#and is always trying to think of the ‘best’ outcome for both of them

[seiwas]

sel, happy iwa day!!!! 🫶 To celebrate, the word coincidence?

hello starry!! thank you for celebrating with me!!! 🫶

coincidence

“aw hell no,” you decidedly pivot as soon as your eyes land on a familiar figure across the room.

oikawa tuts behind you, wagging his finger as he effectively blocks your escape, “nu-uh, you promised!”

sure you did. stupid, dumb, two-hours ago you did promise; but that was before—

—before you knew what you were getting into.

—before you knew that coming to this party would bring you face-to-face with a part of the you that used to exist.

—before you knew that you’d have this oh-so-coincidental chance encounter with the good part of the past five years of your life.

“i hate your ass,” you mumble under your breath as oikawa urges you forward.

“ouch,” he pauses for a split second, “good thing it’s your ass heading there now then.”

you’ve known oikawa for most of your life; he’s nosy, annoying, and at his worst, a traitor when he feels the need for it. you’ve known oikawa for most of your life, and for all the years gone by, you know he’s a good friend—the meddling kind that makes coincidences happen like he holds fate in his hands.

tonight, it seems that he’s decided to hold yours.

“tooru,” you sigh, turning back to face him, “i already told you.”

“sure,” he seems unfazed, “told me you both are being so stupid about this.”

you frown, flicking him on the forehead.

“iwa-chan isn’t a quitter,” he stands his ground, “and neither are you.”

you want to cry, if you’re being honest. standing here in the middle of your university’s farewell party, you blend in with a sea of faces you’ve become so familiar with over the past four years. it makes you think of the vastness ahead of you, of the unknown that lies ahead once you step outside of this room.

and it’s instinct, when you search for the familiar spiked hair and that damn green sweater. it’s instinct when iwaizumi stands out so clearly among everyone else—

it wasn’t going to work. you both have different directions, different paths. the past five years were great; they were fun—some of the best years of your life, but you and iwaizumi have decided to mutually end it for the chance of maybe even better years ahead, without either of you tying the other down.

it hurt to admit, and a part of you, small as it was, had hoped that he would be stubborn enough to tell you no, that he was willing to fight tooth and nail to make it work. but the fact of the matter is that he didn’t, and, well—it really only meant one thing.

“it was a mutual decision, tooru.”

“okay,” he proceeds to push you ahead, “tell me that after you talk to each other honestly.”

you wonder why he’s being so insistent when you come close enough to observe iwaizumi properly—his hair disheveled and a look of fatigue beyond belief; there are red spots around his eyes, almost as if he’s kept in tears waiting to be shed. iwaizumi often has a drink in his hand at parties like this—just a cup that he’s filled at a level high enough to refuse more but low enough that it looks like he’s taken a few sips. it’s meant to be a sign of social drinking, but tonight he only holds a bottle of water.

he looks lonely at the end of the room—smiling with sad eyes as people pat him on the back and congratulate him for his offer to move.

when you and iwaizumi agreed to break it off, he had listened to everything you said and made no rebuttals to argue. you’d rehearsed what you wanted to say enough times that you were confident you wouldn’t break down while saying it; you didn’t want to give him a reason to feel bad about anything at all.

but looking at him now—it makes you want to take back everything. you’ve built yourself up to be strong about many things, but not this.

“you know, for some of the smartest people i know, i didn’t think you’d both be so—“ oikawa starts, but is promptly drowned out when a pair of those familiar green eyes land on you.

you’re eyebrows shoot up, caught, but the look iwaizumi gives you makes tears flow down your cheeks like the trickling of water down the sides of a too-full cup.

his lips curl up softly, sending you a gentle smile; his eyes, although a little sad, hold the same love you’ve received over the past five years.

you don’t deserve it—you don’t deserve it when he moves to the side, leaving a space for you to occupy should you come closer. only if you want to.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also was revisiting a little bmc bway interview ft. william last night & him saying his favorite part of the show was probably doing the agtikbi reprise scene on the couch at the party & mentioning the Nonverbal aspect of jeremy & christine's interacting / communicating there & a way of exploring/depicting Love & Affection in a way you don't always see everywhere and like aaaarghhhhh so true good lord that specific scene. and Again the bway obcr version Existing and being like that, it's just like. winded exhale yeah obsessed 5ever thank you all

[moon-fics]

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

A/n: I haven't done any creative writing in months. I'm finally doing it again so PLEASE! PLEASE don't be made if I fuck this up.

Request: reader comforting bob (any bob, could be Reynolds or Floyd) after a nightmare abt a mission gone wrong 🙏🙏 may it be filled with all the comfort our dear robert could ever ask for 😌😌😌

Warnings: Swears, mentions of violence

Your first warning was the lights flickering. It was sudden and lasted way longer than a faulty wire would. Your second warning was the vibrations coming from your mirror. The third warning won't be as kind if you ignore it.

You know these warning signs, and you often look out for them. So, you rush out of your room. The dark hallways of the tower are barely lit, but you know your way to his room. You've run to them so often it's almost ingrained in your mind.

You don't even knock before opening his door and closing it behind you. You're met with a familiar sight of Bob curled up on his bed, trembling and gasping. He isn't awake and won't wake up unless someone helps him.

You stumble over to his bed and nearly trip on a Rubik's cube. You grab his shoulders once you reach him, shaking him lightly. This is a strategic mission because Bob is not a gracious person when he wakes up. With his powers, it's a 50/50 chance you get thrown across the room. Thankfully, the only time he's attacked in his sleep, you were able to dodge. Can't say the same for Alexei.

"Bob, wake up," you say while still shaking him. His oversized sweater is covered in sweat that sticks to your hands. "Come on, Bob. Come back to me." You say softly. You've found that yelling has never had a good outcome. So, using a softer tone is the only solution.

After a few seconds, you can see him stirring. His eyes move behind his lids, and his lips press together. You've memorized most of his face and reactions at this point. You've spent so much time with him it was only natural.

With one last shake, he's startled awake. A yell escapes his throat before dying out quickly. He frantically looks around his room before his eyes find you. Oh, do they find you.

It's like a puppy finding its owner after thinking it was lost. His eyes soften, and his breathing becomes controlled. It's rapid, but he's trying to slow it down.

"Did I-?" He can barely ask before you nod. "Was it bad? Did someone get hurt?" His usual questions.

"No, no one was hurt. You didn't do anything bad," You assure him while climbing onto the edge of his bed. You don't give yourself the entitlement of holding him or getting under the covers without her permission. "Was it a bad nightmare?" You ask.

He swallows whatever saliva is in his mouth and nods. "Yeah, it wasn't the best," He chuckles weakly. He pats the space next to him, allowing you into his space. You gladly take it and scoot closer to him.

"I, uh, I couldn't save anyone," He clears his throat awkwardly. You've both gotten into a groove of skipping the 'wanna talk about it' and the 'no, I'm ok'. It always leads to him talking about it and her comforting him back to sleep. "We were on a mission, and you wouldn't leave my side. I don't know what happened, but you were all hanging off a building, and suddenly I wasn't strong enough," He continues.

Having nightmares about bad missions or impossible situations isn't new to anyone in the tower. However, it is to Bob. He wasn't trained as an assassin or for combat. He was just some guy who got dealt bad cards and one wild card.

"Yeah, well, if we go down, at least we do it together," You nudge him. It's clear that doesn't help as his frown grows. "Hey, nothing is going to happen. I'm right here, and Bucky is right across the hall snoring." You say.

You gently rest a hand on his and squeeze for proof. He isn't alone anymore. He has a whole team of people who care and want the best for him. You're both silent as time passes. He can feel your pulse in your hand and how warm you are. Definitely not dead.

"Can you stay tonight?" He asks softly. His softness used to break your heart at how sad he seemed. Now, it's comforting. He doesn't sound as sad but more meek-like.

"Only if you don't kick me in your sleep again," You agree. A half smile spreads on his lips as an answer. You know he's going to kick you, and it's going to be annoying. However, you at least get to have a pretty view the entire night.

He turns over on his side and shifts under the covers. You carefully get under them as well and adjust yourself. Your chest presses against his back, and you wrap an arm around him.

You find it comical that a man this muscular likes being the little spoon, but you have no complaints. If it gets him a good night's sleep, you'll hold him all night.

"I'm right here," You repeat while shutting your eyes.

[syluses]

you are such a talented writer—literally art through words

i have got to ask: how was/is sylus during your pregnancy? how does he feel seeing your body change to accommodate growing his big babies?

also, does she end up giving him a girl? do they end up having even more? 🤭

ohhh thank you dear thats so sweet to hear!! 🥹💖 pls take this lil drabble as a long answer lol :,) [based off this fic] CW: slight yandere, pregnancy, suggestive, dubious feelings

hehe OKAY so sylus is super attentive to mc we’ve established that!! also i don’t wanna say he falls more in love with you bc that’s quite literally impossible- he’s already down atrocious. but that’s not to say something inside him doesn’t soften and melt into a puddle whenever he sees your belly bump or rubs it reverently with his hand. your pregnancy both reminds him to be strong, to be that one grounding force in your life, the thing both you and your blossoming family can lean on- but at the same time it brings the epiphany that he’s just a man at the end of the day… and if one thing will make him weak, it’s his wifey <3

but to concisely answer your question: sylus is possessive, yes- hawk-like in the way he watches over you, but he’s also very soft. he knows and hates that he can’t be around the base all the time for you (if life was simpler, he’d be glued to your side 24/7), especially when you’re at your most vulnerable, too big to properly move, hormonal and requiring some sort of aid- emotional or physical- around the clock.

luke and kieran help where they can and sylus silently entrusts that they’ll hold the fort down while he’s gone, but even then, papa isn’t the keenest on the idea of the boys lingering around you for long periods of time,… especially when he isn’t there as well. it’s not that he worries they’ll make some sort of move on you or anything (God knows they’d sooner wish death upon themselves than to lay a hand on sylus’s girl), but more so that you’ll grow a little too lenient on them. he’s not an incredibly jealous guy,.. but the streak is certainly there.

sylus thinks there’s something undeniably intimate in it as well: his beautiful wife pregnant with his kin, relying solely and fully on him. it deepens your bond, and your trust in him (and ultimately your affection, he hopes).

