#this made me cry cause I'm a fucking sap

[roley-poley-foley]

contains: consensual non-consent

"What's that you've got?"

Folio glanced up at Jolly, but kept thrusting. "Found him. I think he's lost. Look."

He grabbed the human by the hair, lifting his head for Jolly to see. He was gagged with a rag and a cheek was covered in dirt and pine needles, but his eyes were warm and gentle.

"Pretty, right?"

"Sure."

Folio dropped him and adjusted his position, fucking harder. The human could do nothing to save his fall as his wrists were bound behind his back.

"Good pussy, too. I think I'm gonna keep him."

Jolly had to admit that his ass looked appetising in Folio's hands.

"Just for yourself?"

"No way, dude," he assured him, "You gotta try this. Nick, too."

He sighed heavily, thrusting faster. The human grunted a little at the rougher treatment, brow furrowed. Before long, Folio was groaning and cumming inside, corrupting the pure creature.

"You guys are good," he murmured, "But human meat hits different."

"I hear that."

He pulled out. "C'mon, your turn."

Jolly started by turning the human onto his back so that he could see his round, pretty face, then tore the hole Folio had made in his trousers larger to examine him.

"Pretty dick," he commented, taking it and tugging down the foreskin.

Shuffling between the human's legs, Jolly lifted his hips and pressed his dick in. His hole welcomed him easily, used as it was, and Jolly set a quick pace that matched his hand on the human's dick.

The human grunted, whined through the gag. He probably hadn't been expecting to get much attention, as hard as he'd gotten under Folio's care, but Jolly liked to play. A warm hole wasn't everything.

The human shifted a little in Jolly's hands, but seemed to be resisting the pleasure, breathing deeply instead of moaning, keeping his legs stiff and tense.

"Come on," Jolly goaded, "Have fun with us. I want you to enjoy this too, you know."

The human tensed as he came, spilling over Jolly's hand.

"Good boy," he praised with a smile, "You don't have to hide how you feel with us."

He kept jerking the human's dick, and he looked up at Jolly with fear, whimpering.

"That's it. Come on."

He felt his legs twitching, then kicking as Jolly overstimulated him. He thrashed, whining and moaning in agony and Jolly had to release his dick to hold him close and keep fucking him.

"Let me help," Folio offered, dropping to his knees and lapping up the human's nectar before taking the dick in his mouth.

The human's hole felt incredible as his body fought to escape their ministrations. Fucking into a sleeve was one thing, but Jolly liked his prey to fight back: if the meat was too stubborn or broken by the others, overstimulating it was a reliable solution.

"You guys torturing puppies or some shit?"

Jolly glanced up at Ruffilo. When had he appeared between the trees? "Something like that. Folio found a new toy. He wants to keep it."

"No pets."

Folio stopped sucking. "It's not a pet if it's useful," he argued.

"It doesn't lay eggs and you can't milk it. It's a pet."

"Jolly milked it pretty good."

Jolly moaned as Folio's mouth returned to the dick and the hole spasmed around him. "Just give it a shot, yeah? This is a good one."

Ruffilo walked over, nudging the human's face with his foot. "You just want it 'cause it's pretty."

"It's a good hole."

"So's Nick."

"He likes what I do to him. And I can't train him."

Folio looked up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jolly rocked harder into the human. "Fuck."

He came hard, tainting the hole further as it twitched and coaxed more corruption into itself.

Folio pulled off. "Aw, you made him cry."

Tears were indeed streaming down the human's face. He looked deflated, sapped of energy.

Jolly pulled out. "Try him, Nick."

Folio lapped at the human's tears. "You better work, human. Else he might tell us to just kill you."

Ruffilo grabbed him by the scruff of his coat and dragged him to the nearest tree before turning him over. "Hold yourself against the tree."

The human was unsteady on his knees as he got up on his knees, bracing a shoulder against the trunk.

"You're gonna make me cum," Ruffilo told him, "We don't need a useless pet."

The human nodded.

Ruffilo sidled up and pushed in.

The human's movements were awkward and stilted as he fucked himself on the dick, like he hadn't quiet gotten the strength back in his legs. Ruffilo, ever merciless, raised an eyebrow at Folio.

"Give him a minute, we just wore him out."

"So I can't use him after you two? He just gets too loose and lazy?"

The human mumbled, moving faster.

"That's more like it," Ruffilo sighed, "Come on, nice and tight, human."

He let the human please his dick, holding his waist with a loose grip.

Folio reclined on the forest floor beside Jolly to enjoy the show. "Human knows his master when he meets him."

The human looked at them, then fixed his eyes on the ground, cheeks red.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed! It's cute."

"He better know who his master is," Ruffilo commented, gripping his hair and leaning in close, "I'd hate for him to be more trouble than he's worth."

The human shook his head, rolling back against Ruffilo.

"He responds well to threats," Jolly noted.

"You guys overthink," Folio replied.

"You're just happy when you have a warm hole to fuck. Me and Nick have refined tastes."

"He seems like he can sate them," Ruffilo admitted, gripping the human's waist tighter and finally fucking him.

The human had little opportunity to prepare, shoulder bruising against the tree with the force of Ruffilo's thrusts. He grunted and tried to meet them, haphazard and desperate to please his new master.

"He's gonna need to be washed," Jolly said, "Before we bring him inside."

"You just wanna get a better look at him," Folio teased, "Check out the goods."

Maybe. Who could blame him?

"We'll see how much Nick wears him out," Folio suggested.

As if the human had much left in him after being subjected to Jolly and Folio anyway...

By the time Ruffilo stilled, fingers digging into the human's flesh, he looked like those fingers were all that help him upright. Sure enough, as Ruffilo moved back, he fell back onto his heels and started tipping sideways.

Jolly darted forward to catch him and pull the gag from his mouth. "You good?"

"The river's cold," Noah mumbled, gripping Jolly's arm with a shaky hand, "I don't wanna wash."

"That's okay, we'll just go home."

He buried his face in Jolly's neck as Jolly picked him up.

"Playtime's over?" Folio asked as he and Ruffilo got up to follow Jolly, "I guess he's gonna need some cuddlin'."

"Not from you," Ruffilo replied, "You're gonna be busy making dinner. It's still your turn."

#cyblurb #bad omens #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #noah sebastian #joakim karlsson #lmk if anything else should be warned for #otherwise. here i made muffins for everyone

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

These aren't his best moments in his life (Surfer Dream pt 3)

Finally its here :D

Btw, a warning before you start reading. In this au, George is 24, Sapnap 21, Quackity 20 almost 21, Karl 20 and Dream 16

TW: Safe/soft vore, injury mention, slight fearplay?

George swam leisurely for another day, a big smile on his face every time he felt the human shift in his storage stomach. He could also hear him sob from time to time, which made him proud that he had kept him there for a day and a half.

He liked listening to the human suffer. "I didn't know you humans were so pathetic, stop crying already, what are you, a kid?" he spoke to the human while letting out a laugh, obviously laughing at him.

It wasn't long before another mer appeared in front of him, turning out to be his little brother, Quackity. “Quackity? What are you doing here?" It all happened so fast that George didn't have time to react when Quackity punched him right where the entrance to the storage stomach was supposed to be, causing him to spit Dream out because of nausea.

Quackity soon put the human in his mouth swallowing the water so he could breathe and immediately swallowed the human. He heard him cry out and he could feel him shaking, probably out of fear.

“What the fuck, George!? Are you out of your mind, or what!?” he yelled at his brother, still feeling the human slide down. George glared at him before responding in kind. "What!? He's just a piece of human shit! Why should you care!? Give it back to me!”

Quackity shook his head before answering. "No. You can't keep doing this to humans, you can hate them if you want but leave them alone! And now, without your permission, since I don't need it, I'll take him back to Sapnap." It was the last thing he said to him before swimming away from there.

When he was far enough away, he turned his attention to the human in his storage. He could feel him shaking with fear and he didn't like that... "Don't worry little one... You're safe now..." He thought for a moment before asking. “By the way… I've heard you complain… By some chance… have I hurt you? You know… when I swallowed you?”

He felt the human move for a moment before speaking. “U-Uhh… I-It hurt a little when you swallowed me… But you weren't the one who i-injured me….” Quackity hummed in understanding. "So... Your name is Dream, right?" The human was surprised when the mer said his name. “H-How do you know…?” "Calm down... Sapnap told me... My name is Quackity and I'm his fiancé."

He swam some more until suddenly he came across Sapnap. “Quackity!? Good thing you're here… My friend, Dream, is missing! I went to look for him at the beach but I ran into Karl and he told me that he had gone there too but he didn't come home!”

He placed his hands on Sapnap's shoulders. "Calm down Sap... He's with me..." "What?" Quackity nodded. "He's in my storage... Yesterday I noticed that George was strangely quite happy... It turns out that he had swallowed Dream, apparently he's been in his storage for a day and a half... Now he's a bit calmer, although he's still shaking a bit..." Sapnap hugged Quackity gratefully.

"Thanks, Quack..." "Don't worry about that, we're going to the beach now." Sapnap nodded, following his fiancé to the beach where he used to meet Dream.

“By the way Sapnap… How old is he? You've never told me and I think he's quite young…” “Uhh… I think he's 16 since he told me he'll be 17 soon…” Quackity's jaw dropped as he heard Sapnap. "I'm definitely going to have a long talk with George when I get back."

A few minutes passed before they finally reached the beach, where Karl was apparently waiting for both of them. "Have you found him?" he said, hoping to see Dream again. Sapnap nodded. “Quackity found him, apparently he's been in George's storage stomach this whole time..”

Quackity nodded as he began to bring Dream back to his mouth. It didn't take long for him to do so, he put two of his fingers in his mouth and carefully grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him out, leaving him on the sand.

Dream narrowed his eyes as the sun hit him, unaccustomed to the light having been in the dark for a day and a half. He tried to walk but stumbled, completely losing his balance, but luckily Karl caught him before he fell. "Thanks for the help guys... I'll take him home to eat and get some rest... I'll see you another day." He said with a smile.

The two mers blushed and looked away as they nodded. "You're welcome, Karl... See you another day..." They said goodbye, diving into the water. "Okay Dream... Let's go home." He told his friend as he started to help him go home.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt vore #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dsmp vore #tiny!dream #surfer!dream #giant!george #bottlenose dolphin mer!george #giant!sapnap #blue shark mer!sapnap #giant!quackity #killer whale mer!quackity #tiny!karl #surfer!karl #safe vore #soft vore #mentioned injury #slight fearplay #fearplay #surfer!dream au

[chaoticstanley]

I am absolutely in love with Beautyjuice! I’ve only seen one little snippet of her, but I’m already hooked on the ideas you have! If it’s alright, I did have a few questions (hopefully spoiler free, since you’re doing a comic):

Does she have to dress up and wear a corset ALL the time, or does she only do it just for super special occasions?

Did she choose to wear the corset, or is it societal pressure/necessity?

Did you have any specific influences/vibes when creating her?

Does she have any specific personality traits or archetypes that are different from her toonjuice counterpart?

Does Lydia get to see this alter ego? Do they like to do fun girly things together?

Is fanart of your universe/designs allowed? (With proper credit)

Thank you for your time! [Please don’t feel pressured to answer all of them! It is all good if you pick one or two to answer. :) ]

Have a wonderful day! Thank you for sharing your work with the world! ✨

Got me crying in the club rn!!! (T⌓T)

In all seriousness, this was such a sweet thing to say and I greatly appreciate your lovely words, babe!!!! And don't worry about spoilers cause the comic I'm working on is just a one-off story about Lydia having a sapphic crush lol. But onto the asks!!!

