#in fact this doesn't explain anything but... it's a try and to be honest I'm too stupid to find a real explanation

[acrazybayernfan]

Mullendowski 👀

As we say in French, "choses promises, choses dues" (things promised, things due). So here we go :

What hapenned in 2016/2017 ?

This season has always fascinated me and intrigued me in a particular way, because it is the season which marked the end of Thomas as a goal scorer and the beginning of Thomas as a goal provider, which means the end of them as a duo of strikers and the beginning of them as a striker and his “assist man” duo. 

Thomas - in an interview at the end of the 2015/16 season- when asked if Lewy and him were a duo has answered that: “You always take the two who’ve scored the more goals, that’s the duo. If Philipp Lahm were to have the second most goals, then Lewy and Philipp Lahm would be the strike duo.” For me this means that, so far, they were playing along side each other but not together, they were helping each other but they were not codependent of each other like they will be in the future. And this is, in a certain way, confirmed by the heat maps of both during this season, in which they’re standing rather far from each other. Thomas being mainly on the right side and Robert both in the surface and lower in the midfield.

So, what changed the next season? First of all, something happened to Thomas between May and August 2016. What? I don’t know (apart from the euros, and the missed penalty against Atletico, which could have been two major mental blows for him, maybe) and I think that we will never know unless if he speaks about it. Or perhaps that nothing happened and that somehow this evolution was natural. But, no matter what is the cause, the fact is that Thomas almost stopped scoring goals since that time. He was trying but it wasn’t working (with an average of 2,3 attempts per game which is lower than the 3 attempts per match of 2015/16 but higher than the 1,4 of 2020/21 and exactly similar to the 2013/14 season). Interestingly this didn’t affect is position on the pitch very much.

But Thomas isn’t the only one who changed, Robert did too. His position on the pitch was lower, with almost no presence of him in the box, his heat maps almost matching the ones of a midfielder. And he suffered from a lack of efficiency during this first part of the season too (with five consecutive games without scoring). Was it an order from Carlo? Was it just the only way for him to get the ball? I don’t know. 

The first assist from Thomas to Robert in the Bundesliga happened in a game against Hamburg in Febuary 2014, and I consider this game as the beginning of their collaboration. Two years later, in Febuary 2017, in a game against Hamburg, we saw the beginning of their renaissance and their new form of partnership. Robert scored three goals, Thomas delivered three assists, Bayern won 8-0. But most importantly Robert is back into the box and Thomas left his right wing to play closer to him. 

This worked during four games, then Thomas injured himself, then Lewy injured himself too. This new way of things had one last moment of glory against Wolfburg and then the elimination against the Real Madrid gave an anticipated end to this season.

In this complicated season, the main point is that Robert was the answer to Thomas and the other way around. 

Thanks to Robert, Thomas has fond a new goal for his career, a new purpose and a new way of playing. Instead of using the spaces created by the others, he started to create space for them, instead of running into the spots were there was space, he started to pass the ball toward those places, instead of scoring goals he dedicated himself to making Robert score (or someone else but mainly him). 

Thanks to Thomas, Robert was able to return to his role of striker, he was able to get the ball without having to look for it at the other end of the pitch, and he was also able to be a lot more implicated in the game, and to touch the ball a lot more. In one word he was able to play again. 

Perhaps that before this season, each of them was a more complete player individually, able to do more various things, but they were two, both of them of bit of this and a bit of that whether from now they will be everything to the condition that they’re together, forming, by their association, one complete and perfect entity. Robert was here to score the goals Thomas couldn’t score anymore, and Thomas was here to make sure that Robert would never be isolated and helpless anymore. 

[norrisleclercf1]

Secret, Secret

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Riccardio!Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Pregnancy talks, breastfeeding talks, nothing to bad honest;y, fluff, uncle Daniel, dad Lance, etc.

Words: 2.1K

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Hello. I’m not sure if you take requests for Lance Stroll if you don’t please pick another driver of your choice but please could I request Lance Stroll x Wife fem reader where they were the paddock ‘it’ couple but after the summer break Lance started going to races on his own and everyone thinks they have split up, when the Canada gp arrives they appear in the paddock together married and with twins and everyone finds out ect and the drives meet their baby’s (uncle Danny🥹) 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you so much I hope that all makes sense😅

"Where's Y/n?" Fernando asks, noticing your absence the moment Lance steps into the paddock.

Lance looks over and smiles, wanting to explain why but keeping it to himself.

"Didn't feel like coming." Lance shrugs, but Fernando doesn't buy it yet and chooses not to say anything else.

The media went crazy that weekend. The rumors circled; vultures were trying to pick at the leftovers of what couldn've gone wrong. Lance ignored them, but when asked why you weren't at the races anymore, he couldn't say. People started to say you got a divorce, but Lance's fans refused to accept it. The two of you, together, became the paddocks "it" couple very quickly.

"Did you two get a divorce and not tell me? Because that's just mean." Daniel whines one day, making Lance laugh at Daniel's whine.

"Daniel, Y/n needed a break, and I agreed with her. So, stop thinking we divorced." Lance snaps slightly, annoyed with the constant questions about it.

"Hey, I'm sorry, she just hasn't been answering my texts, and I'm worried," Daniel admits making Lance sigh and pat his shoulder. "She'll be back for the Canadian GP." Lance walks off, leaving Daniel smiling, missing his sister.

Daniel pulls out his phone and texts you, asking if you've been okay. He hasn't seen you in almost a year, dealing with everything that has happened at Mclaren and you moving to a new house. You both have been so busy, and he wished he knew more about his sister than the media.

Daniel: Please tell me you and Lance are still together? If he did something, I'd ask Max to crash him!

Y/N: Daniel!! DO not HURT my husband!!! I'm fine. We're doing great. Please wait until the Canadian GP. I promise you'll be thrilled with why I've been gone!"

Daniel: Hurry up, Canadian GP. I love you. Text me if you need me.

Y/N: I will. I love you too, Danny!

You sigh, hating that you were lying to your brother. The both of you are so close, and the fact that you haven't seen him in a year has been brutal. When you found out you were pregnant was the most incredible day of your life. Telling Lance was the second best. He had cried while he hugged you and promised to always protect you and your baby. The 3rd best day was finding out you were having twins. Finding that out, you and Lance had a serious conversation that night. Tell the world you were pregnant, or hide it from everyone.

It was the second choice. After research, you found that twin pregnancies were at risk, and you wanted to be safe and keep it quiet to have an easy and relaxed pregnancy. It wasn't, but it was a relatively healthy pregnancy, and 3 months ago, you gave birth to a boy and a girl. It was the 2nd time Lance had cried, and it was holding his babies.

Phone beeping, you pick it up and see it's Lance wanting to video chat with you.

"Hello, my gorgeous wife. Are you okay?" He asks the moment you hit accept.

"Daniel keeps asking me if we're divorced. But I've told him to hold off until the Canadian GP. Hopefully, he doesn't show up to the house." You joke, but you seriously considered that your brother could visit your home.

"Nah, he won't show up unless he really thinks something is wrong." Lance looks around before his end shakes as he moves somewhere else.

"Hey? How are our babies?" He asks, being careful to not say it too loud.

"Perfect. They're napping right now. Want to see?" You ask even though you know what his answer would be.

Moving across the house, you head up to the twins' nursey, slowly open the door, and show them to Lance.

"My sweet babies. Are they doing okay? You know you could always call Mom or Chole, hell, even Scotty, to come and help you." Lance spouts off, making you giggle at his worry.

"Lance, honey. I'm okay, really. We're doing fine. Besides, you'll be home soon." You try to squash his worry, but he just groans, rubbing his head.

"I hate being away from you 3 so soon after. Let me know if you need help. I'm serious." Lance urges as you just smile and nod, walking out of the nursery and letting the twins get some more sleep.

"Lance, I love you. I'll see you soon." You whisper, watching his dazzling smile as he repeats the words and hangs up.

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"I'm so glad it's the Canadian GP already." Lance cheers, making your little girl Eleanor gurgle as her father kisses her cheeks.

"Lance, be careful. You're going to scare Casper." Sighing, you pick up your boy.

Casper was a sweet boy who was shy and kept to himself. Eleanor was your outgoing and curious daughter who loved anything and everyone. It always made you laugh watching how they interacted with one another.

"Sorry." Lance laughs, watching as Casper cuddles into you.

"You ready?" You ask Lance as he bounces slightly to keep Eleanor calm for as long as possible.

"Of course, and we're going to be protected, and everyone is going to respect your wishes when you give them out. But Danny can finally give me peace." You laugh, packing up the car with your stroller and diaper bag.

Lance helps put the babies in the car seats and watches you double-check everything.

"Hey, we've got everything." Grabbing your hand, you sigh as you nod in agreement.

"I know." Lance smiles and pulls you over, kissing you gently. "Let's go." You smile before kissing him again as you climb into the passenger side.

Pulling up to the paddock parking, you take a deep breath calming yourself. Grabbing your hand, Lance pulls it up and kisses your wedding ring in a way that comforts you. To always remind you that both of you are in this together.

You don't get the chance to get out before Fernando pops up next to your window, a little scream at him suddenly popping up.

"Damn, Fernando, give her a chance to get out of the car." Lance groans, but the Spaniard laughs as you open the car door.

"Oh, I have missed you!" Fernando laughs, hugging you tightly, hugging him back just as tight.

"Why haven't you been around for almost a year. It hurt us." The man whines as Lance opens the side door, and the Aston Martin driver sees the reason.

"Twins?" He asks in awe, then looks back at you. "Does Daniel know?" You shake your head, giving him your answer.

"Hermana. Why didn't you tell us? You could've supported you." Fernando sighs and hugs you again as you try not to cry already.

"We thought it'd be best, Fernando. The press, fans, everything. We decided not to tell anyone when we found out she was pregnant with twins. Her parents and mine know, but Scotty and Chole found out 2 weeks ago. And today, we tell everyone and you guys." Lance explains, pulling out Casper, who whines and buries himself into his fathers' hold.

"Want to hold Eleanor? She is more welcoming to strangers than Casper." Fernando smiles and holds his arms out as Eleanor is placed gently.

"She's gorgeous." He whispers and automatically starts swaying side to side as she wakes from her little sleep.

Opening her eyes, she stares at Fernando, who smiles, pulling her closer.

"I'll destroy anyone who thinks they can hurt you." He says sweetly, making you laugh and grab Eleanor, who gurgles and shakes her hands before settling down in your hold.

"I'll see you inside, yes? If anyone gives you trouble, let me know." Fernando kisses your temple before patting Lance on the back, whispering something in his ear that has Lance laugh and turn red.

"What did he say?" You ask, grabbing the stroller and placing the diaper bag in the bottom.

"Don't worry about it." Lance shakes his head, but you don't.

"Lance." Your husband sighs and moves closer to you so no one else hears.

"He said I must have magic balls to get you knocked up with twins the first time." You laugh, making Casper jump and whine, having Lance comfort him immediately.

"Shhh, Mommy, that was mean." Lance teases, but you roll your eyes, heading to the entrance.

Scanning in, people notice you two and start taking pictures. Thankfully no one comes up close and in your space. They keep their distance as they take picture after picture.

"Shut the fuck up!" Lance laughs as he gets stopped by Mick and Esteban, who stand there shocked, seeing their best friend and his wife holding two babies.

"Hey, language." You tease, but Esteban waves you off as he approaches Lance.

"Who is this little guy?" Esteban asks, being very careful to not startle the baby.

"This is Casper." Lance turns Casper slightly, who just sleeps peacefully in his father's arms.

"God, Lance, he looks just like you." Esteban laughs as Mick watches Eleanor look around.

"Twins, each just like you." Mick smiles, sticking a finger out. Eleanor grabs it and puts it in he mouth.

"Eleanor, no." Mick laughs as he watches you pull his finger out of her daughter's mouth, telling you his hands are clean.

"I know, but still, she's young." Mick nods in understanding the 4 of you talking as they coo over the babies.

"Lance, we should get going. I'm going to have to feed them soon." Lance nods as Mick and Esteban say bye but tell you they're coming to spend time with the babies after the race.

