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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 month

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baby shoes

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?

rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.

“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”

you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.

“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.

“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.

“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”

rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.

you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.

look how cute this baby is rafey

“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”

“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.

“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.

you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”

“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.

“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”

“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.

“okay, true.”

“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.

“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!”

rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine.

“what are you wearing?”

“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.

“why would you want that?” rafe questions.

“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”

rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.

“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.

“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.

“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.

“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.

“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.

“it can be.” rafe shrugs.

“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.

“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.

“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.

what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.

“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.

“you would?”

“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”

“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.

“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.

“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.

“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.

“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”

he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.

“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.

“tell me!” you complain again.

“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”

you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.

“i-i-” you stammer.

“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”

“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.

“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”

“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.

“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”

“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”

you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.

he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.

“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.

“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.

“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.

rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.

“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”

you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.

“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.

“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.

rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.

you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.

“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.

“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.

rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.

“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.

“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”

its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.

“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.

“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.

your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.

“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.

“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room.

“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.

“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.

“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.

“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.

“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”

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imfinereallyy · 9 months

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Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

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#steddie #stranger things #wayne munson #modern au #wayne likes to play match maker but unlike dustin he is good at it #steve harrington #eddie munson #implied ronance #platonic stobin #nurse steve harrington #my writing #request game #steve x eddie #ficlet

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accidentalshifter · 16 days

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Ahhhhh! An adult shifter I’m so happy! I’m so used to being one of the few adults in the shifting community it always makes me happy to see another person! Would you mind if I ask you in private messages about your experiences?

Hello, hello!! I'm really happy that you found me in the sea of shifters out there in Tumblr. You're totally welcome, any time, to ramble on into my DMs and talk about experiences with shifting. I love brainstorming & sharing ideas/stories with fellow dreamers. So, the door is open to you, new friend. 💜 If you'd like to read some of my latest shifts in large detail, you should read my pinned post. It's got my latest adventures plus a summary of the DR I'm currently exploring. But I'm also cool with 1 on 1 discussion~

⚠️ Below is a rant about ageism within the Shifting Community. Please be advised that this is just my opinion...

You know, I really hold off on posting about opinions/shifting theories because this blog is solidly focused on documenting scripts & my experiences first...but. You brought up a good point. There aren't many (public) adult shifters out there on Shiftblr, Shiftok, or the many Subreddits out there that exist. And I feel like that has a lot to do with the heavy & predominant ageism (age-based shaming) within the Shifting Community as a whole. I see a lot of young shifters out there posting:

Some person who just turned 14: Woah, you're 24??? What are YOU doing in the Shifting Community???!!! 😲 🤣 😅

As if shifting is something allowed only for young people because when you "get old," you aren't allowed to dream anymore. You're supposed to "grow out of it." But let me ask anyone reading this right now: if you really, truly believed in shifting, would you "grow out of it" when you turned 26? 28? 29? How about when you're 35 like me??? Would you stop shifting to "be an adult and live in the real world"? Abandon your s/o's?? Abandon your dreams??

The aggressive vein of ageism infecting the shifting community feels like a belief issue. Like shifting is for the young because they're allowed to be "whimsical" and engage in this dreamworld on the premise that shifting isn't real and eventually, they'll "grow out of it" and get a real job or some crap like that. Fuck that. Fuck THAT. That's the same kind of abusive crap my grandfather used to yell at me when he burned my artwork and said I needed to "grow up". Stop shaming the "old" shifters!

Many of us didn't get to have a childhood. Or a stable living situation. Or a family. Or love...

Adults need their dreams, too. In fact, with how rough and cruel this reality is, I say we all owe it to ourselves to shift. To dream. To allow ourselves the JOY and LOVE we need. It's only because of my DRs that I continue to fight for a better future for myself. As an ancient adult shifter, having my DR (and s/o's) there to support me while going through the banal horrors of this reality and medical problems, shifting helps to keep me sane. It's not a thing I'm ever going to "grow up and out of" because after you shift, you realize the world is bigger and more beautiful than you could ever imagine. And why would I ever give that up?? Be kind to us adults who shift...

Because one day, you'll be old too.

#shiftblr #shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #reality shift #shifting community #shifters #shifting blog #shifting diary #shifter #shifting antis dni #shifting reality #shifting motivation #reality shifter

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phantoids · 2 years

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Okay fuck it I'm making this post.

So, we all know the dsmp fandom, especially on twitter, has a bit of a problem with leaktwt and often lots of controversy springing from stuff obtained by kiwifarms. I'd like to talk about this, because it's been pissing me off for months and it's getting ridiculous.

Please stop trusting information like this, or at the very least be cautious with how you interact with it, take it with a large grain of salt or maybe even a handful, don't take it at fucking face value and consider to yourself: why did they obtain this information and how did they obtain it.

Especially the how, because I've noticed the amount of illegally obtained data, from information unobtainable without some form of hacking to a lot of cases of spear phishing. Spear phishing, for those who don't know, is a targeted form of phishing against a specific person; phishing is often described as trying to obtain personal or sensitive information, and here the definition is applicable as digging through years worth of information otherwise inaccessible to the average user without purposefully searching everywhere for it, specifically information from or about a specific person.

This happens a lot, we see many cases, from the people who keep doxxing ccs, to the more recent things with certain information from Steam about Wilbur being made public despite the fact it's inaccessible without some sort of digging or manipulation, and now with (I believe, idk i've not really been looking at it for obvious reasons) the whole Tubbo thing and I believe that was leaked private messages of a friend, I could be wrong there. Either way, there's been so many cases of doxxing, leaked private messages, information inaccessible on the front end of things and it's getting to a genuinely worrying point.

And this isn't because I care about content creators, but I do care about upholding data privacy. Yes, even if they've said shit in the past, please don't go digging and digging because that does fall into spear phishing, and at the end of the day it is very dubiously legal at best. This is something we're taught about in fucking cyber security courses, for even further perspective on how bad it is. Not to mention, often this information is dug up by infamous leaktwt or kiwifarms, which are pretty known for bad faith digging up of shit.

These people dig it up for clout, they dig it up for attention, they do not care who gets fucking hurt and often bringing up old shit is going to harm more people than it fucking helps. It's even worse when you try to hold someone accountable for something someone else did, especially years in the past like it's their fault.

Just, please, stop supporting this, stop circulating this shit like morning gossip, because you're not only hurting people for no good reason, it's also often spreading illegally obtained information from people who commit cybercrimes on the regular. It breaks data protection laws, it breaks someone's fucking privacy.

Content creators are people. Respect their privacy, for fuck's sake, and stop egging on leaktwt/kiwifarms, because at the end of the day you're just telling them it's perfectly fine.

And their campaign of digging things up and harming people in bad faith doesn't end at your favourite cis white boy. They will harm minorities, and they already do, just for clout and fun. Stop it while you can before it gets out of hand, and make it clear they aren't welcome, because the fandom doesn't make it clear enough.

This isn't, of course, to say you cannot be critical of information found about ccs, but please don't allow a side effect to be encouraging or inadvertently making leaktwt/kiwifarms believe it's safe for them here, and that they are supported. Be critical when your fav is found to have said awful shit in the past, give them time to clarify, but also just... be a little critical about how accurate that info is, and who is supplying it. If you find yourself thinking 'now is this really legitimately obtained?' then maybe don't spread it, because it could be fake but a lot of the time it's already been addressed and is simply spread in bad faith.

And sure, they're exposing shitty stuff right now, but what happens when they doxx someone's address for fun?

Data privacy is important, it affects everyone, and even the worst people deserve to keep it. Sure, law enforcement and courts might be able to obtain this stuff, but you're not law enforcement nor a court and you're not entitled to personal data whenever.

#void echos #discourse #this just. has to be said I think. i'm sick of seeing this shit #not to mention how dehumanised ccs are often but that's a whole other thing #respect data privacy or die by my fucking hands for fuck's sake.#yes it's not normal or fucking good to dig up old discord messages and dear god is it not normally obtained to 'find' private messages #those are illegally obtained dear god have some critical thinking about this shit.#this took a lot of courage to post tbh hopefully i don't get clowned on for respecting the fucking law and being a cybersecurity shill.

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jttw-monkeybusiness · 8 months

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That question about Wykong listening to Sophie made me wonder..... Wukong is a clever monkey sometimes, would he ever use Sophie's presence as an excuse to either behave or misbehave? Like, in the aforementioned scenario, threaten grievous harm to a human for talking smack ("I was defending her honour! You should thank me!")....... OR..... expect from the start that Sophie would plead for him to NOT hurt anyone, and therefor he gets to look like a totally cool and upstanding guy by letting the pathetic mortal off the hook ("You better be grateful to her, I'd have torn you limb from limb if she weren't so gracious and forgiving! You better thank her!") and also demonstrate to Tripitaka what a cool and upstanding guy he is by not drop kicking a pathetic mortal over the nearest mountain ("I could have but I didn't! Tell him Sophie! I am a reasonable and great person! You should all thank me!")

For clout, essentially XDD

Honestly, I can see this very well! So I think he would definitely use Sophie as an excuse to behave or misbehave! It is in his nature to be smart but very mischievous and at the beginning he didn't quite understand morals from a mortal point of view. So a lot of misbehaving happened and he wanted it to benefit him, but not too wildly that it would affect the Journey.

There are situations at the beginning when Sophie joins the gang, where Wukong teaches a mortal a lesson for talking smack to Sophie. At first, she felt surprisingly grateful that the monkey got her back but soon realized that it was mostly just an excuse to scare the mortal off: "I just wanted to beat him a little. Get some steam off. Besides, he is so disgusting that he better learn his lesson to not be a dickhead." Wukong was very serious and there was no spark in his eyes to be interested in becoming friends with Sophie, but it was his job to keep her alive and he did the bare minimum for it.

But with time that excuse turned to: "I was defending your honor, stupid woman!" "Anyone who calls you stupid, you get me. Okay?" "It seems that I have to do all the things for you, eh? Be grateful that I am a generous King." And soon this behavior also took another color in the paper. Wukong would usually stop being an ass or using force, or violence if Sophie begs for it. She has to mean it in order for him to understand the message. Wukong started to have a crush on her and he didn't want to 'ruin his image' of a perfect man in front of her. So, in order to please her he will stop but with a warning. "I would beat the living shit out of you if she didn't ask." "You got lucky. This time." Oh, and you better bet your kidneys he would use these when Tripitaka and him are having another argument. Although Tripitaka is pleased that Wukong has learned some morals for stopping violence sometimes when Sophie asks, he is still not happy about it. He knows that Wukong does that only to show off and get attention from her. If she was not there, he would be back to his old ways. He needs to learn to do this without Sophie all the time because that would put a lot of pressure on her and Tripitaka doesn't want that. The woman is dealing with her own issues and having a demon monkey in the mess would stress her out:

"Wukong, if you want to become a monk you need to learn to control your temper without someone to be there to remind you every single time. It's a part of understanding your limits."

"I don't know what you're talking about, master! I don't need her help for that! Ask her, master! Ask her and she will say that I handled the situation without her help AND I did it peacefully." "Wukong, peacefully does not include breaking the man's bones in any form!" "...Eh just a little snap in the nose will teach him a lesson. I just think about the future."

#personal questions #sun wukong #jttw tripitaka #tripitaka #journey to the west au #sun wukong x reader

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lillysilvermoon · 1 year

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What messages does the universe have for you?

Pile 1 (girl and fawn) | Pile 2 (flowers) | Pile 3 blonde girl with flowers

Pile 1

Cards: 2 of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, 8 of Pentacles and 6 of Wands.

It's a moment of determination, you're good at teamwork and I believe you're good at many things/you have different talents, in addition to a great ability to adapt. You definitely have discipline, for those who are learning something, repetition, repetition, repetition and patience, so you will improve your craft, focus on developing a certain balance and managing your time better (okay, this is general reading, but for someone here: your guides are really worried, they've told you a thousand times to rest but you don't listen... please don't overwork yourself Pile 1, your guides are really worried :( )

It's a time to find a certain balance between doing your best and resting. If there's any doubt about something: go inwards and have some quiet time will help you find the answers you're looking for (I've heard the word meditation so maybe it will suit for some but know you don't need to sit and meditate, sometimes just take a walk alone , no music. only you, can already help).Now, you had an extra card!!!! 6 of wands is a big YES!!! If you're waiting for an answer: it will work, this letter talks about support (fans? are any of you trying to be famous? is this our pile of tiktokers? youtubers? whatever it is has a great chance of working and you achieve success - let us know so we can follow y'all and help♡) so, for this group: Be patient, keep improving your craft, creating your content, but try to have some time to just be with yourself, and keep the balance between work and rest, also: I need to emphasize this or one of your guides won't let me continue: MANAGE YOUR TIME RIGHT, make a To Do List, buy a planner, whatever works best for you, but organize your time right.

Messages:

"Please take care of yourself!!!:("

"You >really< need to drink more water"

"Spend time with trees, they will help" (whoever said this: it's old and have a really calm vibe)

"Stop eat to much junk food!!!!!"

"Do the shadow work about your anxiety"

"Do NOT tell anything to this person, she/he are NOT trustworthy"

some signs: John, green, 444, Ana, Alexia, BTS, Douglas, Adelia, long walks, water/water signs (cancer, pisces, scorpio), taurus, Venus placements are important

Pile 2

Cards: The Emperor, King of Wands, Queen of Pentacles and 10 of Cups

I started to feel a headache as soon as I started reading this pile, so maybe some of y'all need to take better care of your crown chakra, or connect more with your spirituality; Since aries is the sign associated with our head maybe some of you are aries or fire sign. As I shuffled the cards Freya came to mind ( I think she is reaching out, it's a small group maybe 3 people? but y'all are missing the signs, try to light her a candle and do some divination to confirm if it resonates to you!!). Okay: for some of you I heard divine connection. As Emperor and King of Wands has a very strong masculine energy I believe for a small group it is your twin flame (maybe they are an aries or a fire sign) but for most of you is a soulmate. If you are waiting for something you will receive good news, maybe a celebration is coming. Some of you will make new friends, and it will be your soul tribe for most of you, and I believe your divine counterpart will be there, or he is the one who will introduce you to them. For some of you more discipline is needed, indecision will get in your way (if you were in doubt with Pile 1 go check it out), cultivating a healthy sense of discipline will help you to get what you want; With the Queen of Pentacles the message is clear: be disciplined, work hard for what you want but don't forget to reward yourself later, you deserve it! have confidence in your truth, speak it without fear, so you will attract real and deep and connections.

