#I’m just absolutely in awe of everyone sharing this I had no clue it would get more than like 2 notes it sounds lame but I am literally | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thefamilyeldritchabomination · 10 months

Text

Chapter Sixteen: Music Pt. 5

“You like hearing stories, right? I’m about to tell you a very awful story, are you ready to hear it?” Envy asked as they stared at the painting that got ruined by something.

“Envy, I am always ready to hear a story no matter how terrible it is. I’m ready to listen whenever you are.” Dolly reassured, hoping this wasn’t Envy deciding to tell her that they murdered an entire family for laughs. “So long as you understand it’s absolutely wretched, then I’m starting this story. There was once a pair of alchemists, both of them being masters in the very art of it. Unfortunately, both alchemists were absolutely afraid of the fact that one day they too would age hideously and die. In their oh so brilliant minds, these two went out of their way to create a philosopher’s stone to call their own to cheat death for however long they wished.” Envy slightly glanced back at Dolly to monitor what she was processing in this story.

“So they blew up after attempting to make one?” Dolly mildly hoped that would be the case given Envy’s track record. “God I wished, but unfortunately for everyone involved, the two scummiest alchemists made a philosopher’s stone to share, stealing bodies from others to continue living their perceived eternity. Because eternity was such a boring thing, the two idiots had a kid between them. As you can imagine, the two had no clue how raising a child would work and did an absolute crap job at it. So much so that said kid, when they got old enough, left and hadn’t contacted them in an extremely long time. However, something happened to that kid that forced them to go back to their crap parents for something.” Envy turned around to face Dolly as they got ready to shift. “Envy, what happened to make that kid return to such terrible parents?” Dolly caught on what Envy was about to do as they placed a hand on her shoulder. “Because that kid met you and felt alive for the first time in a long time..I had a hunch you knew already.” Envy answered as they shifted into their true form, much to Envy’s personal disgust.

“That would be correct Envy, I wasn’t sure if I should broach the topic once again or to let you do it though.” Dolly softly said as she teared up at seeing her old friend once again after so long.

“Oh god don’t tear up on me Fairytale, you’re going to cause me to do the same damn it…” Envy’s voice shook as they said that as their own eyes watered up.

“You’re using your old nickname for me too ... .would you be alright if I used my old nickname for you too?” Dolly went to try and get her water works under control. “Yeah I’m alright with that, thanks for asking..” Envy sniffled a bit for the first time in a very long time of being around on this dirt ball.

“You’re welcome Wayfarer…just what happened when you got back home?” Dolly asked as she failed in controlling the tears as they burned on her eyes.

“I still don’t remember much other than the pain I was in after waking up, that bastard abandoning me to that wretch shortly after, and the fact I’m forever stuck with periodic recurrences of mercury poisoning. I do, however, remember everything about my time with you before that disastrous return to home. It took me a while before then to remember everything, but I have most of it back.” Envy, likewise failed in the control of the tears and promptly joined Dolly in crying.

“Then what caused you to leave in the first place?” Dolly finally brought up the dread beast as Envy knew it was coming. “Remember when I asked you about where you kept the remains of your human family members? The old fucker from back then was pissy about me being around you so much, went as far as showing me your background. I guess I really hate old assholes in general, but back then, I really wanted to shove it into his wrinkled up face when I came back immortal.” Envy fully admitted, their golden eyes narrowed upon remembering that stupid old man and his stupid attitude.

“...I knew he was headstrong but fucking hell I’m so sorry that Humphrey did that to you. I had a feeling Humphrey lied to me when he said you found someone else….He’s dead now, but I’m fully in line with you shoving it into his ceramic face right about now.” Dolly's teary eyes gave way to a look of mortification upon hearing that Humphrey did something that terrible to her friend and then apparently lied to her about it.

“He told you what now? You know I’m going to want to punt his urn across the snow now, right?” Envy was ready to ruin a long dead old man’s afterlife with a single kick to the urn.

“That is pretty understandable Wayfarer, but we don't punt family urns, though you can kick around Oscar’s skull instead.” Dolly reasoned as to avoid a new family controversy since the hamster incident.

“That works too, but, Fairytale, once everything is done with disposing of Dante, let’s go on that planned trip to Resembool, I still want to see your reaction to seeing sheep for the first time.” Envy finally said as they calmed down from the tears as Dolly got pulled in for a hug, they needed something fluffy to hold.

“Wayfarer, you just came back to me, I don’t want you to get hurt by that woman again after all the horrible things she’s done to you.” Dolly protested as she hugged Envy right back to comfort them.

“I promise you Fairytale, I’m going to be alright. I’m stronger, I can regenerate, I’m immortal to a degree, and we’re getting help from Greed along with the laser vision infant, so things are going to pan out in my favor by the time it’s all over. All I want though is for you, Dorian, Lust, and Gluttony to stay safe and away from this upcoming crap show. After all that is done, I’ll be staying with you guys from now on after a good house hunting is done.” Envy softly hummed those words as they went to try and comfort Dolly from that possibility of things not going as planned.

“I trust you Wayfarer, I look forward to seeing those supposedly awful sheep with you once this nightmare storm is over.” Dolly relented with this pretty awful plan as Envy clearly had their mind made up on the whole thing.

“Alright then, we have some time to kill before having to return to the hotel, would you care to tour the mansion with me for a bit? We might find something worth bringing back with us or we could find a body which to me is even better.” Envy offered as they let Dolly out of the hug for a possible tour of the dilapidated mansion.

“Are you sure? I mean that might trigger a memory episode.” Dolly looked at Envy for a bit as they shifted back to their preferred form. “Nah, this should be fine, it’ll likely happen at the hotel so I can drown out the Face Fur and his sniveling whining fit.” Envy said with little regards to the new, rather concerning coping mechanism they were forming.

“Okay, we’ll tour around, but if a memory episode happens, I’m carrying you back to the hotel.” Dolly was not thrilled that the memory episodes were being used like that, but it was better than Envy being a screeching blob on top of Freddy like last time.

“Awww you’re making it sound like it was a bad thing there Fairytale.” Envy taunted as she began their tour around the abandoned homestead.

“Well considering where we are, I’d like to say yeah it’d be a bad thing to have an episode here Wayfarer.” Dolly followed along, hoping that a memory episode won’t happen tonight.

Envy could only laugh at the response to Dolly’s reply as they led her on this tour around the most messed up childhood household imaginable. It was still in shockingly good shape with all things considered as the two toured around from old portraits to the library that Envy decided was a very good thing to raid. Dolly couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous being in the library, but couldn’t place a clawed finger on what made her nervous. While yes, it was nice to see Envy so invested in gathering books, there was something very off with the library as Dolly looked about before noticing an old stain on the ground. The stain was brown from age, covering over what looked like an alchemical circle close to where this desk was at. Dolly went to look at the desk to confirm a small suspicion she had about the floor stain. A book had been left open, dusting coating the page with a small plate close by with remains of what could’ve been a fish. Carefully, Dolly lifted the book, brushing the dust off to see if the inks hadn’t faded from exposure.

#The Wayfarer #Fan Fiction #Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA 03 #FMA #FMA Fan Fiction #Writing #Envy the Jealous #Envy #OCs #Homunculus #Homunculi

2 notes · View notes

jupio · 1 year

Text

tl;dr my uni house sucks absolute fucking ass and its been building but one things happened today and it has. tipped me over the edge. so its either write it out or scream

i just want. one fucking week in this house where noone does anything that makes me want to beat the shit out of them

we had a couple silverfish earlier this week so i put my houseplants on a window sill in the shared hall outside my room because of the damp. this was 4 days ago and i havent watered them since so they should be bone dry.

last night i went to bed first but the other people who live here decided to stay up and get drunk

i got my plants back in today because there havent been anymore silverfish and went to water and prune them but when i leant in closer to the first one i noticed two things.

1. the soil was soaked through and messy 2. it fucking stank of piss

so yknow i dont want to jump to conclusions but what other fucking conclusions are there here. someone in this god fucking awful house thought it would be funny to take one of my plants and piss in it for fucking what??? for the laughs???

theyve poured wine on my dishes, they broke my kitchen scales, theyve screamed and tried to break and kick in my door at 4 in the morning when high on ket, theyve made fun of me to my face, theyve made fun of my hobbies, they make snide comments where i can tell i’m being made fun of but i cant work out what i’ve said wrong, theyve slammed doors at every hour of the fucking night for weeks, they scream up and down the stairs at 3am, they call me boring, they call me stupid and autistic and unfunny and bitchy and nit-picky and overly sensitive and i am so fucking SICK of trying to live here

every day i am masking so hard that i’m even more irritable and i go to bed exhausted and full of anxiety because i know!! i know everytime i leave a room they all look at each other like oh thank god ollie’s gone we can finally be offensive and i’m not sleeping properly, and i’m always on edge in my own home. i cant relax here ever

and idk. someone else might take this less seriously and brush it off. but i cant and i’m tired of trying to explain to them that maybe its funny to prank each other but when you fuck with my stuff it’s not funny, it completely derails my expectations of things and especially with adhd my reactions to things can be out of proportion. so its not funny at all. im just so angry that im shaking and i want to beat the shit out of someone. so no, i dont take well to it, and im not gonna laugh and deal with it, im gonna cry, and react like a kid. and then noone is having any fun because everyone acts like its so awkward that im upset when really they could just be normal fucking decent people and leave me the hell alone.

and now i have to try and deal with this and i have no fucking clue how im even meant to approach it. “hi guys, just wondering who pissed in my beloved trailing ivy? it was £25 so would love some financial compensation and also for you to hold still so i can break your fucking nose!”

i dont even know if i should just leave it because its just not worth it. i dont even care if im a pushover at this point i am so. tired. of trying to make them respect me as a person. thats what it feels like, it feels like they dont even see me as a person they just see me as a fucking circus freak.

the plants still in my room. i dont even know what to do with that. i dont want to touch it because just touching the pot made my hands smell. so just everytime i look up i get upset and scared and angry all over again because its right there. and im 90% sure i know who did it but if i confront him about it he’ll do that thing where people go cmon its just a joke why are you being so sensitive? jeez, lighten up its not a big deal and ill look stupid and sensitive and different like i always do

ive got 4 more months of living here and then i am fucking gone and i am never speaking to these people again.

#you know its bad if its getting me to re-consider moving back in with my parents #this is. a kinda long and very angry rant but honestly im shaking right now so its warranted #local old man #vent post

3 notes · View notes

suginami-division · 2 years

Text

Sazanka Zombeez Drama Track 1 - Rise from the Dead

Part 4

【 Alert Private Investigative Agency 】

Shuu: So, what made you contact me first? It has to be important if it's this sudden.

Now settled down from the earlier pandemonium, the two brothers sat calmly next to each other on the couches that sat in the middle of Shuu’s office. Both brothers sat with their backs straight as a pole, with Ryuko having his arms crossed and legs apart and Maki having his long legs closer together and hands settled on his lap. Shuu was walking around them, serving some tea as customary with any client he had before settling down on the couch across from the albino men.

Ryuko: Well, we got a problem. Y’see, the Chuuoku bitches sent me a letter to join the D.R.B.-

Shuu: You got invited to compete in the D.R.B.?! No way!!

The sudden screeching of Shuu made both brothers flinch. Maki seemed to be enjoying the energy that Shuu brought, but on the other hand, Ryuko looked as though he was preventing himself from reaching across the coffee table to strangle the blonde man.

Ryuko: Y-Yeah. So you can probably guess it, but we need a third team member.

Maki: My dear brother doesn’t have many choices of friends to pick out for his team, you see? So, you are our last option for a third member. Would you be so kind as to accept our invitation?

Bouncing in his seat, Shuu was absolutely ecstatic to be recruited in.

Shuu: Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes! I’ll get to finally join Ramu-chan and the others on TV!

Ryuko: Really? Thank god. I really didn’t want to do anything else to convince you to join…

In a tone like a parent warning a child, Maki glanced over at Ryuko with a chilling smile.

Maki: Pray tell, Ryuko, what were you planning to do to convince him?

Ryuko: U-Uh… Well… (Maki would kill me if he knew I was planning to really ‘convince’ this little bastard.)

Shuu: Aw, it doesn’t matter! Cheer up! I cool with it as long as I get some publicity and you guys share the prize money with me!

Ryuko: Hah? Prize money? The fuck do you mean? We get cash for this bullshit?

Maki: My, we must have glossed over that detail…

Shuu: Wait wait wait! You two didn’t know? Then why are you competing in it if it isn’t for fame or money?

Maki: Well…

Ryuko: Uhh…

Both Umemoto brothers looked at each other with concern about their own private matters. Sure, the prize of money sounded nice to the both of them, maybe even the promise of fame as well. But they really weren’t in it for those reasons…

Maki: We want to get into the Chuuoku city to find someone important to us. Our only clue to find this person is that she’s vanished into there, most likely under a completely new name and identity.

Ryuko: It’s the bitch’s typical behavior whenever she can’t deal with a problem. Just run and erase all semblance of the past. Unfortunately for her, she can’t erase us easily.

Shuu: I’m… Sorry about that. Both of you…

The air was thick with a somber mood. Both brothers looked away from each other, staring into space at the mention of this woman. Shuu could only watch them sadly, knowing that even he couldn’t be of much help if Chuuoku was involved… Being in the D.R.B. really was their only solution.

Shuu: Look, I won’t ask you two for details. I’m sure we can work together and find this lady for you. Whatever it takes, I’ll help you.

Maki and Ryuko: Really?

Maki and Ryuko looked at Shuu, touched by his affirmations.

Shuu: Really! Everyone has their issues in the D.R.B., so it isn’t a surprise that you two got picked for that reason! I don’t need to know anything about it, just let me support you, alright?

Maki: Thank you, Mr. Detective… It means so much that you say that.

Shuu: Ehe, what’s a teammate for? And don’t be so stiff mister! Just call me Shuu! Shuu Edogawa!

Maki: Alright then. Then you may call me Maki, to avoid confusing me with Ryuko.

Ryuko: As if anyone can confuse us together…

Shuu could only laugh at the brothers before the group began to exchange questions amongst each other. Their jobs, their hobbies, their friends… They got to know each other better through the night.

The conversation was put to a pause, when Shuu finally asked the important question when it came to the D.R.B.

Shuu: Hey, if you got selected, do have real hypnosis microphones, right? Can I see them?

Maki: A splendid idea! We should try them out, brother.

Ryuko: Oh, these babies?

Setting his bag onto the table, he pulled the three identical microphones out.

Ryuko: Honestly, I never thought I’d get to own the real deal.

Shuu: You used a Hypnosis Microphone before?

Ryuko: S-Sort of! They were… How do you say it?

Maki: Illegal.

Shuu: Bootlegs!

Maki: Knockoffs.

Shuu: Frauds!

Ryuko: Yeah, yeah, you guys get the picture. I had to use them in my old job on account of weapons being banned from the country. Never liked using them though, since it always felt… Not right.

Shuu: Show us how it goes then! I’d guess the bootlegs would work the same, right?

Ryuko: Yeah? Let’s fuck around and find out, huh?

Without hesitation Ryuko switched the button of the microphone on, summoning his microphone and speakers into the small office. With the elongated microphone, Ryuko weilded it like a staff, swinging it around dangerously over the group’s heads. And precariously, the film reel that surrounded the apparent drawing tablet and pen spun around widely, narrowly missing a flower vase that sat on a file cabinet in the room. Collectively, the group started to shout and cheer at it, with Ryuko and Shuu overpowering Maki’s more concerned voice.

Ryuko: Oh fuck yeah! This is what it means to be a fighter in the D.R.B.!!

Shuu: Ohmygosh it’s real! It’s really real! Ryu-chan, you got a special microphone and speaker!

Maki: M-My my… You two, isn’t it dangerous to be uhm, ‘summoning’ these abominations in this room?

Upon that reminder, Shuu switched from delighted to panicked.

Shuu: Sensei’s right! Ryuko, turn it off before you destroy something of mine!!

Ryuko: Hn? Aw shit. You’re right.

Powering it down, the speakers and mic vanished back into it’s normal form, leaving the team a little down.

Ryuko: Well what are we gonna do? I wanna test this baby out!

Maki: It’s just too dangerous to do in this building. Much less out in the streets. Perhaps we can reconvene on this another day?

Shuu: This building is owned by my papa.

Both men looked at the detective inquisitively.

Ryuko: Well, what’s your point?

Shuu: We can get on the roof and test it out without any worry! It’s not like there is much up there anyways so…

Ryuko: So show us the way! I wanna see the sort of power I can make with this thing!

While the younger men excitedly started to make their way up the floors of Shuu’s house, Maki followed behind them with reluctance. Thoughts about what using the microphones meant… The pacifistic side of Maki really didn’t want to use the microphones one bit. Still, the group went up to the building’s third floor, where Shuu showed the brothers out the window to the ladder that lead to the building’s roof. There, Ryuko handed each of them their microphones before challenging them all to a battle.

Ryuko: You guys switch those suckers on and take some time to admire and test them out. When you’re ready, we’re gonna fight until only one man’s standing.

Shuu: Aye aye, captain!