Getting to the Hospitality suite Lance, gets you settled, everyone being respectful, waving, and not bothering you too much.

"See, we're okay." Lance kisses the side of your head as you bottle-feed the babies.

Breastfeeding was rough initially, and you decided to bottle feed as it would give each twin the nutrients they need rather than running low and worrying about it.

"I know-" You get cut off when Lance's media manager pops up.

"I tried to stop him, but, yeah, sorry." They disappear and are soon replaced with your brother, who stops seeing the four of you.

"Danny." You sigh, but he just holds his hand up and walks closer, taking in the sight of the twins.

"You were pregnant with twins, gave birth, and you didn't tell me?" He asks, sitting down next to you and touching Eleanor's cheek.

"Danny, we wanted the pregnancy to be as easy as possible, I wanted to tell you, but we thought this way was best." You explain, but Daniel laughs, tears in his eyes as he hugs you.

"Oh god, they're gorgeous." He cries as you lean into his hug, crying with him.

"Can I hold them?" He asks Lance smiling as he slowly puts Casper in his Uncle's arms. With breaths held, you waited for Casper to start crying. Instead, he snuggles into Daniel's chest.

"He loves you." You whisper, watching his hands cradle Casper closer as the little boy moves closer, trying to bury a hole for himself.

"Well, duh, I'm his Uncle." He sticks his tongue out at you, but Lance shakes his head no.

"Daniel, he hates being held by anyone but us. This...this is big for him." Lance smiles, wanting to cry at the fact that someone else can hold his son now.

"Hah! Suck on that, Scotty. I really am the favorite Uncle." Snorting at your brother's childish behavior, you watch the two interact.

"I call babysitting duties." "Deal!" Lance and you shout, making Daniel look up, shocked at your sudden acceptance.

"Wow, guess mommy and daddy need some private time," Daniel whispers to Casper, but you don't disagree with the statement.

"Hey? What's their names?" Daniel asks, making you both smile.

"You're holding, Casper Daniel Stroll. And this is Eleanor Claire-Ann Stroll." Lance announces, watching fresh tears fall down Daniel's eyes.

"No wonder he likes me. We have the same name." He chokes out, holding the boy closer, who just whined before closing his eyes.

"I'm keeping him." Daniel nods as you just sigh, but Lance takes it seriously.

"Like hell, you will." Daniel sticks his tongue out and shields Casper from Lance's hands.

"Off, you knocked my sister up. Give me this." Lance rolls his eyes and then smirks.

"Dude, you're holding my sperm. Really want to keep it?" Lance asks, having Daniel look down at his nephew.

"Take him back." You laugh as Daniel shivers at the thought.

Looking around, you smile at your husband and brother fighting over your little boy; looking down at Eleanor, you kiss her little forehead.

"You're both so loved." Smiling at your little family.

[spaghettitm]

I WANNA GIVE YOU SOMETHING FUN! maybe Charlie and Pim both having a crush on the reader? And different routes if the reader chooses one of them or both? (This is kind of an excuse to get Charlie and Pim headcanons 😵)

AHHHHHHH YES OH MY GOD . Excuse the fact that it kind of seems like a shitty Wattpad story from 2020, my sincere apologies

Also pretty sure this is my longest one I've written... lucky you!

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• You got the job right after Halloween, you had hit it off with Mr. Boss and he offered you a spot at the smiling friends!

• your first day was smooth, everyone was nice. The job was simple, just make people smile! This would become a challenge the more jobs you did, but for now it was easy.

• You got along well with everyone, especially the other two people who went out with you on the job—Pim and Charlie

• They both had their pros and cons; Charlie was funny but could be rude and moody now and then. While Pim was super sweet and fun to be around, he was a bit overwelming at times.

• as the weeks passed you grew closer to the two. But.. they started treating you differently.

• it was painfully obvious that they both caught feelings for you

• Charlie would show up on time just to say good morning first, and Pim would bring you coffee every morning

• at first you thought that it was just them being nice

•after a while of you being blissfully unaware, Alan comes to you at closing hour and explains what's going on.

🪤 : “ I could be wrong, but I'm pre-tty sure that Pim and Charlie are having some sort of crush battle over you. ”

🫵 : “ Oh... that would explain alot... ”

• you weren't upset by any means. It boosted your ego!

• if you where being honest with yourself, you thought they where both pretty cute.

If you chose Pim

• you talk to him after work one day

🫵 : “ Hey, Pim. Are you busy at the moment?”

🩷 : “ Oh? Not at all, no! I'm just heading home! ”

🫵 : “ I was wondering if you wanted to ... Go on a date with me or something? ”

• Pim's face gets bright red, and he doesn't know how to respond. He stared with his big round eyes for a long while.

• he felt as if he was about to puke that's how excited he was. Oh wait. He did puke.

🫵 : “ Oh jeez Pim, are you alright? ”

🩷 : “ Yea!! I'm alright haha!! Um, I would love to go on a date with you!! ”

• he nervously goes to grab some paper towels from the counter

🫵 : “ Is tonight alright? Or is that too early? ”

• he looked as if he was going to pass out

🩷 : “ of course! Let's meet at um. Spaghetti Taco! I'll pay for the whole thing!! ”

🫵 : “ Great, see you there ”

If you chose Charlie

• on the way home from a task Mr. Boss set you and Charlie up for, you started the conversation

🫵 : “Hey, are you busy this Saturday?”

🪓 : “ uhhhh... I don't think so? ”

🫵 : “ oh okay, good. I was wondering if you wanted to go out and eat or something with me. ”

• he looked up from his phone

🪓 : “ Like a date? ”

🫵 : “ Sure, like a date. ”

• He gained a orange blush around his nose and cheeks

🪓 : “ I-I mean, ha. Sure. I'd be down. ”

• he stammered, looking back down at his phone. He was trying to avoid eye contact

🫵 : “ great, do you know any good places? ”

🪓 : “ it's not really fancy or anything but I know this awesome burger place, Salty's

[ooffmlsorry]

Bringing Law Home for a Family Holiday

Readers' Note: Reader has a large and generally good but overbearing family. Only happy things in this, little to no angst!

A/N: Every holiday I get struck with the desire to write my latest blorbo coming home with their s/o for the holidays. I don't have time to crack out 10-15k words so this is probs gonna be more stream of consciousness but it'll get the point across.

I've been imagining how tense the travel to Law's s/o's house is because God forbid y'all be late because Law wants to make a good impression no matter how many times you explain it's a very loose 4 p.m. arrival time.

You've been dating for long enough that you think it's reasonable for him to meet your family (that was enough to make Law's heart flutter and then start hammering...could it be you're just as serious about him as he is about you?)

"My aunt showed up at noon and my cousin's probably not going to be here until after dark, really it's fine!" You'd insist. "Besides, the people that show up on time are the ones that end up having to go back out because someone forgot something!"

And of course Law would say "that's fine." With a such a stubborn and determined tone. Being on time or a few minutes early is better than being late! Suddenly your man is a rule follower! 🤭Suddenly you can picture Law as he was a kid studious and button-ed up in his little doctor's uniform. It's almost kind of cute if he wasn't so nervous.

The closest thing to family Law has is Bepo, Shachi and Penguin. Not since the Donquixote family has Law had anything to do with that word and he's so nervous he feels sick. For Law this translate to acting like he has the world's biggest cactus shoved up his ass, and you know that so you try not to take his coolness personally.

Holding his hand helps a little though. You ignore how shaky and sweaty it is.

He's feeling a lot of big feelings right now, poor guy.

He insisted on you giving him a "family tree" when he realized how big your family is and a list of things not to accidentally mention or do. He's been studying it for days, re-reading it over and over obsessively.

The fact that he's a pirate is fine, which takes a lot of pressure off. You come from a family full of pirates, so you swear Law will fit right in. Although you warn him your grandfather's probably going to start reminiscing about how he knew Gol D. Roger as a kid (which no one knows if that's actually true) and ranting about the young pirates these days.

You'd walk up to your family home high on a hill over looking the sea. From several yards away you can already hear music. You realize as you get closer it's more like you're dragging Law more than he's walking with you.

It's subconscious lol. I promise you he's not doing it on purpose. As soon as you notice it he speaks, "I'm fine."

Poor Traffy is so pale!

His tone dares you to question him, almost as if to actually say "I'm fine, if I wasn't I wouldn't be here Y/N. Please trust me to be honest with you about how I'm feeling." But that's a lot of words for someone who's mouth is cotton dry. He's trying his best, so you give him a quick kiss on the cheek for courage and walk up to the house together.

The first thing your family comments on when you open the door is how early you are despite the fact that it's three minutes to 4:00.

"We weren't expecting Y/N for another hour!" Your aunt winks at Law and nudges him, no introduction, no nothing, and says "you must really be something special if you can get them here to early!"

Despite Law's best efforts, having one of your family members immediately point out his supposed specialness to you makes blush and stutter.

It doesn't matter how awkward his no response of blinking at your aunt was because she's already gone flitting around with an arm full of what your family calls "the good plates."

You pull Law down to whisper in his ear, "told you we'd be early," you giggle.

It's not the nicest house, but it is big, and warm, and festive. Just standing in the doorway taking it in Law's struck with the remembrance of home. He tries to only focus on the present, not Swallow Island, Spider Miles, or even Flevance, your home is good..for today. But tomorrow he'll back at his home: the Polar Tang.

You introduce him to what little family is already there. Your heart squeezes at the way Law awkwardly waves at the baby your cousin's bouncing on his lap and the surprise that quickly turns into a soft smile that spreads across his lips when the baby coos back.

He meets your grandpa, who appraises him very officially. You swear to God Law's holding his breath as the stout man with a peg leg circles him with his arms behind his back. "Trafalgar Law, hmm..." he says very seriously. "You know back in my day pirates didn't all these tattoos to prove they were tough."

"I heard your day was quite a long time ago," Law says almost automatically. In for a penny, in for a pound, he doubles down, adding "sir" at the end.

That would be your boyfriend hehe. Too sharp for his own good.

Of course that's what your grandfather likes. He shakes Law's hand and pulls him into a crushing hug. Your grandpa promises later he's got words for him (ie. the shovel talk). It's a little disturbing how comfortable Law feels knowing he'll be threatened with an unspeakably awful death later. That's the most familiar thing that has happened all day. lol

But he knows the person he needs to impart the best impression on is your grandmother. You don't think you've ever seen Law so perfectly polite in your life....which makes your grandmother howl with laughter! "My ass whooping days are over, boy! Relax!" Her frail hands clutch her stomach as she laughs. She wipes a tear from her eyes, "I thought you said he was a pirate?!" She pats Law on the cheek like he's a sweet little boy (because at her old age 26 is a little boy) and gives it a squeeze. And because it's your grandma, he lets her.

You have to hide your laughter behind your hand.

"He's a sweet boy, Y/N," she says to you. "And so handsome! Where were all the good-looking men like him when I was at sea?"

"I killed 'em all!" Your grandpa yells across the house.

And just like that, Law's in your grandmother's good graces. Of course you knew he would be.

True to your word earlier, you get sent in to town to pick up a short list of last minute things. It's a nice moment to breathe. As soon as you're far enough from the house you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply.

"I'm so happy they like you," you say quietly once you come up for air. You don't tease him about how strange it is to see him hoping for someone's approval like you would in most circumstances. Instead you feel yourself melt, "I knew they would, but now you believe me?"

"They like me for now," he says because god forbid he go easy on himself.

"You're not as hard to love as you think you are, Law." You press another kiss to his lips.

(A/N: ooh chile lemme tell you, for saying that right there that man is going to romantically rail you within an inch of your life when y'all get back to the ship. That is the only way I can convey to you how much you saying that means to him. He's speechless.)

By time y'all get back there are a lot more people here and it's a lot louder. Your brother asks Law about a rash on elbow (at the dinner table no less, but hey these are pirates!) and he actually gives him advice.

Law meets your little cousins, who ask him a million questions including but not limited to:

"Why do you wears that funny looking hat?"