So, Beautyjuice mostly sticks to her feminized suit, but there are a few scenarios where she would dress up. Like, in the show, there are some situations for Beetlejuice to change his outfit, and it's the same deal for her but the only difference is that she's fem presenting. And she doesn't have to wear a corset at all. She's very insistent on it cause she likes how it makes her breasts pop up. She loves her titties and flaunts them constantly without shame. Either to seduce some poor sap out of their money or just for funsies.

And I was mostly inspired by, obviously, the Beautyjuice design in the show, but also drag queens as well. The exaggerated proportions and hair were a big factor. My mindset the entire time was "Does she look like she's serving cunt 💅🏼???" And I think I captured that pretty well 😊

In terms of personality, she's far more affectionate than my canon's Beetlejuice. Normal BJ doesn't like to be touched and doesn't ever touch anyone, save for the occasional hug with Lydia. He's a lot more like Moviejuice where he's not somebody you really wanna touch or else you'll end up dead in a ditch somewhere. But Beauty is way more touchy. She'll stroke your face, let a hand linger on your shoulder, run her fingers through your hair (and pull it), etc. It's all mostly to get your attention and manipulate in some way. But otherwise, she's just as much a gross, petty grade-A asshole as normal Beetlejuice.

And Lydia has seen her before and hung out with BJ in his Beauty form, but she's not a fan. Mainly because she always ends up witnessing her flirting with someone and it makes her gag. She's way more fond of Bettyjuice, which is BJ's teen girl alter ego which he uses to hang out with Lyds at school. In contrast, Bettyjuice is a mean e-girl type who loves to fight the school jocks, get into detention, and brag about how she has more followers than Claire Brewster. I posted Betty earlier but I'll reupload both fem designs here just to show the difference

Lydia definitely hangs out with Betty a lot more than Beauty. BUT they love to have typical girly fun, whether it's Beauty or Betty. They'll go shopping, talk shit on Claire, have slumber parties, do their makeup, etc. But funny enough, Beetlejuice does all that anyway in his standard form, so it's not any different than when they usually hang out lol. And here's a scene of Lydia helping Beauty in her corset.

And fanart is always welcomed by anyone for any art I make! I will go fucking feral for it. And again, thank you so much for this lovely ask! I'm a big fan of your art and seeing this in my inbox from you made me ecstatic!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Have a great one as well!

#ask stanley #my art #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the animated series #lydia deetz #toonjuice #toonlydia #beautyjuice #bettyjuice #fem!beetlejuice #i-really-like-phrogs

[spoopy-but-safe]

You wake up feeling off.

You're dizzy.

Your throat is raw.

Your head is pounding.

You struggle to make yourself sit up in bed, having to slowly haul your body up step by step. Raise your head, push yourself up onto your elbow, push yourself up with your arms...

And then, you freeze at the sensation of weight shifting in your stomach.

"What..?" You mutter under your breath. You've never felt anything like it in your life.

You wait a moment for something else to happen. One beat, two beats, three. Nothing.

But, just as you decide you imagined it...

"You sure slept in." A voice says.

Your instinct to look around the room to find who's speaking is overridden by the fact that you can tell the voice is coming from inside you.

You want to say something, anything, but you can't. Your mouth hangs open, but your tongue refuses to move. What the hell WOULD you say if you could speak, anyhow?

"Hello?" The voice says steadily, "What's the matter? Not gonna say anything?"

You only manage a pitiful squeak and look down at yourself in sheer dread. You realize your middle is slightly distended, as if you're bloated.

"Use your words!" The voice demands.

You take the deepest breath you can and stammer, "Who the hell are you?"

Your voice comes out gruff and hoarse.

"You can call me Tobias. Not Toby, Tobias." The voice says sternly.

"Okay... Tobias... Are you..?" You can't even finish.

They give a strange snort-growl that startles you a bit. "Yeah, I'm in your stomach."

You had already put this together, but hearing them say it still makes your entire body shudder. "How did you get in there?"

"Same way everything does, through your mouth." They say.

"Why?" You ask, feeling absolutely crazy.

They make the growling sound again, slower now. "I... Made a bad decision, I guess." Tobias says, "Did you know your window was unlocked?"

"...No." You say.

Tobias clears their throat. "I already knew I was doing something I'd regret the second I got my claws underneath it. Don't worry, I locked it after me."

You frankly don't know what the hell they're talking about. "Could you explain what the hell is going on before I really start freaking out?"

"Something you couldn't possibly understand. I guess I need to apologize, anyway. I'm sorry." Tobias says.

You're getting a little mad now. "You aren't even gonna try to explain?"

They groan and shift around within you. "I almost did this without saying a word. I could have just sat in here and sapped your energy and lived my life... But the way you're moving, the sounds you're making... You're really in pain, aren't you? I hurt you."

Your hand goes to your neck. "Yeah. You must have."

Tobias growls again, louder, causing their body to palpably shake. The growl gives way to a sniffle, and they let out a pitiful sob. "Fuck, why did I do this? How could I?"

You've come back around to being at a loss for words. You can only sit and listen to them cry.

They quiet back down. "Give me a minute. Let me catch my breath, and then I'll help you get me out of here the easy way."

You sigh and try not to overthink the potential ways you might do that. "Alright."

You wait as they gather themselves.

"Okay... Put one hand on your middle, right over where you can feel my paw. Hold your other hand palm up in front of you. I'm gonna count down from three. When I get to one, snap the fingers of the hand you're holding out." Tobias explains.

You feel their paw pressing forward, and awkwardly assume the position. "Ready."

Tobias counts down, and as you were asked, you snap your fingers.

In a small puff of smoke, the weight disappears from your belly and instead moves to your hand.

A rabbit-like creature stares back at you, draped across your palm and weighing your arm down. They're bigger and heavier than you would've thought. They hop across your lap and down into the floor. You stare at each other for a moment.

"I'm sorry, again." They say, averting their large eyes.

"I honestly don't know whether to be upset or tell you it's okay. I'm kinda wondering if I'm still asleep and this is a really weird dream." You say.

Tobias shakes their head. "You're definitely wide awake. I... I should go now. I've taken enough of your time and energy."

"No, wait... Do you need help, or something?" You ask, "I can't imagine you'd do what you did for the hell of it."

Tears well up in their eyes. "Don't tell me you're gonna try and help me after what I did to you."

You stand shakily from the bed. "I will if you explain all of this to me so I actually understand it."

Tobias sniffles, covers their mouth, and nods.

"Come with me into the kitchen. I need some tea for whatever you did to my throat." You say, walking out of your bedroom on slightly unstable legs.

"Okay..." Tobias says, hopping along after you.

...

#spoopy-but-safe #safe noms #nonfatal noms #clean noms #unwilling #So I wrote this in a tired headachey blur #my sinuses are killing me and I'm aching #So I just kinda let mt brain go with the keyboard and this came out #maybe I can fix it or continue it IDK #I don't know if anythinf happens on y'all's side when I edit posts #I keep finding and fixing typos and formatting errors

[unknowngenius85]

Excuse me... I'm going to be a sap and a fangirl for a moment.

Listening to Josh Groban's albums and remembering why I loved him as a teenager and how his voice got me through some tough times back then including depression and stuff. Then I just stopped listening to him one day cause of a combination of things. Mainly I wanted a chance to perform with him and as a teenager I knew I could but everything seemed to be working against me so I gave up and I heard that he was an ass to boot...but I don't really know how true that is but still.

So many years later now with him being in the forefront of the Broadway revival of Sweeney Todd as the title character, I couldn't really ignore him anymore and I have been aching to hear him sing again so I went to Spotify and have been listening to his albums all day. Listening to him again has almost made me cry a couple times. It's like meeting up with an old long lost friend again. That dream of performing with him has now returned full force. FUCK. Like I don't have any dreams that are already manifesting. if (more like WHEN) that dream manifests...I am literally going to sob. Away from him but still.

#josh groban #dreams #singer #I want to perform with him just once #manifesting

[borathae]

Heeey Sibi! I know we're still in kinktober, but can we talk about The Astronaut for a moment please?

Do you know Contact by Carl Sagan? In the book, this girl spends most of her life trying to find any life form beyond earth. When that happens, she faces a journey that changes her life.

In the end, the book gives you "the moral of the story". It says that we, as humans, are just as vast and complicated as the universe, and yet we spend more time looking for something outside of us than taking a moment to look for what's within ourselves.

The Astronaut made me think of that...

Think about us, as army, looking at the boys as if they are the universe.

At the end of the mv, that was my only feeling, this really quiet and solid confort. Cause what if this is their ultimate lesson? What have they been trying to teach us all this time? Love yourself, i do believe your galaxy...

Cause we have everything we need with us. And Jin was saying that, he said we'll be fine even if they're not around. What they've created, the magic shop, this great self love and care that we have for each other... that will always be our home, is beyond just the boys at this point.

Aaaaan i am crying again

That's a very nice take! I really like it, although I must say that the boys are responsible for a lot of my happiness, like A LOT and sometimes they are the only thing bringing me through an especially dark day. I mean it, I know how dark days feel and during those days the only thing I can really do is watch Run!BTS and find some solace in the fact that I got the honour to be alive at the same time as them. So I think my happiness would very much brittle if they weren't around anymore hahah I gotta be honest here for a sec, I'm a sap what can I say fadfja

Also from what I have learned from living in loneliness for most of my adult life and using that time to learn to love myself. It is okay to want to seek happiness in other people. It is okay to find happiness in the company of humans and it is also okay to want to find something, someone, someplace other than our own selves to find happiness in. A human can only find so much solace in themselves before being alone turns into being lonely. So don’t beat yourself up if you find laughter and happiness in your friends, your family, your pets, a certain place and object or in our case right now, Bangtan. You are allowed to want that and do that. It’s human to want those things and I am sure the boys find happiness in their true fans as well! 💜

Gosh look at me being sappy at ten in the morning adjfjadf I'm just so grateful for them. They are truly seven treasures on earth :( I hope that they are always happy and healthy :(

also omgmgm I can't stop listening to The Astronaut. I'm so, so happy when I listen to it. Seokjin is such an emotional singer and his voice brings me a lot of peace. When he sings the "when I'm with you there is no one else" part, holy fUCK I COULD LISTEN TO THE WAY HE SINGS THAT PART A MILLION TIMES . I wanna listen to this song when I'm driving with my windows down and the air smells like fresh forests or clear oceans and then I wanna scream not because I'm upset, but because I wanna scream for the sake of screaming and at the core of it it's a happy scream. Like that song is my newest treasure. I wanna kiss it on the forehead and then put it to sleep in a cozy blanket 😔

#i blame my sappiness on my period #this is period sibi talking ahhaaha #asks #jenjensworld #tw: negativity #for the sole fact that emotional stuff can trigger some people into sadness and i dont want you guys to be sad here!! #so thats why im tagging it as negativity

[hawkinshellraiser]

@ems-roleplay-blog

"I'm not... I wouldn't keep anything important from you, dummy." He double-checked that the car was locked behind him, then checked again before he jogged to catch back up with Robin. "Not on purpose. You know that. You'd probably kill me or shave my head in my sleep," he teased. "Besides. I told you about the whole, uh... shower incident, so consider that to be your scoop for the day." He let her unlock it, and held the door open because he was nothing else if not a gentleman, even if every time he did she rolled her eyes. "And Eddie is just, you know. Eddie. Even if he is kind of hot. And really nice. Just... Eddie."

