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r0seb1ush · 2 years

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⋙ did you see sloane maligon at that rager last night? i think they major in english (creative writing) as a junior. from what i hear they’re dynamic, loyal, but they can be pretty temperamental too, depending on who you ask. there was a rumor going around last semester that she used to have a sister who went missing when she was younger, but it seems way too wild to be true- maybe i’ll get to know UCSB’s resident rose blush better & find out.

bio, connections, & wanted connections are under the cut.

it goes like this: you're born to money and luck, that's what everyone coos at you when they see you. a pretty little thing, born to money, and bound to be a pretty girl. and the cooing doesn't stop; you're grown up to be an even prettier adult, with everyone following your every footstep. and no matter how much you look like your mother, it's your father who you take over. you take after his every move, truly a daddy's girl as you go on through your years.

you grow up in evanston, illinois. the people love you, you love the people. a fairly popular girl, you and your sister more or less was everyone's object of affections. everyone either wanted to be you, or wanted to date you. even those who hated you couldn't deny your beauty nor talents. you're the picture perfect child, down to your smarts and social skills.

you don't get a tragic backstory. you're born lucky, born rich, born smart, and born to be perfection. you look good in clothes bought with your mother's old money, and you look good on the plane tickets bought with your father's new money. you may have gotten to this place in your life, but you know how to stay in this part of your life.

your sister gets a tragic backstory; one that succumbs to popularity, the pressures of society, and eventually being in the wrong place - at the wrong place. when your sister dies, do you no longer have a sister? you wonder what would’ve happened if you died, instead. you turn to what your therapist suggests: writing.

at first, it’s just a way to get things off your chest. but you find yourself falling in love with different stories and universes and maybe, just maybe, something can go right and have happy endings - and everyone loves a good retelling, right?

funfacts, details, etc.

speaks tagalog, cebuano, and english

was a cheerleader in high school, is now a cheerleading coach on the side for the local hs

big nerd but has this very cool and chill exterior upon first meeting her; it’s hard to break down her walls, yet she’s never mean - just noticing things.

she BABBLES when nervous , will literally word vomit on you .

gets sad and homesick and depressive episodes , sometimes at the same time , sometimes for weeks on end .

doesn’t know how to take a break lmfao

stress bakes

it takes her like a week to get used to you but once she does she makes goofy faces at u across the room

would literally drop everything if she sees blood or some kind of wound bc she wants to help heal u !

puts other ppl’s feelings and self care before her own

kinda rlly clumsy

sometimes will forget to eat

hipster kinda soft if u didnt get that

loves disney and knows all the songs

will fall in love with you if ur nice to her

she honestly just rlly wants to be friends w/ u ngl

TAKEN CONNECTIONS

tiffany ( @tiffanyfms ) - were roommates tiffany’s freshman year of college ! fast friends since then.

makaela ( @kaelafm ) - friends, but they keep each other on their toes! a little “friendly competition”, if you will.

ophelia ( @ophelala ) - recruited sloane for the design team of her lingerie brand, as sloane can do some sewing and what not.

tyson ( @gam3rboo ) - friends, spend a lot of time watching tv (like gilmore girls!) and rotting their brains 🫡

rei ( @reishq ) - friends; sloane sorta took rei under her wing, & is someone who helped him embrace himself, especially with queerness.

burke ( @burkeshq ) - fwb, to be expanded.

wesley ( @flcrtal ) - situationship baby! the two of them were into each other in the past, but wes wasn’t ready for a relationship and sloane is generally a relationship-only type girl. long story short; they fucked around, sloane figured if she waited long enough it would become a relationship, but that DIDN’T happen - so she figured the only way to get over him was write a lot and also completely cut him off from contact. things r #weird.

beau ( @beaunjour ) - childhood best friends: their families are both kinda rich and they grew up in the same area, so they were always in each other’s lives. run a tiktok account together. zero boundaries. sometimes ppl ask if they’re dating. their response is no response. the summer b4 college they went to europe, got drunk, had fun, messed around, had a fling bc they were both young, hot, and in europe 😉 and things went back to normal once college started, but. SHE HAS NOT TOLD BEAU ABOUT WES. 🙃 sloane is digging her own grave here rlly.

daniel ( @danielweathers ) - shared the same intro class their freshman year of college, and have good friends ever since! rlly good about getting together, etc, etc.

lexi ( @lexiweston ) - prev known as the painkiller. this person knows her inside out and she can’t see a day without them. they’re essentially her painkiller. she tells them everything and them back to her. they can tell if she's feeling down just by the way you send your snapchat streaks that morning. she can’t see a day without them.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a crush - sweet but simple, she lays eyes on them and honestly the moment she does she's FULL owo and is like i need this person in my life immediately, bonus points if we date ahaha!

booboo the fool - your muse is a huge fool for sloane. they’re head over heels for her but she's just playing around with the other’s feelings because hey ! she has her own shit going on (see: wes & beau & burke) ! all of your muse's friends tell them to ‘ just leave it you’re gonna get hurt ’, but your muse just continue to be boo boo the fool.

best friend - where sloane is calm and collected 90 perfect of the time, she does need someone to be irrational when sloane gets too much into her own thoughts and feelings. they're kinda like yin & yang, but the shit works man. sloane would absolutely risk it all for ur muse.

good influence - let her be a good influence on someone <3

bad influence - corrupt sloane even more so tho <3

homewrecker - this one is pretty messy. one of them is in a relationship, but there’s a huge flirtationship between the muses. the flirtationship essentially becomes to both of these people attached to each other and maybe... even in love. but there’s still that relationship that’s in the way...

confidant - someone that sees through her cold exterior, literally wants her to take care of herself so bad that they’ll do it for her.

roommates - self explanatory, but i would love some for her freshman year of college and her current!

nosy neighbor - okay, doesn’t have to be a neighbor, but i’m down for someone who’s trying to desperately find out what her book is about!! like they will stop at nothing to figure it out, and also wonders sm about her sister; basically they see sloane as like a rubix cube to figure out.

rival - self explanatory, we can plot things out!!

unlikely friend - let her sneak her way into ur grumpy-ish muse’s heart <3

#sibling death tw #about.#intro.

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i-love-you-all · 2 years

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I saw an ask meme and just wanted to write Breach/Sova stuff w/o using my brain too hard lol

1. Which one is the better cook

Breach. I’ve always imagined that as part of a crime family that he always had top of the line stuff, and fine dining/expensive foods were included. So I think he’s tried a lot of foods, and likes to cook and make things that he likes to eat. Plus you can only alone for so long before wishing you were better at cooking (and his agent takeover was him w food that looked like he was making).

And Sova, I see as not picky at all about food. As long as it’s cooked and won’t make him throw up I don’t think he’ll really care, so most of his food is pretty bad outside one or two dishes that his grandmother forced him to learn well. It’d be cute to write a one shot of Breach teaching Sova to cook one day.

2. What their love letters look like

Hah, non existent from Breach. Generally one to prefer saying them as opposed to writing them. He likes seeing Sova’s reaction and generally that means saying it to catch it live.

Sova might use some of his downtime on missions on love letters. Sitting by the window waiting on the sun to set so he can get to work, and he’s just dreaming of all the things he wants to say to Breach but can’t. I don’t think he shows them to Breach very often, maybe sometimes if he thinks it’ll get Breach to blush or get flustered. He might watch him with a smug smile while sliding the piece of paper onto his workbench to be read after he was done his work.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

Breach outlives Sova. If it happened during the Protocol’s lifespan, revenge would be high on that list. After that, when the emptiness sets in, he might finally start the mourning process. He would cope by changing himself though. Maybe taking up chess to feel close to Sova or maybe trying his best to fulfil Sova’s role in the protocol.

4.What they do on date night

Sex. Next- jkjk lmao

I think it depends on location/timing. While in the protocol together a hike around the island and a late night dinner together in one of their rooms is the most common way for them to spend time together.

5. How many kids they’ll have

I think it’ll take them a long time. Sova would want kids first, and Breach comes around on the idea after he does some soul searching. He needs to learn that he can be a good father and he can learn a role he was rarely shown. After that, I think just one. Through adoption as we’ll likely as I don’t think either of them would want the surrogacy option.

6. How they decorated their bedroom

With compromise lol. Sova cared more abt the wallpaper and paint and wall decorations whereas Breach focused on the furniture. Neither are overly picky but they have their things that bring comfort.

7 Which one is the worse driver

Sova. Have you seen Russian roads? (Then again I only see the viral stuff.) Still, Breach was shown to live in a garage w a car (?).

8. What they argue about

Their jobs. Sova gets annoyed by how lightly Breach takes things and how he talks back to Brimstone. Breach hates that Sova would give up his life for the job and his obedience towards Brimstone.

9. Which one swears more

They do equally. Breach is probably the one who swears in everyday speech and Sova swears only when something happens.

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

Sova likes to watch nature documentaries, and Breach will watch along to spend time together. I could see both of them watching sports together too. Maybe football (soccer) or hockey. I do think Breach likes wrestling shows and MMA fights that Sova has no interest in.

11. What their first impression was of each other

They did not like each other. Sova thought Breach was a thug, here for money and not for the better of the world. Breach though Sova was just another sheep blindly following whoever was leading.

12. What they do for their anniversary

Quiet time together away from ppl. Strangers stare at Sova’s artificial eye and Breach’s arms. They aren’t allowed to be together at work. So a place, like a rented cabin in the woods would be ideal.

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

Breach bc I think he has more money in general and has more to spend on events like that. Plus I think Breach didn’t get enough love on his bdays as a child so he thinks of them as more important. Sova would normally not make a big deal for himself but really tried for Breach, and while the level isn’t the same, Breach appreciates the effort.

14. What nicknames they call each other

Breach has more for Sova. Alex, Sasha, Sash, pretty boy, min älsking, golden boy, my love, the hunter, the scary Russian machine, one for each occasion.

Sova I don’t think is much for nick names. Breach, Erik, dear, occasionally radnoj if it’s serious or Kotik and malysh if he’s teasing Breach.

15. What they would change about each other

Breach would want Siva to be a bit more selfish. To prioritize his life when things were beyond hopeless.

Sova would want Breach to be less stubborn, and easily annoyed. Patience can be key in the field, and just because he hates waiting doesn’t mean they can just go.