Messages:

"Keep going you are doing great! We believe in you" (y'all they have such a fun, happy and caring energy I'm smiling here cause they are so lovely♡)

"Take care of yourself"

"Stop scrolling through your phone and sleep earlier"

(I need to say this here because some of y'all guides will not let me continue: Divine union is coming YOU NEED TO HAVE PATIENCE!!!)

Signs:

Pisces, aries, Freya, Anubis (I think he has a message for someone) Lotus, lily, books, movie time.

Pile 3

Cards: Queen of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, 8 of Swords and the Devil

Some of you have been going through a lot of shit, I'm so sorry pile 3. It's okay if you experienced rejection and felt sad or angry, honor your feelings but PLEASE dont take to much time on them, stop to brood until things seem worse than they really are, it doesn't help or make you feel good, it just leaves you stuck in a negative situation making you feel bad, I know that when we go through bad situations they seem bigger than they really are, but I see it here that it is there what you're going through, it's just a bad moment, a stumbling block okay?

With 5 Pentacles, this card usually shows difficulties, and although external factors count, it usually shows that you are the one to blame for what you are going through. Please reflect on whether you are giving yourself the support, respect and care you deserve. Some of you are not speaking your truth, stop allowing people to treat you like trash and take their bullshith. Speak your truth with confidence in yourself, be unapologetically YOU, because y'all dont need to prove anything to anyone okay?

Some of you really need to learn to slow down and, you know, rest?..... men really, some of you need to work on meditation or anything that help to clear y'all minds, 7 of swords, some of you are in a very bad mental place, so you cannot see a solution anywhere. Y'all need to take time out to rest, relax. Then think again and I'm sure you will find a solution. Definitely some here need to work on their thought patterns and the mental talk they have with themselves, there are a lot of people here who have really negative self talk and y'all need to work on this.

The last we have the devil card, this card usually comes in what I call "you're trying to put flowers in the trash" trash doesn't stop being trash because it has flowers in it, you're doing the same thing over and over again and fooling yourselves, y'all are going down the same bad road trying to make it look good.

In summary: you are in a situation that seems to have no solution, but it is not as bad as it appears to be. But for that you need to work on your shadows, your fears, when you do that you will heal A LOT of things, which will help you to have more confidence in yourself, speak your truth and not take shit from anyone.

Messages:

"Go read your books"

"I love you" (who ever said this they really do love you I felt literally physical pain on my chest, they are worried about you)

"Stop second guessing yourself"

Signs:

Alice, purple, vampires, tea, Libra, Sagittarius and Capricorn, artist, museums, beach, apples.

I hope y'all liked this reading, it's my first reading so sorry anything :p please take just what resonates. I'm sending y'all lots of love♡

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 7 months

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Jack and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

Part Two

Warnings: angst, language

The last month had been agonizingly slow for you. The little voice in the back of your mind was a manipulative bitch, and at this point you were numb to the attacks.

He’s already out there fucking other girls

He was always gonna leave you

He never loved you

Your apartment was a mess, stacks of takeout boxes piled on the counter, weeks worth of laundry that either needed to be washed or folded had made it into the same pile and were now indistinguishable, cluttered your apartment.

There were also pieces of Jack everywhere around your place, and they weren’t always things you could pick up and throw away so easily. You could box up his hoodies and his shirts you had grown attached to and give them to good will, but you could never truly be free of the impact he had on your life. His laugh echoed in your mind as you laid in your bed, memories of laughing till you cried as the two of you talked until the early morning, keeping you awake at night.

You had missed calls from your friends and family who had all heard about the break up and wanted to check in, but you didn't answer any of them. You thought isolating yourself after ending your relationship with Jack was the best way to heal, and you couldn't have been more wrong.

It wasn't working. You missed him just as much today as you did 30 days ago, and it was killing you. You were a shell of the person you used to be, and you weren't sure if anyone was going to see your old self again, not even you.

He ruined you forever

Stop missing him, he doesn’t miss you

You’re unlovable, and you always will be

“God, can you please shut the fuck up?”, you pounded at your head. Your words echoed through your empty apartment. There was no one here to hear your cries for help, and maybe it was better that way.

The only reason you were even leaving the house was to stock up on some food, so you could retreat into yourself for another few weeks. You threw on an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, throwing your hair into a ponytail before you left your apartment.

You went through the motions, smiling at people you passed, striking up a conversation with the cashier, pretending to care about anything but the man who broke your heart. To anyone who didn't know you personally, it would appear that you were perfectly fine, even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

You slung your tote bag carrying your groceries over your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone, walking back to your apartment.

*30 Missed Calls from Mom*- you'd call her later when you were ready to hear a lecture about perseverance

*50 Unopened Text Messages*- old invites from friends wanting to take you out to get drunk and get over that fuck boy you'd been dating

You ignored them all, indifferent to their concern. The only thing that caught your attention was one missed voicemail. You stopped in the stairwell, pressing play on the message before you put the phone to your ear and continued taking the steps.

"Hey, Y/N, this is Urban. I don't know why I'm saying that, you know who this is. Unless you don't have my number saved anymore, which I totally would understand. Jack and I are kind of a package deal-.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Jack is in the hospital. He collapsed during sound check here in New York. Somethings been going on with him, fuck, I'm saying that like you aren't going through the same thing right now.

Listen, I don't expect you to do anything with this information, if you didn't want to see him I would totally understand, but I thought that you should know. I really hope you're doing okay, kiddo, and if you need me, I'm here. Again, this is Urban. Bye."

****

"Hey", Jack's voice startled you, making your phone fly out of your hand, smashing the screen in the process. There he was, the same guy who had walked out on you, who turned his back on you when you needed him the most, sitting in the stairwell of your apartment building.

You were silent, tight lipped as you took in his appearance. He looked terrible, like he had gone 12 rounds in a knock-down, drag-out fight with a heavyweight champion in the ring.

"I got here, climbed all of these damn stairs, and realized I left my key card on your kitchen counter that night." He explained weakly, motioning towards the door. "Elevator is still broken, piece of shit. I always hated the fact that you lived here, this apartment building is garbage", he muttered under his breath, but you heard every word.

Jack was rambling, hoping that at some point you'd stop him, come running into his arms, and for the first time he'd be able to breathe again. But instead, you just stood there, so he continued to ramble.

"I came here right from the airport. Still have the hospital bracelet on." He held his arm out revealing the plastic wristband. He let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it, only desperation and sadness.

"Had to lie to Neelam and everything." He looked at you, tears brimming in his eyes. "Please say something."

He left you

He left you!

Your next steps took everything in you. As you walked pass him, Jack closed his eyes, allowing the tears to flow, listening to the beep of your key card and the door unlocking.

****

Four Weeks Ago

You climbed the final step to your floor, gripping the handrail. Jack followed behind you, his hand on your lower back. You sighed as you reached the door, turning on your heels with your hand out to face Jack.

"What?", he asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

"I forgot my key card again. Can you let us in?" You pulled your lip out in a pitiful pout, Jack's resolve weakening immediately. He gently pushed you against the cold metal, grazing his nose against yours before you locked lips. His hands roamed your body like he was desperate to find something. You felt him sigh into your mouth as his hands found your face, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks.

You pulled away before he was ready, chuckling to yourself. "The key, Jack."

He let out a huff, pulling out his wallet. "Remind me again why you won't just move in with me? My building has an elevator." You rolled your eyes as you opened the door, taking Jack's hand as you walked down the hallway to your apartment. "I like living here, and I like living alone."

"You do know that once we get married, we're going to live together, right?" Jack leaned against the doorframe, watching you search through your purse.

You squinted your eyes at him, pulling out your keys. "I always thought you were going to move in here." You flipped on the light to your kitchen, dropping your purse by the door. Jack threw his key card on your kitchen counter. "Yeah, that's never gonna happen."

You stripped your sweater off as you walked to your bedroom, throwing it on the bed. Jack threw himself back on the mattress, watching you move through the motions of getting ready for bed. "Maybe we can go look at some places together, next weekend. I'm serious about us moving in together, Y/N."

You stopped, focusing on his glistening blue eyes as he looked at you with so much love and adoration. You felt your face flush, your stomach full of butterflies. You climbed over him, hovering about his broad shoulders.

"Ok, but I have a couple of conditions." Jack pulled you down so your body weight was fully on his, wrapping his arms around your torso. "Shoot."

"One, it needs to have enough closet space. I have a lot of shoes." Jack pushed a strand of hair out of your face, tracing your jawline with his index finger. "Done."

"Two-" Jack felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. "I've gotta get that."

You pushed off of his chest, sitting into his lap. "No, ignore it. We barely get any time together, no work tonight."

"It could be Neelam. I'm not really in a position to ignore my team's calls." You sighed, climbing off of Jack's lap onto your feet. "Five minutes."

"Five minutes", he agreed sitting up. You left the door cracked, giving him some privacy. You felt a tinge of anger in your chest as you went to the kitchen. You were so proud of Jack's success and was glad that he was getting the recognition he rightly deserved, but you were getting tired of always being understanding of the impromptu work calls, and Jack canceling plans with you because of work commitments.

You caught him as he walked out of the bedroom, sending off texts from his phone. "So I was thinking, there's this house a couple blocks from here that I have been in love with since I've moved here. I think it would be perfect for us. What do you think about us looking at it this weekend?"

Jack looked up, his face riddled with guilt. You knew that look well; he was about to make up some excuse about how he had some last minute appearance or studio time that he just couldn't miss.

"Forget it." You felt the lump build in the back of your throat, your eyes starting to sting with tears.

"Babe, you know I can't say no to anything with work. I'm still trying to build my career, make a name for myself. We'll do it some other time." Jack stepped towards you, trying to pull you into his arms, but you backed away.

"Is this what its going to be like when we get married? Am I always going to come second to you?" You hated how jealous and bratty you sounded in the moment.

Jack sighed, leaning against the counter as he crossed his arms over his chest and hung his head. "Please, baby, don't do this again."

"Do what? Beg you to put me first for once? Trust me, I'm getting tired of it too." This night had quickly turned sour, months of built up anger and frustration spilling out of you. "I don't know if I want to live my life like this, Jack."

You could see his neck start to get red, a sign he was agitated. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to stop working and spend all of my time here with you in this crappy apartment? Is that what you want? Would that make you happy?"

"God, when did you become such a pretentious asshole? This apartment is where I first told you I loved you, where we first made love, and now its crappy? I didn't realize I meant that little to you." You could barely speak, you were crying so hard. You tried to catch your breath and steady yourself, but it was all in vain.

"Stop putting words in my mouth." Jack pulled at his curls, scrunching his eyes closed. "You know I didn't mean it that way."

"Then, please, tell me what you meant, Jack." You immediately wished you hadn't said that, because you didn't think you were going to like what you were about to hear.

"You have no idea that pressure that I am under. Everyone wants something from me, wants everything that I can give. Its exhausting, and now you're telling me that you want me to put all of that, everything that I've worked so damn hard for, to the side because you're jealous?"

You were stunned. He hadn't heard one word that you had said, he was so caught up in trying to defend himself.

"Jack-"

"I don't have anything else to give! I don't have anything left in me!" He punctuated his sentence with a sharp breath, feeling himself go light-headed. You were silent for a few moments, and the quiet was making Jack's skin crawl.

"Jack, I don't want something from you. I don't want your money, or the things you can give me. I want you." You wiped a stray tear from your cheek. "I have always only ever wanted you."

Jack felt his chest tighten. He knew where this was going, and in no way was it ending well. If he stayed, this fight would always hang over your head. He knew it wasn't the last time work was going to take priority, and he wasn't sure if he could take seeing you this upset again.

"I think we're done here." Jack balled up his fist, his finger nails digging into the palm of his hand.

"Fine. Maybe you should go back to your place, and I'll talk to you later." You looked at your feet, afraid to make eye contact with him.

"No." Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing. "I think we're done here for good. This isn't gonna work out anymore." Jack tried to stand up and walk out, but he couldn't feel his legs beneath him.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" You felt nauseous, like the moment you opened your mouth, you were going to be sick right there in the kitchen.

"I'm making this easy for the both of us. I can't do this anymore, Y/N. I'm sorry."

You flinched as you heard the door slam closed. You followed his heavy footsteps down the hall, hearing the stairwell door swing open and closed as well.

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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Hiya Lemon 🍋 not sure if you have a character limit so I’ll request a jjk men hc where they react to being jealous of the attention their crush is receiving from other people~ thnx & lmk if it’s too much

The JJK men jealous when their crush is receiving attention from other people/is being flirted with

Contains: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Getou, Kento Nanami & Sukuna (not much)

*These are short and fun to write. I hope this meet your expectations<333

*Also @ikisstoji helped me out with this. Thank you meow meow<3

Satoru Gojo

He’s definitely the type that will try to get your attention when he’s jealous. Also a bit touchy, trying to send a message to anyone. Not even mentioning the fact that he'd be rude to anyone else but you.

“Hey!” Satoru calls out your name. Although you aren’t dating and he doesn’t plan on confessing soon, he can't stand the sight of anyone gawking over you. You told him you were going to grab a cup of coffee with some old friends, but he didn't know that these friends would be of the male sex.

"Hey, 'Toru! What are you doing here?" You wave at him. It's truly a coincidence that you're both at the same coffee shop. He invites himself over to your table, and he grabs a chair, bringing it right beside you.

