just go to bed.” He nodded in the direction of the hallway. Your throat tightened at the sound of the pet name. You knew you wouldn’t get a wink of sleep, not without him beside you, but you did as he said. You would do anything he asked, if it meant he might forgive your transgressions.

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