oh and seeing your body change and reshape itself to accommodate his kids ABSOLUTELY drives him crazy. you’ll be insecure and whatnot, subconsciously trying to wrap yourself in baggy clothes (his massive wardrobe making that very convenient), walking around the manor with a blanket draped over your shoulders, not meeting his eyes when sylus inevitably can’t keep his hands off for any longer and brings you to bed. but he’ll kiss away those tears you can’t help from falling and croon at your ear, his hands will appreciatively roam over all those new curves you loathe and he’ll be super super gentle when he fucks you... tell you the sweetest things- purring reassurance in that velvety, deep voice of his as his lips meld lovingly with yours.

seeing you a lil plump, extra soft and vulnerable- round with his children- makes it near impossible to keep a level head around you but he does his best. you’re always the priority, even when it feels like he’ll cum in his pants like a teenager when you slot yourself in his arms and bashfully guide his big hands toward your aching, swollen breasts. someone is standing at attention immediately.

ahem. also… this outcome can be imagined in another way, that’s completely fine wit me— but in my head, sylus DOES end up getting the precious baby girl he wanted. is he satisfied? oh one hundred freakin percent. for… how long? eh. maybe anywhere from half a year to twelve months before that baby fever kicks right back in and puts reader on her ASS. poor exhausted woman is furious at him for constantly nudging her towards having a bigger family; but to be fair, sylus won’t actually voice those returning wants until weeks or months down the line, for that exact reason. he doesn’t wanna piss her off too bad haha.

this time around he’ll try to cushion the blow by saying ‘oh but we have two boys and only one girl- we need just one more to tie the numbers up. our little sweetheart will hate us if we don’t give her someone to play dolls with, dont you think?’ or some nonsense like that. im sorry but to me, sylus wants a big family. i dunno i just think that man WANTS DESPERATELY for mc to domesticate his crazy ass!!! a bunch of trifling lil toddlers scampering around his home seems like a great way to do that! i mean, if not, what else would his house be so massive for? honestly, you’d both just be wasting the space otherwise :(

in any case, your mean pouty face can’t fool sylus. you absolutely adore those little ragamuffins he gave you and will give you. there’s no denying that. <3

[linkcharacter]

I feel like many people are too focused on what Curly could've 'done' instead of what he 'thought' about it, how he saw and processed it in his head. As I see it, the point isn't that he did nothing, it's that he keeps shoving away and downplaying Jimmy's bullshit in his perception, which would then lead to inaction from Curly's side. That if he could've, we don't know if he would've. Action is very much needed in cases like Anya's, though it wouldn't make things better in the Tulpar situation, BUT that's just the horror of it and it doesn't remove Curly's faults outside of that. The point is that Curly is human and isn't exempt from trying to avoid the issue at hand in his head because of who he is as a person and the environment they're in, the condition Curly's in. He knows it's BAD with Jimmy, yet due to either or both, prolonged conditioning of their toxic friendship and Curly's stunted mental state, it doesn't click in his head properly.

If Anya didn't end up pregnant, if Jimmy didn't crash the ship, would Curly have seriously contemplated about Jimmy or rethought their friendship after finding out he's a rapist? Would anything have changed between them? I would imagine if Curly want half-delirious half-conscious and not going through an existential crisis, then I would give it a very stretched "maybe", and it still would've taken time to detach yourself from a close friend (with possible emotional abuse benefits). But we don't know what COULD'VE been, we just know he DIDN'T. And that is behavior of an enabler, not ill-willed or inconsiderate, but it's human to be afraid of change and be attached. Still ended in upkeeping his friend's harmful behaviors, not due to lack of wanting him to change but that's just how things are. It's realistic, there's no inherent 'morality' attached to Curly's actions, they were simply actions, what matters is the result. Good intentions don't mean much in face of a horrific outcome.

Would Curly keep attempting to give Jimmy help to be better, in vain like he was suggested to have done before? Very possible. "We said tomorrow will be different. Today would be the last day."

Would Curly report Jimmy to the authorities if he could? We don't know (I'm leaning towards a no though). It's not a bad thing to want your friends to be better and believe in them, nor do I think cutting them off is always the best course of action. Rehabilitation is a good thing (though we don't know exactly how Curly tried to help Jim) and having a support system as friends can make it more effective especially if it's a person struggling financially and mentally in life like Jimmy. Yet Jimmy still has to take accountability and be handled in a proper manner for what he did, not just be let go off the hook, only hoping he will improve like Curly does. At some point Curly had to stop making Jimmy's actions his responsibility but never did, until the end.

The conditions of the Tulpar themselves are very lackluster, the system is unfair and harsh with what we know about Mouthwashing's world. The companies are uncaring and scummy as they are in real life, Pony Express especially being cheap and has no regard for the safety and well being of their employees. It all creates a systematic environment for the worst human traits to fester in unchecked, no one single individual could've "fixed it".

So realistically I don't see much that could've been done in the environment they were in and no matter what Curly did, the outcome would never be good. In any course of action Curly could've gone with, the situation isn't changing, Anya was assaulted, Jimmy is the Co-pilot, the duration of the flight is more than the pregnancy term, conflict within the crew will be punished financially by the HR, they were fired. It's horrible and irreparable no matter what. That is the situation.

But

Curly still downplayed it, that's the point. It's not about the potential actions we imagine he could've taken, it's about all the things he didn't take into account and lacked proper judgement towards his friend, which ended up festering a destructive parasite called Jimmy.

Not to mention that Mouthwashing is such a multifaceted game in terms of its themes, it cannot be defined by ONLY this one Curly idea. There's so much more to the story.

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ 3 idiots in love .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Ace Trappola x Deuce Spade x gn! reader

𓏵 1032 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 2nd Person POV, they/them pronouns used (once), fluff, polyfidelity!

first time writing 3 ppl together, hope I did well (-ω-；) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

You were the ADeuce duo’s partner-in-crime; whenever they acted recklessly and caused trouble, you were always at the scene—whether reluctantly or not. It was practically a law of nature at this point. If Ace and Deuce were up to something dumb, you were either stopping them, helping them, or, more often than not, getting dragged into the chaos.

Which was exactly why you were currently seated in the Heartslabyul lounge, staring at them with mild suspicion as they fidgeted across from you.

Ace had his usual cocky smirk, but there was a nervous edge to it, like he was overcompensating. Deuce, on the other hand, looked like he was preparing for an intense training session with Vargas, sitting stiffly with his hands clenched into fists on his lap.

“Alright,” you said, folding your arms. “What did you two do this time?”

Ace scoffed, placing a hand on his chest as if you had deeply offended him. “Wow. Wow. Do you really think we’d drag you here just because we caused trouble?”

“Yes,” you and Deuce said at the same time.

Ace rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he cleared his throat and exchanged a quick glance with Deuce—one that, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed by you.

You squinted at them. “Okay, seriously. What’s going on?”

Deuce straightened his back even more (which you didn’t think was physically possible), sucking in a deep breath like he was about to say something important. But just as he opened his mouth—

“Wait, wait, I’m supposed to go first!” Ace cut in, shooting him a glare.

“What?! No, we agreed that I would start!” Deuce shot back, looking scandalized.

Ace groaned. “Bro, rock-paper-scissors isn’t a legal contract!”

“It is when we both agreed to follow the outcome!”

You blinked. “What...?”

Ace turned back to you, suddenly looking just as tense as Deuce. “Okay, listen. Forget that. What I was trying to say is—”

“—That we both like you,” Deuce interrupted, crossing his arms with a determined nod.

Ace gasped dramatically. “Dude! You just ruined my build-up!”

“Why were you building it up?! We agreed to confess together!”

“Yeah, but in order!”

You stared at them, mouth slightly open, trying to process the absolute nonsense happening in front of you. “...What.”

Ace huffed, leaning back against the couch. “Okay, okay, let me explain before you think we’re total weirdos—”

“Too late,” you mumbled.

“—We both like you,” Ace continued, ignoring you. “Like, a lot. But since we both do, we figured it would be dumb to make you choose between us, and we didn’t wanna get into some tragic ‘best friends turned love rivals’ situation.”

Deuce nodded, looking serious. “So we came up with a plan to confess at the same time. That way, you don’t feel pressured, and we can just… you know, figure it out together if you like us back.”

You blinked again. “That’s... actually really sweet.”

Ace grinned. “Of course it is! It was my idea.”

Deuce glared. “We came up with it together.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ace waved him off before looking at you again, the teasing glint in his eyes softening. “But seriously. We like you. A lot. And if you’d rather just be friends, that’s totally cool. But if you do like us back, we’d be down to, y’know... try this whole thing together. The three of us.”

Deuce nodded, his face tinged pink. “You don’t have to answer right away, either! We just… wanted to be honest.”

You looked between them, your two idiot best friends who had somehow come up with the most convoluted yet oddly heartfelt confession plan ever. And despite their bickering, despite the messiness of it all—there was nothing but sincerity in their faces.

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “You two are unbelievable.”

Ace smirked. “Yeah, but that’s why you like us, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore. "I mean… yeah," you admitted, crossing your arms. "You two are ridiculous, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like you, too."

Ace’s smirk faltered for half a second before it returned, bigger and cockier than before. "Hah! Knew it. I told you, Deuce, they were totally into us."

Deuce’s face went completely red. "Wait—really? You’re not just messing with us?"

You raised a brow. "Why would I joke about this?"

"I don’t know, maybe because Ace does it all the time?"

Ace gasped, clutching his chest. "Wow. You wound me."

Deuce ignored him, turning his full attention back to you. His hands clenched at his sides, like he was still trying to process everything. "So… you actually like us. Like, both of us?"

You let out a laugh. "Yes, Deuce. I like both of you."

Deuce blinked, his face still burning, but there was something soft in his expression—something like relief. Ace, meanwhile, had leaned back, hands behind his head, but the tips of his ears were definitely pink.

"Okay, cool, cool. So, uh, what now?" Ace asked, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

You tilted your head, amused. "Shouldn’t you two have planned that part out, too?"

Deuce groaned. "I told you we should’ve thought ahead!"

"Yeah, well, I was too busy making sure we didn’t sound like total losers, which, by the way, you nearly ruined by blurting it out early," Ace shot back.

"You were taking too long!"

You laughed, cutting off their bickering before it escalated. "How about this? Let’s just… keep things the way they are for now. We don’t have to rush into anything. We can just figure it out together."

Ace and Deuce both paused, looking at you.

"...That’s actually a really good idea," Deuce admitted.

