#ALL IN ALL 1000000/10 I LOVED IT

[baeshijima]

okay so i finally finished arlecchinos sq and !!! i sobbed. hard. it was genuinely so so good and the CUTSCENES???? good lord theyve really improved so much...

it also just makes me wonder how much she had to mentally and emotionally endure after becoming a harbinger to. but also i think she was happy when clervie told her this, esp after what they both experienced during their time in the hoth together

but like,,,

this too... this makes me think that when based in snezhnaya, every time she saw the auroras she would think abt clervie and their unfulfilled joint wish to watch it together.... sobs....

[firstkhao]

"I hope my best friends will be safe and happy, eat well, drink well, always get a good night's sleep, have plenty of choices, and meet friendly people. Even if we are miles apart, we will still shine when we don't see each other."

— WHEN I FLY TOWARDS YOU 当我飞奔向你 (2023) dir. Mao De Shu happy (belated) valentine's day dear nía ♡ @algtrs insp

[lilyflower06]

I miss Hirogaru Sky Precure already...

[cheddertm]

I barely finished Mythborne, but I miss my silly guys already <\3

[stlllle]

hey babesss

is there any chance that you’re doing “she has you now” pt.2???

maybe a closure for the reader, a peak of her life and how she got over the pain…?

and maybe make chan suffer cus that was so shitty of him LMAO pls pls

LOVE THE FIC BTW, you are amazing 1000000/10

She Has You Now — Part 2

Part 1

[Fanfic | Bang Chan × Reader | Angst | Drama | Exes | Continuation]

Synopsis:

Years have passed since he chose someone else. Since he left you behind, alone with broken promises, unspoken pain, and dreams that never came true.

Now, he's back. Regretful.

But what do you do when the one who destroyed your heart wants to fix what he shattered?

What to expect in this part:

– tense reunion with the ex

– hurt but empowered reader

– regretful, suffering Bang Chan

– flashbacks to a love that didn’t survive

– healing, heartbreak, and moving on

– sad but strong ending 💔

Content Warnings:

– emotional heaviness

– mention of miscarriage

– cheating themes

– light profanity

– serious heartbreak

– if you’ve been through toxic relationships or abandonment, please read carefully 🤍

Main Characters:

– You (Reader)

– Bang Chan

– Stray Kids (minor roles): still your friends (and not fans of his new girl, lol).

💌Author's Note:

Hiii, here’s Part 2! I gotta admit I wasn’t super into making it (because I’m not great with sequels 😔), but here it is 🙂

And I think it ended pretty well… I feel like Bang Chan suffered enough in this one lol.

✨ Enjoy the read—and if your ex comes back... just block him, babe.

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It had been three years.

Three autumns without his voice, three birthdays with no messages, and three winters colder than the ones before. Bang Chan had left her life like a ghost — one that didn’t haunt her house, but haunted her ribs. Quietly. Invisibly. Deep.

At first, silence was unbearable.

There was always that itch — checking her phone at 2am, hoping for a drunk apology. Or worse, hoping to see his name in the headlines, regretting it all.

But nothing ever came.

Just photos of him and her.

New girlfriend. New hair. New interviews.

None of them included you anymore.

But you didn’t break. Not entirely.

You moved cities. You changed your number (though you still had his memorized). You started painting again, joined a tiny community yoga class, and even adopted a black cat named “Bam” out of pure irony.

Sometimes you cried while brushing your teeth, or while watching someone in a drama cry for the same reasons you did. But slowly…

The silence stopped hurting.

And started becoming yours.

—

It was a Saturday, warm and lazy.

You were driving a borrowed van to help Seungmin move some stuff into his new apartment. Han was already inside, feet up on the dashboard, singing along to something weirdly dramatic. Hyunjin was in the back, headphones in, pretending not to be emotionally invested in any of this.

You were at peace.

Until Seungmin groaned, tossing a soda can into the cupholder with a frown.

"I swear to god," he started, "if I have to hear Chan’s girlfriend say the word ‘organic’ one more time, I’m gonna eat plastic on purpose.”

You choked on your drink, laughing. “What?!”

“No, seriously,” Han jumped in. “She’s so boring. And I mean boring. She speaks like she’s in a TED Talk about air.”

“She said bananas were ‘too sugary’ the other day,” Seungmin muttered. “Bananas. The most innocent fruit.”

You couldn’t help it — you burst out laughing. It felt good. It felt like old times. Like before everything broke.

“She’s just… not you,” Han said softly, almost like he regretted saying it out loud.

You froze.

“I mean,” he added quickly, “not that we’re comparing or anything, but like—”

“No,” you interrupted, still smiling faintly. “It’s okay. I get it.”

“Do you miss him?” Seungmin asked, softer now.

You thought for a second.

Do I?

“…Not him,” you said. “Just the way he made me feel. Back then. When it was real.”

There was silence in the car, and for a moment, it felt like grief had settled between all of you — but it wasn’t heavy. It was soft now. Manageable.

From the backseat, Hyunjin finally spoke, eyes still on his phone.

“Word is… he misses you.”

You turned around slowly.

“…What?”

Hyunjin shrugged. “He’s been asking about you lately. Like, through people. Quietly. Like a coward.”

Han blinked. “Wait, what? You didn’t tell us that!”

“Because it’s stupid,” Hyunjin replied. “He had her. He chose her. End of story.”

You turned back to the wheel.

You didn’t know how to feel.

But the world decided for you.

Your phone buzzed in the cupholder.

You glanced down.

One name.

One message.

Bang Chan.

“Hey… can we talk?”

—

You were doing dishes when your phone vibrated against the kitchen counter.

Nothing special. Just another night.

Just another calm, boring, blessed night.

But your heart stopped the second you saw the name.

Chan.

The name still sat in your phone.

Not “Bang Chan.” Not “Chris.”

Just Chan — like a scar you didn’t cover up but never really looked at.

It had been years.

Actual years.

Since you had last heard his voice, seen his face, or felt the damage of being invisible to the one who once called you his entire world.

And now?

Now he wanted to talk?

You didn’t open the message right away.

You made yourself finish rinsing the plate in your hands.

But you were trembling so hard you nearly dropped it.

---

Bang Chan [12:04 AM]

Hey… can we talk?

That alone could’ve been enough to break something in you.

But you didn’t respond.

So he kept writing.

---

Bang Chan [12:07 AM]

I know I’m the last person you want to hear from.

I just… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.

I don’t know if you ever think about me too.

Bang Chan [12:09 AM]

I know what I did was unforgivable.

I chose wrong. I was weak. I thought it would hurt less if I left first.

But God, it hasn’t stopped hurting since.

You blinked slowly.

Each message cut into you.

Not because they were true.

But because they weren’t.

He still made himself the victim.

Still painted the breakup like it had just “happened” — like he didn’t choose her, like he didn’t leave you gasping for air while they celebrated in public.

The silence between you had lasted years.

And now he wanted you to open your chest again? For what?

For another slow death?

---

Bang Chan [12:14 AM]

She’s… different.

I thought I wanted quiet. Simplicity. No drama.

But she’s not like you. She doesn’t light up a room.

She doesn’t make me laugh.

She doesn’t challenge me. Not like you did.

The audacity.

You actually laughed.

It was dry and bitter and loud enough to scare your cat off the couch.

He wanted fire again now that he’d lived in cold.

Too bad. You had burned for him before — burned and melted and became ash.

Now there was nothing left for him to warm his hands on.

---

Bang Chan [12:18 AM]

Sometimes I sit in the studio and just stare at the wall.

I can’t write like I used to.

I keep trying to make songs that sound like you.

Like your laugh. Your anger. Your softness.

But all I hear is static.

I miss you.

---

You looked at the blinking cursor in the message box.

You could say a thousand things.

You could scream. You could cry. You could ask why — even though you knew the answer already.

But the person who wanted to beg him to come back… she didn’t live here anymore.

You were someone else now. Someone stronger.

Someone quieter.

But God, it still hurt.

---

Then one more message came. The last one. The one that felt like a final straw tossed gently on an already burning pile.

Bang Chan [12:23 AM]

Can I see you?

Just once.

I just… I need to see your eyes again.

Please.

You stared at the words for a long time.

The kitchen light hummed softly above you. The world was still.

And inside your chest, a war.

You didn’t answer.

You just locked the phone.

Then picked up the towel and went back to drying the dishes.

Because just like that…

you were the one who left him waiting.

---

He looked small on your couch.

You hadn’t seen him in over a year — not really.

And yet, he sat in your living room like a ghost from another life.

You crossed your arms and stood, refusing to sit. Your heart was pounding, but not from love.