First to go was Shuu, being the most excited of the group about seeing the speakers and microphone. And to his surprise, a small handheld radio appeared in his hand, followed by a corkboard speaker behind him. Delighted at the cute way the post-it notes are pinned onto the board, Shuu bounded around the speaker, humming a melody into the mic to see how it moved and reacted to his voice.

On the other hand, Maki stared at the device with skepticism. He had troubles believing the validity of the device, much less the safety that came with it. Still, the curiosity to see how the device would react to him was overwhelming. So with a press, he closed his eyes and embraced himself for something to happen. But… It didn’t? Strangely, the device seemed to not be working, not reacting to him at all. Ryuko, being comfortable with his setup was the first to notice and walked towards Maki with slight concern.

Ryuko: Hey, something wrong?

Maki: It’s not-

Right then, Maki’s mic flashed, summoning both his microphone and speaker before him. Ryuko cursed and backed away as a giant globe in a metal frame slammed into the ground. While his microphone wasn’t too impressive as a normal karaoke mic, the speaker made up for it with how it glowed and pulsed in it’s circular frame.

Shuu: Sensei’s speakers are so pretty!!

As Shuu danced around Maki’s speaker with excitement, Maki couldn’t help but stare at the product of his with awe. How appropriate that a globe was summoned to Maki… Thinking to himself, Maki could only smile at how much the symbol meant to him. Perhaps… This won’t be so bad?

Ryuko: Alright. You two ready?

Now that the men had their sets ready to roll, Ryuko was impatient to start testing his own speakers out.

Ryuko: Rules are simple. Once you get knocked on your ass, you’re out. Don’t go overboard with this shit, since I’ve seen the sort of stuff that these real things can do to a guy.

Noticing Maki’s frown, Ryuko was quick to reassure his brother.

Ryuko: Hey, it isn’t anything too bad. Nobody has gotten killed that easily by the mics. They’re psychological weapons, not physical.

Maki: If you say so…

Shuu: It’s true! Don’t worry too much about it, Maki! We’re tough! We can handle it!

Nodding at Shuu, Ryuko smiles at the group.

Ryuko: You’re right! Now, we’re taking turn. I go first, then Maki, then you Shuu. Whoever is left standing is the winner!

At those words, Ryuko started his verse. A beat slowly started building up, the base growing louder as the led screen of his tablet flashing in colors.

Ryuko:

Now’s my chance, quit your sniveling child

Bearing my fangs, this is my chance to go wild

The magic of these mics will fill me with power

Make anyone in my way fall to their knees and cower

Because when I step on the stage they better know my rage

I’m gonna write my name into the page (Mista Z.B.!)

Enter the ring, D.R.B.’s newest monster on the field

While the attack wasn’t necessarily directed at either of them, it helped boost up Ryuko’s power by pumping himself. After all, he was excited about having the microphone as a weapon at his disposal. It really was the time for his to riot, within reason of course.

Maki saw Ryuko’s turn as a waste however, readying his microphone for his own verse. A soft music box overtook the stage, ominous humming following with it as the globe slowly spun. At the drop of the beat, Maki took his turn in the friendly competition.

Maki:

Violent as always (So foolish)

No thoughts about the future like a burning blaze

So stupid (Just foollish)

To attack your brother and a man you call a friend

How you think of hurting someone who can’t reach the end? (Sorry)

Much as I hate this, you two brought this upon us

You’re getting schooled on field day, now get your ass on the bus!

As obvious as the attack was targeted towards the brother, Shuu had taken some damage from Maki’s turn as well. The pulses of the globe blasted Ryuko back a ways, only for the man to maniacally smile at Maki, seemingly unaffected by the damage.

Ryuko: That’s right! I knew you had some fucking fight to you!

In Ryuko’s moment of crazy laughter, Shuu readied himself for his tune. Seeing that Maki went for the throat with Ryuko, Shuu saw it fit to try and attack them both as aggressively as he could.

Shuu:

Squabbling chickens, shut the fuck up boys

Sit your asses down it’s my time to make noise

Mista Z.B. why don’t you take a knee?

Only thing edgier than your cuts is all your fuss (Ouch!)

Oh and sensei, sensei, look at me sensei!

Don’t mind the knife that’s going into your guts (Bitch!)

Umemoto brothers just fall to the ground

Grovel on the floor like the losers that you are~

Unexpecting such harsh words from a man they had just met both men flew back dramatically. Maki was the first to his the ground, splayed on his back gasping while his microphone and speaker flickered off the roof stage. Ryuko on the other hand managed to keep his balance. With a snarl, his music returned, roaring out against Shuu.

Ryuko: Oh you got some spunk do you, you rat!

Ryuko:

Who’re you calling edgy with your fucking lyrics

Listen up well, I want you to hear this

You got some style, for some shorty who’s shaggy

But your fucking coat is tacky!

Despite the fact Ryuko’s lines were… On the stranger side, Shuu didn’t seem to take it well at all. At the last line, Shuu seemed to crumple to the ground in defeat, his equipment powering down while the detective sobbed. Maki could only stare at the smaller man in disbelief at what had happened.

Maki: That… That was what defeated him?

Ryuko: Were you not paying attention to any of his discussion? The guy cares a lot about clothes. Figured something simple like that would do the job.

Maki: I-I see.

Powering down his Hypnosis Microphone, Ryuko walked up to Shuu and outstretched his hand as a gesture of kindness. Even though his words contrasted that tone.

Ryuko: Hey. Get up, you did good out there.

Shuu: You called my clothes tacky…

Ryuko: I just did that to upset you. If you really got hurt by that comment, you need to strengthen up for the D.R.B. little man.

Shuu: Alright…

Maki: (This… This team should be interesting to work with. Is it enough to win in a country-wide competition though, I wonder?)

The End

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #sazanka zombeez #suginami division #ryuko umemoto #maki umemoto #shuu edogawa #drama track

10 notes · View notes

smithsdyke · 3 years

Text

I’m literally in shock at how many ppl reblogged my last post I didn’t expect it to get so much traction I love you all so much

#we’ve already gotten enough to help pay for my mom to take time off of work without losing money #I’m just absolutely in awe of everyone sharing this I had no clue it would get more than like 2 notes it sounds lame but I am literally #crying rn bc everyone has been so sweet and helped so much #like the chances he can come home again are getting higher and I’m just so grateful omg #ollie’s overnight at the vet hospital rn getting fluids and being monitored for pancreatitis bc the rock might be sitting on top of his #pancreas but! we’re hoping that it can move to his colon and he can pass it without surgery #there’s a small chance it could happen but right now we’re looking at having to do surgery through the intestine #but even without surgery it’s like $3000 minimum so I just got a medical credit card to try and cover a portion at least #once again I’m so so sorry for posting about this so much I know this must be really annoying I just can’t believe the response this has #gotten I’m literally crying I love u all sm #ollie updates

7 notes · View notes

relaxxattack · 3 years

Note

hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote #i hope this helps you #bee duo #og post #there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed #i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig #and not the old one

699 notes · View notes

cattypatties · 3 years

Text

Flustered

⚠️ Slight Spoilers for Space Jam New Legacy ⚠️

Daffy sat there on the front steps of the Warner Brother headquarters, resting his arms on his legs, one leg balanced on top of the other, bouncing his webbed foot. Resting his head in his hand as he stared out at the lot, watching a familiar trio run by. He smiled a bit seeing them, before they disappeared out of sight. The raven feathered duck letting out a sigh, as he went back to watching other actors and toons alike walk by, the world going dimmer and almost greyer.

The reason why he was sitting out there mainly was because he was just bored. He didn’t really have anything to do, other than sit around and people watch. This simply was because they had finished filming SpaceJam 2 and they had caught up on all the other media they needed to be in, even finishing sessions early. The other cast members dispersed once finished and all heading home to their loved ones and respected lives, but unlike everyone else, Daffy didn’t really have a place to go back to. Not one that was consistent for him anyway. So he practically lived at the Studio, which bothered him a bit considering he was already kissing their ass daily by playing stooge to Bugs.

..Bugs.

His thoughts immediately wandered off to the Bunny in question, thinking about everything they had been through together, all the adventures and mishaps..to the first time they met. He smiled a bit fondly over the memories, sighing happily and even though he’d never admit it out loud, he had the most fun when he was with the rabbit. The jokes they’d share, the laughter, almost every anvil to the head and blast to the face was worth hearing Bugs’ laughter. Especially the way he seemed amused with Daffy. He loved the way Bugs looked at him, However despite the feelings Daffy had for Bugs, the star of Warner Brothers didn’t exactly reciprocate. It was obvious when they had first interacted, Lola as his love interest, and although it was an act, the two had gotten along swimmingly. In fact they were both written to be absolutely head over heels in love with each other.

So obviously it left Daffy feeling resentful of her for more than one reason other than fame. Still, it wasn’t something he dwelled over, it was just something to make him reassess his own character. Especially his feelings towards his co-star and why he felt like this. He was the odd one out and the most resented anyway. Which he didn’t mind too much, it was just really confusing.

However, before he could delve into this topic any deeper, he was alerted as to a presence next to him, when he felt a soft elbow nudge him. He turned to see Bugs sitting next to him as he took a bite from his carrot, looking at him curiously.

“Eh, What’s up Duck?”

He asked Daffy in his usual tone, as he finished munching on the carrot for now, putting it away. Going back to facing the toon next to him.

“What’s it to you wise guy?”

He retorted, staying in character to avoid any unwanted attention towards him.

“Nothing, just checking in on the studio's best Duck.”

He replied coolly, Daffy simply rolled his eyes with a small huff.

“Seriously Bugsy? That’s a reference from ages ago.”

He murmured

“Eh, call me nostalgic”

He shrugged, before leaning on Daffy, the duck frowning as he rolled his eyes pushing the rabbit off

“Just leave me alone, you’re taking up my personal spaceth.”

He said quietly.

Bugs looked at Daffy for a solid minute, the Duck shrinking under his gaze, before he snapped out of it and laughed, with no real joy behind it as he pulled at his ear and started fiddling with it. The duck noted how out of character Bugs was acting before the rabbit spoke.

“I think I’ll stay.”

He replied fidgety.

Daffy’s eyes softened slightly seeing how Bugs was, before slowly lowering his own emotional walls as he nudged Bugs with his arm.

“..fine, but you better tell me what’s up bucktooth.”

He said, watching Bugs carefully.

“Right..”

Bugs glanced away, letting go of his ear as he put his hands on his lap and clenched his hands into fists as they began to shake.

“Daff..I know it wasn’t real, but..what if an offer ever came up? Like for everyone to leave for a better life? Would..would you leave me? L-Like you did…in..”

Daffy stared at the timid creature, feeling his heart stop. He remembered clearly that during the entire time they filmed Bugs had been acting strangely, and now he knew why.

The question itself was..ridiculous, but Daffy knew deep down it was still a legit fear, a chance at an alternate lifestyle? A fresh start? It was extremely tempting, something brand new that could’ve been his, he could do whatever he wanted and no one would stop him. No more faking and yet..despite everything, Daffy knew he’d rather stay like he was, than to leave his best friend, and even in that death scene they had filmed, the Duck did find himself tearing up.

“No.”

He said rather casually as if it were obvious, and to him? It most definitely was. He of course turned to see Bugs’ eyes wide and his mouth quivering as he immediately pulled Daffy into a tight hug as the Duck froze and awkwardly shifted so he sat normally and pat Bugs’ arm. The rabbit clutching onto Daffy as he snuggled against him, oddly touchy, which wasn’t usual.

Daffy felt his heart speed up, as his face flushed and he waited, before Bugs pulled away, looking at Daffy and back to his normal self. The raven feathered toon a bit flustered.

Of course almost immediately Bugs picked up on this and raised a brow as he looked at his friend, confused.

“Daffy?”

The Duck muttered something under his breath as he turned completely away from Bugs, the bunny genuinely confused. The rabbit scooted forward trying to get Daffy’s attention as he leaned towards him.

“Daff?”

The Duck continued looking away, silently praying that Bugs would go away, however the rabbit instead rested his chin on Daffy’s shoulder. Immediately making the smaller toon fall over in surprise, before falling down the rest of the stairs.

The rabbit watching as there was a series of crashes, yelps, and sounds of slamming before Daffy was at the bottom, his head on the concrete, a lump forming on his head as stars swirled around him, Bugs making his way down as he held Daffy in his arms shaking him.

“Daffy? Daffy??”

He waved a hand in front of the toon’s eyes which spiraled and swirled, flicking the stars away. Holding him close.

“Oohhh..Bugsy ‘ole pal? Isth that you? I can’t tell..there’s five of you-“

Bugs chuckled softly as he watched Daffy come to, as he shook off his dizziness and pressed the lump on his head back down until he was normal again as he looked to the rabbit and frowned

“You’re despicable”

To which the rabbit rolled his eyes

“Eh, it's not my fault you’re falling for me.”

Daffy all at once felt his face go on fire as he stared at Bugs, the two locking eyes, before the bunny’s eyes trailed down to inspect Daffy’s face to see how red his bill was, as he looked over him and smirked a tiny bit, jokingly of course.

“Aw, dat’s sweet doc, got a little crush on me?”

Daffy turned away huffing as he crossed his arms.

“I have no clue as to what you’re hinting at long ears, if you’ve got something to say, say it already. You’re wasting my time”

“Doing what?”

He leaned closer right up to Daffy as the Duck faced him looking maroon. As he raised a finger in protest and opened his bill before he comically moved his arm down like it was a lever, and his bill snapped shut. As he leaned back, casually brushing his friend off, almost dismissively.

“Oh the usual, getting in my personal spaceth, being a nuisance and DO YOU MIND WABBIT!?”

He yelled at the end, the bunny perched nearby as he batted his eyes at him innocently.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He asked feigning innocence, making the Duck’s eye twitch as he scooted away from him, his co-star following as he scooted closer.

“Bugsth…”

He warned looking at him

“Yes..?”

He asked as he grinned more, before getting an idea as he twirled around, now dressed as a woman, in a white gown, with a blonde wig with lipstick. He looked…well beautiful. Daffy stared at him, instinctively, letting out a whistle, before holding his bill as he stood up and began walking away face a bright red. Bugs followed after him and grabbed the duck’s hand and leaned his head on his shoulder, holding his arm with his other hand as if they were a couple. Daffy speeding up as he kept his eyes off Bugs. Thankfully, his blush died down as they kept walking.

He didn’t need this right now. Just a minute ago we had mister ‘I’m so vulnerable’ and now he was back to normal and while it was relieving, it was also terrible for the poor duck whose feelings were only growing the more time he spent with his damned rabbit. He paused for a moment as he halted to a stop, as he replayed his thoughts.

‘His damned rabbit.’

Oh god damn it..damn it all and damn Bugs Bunny and his..his..

He turned quietly looking to his friend, seeing him look up at Daffy lovingly, his makeup perfect, with a small smile on his lips. He looked absolutely stunning, and he was..focused on Daffy, and he seemed genuinely amused to be with him, to bother him..to just exist with him. His lovely golden eyes looked at him with a half lidded gaze, Daffy feeling his own smile start to tug at him, before he shook it off looking away, heartbeat quickening.

Eventually the two reached the gates, Daffy fully ready to push his friend right out of the lot and send him in his merry way. So that Daffy could once again be alone and figure out why he was feeling this way. Why he was in love with someone who he wasn’t meant to in the first place. Except, instead of pushing Bugs out, he paused.

Teal eyes flicking to gold, waiting almost expectantly for Bugs to just run off, but..he didn’t.

He didn’t do anything but stay right by Daffy’s side and turned to him confused. Before he let go of him and the grey toon spun around going back to normal, and pulled out his carrot taking a bite, as he rested his elbow on the duck’s shoulder.

“Eh, what’s the hold up?”

“Nothing, aren’t you going to leave?”

“And why would I do dat?”

“B-because there's literally nothing for you to do! I mean you can go home!”

Daffy gestures to the exit, frantically looking at Bugs, but despite it, the rabbit didn’t budge. In fact, he only seemed more enthused with his co-star.

“Daffy.”

He said softly, before the Duck calmed down and looked at him confused

“What??”

He took another bite from his carrot before shoving it in Daffy’s mouth and kissing him on the forehead, the Duck going the deepest shade of red as he pulled the carrot out of his mouth and looking at the bunny glaring.

“That sir is absolutely disgusthing! Thisth was just in your mouth!!”

He said waving the vegetable in front of Bugs, before the bunny took another bite of it and nodded to himself

“Eh..I didn’t know you were minty..”

He said casually, eyeing the shorter toon, watching as his face went even darker red, as he made the cutest and most flustered expression ever as he stammered. Daffy absolutely ruined as he shut his bill and looked to Bugs half glaring half bewildered.

“Y-You-yOu-YOU—“

He raised a finger and pointed it accusingly at the rabbit shaking ever so slightly, standing on his tippy flippers, as he tried to grasp his words, face still burning.

“Y-YOU’RE A-ABSOLUTELY, A HUNDRED PERCENT D-DESPICABLE!!!”

Bugs grinned watching him, knowing fully well that Daffy was the reason he loved coming to the studio everyday. As the rabbit felt his own heart fluttering slightly, taking another bite from his carrot as he shrugged.

“And you’re adorable.”

He replied cheekily. His co-worker covered his face with his hands, grumbling.

“Eh, ain’t I a stinker?”