Ace smirked. "See? This is why we like you. You’re way smarter than us."

"Not a high bar to clear," you teased.

"Hey!"

Deuce chuckled, and for a moment, all three of you just sat there, basking in the ridiculousness of what had just happened. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t some grand, romantic moment. But it was yours—messy, chaotic, and kind of dumb, just like the three of you.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[yappaccinocookie]

demon snow!

yn cookie with an ability like kyouka from bsd, how would and ancients and beasts react?

I only did the beasts that have been released (seen in the story) so far. I haven't finished watching bsd, so i used most of my sources from wiki! since cellphones don't exist in crk (that I know of) the inanimate object that is used to control her ability is not described as anything else but an "object." stupid tumblr also deleted all of my work, so I redid this. i didn't proofread, it's just straight brain to paper (digital paper maybe) i also didn't know if you wanted them grouped together so I did them all separately this is why this ask took forever. you can take this as romantic or not!

LOWER CASE INTENDED!

context (from wiki) : her ability, demon Snow (夜叉白雪, Yasha Shirayuki), materializes demon snow, a ruthless sword-wielding phantom that only follows orders coming from her mobile phone, which allowed Akutagawa to control her ability in the past.

— ANCIENTS

White Lily —

"Really? That's... terrifying— wait not to degrade you I think it's neat!"

she was terrified at first, after learning about your ability she felt guilty knowing you couldn't control this winter beast in you, instead it was controlled by a phantom that wouldn't listen to you. this poor cookie over thought everything.

she immediately (although patiently) asked you for more information, to see if she could do anything to make sure this ability wouldn't harm your dough or cookies–a–like that are near you during transformation.

white lily noted everything she could discover about your ability, although she was terrified at the possible outcomes she was also intrigued with what it could do. this phantom would only listen to that object you hold around, and it made her paranoid considering somebody could steal it and use your ability for bad. she started working around ways to make it safer for you with the information you provided and the things she could find in every nook and cranny of the library.

at the end, when she's done all she could do she'll just help you maintain a healthy relationship with your ability, and even though she kind of shivers watching it destroy everything in the battle field there's always a glint of amazement in her eyes.

her reaction is a mix of confusion, curiosity and fear. know she just wants the best for you, and she's also trying her best for you! if you need help you can ask white lily, she'll find a way.

Golden Cheese —

"Wait really? That's pretty cool, what can it do?"

she found it badass, and didn't look more into it. golden cheese is a god herself with godly abilities, so abilities aren't new to her she won't be that curious, I don't see her as the type to do much/serious research other than a few random questions.

golden cheese is eager to battle the phantom though, it didn't seem like a cookie like everyone else. it would be a fun experience! only if you want to though, maybe it could get out of control and she knows that's unsafe for both you and her.

her reaction is like "OH COOL!" a few 5 year old questions and then she doesn't look into it much, unless you want to talk about your ability or you want her to talk about it.

Dark Cacao —

"That's quite a dangerous ability, are you able to control it properly?"

the answer to that is no, the phantom won't listen to you, anyway dark cacao isn't really concerned about what you can do but what it can do to you.

you cannot underestimate anybody, nor can you be too comfortable around companions, and he's had bad memories with curses and swords, so he is kind of stiff when you mention it. there's this random part of him sometimes that wonders if the phantom will act up and slice him with a sword.

dark cacao observes the object that controls the phantom, wondering its importance, considering there are multiple of rare objects the phantom could've chosen why this one?

he's pretty chill, but if you tell him that the object got lost or got stolen, all hell will break loose and he'll order his subjects to turn his kingdom upside down, backwards, reversed, whatever just to find it.

his reaction is more of a "I see..." thing, he gets flash backs of war since he's old. he'll be concerned for your wellbeing, but if you're alright he'll be okay. even if companions are not to always be trusted, he wants to make sure his companions (you) are safe too!

Hollyberry —

"Ooh, that's amazing!"

hollyberrys eyes shine like never before, full of curiosity and contagious amounts of excitement.

after seeing the phantom fight in your frail cookie body, she deems you and the phantom as a worthy opponent and, like golden cheese, asks for a battle. she won't pressure you, but she also won't admit defeat. that won't be the last time you hear her asking for a battle, and if you accept win, or lose, hollyberry is giddy after and before the battle.

she wants to see its full potential, but makes sure you're safe too. hollyberry would take you on expeditions with her to various places to see how this snow demon fights, with her fighting along side you.

hollyberry would also ask to see the object that controls it, but becareful she may be high and mighty but she's not slow and steady she might drop it! she'll be looking at it for a while, like she's seeing all the stories it's been through, through one glance.

hollyberry is definitely the one that reacts the most enthusiastic, she's always up for a new adventure and she sees this as an opportunity to learn more about her pal! (you)

Pure Vanilla —

"Fascinating, I've heard of this ability but never seen such in person."

considering pure vanilla is all–knowing he's already seen a bunch of cookies with strange abilities, he's seen yours in one of those library books from back when he was still young!

he knows alot, but not all. there are times where the phantom just straight up controls you to communicate with this guy, I don't know why, but pure vanilla seems to have that nature.

if you're having struggles, like white lily cookie, pure vanilla wants to help you to the best of his abilities. he's known for guiding cookies to the right path, and this doesn't exclude you, even if cookies mark you as dangerous.

he'll tell you all he knows, and make sure the thing that controls it is safe—also this ability is yours, not his, and if you can handle it then he will only support your decisions!

like for example, he will not stop the phantom from attacking enemies, but only shield and tell the allies to back off or becareful around it.

like everyone else, as long as you're okay it's not much of a problem. the phantom doesn't seem hostile to cookies who haven't angered it, so he focuses on the host (you) and make sure you haven't irritated it lately.

his reaction is most the most chill of the bunch, but he does get concerned once in a while when it breaks loose.

— BEASTS

Shadow Milk —

"What can you do for me?"

beasts are evil, this is no surprise to anyone. Shadow Milk wouldn't cause harm on YOU specifically but the things around you. Beasts had live long enough to know alot, so he knew already about what your ability can do.

he's not afraid of the snow demon, but knows others can be, and uses it to scare little cookies playing. "there's this scary cookie with a monster inside of them! they're gonna eat you!"

you're gonna have to stop him before fairy tales of a scary snow demon start popping up, it's his way of teasing you since he has no peace with anybody.

do NOT show him the object that controls it, once you blink he's already taken that and hid it somewhere you won't see. Shadow Milk is very sneaky.

he'd steal the object that the phantom follows orders from, and has let it break free and cause alot of accidents. ones you've felt guilty for, but he won't kill anyone, only fires and house destruction.

unlike pure vanilla, he would not have a nice relationship with that phantom. he'd probably make fun of it by stealing its sword, and/or fight it depending if it would hurt you or not he doesn't want his old pal dying on him! he'd probably be a trigger for it to come out, and if it does come out he'd plan scripts as if he was doing one of his carnival performances.

when you tell him to stop he freaks out, and either stops being all smiley and scare the living crumbs off of you or he cries out and tells you to stop being cruel and let the him have fun. either way he won't stop, but will subtly make his pranks less damaging.

the only time he'd shut up is when he's observing the phantom fight, there's a glint of admire, he likes destruction no matter what type.

his reaction was more of him realising the power you hold, and what he can do with it! (100 crimes would be committed if you don't make/set boundaries.)

Mystic Flour —

" ... "

mystic flour is closed off, and she barely speaks on your ability unless you guys are really close. it may seem like she doesn't care, but trust me she's really intrigued just not to the extent of the others.

she's neutral about the whole thing, and wouldn't use you for bad or let it break free for the joy of wanting it to destroy things. infact she finds it pretty annoying when she just wants peace and quiet.

mystic flour sees the phantom as greedy, and won't listen to any sob backstory of why it controls you. if you show her the object she'll look at it for 5 seconds and then give it back. maybe she knows too much.

fighting or communicating with it is not her forte, she prefers hiding away. she won't listen to the phantom if it begs for a fight, but if YOU specifically ask her for a battle she'll hesitate, but give in.

her reaction is empty, it seems not even that unique demon snow ability of yours can make her care enough to move away.

Burning Spice —

"At last, you're not boring like the other dough!"

you've captured this beasts attention! burning spice wants to destroy the phantom, he would definitely want to fight it. actually, not a want, he WILL fight it no matter what you say.

each fight with you/demon snow entertains him, because you/it can catch up with his speed and be as ruthless as him. he does remember you're but a frail cookie made from dough, and only ever fights it once it's out and you seem healthy/fired up to fight. this is not a boundary (although that would be nice) it's him preventing you from dying so he won't get bored.

he secretly admires it's strength, but always makes degrading remarks to it. "weak!", "I can do better", "I will destroy you!"

speaking of destroy he will destroy the object that controls it unless you never let him hold that thing. it's impulsive behavior and he has no self-control if it doesn't harm him, himself.

his reaction is terrifying, not for him, but for you!

Silent salt and Eternal Sugar aren't here...

[masoncantthinkofaname]

Little storytime for you eager souls

But first and foremost. Coffee.

I have so many requests and dms right now, both on tiktok and tumblr, I promise that I will get through all of them, don't be alarmed if it takes me a few days to respond. I'm trying to genuinely put in effort in every piece of advice I give, and sometimes I just need a bit to recharge💚

Things that my mentor, Halt has taught me, and how this has affected me across realities: (but secretly it's also good shifting advice)

So for a little context, most of my and my husband's drs are medieval based, and Halt has been the father figure and mentor that has taught mainly me, but also my husband many things, to the point he is in many of our drs. He has the typical grumpy found father vibes, and he is a ranger. (If anyone recognises where he's originally from, I love you)

Understand what you are doing, this is regarding anything you want to do in life.

One thing he always says is ''Don't practice until you get it right, practice until you don't get it wrong.'' He taught me that doing the same things over and over isn't useful if you have no idea what you are doing. This man has made me train for hundreds of hours, in the hottest weather, in the rain, snow, storms, any circumstances you can think of. He always insisted that I should know why I'm doing it. ''Work gets frustrating if you don't know why you're doing it, or what you're doing it for. If you know why, it's still frustrating, but it's worth it.'' He always said that no one is forcing me, that it doesn't have to be fun, but I need to know what I'm doing it for. I took this advice along with me to so many places, it's useful not only in a physical sense, but also when it comes to shifting, or trying to relate or understand people that you're trying to help.