"Just came here to grab a coffee... Work has been exhausting." He shares. He looks at your friends. Judging them, and they feel it. He throws his arm around your shoulder before looking at you, "Who are they?"

"They're my friends. I told you I was meeting up with them soon!"

"Oh, right..." He responds. He carries off with a conversation, completely excluding your friends from the conversation. He subtly touches your arm, pretends that there's something on your cheek just so he can caress it. Subtle touches.

They're not verbal words, but they get a message across.

Toji Fushiguro

He knows it's not your fault, and that he has no right to feel the way he does because you're not dating. But he gets mad at you, and gives you the silent treatment.

You're the pretty bartender that he set his eye on. Toji doesn't really drink, but he comes here almost every night and wastes some money on a beer for the attention that you give him. You're bound to catch on soon that he has a crush on you. He only orders one beer and spends the rest of the night talking to you.

"Hi, Toji. Your usual?" You question, a smile on your face. He smiles back, or at least it seems like a smile. He nods, and while you prepare his drink, a group of people walk in. It makes Toji roll his eyes, thinking about how your attention will have to be shared.

You put the drink down in front of Toji, your attention shifting from him to the group of people. Young guys. No older than 25. They're quick to compliment you and make some flirty jokes. And your response is a giggle, the same one that you'd give Toji. Although you'd flirt back with him.

But his jaw still tightens. You're doing nothing to stop it. You just laugh. A fucking laugh.

"Oh, they're a handful." You comment as you walk back to Toji. He doesn't say anything, he sips on his drink. "Everything okay?"

He hums. However, for the rest of the night he's quiet.

Suguru Getou

Canon curse user Suguru Getou would kill them right on the spot. But since he's sane in this one, he'd keep quiet. He'd get annoyed, but he wouldn't really do anything.

Tonight is the night. He'll finally tell you that he likes you. You look so beautiful tonight. You're out with friends, and when he catches a moment alone with you, he'll tell you everything. How he's been feeling for months.

The waiter keeps being so sweet with you, and while he does feel jealous, he doesn't say or do anything. He keeps treating you and the waiter the same way as before although he does want to tell the waiter off.

"Don't you think he's cute? He definitely thinks you are..." Shoko comment, and you don't say anything. You laugh. Suguru bites his tongue.

His plans do slightly change, and instead of confessing, at the end of the night he keeps quiet.

Kento Nanami

Like Suguru, he keeps quiet. He side-eyes whoever it is, but he doesn't say anything. But he realizes he has to take matters into his own hands.

"Satoru, what are you doing? We have to get going." Kento questions, a bit annoyed over the fact that Satoru is holding you up. You have a mission together and Satoru is delaying you. Wasting your precious time.

That's to not mention the fact that the sight of seeing you together fills him up with rage. It's so clear that Satoru likes you. Who gives so much attention to someone they don't like?

"I guess I'll get going now. I'll see ya later." Satoru says. Satoru tries to joke with Kento, but he's ignored. That rage slowly calms when Satoru goes away.

"Do you like him?" Kento asks, and you shake your head.

"Why? Do you like me or something?" You question, mostly as a joke but hoping that he gives a serious answer. The serious answer being a yes.

"Well... Maybe a bit."

Sukuna

The moment he feels jealous, he's killing them.

"Hey, Sukuna, come meet my- Oh-"

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mushies-stories · 9 months

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Blackmail- pt2

Eren Yeager X FReader

Rating: 18+ kids go home!

part one

Summary: Eren was your high school bully who secretly wanted you but couldn't admit it to himself. that was until he found you at his collage and something in him reignited. coming up with a plan, he won't tell your friends you're embarrassing high school stories if agree to a special arrangement he swears you'll both enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, sex pnv, handjob and fingering, unexpected creampie, pet names, mild manipulation, teasing, cock drunk reader, cocky Eren? Yandere themed Eren, dirty talk

word count: 2599

Smut under the cut

You lived in dread all day, the events from the night before replaying in your head during class. You couldn't stop thinking about him and it was starting to frustrate you. How could you let Eren of all people turn you into a puddle of need so easily?

You manage to get through the day without him showing up or messaging you so, after school you went back to your apartment instead of the library for the night.

It was while you were taking a bath relaxing that your moment of serenity imploded. Your phone chimed and the text waiting on the screen made you shiver in the warm water.

Y/N, meet me at the shed behind the field after your last class tomorrow.

-Eren

You groaned at the message. A shed? He chose a shed! You frowned as your eyes lingered on the message. Shaking your head you set the phone down without responding.

Tomorrow you thought. Sinking further into the water your hands traveled along your body, over your breasts and along your thighs.

Your thoughts turned to Eren’s cock, what it would feel like inside of you.

You played with your nipples, switching between the two as your other hand slid between your legs.

His cock stretching you out and hitting your sweet spot.

You sank a finger into your tight hole with a breathy moan.

*ding*

You were startled by the sound. Three fingers still stuffed in your pussy you looked at your phone.

Make sure to wear a cute skirt and get plenty of sleep ;)

-Eren

You huffed and pumped your fingers faster, mind running wild with fantasies of him, your own personal tormentor.

That night you did sleep pretty well and woke up to soaked panties and a desperate need for a cold shower.

the next day- after class

You managed to find the building he was talking about. A dinky little shed behind some trees and big bushes behind the field. You stood waiting for him, skirt ruffling in the wind as you kept a lookout. You felt nervous just standing there, no one was around since there was no practice today and even if there was, it was so hidden behind big trees and greenery no one could see you from the field anyways. That scared you in a way but also brought you some kind of confort, at least no one can hear you two.

You blushed at the thought, Eren making you feel so good you can't keep quiet, what a filthy thought. You leaned your head back against the doors and closed your eyes. Your mind wandered to those dirty thoughts once again and you subconsciously began to rub your thigh together.

“What ya thinking about Babygirl?” a voice spoke, causing you to straighten up and meet Erens stare as he walked up from beside you. “Looks like you were having some pretty interesting thoughts.” he teased, coming standing in front of you.

You could feel your cheeks tint pink immediately. “No nothing like that… i was just..” you looked down at your shoes. “Never mind, what are we doing here?” you asked, looking up through your lashes.

He smiled sweetly and leaned closer, only a few inches from your face. “Well Babygirl, this is going to be our playroom for the day.” he said, gripping the handle behind you. You moved out of the way and let him open the door. The room was dusty and old that's for sure, but it had a few mats that actually looked recently dusted off. “The soccer guys hang out here on the weekends when no staff is around.” he stated and stepped into the dark space. He flipped a switch to the right and a small light in the middle of the room came on.

You stepped in and plopped down on one of the matts that was practically on the ground.. “So you want to do it here?” you asked, looking around and not enjoying the stuffy smell.

The sound of Eren’s belt and fly unzipping told you all you needed to hear. Eren stood in front of you, hand in his pants stroking his cock as he smirked down at you. “I wanted to take things slow, I really did.” he said with a sigh. “Wanted to touch you all over and eat your pussy tell you cried, but all that can wait.” he pulled his cock free from his boxers and it arched before your face. “Today i want to fuck you, i need to feel you around me.”

You looked at the mat under you, yeah it might not be as gross as it could be but that didn't mean you wanted to lay all over it. You frowned up at him. “Not on this dirty mat.”

He chuckled and brought a hand out to grip your chin, pulling you to stand up. “That's fine, I can make you cum on my dick either way.” he gloated. His other hand slides between your legs, feeling your slick already coating your thighs. “Baby, have you ever been fucked?” he asked, actually already knowing that answer.

Your face deepend into a deep shade of red. “Yeah, once… in highschool.” you admitted, knowing he was messing with you because the whole school ended up hearing the news thanks to the jerk and Eren spreading the news.

He smirked and stroked his thumb along your bottom lip. “Take my cock baby, stroke me real good okay?” he said, leaning down to your neck. He kissed you gently along one side and below your jaw. You closed your eyes and suppressed a moan. You reached down and took his cock in your fingers. Slowly you began to stroke him, not hard and certainly not enough to make him cum but he groaned into your neck at the sensation anyways.

He slid your panties down enough for his hand to slide perfectly between your plushy thighs. He drank in the whimpers and moans that fell from your lips as he slid his fingers into you. He started a rhythm of fucking his fingers into you and curling them while he sucked and nipped at the skin of your chest.

You tilted your head back as he explored. “Eren, don't leave so many marks.” you warrend. “At least keep them out of sight.” you added.

He just rolled his eyes and nipped a fresh mark on your chest, just above the neckline of your shirt and smirked up at you. “Sorry,” he teased. You ignored him and continued to stroke his cock, now using both hands and keeping a hold of the base as your fingers and palm worked the rest.

You whimpered when his fingers slid from your dripping hole and he stepped back. He looked at you shivering while he licked his fingers that were soaked with your slick. He groaned and his eyes darkened. “Turn around,” you did as he said and faced the basketball rack. He pushed your upper back forwards and tapped your legs apart. “Hold on to that.” he instructed.

You bent forward and gripped the edge of the rack. Glancing back you didn't see a condom or anything as he flipped your skirt up and stroked himself at the sight of you. “Eren, don't you have a condom?” you asked, voice wavering at the sight of him so close to your pussy.

His eyes flickered to your face then back to your pussy. “Don't need it, I'm not some teenage boy anymore.” he grinned to himself, Eyes devouring your glistening cunt. “Besides, I want to feel you. I bet you feel so good Babygirl. You’ll let me won't you?” he pleaded like he was really asking all while his cock was sliding between your folds and poking at your entrance.

Before you could manage any form of protest he was pushing the tip in, slowly popping into your tight hole as you both groaned at the stretch. “E-eren, wai-” you couldn't even manage to finish your sentence before he was pushing himself into you, grabbing hold of your hips to keep you in place as you moaned and whimpered. “To m-much eren.” you whimpered as he bottomed out with a low moan.

He held you there, letting you both adjust. “Baby, so tight. Fucking gripping me so good.” he breathed heavy as he pulled back. Your sounds were uncontrollable. Moaning and whimpering at the slightest movement of his cock. “Baby, you gotta keep quiet at least a little.” he chuckles, watching your body shake as he sank back in, starting a consistent rhythm with his hips.

Your head hung down as his thrust ripped the sweetest sounds from you. You just can't control it, he was relentless and you could hardly even catch your breath. His hand came down to rub your clit and you almost screamed before his other hand came up to cover your mouth. “Sshhh baby, don't get us into trouble.” he chastised with a grin, fully enjoying watching you come undone by his cock.

You whimpered into his hand and shook your head. He pulled away so you could speak. “Ca-cant, feel too good~” you stuttered. You wanted to feel ashamed for admitting it but you couldn't deny that he was making you feel good, too good.

He slowed his hips and took his hand away from your clit, you hissed at the loss of sensation. “Is that so? So cock drunk your brain can't tell you to shut up?” he teased, sending a rather sharp thrust into you, causing you to yelp and grip the rack tighter. Eren knew fucking you would be good but he didnt know you would be completely at his mercy like this, so ready for him to fuck you. His cock twitched at the thought of fucking you stupid.

Slowly he pulled his cock from you completely. Your hips jolted as he ripped your panties off and threw them to the ground. “Hey!” you protested. Eren chuckled and pulled your hips back to stand straight. Your face was set in a pout when he turned you to face him. “Eren?” you questioned.

He smiled and guided your arms to his shoulders while his hands traveled to the back of your thighs. “Jump.” he whispered and tapped the back of your thighs. You did as he said and hopped into his hold. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips and held onto him. “Now I can see you be fucked stupid.” he teased, slamming his cock back into your little hole.

Your back arched and a loud shriek came flying out of you. “Eren! Fuck!” he held your thighs apart and slid you down his cock while he slammed his hips into you. “So big E-eren’s so big~” you mumbled through loud gasps and moans. He was able to hit deeper inside of you this way and it made your head spin.

Eren quickly got lost in the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him in. “So tight Baby, my cock is throbbing in your pussy.” he said through gritted teeth. He watched your eyes lull back then flutter shut. “Feel good Babygirl? Like my cock huh?”

Your response was a string of half-formed words that mostly sounded like ‘yes’ and Eren's name over and over. Your volume increased as your orgasim approached. The bundle of nerves tightening with each harsh thrust. “Gunn-nna cum… too much i can't wai~” you stammered out, waves of pleasure shooting through your core.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my dick, be a good girl.” he said before catching your lips with his. His tongue took dominance over your mouth and he ate every moan, cry and pathetic whimper you let while you orgasim washed over you. You gripped onto Eren’s sweater with white knuckles and your legs shook around his sides.

“Cum-ming~ mmfuckm~” your cries were muffled by his mouth and tongue as he devoured your sweet sounds.

He attempted to fuck you through your orgasim then pull out but when your pussy pulsed and flutter around his cock he was a goner, his hips slowed and he pulled back from you to bury his face in the rook of your neck. “Fu-ck, cumming, can't. stop.” he growled as his hips rocked into you and his load filled your cunt full of him. “Fuuuck, good girl, such a good girl for me, taking it all for me.” he praised, rutting his hips against you as you both came down from your highs.

You whimpered and whined at the feeling, liking it but now feeling even more full and messy. With his cock still and buried in your pussy he slowly walked to the window, and enjoyed the little whimpers you made as he shifted inside of you and leaned against the edge, glad it was covered in newspaper to keep anyone from seeing the two of you.

“Sorry.” he tried to sound remorseful but coming from Eren that was impossible.

You rolled your eyes and shifted in his hold. He pulled you off him, soft cock slipping out. He set you down but kept a hold on your hips to keep you steady between his legs.

He brought a hand up to trace over the marks he left littered across your chest and neck. “I really didn't mean too, iv never fucked someone who’s pussy made me blow my load involuntarily.” he confessed with a light chuckle, looking down at you as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, effectively pulling you closer against him.

You huffed and nodded. “It's okay… it didn't feel… terrible.” you whispered the last part, regretting the words almost instantly.