"Are you actually a surgeon?"

"Does getting a tattoo hurt?"

"Can you give me a tattoo?"

"How many Marines have you killed?"

"Are the Straw Hat Pirates really that strong?"

"Do you really have a polar bear on your ship?"

"Are you and Y/N ever gonna have a baby?"

To which Law responds:

"Who said it was funny looking?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I don't feel pain." you thought this man would take their questions seriously?

"Surgeons aren't allowed to do that. My hands will fall off if I do."

"Definitely more than you."

"As strong as they are stupid."

"Yeah, he's our navigator."

".........I think I heard someone calling you from the kitchen."

Your little cousins think "he's weird funny." He does "surgery" on the dolls your cousins offer up to him and thoroughly enjoy the weird monstrosities he creates. And Your moody teenage nephew deems Law "cool."

Your mom insists Law's too skinny for his own good and piles more food on his plate. "If you're going to survive out there you need some meat on your bones! I wanna see you here next year, Trafalgar."

Law almost chokes. Your mom already wants him back next year. He was expecting to have to get her approval somehow too, but she's accepted him immediately. "All I needed to know is if you make my little Y/N happy!" Your mom explains while hugging you, "And look how happy they are!"

And your old man, a pirate captain in his own right, several beers deep, slings his arm over Law's shoulder. "You're the one that's got that big ol' bounty, huh?" Before Law can fully answer, he continues on drunkenly, "that means you probably looted enough to cover your own wedding, right? Cause I'm sure's shit not." God bless Law for taking it with a grain of salt and taking him over to a couch. "That means you can marry 'em if ya want, as'long as I don' havta pay none. But if you break their heart I'll turn ya in myself...goddamn Marines...making me a traitor..." he says until his words turn into drunk muttering.

"That's your blessing in case you were wondering," your mom sighs. "I know you didn't ask but that was it. That man is fine with anything as long as he doesn't have to pay for it."

"You get my blessing because you helped clean up!" Your grandma pipes in. "Nothing more valuable than a man that knows how clean up after himself!"

I don't know how many times Law is rendered speechless for a moment. Was it that easy or was your family truly that accepting? In a handful of hours he's been completely welcomed and they want him to come back next year, to marry you? It's dizzying, but in a...hopeful way? Because...he wants it to happen too...if he's lucky enough to come back next year as your husband.

At the end of the night, you and Law are sent on your way with tons of food to bring back to Heart Pirates, and whether he likes it or not your mom and your grandma each press a kiss to Law's cheek.

You walk back down the hill together.

"It was good to see them again," you say. "Was that too much?"

"No," Law says. "I'm happy."

A/N: so yeah, I just had that bumbling around in my head today. I hope it was fluffy enough for ya! 😘

[niningtori]

to know him is to love him, and i do | chapter three: i'm not all bad, right?

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, kang taehyun x you

summary: you love beomgyu more than anything. you just wish he loved you, too. or you finally break up with beomgyu and move on, but as for him? maybe he's starting to realize too little too late.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?)

word count: 2.1k

notes: hi friends! i don't have much to say this time around besides the fact that i just want to thank user zzhyuu for helping me edit this (´∀｀)♡

if you were to ask beomgyu if he loved his ex mere months ago, he'd say he didn't know for sure, but probably. they ended things rather messily, which seems to be a trend for him, but if he really thinks about it, he doesn't know what he liked about her after all. if he had to pinpoint it, he liked the thrill of the chase and the idea of never knowing how explosive things would inevitably get between the two of them. he liked the toxicity. he liked the idea of breaking somebody and being broken in return. only now does he understand that that wasn't love at all, but some sort of sick game of hurting and being hurt he doesn't — he can't — play anymore. he doesn't want to hurt the people around him any longer, especially not you, but it would appear that that sentiment has presented itself a little too late. 

there's always been a lot to love about you. always. you're so kind and so incredibly patient, at least with the people you love. you're thoughtful and intentional with your words and actions. you're not perfect, but you try your best to be a good and fair person. and you listen. like, really listen. the kind of listening where you're not just waiting for your turn to talk, but the kind where you genuinely want to know what the other person has to say. even if he didn't know it at the time, beomgyu always did love you. was it in the way you deserved? obviously, with the way things are now, it's perfectly clear that it was not. 

even if he does bump into you, it's completely pointless. you made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with him anymore. the last thing you said to him echoes in his head with an unspeakable viciousness. "i'm sorry you feel that way." he didn't realize just how cruel those words were until they were falling from your lips instead of his. he didn't realize just how cruel he was in general. 

he ponders over how succinctly you summed up your entire dynamic: "i don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!" to be honest? he doesn't understand why you had to do that, either. 

contrary to what one might suppose about him given his overall shitty personality, he had actually had a pretty good go at life. he was innately able to make the world sit and watch him go, and he wouldn't let anyone forget it. but what should he do since you don't want to watch him anymore? what should he do since you don't want anything to do with him anymore? 

as he sits in the extremely uncomfortable chair of his new least favorite bar, he's confronted by this truth over and over again. he's not completely sure why he's even here — he hates this place, but he remembers you mentioning you liked to come here. in hindsight, there's no doubt that that was a way to hint that you'd like to come with him, but what use is it to recognize it now, after all this time? 

not much, apparently. or at least that's what his conscience is telling him. he should leave, he thinks. he should stop coming here every night hoping he'll run into you because it's wrong to make you uncomfortable when you've said in no uncertain terms that you don't want him anymore. he should, he should, he should. and he will, really. in just a minute. that's what he tells himself, but he just watches the door as he drinks himself dry.

he's on the brink of literally passing out when he hears a sound he'd recognize anywhere: your laugh. he actually thinks he's hallucinating just because he wants to hear it so fucking badly, but it takes the sound of your voice to convince him it's real. you're actually here. he's incredibly drunk, so the idea of being tactful escapes him. he can't miss this chance.

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you try, and try, and try some more, but you can't seem to forget beomgyu's last words to you. he loves you? you scoff at the idea. does he even know what love is? it doesn't feel like it. truly, it doesn't. if that's what his love feels like, you'd rather not feel it at all. 

that's what you keep trying to hammer into your head along with the idea that you're doing well. and you are doing well. seriously. things with taehyun are better than ever and you can really see yourself building a life with him. everything feels so pure and brand new. your feelings for him may lack the intensity that you felt with beomgyu, but you had known him for years. it's only fair that you nurture the love that's blossoming between the two of you while smothering out the embers of what used to be with beomgyu. it's only right, right? it should be, but the way you're so torn makes your brain hurt.

so you decide to go to your favorite bar and forget about everything for the night. it's been a long while since you've let loose and you're excited. you're surrounded by your friends and you're ready to let go. it's only when you excuse yourself to get some fresh air that you realize fate has other plans. 

when you're walking to the curb to take a seat, you feel a tug on your elbow and whip around. if there's some creep trying to get with you, there will be hell to pay. 

"who the f—" you stop dead in your tracks as your eyes meet with beomgyu's misty ones. the ones you used to love so much. 

"hey," he says weakly.

"what do you want?" you ask venomously while harshly yanking your elbow from his grasp. his lips purse and even in the dim lighting outside of the bar, you can see his eyes water even more. he's always been such a baby when he's drunk. 

"i just wanna talk," he pleads. he sounds so out of it and looks so pathetic you almost feel bad for him. almost.

"i have nothing to say to you," you reply coldly. 

"but i do." he sounds desperate to a degree that you sincerely never thought you'd hear.

"what, are you gonna tell me you love me again?"  you retort with a roll of your eyes. you're obviously being sarcastic, but all he can think in his drunken state is how pretty your eyes shine, even when they're impatient to look away from him.

"if you're not gonna say anything, i'm leaving —" you snap, turning away, but beomgyu is awoken from his daze and gently pulls you back.

"n-no! i mean, yes. i love you, b-but that's not what i wanted to say."

"well, what did you want to say?" you ask, tone laced with annoyance. seeing that you'll actually give him a chance to hear him out, he scrambles to pull out his phone. you're confused for a few seconds before he pulls up his notes app and you see an alarmingly huge chunk of text. what the fuck?

"i-i wrote this for you," he says tremblingly — so anxious that the hand that holds his phone is visibly shaking. you cock your eyebrow when he clears his throat and begins.

"i was so, so inconsiderate of how you felt, and didn’t treat you with a lot of respect as a person, let alone as a partner. i didn't understand how hurt you would be by the things i did or didn't do. in a way, i still don't think i understand just how fully how i treated you affected you. especially when you were so hurt by me. especially when you’d hold onto those feelings for so long, whether you wanted to hold them or not. it's unbelievable to me that you stayed with me for as long as you did, a-and it’s a testament to your willpower, your resolve, and how much you really do — or did — love me. i don’t think i ever appreciated your love like i do now. i... i don’t know if i appreciate it fully even as i write this. 

when i last saw you, i thought you were being cruel, but looking back, i can’t blame you. i can only admire you for not being worse, actually. roles reversed, i definitely would have been. i-i'm starting to understand how you must have felt, and why you probably want me to feel how you felt in the past. i know you think i am the one who owes you, and i do. i really owe you a lot. i owe you more than you ever asked me for.

so i want to make it up to you. i really do. and i'm hoping that i can really change. i'm – i just miss you so much i can't stand it anymore. i-if you don’t feel the same way, or don’t care, or however it is, i understand. but i meant it when i said i love you, and i mean it now when i say that i'm so, so incredibly sorry," his voice cracks as he finishes and hot tears threaten to find their way down his face. 

"beomgyu..." you begin, not really sure what to say. what can you say? and any hope he has of being with you is almost extinguished when he sees how much you pity him in this moment, but he'll hold on for as long as you'll let him.

"you said you saw the real me. you know i'm not all bad, right? i'm a piece of shit, but i can't be all bad," he pleads, tears now streaming unabashedly from his eyes. maybe if he can just find the right words, you won't leave him.

"beomgyu," you sigh, "i've never thought that about you. i know you're not all bad," his face perks up at this and he's tempted to bury his face in your neck and sob in pure relief. the pain he's been feeling for the past few months is about to be over because you understand him. always have. even though he's like this, you can still see the good in him. just the thought alone is enough to fill him with pure ecstasy. he goes to close the distance between the two of you to pull you into his embrace, but you gently place your hand on his chest before he can come any closer.

"thank you for telling me how you feel, beomgyu, but if you think you can fix everything with a few words from your notes app, you're delusional." his face crumbles at this and a sense of panic and dread pools in his stomach.

"w-what? b-but you said —" 

"i know you're sorry and i know you'd probably try to make it up to me if i let you, but that's not enough. you really hurt me, okay? and it's just, you know, i'm finally happy now. and i have taehyun. i really like him, beomgyu. and he really likes me," you say with a fond smile, as if you're thinking of taehyun right now, and his heart shatters into a million pieces. the former him would probably be throwing a tantrum right now, but he said he'd change for you, so he says what you'd never expect him to.

"it's okay," he smiles bitterly, tears still flowing freely. "i... i understand. i just want you to be happy. i want you to be so happy. you deserve it."

"but..."

"go back in," he sniffs. "you don't need to stay here with me anymore." he swipes at his eyes with his sleeve and tries to send you off with a smile, but it's so forlorn you wish he'd just keep frowning.

"... okay." you turn away, and even though he told you to do it, he can't help but feel an even bigger lump in his throat now that you're actually listening to him.

"beomgyu?" you say softly, before you enter the door. 

his damned heart can't help but flutter again against his will. 

"yes?" 

"don't wait for me anymore, okay?" how are you so cruel but so merciful at the same time? he should say okay, but the ugly and selfish part of him refuses to lie, so he just shakes his head and waves you off. his love is ugly and his heart is broken, but it's still yours to have. 

"I'm sorry," he murmurs again to nobody but himself as you enter the bar.

notes pt. 2: the next chapter will be the final chapter. it will probably be relatively short, so keep that in mind. anyway, feedback is always appreciated :)

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[thefooljester]

creepypasta + marble hornets love languages

features: the slenderman, eyeless jack, jeff the killer, timothy w. [masky], brian t. [hoodie], ticci toby

reader: not specified

warnings: canon-typical violence [non graphic. implied], implied suggestive content

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THE SLENDERMAN

His love language is words of affirmation (giving) and he likes receiving quality time.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "You did well."