He jested staying beside Daffy, the poor duck just feeling even more confused than before. A small smile escaped him as he glanced away, hiding his goofy grin.

“Yeah, you really are..”

He turned to face Bugs smiling at him softly, with the same look Daffy gave him back when they were filming back in action in Paris. The same soft smile and half lidded gaze with a small blush spread across his bill.

Bugs blinked, obviously surprised, because it was one of those genuine looks Daffy rarely gave, one of those looks that made the rabbit feel his own surprised smile tug at his mouth, as his ears lowered down and he felt his face heat up too.

The pair staring at each other happily, unaware of the other’s feelings, but still happy all the same.

#daffyduck bugsbunny looneytunes #bugs bunny #daffy duck #bugs and daffy #bugs x daffy #looney tunes #spoilers space jam 2 #spoilers #space jam 2 #space jam new legacy #baffy #they’re gay your honor

154 notes · View notes

jnixz · 2 years

Text

Every time I think of Ford shattering himself I get a lot of feelings again (well okay a lot about Ford makes me go unhinged but this one specifically is especially gut-wrenching)

So here’s to me sharing those feelings and everything that follows.

Ack just, man the mental exhaustion, desperation and severe case of tunnel vision from this, love can make you do all kinds of crazy dumb things. Keeps you from thinking clearly, and maybe y’know making better decisions. Like oh say telling the rest of his friends about using the Astralathe, doing some split work to keep her subdued till the procedure and make sure that everyone else is fooled by pretending to say to the press that ding dong Maligula is dead, where’s the the rest of our companions? oh they are resting, it was a tough fight, so please let us rest for a bit.

The mid-point of this Helmut getting frozen under the lake and then Ford imprisoning Maligula drives me outta wack. Why was Ford alone when he did that? My burning question of what could have drove Ford to decide that he should do this alone? He panicked yes but like... Why didn’t he tell his friends? Did he think they wouldn’t agree because Helmut got frozen?? Only fanfic can help me speculate. also actually wait i literally had a dnd oc where i panicked and made the worse decision storywise, So I GET IT BUT AAAA HINDSIGHT BUH

The one thing I can definitely tell contributed to this somehow is those days waiting for Lucy to come back. Like this must have been building up ever since she left, and ever since the first concerning letter from her, ah man this must’ve been harrowing to know something awful is brewing.

And then the news about Maligula came. Ever since the name Maligula rose and buried Lucy’s name with it-- must’ve been frying him with dread. God this must’ve really ripped him apart from the inside (eugh those Panic Attacks in the level aaaaa). I wonder if the letter with Maligula’s audio was actually sent by her or it was just an implied message from her actions through the news. The love letter was never sent, Grulovia mail services got canceled, but hell man the theoretical response literally blew the level’s representation of Cruller’s head off. That was the first Ford level I played and that shit was absolutely Heartbreaking.

And also, literally the model of Ford in the psyche with the mirror is missing his head! GAH! I really like that piece

I’ve got the hc that Ford did the glasswork for Heptadome, so he knows how to use the tools and where to cut that material. So in parallel with that, he uses the Astralathe as a tool and line up the cuts so that the remaining ones would be useful, then shatters his mind like glass.

Part of me wonders if its really intentional that what would be left behind are detached but useful workaholics. It seems likely, given the presence of the Ford Constructs. But the part of me wonders if it was just like... looking at the mirror, seeing your reflection looking back, snapping and punching the mirror because what have you done? Maybe that’s what it felt like.

All while the remainder of his friends wonder What happened?

Everything just to protect her. Because you couldn’t handle what you’ve done. Because you couldn’t handle living without her.

You won’t forgive yourself for it.

Just, the difference between these two memories. Astralathe used, one as punishment and one in defeat. Feelings are so complex, so I’m willing to believe its both at the same time.

---

Like man, what was Ford like afterwards? We see in current time from both games that he is an old man dedicated to whatever task he has, dismissive unless it involves something about his job.

But young Ford managed to give at least one interview.

and give speeches (consistent even as a janitor)

No damn clue how he did the Grand Head stuff, how that went and for how long (till Truman replaced him).

Then the remainder of Motherlobe days where he continues to break apart, pieces of the mirror drifting away from the frame -- taking on more jobs, more aspects, losing more of focus as himself.

Just. Others trying to help but He won’t let them

(hey remember the first official trailer? me too :) I am not spinning his lines in my head :)))) Son of a gun I’m gonna make this into another post aren’t I)

Ahaha god the rest of his friends reaction they see him like this, the first time they see his psyche’s condition. The continued deterioration.

I don’t remember if there was actually a line about greater minds losing it from trying to help him. Given every aspect’s attitude, I’m not surprised if they continued to follow through their threats if pushed. But not his friends, they also probably tried to help -- failed yet are fine, he probably subconsciously stopped himself from hurting them while refusing help.

Thinking about not being able to use the Psychoportal on him in the first game, which is like understandable honestly this kid is trying to get to your head but like hooo second game. Man. Finally letting someone help after mentioning Maligula, and every little hint from the first game on who this kid’s family is that let his subconscious finally being like: oh hell okay I need to be back together again.

---

Him remembering everything at the campfire by himself by thinking he was helping another person (ah no it’s just me, I can’t do that. That is dangerous), breaking that stump again, how many times has that happened?

And man, Tomb of Sharkaphagus. So concerning. He won’t forgive himself, but he has to tell the truth.

---

I’m so glad he acknowledges his mistakes and tries his best to set things right. It didn’t ruin his character as it often can with other characters in other stories. Made him a lot more complex character to me, more human. So very fascinating. I know it’s like, very oof with the consequences -- but I can’t really stay thinking about bad things when good things can be had instead. Of course people can stick to what they feel about the whole thing but I’m just hoping for a happier healing? Not sure how to put it into words, but I really want bonds to still be bonds y’know? Just need more time and communication.

Angst is fun and all but that would be exhausting without the comfort and improvement afterwards. Sometimes things don’t have to keep hurting. I’m just a little hopeful lad that wishes everybody a happier continuation after all they’ve been through.

#psychonauts 2 #psychonauts 2 spoilers #ford cruller #psyn rambles #as someone who made an oc go through similar regrets and bad decisions #this shit fucking decked me #and in that dnd campaign so brutal in its consequences to its story #getting the happy continuation after efforts of genuinely trying to help people after all the mistakes made me cry happy tears #long post #tag-rambling #Can some adult PLEASE check up on these old people.#I know we got concerns about Otto that we literally make cool dlc ideas but like #bro i wanna check on ford too I mean there's concerning stuff here that is as bad as the rest of the friend group #but like way worse #he broke himself that bad #then again refuse to be helped #probably repeating the campfire scene everytime he remembers #he broke that stump again like he broke himself #Man i have so much concerns and feelings about this peepaw in particular #character analysis #analysis #observation #speculation

117 notes · View notes

gb-patch · 3 years

Text

Ask Answers: July 10th

I really let asks get away from me lately. I was super focused on working on that Patreon Moment. With that done I can finally think about doing other things, so here’s a new collection of answers!

Thank you for sending in questions everyone ^^.

For the new Patreon moment, will you be able to reference it in step 4? Or just like a tiny nod to it if you pick certain choices?

There won’t be. I’m sorry if you were hoping for that! The Patreon moment is meant to be entirely optional, it’s not something that gets you extra content in the main game.

Is the new CG artist the main one now? :0 I’ve noticed theres been a difference in the art style recently. Is the old CG artist still going to make art for the game? :0

The original artist still makes CGs for the game sometimes, but he mainly focuses on character sprites.

Are you going to put the NSFW our life moment on a website other than patreon? I would love to get it but I can't use patreon atm.

I don’t know. I'm afraid we can't release the Patreon Moment on a normal game storefront because we can't mix 18+ content with our family friendly game. If there's some other place similar to Patreon where it's not the normal type of full-scale public content releases we'd consider using that, but I’m not sure if there is another site that’s better than Patreon in that regard. I'm sorry.

Out of curiosity, in all of your games so far, which characters in each were the most fun to write? They obviously don't have to be your favorite characters!

Buffalo Seer in AFA, really everyone in XOD/XOBD is pretty equally entertaining to write, The Guide in LoV, and Cove in OL!

idk if you accept "personal" questions, but is there anything you've been watching/ listening to lately

Mostly, I’ve been watching/listening to Authortube videos as of late! It’s people who talk generally about the process of how books become traditionally published and/or share their own experience as they attempt to be published. I don’t have an interest in writing normal text based books, but it’s really interesting to hear about that world. I’m listening to a video about royalties right now as I answer these asks.

Will one of the desserts we get to pick be fudge? That'd be such a cute reference!

Haha, yeah, it should. Unless I completely blank on it and forget when trying to include the various referential food options.

I don't know if this has been asked previously but what would be the approximate heights for the presets MC can choose from Step 2 ~ 4? Are there any measurement you had in mind? Sorry if I didn't make myself clear kk I've been struggling with my English lately 💀

I don’t know, ahah. I didn’t have any numbers in mind for that. So it’s whatever you imagine it is!

I noticed a bug with the Patreon moment when it comes to what your character wears. When Jamie and Cove are kissing while my character only had dresses selected, I had both the option to remove the dress or to remove the shirt... Picking one of the options to interact with Cove, after he removed his shirt, it had Jamie remove their shirt followed by ther pants despite only having dresses picked.

Thank you for reporting ^^

I keep refreshing steam to see when the new doc for xobd will be released. I noticed you haven't posted anything about it in quite some time. Would it be possible to ask about a timeline/potential date? (If it's even this year—) I know you and your team are probably working super hard, I'm just super curious! ~Thank you!~

There are more stories done, I just haven’t gotten around to publicly releasing them. Hopefully I will have a chance to spend the time on that sooner rather than later!

hello!! i’m not sure if it’s an update but i’ve just replayed our life and at the end i can’t propose to cove anymore? :(( i’ve actually tried playing twice but the options are not there anymore, did you guys remove the options? i’m sorry if you’ve answered this before!! thank you and have a good one :)

I’m afraid things haven’t been changed or removed, so I think you might’ve accidentally picked the wrong things somewhere along the way and locked yourself out of being able to propose by mistake. Sometimes you meant to say you want to get married but instead you mis-click and have it so the MC isn’t thinking about marriage or something. All I can suggest is starting from the beginning of Step 3 and making sure to follow the steps listed in the FAQ. I’m sorry for that.

Did yall remove some of the options for when youre making out with Cove in the charity moment? I could've sworn you could grab his bonkadonk and its not there anymore

This is the same situation as the above. We didn’t remove things and you’re not wrong that there are sometimes those options. But there are various choices you have to make to get those options and it sounds like you accidentally missed something. If your relationship isn’t long-term, you can’t do it for example.

HI IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY GET THE STEP 3 DLC

Thank you for getting it!

Is Shiloh super totally straight bc I’m very gay and a huge Shiloh fan, would my man make an exception?😩

Sadly, he is one of our super straight characters. I’m sorry.

Hi, I have a very dumb question. In Step 2 does Cove not wanna share his drink with us at the mall (or rather why he stops drinking it) because it's an indirect kiss? Or is it like ...weird to him to share? Because if I remember right he eats off our spoon in the birthday scene right?

Yeah, he’s awkward about it because he likes the MC and it feels very personal to share a straw with his crush.

Hi! If you don't mind me asking, who is the artist for OL2? Their style is so pretty!

Thank you for saying so! This is her Twitter- https://twitter.com/redridingheart

Do Beginnings & Always and Now & Forever exist in the same universe?

Yep! XOXO Droplets also exists in the same universe. It’s one big GB Patch world, haha.

Do Pran's parents regret the way they raised him? Do they feel ashamed of it?

No. They’re the type of people best cut out because they’re not gonna change. Which is why Pran does go very limited contact when he’s an adult.

Hi! I just wrapped up my second playthrough of Our Life, and I absolutely adore it, but I had a question. I went to the gallery and found I was missing 2 CGS (specifically Step 1-3 and 2-3) and I had no clue where they would've shown up. Which moments are those found in?

You get it by telling Cove about his dad offering you money to be his friend in Step 1 and Step 2. You can’t get both in one playthrough, since you can only tell Cove the truth once. I’m really glad you liked it!

Hi hi! Please, how tall is Baxter and Derek? Love the game so much and I can't wait to see more!

I don’t know, aha. I think Baxter was around 5′10 and Derek was like 5′8/5′9, maybe. I really am not one who has specific heights for things in mind.

is adult cove a bottom, top, or switch?

A switch, though would choose the top if he had to pick.

I was wondering if there is a way to transfer save data? Even if through the game files. I wanted to be able to transfer my save data from my desktop over to my laptop so that I could continue playing right where I left off from but I'm not entirely sure how to go about that.

If you save the save folder/persistent data of the game from your desktop and put it into the game folder on your other device, that could work.

Hi! Is it possible for us to know the date when our life: now and forever comes out on steam? Sorry if you've mentioned it before but I haven't seen it and I'm looking foward to that happening and just wanted to know :)

It’s gonna be a long time, I’m afraid. There’s no estimate right now.

I started playing Our Life with my sister a while ago, and I think you guys should know that we discovered your secret. >:)

L from death note and Cove are clearly the same person, and this whole game is just an origin story!!

I’ve never seen that show so I’m sorry to say I don’t understand the connection/reference you’re trying to make. I’m pretty out of the loop when it comes to media. I don’t watch movies or TV.

Will OL2 have options for disabled MCs?

I understand if it's too complicated, just curious

Unfortunately, it’s not really something we have a plan for. We couldn’t finish the game if we tried to include every disability and have it be meaningful. It’d just be too much content to create. But if we decide to only include a few, how would we choose which disabilities get to be represented and which are left out? I don’t know. It’ll probably have to be something we don’t include as an option again, sadly. I’m sorry.

playing our life > anything else

Haha, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Honestly, I would like to thank Our Life for helping me come to terms with my sexuality. Before, I never would've actually thought that it was possible to like boys romantically and still be asexual. Almost all of the BL visual novels I've read had unskippable sexual content in them and it honestly just didn't click with what I feel. I'm glad I found Our Life. I love the game, the developers, and this fandom so much. Now, I can safely come out as homoromantic AND asexual (at least anonymously here anyway; my parents are still huge homophobes 😂).

Aw, it’s great to hear you felt comfortable being yourself in the game! That’s wonderful. I’m really sorry about your parents, though.

Will the demo for OL2 be on android? Really not sure if I could wait any longer than I have to aha

Yeah, it’ll be available for Android once we eventually release a demo!

Do all these reveals perhaps mean development is progressing ahead of schedule? Please let that be the case I'm already obsessed with Qiu

No, sorry, aha. Art comes along much faster than script/programming-work for us. It’s gonna be a long time before the game is a finished thing you can actually play. But at least we can look at the beautiful images.

Hey! First of all I wanna say I reallllllyyyyy loooovvveeee Our Life and XOXO Droplets! I have over 300 hours of playtime on Our Life… Anyways, I was just wondering, are the Derek and Baxter DLCs going to come out at the same time? If not, which one do you plan to release first? :3

They will come out separately and Derek will be first! Glad you like the game.

I keep replaying Our Life to get every possible iteration and I am loving it <3 I was wondering if Cove gets locked out of his confession because MC was talking to Lee, would it be possible to confess to him in step 4?

Yeah, you can avoid the confession in Step 3 and then get it in Step 4.

Hi, my Cove wears bracelets through step 2 and 3 but I still don't get an option to give him a bracelet? I didn't even know that was possible until I seen someone else ask about it lol

Hm, did you use the Cove creator? Maybe there’s a bug where using the creator to add bracelets doesn’t fulfill the requirement to give Cove a bracelet in Step 3.

Wait, I'm dense, when does Baxter appear in step 2? Is it from big park firework? I feel so bad since i really love Baxter and waiting to buy his dlc.

It’s in the Soiree Moment. You have to be just friends with Cove, indifferent, or crushing but not ask Cove to the dance at all. Then while there you can find someone new to dance with. But if you bring Cove to the dance while crushing, the MC won’t wanna dance with anyone else so you can’t get the scene.

In step 2 when we go to the soiree I made my mc go alone and baxter chooses the mc to dance, i'm curious, why did he pick the mc? sorry if this has been asked before!

Because the MC looked to be around his age, seemed to also be searching for a partner, and had nice legs. A perfect option for him.

I read some of the FAQs, and I saw that we could tell Baxter about the condo that he rented there was previously the mean old grandparents. how do we get the mc to tell him that?

It happens in the DLC Moment “Late Shift”. If you don’t have a job you instead get a longer scene with Baxter.

I don’t know if you’ve addressed this or not, but are you planning on paying voice actors for our life: now and forever?

Yeah, we pay our VAs in all our projects.

hey can i ask how you did the moments thing in ol? im trying to get into making visual novels and while im VERY sure its out of my comfort zone and all that atm i kinda wanna know just for the future, bc im p sure it would work well for something i wanna do :O but its also fine if you cant say for other reasons :>

I’m afraid I’m not sure what you mean. Are you asking how we programmed the screen or something script related? Adding Moments like that is pretty straightforward, though. You just have buttons that open to different labels and then the scripts are essentially individual short stories/vignettes. Good luck with your VN!