#valorant #sova #breach #valorant breach #valorant sova #just thoughts #tremorbolt

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magnoliamyrrh · 1 year

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Hey, sorry, just adding on to the pile of stories from the Balkans. I also grew up with family groping me and being uncomfortable with it, but never being allowed to say anything against it. My mother and father often made sexual comments about me, or when I went through puberty they would occasionally grab at my breasts and butt and comment on them. It's mostly stopped now, thankfully. It always felt so invasive and in general I hated how much focus there was on if I was growing up beautiful or not. My grandparents often did so as well. Whenever I would try to make any of them stop, show discomfort, or have a negative reaction I would get treated as if there was something wrong with me and I was being rude. Looking back I can't believe just how much we have made this sort of behavior normal. Ugh. Family members should not be calling children sexy under any circumstances. There is no possible reason for there to be discussion around a kids genitals. This should not be normal and so many of us shouldn't have stories like this. I'm glad to hear other's speak of it but it has made me so disgusted. We really are taught to ignore any bounderies

heyo anon <3 no need to apologize. yea its.. jfc. this whole thing has left me disgusted too. and frankly, baffled. i just feel so baffled. i keep trying to wrap my head around all of it, try to make some damn sense of how and why, and yet all it leads me too is just.... bafflement and being grossed out. when i asked on here if anyone knew what i was talking about i was not expecting this many ppl to get it. i wasnt sure if anyone would get it

im sorry u went through this, it really is a fucked up way to grow up. and the gaslighting that goes on - bc i rly do think thats what it is - tends to rly mess with your head. its immensely messed up that somehow in all this its children who keep being blamed and made to feel bad for.. v much having normal reactions to things. its a very jarring feeling to know something is just.. wrong. and not be allowed to feel that way. im sorry again that you were put through this, tho i am glad its no longer going on; i hope eventually you'll be able to heal from it all <3

and youre right. were very much taught to not have any sort of bounderies with our bodies. weather its this shit or the beatings or generally being treated as if were property, were really raised to not have much of a say.... it sets a very bad precedent and teaches a very bad and dangerous lesson

i was thinking abt this last night actually. when i was around seven or eight i would spend a lot of time with my cousin at my uncles house. he was some years older than me, by five i think. we used to get along well because i was a tomboy and he didn't make fun of me for it, he liked it. but i remember this one time he started showing me sexual games on the computer they had, some game in which you would give virtual money to a woman to see more of her naked, and it just made me feel so gross. i never looked at him the same, i felt he thought women were just pieces of meat. other times i remember laying in bed with him and he would want me to show him what's under my clothes, though he never took it further than that i don't think. he would occasionally grope at me but basically everyone did that anyway. i remember being upset with him, and him taking me to the candy shop down the street to make up for it

i always wondered if he had been abused first because i found out later his dad had molested another family member of mine. but looking back maybe it was the things he saw on the internet or from other boys. anyway, i tried to tell my mother and grandmother about it but they never took it seriously. never even scolded him. "boys will be boys" mentality and i was told i was being dramatic and shouldn't take it to heart because it's normal for boys to do things like that sometimes. it was normal to be felt up by family in general i guess bc. idk this culture is a fucking nightmare sometimes. now when i see him we just pretend it never happened i guess. it really is fucked up how much this sort of behavior is normalized, excused, and frankly defended at the expense of the saftey and comfort of kids... like what lesson does this teach other than, its ok to let people do whatever they may please with you, regardless of how much you dont like it? it must be some form of grooming i swear to god

#also yea family calling you sexy when youre not even like. 10 yet makes you want to blow your brains out #like J F C

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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Hmmm found family pirates ideas floatin around among the fluff between my ears

Love the idea of basically my two dads whenever they make port. Stede reminding them he gave them extra spending money, so have fun and be safe! And Ed is the one that's like hey maybe don't announce that we all have a bunch of valuables and money on us and hey crew pls do be careful and do you remember what to do if u need us and can't find us, let's go over it quickly (because like. Ed falls so easily into party mode when he's aware he can let loose (or fkn Calico Jack comes around) with minimal damage even if 'minimal' is maybe not that minimal at all sometimes so I think once he's actually at the point again of feeling like he can just Be Ed around the crew he becomes the Mom Friend of the group lmaooo.)

And there's almost always shenanigans. Like this would also be ideal time for date night for them but u know there's gonna be interruptions (to them and also probably to any other crew members that are together trying to use that time as date night. No one gets any peace 😅)

There's so much u could stuff into any episode ideas for this too. Like, just one: Mr. Buttons has gone around this port amassing a massive flock of seagulls that are obedient to his homemade leashes that are long enough the birds could damn near fly a half mile away and still be attached to him technically. He is refusing to believe the rest of the crew when they say Stede and Ed won't let him keep them all. Stede and Ed are pulled from a lovely little dinner in a disgusting tavern that a man was just stabbed in (but neither of them did the stabbing, so not their problem lol) and dragged by probably Oluwande and Jim (who were also on a nice picnic date in a clearing until they heard shouting and saw a flock of seagulls and just. Sigh deep in their souls because Some Shit is afoot.)

Also very important tho silly: a flock of seagulls song must be used in this ep.

Anyway, this leads to Stede mumbling thru a refusal to take on an entire flock (but he isn't strong enough to say no completely, so Mr. Buttons does keep abt five of them as new friends) which leads to hey wait a goddamn minute why does Mr. Buttons get a pet and we all don't?! Which is valid so Stede can't be upset with them but he also I think realizes how far he put his foot in his mouth with this situation now and has to deal with it but would really rather the whole thing just go away lmao

Especially as Ed is zero help. Teasing that he basically did make it sound like they could all have a little buddy. Maybe not a seagull but some other sea bird, who knows. Maybe a pelican.

This leads to other suggestions and discussion that they finally decide Mr. Buttons can have his birds, but the rest will choose one crew pet to all look after. The initial suggestions:

-a whale, and we could teach it to scout ahead and tell us where valuable ships are! This is shot down by Stede who reminds them that whales are used to ppl in ships harpooning them, so they probably wouldn't be keen on humans on a ship. Also, whales don't speak English nor do they as a crew speak Whale

-a dog. Stede likes this one, as does Ed, however the key issue is no one has seen a dog at any port in awhile that didn't already have an owner so...fuck.

-A giant squid. Shot down by Ed, who made the valid points that much like whales, squids don't have much reason to like humans, and also how would they 'keep' a squid? Like physically or emotionally? Doesn't feel possible to Ed.

And so on and so forth until it's mostly playful bickering until

And this is the bit where it's key to remember the show is historically accurate when it wants to be and other times not akbdkfngn

Izzy rolls up holding a goldfish in a bowl. He won it, he explains, but he needs to get it in a much bigger home on the ship cuz that little bowl isn't nearly enough room.

There are so many questions, but only Stede and Ed are bold enough to ask any of them. Unfortunately, they are not the most important questions. Instead it's: what did you name him? And where are they giving away free fish and why?

Which is a long road to them eventually making a not historically accurate but who cares tank for the goldfish, and while he lives in Izzy's quarters they all end up helping to feed and visit the fish

But they're really in deep when they finish up the emergency fish pod device they cook up, in case they ever have to abandon ship in a hurry

After all, Izzy Jr is a crew member now! They aren't going to leave any person (or fish) behind!

The metrics of actually shooting this and making it work re: set design would be a nightmare I think but also. Izzy practicing getting Izzy Jr into the emergency bowl pod thing because he doesn't want to be caught off guard if the worst should happen 🥺

#text post #ofmd #Bonus points if Izzy grumbles at the fish name but doesnt actually like protest at all. he secretly is chuffed and loves Izzy jr #tho i imagine even he asks himself why tf he cares but he cant explain it really.#this is just his little friend he shares with the crew. Eddie pretends to give Izzy Jr orders sometimes cuz it makes Izzy laugh #Stede reads Izzy Jr Moby Dick as motivation to grow big and strong #im gonna cry now they need a pet

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frnkieroandthecongratulations · 5 days

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raon needs to be open for just a sec.

hello, open air! how are u doing?

i am in a bit of a pickle here in and i am hoping that venting to tumblr will make me feel better. so i have been seeing this guy, and just for my own record and anyone who might be listening let me explain how we got here.

i wanna spare u the personals so let's make this quick. i'm 20, as of writing this, and my ex (who i just broke up with a week ago) is 33. before u say "raon wtf that is not healthy" i know. that relationship was a form of self harm bc i am addicted to my own chaos. most ppl need some form of chaos, they find it in trashy guilty pleasure reality shows, or maybe they have a friend who is annoying sometimes and they indulge in that. i need personal chaos. i like when my life is off of the rails, however, it is detrimental to my mental health. and before u say "raon u said ur gonna be quick", i did! but,,, this ties into something later.

anyways, the day after we broke up i met this guy. lets call him sam. he comes up to me on the bus and hits on me. he was smooth and it was nice. i give him my insta and my number. we start talking and he's great! like everything i've wanted in past relationships. he's affectionate, an amazing communicator, and very relatable. and literally my type.

he is all i'm looking for. and it feels weird. maybe i am seeing him for him and actually learning him instead of lusting, which would be so fucking pathetic LMAO. or even though he's a great guy he's not a great guy for me. or or or back to my earlier point!!! he's perfect for me and i am addicted to toxic, chaotic relationships bc i cannot enjoy myself in a little bit of peace. i want something to go wrong esp when it comes to another person. that's all ive known and seen. my mom has had hard relationships and i've been in some bad ones myself. but now that someone treats me like a human, i'm baffled. and the 33 year old, he was terrible. lived in a shitty motel and smoked a pack a day. told me how to spend my money when he smoked away his. i was blessed enough to afford a trip to texas and he told me i was young and stupid. you see how it's proof of how much i'm addicted to romantic chaos even though it kills me. that's what i mean, i think for once i am the god damn problem.

(one last spur of the moment typing from roan getting upset and remembering things: "we shared locations and i realized he has a bunch of ppl in his find my (iphone's location app). i literally want to throw up. is he just talking to a bunch of girls and i am just another girl in the roster running the race for his heart. bc what in the brent fucking faiyaz???")

that's all roan has for yall tonight! i hope ur day or night is gorg! and u are loved by me and your own (most high).

-roan <3

#raon speaks

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spectrelove · 3 months

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Feb 4 2024

We are talking more seriously about moving in together (!)

Last night I got home from work and showered and put on my cute black Berlin dress with the bubble sleeves and brushed out my hair and drove down the street to give a*** some valerian to try n help with his sleep. I confirmed this time if it was ok to spend the night cuz I knew I'd be tempted, and the night before I went over to hang out but immediately crashed and felt bad abt it..

But he was down and when we got to his room he just... he seemed sad. I'm getting more n more worried about him, I know he's depressed, and I absolutely know what it's like to be depressed, but I've never loved someone/been in a relationship with someone who was struggling with it before, and I feel like I'm watching him drown and there's nothing I can do to stop it :((

I luckily had too much coffee and had a good amount of energy, and my goal after realizing where he was with his mood was now to cheer him up. We talked abt it just a little bit and I massaged his head like he likes while he leaned against me. He said he doesn't wanna live w m*** anymore.

Fucking m*** dude. I know there's something a*** isn't telling me about their living situation, but I know overall it just sucks. I'm sure that watching your best friend evolve into a complete egotistical user pretentious abusive asshole is depressing as fuck, not to mention when this guy starts treating you like shit too, and now because of him and his control of everyone's finances you're just trapped. It's an awful situation. A*** seems to get trapped in awful situations with abusive people all the time. It breaks my heart and makes me feel violent and protective. And... not to mention when I saw m*** and his new gf being domestic n weird in the kitchen downstairs it just gave me such a bad feeling in my stomach and I had to get outta there and upstairs asap. We both just watch m*** fly back n forth n back n forth with the band's money that he said didn't exist. I wanna warn her so bad abt the guy but also I'm staying the fuck out of it.

But my offer was not just out of a desperate attempt to find a solution to get him out of that hell house; I've been daydreaming about us living together. I think it would be really sweet. A few months ago he said he thought about us living together in the future. Lately we've been seeing each other almost every night despite my fucked up schedule. I visualize him in my apartment that I love so so much and feel happy about it. It sounds safe. I think we'd be compatible in our home habits and preferences. I want to come home to him!! I feel like even the roughest days would be so much easier if I knew I was coming home to him every night. I wanna warm up his towel in the dryer while he takes a shower. I want him to pull me in in the middle of the night like he always does. I want us to take care of each other. I want this *** house that he lives in currently to be the last time he lives in a miserable situation with ppl that take advantage of his kindness and disrespect him. Cuz there is story after story of that in his past and I've had it. And lately we really bond over nurturing each other and I think that's the ticket to our relationship. It seems obvious but it's been a strange journey for us, navigating each other's p extreme traumas.