From anger.

“I almost didn’t let you in,” you began.

Your voice was low. Controlled. Too controlled.

Chan didn’t speak. Just nodded.

You scoffed. “Right. No defense this time?”

“I didn’t come here to fight,” he said softly. “I just wanted to talk.”

“No,” you snapped. “You came here to feel better about what you did.”

He winced. “That’s not—”

“You left me when I needed you the most, Chan. When I was in pieces. When my whole world had just... collapsed.”

Silence.

“You remember, don’t you?” your voice cracked. “When we lost the baby.”

His eyes closed. His jaw clenched. But still, he said nothing.

“I was bleeding. I was in pain. I was grieving. And you—”

You swallowed hard.

“You started pulling away. Day by day. Until one day, you didn’t come back.”

---

He looked up, guilt carved deep into every feature.

“I didn’t know how to—”

“Don’t!” you snapped. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know how to be there. You knew how to be there for her. You knew how to smile for the cameras with her. How to make her feel like she mattered.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it again.

“You and I were together for years, Chan. five years. You knew I wanted a future with you. Marriage. Kids. A life.”

He looked away.

“And you knew it still, even after I lost our baby.”

Your throat tightened, but the rage was stronger than the tears.

“And then you go and play happy family with a woman you’ve known for eight months? You give her the public posts. The couple bracelets. The photoshoots. Everything I begged you for.”

You laughed, bitter and shaking.

“She was never hidden. Not for a second. Because she looks the part, right? Pale skin. Thin face. Pretty little Korean girl the company could market.”

“Don’t do that,” he whispered. “It wasn’t about that.”

“Then what the fuck was it about, Chan?!” you shouted.

His shoulders jumped — but he didn’t speak.

---

“I gave you everything. My body. My loyalty. My silence. My child.”

Your voice cracked. “And you gave me nothing but shadows.”

He finally looked up — and there were tears in his eyes. But they didn’t move you.

“Why couldn’t you love me in the light?” you whispered. “Why did I have to be your secret while she got to be your trophy?”

“I was scared,” he said finally. “Of what people would say. Of how the company would react. Of losing everything.”

“And you did,” you said. “You lost me.”

---

You sat across from him, staring at the broken man in front of you.

“I used to dream of marrying you,” you said quietly. “Of seeing you hold our child one day. I stayed even after the loss, because I thought we’d heal together.”

He was crying now, silent and ashamed.

“But you didn’t want to heal,” you said. “You wanted to pretend it never happened. You wanted someone easy. Clean. Convenient.”

His voice shook. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You did hurt me. And now you’re here in my home, what—looking for forgiveness? Redemption? Closure?”

He shook his head, broken. “I just… I wanted to tell you I’m sorry. And that I never stopped loving you.”

---

That silenced the room.

For a second, it felt like the past tried to crawl back in.

But then you stood.

“Love without action is worthless,” you said. “You had me. And you let me suffer alone. You let me bleed alone. You let me cry for a future you destroyed.”

He stood too — slower, like the weight of everything had finally sunk in.

“I was weak,” he said. “And selfish.”

You nodded. “Yes, you were.”

---

He stepped toward you. Carefully. As if you might shatter.

“I think about you every day.”

“That’s not my problem anymore.”

He stopped.

“I wanted to come back sooner, but I didn’t know if you’d even speak to me.”

“And yet, here we are,” you said coldly. “But it changes nothing.”

“Can I—” he hesitated. “Can I see you again? Just to talk?”

You stared at him. Long and hard.

“I don’t know, Chan,” you said. “Because every time I see you, I remember how you chose her when I was bleeding.”

---

And with that… you opened the door.

He stood there, unmoving. Then he nodded. Slowly.

“I deserved that,” he said.

“Yes,” you whispered. “You did.”

He stepped out, and for once — he didn’t look back.

You closed the door.

This time, you were the one leaving him outside.

It hit him in the smallest moments.

The way she smiled at the camera without even looking at him.

The way she flinched when he touched her waist in public.

The way conversations with her died after two or three sentences.

Chan blinked at the woman sitting across from him at dinner. Beautiful. Polished. Sweet.

But the silence between them was suffocating.

She wasn’t you.

She never was.

---

He remembered the way you used to sit sideways on chairs, always barefoot, always warm.

The way you’d steal food off his plate like it was your right.

The way you’d talk about names for future babies like you’d already seen them in your dreams.

You were messy. Soft. Chaotic.

And so full of life.

You were real.

And she?

She was curated. Fragile. Pretty like an accessory.

He looked at her now and felt…

Nothing.

---

When they went home, she kissed him like she was checking a box.

No hunger. No spark. No love.

He tried — God, he tried — to respond.

But when he closed his eyes, it was your body he remembered.

The curve of your hips.

The way you’d sigh his name when he made love to you slow.

The way you always looked at him like he was your entire world — even when he didn’t deserve it.

---

He turned away from his current girlfriend that night, unable to sleep.

He had traded depth for simplicity.

A universe for a quiet surface.

And now, he was drowning.

---

In the shower, he found your old shampoo bottle.

He had brought it here months ago, trying to "move on."

But the scent… God, the scent was still you.

And it broke him.

---

He sat on the bathroom floor, water still dripping from his hair, head in his hands.

“I had her,” he whispered to himself. “I had the one.”

---

He remembered every moment he snuck out while you slept.

How he’d drive to meet the other woman, chasing something new — something exciting.

But now, all he could remember was the sight of your sleeping face.

The curve of your back. The way you clutched a pillow like it was him.

He left you in that bed — for what?

An orgasm?

A thrill?

You would’ve given him both — and love.

He had you, his home. And he ran.

---

He touched the old scar on his arm.

You’d cleaned that wound after a rough night on tour.

You didn’t sleep. You just held him, whispering that he didn’t have to carry it all alone.

Now?

Now he carried everything alone.

---

The next morning, his girlfriend tried to joke about something online. He forced a smile.

But all he could hear was your laughter — loud, reckless, always from your belly.

She looked confused.

“You okay?” she asked.

He stared at her. “Yeah. Just tired.”

But he wasn’t tired.

He was hollow.

---

He scrolled through his old phone.

Found pictures of you in hoodies. Messy buns. Your goofy grins. Your middle finger aimed at the lens.

You were alive.

Real.

Warm.

And he had thrown you away like you were replaceable.

But you weren’t.

---

You were the mother of the children he never had.

The future he never fought for.

The home he abandoned while it was still burning.

And now?

Now all he had was this lifeless relationship with a woman who would never ask about his scars.

Never scream with him in the car to his demo tracks.

Never lay her head on his chest and whisper about forever.

---

Because she wasn't you.

And she never would be.

He stood in front of her door like a ghost.

Eyes swollen. Breath shallow.

It had taken him weeks to ask for this meeting — and hours just to knock.

When she opened the door, he almost didn’t recognize her.

Not because she looked different.

But because she looked... whole.

---

“Hi,” he croaked. “Can I… Can I talk to you?”

She hesitated, arms crossed. But eventually stepped aside.

He walked into the same apartment where he used to live.

Where their love used to breathe.

Now, it smelled like candles he didn’t recognize.

It looked like a home he didn’t belong to.

---

She sat across from him. Calm. Still.

But her eyes were sharp — not angry, just guarded.

He was the one shaking.

---

“I miss you,” he said.

Nothing.

“I made the biggest mistake of my life.”

Still nothing.

“I left the love of my life for something that didn’t mean a thing.”

Her lips parted — not to speak, but to sigh. Exhausted.

“You already told me that," she whispered. “In that long message you sent. In the flowers. The voice note.”

“I know, but—” he leaned forward, voice breaking, “I need to say it to your face.”

---

He fell to his knees in front of her.

“I was scared,” he said, tears streaming now. “Scared of how much I loved you. Scared of losing fans. Scared of the life you dreamed of — marriage, babies — and I was too much of a coward to say I wanted it too.”

She stared down at him. Silent.

“I thought I could replace you,” he choked. “I thought someone more ‘acceptable’ would make my life easier. But nothing’s easy without you.”

He grabbed her hands.

“I’ll never find another you. I don’t even want to. Just... please. Please let me try again. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you my name. A family. Everything. Just come back to me.”

---

She slowly pulled her hands from his.

Then stood.

And when she spoke, her voice was soft — but it cut like a blade.

---

“You’re not wrong,” she said. “You really did lose me.”

His breath hitched.

“I loved you more than anything, Chan. I waited for years. Hoped you’d fight for me. Hoped you'd stand beside me. You left me during the worst moment of my life — when I was grieving our baby.”