Since Autumn becomes gender fluid later in the game, will there be a character who remains as he/him to romance in game?

OL1 has the he/him LIs, OL2 is all about other genders.

I don't want to impose on your creative plans, but a parrot could possibly make a good pet in an OL-type game? They're pretty long-lived and likely to still be thriving by the end even if the MC got them back in step 1.

I do appreciate the suggestion, but I’m afraid it’s not likely going to happen. I understand there are technically some animals that could theoretically live long enough to last the whole game that or we could have the MC only get a pet after some years have already passed. But the many things that would have to be considered/accommodated for makes it just something we probably can’t manage adding. I’m sorry.

As time passes will we be able to see Qiu and Tamarack's other stage arts as well?

They are both so cute i can't wait to be friends with them!

Yeah, we’ll show content from other Steps in the future. It’ll be a little while from now, though.

Can you date Cove and still have your family comfort you in the car?

You can’t get Cove’s Step 3 confession scene if you have the family comfort you in the car. But that’s not the only way to date him. You can get together with him earlier in the game or later on in Step 4.

Is Mc always going to be the one walking down the aisle or could Cove do it? Also could you choose to have one of your moms walk you?

No. Cove wouldn’t want to walk down the aisle like that and the MC automatically respects that. And the MC also gets to have their preferences respected, so it’s up to you whether they want to do an aisle walk or not. You also can pick who, if anyone, walks with you.

Once step 4 is out, will you be able to go the whole game on crush/love without either of you confessing?

Yes, as long as you tell the game you don’t want to progress the relationship. Even in Step 4 it won’t force you to officially get together.

Howdy, so in Step 4, there will be any Romance with Derek that is not part of any dlc?

He’s only a friend unless you get his romance story.

Will the step 4 in OL2 be one big step or are you considering moments?

Step 4 is just an epilogue in both games.

hi kind of a weird question but!! we know tht cliff doesn't start dating again but. wht abt flings? like does he ever do 1 night stands or anything? thank u!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nope. Cliff has a very small interest in sex. If he’s not in a real relationship with a partner he’s crazy about it simply isn’t something he feels a need for, so one night stands wouldn’t even cross his mind.

sorry if you've already answered this, but i was wondering if there were plans for there to be bonus love interests in OL2 like how we have derek and baxter in OL1.

Maybe! There are side characters who could be given romance stories, but whether or not it will happen depends on funding and how long everything else takes to finish.

I don't know if i'm allowed to ask about ol2 here yet, if not u can ignore this or answer it later. My question is can you date one of them and be good friends with the other? I don't want to be strangers with the other bcs i love them both a lot :<

Yes you can!

what patreon level do i have to be to unlock the nsfw moment? im on the $5 one right now, will that give me access to the moment, or just access to the moment progress?

That’ll give you access! Tier 2 and anything higher allows the player to download it.

#our life #ask #gb patch #gb patch games #all projects #Our Life Beginnings & Always #Our Life: Now & Forever

158 notes · View notes

oneprompt · 3 years

Note

I absolutely adore reading your works!! <3 May I request a Coby x reader with the fall prompts “my hands are so cold.” and “lay with me?” It can be Female or gender neutral! I have been so obsessed with Coby lately but there’s not a lot of fics for him. TY and have a nice day!! <3 :D

authors note : aw , im flattered <3 and i would love to write for coby , he’s such a cutie ! he deserves more love and i would be happy to be the one to give him such. i hope you enjoy , have a lovely day as well <33

Coby x F! Reader , “ My hands are so cold “ , “ Can i lay with you ? “ Fall Prompts

You felt your frame tremble beneath the thin blanket that resided in your cot. The Marine ships weren’t comfortable to sleep within, the consistent shaking of the boat upon the waves of the dark ocean. With the warmth of summer fading and being replaced by the abrupt chills of autumn, it made it difficult to stay warm with the flimsy beds that were provided to the marines.

“My hands are so cold...” Your hands laid upon your chest, attempting to gather any bit of body warmth they could. Yet, your efforts backfired. It just made your body cold.

Tomorrow was yet to be another day of hard work, dangerous work. You needed to be rested up for that, you couldn’t risk any falter as a marine. If you made the slightest mistake, the life of your friends and even your own could be at stake. You wouldn’t let that happen, all just because you were cold, because you couldn’t sleep.

You pulled yourself out of bed, leaving the blanket of the cot wrapped tight around your frame, your full blue button up pajamas doing rather poor at letting you stay warm and comfortable within the ship. You couldn’t help but wonder how everyone else was sleeping so soundly. Perhaps they had grown numb to things like the cold after enduring injuries after injuries within their missions.

You exited the room you had shared with countless of others, creeping outward into the halls of the boat. What were you even doing? What good would leaving bed do for you? You couldn’t help but question that. Perhaps you could tire yourself out by walking about.. You had no clue. As you lingered in halls, you were greeted by the sight of pastel pink, a patch of messy light hair.

“Coby?” You said quietly, looking over at the young man. What was he doing up? You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. More then likely, he was also having sleeping troubles.

Coby’s head whipped around, an anxious look coating his face. Yet, it faded into a more calm one as he saw it was you. Thank goodness it wasn’t Tashigi.. she’d be furious if she saw he was still up.

“Y/n.. w-what’re you doing up?” Coby asked, looking at you. He looked cute in his pajamas, even if everyone wore the same ones. Something about Coby made everything 10x cuter...

You offered the timid man a soft smile, “I could ask you the same...” You said, voice slightly teasing but light hearted and soft. “But...to answer your question, i can’t sleep.” You sighed ever so gently, frowning.

Coby nodded along with your words. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit embarrassed. “M-me too, actually..” He admitted sheepishly.

You glanced over at him. Coby looked as if he wanted to say something, or more so ask something. He was easy to read. Not out of your initiation, no. It was more so by the fact he could hardly contain his emotions, nor hide them. Coby was an emotional boy, one who wore his heart on his sleeve.

You tilted your head in confusion at Coby’s expression. “Is something the matter?” You asked softly, looking up at him. You inspected every bit of emotion on his face, admiring the pink blush that matched his hair, the way his eyes scurried away from you.

Even as you asked Coby, he stayed quiet. Was he upset? You wondered. Had you upset him, or perhaps annoyed him? You wouldn’t blame him. It was oh so very late...

“...I’m going to try and sleep, night.” You smiled anxiously at Coby, turning your back. You must’ve annoyed him a lot, Coby had a high patience. Were you that much of a nuisance to people?

“W-Wait-!” Coby stuttered, tripping upon his words. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, holding it within his larger hands as carefully as he could. Such an odd thing for him to act so boldly, especially towards you.

Coby had a certain interest in you, one that had lasted since you joined the marines. He couldn’t help but find you endearing. You were so pretty and incredibly strong. It was nice having another person his age in the marines, not including Tashigi. It made him feel far less alone.

You whipped your head around, looking at Coby’s hand that embraced your wrist. Your eyes trailed upwards to his face, sharing a brief moment of eye contact before the both of you averted one another’s gaze.

“...Lay with me? Can we-..” Coby stuttered helplessly, unable to believe he was asking such a thing. “...Sleep t-together?” He asked softly, his entire face resembling a tomato at this point. He probably looked like an absolute idiot!

The sound of your laughter finally broke him from his thoughts. Oh gosh... you were laughing at him. Coby could never look you in the eye, never again! Never ever.. He was so stupid!

“I would love to.”

What was he thinking? You were too good for- Wait, what..? Coby’s face burned up like a pure flame, a flame of eternal love.

“Y-you....you would?”

“Why wouldn’t i want to?”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece imagines #coby #coby one piece #marine corps #coby x reader #coby x you #coby x y/n #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #fluff #fanfic #one piece fluff #one piece fanfic #drabble

107 notes · View notes

hopeless-ro-simptic · 3 years

Text

Sweet Poison - Yandere Alpha! Tamaki Amajiki x Omega! Reader

Shout out to @homework-is-the-real-killer for the inspiration. I don’t know if you wanted something spicey... but that’s what your getting. I have a part 2 planned out for this guy to kinda explain a little more from Tamaki’s side of things of what is actually going on. Also I have no clue if y’all will like my take on him, but I see him as being someone who yea he’s a little shy but once he gets used to you he’s at least not a complete stuttering mess.

Part 2

Warnings: NSFW, quirk play, definitely tentacle porn, unknowing drug use, dub-con if you squint?, Honestly I don’t know how to tag so If you think I need to add something please tell me.

Word Count: Just over 2k

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What’s wrong Y/n? You are so fidgety today.”

“Oh, haha am I? Sorry I just really want class to be over so I can go see Tamaki.”

Your friends shared looks before turning back to you questions in the eyes.

“I know you guys are courting, but don’t you think you spend a lot of time with him? You don’t even sit with us at lunch anymore.”

“Oh come on guys, I literally went to the movies with you guys last night.”

“Yea but…”

They didn’t get a chance to finish their sentence, the bell chiming to let everyone know that the school day was officially over. You were flying out of your seat and down the hall before they could even call out your name. You were absolutely giddy, ready to be enveloped in the scent you had grown to love. You turned the corner, pausing for a brief second as your breath caught, watching as Tamaki and his two friends stood chatting. You couldn’t help but think about how much he looked like an angel. He was so perfect, and he was all yours.

Without a regard for the rest of the students you took off down the hall practically jumping on the alpha wrapping your arms around his neck as his instinctively wrapped around your waist pulling you against him and burying his blushing face into your neck.

“B-Bunny. You got here fast.”

“I missed you.” You took a deep inhale of his scent and could feel him doing the same. Nothing made you feel as good as being near the alpha.

You didn’t see the looks that his friends shared, Mirio clearing his throat one, twice, three times before Tamaki finally pulled away from you enough to look at the taller blonde. Shoving his hands into his pockets but still leaning on you, his face beet red once he realized the attention the two of you had garnered from the rest of the hallway.

“Ah, I’m sorry Tamaki, I didn’t mean to make a scene…”

“Trust me, it’s fine. He won’t say it but he loves it. He hasn’t stopped talking about you all day.” Nejire jumped in making both of you blush even harder, Takami burying his face in your shoulder mumbling softy to you.

“Can we go now?”

You couldn’t help but smile, reaching up and patting his hair gently, agreeing quietly with the timid alpha before the two of you said your goodbyes to his friends.

The two of you slowly made your way over to the third years dorms, fingers intertwined, completely skipping over your own room and opting to go into his instead. Shortly after the two of you had started courting, he had been so nervous to ask you to move your nest into his room, saying he just wanted to you close to him, and how could you say no to such a sweet request? Now, just two months into courting, you practically lived together, only leaving when the teacher would come by to do their final check that everyone was in their correct rooms, just to sneak back in only an hour later.

The only reason the two of you weren’t bonded yet was because UA had a strict policy against it, insisting their students wait until they were graduated so as to keep them focused on their studies. Still… everyone knew you belonged to Tamaki.

Once the two of you were finally alone in his room, you couldn’t help yourself, immediately latching onto him, nuzzling against his cheek softly and cooing into his ear. He wasn’t any better, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling the two of you into your nest that was on his bed, pressing his lips against your scent gland kissing softly as he started to thoroughly scent you, taking his time and making sure to cover everything.

“I missed you so much. I hate that you have to be around other alpha’s all day, muddles your scent.” The stutter in his voice was gone, and even though he was speaking softly, murmuring really, he was doing it right in your ear making you wiggle against him. He had grown to be so comfortable with you that once the two of you were alone, it was clear as day he was an alpha. One that your omega was dying to submit to his every, albeit quiet, whim.

You hummed in agreement, shifting so that you were comfortably laying halfway on top of him, a soft purr leaving your lips as he rubbed his cheek against you, before he started to pepper soft kisses along your jaw moving towards your lips.

The entire room was filled to the brim with his mouth-watering scent, the scent of sea salt mixed and lavender with just the slightest hint of something warmer, darker, that you couldn’t place. Whatever it was, was absolutely heaven to you, and the timid dark haired alpha was pumping it out like he wanted to coat the entire building in it.

“Tama-“ You started to whine, your omega needing more, only for his gentle and oh so soft lips to be pressed against yours, swallowing your needy sound, his inner alpha making him a little bolder after being separated from you all day. You kissed him back, feeling yourself getting worked up just by being near him, touching him, smelling him, let alone kissing him. He slid his tongue against your lips hesitantly and you immediately parted your lips allowing him entrance which he greedily took. You practically melted against him, a soft purr leaving your chest as one of his hands slipped up into your hair lightly holding your head in place. It was at that point you noticed his tongue was getting bigger, longer, slimier, and the texture changing. You knew that if you pulled away now you would see that it had changed into a tentacle and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs slightly at that thought, a groan leaving his lips at you squeezing him between your thighs.

And then all at once he tasted so mouth wateringly sweet, so delicious, so… addicting. You could feel your mind filling up with the dizzying fog that always came with kissing your alpha, a high that you could never get enough of. It was this feeling, this feeling of flying, that made you so sure that he was the alpha for you. That made you know without a doubt that you would never want another. That you would never leave him.

You felt like your body was going numb, no longer having control of it and enjoying the high that he was giving you as he regarded you carefully through silted eyes before he slowed the kiss and pulled away, your eyes latching onto the string of saliva that connected the two of you, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you shuffled closer. You wanted more, needed more. More, more, more, more, more of him. You couldn’t control the whine that left your lips, your eyes transfixed on his own, leaning down to press soft kitten licks that he blushed at, tasting the lingering sweet spit that was left behind.

“D-do you love me bunny?”

You didn’t hesitate, pressing your lips against his own in short quick pecks, desperately trying to get him to open back up, to let you have more of that high that you so badly wanted. That only he could give to you.

“Yes. More than anything.”

His hands came up shakily to your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh there, just the touch making you gasp softly, his eyes transfixed onto your face with awe, soaking in every reaction, even blush, every flutter of your eyes as he kneaded your skin.

“Do you promise?” You could feel his grip guiding you, nudging you to move up and up and up until you had your knees on either side of his blushing face, his fingers cupping your ass from underneath your school skirt, shaking as they brushed at your panties which were already soaked tugging them down slowly, oh so slowly. His eyes flicking from your face to what lied before him, begging for attention, slick dripping down your thighs. He could practically taste you from here.

You nodded, not even realizing the amount of whimpers that were leaving your lungs, your fingers gripping into his hair as you looked down at him, your brain filled to the brim with every thing him. His smell, his taste, his touch. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him.

“You won’t leave me?”

You shook your head, your body trembling at this point from pure excitement. Did everyone feel this way with their alpha? Would it always be this intense? How did anyone get anything done?

“I…I n-need to hear you bunny.” You could feel it as his tongue, no, his tentacle, slid up your thigh, licking up the running slick, suctioning to the highest part, just below your sopping cunt before releasing making blood rush to the spot and forcing a high pitched mewl out of your mouth. His eyes never leaving your face, seeming more and more confident with each gasp and whine leaving your lips.

“I promise. I love you Tamaki. Please.. god.. I need you. I won’t ever leave you. No matter what. I love you. Please, please, please, please. Alpha.” Your fingers gripped his hair, you could feel tears stinging into your eyes, you felt like you would actually combust into flames if you didn’t get more of him right this second. Your skin was starting to itch, feeling like something was crawling all over you and you could feel your body breaking out into a sweat.

Somewhere in the very back of your mind, something told you this wasn’t normal. Being completely and utterly addicted, to the point of almost pain-… you weren’t due to start your heat any time soon, knowing full well that most omega’s didn’t go into heat until they were at least 20. No… this was different… this was-

Your whole body shuddered, brain turning off completely when he all at once yanked on your hips, forcing you down onto his face, his tongue sliding against your core and deep into your cunt, much farther than it was supposed to be able to, to the point that you could feel it in your stomach, suction cups sliding against your sensitive swollen clit as he pumped his tongue in and out of you, making you choke on your own screams, tears spilling over onto your cheeks at the intensity of it all.

You should have been embarrassed when he inhaled deeply, a low primal growl that you never imagined him making leaving his lips as he breathed in your scent, but you couldn’t do anything, couldn’t think of anything, other than the glorious feeling of euphoria that was filling your mind, as the high that you had been chasing finally returned to you again. The world was filled with bright colors, your mind filling with a fog that just felt so good that you never wanted it to leave. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. Your alpha. Nothing could ever change that fact. Nothing could ever make you want to leave.

When you finally came back down from your high, you had realized you must have passed out from the bliss. Tamaki had you laying on your back, a warm washcloth pressed to your forehead, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he layed against your side, his face pressed against your neck, nuzzling you softly and cooing into your ear of how much he loved you, asking if you were okay, how he would take care of you, how you never needed to worry about anything, how he loved his omega.

You couldn’t help but smile trusting all of his words and snuggled further into his grasp, a soft contented sound leaving your lips, enjoying the sounds of his pretty words being murmured to you. The soft, gentle, loving kisses that were carefully placed along your neck and face. The feeling of his arms turned tentacles tightened their grasp around your form, holding you in place against him leaving no wiggle room.

You felt completely and utterly safe in his grasp, knowing he would never let you go.

You were his sun, his moon, his everything. You were his.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Want to show your support? Buy me a coffee!