• "I'm proud of you."

• "You don't even know how much I care about you."

• "You're fantastic."

• "To think I'd come to enjoy mortal company this much..."

• "I'm so glad you're here."

Quality time with him:

• He enjoys the fine arts, human literature in particular. He'd love to have you read poetry to him and listen to your every intonation. He just loves being close to you; you don't even have to do anything.

• Feeling your presence close by soothes him greatly.

Acts of service he'd provide:

• He's not that knowledgeable about human culture or customs... but he tries to be considerate in his own way.

• Holds his tongue when he's in your presence... and praises you more consistently. He doesn't want to drag you down when you're already trying so hard.

• Also loves to physically hold things for you and make himself useful. Just hand everything over to him, he's got enough storage space (tendrils)

• He knows that humans are social creatures and thus often makes you meet up with his... thralls. Just to talk and make friends who are peers.

• He just... well, to be honest, he doesn't want you to lose out on being able to see other people's facial expressions and their body language.

• One of his worst fears would be to de-socialize you - he wants to prevent it at all cost. You're perfect just the way you are.

A thoughtful gift:

• This can go two ways.

• One the one hand, I think he's well-versed in romantic gestures due to decades worth of knowledge in pop culture through books and thus often hands you beautiful, freshly-picked bouquets...

• On the other hand, he has his own instincts... so... he hunts for you sometimes. I'm talking literal forest animals. He thinks you're going to eat a whole boar or a deer... Those gifts never end up at your doorstep because he's always been sensible enough to hold his horses right then and there, but he's often considered bringing you food because "I'm supposed to provide for you"

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Loves having a hand on your head and gently threading through your hair at the scalp.

• He likes it when you touch his back, especially the place from where his true from emerges. It's a very intimate thing for him.

EYELESS JACK

His love language is quality time (giving) and he likes receiving quality time, too. 

Quality time with him:

• In general, just likes being with you to talk and stimulate each other intellectually.

• What's your worldview? Explain it to him? Your political opinion? Please go into detail about everything.

• Asks you deeply philosophical questions sometimes... and don't be shy to be honest with him; he doesn't mind if your opinions clash. In fact, he loves a good debate.

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• He just loves to clean and cook, it makes him feel normal again... and he wants to be useful. Concerning cooking... well, he's forgotten how to do just that by now but he'll learn again, just for you.

A thoughtful gift:

• Hands you tea samples or incense sticks out of nowhere... to help calm you down. He knows that life's rough. And... okay, he can smell your stress.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• He likes to link his arms with you. It's a bit of an old people thing but he thinks it's genuinely endearing. You feel small next to him and he thinks it's very cute.

• As for him... alright... two things. At first, he thought having you touch his chest was just the best. You feel his erratic heartbeat... and sometimes you can feel two pulses and you don't reel at the thought of the literal demon possessing him.

• Then, after a long, long while into the relationship, you may gently wipe his neverending tears away... and he just about melts. Ugly sobs and everything.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• He isn't a talker...

• He really only says "I love you." frequently.

• ...

• But he thinks. A lot. A lot a lot.

• "How could they love me, wretched as I am?"

• "I don't deserve you. This world doesn't deserve you."

• "Thanks for being my lifeline."

JEFFREY WOODS

His love language is acts of service (giving) and he likes receiving words of affirmation. 

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• He's almost insistent on running most of your errands... it's mostly because he believes he doesn't deserve you and because he can't exactly go out in public in broad daylight without people, at the very least, eyeing him cautiously...

• Yeah, he just wants to do things for you to ease your burdens because he's incapable of being a normal human being. Would he ever admit that? Ha, no.

• You're super scared of calling your internet provider despite having an outage? Don't even worry about it.

• You really need to send an email to book an appointment? Already done.

• You need someone to open this damn fucking jar? No matter, Doll.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Jeff's, at his core, a rather intimately oblivious person... he's lived "this life" for so long that he's sort of forgotten how real life/ general society works.

• Is much more used to sexual touch that is... clinical due to no feelings being involved. Hey, he knows prostitutes just want to make money, okay... He's not that delusional

• At first, he's definitely rough with you in and outside of the bedroom, constantly slapping your behind and once, he's caught tugging on your hair while calling you "his whore".

• Only once... because you pushed him away and told him that he can't just do that, running off with a huff since it'd been so disrespectful.

• He secretly cried that night, all by himself. But he still puts on the mask of toxic masculinity and acts annoyed/snappy with you.

• His entire schtick, in the beginning, might even border on really demeaning behavior if his eyes weren't so desperately searching for your approval every time, always disappointed that you aren't pleased with him...

• You might need to have a long conversation about what you expect from one another in this relationship and suddenly, it all clicks in your mind. He's utterly clueless on top of hating vulnerability - that's what makes him so miserable and unbearable sometimes.

• He confesses that he's never been hugged by someone other than his brother before.

• Yes so he really likes hugs is what I'm trying to say.

Quality time with him:

• Singing songs (read: screaming incoherently)...

• Playing with Smile Dog, bathing him and getting dog shampoo everywhere.

• You laugh a lot together! Which is a surprise because he's such a doomer.

A thoughtful gift:

• He is too embarrassed to ever gift you anything, ever, . . . but he does write you love letters and songs. You'll never know they even existed.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• Again, he's terrible at expressing himself, there's not much to work with. Though, he does think about what he'd like to say quite often...

• "You deserve so much better than me."

• "You're the best."

• "I love your smile..."

• "Can't resist you, can I?"

TIMOTHY WRIGHT + MASKY (selection)

His favourite love language is acts of service (giving) and he loves receiving physical touch. 

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• He's honestly the best when it comes to doing things in and around the house, plus he's a gentleman whom you can take out on a date in public...most of the time. Just make sure there's no unwanted company that has temporarily taken over.

• He'll always pay for you, thinks it's a matter of manner and wants to provide for you since he hasn't had the chance to care for much these past few years.

• Always brings you a hot beverage on cold days, warms your hands with his own when you're freezing. He softly grasping at your skin and embracing you.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• He likes touching your thighs, not even necessarily in an intimate manner... he's just a bit possessive.

• He just adores it when you lean on his shoulder or against his chest.

MASKY:

• He likes having you on top of him, it makes him feel safe to know you're there with him... he could easily protect you from the Operator like this. And it's kinda sexy, isn't it, Sunshine?

• He just about goes feral when you run your fingers down his jawline.

Quality time with him:

• Spontaneously takes you out on walks and suggests whimsical date activities, like going bowling or visiting a cat café. Never loud and crowded places, though! He's too anxious for that...

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "I'm glad you're back, I missed you so much."

• "You make me feel safe."

• "You mean the world to me."

MASKY:

• "Smile for me, Sunshine."

• "You belong to me."

•"Don't worry, I got it."

• "Naughty..."

A thoughtful gift:

• Honestly not the best at giving gifts. He's an overthinker... but he likes handing you his clothes. They're all yours.

BRIAN THOMAS + HOODIE (selection)

His love language is gift giving and he likes receiving words of affirmation. 

A thoughtful gift:

• Puts that stupid camcorder (that surprisingly still works after all these years of questionable usage) to good use and creates a whole homemade movie for you, capturing all of your sweetest moments together.

• Buys you a plushie that he thinks resembles you a lot. Or him. Depends on how much of he tease you've been.

HOODIE:

• Writes you poetry and takes Polaroid pictures of himself in different places and writes cheesy declarations of love on the back of every photo, like "The sun years to burn as bright as my love for you." or "The beauty of nature doesn't come close to its greatest creation (you)." So cheesy.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "You little minx."

• "I love that look on your face."

• "Let me handle it."

• "You're so cute."

Quality time with him:

• Unsurprisingly, both Brian and Hoodie are big movie guys. They just love to sit down with you and immerse themselves in a world of fantasy. They particularly enjoy sci-fi and thrillers.

• Board game fan. Has dextrous hands and shows you magic tricks... really likes the look of wonder and excitement on your face.

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• Has never once failed to make it to dinner ever since you two got serious. Adores these peaceful moments a lot and although he isn't the best... well, he just loves cooking for you and with you. Likes the domestic life.

• always! opens doors for you.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Likes having you sit on his lap... thinks it's just adorable.

• Frequently pinches your cheeks in a playful way. Loves seeing you all huffy and bratty.

• Adores it when you touch his nape, sends shivers down his spine every single time.

HOODIE:

• He can't express himself verbally and rarely got to "take over" when the situation wasn't... dire. He's a very touchy person with you. Compared to everybody else at least. Still not very affectionate overall.

• Often has a hand on the small of your back while his head is hung low, a goofy smile on his face. People that know Hoodie think it's uncanny for the emotionless guy to look so happy.

TOBIAS E. ROGERS

His love language is physical touch (giving) and he likes receiving gifts. 

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Toby's a holding hands kind of guy through and through... especially because his are often found shaking and he still has a tendency to chew on the skin around his nails...

• Is also obsessed with hugging you.

• Generally, he's super touch-starved and just wants to be touched anywhere... It doesn't matter to him, seriously. Do whatever you want... He's pathetic like that.

• But having you kiss down his stomach and blow raspberries on his bellow button during a particularly sensual moment because you're just so cute and playful and you never fail to surprise him... God have mercy.

• Yeah.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "You're so pretty."

• "Okay, I trust you."

• "You're special to me."

• "Hey, you're so funny!"

• "No, I love you more."

Quality time with him:

• It's difficult to wind down with him because he cannot sit still, neither can he focus very well...

• He always has to do something and it's become a habit to ask you to come with him.

•"Hey, I crave salt and vinegar chips because they're disgusting in a fun way... want to come with me?"

•"Toby, my dear, it's... it's 3am."

• "You're right. Sorry."

• "Hey, I didn't say no. Let's go!"

• "Woo!"

• He doesn't plan things, ever.

A thoughtful gift:

• Just hands you random things he found interesting while he does whatever.

• Here, take these marbles because they match your eyes.

• Look, I found this rock and it's really smooth, I think you'll like this.

• I bought you this plant because you said you were sad and it looks cool.

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• Really not good at this thing... but he's a gentleman as well, has been raised well, after all.

• For example, he insists on walking on the street side of the sidewalk... thinks it's just the right thing to do even if there are no carriages out in the streets anymore.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request the demon brothers with a lover who says strange things in their sleep? Like, they're just napping and all of a sudden, they say "potato fairy".

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yeah! Absolutely!

I'm sorry some are really short but hopefully it's at least not forced so I still hope you'll like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, TW: slight mentions of guts in Asmo's part (just skip the dialogue)

✧ Lucifer is probably one of the rare demons who doesn't make big deal out of your habit

✧ it's just like snoring but... talking. And it just happens to be a bit stupid. He's seen worse things

✧ he'll move you to some private space when you fall asleep in public so you can rest there, without worrying layer about anyone hearing your mumbles

✧ he's usually not even paying attention to what you're saying in your sleep and just gets lost in his work

✧ even if he hears what you're saying, he's not gonna tease you about it, unless you really want to hear about things you've said

"It wasn't really anything out of the ordinary. Again, talking and flying fruits. I didn't listen to your descriptions. Sorry dear, but I had work to finish."

✧ overally, it's like he doesn't even notice that trait of yours

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✧ you scared the living out of Mammon the first time you did that

✧ he didn't knew you talk in your sleep in the first place so imagine fear on his face when you didn't answered simple questions

"MC, what do you mean...?"

"flying piggies..."

"WHERE-?!"

✧ literally believes you every time for some reason...

✧ don't you dare spooking him with ghosts or so because he'll end up clinging onto your pretending to just be "warming you up because you were shaking" ignoring the fact it's him who's shaking

✧ you'd think it'd get better with time, and yes it does a bit?