A smirk found its way onto his face. “Oh yeah? Feel pretty good baby? Like when your pussy is dripping with my cum?” he teased.

You didn't know how to respond, or rather you didn’t want to because he was right. Your pussy was throbbing for his cock again already and his cum dripping down your messy pussy was just fueling the desire to be filled again.

“Oh baby what's wrong? Embarrassed?” fuck why was his teasing turning you on so much, you used to cry over this. “Better get on birth control if you aren't because I want to see your pussy as full as possible baby.” he grinned wickedly at you.

Wiggling in his hold to get free you could feel a whole glob of his cum slip from your hole and you froze in place. Eren loosened his hold and laughed at your reddened face. “Shut up! We're done today right? You got what you wanted?” you asked, crossing your arms and attempting to be stern.

Eren smiled amusingly at you and shooed you away with both arms. “Yeah, go.” he chuckled. “I'll take it easy for a few weeks, no sex until you get the pill or something, but i'll only wait a few weeks so get on it.” he warned teasingly, sliding his cock still covered in your fluids back into his boxers.

You walked to the door and stopped to look back at him, you were speechless. Why did you want this to happen again…shaking the thought away you dashed out of the building.

Once you had made it home you got in the shower and watched his cum flow out of you. While you lay in bed you couldn't help sliding your hand into your shorts and moaning Erens name over and over with your fingers buried in your pussy.

to be continues...

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Love and pinball

Pairings: Eddie x Fem!plus size reader

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A/N: Hello my loves. This is the next part in my little series. For those of you who are new, feel free to click the above link to catch up on this fic. Just a warning before the warnings. This ends sadly. So be prepared. Also, I am looking for some help for the 8th and final part of this series. If anyone is interested, please message me. Also, I had a couple of songs that inspired me. They are posted below. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and comments/reblogs are always welcomed. They are what keeps us creators going. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

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Word count: 3,977

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, angst, sexual implications, death and not proof read.

Part 7: Making the right choice.

Summary: Eddie makes the best decision of his life. But his happiness is short lived.

" It's been a long time, son."

Eddie tensed up a little. " Yeah…how are you?"

His dad chuckled behind the prison glass. " Well I guess I'm doing alright. As well as I can be."

Eddie pressed his lips together. " Right. Sorry."

" So you gonna pussy foot around or you gonna tell your old man why you're here?"

Eddie laughed a little. His dad always did cut to the chase.

"Okay, so normally I go to Wayne when I have a problem. But he's on his way to Nebraska for work and couldn't get a hold of him. I-I need help. Like now."

" Who did you knock up?"

Eddie stood quiet and hung his head. " I got one girl pregnant for sure."

" One?"

He sighed and rubbed his face. " My sorta ex is having a baby too. But it might not be mine."

" What the hell boy?! I know it feels good not wearing a jimmy. But two girls! And what the hell do you mean sorta ex?"

Eddie went on to explain the entire situation. Start to finish. And his dad just sat there shaking his head.

"I really need your help dad. I think I know what I have to do. But I don't want to make the wrong choice here. And regardless of where you are. I still need my dad." Eddie looked back. " I get that things didn't work out with you and mom. But I remember how much you loved her. And how much she loved you…you would do anything for her. So I need you to help me…I love this girl. And I want to marry her one day. I just don't know what to do if my ex has my kid."

Allen looked up at his son and saw the doubt and insecurity there. "Alright. Here it is. Get a DNA test done. And if it's yours make sure you get joint custody. If it's not then go be a good dad to the other. But don't jump from one relationship to the other. Son, you've been in a relationship for your entire adult life. Do you even remember who you used to be? Because I'm looking at you and I don't see my son."

Eddie furrowed his brow. " Well I have grown up since I last saw you."

" I know that. But the Eddie I remember used to be so happy and full of energy. You had plans to play at The Garden…what happened to that guy? Don't tell me all the guitar lessons I paid for are going to waste."

" I just play now for shits and giggles."

" See that's what I'm talking about. I remember a time where that's all you would ever talk about. You said you weren't going to quit."

" I didn't quit, okay! I wasn't good enough."

Allen scoffed. " Bullshit."

" Dad, seriously?"

" Look boy, all I'm sayin' is give yourself some time to figure out who you are without a girl. Figure out who you want to be. Because you only have a few months to get it right. And if I were you…well I would choose the one you can't stop thinkin' about. Your best friend. And if you end up with two kids. Then son you gotta work things out with both. I can't tell you how to do it. But I can tell you no matter what, be a better old man than your old man. Make your kids proud. And be with a woman who loves and respects you as a man."

" So you're saying that I shouldn't be with either one of them?"

" I'm sayin' find the man inside you. All the shit you were doing before was kid shit. Grow up."

…

Eddie left his dad more confused than ever. So he went home.

It was three days later and his first stop was to the apartment.

He took a deep calming and encouraging breath before walking in. The second he did he was instantly annoyed. Jason was there cuddled up with Chrissy on the couch, watching a movie.

They both looked back and genuinely looked surprised to see him.

" Ed? You're back."

He stared at Jason and wanted to throw him out. But then he thought that it didn't matter anymore. Obviously, Chrissy didn't give two shits about his feelings.

" Chrissy, can I speak to you in private?"

She looked at Jason and what looked like her asking permission to do so. Eddie rolled his eyes.

" Yeah. I umm I'll go and get that foot spa for you." Jason said before giving her a kiss on the head and taking off.

Eddie then walked around the couch and sat down. " I guess Jason took care of you while I was gone."

She hung her head in shame.

" Look I'm not here to hurt you or stress you out. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you. But I came back to tell you I'm still gonna move out. And that as soon as you're able to do it. I'll pay for a paternity test."

She nodded and wiped her tears away.

" Whatever the outcome is, you and I are done… You have done something that I can't really believe. Still, I love you. And I respect that you might be the mother of my kid. So the only time I want to hear from you is if it has something to do with the baby… I'll be at Gareth's."

She shuddered a breath. " Th-that's fair."

He shook his head a little and got up to grab his stuff.

Before he left he stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder at her.

" Oh. By the way, Y/n's pregnant too."

Chrissy covered her mouth in shock.

" We're gonna be a family Chrissy. And if the test comes back that it's mine…just get used to the idea that she's gonna be his or her mom too."

" His." She accidentally said.

Eddie felt a jolt of joy when he heard that. And if under any other circumstances, he would call everyone and celebrate that he was having a boy. Instead, he gave her a weak smile and left.

…

When he pulled up to your place, he never felt so bad. These past few days were not what he was expecting. He was given advice that wasn't what he hoped for. But what he needed to hear. That's why he was here. He was going to tell you that though he was deeply in love with you. That he needed to step up and figure out what to do.

When he got off the van he was met with a worried you.The second you opened the door and saw him, you threw your arm around his neck and squeezed.

" Do you have any idea how worried I've been!?"

It took everything he had to not burst into tears.

" Don't you dare disappear like that again! Don't you dare put me through that again. I thought-" You pulled away to wipe your tears. " I put in a missing persons report for you. I-I didn't even have a picture…Robin printed off one from your old yearbook."

" I'm so sorry sweetheart."

Eddie couldn't believe that you did that. Not even the girl he had loved for five years gave a crap that he was gone. And here you were, scared that something had happened to him.

You pulled him back and hugged him so tight that he could feel the anguish coming off of you.

" Where did you go? I thought you might come back after you talked to Chrissy."

He put a hand behind your head and rested his cheek on your forehead. " I wanted to…I needed to talk to someone."

You leaned back and looked at him. " And you couldn't talk to me? Or at the very least call and tell me you were okay?"

He went quiet and looked away.

When he didn't say anything after a few seconds you took a couple steps back.

" Just say it."

His eyes returned to you. " Say what?"

You crossed your arms and sighed. " That the possibility of having two babies is too much."

He licked his lips and shook his head. " That's not-"

" If you want to bail on me. F-fine. I'll be alright. I can do this by myself. But don't bolt on Chrissy if you're the father of her's."

" I'm not gonna leave you high and dry. I'm not that guy Y/n. And if the baby's mine. I'm going to do what I'm supposed to-"

You cut him off. " But?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Everything his dad said seemed so wrong now that he was standing in front of the one person who got him. His best friend.

Eddie took a step towards you. You expected him to say that he was going to do right by you and Chrissy. But he didn't want to be with either of you now. However, that wasn't what he said.

" Chris and I are over… But you and I. Baby we will never be over. I love you. I'm in love with you. And I'm gonna be here for you whether you want me to or not." He stepped close enough to cup either side or your face. " I wanted a family and you're giving it to me…I-I just need to ask you one thing."

You held onto his forearms and nodded.

" I know it's a lot to ask, but are you willing to still be with me and accept that I might have a son in three months?"

Your eyes went wide and a small smile found your lips. " Son?"

He softly laughed. " Yeah."

Tears of joy filled both of your eyes. After a second you wrapped your arms around his waist. Burying your face in his chest. Saying a soft yes.

" Hmm?"

" Yes and I still want you." You leaned back and looked up to him. " But what're we gonna do now?"

He started rubbing your shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. " Well, right now I'm gonna go drop my stuff off at Gareth's. Then I'm gonna come back and take you to a late lunch. Afterwards, I'm gonna see about getting a different job. I can't support you and our baby on a mechanics paycheck."

" No. You like that job bud. I'm not gonna let you give that up. And I'm a big girl. I can help too."

He chuckled. " I know you can. But I want you and our baby to not want for anything…I have a little saved up. So we can use that for the nursery. And as soon as I get a good paying job, we could…if you want, we could… maybe get married."

" Eww!"

Eddie furrowed his brow.

" Seriously curls? I'm not gonna have a shotgun wedding."

He hung his head and shook it. " Right. Not another cliche."

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you. " After what you put me through the last 3 days, you're lucky I didn't kick you in the shins. But yes. I honestly don't think we should even be thinking about that right now. What we should be doing is getting you settled on the pull out."

He tilted his head. Silently asking what?

" I don't know how I'm going to feel in a couple months. And I would feel a lot better if you were closer."

"On the pull out though?"

" Yes in the pull out." You backed away from him. " You're not getting off that easily, mister. Now get your stuff and come inside."

Eddie watched as you went inside. What he planned for the conversation was not what happened. But he honestly couldn't be happier. He finally got the girl he was meant to be with and he was going to have a family of his own.

…

2 & ½ months later

Eddie had noticed you been down lately and wanted to make you smile. So he took you to the place it all started for him.

" Man it feels like I haven't been here for ages." You said as you and him walked through The Palace. " You know, I wonder?"

Eddie grinned at you. "Wonder what sweetheart?"

You looked towards a certain area. "Follow me."

He was right behind you and stopped just a couple of steps when you went to the game that started it all.

" When I first moved here, I had this ongoing battle with this little kid. Every Sunday night, I would come and see that this loser beat my score with exactly 1,000 points." You sighed then smiled at the pinball machine.

Eddie came and put a hand on your lower back. " Yeah? Did he do it again?"

You looked at the score and shook your head. " Looks like the little dweeb hasn't been here in a while either."

He smiled and went to reach for the note you left months prior. You watched in confusion as he smirked at the note and put in the quarter you left. He then proceeded to play until he beat your high score. With guess it, exactly 1,000 points.

He then put a quarter in the coin slot and grinned.

You crossed your arms and furrowed your brow. " You?"

He laughed a little and nodded.

" This whole time?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. " You're not pissed are you?"

You ran your tongue over your teeth then clicked it. Laughing a little after. " Kinda."

Eddie frowned. But then you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

" I'm totally gonna kick your ass at that later. But right now. I want you to take me home."

He smirked while leading you back to the van.

You guys didn't make it home though. You had him make love to you in the back of the van.

He had just came deep inside your pussy and went limp on you.

" Aaaannnddd I'm pregnant."

He chuckled and shook his head.

A few minutes passed when you cleared your throat.

" Eddie?"

He looked up and started stroking your hair. " Yeah baby?"

You looked back and forth between his eyes. " I'm really happy you picked me."

Before he gave you a loving kiss he whispered. " I will always pick you."

…

The following morning you found yourself on the couch with Eddie.

" Shit! Did you feel that sweetheart?"

You smiled at Eddie who had his head on your belly. " I did bud. The baby's kinda in-"

You were cut off by a sharp pain in your lower back.

"Ooofffff!"

Eddie's head shot up. "What is it? What's wrong?"

You let out a shaky breath. "I think our chicken nugget head butted my kidney."

He gasped and turned to your tummy. " Hey booger. You need to be nice to your mommy."

You shook your head and smiled. " You know, ever since we decided on waiting until the peanut is born to find out the gender. I love how we come up with neutral nicknames."

He grinned and put his head back on your stomach. " Well I for one love the one you said the other day. What was it?"

You pressed your lips together and sighed.

" Oh! That's right. Daddy's little squirt."

" Oh my god! That was you!"

He smirked and kissed your belly. "Yeah. I like that one."

You shook your head and laughed.

Eddie looked up at you again and looked like he had a lot on his mind.

You moved his bangs away from his eyes. " What is it curls?"

"Nothing. I'm just really excited to meet the munchkin."

You nodded. " Me too."

He kissed your tummy again and crawled up your body. Landing a kiss. The second it turned into more the front door opened.

" Oh! Ummm sorry." Paul shielded Natalie's eyes.

Eddie got up quickly and went to grab Natalie's bag.

"Hey guys. You're early." You said, sitting up right on the couch.

Paul gave you an I'm sorry look. " I uhh I got called into work early."

You held out your arms for Natalie after she gave Eddie a hug.

" Hi baby."

" Tee!" She squealed while hugging your neck. " Tee? When's my baby coming?"

You smiled at her and held your little tummy. " not for a while baby."

She pouted, making you tear up. " I'm sorry."

Eddie felt his heart fill with warmth seeing you and Natalie. At that moment he wished for a girl.

After Paul left Eddie and Natalie watched cartoons while you started making lunch.

The phone trilled.

You went over and answered it. A few seconds later you looked at Eddie.