#tamaki amajiki #mha tamaki #tamaki #amajiki #bnha tamaki #bnha amajiki #mha amajiki #bnha #mha #omegaverse #alpha tamaki amajiki #omega reader #bnha omegaverse #mha omegaverse

407 notes · View notes

creativeashproductions · 3 years

Text

Charlie’s New Friend // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Charlie’s fallen for the casting director and Kenny’s right hand for Julie and the Phantoms. After a day doesn’t go the way it should the cast meets a little newcomer changing the dynamics with Charlie.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, single!parent!reader, pure fluff

Words: 5.3k

A/N: Hi! In this fic there’s a stuffed animal and it’s important to speak about in this note. I found the stuffed animal on a website for Canadian Wildlife Federation that uses the money from each purchase to support the research and programs for species at risk. The Snowy Owl stuffed animal features in this fic has the proceeds go to protect the Canadian Arctic!

Website to the Canadian Wildlife Federation Adopt an Animal

Masterlist

Everyone has bad days when it happens, you often blared ‘Bad Day’ by Daniel Powter, in their lives. No stranger to those days it seemed today was the recent worse one when your coffee machine broke, your tea cabinet was barren, and Faye decided to dirty your shirt. Then the daycare called informing you of necessary renovations to bring it back to Code. That left you to do the one thing you really didn’t want to do.

You had to bring your daughter to work on the set of Julie and the Phantoms as Faye’s father was filming in England. You had no doubts he would have dropped everything to care for her if he was in the same town let alone state. The positive was that Kenny was aware of your situation and had pleaded for Faye to visit set.

“I need to go to the store after work.” You mumbled over the irritating children’s music that Faye adored. That or the flashing lights on the television during the half-hour each night you got supper ready.

Parking in your assigned spot you made quick work of release the baby carrier from the secure bucket. Faye slept through the entire transition to the stroller with the component that locked the car seat on it.

“Let’s rock ‘n roll Tink.” You told the sleeping infant with the baby bag slung over your shoulder and the pretty light purple blanket covering Faye’s tiny body.

Now while Kenny knew about your daughter, the rest of the cast was definitely unaware given you often passed on dinner. The few times you had joined was when Faye’s father was in town to see your shared daughter.

“Who’s this cutie?” Tori asked, stepping in unison with to view the adorable little baby with brunette curls hidden by her little toque.

“This is my daughter Faye.” You whispered as a suckling sound came from Faye’s open mouth as little snores came out, “Daycare is closed for renovations, and I don’t have a backup plan.”

Tori’s eyebrows raised as you dropped a somewhat surprising fact about part of your life you kept quiet. In no way, shape or form did you feel ashamed by Faye’s existence. Faye’s father was hands-on and very supportive, even if Faye had been a surprise.

“I never knew you had a child.” Tori blinked melting as the infant cooed in the stroller hidden from the sun via the visor.

Tori’s scrutiny of the little baby allowed her to catch the similarities such as the nose and mouth, but the rest was the father. There was something in Faye’s features that tickled her mind as if she had seen them before.

“It’s not something I like to flaunt. I prefer keeping my work life separate from my personal life.” You informed the seasoned dancer and choreographer.

A few more words of conversation commenced until Tori was called over to Paul with a clipboard in hand. The incessant feeling of eyes peering at you on the walk to the modest trailer you shared with Tori. It was easier for crew members to share trailers with the little time you typically spent in them.

With practised ease, your hands unstrapped Faye from her stroller into your arms where she cuddled into your neck. For the most part, Faye was an easy-going baby with an affinity for cuddling, but of course, that didn’t make her perfectly well behaved.

“Best be getting over to the office.” You cooed at the suckling sound Faye made with her fist pressed against her open mouth.

Kenny had personally hired you after working on Descendants as a casting director with healthy mutual respect. Often if at the time you were free, you found yourself working with the legendary man. He was lenient with the new addition of Faye as well, going as far as to see he was a great-uncle.

“Would this be Miss Faye?” Kenny asked from his seat at the head of the table with a handful of filled cars.

Jeremy, Owen, Madi, and Savannah sat with the newest script for the next episode leaving you to avoid looking at Charlie. Now it the typical Wattpad storyline you had fallen for the Canadian actor who reciprocated the feelings. A few hangouts and flirting, but he had no clue about the most significant piece of your life.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t have a sitter, and the daycare had unforeseen extensive renovations.” You spoke softly bouncing as Faye’s little body tensed up with a whimper.

“I’ve been begging you to bring her on set. It’s about time.” Kenny retorted walking swiftly to coo over the little girl. His action bringing the cast members closer, Charlie’s solemn stare never leaving as he came closer.

“She’s so cute! How old is she?” Savannah questioned as the brown-eyed little girl blinked at the multiple faces.

“Eight months now. My little surprise.”

“Definitely a surprise for sure,” Charlie mumbled just on the cusp of everyone being able to hear, but Faye had all the attention.

Within seconds Faye had found herself in the arms of Owen with funny faces to get the little baby to laugh. Savannah, with your permission, had started snapping pictures of Faye’s interactions with everyone. Kenny had retreated to his computer while Charlie pulled you just outside the door.

“You have a kid?” Charlie hissed keeping distance between the two of you as the situation settled, “We’ve been on a handful of dates, and you kept your baby a secret?”

Your heart sank, “Do you know the chances of a guy dating someone with a kid? Joshua Jackson’s character in Mighty Ducks talking with his coach? Guys left his mom in the dust when they caught a glance of him.”

“You know me.” Charlie stressed glancing over his shoulder at the distracted group of young adults. Faye’s giggle drawing awes from every single individual in the room, even Charlie’s lips quirked at the sound.

“Charlie, that little girl is my blood. Every single decision I make has her in mind. I wasn’t keeping her from you maliciously.” You informed him trying to meet his gaze, “Her name is Faye Eloise. She adores music and this tiny fox her uncles got her.”

Charlie’s shoulder lowered slightly, “She is pretty cute.”

“Her laugh is my favourite sound in the entire world. She’s a replica of her father more than me.” Your lips lifted gazing over Charlie’s shoulder to Kenny, engaging in a one-sided conversation with Faye.

Charlie’s green gaze examine our expression pinned on the tiny little human you had bonded for months with. The pure adoration coating your features softened the ball of anger in Charlie’s belly, that didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt. But seeing the fundamental protective instincts you displayed, your body coiled to dash to Faye. Your gaze that periodically ensured Faye was safe.

Charlie saw the maternal love that poured out of you that he often caught in his own mother’s eyes. That very thought led to an in-depth conversation with his mom later when he was in the safety of his bedroom.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jeanette spoke with her phone on speaker. The silence drawing her concern, “Charlie? Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure. That girl I’ve been seeing?”

“Y/N, she’s on the crew with Kenny. She’s all you’ve been talking about lately, and you’ve already told me she may be The One.” The words caused Charlie to involuntarily smile at the call after the second date with you. Charlie didn’t feel half-hearted, he felt with his entire soul.

“I still think she is, but she’s a package deal,” Charlie admitted scrubbing one hand through his hair sending the bandana keeping his hair out his face to his lap.

Jeanette took a moment in cleaning her kitchen to sit at the island to click the phone off the speaker. The phone resting against her ear, she gave her full attention to her youngest son.

“Charles. I don’t want to ask you this, but is she pregnant?” Jeanette questioned, holding her breath in complete anticipation. She’d like a few grandkids but preferably when the time was right for her children.

“No. Mom! I didn’t get her pregnant.” Charlie groaned at the hesitant toe tipping into a conversation he’d rather not relive from his teens, “She has a daughter.”

“And? Is that a deal-breaker for you? You talk like she’s the love of your life Charlie, you’ve never spoken about any of your previous girlfriends like that. You’re not even officially dating her either.” Jeanette replied, watching Meghan settle in for an episode of her current favourite show; the only Gillespie child visiting at the moment, “Are you willing to walk away because she had a child?”

“Faye is absolut-“

“-sounds like you answered the question with the adoration in your voice. You don’t have to run to the nearest chapel to get married. If you love both of them, give it a shot.” Jeanette advised her son smiling when Charlie’s breathing evened out more.

“Thanks, Mom.”

Jeanette knew in her very marrow that in time she would meet little Faye, call it mother’s intuition but she was sure of it.

It was the week of hell with the daycare still shut down, your back up babysitter on vacation and Faye upset. Charlie barely spoke to you as he tried to find his footing in the new dynamic and the space he had rightfully asked for. It was hell seeing him at work and only speaking for work requirements.

“Sh.” You hushed bouncing with Faye curled in your arms as her mouth twisted, “As a casting director and Kenny’s complete faith in me. I made a suggestion to Soyon.”

A line appeared between your eyebrows as Faye’s snuffled against your soft hoodie while trying to focus on the cast. The boys, Madi and Booboo sat in the room for a short meeting during the time the next scene was being set up.

“Kenny and I talked about your personal connection to your characters. There’s the smallest disjoint some of you have. Kenny’s always preached about everyone having a voice and to make suggestions.” You could cry as the ache in your arms increased from holding Faye, she’d cry every time you tried to put her down.

Mom life when you can’t put your baby down to pee alone in peace. Faye getting her shots and recovering from a stomach bug didn’t help.

“Are you okay?” Madi asked, catching the expression that came and went in seconds. The cast watching as you continued to walk around the room with Faye.

“I’ll be fine.” You shrugged the concern off closing your eyes to ground herself once more juggling the concern for Faye with your job, “Soyon and I want you to put a personal detail in your character’s style. If you think of anythi-“

Faye’s sharp cry echoed in the room, “Shh. I’m so sorry guys. I’d put her down, but she won’t settle-“

The cuts ended when Faye was gently tugged from you into a warm chest and soft coos in the little baby’s ears. Your sore arms dropping as Faye’s weight was coaxed into Charlie’s body and your jaw dropped. Charlie’s rhythmic pace and soft coos turning into a lullaby easing the baby.

“Wha-“

“-can’t have the little boss upset.” Charlie shot a coy smile resurrecting the confidence in the relationship. The smile grew when Charlie’s tiny nod at your unspoken question eased you.

“Is there anything you’d like added to your character? Outfit suggestions?” You inquired catching the hesitant gaze of the young actress.

The Puerto Rican teenager had quickly become a game-changer for the production as a first time with such an incredible talent. The second you saw Madi’s audition tape it had sealed the most critical role; Kenny adored the audition tape you had forwarded so fast.

“Could we do something for my mom?” Madi asked, biting her lip as your eyes encouraged her to delve deeper into the request, “My mom is in the army, and I’d like to pay homage to her?”

Your hand landed on her own in a squeeze, “We can absolutely do that. Head over to Soyon when you have a moment. What about you, guys?”

The three boys had gone quiet as Faye settled into a sleep you had been begging for since she missed her morning nap. Charlie had gone from softly singing to humming in the infant’s ear while Jeremy and Owen watched.

“Do you think Luke could carry the Rabbit’s Foot?” Charlie whispered, resting his head against the infant in his arms.

“I’m sure Soyon would have no trouble with that. Jeremy, Owen if you figure something out just let Soyon know. All suggestions are welcomed.” You informed the duo before starting to reach for Faye.

Charlie stepped back while the 2/3rds of Sunset Curve left with Faye still held securely bouncing a small degree. The scene warmed your heart as Faye slept for the first time in what felt like years.

“I can take her if you want.” You told the actor with arms already reaching out to him but contradicting your expectations he’d back off.

Charlie’s green eyes focused solely on the tiny mouth opened just slightly with the soft breaths wafting from her small frame. At that moment cradling the small life the wall separating him shattered; the love flooded his veins, and he knew. He would fight anyone that hurt the little angel with no consequences in mind.

“I’d like to hold her longer. I need the practice for when you need a nap.” Charlie replied, shifting his gaze onto your form. Charlie’s heart clenched at the unsure glint in the eye of Faye’s mother.

“Oh.” You simply spoke stepping closer to the man that had easily stolen your heart, holding your entire world in his gentle hands.

“I know it won’t be easy, but I would really like to give us a real chance. No secrets anymore. The minute I saw her, my heart melted, but I got scared, and I’ll always carry that regret in my life. I want to be here for you and for Faye.”

Charlie fell into the father figure as easy as breathing creating a bond that almost made you jealous with the ease. He adored playing music during Faye’s bath time, and in the special bath time with bubbles, he would create a beard; it sent Faye into giggles every time. He absolutely loved when you brought Faye to set.

Leaving Faye in Charlie’s capable hands, you had taken your break from work to freshen up in the washroom. Grabbing a quick bite, you rushed back to Charlie having gone over your time by a complete accident.

“I am so sorry! I got distracted by-“ You were almost surprised the sudden stop in motion would cause a burnout. Working through lines was Jeremy, Owen and Charlie; Charlie new accessory being a baby sling with Faye strapped against his chest.

“Hey, Babe! We have no filming the afternoon of Friday, it’s blocked for Madi. Jer and Carolynn offered to babysit. We could do a date night.” Charlie fully turned to face you lightly bouncing to keep Faye settled.

The sight of Charlie with Faye securely in the baby sling, one that you didn’t own and was the best one on the market, was incredibly sweet. It was at that moment that you just knew that Charlie was The One and you are deeply in love with him.

“They don’t have to. I was planning on telling you tonight that Faye’s father is in town, he has Faye for Friday to Sunday. You informed Charlie as he walked closer to tug you into his embrace with Faye.

Now while you had been dating Charlie for two months at this point, the topic of who Faye’s father hadn’t come up. It was a topic that found its way for discussion, but his name never came up; it didn’t matter.

“Oh. we should give them a moment.” Owen whispered to his fellow actor and friend. With a withering glance, they froze in their places.

“Why? Faye’s father is an amazing guy. He has a specific time for calling Faye, we have a group chat for Faye. We send pictures and updates to him.” Charlie informed them, “There are no hard feelings. We all trust each other even if I’ve never met him.”

When Friday came along, it sent Charlie into a near-constant state of panic with the thought of meeting Faye’s father. He couldn’t sit still, well it’s Charlie he can’t sit still, but this was nervous energy. He’d contribute little to the conversations with eyes periodically checking the time.

Charlie was alone without you or Faye on set, you had let Kenny know the significance of the date. Charlie had left your apartment with a kiss from both you and Faye in order for the apartment to be cleaned up.

“What’s up with him?” Madi inquired as her tray made contact with the table shared by her ghostly trio. Jer sent a look to Owen before answering.

“It’s the weekend that Faye’s father will be in town. Charlie’s freaking out about meeting him.” Jeremy supplied typing a reply to Carolynn from just before lunch.

“Oh, is he worried about Y/N getting back together with him?” Madi asked jabbing the straw into her drink. Her brown gaze watching Charlie’s leg bounce like a jackhammer.

“No. Not about that. His scenes are done so he’s waiting for Y/N to pick him up.” Owen stated, leaning back as the man in question took off running in his street clothes to the parking lot, “Did he leave burn marks with that sprint?”

In the typical routine that never stopped the flutters in his stomach, you leaned over to hum into a kiss. Breaking apart Charlie caressed your finger gently before straightening into the passenger seat. Out of habit, he checks over his shoulder where Faye was strapped in her car seat.

“Oh, one moment,” Charlie exclaimed jumping out of the vehicle to open the back door. He quickly in to kiss Faye on her forehead, “I missed you Bug.”

Faye’s giggled in response as Charlie closed the backdoor to return to the passenger seat with a beaming grin. Charlie loved his girls with all his heart even in the short amount of time he had been in their lives.

“We’re meeting at his place.” You told the Canadian actor focusing on the drive, “He’s been renting a place since Faye was born. It’s easier for everyone to not stay in a hotel or an apartment.”

Charlie hummed in response, watching as you left the general vicinity of the set for one of the gated communities. It wasn’t the incredibly high-end community, but it was on the pricier side, but it was safe. His eyebrows raised at the houses the vehicle passed as he sang for the baby in the back.

“This is where he’s renting?” Charlie scoffed scanning the vast neighbourhood of houses, “Whoa.”

The chuckle fell from your lips as you pulled into the driveway of the address you had received via text messages. You had barely stepped out of the vehicle when Charlie already had Faye’s car seat in his arms. Cradled in the crook of his arm he held out his free hand to intertwine with yours.

“Any advice before we go in there?” Charlie questioned glancing at Faye gurgling with her stuffed Snowy Owl.

So passionate for nature, he had found an organization that sells the stuffed animals of animals in jeopardy. The money from sales of the stuffed animals when to saving the animal bought, so when he got Faye the Snowy Owl, it put money towards saving the animal. Faye adored her stuffed owl just as much as the person that bought it.

“Just be yourself. Tom and you are similar in terms of people down to earth and close with your family.” You informed him of pushing the button for the doorbell while Charlie stared at you.

“His name is Tom?” Charlie asked thinking back to the messages he had added as Faye’s father, he felt stupid he didn’t know the name of the guy who was a big part of your life.

“Did we never introduce you in the group chat?” You questioned as the door opened to the 5’8 brunette and glittering brown eyes.

Charlie’s eyes widened at the first physical appearance of your ex and Faye’s father standing in front of him. Tom was the same height as Charlie with brown eyes and a pale complexion but a childlike aura. Tom’s eyes met Charlie’s before they beamed down to the happy baby.