"Oh God, okay, um..." She made a little hum of consideration. "Okay, alright, he's a big old sap, and there's a lot of shit he did. But the sweetest thing was probably for one of our anniversaries. When we were dating, I got really into those old, romance novels. Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility... you know. All that sappy crap. Well. He read all of them. All of the ones I talked about. Every last one. And he took me out stargazing, right. Snuck me out, made us sandwiches, got us some wine and he put together this little, like... it was a few pages, I think, with quotes from them all that reminded me of him the most. Like a love letter, I guess, and he read it out loud to me. Really sweet. Made me cry." She smiled, because the fondness of the memory hadn't been dissipated by any feelings from the breakup. "He's.... you know. I've still got the letter."

"I know. I'm just making sure that you told me all of it, you know? Cause if you've got a gay crush and aren't telling me I think I'll start crying because I of all people should be told." She dropped her bag behind the counter and then turned back to face Steve, hands on the countertop. "Oh yeah?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "I mean, considering he's not a girl I never thought about it. But he's not bad looking. The punk look looks really good on him. And he has those puppy dog eyes you can't say no to. Care to add anything to the list?" She grinned cheekily at him.

Eddie collapsed against the headboard, shaking his head a little. "Oh my god. That's absolutely revolting. I love it." He made a slightly whiny sound and rubbed his hands over his face. "Being gay sucks. No one does nice shit like that. It's just fuck and fuck off."

#🖤 / heaven is a place on earth with you: musing #🖤 / ems roleplay blog

[finsterhund]

So a talk with my doctor revealed some things.

My ADHD meds are for the most part working as intended and I'm just understimulated and depressed. I need to work towards learning how to aim my brain and attention towards things efficiently. The meds aren't making me lack restraint or anything. Everything else is. Essentially the meds making me sit down and do extensive crying dog research for 12 hours is because that's what I "wanted" (consciously or not) to do. My meds aren't a miracle cure that will magically get me to sit down and work on things I have to work on they just give me the focus to work on things. Which is disappointing but I understand that. I was foolish to think otherwise tbh.

Self control as someone who's obsessive and has psychopathic mannerisms is obviously not my strong suit. We will be looking into switching my antidepressants and anti psychotics so that they mesh better with the mental ability my ADHD meds give me.

In hindsight this makes so much sense that the problem isn't the ADHD meds making me spend 12 hours a day on a special interest but is actually my brain's fault and the meds just allowed me to reach my true potential. Meds aren't going to "cure" who I am and how my brain works. So I need to train myself to have focus (Jedi time lol)

Also I was concerned because the meds were supposedly going to have the side effect of not being tired or able to sleep upon taking them but that didn't happen to me and I could still fall asleep and have depression naps so I thought the meds weren't working. But turns out that's a side effect for people without ADHD. And that having ADHD I can sleep regardless and tiredness is based on what my brain is doing. So the pharmacist shouldn't have told me that they would keep me up and alert because my ADHD, why I'm taking the meds in the first place, makes me different and immune to that. I thought the meds weren't working but now I realize otherwise.

ADHD meds causing my ADHD to not limit my other issues is something I really should have expected. I spoke to other people and they said medicating their ADHD made them have to raise doses of other stuff too. Guess I should have talked around. I was so focused on my ADHD and the meds for ADHD that I didn't factor into it that I don't just have ADHD. There's PTSD and depression and allegedly BPD and maybe autism we still don't know about that and everything else under the sun and I'm grieving and blah blah blah.

I just got worried when I was spending so much time doing internet research but the issue is that I just need to learn to not go all obsessed with everything.

Again, it is disappointing that I can't just take meds and solve all my problems because I don't think I'm able at the present time for significant self improvement because I just want to curl up and die because Cazza isn't here on most days. But whatever.

Again, hindsight is 2020 and of course if I have nothing going for my life and no motivation when I get my ADHD meds I'm going to put my newfound brain power into something stupid but important to me like ripping the internet apart looking for more crying dogs. Foolish as I was for thinking the unmedicated ADHD was the issue with me not wanting to play games or write or draw when it's the fact that my service dog is dead and my disability prevents me from leaving the house on my own making me depressed as fuck that's sapped any and all desire to do anything but research and mope.

Shit life syndrome or whatever. I just wish there was a way to fix it. Therapy again perhaps but phone psychiatrist appointments did not help. Phone therapist appointments did not help. Maybe now that covid is less an issue I can have in person again but gotta find the strength to make phone calls and shit ugh.

My doctor told me I gained weight since last we met which was upsetting to me. But again. My service dog is dead and I don't have a will to live of course I'm eating for pleasure and also can't afford healthy stuff. Once my surgery is done and I'm recovered I'm going to the gym again though. So there's that.

Still no word on that by the way. I was hoping they'd schedule me sooner rather than later.

Also the medicine that's a pain in the ass to take I have to keep taking and I'm upset about that. I have neglected it and I have no stickers in my planner book I'm so sad I'm a failure. Anyways.

Roommate "wants help with bills" again this month of course. But this time he told me today, when I get paid, so it's not being sprung on me surprise again. Still annoying as all hell. He was like "oh maybe I could pay you back with art" but motherfucker I haven't had the desire to commission art since Cazza died that's yet another thing that lost its value to me now that the love of my life is fucking gone I don't know when that'll come back either.

The things in life that gave me purpose and reason and enjoyment are all bitter grey sawdust to me now that she's gone. I wish I knew when that would stop. It's really painful. Again, going back to my ADHD meds. That's the problem. Not the meds. The meds help my ADHD be manageable they won't fix the fact that life is pain and suffering and I miss my baby girl and everything just feels futile and pointless now.

Roommate wants to do group cosplay where he's Obi-Wan and I'm Anakin but 1. I wanted to be Obi-Wan (lol) and 2. I don't have the motivation to get a cosplay together. I don't even have motivation for my ANDY COSPLAY. THAT'S MY FUCKING LIFE I LOVE THAT SHIT. MY LIFE IS ALL ABOUT BEING ANDY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. THERE WAS A TIME BEFORE CAZZA BUT THAT'S SO ALIEN TO ME AT THIS POINT!!!!!?????

But there's a convention around the time that I should be getting my surgery at the latest (just my luck it will be then) so I don't even know if I'll be able to. I'm thinking about how I didn't go to conventions last couple years because Cazza was sick and I stayed home to take care of her it feels weird and not possible that I can go to conventions now because my brain is still programmed to stay home to take care of her.

I miss her so fucking much man. I hate this.

I really related to today's episode of the Bad Batch where Omega was missing Echo but expressed that by being upset the ship got stolen. Because that's exactly how my brain works. I guess it makes sense because my brain is a literal child.

In my extensive search for the crying dog I basically went through a hundred years of sears catalogs (yeah I told you didn't I?) And it gave me such a respect for vintage stuff and a more understanding of how stuff progressed I guess.

It feels stupid to say but part of me wishes I could have been raised in the stupid 1950s American dream suburb white picket fence boy wearing a striped shirt with a bicycle nuclear family picture perfect magazine ass childhood. You know. I wish my life could have been a Rockwell painting sometimes. I should be grateful I was born in the 90s and got the internet and shit but idk I just wish I got one of those magical "good families" that only ever seemed to have existed in fiction to me. The 50s weren't a good time to be a minority and there was the looming threat of nuclear war and all that shit but the advertisement photos look so cozy. I crave that normalcy I guess. I need to understand that even a good childhood didn't resemble those superficial staged photos.

Maybe dreaming about a 50s childhood is an improvement from my desires to be a caveman. Maybe not. Who fucking knows. I think the underlying issue is that I wish I was raised being wanted and loved and with security and a sense of community. Blah blah blah.

To be honest Anakin being a whiny brat with issues and a violent underlying darkness makes more sense for me to cosplay because that's me lol.

This I realize is a massive rambling and all that shit but idk. I just know people want updates on my life to know I'm okay.

I guess I am okay. I'm getting by at least. Grieving and inflation are my biggest issues. I'm so mad the cost of living keeps going up but my disability income hasn't changed since covid started. Man fuck.

Wish I could have my own place. I want a nice little farmhouse cottage sorta shit with an upstairs bedroom with slanted ceiling and my own living room and a yard and blah blah blah.

The ADHD meds confusion is starting to be funny to me now. It absolutely lets me stay focused on what I set out to do. It's just something that wasn't responsible or advisable to have chosen in the first place.

I am going to try to force myself into focusing on actually making crying dogs. Or playing a game. I don't know what caused me to stop making the dogs this time. Working with the felt was so good maybe I had issues with the actual fabric. Who knows.

I think that's everything. I'll try to update more.

#text post #negative #long post #vague spoilers

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Your children are here to tell you:

Do something new

Laughing all the way to the bank

It's a life or death situation To the girl with the hair like spun gold

I don't wanna dance with the Devil But do you mind if I tap my foot?

Am I missing something?

Is it something good?

You’re killing me john

(S)He said, "Please don't go away"

I said, "It's too late"

“And now I can't stop thinking That I almost gave you everything. And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything.”

Something wrong something not quite right

“What have they done to the Earth?”

“You think I’m psycho don’t you mama? You better let them lock me up.

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama

Standing right there by his bed w/ my hands around his throat, Mama,Wishing both of us were dead

You know that little girl next door, Mama?

Oh, don't tell that she's dead, Mama

Cause I just saw her in the park

We was sitting on a bench, Mama

Thinking of a game to play

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama

And then my mind just walked away.”

Somehow you’ve become some paranoia

I testified, my mama cried

I never saw a way to pay a sap to read the law, then become a victim of a lawyer.

Don't know ya, never saw ya

Tape cued, getting me sued

Playing games with my head, what the judge said

We just had the quarrel that sent you away

An Angel with apple blond hair now

An inbuilt guilt catches up with you

So dark and deep, the secrets that you keep

I am just like a child lost in the woods

I yearn for the truth that you know

let’s stay together

I love myself better than you

Somewhere I have heard this before

As a defense I’m neutered and spayed

Once you know the truth you might wish you walked away.

I have pulled myself clear

I think he knows! (12:12 woo)

This is my dance floor I fought for.

They wrote a book about it

They said it was like Ancient Rome And something flickered for a minute

And then it vanished and was gone (Romeo had Juliette is perfect songwriting. )

You are shining some glory on me

Miss Americana (so I finally got this song; it had me sobbing, and it wasn’t what I thought. But I’ll wait for a day when my screen is working to expand.)

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow

You can sing it with a cry in my voice

“Everybody knows.”

Love will tear us apart again

“Valentine knows it all. He’s got something to say.” (12:34)

3:33

I will love you til the end

And you cannot be bound, if you cannot be free

Hosanna! Head on high, I'm gonna sing it till the day I die

Gonna push on the gas till the gas runs dry

Mary dances on a hurricane

Said the boys in here are all the same

'Cause she'd rather be preaching with fools

You’d take an overdose if you knew what was going down.

"It was around four in the morning in the studio and I guess I was half-awake and half-asleep,I figured I was dreaming so when I really woke up, I put it down straight away. I guess that's the advantage of falling asleep in the studio - at least you can get your ideas down right then and there! What turned out to be heavy about it was he said that it had some of the same structure as something he'd done for a movie years ago."

Why do I want to blow up your life?

“I just thought that if I could take it from her, maybe then it would prove that I’m worth something.”

“I guess that’s just Your game and I’m the one who gets played again and again and again. You know how to fuck me up.(4:00)

Russian Easter hymn

Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more,

ain’t that peculiar

“I’ve seen gypsies who made it all the way and kept goin.”