" Yeah we'll be right there."

…

You were holding Eddie's hand watching Natalie play with the hospital's toys. Waiting patiently as Chrissy gave birth down the hall.

Eddie was quiet. You could feel his anxiousness.

" Bud?"

He looked at you.

" Whatever happens…we'll figure this out. Together."

He squeezed your hand and nodded.

13 hours later

Chrissy's mom came out and motioned for Eddie to go with her.

He squeezed your hand once more before following her.

One look at the baby and he knew. He was his. His heart sank. But at the same time he was relieved to know the truth.

He gave Chrissy a kiss on the head and went to hold his baby boy. Tears fell from his eyes. A mixture of happiness and sadness filled him.

A little while later he returned to the waiting room to find you talking to Jason.

You knew immediately from his face that Eddie now a son. It hurt. It hurt a hell of a lot. But you faked a smile and hugged him.

" He's- he's beautiful."

You nodded and smiled.

Jason got up and went to see Chrissy while you and Eddie sat back down.

He sighed. " I don't know what to say."

" There's nothing to say Eddie. Just be happy."

" I…I really thought he wasn't going to be mine."

" But he is. And now you need to be here…I'm gonna take Natalie home. It's her nap time."

Eddie didn't want you to leave. But you gave him a hug and he handed you the keys to the van.

"I love you."

You kissed his cheek and nodded. " I'll see you at home."

His heart broke watching you walk away from him. He hated that more than anything. Even though he wanted to go with you, he had to be with his baby.

…

Two weeks later Eddie had spent more time with Chrissy than he did with you. It was selfish but you wanted him to be at home. With you.

When he did come home he came to eat and sleep. Then he was gone before you woke up.

You felt so alone. Sure you had Paul and Robin. Even Steve and Gareth came around a lot once they found out that you and Eddie were together. But all you wanted was Eddie.

One weekend he finally came home with baby Liam.

You nearly cried seeing his big brown eyes.

" God curls. He's…so perfect."

Eddie grinned. "Wanna hold him?"

You looked at him with caution in your eyes.

"It's okay sweetheart. Chrissy doesn't mind."

You sat down and he placed baby Liam in your arms.

You fell in love instantly. " Hi monkey."

Liam cooed and smiled.

" Look at you." You sniffled.

Eddie sat closer to you and started rubbing your arms. " You okay?"

" Yeah. It's just the hormones." You wiped away your tears and looked at him. " I miss you."

He frowned a little. " I know. I miss you too. That's why I brought him today. I wanted to ask if he could stay with us sometimes. I hate not being here for you. And I don't want to be away from him."

" Is Chrissy okay with that?"

He pressed his lips together. " She doesn't really care."

" What's that supposed to mean?"

Eddie looked at Liam and frowned. " The only time she really spends with him is when he needs to be fed."

You turned to look at the beautiful little human in your arms. " Eddie, that's not okay…maybe she had postpartum."

" That's what I thought. But I don't know. It's like she doesn't want him."

That right there broke your heart. How could anyone not want this perfect little angel?

" Baby, I don't know if that's okay. I think she might need some help."

" She's with Jason. "

You were instantly pissed. " What?!"

He shook his head. " She said she needed some time. So she went to stay with Jason today."

" You're joking.'

He shook his head.

" What about his feeding schedule?"

" I-I have a couple of frozen bags of milk-"

" That's not gonna last him at all."

You looked at Eddie again and he looked like he was gonna cry. He also looked so tired. You immediately knew that you had to do something.

" Okay. This is what we're gonna do. First, I need you to leave me the bags of milk and go back to the apartment and get some extra clothes and blankets. Then go to the store and get a couple of cans of formula. Make sure it says for newborns. Then get diapers and fragrance free baby wipes."

" O-okay."

You cupped his face. " Together, remember?"

" Y-yeah. Anything else?"

You looked back at little Liam. " Whatever else we'll get it. Just be careful and come back. Don't freak out on me and take off again."

" I'm not leaving him." He kissed your temple. " Or you."

When he came back you were sitting in the nursing room. Rocking Liam back and forth.

You quickly put your finger to your lips.

Eddie then watched as you put Liam in the cradle he bought for your guy's baby. You then grabbed a baby monitor and walked with him to the living room.

" Baby's sleep a lot. So you should sleep when he sleeps." You whispered.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you and silently cried. "I-I don't know what I would've done without you."

You hugged him back. " Well good thing you have me huh?"

He chuckled lightly. " I love you."

"Promise?"

He looked at you and smiled softly. " Pinky."

…

Two months had gone by and Chrissy got over the initial shock of having a baby. You were seven months pregnant now.

It was awkward at first but then it became weirdly normal.

Eddie brought Liam home with him four nights a week and sometimes on the other days Chrissy would come over too.

Overall you guys became this unusual little family. Then the worst possible thing happened.

You had gone to Paul's house to babysit Natalie.

Ever since he found out that Eddie had a baby with Chrissy, he and Eddie have been on the outs. Paul didn't want Natalie around Eddie anymore, so you respected his decision and started watching her at his place.

You had gone upstairs to get her ready for the day, when all of a sudden you slipped on one of her toys and fell down the stairs.

You were unconscious for a few minutes until you heard Natalie crying.

Eddie was at Chrissy's when he got the call from your brother. He immediately went to the hospital. Paul was sitting outside the room when he ran up.

Paul looked up and Eddie knew. He knew that something terrible happened.

Paul tried to stop him from going in the room but Eddie pushed him away.

He froze when he saw you. Your arm was in a cast and you had bruises all over. The beeping from the monitor sounded so ominous.

He looked over the room and didn't see a bassinet.

That's when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

" She didn't make it. I'm…I'm so sorry."

Eddie's heart fell.

Paul's words echoed in his ears.

She?

…

@marsmunson86 @browneyes528 @erinsingalong @salenorona23 @emsgoodthinkin @eddie-is-a-god @manda-panda-monium

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⭐star⭐ of any part of linger!!

oh god too much freedom; how do you feel about the brady/quinn relationship reveal? bc i'm gonna do the brady/quinn relationship reveal:

It’s not a great night. Matthew drinks one or two more beers than he should, enough that he’s itchy and heated long past the sun going down. He spends an hour or two swatting at mosquitoes and doing a bad job of ignoring his phone. [he is being such an awful person right now, and he knows it, and he can't stop himself. whomst among us? obvi the main reason is career stress, but i like it also as a subtle hint that heat is coming as well] What makes things worse is there’s seemingly no one to talk to. He’s too old for Taryn and her friends, who are preoccupied by classes and the upcoming field hockey season and incomprehensible friend group drama that Matthew would need a cast of characters to have a hope of figuring out. On the other hand, Brady and Quinn are lost in their own corner of the backyard, chairs angled towards each other as they talk in low voices. No point in trying to break into that conversation. [you can pry "loneliness while in the company of people who love you" as a motif out of my cold dead hands] Matthew barely makes it a few hours before giving up and going to bed.

To add insult to injury, he tosses and turns all night, head full of strange, feverish dreams. The creak of a bed. Low, gasping sounds he can barely hear. The brush of fingers along his spine. Lips pressed against his shoulder. [the way matthew's dreams played out over the course of the fic is one of those things that like, i did it twice and then i realized i was doing a motif lol. like, the way that the dreams are a space where he gets to want things that his conscious self won't allow him to, and how they're tied to his heats but he's not actually in heat at the time? so it's really a like, even when you aren't out of your mind, this is a thing that you want at least subconsciously. and i liked turning it on its head both in the next scene, where it's brady and quinn doing something matthew's so afraid of, and then of course at the end, where the dream leon isn't a dream at all. anyway. i love dreamscapes!]

“Do you want,” Leon says in the dream, almost a question. His eyes are wide and dark, his hair soft in Matthew’s hands. His mouth hovers over the curve of Matthew’s neck, breath hot and wet against Matthew’s skin. So close together that Matthew can’t breathe anything but Leon’s scent, heady and perfect. Matthew tilts his head back, eyes shut, and waits for the scrape of teeth. [it's not just that matthew's horny for leon - he's horny for leon in a specific way that he doesn't want to allow himself to want. he wants leon in the way that means he's falling right into stereotypes about how he as an omega should be, and that's why he finds it so dangerous, because what else does that mean about him? what else does that mean about how he relates to his dynamic?]

He blinks awake with his face pressed into the pillows. They smell like nothing at all.

Normally, Matthew isn’t the first to get up when he’s on vacation. But at 7:09, he has to accept that any chance of another hour of shitty, restless sleep is gone. [i love to make people have a horrible night's sleep. this is because i often have a horrible night's sleep. if i suffer so should my blorbos.] Might as well make some coffee about it.

He’s on his second cup of mediocre drip coffee, staring blankly at his phone as it stubbornly refuses to show him any new messages, [looking at this sentence is making me think about, how i use phones in fic??? v off topic lol but like, it's such a useful device. form of self-distraction. form of self-isolation. a thing you keep looking at because you're hoping someone will talk to you. it's especially useful in matthew/leon fic because like, it's one of the only methods for bridging distance. obvi here matthew is most potently wanting a message about his career (the apparent first priority) but later he's also going to be thinking about leon, too] when a clattering draws his attention.

“Oh shit,” Brady says softly, wincing as he picks up the empty seltzer cans he apparently knocked over and drops them by the overflowing recycling bin. [relatable, brady] All he has on is a ratty pair of basketball shorts, which was clearly the bare minimum to make himself presentable for coming downstairs. “I didn’t know you were up.”

Matthew shrugs and slurps his coffee. It doesn’t help the pounding in his temples. [poor matthew with his heat pms] “Yeah, well,” he says, shrugging. “Didn’t sleep great.”

Brady winces again, scratching at the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Matthew says. It’s not like Brady’s responsible for his weird, hazy dreams, or the fact that once they were over he never really drifted off again. [i loved the set up/pay off of these two paragraphs. brady is saying he's sorry by rote/doesn't really think he's the cause, but also he is responsible, because matthew overheard him]

Brady nods, then goes for the cabinets, opening doors until he finds the mugs. He takes down two, pouring coffee into each of them and shoving the empty pot back into the coffeemaker. They’re gonna need some more. Matthew’s about to tell Brady to start brewing another pot when he’s distracted by the shadow of a bruise barely visible under Brady’s jaw. Not just a bruise. A hickey. [i think so far brady and quinn have been relatively careful (relatively) but the thing is, they're young and horny, and they've been talking about telling people, and that makes them be a little less cautious. like leaving marks!] One that Matthew doesn’t remember noticing yesterday. But when would Brady have had the time to—

Matthew shuts his mouth hard enough to accidentally bite his tongue and yelps.

“Dude,” Brady says, staring at him with wide-eyed concern. “Are you okay?”

Matthew blinks away the pain, jiggling his leg under the table until it eases. When it finally ebbs, he manages to gasp out, “Did you and Quinn hook up last night?” [god, this moment was so satisfying to get to. i knew from the start that they were gonna get together mid-fic, but i really wanted the whole brady/quinn relationship evolution to be one of those things where like, it just creeps in really slowly due to matthew's limited perspective. to that effect i was really careful to always make sure i was mentioning quinn in every brady scene, so like, the sense of linkage was there the whole time, but there's still that kind of wham moment when it all comes together. and i think it worked! or at least based on some initial reader comments it worked. hopefully it did :)]

Brady blanches. “What?”

“You have a,” Matthew says, reaching up and poking at the hinge of his jaw until Brady mirrors him. When Brady finds the bruise, his cheeks flush pink. “And—was that you that I heard last night?” The bed creaking, the low murmurs—those weren’t his dream. Those were real. Those were Brady and Quinn, holy shit. [subtle, boys! but again, really loved the like - reality influencing dreams aspect of this (and of course, leading to the payoff of the final dream sequence!)]

“I,” Brady stutters. His face is turning redder and redder. “We were trying to be quiet.”

“Well, you weren’t,” Matthew informs him. His own face is hot. God, how long has this been happening without him knowing? “Since when do you and Quinn hook up?”

“We’re not hooking up,” Brady blurts out. “We’re dating.” [like brady would EVER ~just hook up~, the romantic lil fuck]

Matthew blinks at him. “Dating.” [it's so so so telling that this is the thing matthew is getting stuck on :) hooking up would be understandable, because matthew has done similarly. dating, though,,,]

Brady nods, chin jutting out as he crosses his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah,” he says. “Since April.”

“Oh,” Matthew says. He can’t quite tell what he’s feeling. Relief that he hasn’t missed the obvious for too long. A strange, prickly hurt that it’s apparently been months and Brady hasn’t said a word. [obviously like, brady is gonna end up being mostly in the right in this fight, but every fight is better if both sides are a little bit right, and matthew's right to be hurt! this is a big secret to keep. i wanted matthew's bad reaction to come from an understandable place.] Even though Matthew’s his brother. Even though Matthew’s supposed to know everything Brady’s up to. “But you didn’t—have you told anyone else?”

Brady shakes his head. “Not yet. We were—it was just texting for a while, and phone calls, and stuff. We wanted to make sure we were—you know.” Brady’s as red as a lobster now. “When we were together.” [poor brady unable to think of, let alone say, that they were making sure they were sexually compatible lol]

“I get the picture,” Matthew says, saving Brady before he gets too embarrassed. “But like—you still could’ve said something,” he insists. His voice is strange and wavery and he hates it. [i feel like one of my matthew characterization touchstones is the idea of performance, outer self vs inner self, polished media self vs on the ice self vs self in company of those you trust. and especially in this fic, vulnerability is a big theme - matthew doesn't want to be looked at while he's in heat. matthew doesn't want to be perceived as soft or wanting or needy or upset. he has to be tough, he has to roll with the punches, he can't let other people in! even with the sex positions it comes up! (but if u want more discussion about that u gotta ask about that one :)) ANYWAY all this to say: he is upset here and he knows brady can tell and he hates it.]