So I went out on a limb and asked him how much his rent was at the *** house, and then countered with what it would be if we split it at mine, and then asked the question in earnest. He said maybe, in a genuine way, a said he would like that and it could be good. He just has to think about it. We talked out the details a little more, but I also offered to help him look for his own place. I just want him out of that house because I think it's totally sucking the life out of him.

Shifting gears to just relaxing n hanging out we settled on starting breaking bad cuz he wanted to rewatch it and I've never seen it. He was sore from working out so I offered to rub his legs and he always says yes with a cheeky smile. And I love doting on him like that. During that too he noticed I had to kinda hit my own shoulder and he reached up to work it out for me.

We've... been kind of having sex. Or like I mean we have but it hasn't quite been feeling like it usually does, we've both just been off. I've been angry at him and also feeling super stressed and insecure, and meanwhile I think the depression is getting to him and I also suspect that he may be a little insecure for some reason. But this night, with spending time loving on him and trying to treat his bummed out mood and save his bad day, feeling connected and sweet, this dissolved all of that shit. While I massaged his thighs he reached under my dress and kept his hand on my hip, feeling me and keeping me close. I'd intentionally graze his dick while rubbing his hip flexors (sp?) to hint at it. And every time I looked back at him he'd kiss me all sweet and it was finally like we were actually kissing, actually connecting.

Later on when I came out of the bathroom and he had gotten under the covers because it was 4:30a (😩) I was preparing to get down into bed and I looked over and he was watching me and smiling and had so much love in his eyes and it twisted my heart and bloomed in my stomach. What are you looking at? You. What for? You're cute. And I kneeled down on the bed and he kissed me and it was soft n slow n sweet.

All the lights off n watching the show still he lazily pulled my leg over between his til our hips were aligned and held me there with his hand on my ass. My breath caught in my throat bc I wasn't expecting it and it had been a while since he initiated. I shyly told him to be careful cuz that was turning me on bc I still can't figure out lately if he wants to until it's happening, and his voice was deeper n lusty, laughing at me, and his hands started moving down over my ass and between my legs. I remember hearing myself make these little sounds that reminded me of when we first started dating and how shy and submissive he could make me. Every time I opened my eyes to look up at him he was intently watching me and when we made eye contact his dick would twitch. God. He made me cum that way and as soon as it was running thru me he pulled me up onto him and shoved it in immediately and it intensified the feeling and started fucking me like that, hearts are circling my head just thinking about it right now. The feeling deep inside when you keep fucking after you cum is so tender and hot, the dull ache that feels so fucking good, his dick pushing into my cervix over n over. It's all extra sensitive, and I came again with like no time and as soon as I did I guess the sensation was enough to push him over the edge too. Every time that happens and I go to move, I secretly wish he'd just tightly grip my hips instead and force me back down onto him so he can cum deep inside of me before i can do anything about it, but we can't do that cuz I'm not on any kind of bc and it makes me so 🥺🥺🥺

And then we fell back together and tangled up and slowly n gently fell asleep, spooning each other and the warm throbbing ache I could feel in my abdomen. I couldnt even cum on my own and this made me feel so relieved, and safe, and relaxed. Finally unwound a bit. I love him so much I can barely comprehend it in its entirety

#journal

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castle-dominion · 10 months

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c5x12 death gone crazy

Fun music Isn't this the guy from the cryo episode? head case? IT IS HE'S THE PORN GUY (heck yeah protestors) "your whole life ends up as nothing" *all sad* *man is a porn peddler, the music is too tragic* Why would the drinks be free? if online porn has taught you anything, it's that you can't make money by giving stuff away The MC has a camcorder I love how Beau Randolph is so sad, this is a GREAT episode so far BR: I’m not here to party. Not tonight. That is WAY too sad & solemn for a porn producer. he knows he's going to die

MR: If you are method writing and playing the role of your murder victim could you please die a little bit more quietly? Thank you. DON'T GOOGLE YOURSELF lol alexis has a vlog WAIT WHAT THE FRICKING HECK GIRL DON'T GIVE OUT YOUR GOSHDARN LOCATION ONLINE HOLY CRAP THAT IS SCARY. who you go with is ok BUT LISTEN-- YOU CAN NOT GIVE OUT BOTH YOUR LOCATION & YOUR FACE, YOU ARE BEING SOMGENUINELY DANGEROUS RN MR: Darling, why don’t you just answer your phone? Oh, and it’s Beckett. Maybe she has a nice murder to distract you from your parental paranoia.Castle at the "Beau randolph is our victim?"

Nice an 8 minute window Beckett is fine whatever but Lanie? Lanie has a Rack right there. As a busty tranny from a long line of busty women, screw you esposito. A bra supports you too, that is the point. But you are correct, a bra should not be that pricey. It is pennies to make, plus pay the employees a living wage, & you can probably sell that thing for less than $10 & still turn over c80 of profit.

LP: I already collected samples, but check this out. This is a 36D Sultura. KB: That’s high end. LP: Definitely. One of these could run you $200, $250. JE: $250 dollars? For a bra? LP: Oh, but it’s okay to spend that on a pair of sneakers, right? JE: A pair of sneakers is practical, okay? They support your, um – RC: (shakes his head) Eject. JE: … (closes his mouth)

Ryan looks great: Hey, so it looks like there was a guest list at the club tonight. But if you were a guy with $20 bucks in your pocket when you showed up at the door or a pretty girl, you got in.

Lol great job from the bodyguard

Ooh a smoking hot chick as the bodyguard! She's going to end up being some evil mastermind who can kickbox & beat up both boys until beckett the other hot girl kickboxes & beats her up Good old threat assessment

Troy: good clean American fun YOU were with him since the beginning? Interesting... he's the one in charge you are not... wow porn is the family...

INT – TWELFTH PRECINCT WORK ROOM KR: watching the footage that was shot the night before. JE: Yo. How’s the in-breast-igation going. laughs at his own joke. KR: And that’s why you’re still single.

How /well/ does ryan know what goes on in those club bathrooms?

11 minutes later is it the girl??? bodyguard? Like I said Lip piercing Oh there we go nvm it IS her

KR: Good news is that Scarlett Jones is not the world’s worst bodyguard. Bad news is, she’s a murderer. JE: Someone that sexy going to prison? That in itself is a crime.

Oh ew no no ew no. If you consent to being recorded then good for you but EW NO DON'T RECORD PPL W/O THEIR CONSENT Just gives the cops her name?? Pointing the finger at tiffany? sus You said it MUST be tiffany & now you're saying it can be someone else? Get ur story straight JE: Oh, did you hear that? She broke his nose. Me, also hot for her: Right? KR: Yeah, so? JE & me: So? That’s hot. KR: KR, with an incredulous look: Who are you?

JE: so it looks like her alibi’s checking out. KB: You know, you seem unusually happy about this. JE: No, I’m just … you know. You know, working the case. & then he goes to "check" on her sketch Ryan, passing him: Hmm.

Yes. You need a warrant for my protest! I mean this guy is stupid & annoying & in everyone else's business but I like him in two respects at least

JE: watching this sketch artist finish his drawing So this is the guy that came after Beau? SJ: Yeah. If I knew he was coming back I’d have broken more than just his nose. The reminder that she’s tough makes esposito & me stop, having trouble keeping it in our pants. JE: Hey look, um … about last night at the club. I’m sorry. I was – I was way out of line. SJ: Yeah. So was I. I should have come clean with you guys. About everything. (she smiles and grabs her things) See ya. JE: See ya later. Hey, Scarlett! (she stops) Uh … do you think maybe we could get a drink later? I mean, now that you’re not a suspect anymore. She smiles.

AC: So, this is what you do all day. RC: turns around & chuckles Right? he realizes and pauses the video Whoa. No, it’s work. That’s – that’s a case. It is better to have [your tits] online than [your face & location]. No no, no...

RC: Beau Randolph double-crossed a member of the mafia. (he chuckles) No wonder he got whacked. Me: Wait he did? KB: That is rampant speculation.

SETH is sitting in a alone in the middle of a dark room. KB: Seth Parrino. SP: What the hell are you doing? (he stands) You can’t be in here! KB: NYPD. We have a few questions. The lights turn on and the song Jungle Boogie starts to play. A bunch of male dancers dressed like Tarzan take the stage in front of SETH. BECKETT and CASTLE are a bit shocked, but SETH just dances along. I LOVE HOW THE COPS COME & HE JUST DANCES WHILE WATCHING THESE HOT MEN (remember when playboy tried to be feminist so they made playgirl but only gay men bought it?) RC: Maybe more than just a few questions.

Castle, hearing parrino has the rights: Rats, (I really wanted to buy the rights) one more chance to go nuts XD

Brown hair smoking hot? beckett?

Oh, I like her look. I also like how she has a mole. People have freckles & moles sometimes! KB: Get out a warrant on her. JE: (hesitates) You think we could have Ryan do that? I have plans. KB: Really? Do these plans have a name? JE: doesn’t say anything, but his eyes flick to Scarlett’s photo on the murder board. KB: Oh shut up. You didn’t. JE: She broke a guy’s nose. You know she’s gotta be freaky. KB: laughs in disbelief. JE: C’mon. He walks away. KR: Where’re you going? KB: Don’t ask.

She is not d cup... is she? "ew" *drops her bra* Oh revenge sex If you were d cups you would need your bra back You won't get a name becks What if she walked out of the club at like 11.51 so she thought beau was still alive but technically he could be not alive & just,, incorrect

Oh no they're going to interrupt esposito's date btw EVERYONE is pretty. Pretty enough. Not super duper pretty that I'd pic but pretty enough. Ryan has a shirt & tie no vest (oh & a jacket ofc), castle looks amazing, becks is ok with a white shirt & dark red jacket, espt has a nice marroon burgundy type sweater, slight vneck, jones is hot af with her leather jacket & scarf & in the scene on their date she is wearing a shirt that actually matches espt's shirt colour Where are they btw? He looks honestly almost disappointed when she says "my place" but it might just be shock & how much he likes her. I mean that soft "ok" reminds me of the bdsm episode when a dom made him untie her boot Wow cockblocked

JE, so right: She’s hot. She kicks ass, she’s a corporate spy. Man, she is perfect. Why did she have to be the bad guy? KR: Sorry we had to cop-block you, bro. XD COP-BLOCK she can't see him thru the glass tho

Castle knows what programs are on little frog & nobody makes fun of him maybe it was children, you know, cp

Man has a nice tie becks looks nice too lol I mean if u need the money... That's true, you can't exactly take finance from a porn producer. But maybe he was taking responsibility for the kids who have... been... conceived... by masturbating to porn... which does not make babies... bc,, it is singlular.., not,, uh, not partnered

I thought she said she destroyed it... some politician or smth?

Kindergarten teacher? She can NOT have that tape out VOICES FOR DECENCY FOUNDER'S DAUGHTER?

