#me: okay now that you've decided to do smth

[unicornswilleatyourboobies]

okay racism bad obviously but it is very funny when someone lets something kind of racist slip and very suddenly starts desperately backtracking

[fanaticsnail]

This is something I thought of but it suits the men you like more than it does mine

Imagine an au or smth in which your fave plays the cello

Now imagine y/n oc sitting on his lap, he's choking them while using a toy on them and in that position it's almost like he's playing y/n like they're a cello

I think you could do this prompt justice better than I ever could so I hope you enjoy it ✨️

Cellist Kid

Okay, but hear me out. Cellist Kid.

Cellist. Kid.

Thoughts below the cut.

Synopsis: your academic rival and you do not get along. You find his boorish intensity revolting, and he finds your attitude standoffish. As your conductor decides to pair you together to practice, tempers flare and passion ignites.

Themes: afab!reader x Kid, cellist!kid x flautist!reader, choking, Kid has both hands, kissing swearing, college AU, NSFW, 18+, smut, P in V sex, drabble length, creampie, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, hate sex.

College AU with Eustass Kid wanting to practice playing electric bass, but instead joins an orchestral ensemble at his college for extra credit. They don't play metal, punk, or rock: but he absolutely has a soft spot for movie soundtracks that use heavy bass: game of thrones, lord of the rings, Narnia, all of the songs of his childhood.

He decides the closest thing to a bass is a cello. It takes him a while to understand how to use a bow, but he picks it up in no time. He enjoys this time he spends playing music, it's a way he gets to unwind and hone in on his musicality.

The only hiccup in this perfect symphony is you. Not your playing, but your attitude. You loathe him, and he despises you.

You're a flautist who often gets the lead line for the pieces because you're extremely talented and dedicated to your craft. You hang shit on Kid for joining a failing Warhammer painting group with his best friend, MSK - and he taunts you just as much for joining a Dungeons & Dragons group being ran by a DM named Usopp, an English literature major who enjoys spinning roleplaying tales.

But the more you play music together, the more the conductor of the band decides to place you two together in a more permanent way. You're perfect for each other, in your conductors opinion. The deep rattle of the bass clef played by Kid harmonises perfectly with the treble you produce with your fluttery breath and nimble fingers.

You've been aggressively quippy with each other for a few months now, the rest of the orchestra rolling their eyes every time you have a fued in front of them. Your conductor decides to place the two of you together to sort it out between you.

Now that you're in an empty classroom together, all lecturers gone for the night, the tension draws thick between you. Your snarl draws his heckles up, his growl causes your skin to ignite with disdain at him.

"What the hell is your problem with me, cellist?" You finally curse at him, acknowledging his presence for the first time in twenty minutes. He halts tuning his pegs and places his broad bow in the case at his feet.

"Could say the same for you, flooty," he spat back, his nose scrunching at you while reaching for his amber rosin.

"I hate you," you snarl at him.

"I hate you," he barked at you in response.

"I hate you first," your body moved against its will, placing your flute carefully within the hard case beside you and stomped towards him.

"I hate you second," he growls in return, the gruff grumble igniting flames in his chest as he casts aside his borrowed cello in its stand.

"What does that even matter?" you question him, cocking your head to the side and furrowing your brows, "I could wring your neck and scream at you for how much I despise you!"

"Would be a better sound than your fucking playing, that's for sure!" he draws himself closer to you, his much taller frame towering over yours.

You see red, reaching up and circling his neck with your hands. You use all your might to shove him down onto the chair he was formerly sat atop and accidentally fall on top of him. Your thighs frame his, your crotch perfectly in line with his.

This small stumble causes you to falter in your fury. Shock writes itself over your face as you notice a soft blush dust the cheeks of your academic rival beneath you. From this new position, you notice the warm hue in his hazel eyes: the tint almost rust-coloured in the pale lighting.

You both glance down to the join of your bodies in synchrony before glancing back up at each other's shocked faces.

It all happens in an instant: clothes cast aside and discarded on the floor, lips gnashing, biting and marking each other beneath your rough oscillations. You're in his lap, facing away from him with his girthy cock plunging deep within your slick cunt with a brutal rapidity.

His left hand circles your throat, causing your head to lull against his left shoulder. His right hand is plunged deep between your legs and pinches, circles and grinds against your clit as he thrusts his cock deep within you.

As his right digits begin tapping your clit in rhythmic patterns, the fingers of his left hand tighten and loosen against your flesh. The stampeding ecstacy draws ever nearer, both of your voices picking up in the corners as his knob bullies and batters your cervix with deep thrusts.

As your abdomen begins to tighten it's woven band of ecstacy, Kid's huffed breath pants out with more intentional rapidity. His thighs shudder beneath you, his body giving into the carnal urge to fuck the attitude and sass out of you with each cruel thrust.

His left hand breaks away from your neck circling in front of your chest and anchoring his body against yours to chase his climax within you. His momentum staggers as you felt his cock twitch within your plush walls.

"I-I-..." Kid stutters through his warning, mewling your name in a panted whine, "...-I'm gonna-... fuck. You feel so fucking good. I'm gon-... -I'm c-cumming."

As he whines through his panted confession, your body immediately was ushered into your bliss alongside his own. Lights danced behind your eyes as your body betrayed your hatred for him and transported your senses to become overwhelmed with bliss.

You cried his name, head lying fully back and at his mercy as he continued to bully his thick cock deep within you. Ribbons of hot, sticky cum shot deep within you, the rippling backsplash causing the translucent fluid to leak from your entrance and pool down your spread legs and onto his thighs.

As you rode through your mutual bliss, Kid offers you an apology for his prior insults.

"I-... -I don't think you're a shit flute-player," he admits, his forehead meeting with the back of your neck, "I actually think you're quite talented."

"You are too," you confess, nuzzling the back of your head against his, "But you're still an asshole."

Notes: I'm not sure if cellist Kid is a vibe or not, but it was my initial thoughts. A little bit of enemies to lovers never hurt. I could also see Law as a cellist, but Kid was screaming at me. I have had a drink, and this was done in about 20 minutes. Apologies for grammar mistakes!

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff

[iknowyuu]

I NEED JEALOUS SIEUN.

I was thinking maybe the reader was admiring their idol and calling them handsome and stuff, but sieun got a little jealous 😭😭

IDKKKK..... SMTH LIKE THAT BUT YEA I WOULD APPRECIATE IT . I LOVE YOUR FANFICSSSS SM🫶🫶

you jealous?

kdrama!sieun x reader

// read req!

tags: jealous sieun, kissing, established relationship

note: ive gotten a few reqs for jealous sieun and i just couldn't see him being jelly really at all 😭 for some reason this req (since it had a scenario tied to it) really struck me?? this was so easy to write, ty for that <3

♡

"waaaah," you sighed for the seventeenth? eighteenth? time at the idol on screen- he doesn't know. he's lost track.

the two of you were supposed to be studying for an upcoming quiz, but you'd forgotten that your favourite artist had a showcase at the same time. sieun agreed to let you watch since the song was less than three minutes long, but as time progressed you started to squeal and whisper-scream at the television longer and longer.

yes, the showcase was only around two minutes and forty seconds, but the television had been on for almost ten minutes. every time he asked you to turn it off, you'd whine and pout, saying things like "pleaaassee, sieun?" and "whyyy?" it was like you knew his weakness was that he couldn't say no to you when you looked at him like that.

you finished the fan-chant at the current song that was playing and cheered quietly, almost as if you were at the concert with the crowd. the boy beside you was trying to study, but you still weren't ready to stop watching, and he could tell from the way you leaned forward and stared, your mouth slightly open in awe. he had to get you to turn it off one way or another.

not to mention he was extremely bothered by the way you looked at the idol, you kept calling him handsome and kept fanning over how amazing he was, noting how stable his vocals were... and no, it was not because he was jealous.

he just really needed to finish these flashcards. yeah, it was the cards.

whatever the case, he knew you had to turn it off now before you got too addicted, so he finally decided to just grab the remote and turn it off himself. "yah! what are you doing!? i was almost done!"

"that's the third time you've said that." he snapped sharply, his natural tone of voice making his words sound gentle.

you pouted at his words and sighed as you looked down at the table in front of you before glancing towards sieun before noticing something off about him. "oh," you saw his ears, "are you okay, sieun? your ears are really.. red." you cocked your head in confusion, wondering what was up with him till a sudden realization hit you like a truck. "sieun.. are you.. jealous?"

he shook his head, not even bothering to look back at you, but oh boy, could you read him like a book. you watched as the red at the tips of his ears gradually spread to all of it, also spreading down his neck.

"yahh! i know you're lying!" you giggled at him and scooted closer to him, giving him a side hug and facing him. "look at me, baby." he responded to the pet name you called him after a second of finishing the sentence he was writing.