His eyes filled again. “I know. I know—”

“I don’t think you do.” Her voice wavered now, but only slightly. “Because if you did, you’d understand why I can forgive you… but I’ll never belong to you again.”

---

His whole body froze.

“I forgive you,” she repeated, clearly. “I forgive you for being scared. For choosing her. For not protecting us when I needed you most.”

She took a step back.

“But that’s all you get. My forgiveness. Not my love. Not my future.”

---

He fell apart on her floor.

Cried like he never had — not even when he lost her the first time.

Because now he understood: she wasn't coming back.

And this time, he wasn’t losing a girlfriend.

He was losing his forever.

---

She watched him crumble.

And for a moment… she cried too.

But she turned around, wiped her cheeks, and walked toward the door.

Right before she opened it, she looked over her shoulder one last time.

---

“You wanted forgiveness,” she said gently. “You got it.”

She blinked, eyes glossy.

“But if you wanted me… you should’ve fought for me before I stopped waiting.”

---

And then she was gone.

Leaving him behind.

Like he once left her.

It had been months.

He hadn’t seen her since that day in her apartment — the day she told him she forgave him but wouldn’t come back.

He thought about her every day.

Sometimes he’d dream of her voice. Her laugh. The way she used to fold his clothes even though he told her not to.

He’d wake up reaching for a pillow, hoping it smelled like her.

But it never did.

She was gone.

And he thought the worst part was knowing she wouldn’t come back.

He was wrong.

The worst part was seeing her again.

---

It happened at a small event.

A birthday party for one of their mutual friends. He almost didn’t go — but something in him said maybe, just maybe, she’d be there.

She was.

Wearing a soft pink dress.

With her hair down.

Smiling so wide, it made his chest physically ache.

But she wasn’t alone.

He stood frozen as he saw her — hand in hand — with someone else.

Someone new.

---

The guy was tall. Not flashy. Just… calm.

He had one hand around her waist and the other gently guiding her through the crowd.

She looked safe with him.

Happy.

Not the forced kind of happy he’d seen on her face during the last few months they were together — not the smile that said “please love me even though I’m invisible.”

This smile was genuine. Effortless.

Like she had finally exhaled.

---

He turned away before she could see him.

But even from across the room, he could still hear her laugh.

It used to be his favorite sound.

Now it made his heart sink.

He grabbed a drink he wouldn’t finish and stepped outside, breathing in the cold night air like it could freeze the pain inside him.

---

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

She had moved on.

She had found someone who wasn’t ashamed to love her in the open.

Someone who held her close, not in secret.

Someone who didn’t choose fear over her.

And Chan?

He was still living in that apartment alone.

Still waking up to silence.

Still wondering what would’ve happened if he had chosen her sooner.

---

He smiled bitterly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Good,” he whispered to no one. “She looks happy.”

He wiped his eyes before they fell.

“She deserves it.”

And this time, he didn’t mean I want her back.

He meant: I’m glad she’s free.

---

The end

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

yurrr

I think this hair is super cool and epic but whatever nbd

[tre-corde]

“In the end, we scatter and disappear all the same. But I don’t care. I’ll find you again. I promise.”

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[stellarshifter]

✨ Pst? Y'okay? I saw you have a mental breakdown in the corner (Me too, babe, me too)

Agh...shiftok ruin your vibe? Spreading bullshit? C'mere. I got ya.

✨ BREAKDOWN OF MISINFO

1. "Your script might not all happen, or be in that reality."

Like huh???

Scripting, infallible, or meaningless?

Oh babies... Scripting is infallible. Wanna know why? It's literally a GPS for your awareness to shift to the reality that all of your chaotic (and probably very fun) notes are very real in! Like, c'mon, who would even script if it meant nothing like that???? I wouldn't waste my precious time... I could be looking at vintage shops around town. Like seriously, no.

2. "You need a method to shift"

Bitch please. Do I need to astral project and beat your ass? I'll do it. Don't test me.

Look, methods are fun and all. But that's it! They're fun and can help you become aware! But that's all they are. You don't have to even to work on your subconsious. Know why? That bitch ain't catching a ride with you! You just gotta be aware. Just shift your focus.

3. "You gotta stay hydrated.." bleh bleh I don't even remember the rest.

Bullshit. Sure you should stay healthy and hydrated for you! But that's nothing to do with shifting. This vessel's priorities don't matter in terms of shifting or not!

4. "You can't age up/down that's immoral!"

...I need a minute... I dont wanna commit arson.

Who the fuck thinks they're so intilted to tell others what they can't shift to be?? You need to fucking chill. Aging up or down doesn't matter because you are literally shifting to a reality where you're that age. You will have that mentality unless you script you don't. For fucks sake, stop.

5. "You can't shift to where you're a different ethnicity/gender/sexual orientation, that's disgusting"

Again... who gave you the right? Hm? I'll wait.

Unless you're being a weird fetishist creep. Then you're good, babe. And for all of this, once again. There's infinite realities where you're all different enthcities, genders, and sexual orientations. There's nothing wrong with shifting there either!

6. "Respawning is unethical"

Okay, this started due to people misunderstanding respawning as something it is not! It is not suicide. You people need to chill on TikTok. Swear to god you fear mongers!

Respawning is just cutting ties with this reality. Which lets be honest? In its state? For the love of God, me too, honey. Me too. The only difference between respawning and permashifting is that you'll never remember this reality. There's no harm. Okay?

7. "Permashifting is not okay"

As a permashifter, fuck you. You intilted bitches spewing bullshit because you come from different circumstances.

You have no clue what people are going through, and even if they live perfect lives, you are 1000000% valid permashifting. Go home, babies. You deserve it!

8. "Shifting shouldn't be used for escapism"

Look most of us were day dreamers? Right? Right?

I was a kid with a WILD ASS imagination. I mean wild, and I come from a not so cool environment. I used shifting as escapism when I first started. And y'know what? That's okay! If you are just wanting to leave to get a break! Do it! No one can stop you. There's no shifting police.

Which..gets me to this one.

9. "The shifting police will find you"

Bitch please. Shut up. My brother in christ, what fanfic you reading?

Shifting police do NOT exist (unless you want them to. You do you)

Seriously no one. I mean no one, not even me. Not even the holiest of holiest can stop you. We live in a multiverse that does not run by morals set up by shiftokers. And no if you do something questionable the shifting police will not find you. You're safe. I promise

10. "You can get stuck in your DR!"

If we can shift to our DR we can shift again. Like what? Who let this toddler type? That doesn't even make sense.

Honey, I can assure you, you're not stuck here. You're not stuck there.

11. "You can't script relationships that's against their free will!"

Have you ever heard of infinite realities where every single thing you can ever think of exists? Yeah? Then STOOOOOP

You are shifting to a reality where those relationships exist! Where that relationship is real and mutual. Where they feel so much love for you as you do them. No forcing.

Now, if you're holding them in your basement, tying them to a chair and begging them to love you forcefully like you're in a yandere wattpad fic from 2013? Yeah, you need to rethink some things. But if not! You're good!

Whatever relationships you script are requited

12. "Your DR isn't as real as this one"

Woooo, imma throw hands. Let's go. Someone hold my hoops for me? I'm gonna beat a bitch up.

YOUR DR IS A REALITY!!!!!!

Meaning it is just as real as this one. Just as real, maybe even more real! The people are real. The places are real. The experiences are real!

13. "People shift based on genetics"

Aw yes... my new favorite reason to murder.

Anyone and their mama can shift. You can shift, I can shift, the person you randomly saw on the street can shift, fuck your pet can shift. Anyone can. Okay? We are all one. Pure awareness. That's what we all are.

None of that. We are not shifting based off anything but what we all are.

✨ That's all for today, folks. Take care, and remember, you've got this. Go shift, baby!

[colorlessjay]

Concept: S16 Dean got really, REALLY into photography while retired. Why? Well he realized far too late he had barely any pictures of Cas, so Dean is making up for lost time once Cas came back. And like, Cas’s beauty is hard to capture with some dinky phone camera and so he does some research and learns about lighting and lenses and depth of field, etc

And of course Dean is an old fashioned guy so he of course uses an old school film camera and has a dark room in their marital home and of COURSE Cas is his favourite muse and model.