Yummy dessert lmao I'm also over 18 & technically I don't need to ask permission, but I still do for a lot of things because I respect my mom. *whip creams in his mouth* GIRL IT IS NOT CAREFUL NOR SMART TO PUT YOUR LOCATION, ACTIVITIES, & FACE ONLINE.

she's 25 she doesn't need her dad's permission... Good. Get your attorney.

She could be a Poi because she is related to YOU Actually BEAU was (caught dead in that place) He feels guilty about this, he cares abt his daughter, this man, like, I, I dislike him in a lot of ways but he also has my respect

She probs didn't even know beau would film

KR: If I were in Candice’s shoes I would have done the same thing. [both are wading through different boxes.] JE: Well, I mean, I feel for her, I do, but she knew what she was getting into. KR: She knew Beau would blackmail her? So this is her fault? JE: With what her dad did? She must have known who Beau was and what he was about. It’s not like it was with Scarlett. KR: Oh, I see. So this is about you. Okay. JE: Hey that chick totally misrepresented herself, bro. She was hot though, right? KR: Here’s the sad thing for you. That fact that she misrepresented herself makes her even hotter. JE: No. She can’t be any hotter than she already is. KR: Huh. (he goes back to work) 5 mil is a lot ULTRASOUND? SHE WAS PREGGO?

so she DID NOT know who she was He,,, he wanted to clean up for the baby... Oh valid, she didn't want him around But he cared & he TRIED to change He would shut it down for her? & the kid? <3

*backing away* Why would you make it stationary? I would have gotten someone else to hold it. Except then someone would be able to argue that he was NOT filming for that time this man knew about the baby?

There are only 3 reasons to kill. Money, revenge, & love.

A father really would do anything for his daughter. Remember that one where the dad "could be justified" in killing his daughter's murderer? Ye.

I started at 9.30, it is only 10.40, maybe I'll be able to get six eps in today after all.

#castle 5x12 #castle 5x12 spoilers #castle 5x12 quote #not plot heavy but we learn abt alexis video blogging

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I know i was just here a couple of days ago, but i can't contain myself, you see i love how the artist maino merry draws erwin and i found a very particular drawing of Erwin and i...no brain no thoughts just 🥵 (sharing is caring ofc so here you go)

So...could you please tell us, in any form you would like (hc, drabble, etc) about jealous erwin a little bit?

dljhfhbjk holy mother of Maria, Rose and Sheena LOOK AT THAT BODY 🥵🥵🥵

Looks like he's licking your wetness off his fingers djfhgnfj

I feel like saying this over and over, the SNK fandom got some very VERY talented ppl 👏👏

Thanks for blessing me, lemme return the favour 😘

The Commander's Girl: Part 1 (Erwin x Reader)

Pairing: Erwin x Reader, Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x You, Erwin x OC Trigger Warnings: Brat-Taming, Possessive Behaviour, Spanking, Rough Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Orgasm Denial, Humiliation Kink, Daddy Kink, Size Kink (Reader is 45kgs/99lbs and 158cm/5'1) and ofc daddy Erwin got a monster cock pls Summary: You've been such a bad girl, and daddy Erwin thinks it's time to teach you a lesson. Word Count: 2062 Taglist: @antoxsmith (if you wanna be added to my Erwin Taglist, lemme know in the comments below, but make sure your @ is valid so that I can find you ❤) Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3 UNEDITED!

Admittedly, when you first saw the dress and the pretty golden necklace that he had bought for you, you were a stuttering mess.

“W- Why? E- Erwin, this must have been so expensive, you shouldn’t be spending so much money for things like that for me-”

“Shh,” His thumb found your pretty lips, hushing you. “The King’s Anniversary is next week, and I’m afraid all high-ranking Military officers and their partners are to attend. You’re going to wear these, and I expect you to look pretty in them,”

“B- But, Erwin, t- this is pure gold, y- you shouldn’t have spent so much on me,

“No woman of mine wears anything less than gold,”

And what else were you supposed to do if not doll yourself up, all pretty and nice for him? You were his spoiled little princess. Golden necklaces, diamond rings, extravagant dresses. His right-hand woman – his Section Commander, talented to lead your Squad and your division, but such a little slut on his bed, in his shower, on his desk, sometimes even on the floor – whatever he wanted at the moment, you’d give it to him and in return, you received his pretty gifts.

Such a good girl, always so wet and ready for him. Pretty lips always parted and plump for him to slip his tongue right in. Always so pretty, and small, and adorable. His sweet little girl.

He was waiting for you to walk out of his bedroom that the two of you had started to share a lot lately. And there you were, his pretty little princess, in that beautiful wine-red velvet dress he had bought for you a few nights ago. The sweetheart neckline exposed your milky white chest, and the rich mounts of your breasts were trapped behind the fabric. Your back, exposed as well, and then there was that large opening on your legs, exposing your beautiful thighs with every step you made.

You were absolutely ravishing – undoubtedly, the prettiest woman in the Palace. All kinds of nobles were gathered there, to lick the King’s boots. The high society of Wall Sheena – you could tell Erwin hated being there and so did you. The only thing keeping his nerves in check was your arm tangled around his own and your presence beside him.

But it didn’t last for too long. Everybody’s eyes were on you the moment you stepped foot in the ballroom. Most of them, starved middle-aged men who looked at you as if you were the most fucking delicious candy. It frustrated Erwin so much, he let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist instead. His rough, warm thumb grazed the tender skin of your exposed back. A shiver ran down your spine.

Maybe buying you that dress and bringing you here was a bad idea.

“Erwin!” Commander Nile of Military Police approached you and shook Erwin’s hand.

“It’s good to see you, old friend,” Erwin gave him a smile.

“And what have we here?” Nile turned and his eyes met yours. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back of your palm. “I hope you and this delectable woman are not engaged in any way,” He chuckled.

You let out a soft laugh and allowed your hand to sink in the other man’s. “I’m afraid not, I’m just the partner for tonight’s event,” You said and it snapped something inside Erwin that he had to bite his inner cheek to suppress his anger.

Just the partner for tonight’s event. What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why the hell were you allowing Nile to wrap an arm around you and offer you a drink? Just the sight of you laughing at Nile’s witless jokes and the very way he wrapped his arm around your waist was enough to drive Erwin insane. And why the hell were you being such a brat and you were allowing this?

You were his. All his. Your body belonged to him. He was the only one who could drive you insane and you had admitted it to him yourself.

And when five or six other Military Officers surrounded you, trying everything to earn your attention, Erwin just couldn’t take it anymore. He was a composed man. Always so calculated and capable of keeping his calm in the most insane of situations, but when it came to you, he was a madman. There was no way he could pretend like he wasn’t burning inside out when he caught them stare at your breasts, your thighs that were exposed from the schism of your dress.

You had some nerve to flirt with this old friend of his that had already stolen a woman from his grasp. Never again. Was he not enough? No, he knew he was enough. More than enough. He never had such insecurities. You were just a spoiled brat. Your laughter was so fake, but of course, they couldn’t notice that. They didn’t know you as much as he did. He could see right through you. You were doing this on purpose.

Spoiled little girl.

“Would you mind excusing us for a moment,” Erwin pulled a kind smile on his face as he wrapped a possessive arm around your waist and dragged you a few steps back. His chest met your back and either they agreed or not, he didn’t give a single fuck.

He took your hand in his own and dragged you away. You had no idea where he was taking you, but it most definitely was somewhere out of the ballroom, away from the crowd of people. You bit your lip when he dragged you into some random room and slammed you against the door. His lips crushed atop your own powerfully, knocking your head against the door behind you. Your arms reached around him to bury your fingers in his hair, in his shirt, searching for his skin beneath.

But he released your lips, leaving your panting hard. His taste, on your tongue and reached out for more with a whine, but he pulled back. He grabbed your hands and he flipped you over with a sudden, powerful move. You gasped at the strength of it and tried your best to keep yourself from laughing. You would only rile him up even more, and you knew what his punishments always led to.

A large hand fisted in your hair painfully, messing up the bun you had worked so hard on as he pushed your head against the door, forcing you to bend slightly, ass meeting his crotch.

“Just a partner for the evening,” He repeated your words. His hot breath brushed down your ear. “Is that what you think you are?” A hand snaked around you and found your throat, squeezing, but not enough to cut your airflow. He sure as hell made sure to let you know that the only reason that you were still breathing was because he was allowing you to. “No, sweetheart. You’re the woman whose every single inch belongs to me,”

His hand snuck beneath the cut of your dress, meeting your thighs and he found the slick warmth between them. It was so easy for him to spot your clit, even on top of your wet panties. You let out a soft whimper as he pressed gently down on your sensitive nub. You were enjoying this, weren’t you?

“I’m the only man who’s allowed to have your attention. The only man who’s allowed to look at you and hunger for you and make you behave like the filthy whore you are,” He nibbled on your earlobe, and you shivered. He was rubbing on your sensitive clit above your panties, and it wasn’t nearly enough to relieve the ache between your legs, and he knew it. “You’re mine,” He growled into your ear. His large warm palm cupped your pussy and you tried to rub yourself on him. “You’re all mine. This pretty cunt belongs to me. You belong to me,”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, I’m all yours, daddy, ‘m so sorry for being a bad girl, please forgive me,”

“I don’t feel merciful today, darling,” He stuck two thick large fingers inside you with no warning. A yelp almost escaped your mouth, but his free hand let go of your throat and clamped around your lips instead. The sting of stretching you hurt at first, but then it felt fucking heavenly. It was just his fingers, and you were already fucked out. So wet and nice for him. Your muffled moans were so beautiful as he started massaging the digits in and out of your weeping hole. “Better stay quiet, babygirl, unless you want everyone in this fucking Palace to know how much of a little slut you are,” Your hole clenched around his fingers, and he chuckled in your ear. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Hmm? You want daddy to fuck you in a room full of strangers?”

He was thrusting fast now. Large fingers hitting over and over on your sensitive spot and he wasn’t letting up even when you pressed your thighs together, squeezing his hand. You couldn’t take it anymore. The coil in your stomach began to gather and threatened to snap when his thumb found your clit, pressing down hard.

But he stopped his movements just in time and your much-needed orgasm disappeared. You wept. Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to fuck his fingers but he withdrew his fingers completely, bringing your panties back in place.

You let out another pathetic whimper and your hand reached for his own. “P- Please, daddy, I wanna cum, please make me cum, I’ll be good… I’ll be good,” You panted hard.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” He pressed down on your back, urging to bend over the door a little further. He pulled your dress all the way up to the small of your back. The gorgeous mounts of your ass were so smooth beneath his rough fingers. You bit your lip as he traced them with a featherlike touch. You knew what awaited you. Any moment now- your lips parted to a silent cry that you muffled with your own hand. He spanked you. “Count to twenty. If you lose count, we’ll start over,”

Twenty. God, you wouldn’t be able to walk properly for the entire evening, and hopefully, you wouldn’t be asked to sit down anywhere. “O- One,” He spanked you again, harder this time. You had to throw your hands on the door to keep you standing on your wobbly legs. “T- Two…”

And he didn’t let up, even when you were crying and begging, fat warm tears running down your rich eyelashes – makeup ruined and legs barely holding you up. Hair messy. There was no way you could walk out to a crowd of people looking like a mess. He had made a mess of you. Your panties ruined from how wet he had made you. There was no denying that stinging pain was turning you on. Your backside was on fire. Your daddy had been relentless tonight. You were certain your skin was now a similar colour to the one of your dress.