“it’s you that i like, okay?” you smiled at the way he didn’t avoid eye contact, cupping his cheeks. you didn’t wait for a response before fully turning towards him and placing a hand on his chest, the other at the back of his warm neck before leaning in and placing butterfly kisses from his collarbone to his jaw, and as a finale, pulling him towards you and placing a peck on his lips. you parted his bangs with your fingers and laid them flat on his forehead before going in once more and placing a kiss on his cheek. “you’re cute,” you mumbled before turning back to your work and immediately picking up your own to finish the equation you’d written down before you got distracted.

the two of you resumed your work, and you would’ve thought your words had no affect— only if it wasn’t for the way you leaned forward and caught his tiny smile.

♡

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[jubiilee13]

hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭

-anon

anon ily ty for the request 😻😻

this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶

warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah

lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her

didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao

—

you and mike didn’t fight often

i mean you never really had reason to

but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.

mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.

every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.

you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.

so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.

boy was that a bad idea...

the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own

"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.

mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.

"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."

"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.

"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.

Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.

"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.

"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock

"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.

you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.

what had you done?

did you upset him?

is he gonna leave?

so many questions flooded your mind all at once

it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.

so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.

eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.

As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.

he was angry

he was tired

he just wanted to be home

it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.

he wasnt mad at you

he loved you

god- you just wanted to help

why couldnt he see that?

he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)

he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.

he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.

eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.

and again.

and... again....

and 12 more times.

he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?

after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.

in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.

you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.

so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones

maybe he didnt leave

did he come back for you?

maybe he-

your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.

for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.

both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you

your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him

he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air

"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"

you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his

"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another

"we'll be ok" you whisper

those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.

the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.

just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

"i love you"

that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.

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yayayayya mike

i hope that was good

ok ily

bye pookster

[ohbo-ohno]

After rotating your non con puppy play ghoap stories in my head non stop, I had a Thought:

There's fleshlights that are short and open ended called quickshots, and maybe Ghost decides one day not to cage his pup for their walk, but instead to be really mean and let Soap get hard, encourage it even, but shame Soap in the process. He slips the quickshot over just the head of Soap's cock where its so sensitive and then uses KT tape to adhere it to Soap's belly. As his pup crawls after him, the stimulation gets him hard and yay he's not caged but oh no now he's hard and his cock is out the end of the toy and on full display and he can't do anything about it and Ghost (or one of the others) comments on how the pup must be enjoying his walk, look his little cock is out of its "sheath". Can't stop crawling after Ghost, can't touch himself, can't stop the stimulation or get soft, just whimpers even more

(If this is too much I'm sorry, please ignore! - 🦨)

this is referencing my lil mini noncon puppy play verse - howling and barking, kinktober 11, kinktober 20, and this oneshot!! go read the triggers of at least one of them, they'll apply to this too :)

okay okay okay hello skunk you've come in with a hell of an ask for your first!!

my day 11 kinktober is (to my knowledge??) my only foray into public sex, and it was smth i did to try and push myself a bit - that day specifically is probably the only piece of my stuff that i felt actually kind of uncomfortable writing, it gets to me for some reason haha. public sex is usually a hard no for me

it also exists in that limbo kind of universe that any heavy bdsm erotica does, which is like "this is not at all realistic or really possible, but we're all horny here so get over it" yknow??

anywayssss

i had to google quickshots (here, for those curious lol) and (1) they will almost definitely be making an appearance in my stuff at some point because you cannot tell me that ghost wouldn't edge soap with that and (2) im obsessed with your vision

smth about soap's dick being taped to his stomach... keeps trying to hump something to get any stimulation but all it does is rub the head of his dick against his abs :( maybe if he works had enough the quickshot will shift just the tiniest bit, but it's never enough to do anything for him

he'll be kneeling beside ghost outside while the other man smokes a cigarette, quivering and just barely shifting his hips, whimpering and whining cause he's so desperate but he doesn't want to humiliate himself further :( inches his hips just a little further up once and yips real loudly, nearly crumples in on himself when he hears laughter

nearly collapses on the walk back to their room because he's so fucking close and ghost just drags him along, nearly strangles him with the leash :( johnny's yipping and barking, trying so hard to crawl fast enough and the way his chest heaves and the way he curls in on himself a bit rubs his cock just right and he's got the really long, really miserable orgasm as ghost drags him along :( hears ghost groan and complain about being tired of having to clean up after his puppy :(

[lovesick-feelings]

Hello! If you have the time can you write a wandered nightmare Freddy with a dating who is a mother figure to the freddles (the little freddies) it can be headcanons or a one shot your choice :)

Anon i'm so sorry this took so long!! (┳Д┳) This turned out waaaaaaaay longer than I was expecting it to be due to all the scenarios of how i wanted to approach this! I actually didn't make this one yandere focused because I wanted to focus more on reader developing a relationship with the Freddles. I may come back to this since this fanfic made me appreciate Nightmare Freddy so much more! As always thank you for requesting beloved anon!! (´• ω •`) ♡

TW: Female reader, Freddles have rabbies or smth

“I can watch over them while you're gone!!” You blurted, making all heads turn towards you. The cub's ears perked up in surprise. Even Nightmare Freddy was taken aback by your suggestion.

Ever since the Freddles ignored their father's commands to leave their last victim's house cat alone, they have been grounded for the night. On those occasions, he’d take the Freddles with him. Making them sit in a corner to think about their actions. This time, however, you couldn't let it happen. 

“₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ Ø₣ ₮Ⱨł₴ ĐɆ₵ł₴łØ₦?”

If this were last month, you would have slept easily knowing you wouldn't have to deal with them. However, things have changed since you started dating the bear, taking the mother role with it. Lately, you've noticed how agitated the toddlers have been acting since their father's recent work load. Repeatedly throwing tantrums and destroying objects more than usual. Even going as far as disobeying orders from their father leading to now. 

You’ve made attempts at trying to engage with the cubs but you'd always end up holding yourself back from fear. It was a common occurrence for the Freddles to become out of hand. Especially with how scared you were of them, you'd rather have them destroy your furniture than maul you. You knew they wouldn't, but the thought still lingered in your mind. There was a reason Freddy had to be there with you to set boundaries.

“Yeah I'm sure” obviously you weren't and Freddy knew it too. He scanned your face before giving his response.

“VɆⱤɎ ₩ɆⱠⱠ. ł₣ ₮ⱧɆɎ ฿Ɇ₲ł₦ ₮Ø ₥ł₴฿ɆⱧ₳VɆ, ₵₳ⱠⱠ ₥Ɇ” Freddy leans over to kiss your head and walks off, disappearing into the shadows. You look back to seeing the boys. The first one looked at you with a deadpan expression, while the other one was trying to hold back their excitement. The last Freddle, still upset, looked away. 

‘Oh boy…’

“Um… who wants sweets?” 

“I DO!!!”

It’s decided. You start the night making sugar cookies together.

“Okay so… we're gonna need this” you peered over cabinets and the fridge collecting ingredients needed for the cookies. Pouring the contents into a bowl, you allow each of the boys to crack an egg and mix it in.

“Hey, I didn't stir yet!” 

“I know just give your brother another second”

 It was always best to equally split everything between the three as one extra second would easily unleash chaos. After each of their turns, you decide to mix the rest of the batter, in case of any leftover chunky, unmixed cake batter.

“Mama?” 

“Mhm?” 

“Can we have sprinkles on the cookies?”

“Yeah sure,” It felt strange when the Freddles would refer to you as “mama”. As cute as it was, you never considered yourself to be a proper mother. A proper mother would love their kids unconditionally, go out of their way to help them, and make them feel happy when they're down. The last time you checked you didn't fit much of the criteria. You often wondered if the Freddles really considered you to be their mother as well.

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts when you heard a loud thud. Your attention snapped towards the boys. One of them climbed the cabinet shelves, knocking over bottles in an attempt to reach the sprinkle bottle.

“Hey don't do that, you're going to get hurt!” You grabbed the bear from behind, putting him down.

“But I wanted to help…” He huffed, hanging his head.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to yell at you” you reach for the sprinkles and put a few on the cookies 

“I don't want you to get hurt. If you need anything you can always tell me, okay?” You smile at him. He looks up and nods. You clean up the mess and place the cookies in an oven. Leaving it to heat up.

“Okay so what should we do next?-”

“TAG!!!” The cub hits your leg. All of a sudden, the three cubs darted to the other direction, leaving you in confusion. 

‘At least give me time to think ’ 

You run behind them trying to catch up with their speed. If there was one game they were best at, it was tag. They knew it because it was the one they suggested playing the most. Within a couple rounds, you could feel yourself slowing down and you think the cubs noticed too, because they're suddenly going slower when it's their turn to catch you. Curse your lack of stamina. 

Luckily, the boys agreed to change games when you suggested playing hide-and-go-seek (for your legs’ sake). Looking for hiding spots, you decide to hide in one of the many wardrobes in your home. For once, they haven't caught you so quickly. 