✧ when he's in front of someone and you start talking stupid things, he'll just explain how it's your habit, but he'll still have quick and sly look around his surroundings just in case...

✧ you're making this man lovkey paranoid a bit, especially if he's after horror movie... then it's even worse!

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✧ Levi sometimes doesn't even realize you've felt asleep to be honest

✧ he's sometimes so lost in his game or anime, he responds automatically without thinking about it

✧ it's just a habit when he's too focused on his things to just get rid of somebody

✧ it's honestly even funnier when he realizes what you two are talking about and stops everything he's doing to have a lag

"We can conquer the marshmallow kingdom later."

"But teddy bears..."

"Teddybears can wai- hold on... What...?"

✧ he's not letting anyone else hear you to save you the emberassment, so any time you fall asleep in public, he'll try to take you to his or your room, or anywhere private so you can rest

✧ he mostly doesn't even remember stories you've told him unless they really broke his mind so it's rare when you get to hear about things you've said in your sleep

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✧ Satan simply finds it funny

✧ people who talk in their sleep, sometimes tend to respond and he'll use it to have laugh of the year

"bugs with crowns..."

"Oh really? Why do they have crowns, MC?"

"They beated up Lucifer, then Diavolo..."

✧ the stories you've come up with in your sleep are truly worth writing down and you bet he does just that and reads them to you once you're awake

✧ he's not trying to be mean, he simply can't resist making you a bit pouty and blushy with your habit

✧ though he'll skip this part when others are around and won't mess with you, that's for his ears and eyes only~

✧ weirdly, you fell asleep around him more often after he've discovered your habit

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

✧ Asmo, similar to Satan, likes to have a chuckle thanks to your little habit

✧ though he's not as mean about it and has more casual conversation, eventually chuckling more from cuteness of your words rather than the fact he finds it funny

✧ sometimes tho, he may get dramatic with it

✧ try to say something stupid about self-care and he'll have an argument with your sleepy self

"I put jellyfish jam on my face and now I'm dazzling..~"

"You- YOU PUT JELLYFISH GUTS ON YOUR FACE?! Oh no, no! Listen closely, MC, you can't..."

✧ when you wake up, he doesn't let you go untill you two have your skin-care night/morning

✧ he won't be afraid to let you nap in public, after all your mumbling is cute!

✧ speaking of which, he doesn't mind telling others he's close to about what you said last night but he'll stop if you feel uncomfortable with that

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Beel is another rare demon who doesn't make big deal out of it!

✧ he talks in his sleep too, and so does Belphie. He began ignoring sleep talking for quite a while now

✧ don't ask him what you've said because poor boy doesn't even remember

✧ he won't really touch or move you when you're asleep but he might sit down next to you and be like your little body guard

✧ if you ask him to tho, he'll move you to more private place when he catches you asleep somewhere public, he wants to make sure you're comfortable after all!

✧ but if you don't mind, he'll just let you rest like you are

"and then... bathtub elve came out..."

"Do they-"

"Oh yeah, they talk in their sleep. Anyway, are we going to that restaurant or not?"

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✧ Belphie also talks in his sleep and believe me, it's sometimes even stupider than things you're saying

✧ like, if you two actually talk with each other in your sleep, stupidest and most creative stories happen

✧ ask someone Beel to record it for you and you'll have a good laugh

"bee's need our help..."

"they can burn on candy sun..."

"but lolipops will melt too..."

"just spill it on Lucifer... heh..~"

✧ even if Lucifer overhears any of your stories, he can't do anything because you're just talking in your sleep and not insulting him consciously or are you

✧ when he sees you sleeping in public, he just joins you

✧ even if you tell him to move you somewhere private, it "slips his mind as he's too tired" and you end up waking up in the same place but with Belphie next to you

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead!

[genericpuff]

Scamlords is at it again.

A few nights ago, there was a sudden blow-up in the /r/webtoons server showing a new announcement from Snailords -

For anyone unaware, Death : Rescheduled has been on mid-season hiatus since October. And it's now, and only now, that Snailords has suddenly decided the comic is ending after it returns, but readers can get an extra 20 episodes... if they fork over $1k in merch sales.

Now, this could be a lot worse. They could be threatening not to return to the series at all unless their readers hand over money. But considering it's practically just one degree away from that, it's still pretty nasty. Not to mention, the further they divulged in their reasoning around this "idea", the more confusing it got.

They also even revived their @snailordsrant account on IG which, for those of you who were there and can recall, was the same account they used to put one of their own fans on blast over some very mild criticism.

None of this makes any actual sense, for several reasons:

1.) I literally fail to see how getting $1k in less than 24 hours is worth shoving in an extra mini arc of 10 episodes if you don't even have it planned out. Why do that to your audience or to yourself? Why drag things out just to scrounge up an emergency $1k? Why not just be honest with your audience and run a GoFundMe or just say , "Hey everyone, I've run into some financial troubles, I would really appreciate it if you could FastPass my newest episodes or donate to my Patreon or buy some merch so I can cover the costs". It's really telling that this shithead doesn't have enough confidence in themselves or their audience that practically worships them that they have to resort to this kind of underhanded shit to get the money they need. I wanna make it clear that this is NOT like a Kickstarter stretch goal or anything that incentivizes readers to support their work, they're instead holding the length and future of their series over their audiences' head (which they've done before) for money. That's not an incentive, it's an ultimatum.

2.) Maybe I'm misreading / being stupid (someone pls explain if I'm missing something here) but I literally don't see how their comment about working 50 hours a week explains why they're suddenly getting their fans to pay out $1k worth of merch in less than 24 hours. For anyone who doesn't know, $1k per episode is an example Webtoons uses in its post discussing how they pay out creators (this came after the platform got called out 2 years ago for paying creators too little, there are undoubtedly creators getting paid less). And yet for some reason $1k is apparently the difference between 10 episodes and 20? How does that add up? And is the bit about them wanting to buy boba supposed to be a joke? Where's the punchline here?

3.) They say they have writer's block and they want to use the money to "motivate them", but then just a few slides later they say 10-15 episodes is what would make them the "happiest" so which is it? Do they want to write 10 episodes or do they want people to pay them to write 20 episodes so they can draw the fluff scenes that they apparently want to draw? If you have an ending planned out, why rush it or drag it out depending on how this "fundraiser" goes? Why not just write the ending you want to write that will serve your story best? Why shove in an extra mini arc that you don't even have full confidence in writing and then try to compare it to a "super expensive cake"? What are you doing? Speaking as someone who's had trouble getting motivated in the past, suddenly getting a month's rent worth of money to do it doesn't necessarily solve that, it just turns up the pressure, and if you're not someone who deals with pressure well, then you're more likely to wind up just burning out entirely rather than fulfilling that goal.

4.) The fact that they did, in fact, hit their goal just makes it all the shittier to think about because their audience is mostly made up of teenagers who worship the ground that they walk on. It's horrifying that they keep pulling these stunts with their audience, and getting away with it to boot - and Webtoons, as a company, keeps enabling it by allowing it to happen by hosting and promoting people like this.

Anyways, there's already a lot going on here that's sketchy, but then... they went and deleted their posts. At the time of this happening (as I was there to witness it all play out in real time) I assumed this meant that they had hit their $1k goal - especially as they had been showing their progress on their IG and they were already at $900 after just a couple hours - but it gave me a sinking feeling seeing them delete it because they had also been called out by some brave readers telling them that it wasn't exactly a good look to essentially blackmail their audience through their own content into giving them money.

Snailords deleting it gave me a stronger impression of "burying the evidence", especially now that they had the money. By all accounts, they could do whatever they wanted now.

So what did they decide to do?

. . . Huh?

Okay, take a second to actually think about what Snailords has done here. Because I know some of you will go "oh, it was for charity all along! that was nice of them!" but . . . I don't know about the legalities of collecting donation funds under false pretenses, but morally speaking, it's a really shitty thing to do. They stripped away the choices - limiting them to three - of what their readers could donate to, and what I think their readers don't understand - due to being mostly teenagers - is that they're tax-exempt individuals and they just unknowingly gave Snailords an easy $1k tax write-off. You really, really shouldn't collect donation funds like this without being honest, it's just a shitty thing to do, especially after you've already collected the money. It mostly just comes across as damage control on Snailords' part to make it seem like they were always planning to donate to charity, when in reality, if they wanted to donate to charity, they would have been honest about that at the start. Again, even if they wanted to do that from the start, it goes to show how little confidence they have in themselves or their audience that they have to stoop to methods like these instead of just doing it honestly.

And do you really think Snailords will actually do those extra episodes? Or donate that money? This is the same asshole who has manipulated their readers for money not once but twice, and now seems intent on doing it a third time just for the charm. This is the same person who practically sabotaged their own comic, Freaking Romance, because they apparently didn't like the romance genre and may as well have only done it for clout / views / etc.

What was especially odd - and I found this out from folks who actually read Death : Rescheduled (I do not) - was finding out that it wouldn't make sense for D : R to end in as many as 25 episodes, because apparently, the plot has basically just gotten going.

So it does seem like this is foreshadowing that D : R will wind up just like Freaking Romance, rushed into an ending that wasn't expected. And this, of course, has the people who read their work confused because D : R was supposed to be Snailords' passion project, their magnum opus, the project they wanted to do. So them holding the timing of an ending that shouldn't even be happening yet for ransom contradicts that original intention. Really, it just goes to show that Snailords has no passion, they're just in it purely for the money, to a degree that I can't even cheer them on for being a hustler because it's missing the honesty and integrity.

And of course, every single time Snailords finds a way to backpedal and take his audience for a ride, they hop right in without a single thought for themselves.

And no, none of this is to hate on the readers directly, I hold Snailords entirely responsible for this - they have an audience of impressionable, naive, gullible teenagers, and they know it, and take advantage of it every chance they get. It's why they weren't just honest about wanting to collect money for charity from the start. It's why they resorted to basically holding their own comic's progression for ransom during its midseason hiatus. It's why the deadline was 24 hours and why the posts are now gone.

Thankfully the Internet does what it does - any evidence that Snailords was trying to bury is now all over reddit, and hey, just for good measure, here's a post on Tumblr that's been sitting in my drafts for days now, days after people have already seemingly stopped talking about it. Don't let anyone bury or forget about the stunts Snailords is pulling on their audience, with a platform that they've been consistently given by Webtoons, because that's what they want you to do.

[bonefall]

God I am so tired of Bramble fans who refuse to use critical thinking and believe that brambleclaw and squilf are equally bad. Many also hate on moonkitti's video which they most likely haven't even watched or misconstrued points in it. You can like a character without defending all their actions please I'm begging you

And people will sometimes jump to their defense, saying that people just dogpiled them for liking a character the fandom doesn't like, and while that can happen, sometimes people are actually dogpiling them for ignoring abuse and insulting creators with different opinions

(Some discourse happened on Twitter recently about this but it's something I've seen happen before, I'm not specifically talking about anyone)

I'm going to be honest and drop my feelings.

Never have I ever actually SEEN a Bramblefan "get dogpiled" for liking Bramble.

I come out here on my massive soapbox every couple of weeks and drop whole essays on this guy, I chat casually about how important he is to me as a character, both as someone who was abused in a way similar to Squirrelflight AND as someone who can relate to Bramblestar's situation, and before BB got so large and my attention was easier to divide I even ran an AU called Sweet Nothings which had a "big brother" Bramble take in it.

There is no shortage of Bramblestar-related posts around here, yet, I have never, NEVER gotten shit for when I talk positively about Bramble.

In fact, he's commonly cited as one of the favorite cats to see on this blog from my audience. I get praise for addressing him with nuance, explaining how his actions are abuse while also keeping him human, talking about how his life is a painful cycle of self-doubt that makes him double down on his worst decisions. Every time I post about him, I get an influx of comments centered around how my takes on him are appreciated.

What I DO see is people who make art where they try to bothsides him and Squirrelflight, or say something completely false about his behavior, or straightup post DARVO tactics to defend their fav's honor. When someone makes a comment that goes "uhmm? Bit strange innit?" they call it "harassment." Or when people block them, they call that "receiving hate."