“’ello. Come on in.” Tom ushered you and Charlie into the home straight to the living room, “I’m Tom, can I get you anything to drink?”

“Charlie.” The Canadian actor spoke, shaking his hand with an equally welcoming smile as you gently took Faye out of her car seat.

“Hi, little Holly.” Tom cooed as his now eleventh-month-old child lunged into his arms with loud giggles, “That’s a cute owl you have there.”

“Y/N!” The overjoyed announcement came from Tom’s young brother Harry holding the camera that you’d never seen more than a few metres from him.

Faye’s uncle quickly squeezed you in a tight hug before pulling away to scan your form as if something drastic had changed. Charlie awkwardly watched as he settled into a little family, he wasn’t familiar with.

“Charlie, this is Tom’s younger brother Harry. Harry this is my boyfriend Charlie who I met on the set of his show.” You gestured for Charlie to come closer and just like that the three guys acted like they’d been friends for years.

You and Charlie didn’t linger at Tom’s house more than an hour to give Tom’s the entire weekend with his daughter. Of course, you would worry about her the whole time, but you also knew Tom didn’t need any help. You completely trusted him, but you can’t help it when the child is yours.

“Where’d you get Faye the owl?” Tom asked, leading Charlie to beam in excitement.

“Oh! Well, I use my platform to bring awareness and support to the environment internationally. The Canadian Wildlife Federation has a website that sells adoption kits for animals. Every purchase of the animal in their Adopt-an-Animal program funds the research and critical conservation programs for at-risk species.” Charlie used his hands as he rambled on, “By adopting this stuffed Snowy Owl it further funding for conservation efforts to protect Canada’s Arctic environments.”

Tom’s lips pulled into a grin, “My brothers and I have a charity we use to host events to raise money for the smaller charities. Maybe in the future, we sit down for a deeper conversation? You can send me a few links that I can share as well.”

“We have dinner plans. Keep me posted?” You interrupted, leaning into Charlie’s warm side with a kind smile to Tom.

Goodbyes shared you left the house with Charlie to the vehicle he adamantly asked to drive with that charming smile. The radio on low you watched the scenery go by.

“Tom’s an amazing guy. Family-oriented, kind, supportive, charitable and a really nice guy. Why did you guys break up?” Charlie asked, glancing at you from the corner of his green eyes. Your eyes, however, kept focused on the blurry landscape.

It wasn’t a way to avoid the question, “We became acquainted on Instagram back before he landed the role of Spider-Man. Over time it developed into a relationship that wasn’t serious or long term. We actually broke up a week after we conceived Faye.”

The two individuals stared stock still at the screen of black, white and shades of grey on the monitor. The tiny little bean moving around with the consistent thudding in the background. Your lips parted as the doctor’s words of a positive pregnancy, repeating like a broken record. Tom’s handheld tight as he digested the news.

His ex-girlfriend of three months, you to be precise, had been the safe place for a fetus to grow. Estimated gestation of eleven weeks it felt the two young adults spiralling with the large what-ifs making their presence known.

“Pregnant. That’s a baby.” The words came out shaky on the British man’s lips, “I put that baby in you. You are carrying my child, but it’s your choice if you want to keep the baby. It’s your body going through the changes.”

“I’d like to keep baby H.” You softly responded, sharing a smile of disbelief as it settled that a life-changing event would come to fruition in six months.

“We tried to make it work, but it became obvious that the spark had been gone for too long. I’ll always care for him and love him, but I’m not in love with him.” You told Charlie as he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant chosen for the date.

“He’s a really good guy.”

“He’s an amazing father. I lucked out in the romance department, to be honest even if it didn’t work out with Tom.”

The topic was shelved for lighter conversation based on the things you missed on set today. Owen almost broke his nose in some stupid stunt that Charlie was involved in while you recounted the new music Faye had taken to.

Julie and the Phantoms renewed for a second season with a few new characters being introduced such as paramedic Lucy. Lucy would be a recurring character on the show with a connection to the boys. Julie would detest the woman that she believed was trying to replace her mother, and that would cause tension with her father. It would bring in a storyline for Ray manoeuvring his way through the guilt of finding someone attractive other than his wife. Beyond Ray, the boys would know Lucy as she was a rookie paramedic called to their accident site in the ‘90s.

With the new character and some more recurring ones, Kenny had wholly placed his trust in your again. Working from home due to the pandemic you compiled an extensive list of potential actors.

“Supper is ready.” Charlie breathed leaning down to kiss your cheek in the home office you shared together.

In his arms was Faye who had recently turned two years old with bouncy brown volumized curls with your eye colour. Faye loved being outside in the backyard or short hikes with Charlie vigilantly keeping an eye on her walking. Often you let the hiking be their thing together while you had the alone time or worked.

“Smells good.” You breathed kissing over to kiss the little girl, “Hello Tink. Are you excited to see Nana and Papa?”

“Mhm!” Faye spoke with her eyes twinkling at seeing her English grandparents with their silly accents. With her grandparents came their rambunctious uncles Harry, Sam and Paddy and her favourite family member Tessa.

“Daddy can’t wait to bring you to where he grew up.” Your fingers gently pushed the rebellious curl off her pudgy cheek.

“Then Dad and Mom can go on their honeymoon.” Charlie joked with a peck on the cheek of his little girl.

The glint of the ring on Charlie’s finger screamed at you with the recent memory of the intimate wedding. It had taken place a few months ago with your family and friends in attendance with Tom as well. He had even stood up with Charlie and even had a charming speech.

Gillespie Wedding

The Brit shuffled on the stage just before the guests all wearing masks and spaced following guidelines for the pandemic. His own black mask hung off one ear as he stepped up to the microphone.

“Hello, my name is Tom.” He introduced himself setting his eyes on the wedding party table with a grin, “Some may find it off for an ex-partner to be a guest at the wedding let alone being a part of the wedding party. Some of you know that I share an absolutely gorgeous and rambunctious little toddler with the bride.”

Faye waved enthusiastically from her seat beside her mother earning a chuckle from the attendants.

“I was blessed with meeting Y/N and having a daughter with her. We’re not like a lot of ex-couples because we remained close friends. She was open from the moment she knew there was something with a certain Canadian actor. The three of us created a group chat to share updates for Faye like when she popped her first molar tooth. The was a period I never want to relive” Tom laughed shaking his head with his deep brown eyes scanning the crowd, “Charlie had no clue that I was Faye’s father and his expression was priceless.”

“I never mentioned his name to Charlie! I never even realized until we dropped Faye off. Charlie knew Tom is an actor but not one of the Tom’s in Marvel.” You shouted over the laughter from the guests.

“We bonded, and we’ve never had any issues with our places in the lives of these darling young women. Faye has a loving mother and two fathers that will help her navigate life and protect her. I want to tell Charlie this: when Faye graduates from high school and maybe university if she decides to continue formal education and her wedding. You’ll be walking her down the aisle with me. I consider you one of my best friends, and there is no one else in this world I would trust with my little girl. I wish the bride and groom lifelong happiness in the new chapter. To Charlie and Y/N Gillespie!”

Now months later you had moved into a four-bedroom apartment in Los Angeles with Charlie and Faye. For the time being the third bedroom was rented out to Owen when he was in town to lower your rental fees and give him a stable residence. For a four-bedroom apartment, it was on the smaller size, but it was close to areas for Charlie to hike.

“How are you feeling?” Charlie murmured helping you off the couch revealing the bump you had been sporting for a while.

Baby Gillespie was healthy and robust and very much a surprise to the young couple. Charlie was sure the baby would be a boy while you full-heartedly believed Faye would have a little sister.

“Can’t wait for this little bun to be in our arms.” One hand coming to rest on top of his hand over the warm crewneck sweater.

The sweater came from a package of gifts Madison’s family had sent to celebrate the news of the baby on the way. The sweater was a light grey colour with the outline of phantom blobs with their guitars. The only addition was a baby phantom blob with over-ear headphones with a pacifier in the mouth. Absolutely adorable and a gift to be cherished.

“I still think if baby G is a girl, we name her Lucy.” Charlie teased leaning forward with the belly, keeping him at a distance.

“We are-“ The words unheard as Faye made her appearance known on the baby monitor keeping an eye on the toddler. Charlie was turning the corner from the living room to grab the little girl.

“Hey, sweet Angel.” Charlie’s soft words came through the speaker with the same care he’d shown her the entirety he’d known her.

You really did luck out with a beautiful daughter adored by both her fathers she had wrapped around her pinky. The paternity of Faye didn’t matter to Tom or Charlie, both mutually respecting each other with no ill will. The two male actors had grown a lovely friendship on mutual interests and passion for the environment and charity.

The fond smile grew as your eyes found the picture from Faye’s first birthday; her hands high in the ear coated in the smashed cake. Pudgy cheeks a rosy pink with Charlie and Tom on each side kissing her cheeks. Tom’s brother Harry had caught the candid picture with Faye’s infectious smile and surrounded by the love of her family.

Tag List (PLEASE SEND AN INBOX TO BE ADDED! I CANNOT GUARANTEE YOU WILL BE ON THE LIST VIA POST COMMENTS!)

@safehavenmuse @siennanoelle01 @whiterose291 @mell-bell @blackhood5sos @ficrecsideblog @ifilwtmfc @deadpoolgirl23 @crappy-unicorn @sunsetcurve-h @elioelioeli0 @lovesanimals @popcrone818 @lolychu @deepsleepnat @tenaciousperfectionunknown @aunicornmademedoit @just-a-writer-here @simp4reggie @parkeret @faithiebrock01 @overlyhypedup @differentsoulrascalsalad @aesthetic-lyss @versaceapa @carleywhittaker @lostgirl219 @itsalexx21 @elllaoo4 @merxxleighann @mediocremunge @fantomlovesjuke4ever @dpaccione @oswin05 @kaylinfayezink @aberette13 @faithie-brock-gillespie01 @eharvey0218 @overlyhypedup @benstormy @auriandthepussicats @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @whothefuckstolemykeds @siriuswvrld @princessvader15 @xoxbloodreinaxox @heimdoodle @joshy-obx @lovesanimals @oopsiedoopsie23 @am3l1a-24 @flying-solo-without-you @jaskiers-sweetkiss @lostrandomfangirln @must-be-a-weasley-92 @jatp-holland @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @dxlanhxlland @dasexydevitt13 @ifilwtmfc @arianagrandes-things @kinda-really-lost @marinettepotterandplagg @ssprayberrythings @morgandamrose @thedarkqueenofavalon @zukoshonourr @crybabyddl @spooky-season-bitch @kcd15 @morganayennefertyrell @magnet-girl @all-in-fangirl @kinda-really-lost @tenaciousperfectionunknown @badwolf00593 @blowakissbabe @talksoprettyjjx @thesweetestsinner @kaitieskidmore1 @writerinlearning @aiofheavenandhell @sageellsworth05

#charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie fanfiction #charlie gillespie x reader #luke patterson imagines #jatp fanfic #charlie gillespie #caitsy and ash productions

486 notes · View notes

local-ground-apple · 4 years

Note

May I request for headcanons with the dorm leader and a f!reader who’s scared of people and always have her guards up? How would they win her over? (I’m so sorry if this is way too much and if this is the wrong place to ask for requests)

It’s not too much and it’s a good place to ask for requests. Hope you will like it~!

I swear I don’t know why Vil and Azul are so long..

♥️ probably scared you with his tantrums and quick temper

♥️ and probably scared you even more with strict rules imposed on students,

♥️ at first Riddle had absolutely no clue how to approach you, you always seemed rather anxious and cautious around him and he didn’t like it at all. Eventually, he asks Trey for some advices on how to get closer to you,

♥️ now he’s making sure you’re not near before he ruthlessly scolds and punishes students or has an outburst of anger,

♥️ Riddle tries to control his emotions around you and talk in rather pleasant voice, sometimes may turn a blind eye if you break one, seemingly insignificant rule, even though he’s screaming internally,

♥️ asks you, how was your day and oftne starts small talks with you. Riddle even offers to help you with subjects you don’t excel at, which slowly makes you warm up to him and gradually builds your trust,

♥️ when you feel more comfortable in his company, he invites you for tea parties where just the two of you eat strawberry tarts and talk in pleasant ambiance (Riddle shamelessly denies it being a date and refers to it as friendly meeting, keep telling that to yourself)

♥️ Riddle is the listener and he tries hard not to push your barriers, he’s always there to listen to your problems and is more than willing to offer you a solution,

💛 he certainly enjoys a good chase and is up for the challenge, he’s not the type to easily give up. Leona is a predator after all and you happened to be considered a prey,

💛 since you always have your guard up around others, he finds your mysterious and unapproachable aura completely endearing, Leona wants to be the only one to whom you will open up

💛 he acts more than he talks, so at first expect that lazy lion to actually put some effort – he will intimidate people you’re scared of, will carry your bag if you happen to walk in the same direction as him without even asking for your permission or he would invite you to his table in canteen,

💛 when he realises his approach doesn’t work that well and you’re still slightly intimidated by him, Leona will change his strategy,

💛 since you don’t want to be open, then he won’t be forcing you. Leona decides to show you an example. He opens up to you, tells you his honest thoughts without beating around the bush – which actually works and makes you gradually trust him more and more,

💛 Leona is not rushing you or putting any pressure on you, after all hunts are not supposed to be easy and end so rapidly,

💙 his tentacle senses began tingling when he spotted you. His greedy and calculating self was looking for a perfect moment to get you to sign a contract. You had heard rumours about his fishy deals and after Floyd personally and brutally invaded your comfort zone, you swore to yourself your feet would never step in Mostro Lounge again. It led to you having absolutely no trust in him and basically running away at a mere sight of the twins,

💙 if you were scared of people before, now you were terrified and your guards were even higher than always. You promised yourself to be extra cautious around Azul,

💙 Azul can partially understand you, he doesn’t like feeling vulnerable either and usually has hard time opening to others and prefers to keep things to himself, yet it doesn’t mean he will go easy on you,

💙 after your brief meeting when you politely refused a contract, Azul actually gives you time, he doesn’t seem pushy or overbearing. You don’t see him or Leech twins for extended period of time. After a while you began to feel less anxious and your body isn’t in constant “fight or flight” mode, that’s when Azul steps in.

💙 gets paired with you in poison class, completely accidentally, much to your discontent. Azul leaves you surprised by how respectful he is, not putting any pressure on you and helping you with task. He gently asks about your opinion and listens to you, which leaves you stunned,

💙 you don’t warm that easily to him, having at the back of your mind all the horrible rumours about him. Azul is a great manipulator. While he was seemingly giving you time, Leech twins were busy collecting any information about you, which could be helpful in the future. Soon, Azul adapts his responses to your reactions, slowly making you lower your guard in his company,

💙 offers you a small favour, without any contract and wants nothing in return. You were suspicious, he keeps his promise, which makes you slightly warm up to him, Azul views that as investment in the future and he is more than willing to make another favour,

💙 just one day Azul will return to collect your outstanding debt,

💙 if he doesn’t manage to woo you with his manners, clever tricks, then surely, he can do it through a contract, right?

🧡he is open and friendly with everyone and his bright and energetic personality scared you a bit at first. His presence was a bit overbearing to you and you couldn’t believe you would find such a kind soul in this school,

🧡 Jamil had to explain to him, why you may not want to open up to new people and have trust issues, after that he would change his approach,

🧡 Kalim wants to gain your trust and become your friend, before he would try to woo you, he doesn’t want to blow his chances with you, so he takes things slow,

🧡 soon you learn that he’s genuinely friendly and cheerful and he’s not trying to be someone he isn’t,

🧡 Kalim talks openly with you, doesn’t hide anything about himself and is more than happy to share some histories about his past with you

🧡 often tells you that he appreciates time you spend with him and how this relationship is important to him,

🧡 gradually, your conversations began to flow more easily and naturally and you find yourself opening a little,

🧡 eventually, his bright personality wins you over

💜 Vil thinks highly of himself and is sure that making you fall for him would be easy-peasy. After all, who wouldn’t want to date him? Isn’t he such a perfect lover? He knows, it’s just a matter of time before you let your guard down and fall head over heels for him,

💜 sends Rook to discreetly gather some crucial information about you, he wants to understand why are you cautious and don’t you want to trust others. After finding a cause, Vil is more than happy to impose the best (in his opinion) solution and solve your issues. You won’t even notice his attempts,

💜 Vil is an excellent actor. After learning more about you and analysing your personality with Rook, he will adjust his words, gestures to your reactions. He always creates a perfect ambiance for your talks and seems to be empathizing with you. But you will never know which sugar-coated word was his true self.

💜 makes you believe that he leads the conversations with you, while having the intention of fully listening to you. Soon, you’re convinced that he’s a reliable person in whose company you can speak without feeling judged or embarrassed. After all, doesn’t he seek to understand you?

💜 Vil judges you internally, although in your eyes, he’s a very encouraging and supportive person. He helps you adjust in this completely new word and initially he isn’t harsh to you, as he is with Epel. He showers you in compliments, builds your self-esteem and makes you feel appreciated in his company. After all, Vil is going to fix your any imperfection after you eventually becomes his.

💜 if you reject him despite his relentless efforts, special addition to your apple or an old-fashioned love potion should make you fall for him,

🖤 oh boy, he is rather scared of people, often avoiding them at all cost and now he wants to overcome your barriers you had set around you and win you over?