Brady rubs his arms. “I wanted to be sure,” he says. “For us to be sure. And I—I don’t know, I wondered if you’d…”

“What?” Matthew asks, when Brady doesn’t keep talking. He would what?

Brady shrugs, an odd, stiff motion. “I dunno. Be weird.”

Matthew’s gut twists. “Why would I be weird?” he asks, voice coming out harder than he means it to. [ohhhhh buddy]

Brady gives another little shrug before looking at Matthew. His expression is familiar, the same pig-headed stubbornness Matthew’s known all his life, except for the flicker in his eyes, the way he licks his lips. [brady is extremely nervous to talk about this (for good reason)] “Well,” he says slowly. “Because I’m an alpha, and Quinn’s…”

“Yeah, I know Quinn’s a beta,” Matthew retorts. [he is trying to be soooo normal and chill about all these revelations and failing completely] He grabs his mug and takes a sip of coffee. Big mistake. The acidity makes his stomach churn even more. [i do love to make a stomach churn. lol. rip to those of us who want to throw up when we're nervous] “Why would I be weird about that?”

“I don’t know, because you’ve always been weird about that shit?” [it's always the people who know you best who can cut you down the fastest, isn't it. and brady basically has matthew's psychological profile memorized]

Matthew recoils, stung. “No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, you fucking are,” Brady snaps back. Now his shoulders are set, feet planted far apart, ready to take up the whole kitchen. Matthew can catch Brady’s scent now, too, the sticky malt and yeast of a spilled beer that always grows stronger when he’s upset. [trying to come up with a scent profile for literally anyone other than leon (whose i knew at the outset) was like pulling teeth. for someone who does not think about smells at all, i sure picked a poor subject matter. anyway for brady i was like, wouldn't it be funny if he smelled kind of like a frat house when he's upset, and then i went for it. he smells much better when he's happy, more like fresh bread. also quinn's a beta so it doesn't matter in any case. it takes all sorts!] “You may act like dynamics don’t matter to you, like it’s all bullshit, but you’re the one who always thought that I—that every alpha wants to find a nice omega to court. That everyone wants a bond. That everyone wants to be traditional.” [i was musing on twitter the other day that i don't always write on a ~sentence~ level - when i'm writing, i'm really thinking about where i want the scene to go or what beat i want to hit and the particulars of any given sentence isn't that big a deal (though obviously i want things to have rhythm, flow, etc - it's a very "i know it when i write it" thing). that said, with every long fic i often have a dialogue exchange that i want to get in there that i've thought about a lot, and this was one of them. i knew i wanted someone calling matthew on his bullshit - how he acts like he's tough and somehow different from other omegas (which is very internalized something of him!) but he falls into the same traps that he's trying to avoid, stereotyping alphas the way he would hate to be stereotyped - and i knew it was gonna be brady.]

Matthew blinks at him, feeling oddly off-balance. He’s not used to this version of Brady, angry and bowling him over in a way that’s nothing like wrestling for an Xbox controller or blocking each other out playing basketball in the driveway. Saying that Matthew’s the one who cares too much, when it’s not even caring, not really. It’s just knowing how the world works. [i looooove this little beat, because he thinks that! he really does! despite all the evidence that brady and leon and johnny & sean and his own parents have provided to show that there's no one way to be with other people] “I don’t think—”

Brady cuts him off. “Yeah, you do. But you know what? I don’t want to have a bond by twenty-five. I don’t want to do any of that shit. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

“You sure about that?” [this is such a older sibling way to fuck up. as in i have done this myself in arguments with my younger sibling! there is no better way to piss them off than to doubt they know what they want.]

It’s the wrong thing to say. He knows as soon as the words leave his mouth. But there’s no chance of walking them back. Not when Brady’s lips are pressed together so hard they’ve gone white.

“I know what I want,” Brady says after a moment. His voice is choked up, and Matthew can’t tell if it’s because he’s angry or because he’s about to cry. Fuck, he hopes it’s not the latter, but he thinks that it is. [it is :(] “I’ve known for years. I’m not gonna change my mind.” [the brady/quinn backstory and specifically brady longing for quinn for literal years is some of my favorite shit to contemplate and work in, it was so nice and wholesome compared to rat boy's mess.. he was just a gangly little guy, getting used to a whole new world of smells and instincts, and here he is falling ass over teakettle for his best friend!]

“Brady—”

“I’m not,” Brady says, glaring back at Matthew. “Just because you want to be like Dad doesn’t mean I do.” [another line i always knew i wanted in here. matthew wants to be like his dad and can't. brady could be like his dad and doesn't want to. :)]

And with that, Brady grabs the coffee mugs and walks away.

“Brady,” Matthew says, standing halfway up, banging his thighs into the kitchen table. “Brady.” He doesn’t know what to say next, how to fix this, but it doesn’t matter. Brady’s already gone. [sorry to rat boy for making you fuck up so much. i will again.]

#ask meme #omega matthew

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Ivy Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.

The day after the show. When I arrived at work, the curious stares of the employees were waiting for me.

Female Employee 1: I wonder why she was invited to Cher d'Ou Miti yesterday.

Female Employee 2: Who invited her? Is there some kind of mistake?

I hear voices whipering things like these.

(I don't feel comfortable, but I left the place like that way, so I guess it's all right ...)

It's 'business as usual' if you just whisper things like that ...

Rina: Good morning, Yamauchi-san.

Yamauchi Kota: Ah, umm, morning ...

He turns around and slips away.

(I wonder what's going on? I declined the invitation to dinner ... but I feel like that's too curt.)

And then. A message arrived on my phone. I gasped at the name of the person on the display.

(Ivy-san!)

We exchanged contact information last night and he messaged me as soon as possible.

I was thrilled and opened my messaging app.

On the way home from work that day.

Rina: Ivy-san! Sorry to keep you waiting.

When I went to the recording studio, I was greeted by Ivy-san with a big smile on his face.

Ivy: Thank you for your hard work, Kawanaga-san. I'm sorry for having you come all the way back from work to get the materials.

Rina: It's okay. I can stop by here after work. Besides ...

Ivy: Hm?

Rina: Ah, no, it's nothing.

(... I'm so happy to have received your message and to be able to meet you like this ...)

(As expected, I'm too embarrassed to tell you.)

I want to hide my feelings of love, but when Ivy-san stares at me, I feel like speaking out my honest feelings.

(I have to be careful ...)

Rina: Um, by the way ... have you been working here all day?

Ivy: I had a shoot in the morning, but then I was holed up in here for the rest of the day.

Ivy: Actually ... the new song isn't finished yet.

Ivy: We suddenly changed the melody line, so about half of it had to be remade.

Rina: That sounds like a lot of work ... I'm impressed that you can handle it, Ivy-san.

Ivy: It's not as much of an accomplishment as it sounds. I'm sure it happens to everyone who composes music.

Ivy: Trends change quickly these days, so we have to be sensitive to them.

(So you're saying you're going to watch what's going on in the world and respond flexibly? That's really pro ...)

I respect him, but I also worry about him.

Rina: So are you going to be here all night again tonight?

Ivy: No, I'll be home before the date changes. Tomorrow, I have a lesson at seven.

Ivy: Ah, if you don't mind, would you like to have dinner with me? I want to take a little break.

Rina: Are you sure?

Ivy: Ah, I'm sorry, but if you could wait just a little bit ...

... when we were talking about those things, someone came into the studio.

Sakura Eito: ... Ivy, you here?

Sakura-san and an unknown middle-aged man entered the room.

Arai Takeshi: It's been a while.

Ivy-san's eyes widened and his body stiffened.

Ivy: Arai-san ... why are you here?

Arai Takeshi: Why don't you just say hello? Shouldn't you come and see an old friend?

Ivy: It's not like that. I was just surprised because it came so suddenly.

Arai Takeshi: Don't worry about the details. I'm going to have a drink with Eito now. You should come too.

Arai Takeshi: Let's have a good old talk after all these years.

Sakura Eito: I told him no because you are busy, Ivy, but he insisted ...

Ivy: ... as usual.

The pushy man makes Ivy and Sakura let out a sigh.

(What kind of relationship do they have?)

I couldn't keep up with the conversation, and I was at a loss.

Ivy: ... Kawanaga-san, sorry. Can we have dinner some other time? I'm really sorry I just asked you out.

Rina: Yes, of course.

Following Ivy-san's gaze, the man turned towards me the first time.

Arai Takeshi: Who's this girl?

I flinch for a moment at the gleam in his eyes.

Rina: Um, I'm ...

Ivy: She's a staff member in our office, and she's my support. She helps me with my work.

Ivy-san, who intervened, answered that.

Arai Takeshi: Heh, a staff who supports. Then you should come with us.

Rina: Eh!?

Sakura Eito: Wait a minute. Why would you ...?

Ivy: This has nothing to do with her.

Arai Takeshi: The more people, the more exciting it will be. Besides, if you're a member of the office staff, how can you say she's not involved?

Arai Takeshi: Come on, let's get out of here!

... In the end, he didn't listen to us at all and forced us out.

At the club we were brought to, the man ... Arai-san called out to the staff.

We were immediately ushered into the VIP room and champagne was brought to us.

Arai Takeshi: I used to come here with you guys. Remember?

Sakura Eito: Of course, I remember.

Arai-san is from the entertainment agency 'Egret' and was a producer when the two of them were R2R.

(That's why he has known Ivy-san and Sakura-san for so long.)

(But he's a bit of a quirky person. I'd say he's trying to be bossy ...)

While Arai-san is smiling broadly, Ivy-san and Sakura-san seem to be treating him in a matter-of-fact matter.

Arai Takeshi: I was surprised when they suddenly announced they were breaking up R2R, given how popular it was.

Arai Takeshi: And I was even more surprised that Eito later went out out on his own and set up his own entertainment agency.

Arai Takeshi: I thought it would go under soon anyway, but I didn't realize how big exe would get until this. That's a big deal!

Sakura Eito: Yes, thanks to you.

Arai Takeshi: But I didn't expect you to take Ivy with you.

Arai Takeshi: Are you all right? I hope you're not having Eito take care of you again like you did in the past.

Arai Takeshi: If you had stuck to your guns, R2R could have been higher even back then.

(Please don't say it like that ...)

I was appalled by the horrible words. But Ivy-san ...

Ivy: ... Yeah, you are right.

I just listen quietly.

Arai Takeshi: I don't know how Eito got the nerve to put Ivy in exe.

Sakura Eito: His ability is certain. He used to do well in the past, too.

Arai Takeshi: Not as much as you did.

... Arai-san then went on to say many things about the old Ivy-san.

Arai Takeshi: All of the songs that Ivy wrote were for japanese youths. They're not suitable for the world.

Arai Takeshi: That's probably why R2R didn't sell well overseas

Sakura Eito: I had the same lack of ability. So now I'm making use of my experience.

Ivy: ...

Sakura-san and Ivy-san were adults.

Sakura-san also has a history of starting a competing company independently from his office.

That's why, considering the horizontal connections in the industry, he may not be able to retort strongly.

(Even so, this is terrible ...)

Ivy: ...

Ivy-san is listening silently, but his expression is getting darker and darker.

Arai Takeshi: All of the songs of exe are just a bunch of frivolous melodies that are all about trends.

Arai Takeshi: The load is too much for Ivy.

... As soon as I heard those words, a feeling that welled up from deep within my chest pushed the words out of my mouth.

Rina: That's not ... true.

Ivy: !

Rina: I think the songs you write are wonderful, even back in the R2R days.

Rina: We need Ivy-san and the songs he writes for exe.

I said strongly, and all three of them looked at me in surprise.

Ivy: Kawanaga-san ...

Arai Takeshi: What? You're just a staff member, and you're back-talking to me?

Rina: ... I-I' sorry, but ...

(I'm scared ... But, I don't want to deny what I just said.)

Sakura Eito: Well, well. Don't be so angry with her.

Arai Takeshi: Eito, how are you training your staff?

Sakura Eito: I'm sorry. She's a new staff member.

Arai Takeshi: It's hot ... I don't feel well. I need another drink.

Arai-san grumbled and place a shot glass in front of me as he ordered tequila from the staff.

Rina: !?

Arai Takeshi: Drink.

Arai-san stares at me and pours out a lapping of highly aromatic sake.

(I'm so angry ... What should I do, I might collapse if I drink this stuff.)

Rina: I-I'm sorry ... I'm not much of a drinker.

Arai Takeshi: Just drink. Or can't the staff at Aerolight Productions drink my booze?

Sakaru Eito: Arai-san, that's a bit ...

(Oh no. If I refuse, will it cause a stir in the office?)

It is unreasonable but it is undeniable considering how forceful Arai-san is.

Rina: ... Okay.

I was ready to reach for my glass ... but Ivy-san stopped me. I was too late.

Ivy: You don't have to do that.

Rina: Ivy-san ...

He turns to Arai-san as if to defend me and firmly states.

Ivy: Please don't get involved with her. Forcing her to drink alcohol like that is a bit of an anachronism.

He seemed surprised not only at me but also at Arai-san's completely different tone from the one he had been quietly listening to.

Arai Takeshi: It's rare to hear you speak so harshly.

Ivy: She's my support. I can't just stand by and watch.

Sakura Eito: I would like to ask you to do the same. It would be terrible if that girl falls over.

Arai Takeshi: You must have a lot of love for your staff.

Arai Takeshi: Well, that's fine. If you insist so much, you drink instead.

Ivy: I understand.

As soon as he said that, Ivy-san picked up the shot glass that was placed in front of me and drank it all up at once.

Ivy: ... Are you satisfied now?

Arai Takeshi: That's a good drink!

Laughing, Arai-san poured drink after drink in Ivy-san's shot glass.

Ivy-san drinks it all up as he is made to do ...

Sakura Eito: Arai-san, you are indeed reckless. I'll drink it for you.

Ivy: Eito is not good with alcohol, so don't push yourself. I'll be fine.

Ivy-san dismisses Sakura-san's words of concern.

Rina: Ivy-san, that's enough. I'll take it.

I said that and tried to touch the glass.