2. Fresh flowers bring life

Halt is the last person you would expect it from, but whenever there are flowers, he always puts a fresh bunch in every room of his cabin. It's such a subtle and peaceful action. I've never been able to tease him for it, and instead, the habit stuck with me as well. Whenever there are flowers, I pick a few. It's a reminder that, despite the chaos, despite anything going on, the world keeps turning, things keep growing. I still vividly remember the many times he scolded me over my bouquets not being up to his standards. There's gentleness even in the roughest people.

3. Prepare for the worst, don't expect it

I'm a huge overthinker, I had a nasty habit of always expecting the worst outcome in any situation. And although it made me ready to face it, it also clouded my judgement. There have been many situations where I responded too harshly or impulsively to danger, simply because I took insignificant things as a sign that things were going south. ''You have to be ready for it, be prepared, but don't expect it until you have proof. You need to be able to respond accordingly to any outcome, if you only focus on the bad, you don't leave any room for it to go well.'' There have been so many cases where I truly taught I was fucked, but I still kept going with the original plan, and as it turns out, in 8/10 cases it didn't nearly end as badly as I feared, but it probably would have if I gave in to my fears.

4. If you can do it at your best, you can do it at your worst

I already mentioned that I've trained for countless of hours, in any circumstances, but admittedly I can be a bit lazy. Mainly once my skill grew, and I was confident in my abilities. If the weather is horrible, why would I go outside with my bow and knives, to spend hours getting dirty in the mud and feeling like a drowned cat? Halt was quick to correct my thinking, reminding me that, the circumstances not being ideal is not an excuse to slack off. It's not favourable to do something when I don't feel like it, but that doesn't take away by ability to do it regardless. ''If you want to achieve something, you have to be consistent, stop feeling pity for yourself.'' It has caused me to be way more persistent in my goals, but also in doing the things I want to do. In the past I may've told myself or others I'm too lazy when something isn't handed to me on a silver platter, now I take it as a reward to see results, even if I didn't originally feel like doing something. It also helped me see the good side of things, even small aspect. Yes the weather is shit, I'm soaked and miserable, but the rain makes me feel alive, all my arrows landed where I wanted them to, and I saw a cool bird.

5. You're worth the value you give yourself

''Many people in life will not agree with you, they might ridicule you, or not believe in your capabilities. Rather than sulking over this, take it as a chance to prove them wrong.'' Being the overthinker I am, I was often worried about people's opinions on me. Honestly I still kind of am, but I have improved a lot. Someone insulting me is their choice, but it's my choice to pick how I want to respond to it. If I don't let it affect me, it won't harm me either. Halt is quite small. In my drs I'm around 175cm, he's shorter than I am. With the fame he carries, people tend to make fun of his height. They expect a huge warrior, instead they get a small grumpy man. His ability however, to not give a fuck, is admirable. He knows his worth, and he couldn't care less about someone who has no value to him, having their uninformed opinion about what he should be like. It has been a big reminder for me too that the only opinions that should truly matter to me, are those of the people that I look up to myself. I'm really grateful that I have been able to teach this same lesson to my and my husband's children, and always assure them that something only gets meaning when you give it to it.

I'm definitely planning on actual storytimes as well, I just don't really know what people prefer to see (prime example of my overthinking). I have experienced many things that might be considered a little traumatic, even if they make good stories, but I can also definitely keep it sweet or wholesome. For now I hope that these advices that helped me greatly throughout my lives, might be useful to some of you as well! Happy shifting💚

[pulanadugo]

OO1 : CARCEL || THE JEALOUS ONE.

summary: your in a toxic relationship with your childhood friend.

carcel escalante has always been the golden boy of his family. this dude knew how famous he was because of his look and his family's background. that's why he never hesitated to use this to his advantage.

without any doubt, carcel was spoiled. he always get what he wanted no matter what happen.

that's why when he realized that he was in love with you. this guy didn't even waste any time— he goes to your house with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers on his hand and confessed his feelings.

there was only two outcomes on this event. if you say yes, that would make everything easy for both of you. but if you say no? oh boy, it looks like he needs to use some force.

carcel was definitely a sweet lover. he knew your favorites, your dislikes, your habits— scratch that, he knew everything about you. perks of being a childhood friend, i think?

he was like a big puppy who always wanted to be on your side. he gave you the best gifts, kisses and hugs. hell, he was even willing to give you the world if you ask him.

as carcel's lover, he give you so much freedom. he doesn't want you to be the type of a lover who will suffocate his beloved. he likes you to be free and do what you wanted to do.

but— oh well, he still has one rule. and that is— don't approach any men. if they approach you, you should ignore them.

so far, you were able to follow it without any trouble— well atleast not until now.

the two of you got invited on the queen's party. you don't know what's going on— but the shitty crown prince, carcel's cousin approached you and started flirting with you.

you were uncomfortable as hell— but since his rank were higher than yours. you had no choice but to swallow your pride and smile at him.

then, that was when you saw carcel from afar. he was smiling, but it didn't even reached his eyes. seeing that expression on his face, you realized one thing— it looks like you have to say goodbye to your sweet freedom. because there was no way that he will allow you to interact with anyone other than him after this event.

tsk, tsk, tsk. what a bad girl. it looks like he have to remind you again that you are his. and no one, even his family or the crown prince has the rights to touch you.

don't hate him because he was doing this for your sake, idiot.

￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

“ break up? my sweet, do you think my love is a toy you can simply discard? we are bound, heart and soul. trying to sever that would only... hurt us both. terribly. ”

[folkwhoreberry]

Hello!!!

I have a request for you!!!!

Could you a dad/lewis to a teenage boy and a dad/max to a daughter and there kids are dating!?

Against The Odds

hamilton!oc x verstappen!reader

or... the one where your love is breaking boundaries

word count : 1.1k

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : youngblood by 5 seconds of summer

part 2 part 3 part 4

🦁🧡 X 🤙🏾💜

a hamilton dating a verstappen? a fever dream come true.

at the start of your relationship with miles hamilton, both of your dads were sceptical, even if they tried to act supportive. deep inside they were - but they weren’t so sure about the outcome of the possible rivalry between you, but all worries were settled after the first race you attended together max and lewis saw you discussing the grand prix, with no bitterness to the other’s father despite the history between them.

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the day of the british grand prix. miles’ dad’s home crowd, also known as the crowd who hates your father the most.

you walked into the paddock with miles, just talking about whatever. the media didn’t know about your relationship - but they did know that the two of you were close since you were younger, so it wasn’t an unusual sight to see.

“nervous?” miles asked, nudging you playfully with his elbow. he had that teasing grin, the one that told you he already knew the answer.

you shrugged, glancing up at him. “not really. I’m used to hearing them boo my dad here. what about you?”

he smirked. “my dad doesn’t get booed here, remember?” he teased, but there was a hint of tension behind his words. as much as lewis was loved at silverstone, both of you knew the rivalry between your dads cast a shadow over the weekend. no matter how much time passed, the fanbase seemed to cling to the tension between hamilton and verstappen like it was fresh.

you rolled your eyes. “you know what I meant. it’s not exactly easy walking in here with ‘verstappen’ on my pass.”

“yeah, but you’ve got me,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulders casually, though the closeness made your heart skip a beat, like it always did when he touched you. “we’ll get through this. besides, I’ll be there to distract you.”

you smiled at him, but your mind wandered. you knew the media would be watching you two closely, especially today. sure, they didn’t know about your relationship, but being seen with miles often, especially here at silverstone, always stirred questions.

as you neared the garages’ area, you caught sight of the flashing cameras in the distance. the media pen was just a few feet away, and you could already feel the eyes on you. “we should be careful,” you whispered, leaning closer to miles. “I think they’re watching.”

he followed your gaze to the cameras and nodded slightly, his playful demeanor shifting into something more serious. “yeah. let’s keep it low-key today.”

just as you reached the entrance to the food court, where you and miles spent your time before each race, you felt a pair of eyes on you. you looked up and saw lewis, standing just inside, arms crossed but with a soft, knowing smile on his face. behind him, max stood nearby, not far from where the red bull team was. both of your fathers watched you and miles as you approached.

lewis walked over first, pulling his son into a quick, one-armed hug. “ready for the weekend, mate?” he asked, giving miles a pat on the back before his eyes shifted to you. “and you? keeping my son out of trouble?”

you laughed, glancing at miles. “trying my best.”

max came over then, his gaze flicking between you and Miles, always sizing up the situation. even though both of your dads had accepted the friendship - and eventually the relationship - it was hard not to feel the weight of their past, especially here, on the track that was always tied to one of their most infamous moments.

“you two keeping it clean this weekend?” max asked, eyebrow raised.

miles chuckled. “as clean as we can.”

there was a brief silence, a shared look between the four of you. it was moments like this that you realized how far things had come. once, the idea of a verstappen and a hamilton being this close would’ve been unheard of. but now, with you and miles in each other’s lives, it felt almost normal - well, as normal as it could be when your dads were two of the biggest names in formula 1.

“right,” lewis said after a beat, clapping his hands together. “let’s get going then. race preparations to focus on.”

you watched as your dads headed off in their respective directions, and the tension you hadn’t even realized was building in your chest started to ease. miles squeezed your hand quickly before letting go, making sure no one could see the gesture.

“want to sneak off to the drivers’ lounge for a bit?” he asked quietly.

you nodded, grateful for the escape. as much as you loved being here, the constant spotlight and pressure were starting to wear on you. you weren’t just here to support your dad anymore - you were here with miles, trying to keep your relationship hidden, and the weight of it all sometimes felt overwhelming.

you both slipped into the drivers’ lounge unnoticed, finding a quiet corner away from the chaos of the paddock. miles plopped down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. “see? not so bad.”

you sat down beside him, leaning into his side. “you know, if the media finds out about us, it’s going to be a mess.”

he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “yeah, but maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing. might be fun to see the look on their faces when they realize.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you think?”

he grinned, leaning in closer. “a hamilton and a verstappen together? it’s practically a headline waiting to happen.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, even though the thought made your stomach twist. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to go public - you just didn’t know if you were ready for what would come with it. the media would have a field day. fans of both your dads would pick apart every detail, and the rivalry between hamilton and verstappen would be dragged back into the spotlight in a way neither of you wanted.