‘Am I actually winning-’ You felt your victory diminish when something pounced on your back, wrapping its arms around your neck and letting out an inhumane scream.

“Geez!” You jumped. The little boy giggled from the scare, making you sigh. Thank goodness your flexes didn't throw him back.

“I gotcha mama!!” the cub shouts excitedly, still clinging to your neck.

“Yeah good job!” you chuckle, holding onto him from behind so he wouldn't fall.

“You're getting really good at this” 

“I know hehe!”

“Hey you cheated, I was gonna check there next!” The other two ran into your spot. So much for your most successful hiding spot. 

By the time the little ones were tired, the cookies were already done. You run to the oven and remove the hot cookie tray placing the cookies onto a plate to cool down. You settled each one of them down and put on a Halloween movie to watch. 

“Thank you, mama!” They cheered, grabbing the cookies from the plate. You smiled, settling the cookies on the coffee table. Seeing them be so comfortable around you gives you a sense of warmth that you never thought you'd feel for the nightmares.  

“Mama?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can I get some milk?” 

“Me too!” 

“Me three!” 

“Alright, give me a minute to bring them” You stood up and headed to the kitchen. You grabbed some plastic cups and began to pour milk inside. 

“Mama, can I get chocolate with mine?” You jumped from the surprise. He let out a mischievous giggle at your reaction. 

“Sorry, mama!”

“No, don’t worry about it '' You lifted him and placed him on the counter. You were both silent as he watched you bring out chocolate powder and pour some into three different colored cups. 

“Hey mama, why are you so scared of us?” You looked up at him. 

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, you are! Every time you see us you get scared and run away! I thought you hated us for that” Your eyes widened.

“What?! I’m not afraid of you guys! Well..” you paused for a second.

“Yeah, sometimes I get caught off guard by your surprises, but I would never hate you guys for it. If I was I would not be here right now” you pat his head.

“I know I don't show it to you guys a lot, but I really care for you a lot” 

“I love you mama!” He jumps off the counter to hug you, making your heart swell. You gave him a quick squeeze before planting him on his feet.

“I love you too, now let's go back to the movie!” You both made your way back with the cups of milk.

You put each of the cups and the table and made a seat between the cubs on the couch. The boys cuddled up to you as if seeking warmth from the cold while downing their cookies and milk. You embraced them kissing each of their foreheads. For a second, you felt someone else was with you but you shook away the thought. When the film finally came to a close, you peered down at your cubs. It was obvious from their closed eyelids and drowsy faces that the time was near. You stood up.

“Alright, time to go to bed!” The kids shot up and their whining filled the room.

“But mama!-” 

“No buts, you guys will take a bath and go to bed” Their ears drooped down again. You honestly had to pat yourself on the back for that. 

“Wait, can we play one more game!?” 

“A game of hide and seek and then we’ll go to bed!” They gave their best impression of puppy eyes. 

‘Your lucky you’re so cute’ You gave out a dramatic sigh

“Alright fine, we’ll play and then you'll have to get ready” they nodded in agreement.

“And if we win we get to stay up extra longer!!” 

“I never said that!” your immediate response was met with giggling. Without a second notice, you turned to the wall and started counting. Realizing the game had already begun, the cubs fled into hiding. Luckily, it didn't take much to grab the first two. One of them hid under the couch and the other in the cabinet of the kitchen.

‘Now for the third one…’

With the two squirming in your arms, you searched around your home. You searched every nook and cranny yet not a single bear showed up. How is he hiding so well?

“Do we have to shower before bed, mama?”

“Yeah, we're not that dirty!” The other one chimed.

“Of course! Unless you want to scare everyone with your smell,” You scrunched up your face. Just as they burst into laughter, you caught a glimpse of someone running. Looking over, there were crumbs near your dresser. You inched closer to notice the small space between the wall and the dresser. Enough space to fit a child. You were proven right when you peeked over the top to see him holding his mouth from giggling.

‘Aha I found you’  You step back to put down the other two Freddles, putting a finger on your lips. They nodded. Curious of what your next move will be. 

Everything felt as if it were happening in slow motion. The moment you reached out to scare the last Freddle hiding, he squealed and bit your hand, leaving tiny, broad bite marks. You pulled away, causing you to stumble back and hit the ground. The boys quickly rush to your side. 

Their words somehow seemed drowned out from the stinging pain on your hand. Luckily there wasn't much blood leaking from your wound, but the wave of pain was almost unbearable. When you look up towards the children you finally realize their anxious faces. 

“Mama are you okay?!” 

“Does it hurt?!” 

“I’m sorry! I didn't mean to!!” They were obviously afraid. Sure, they had their moments where they played a bit rough, but it was never meant to harm you. You can't help but feel bad for making them worry.

“No no don't worry! It was just an accident. I know you didn't mean to hurt me” The bear nodded his head, tears threatening to spill.

“I know you were scared but you have to be more careful dear” You held out your arms for him to embrace you. The three ran into you, hugging you tightly. You can feel your clothes start to dampen from their tears.

“Sorry, mama…” Their cries were muffled from your clothes. You tried to soothe the boys. 

“Here I’m gonna fix my hand first and then we’ll get the bath ready” They followed you into the bathroom where you bandaged up your hand. For a small bite, you have to admit it certainly packed a punch. You ended up using your other hand to get the bath prepared as you didn’t want others to worry the children with discomfort. 

“You guys want extra bubbles?” 

“Yay!!”

You scrubbed their hair and ears while they played around with the bubbles. It was good seeing them back to their mischievous selves. You don’t think you could handle more gloomy faces tonight. You dried each one of them with a towel and give a fresh pair of clothes. 

“Alright now get into bed!” The boys raced to your bed. Jumping and shifting the once neat covers. Once you appeared, the Freddles settled down and they turned towards you trying to quiet their giggling. The same laughter that once gave you goosebumps now sounds so innocent and adorable. You couldn't help but laugh at it yourself. 

“Are you guys comfortable?” They hummed in unison as you patted down the blankets. All of a sudden, they burst into giggles. 

“What are you laughing about?-” 

“ⱧɆⱠⱠØ~” You jumped.

“PAPA!!” The cubs cheered. Nightmare Freddy let out a chuckle. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ₦’₮ ₲łVł₦₲ ɎØɄⱤ ₥Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ ₳ Ⱨ₳ⱤĐ ₮ł₥Ɇ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?”

“Don’t worry they weren’t being difficult, right boys?” They nodded their heads.

“₲ØØĐ, ₦Ø₩ ⱤɆ₴₮, ₩Ɇ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳₦ ł₥₱ØⱤ₮₳₦₮ ₥ɆɆ₮ł₦₲ ₮Ø₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ₳₦Đ ₩Ɇ ₩ØɄⱠĐ₦’₮ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ₭ɆɆ₱ ØɄⱤ Vł₵₮ł₥₴ ₩₳ł₮ł₦₲” You tucked each one in. Giving them their good night kisses. Nightmare Freddy couldn't help but admire the little family you've built for yourselves. Who knew you could give his cold, dead heart such a jump-start. 

“₴₩ɆɆ₮ ₦ł₲Ⱨ₮₥₳ⱤɆ₴ ₥Ɏ ₵Ʉ฿₴~”

“Sleep well, dearies” 

“Bye mama, bye papa” The Freddles let out before falling into slumber. You both leave, closing the door behind you.

“₴Ⱨ₳ⱠⱠ ₩Ɇ ₮₳₭Ɇ ØɄⱤ ⱠɆ₳VɆ?” You nod. With his hand still wrapped around your waist, Nightmare Freddy leads you to your room. 

“ł ₥Ʉ₴₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₦₭ ɎØɄ ₳₲₳ł₦ ₣ØⱤ ₮₳₭ł₦₲ ₵₳ⱤɆ Ø₣ ØɄⱤ ₵Ʉ฿₴. ɎØɄ ₴₮łⱠⱠ ₳₴₮Ø₦ł₴Ⱨ ₥Ɇ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ ₮ØⱠɆⱤ₳₦₵Ɇ. ₦Ø₮ ɆVɆ₦ ₣ØӾɎ ₵₳₦ ₴₮₳Ɏ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₣ØⱤ ₮ØØ ⱠØ₦₲. ł₴ ₮ⱧɆⱤɆ ₳₦Ɏ ₩₳Ɏ ł ₵₳₦ ⱤɆ₩₳ⱤĐ ɎØɄ?~” 

“A break would be nice” He laughs at your comment. 

“ł ₮ⱧØɄ₲Ⱨ₮ ɎØɄ ₴₳łĐ ₮ⱧɆɎ ₩ɆⱤɆ₦’₮ ฿Ɇł₦₲ Đł₣₣ł₵ɄⱠ₮. ɎØɄ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ⱠɎ ₴ɆɆ₥ɆĐ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ Ⱨ₳Vł₦₲ ₣Ʉ₦. ₳ ₴Ⱨ₳₥Ɇ ɎØɄ ĐłĐ₦’₮ ₴₳VɆ ₥Ɇ ₳₦Ɏ Ø₣ ₮ⱧØ₴Ɇ ₴₩ɆɆ₮₴ ɎØɄ ₥₳ĐɆ” He faked a sniffle.