Ivy: No way.

Ivy-san took it away from me and I couldn't get to it.

Arai Takeshi: Drink more!

Ivy: I know.

Rina: Ivy-san ...

I had no choice but to watch him as he silently piled up the cups, feeling sorry and worried.

... and after a while.

Ivy: Nng ...

After emptying more than 20 shots, Ivy-san was completely drunk.

Rina: Get a grip!

Arai Takeshi: Oh, he's so pathetic.

Sakura Eito: ... indeed he can't go any further, I think Ivy should go home now.

Arai Takeshi: That's boring. I haven't had enough to drink.

Sakura Eito: I'll go out with you.

Arai Takeshi: Well, that's okay.

Sakura-san tells me in a whisper.

Sakura Eito: I'll call a car right away, and you go home with him, Kawanaga-chan.

Sakura Eito: ... Take care of Ivy. I'll hold him back.

Sakura-san looks at Ivy-san and me with a concerned gaze.

Rina: ... Understood.

That was all I could say.

Ivy: ...

(Sorry. It's my fault this happened ...)

My heart aches for Ivy-san, who is so drunk that he can hardly stand and is almost asleep.

(Why does Ivy-san have to say things like that?)

... Biting back my frustration, I supported Ivy-san and got into the care that Sakura-san had arranged for us.

#morganatic idol #morudoru #morudoru ivy #resa translates something for once?

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December 26, 2023

I adjusted my shirt collar, it fit nicely, it looked nice. It was your typical business casual outfit. I tried to pretend like I wasn't stalling as I stared at the massive building, The Agency.

I took a deep breath and walked through the tinted glass doors. A secretary sat at the front, clicking through emails. I recognized her, Abigail, sometimes I'd bring donuts to work, I always let her get first pick. We didn't talk often but I've always respected her.

I cleared my throat, "Uhm, I'm here to get my license, may I speak with the man in charge?"

She didn't even look up from the screen. "Nope, I can put your name in if it's something important. If you want to get your license you'll have to take the exam after paying a fee and filling out some paperwork."

I sighed, thought something like this would happen. The man is always busy doing nothing. "Well can you tell Mr. M that Chad Harrison is alive and well and that Sunny-D is ready to get back to shining?"

Her head snapped up "Logan!? But you died!"

"Let's just say I got better." I smiled at her and she held her face in her hands. She was snickering but also sounded on the verge of tears.

"Just give me a second." She turned back towards her screen, pushed up her glasses and quickly emailed the boss.

We made small talk while waiting for a response the topic of kids came up eventually.

"I'm sorry we can stop talking about this if you want, I know what happened to your son..." She says apologetically and I quirked an eyebrow. What is she talking about? She's acting like he's dea-

Oh.

Ohh!

Of course she would think that! To them Bennett has been missing for 3 years and the police gave up on his case. Considering he was taken by the same people who killed me, it would only be logical to assume he's likely dead as well.

Now how do I go about explaining that my son is alive and well?

"Don't worry about it, Bennett's okay." I said carefully.

She gave an odd look, "But wasn't he...?" She trails off.

I haven't spoken to her much, I don't know if she's the type to run off and tell somebody what I did. I know she's a mother as well though, if anyone is a half decent parent they'd break the law for their kids. I gave her a serious expression.

"He was taken, not killed. I wasn't going to let my son be taken away from me." All I can do is hope she understands where I'm coming from.

She nodded once, an agreement to keep quiet between two parents. I sighed in relief. She perked up as she saw a new message in her inbox. It was him and it was about damn time as well.

"He says to send you right on up." She chirps, and I grinned.

Finally, my days of relying too heavily on others comes to an end. I can finally help my daughter find out who she is and provide for all my kids. Fucking finally!

Well...that is if the man will take me back...

I told her bye and that it was good to see her again before I made my way up to the elevator. I pressed the button to the top floor and then the close doors button. Deep breaths, Chad. Don't let your anticipation make you impatient.

I then realized I had been non-stop pressing the close doors button until they had finally shut. That's always a good sign.

I audibly groaned, I have too much energy. I have to be professional when I get up there. Stop! Pacing! In! The! Elevator!

I could have kissed the ground when I finally got out of that metal confining hell. I made my way to the back office, I saw a few people turning to others and whispering. Just say something if you want to say it! Ugh... I'm too riled up for this.

I put on a decent performance as I walked into the bosses office. "Hey! Christ, it's been forever!" I spoke to him like an old friend. Get him to remember why he liked having me around. Be nice, don't rock his shit again.

"I really can't believe you're alive, Mr. Harrison." He looked at me with the same awe and wonder as a child looking at an elephant in the zoo. It felt weird being looked at like an exhibit rather than a person.

"I can hardly believe it either, sir." I sat down in the seat across his desk.

"I take it you're ready to get into your old line of work?" He asked nonchalantly as he started filling out some paperwork he had on his desk. Maybe he was good at putting on a show of things too.

"Yes sir, if not for myself then for my kids." That was one thing I was completely serious about. Except I was partially doing this for Noir as well.

I'm tired of him risking getting arrested to provide for everyone. He says he doesn't care but I sure as hell do. I'm not going to see him behind bars as long as I'm alive.

"It's always been a bit of a mystery, Mr. Harrison. So if you don't mind me asking, what did happen to you that night?" He was just curious I'm sure. He doesn't really care what happened to me he just wants to know.

It was just me and Bennett, Noir had been out at an interview. I was watching his interview on TV, I always had taken a bit of pride in how far he had come. It was nice to watch him laugh and talk and answer questions. I wanted to know just as much as any viewer.

I heard something shatter, Bennett was crying. I stood up before I realized what I was doing. I began to run to his crib but I was stopped by a Blonde in the kitchen.

Fast. Fast. Fast.

Everything was going so fast. I was angry enough to kill them with my bare hands. No one was going to take my son from me. But they did. And I'll never forgive myself for letting it happen.

It was late, there wasn't much light to use. They got the jump on me and suddenly I'm lifted off the ground. I didn't have time to think about what had just happen. I look down and I'm bleeding like a fountain. A spike of earth jabbed through my stomach and then pulled out leaving me bleeding out on the ground.

"Th- That smarts." I grimaced and tried to pull myself back up.

I couldn't stand.

I remember trying to crawl, with what strength I had in my arms I wanted to at least make an effort to save him. "Bennett! Don't worry buddy I-I I'll get you!" A boot into exposed flesh and I can hardly breathe.

They picked me up by the collar and grinned at me. "Thanks for babysitting but he's ours now." They dropped me back on the floor. I grasped at the gaping hole in my stomach and I wheezed. Behind her was Noir, in a stunned silence.

They left and Noir ran over to me. He was hysterical and I couldn't blame him. I tried to comfort him, tell him how much I cared with what little I had left in me. Blood loss makes your brain think in strange ways because I do remember thinking about how handsome he looked. I was bleeding out, I should have been thinking about that.

I could see the guilt and panic in his eyes, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. My vision was slowly going dim and black around the edges. Dying. I was dying.

It felt odd but sorta nice. Every bit of me was shutting down, losing my last bits of control. It was cold and warm at the same time. I could feel Noir's arms around me. I just wanted them to be okay. That was my family as far as I was concerned.

"Harrison."

Then it was all gone. Black, deep nothingness, feeling like I was swimming through an endless pool only to resurface three years later. Gasping awake in–

"Harrison!"

"Ah- Sorry. You were saying?" It happened again, those moments I get so lost in thought I lose sight of what's going on around me. Happened a lot after my parents died. I mean I watched them get blown up. That was definitely not the McDonald's they promised.

"What happened to you? Who killed you?" He pried. I hate this guy so much.

"It was.." I remembered what me and Noir talked about but still I didn't want to say it. "It was Noir... my old sidekick, yah'know? And the Belle's were with him too." It made my stomach churn just saying.

Noir is so sweet, he's hardly a villain. How could anyone be so stupid as to believe he would do something like that?! Fuck them, seriously. As a friend he was always doing some weird thing to help me out and as a partner he's been the most affectionate person I've ever been with.

How many people tell you you're their favorite person every night before you go to sleep?! Or! Or! Tackle hug you everytime you get home and threaten to kill anyone who harms you? Has anyone ever told you that even if the mask is hard to take off they'll always see who's underneath it? Hmmmm???? Don't think so.

He's a wonderful person, he just has a hard time realizing it.

"Ah... I see. That's what the everyone suspected. He made quite the show of 'trying to find the real killer.' Honestly though I don't know why if he was just going to revert right back to villainy."

You need your job, Chad. You have kids, Chad, you need your job.

"That's precisely why I need my job back. I want to be his nemesis and of course money never hurt anybody."

He gave a small chuckle, good.

"We never exactly fired you. We'll have to figure out the logistics but we'd be happy to work with, Sunny-D again." He gave a wink. I could vomit on his face.

"Sounds great, can't wait to be back on the field."

January 14, 2024

I walked out to the mailbox. I wasn't wearing anything special, just some shorts and a T-shirt. It was cold out but not bad. Noir begged me to put on a jacket, even offered me his cloak, but I was only going to be out for a minute or so.

I grabbed a few envelopes, a newspaper (who still reads those?), and a magazine. Walked back in, it was nice and warm. A bit warm for my liking but Noir was cold blooded or something so I didn't mess with the temperature.

"I came back alive!" I called out. I thought it was funny, he didn't.

"Oh shut up." Noir emerged from wherever the hell he was. You could never tell with him, I wouldn't be surprised if I found him hanging upside-down on the ceiling. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it anyways.

"I don't mean anything by it, love." I set the mail down on whatever was closest to me and gave him a hug.

"I know..." He murmured quietly as he rest his head on my shoulder. "I just don't like thinking about it."

"I'm sorry, I just– I cope through humor." I tried to explain. I should really be more thoughtful. "I'll try not to do it again." I kissed him on the cheek – it always felt nice to be able to do that. "But hey, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have to kil–" I cleared my throat. "politely and democratically send me away if you ever want to get rid of me."

He gave a small laugh. "See! It is funny sometimes." I said with a grin.

"Stoppp!" I knew it was half heartedly said though.

I picked him up and he laughed and kicked around as I spinned him in the air. "Put me down you scandal!" He softly hit me on the arms.

"As you wish, my lord." I then proceeded to toss him on the couch. He screamed, more out of amusement than terror. I pounced on him and tickled him until he was weeping and yelling mercy.

Bennett and Cresent peaked around the corner in a bit of fright, I suppose Goon was used to this stuff already.

"What is you doin' to him, Daddy?" Bennett asked, it occurred to me that this might look a bit odd from an outside perspective. To a child it might look like I was doing something dangerous but to an adult...

"Torture!" Noir exclaimed dramatically.

Bennett gasped and I waved my arms in defense. "No! No. There's no torture going on here."

"I think they were just tickling each other." Cresent says, calmly.

"Yes! Thank you, it was just that." I sighed with relief. I'm so grateful that kid has an ounce of sense.

"What's tickling?" Bennett made a weird expression and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Essentially torture." Noir said, that little bastard!

Bennett gasped again and Cresent shook her head.

"No it's not, he's just being dramatic as usual." I explained with a groan.

Cresent took my side but a bit more politely. Regardless of who was correct though, somehow, Noir managed to convince the kids to all tackle and tickle me.

It was hell, in a really fun way. Goon ended up joining in on the chaos too. It was nice to be there with my family even if I couldn't breathe 90% of the time. After a while they all left me alone so I could catch my breath.

I couldn't quite remember where I had set the mail. I knew I had set it somewhere but I didn't really pay attention to where. After a while of searching, I finally asked Noir who pointed to where it was, in obviously plain sight. I faced palmed but thanked him and he laughed at me.

I picked it up and sorted through it. Not important, not important, magazine, newspaper, not impo- wait that's from the agency.

I ripped it open and there it was, an official document and my license down at the bottom. Work starts the week after next.

Yes!

YES!

"Cresent!" I called out for the girl, she'd want to see this for certain.

@vaporeon2010317 @boredgoon @sirlordevil @the-belle-siblings

#((I finally finished this))#((writing is hard))

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malboraslihan · 6 months

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hello friends <3 it's been a while since i posted a plotting call / interest post so i finally sat down today and wrote (more like assembled) plots / threads ideas i've been wanting to do. if you're interested in any of those LIKE THIS POST and i'll send you a message. just an important observation: we don't need to actually plot out most of these (some require working out details but that's it), if you want to write that plot with me just tell me which one and which muse you're interested and i'll write you a starter! so yeah basically, if you like any of those: * like the post * tell me which plot and which muse you want me to use (or which muse you think would work from your end so i can figure out who to use!) * i'll write you that starter

some need to knows... ig?

please do not worry about "making it fair" or anything like that, most of these plots are for my males and they're actual muses i want to develop so don't feel pressured to only choose one or all that.

on that same note, do not ask for a plot with one my girls just because you want one from my men. i honestly prepfer you pick plots you actually want to do instead of doubling threads and shit like that.

i'm open to plotting! but if we're gonna do it, i'd prefer we do it on discord cause the tumblr ims are always glitching to me and i keep losing tracks of things. so, if you wanna talk about things AND I'D LOVE TO, just lmk and i'll message you / give you my discord as well. (also, if we rp on discord and you wanna write some of these there, i'm obvs open<3)

these plots do not all need to be f/m ! i'm very open to make most of them f/f and while i'm a little more selective with who i write m/m plots, i'm willing to work things out if you have an idea :)

the bianchi reign

you're dating the mob boss / you're his sister / daughter and i'm his second in command but i can't stay away from you and you quickly realize it and we're flirting but if anyone finds out i'm dead

i'm infiltrating your gang to try and destroy it but we started sleeping together and it turns out there's feelings now but i just got an order to murder / kidnap you so now what

we were never close, i always thought you were annoying and now you fucked up big time on a mission and my father who's your boss wants to kill you but i marry you to stop him (insp)

i faked my own death to protect you/stop people from killing me/save our people and now three years later i send you a text asking you to meet me and at first you think it's a joke but then you come anyway and hi i'm alive (for noah!!!)