“we’ll deal with it when the time comes,” miles said softly, his hand brushing yours again. “but for now, we’ve got this. and if we can survive the british grand prix without anyone figuring it out, i think we’re pretty much golden.”

you smiled at him, feeling a bit more reassured. as long as you had miles by your side, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“yeah,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. “we’ve got this.”

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© all rights reserved to folkwhoreberry. no stealing or copying will be tolerated.

a/n : I now want miles thank you very much

[its-me-your-bicon]

Stray Love - Joaquín Torres x Reader.

Summary: Joaquín brings home a little someone as an act of kindness.

Word count: 1244.

No pronouns used for reader.

Warnings: Pet names in Spanish, I guess?

Author’s notes: I love him <3 not my best work, but the idea was too cute not to write.

Joaquín was late.

Not to the degree of having to call authorities or watch the news in order to see where the hell he was, but late nonetheless.

You weren’t mad about it, but ever since he’s become the Falcon, you’re not sure he fully understands the degree of your worries whenever he gets held back without being able to write you about it.

Weirdly, you hear the ringing of your doorbell, not expecting any visitors and knowing Joaquín has a key to the shared apartment.

You expected the worst.

Looking through the peephole, though… You see the face of your boyfriend poured in the rain from outside, apparently holding something with both arms.

“Joaquín, what the h—?”

Once the door was open, you could see your boyfriend carrying a stray dog with both arms and just as wet as him. Its coat is mid-length and honey-colored, although darkened by the water.

“I know what this looks like…” Joaquín started, “But I couldn’t just leave her in the rain! Sorry I’m late, but she wouldn’t stop running from me, no matter what I did!”

Joaquín always had a soft spot for the little guys in the streets, so it’s not the first time he has brought an animal to your shared apartment, even though it definitely wasn’t allowed by the building. You don’t have it in you to discourage him from it, though it could damage your reputation and contract with the owner.

“Just come in…” you tell him after a sigh.

He smiles that gorgeous smile of his and kisses you on your cheek as he enters your shared home, “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah…” you smile a little at the sight of Joaquín putting the little girl down and coaxing her with a towel before addressing his own state. They both must be freezing…

“Let’s give her a warm bath, mi amor… you’re already wet, so it’ll be easier.” You joke and wink at him as he looks up to you.

He does as he’s told, and you both try to get your new guest to follow into the tub by giving her treats along the way. You don’t have any dogs of your own, but you keep treats inside for this exact situation (and to sometimes interact with the dogs in the nearby park).

Once she’s partially fed with treats, she gets in the tub with a little help from Joaquín and some reassurance from the both of you.

You assess from top to bottom to see if she has any injuries that need immediate attention, but you find none, so you proceed with the warm water. Occasionally spraying Joaquín with the shower hose.

“Hey!” He protests when it becomes obvious you’re doing it on purpose, “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” He says as he gets shampoo on your shirt as revenge.

You two just laugh the situation away and keep washing the dog until she’s done for drying.

“I’ll do it, Joaquín. Just get in the shower and change your clothes.” You needed a change yourself, but he’s in dire need considering how he initially entered.

He agrees and gets to it, just as you bring a towel and a few more treats to handle her easier into it.

She’s a kind dog, and you can tell friendly too, but she's just scared. You leave her to food and water by herself to give her some space, just as Joaquín gets out of the washroom in a towel and goes to your shared room for clothes.

“What do you think of the name “Delta”?” He asks, a little muffled by being in different rooms, but you hear him clear enough.

“Joaquín, no.” You tell him as you walk to the bedroom “You know it gets more difficult to let them go once they get a name…”

“But baby! She totally deserves a name. Don’t you sweet girl?” As if on cue, ‘Delta’ barks twice at Joaquín. “See?” He says totally pleased with the outcome. You roll your eyes.

“Come on, Angel.” He gets close to you and puts his hands on your shoulders “I’ll get her a family soon enough. I always do.”

That he does. Delta is not the first, nor will she be the last, stray to pass through that door, but somehow Joaquín always finds someone who can take care of them in one way or another. Both your jobs don’t allow you much time to be home, thus it's not ideal.

Even so, Delta ended up six more days with you. Joaquín would get her in and out through the back door and hack the building’s cameras to play the same image of an empty corridor every time he went for a morning run with her.

As you suspected, Delta was a sweet girl who warmed up to the two of you fairly quickly, but goodbyes were in store as Joaquín got in touch with one of many host families he has collected over the years.

“Joaquín, are you crying?” You ask in bed with him the day before you have to give her up. He was lying down with Delta on his chest as he hugged her.

“I’m not!” He laughs with clearly wet eyes “I’ll just miss her, y’know?”

“I know, baby… Me too” You give both of them a kiss on the forehead. Delta gets closer to Joaquín’s neck at the action with a displeased expression, perhaps jealous of the attention you give to your boyfriend. Both you and Joaquín laugh at the action.

It’s not a secret that animals usually get closer to Joaquín while living under your roof. You accepted it long ago. He just has that kind of energy about him.

“Girl! That’s my boyfriend, you hear me?” You give her a scratch on the head, hard enough for some of her hair to lie disheveled.

Joaquín grabs your hand before you retrieve it completely.

“Thanks, mi vida… For sticking around for all this craziness.” He gives a shy smile as he says so.

“It’s not crazy to care for others, Joaquín… That’s your biggest strength, and I adore you for it.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

Needless to say, goodbyes the next day were bittersweet. But after having taken care of her, checking up everything was alright at the vet, and given her sweet nature, you had no doubt she would find her forever home soon enough.

Joaquín insisted on receiving updates from her temporary hosts, and after much reassurance from them, you finally get to return hand in hand to your own home.

“I’m proud of you, baby bird. You handled this one very well.” You give him a congratulatory kiss on the side of his lips.

“Yeah, yeah… You won’t tell Sam about the crying part, will you?” He wears his best pleading face as he says so. You two stop walking at that.

“Maybe… What’s in it for me in exchange for my silence?” You ask as you wrap your arms around his neck to emphasize your request.

“I can think of a few things…” He gives your waist a squeeze with his hands as he reaches for a kiss.

Life may be unpredictable and chaotic for all creatures on earth, but having people like Joaquín on your life gives you hope for the future. Suit or no suit, he tries his best to never give up on others.

[margecouture]

10 steps to protect your vibe 🐚

we all love to feel comfortable and happy so it is very important to protect your vibe from anything harmful or negative in order to live out the most positive and fulfilling days of your life. so, here’s 10 steps you can go by to protect your vibe everyday:

avoid gossip and drama. drama is like a wildfire, starting small but can quickly grow out of control, consuming everything in its path and leaving destruction behind. this can include conflicts, distractions, and a negative effect on your mental health. avoid gossiping and drama to protect your peace and happiness.

let go of things you can’t control. by releasing what you can’t control, you can focus your energy on things you can influence which allows for more positive outcomes and calmness in your life. holding on to things you cannot control is like trying to catch the wind, it’s exhausting and impossible.

avoid comparing yourself to others. each and everyone in this world has their own unique path and timeline, no two journeys are identical. comparing yourself to others can lead to unnecessary stress and suffering about not feeling good enough. remember, just like apples and oranges are compared, they both have their own unique qualities and value and can coexist in the same world. this is the same for us!

keep your faith larger than your fears. i like to think of faith as a lighthouse guiding you through a storm. it helps you to navigate through the darkness and find your way. choose to face your fears and have faith in all, this will protect your vibe in any situation.

don’t do anything that doesn’t feel right. it’s important to do what you believe is right for your own self conscience so feelings of guilt or shame won’t overtake you and destroy your energy. by choosing to do what’s right, this aligns your energy with good opportunities from the universe. remember, you reap what you sow. sow goodness and goodness will come back to you.

don’t be afraid to spend some time alone. spending time alone is crucial for recognizing your inner self and needs. you don’t always need to be around people in order to feel positive or whole. sometimes, the bestest friend you could have is found in yourself. this protects your vibe from low self esteem and self neglect.

speak kindly to yourself and to others. showing kindness to yourself and others boosts self esteem and confidence which help you achieve a positive self image and compassion. think of kind words like seeds. when you plant them, they grow into beautiful relationships and self love.

please yourself before trying to please others. taking care of yourself and your needs, aka self-care, will always help you to have the energy and balance to help others. you can’t pour from a empty cup and setting those boundaries will protect you from burnout and disappointment.

stay away from people who drain your energy. energy suckers come in many different shapes and sizes and can be a burden to your vibe. people who drain your energy usually thrive off of negativity, gossip, and hate. this can cause mental and emotional exhaustion. get rid of those negative nancies so you can maintain a positive and healthy attitude!

ignore any opinions that don’t enhance your life. some opinions are just made to discourage you from doing what is best for yourself. most opinions usually come from, guilt, conditioning, limiting beliefs, or experience. value your own judgment and self worth, you know yourself better than anyone.

protecting your vibe means safely guarding your mental, emotional, and spiritual energy. by following these steps, you’ll feel more empowered to do what’s best for yourself and pour good energy out into the universe. cheers to good vibes only! 💝

[nfr-girly]

Eddie Munson x reader // possible Steve x reader

:: angst + fluff jealous eddie <3

:: masterlist ♡︎ divider by @chachachannah

Chrissy had been hanging out at hellfire club for a few weeks now, you first introduced her and Nancy to them when Mike and Dustin joined the club. You weren’t apart of the club yourself, but you and Eddie had been friends for years, so he let you hang out there every so often.

You, Nancy, robin and Chrissy were closer than ever. Robin introduced you to Nancy, and you introduced them to Chrissy. You couldn’t go anywhere without eachother, you knew you could always rely on them. Which is why you felt super guilty about how you were feeling these past couple of weeks.

It was no secret you felt things for Eddie. How could you not? He was a confident rockstar, with loads of tattoos and long curly hair. Anyone with a brain would’ve fell for him

Ever since Chrissy and Eddie were first introduced, Eddie always stayed super close to her at hellfire, she would ask him questions about the game and he would guide her through it, you’d always see the two make small jokes between themselves. You loved chrissy, and you could never blame her for trying to make friends, but all you could think as you watched the two were how you wish that was you.

You and Eddie were good friends, but you knew you two would never be anything more than that, you always thought he’d prefer someone like him, or you thought that until Chrissy. They were complete opposites. She was the popular, nice cheerleader; and he was a rockstar who played guitar, and mostly wore black. But of course he liked Chrissy, everyone did! She was the best, how could they not?