But you had learned to love the pain if it came from daddy. You had learned to find the beauty behind the purple bruises of his lips, his teeth, his nails, the red angry imprints of his fingers, his hands on your skin. You were his and he always made sure to keep reminding you, and this was just like how you wanted him to be. And you were a babbling mess by the time he was done.

“Hey,” Erwin urged you turn and look at him and he wrapped his arms around you caging you in. He couldn’t deny how much he loved those warm tears on your cheeks. He wiped them away from your cheeks and handed you his handkerchief. “My sweet little girl, you took it so well,” He cooed in your ear as you pressed your cheek to his chest, and he started fixing your bun enough to look at least presentable. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get back to HQ,” He whispered in your ear, and you shivered at the very thought of it. He completely withdrew from you and fixed his tie back in place. “We need to go back. Can’t have Nile looking for you, can we?”

#snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #erwin x oc #erwin x you #erwin x reader #erwin smith x reader #aot erwin #commander erwin #erwin smith #erwin smith smut #erwin smut #shingeki no kyoujin erwin #erwin x y/n

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hi there! i rlly love how you write our volleyboys 😭🥺 i genuinely think you capture their character rlly well!!💗💗 may i request hcs or anything you feel for fem!y/n with suga, tsukki, daichi and asahi for a reader who doesn’t want kids? how they’d react and stuff like that. i’ve gotten really negative comments and i’ve always felt pressured in finding or having a partner and growing together bc of this making one of my deepest fears my s/o leaving me bc i don’t want children 🥲 thank you so much!💗 never stop creating i love what you do

pairing: timeskip!/aged up!tsukishima kei, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, & sugawara kōshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: talks about not wanting kids, anxious reader mostly in Suga’s but they all end fluffy promise!!!!!!

a/n: first of all, there is nothing wrong with you for not wanting to have kids. whoever tells you otherwise can suck my diCK because you are worth so much more than what your uterus can do for you. second omg i love this idea and was legit thinking about doing something like this so thank you so much for requesting! i had a marvel request like this once and really liked to explore this idea with characters i love! i hope you enjoy and i hope if you ever feel like you need to reach out to someone, you'll slide into my dms haha <3 you are wonderful my dear! and thank you so much for all the love!!!! also i’m so sorry for the ppl who sent in requests before this one LOL i just saw it and HAD to write it. i try to write all my fics in the order the requests come in but someone you just get the vibe!!!

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Tsukishima knew coming to this stupid party would've been a bad idea. He hated company gatherings but as a member of the Sendai City Museum, it was company policy that he come with. The only upside was that he didn't have to be alone. Even in this uncomfortable formal attire, as long as he was allowed to have you by his side, he didn't feel out of place.

"Aren't you two just the most perfect looking couple," an older lady crooned, smiling as she sat nearby the two of you. You both had grown tired of talking to sponsors and donors all night, most of them them inquiring about Tsukishima's work or about what you do professionally.

"All small talk, nothing of sustenance", Tsukishima had mumbled to you as he took a sip of the champagne in his hand. He had led you to one of the tables, letting you sit and rest or your feet while he stood behind you, gently tracing his fingers along your shoulders.

"Thank you, ma'am," you smiled at the lady, squeezing Tsukishima's hand with your own, giving him a smile as well.

"No ring?" She asked, curiously peeking at your finger. "Well you two are still young. Plenty of time to get married and have children." The lady's polite smile turned to her husband, as if talking to him about you two rather than actually discussing with you.

You felt Tsukishima freeze a little behind you, his fingers tensing against yours as he tried to hold back a scowl. He hated people who had no sense of keeping their nose out of other people's business.

You thought about how a ring would feel on your finger, glancing over your hand for a moment, though that was about all you thought about. Although you and Kei had never talked about it, you had never considered what life would be like with kids. It wasn't like you hated them or anything but you appreciated your life without them, getting to spend time with just you and Kei, and maybe a pet or two.

The lady must've seen you both shift your gaze's elsewhere, both of you trying to use it as a way to avoid the conversation. But rather than taking it as a out to drop the topic, she just pushed some more, "You are having children aren't you?"

Tsukishima tried to look over this lady and her dozing off husband that sat beside her. They didn't look too familiar, and although their dressings seemed fancier than necessary, he couldn't tell if they actually had money or if they were just playing a part. He would never want to compromise his position at the museum due to being rude to an important donor, but he also didn't want you to feel uncomfortable at an event that he invited you to. But... could he say anything? Was it his place?

"I believe that's up to my partner here," he finally spoke out, giving the lady a polite smile. "I have to admit, I enjoy our time together and I hope to propose to her when she's ready - if she'll have me of course," Tsukishima's voice turned playful as he squeezed your shoulder again, bringing your gaze to his and giving you a gentle wink.

"Well what's the point of being together if not for children," the lady huffed, shaking her head. "You young people nowadays, so selfish to not want to bring the best joy in the world and wanting to keep everything for yourself."

"Perhaps more people just want to live with their significant others," you suggested gently, leaning into Tsukishima's hand more. "Besides, wouldn't it be more important that every child have the best life that a parent could offer? Wouldn't it be important for those parents to actually want a child to make sure they can offer the best?" You asked, your voice still staying polite though you avoided her eyes. You knew if you kept looking at her, she might just get offended by your glare.

"You would want children, wouldn't you, young man?" She asked looking up at your boyfriend. "To carry on your name?"

You didn't want to look up at him, wondering if he was just putting on this front to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or if he actually didn't want kids. Would this turn into a conversation for later tonight? Would the two of you go home after this party and fight over what your futures look like?

"I think," Tsukishima started, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your forehead, "it's all her decision. Though many factors play into it, I'm not sure we would care about what the older generation thinks of our life. But thank you for your opinion."

The lady's jaw dropped just slightly as Tsukishima helped you up from the table, whisking you off with some excuse of, "Let's go look at the art some more, my dear."

You could still hear the lady spluttering about to her husband about how rude and selfish kids were these days but you couldn't help but laugh at how passive aggressive Tsukishima's polite tone was.

"You really struck a nerve with her, Kei," you laughed as he snickered, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Where would you like to go?" You asked, glancing around the museum halls.

"Anywhere, as long as we're far away from that hag," he chuckled, tugging you towards an emptier area. You laughed and insisted he be nicer, smiling as you looked around the room.

Maybe the conversation could just be forgotten, maybe you two could just live your lives without every considering it. But you were dating Tsukishima Kei after all, and he liked nothing more than answers to questions.

"I don't mind you know," he spoke up after a while, clearing his throat as the two of you looked at some animal display. "I don't think we have enough energy for kids."

You tore your eyes away from the display to look at him, only to find his eyes already on you. There was a gentle sincerity in his eyes, a honesty in his tone.

"Do you mean it?" You asked softly, just to be sure.

Tsukishima smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, flicking you in the head, "Of course, idiot. Why would I want some kid to take you away from me? Besides, we can just still Akiteru's kids every once and a while, spoli them rotten, and then give them back and not deal with any of the tantrums or diapers or crying," he grinned. The playful look on his face slowly settled as he looked at you, taking your chin in his hand gently, "If you'd like one, we can talk about it. But I'm in this relationship to be with you, Y/N, not anyone else. I like having you all to myself. We can grow old together and just be... us."

You didn't even realize tears were building in your eyes until once of them escaped and Tsukishima's thumb brushed it away, "Oi, don't cry on me, dummy," he scolded gently. "Don't you know I love you? Not your child-birthing ability?"

You wanted to thank him, wanted to tell him how much you appreciated him for making all of your insecurities disappear, but how could you even put that into words? He quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him in a swift hug, gently patting your head as if saying it's okay. I love you too.

Daichi watched as the kids ran and scream across the playground, smiling to himself at the picture perfect moment. It was just early spring and people were starting to come outside more, colours were starting to bloom from flowers and trees.

And then there was you. The most beautiful girl he had ever had the privilege of knowing, calling to him and waving from up the road.

"Hey there, beautiful," Daichi smiled, pulling you into a hug and twirling you around as he greeted you. "Did you have a good day at work?"

You nodded with a smile, waving to the other teachers who were leaving the building. "Multiplication day," you explained to him with a laugh. "They're getting the hang of it slowly but the class is bright so I'm not worried."

"Not to mention they have the smartest teacher," he teased, interlacing your fingers as the two of you started to walk home together. Daichi always walked you home from work, every since the two of you got married last year. Any chance he could get, he would bring you home and the two of you would make dinner together.

It was a simple life but it was the best thing he could ask for. Tonight though was the day that Asahi and Sugawara were coming by for a visit, probably bringing some alcohol with them so the four of them could all reminisce and catch up in a proper manner.

You were ecstatic to find Asahi and Sugawara waiting for you two by the time you got home, eagerly hugging them both and small talk exchanged from all four of you. "You're early," Daichi complained a little. "We haven't even had time to make something to eat."

"Well we figured we could help!" Sugawara grinned. "Couldn't make you and Y/N do all the prep work."

"I don't mind," you laughed, ruffling up both of their hairs. "It feels like forever since I've seen you two!"

Suga and you exchanged some stories about your teacher lives while Asahi and Daichi started on the prep work for dinner, talking about some of the old Karasuno teammembers they had seen recently.

"This kitchen is so small," Sugawara complained as he bumped into Daichi for the fifth time while trying to wash the dishes that were no longer needed. "You two need a bigger space if you guys are going to start a family," he scolded playfully.

"Well I don't think any family of ours is going to be as big as you two," Daichi countered, swatting Suga in the head with a towel. "You're both massive. No kids of ours are going to be this big until at least they're 18, and by then, Y/N and I will probably have moved."

Asahi noticed first the way you froze, cutting up vegetables on the the nearby dining room table. You swallowed slowly as you continued chopping, hoping the conversation would move on.

"You say that, but kids are growing faster nowadays! Ask Y/N! My students are young but they're all probably going to be taller than me before they know it," Suga whined, pouting to himself over a lack of growth spurt.

"Hey Daichi, how's your work going?" Asahi asked quickly, hoping to spare you the embarrassment as he noted the way you avoided their eyes.

"It's alright. Speaking of kids though, one of my coworkers just had one!" Daichi exclaimed ecstatically. "Man, it sounds like such a rough time. I'll be a good husband though, Y/N, take care of you and everything, I-"

Daichi's eyes had moved to you, noting the way you were turned away from them. As much as he tried, you were refusing to look at him and you only ever really did that when you were upset. He shuffled in the kitchen with the boys, excusing himself to your side and gently touching your shoulder, "Y/N? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, glancning over the knife and cutting board quickly to see if there was any blood.

"I'm okay, don't worry," you stated quietly, gathering all the veggies in the nearby bowl.

"Wanna talk later?" He whispered softly, gently touching your head.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, trying to gather up the courage. Maybe Suga and Asahi would act as a buffer almost? If Daichi got mad at what you had to say, maybe he wouldn't be so angry with his friends around?

"I don't want kids."

Your voice was clear, sent through the awkward tension that hung in the air. Asahi and Suga shared a glance, ducking their heads down as they continued to make dinner.

"W-What?" Daichi frowned a little, kneeling down a little next to you so he could see your eyes. He frowned even more seeing the small tears building and hearing the way you were sniffling. "I... I thought you loved kids. I though that's why you wanted to be a teacher?"