Does he take 1000000 glamour shots of his gorgeous wife? DUH. Does he take even more creeper CANDID shots of Cas? double DUH. Does he also force Cas into doing dumb couples shoots with him like awkward prom pics or whole family portraits with terrible matching sweaters? What do you take him for? of course he does

(He also loves taking pictures of Jack and Cas together, and he has an active and willing collaborator in Jack. They once did a silly shoot for Jack’s 5th birthday where they have him do a baby->Kindergardener photo shoot but as his fully grown self and it’s hilarious to Dean and no he doesn’t then almost start crying right along Cas at the set ending with Jack standing on their porch, wearing a backpack, a spider-man t-shirt, and holding up a chalkboard with “first day of school!” Dean DIDN’T start crying then because he was already crying at the picture of Jack all blanket burrito’s and swaddled up with a “welcome home jack” à la baby’s home from the hospital style pic lol)

Sam tries showing Dean his new phone’s super high end camera and Dean is sooooo annoying and dismissive of it and scoffs at the results, especially what he learns it’s got that post processing AI shit on it. Bah.

(Claire makes his break out his rapid shot gear to get some sweet pics of her fighting a vampire to send to Kaia. Dean promises he’s staying out of the fighting part cuz he’s retired and this is Claire’s hunt but he does get a twinge of FOMO when she is the one with a machete and he’s got the telephoto lens to stay out of the way. But him catching the money shot of Claire doing the final beheading? That’s more exhilarating that the last 10 vampires hunts he went on before retirement combined. The pictures turn out AMAZING considering the lightning conditions at night! And the blood splatter! No Sam this isn’t disturbing and serial killer shit this is art!!)

Dean’s 2nd favourite model is of course Baby, he ends up getting some gig work are a car photographer from fellow old heads that also want glamour shots of their old classic cars on real film. Jody teases that it’s like Dean is directing a porno for the cars with how he talks about “lighting the contours” and “we gotta highlight this lady’s curves just right”

(And speaking of porno’s, yeah Dean’s taken many, MANY erotic nudes of his favourite model. Often on or in his 2nd favourite model. And yeah the cowboy gear gets used a LOT in these. Why do you think Dean asked Rowena for a spelled locked box that OBLY him and Cas can open? It was a lovely birthday present from the Queen of Hell that was only happy to provide!)

I love this idea so much I'm gonna write smut about it

Anon, idk who you are but DM me more of these ideas

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[kandicon]

Oooooo!!! Okay so this is really interesting and I absolutely hit the tag limit trying to respond the first time around, so here's take two (though I can't promise it's any better formatted than tags):

I really like all of this, especially how much of a focus it sounds like you have on replayability!! What with so many endings and so much that can be discovered on reruns. However, it all feels really trapped as a game itself? Which I love. It allows players to learn just about everything there is about the murders (which I think the scenarios mechanic is esp good at reinforcing this), but that's most of what a player can ever get from the sounds of it.

Try as they might, play over and over again and again, the satisfaction of uncovering everything about Erica and Haven will be just out of reach. And that adds to the helplessness!! In a way, it feels like a reminder that this is a game contained to a plot, but the antagonists are so much further beyond it. They're so much more than the plot, and therefore, they're so much more than both the player and their experience.

Also I feel like the main strong point of point-and-click style games (in my subjective opinion) is the constant way they'll set a person on edge, to the point someone spends an entire game tensed for a jumpscare if done right. And it absolutely sounds like it'd be a style that works well for this game!!! Both with the long-run payoff of Erica moving like above, and I know for a fact it'd certainly set me on edge for a farm-sim style game to be in such a format within just the first few seconds of playing. Thanks to how much it breaks from the typical genre style expected of a farm sim game, and of the point-and-click aspect itself.

Oh!!! And it's a really nice touch to have the route where you help Erica murder and the one where you don't both have the same ending of getting framed. Considering how many tries it would probably take a player to get the 'murder with Erica' route, and that they would probably get the other framed ending in that time, it would feel like a horrific punch in the gut to do everything right, go back to the farm, and then proceed to get a very familiar not-quite-cutscene!! Absolutely miserable sounding to play, very smart.

What is just as much of a punch, but less miserable, is how Erica's ranged attack for a stalling player and Haven's complimentary dialogue are basically the same thing? At least that's how I view them. Both would horrifically catch a player off guard, and they feel almost as if they're taunting the player for not paying sufficient attention? Like, obviously there's being ridiculously cautious in the fight as you said, but as for the dialogue, it makes me imagine that the easiest way to stumble upon it would be afk-ing around Erica- as she sounds unlikable enough that I have a hard time imagining someone wanting to spend enough time with her to get that line/lines (at least not on a first run). And therefore it feels like such a neat way to throw a player off their guard for daring to feel so comfortable around a character like Erica- or even in a game like this at all- that they would be willing to afk.

As a side note, do you have any place or tag to find out more about your characters? I see your art of them frequently and really enjoy it, and this has only piqued my curiosity more. :]

Stardew Valley-inspired Erica animation, drawn sometime in January while I was sick as a dog. This took ages, and all because I wanted to animate the bloodstains moving properly. The framerate isn't even quite right lol.

[yasminawayne]

not really a fic request, but i was wondering who your favorite datable is! mine is dorian, i was doomed the second i heard him speak. good god that voice.

follow up question: is your favorite datable also the one who’s route you play/watch the most? or do you find yourself watching other characters to spice stuff up? :D your writing is fucking phenomenal by the way!

(very looking forward to angst fic. i love angst. whoever suggested that ily!!)

my favorite is… THE HANKSSS!

I love how sexy the other characters are (Dorian, Daisuke, Hector, etc.) but gosh I really can’t get over the hanks 🫶🏽 They immediately put a smile to my face the moment I hear their lines or their voice acting

They’re also the most fun to write in fics! Just because their frat lingo is so goofy and silly to me

Hank #1 is so fine and I get so blushy bc he looks the strongest in the group, Hank #2 is so cute n whiny to me and i love writer boys 😁, Hank #3 is UGAJSGSHSBSNSHS 😍 ily ginger medical student, Hank #4 a personal fave of mine because I love his little tooth gap, and Hank #5 is the hottest one 😇 hehe because he’s Daddy-o 💯

I also love their ending so much 🥹 They marry us after all!!

1000000/10 for the himbo heaven

I replay their route a lot (starving 😞)! And I do a lot of other routes too! But sometimes when I’m lazy and I wanna write a character … I just end up watching YouTube videos on the full routes eheh… (Mateo 😅 His route was too tedious for me LOL)

Thank u for asking 🫶🏽

[yushi-ni]

ෆ OH SION ෆ 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

summary; heated make out sessions with bf sion.

genre; intimacy but no full on swexc time.

warnings; mentions of; choking. make outs - 18+ (?) but also not because everyone is free to read ofcooourse, just stating the 18+ to show it consists some more mature practice of the arts of clouds and rain, hehe

notes; miss girl got carried away while writing again so it got a bit longer than she intended to do. (i am miss girl) BUT that only means there is more fun reading time for you guys hihihi. also, any type of feedback - comments are highly appreciated. not proofread !! as i was writing i just lowkey got lost in thoughts so i was a bit brain fried when i finished oopsies HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

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୨ৎ sion LOVES kissing you. quick little pecks, long lingering kisses following your lips with his; not being able to pull away from you, fun kisses on your cheeks or a gentle kiss on the back of your hand as a way of showing subtle affection in public. he loves it all, he likes the romantic energy that comes with it but above all he is absolutely obsessed with locking his lips with yours in ways his mind starts turning into a big foggy mess. he just cannot help but love the feeling of your lips on his. most of the times, a quick kiss leads to him wanting more.

୨ৎ sometimes, a little fun make out session is enough to satisfy sion and his needs to be close to you and feel you. but on other days, he just gets carried away by the taste of your lips. definitely a rough kisser, when the time is right, and not afraid to show dominance in such moments. the second he kisses you, you can already tell what kind of mood he is in. quick to swipe his tongue across your lips, asking for entrance and sighs in your mouth as he just can't help himself. some days, you feel 'playful' and try to fight (with your tongues) for dominance but both you and him know you won't win anyways. you just like pushing his buttons a bit to make him lose his mind even more.

୨ৎ standing, sitting, laying down? he doesn't care as long as he can hold as close as possible, but if he could pick a time and place?? it would definitely be a 'him sitting down with you straddling his lap' kind of position. his hands are all over your body as he just wants to touch all of you. fingers glazing over the hem of your shirt as his hands quickly disappear under your shirt to feel your skin on his. 1000000% an ass grabber while making out, so you being on top of him makes it easy access for him. as things get more heated quickly, he cannot help but moan into the kiss. he gets carried away easily because the world around him just simply stops moving in such moments. nothing matters to him except the feeling of your lips on his.

୨ৎ when he gets really into it and yearns for more (ahum.. swexc hexc time.. ahum) his hands find their way around your neck and squeeze the air out of your throat. cannot help the smile (read; smirk) on his face when you gasp for air. simply put; cute - caring sion definitely has his different ways when it comes to making love with your lips.