After hellfire you and Chrissy walked to her car and talked, you asked her, “how did you find it?”

“I really liked it!! Everyone’s so welcoming especially Eddie, he helped me a lot” she replied

You nod slowly, curious you ask, “what did you guys talk about? I heard you laughing a lot”

“Oh well he talked about his hobbies he’s got, and asked me about some stories from cheerleading.”

“Oh, well it’s good you have another friend in the club, aside from yours truly” I nudge her and she laughs

I try to keep a positive attitude upon hearing about her new friendship with Eddie. But inside I can’t help but feeling all sorts.

*a few weeks pass*

The more hellfire met up, the closer Eddie and Chrissy got, it made you insane, you felt so guilty feeling this as they were both your friends, and Eddie didn’t belong to you.

Now you were walking towards Chrissy’s car, you had a shift at the video store with Steve, but you didn’t have a car yourself yet, so you had to rely on either Robin or Chrissy.

You waved at Chrissy as you approached her car and she waved back, unlocking the door for you.

You get in and hug her, “thank you so much for taking me, I still need to wait two months then I’ll have my license.”

“Don’t worry about it! The stores on the way to my house anyway”

You two start heading to the store and make conversation, until she mentions something about Eddie.

“Eddie also asked me if I wanted to go to the cinema with him”

Your heart dropped, they were going on a date? Maybe it wasn’t a ‘date’ but still.

“Oh that’s nice of him, what are you going to see?”

“We’re going to see pretty in pink! I know it doesn’t seem like his type of film, but he let me choose, and I’m hoping to expand his knowledge for movies”

“That’s good! But watch out for him falling asleep” You joke, hoping she doesn’t catch your sudden change in mood.

We get to the video store and you say bye to her, as you head to the door you think about her and Eddie, thinking of all possible outcomes of their ‘date’. Will he confess his feelings for her? Will she say yes? Will they announce their relationship at the next hellfire meeting?

Your mood has turned upside down, it’s obvious something’s up with you.

You get to the desk and meet Steve, you say hi to him and change into your uniform, as you come out the bathroom, he pipes up.

“Who shit in your coffee?”

“What?” You say

“You look depressed as hell”

“No- I’m okay, just got a bit on my mind”

“You can tell me, it’s a slow day today so anything’s better than standing here all day”

You hesitated telling him, but Steve had an idea about your feelings for Eddie anyway, so you thought why not?

“You know Eddie..” you turned around hoped he’d catch on

Steve raised his eyebrows and immediately grabbed a seat for you and him, knowing you were about to go on a rant

You chuckled before sitting down

“Well him and Chrissy have been getting close recently, and he asked her to go see pretty in pink at the movies”

Steve nodded, knowing your feelings for Eddie, that must’ve hurt

“Don’t get me wrong I know me and him aren’t a thing, it just feels shitty”

“Yeah I know. Listen why don’t you and me hang out tomorrow? I’ll pick you up after school and we can go to star court, we’ll go roller skating and eat some ice cream, whatever you want”

You lifted your head to look at Steve, you felt so grateful for him as a friend

“Really? Are you busy though?”

“Nah, I haven’t got much going on right now so I’m free pretty much anytime. Cmon, it’ll be fun”

Maybe hanging out with someone else would get your mind off of Eddie? You didn’t see why you and Steve couldn’t hang out

“Okay then, hellfires on tomorrow so if you pick me up at around 4, I’ll be waiting there, let me know when your at the front of the school”

“Oh do you want to finish hellfire first?” He asks

“No it’s okay. I could do with a break from seeing him and Chrissy all close”

He chuckles, “okay, 4 it is”

*the next day*

You spend the day waiting for the final bell to ring so you can finally hang out with Steve, you and Steve haven’t hung out in a while, so you’re looking forward to today.

You and robin head to her locker to get her things for the last lesson, maths.

“Hey me and Steve are going to star court to roller skate, wanna come with?” You ask her

“Sorry i would but me and vickie are going bowling tonight”

“Oh yeah, you and vickieeee” you nudge her

“Shut up, we’re just friends” she laughs

“Yeah right, you know she likes you back why don’t you just ask her out already?”

“We’re just taking things slow, besides I don’t see you asking out Eddie anytime soon”

You playfully slap her arm as she laughs

“Shut up! I doubt that’s gonna happen, see how close him and Chrissy are now?”

“They’re probably just friends, besides you and Eddie have known each other so much longer”

“I know, but it just sucks. I love Chrissy don’t get me wrong, but he hasn’t been like this with any girl he knows”

“Just wait a bit, maybe it’ll die down?”

“Maybe”

You both head to maths and the period goes by slower than ever, then finally the bell rings and you and robin pack up

You part ways with her, wishing her good luck with vickie, as you head on your way to hellfire. You didn’t wanna see Chrissy and Eddie being all ‘lovey dovey’, but you were only gonna be there for 10 minutes before Steve came, so you didn’t mind

You got to hellfire and said hello to everyone, before Eddie came over to you.

“Hey Princess, haven’t seen you for a while, what you been up to?”

Eddie called you princess since middle school, it was just a nickname you gained after knowing him, you never thought anything of it until you started to gain feelings for him, now it gets your heart spinning whenever he says it.

“Not much, just been busy with schoolwork, anything going on with you?” You notice your tones colder than usual, you just hope he didn’t notice, he did

“Just been practicing a new song with the band, we got a few gigs with a bigger venue than usual” eddies band corroded coffin had been gaining a bit of popularity in the town with their new songs, you were proud of him, you just weren’t in the mood to show in right now

“That’s good, well I’ll see you at the table” you give him a small smile and head to talk to Dustin

Eddie looks at you, eyebrows furrowed, he knows something’s up with you, he just wants to know what.

10 minutes later they start the game, you tell them you’ll skip out on this one as you have to go in a minute, Chrissy isn’t here today so Eddie doesn’t stay close to her, instead he looks at you, a lot.

You hoped he didn’t notice your change in mood, but maybe he did?

All of a sudden the phone rings, “hello?” You say

“Hey, it’s Steve, I’m outside”

You smile, “I’ll see you in a minute” you end the call and gather your things

“I’ve got to go now, let me know who wins!” You begin to leave before Eddie pipes up

“Wait where are you going?” Eddie looks confused. Why weren’t you staying?

“I’m going to star court with Steve.”

Eddies face drops slightly

“Oh. Okay.”

You feel bad, Eddie looks kinda annoyed you’re ditching hellfire

“What are you guys doing there?” He asks, curious

“Well we’re gonna rollerskate, and probably get something to eat, maybe other stuff”

Eddie doesn’t want to even think about what ‘other stuff’ means, but he just shakes it off

“Kay, see you later”, Eddie looks down and continues setting up the game, the whole rooms silent as everyone can see eddies pissed.

“Well… I’ll get going now.” You walk away before things can get any more awkward.

You say bye to everyone else and walk towards Steve’s car.

He gets out to greet you and you wave

“Hey you ready to go?”

“Yeah, thanks for taking me out today, it could really help me”

“Of course, Eddie say anything when you mentioned you were hanging out wit me?”

You thought about eddies face, you couldn’t tell if he was mad you were ditching D&D or mad at something else, but you didn’t like it

“No, but he looked really annoyed at something, I don’t know” you get into his car without saying anything else, you end up missing Steve’s smirk.

*at starcourt*

“You’re gonna have to hold me I can barely skate” you laugh as you put on your skates

“Hey I’m not perfect either, we can both fall” Steve replies

You two get onto the rink and you almost immediately slip before Steve catches you

“Woah! Slow down, Jesus”

“Don’t you dare think about leaving me” you say as you link onto his arm

“Don’t worry. I won’t”

You two attempt to skate, a few falls here and there, mostly from you of course, but you two end up having loads of fun

You two go to bring back your skates and change into your shoes

“Wanna go to scoops? I have a friend who always gives me a small discount” he asks

“Okay, but I’m out of money”

“Don’t worry it’s on me”

You two head over to scoops and order your ice creams, you walk around the mall as you eat and talk

“So why exactly haven’t you told Eddie your feelings for him yet?” Steve asks you

“Why would I, he’s clearly not into me”

“You say that but you two have been friends since middle school, you’ve known each other that long and you’re gonna tell me he doesn’t like you like that?”

“Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean he likes me”

“Well he’s always been soft to you, and Eddie isn’t usually like that, he’s still not keen on me”

“He’ll warm up to you eventually” you say

You two decide to start heading home when you see a Photo Booth near the entrance

“Steve! Please can we take photos” you beg him

He laughs, “yeah sure, cmon”

You two get in the photo booth and take photos, you both exit the booth to look at the photos

One picture is you and Steve making a funny face, one is Steve with his arm over your shoulder, the other with your head on his shoulder.

You both take a copy and walk towards the car park.

You both hop in and Steve drives you home, you get to your house and he walks you to your door.

You hug him and say, “Thank you so much for today. I had loads of fun”

“Of course, we should do it more often, we don’t hang out enough considering we work together”you both laugh, he says bye to you and drives away

You go inside your house and smile, you managed to not think about Eddie once while you were with Steve.

*monday*

At lunch break, you head to your locker to sort it out before your next lesson, inside is a wall of photos you’ve collected with friends, a few of robin, Nancy and Chrissy, a group photo of hellfire, a photo of Eddie and you in middle school, and a photo of you two from a few months ago.

You realise you don’t have any of Steve, but you remember you have the photo from the Photo Booth inn your jacket. You take the photo out and decide to put it on the lockers wall. You grab a bit of bluetac, but before you hang it on someone approaches you.

“Hey princess” Eddie says behind you, making you jump

“Shit. You scared me” you chuckle before facing him

“What you doing?” He asks

“Just putting up a photo” you turn back to the locker to stick the bluetac on the back of the photo

“Who is it of?” He asks

“Steve and me”

You don’t see, but eddies smile drops

“Oh, from when you guys hung out?” His tone now serious

“Yeah, we went to a Photo Booth in Starcourt” you show him the picture, he eyes go to the picture of you having your head on his shoulder, and Eddie sees red.

“You guys are kinda close there” he points out

You notice his tone, but you ignore it. “Yeah, I thought it’d make a nice picture”

You hang up the picture next to the one of you and Eddie, which weirdly make eddies blood boil even more.