“You saw?!” You hissed, trying not to raise your voice.

“₩ⱧɎ, Ø₣ ₵ØɄⱤ₴Ɇ~ ł Ⱨ₳Đ ₮Ø ₥₳₭Ɇ ₴ɄⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ ⱧØɄ₴Ɇ Ⱨ₳Đ₦’₮ ₵ØⱠⱠ₳₱₴ɆĐ ฿Ʉ₮, ł₮ ₩₳₴ ₩ØⱤ₮Ⱨ ₴ɆɆł₦₲ ₴Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳ ₱ⱤɆ₵łØɄ₴ ₥Ø₥Ɇ₦₮ ฿Ɇ₮₩ɆɆ₦ ɎØɄ ₳₦Đ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ⱧłⱠĐⱤɆ₦”

He sits on the edge of your bed. Patting his lap while holding out his arms towards you, you sit letting his cold embrace engulf you. You set your head onto his shoulder as he holds you close. While others often search for warmth from their lover, you enjoy his cool body. It was refreshing, like easing your head onto a cold pillow.

“гР₮ⱧɆɎ ⱠɆ₳VɆ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₥₳Ɽ₭₴ Ø₦ ɎØɄ?” You look up to notice Freddy scanning the bite marks one of his little ones left. You could hear the sternness of his voice.

“Yeah, but it's fine. He didn't mean anything by it.” He hummed a response.

“ł’ⱠⱠ Ⱨ₳VɆ ��Ø ₣łӾ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ₦~” He starts kissing your wounds. Taking his time trailing up your arm and onto your neck. 

“Freddy” 

“ɎɆ₴?~”

“Please try to make more time for the children '' You gave him a solemn look 

“I know that you’re busy but you’ve barely made an effort to give an ounce of attention. They are obviously lashing out at everyone because they miss you and-” You stopped your rant when you noticed the grin spreading on his face. 

“ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲ɆĐ ₴Ø ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₮ØĐ₳Ɏ ĐɆ₳Ɽ~” 

“What?” 

“₦Ø ₦ɆɆĐ ₮Ø ₣ⱤɆ₮” He strokes your hair “₥Ɏ ₳₱ØⱠØ₲łɆ₴ ₣ØⱤ ₦Ø₮ ₳ĐĐⱤɆ₴₴ł₦₲ ₮ⱧɆ ₴ł₮Ʉ₳₮łØ₦ ₴ØØ₦ɆⱤ. ł ₳Đ₥ł₮ ₩ØⱤ₭ Ⱨ₳₴ ₮₳₭Ɇ₦ ₳ ₮ØⱠⱠ Ø₦ ₥Ɇ ₳₦Đ ł₮ Ⱨ₳₴ ₴Ⱡł₱₱ɆĐ ₥Ɏ ₥ł₦Đ. ł ₱ⱤØ₥ł₴Ɇ ₮Ø ₮₳Ⱡ₭ Ø₣ ł₮ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ØɄⱤ ₴Ø₦₴ ₮Ø₥ØⱤⱤØ₩”

“It's alright. Thank you for listening”, he held your hands in his rugged, tattered ones. Kissing your hand ever so gently left you flustered. It's so strange how someone you once considered dangerous and twisted can now be so charming. You kissed his cheek and laid your head back on his shoulder.

Tonight went well for your first night alone with your cubs. You knew there was no certainty that future nights would be just as easy, but you were still proud of yourself for what you could do. You may not have much experience with children, but that won't stop you from trying your best for your kids.

[cupoftaae]

also could you write one where tae and y/n had a small fight before a party, but they still decide to go, then y/n drinks way too much bc of the fight, and then taehyung takes care of her and they make up the next morning or smth like thatt 😊 I love your writing!🫶🏻

OOO I love me some angst, *rubs hands together*

Thank for the suggestion, and thank you for reading my writing, it means a lot to me anon <3

word count- 2.1k

warnings- alcohol consumption, body image issues, a fight and some yelling/swearing. wicked hangover and mention of vomit.

Enjoy!!

"I dont understand why you are freaking out, y/n. You look fine"

Taehyung sat on the end of your bed while you stood in the bathroom, rambling about yourself. "because, we are already late and im not really in the mood to go to this party. I hate the way I look in this dress, nothing is working out" you exhale, a tear falling down your cheek as you attempt to curl your hair.

Both of you were getting ready to go to Yoongi and his girlfriend's engagement party, something that has been in the works for months and is finally happening.

You knew you were already a half an hour late, which looks bad not only for tae, but you too, considering you and Yoongi's girlfriend, Jihyo, were friends.

"then just stay home" he shrugged, standing to go lean against the doorframe to the bathroom.

"oh yeah just that easy, let me miss my friends party" you sarcastically spoke. "bet you would like that, to go alone because you are so ashamed of me" you went on, spraying hairspray.

Taehyung ran his hands over his face. He loves you, he really does, but its impossible to convince you to see the bright side of things when you got in your head like this.

you slammed down the can of hairspray and stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into taehyung on the way out. "you are being way too dramatic right now, its not a big deal." he sternly spoke, turning his entire body to watch you rummage through your shared closet.

you stood and looked back, "oh okay" you laughed sarcastically. "you are a man, you dont have to think about yourself the way I do" you huff and walk towards the mirror.

"im tired of looking like this, I want to just be able to put something on and feel beautiful for once" you whisper while running your hands over the front of your dress.

"I think you look sexy" taehyung mindlessly shrugged, making you scoff. "God, thats all you think about, huh?" you shot back.

"What? no-"

"lately you've been incredibly invalidating of how I feel and i'm sick of it"

"How the fuck am I invalidating? Im trying to help, Y/N!!"

"no, you arent. you think you are, but you dismiss what I say, every time I fucking open my mouth Taehyung." you yell, grabbing your purse and walking to the door as your boyfriend followed.

"fine then I will just not talk" he mumbled, making you roll your eyes at his childish behavior. "Yeah, you do that. In fact, dont talk to me all night." you mutter and turn to head for the car, leaving taehyung to follow.

He didnt mean to upset you, he really didnt. He just doesnt understand what you couldnt like about yourself. Perhaps there were better ways to approach you regarding this topic, but right now, the priority was at least showing up to the party before yoongi or Jihyo gets upset.

The car ride remained silent the entire time Taehyung drove. You looked out the window and had slapped his hand away the moment he tried to reach out and squeeze your leg lovingly.

He just doesnt get it, he doesnt understand how you feel, and its not like you can talk it out with him because he always shoots back some fucking stupid line thats is supposedly trying to make you "feel better". Its getting old, and the only thing you wanted to do right now was be away from your boyfriend.

-

Once you both had arrived at the party, Taehyung parked the car along the curb with the other guests vehicles. You hopped out the moment the car came to a stop, practically skipping inside and leaving him in the dust. He scoffed and locked the car, getting out and walking in at his own pace.

"Y/N!" Jihyo smiled and ran over once she saw you inside her home.

You pushed through some of the guests and made your way over to your friend, hugging her affectionately. "Hi, congratulations! im sorry Im late" you pout and pull away to see her. "No worries love, is taehyung coming too?" she asks, pulling you into the kitchen.

"mhm...unfortunately" you laugh and grab a cracker off the snack plate. "unfortunately?" Jihyo smiles and nudges you. "yeah. We had a fight before we got here" you whisper to her, eyes darting to see Taehyung walk into the living room with a wide boxy smile as he greeted everyone.

"Ohhh.." she nods, understanding. "Im sorry, hun" she rubs your arm. "its ok, I just need alcohol." you joke, making her laugh as she dragged you into Yoongi's wine room, something he was immensely proud (and pretentious) of.

"I think he wont mind If we use this one" Jihyo spoke, reaching for the top bottle and bringing it back into the kitchen for the both of you.

"Taehyung!!" Yoongi cheered, walking back downstairs to see his friend standing in the living room. He hands him a bottle of beer and hugs him.

"Hyung! Congrats again, you and Jihyo have a very lovely home. Its changed so much since last July when I visited." He smiled, thanking him for the beer as they engaged in conversation. "Thank you, we renovated the kitchen and expanded it, wanna see?" he asked with excitement, tae nodded, following him.

"yeah so then I came home and he just kind of blurted it out, it was really sweet and intimate, I actually preferred it over a public proposal." you watched as your friend refilled your glass, telling you the story of how Yoongi proposed.

"ah, Jihyo thats so sweet" you put your hand over your chest, taking another sip as you lean against the counter. "I hope I get to experience that"

"taehyung is a sweet guy, i have no doubts he will pull out all the stops for you" she smiled

"hm?" taehyung mummers, walking in and hearing his name.

your eyes dart open, mad he had found you. "yoongi!" you walk over and hug him, congratulating him.