── .✦ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ༝༚༝༚ 🩵🧚🏼‍♀️🫧💌🐰

you smile as you put your phone down on the table. waiting for your bf to come home after a long day of work, you cannot help but feel the excitement bubbling inside of you now that he texted he was on his way. you finished work a couple hours ago as you were lucky enough to be sent home a bit earlier than usual. freshly showered and cozy in your (read; your boyfriends hihi) hoodie, all you needed was your bf to just finish off the day well.

as you were busy in the kitchen, making an easy and quick 10 minutes pasta dish for your bf, you did not hear the door open and close again as sion made his way home as fast as he possibly could. after a whole day of practice, meetings and a bunch of content shooting schedules, there was nothing that he wanted more than just coming home to you. softly laughing at the way you were so cutely lost in your own little world, he made his presence known to you as you snapped out of your own thoughts and smiled at your bf who was standing a few feet away from you. "hiiii omg i didn't even hear you come in" you said as your smile only grew bigger as your bf came closer. standing behind you, his arms find their way around your waist, while his head rests in the crook of your neck. "hi baby, i missed you" he says as he gives small pecks on the exposed skin on your neck. "smells so gooood" his arms tighten around your body as he, almost impossibly, holds you closer to him. "the food? or the perfume on my clothes that was gifted to the owner of this hoodie by his amazing gf??" you said as you felt your bf giggling in your neck; "mmmh both but you definitely smell better" he says as he places one last kiss before he spins you around to face him.

"nooo wait i am not finished yet!!!!" you said as you were about to turn around again. "the food can wait, it won't set on fire if you let it be for one more minute" he grabs your hand as he placed the cooking spoon on the counter, intertwining your hand with his as his other hand finds its place on your jaw. he cannot hold back his (famous) laugh as you whined about the food again. "i haven't seen my pretty girl all day and the only thing she cares about is the pasta" sion laughs as he takes your other hand too, bringing both arms up to put them around him neck. crossing your arms behind his neck, sions hands find their place on both sides of your body as he softly squeezes your skin. "the pasta is made with looove tho" you said as you emphasized the word 'love' with a funny little voice. "mmh is that so??" your bf asks as he steps forward to close the little teeny tiny space between you. "mhmh," you said ; "oh! and my favorite chili seasoning!! literally lifts up the whole thing to an absolute masterpiece!!" sion laughs (known for being a literal ijbol king there isn't much that would not make him at least let out a little giggle but) your humor and ways to break through the most tense settings, is definitely something that makes him fall in love with you more and more. "ahhhh i missed you y/n, today felt like an eternity" your bf sighs as his face disappears in the comfortable space in the crook of your neck. as if it was made for him. "i missed you too baby" you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around his neck as you can feel sion starting to slowly kiss his way up your neck.

his kisses soon turn into open mouthed kisses as he softly sucks on the soft skin, right above the collar of your hoodie. you stretch your head out a bit more to give him more access to your neck, one of your hands finding your way to his hair as you softly brush through his hair. "mmh i really missed you baby. i couldn't wait to be home" sion hummed into your skin. focusing his attention to the sensitive part of your neck, you couldn't help the little moan that came out of your mouth as the feeling of his lips working its way on your skin was so strong yet so soft. sion, smirking into your skin, puts a bit more pressure as his kisses turn a bit more slobby, definitely leaving marks for you to find tomorrow morning. grabbing a fist full of his hair, you slighty tug his hair, wanting to feel your lips on his, he pulls back to look at you before closing the gap between you and locking your lips with his own.

as your lips almost naturally move as one, you feel sions hands move up and down your sides before resting on your ass. pulling you slightly up and with that, deeper into the kiss, both his hands squeeze your ass. you gasp into his mouth and sion quickly brushes his tongue over your lips before he enters your mouth to find your own tongue with his. lips locked and fighting for dominance, the kiss gets more intense with every passing second. sion doesn't slow down for even a slight moment as his hands find their way under your clothes. desperately in need to feel you even closer than you already are, he lifts you up and places you on the kitchen counter. positioning himself in between your legs, you are quick to cross your legs behind his back to lock him in and close to your body.

his hands caressed the skin on your thighs, as they soon find their way back to the line between your lower back and ass, his lips slightly swollen and his usually soft eyes, now almost sultry staring back into yours. you brush his hair out of his face as you pull his face back to lock your lips again. almost immediately your tongues are back in an almost perfect synced motion, as your hands naturally grasp his hair. moaning into the kiss, sions hands are starting to move around, wanting to feel your skin on his. lifting your hoodie up enough for his hands to go underneath, you softly gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your skin as he moves his hands from the hem of your top back to your ass. he pushes past the waistband of your shorts, letting his hands wander over the exposed skin of your ass before he pushes you to sit on the far end of the counter.

now having your bodies almost vertically pressed against each other you pull back slightly to catch your breath. sion not wasting any second thought on leaning down to kiss your neck again, groans softly as you push his face deeper into your skin. wanting to feel more of him. you can't help the sound leaving your mouth as your boyfriends tongue circles around your skin in a firm way. "i didn't know you missed me that much" you playfully said as you pulled his head back up to see his face on eye level again. "...i.." - "... missed you.." - "... much and much.." - "... more than this.." he said in between kisses. sion leans his forehead against yours as he takes a second to look you in your eyes, he smiles; "i don't think i tell you enough how much i love you y/n" your hands caress his cheeks before you gently hold his head in your hands, by his jaw; "i love you too sion" you can't help but smile as your bf mirrors the same look on his face.

taking his own bottom lip between his teeth, he eyes dart from your eyes to your lips before he, once again, closes the distance between your lips. soft, gentle kisses as if he wants to tell you how much he actually loves you through his kiss. passionately moving your lips as one, the feeling in your stomach gets stronger and more intense. it's as if you can feel the butterflies in your stomach but at the same time you cannot suppress the needy - yearning feeling for more. taking it into your own 'hands' you are the one swiping your tongue over sions lips, silently asking for entrance which he gladly gives you. letting you be the driving force for once, he moves his lips to the pace you lead him. with your hands in his hair, your body so close to his and your tongue moving with his own, he cannot help the burning sensation in his body as he can feel his heart beating harder and harder through his chest. his hands finding their way to your ass he pushes your lower body impossibly closer to his own. moaning into the kiss as he feels your hips rolling onto his lower body. "..fuck y/n..." as sion pulls back slightly for air, you now take your turn to focus your attention on his neck.

softly sucking and licking your way up and down his neck, you soon find the weak spot that almost literally has your bf curling his toes every time. sion, getting more vocally worked up, places his hand right behind you on the counter to slightly support himself as the feeling of your lips on his neck is getting more intense; "..ah..fuck baby.." he moans as you sucked on the exact spot a little harder; "..y/n..." not being able to form a full sentence, the almost burning tingling feeling inside takes over his complete body as he forces his eyes closed while biting his lip to hold back the sounds leaving his mouth.

almost weak to your touch, he forcefully graps a fist full of your hair as he pulls your lips away from his neck. not giving you any second to catch your own breath, he already has his lips on yours, again. with a lot more force and lust in the kiss you can feel yourself starting to breathe more heavily as the burning knot in your stomach comes back and a lot stronger than before. head completely foggy because of the intensity of your boyfriends effect on you, you roll your hips once more. just as desperate for more friction as you are, the intimate tension was rushing through sions body as well. as you rolled your hips a second time, your boyfriend grabs a hold on your ass again as he pushes you onto his lower body with a bit more force. you let out a deep moan as you feel the big bulge in his pants. sion, who parts away from your lips for a slight second, lips still attached by the string of saliva, steps back a tiny bit so he can pull you forward a bit more. so now you sit on the countertop with only half your ass, your boyfriend pushes you slightly so you can lean back a little bit. sion places one hand behind you, to support both you and him, and his other one finds it way to your lower back as he pushes his hand into your skin a bit so you slightly arch your back. now having more free movement with his own body, he moves his hips so his lower abdomen meet with your now throbbing private part. as a moan left your mouth, sion forced his tongue down your throat again as he kept moving his hips onto yours. as the tent in his pants was getting harder and harder, both of you were soon turning into a moaning mess. moving your own hips forward to meet his, the building knot in your lower abdomen was getting harder and harder to hold back. sion, as desperate as you, forced your attention to the way his lips were still attached to yours as he started moving his tongue in a quicker pace. trying to distract himself from the intense pressure his growing erection was forming in his pants, he took his free hand to spread your leg from the other a bit more. leaning forward to put more of his body weight onto yours. to stop you from moving too much, he fully immersed himself into the now sloppy kiss.