My town bitching/ complaining when people ain’t got shit to eat

So I’m living inside my mind

“I keep retracing that storyline.”

I’m in tears again when you rock and roll with me (this should be the new blog title)

I’ve found a door that lets me out

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

But if you're out there, I hope that you're okay

little military march

Oh baby how was I supposed to know? I shouldn’t have let you go. My loneliness is killing me

I’ve been replaced with someone new

He don’t realize I’m thinking about you

And if you wouldn’t mind I would like it blew

And if you wouldn’t mind I would like to breathe

Here is another word that rhymes with shame

You could do anything

All I do is think about you

I'm a stubborn man with a fickle plan

Talk to me without the need To make your case

Settled at a standstill

We shall live again

I did it for survival But i looked like the asshole anyway

You ate up all my breadcrumbs —Now i'm lost alone inside your cave

You best let the water run

“Honey, you best sit down.”

Far from skid row I dream we’ll go

It’s been a hell of a year, thank god we made it out

You got me feelin' like I been too mean

And fuck like a demon, do it like nothin'

I am disgustin', I've been corrupted

I been gone, yeah, I been on this road too long

“At the heart of the matter, Someone wove a secret spell

Mixed with girl not so peaceful

Angel and animal

But me losing you was not a part of this plan so…”

“I think making up, faking up stories is all right. fiction is my thing. My attitude is always I and me and mine; Oh I'm so clever, I'm so clever, I'm so clever!

Until my paranoia kicks in then I'll accuse her of doing all the worst things I do best.

It's funny how me fucking her about has got me in this fucking mess. Liar liar liar liar liar pants on fire. Lies, alibis, lies, more alibis.

From the truth, I admit I'm more than shy.”

“I'm feeling so guilty about the things.”

This is the happy ending I look at the books And things people are reading

I know that you've written them, too

You've got so many little things to do.

As I'm endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd

Looking for something from you

Just one fucking measly clue

Any shitty little tip-off would do

A ghosteen dances in my hand

Slowly twirling, twirling all around

#stuff stella says

[plaidbooks]

Hi, I have a request! From the prompt list, “I lost our baby.” Rafael Barba x Reader

A Family

A/N: Oof, that’s a sad request! I couldn’t do the full sad; it’s...too real to me, but I hope you still enjoy. Obviously, this is gonna be angst, but with a happy ending. This jumps around a bit in the beginning before settling in--just some background on how you and Rafael met and stuff. Thanks for the request, @infiniteoddball !

Tags: allusions to smut (gotta make a baby somehow), mentions of child abuse, mentions of rape/murder, some derogatory language, pregnancy scares

Words: 2257

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @dianilaws

Rafael Barba couldn’t believe that he could ever be so happy in his life. When he dated in high school, he often fantasized about the normal, picturesque life laid out before him—good job, own a house, married, have a couple kids. Then in college, he started doubting himself more and more about the children part, and after Yelina, he started doubting the married part as well. One drunken night with Olivia, she had asked him, “ever thought about having children?” It wasn’t a secret that she wanted to be a mother; that’s how this conversation started. He had shaken his head, brushed it off, but she had pushed him. “Really? Just not your thing?”

He could’ve lied and said yes, let it die right then. But he couldn’t lie to Liv; she’d see right through him anyways. Besides, he still felt pangs of jealousy when he’d go for a stroll in the park, watch dads playing catch with their kids, or teaching them to ride a bike.

“Cause I don’t want to be my father,” he had said before finishing his drink and leaving Forlini’s, jaw still clenched. Olivia, thankfully, had dropped it after that.

It was months later that Rafael had met you. You were a journalist; you had met while Rafael was working a highly controversial case. And while he normally hated the press, refusing to talk to them, he had agreed to an interview with you…mostly because you had assured him you were on his side. He was incredibly thankful he had accepted, because you had both started dating a week later, and you never looked back.

A few months after that interview, Rafael asked you to move in with him, and a year after that, he had proposed. Everything was perfect, except for one thing; you wanted children. Rafael was still hesitant, afraid to continue the cycle of abuse that’s been passed down through generations on his paternal side. But after a very, very long talk, you had him convinced that he was nothing like his father, and that you would make sure he wouldn’t become like him. Besides, after becoming so close with Rafael, you had also grown close to Olivia, and you assured him that the Sergeant would kick his ass if he ever did anything to hurt you or your kids. So, after your wedding, you both spent the honeymoon trying to get pregnant. It was almost shocking how you didn’t end up pregnant with how little you left the bedroom. But now, after an amazing birthday celebration, you held the positive test in your hands, smiling at your husband.

“I’m going to be a father?” Rafael muttered, his voice hopeful, happy. You could see the slightest bit of concern in his green eyes, and you leaned up, kissing him gently.

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you whispered against his lips. He grinned against you, pulling you into a tight embrace, one hand going to rest on your stomach.

Rafael felt bad with how much he worked; he wanted to be home, doting on you, especially as the months went by and you started showing more and more. You were embarrassed at first as your belly swelled up, but Rafael’s eyes just sparkled as he thought about the life growing within you; the life you created together. He would take half-days, sometimes full days off, and he was never too tired after a day at work, always caring and attentive to you when he came home. But he still didn’t feel like it was enough.

 ********************

It was midday, and court had just concluded, with Justin Fitzgerald being sentenced to life in prison for the vicious rapes and murders of five women. He was still screaming profanities at Rafael, promising to kill the counselor, as he scooped all his paperwork into his briefcase. He ignored the man that was dragged away, headed to processing, and then on to Rikers.

“Good work, Barba,” Olivia said, patting his shoulder.

He gave her a curt nod, a small smile on his lips. “Jury made the right call. But I’ll confess that I’ll sleep better knowing someone like Fitzgerald is behind bars. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to try and get out of here early tonight; my wife is due to give birth any moment, and I want to be with her as much as possible.”

Olivia gave him a bright smile; she was the happiest for you and Rafael, besides the two of you yourselves. She had already helped you pick out a bunch of clothes—you were projected to have a little girl—and necessities. Rafael matched her smile, his heart fluttering at the thought of holding his baby for the first time, before he moved to leave the courtroom, heading towards his office in One Hogan Place.

 *****************

He was just packing up when his phone rang, Olivia’s number flashing at him. Brow furrowed, Rafael answered, “Liv? Everything—”

“Fitzgerald escaped during the transfer to Rikers. I’m sending Fin and Amaro to your office; lock your door and wait there until they show up,” Olivia said in a rush.

Rafael’s heart plummeted. He hurried to his door, telling Carmen to leave, then closing and locking his door. “Liv, [Y/N]…I need—”

“I’ll send Rollins and Carisi. They’ll escort her to the precinct; we’ll get her, Raf.”

He nodded into his phone, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He hung up, finding your number, and calling you.

 *****************

“Okay, Rafi, don’t worry, baby. I’m sure Rollins and Carisi will be here soon. I’ll call you when I make it to the precinct, okay? Just take some deep breaths, love,” you were saying into the phone. Your own heart was beating faster, but you had to remain calm, for Rafael’s sake as much for your baby. There was a sharp knock at the door. “That must be them; I’ll call in a bit.” You hung up before you heard Rafael scream into the phone, wondering how the detectives had gotten there so fast.

You heaved yourself off the couch, waddling to the door, your hand on your lower back. There was no peephole in the door, but you left the chain on—something Olivia taught you—as you opened the door to make sure it was Rollins and Carisi. But the face staring back at you was foreign, deranged, a wicked grin on his face, a glint in his eye. You barely had time to move out of the way before he kicked the door open, the chain snapping easily.

“Where’s that shit-stain, Barba?” he growled at you.

“I-who? You must have the wrong building,” you replied, backing away from the man. It was then that you noticed he had a gun in his hand. Deep breaths you told yourself, trying to stay calm. But your body started trembling, and you felt tears in your eyes.

The man towered over you. “Nah; see that’s the problem with being a public figure nowadays. No privacy anymore.” The man looked you up and down, sneering. “You the whore he knocked up, then?”

You shook your head. “I-I don’t know who you’re talking about…please, just leave,” you begged, your watery voice barely audible.

The man just smiled that wicked smile as he moved closer to you. You tried to back away, but he was much quicker, wrapping an arm around your throat from behind. “Come on, baby. We’re going for a ride,” he muttered in your ear, making you shudder. You could do nothing but try and keep up with his pace as he led you out the front door, down the hallway and to the elevator, his gun to your head the whole way. Your legs were shaking by the time you made it to the front door of the building, the man forcing you down the steps.

“Freeze, Fitzgerald!” a female voice called. He turned towards the voice, and you were face to face with Detective Rollins, her gun aimed at his face. She glanced at you, making sure you were unharmed before her attention went back to the man; Fitzgerald, apparently.

“You try anything, and Barba’s whore is dead,” he sneered at her.

That’s when you felt it; a small pop inside you, and then a rush of liquid on your thighs. “I…I think my water just broke,” you muttered, your eyes filling with tears. This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen, and you were starting to panic. Rollins looked more distressed, and Fitzgerald knew he was going to win this standoff.

Everyone you had talked to had warned you that after your water broke, the contractions would start off small, like mild period cramps, before ramping up. Which is why you knew something had to be wrong. You screamed in pain as a contraction hit, your knees buckling. You slumped in Fitzgerald’s grip as your body went limp with pain, and he had to struggle to hold you. Which is when Carisi, who had been slowly sneaking up behind you both, grabbed Fitzgerald’s gun, wrestling it from his hands. He dropped you as he fought the male detective, and Rollins was on you, taking your hand in hers as the pain subsided.

“I got him,” Carisi panted, cuffing Fitzgerald.

Rollins glanced at him, nodding. “Okay. Call a bus, we need to get—”

She was cut off by another scream from you, pain rocketing through your body. Tears were streaming down your face, and you were sure you were going to break her hand with how hard you were clutching her, Rafael’s name escaping your lips.

When you stopped screaming, Rollins said, “fuck the bus, I’m taking her to the hospital. Call for a lift to Rikers.” And with the strength of Superwoman—or a cop with high adrenaline—Rollins dragged you to your feet, whispering encouragement into your ears the whole walk to her squad car.

“Something’s wrong…I lost our baby…I’m sorry Raf…” you whimpered, openly weeping.

Rollins rubbed your back soothingly. “It’s gonna be fine; once you’re in the hospital, you’re gonna get help, and you’ll see. It’s gonna be okay,” she just kept repeating this over and over again. You had barely sat down in the passenger seat when you screamed again.

 ***********************

“Go faster!” Rafael ordered through gritted teeth from the backseat of Fin’s squad car.

“We already have the streets cleared and sirens on; this is the fastest we can go,” Amaro explained from the passenger seat.

When Carisi had called Rafael, telling him his wife was in labor, not even the two detectives ordered to protect him could keep him in his office. Carisi tried to explain what had happened, but Rafael had stopped listening after hearing the words “Fitzgerald broke in” and “in labor”. His heart was in his throat, and his grip on the back of the passenger seat would tear a lesser fabric.

“Bullshit; go faster,” Rafael barked back. They were a block away, the hospital looming in the distance, and it took everything in Rafael to sit still as they approached. Fin had barely stopped the car in front of the sliding doors before Rafael rocketed out of backseat, sprinting to the front desk. He asked for your room, but in his rush, he was speaking too quickly, and the nurses telling him to calm down was only making him more nervous.