OR when someone makes a vaguepost like "Heyyy, DARVO is an abuse denial tactic where the abuser or their apologists Deny the abuse took place, Attack the accuser, and then Reverse Victim and Offender to claim they were actually the person harmed. Bramblestans are playing this out, step for step, and that's bad!" they call THAT dogpiling.

Meanwhile Moonkitti got death threats and was actually harassed for posting Bramblestar Is Worse. To the point where she is hesitant to ever make another video on the topic.

So y'know what? Hot take? The stans don't actually like Bramblestar. They like the vague idea of a sadboy character who broke free from his dad's legacy so they slurp up the framing of the notorious abuse apologist writers, and they get mad when people who have critically engaged with the books don't see what they desperately crave.

How can you really LIKE a character if you can't engage with their actions? If you need to surround yourself in an unpoppable bubble and can't accept anything he's done in the 20+ years he's been active? How can you truly love a man without all his mistakes?

It's sooo hard to be me, Tumblr User Bonefall, the ONLY one who likes Bramblestar correctly. It's rough out here.

[cursedkeyboard]

Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.5)

What does Jason do after he tries his best and fails spectacularly to keep his nosy family away from his kid? Make sure he is still your favorite when everyone starts spoiling you rotten, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Child GN!Reader

When everything was said and done, Jason explaining why he didn't want to expose you to more dangers by introducing you but also the reason why he felt compelled to be honest with you about their identities, the bats soon started to try and bond with you

Dick was the first one, as always, and introduced himself as "little wing's one and only older brother"

You giggled when Jason groaned at that, embarrassed, and Dick took that as a win

Dick's older bro charms 1 - Bruce's gloomy dad stare 0

After getting called out by you so directly and plainly, Bruce had been awfully quiet as everyone interacted with you

It wasn't every day he got called out for the worst mistakes he comitted

But he also was still reeling at the fact that he was a damn grandfather

Steph cooed at how small you were, pointing out how even Damian was taller

Which, in Jason's opinion, was totally unfair since you were only eleven while Damian was thirteen, going on fourteen, and had been trained for along time

Also, excuse him, only he could tease you

Dick would be asking Jason one and a million questions about how he'd been taking care of you, your education, health, etc

"Of course I– You think I wouldn't send my kid to school, Grayson?"

His kid, they thought, part giddy part dumbfounded

"Woah, woah, I'm just asking! Technically you're legally dead and the little angel over here doesn't exactly look like you."

Wow, for some reason that really pissed Jason off

He tucked you under his chin, squeezing you gently as you rested your head on his collarbone

"I signed the papers. I'm not fucking dumb, Dick, I've been the legal guardian for about a year now."

At that, Steph stopped trying to take pictures of you with her eyes alone and quirked one of her eyebrows

"Legally?"

"... For the most part."

No one said anything at that, it's not like any of them really followed the law, especially not the old man behind them

You huffed in amusement at that, making Dick and Steph's hearts warm up

Damn, not even an hour into meeting you and they were already feeling those fuzzy, soft feelings in their chests

Needless to say, it wasn't a casual evening but it wasn't what Jason had been dreading, not at all

There was no screaming about him being reckless, no one tried to take you away from him, Bruce didn't even say much

Damian was still a brat and tried to pick on you, judgy little shit, only to get the nastiest clapback that made Dick choke on his spit

They all knew he was just feeling jealous, like every kid feels when a younger, cuter child shows up in the family

Boohoo, Jason thought as he watched fondly as you and Damian bickered, the demon brat was never as cute as my kid

Bruce, despite his melancholic gaze and awkward nature, managed to talk a bit to the both of you

He'd tell Jason that if you ever needed anything, to just use his credit card, no questions asked

Bruce would always be a call away and with Cass slowly taking over the mantle, he had a bit more time in his hands when the League didn't need him

He'd support the both of you to hell and back, his own way of repenting, and all he asked in return was...

For Jason to visit more

Because he was still upset about not having all of his kids home for Christmas

And bring you with him

it was high time you met everyone and became an official member of the family, he already knew exactly where your portrait would go

And despite his hesitance, you wanted to be a part of Jason's entire life, not just a hidden piece

Jason could never say no when you did a terrible impression of puppy dog eyes

So this is how it started; the start of the bats spoiling the hell out of you

After a couple of dinners together, lunch, and a tour around the manor and the batcave, seeing all of their old and new suits, ("Tell me you didnt actually wear this." "Shut it, I was a child." "I'm a child and I'd rather die than ever touch this."), with you glued to Jason's side always, packages started showing up at the doorstep

At first it'd be cute and silly things like a plush of the newest Pokémon and matching scarves for the incoming winter

Maybe even their own merch, because they're all losers deep inside

Then it was Bruce taking over any kind of expenses you and Jason had because, in his words, he wanted Jason to focus on raising you instead of worrying about rent

–Not like he wasn't already using Bruce's money to pay for everything

But he still felt begrudgingly soft at having his dad care for him and his kiddo like that, though he'd never admit it–

And then Babs and Tim upgrading the cyber security all around your block in the chance of a villain attack or any creeps following you home

From Duke and Cass asking Jason to spend time with you for some bonding time to your entire wardrobe turning into designer and your school materials updated by Wayne tech

Fuck, you even had terribly expensive yet thoughtful action figurines from your and Damian's favorite animated shows

The brat tried to hate you for ripping everyone's attention away from him, for making Bruce and Dick all... gooey, but it was hard when you had Todd's knowing eyes and a developing charm that always cracked a smile out of him

Infuriating, like father like kid

But... he liked you, quite a lot

And, throughout it all, Jason was panicking bad

Look, Jason Todd was always a jealous person by nature

He never liked his things touched, never liked sharing his interests in case someone also got interested in it, and he was particularly possessive with the few romantic partners he had

So when your attention was suddenly split among all of his family, Jason felt a little upset

It's like when a cat that usually only likes you allows other people pet it

Jason didn't quite feel betrayed but... that childish fear of not being your favorite person was very real in his head

So he upped his game

Whenever any member of his family gave you a gift, he'd get something better the next day

If they took you to a cool place, say an arcade or the mall to hang out and get to know you better

Jason was already booking tickets to go to Universal and taking you out for nightly motorcycle rides

Damian was insisting on watching the new season of your favorite show?

Next weekend he'd have prepared the living room to look like a cinema, with snacks and popcorn, for a movie marathon

Babs and Steph got you interested in makeup?

Regardless of gender identity, you know Jason would watchevery YouTube tutorial known to man about makeup so you won't have to ask the girls about it

Bruce would grow all fond of you once you got past, but did not forgive nor forget, the things he's done to Jason and started interacting more with him

So once he's talking about how he learned multiple different languages growing up, during one of the monthly family dinners, Jason would already be Googling how to learn another language fast

And god forbid Dick messed with your hair

He was not above picking a fight with Nightwing for ruining the hairstyle he spent hours doing for you

Look, Jason wouldn't be as petty as to keep you away from his family

No, in the contrary, he really, really loved watching you be coddled and loved by some of the most powerful people on earth

Getting the childhood he had so desperately wanted

It allowed that restless part of his soul to settle knowing you had them looking out for you, always

But Jason also would always want to be your number one

Your favorite person

Your hero

You dad

Yeah, he could admit it now without fear, he's definitely your old man

How could he not be when he's cutting apples for your school snack and making sure you go to bed before nine?

Never mind his age, Jason even bought a grill so you two could barbecue on the rooftop, there's no other more dad move than that

So, after a few months of this real life sitcom, when you were both on the couch watching Pride & Prejudice (Jason's choice tonight), all cuddled up and cozy

You'd rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily

"You don't need to do all this, you know?"

"Hm? Do what, kiddo?"

"Trying to one up everyone. It's funny and I'm not exactly opposed to being spoiled as hell–"

"You're such a brat."

"Shut up– but you'll always be my favorite, you know that, dad."

Oh.

Oh.

Ok. Wow. He was tearing up.

"Oh, fuck off, don't do this to me."

His voice would be a little wobbly as he hid his face in your hair, squeezing you gently in his arms

And you'd giggle and hug him tighter too, your face warming up nervously but no longer afraid of muttering that one little word that had been stuck in your throat for so long

You two were so, so similar in that regard, afraid of overstepping despite the bubbling emotions inside you, the overflowing love threatening to spill out

So much faith and trust, devotion, care, and adoration

And all it took was one sentence to make it all better

"I still wanna go to the convention next week, though."

And Jason would laugh, teary and almost breathless, and press a kiss to your forehead, feeling happier than he's ever felt

"Yeah, okay, you nerd."

Wonder who you got it from

That night solidified it for him, calming his anxieties and petty jealousy

Jason would always be your favorite person

And you wouldalways be his favorite little one

Nothing would ever change that

To be continued... for one last time.

[americas1suiteheart]

Hi! Hope you are doing well! So, Tangerine x Reader: any headcanons about Tan as a partner? Thanks!

I'm doing great in fact, thank you for the request! Headcannons are my favourite thing to write, hope this is fitted to your taste.

Dating Tangerine Would Include...

[Tangerine x GN! Reader Headcannons]

[Warnings; Violence, smoking, violence, its a bullet train fic guys]

[Notes; I love writing for Tan so much you guys have no idea, I get to cuss as much as I want to in these fics]

Oh man, he's such a softie for you, you have absolutely no idea.

He can go from being the same grumpy prick to other people and have one of the worst days but when he's around you he's calling you love and darling, clinging onto you practically and just showering you in kisses.

He's so clingy, as soon as either of you get home he's begging you to sit with him on the couch just so you could cuddle. And if your making dinner expect him to try to help but just end up holding you by your waist the whole time.

Lemon thinks it's the cutest thing how tangerine acts around you. He thinks its hilarious how quickly Tan switches up with you.

"-you're the one that doesn't fucking know how to go on about this job correctly! You're such a fucking idiot sometimes Lemon it's insu-" Tangerine yells at his brother before being interrupted by you.

"Whats going on? What are you two fighting about now?" You say in annoyance.

"Nothing darling, just please go back to the living room I'll be right there okay love," Tangerine tells you softly, pressing a kiss to your head before you leave.

"You're a right fuckin' sap for them, Tan," Lemon snickers at Tangerines change of attitude and tone.

"I'll put your fuckin' head through a wall, honest to god Lemon."

He just loves when your laying with eachother and you run your hands through his curls.

I'd like to think you help him take care of his hair actually. Like, he would know how to take care of it properly before, but he let's you put different product in his hair to make sure he doesn't miss any areas on his hair, (In reality he just wants to be touched by you in some way).

Being a part time nurse for him and Lemon definitely became a thing almost immediately after you two started dating. Constant cleaning of wounds and such, just constantly.

The days when he's on missions he's constantly texting you as much as he can, checking up on you to make sure you're doing well.

There are times where he's come home a couple days or even weeks later than he had originally anticipated without being able to contact you, and you'd be absolutely furious, (sometimes not knowing that he wasn't able to contact you at all).

"What the fuck happened, Tan! I thought you were dead. You hadn't even texted me or anything, you were supposed to be back 5 days ago! You had me absolutely worried sick!" You yell.

Tan had been gone for almost 2 weeks when the mission was only supposed to last a week. And on top of that he hadn't phoned or even tried to text you. If it weren't for Lemon telling you that they were fine 2 days before they showed up you would've assumed the worst had happened.

"I really am sorry my darling, the mission was just much harder than we'd expected and we got stuck there longer than nessasary." He explained quietly.

"But why hadn't you contacted me at all? If it weren't for lemon calling me I would've thought you two were gone for good!"

"My telephone got broken by some prick the 3rd day into the mission whilst we were fighting. And I didn't think to used lemon's phone because I was so frazzled the whole time. Really darling, I didn't mean to frighten or worry you."

"Alright.. Sorry I freaked out on you but I really was worried. I'm just glad you're okay now." You walk to Tangerine, pulling him into a hug.

" 's alright love, I'm glad you and I are good too. Let's go wash up and go to bed, I've got blood all over me and my fuckin' clothes and it don't feel too great," Tangerine says, picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom.