fighting for dominance, he took your bottom lip in between his teeth as he slightly bit your lips. smirking into your mouth, as he could feel the hitched breath you let out. he, himself barely able to keep up with the rushed feeling of his neediness to taste and feel you, takes over him as his breathe slowly gets more and more stuck in his throat. you throw your legs around him once more and cross your legs behind his back as you took your hands from his hair. placing one behind you, to support yourself completely as your other hand finds it way between both your lower abdomen. almost able to feel the heat come off your own throbbing parts, you place your hand over the rock hard bulge that formed in his pants. taking his clothed dick in your hand you give it a big stroke and sion completely loses his grip and balance on you. lips forcefully leaving yours, a short breathed moan left his mouth. before he could even take a second to catch his breath, you start stroking his clothed dick as sion tries to regain himself again, soft moans and hushed groans leaving his lips. "...mhh fuck y/n.. baby.." you follow the outline of his manshood as sion takes your hand in his, up to the waistband of his pants. he just needs to feel your hand around his dick, not able to take it any longer. before he could put your hands into his own pants, you pull your hand back.

seeing eye to eye again, his eyes still hungry for your love now with a slight look of confusion - surprise, you smile at your bf while caressing his cheek slightly. giving him a little kiss on his lips to kiss away the almost baffled look on his face, you put your hands on his chest to gently push him away from you. eyes scanning yours to see if he did something that crossed the line. "baby..? y/n, what's wrong?" he says in a soft whisper. he was unsure if he had done anything to upset you so suddenly, you guys had made out countless times and took it further even more times than he could possibly count. upon the little grin on your face, it was clear that this wasn't the case. letting your hands trade down from his jaw to his shoulders, arms and then his hands. he took a small step back so you could get off the counter. "you can wait, i didn't cook dinner for you just to let it go to waste." you stepped aside with a satisfied yet playful smirk on your face.

sion, who needs a few seconds to get what was happening. whined as he realized you were working him up on purpose. "nooo.. baby that's so unfair.. cmon" he grabbed your arm as he turned you around on your spot; "you can't do this please baby don't leave me hanging!!!" he 'offensively' chuckled as he tried to get your attention back to him. "what about my pasta!!! we should eat, you must be so hungry after a whole day of work!!!" sion, his work day already long forgotten, bit his lip to suppress one of his famous soft laughs as he came to face the reality that you were not planning on finishing the problem in his pants, a problem you caused. "your pasta?? baby what about me" he chuckled as he grabbed your hands to turn your full attention towards him. "what about you baby?" you said as you over exaggeratedly fluttered your eye lashes at your bf, shooting him an innocent yet mischievous look. "you will be the death of me y/n" sion says as he looks down at you, the only girl that could ever put his usual leading - authoritatively self into place like this. you laugh softly, "food will be ready soon, you really need to try my new chili seasoning!!!!" you said as you turned around to stir the pot.

sion throws his head back in slight disbelief as he laughs. stepping forward to give you a back hug, he rubs his still clothed erection against your ass as he feels you pushing your hips back slightly. while smirking, which your bf can't see, you keep stirring the food in the pan. "ok baby, i see how this is, you win now, but i am not done with you yet" sion gives a quick peck on your neck as he whispers in your ear; "two can play this game baby" he let's go of you as he makes his way to the bathroom across the hall. fixing the little problem you left him with. you, smiling to yourself, start plating up the food for you and your bf. yes, your bf might be the one manhandling things his way 9/10 times, but knowing you have this effect on him, lowkey makes your self esteem go through the roof. as you put your plates down on the table, you call out for your bf; "babbyyyyy pasta is ready!!!!!" you silently giggle to yourself as you hear your boyfriends low, muffled moans coming from the bathroom. pressing your thighs together to suppress the lingering feeling in between your own legs, you know you are in for a long night.

[demigoddessqueens]

I feel like this is a bit weird but its been itching at my mind for so long😭 vox machina x fem!reader marriage headcannons?? This is my first time requesting lol, sorry if this makes you uncomfortable!

Oh it’s not weird at all, thank you for your request!! ☺️

buy/request a Ko-fi ☕️ || masterlist 12

Percy

Such a husband™️, like he’s peak loverboy

fond of the stereotypical pet names; “darling”, “my love”, “dear”, “sweetie”, etc

Will never get tired of saying your Whitestone title with pride whenever you’re introduced

Keyleth

She’s so proud and excited to be married to you, her support and partner in crime and the one that quiets the insecurities

“Yes I’m the Voice of the Tempest, leader of the Ashari, but have you met my wife?? 😄”

Grog

Bit overprotective but also very caring and gentle

if you’re shorter, likes having you perched on his shoulders

likes to get matching tattoos with you to share the past & present of himself

Pike

when you both got wed, she gifted you a matching pendant of the Everlight

Confides to you about her doubts with faith but looks to you as one who builds her up in those times

Vax

oohh he’s a down-bad type of spouse, undying loyalty and love

feathers and beads in the braids that you marked each other with, swoon-worthy kisses and touches and cuddles

“you were a wonderful experience // you were…everything”

Vex

You are the couple that are the envy and desire of everyone, anyone who lays eyes

Vex is a 1000000/10 wifey and even then she thinks the world of you

you’re her tether, keeps her grounded, a living North Star that never pushes he away or takes her for granted

Scanlan

He’s such a goofball wife-guy, down to the matching outfits and constantly serenading you (think Jessica and Roger rabbit dynamic)

even if the crowds think his love songs sound repetitive, he doesn’t care because he’s a man in love with his wedded muse

[xaythefreak]

I think TFA Blitzwing would make an interesting yandere. I would love to play around with the different personalities and how they'd look like.

Like, what if Hothead as a yandere was just the sweetest thing ever until you show signs of slipping away and then he wants nothing more than to break your legs so you can never leave and kill all your friends so you only have him.

Random would be SUCH a puppy, pay attention to him look at him, what are you doing HE'S the one who matters here. You're there and he completely forgets what he was doing in order to focus in on you.

Icy however unlike the others would be more subtle in his affection. Primarily by stalking you and pretending he isn't actually emotionally affected at all. He needs to know what you're doing at all times it's like an itch in his processor he cannot reach.

I think they would fight for control over what to do because Hothead is planning marriage, Random wants to have fun until you break, and Icy is in denial and suffering trying to keep Blitzwing on track as a loyal and good Decepticon instead of a lovesick mech who's full time job is thinking about you.

confession time,,,, TFA Blitzwing was my first Transformers crush when I was first getting into Transformers,,, so this ask made me very happy :3

all these headcanons??? 1000000/10 would eat again, say what you will be Hothead being a sweetheart to ONLY you in particular makes me happy :3

Icy being the most gentle of all of the personalities,,,, he's the chillest (haha get it *gets shot 57 times*) out of all of them and you feel most comfortable when he's the one in control,,, he's loving but stern and is not afraid to gently punish you if you step out of line....

Random being absolutely delulu and hyper-focused on you, you are like jingling keys for a baby to him /hj

waiter waiter!!! more tfa Blitzwing please!!!!!!!

[theoceansluvr]

Multi-Character x Birthday! Reader

warnings; me hating getting older T^T characters; percy jackson, connor stoll, annabeth chase, + leo valdez author's note; it's that time of year again where i grow up and absolutely DREAD IT. but ! writing this for the sheer joy of it all🩷 my birthday is actually tmrw i just wanted to post this earlier.. may write smth else for the day of.. side note - percy's was sorta based on things im doing for my birthday this year !

PERCY JACKSON -

OOOOO HE LOVES YOUR BIRTHDAY SO MUCH !

like genuinely, he's plotting his moves 5 months in advance !

he usually makes you gifts rather than buying them bc he's a broke high schooler(me too)

not the best crafter in the world, but it's the thought that counts right ?

he also brings you a bouquet of flowers that the Demeter cabin gave to him exclusively for you !

however, if you already have plans then he's 1000% on board !!

oh your going to a Yankees game ? he's already decked out in a jersey and cap. your going to a broadway show ? he's learning the soundtrack already + choreography for some reason

i think he'd take you under water for a little makeshift picnic thingy or maybe out to the docks at midnight

gives you the biggest, fattest birthday kiss EVER. with the addition of fish orchestra play your favorite song !

best birthday boyfriend ever; 10/10 !

CONNOR STOLL -

my absolute bias of a man, he would give you everything and more for your birthday which is usually swiped off of someone..