🖤 it’s going to be a tough challenge, Idia himself is not sure whether he can overcome it,

🖤 feels very awkward whenever he tries to get out of his comfort zone and approach you, so he practically doesn’t leave it. You’re not sure how many times you had seen him leaving his dorm, yet alone his room,

🖤 you both share a lot in common, so he perfectly understands why you may have trust issues and don’t want to open up so easily,

🖤 Idia gives you (and mostly himself) quite a lot of time and if he finally gathers lasting remains of his practically non-existing courage, he will message you,

🖤 most of your conversations would be online. Surprisingly to you, they don’t feel awkward or forced, you both enjoy them, slowly warming up to each other,

🖤 eventually you would take your relationship from Internet to real life,

💚 he is a patient fae, so he gives you as much time as you need to warm up to him. Your mistrust and fear of people, as well as having your guards up all the time is understandable to him.

💚 Malleus is not exactly an open person with a vast circle of friends. Besides, most of Diasomnia students are also cautious and discreet, so he is rather accustomed to it and doesn’t find you weird,

💚 He doesn’t mind walking in the forest with you in complete silence and doesn’t even find it awkward,

💚 Malleus is elated when you gradually become more comfortable in his company, he always makes sure you’re feeling alright and is a great listener. You could spend hours rabbiting on how your day was awful and he would be there to hear it. You have his full and undivided attention,

💚 always tells you how much he appreciates time spent with you and how much this relationship means to him,

💚 appreciates every piece of information you share about yourself and in return does the same. Generally sooner or later, you both help subconsciously help each other open up and before you even realise, you start to develop feelings for your kind Tsunotarou,

1K notes · View notes

specialagentsergio · 3 years

Text

love, in ink

summary: Spencer wants to do something special to commemorate your relationship. (or, reader and spencer get a couples’ tattoo)

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: tattoos & tattooing, one very light sexual reference bc i'm a hoe

a/n: i recently got my first tattoo and i’ve been absolutely obsessed with tattoos ever since, so here you go. location and design was purposefully left vague so you can imagine anything you want, but i do write reader as already having at least two tattoos.

word count: 2.9k

masterlist

Spencer’s been thinking about it for years.

Two years, eight months, and twenty days to be exact.

Looking back, four months and ten days was pretty early to be thinking of something so permanent. But he couldn’t help it—contrary to how he thinks people perceive him, he’s a romantic. A bit of a hopeless one, really.

In any case, he had been right. Almost three years after your first date, you’re still together and absolutely in love. You live together, your lives are inseparably entwined. Every day has been an affirmation of the conclusion he came to three months into your relationship—you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

So really, four months and ten days wasn’t all that early to think of getting a tattoo with you.

He doesn’t have any, but you do, and he’s always loved them. He likes running his fingers over them, pressing kisses to them, rubbing moisturizer into them, and aiding you in making sure they’re all well covered in sunscreen before you’re going to be outside for a while.

He’d never really considered getting a tattoo until he saw how much you loved yours. It’s one of your favorite forms of self-expression, you’ve told him. You say the body art helps you feel more confident, comfortable, and at home in your body. Confidence in your body—that’s definitely something he could do with. But above everything, because it’s something you love, and Spencer loves you, it’s an experience he wants to share with you.

He brings up the idea over dinner forty-five days before your three-year anniversary. You’re reading while you eat—a common occurrence in your home for the both of you. He spins his fork in his hand a few times, then carefully sets it down and says your name.

You hold up a finger to ask him to wait; he watches your eyes move across the page as you finish the paragraph you’re on. Your attention is on him as soon as you’re finished. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He’s nervous—he knows you love him, but what if you say no anyways? What if you don’t want to get a tattoo with him? They are permanent, after all. “It’s… I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” he admits.

Your eyes widen when you pick up on his anxiety. “Oh god, are you breaking up with me?”

He nearly chokes on the water he’d nervously sipped. “Wha—no, no!” he rushes to assure. “I—I love you. I don’t—I don’t ever want that.”

You take in a deep breath, carefully putting your book aside. “Alright. Okay.”

“Why would you think I was breaking up with you?” he asks, concerned about the conclusion you’d jumped to. “Are… are you not happy? Are things not good between us, for you? I thought—well, think, they are. Maybe I’m wrong? I could be. I’ve never been the best at reading social clues. Have I missed something? I’m sorry if I have. I--”

“Spence, Spencer.” You interrupt his nervous rambling and reach across the table, placing your hand on top of his. “Things are great between us for me. I love you, too. You were just so serious when you said you wanted to talk, it caught me off guard. It’s… not an uncommon way for a conversation about breaking up to start.”

“Oh. Sorry. I—I didn’t realize it could come off like that,” he says quietly.

“It’s okay. As long as we’re not breaking up, I’m happy.” You give his hand a squeeze before leaning back in your chair. “So, what is it you want to talk about?”

“Right.” He squares his shoulders and wipes his damp palms on his pants. “Our three year anniversary is in forty-five days, and I was thinking to celebrate, maybe we could… get a tattoo together?”

Immediately you break into the most beautiful smile—he’s happy to have an eidetic memory when it comes to moments like this. “Really?” you ask, body tense with excitement.

“Yeah. Really,” he confirms. “I, um… I guess you’re on board, then?”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Spencer this is so exciting! Your first tattoo!”

He doesn’t bother to correct you about calling it his first. He’s got no plans to get more, so this could very well be his only tattoo. But he doesn’t want to dampen the moment, so instead he says, “I don’t really have any ideas for it. I just want to do it with you.”

“Wait here.” You disappear into the bedroom and return with a folded piece of notebook paper. It’s worn and wrinkled, the edges curled in. He unfolds it carefully to find the page covered in your handwriting. Some of the writing looks more rushed than other parts. Some sections are in blue ink, some are in black. It’s clear you’ve been compiling this list for quite a while.

He reads it at his normal, rapid pace, but it takes him a few moments to understand it. “Is this a list of…?”

You nod. “Tattoo ideas.” He looks up at you in… well, in awe, and you shrug. “I don’t want to just get your name on me, as nice as it is.”

“How long have you been working on this?”

“Um.” The answer seems to embarrass you a little. “A… a couple of years.”

“Years?” he repeats. “But you never said anything.”

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured into getting a tattoo,” you say. “Since they are, you know, permanent.”

“Relatively.” He looks back to the paper, running his fingertips over the indents left by the pressure of the pen. “They naturally fade with age, and can age prematurely through sun exposure.”

“Yeah. Listen, it’s okay if you don’t like any of my ideas.”

Spencer shakes his head—he likes a lot of them, but he already knows which one he wants—he knew as soon as he read it. He points. “This one.”

You bend down to see it and smile. “I was hoping you’d pick that one.”

“It’s perfect,” he says, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

---

You handle pretty much everything, contacting one of your favorite artists and pitching the idea. You’ve been tattooed by her before—specifically, she did his favorite of your tattoos. So he’s happy to have her do this one, too, putting down the deposit without hesitation. The artwork she sends back is everything he pictured and more. She’s taken the idea and brought it to life better than he could ever hope to. A few tweaks here and there, then the date is set. You’ll be getting tattooed the Friday before your anniversary.

Yours will be done first, near the end of his work day—when he arrives, you should be just about done. It’s not exactly how he imagined it happening, but you said it would be better this way. If he sits and watches you get the entire thing done, you think he’ll end up psyching himself out about his own tattoo.

“Is it really that bad?” he had asked.

You shrug. “Well, it’s pain, so it’s obviously not super fun, but it’s tolerable. You overreacted when I stubbed my toe last week, so I think it’s probably best if you’re not there watching me the entire time.”

“I don’t like seeing you in pain,” he defends sheepishly.

“Exactly. I’ll keep you updated with texts and pictures, though, okay?”

He agrees, because honestly, you’re probably right.

Getting into bed with you the night before he asks, “What does it feel like? Besides it just hurting.”

“It’s different for everyone. It also depends on where you get it.” Spencer bumps your arm with his nose, silently requesting for you to adjust your position in a way that allows him to press as much of his body as he possibly can against yours. You place your hand in his hair once he’s settled, as usual, then continue. “It does kind of… vibrate. That’s something I didn’t expect going into my first tattoo.”

“Vibrate?” he repeats. “That’s… well, I guess it makes sense, considering how tattoo machines work.”

“Mm-hmm. But I wouldn’t worry about that part if I were you. Last time I checked, vibration isn’t a sensation that bothers you.” A very slight tug on his hair. “The opposite, actually.”

The squeak he makes is involuntary. “I, um… okay. I’ll—I’ll keep that in mind.”

He’s treated to a little laugh, but then your tone changes. “Seriously, though, Spencer. It’s okay if it ends up being too much, or just not for you, and you can’t finish the tattoo. Or if you just don’t want to finish it. I won’t be mad.”

He’s taken by surprise at first. It is a worry that he’s been harboring, that all the sensory input will be too much, but he’s never said anything about it, so how did you know?

Then again, it’s you. Of course you know. You always do.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

---

“Hey, how can I help you?”

Spencer looks up from his phone to the woman who’s just come into the front of the shop from the back. As promised, you’d kept him updated on your tattoo process with texts and pictures.

“Um, I—I have an appointment?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but he’s really nervous—you were definitely right to have him come in later than you so he doesn’t have enough time to get really worked up.

“Who’s it with?”

“Megan.”

She glances over her shoulder. “Megan is currently with someone. I can go ask her how long the wait will be.”

“No, it’s okay, she’s working on my partner. We’re—we’re getting tattoos together,” he explains.

“Oh, fun! I’ll lead you back, then.”

He follows her to an open doorway. Your body is still and unmoving; Megan is hunched over your skin. You smile when you see him. “Hi, Spencer.”

“Hey. Um, how’s it going?”

You sigh. “Well, to be honest, I think this is going to be my last tattoo.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Megan says without looking up.

The little angry huff you make before replying with “I know” makes him smile, and his nerves settle a little. “Why do I do this to myself?”

Spencer can tell it’s just a rhetorical question, asked in good humor, but he can’t stop himself from answering it regardless.

“There are many different reasons that could drive someone to get a tattoo despite the pain, including the adrenaline and endorphins the body produces in response to pain, stress relief, and the need for creative expression.”

“Stress relief?” you repeat. “I haven’t heard that one before.”

“It is a strange concept at face value. An example, though, would be getting a tattoo to mark the end of a difficult period in your life. Some people get them to symbolize personal difficulties or trauma, or to memorialize people they’ve lost. It can be a form of catharsis that helps them process painful emotions, memories, or other stressful feelings.”

Your head tilts as you take the information in. “That’s interesting.”

“Alright.” Megan leans back. “It’s done. Go take a look.”

Spencer follows you to the full length mirror. “Oh, wow,” you breathe out as soon as you see it. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Spencer.” You touch his arm. “What do you think?”

It takes him a few moments to answer because he’s been overcome with emotion. He’s overwhelmed with just how much you love and care for him to have permanently embedded a reminder of him into your skin. “It’s perfect,” he whispers.

“It is,” you agree.

You return to Megan and she takes a few photos of the tattoo, promising to text them to you, then gets started on the aftercare. “You know the drill,” she says, but still gives you the instructions for what to do as the artwork heals. He only barely registers what she’s saying—his eyes are glued to the tattoo.

“Okay, let me get everything switched out and cleaned up, and then we can start on yours, Spencer.”

“Hmm?” He tears his gaze away to find Megan looking at him. “Oh, right. Okay.” He sits off to the side with you while she disposes of supplies, replaces them with new, sterile ones, and wipes everything down.

She works fast—before he knows it, Megan has shaved and cleaned his skin, and has him in front of the mirror as she places the stencil. It takes a few tries to get it just right. He apologizes when she has to print the stencil again, but she waves him off. “It’s your tattoo and it’s going to be on you forever. I want you to be one-hundred percent happy with the placement.”

His nerves spike back up when he’s settled down and all ready to be tattooed. You sit in a chair on the opposite side of him than Megan, and when you offer your hand, he grabs it immediately.

“Breathe, baby,” you say gently. “Try not to tense up too much.”

He does try, but still jumps a little when Megan’s gloved hand touches him. “Sorry,” he says breathlessly. “I’m a little nervous.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine,” she reassures. “I won’t start until you’re ready.”

“I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Okay. I’ll start with just one small line.”

It’s a strange sensation, unlike anything he’s felt before, but it’s… not horrible. He’s been scratched by cats in the past, and it feels kind of like that, but hot. There’s the vibrating you had mentioned, too.

“How was that?” Megan asks.

“Not so bad,” he answers honestly.

“That’s great. I’ll keep going then. Settle in. Just let me know if you start feeling funny or if you need a break, alright?” At his nod, she goes to work, and he switches his attention to you. He knows he shouldn’t, that it’ll probably come back to bite him in the ass, but he can’t stop himself from teasing you.

“I don’t know why you were complaining earlier,” he says in his best innocent voice, with his best innocent expression. “It’s not that bad.”

The way your mouth drops open just a little bit is adorable, and so is the noise of disbelief that follows. “Yeah, okay. Tell me that again at the end.”

“I will,” he replies, mentally adding probably not to the sentence.

You roll your eyes and let go of his hand to sort through your things. You give him a lollipop when you find it.

“What’s this for?” Suckers aren’t really his favorite candy.

“Your adrenaline is probably going to drop now that the tattoo has started and I don’t want you to pass out,” you say. “The sugar will help prevent you from getting lightheaded.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

The tattoo goes well overall, he thinks. It’s definitely painful, but like you said, it’s tolerable. He’s certainly felt worse. Near the end, though, he really starts hurting, and a grimace slips across his face.

“She’s almost done,” you reassure. He hasn’t been looking at it, but you have. “Also, what was that you saying earlier?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “It’s not even the needle, you know. It’s the paper towels.”

“A lot of people say that,” Megan says. “Just a few more minutes left.”

He spends those last few minutes questioning every decision he’s made in his life that has led him to this moment, and swearing to himself that he’s never going to do this again. But then it’s over and he’s looking at in the mirror, and it’s suddenly like the past five minutes never happened.

Spencer loves it. He absolutely adores it. Not just the art itself, but how it looks on his body and how it’s making him feel.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask, making him jump a little. He’d been so fixated on the tattoo that he didn’t notice you joining him.

He ponders for a moment to find the right words. “I’m beginning to understand why you like doing this so much.”

You grin. “It’s great, huh?”

“It is, yeah. I kind of want to touch it; is that weird?”

“No, but don’t,” you reply. “It’s an open wound.”

“I know.” He looks back at Megan. “This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she says. “Thank you for trusting me with your first tattoo.”

When he drags himself away from the mirror, she goes over aftercare with him, and he listens more intently this time. A few things are going to be a little inconvenient, he thinks, but it’s more than worth the trade off.

You take his hand as you leave the shop. “I’m so happy that I got to do that with you.”

He squeezes your hand back. “Me too.”

You reach the car, but before he can move towards the passenger side, you pull him in close. “I love you.”

His free hand comes up to cradle your cheek. “I love you, too.”

You kiss him, soft and sweet. “Happy three years,” you say when you pull back.

“Here’s to three more?” he offers, a little nervous, but mostly hopeful.

Your smile leaves no room for doubt. “I like the sound of that.”