"I do love kids. I never said I didn't. I just... don't want any," you tried to explain, sighing a little. You dried your hands on a nearby towel, blinking away the tears that were fast approaching. "I should've told you before, I-I'm sorry."

Daichi tried to think back to all the times the two of you had talked about a family... had there really been no discussing? He vaguely remembered one time that you had asked him how he felt about just it being the two of you... but he had always thought you were joking.

"Like... you don't want kids now or like... not ever?" Daichi asked softly, brushing the hair from your face. "It's okay, sweetheart, please talk to me."

That was one thing you loved about Daichi. No matter who was around, he always seemed so concerned about making you happy. It didn't matter if you two were arguing in a supermarket, he would do anything to make you smile again. You finally met his eyes, seeing the concern in them, wondering if there was also pity in them, like he pitied you for not wanting what people thought was the greatest joy.

"I see how the parents of my students are, Daichi," you whispered softly. "They're... They're not always happy. Some of them are, but... some used to be so much happier without kids. And I've never really wanted my own. I love kids and I love being with them but I don't want my whole life to be about coming home and taking care of them. I thought... I thought you and I would just be good being... you and I."

Daichi's mind raced to think of everything he wanted in life. He had always thought a successful future was one where he had a good job and a family to come home to. But... what was a family really? He glanced back at the boys who were clearly trying not to eavesdrop but Suga and Asahi both looked at him and gave him a small thumbs up.

Could this... could this be a family? Daichi knew he had to respond to you quick, he didn't want to just leave you hanging in your sadness. But could he be happy with just you and his friends?

"I'm sorry, Daichi," you mumbled nervously. "I-I understand if this is a deal breaker. I thought... I should've brought this up before we got married."

Daichi was quick to take your hand, shaking his head, "Y/N, I married you because I wanted to be with you... I can't deny that I've always wanted kids but... it's not like I'm giving birth to them right?" He laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. "If you don't want kids, we won't have any. I'll just have to come visit your students every once and a while," he teased gently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Listen to me, Y/N, my future is with you. I used to think that a good life would mean a good job and a good family. But what kind of family would it be if I didn't have you? I'd rather have you and just be able to grow old together, than have 10 kids with someone I couldn't love as much as you," he told you softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please don't cry, darling, I promise it's okay. We'll get lots of pets alright?"

You laughed a little at this, nodding slowly. You watched his eyes, smiling sightly at how genuinely happy he was expressing how much he wanted to be with you. This was the Daichi you loved, the man that you stood up with in front of friends and family and said I do with.

"Besides, who needs kids when I've got those two in the kitchen?" Daichi laughed, helping you up from your chair and giving you a tight squeeze.

"Did you just call us children?" Suga yelped in defiance.

"Well I'm pretty sure Asahi just burned his hand on the stove so ya, you're both practically children," Daichi teased, Asahi starting to insist it wasn't his fault and that it really wasn't a bad burn.

You laughed and moved to go help him, finding a bandage for him in the cupboard after he had soaked it in some cold water.

Daichi watched as you interacted with his two best friends, smiling to himself as he pushed away all his worries. Maybe it wasn't the kids he wanted, maybe it was just the perfect people to be around. And this house filled with his best friends and the most wonderful wife he could ever have, were as perfect as he could ever hope for. And he wouldn't change that for any number of kids.

Asahi hadn’t ever really considered the idea of having kids. People always joked with him about it, especially Noya (”How are you ever going to be a good husband and father if you can’t man up, Asahi??”). Sure, he loved the idea of having a kid but he wasn’t really sure either of you were the parenting type.

He had specifically avoided the question all these years of you two dating, scared that you wanting a family and him being unsure would be a deal breaker for you. If you really wanted kids, he would go along with it, but honestly, Asahi loved you. And all he ever really needed was you.

It wasn’t until your parents brought it up during dinner one evening that the two of you were forced with the idea of having kids. You had been telling your parents about hoping for a promotion at work after your last project had gone so well, a huge smile on your face that suddenly froze as your mom spoke up.

“That’s good dear, but won’t they be worried about you going on maternity leave?”

Asahi practically choked on his tea, trying to remain somewhat composed as he spun his eyes over to you. Had you been pregnant this whole time and he hadn’t know? What kind of boyfriend was he for not knowing? Should he start seriously considering rings now? He had always looked but he thought you two had more time-

“Ma, don’t scared Asahi like that,” you responded quickly, waving your hands in the air towards him. “I’m not pregnant. And I’m not going on maternity leave.”

“Sure, not now. But soon right? You two are going to get married and have kids and live closeby for us to see our grandchildren,” your mom smiled, touching your dad’s hand gently.

“K-Kids,” you mumbled, glancing over at your boyfriend. Asahi was always pretty nervous around your parents, mostly because he didn’t ever want your loved ones to hate him. But this was worse. Asahi was practically a ghost, his face white as fresh snow in the wintertime. “I dunno if we’ll have kids, ma.”

Your mom hesitated and looked over at Asahi, as if expecting him to jump in and say we’ll talk about having kids later, or we’re not having kids yet but maybe in the future. But Asahi was just looking at you in surprise, unsure of what he should say.

“Come now, Y/N, you don’t want to deprive Asahi of having children. I’m sure he wants to have kids, don’t you?” Your mom asked, trying to get some sort of an answer from your boyfriend.

“H-Honestly, I’m just happy with Y/N,” Asahi admitted after a while, clearing his throat and staring at the food on his plate. “I never really considered having a big family, and honestly living and growing old with Y/N sounds just fine to me. So if you don’t want to have kids, we won’t,” he said slowly, looking over at you for his last few words.

You couldn’t deny how happy you were, seeing how honest he was and how firm his voice was in his opinion (though his eyes looked like they might cry soon).

The two of you walked home in silence that night. Your parents didn’t live far from the apartment the two of you shared, so most nights after dinner with your parents, you would link arms and stargaze together.

But tonight was different. Neither one of you were sure if it should be brought up again, if everything that was said at the dinner table was actually honest and 100% true, or if anything else needed to be said.

“Asahi-”

“Y/N-”

You both turned to look at each other, laughing as you both interrupted one another, “You first,” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as the two of you paused on the sidewalk.

“If.... If you did want kids in the future... I think maybe some other girl might be better for you,” you admitted softly, shifting in your stance nervously. You loved Asahi so much, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for him. But if his happiness was with someone else... how could you stand in the way?

“N-no!” Asahi yelped out, shaking his head. “I was... I was going to tell you that if you wanted to have kids... it’s okay if you wanted to see other people,” he explained with a laugh. “I know having a family is important to some people but... you’re the only family I really need,” he smiled at you, taking your hand gently in his.

“You promise?” You asked with wide eyes, looking up at him like he was the whole world standing here in front of you because he was your whole world.

“Of course,” Asahi grinned tugging on your wrist to pull you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “Besides, we’ve got to get married and spend all our money on ourselves. Who has time for kids?” He chuckled, spinning you around as the evening turned darker, the two of you giggling about random other topics as if this hadn’t been the most anxiety-provoking conversation the two of you had had in a while.

Asahi went to bed that night a few minutes after you, watching as you laid there next to him. He wanted nothing more than to watch you grow in your career, find the happiest parts of every day, and model all of his designs for him, for the rest of his life. He didn’t need anything else but you, and he had been sure of that since the first day he met you.

Sugawara hated Mondays, just like everyone else in the working world. Mondays seemed like the worst day for his classroom - they were always tired from the weekend which often meant some of them were grumpy or more active than usual. He always felt like he came home on Mondays more tired than other day - he would drag his feet home and plop onto the couch and wait for you to arrive from work with some takeout because you knew cooking on a Monday was a no.

You came home that day with a laugh in your voice, waving to someone from the door before closing ti behind you and smiling at your loving husband sprawled across the couch.

“Rough Monday?” You teased, because you knew the answer was always ‘yes’. Suga gave a groan as he pried himself from the cushions to help you set the dinner table, glancing out the window as he passed.

“Who were you talking to, love?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm, our neighbour,” you smiled, your arms draped around his neck loosely. “She needed some help unloading the car cause she’s got that newborn. So I just helped her pack up her stroller and all.”

“Well isn’t my wife just the sweetest human being ever?” Sugawara beamed, peppering kisses to your face. “That must be tough though, can’t imagine it’s easy lugging around a stroller and trying to manage everything at home.

“Mm that’s for sure,” you agreed, turning back to the delicious smelling food that was ready to be eaten. “Got some of your favourite too!” You told him as you unpacked everything.

Suga’s mouth was already salivating as he thought about it, the two of you digging into the food in no time. Through mouthfuls of his dinner, he told you stories of his students, some good and some bad, some making you laugh and others making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“Kids are awful at this age sometimes,” he sighed, shaking his head. “But they’re a bright bunch... though I guess that makes it ever worse. If they weren’t so bright, I wouldn’t worry about them causing trouble as much.”

“They’re lucky to have a teacher who’s so eager to dote on them,” you smiled, drinking some water to clear your palette. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Teach?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, “I don’t think I have the patience for one kid, let alone twenty.”

Maybe that should’ve been his first clue. Suga had brushed this comment off with a laugh, the two of you slowly cleaning up dinner when the plates were cleared and migrating to the couch where you could cuddle and watch some silly tv.

Suga perked up slightly as the night went on, hearing the faint sound of a baby crying through the walls, “Poor thing.”

“Ya, that poor mom. I think her husband works late too,” you sighed, leaning into his shoulder more.

“That’s the lucky thing, I guess. I just work school hours and I can do markings at home so you wouldn’t ever have to worry about me being late,” Suga smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to your head.

You didn’t answer right away, which maybe should’ve been his second clue. You sat up slowly, looking up at him with a somewhat confused look on your face, “What do you mean?”

Sugawara tilted his head at how puzzled you seemed, “I just mean you wouldn’t have to deal with a baby on your own. I’d be there to help obviously, and I’d be doing as much as I could to help the baby.”

“Baby?” You repeated slowly, shifting so you were properly facing him on the couch. “Kōshi, I thought we talked about this. I don’t want kids.”

The last words to leave your lips felt like a baseball bat to his stomach. A sinking, wanting-to-throw-up kind of feeling washed over Sugawara as he watched the seriousness in your expression, “When did we talk about that?” He asked with a frown, his shoulders falling slightly.

“Before we got married. I told you I wanted to focus on my career. I’ve never been... I’ve never wanted kids, Kōshi. And you said you were okay with that,” you were watching him so closely, a determination in your own eyes that made Suga shudder in surprise. You were so serious about this... had this really been what the two of you talked about all those years ago?

“I... I thought you meant for a while. I thought you meant you wanted to focus. on your career and then have kids later,” Suga admitted, his eyes falling to his hands on his lap. “I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood.”

The two of you fell silently after that, the sound of the baby crying and whimpering still seeping through the walls to add to the tension in the room. You swallowed hard as you watched Suga internalize this, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

You couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. You had to, you had to be ready for the absolute worst. If Suga decided that this was a dealbreaker for him... you two could get divorced. It wasn’t the easiest thing to explain to your family but at least you would be able to still get by on your own. The apartment was in both of your names so at least you could split that and maybe you could find a little one bedroom apartment somewhere. You could start over.