"Y/n! its nice to see you again, been way too long" he laughed and patted your back. "do you like the kitchen? he cuts, Taehyung watching as you sip on your wine.

"its lovely!!"

"indeed" taehyung adds on, stepping in front of yoongi to stand behind you.

"hes always talking about his kitchen" Jihyo giggled and walked up to her fiance, hugging him. "well yeah it was a lot of work" he shrugged and laughed

you smile as you watch them both be cute little shits, reluctantly turning when you feel your boyfriends hand tickling your lower back. "what??" you bit, making his hands raise in defense.

"youre still mad?....baby..cmon" he whined, trying to pull you into his embrace but you step back and leave the kitchen, going to have fun with the other guests in the living room.

yoongi pulls away from his soon to be wife and raises his eyebrows, full of questions. "they had a fight" jihyo giggled and patted his chest, walking out of the room as well.

"ah jihyo, wait" Taehyung runs up, whispering

"hm?" she turns

"make sure she doesnt drink too much, please?" he asked with serious eyes, making her nod. "shes a big girl, I think she will be okay but yes, ill keep an eye on her" she smiled

"thank you, shes not usually a drinker but tends to overdo it sometimes when shes angry..."he spoke, laughing a bit at the end.

Jihyo giggled, "gotcha"

he looked over at you hugging your friend and dancing slightly. you looked so beautiful and all he wanted to do was wrap you up in his arms and kiss you, but he couldn't. He needed to apologize for hurting your feelings, but there was no way you would even let him go near you to do so.

He sighed and sat down, accepting another beer as he silently ate chips.

-

"IM A GROWN WOMAN, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!!!" you slurr-sing as you and your friend Chae sing along to karaoke after having a few drinks.

most of the guests had left, and it was nearing midnight, so the remaining party-goers were you, Taehyung, Chae, namjoon and Jungkook.

Taehyung was ready to tap out. He was exhausted, and didnt think he was going to be here this long. The only reason he still is, is well, you. He sat on the couch between yoongi and jungkook, fighting sleep as he watched you let loose with your friends.

You still hadnt talked to him for the majority of the party, but somewhere deep down he was actually glad to see you happy for the first time today.

Jihyo giggled and ran back downstairs as she watched them sing, sitting next to yoongi. He sternly looked at her, "what did she drink?" he asked, taehyung leaning over to look at jihyo as well.

She smiled and mumbled, "some wine..."

yoongi sat up "what wine?"

"your....wine..."she tried not to giggle as taehyung glared. "I told you to not let her drin-" taehyung was cut off as you ran over and sat on him.

He blushed and lightly placed his hands around you, "you ok?" he asked, "im tired" you yell, meaning to whisper but failing to do so.

"okay baby...you wanna go home? good job singing by the way"

you sat up immediately and crossed your arms. "im supposed to be mad at you" you slurred, turning to walk away but stumbling and almost falling, "be careful!" tae spoke, jumping up.

"Ill be whatever I want!" you bite back.

"i think we are gonna go, im sorry guys" tae spoke, holding you up by your arm.

"nono dont apologize please, its late and you guys stayed long enough" yoongi laughed, "yes go take care of y/n, shes gonna feel that tomorrow im sure"

Tae smiled and picked you up gently, managing to get you into the car outside without a fight.

"we are going home now ok?" he whispers as he drives safely down the street. you dont talk, rather mumble in response to everything. Once you are outside your apartment, he holds you up the stairs as he puts his key into the door.

"uehhhh" you whine and pull away, leaning off the railing and suddenly throwing up. "oh!" tae drops his key and runs over, rubbing your back and pushing your hair out of the way until you were done.

"im never drinking again" you slur and fall against him. "i know baby" he consoles, picking his key up and getting you inside to help clean you up and get into bed.

Once he managed to get you into the bathroom, he carefully put you on top of the counter as he changed you into you pajamas. you remained staring with a mean glare, making him laugh.

"what?" he smiled and put one of his old tshirts over your head and onto your body.

"Im mad at you"

"ok...we can talk about it tomorrow ok?" he sighed and washed your face with a cloth before ushering you into bed. he placed Tylenol and water on the bedside table and got close to you, beginning to talk but realizing you were already asleep.

he smiled and cuddled into you, falling asleep eventually.

-

The next morning, Taehyung was awoken by the sounds of you throwing up in the bathroom. He rushed out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hated getting sick.

"you ok, baby?" he whispers, watching you lean back against him on the bathroom floor, groaning.

"I shouldnt have drank so much"

he hums and runs his hand through your hair, kissing your head.

its silent for a moment.

"Im sorry for being such a dick yesterday, it was wrong and I should have been more understanding"

you grab his hand with yours, shaking your head. "its ok, I was also being irrational and mean. you are a good boyfriend, tae" you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, feeling lingering nausea.

"I love you" he spoke

"I love you too" you managed to smile.

"no more fighting?"

"no more fighting" you nodded.

he kissed your hand. "if we ever get into another fight just know I have you singing beyonce at the party on video, blackmail for days"

you whipped around, "no...."

"yes...."

"I will cut your dick off if you do that, watch it, kim" you glare, making him laugh. "now get out, before I puke on you"

[sugar-omi]

okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!

what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))

mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.

this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.

ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time

(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)

okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH

(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)

ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3

n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3

but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you

will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change

if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...

I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love

you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before

which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.

once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it

now if you get married...

I imagine cove won't propose at all

like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...

in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween

but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him

he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.

and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.

first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory

but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:

"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"

and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."

also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.

!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea

okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever

that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth

(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)

or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.

now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child

another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it

even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.

I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them

and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."

of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.

you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.

"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...

but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.

I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...

anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.

well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,

baxter."

pa."

cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.

if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.

ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course

I also think cove is very scared abt being a father

especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.

he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter

baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father

cries if they call him dad btw

if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..

cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear

either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"

n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him

if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course

but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)

well... actually no he does

hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder

adopts them like immediately basically

I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)

n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))

imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two

and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..

and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time

(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)

"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes

the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.

you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."

also!! smth I just thought of...

imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid

like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL

(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)

[caramelstarlight]

HIYA!! I saw that you'd requests open and that you love Tighnari, and I love Tighnari too! So I just wanted to request you to write a Tighnari story with hurt/comfort. Idk if you've heard of that one tik tok audio where the guy tells his wife that the girl he's cheating on her with is exactlylike her and when his wife asks him why it couldn'thave been her he says "Cuz she'ssofrer than you. She's kinder. She doesn'tyell at me and make me small." or smth along those lines. But like imagine that, but your ex partner is saying that, and Tighnari, who was your best friend (who was low-key in love with you but never said anything because you were happy with your ex), overhearing your now ex saying that to you. And he can almost hear your heart shattering cuz reader has always been loud, talkative, bossy, and sarcastic, so he couldn't imagine the amount of hurt they must've felt cuz hearing that from someone's gotta hurt like he'll :( And he sees you walk away looking down defeated and sad and decided to follow you to comfort you

Anyways, that's it! I hope you're doing well and you don't have to do the request if you don't want to. Just thought I'd dump my thoughts here :P

I keep forgetting to post these after I’m done. (I put it on save to draft and forget to post it when I’m done-) Started playing HSR again. (My sister has 6 five stars help. Hoyo hates me I have never won a 50/50)

(Yay yippie story) (below)

Comfort after Heartbreak

Tighnari x Reader (Hurt/Comfort) (Also you get a bit of revenge lol.) (And yay happy ending. IM SO EXCITED FOR FONTAINEE I CANT WAIT. I LOVE LYNEY. I LOVE MAGICIANSS HES MONOPRYO THO AUGGHHH.

I have gotten all waypoints beside one and I know what it is but can’t get to it 😭

“You’re cheating on me…-?” You asked him as your eyes started to let loose tears with your heart shattering. “She treats me better than you. She’s kinder and doesn’t yell at me.”

“Fine-…” You said as you lowered your head and covered your face away from him. Staying like that for a few moments before slapping him hard on the face. Walking away with ur hands closed into fists, trying to ignore the pain as your body trembled.

Tighnari managed to hear the conversation you both had. As you walked away he tapped your shoulder as your peered over. Asking if you were okay. “I’m fine Nari- it’s just… it’s ju- just a heartbreak. I’ll get through it.” You said as you tried to push him away.

“No you’re not.” He stated as his grip on your arm tighten. Grabbing your attention again. “I think you would appreciate a hug right?” You nodded as you turned around and hugged him. Which he embraced as his ears lowered and slightly wagged his tail.

“You deserve better…” He stated as he heard your sniffles. Trying to comfort you as he starred at the direction you came from. Looking for your ex. Seeing he wasn’t nearby he focused on you again.