Loves taking baths with you, taking turns washing eachother off makes him feel all warm inside, that you trust eachother enough at that point in your relationship. He thinks it's so sweet though.

Sometimes when he goes outside to have a smoke he'll invite you out with him so you two can just talk. If you smoke he'll probably share one with you too.

Very protective.. Being he's an assassin and all, he'd most definitely go to extremes if someone had been bothering you. Some random person flirted with you? Dead. A someone you knew in high school used to bully you? Dead. Any person that has hurt you no matter how long ago will probably end up dead.

You two are so good for eachother though. Strangely the healthiest relationship you will ever have. Please don't break this poor boy's heart. He will be absolutely devastated and blame himself for it. Underneath all of that muscle and confidence he's very emotional and sensitive.

Will ask to marry you and even possibly start a family with you if you're up for it. (Adoption or old fashioned depending on your biological sex).

Loved writing this, and I was infact so excited that I finished this in just 2 hours🤭

[cevansbrat0007]

Hey Brit! Did Andy survive April fools this year, sans any fake spiders in his cabinets?? 💞

Warning: Fluff, April Fool's Day Shenanigans, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes Place in my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs appreciated.

I'm so glad you asked, especially since I didn't get around to writing a fic the way I had initially planned. Here's what happened:

As you might have guessed, April Fool's is a day that is near and dear to Baby Girl's heart. However, her loving husband, Mr. Andrew Barber, also made it known that he would like to have a spider-free day.

In fact, he actually made a point of emphasizing just how much he would prefer it.

And our girl, who is ever the doting wife, heard him loud and clear. Her poor husband did not want to be subjected to arachnids of any kind. And to be honest, she was fine with that.

But no one said anything about a possessed doll.

With her plan now in motion, she stopped by Target while out running errands to purchase this doll, along with some clear wire and some heavy-duty duct tape. Baby Girl was so filled with mischievous glee that she cackled all the way to the checkout lane.

After that, all there was left to do was wait. Although she did practice just a little. She watched a couple of tutorials and did a brief test run while the kids were out with Grandma. It took her a little bit, but once she got the hang of it she could hardly contain her excitement.

On the big day, Baby Girl knew she had to play it cool. Mostly because Andy woke-up feeling automatically suspicious, on account of the fact that he now has trust issues. All because of her.

It took a while, but by around 2:00pm in the afternoon, she had successfully lulled her Big Man into a false sense of security. So much so that he actually felt safe enough to fall asleep on the couch in his own home.

A rookie mistake.

While he was napping, our Girl quietly busted out the step stool and somehow managed to rig her demon doll to the ceiling fan without waking him. Next she grabbed the corresponding remote before retreating to her designated hiding place.

And then she called Andy's name.

It took a few tries, but the moment began to stir she turned the fan on low and waited to see his reaction. And boy, he did not disappoint.

As soon as that unholy doll began to "fly" around the room, Andy let out a positively terrified scream before trying and failing - not once, but twice - to scramble over the top of the couch before landing on his ass with a resounding thunk.

By the time their kids wandered into the room to see what all the commotion was about, it was to find their Mama laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. And once she managed to stop laughing long enough to explain her little prank to their brood, they got a kick out of it too. Junior and Rory found it especially funny.

Meanwhile, Andy was so put out by the whole ordeal that he didn't speak to his wife for the better part of an hour. Of course they made up later that night. But it doesn't change the fact that that poor man has officially had a new fear unlocked in the form of creepy ass dolls.

Thanks for the ask!

[realisticjupiter]

Can you do a jealous chishiya please??? 🥺 I love that man and i would die for a jealous chishiya. Thank you if you decided to do it.

Summary: Chishiya finds a way to sabotage, what could have been, a good night.

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader

Warnings: jealous!chishiya, talk of killing, suggestions to sex, lmk if anything else.

Word count: 772

a/n: just something small. hope you like it!

You laughed along to a conversation with some guy that came up to you at the pool.

Your first impressions of him, was that he was sweet and pretty funny. He had humor to him, and constantly complimented your appearance.

He made you feel seen. You felt like someone saw you for you, and nothing else to bias his opinion on. You felt like a new person, as if he was chance to start over with every other guy you've been with.

Chishiya couldn't help but stare; to study your body language and notice the way you flirted with each other. He'd be lying if he said his blood wasn't boiling. But, he knew he had to keep his calm expression.

Chishiya tried to walk away, but he was afraid once he did, he'd lean in closer and touch you where he was supposed to.

"Maybe we can go to my room... Get more privacy, yeah?" The guy suggested, looking you up and down with a smile.

"I like the sound of that." You smiled back, biting your bottom lip as you became conscious of just how the water of the pool dripped down his skin.

You followed him out of the pool, walking closely behind him as he headed towards the entrance of the Beach.

"y/n," A voice stopped you from walking inside, turning your head to meet Kuina.

"Oh, hi." You waved, smiling at her.

She smiled back, eyeing the man behind you before aiming her eyes back at yours. "You're leaving already?" She asked, her brows withering to show she was pretty bummed out.

"Yeah, i--" Your words were cut short to Kuina grabbing your wrist.

"Don't go yet! Niragi said he'd scare everyone out of the pool for us! ...As long as he gets to join us." Kuina winced at her last words, clearly disgusted as much as the next person.

"Oh, but I was--" You tried to explain once again, but Kuina cut you off once more to explain something you didn't quite listen to.

You turned around to try and find the guy you had met earlier, but you couldn't see him anymore.

When you turned back, Kuina was now talking to Chishiya, but Chishiya was only looking at you.

"Looking for something?" He raised a brow, cutting off Kuina mid sentence. Which felt a bit like karma.

"No," You shook your head, now avoiding eye contact as you shivered under the night's gaze.

"She's probably looking for that guy from earlier, bad vibes to be honest." Kuina shrugged.

"It doesn't matter now. He's gone, and I don't even know his name." You rolled your eyes.

"Ouch, already forgot his name?" Chishiya joked.

"No, he just never told me." When you said it out loud, you realized just how weird that was. You talked for a while, and not once did you exchange names. And the fact he was inviting you to his room, despite not knowing it, said a lot.

"Whatever, I'm going to sleep. Have fun." You forced a smile, grabbing a random towel that was folded neatly on a chair to wrap around your body.

As soon as you walked back into the resort, Chishiya's eyes went to Kuina, "Thanks." He nodded.

Kuina rolled her eyes, "You seriously owe me. She deserves to get laid." She put her hands on her hips, emphasizing her serious tone.

"I'm not having this conversation with you." He crossed his arms.

"Someone has to. If you're not going to make a move on a girl don't make someone drag her away from a good night." Kuina spat, now walking away from Chishiya; making him stand in silence and think about what she said.

Which he did. He stood still, his eyes tracing the window that belonged to your room as he let his mind wander to all the other possibilities. Maybe you would've went with the guy, but in the morning he'd be gone. Maybe Chishiya should've intervened, pull you in and get you to go to his room instead. But Chishiya knew every outcome; the guy wouldn't be there no matter what anyone did. It's just a matter of how.

"I could've had him killed instead." Chishiya muttered to himself, shrugging off the thought as it left his lips in a mere whisper.

He didn't mean, that he, himself, would kill him. He'd merely just sabotage him, or frame him. Maybe get him killed for being a traitor.

As long as he's not the one holding the knife, he'd argue.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[pineappleciders]

sp main 4 with a reader who has an eating disorder; platonic headcanons

includes: stan, kyle, cartman, and kenny

A/N: kyles and kennys look so much longer than the rest oops LOL, also the ed is restrictive n implied as anorexia but others could fit it too 🤫

stan marsh

he notices when you don't eat your lunch, and how you tend to leave after meals. he doesn't think it's weird though, acknowledging that it's normal to have something not agree with your stomach or just not being hungry.

but, it started to worry him a little as it became more frequent, and how you were losing weight rapidly

he probably doesn't ask about it at first, but sometimes he'll mention little things or try to subtly express concern

"do you not like your lunch? you can have my fries, if you want."

he might confront you about it, and assumes that there's something else going on in your life that's been affecting you. he figures that would explain the lethargy, the dizziness, and how pre-occupied you are.

he has no idea what an eating disorder is.

you have to explain it, and he probably does some research online about what your disorder is and it just kinda. clicks for him. like the puzzle pieces snap into place

he thinks of all the times you've shown symptoms and warning signs, and he feels like a complete asshole for ignoring them

he keeps it in mind afterwards. he'll offer you pieces of his lunch, and invite your family over for dinner. he also reminds you that he's there for you, whatever that means.

he tries to spend more time with you, sort of as a way to ease his mind that you're safe. and he has his mom make your favorite snacks when you two hang out!!

stan tries to be more mindful of his words, and takes other peoples mental health more into consideration. it's kind of a wake-up call to him

"damn, Y/N, you got sand in your vagina? you look awful."

"lay off, cartman."

"what?! i'm just saying! we were all thinking it!"

if you get really dizzy and nearly faint he gets really scared and immediately takes you to the school nurse. like he's very concerned that you're dying or something and falls asleep in the nurses office waiting for you to recover

he doesn't fully understand the disorder, but he still feels really bad about it!!!! he hopes that one day you'll have a better relationship with food. until then, he's happy to do everything he can to make it easier on you

kyle broflovski

he's probably a little ignorant of your symptoms at first, like he'll tell himself in his head that it's probably nothing.

in fact, he probably thinks you're sick. puking, not eating, always tired. he assumes it's just the common cold, and doesn't pry.

he can't help but worry though. bringing your own lunch with barely anything in it, never staying still, always drinking diet drinks. it was little things that added up and made him suspicious

he wants to mind his own business, but he figures he would be a bad friend if he just let you go through whatever you're going through on your own. he has to be there for his friends.

"Y/N? dude, can i talk to you? over here." kyle pulls you out of the hall into a secluded area.

"uhh, yeah, what's up?"

"uh, listen dude, are you sick or something? like, you haven't been eating any of your lunches, and to be honest... you look terrible."

"gee, thanks."

"ah, i didn't mean it like that. you look exhausted, i mean look at your eyebags! is.. is something wrong?"

you struggle to find words.

"yeah, no, i'm.. i've been fine. a cold, is all."

".. are you sure?"

"...yyyeah."

he keeps an eye on you after that, giving a worried look and furrowed brow when you refuse to eat, but you dismiss it every time.

he starts to research online about what could possibly be going on. not eating, always tired, low-energy, regurgitation...

he comes to the conclusion you might have an eating disorder, and he's honestly super lost on where to go from there. does he confront you about it? does he say nothing and leave you alone? is it any of his business?

he decides to start trying to ease his way into conversation by packing you a lunch one day. that way, you have to eat it!

he does little things like that, like following you to the bathroom after lunch or stopping you during laps around the school. it's... a little manipulative, trying to pressure you into cracking or stopping your bad habits. but, he really doesn't know how else to approach this.

once he talks to you about it, he tries his best to be emotionally available for you. he tries to keep his mouth shut and listen to you talk.

afterwards, he'll give you little pats on the shoulder as encouragement, or bring little chocolates from home for you in his lunchbox. he knows he isn't the best with stuff like this, so he tries to show his care by inviting you to play video games at his house.

to him, quality time can be one of the best ways to bond with someone. he's always inviting you to hang out or go out for dinner with his family!

eric cartman

"you gonna eat that?"

"like you need anymore food, fat-boy."

he's mainly confused on why you're acting so weird. it's sloppy joe day, dude. what the fuck are you doing staring at the wall??

most definitely takes the food you don't eat

"dude, Y/N, what crawled up your ass and died? you've been picking at your food all period."

"..nothing."

he huffs and turns back to his tray, mumbling under his breath. "well, fine, be a dick."

if you were to ever pass out, he'd assume you didn't sleep enough or have like. heart issues or something. which wouldn't be that far off

he only really cares if it causes some sort of medical problem or something. like heart disease, fainting and hitting your bead. then atp it gets him a little nervous. mostly because he isn't prepared to rush anyone to the er anytime soon

it bugs him. like it gradually gets more and more under his skin how you're obviously starving yourself. yeah, he knows. and he wish he didn't, because it's so confusing to him

why???? what is the purpose??????

honestly might subtly try to talk to stan or kenny about it. not cuz he cares. definitely not

"have you noticed Y/N lately??"