“So what’d you guys even talk about, aside from his ‘gel filled hair’ and his ‘good looks’” he does air quotes with his fingers as he says the words, his tone filled with something you can’t figure out

“What are you talking about?” You ask, starting to get a little annoyed

“Well the guys so obnoxious, I can’t imagine you guys had any fun with him talking about himself for the whole day”

You turned fully towards Eddie now, how could he talk about Steve like that?

“What the hell is wrong with you? Steve’s great and we had a really nice time yesterday just so you know. What are you jealous or something?” You ask with annoyance

Yeah. I am. The words hang on the tip of his tongue, but never come out.

“No. I just don’t think you should be hanging out with Mr. Everybody loves me” you start to walk away but Eddie follows you

“Yeah well I don’t see what my friendship with Steve has anything to do with you. Do you want me to butt in about you and Chrissy?” You say quickly, not even realising what you said

Eddie stops. What are you talking about?

“What do you mean, ‘you and Chrissy’ ?” He’s confused now, what did she have to do with this?

“Don’t act oblivious, I’ve seen the way you guys joke and laugh with each other, it’s fine it’s not got anything to do with me, but don’t go poking at my business with Steve when I could easily poke at your business with Chrissy”

You felt kind of bad talking about Chrissy like she wasn’t one of your best friends in the entire world, you didn’t feel hate towards her at all, you didn’t even feel hate towards Eddie. It was just all confusing.

“What ‘business’ with Chrissy? Last time I checked there was nothing going on between me and her”

“Really? You’re telling me the biggest rock lover I’ve ever met, who hates romcoms, agreed to go watch pretty in pink with the schools most popular cheerleader, just because he’s friends with her? Nothing more?”

“Yes. She wanted to get to know me better, so I suggested we go see a movie, I don’t see any problem with that”

You’re both now quiet, eventually you decide to give up. Eddies love life isn’t your business at the end of the day, all you could do now was rot in your room trying to get rid of your feelings for him.

“Okay, Fine. Do what you want. But you know Steve’s really great. You are too usually, when you’re not acting like an asshole.” You roll your eyes as you head over to your next class.

Eddie watches you as you leave, regret filling him as he goes over the words he said to you in his mind. He didn’t mean to make you mad, but what do you see in this guy? He’s been with loads of women before, how can you be sure he has good intentions.

*end of the school day*

As the day comes to an end Eddie makes it a mission to apologise to you, he felt like an idiot and didn’t mean to lash out at you. At the end of the day, Steve treats you well, and anyone who does is alright in his book. But why him?

What did Steve have that he didn’t? He had only known you for two years, eddies known you for almost all his life. He should be the one whose shoulder you have your head on. He should be the one taking you out for ice cream. He should be the one making you laugh.

Eddie goes and waits outside the school doors, remembering exactly where you go to after school

he lights up a cigarette, after a few minutes he hears your voice and looks behind him

You’re talking to robin as you two walk past him, he gets rid of his cigarette and walks towards you

“Heyyy ladies how are we” he puts one arm each on your guys shoulders

“What do you want?” You ask

“What I can’t say hello to you absolute rockstars?”

Robin looks to you and rolls her eyes, to which you laugh

“I’m gonna head home so I’ll see you guys monday” she smiled and heads off

“So princess you got anything planned tonight?”

“Eddie what are you doing?” You stop to turn to him

“Alright alright, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier, i just want you to be careful, you know better than I do that Harringtons an ass”

“He’s not, you just won’t bother to get to know him, but I’m not pissed at that, I’m pissed that you’ve been blatantly ignoring me for weeks and all of a sudden the moment you find out I have another guy friend you act like you own me?”

“I know I know, I don’t know why I acted like that, I just don’t want us to be weird with each-other. But, I didn’t realise you felt ignored, I’m sorry, me and Chrissy are just friends, and I promise I won’t make you feel like that again”

You look at Eddie, knowing he’s being sincere. “Thank you, and I’m sorry I shouldn’t be annoyed about you and Chrissy, I’m glad you two are friends”

Eddie stares at you, not even realising he was, but before anything else can be said, your name is heard

“Y/n!! You coming?” You both turn to find Steve in his car, ignoring everyone staring at where the noise came from

You give him a nod, but when you turn to Eddie he’s confused

“Oh, are you two hanging out?”

You respond, “oh no, he’s just dropping me off home”

Eddie nods slowly, “oh okay, well uh I’ll see you Monday then?”

You smile at him “see you Monday”

He watches as you walk away and get into Steve’s car, he doesn’t miss the way Steve stares daggers at him

He knows he’s fucked up. He wants to tell you that he thinks nothing of Chrissy. That they’re just friends. He didn’t even see you in that way before Steve came into the picture. he tells himself, which anyone can see is a big lie, because he’s liked you for years

He shifts himself from the spot he’s stood in, already thinking of ways to gain the confidence to tell you how he feels

eddies ending ⇦

steves ending ⇦

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thought I’d make different endings in case some thought reader should end up with Steve ♡︎

[moon-ttokki-x]

hiiii! i know you’re probably rlly busy with requests but i had an ideaaa

9th member reader who is in a secret relationship with jeongin and the other members are slowly like catching them doing couple-y things or something along the lines of that??

sorry if i didn’t word it right 😭

hihi~ i liked this idea but i wasn't sure how to set it all out... i wanted it to be short and sweet, don't know if i succeeded >< glad i got an innie request, he needed more fics . i just did the members catching on after a short while to make it simpler . here you goooo~~

that's true - (secret bf!yang jeongin x reader)

pairing: secret bf!yang jeongin x reader

summary: when the rest of skz finds out you and jeongin are dating, how will they react?

genre: fluffy to the max, idol! au, skz little shit strong agenda, slightly suggestive, this has no plotline whatsoever i'm sorry

a/n: div by @mikeykuns

skz masterlist

Jeongin groans as he stretches himself out on the bed, almost vibrating with the force of his extension. He bangs his fist on the headboard and you laugh as he whines, burrowing into the sheets.

"Don't laugh," he mutters, though a fond smile graces his fox-like features. "It's been so long since I had a night off."

You nod sympathetically and flop down on the sheets next to him. "Feels strange to not be rushing you off anywhere. You know, since you're always late-"

"No, I'm not!" He interrupts indignantly, sending you into a fit of giggles. "I just forget how quickly time passes sometimes. And at least I have you to tell me when I have stuff to do."

Jeongin's room is dark, the only source of light coming from the pinkish-gold glow of the triangular LEDs above his bed. They're exactly the same as the ones in Chan's bedroom, and not for the first time do you fight the urge to coddle Jeongin for his love of matching items.

You're both sprawled out silently on his bed, the spread ruffled and messy, and Jeongin's eyes are fixed on the closed and locked door. You know it's because he's afraid Chan will try to come in; none of the boys know you're dating each other yet, and you try and shake off the feeling that you're doing something wrong.

After all, you were their ninth member; some would call it a workplace romance, others a scandal. The youngest member of a kpop boy group and a newly added ninth member falling for each other was definitely something that the press would have loved to sink their teeth into. But you've managed to keep it a secret from seven of the nosiest people on earth, so you render the relationship secret and safe for the time being.

And, no matter how anyone else saw it, you thought it fate. Ending up with Jeongin was the best outcome in your view, with you always feeling so loved and warm around him, a bit like a cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter's day. You never went unappreciated, and in turn, he'd dedicated himself with even more fervor to his responsibilities, flushed with energy that came directly from your love. You couldn't have been any prouder.

Keeping it a secret, though, had come with its challenges; you often felt like a spy, having to run rings around the boys and duck out of sight whenever one of them appeared. You felt bad for a little while before realising that it was probably for the best; they would have a field day teasing their maknae if they found out you were dating.

You brush those thoughts aside momentarily as you look across to where your lover is silently staring up at the ceiling, no doubt relishing the quiet comfort of a night in, with no duties or events to rush off to.

"Innie," you say softly.

He responds with a quiet hum, eyes closed.

He must be exhausted, you think. The group had such a busy day; Chan had stayed late at the studio to finish yet another song track, so you'd taken the opportunity to be with Jeongin while you could.

You lean up on one elbow and survey his face; bare, the tiny marks and scars on his skin making him look more beautiful than any cosmetic ever could. You lightly touch the little scar on his jawbone, feeling the slightly raised scar tissue, the dry smoothness of the skin around it, so delicate where the hair starts to grow in tiny, soft waves.

His hair is messy, splayed out against the sheets, a bit like when he wakes up and looks a bit like a lion, his hair sticking out in all directions. You hope against hope that none of the boys will try to burst in and interrupt this precious, silent moment between you.

He's almost fast asleep already, so you lean down and press a chaste kiss to his slightly chapped lips, stroking the soft hair out of his face. Laying down next to him, you peek up to check the door is locked before falling into a heavy, inviting sleep.

.

The second you wake up, you throw off Jeongin's arm, which is laying heavily across your middle. Checking the time, you smooth back your hair and shake the fox-like boy awake.

"Innie," you hiss. "Chan will be back by now. Wake up."

"Oof," he responds.

You sigh and quickly straighten out your appearance in the mirror, slipping on your jacket and then tiptoeing to the door to check for noises. This isn't the first time you've had to sneak out of his room. Hearing nothing, you sigh and soak in the welcoming sunlight streaming from the window, before moving to shake Jeongin awake once more.

"Innie, come on."

"I'm up, I'm up," he groans. "Chan-hyung will probably still be at the studio... he always works til the morning..."

"I gotta go, then," you say, checking your watch. Ten minutes til you have to head down to the studio for a Tiktok video filming. "See you later."

You can barely hear his sad, murmured goodbye as you head out the door.

.

"Sleep well, Y/n?" Felix asks as he runs through the dance steps again.

You nod, side-eyeing him in suspicion. Does he know about you and Jeongin? "Yeah, thanks. I fell asleep in Jeongin's room."

"Not the first time you've done that," Hyunjin laughs. It's no secret that you would often head to the Jeongchan dorm for some better shut-eye; somehow, being in Jeongin's room always helped. And it was the perfect excuse to be with him too, away from prying eyes and unwanted interruptions.

You've all been at the studio for around two hours now; the boys are beginning to get tired of rehearsing the comeback routines, but after an insistent Seungmin begging for a break, Chan finally gives in and allows the boys and you a moment of respite.

You sigh and flop down against the wall, eyes tracking Jeongin across the room. He's taking swigs of water and fanning himself; no doubt sweaty from the dance exertion.

"Y/n," Chan says from above you.