It didn’t matter how easy it was to think of how your life would be without him. All the logistics were fine... but when you thought about a life without this man that you loved so dearly... your heart was breaking inside of you.

You felt your body hiccup before you even realized that tears were streaking down your face. Your whole body was getting ready for Suga to get up and leave, tell you he needed to think about this before just breaking things off with you tomorrow morning. Your hands were shaking in your lap, wondering if he would do it now, just rip the bandaid off - what would you do if he did? Where would you go?

Suga’s hand against yours shocked you from your spiralling thoughts, surprised to find him sitting closer to you and his eyes locked on yours in concern, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked you with a furrow in his brow.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered to him quietly. “I... I just don’t want them. I wouldn’t be happy. But I love you so much, Kōshi, and I don’t want you to leave-”

“Leave? Who said anything about leaving?” Suga shook his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I love you, Y/N. Having kids or not having kids doesn’t change any of that. if you say you don’t want kids ever... that’s okay. I guess I just hadn’t thought about what happens if we don’t have kids.” He admitted, brushing away your tears. “But I’m happy as long as I have you, I promise alright? Please don’t cry darling.”

You wanted to stop crying but his words just pulled more tears from your eyes and he tugged you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he insisted, “I love you, baby. Not some unborn kid that doesn’t even exist in your future plan. I love you. I’m sorry I misunderstood what you meant before, I should’ve clarified earlier.”

The two of you sat there for a while, just holding onto each other. You had to talk yourself down from the anxious ledge you had propped yourself on, taking a few breaths to relax and tell yourself that Suga wasn’t leaving you.

“You promise you’re okay with it, Kōshi? I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret it,” you whispered to him as hours passed and the two of you were still sat there.

“I promise, my love,” he smiled, tilting your chin up so you could see him. “If something makes you unhappy, I don’t want to be anywhere near it. All I could possibly love and need, is you.”

You nodded slowly, clinging to him a little more as if worried he might disappear if you didn’t. Sugawara watched as you slowly drifted to sleep, feeling comforted just by holding you close. He watched you just for a moment before bringing you up to your bed and tucking himself in next to you. You were lying beside him, just like ever other night, and you loved him. And that was more enough for him.

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Looking for a Place to Happen 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: Here’s chapter two. Think I’ll probably slow down writing. Appreciate y’all.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: I follow every little whiff

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You gave yourself a day off that week. Rather, the desolation of Birch allowed you an excuse to get away from your desk. An internet outage across the town had you up and wandering the main road just after noon. Your grandmother refused to join you so she was left to her true crime novel and the weekday droning of talk show hosts.

After a peek in the book shop where you picked out some used thrillers for your nan and a guilty splurge on one of Babs' pies to add to the surprise, you stopped by the diner and had some soup to warm up from the unrelenting cold. You played around on your phone as you blindly slurped from your spoon. With no available connection, you swapped candies to achieve a score high enough to get to the next round.

After another loss, you put your screen down and added some pepper to the tomato soup. You leaned your chin in your hand and peered across the road. The Asp was just diagonal from The Chipped Saucer and from your seat by the window you could see the comings and goings of the dingy bar.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the hundreds of comments on your video. You weren't entirely surprised that the internet cheered at the sight of a woman beating up a man in broad daylight, you'd seen much worse on the web. But many were curious and asked about how it started and about the small town alluded to in the caption.

You picked up your phone and flipped open the camera. You pointed it through the glass as one of the many bikers strutted out of the bar and down the street. You knew him, like most in town, he was the leader's right hand man. Steve Rogers. He had an odd gait, rigid with long strides, and you remember Kelly used to make fun of him when you walked home from school. That felt like forever ago.

You ended the video and dropped your phone again. You'd send it to Kelly when the outage was over. It would be a good laugh. Plus, you hadn't heard from her much since she moved to the city.

You finished your soup and paid. You went out into the street and cut around to the backstreets. You made your way back to your nans and found Pippin scratching at the front door. You stopped and scooped him up before you let yourself in.

"Don't like the snow, do ya?" You set him down and he whipped his tail before skittering off, "hey nan, I got you some stuff."

"You spend too much," she grumbled as you hung your coat and grabbed her treats.

"Only on you," you sang as you entered the front room, "sugarless blueberry pie, your fave, and some books about murder and all that freaky stuff you love."

"Hmm," she watched you put the pie and books down on the coffee table, "suppose the pie will go good with tea."

"Ah, and I suppose I'll be making that tea?" You returned.

"My arthritis…" she pouted but her grin came through.

"Yeah, yeah," you snickered as you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle, "we going black today or something lighter?"

"Put on some of the pekoe," she called back, "make a whole pot."

"Will do, ma'am," you trilled and basked in her annoyed mutter.

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When the internet came back, you sent of an email to inform the agency of the interruption and promised to meet your deadlines. Then you puttered around and added a caption to the video before you sent it off to Kelly; 'why he walk like that tho'. She sent a series of crying emojis back and told you to post it.

'Nah, it's a dumb joke.' You typed back.

'Saw ur last vid, ppl will eat it up,' she insisted.

'Well, got nothing else to put up. The account’s dying since no one cares about my writing.'

'DO IT.' Her words sealed your resolve and you uploaded the video with some dramatic music in the background.

The response was almost instantaneous. Several comments saying they were happy to see more and others being for another video. 'We all wanna see inside this fucked up town' one added and several latched on. Ignoring the questions of where this was, you gave a thin promise of future small town thug content.

You turned back to your work email and opened up your draft for your next gig. You couldn't help but smile as you went over your work. You might have just found your niche.

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You knew your nan would lose it if she knew you were snooping around the club, so you didn’t tell her. You went down, made her breakfast, went back upstairs to do your work, then tiptoed out in the late afternoon to poke around town for something to upload. Birch was so dull when you lived there but to those outside, it was a novelty you were all too eager to provide.

You got more videos of the bikers; some revving their bikes, others arguing, but there was nothing overly usable. You were getting bored of it until the man himself walked out of the bar. You record the man’s glower expression as he marched down the sidewalk and turned off just down the way.

‘His name is Bucket… wtf?!’ you keyed in and snorted as you waited for it to load to your account.

Still, there was nothing special going on, like always in Birch, and your grandmother was bound to get suspicious if you kept sneaking around. You went back and hid your phone before she could bitch about it. You cooked her dinner and sat with her as your thoughts swung between work and your TikTok.

You went to bed but couldn’t sleep. You ended up watching YouTube on your phone as the windows shook with the night winds. It wasn’t until the darkness began to glow that you were roused from the cocoon of your comforter. You looked out and saw smoke coming from the main road.

You didn’t think before you pulled on your jeans and shoved your feet into your slipper, unconcerned about them soaking through as you barreled down the stairs, the sleeves of your hoodie only half on. The back door bounced behind you and you crunched down into the snow and clamored past the row of lifeless houses.

You were out of breath as you got to the end of the path and rounded the diner to gape over at the burning garage. You got closer as the line of bikers stood in their leather with breath puffing before them in the frigid night. You stepped back into the shadow of the brick façade of the realty office and swiped your camera open.

Your hands shook and you struggled to steady the image on the screen as the mechanic woman raged in only her tee shirt. You didn’t quite understand what was going on; only that her garage was up in smoke and then men were doing nothing to smother it. She swung at the dark haired man and spat at several others; “cowards”... “fuck all of you!”

You gulped and held your breath as she was dragged away by the large redheaded henchman of the slender outsider. She fought for a moment before she was flung over his shoulder and the biker followed their leader back to The Asp. You sidled in between the building and hid until the voices faded into the wind.

Well, that would be a hell of a video. It might even go viral.

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Your phone did not stop. You almost felt bad as you saw the screen limn the edges of your cell as you left it face down on the little table beside the couch. Your nan sat in her rocking chair talking away on her corded phone to Linette from down the road. You suspected that every other person in town was gossiping about the same thing; the fire.

You finished your coffee and rubbed your eyes as you checked the time and ignored the pulsing notifications. It was too much to keep up with.

Your grandmother hung up and sighed, “can’t believe it. You hear?”

“Hear what?” you pretended ignorance.

“That old garage burned down. The one with the lady,” she said, “pity. When I was a girl, that place was a salon. Ma used to take us there to get our hair cut. The barber would give us wrapped candies and pretend to cut himself with his scissors.”

“Oh? It burned down?” you weren’t sure you were very convincing but you also could just say you saw it happen.

“Yep, no one really can say. You know, maybe she was welding or some rag caught, but I bet my money on those bikers,” she sneered.

“Good thing you’re poor,” you kidded, “and why the bikers?”

“Oh, well, you know Kimmy, Linette’s girl, works down at the diner and she saw that mechanic arguing with one of those strangers, the ones dealing with the club men. Well, it’s no coincidence that trouble follows those leather jackets around,” she rocked as she nodded knowingly, “oh, one of the boys I knew back in the day, he was found burnt up with his bike. They said the tank blew… well, I saw it and that tank was pristine.”

“Nan,” you gasped, “you… Jesus.”

“Well, things don’t change in Birch, we just get older,” she continued, “when you’re young, everything seems new but then you age and it’s all just the same.”

“Wow, how… inspiring,” you said dryly.

“Girlie, you gotta be careful,” she intoned, “that fire, that’s a lesson to all the women in this town. To everyone. You don’t cross the Commandos.”

“I don’t think anyone--”

“That’s another thing, there has never been a shortage of stupid people, not now not then,” she girded, “those women who get tied up in that club, their lives are already done.”

You frowned and hid your phone in your pocket as you stood. You rubbed your neck and picked up your empty mug, “I should get started.”

“Mmm,” she said as she dialed the phone again, “I wonder if Fran knows yet.”

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You were being really fucking stupid but peer pressure was not a logical thing. Even through a screen, you found it hard to resist the goads. So there you were, your phone in your hand as you live-streamed your walk down to The Asp. The data costs alone would make you regret it but you were caught up in the hype of you fifteen second of internet fame.

“Alright,” you stopped across the street and gave a view of the moniker with Cleopatra sultrily looking down at you, “this is it… I just gotta play it cool…” you turned the lens towards you and smiled nervously, “hopefully that dude at the front doesn’t stop me.”

Comments flicked up the bottom of the screen so fast and smilies and hearts floated up the side around your face. You crossed the screen as you turned your phone against your coat and approached the bar door. The large biker butted out his smoke and you bared your teeth nervously. He didn’t stop you as he rolled his shoulders and coughed.

You entered to the noise of classic rock and low voices, the clink of glasses and tap of chalk on marble. You glanced around and quickly swept your phone around to give a view of the patrons. You hurried over to the bar and climbed up on a stool.

“You need a drink?” the woman behind the bar scowled. She looked worn out even with her lips painted bright pink and her eyes clouded with blue shadow.

“Uh, sure, can I… can I get one pint of everything you have on tap?” you asked as you set your phone down and shrugged out of your coat. You draped it over the next stool and reposition your phone as you flipped the cam and used the built in stand on the case to angle yourself onto the screen.

“Sure,” she narrowed her eyes and glanced past you.

You swung your feet as you waited for her to pour the five pints; some with too much foam and the others with no head at all. You took the first and held it up for the camera.

“A classic, BudLight,” you held it up to the light, “no head and…” you sipped, “flat.” You plunked it down and coughed as you grabbed the next, “this is a raddler?” you looked at the tap for confirmation, “grapefruit… smells like piss…” you had a sip, “tastes like it too.”