“I can’t believe him. Don’t listen to what he said. You’re unique.” He said as you looked up to him. Wiping the tears away from your eyes as he smiled softly.

“If he doesn’t love you, don’t worry. There’s someone else who does.” He said as he hoped you would get the hint which you didn’t as you were still sad. But you nodded your head before giving it some thought. “Wait- You-?” You’d ask him as he nodded. “Are you sure-?” You asked him. “Of course, why would I have said my earlier statement?” Earning a laugh out of him.

“But are you ready for another relationship? You just got out of one. I don’t want to push you out of your comfort zone.” He said as he caressed your hand as he waited for an answer.

“if it’s with you, I’m willing to try.” You said with confidence as your grip on his hand tightened slightly.

[selineram3421]

Okay so get ready for a long ask

So the reader is friends with Alastor, and Vox decided to use the reader (I'm just gonna use them) against him and starts controlling them and then finally starts using them to hurt Alastor (maybe he's unwilling to hurt them or something?)

And in the song Smile Like You Mean It he goes "let me introduce you to a friend of mine... Husker?" (Ofc it's in a very different context but that's the line that inspired this whole hare-brained idea) so he says something like that and then Husker shows up behind them(reader) and like holds them down or something and then Alastor uses them to talk to Vox or something and says like "this will not go unnoticed" or smth (I'm not good with dialogue lol) and then frees them(reader)

Idk this would probably take multiple parts so if you don't want to do it I completely understand!

Oooooo! Thank you for giving me more detail. I got chu.

In Your Control

Alastor & Mind Controlled Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mind control, kidnapping, blood and light torture ⚠

When you started to regain consciousness, your thoughts began to take over.

Why does my head hurt? Geez, what the hell happened..

You remember going out to get something Niffty asked for, you leaving the store and passed the corner of it, but nothing after seeing the t.v.'s from across the street.

Without opening your eyes, you make sure to control your breathing and stay as still as possible. It hurt to keep your head hanging like it was. You just knew you were going to need to take care of it once whatever this situation was over.

For now, you had to focus on your other senses.

You felt cold, maybe somewhere in a basement or another ring in Hell. Wires? Wrists hurt meaning you were tied up. Flickering lightbulb that you could hear, and some muffled music coming from above. A club? Or a bar?

"When the fuck are they gonna wake, I'm bored.", someone says.

"Shut up, we'll get paid soon. Vox is on his way.", another demon replies.

Vox? What the hell does he want?

It happens too quickly for you to really notice that you've opened your eyes. One of the assholes hit your face.

"They're awake! Finally!", the grey skinned lizard demon says. They grab your bloody chin and lean in close. "Kinda a looker, wonder if-"

You spit in their face before they can continue.

They reel back and wipe their face. "You piece of shit!", the lizard yells and hits your face again.

"Knock it off, Vox is here."

A chill runs through you and you frown when seeing the T.V. demon. "Good work, now beat it.", he says, tossing a stack of cash at the two.

They leave the room, one grumbling about how it's not the right amount.

The door closes.

You stay quiet and glare at him.

Vox dusts off his suit, clearing his throat. "Hello and good evening! I'm-!"

"I know who you are.", you interrupt.

He scowls at you. "As I was saying, I'm Vox. The Television Overlord, handsome provider of Hell's entertainment!"

"Obviously not mine.", you laugh. "I'd flip you off but my hands are quite literally tied."

The blue tinted demon pulls out a remote and smirks.

"What? Are you gonna put on some stupid cringey movie like Tw-", you start.

He presses a button and electricity runs through the wires you're tied up in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!", you scream, clenching your hands, feeling painful shocks and your body convulsing.

It stops after what feels like ten minutes.

"Not my t.v. remote but it is my favorite!", he grins.

You twitch, your body still effected from the sudden shock. "You mother fuc-"

He pushes the button again.

"AAAAAAAAAHCK!"

After a few more shocks, Vox steps up to you and pulls your head back to see your face.

"I've got big plans for you, pet of the Radio Demon."

You grunt, feeling more uncomfortable than before. A strong headache forming in your head.

"This will only take a short while."

I listened to the song! Its pretty good. Had it on loop while typing this up.

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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ML for Alastor🎙

ChL for IYC

[scummy-writes]

"What were you thinking? You could've been hurt!" w/ Silvio or "I ran here to catch you before you left. I need to tell you something." w/ Isaac <3 uwu Whichever works best for you~

Night air doesn't cool the fury running through your veins, nor the heat in your eyes. All it manages to do is keep you from the main street, annoyed with it brushing your hair in your line of sight.

Its there, between stone walls, that you finally breathe. A shuddering release of air, causing your hands to clench further, nails digging painfully into your palms. Here, you'd be alone. Here, you could seethe and let your bitter tears flow.

Yet, that damned jangling noise seems to haunt you further. In the near distance, you could hear each clank of jewelry coming closer with each step he took. And in that moment, you're still too pissed to think clearly. Instead, you turn to dive further into the alleyway, biting your lip near to the point of blood. Because if you see him, you'll break. You know you would. And damned if you'd let him know that.

But your luck only goes so far with you before you hear his voice, barking out at you. You try to ignore it and perservere, however his firm grip grasps your wrist like a vice, tugging you back towards him.

"Ya can't just run off like that! What are you, crazy?!"

"Let me go!"

"What were you thinkin'? Runnin' off into a backway like this. What if there were creeps- you could have been hurt!"

Each concern of his is blown away. His fingers still hold your wrist, and in a fit of anger overtaking you, you tug with such an intensity that Silvio finally shuts up for a moment as you take your hand back.

"Like you give a shit, you've been a creep since the first day we met!"

"Wha- when the hell have I ever hurt you like that? I wouldn't stoop that fuckin' low!"

"Yeah? Well you're fully willing to hurt me in other ways, you bastard!" In your anger you finally face him, voice shrill as tears finally shed- much to your dismay. But you're tired. You're so tired of wanting to be treated as more. More than just an outlet for whatever his whims were.

And in the heat of your emotions, you neglect to notice how taken aback he is as you continue to yell, "I have my limits too!! You can't keep treating me like that!"

Those words seem to echo against the stone walls, and all you register is Silvio's eyes wide in shock. There isn't disgust or anger on his face, but another emotion creeps in. And, just as quick, Silvio looks away.

...but the tips of his ears still poke through his hair, letting your see how red they are before he curses out again.

"Just... let's go back, okay? You can tear me a new one then when we're out of this damn freezing weather. Yer gonna get sick."

In the silence, your breath comes a little easier. The night air settles into your bones, almost all at once, reminding you of how you're not a pit of fire and brimstone- you're human, and you're cold. The streaks down your cheeks hurt, and you're quick to rub your palms against your arms, the fight slowly seeping out of you now that tears had come and gone.

"....Okay."

That one word takes all the air from your lungs.

You can hear a sharp slew of words, but Silvio finally turns towards you. Avoiding your gaze, he all but tosses you his cloak, muttering out about how crazy you are once again.

But after his warmth is around your shoulders, making you feel small and watched for, you hear another muttering of words, ones he'd be too ashamed to admit he finally said. And just like that, guilt eats you alive, mixed in with heavy embarrassment.

Both of you could have bad days, it seemed.

-----

Pre-relationship *nods*. I like the idea of a couple bickering their way into each others hearts. I'll let you decide whatever they argued about. In my mind, its not as serious as it sounds, she just hit a Breaking Point and Silvio is fucking bewildered that she had one.

Thank you for sending smth in!!

[kiankiwi]

I saw that u write for criminal minds sooooooooo

Cg Bau x little reader while she is in babyspace and non-verbal and someone hurt her but they dont notice it until she get Afraid of something that she wasnt Afraid of like her crib or smth. And they found out

Okay! I think I'm gonna do Spencer for this one :) It's not my best but I hope you like it <3 feel free to send me anything else you would like me to write :)

You were careful not to regress until at least you were on the jet. This case was rough on everyone but especially you since you fought with the unsub and had a gun held to your head. He had even locked you in his torture chamber and had tried to chain you to the wall before the team got there. Thank god the team got there in time to save you from becoming another victim.

Reid could tell you were trying not to slip. He sat next to you on the jet and rubbed your back and let you lean into him for cuddle. "Feeling small baby?" You stayed quiet and grabbed at Reid's badge, playing with it. You loved to play with Reid's badge when you were tiny. "Do you want a paci?" Reid whispered.

Everyone on the team knew about your regression so you didn't feel the need to deny it. You nodded and Reid went into his go back and pulled out a pink finger paci, handing it to you. You sucked hard on it. "Oooh, we got a tiny one on our hands now?" Hotch asked you, offering you a rare grin. You just whined and hid behind Reid's shoulder.

"Alright, alright baby, you're okay, Hotch's just teasing." Reid said as he scooped you up and held you in his lap where he hoped you'd sleep for the rest of the flight.