"Hey," you say, not bothering to look at him. "Need something?"

"Actually, yes," he moves to sit down next to you, stretching out his legs in front of him. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

You turn to look at him them, expression betraying nothing. "No," you say cautiously. "Why?"

He holds up your phone between two fingers, an eyebrow raised in a pointed expression. Hyunjin and Jisung snicker from behind one of the couches lining the back wall.

"Where'd you find that?" You glower at him, knowing you've been caught.

He chuckles. "Wasn't a secret, Y/n. You slept in Jeongin's room last night, didn't you?"

You shrug, holding onto a shred of hope that he somehow still doesn't know. "So? I fall asleep there all the time."

"Seems a little strange considering the fact you have a perfectly good dorm of your own," he replies without missing a beat. "Minho and Jisung hardly see you anymore. Your shelves in your room are dusty as hell at this point. Why Jeongin's room?"

You shrug, looking at your faraway reflection in the mirrors. "He's my friend, and it's easier to sleep when he's near me."

"Right," Chan drawls, tossing your phone onto your lap. "Because it's perfectly normal for you and Jeongin, friends, to be sleeping in the same room, on the same bed."

"So? You and Felix do the same thing."

Chan makes an exasperated noise. "Just admit you're dating each other. I already got Jeongin to spill."

You choke on your tongue then, spluttering in disbelief. Hyunjin dissolves into cackles. "What?"

"Yep," he replies, remorseless. "Made him admit it without trying. It wasn't hard when he's always looking at you so lovestruck."

You scoff and look away. "It's none of your business anyhow."

Chan puts a hand on your shoulder as Jisung makes a dirty comment in the background. "It's okay if you're dating him, Y/n. Just- there are some things that shouldn't get too public, you know? For safety reasons."

You sit up, indignant. "But we're keeping it quiet, I swear. None of you even knew til a week ago."

He nods just as you shoot an accusatory glare at Jeongin across the room, silently betrayed. "That's true, Y/n, but just be careful. Congratulations, anyway."

You sigh just as Jeongin sheepishly comes over, bowing half-heartedly to you as he settles against your legs. "Sorry, Y/nnie."

"It's okay," you whisper. "They were gonna find out anyway."

"Chan-hyung is a detective," he says honestly. You laugh and stroke his slightly damp hair.

"Oh, and just a note," Chan coughs awkwardly. "Jisung overheard me telling Felix about it and now the whole group knows..."

"Took you two lovebirds long enough," Minho calls snidely from the other side of the room, Seungmin snickering beside him.

Hyunjin interrupts. "How long have you two been dating in secret anyway?"

You look up at the ceiling, thinking. "Maybe two months?"

"Two months!" He screeches, flailing and almost hitting Changbin in the face.

"Get them married already," Jisung rolls his eyes, giggling.

You groan and bury your face in your hands, fighting a smile.

"We kinda asked for the teasing, to be honest," Jeongin whispers.

"Yeah," you say, resigned and affectionate. "That's true."

a/n: my sweet sweet innie

[forsaken-headcanons]

I've been saving a very long list since the ask boxes were closed

-Guest 666's body is 99% fluff

-Mafioso still watches MLP

-Mafioso is the kinda person who touches their face a lot, he hates having facial hair because it gets in the way of touching plus sensory issues, feels too weird

-Chance likes DND because of the dice and rolling randomly for every action to determine the outcome

-you know the one post of the cat in a shark hat saying they got it for the cat because it kept biting? That but 007n7 getting C00lkidd a shark onesie

-guest 1337 likes shadowboxing idk how to explain it

-Jason is the most aroace of all aroace to exist, the walking definition

-Objectum C00lkidd, not in a weird or fetish way, he just loves his toys in a very different way than most people (totally not projecting about my childhood toy sword)

-After Forsaken Elliot just blacklists everyone from the pizza place, all killers, all survivors, all NPCs

-C00lkidd catches birds with his bare hands and lets them go inside the house/school/builder brothers pizza

-Taph reads an expiration date and sees that something is several years expired but still eats it then wonders why his stomach hurts

-iTrapped has serious beef with Spade for no reason, it's very one-sided (since Spade is literally a rabbit)

-Noob and iTrapped are distant cousins, they haven't met though

-I don't remember if I sent in this one already or not, it would have been a while ago if I did, the specter subtly influenced how the people who were Forsakened from dying ended up dead. An example being how iTrapped had already been planning to kill Chance for a while but kept watching his plans fall apart so the specter influenced him to just kill him with the sword instead of trying to make it look like an accident or causing C00lkidd to become much more violent than usual and killing both Noob and Elliot

-Spade is registered as an emotional support animal

-Shed is never invited to movie night because he always complains through the entire thing and nit-picks even the smallest details

-1x1x1x1 has old person hobbies like crochet and feeding pigeons

-idk if there's a cannon way 1x1x1x1 got forsakend yet but if not here's my head cannon. So she used to look like the actual 1x account, white and green, round head, bald, etc. He got an injury playing around with Shesletsky's venomshank but didn't want to tell Shed about it since they didn't feel like getting scolded for doing something dumb and hid it. The injery became infected and caused him to become really ill, slowly changing her physical appearance to the current 1x look but also becoming fatally ill from it so the specter snatched up their soul as he was dying as specter does with everyone else

-I don't like that everyone characterizes Elliot as this kinda petty and mean dude when the source Elliot (that's what I call the original/work at a pizza place mascot version) is just this big sweetheart who's honestly too friendly so instead of having him being this always tired and angry dude I headcannon that he's basically the Bret (from inside job) of the group, he's way too happy about going along with whatever the others want, he just doesn't feel safe around 007n7 so he distances himself. He's not trying to outcast him or be actively harmful, he just wants to stay away after the trauma 7n7 caused him, the other survivors just took it too far in outcasting him

-Bluudud has really cold breath, idk how to explain it, but like normally breath is warm but his is really cold when he breathes out. You know how in winter when it's cold enough you breathe out steam, he does that in the summer instead since his mouth is cold and the air is warm. This was kinda a crappy explanation but it's the best way I could think of it

-for robloxians aging is voluntary, they can choose to stay young forever or get older, that's why most people look the same or at least very similar to the past, they choose whether or not to get older and they can even choose to get younger if they want

-1x1x1x1 acting like a bird is one of my favorite headcannons, he builds nests and leaves them everywhere, there's at least 3 in his room alone and many more around the killers cabins, she even puts them in the other killers rooms

-TwoTime has never seen a car before, if they were to see one they would immediately be terrified

-C00lkidd has chronic pain and doesn't even realize, he thinks it's normal to wake up feeling like your bones and muscle just don't work for the first 5-10ish minutes of being awake

-C00lkidd is in special education, he's a bit more independent than other students but he has a really hard time with regular classes

-Chance laughs really loud, like loud enough to get him kicked out of public places for being too loud

-1x1x1x1 talks to Shedletsky the same way Nicole (class of 09) talks to her mom

-1x1x1x1 can't read

-you know how in Steven Universe blue diamond can make other gems cry just by being there? Well 1x1x1x1 has a similar effect of survivors but anger, whenever they're near him they feel an overwhelming sense of hatred for their situations and sometimes even each other

-1x1x1x1 has episodes of age regression, often acting even younger than C00lkidd

(idk why so many of these have been about 1x1x1x1)

-C00lkidd is the one child who has a crush of the week, it's someone different every couple of days. He will just randomly choose one of the survivors (besides his dad obviously) to be that person. This is obviously not in a proship way, just a silly kid choosing a random person every so often to target next round lol

Strange green bug anon 🙃

oh my god chance liking dnd is so fucking real. he'd play himself in every campaign TRUST

the objectum part for c00lkidd is so real holy shit?? hell yeah. yoinking some o these teehee. also punching shed bc those kinds of people in movie nights are NOT fun grrr /silly

[superbatsbison]

Bruce dating trans man Reader

You guys met early in your transition.

You were hesitant to go out with him because you didn't know how he'd react.

Baby, he already knew before he decided to pursue you.

Bruce would constantly reassure you that he was dating you man to man.

Before he ever touched you somewhere or called you a term of endearment, he'd ask if it was okay.

He made sure to always respect your boundaries and give you what you needed.

When it was time to meet Alfred, you were scared of what he would think.

He was older and Bruce's father figure, so you imagined a lot of bad outcomes.

However, he just smiled and assured you that he had met many trans people over his lifetime.

And he has a fruit cup of a son *points in Bruces direction* so the whole lgbt thing isn't exactly new.

Over the years, your relationship progressed, and you also progressed in your transition.

You made the decision to start testosterone and get top surgery.

Bruce made sure you had the best doctors and surgeons in the world (literally) at your disposal.

As your voice got deeper, he'd be sure to praise the beautiful sound.

His favorite thing would be making you moan low in his ear.

He loved how sensitive you got as a result of testosterone and bottom growth.

Needless to say, he kept you in the bedroom whenever he could.

Other than railing you into the mattress, though 🤚🏼

He also likes to help you in other ways.

You two would often train together down in the cave.

It's an outlet to deal with the effects of testosterone and also helps you bulk up.

Bruce mainly likes the view of his sweaty boyfriend in a tank top and shorts.

Another favorite activity of his is going shopping with you for events.

He insists you both can't wear the same suit twice, but really, he just likes to watch you try them on and get fitted.

God forbid you wear a button up with the sleeves rolled to your elbow because you WILL get mauled by that 6'2 behemoth. 🙏🏼

Speaking of galas, though, Bruce is always acting like your glorified guard dog at said events.

They're mostly populated with old rich people, so you're bound to get a snarky comment from time to time.

Either about you being trans or you and Bruce being a gay couple.

It doesn't really bother you anymore because you're very self-confident.

Bruce is next to you vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass, though.

He makes sure they're near tears by the time he's done chewing them out.

Then, they're permanently blacklisted from every upper echelon event in Gotham.

It only gets worse when the kids start coming along.

Soon, your lone guard dog turns into an entire pack.

The kids didn't need much explaining on the matter.

Except maybe Cass and Damian.

After they got the basics down, though, they were fully supportive.

You're their dad. You've given them unconditional love and support.

Obviously, they'll do the same.

It makes you very emotional to look at the family you've created.

In your early twenties you felt so alone and aimless.

Unsure if you would ever even live the life you wanted.

But now you have a loving husband and amazing children.

All while being the man you were always meant to be.