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au (maybe the crime was actually a fuck up inside the gang so now they're wanted <3) (for lorenzo or hazel)

the hawthorne family

you're dating my brother but he's constantly leaving you alone during events or even family trips to kiss my dad's ass and try to maintain his job so i keep you company until we're both drunk one night and i let it slip that i would love to kiss you

a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s hellbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her. (for arthur)

not another rockstar by maisie peters.. just that toxic good old fangirl x stupid rockstar dynamic (for jean/hunter)

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au (for hunter, jean)

‘we had a one night stand a couple of weekends ago and i really didn’t think i’d ever see you again but wow, now i’m sitting in your office interviewing for a job but all i can think about is the incredible s3x we had’ (for adam or arthur)

rich kids

a poly relationship, could someone who is just as rich as them or someone who isn't and they're spoiling the fuck out of them... someone who worked for one of them before or a friend idk (mostly for gigi, hunter and sara) (insp)

since i’m on a sugar baby phase imagine a plot where a college student is absolutely pampered by annoymous guy. all he asks in return is to be remained mysterious, occasion nudes, and all the attention he craves. she’s all too willing to give it for the pretty penny he’s offering. but her birthday comes around and he surprises her with a trip to see her favorite singer / actor with vip access / meet & oh hold a second, how does he know my name ? (for jean or hunter / hae park (nicha yontararak fc) / angel)

someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yES PLEASE

acotar/royal

we're fighting in different sides of a war and when we meet during a negotiation we find out we're mated

stuck in a mission together and we've always hated each other but then it's freezing cold and we have only one bed in this shitty cabin we're staying for the night so we should cuddle

you are supposed to get married to make peace between our countries/courts but we hate each other and we're constantly bickering and fighting and i think you might have actually tried to kill me once or twice (insp)

harbor springs

a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

based on stick season by noah kahan: we were best friend since day one, dated during high school and broke up because you left for college / pursue your dreams and i stayed behind but one day i get a notification from you that you liked a photo or you shared a by pic and i liked and we just go back to talking and we're getting close again until you invite me to spend summer with you wherever you are and i actually been saving up money to leave town so i go and when i see you again i know i'm definitely still in love with you (for videl, keegan, ivy, patrick, angel, rani)

sports themed

(the nationals + tobias + gregory)

based on the trade by ki stephens: the hockey team has a tradition of trading dates during the end of season dinner and i invite you and make my best friend invite your roommate cause i wanna get with her but we actually start getting close and i fall in love with you but at the night of the dinner one of the guy spills everything (for benny or gael)

based on the deal by elle kennedy: i'll pretend i'm your boyfriend if you agree to tutor me and of course we fall in love (for benny, keegan or dane)

based on icebreaker by hannah grace: you hate hockey players and you say that to my face after i make a move on you so now i have to prove you wrong (bonus points if she's a figure skater and he has to help her after her partner bails or smt) (bonus points if they share the same rink so they're always bickering about late practices and shit) (for benny, keegan or gael)

he left his hometown to play professional and ended up breaking up with high school sweetheart because the distance and the busy schedule was just too much but a few years later he's won the superbowl and he's miserable and he meets her at some random party in his new town and wait she's engaged to someone else (for tobias, greg, benny, keegan)

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing. (for benny or keegan)

horror plots

some spooky muses i made <3

muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

based on x, we're renting a farm house to film a college project / independent horror film / porn and one of our friends disappears on the first day and then our car disappears and now we don't know what to do cause there's no one around and the nearest stop was a forty minutes car drive away

i made you join a cult with me (recruited you / joined with you / made you join whatever) but now shit is happening and you're miserable and i can't bear to see you like this cause i actually grew too fond of you so i don't know what to do but i keep protecting you a little too much and people are going to realize at some point (for ubon or milo)

misc

popular girl x her best friend.. bonus points if the popular girl has a boyfriend or is constantly hooking up with different people (for ivy, giovana, madeline, rani)

church girl + unholy bf (for rani) and the opposite church boy + unholy gf (for jacob, videl)

lacy by olivia rodrigo: you're dating my ex boyfriend but i'm actually obsessed with you and not really sorry that i lost him. (bonus points if they're in the same friend group) (for giovana, madeline, anastasia, grace, hazal, saja)

i really want a plot based two weeks ago by maisie peters.. the whole vibe of being in love with someone and have it finally happen before they need to get on a plane and go somewhere else? really want to explore the long distance relationship situation with all the jealousy and missed calls, timezones that don’t match (for literally anyone.. but some that i could see this working with are: jacob, videl, benny thompson, gigi, rani, ivy, pinar)

i'm pretty sure my husband/boyfriend is cheating on me so i go out to do the same but i can't just sleep with a random but then i meet you, my long time friend and we end up talking and laughing until i kiss you and we hook up but now i'm trying to work things out with my husband/boyfriend but i can't stop thinking about you (insp) (for anastasia, fatma, grace, nari / arthur, finnley, keegan, tobias)

“your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” (for gigi, gael, theo hughes (kaden h fc))

he fucked up big time but he never forgot about her and was constantly trying to fix their relationship until at some point he gives up and that's when she finally texts back / shows up at his door (for jacob, patrick, videl, arthur / hazal, verda) insp

a nice, shy, nerdy boy who literally no one pays attention to asks the popular, outgoing, ray of sunshine out and she was so confused and didn’t think he meant it at first but she agrees anyway because she doesn’t want him to feel bad because she sees that he really tried so hard to ask her out? and maybe it didn’t work out so well at first but he tries again anyway? it doesn’t work a few times because of her schedule but he’s really sweet so she agrees to another more because it wouldn’t hurt and by the end of the date he works up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and she reluctantly says okay - and completely underestimates him but holy shit that wasn’t a chaste kiss? and before she knows it her clothes are on the floor and he’s fucking her like a whore but she’s so intO IT? (for sebastian aka my luke hemmings fc muse)

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (for maddie, videl, benny, aurora, tobias)

we dated in high school, i wrote a book about you five years later and now you’re at a fan event asking for an autograph.. (for the writer: maddie / for the ex: benny, benny hawthorne, tobias, videl)

“i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you” (for arthur, videl, jacob)

“i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset” (for jacob, patrick, keegan)

before trilogy inspired: we were the only ones waiting for a train but it was delayed for twelve hours / our next flight connection is not until tomorrow and we just decide to walk around the city and we end up kissing, i like you too much and i don't wanna lose this but it's time to go and we make a pact to come back here next month but we never actually do for different reasons and then 3/5/10 years later we meet again somewhere else.. (for ivy, rani, hunter or saja)

#so ! it took me ages to finally write this down but it's here HELLO #there's actually a few muses that i haven't been able to use and i want to so.. they're all around this list #it got long.. i'm sorry #but i also tried to separate by theme/verse so it's easier?#or idk if it actually makes it easier but oh well.#i just needed some “pre plotted” threads cause i've been missing them #so ig here it it #sorry for any gramma errors i just word vomitted and did not proof read anything #i'll shut up now #wanted plots

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thehighladywrites · 3 months

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Hey! Can I ask a few questions? Imma ask my every fav author these.

1. How long have you been Writing?

2. Are you planning to make a profession out of this or just doing it for fun?

3. Who or which character do you prefer to write more for?

4. What do you do when you're out of ideas?

5. Lastly, Will plz give an advice for the young writers out that.

hi sweet anon, ofc you can!!💗💗 also thank you omg😭😭

1. I’ve been writing for anime characters since 2020 on twitter, wattpad and ao3 but i stopped in 2022 bc school killed me. And now I’ve been writing on this acotar blog since october 2023💗

2. I have no idea what the future holds but for now, i’m thinking just as a hobby. I’ve participated in nanowrimo in my school district and i won back when i was like 15-16. It was really fun and i started writing more and more with anime characters and now i’ve expanded. But i’m only keeping it as a hobby i think😵‍💫💗

3. My fav characters to write for are sanzu from tokyo revengers, eren from aot, gojo, toji, nanami and geto from jjk, the entire msby team from haikyuu, the hashiras from demon slayer and everyone in acotar tbh but the ic is my fav, especially the guys + vanserra brothers.

4. I’m gonna be honest, i don’t really run out of ideas, it’s more about motivation. Bc i can come up with the wildest plot and the most jaw dropping storyline but i just sometimes can’t find it in me to write it all down. But if i ever find myself in that situation, i just go back to my old notes and what i used to write. Or i go to tiktok and see what’s trending and make a fic/headcanons out of it. For example my bow trend idea was from tiktok and i just edited in bows to the pictures.

5. For the writers out there, my biggest tip is not loosing hope. It was really hard in the beginning and I considered just deleting my accounts several times but i didn’t. It seems impossible at first but i promise it will not be like that forever. And consistency is key. If i don’t want to post anything, i just yap och post something random tbh.

And connect with other writers on this app. Don’t be afraid like i was. I was literally moots-less on my old accounts for like 2-3 months bc i was scared😭😭 writers and my moots are so fucking nice, especially in the acotar fandom. Everyone are so sweet and i promise they’re really fun and nice to talk to.

If you’re worried at all, please do not have any doubts. Just hit me up or message me whatever you want!! I’m always available and I love to make new friends💗💗

#talkswithamara #anon💕

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queriesntheories · 9 months

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how do you do?

I love to make Stuff: writing things, artsy things, music things, whole buncha things. I also post a lot of nonsense thoughts, and share the cool things I find around the web, especially artsy fun things and stuff that makes internet surfing a little easier.

You’ll see some swearing in the tags, but any jokes on the ruder side I keep tagged; block #not so family friendly if you don't want to see that.

I have a Good Omens sideblog on @bananafishgorillashoelace (with a dash of nutmeg) you can peek at if you love the silly ineffable husbands like I do!

I'm proudly queer and genderfluid! Not entirely out everywhere, still figuring myself out but generally just trying to do whatever feels fun. All of my trans/queer/questioning siblings out there; I see you, I hear you, and I love you /p (and to folks who are aspec in any form, you're the freakin coolest and I hope something nice happens to you this week! this is entirely unrelated to me, I just hope you have a great day!)

If you need anything tagged just shoot me a message, I’m easy going and don’t mind it. Actually just message me generally I like talking to people :>

More info about this blog and the stuff I do under the cut, but thank you for stopping by regardless of the reason why ^^

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- Black Lives Matter.

- NSFW/Kink blogs, please do not interact full stop.

I keep the playing/talking field fairly even when I can. I don’t have the energy to argue with people (and I don’t think you do either, really). If you don’t like what you find here, or anything I've said, shoot me a message or tag me! We can talk it out.

Otherwise, you’re more than welcome to take your leave and block me.

Anyway, here are some…

I exist on YouTube as AychTooOh, making music shitposts, playlists, and the occasional fan edit! I try to upload when I can; if you have any playlist ideas send them my way :D

I have made a Wug Picrew, so you can make a cute creature from child linguistics (this is one of my favourite things)

Sometime I write fanfiction on AO3, on the rare occasion that a silly pairing or a scenario socks me in the face with inspiration

I exist on Themeplaza too, occasionally making silly fun 3DS system themes/splashes! (and if you have any requests, shoot me a DM and I'll see what I can do!)

I have some old art on Newgrounds; very very inactive over there, but that's where you might see art I post for collabs :P

Aside from my GO sideblog, I'm also working on turning my tag #q’s internet trinkets into a neocities page! Check back soon for updates, and please send me stuff you think might fit ^^

I also have a pretty hefty original project of my own that I've been chipping away at for the better part of two to three years! If the fates align, you might see it this year!! ;D

Here are some cool people I think are very neat that you should follow too

@paperoxalis - very skilled 2D and stop-motion animator, sculptor, artist, and writer too! They recently released an adorable animation you can watch here :)

@scottysee - artist, writer and animator working on so many projects; always amazed by their work! You can join their Discord server here :)

@unknown-is-aaaa - very talented artist with an interest in plenty of fandoms, and a heck of a cool-looking art style! They also have a Twitter you can check out here :)

@galandrielle - long-time writer with a heck of a story to tell! Check out her work here! (I’d recommend starting with Michael and John - A Story of Friendship)

@canceltheact - more like a group, but these guys on the theory team are the best and are such wonderful friends to have! <3

@midnightnautilus - artist/animator/writer/squid, creator of the amazing Markiplier AU “A Bit of Madness”!

@backlitrabbit - ARG enthusiast, aspiring writer and all-round very cool human. Check out their YouTube channel here :D

#putting this in my pocket for later - stuff I save for future things

#things q thinks are cool - posts that make me go “:o” (I have many a subtag for this that usually starts with "and by cool i mean (adjective)")

#Q’s creations - the stuff I make :D (don't question the capital letter, i messed up)

#friends of q - things from my friends :)

#q’s internet trinkets - Fun/useful internet things I find that you can use (mostly free if I can help it, bc fun is essential to the human experience even if you’re tight on cash)

#q rambles - my funny little soapbox

#asks go brrr - asks :D please send me asks they're very fun

#not so family friendly - Not entirely PG-13 stuff I find interesting/funny, but still want to share. Block this tag if you want a clean dash, I won’t judge.

#bag of rainbow things - like the things I find cool tag, but LGBTQ+ community/education/history related. (and also probably personally related to me ahaha ^^;)

#yay recipes! - recipes from places! Some of these may also be in the pocket tag; I’ll work on sorting them eventually

#q’s crow obsession - for all your Corvid needs

#wiggly frequencies - the hills are alive with the sound of muse (yes I’m making a DaThings reference on my pinned post cause her stuff rocks. Anyway this is where the music stuff lives)

#because funni - *slams whiteboard* LAUGH!

(ps if you're wondering where I got these cool little gifs from they're from blinkies.cafe and they rule <3) (I also got this star divider from here!) (last updated 26/02/24)

#pinned post #flashing gif #flashing warning #because of the blinkies; sorry!#queer #queer creator #genderfluid

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