“Barba, over here!” Carisi called, waving to the counsellor. Rafael took off after the detective, narrowly avoiding nurses and doctors. The taller man led him to the elevator, hitting floor 4, and then the longest elevator ride in Rafael’s life took place. “Fitzgerald is safely in Rikers now,” Carisi said, as if that mattered at all. Rafael gave him a pointed glare, and Carisi took the hint.

The doors dinged, and Rafael launched out before he realized he didn’t know which way to go. Looking back at Carisi, the detective waved him along, leading him to a quiet room, Rollins sitting in a chair outside. Now that he was here, Rafael came to a top outside the door, terrified, hesitating to go inside, afraid of what he’d find. But Rollins stood, giving him a soft smile, a nod. Taking a deep breath, Rafael entered.

You were laying in the hospital bed, propped up with pillows, a small bundle in your arms. You glanced up at Rafael as he came over to you, tears in your eyes and the brightest smile on your face.

“Rafi, there’s someone you should meet,” you murmured, slowly holding the bundle out to him.

Rafael’s heart skipped a beat as he saw his daughter’s face, the small patch of black hair on her head. He carefully scooped her into his arms, bouncing his knees as if it were natural. “Thank God, she looks just like you,” he said softly, voice full of awe.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I think she looks more like you. When her eyes were open for a moment, they had your green.”

Rafael smiled at you, before his eyes went back to the bundle of joy in his arms; his daughter. “She’s perfect.”

“Yes, she is,” you agreed. “I was so scared today…I thought I might have lost—”

“Don’t,” Rafael said, cutting you off. “All that matters is that she’s happy and healthy, and that you’re safe.” He leaned down, kissing your forehead softly. “We’re a family; that’s all I care about.” Rafael Barba couldn’t believe that he could ever be so happy in his life.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #this made me cry cause I'm a fucking sap #infiniteoddball

[stylistiquements]

Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・　　 .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hey everyone, welcome to the last chapter. Thank you so much for reading through this. I know it’s a crack ship and not everyone’s cup of tea, but I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you all enjoyed it :)

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Ten - Moving Forward

Two Weeks Later

"You feelin' okay?"

That was a loaded question, and one Freed wasn't yet ready to deal with. He and Gajeel were walking from the guildhall infirmary side by side, the first time that Freed had been outside since his demon had left him. It was mid morning and an entirely pleasant day, and Freed found himself angry at the sun beating down on them both. If it were raining or stormy then at least it would feel appropriate for his mood.

A cane. For the rest of his life, he would need a cane.

In terms of a mage's possible injuries, ending up with a cane wasn't much to complain about. People had been killed, mutilated and injured beyond recovery, so having to walk with a cane was hardly the worst that could happen. But every time he thought about it, Freed could only see a future limited by a piece of wood he would need to lean on.

The demon, it seemed, wasn't only eating away at his soul. It had slowly been sapping away at his energy both physical and magical, and the effect was more physical than Porlyiusca had thought. Porlyusica had said that, though she didn't know how long it would take, the demon would have eventually started to make Freed wither if it had been left to stay inside of him. The issue had been that, as the demon was being dragged from his soul, it's influence had exploded and affected Freed greatly, particularly in his lower right leg.

Porlyusica had said the influence had been like an ocean, slowly wearing away the coast. But as the demon was taken, it had turned into a tsunami.

He had been assured that the injury wasn't life threatening, and it was something that he could more-or-less get passed. Eventually, he would manage to bring the strength back to his leg, and when that happened the cane would only be a precaution for the occasional moments where the injury flared back up. Apparently he would be able to work as a mage again once the recovery began, though would have to change his fighting styles and work back up to the missions he had been taking.

Maybe he should be thankful that he would be able to continue working at all. He wasn't.

"Conflicted," Freed eventually said, walking beside Gajeel and determined to keep pace with him despite the unfamiliarity of the cane. "I'm glad you're here, though. Thank you."

"I wasn't gonna be anywhere else," Gajeel said firmly, and that was something of a consolation.

There was a lull in the conversation, and Freed knew what it was. Gajeel couldn't think of anything to say, because there was nothing that he could say to make the situation any better. No doubt, Gajeel knew that Freed wasn't fond of pity, and a lot of what a person might say in the situation might be seen as pitying, and so Gajeel was probably remaining quiet. Freed hoped this wasn't going to be a sign of things to come.

As if reading his thoughts, Gajeel suddenly perked up and looked at Freed with a mischievous smile. It was forced, but Freed didn't want to linger on that and so pushed it to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in a question.

"The stripper and the puppeteer are making Sparky and the flirt do their punishment this week," Gajeel said, and Freed laughed a little. "You wanna see them makin' asses out of themselves while being ordered around by two assholes."

"They actually went through with the butler idea?" Freed chuckled.

"Yeah. Even the thing about them being in their underwear and everything," Gajeel grinned, and maybe he was just happy to hear Freed amused. The last few weeks, he had been downcast at the best of times. "Even made sparky wear bunny ears. Though he was gonna fry all of us with how pissed off he looked. We were all laughin' pretty damn hard,"

"He takes bets seriously," Freed smiled. This topic, as stupid as it was, was a welcome distraction. "Are you sure you wish for me to see my ex in such a state of undress."

"Fuck yeah i do," Gajeel grinned. "You see him, then you see me and realise how much better you are now."

"So you intended to strip off too?" Freed probed. "I am being spoiled."

"Anythin' for my prince," Gajeel said.

Prince. Gajeel had been calling Freed that a lot over the last few weeks, and it always made him blush just a little. There was something so honest about the way he said it, as if Freed really were a man of importance to him as well as being someone to be revered. Freed wasn't the type of man to need complete adoration from a partener, but the fact Gajeel was so unquestioningly open about his reverence for him made Freed delighted. It was certainly better than city-boy, too.

And when he said he would do anything for Freed, it sounded like he meant it. Not just in the sense that he would do anything to make Freed's life easier now that this had happened. No, it felt like Gajeel was naturally happy to do things for Freed because he wanted to. Freed felt the same as Gajeel in that respect; he would do anything for him.

"I think maybe I'd like to go home for tonight," Freed eventually said, and Gajeel nodded.

"Thought you might," He said. "Don't worry about groceries or anything, I sorted 'em out. Spoke to yer team, so I've got everything you normally have, I think. Might make a cottage pie for dinner, Sparky said you like 'em. And I went to that bakery downtown and got you a banoffee pie for dessert."

And with a few statements, Gajeel had gotten Freed to cry.

The man who, less than a month ago, had been nothing more than a tedious acquaintance of Freed's was now somehow one of the most treasured people in his life. Because how could he not be? How could Freed not be entirely enamoured by a man like Gajeel? A man who had visited Freed every day in the infirmary, even sneaking in some nights despite rules saying he shouldn't. A man who, despite being known for his antisocial nature, had spoken to Freed's team to find out what he liked and what he did when the world was getting on top of him. A man who knew that something so trivial and comparatively not important as an empty fridge would be Freed's first thought after what had happened.

Gajeel noticed his sudden emotion and turned immediately. He looked at Freed with such open concern on his face, cupping Freed's cheeks with his large and calloused hands so carefully that Freed might swoon. Damn this brute of a man and his hidden fragility.

"It'll get better," Gajeel whispered. "I know it's shit now, and I ain't gonna tell ya how to feel 'cause that'd be shitty of me, but you'll get past it. Yer Freed fucking Justine, remember."

"I know," Freed chuckled, blinking a few times to cut off the tears. "Thank you."

"I ain't gonna let you do this alone, neither," Gajeel kept on. "Anythin' you need, anytime, I'm gonna do it for you. And you know you've got a whole guild full of people who'll do exactly the same. You'll get through it."

"I will," Freed whispered, and smiled at Gajeel. "You're too good to me."

"Like hell I am," Gajeel argued. "Now move yer ass. I wanna get in that damn bed of yours again. Mine feels shitty after havin' yours and yer runes would only let me in when I was bringing groceries."

Freed laughed at that. Gajeel certainly wasn't going to be treating him like glass. Good.

They walked down the streets of Magnolia side by side. For the most part it seemed normal, and on the few occasions where Freed's grasp on the cane wavered, or his leg buckled under him, Gajeel would help him back to being stable, held him while he walked for a few steps, and then acted like nothing had happened. Respectful, unpatronising, but there for him.

Gajeel was going to be there for him, and at that moment that was all Freed needed.

——

One Month Later

"Come on Prince," Gajeel yelled. "Nearly there, baby. Yer so close."

Gajeel was clapping as a form of motivation, standing on the side of the lake. He and Freed were in the forest that their relationship had begun in, having spent the night camping under the stars. The morning was a brisk and cold one, but Gajeel didn't care, as he watched his boyfriend keenly and with a ridiculous grin across his face.

Freed was so close. He was so close to getting there and Gajeel was so damn proud of him.

The couple had spoken at length about how Freed was going to move past his injury, and Freed had been adamant that he wanted to be as fit as he could and return to his missions as soon as he could. While Gajeel had been a little hesitant, he had worked with Freed on how they would accomplish that, and they had settled on building up his leg's muscle in small bursts. They would make goals for Freed to accomplish, and once he had accomplished one, he would move onto something more strenuous.

Swimming the entire length of the lake was the first goal. Although swimming didn't rely too heavily on his leg muscle, it kept it moving and put some on some burn. Multiple times a week they would get to the forest, and Freed would attempt it. So far, Gajeel had needed to dive in after and help him.

But this time, it looked different.

Freed was getting closer and closer to the shoreline and Gajeel could feel that this was the one. Finally Freed was going to get to the other end of the lake without any assistance. The water parted with each swift motion, and Gajeel was grinning from ear to ear as his boyfriend got closer.

"You can do this baby," He yelled again. "Yer fucking amazing. Yer so close."

Maybe Freed heard, because he seemed to speed up. As he approached the shoreline, Gajeel picked up his cane and rushed to where Freed was going to end up. He was going to do it! He was going to make it.

The moment Freed's hand hit the side of the lake, he removed his head from under the water. A look of shock turned to something close to joy, and Gajeel relished every second of it. To see the man he loved so happy, so proud of himself, was tremendous. Better still, Freed pushed himself out of the lake with no assistance, perhaps on an adrenaline high, and managed to stand up. It was wobbly, and he reached for his cane the moment it was within reach so he could prop himself up on it, but the fact he could do that after pushing his body so hard in swimming was incredible.

"Shit," Gajeel grinned. "You fucking-"

He was cut off when Freed grabbed Gajeel by the collar, pulled him down into a strong, passionate kiss. Gajeel stepped into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Freed's waist, not caring for how wet his clothes were going to be. He kissed back with as much passion as he could, because fuck - Freed had done it!

When they pulled apart, Freed had his left hand wrapped around Gajeel's neck. He looked practically giddy at his achievement. Fuck that was a handsome look on Freed, and Gajeel wanted to see it more. He pulled away, looked his man up and down and grinned.

Bastard shouldn't be able to kiss like that while dressed in a speedo.

Only Freed would be able to take the choice to give up sex until he was feeling reovered and turn it into a game where he'd try and turn Gajeel on every chance he got, just to piss him off. Motherfucking tease

"How d'you feel?" He asked, because Freed's health was more important than his arousal. "Nothing hurting too bad?"

"It burns, but like my arms do after lifting weights," Freed said, tentatively raising his right leg and moving it slightly. "But overall, I feel fantastic. Better than I have since everything began, I think."

"I'm glad," Gajeel grinned. "You wanna have some breakfast. Brought some pancake mix from the store if you wanna try it."

"Great," Freed grinned, and began to walk beside Gajeel to where they had set up camp. He looked up towards Gajeel with a spark in his eye that had been missing for some time. It was incredible to see it again. "I want to try and do it again tomorrow, to make sure that it wasn't a fluke. Would you mind sleeping here another night?"