"what about them?"

he sighs. "god, you really haven't noticed? they're totally ana-recks-it or whatever it's called. they hurl in the bathroom after lunch every day."

it's kind of hard for him to grasp his mind around,,,, so he chooses to ignore it. it still pisses him off though to no avail

he knows a bit about eating disorders from the internet and stuff, and that you're probably doing it out of insecurity or something. he really doesn't care about that part, but your habits gradually annoy him more and more

sometimes he'll just. push food to you at the lunch table. and when you ask why he's like huffing and reaches to take it back like "well damn i'll have it myself then"

he does get actually concerned if you get super light-headed or something. like if you stand up from your seat and fall back gripping your head he'll look at you from across the room all curious

and might take you to the nurse if nobody else will. maybe

kenny mccormick

yeah, he notices. he doesn't bring it up very often, how you don't eat a lot at lunch, mainly to save you any embarrassment.

he honestly just assumes you don't eat around him in particular out of sympathy. he thinks that you see his measly sandwich and apple and don't eat out of guilt. which he himself feels really bad about

tries to ask you what's wrong and ask if you don't want your food,, but tries not to make a big deal out of it

observes you a little closer, taking mental note of your weird little behaviors. going to the bathroom frequently, always walking, never quite seeming comfortable at your lunch table. he couldn't put his finger on it!

it was one day when you fainted and had to be sent to the nurses office that he pieced it together. he hadn't learned a lot about eating disorders, only a few bits and pieces off the web.

he felt guilty, for some reason. like he had failed you as a friend

i feel like if he were to confront you about it, he'd do it in a subtle way, not like an interrogation. he already feels like he's invading your privacy by mentioning it!!

he might bring it up while you're playing video games in your room. "mmph, mmmph? mm mm mmph mph mmphph? (hey, Y/N? can i ask you something?")

you pause the split-screen game you two were playing and look at him. "sure dude, go for it."

he looks around a little before his eyes land back on you. "mmphh.... mph mmphph mph mmph mph mmph mmphph mppphpm mmph mmmph. (so, i wanted to talk to you about something really important.")

you raise your eyebrow a little. "ookay."

he fidgets a little. "mph... mph mph mmphph? mmph.. mp mmph mph mphph mhp mmfmf mmphph mmphph. mmph mph? (well... are you okay? i've noticed you've been kinda distant lately. what's up?")

you feel your heart drop a bit, anxiety starting to swell. "uh.. i've been fine, i don't know what you're talking about."

his eyes look a little rejected, but he keeps trying. "mm.. mphm mph mphph mmf mm mph mph mmph mph. mp.. mp mph mmf mmf.. mphpmf mphhfm? mph mmmphph?(uh.. i'm just gonna say it. do.. do you have like.. eating problems? a disorder?")

he appreciates that you're talking to him about it, even if you're being honest or not.

he won't treat you differently afterwards. he'll give you a good pat on the back and a smile (you can only tell by the crinkle of his eyes), but he treats you the same.

he'll point out your funky mannerisms even less, and reminds you that you can talk to him. he isn't great at talking but he's great at listening!!!! also tries to be nicer to you. but he doesn't do it consciously, he just feels more of an urge to help you out and even protect you. specifically from cartman.

[sunshine-scented]

Hehe Hello hello Can i request Wukong, Macaque and Mk ( platonic on Mk one, because Wanna make Reader being a mother to him )

A goddess Reader that's well Tf so gorgeous so handsome they can cook they can do anything so basically How they Thought and say like " Hm? Oh reader yeah i know him they blablabla " On reader just wanna seee i might love this one

Olso have a great day luv your Work And take a rest and drink a lot of water

- ✨ Yuzex ✨

Cute~ I've definitely heard about these type of concepts before, I'm glad I get to make one of them!

❀ Tell me more, don't be shy ❀

: Them talking about their s/o when asked, voice lines hc!

: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK(platonic) x reader

: Fluff!!

Sun Wukong

About (Name); showing off

"You've met (Name) already? I mean, that's great and all but I was the first one to meet them so hah! What do you mean that it doesn't matter? Uh, duh? It's (Name)?? The best person you will ever meet in your entire life until you die???? Keep up bud"

About (Name); hidden secret

"Wh...what are you doing touching me like that? Huh? (Name) told you I liked scratches on my fur? Wha— ughhh, I told them to keep it a secrettt...whatever, you're not allowed to touch me, only (Name) is allowed in that, hmph"

About (Name); Adoring

"If there's one thing I absolute adore about (Name) that isn't them existing, it's them in general. No really, I mean it. I love how they make me feel better by just talking to me about the weather, I love how easy it is to be myself with them. I just love them so much you know? It's hard to explain but basically, if they were to disappear in this world, then I would flatten mountains, empty oceans, and flip the world upside down until I get them back into my arms."

About (Name); Facts

"Did you know (Name) liked that color in their shirts? I always see them wear those kind of clothes with that style. Oh! Those birds over there yeah? They think they're cute and often stare at them when they're zoning out. And that one over there? That's their favorite place to eat. Also— MPHH?! Ack- why did you cover my mouth all of the sudden?! Yeesh, have some respect, anyways, did you know that (Name) really liked those kind of shoes—"

Six eared Macaque

About (Name); first impressions

"To be completely honest, I didn't think I'd like them as much as I do now. I thought that they were just some ordinary being not worth my time, yet when they talked to me over and over again, suddenly, I felt rather...lonely whenever they're gone. Heh, how annoying of them♡"

About (Name); soft spots

"...You won't leave me alone until I tell you more about (Name) huh? You're lucky I like talking about them so much. However, if I did try talking about them more we'd be here until I decide to stop holding grudges..Huh? I'm going soft? You seriously just realized?"

About (Name); voice

"(Name) once told me that they found my voice soothing to listen to. I'll admit, it took me by surprise the first time they mentioned it, yet that boldness they showed at that moment was attractive of them. Telling me something I never knew people liked about me? And told by the one person you'd kill a whole nation for? Sends shivers down my spine"

About (Name); Sleep

"Knowing me, I never got a lot of sleep. And even if I did it's probably somewhere about 4 hours and then boom, a nightmare to haunt my life until I die. Twice. As cliche as it sounds, I sleep better when (Name) is with me. Something about their arms sharing their warmth into mine never fails to lull me to sleep. Perhaps it's also the fact that they sometimes hum small melodies or run their hands onto my hair to sooth me from whatever's on my mind. It's now mandatory that they stay with me everytime I'm going to sleep, hopefully they don't mind~"

MK

About (Name); excitement

"Huh?! You know about (Name)?!?! That's so cool! (Name)'s so cool!!!! They're so nice and caring and amazing and caring and nice and caring you know? I want to grow up to be just as nice and caring and amazing and caring and caring and nice as them!"

About (Name); injuries

"Look! I'm a mummy! Hehehe I'm not actually one, it's just that I got into this hugee battle with a demon and the aftermath got me all these scars and bruises. (Name) was not happy, gosh, the look on their face when they wrapped bandages on my body while they gave me a whole hour long lecture was so..*shiver* remind me to take better care of myself please"

About (Name); snacks

"My bag is a little bit heavier than usual, maybe it's because of the multiple snacks (Name) keeps inside it. I mean, I'm not complaining, I like the snacks they give me. But a hero's gotta have agility too you know! How am I gonna heroically jump on buildings and beat demons with a heavy bag of super delicious extremely amazing and over the top golden snacks that (Name) gives me?"

About (Name); Lessons

"I think (Name) saw how stressed I am with this whole hero thing, first it was DBK, then spider queen, LDB and now this Asare Leon guy or whatever his name was. It's like I can't keep anything from them. Yet, they still treated me gently and talked to me about how everything happens for a reason, I'm living this life because I'm strong enough to live it. Honestly, I'm glad they told me this, if it weren't for them, I would have been eaten alive by some stinky demon, ewww"

I'm trying so hard not to make another Nezha fic it's literally mental torture

[lovelybrooke]

I’m going to be really honest, I’m the one who mentioned death note and I wanted to send a request for awhile but I kinda chickened out. I gained the courage so I hope this reaches you. I’m aroace and you believe L to be aroace. I’d like to know if the relationship between the reader and L would be just friendships or something deeper or more personal like queer platonic partner (qpp). In other words I’m asking for a L with an aroace reader headcanon a (no pressure of course)

Platonic Yandere L Lawliet x Aroace reader

As someone who is asexual, I'm really happy agrees with me that L is Aroace. I am more than happy to write these headcanons. Also, sorry if you didn't want this to be yandere, but I think it's pretty soft for yandere headcanons.

Check out my other works here: Masterlist.

I personally believe L has known he was Aroace since he was young. He's known sex and romantic relationships were not something for him, but I see him as someone who still desires platonic friendships. See how he is with Watari; someone he views as a parent. I think that if given the chance, L can and would want to develop a strong bond with someone.

There's a strong possibility that L figures out your Aroace before you even tell him, he's very smart like that. He catches on to it when you're asked if your dating, about your sexual experience, about if you ever plan on getting married. It doesn't take a genius to tell you're uncomfortable by these questions, and so it doesn't take much to put two and two together. He never asks you himself, instead he waits until you tell him yourself, incase what he was seeing was incorrect. I think from there your relationship would bloom slowly into something more.

I 100% believe that if you were to enter a queer platonic relationship with L, you wouldn't know about it. Not that he necessarily manipulates you into one, he just doesn't ask you because your relationship doesn't change. You were already very close to L; nothing really changes once you enter into a q.p.r. So, whether or not you consider him your "partner" is really up to you. L doesn't care what you call him as long as you're with him.

L has always cared about you deeply, but he shows that care through actions more than words. Of course, if someone asks him, he'll tell them that you're his deepest friend, but his actions express that way more than words ever could. He uses all his resources to keep you safe, makes sure you are in good health both mentally and physically, and overall does everything to insure your happiness.

L doesn't believe anyone understands him like you do, not just because you're Aroace, but because you're able to notice things about him that others don't. You can tell when he's hungry before he calls for Watari, handing him a piece of cake. You're the only person who can tell when he's joking around, not feeling afraid to laugh at his dry sense of humor. You share your interests in him, knowing that he's listening even if he doesn't say anything.

L doesn't feel the need to explain your guy's relationship to anyone. If someone asks if you're dating, he says no, just because you two were holding hands, going on dates, sitting close together doesn't mean you're dating. If someone asks who you are to him, he says that you're his dearest companion. He doesn't care what other people think about your relationship, what he cares about is you.

L doesn't really get jealous, especially with a reader who is Aroace. He knows there is no likelihood you're leaving him to be in a relationship, so he never feels challenged by people trying to take you from him. In fact, he doesn't really do anything about it. He doesn't want to dignify the person with a reaction, knowing you're mature enough to tell them you're not interested.

However, he is possessive. If you live with him, he makes you stay home on days when he knows he's going to come across someone who is going to take up all your time. If you are with him at work, he makes you stay near him he can keep an eye on you. If you call him out on is possessive behavior, he'll say it's nothing more than him keeping you safe, whether or not that's a lie is hard to tell.

Speaking of moving in together, I can definitely image you two having separate rooms. He'd thinks it's important to have lives and interest separate from each other, and I personally don't see him ever being close enough with someone to share a bed with them. Though, even if you do have separate rooms, he spends most of his time in yours, even taking his work to your room just so he can be with you. He doesn't view himself as clingy, but his actions betray him.

L doesn't exactly know what that future looks like for him and you. For so long, marriage has been pushed on to the both of you as the ultimate end goal, so once L is done with the Kira case (in this he doesn't die), he fears that you'd leave him, and he'd be alone once again. But he's comforted by the fact that you don't plan on leaving him any time soon. Your relationship might not be conventional, but it's one he wouldn't trade for anything in the world.