HOWEVER ! i like to believe he'd be a responsible person and actually buy/make you something for your birthday !

on the contrary to percy, i think he'd actually be a really good craftsman ! like he makes you a whole flower bouquet out of paper and you'd hardly be able to tell the difference

he wakes you up at the most unreasonable time so you can "make the most of the day !" as if he has a clue what he has planned

probably peppers your face in kisses to wake you up

or pranks you.. whichever floats your boat !

he goes with the flow and drags you around to all your favorite places and everything like that :3 even if it's somewhere super boring to him like the art gallery

if you're happy, he's thrilled !

also, your birthday cake is probably a chocolate little debbie cupcake with a candle

as stated, he's my favorite little man so he obviously gets bonus points !!; 12/10

ANNABETH CHASE -

MY GIRLFRIEND OF THE YEAR EVERYONE, SHE'S GIVING YOU THE BEST BIRTHDAY POSSIBLE.

literally NOBODY is going to be able to out do her for either gifts or experience overall

much like Percy, she's had this planned out for the longest amount of time. like she was planning this after your birthday last year

makes you breakfast in the morning because Chiron is a wee bit biased for her and despite the fact she never really leaned how to cook, it was reallyyyy good !! (she learned how to make your favorite for weeks)

anyways, she brings you breakfast in bed while explaining her whole itinerary of things she had lined up for you

she takes you to all your favorite places + food spots, she gets you pretty much whatever you'd like, and then she took you to a bonfire that night :3

she feels like a love letter writer for some reason, so please expect a handwritten letter on all the things she loves about you and why she appreciates you

maybe asks Ms. Sally Jackson herself to teach her how to bake so you can have your favorite flavor of cake :3c

either that or she buys a box cake mix and you make it together !

she's my favorite lover girl and i adore her; 1000000/10 !

LEO VALDEZ -

lastly, the man, the myth, the legend. he is making you the gift of a lifetime

makes you something with the most intricate design imaginable; jewelry, a book cover, maybe even a jewelry box of your into that sort of thing !

anything that would make your eyes sparkle, he on it !

probably does that advent calendar thing with all the trinkets he makes you up until the day of

needless to say, he gets WAYYYY to excited over you, so cut him some slack !

practically hangs on your every word on your birthday too(he always does but it's worse now)

oh you want to watch that movie about paint ? sure ! he'll even make popcorn even though it sounds beyond boring

he also cooks you your absolute favorite food and pretends he's on some Gordon Ramsay show to keep you entertained

ends the day with giving you that one of a kind, borderline art exhibit worthy gift he'd been working on with a very, VERY passionate kiss..

he invented the phrase "love to the point of invention" so he gets a massive: ∞/10

[satorusugurugurl]

Never got a request for them you say…

I know i request way to fucking much but I can’t help myself I love ur writing🫶

Butttt hear me out adult trio gojo geto shoko with fem reader. I’m thinking professional reader, who has an exhausting but rewarding job comes home exhausted, but her 3 lovers cheer her right up <333

Could be fluff or smut, I just need them in my life Fr

-🍭

Welcome Home!

Character: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Shoko Ieiri, FAB!Reader

Word Count; 2,853

Warning: overworked reader, nipple play, oral sex, praising, making out, achohol consumption, Geto in a fucking apron has me FERAL

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had lots of fun with this one 🥵🌶 Spicy loved it 1000000/10 would recommend.

Everything hurt, from your feet to your back, as you exited your car, the garage shutting behind you. You had been gone for twelve hours, leaving at six and getting home when you'd left this morning. But you couldn't complain. Your business had taken off, and as CEO, you had responsibilities to take care of, which tended to keep you away from home longer than you'd like, but the paycheck was worth it.

You had started your own candle company in college. Book tropes, characters, and television series inspired the candles you made. Your shop had been small, and you were content with that. Until your partners suggested advertising on social media, reaching out to authors, broadening your horizons. You hadn't expected much, maybe a couple of dozen more orders, a few rejection letters from said authors. What you hadn't been expecting was for your products to go viral, and several authors jumped at the opportunity to commission you for custom character candles.

Your tiny little shop became a big-time shop so fast it had your head spinning. You shipped orders worldwide, made custom customer orders, and were featured on several podcasts. Your company was close to being a multimillion-dollar company with several locations. While exciting, and you didn't need to worry about money, it was exhausting. Long hours, dozens of meetings, and business trips were your new norm; it came with the title CEO. You loved your job! There was, however, one downside.

You missed the fuck out of your partners.

With your position, you could take care of the house payment and utilities. Allowing your partners to do whatever they want without worry. Shoko was studying to become a surgeon, Geto was working on a novel, and Satoru was your biggest investor; seeing as he was from a wealthy family, he could do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to help your company grow. Things were perfect; it justified you working so hard all the time. Some days were more exhausting than others, but it was also gratifying. Your partners could pursue their dreams, and as long as they were happy, so were you.

”I’m home.” You announced mid-yawn, removing your heels and setting them to the side. You ventured into the living room. The condo was clean and tidy, as per usual, thanks to your amazing partners. They took such good care of the house when you were gone.

“Welcome home.” Suguru greeted you from the kitchen. Both the mouth-watering aroma of prepared food and the sexy man stopped you in your tracks. “Thank you for all of your hard work today, Princess.” He wore gray sweatpants, his hair pulled into his signature half up half down style.

The best part of his whole outfit was the apron. Good god, it was illegal! The black apron went around his neck and tied firmly around his waist. It read, ‘My meat is 100% Going In Your Mouth’. It was a gag gift, one you’d need to thank Satoru for purchasing. Suguru was wiping his damp hands on it as he made his way around the island, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

You melted in his embrace, your arms snaking around him as he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. It’s good to be back.” You sniffed at the air, happily groaning at the scent of food. “That smells absolutely amazing, Sugu!”

“You had a long day, so I made one of your favorites.” You followed him into the kitchen, staring at the four neatly prepared plates of perfectly prepared katsudon and fluffy white rice. ”I was finishing up the salad. It should be done in a few minutes.”

A warm body pressed against your back; the smell of clean linen and musk followed the body's movements behind you as Satoru rested his chin on your shoulder. “I hope so, I’m starving.” The whiny tone that resonated from Satoru had Suguru rolling his eyes at his antics as he chopped up lettuce. “But not as hungry as you probably are. You busted your ass today, as usual.” Soft lips peppered your cheek with kisses.

“It was a very long day.” You reached forward, grabbing a slice of cucumber off the cutting board and popping it in your mouth. “But it’s well worth it.”

“Long day; I guess this calls for some sake,” Shoko added, handing you a glass of chilled peach sake.

You took a long sip, humming at the sweet taste that danced over your tastebuds. “Shoko, what would I do without you?” Your exhausted-looking girlfriend took a long sip of her drink before pressing a kiss against your lips.

”You would be stuck with these two idiots.”

“Hey!”

Satoru pouted, while Suguru just shook his head with an unbothered chuckle. The carefree atmosphere and warm aura had you relaxing, the tension leaving your shoulders as the four of you sat down for dinner. While you ate and conversed with them, your partners looked you over while you weren’t paying them attention. Suguru took note of the dark circles under your eyes before looking at Satoru from his peripheral vision. He had noticed the circles along with how your skin appeared paler tonight. Dark and blue-hued eyes focused on Shoko. Her dark brown eyes examined you as she would a patient.

The three of them reached the same conclusion: you were exhausted, burning the candle at both ends. They knew very well how seriously you took your job; your work ethic was nothing to be sneezed at. No matter how sick or tired you were, you constantly pushed yourself to do more, to provide for them. Your motivation was fueled by positive forces, and there was nothing wrong with being driven by a goal.

However, the moment your goal began to run you down, that’s when you had a problem. You needed a break—some time to rest properly and recuperate. The three of them set their plan into action just with mirror eye contact.

“All right,” Suguru stood, collecting the dishes off the table, “Satoru and I will clean the kitchen. Shoko, why don't you take our sweet girl and get her relaxed?”

“Oh, don't be silly, I can help.” You followed them, collecting dishes that were snatched away from you by Satoru. “Hey, I can help!”

Shoko gently grabbed your hand, her slender, delicate fingers interlacing with yours, pulling you towards the bedroom. “It’s not a matter of you being able to help or not; we all know you’re perfectly capable of that.” Shoko gently squeezed your hand before pushing you back against the bed. “It’s more of a matter that we want to take care of you.” Those same soft fingers that had gently held your hand began working at the buttons of your blouse. “So please don’t fight us on this. You’re exhausted.” Your chest moved up and down, your steady breathing quickening as she exposed your torso. “Just lay back and relax.”