---------------

hit up my inbox if you wanna talk tattoos bc i fucking love them. what do you see spencer getting with his partner?

general taglist: @calm-and-doctor , @spencerreid9

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds self insert #spencer reid #fluff #my fic #tattoos rlly are a rabbit hole for some of us like i already have an appointment for my second one lol

142 notes · View notes

raspberryranpo · 3 years

Note

hey!!!!!! idk if request r open rn but!!!!!!! if they are, can i suggest first date hcs with the blue lion boys?? since theyre the only house you havent done?

their first dates with you

fire emblem three houses: blue lion boys

DUDE i have no idea what happened overnight but i woke up with like 60 notifications lmao

& thank you so much!! yes requests are open lolol

DIMITRI

not only would this be yours & dimitri’s first date.... but it would probably be dimitri’s first date EVER

he had no clue what you’d even do on a date so he had to resort to asking sylvain (but that didn’t go so well)

luckily he had mercedes and annette to turn to, and they just told him to be himself

which he didn’t quite understand but he just went with it

anyway..... he’d probably show up to your dorm with a boquet of flowers (lavender ones) but they’d probably be a bit crushed at the stems due to how nervous he was

but he’d hold them out to you anyway & apologise for his nervousness

dimitri’s face is definitely red for the whole day too

he was very desperate to hold your hand (since he’d seen sylvain doing it) but was afraid that he’d crush you

so he resorted to offering you his arm instead

he probably took you on a walk through the forest near the monastery

he wanted to use that opportunity to learn more about you, but it instead ended up being him telling you all about the different types of trees you could see

i bet he knows literally everything about trees and plants ok (thank dedue)

annette and mercedes gave him a little picnic to have with you & dimitri was very excited to show you the cute little sandwiches they made

he’d talk to you about something you’re very interested in (he did a lot of research) and then watch as you rambled on about something he has no idea about

he has the cutest look in his eyes, too full of love

throughout the entire day all he did was make sure you were smiling too, and he was constantly trying to make you laugh

he told a few jokes (probably about something actually really sad) but they didn’t go too well. you laughed anyway though

either way you had a really fun time, mostly because of how cute dimitri was being

DEDUE

dedue has also never been on a date

but he has more common sense than dimitri so obviously he doesn’t go to sylvain for advice

dates with dedue probably don’t go how dates are supposed to go - you guys just hang out together, maybe you kiss, maybe you just hold hands

you quietly sit in the greenhouse together, tending to dedue’s flowers

you’re probably one of the only people he lets touch his flowers, seeing as though he loves you a lot

it would be peaceful & quiet, and the only times either of you would speak would be when you’d ask about a certain flower, or when dedue would tell you about the plant he was looking after at the time

maybe after you both finish watering & weeding all the plants, you’d just sit there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence

i’m sure chef deddles (love chef deddles) would bring you a small sized version of whatever dish he was working on at the moment

or he’d bring you something he’d made up himself for you to try first

anything he makes or does, the first person he’d show is you

dedue brings a blanket or something to wrap around the two of you as you sit later on into the night

he worries that doing this is too boring, or it’s not a good enough first date

but you just have to reassure him that it’s nice & that you enjoy it :(:( he’s too anxious bless

as he’s walking you back to your dorm, he’ll gently take your hand & tell you that he’s had a very nice time

maybe he’ll just gently kiss your cheek, or if he’s not feeling that confident, he’ll just squeeze your hand & give you the gentlest smile

SYLVAIN

sylvain has been on many a date so he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing

he takes you to a cute little cafe in town

he wanted to take you to a restaurant at the start, but decided against it since he had no idea if you’d like that or not

but everyone likes a little cafe date... right?

since he’s actually bothered to formally ask you on a date & is serious about you, he’d probably bring you one or two of his favourite books

because we all know he’s actually a smarty pants

he’d hold your hand or have an arm wrapped around your waist on the way there, & he’d point out all the places he’s been kicked out of for flirting with the waitresses (or even the owner) because he knows you won’t judge him for that

anyway. when you get there, he insists on sitting on one of the couch chairs (or whatever they had in the 12th century) and at first you sit opposite each other

he likes it that way since you can both talk to each other face to face (and he can playfully tap your feet under the table)

the day is full of jokes & weird stories that sylvain has

somehow he’s met literally everyone and anyone and always has the most wack story for any situation

he also playfully flirts with you - it’s not serious (even though he means it) but it’s so cheesy it’s funny

after a while, when the cafe is quieter, sylvain comes and sits with you on your side of the table

he just wraps an arm around your shoulders using the old yawn & stretch trick

leaning over, you feel his lips on your cheek & he just whispers a little “thank you” for allowing him to have a real date

FELIX

felix is born different. he’s a different breed

he does not have any experience since he’s NEVER HAD A CRUSH. or so he says

and he’s too stubborn to ask anyone for help so he just does whatever he feels like

by that, i mean you guys definitely stay in the training hall for the entire day

if you accepted felix’s feelings you knew exactly what you were getting into, so deal with it

he forces you to spar with him for most of the day but he cares about you too much to overexert you

when you both take a break he sits really close to you for no particular reason other than to sit close to you

this is felix’s romance. sharing sweat (aw)

he also goes easy on you when you’re fencing

not that he thinks you’re incapable of fighting at his level, but that he just doesn’t want to accidentally stab you

sometimes he lets you win & really sarcastically says something like “aw, damn! you’ve won again...!” with this really soft smile on his face

only on the premise that nobody else is around

on the way back he won’t hold your hand or anything but he’ll constantly look back at you with the fondest look in his eyes

he probably looks down at your hands wishing he has the courage to actually hold them too

at the end of the day when he’s walked you all the way back to your dorm, he’ll very spontaneously kiss you right on the lips

he’ll have a very firm hold of your face but all of a sudden he’ll just let go & run off with his face bright red

sylvain probably saw and that’s why he left so suddenly looool

ASHE

i was going to say something stupid like ghost hunting but ashe would probably rather die

he’d probably just sit in the library with you and discuss books with you for a few hours, nothing too major

but ashe has a way with words & can tell old tales as though he was there (even if i’m remembering his character wrong, let’s just pretend)

you’d ask him about the book he’s currently reading & he’d tell you the plot of it (without spoiling it obviously) and the way he’d word it would make you want to pick it up immediately

the both of you just sit in the library quietly for hours, reading a book each

the only time either of you would talk would be when either one of you would laugh at something in your book & you’d have to explain the joke to the other

obviously ashe won’t allow either of you to stay up really late (no later than like 7) because the monastery gets dark at that point

and you know what comes out when the monastery gets dark?

absolutely nothing. but it’s funny seeing ashe scream at shadows so don’t say anything

i imagine that your first date goes so well, ashe forgets about the time & you both come out of the library at like 11:00

it’s a wonder seteth hasn’t found the two of you

anyway. your date actually turns out to be a ghost hunting trip (alternate title: ashe runs away from the ghosts while you laugh at him, and neither of you can see where your dorms are)

it’s fun anyway. well, not in ashe’s opinion

at some point you see this really big shadow that’s moving towards you and you both scream thinking it’s a really evil ghost

suddenly a torch is lit on the wall & turns out its seteth

“i knew i intimidate many students, but surely i don’t elicit a scream that loud!”

seteth quietly escorts the two of you back to the dorms and it’s really awkward

he eventually leaves you both alone & ashe sighs the biggest sigh of relief you’ve ever heard

he quietly thanks you and, with the most courage he’s ever had, he pecks your cheek & runs off

my first ask 🤪🤪 thank you so much!!! ah this was fun to write

requests are still open by the way!! for any of the fandoms on my rules page lolol

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h headcanons #fe3h x reader #dimitri x reader #dedue x reader #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #sylvain x reader #ashe ubert x reader #blue lions x reader

199 notes · View notes

reidswritings · 3 years

Text

I’ll Fight For You

authors note; uhhh happy new year! this is just a little something i wrote when i was feeling sad and wishing i had a spencer. i am in NO WAY trying to romanticize depression lol also this is kinda based on the song moonlight by future islands (this isnt edited so if you saw a mistake, no you didnt)

word count; 2.5k

warnings; depression and anxiety

Heavy. So, so heavy. That’s how she felt. She felt like the whole world had its ties on her and they were dragging her down, down, down. It felt like the darkness had finally caught up with her. She felt as though she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It was all too much— too much of an effort, too much of a task, too much to even get her body to sit up.

She had been fine the night before— that’s what she was trying to convince herself.

She hadn’t been.

No, instead she had been declining and everyone who knew her could see it. They could see it on her face, they could see it when her usually contagious smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. They saw it in the way she apologized one too many times. They saw it in the way she constantly zoned out. They saw it get worse and worse and worse every day.

Bit by bit they watched as the disease clawed its way from the depths of whatever cave it lived in and did its very best to drag her back down into the darkness with it.

They saw it all. They were just too polite to say anything. Too polite, too uncaring, too preoccupied. Too whatever. A part of her wished they hadn’t been too whatever. A part of her wished they cared enough to reach out.

Though, she thought, maybe it was a good thing they hadn’t. Maybe it was a good thing they let her be. Maybe it was a good thing— it gave her the opportunity to get over whatever this was by herself, in peace.

The Tired Girl wasn’t kidding anyone. They all knew what this was. This wasn’t some funk she’d get over. This wasn’t just a bad day. This was just her life. This was just how she had to live. This was her condition rearing its ugly head—her depression. It always happened to her at the worst times. It happened when she first fell in love. It happened when everything was going well at work. It happened when nothing was wrong in her life. It happened when her life was absolute shit. It always happened when she least expected it.

It just always happened.

Beside her, she felt the comforter pull. It pulled away from under her chin, letting in the cold air. Letting in the bad thoughts. Letting in the intrusive thoughts. Letting in everything she desperately wanted to keep out. She felt him move from the bed, his hand patting her back. He leaned down, fingers tangling themselves in her knotted hair, kissing her head so softly she wanted to cry. She heard him grunt as he stood, bones cracking alongside the stretch he gave— she listened as he did the same thing he did every single morning.

She heard him gulp down the glass of water from the night prior, she heard him walk into the bathroom connected to their room and she heard him hum to himself as he started his day. She listened as he twisted open the cap to his contacts, then his glasses case. She heard him opened the face wash and then the toothpaste. She heard it all, stuck in the bed like she was chained to it. Stuck in the bed like she was prisoner to it.

She heard him do all these things and once again, like clockwork, she began to feel her body seize up. She felt her blood boil, she felt herself become so angry she could hardly stand it.

She wished she could move. She wished she could get up to be with him. She wished she could partake in their morning kiss. She wished they could laugh together in the bathroom mirror, toothbrushes in hand and toothpaste falling down their lips and chins. She wished she could share a cup of coffee with him. She wished and wished and wished. She wished she wasn’t so angry at the world, at herself, at everything.

Oh, how she wished she could just be there.

Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time wasn’t relevant to her anymore. Her unfocused eyes were watching the curtains. They were pulled closed, dark and depressing— much like herself. She remembered when they bought the stupid drapes.

The had bought the blackout ones, hopeful not to be woken up by the sun raising. She liked it at the time, she thought it was a good idea. . . at the time. Now, the goddamn curtains were hurting her soul. She wanted to pull them open. She just had no energy. She just couldn’t move.

So, she sat, staring blankly at the god awful blackout curtains. Until he blocked her view. Her eyes focused, meeting the beautiful hazel eyes she fell in love with. His mouth was moving but her ears hadn’t caught up yet. She could tell that he was sighing, defeated. She blinked, unmoving. She felt bad, she felt so fucking horrible. She felt horrible for her, for him, for everything. Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to move— to make it better. To fix things.

She watched his hand reach out, slowly, settling on her covered arm. She could feel the warmth through her shirt and that made things a little better. Not much, but when you’re that sick, anything helped. No matter how big or small.

She wanted to smile, thank him for being there for her. She wanted to kiss him like her life depended on it. She wanted to give him all the things he deserved— but still, she was unmoving, frozen.

Everything hit her at once, she could throw up. She could cry, she could scream, she could throw a fucking fit. She wanted to be left alone, she couldn’t handle anything. He was talking, she was catching the tail end of it. “—ou alright?”

Thick with sleep, with sadness, with morning haziness, her voice was loud, “Huh?’’

He spoke again, “I said, are you alright?” She could feel his thumb rubbing against her arm and it hurt. It hurt. Everything hurt. She shook her head, eyes closing again. She felt her face scrunch up, in annoyance, in pain, in sadness, in everything she wished she wasn’t.

He moved his hand, the one that was just too soft, to her cheek. She wished it was soothing, she wished she could lean into his touch. The Worried Boy nodded, “Okay, okay. What can I do? How can I help?’’

The girl shrugged. She was sighing, heavy, it carrying everything that she had bottled up the past weeks. She knew what she needed, but she was too afraid to ask. Too afraid to voice her thought, too afraid she’d be too much. Too afraid that this would be the one thing that he deemed to be too much.

He pulled the blanket back up to her chin, hands hovering. His mind was moving a mile a minute, trying, thinking of anything that might help his Pretty Girl. Her mind was creating lies, telling her that she was worthless, that he hated her, that she was nothing.

It was a whirlwind— her mind. She willed it to stop, unsuccessfully, she curled further into her dark position. She felt his hands leave her, finally. A breath of fresh air rushed through her lungs, comfort and calm filling her veins. She could finally breathe— until she couldn't again. Her mind began again, throwing the nasty at her. It told her he didn't love her, it told her he didn't want to touch her. It told her she was too much. It told her all the things she didn't want to hear.

It told her all the things he tried too hard to make her forget on the good days.

"Hey." his voice cut through the fog, loud and strong. It was her light at the end of her dark tunnel, "Stop that."

He let out a breath, it fanned on her face, she welcomed the heat that followed. “I’m sorry.”

He was shaking his head, sad and feeling all the feelings for her. He wished away her bad thoughts, he wanted her to return to the usually bubbly girl she was.

Her world was suddenly shifting again and her mind becoming no less clouded, heavy as ever. The boy who she loved with her entire being, pulled her arms to her chest, sliding in bed behind her. His lips were moving against her ear, words brushing her skin.

Her ears were picking up on the sweet nothings her pretty boy was murmuring, but her mind was on a different path. Her mind was fogged. It was like she was watching, listening, through a fogged up piece of glass.

She could feel his arms on her body, it was comforting. And before she knew what was happening to her, her mind was swirling again. It was sharp. She found her voice, strong in the disappointment that was her illness. “Spence— Spencer, I-I.”

She stopped, depression kicking her in the ass. Spencer’s voice was louder. “Don’t, don’t stop. Keep going, push through, Y/N/N.”

“I’m so tired. I feel like. . . everything is just so hard right now, Spence.”

He sighed, she did too, eyes heavy and lethargic. She was so fucking tired, she felt like she could pass out any second. She felt like she hadn’t slept in ages. Her head fell back on to his shoulder, his hands bursting away the knotted hair away. If she wasn’t in this funk, she knew her heart would’ve skipped a beat at the simple gesture. Breath heavy on her lungs, on her body, on her mind and soul, she exhaled.

Her boy nodded, squeezing her just a little extra. “That’s it. Let it out.”

His hands were moving again, brushing against her cheeks. He was wiping, lingering. Her eyes caught his hand when he finally took it away, it was wet, glistening in the small amount of light that illuminated the two.

“I’m sorry. . .” The broken girl breathed. She wasn’t sure why she did so. All she knew was that it was second nature. Saying those words was up there with the need to breathe, pressing and dire.

“. . .Why?” It was just as quiet as her cries— the ones that she barely had a clue were happening.

Despite the ignorance, she cried harder, eyes and face scrunched up tighter than Spencer had ever seen. Her breath had caught, faster than they both wanted. Her heart seized up, sad and lonely— despite the pretty boy beside her. She wanted to be anywhere other than where she was. She was tired— tired of feeling the way she did. Tired of feeling like she wasn’t enough for him. Tired of feeling like she was more a burden than a blessing. She was just so, so fucking tired.

She knew she could talk to him. She knew that. Of course she did, it was Spencer— she could tell him anything and he’d never, ever, in a millions years, judge her or make her feel like less for having her own thoughts and opinions.

So, it was usually easy to talk to him. It was easy because she loved him. She loved the way he responded, she love the way he would light up every time she sat him down and told him everything. It was easy because he would get this look on his face that she rarely ever saw. He would get this look that she loved more than anything in the whole world. More than chocolate, more than her favorite movie, more than her friends, more than everything.

Y/N’s most favorite thing in the whole world was the look that crossed his beauty whenever she talked to him. When it happened, it was like the whole world had stopped. To, Spencer, it was like everything in his world had become. . . secondary. Like, nothing else mattered to the pale boy except the words that were leaving his pretty girl. His eyes would grow all wide and innocent and it warmed Y/N’s heart every damn time.

She quickly learned that to see her favorite look, she had to talk. To him. About everything. Even the ugly. Even her deepest darkest secrets. And she did, quite often too. So, when the broken girl cried out in-between sobs and choppy breathes a very heart-wrenching, “I don’t know!” Spencer knew something was amiss.

His hands were back in her hair, pulling it away from her eyes, her forehead, opening up the girl to the light he so desperately wanted to share with her. “Hey, just breathe.”

Cries still there, just not as present, she sat up. Looking at her boy through the blurry vision that were her tears, she said, “You don’t deserve this.”

He didn’t answer, he only raised his hand, to place on her shoulder, probably. She flinched away and hurt crossed his features before he placed his hand back down onto his own leg. She continued, head shaking, “You know that, don’t you? You deserve someone who can get up with you in the morning. You should have someone who doesn’t wallow in their own pity and despair. You deserve more than me, Spence.”

“I don’t think you understand, Y/N.” His voice had a bite of sadness to it. Y/N could tell. His eyes were far away, though maintaining eye contact.

“Understand?” Her breath stilled finally. She was perplexed with her beautiful boy. An action that happened quite often.

His beautiful eyes returned, he shook his head slightly. His mouth turned up at the side and he let out the smallest of chuckles. “Y/N, I-I— You mean everything to me.”

The boy cleared his throat, probably to flush away the tears that threatened to show through his voice. Then he continued, looking at his pretty girl. “I will tell you until the end of time. I’ll tell you until it gets through that thick skull of yours.” He chuckled at that, a finger tapping against her temple.

“Spencer, I’m just so, so tired. Tired of everything.”

Her boy sighed, sad again. “ We fight for each other. You fought to clear my name, you fought to get me clean. . . again. We fight for each other, Y/N/N. And right now, I’m asking for you to make the choice to stay, because I cant do this without you, Y/N. I’m gonna fight for you. I’ll fight for you, until I don’t have to anymore.”

And for once,

For once,

For once, she realized, she wasn’t quite as alone as she had thought. She wasn’t the only one that experience this kind of sadness. She realized that her once small, dark world was no longer small and dark.

Not with Spencer Reid pulling her through the dark, never ending tunnel. Now, she wasn’t cured, not by any means, of course. But, it hurt just a little less knowing he was right there with her.

Knowing he was her light in the dark storm of life. And that was all she needed.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #mgg #matthew gray gubler

257 notes · View notes