Later that night, you were calm but still nonverbal and you've never been silent this long before. Even in babyspace, Reid still heard you excitedly babble every now and then. But after fighting with the unsub? Nothing. Reid sat on the floor with you as you laid on your playmat, playing with the arch with hanging toys when he poked your belly to get your attention.

"Hey baby, are you okay? You know you can talk to daddy if something's wrong right? Daddy misses your lovely voice bubba." You decided to ignore your daddy and attempted to roll away from him. "Hey, hey, where you going?"

You guys played for a while longer until it was time for bed. Reid gave you a bath and got you into your pajamas and you still didn't say a word. Giving up on asking you to speak, Reid made you a warm bottle and brought you up to your nursery. You were fine UNTIL Reid adjusted you in his arms and shut your nursery door. Then you started violently sobbing remembering the chains on the wall in the unsubs rooms. You did NOT want to be shut in this room.

"What baby? What's the matter?" Spencer nearly dropped your bottle as you wriggled around in his arms, trying to get out of the room. Spencer bounced you and shushed you, trying to show you everything was fine. "It's okay baby, you're okay. I promise."

Reid walked over to your crib and attempted to put you in it but you didn't want the bars around you. As he attempted to lower you in, you held onto his neck, not wanting to leave the safety of his arms. You screamed louder, getting snot and drool all over his shirt. "Baby, what is up with you?" Reid asked. You pointed to the door, hoping he would understand.

"What baby? It's just you and me at home right now." You shook your head and pointed incessantly at your closed nursery door. "Are you scared?" Reid asked. You answered by snuggling against Reid's neck. "Here, how about we try this..." Holding onto you, Reid walked over to your door and opened it, leaving it ajar on purpose.

You significantly calmed down as he swayed you in his arms. "There, is that better? I'm sorry that scared you baby, but I promise you're safe with daddy now. Can we sit and have a bottle now?" You looked over to where Reid dropped your bottle and reached toward it.

Reid got the bottle and brought you over to the rocking chair. You tried to sleep as daddy rocked you but you weren't relaxed enough from your scare to sleep just yet. You whined, getting overtired but too jarred to sleep. "You're okay sweetie. Here should we walk around?"

Reid went downstairs and walked around the house with you laying your head on your shoulder.

It took an extra twenty minutes of him pacing but you finally started snoring on his shoulder. Reid smiled and decided to lay you in the bassinet that was in his room just in case you woke up and got scared again. "Goodnight, lovie. Daddy loves you so so much." Reid whispered.

@bellanotchewrites @elvisthesillygoose

[notquiteaghost]

i have a disease where seeing fun jokey fan content abt smth canonically tragic just makes me think abt the canonical tragedy even more. this post is about post-order 66 commander cody working closely with darth vader

because, yeah, okay, lot of comedic potential inherent in that dynamic. but personally i can't think about vader for more than three seconds without starting to want to rend my clothes and wail, so, in that vein,

one of the Things about post-order 66 cody is, like. [bucky barnes voice] but i did it. as far as he knows he DID kill obi-wan! he did that! and even if he learns he didn't actually order the killing blow, he did still order the killing blow. whether or not obi-wan is still, technically, alive doesn't negate that order 66 killed him. post-rots obi-wan is a dead man walking, a ghost in the sense of that siken quote; a ghost is something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

and one of the other things is. cody, during the clone wars, is a man with absolutely no meaningful agency and no good choices trying to do the best he can. and then it turns out his best was functionally meaningless, it turns out even when he thought he was managing to defy his explicitly-given purpose he was actually playing right into the hands of it, nothing he has ever done has meant anything good. it's a very fundamental part of the story of star wars, imo, that almost no one involved in the defeat of the empire was there for the birth of it. the specific way sidious won is so insanely demoralising. you thought you were doing good! you were sure! (you told yourself you were sure!) how can you ever be sure again!

so. all my love to stories about cody defecting, but my go-to interpretation is. he stays with the empire, until it kills him too, because it is so incredibly easy to continue as you were. leaving would be a decision. leaving would mean he is capable of deciding not to follow bad orders, and then why didn't he do it sooner. there is no space left in him for agency, even if the chip does allow for some, because if he has no agency it wasn't his fault. and if it wasn't his fault he can get out of bed and try to mitigate damage where he can.

(or not even that. i do like the idea that the chips aren't straight-up overwriting personhood so much as making personhood deeply unappealing. what good has personhood ever done you. all that effort and for what? you're still here. isn't it easier just to follow orders.

like i don't think pre-tcw / pre-chips works treated the clone troopers with much respect but there is something There re: agency & following bad orders & how real non-mind-controlled people do terrible things for no good reason all the time. cartoon network show, not going to do moral complexity, anyway i'm getting off topic)

so!!! speaking of guys who fucked up and now can't acknowledge they fucked up or their whole everything will crumble out from under them like so much sand!!!!

vader is also a guy with a chronic lack of agency who was manipulated into horrible acts and has now sunk cost fallacy'd himself into continuing to do more horrible acts forever. this isn't me being an apologist (it lied), this is the point of vader's character. you CAN, at any time, choose to be better! vader didn't, though. vader didn't for twenty years, because, again, the thing about choosing to be better is it's hard. it means you weren't doing good before. it means you cannot just mindlessly follow someone else, it means you have to think and make choices and take action.

it says a lot about vader that he only turned back to the light at the end. it's a lot easier to throw the last twenty years of your life away when you've only got to reckon with having done it for, like, five minutes. vader is a cautionary tale about the slippery slope of refusing to reckon with what you've done.

so. putting vader & cody in the same room...... two guys blaming themselves for killing obi-wan kenobi (the republic) while actively working for the guy who actually killed obi-wan kenobi and also so many others (the republic). and i don't think they would ever talk about that. i don't think they'd ever talk about anything, i do not think you can lean that far into being someone else's tool and remain capable of talking about yourself. but there sure is an elephant in that room with them, huh. it sure is holding a lightsaber and wearing a robe and very, very dead.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Anything youre comfortable with, I'm gender fluid anyways. For plot, maybe first impressions? It's my first time requesting smth so...

Wonderful!! Will do, Kaze! <3

~*~*~*

Content: I decided male reader for this

Warnings: None, I believe.

Notes: EDDDD THE SHORT KING <333 Apparently he started off in the series as 4'11". Also, this is a little shorter, but it's funny lol <3

~*~*~*

(Y/n) was just trying to eat his dinner peacefully for the night. The restaurant was small and not too busy, it was just one of many ramen places. It was relatively quiet in the place. He was pretty sure he was the only customer.

Then, the door opened with a loud bang!

"I can't believe her!" A tiny blonde man came sauntering in, a taller man in a full suit of armor coming in behind him.

(Y/n) just sat there dumbfounded. 'What the hell...? Who're these two?'

The two of them were seated near (Y/n), who could only stare more. Eventually, the tiny one with anger issues noticed, and began to pipe up.

"What're you lookin' at?" The short man growled.

"You're...really tiny." (Y/n) spoke bluntly.

The guy in the suit of armor seemed to tense, while the tiny one just became angrier. He let out a growl before lunging at (Y/n), but the suit of armor caught him mid-air.

"Sorry! So sorry about my brother! He's sensitive about his height..." The suit of armor spoke with an oddly high voice...

"Uh...sorry." (Y/n) says, still stunned by their peculiar appearances.

"Yeah?! You will be sorry!" The tiny one screams.

"Hey, hey, calm down...here, as an extension of my apology, allow me to buy you both dinner."

That immediately calmed down the tiny man. "Alright, sure."

So, he did. He bought the two whatever they wanted for dinner that night, much to his wallet's chagrin...but, at least the small one wasn't angry with him.

"Y'know, I never got your names." (Y/n) said.

"Oh, I'm Edward Elric." The small one comments.

"I'm Alphonse Elric. We're brothers." The suit of armor happily gestures between the two of them.

"Ah, makes more sense now. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." He smiles at the two.

Edward seems a bit taken aback by the smile, but covers up his flustered expression by drinking his drink. Alphonse keeps up the polite small talk while Edward sizes (Y/n) up. The (color) hair glowed nicely in the light of the restaurant, his voice smoothly talking over the quiet music in the background.

Edward felt his face heat up when (Y/n) looked at him.

"Would you like to add something, Edward? You've been staring at me all night, and barely touched your food."

"What?! I'm fine! Sh-shut up!" Edward suddenly lept forward and ate quickly out of his ramen bowl.

(Y/n) chuckled and nodded, continuing to talk to Alphonse about something. After everything was paid for, the trio left the restaurant. Alphonse and (Y/n) were saying their goodbyes.

"I'll see you around, yeah, Edward?" (Y/n) smiles at the boy.

"...Ed."

"Hm?"

"Ed. Just- just call me Ed." The fiery blonde glanced away, face heating up once again.

"Aw, okay, Ed. I'll see you around." (Y/n) ruffled his hair before walking away.