"Of course not," Gajeel said immediately. Freed didn't need to ask.

"Once I'm sure that I can swim the length consistently, I think it makes sense to start working on exercises that focus on my leg, rather than using it as a secondary point of focus," Freed continued, seemingly unaware as Gajeel wrapped a towel around his bare shoulders. "I have a leg press at home which I could use, though perhaps that might be too much too soon. I suppose we can test it, can't we? You wouldn't mind being there, just in case something goes wrong."

"That's fine," Gajeel nodded, grinning at his boyfriend.

"Or perhaps some kind of ankle weights would be better," Freed continued, walking towards their camp as if walking on air. "They're not the most elegant solution, but they would certainly help build up muscle without too much strain. Perhaps you could make some for me, if you found the time of course. Maybe a continuous piece of iron that would snake around my calf, that way the weight would be distributed better around the leg."

"Makes sense," Gajeel said, chuckling. He was fairly sure he wasn't really a part of this conversation Freed was having with himself.

"I did want to start work on making the barn at the back of my property into a gym, but I've kept putting it off," Freed continued. "The space is rather a mess. Maybe the two of us could clean it out together. That would get me moving and help me be physical while using the cane," He then looked up to Gajeel and frowned. "Why are you smiling like that at me?"

"Yer cute when yer scheemin'," Gajeel grinned. "Glad I get to watch it."

Freed looked like he wanted to argue, so Gajeel leant over, pressed a kiss on the crown of his head, and smiled. Things were getting better.

——

Two Months Later

"Freed, no," Bickslow said firmly. "You can't do this to us."

"Why did you think this was a good idea?" Gray demanded, resting his head in his hands. "You've doomed us all."

"You're all so dramatic," Freed chuckled, leaning back in the chair and moving the wrapped box so it was out of sight again. "And I'm afraid that, when I'm choosing a gift for my boyfriend, I didn't prioritise the opinions of my friends."

"You should have," Evergreen huffed. "This is going to be awful."

The guild's New Years party had been going for hours now, and it had been a fun affair. People had drunk, made fools of themselves, and shared tender moments with their fellow guild members. While Freed hadn't engaged in much of the action, other than beating Max, Loke and Natsu in an arm wrestling contest, he had enjoyed a night of people watching and drinking with his friends and boyfriend.

As the night wore on, The Raijinshuu had flocked to a corner and sat at a table. Not only The Raijinshuu though, as Gajeel, Gray and Elfman were now mainstays of their table. It was odd, how quickly their small group had expanded and how easy these new friendships had been formed. Even Laxus, who had openly shown frustration at the fact he could have to go through the torture of becoming friendly with new people, had managed to find common ground with their new partners, even if he did pretend to be annoyed by their presence.

Or perhaps he was distracted. He and Loke could often be found glancing across at each other in subtle moments. Perhaps being forced to dress as sexy bunny-butlers had brought them together in a way fighting side by side just couldn't.

They were less subtle than Evergreen and Elfman, though. It was frustrating.

At that moment, Gajeel and Laxus had gone to the bar to collect the latest round. Freed had taken the opportunity to have a little fun with everyone else sitting at the table, and told them what his specific gift for Gajeel was. They had been less than pleased when they found out what it was, which only made Freed even more sure he had chosen the correct present.

"Hey," Gajeel said, placing a tray of drinks on the table and kissing Freed atop the head as he passed. "Why does everyone but you look pissy?"

"I told them that we couldn't open our gifts without you and Laxus being here," Freed lied smoothly, ignoring the roll of the eyes from Gray and Bickslow. "They were so enthusiastic to see what we've all got for each other, they didn't want to wait."

"Okay?" Gajeel frowned. "I don't believe ya, but if that's the story yer gonna go with, then I ain't gonna fight ya."

Freed chuckled. Gajeel really could see right through him.

Even though he didn't believe Freed's lie, the group did begin to open the presents they had gotten for each other. Elfman and Evergreen exchanged gifts first, doing so with the maturity of a woman who didn't know how to show off her affection, and the blush of a man who was delighted at even the smallest of compliments. Next, Bickslow and Gray, who had similar minds and had gotten each other gag gifts; Gray had been gifted ten coupons for a night with Bickslow, Bickslow had been gifted a pair of mens lingerie. Even Laxus had been given a gift from an 'anonymous' source, who had gotten him a small pendant shaped like a lion.

They really needed to be more subtle.

When it came to Freed and Gajeel, Gajeel offered his wrapped gift first. The box was long and thin, and Freed looked at it with curiosity as he began to unwrap it. When he looked at Gajeel, the dragon slayer was nervous.

"If you don't like it, that's okay?" Gajeel said, and Freed frowned. "It was kinda risky. So don't feel bad if you wanna change it back."

Not entirely sure what to expect, Freed opened the box. Inside of it was a new walking cane, one made of both wood and metal, a hell of a lot nicer than the one he'd gotten from Porlyusica. For a moment he wondered what Gajeel had been so nervous about, and what he meant by 'change it back', when he saw the handle. Rather than a simple handle, Gajeel had placed the hilt of Freed's sword on top of it.

The sword had been a constant burden for Freed over the past few months. He couldn't use it as his hand was occupied with the cane, so he had been forced to retire it. Looking at it was like a reflection of how much he had lost, and it had gotten so bad that he had put it in the attic and locked it away. Gajeel had apparently found it.

"I know the sword meant a lot to ya, but after what happened it made you feel shitty," Gajeel explained. "But I wanted it to make you feel good. Not something from yer past, but something from yer future."

"It's beautiful," Freed whispered, running his hand over the metal that had once been his hilt.

The sword had been the first thing he had brought with his own money, and the hilt had been the deciding factor over all the other weapons the armory had. For most of his life, it had been his most prized possession. Now, with the hilt attached to something that he could use, rather than something that taunted him with it's past importance, he could look at it with fondness and pride again.

"You sure?" Gajeel asked.

"Yes," Freed said earnestly. "It's perfect."

"You ain't seen everythin' yet," Gajeel was grinning now, and Freed removed it from it's box. "If y' push it into the ground and twist it anti-clockwise, you'll see what else I did."

Freed did as instructed, and heard a small click come from inside the cane. He lifted it up, and a thin blade was revealed to him. He looked at the shining metal with wonderment, and slowly brought the blade towards him. Another sword, more lightweight and agile than his previous blade had been, which worked better for his current state.

"I smelted down the old one and made it from the same metal, so it'll carry all the enchantments you put on it," Gajeel explained. "Thought you'd need one for when you started working again."

"It's perfect," Freed whispered, grinning at the blade. "Thank you so much, Gajeel."

"Happy new year, prince," Gajeel mumbled, pressing his lips against Freed's for a chaste kiss. "Yer gonna kick ass, I know it."

"I certainly intend to," Freed smiled, reaching for his gift to Gajeel. "While I admit it's not as thought out as yours was - I don't think anything could be - I do hope you enjoy what I got you."

Gajeel grinned and began to rip open the present, and everyone at the table who knew what he'd been gifted seemed downtrodden at the thought. Gajeel, however, looked into the large box with sparkling eyes and the biggest, most excited grin on his face. A moment later, he brandished his new electric guitar with anticipation rushing through him. Yes, Freed had definitely gotten him the right gift.

"Holy shit," Gajeel said with an excited laugh. "This is fucking kickass."

"I'm glad you like it," Freed smiled. "I should say, I expect a show."

Everyone groaned, but Gajeel ignored them. "Fuck yeah yer getting a show."

Before leaving, however, Gajeel leant down and pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss that was perhaps too deep for the situation. But with the constant PDA from Gray and Bickslow, the love/hate flirting from Elfman and Evergreen, and whatever the hell Loke and Laxus had between them, Freed felt he was allowed to kiss his boyfriend how he pleased.

"I should say," Freed murmured into Gajeel's ear as he pulled away. "I find musicians very sexy."

"Y' do, huh?" Gajeel grinned, voice a little husky.

"And if a musician were to dedicate a song to me, I could be persuaded to let him do anything at all to me," Freed continued, voice a sexy tease which he hopes would go right down Gajeel's spine. "Including, perhaps allowing him to bind me to my bed with the manicals that he thinks I don't know are hidden in the spare room," Gajeel's breath hitched. "I might let him keep me there all night, even. Though, I suppose, once I was bound, he'd be in complete control of me, so I'd have to do as instructed no matter what."

"Fuck yeah you would," Gajeel growled a little, and Freed smirked.

Once Freed had been recovered enough, the two men had restarted their sex life. Freed was happy both topping and bottoming, but Gajeel had shown himself to enjoy taking the top roll with sadistic glee. Freed had been happy to accommodate, and he'd been beaten and bruised by the man night after night.

"Something to consider before you start," Freed grinned, pulling away from Gajeel's ear to lean back in his seat.

Gajeel walked to the guildhall's stage with purpose, hefting his new guitar and plugging it into the amplifier. It seemed like everyone but Freed was unhappy with this turn of events, but neither man cared. This was for them, and they were going to enjoy themselves.

"I'm gonna dedicate this to my Prince, the hottest motherfucker in this guild," He looked towards Freed with an evil grin. "And this is a warnin' baby. You better be dancin' now, 'cause yer gonna be too fuckin sore to do it tomorrow."

Freed laughed, raised a glass to toast the sentiment, and sat back to watch his boyfriend perform.

——

Nine Months Later

Gajeel woke up with Freed wrapped up in his arms, and he still smiled at the sight of the sleeping man despite how much he'd seen it.

One year. He'd spent one year with Freed, and enjoyed every damn day of it.

Even if the start had been rocky, both with how they first felt anger towards each other as well as the difficulties Freed was facing with his leg, Gajeel wouldn't have changed a single day. Without their arguments on that first week, then Gajeel couldn't be sure that their passion would have turned into something more beautiful and more important than Gajeel would have ever predicted. And while he would give anything for Freed not to have had to face the demon and all the consequences of its possession, Gajeel was so proud of Freed for fighting through it all and was so glad he could be there to help him.

Now, Freed was a lot better. He was stronger on his feet and his cane was rarely needed, even if he always kept it with him. He could go on missions, both with Gajeel and with his team. While they weren't as action-filled as his previous missions, Freed was relearning his craft and creating a new fighting style that could accommodate his needs.

He was a fucking badass, and Gajeel loved him so much.

Life had changed for Gajeel too. Months prior, his contract in the shitty apartment had ended and Freed had invited him to move in with him. Now, every morning he got to wake up with Freed in their shared bed, in their shared home, in their shared lives.

Life was good.

With careful movements, he pressed his lips against Freed's to coax him awake. One thing that hadn't changed was Freed's adorable habit of sleeping in as late as he could, and normally Gajeel would be happy to accommodate. But today was their anniversary and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with his boyfriend. The afternoon and the evening were all planned by Freed, but Gajeel had a few ways of making the morning more fun.

"Wake up, baby," He murmured. "I got a surprise for ya."

Freed, as he always did when he was woken up before he wanted, blinked a few times and pushed his face into Gajeel's chest as if in protest to waking up. Gajeel chuckled, stroked his hand through Freed's hair, and gently pulled the man out from his chest. Freed was sleep worn and tired, but still smiled up at Gajeel.

"Morning," He greeted through a yawn.

"G' mornin'," Gajeel said with a grin. "Y' better not be tired all day. I've got plans for ya."

"Oh have you," Freed grinned lazily, hand resting on Gajeel. "Do tell."