You chuckled to yourself and asked for a water. You made a show of swishing it around in your mouth before you moved onto the third beer.

“Had to cleanse the palate,” you joked, “now… lots of foam on this one, dark. You know, I’m pretty surprised they have Guinness here but let’s see…” you tasted it and crinkled your nose, “that’s it. Exactly like toilet water!”

You read some of the comments telling you to check the bottles for bugs and laughed. Suddenly you were yanked off the stool by the back of your shirt and your phone was swiped up by another man as the first restrained you. You struggled against his thick arm as it hooked around your neck and the leader of their crew stared at the screen of your cell.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled as he hit the screen with his thumb but the stream kept going. He dropped the phone to the floor and stomped it instead.

“This is the bitch posting about us online,” the man at your back growled. It was Steve, the one with the weird walk.

“I doubt either of you know how to use a computer,” you scoffed, “hey, let me go.”

“And why would we do that when you’re snitching to the whole world, sweetheart?” Bucky kicked your phone away as he crossed his arms.

“Actually, I’m--” you grasped Steve’s arm as it threatened to get tighter, “--promoting your trash business. I was just having a tasting, if you had just asked--”

“Shut up!” Bucky stepped closer and brought your legs up and stopped him as you planted your feet against his stomach.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice came from behind the bar as the waitress shoved aside her empty tray, “hey, she’s just a kid.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky huffed, “she looks full-grown to me.”

“So what are you gonna do?” she said, “she’s young. You can’t--”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he snapped.

“She’s right,” another voice intoned and that man, Sam, came up beside them with a pool cue in hand, “she’s just goofing around.”

“She’s a rat,” Steve insisted.

“You’re being dramatic. It’s called a meme and you do walk a little strange,” he chuckled, “no one’s gonna follow her breadcrumbs back to this shithole anyway.”

Bucky considered Sam and then looked at Steve. He poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth.

“So… you vouching for her?” Bucky asked.

“She won’t cause any more trouble, promise,” Sam said, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“You better,” Bucky snapped his fingers and you were released, “get her out of here.”

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MCYT subway au Part 3 because I’m a sucker for attention and the 2 ppl who made part 1 and 2 noticed me

Holiday Shift

- Everybody who works on the holiday gets double. Those that can’t work have to put their name on a list. Lowest entries and those that don’t enter need to work the shift. It’s Phil’s idea don’t ask

- George is the first to put his name there but Sapnap skribbles it out and makes sure everybody else gets their name in first. It’s his punishment for leaving Dream and him alone for rush hour when Karl was sick. Dream wasn’t all that mad but Sapnap Will Not let that shit slide

- Tommy gladly takes the oppertunity to not have to spend the entire day awkwardly hugging relatives and being told to keep their elbows off the table. Convinces Tubbo to join them, supposedly for the Money

- Dream: “So Karl did you put your name on the list yet?” Karl: “What list??”

- Shift staffing: George, Tubbo, Tommy and Karl

- George becomes the reluctant babysitter of what feels like three kids

- “Karl stop WASTING the bread we NEED THAT.”

- Tommy is told to go pull what they need for monday out of the freezer. Tubbo offers to come with him and holds his hand the entire time. They’re best friends your honor. Tommy promises Tubbo to make it up to him

- George does about 60% of the work on a four person shift. Swears to murder Sapnap on sight. Probably slaps a pastry in his face later

Promotion pt. 4: Taking Over

- Tommy begs Techno to join in support of Wilbur. Techno reluctantly agrees because he can’t really say no to Tommy and because he doesn’t really want to become manager anyway (too much paperwork and he’s fixating on the origins of vedgetables)

- Tommy now adds #WilburForManager to his pogway stickers. Wilbur is also reluctantly Growing Soft in face of Tommy’s undying support

- Nobody knows why, but Quackity has the unspoken ability to make Schlatt give him sick leave or remove him from shift?? All Quackity has to do is point to his phone and give Schlatt a smug Look.

- Ppl are suspicious but really Quackity just has a video of Schlatt kissing a baby kitten in the face and talking to it in a high pitched soft voice

- Wilbur needs to visit extended family and leaves for 2 weeks. The day before he leaves is surprisingly light-hearted and Wilbur admits that Schlatt isn’t the worst manager imaginable. He lets them waste things sometimes and has yet to give anybody a cut for not showing up to a shift

- Dream can’t openly go against Schlatt, silently wishing he’d just put the milk in The Right Spot before his shift. But no. It never is. It’s always somewhere else. Always.

- Schlatt continues to place things in slightly different places than they belong and following his whim more than the rules. One time he didn’t order the dark chocolate cakes they sell because “Who likes those anyway”

- Phil is there more often to make sure Wilbur’s work is covered. The war continues to rage in stolen glares and misplaced ingredients.

- Bad and Skeppy are slowly genuinely growing concerned, watching the whole thing go down like a movie.

Promotion pt. 5: Adopted On Sight

- Schlatt tells Tubbo he’s doing great One Time because he literally saved Schlatt’s ass from being fired for the whole cakes thing by biking it to the nearest store that sells them and getting some

- Tubbo will now follow Schlatt around to ask him how he’s doing, if he did everything right, if he needs any help, how his morning went so far

- Schlatt does Not Know how to handle Tubbo and suddenly wishes for Wilbur to just Come Back and Take His Kid. Tubbo wishes him a good morning and good night every single day. How is he supposed to keep up his tough old man appearance like this

- Tommy is still on Wilbur’s side and purposefully makes Schlatt’s life just a little more difficult. Small pranks. Stickers on the cakes, wasting them. Writing #TommySupremacy on the sandwhich wraps with markers while nobody is looking. Taking 4 chairs to the back to stack them on top of eachother and stand on them to reach the ceiling. Being the teenager he is.

- Tubbo think it’s funny and that’s the main thing keeping him going really

- Schlatt confronts Tommy but with no results. He turns to Phil to ask him what to do and Phil is like, you don’t do anything. That’s just Tommy for you. Usually Wilbur keeps him occupied with the Dreamon hunting and now he has too much free time

- Quackity is using the blackmail more and more. Does he even work here anymore? When was the last time anybody saw him apart from looting the expired sodas? He’s the only one who can order avocados on a spanish site online that don’t cost their weight in gold

- But as it tends to be with good friends, Schlatt knows the amount of blackmail he has is enough to fill everybody’s need for drama here for the rest of the year. Also he can’t say no to Quackity

- Fundy recieves yet another apology card from Wilbur from Ireland, a whole postcard with a picture attached and a little doodle of a fox. He finally caves and forgives him, now refusing to do Schlatt’s work anymore.

- Dream is Popping Off. Nobody can stop him from working once he starts. He’s 2 months ahead on Literally Everything. Somebody help him

Promotion pt. 6: The Finale I promise

- Wilbur returns! Schlatt is THIS close to throwing in the towel

- Tubbo says he wants another sleepover, wanting to de-escalate the whole manager war. Tommy has to stay true to his promise in the freezer and they convince Wilbur together. Techno was on board before they even asked

- Unbeknowedst to them, the Dream Team + Karl wanted to stay in that night as well to sabotage Schlatt

- Both groups stare at eachother in confusion at first

-They combine their resources to figure out a way to sabotage Schlatt. Dream is growing increasingly quiet and unsure while Tommy stares at The Adults with dissapointment. Tubbo tries to get a word in about how Schlatt isn’t That Bad but they all yell over him. “The milk, Tubbo! Why can’t he put the milk back like a normal person!”

- Eventually Tommy pulls out his bravery and tells everyone to Shut Up

- Everyone stares at eachother

-Tommy: “How come you guys yelling over bullying somebody out of their work sounds less mature than when my literal nephews are screaming at eachother over 10 year old pokemon cards??“

- The adults stare at eachother even harder

- Dream shyly clears his throat. “From an outsider perspective, you know, uh, I should probably be fired for plotting against a fellow manager-“

- Wilbur finally finds his tongue. “Maybe this wasn’t the most... mature idea.”

- Everybody carefully agrees to apologize to schlatt and never speak of this again. Tommy has unknowingly gotten a lot more pranking rights

- They spend the rest of the night organizing the storage, hunting Dreamon, Dream telling them about that one time he ate a living frog, and taking turns playing some free racing game on Karl’s switch

- Lots of laughter, return to their shifts the next day

- They wait for Schlatt to come in to work and pull him to the back. Only Bad and Skeppy are already allowed inside while they keep the doors locked for anybody else

- Dream issues a formal apology to him and tells him everything, and Wilbur jockingly mentions they were really close to pouring food coloring into his rubber gloves as they try to laugh it off

- Schlatt stares at them

- “You know what? I quit. I don’t want to be the manager anymore. I feel like the dad of lord knows how many kids. Phil is some kind of angel. Wilbur please adopt Tubbo and Tommy again, as long as our store isn’t on fire I’m never going to complain about them ever again. Dream you might wanna phone Quackity.”

Insiders

- After a good, short era of peace within the establishment, the Drama Bois are getting bored and latching onto new things

- The bets on whether Skeppy and Bad are a couple or not are getting ever higher, especially as they’ve started letting them behind the counter. They figured out pretty quickly that they’re officially not together, but that just makes the betting all the more exciting. Do they like eachother? Are they hiding it? Are they just really good friends? Are they THAT oblivious or just really good at covering it up??

- Bad especially becomes good friends with Dream, George and Sapnap, and yet they’re all just as split as everyone else on whether he likes Skeppy or not

- Bad pretends to be but is in fact not oblivious to this at all

- Dream especially will often tell them they’re being VERY close to eachother or how cute they are next to eachother, revelling in teasing his friend, especially as Bad will sometimes start to get flustered while Skeppy manages to somehow stay 100% cool

- One day when a middle aged white woman is extremely unhappy with her order she starts talking down on George about being uneducated, and too clumsy for being useful at all, and how they should fire him. George asks her if he should just get the manager and she gladly agrees, only for Dream to swoop out of a back room, a good head taller than her, and sternly tell her if she can’t treat employees like human beings then he will ban her from the establishment immedietly. The woman stutters, takes her order and leaves, cursing something as she goes.

- Bad and Skeppy were sitting at a table nearby quietly the entire time, and Bad has this a-little-too-wide smile on his face.

- Dream murmurs something about having to go, but the seeds are planted. The idea has bloomed. Bad is ready to get his teasing revenge.

- Just as they’re closing, George puts away the milk that Dream left on the counter, telling Dream that he’s putting it away. Bad: “Wow George, that’s so thoughtful of you!” George: “???”

- Dream, softly telling George he can go home earlier and he’ll take the rest of the shift so George can catch up on sleep: “It’s okay, just go. I’ve got this.”

- Bad, just as George left, slurping his milkshake innocently while Wilbur and Sapnap are in earshot: “Awww, Dream! That was SO nice of you!”

- Dream, knowing exactly what this is for: “I’m just... nice to my friends!“

- Bad: “Really?! How many times do you let Sapnap go home earlier?” Sapnap: “You let George go earlier AGAIN?” Wilbur, having waited his entire life for someone to finally notice this: “George is getting so much favored treatment, Dream. But you’re really just good friends, right?“

- If looks could kill they’d all be dead at that point. Especially Bad, who continues slurping his milkshake as the chaos unfolds and Dream knows there’s no escape

@labbyyyyy @karlljacobs

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