Alphonse yelled a "goodbye!' after their new friend before nudging his brother.

"You were totally checking him out."

"I was not!"

[ynluvy]

i love you 3000. | j.h 

synopsis: after a long, stressful day, jeonghan never leaves your side.

genre : fluff

warnings : boyfriend!non-idol!jeonghan consoles and cuddles with you after , PDA, sappy stuffs, a couple tears ngl, yelling in the beginning, black!reader, reader has an office job and works in a cubicle. reader’s boss is a bonafide asshole. past trauma mentioned. lowercase intended, jeonghan likes babying reader.

bingo’s note : okay, hey. thanks to anyone that waited on me to write smth, (if you guys even did wait, i literally took forever sobs.) but anyway,  ill try to make longer stories (that make sense), and be consistent with writing, i was thinking every wednesday, saturday, and sunday? ill post it most likely. love you weirdos.

word ct. : 1006

SLAM !

a fat wad of papers hit your desk as you were typing away on your computer, shaking your cubicle and causing you to jump. you look up and see your boss, fuming as his hand moves to the other pile of papers on your desk. “look at all of this work you haven’t done, y/n! what have you been doing all of this time, huh? all of these projects are past the deadline!” he shouts, picking up small folders and waving them around erratically. you flinch every time one gets too close to your face as tears well up in your eyes. 

you stand, bowing respectfully and keeping your head down. “i’m sorry mr. tae, it won't ever happen again.” you keep it short, since your boss isn’t one for excuses. “well i hope not, whatever is going on in your personal life doesn’t matter once you come here, and i damn sure won't be giving another one of these warnings. get it together, y/n. i’m serious.” he says before slamming the folders on one stack of papers and walking back to his office. you lift your head and see eyes on you, some pitying and some snarky ones. you sit back down in your chair and breathe deeply, tears threatening to leave your eyes as you rub your shoulders trying to calm yourself down. 

soon it's 7 pm, and you pack up to go home. after clocking out, you leave the building and get to your car, starting it and driving home. on the way, your boss’s words stuck to you. what was wrong? was it the fact you’ve had to work all week, morning to evening? or was it that jeonghan had to work when you were off, and you never got to see him unless he was getting into bed and falling asleep? maybe tonight you could stay up and talk to jeonghan for a bit before you both go to bed? after an internal debate, you've decided that you will.

you arrive at your shared flat with your boyfriend, jeonghan. the two of you have been dating for seven months, and it’s almost the eighth now that you think about it. jeonghan was your best friend before the two of you decided to be together, and because of that he knows you like the back of his hand. what you like, what you don’t, your hobbies, everything. Likewise for you as well. you know when hes angry with you or with something else, when he's bored, when he's sad. you know when he's excited and hungry when you buy his favorite food or snacks. and you both know that you love each other.

you ride the elevator up to your floor and walk to your door, putting the key in the lock and turning, causing the door to open. you walk in and you see jeonghan sitting in a chair, a bouquet of flowers and what looks to be your favorite pastry. tears well up in your eyes as you kick your shoes off and rush to hug him. he hugs you back and rubs your head, smiling warmly and rocking you from side to side. he lets you cry,stroking your back then switching back to your head. 

jeonghan knows your boss isn't the best person to work for, and that you put up with him to pay your share of the bills. he knows that it stresses you out and frustrates you when he nitpicks at everything you do, and he also knows that it takes you back to a dark place when he’s feeling particularly bitchy. this isn't the first time he's consoled you after a stressful work day.

one night he woke up to you crying softly, trying not to wake him up. You held onto his arm as you sobbed, tears streaming down your beautiful face. he hugs you and you wipe your tears quickly, sniffing as you tried to assure him he was fine and that he needed rest. he grinned, glad that you still cared about him, and told you not to cry and to push through because one day you wont need to work a job. one day he was going to care for you, and protect you from any slick-mouthed bastards like your boss. from that moment forward he started working overtime at his job, taking extra shifts and skipping lunch breaks. 

he pulls away to kiss your lips. he wipes your tears with his thumb as you kiss him back. You pull away. “can we just cuddle and watch disney movies ,please?” you ask and he chuckles at your cuteness. “sure thing, my love. let me put these flowers in a vase and i'll be in there with some snacks and we’ll watch every single disney movie there is out there, yeah?” you nod and go to the room to change and turn a movie on. He gets done in the kitchen and comes to your shared bedroom.

You both lay in bed, in each others embrace as the movie plays and soon enough you’re dozing off. after a fight to stay awake, you succumb to sleep. jeonghan looks over and sees your sleeping, chuckles and kisses your head, and wonders how he got so lucky.

[misc-obeyme]

questions.. I love qiestions

If it's an MC, did they get to the Devildom in the usual way or were they already aware of it? How do they interact with the demons? What's their first impression upon arriving in the Devildom? Basics about their personality like are they outgoing or shy? Something specific about them, like if they have a phobia or a special power, etc.

OKAY I'm going to do a very very short description of him- he's m- jk

he wasn't chosen for the program at first. He was, mistakenly brought to the devildom. a tiny error lol. the original exchange student (Pari) was summoned a few minutes after and then they deal with the terrified wet injured cat™ smth smth later they decided that he will be staying too until they find a safe place for him in the human world.

and plans changed after Leviathan almost amputated his hand :"

and that's why he lives in the HOL.( always annoyed me how mc lives with the demon brothers instead of other exchange students lol no idc about canon)

he was running from his old abusers when he, being the magic magent he was, was summoned to the devildom. he didn'vknow wether he died by his abusers, or was saved, or a secret third thing. yep he was silent and dissociated in the first week. hehe trauma

he was very wary of his surroundings at the start, but slowly got more comfortable around the cast, minus Levi, Mammon and Simeon. he hates how Mammon doesn't respect his privacy and Levi makes him too overwhelmed. Simeon on the other hand? he's scary to him. kinda funny from someone who's friend is Barbatos lol

and now about his weird power,,

And what does Barbatos do once he figures out that Sharo has the same power as him? I mean, he's gotta be curious I bet he doesn't run into that ever.

I hope Barbatos tells him about it so that Sharo realizes the truth about what's happening. I suspect that'd be kind of a relief to finally understand why he's having those visions and things.

Barbatos realizes it pretty early in the castle tour, but keeps it hidden for the next three-four years. in that time only Diavolo, Lucifer, Simeon and Solomon knew about it.

I mean he didn't really think it was necessary for Sharo to know. it was better that he thought they were hallucinations - such power can destroy a human's brain and soul. not to mention his power was.. "illegal" (for the lack of a better word) and he was too weak at that time to fight against the higher ups.*

and it was Sharo who brought it up first. — "I feel like I can change the future. it, it just doesn't make sense you know-" — and then he understood what he was. that time he had powerful magic. with power of the seven strongest demons in the universe and the ring of light on his side, so it was safe for him to know. he was still very weak in this ability of his, so Barbatos decides to take him under his wing and teach him how to control it.

The fact you've got human in quotes makes me think Sharo must not be fully human? Is this at all related to Lilith's angel DNA or is it something different?

he isn't lilith's descendant! Lilith didn' have any children when she was a human, since his corrupted angel DNA just.. killed any baby she tried to have. sad ending😅 (nw she comes back but this isn't important) he is something else.*

*they both are too complicated to put here- I've written them, but it will turn this already long message to a 5000+ word non-sense lmao

this is the first time i'm publicly talking abt this marysue bastard I feel embarrassed :((

Okay, first of all, please don't feel embarrassed. My blog is always a safe space for all MC and OC ideas, Mary Sue or otherwise!

I think it's pretty normal for MCs to have their own extra powers and such like! I mean, the generic OM MC is already totally OP so.

Anyway, this all sounds really interesting to me!

So he wasn't even meant to be there! Oops! What happens with the other exchange student? Do they become friends or is it more like they avoid him?

Ahh oh no trauma. Well okay and I get the thing with Mammon, that guy is always bursting in unannounced! Simeon made me laugh, but he's also different from Barbatos imo. They both hide their true feelings, but Simeon acts like he doesn't while Barb doesn't act like he isn't hiding stuff. Like Simeon is the one going "Oh, what, I'm not hiding anything." and Barb is like "Yes, I am not telling you everything. It is for your own good." lol I love them both, but I would understand why that difference might make him uncomfortable!

Okay okay, so knowing about his power might actually be worse than believing he was having hallucinations... I was thinking I would want to know if I was experiencing something like that and everybody made me think it was just my brain malfunctioning when really it was magic. Though if it's problematic magic, then I see why it could be better to not know! I'm still glad he figures it out though lol.

And Barbatos doesn't leave him hanging! I love that he's like okay well now that you're aware, I will teach you the ways! Barb won't let him flounder!

Oh no! Lilith is childless? Then how does that change things for Lesson 16? Since the only reason MC could free Belphie was because they had Lilith's DNA? Or did that not happen at all in your story?