A breathless sigh escaped you as her soft hands groped your breasts in both hands, squeezing the soft mounds. “A-alright, then, let me touch you too.” You reached for her breasts, her nipples erect, peeking through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. Your fingers just grazed over the fabric, straining against her hardening buds, when she pulled back, out of your reach. “Shoko, why are—” Her lips met yours in a soft, delicate kiss, one that emanated her true intent and desires.

”Have you been hanging out with those two morons too much?” Soft fingers, unclasp the hook in the front of your bra. “What part of ‘lay back and relax’ did you not understand?” Warm caresses of your girlfriend's skin felt like a burning fire over your tingling nipples.

“But I hate not making you feel good.”

“Baby,” Shoko chastised, leaning down, gently flicking her tongue over one of your nipples. “You make our lives comfortable; you do so much for us.” She kitten-licked one of the buds, nearly sending you off the bed. “There will be plenty of other times for you to join in. For tonight, relax and enjoy being a pillow princess.”

You were hesitant to listen to her, but as you relaxed against the bed, you realized just how tired you were. Laying back, your head cradled by the pillow alleviated some of the throbbing pain in your upper back. Plus, you weren’t often told to be a pillow princess, to lose yourself in the pleasure. This might be precisely what you needed tonight.

Without any further protest, you melted against the bed, your hand gently running through Shoko’s long, silky hair as she suckled and nibbled at your nipples while her hands massaged your breasts. I felt so good to be touched so gently. It was a drastic contrast to the boys, who roughly groped and nipped at your sensitive breasts. No matter how many times they saw your breasts, they were still the teenage boys you met nearly a decade ago. Breasts were, and always would be, some of their favorite things. Shoko, on the other hand, knew what felt good, how to get those little moans and whimpers to escape your mouth. If the woman was given the chance, she very well could make you orgasm from your nipples alone one day.

”Oooh my god, S-Sho—” That day was today, “Shoko, f-feels so good, really good.” Your nails gently grazed her scalp before you tugged on the strands of her hair. “H-Holy shit.”

Your girlfriend giggled, sending vibrations to stimulate your already sensitive nipples. “Yeah? Feel good—“ her pink tongue swirling tantalizingly slow around them, “so good you’re going to cum like this?” A tiny whimper was the only response she received. “Such a good girl for me. Go ahead, baby.” She groped both your breasts, pushing them together, allowing her to suck and nibble at both your nipples at once. “Cum for me.”

Shoko pressed her knee against your clothed center, and that was all you needed to cum. “N-Nggh! C-cumming~ S-Sho! Fuck!” you withered and squirmed, your hips rocking g against her knee, extending the sweet pleasurable waves that rocked you to your core.

She was watching you get off from just the brush of her knee, and her mouth on your tits had Shoko giggling softly. Your face was twisted with pleasure, slowly shifting into a more lax face as you finished riding the waves. Once your heavy breathing turned into soft, content sighs, she pulled back with a grin. She’d like to see the boys try and get you off solely from your tits. Because she knew neither had the patience or skills for that.

“Good job, Shoko.” Your eyes fluttered open as the bed shifted. “Got her nice and relaxed for us.” Shoko sat back, watching as Suguru and Satoru crawled up the bed. “How are you feeling, sweetheart, better?” Satoru hummed as he unzipped your skirt, tugging it down.

“Mhmm, a lot better.” You lifted your ass off the bed. Allowing Suguru to tug your thigh-high stockings down. “Sho always takes good care of us.”

“Mmm,” larger hands forced your legs apart, “I can see that.” Suguru hummed, trailing a finger up and down over the wet spot on your panties. “She made you cum, and you did such a good job.” His fingers hooked under the lace hem and tugged them down, throwing them somewhere across the room.

Suguru’s fingers pulled your wet folds apart, admiring the slick coating of your lips and how your arousal seeped out of your tight entrance. His thumb pulled the hood over your clit back just enough, allowing him to rub sweet, gentle circles around the bundle of nerves. While he teased your clit Satoru nestled himself between your legs, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs up to your dripping sex.

“Mmm, I was wanting dessert.” His hot breath teased your twitching cunt. “Thanks for the meal, sweetheart.” His tongue dipped out, tracing teasing circles of your entrance. His wet tongue and Suguru’s thumb had you gasping, arching off the sheets. Your hips jolted forward, silently begging for more. “So fuckin’ needy~” Satoru growled into your pussy. “Normally, I’d make you beg, but you’ve been working so hard you deserve a reward.” His tongue dipped past your tight entrance, gently swirling it as he licked at your inner walls.

With Satoru’s tongue spearing you, working the muscle inside your pussy, Suguru takes the chance to lean down, kissing and sucking at your swollen nipples. “Fuck, you sound so pretty; make more sounds.” His teeth gently graze over the bud. The sudden sensation made your body jerk forward, here widening as his skilled mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking on it hard.

“Suguru,” Shoko sits on your other side, “try swirling it gently~ like this.” A raspy sigh shakes through your entire body as Shoko demonstrates her technique on your other nipple. “This gets her going.”

“Oooh~ I see now.” The dark-haired man watched Shoko closely, nodding as he observed her momentum. “So I need to do—“ his eyes meet yours as he flattens his tongue, “—this?” His tongue matches Shoko’s face as pressure, sending tingles coursing straight to your pussy, where you clench around Satoru’s skillful tongue.

Blue eyes widen as feeling the gentle spasms of your cunt on his tongue. Your wetness seeped out, coating his tongue, mouth, and chin. “Mmmphmm~ yeah.” His voice is hoarse with unfiltered, pure need. “She fucking likes it~ her cunts hugging my tongue, keep it going.”

Hearing the filthy words, Satoru spoke motivated his best friend. Suguru kept his ministrations up, his eyes darting between Shoko and back to you, doing his best to keep up with her pace, mirroring her movements to the exact inch. In turn, Shoko’s hand dipped down, pressing gently on your lower abdomen.

“S-Shiiit!” You hissed, lifting your head an inch, watching as your three beautiful partners worshiped you. “Ooooh haaah!” You arched, squirmed, and twitched on Satoru’s tongue. Your partner's fingers, tongues, and lips moved faster as you screamed, one hand gripping the sheet as your other hand thrust into Satoru’s hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as you rocked against his face.

“Good girl~” Suguru growled against your nipple. “Goood fuckin’ girl~ cum all over Satoru’s face.”

Shoko nodded her head in agreement, her hand pressing harder against you. In doing so, she put pressure on the coil that was twisting and twisting inside you. Satoru groaned loudly inside of your pussy, feeling your walls twitch slightly around him; the tiny movements had his tongue lapping faster and harder, rubbing against your g-spot with every flick.

The combination of all three of their efforts made you scream and squirt. Coating Satoru’s tongue and face. Watching the stream of clear liquid coat, Satoru’s face had Suguru rubbing your clit faster. Extending your orgasm, making you squirt again again.

“Oooh, that’s it! Good fucking girl!” Suguru praised while Satoru glowered at you. Not in anger or disgust, but in feral fucking need. His mouth and tongue didn’t stop moving as he drank all of you in, working you over the dips and rises of the orgasm that nearly took your life. He only pulled away when you grimaced, shaking at the overstimulation of his mouth, and that only happened because you yanked him out of your pussy.

“Mmm~ such a good girl~” your slack mouth was suddenly being kissed by Shoko before Satoru crawled up, slotting his mouth against yours, allowing you to taste the sticky, tangy essence of your cum. “She was the best, wasn’t she, Satoru.”

The white-haired man pulled back, collecting the remaining traces of your cum with his pointer finger. “She’s the fucking best. No questions asked.” You lazily watched as he offered his finger to Suguru.

“Oooh, thank you.” Dark eyes trailed over you before he smirked, gently wrapping his hand around Satoru’s wrist and leading his finger into his open mouth. You choked on a breath as you watched Suguru bob his head up and down Satoru’s finger, ensuring all of your juices were clean. “Mhmm, so sweet. Shoko, have a taste.” Your girlfriend grinned slowly, leaning over your spent body, kissing Suguru with full tongue to get a taste of you. Their tongues swirled and massaged the other for what seemed like an eternity before they broke the kiss with a string of saliva and your cum connecting their tongues. “Isn’t she delicious?”

“She’s sweeter than the peach sake from dinner.”

With a gargled moan, your head fell back against the pillows as your lovers all leaned over to examine your face. Your pale skin from earlier was flushed a darker shade, your eyes were hazy and distant, and if this were an anime, they were sure you’d be spurting a nosebleed right about now. The trio exchanged knowing glances and gentle smiles. You did so much for them. The least they could do was give you a proper welcome home.