"Not like that, y' horny fucker," Gajeel grinned. Of course, part of the day would be dedicated to screwing Freed senseless, but just not now. "Put on a robe or somethin', I'm gonna make ya breakfast."

Freed raised an eyebrow, but did as instructed and slowly removed himself from the bed. Once out from under the covers, Gajeel saw the man in his naked glory and smirked. Over the year, Freed had shown an interest in getting more piercings, and Gajeel had happily obliged. He had rings decorating his other ear, a stud on his nose, and a single barbell at the base of his cock. That was Gajeel's favourite. Day by day, he was turning his prince more punk.

In response, Gajeel had gotten himself some new tattoos in the shape of Freed's runes. They hadn't figured out how to implant actual runes, but the tattoos looked just the same. He now had the runic word for Dragon on his left arm, and he looked fucking kickass.

"When you said you were going to make breakfast, I hope you meant food," Freed teased gently. "Because at the moment, you look ready to eat me."

"Later, Prince," Gajeel promised, wrapping an arm around Freed.

They walked to the kitchen, and Freed sat at the table while Gajeel got to cooking. Freed mainly cooked for them both as he was better, but Gajeel was by no means bad when tasked with a meal. He also knew each and every one of Freed's guilty pleasure meals, and as such had decided to cook them both pancakes and bacon for their breakfast. They would need the energy for the rest of the day. No doubt Freed had something good planned, and then of course there was the double date dinner with Gray and Bickslow.

Apparently, according to Bickslow, they shared an anniversary, and as such had to celebrate together.

"Y' see that box on the table," Gajeel spoke over his shoulder. "Got you a present. Open it."

"I thought we agreed not to," Freed said, picking up the box.

"Yeah, I know. I had this already and thought it would be good for ya," Gajeel smiled to himself as he whisked the mixture. He heard paper ruffling behind him, and grinned when he heard Freed laugh. "Put it on. Every prince needs one, after all."

It was the wooden crown that he had carved when worrying about Freed in the forest. Once he had been sure Freed was okay, he had gone back to the forest and found where he'd left the carving. He had promised himself that, if he and Freed made it a year as a couple, he would give it to the man. By the amused expression on Freed's face, he had made the right choice.

Freed placed the crown on his head, rolling his eyes a little but smiling. Gajeel grinned and sauntered over to him. He pressed their lips together, grinning.

"Never thought I'd kiss a real prince," He teased. "Ain't I lucky."

"Not as lucky as me, I fear," Freed teased, running a hand up Gajeel's arms. When his fingers traced his runes, he stopped and smiled. "I never did tell you what this meant, did I? I suppose I was embarrassed. Would you like to know?"

"Yeah!" Gajeel exclaimed. He had always been curious.

"It means 'ownership'," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel's inner dragon leapt with joy. "It seems my magic has claimed you, Gajeel."

Gajeel grinned, wrapped Freed in his arms and kissed the hell out of him.

Yeah, life was pretty fucking good.

#Gajeed #Freedjeel #Freed x Gajeel #Freed Justine #Gajeel Redfox #fairy tail #fanfic #Writing #multi chapter #chapter ten #word count: 5.2k

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I posted 756 times in 2021

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#5

head canon and playlist dump

some of these are stolen from my wattpad and my old twitter. big tw for suicide, drugs, smoking, achol, and talk of bombs. feel free to use any of these for anything just please credit me!

IF YOU MAKE ART OR WRITE ANYTHING BASED OFF OF THESE TAG ME I WANNA SEE!!!

fuck cannon, the dsmp is now a bunch of shops on a boardwalk by the beach. all the kids work at the arcade, i'm also considering fundys as kid and he's just like 19 (tommy is still phil's kid he just wanted to work with tubbo). og sbi+mumza has a family owned coffee shop. the badlands is a traditional tea shop. the manhunt family + sap & george all work at puffys little dinner (minus drista duh). las nevadas are a fast food restaurant. store names -the red egg -miss puffys -space trip arcade -sleepyhead cafe -las nevadas burgers -the boardwalk is called dreamland boardwalk. but they all have magic in them because i'm extra. -everyone from the badlands can make the vines grow (they are red lol) -tubbos can talk to animals -tommy's got wings lol (he can hide them) -technos a god -phil is an immortal, he's got the wings. -mumza is the goddess of death. -wilbur can float. -ranboo can teleport(and he's got a funky enderman mouth lol.) -purpled is an alien. -sap is a fire born. -george is a elf. -puffy is a ram hybrid as well as the rest of her family (yes also foolish). -•- story outline based off of the song Where's my love? because i think it would be cute to use for dnf. george is the prince of a very powerful kingdom and runs away due to the stress and there is a competition held for the knights of the kingdom to find the prince and are promised his hand in marriage. dream is a townsperson who instead of entering the competition decided to go and find the prince himself, not look to bring him back or for love but just to be his friend. he finds him very quickly and the become good friends. george is making his way to a very old forgotten place in a wood very far from his kingdom (i'm assuming like 3-10 chapters if its on the shorter side) and dream tags along and they end up falling in love and living out there happy little cottage life. -•- Hiraeth. it's one am and i'm crying over a home i never had. -us against the world -since i saw Vienna -roadtrip -Edge of the world -Disappear -Creature -gone away -home • kroh -freak show • Ingrid Michaelson -alpha -aria math -•- I'm sorry my dear i am leaving a very random mix of indie and (my) fall vibe that makes me want to go run away and live in the woods near a pumpkin patch and a river. -exuant -met me in the woods -castle on the hill -a-punk -father -two time -dance, baby -i can talk -greek tragedy -Where's my love -retrograde -thus always to tyrants -An ode to l'manburg -money -haunt me x3 -lavender -campus -undercover Martyn -internet ruined me -sour patch kids -•- phil's wings are to big for a bed so he instead sleeps in a nest by the fire that they made out of blankets and pillows. -•- i would like to remind you all that c!tommy (so they mc skin) wears a sweater with a t-shirt over it and baggy cargo pants. change the color scheme to black and he's an e-boy, change it to light blue and he's a soft boy. -•- Benchtrio troublemakers au that I don't want to put on tumblr. (lol that was a lie. this also just me expanding on it's ya girl vitas! world) The shit they’ve been thru and there There addiction. Ignore this is I'm self projecting. Ranboo: very suicidal, is bullied a lot witch has caused depression and anxiety. Mans does HARD drugs. Like all the shit. Tubbo: drinks, like I'm talking schlatt type bs. Shitty parents, divorced and both are alcoholics. Tommy: smokes and vapes. Orphan, abandoned for money. Lives with Phil and techno. Tubbo stays with them most of the time as well. Ranboo wants to die. Tubbo wants to kill people. Tommy wants to blow stuff up. -•- purpled had licorice in his spaceship and brought it with him to the smp and now everyone know about it cause he just always had it on him and everyone wanted to try it. -•- Wilbur and dream playlist - dead hearts -since I saw Vienna -Dream sweet in sea major -honeybee - Greek tragedy -edge of the world -overgrown garden -the villain I  appear to be -chirp -land of petals -your new boyfriend -true affection -fairytale -noble heart -leave me alone -light on -oh death -come

true -season 2 episode 3 -come out and play -ocean eyes -from eden -the other side -Theseus -bitter water -•- Dream has know about Michael for a while because of enderboo so if he ever escaped by himself (I say this because I still love me Dream and Wilbur being friends since they were little you can pry that away from my cold dead hands) he would have gone to meet Michael before he left. -•- Sally was around for the beginnings of lmanburg and was like a mother figure to tommy and tubbo and she never died she just ended up having to leave because of how dangerous it was at the moment. Same thing with mumza, she came around once a month to see her kids (tommy, tubbo, will & techno) and she would bring potions, pastries, and flowers for all of lmanburg and just stopped coming because of how dangerous it was at the time. She comes around every once in awhile to see Phil & techno as well as ranboo,tubbo & Michael, tommy and fundy. (Fundy and Michael really like her hugs btw) -•- Hannah is very good with a sword and can beat techno. -•- Dream and puffys chats love each other lots (I mean this in the family type way) and when Dream follows puffy around both chats get very excited and since puffys chat are little sheep and dreams chat are the little blobs they sit on them and follow dream and puffy around and when puffy has to let go if dreams hand and gather things he sit down and the little sheep and blobs boys will come and huddle around him and make kind of barrier around him so he is entertained whilst puffy is doing something, also this has been happening for along time like since Dream was like able to walk he's been following puffy around like a duckling, but in this specific situation with the chats 'n stuff he is his age that he is right now so he is 21 and is just following puffy around with chat following him. And puffys chat treats dreams chat like there kids and it very cute to watch. -•- Chats! Wilbur - mice Tommy - moths Dream - little dream blobs Puffy - baby sheep Sapnap - little flames Ranboo - ender/soot sprites Tubbo - bees Philza - crows Techno - the voices Fundy - little clay boyos Foolish - mini totems Nikki - her diary Karl - eyes/little swirls Sam - small creepers Eret - fairies Hannah - roses Charli - slime balls -•- Spy/mafia au Ranboo- ender Wilbur- symphony Tubbo- bumblebee Tommy- mellhoi Techno- anarchy Phil- hardcore Dream- hunter George- 404 Sapnap- fireball Bbh- empire Skeppy-diamond (these have nothing to do with my current spy au i was just bored on a car drive) (< that was a lie) -•- George is a little fea Sam found in the woods and decided to raise. -•- The hunted phonograph - 1920s singer type bs, beeduo -•- ghostbur playlist (more to be added) -September • sparky death cap -The other side of paradise • -This side of Paradise • -Escapism • - House of memories • - Since i saw vienna • -•- Puffy gave all of her kids nicknames Dreams is "my little duckling" Foolish is "golden boy" dristas is "sugar plum" XD's "my little god" and Michelle's is "my little Warrior"

- when ranboo finally learned about pronouns she wanted to use she/her because when she found out that people who look like usually niki use them she thought it would be fun. "but niki's pretty and tubbo says im pretty so i want to use the ones for pretty!" -my guess of what ranboo said.

GOD DAMN that was a lot. but thats all of the stuff i wanna put on here. i might do this with un finished fanfics or oneshots. if you could not tell i run on playlists and head canons.

31 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 12:02:48 GMT

#4

Ryan and Shane may not be gay but ricky and thinsworth are.

33 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 20:44:59 GMT

#3

I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT WILBUR TECHNICALLY GREW UP IN ANTARCTICA EMPIRE.

witch mean that wilbur is a royal heir or i guess a prince.

ARE YOU HEARING ME WILBUR IS A FUCKING PRINCE! THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER REALIZED.

34 notes • Posted 2021-07-20 05:03:30 GMT

#2

Tubbo was really pushing it today like god damn, the second hand embarrassment-

35 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 02:31:53 GMT

#1

Dono: were is your bedroom going to be in the manor?

Tubbo: Ranboos! *looks ded in the camera smiling*

me watching this unfold: what the fuck?

46 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 20:09:36 GMT

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[lihikainanea]

I'm really missing state/county fairs this summer - I'm assuming you have something similar in Canada..? So I'm imagining Bill taking tiger to a local fair, but being absolutely horrified at how death trap-y the rides are (of course she'd still ride them all while Bill bites his nails on the ground). She'd challenge him to a strength contest, get their fortunes told by one of those creepy animatronic ladies, eat waaay too much cotton candy, and cry at all the baby animals...

oh my god, I have such a deep, deep love for really tacky, corny small town fairs. I purposely seek them out every summer, I drive hours away to the small countryside and I am just so happy. It’s everything, you know? The deep fried Oreos. The cotton candy. The games, the whack-a-mole, the darts, the water gun game.The arm wrestle machine. The corn dogs, popcorn in paper containers. It’s dudes on stilts, (one cute kid pointed to Bill and said “Mama how come his stilts aren’t as big as the others?” and tiger fucking died of laughter). It’s the baby goats. The llamas.

One llama spit in tiger’s hair and Bill had to help her clean it out as she shrieked, then had to stop her from fighting the llama. (”Tiger it’s just an alpaca!” “ALPACA PUNCH TO ITS FUCKING FACE”)

And what gets me is once again, tiger is just kind of dumbstruck by her big dude you know? Because here they are in the weirdest, grungy surroundings--bales of hay everywhere, scarecrows, weird carnival people, the house of mirrors, clowns (shudder), and tiger is once again struck by just how beautiful Bill is in situations like this. In surroundings like this. And she wants to be angry at him, but he’s got that little lopsided smile on his face and his eyes are so kind as he looks at her and asks if she’d like another corndog, after she inhaled both of hers in a total of 3 bites.

She gets her face painted. She’s the only adult in line, but she doesn’t care. A big, beautiful butterfly--butterflies were granny’s favourite--across half of her face, sparkles and all. Bill snaps a cute picture of her beaming at the camera. They sneak into a photobooth, her on his lap and god he barely fits in there. His knees are probably so scrunched up, that they’re in the photo. One is a goofy shot. One is a sweet shot of both of them smiling big at the camera. One is a shot of when she grabbed his cheeks, squishing them together as he reaches around and pulls her eyebrows up. And the last one--because you know I’m a sap--the last one he just pulls her in for a sweet kiss, and like idiots, they lose themselves in it. It’s only when a couple on the outside--ones who have been waiting for a full five minutes since the last flash went off--knock hesitantly on the booth and pull the curtain back just a tad, that they jump apart. Tiger turns red, blushes, scrambles off of him.

When the photos drop Bill snatches them, holds them high above his head so he can get the first look while tiger jumps and practically climbs him. He smiles when he sees the last one, ripping it off and tucking it into his jacket pocket before handing her the rest.

“Hey!” she says, “I want to see that one!”

“What one?” he plays dumb.

“The one you just ripped off,” she cries, “Give it!”

She goes to smack him but he just pushes her away lightly.

“No idea what you’re talking about kid,” he smirks.

The ride the Scrambler. They ride the tilt a whirl. The tea cups (The smartass carnival dude made a comment about how they don’t have a maximum height limit but that he also didn’t have the Jaws of Life if Bill got stuck. Bill has to stop tiger from fighting that guy, too.)

They get cotton candy and caramel corn for the ride home, but it’s a lot cause. Tiger does up her seatbelt and as soon as Bill reaches over for some popcorn, she grabs his hand and shoves his thumb in her mouth, promptly falling asleep for the entire drive.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill

[bunnywrites]

AHHH OMG WHAT A CUTE ASK MEME I'M ALREADY SCREAMING💍 - adrian x dove 💍 sophie x milo 💍 liam x grace 💍 madison x wyatt

don't feel like you have to answer everything for all of them but ah!!! ILY

ILYSM ur the real mvp for always sending these <3

💍 adrian x dove

where they get married: 

they’re totally having a beach wedding, for sure!!

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ):

Ok, hear me out. A summer wedding on the beach at sunset. Maybe in June/July 

what their wedding cake looks like:

they def wouldn’t have like a hug wedding cake, i feel like they would keep it pretty simply tbh!! maybe they even decorate it themselves (with the help of baby annie too!!)

….who smashes cake into whose face:

adrian totally would and dove would smash her piece of cake into his smug face right after and they would probably let annie smash cake in both of their faces too

who proposed to who first:

i think adrian !!!

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar

baby annie walks down as a flower girl and then waits next to her dad who’s at the altar and then comes dove look like a rl angel 

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

since it’s a beach wedding, i imagine them in v casual clothing?? like nothing super fancy at all.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

i’m crying just thinking about them sharing their vows wow. i imagine since dove kinda write out her feelings in her journals that she maybe wrote a poem about him in there somewhere and she would share with him during their ceremony. and then probably just go into more depth over how much she adores him and AAAH my heart 

who cries first during the ceremony

oof, this one is a hard one!! but i think maybe adrian?? when he sees dove walking down the aisle?? and then she sees him crying and it causes her to start tearing up lmao 

where they go for their honeymoon

IF i remember correctly i think adrian asked her where she wanted to go once and she said italy and so i feel like he would totally make that happen for their honeymoon !!

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

since her mom will have passed away already dove would probably be given away by her aunt !

💍 sophie x milo

where they get married:

i totally see these two lovebird randomly deciding to get married right in the moment. they would totally be the kind to go to vegas and get married!

what their wedding cake looks like:

honestly since it’s all last minute they would probably have ice cream cake that they bought from a local grocery store or something LOL 

….who smashes cake into whose face:

since it’s ice cream cake i don’t think they would smash it into each other’s face, but they would probably slide it down each other’s backs or something lmao 

who proposed to who first:

oof man ok i think tbh at one point milo will be the one to say “fuck our family who cares what they think lets get married rn” cause he would probably be so sick of trying to continuously prove to them that he’s right for their daughter when he knows he is!! 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar:

milo totally waits at the alter with his new best bro liam by his side and grace walks down the aisle too before getting on the bride’s side of the alter and then GORGEOUS BABY SOPHIE COMES DOWN 

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like:

so painfully casual it hurts. honestly i could see milo getting married in an mf tuxedo shirt LOLOL 

what their vows are:

super improvised for sure but completely from the heart!! 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other:

their new besties!! grace is soph’s maid of honor probs and liam would totally be milo’s best man 

who gives speeches at the reception:

i feel like liam would def give a speech if he was drunk enough lmao and it would be very sweet and funny tbh. milo would def give a speech about how much he loves soph and he would probably try to make it super funny but then he becomes a total sap at the end!

what their wedding photos are like:

the silliest ever! a bunch of selfies on their phones and polaroids. i imagine grace filming all of it too on a camera and editing the footage to make milo and soph their very own wedding video! 

what sort of food they have at the reception:

they would literally all just go out for burgers probably lmao

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. ):

they would probably go out to some club to celebrate afterwards! milo is def dancing all kinds of weird from how wasted he is, but he’s having the time of his life. sophie is living for it, of course, and is even getting pretty rowdy herself, which we love to see. i feel like liam would be the one to keep buying drinks and making everybody take shots with him, especially milo lmao. grace would probably be sitting at the bar with her drink and smoking a joint before liam pulls her to the dance floor and forces her to dance with him

what their rings are like:

they would probably get the cheapest rings they could for the moment, but milo would def surprise with a diamond ring after he saves up enough money. 

where they go for their honeymoon:

i feel like since they got married in vegas they would just honeymoon there too!! 

who officiates the ceremony:

an elvis impersonator DUH 

💍 liam x grace

where they get married:

ok so!! i totally see liam wanting to make this one of the most special days ever for grace cause that’s just the kinda guy he is. and so maybe one of her favorite movie theaters is going out of business or something. so, before they demolish it, he rents the entire thing out and decorates it with twinkle lights and makes it all beautiful to have their ceremony there. 

when they get married:

CHRISTMAS TIME since their first interaction was at a christmas party

what their wedding cake looks like:

i see them having just a bunch of cupcakes made to look like a cake as a wedding cake, that way anyone can just grab one as a snack before they go watch their movie 

….who smashes cake into whose face:

grace would totally smash her cupcake in liam’s face and laugh so hard while doing it and i totally see liam just stuff his in her mouth to shut her up lmfaoo 

who proposed to who first: 

oh god i totally see liam proposing one day!! and just v casually too!! no big gesture or anything just like “i think i wanna marry you” lmao idk he seems like the type

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar:

liam totally waits for her and grace walks down to her favorite romantic film score 

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like:

i think they def would dress up! but still nothing majorly fancy!! i can see liam in a casual suit and tie while grace wears a really simple white dress and maybe a flower crown to accessorize!

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have:

i feel like they would have a black and white color scheme tbh!! 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ):

grace would probably have a movie already set up that she would play on the big screen and it would be all about their relationship and new life that they started together and basically it’s just a collection of moments that made her fall in love with him !!

what sort of food they have at the reception:

all the movie snacks you can choose from, plus some take out that they would probably order in lmaooo 

who officiates the ceremony:

i feel like milo would totally offer to officiate their wedding and be so excited over it too lmao 

what song their first dance is to:

def the first song that liam ever wrote about grace !! maybe he starts off by performing it and then someone takes over so they can dance together i crY

💍 madison x wyatt

where they get married:

i def see their wedding to be more classic/traditional. i dont think they would get married in a church, but they would probably go to a beautiful garden or something. after everything wyatt put this girl thru he is going to make sure she has the wedding of her dreams lmao 

when they get married:

probably during the spring!! it’s a metaphor!! it’s a fresh start !! a new beginning!! 

what their wedding cake looks like:

probs v big and fancy with a cute little wedding topper on the top ofc 

who proposed to who first:

dude i feel like maddie would be too scared to even consider proposing LOLOL after all the pain he caused her!!! so i def think wyatt would be the one 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar:

wyatt waits at the alter with madison’s brother by his side and maddie walks down the aisle arm-in-arm with her father and it is the most beautiful thing EVER

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like:

we FANCY!!!!! this is probably the best wyatt is ever going to dress tbh 

what flowers are in the bouquet:

probably some white roses to match her pretty white dress 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ):

i think v traditional. wyatt would def have to write them down because he would not be able to formulate words since he will be dumbfounded by madison’s beauty!! 

if anyone’s late to the wedding:

maybe wyatt’s running late because of SOMETHING (we can plan later heheheh) and that causes madison to start freaking out and thinking that he’s leaving her at the alter but in reality he’s doing all he can to get there on time! 

who gives speeches at the reception:

maddie’s brother most def! and maybe her dad!! his will probably be nice, short and wholesome tho 

what their wedding photos are like:

i feel like they would have a mix of everything! they’d have an actual photographer taking pictures and then a photobooth set up to take random/silly pictures with props and ofc they will probably be taking all kinds of pictures on their phones 

who cries first during the ceremony:

tbh wyatt would have to look away from madison at first when she’s walking down the aisle cause he starts getting teary-eyed 

where they go for their honeymoon:

wyatt would probably take her to the place she find most romantic, a part of me wants to say paris but i also dont know if thats just because of emily in paris lmaooo 

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle:

madison’s dad gives her away and he probably looks so happy and full of nothing but love for his daughter !

#dove x adrian #milo x sophie #grace x liam #wyatt x madison

[literatelogan]

IM SO LATE!!! I'm sorry, it's been unusually hectic these days but I FINALLY READ THE DATE!!!!! OH MY GOD???? LOGAN???? HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!! Its ridiculously adorable and sweet you made me cry🥺🥺🥺 happy tears tho💕 god dammit aizawa becoming a sappy lover boy just lift my romantic expectations so HIGH rn I'm so sorry to my bf who's gotta raise up now 🤧🤧 jesus....I couldn't stop blushing and smiling when I read I am even more excited for when they finally meet in person🥺💕❤

i was waiting for you and you never tuned in and i don’t know who you are so i can’t add you to the tag list and i was real scurred that you hated it. I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT. he’s such a fucking sap. so sweet he causes cavities. i’ve also raised my own standards in men so you aren’t the only one suffering.

#ask logan #insf talks