#ALSO THE FIRST PIC WITH THE THREE OF THEM SO OUT OF PLACE CAUSE THE COLORS ARE SO BRIGHT

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☆₊⊹✮ three plus one ୭˚. !!

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| tags : jess mariano x reader, gender neutral reader, established relationship, 5+1 trope (except it's 3+1), fluff, kind of angsty but with a happy ending.

| description : three times you say 'i love you,' and the one time jess finally says it back. 1.8k words.

| author's note : had this thought at like 3am last night and i just had to write it! also why it so hard to find jess in red dude. i've found like three pics of him wearing red, might have to just throw in a random jess pic between two red pics and hope it looks good. if you find any typos or grammatical errors, please point them out! i hope you enjoy the fic, let me know what you thought of it :)

the first time you say 'i love you', it's no big deal.

you're both laying on your bed, limbs tangled together and lips locked. it's late ─ or rather, it's really early, the digital clock on your bedside table showing that it's a quarter to five.

a nightmare had woken jess up which in turn had woke you up, and when you saw your poor boyfriend with his eyebrows scrunched and looking upset, you couldn't help but try to kiss him better.

your hand slowly rubs his back as you kiss him ever so sweetly. he feels tense under your fingers, muscles clenched from the stress of his nightmare.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you whisper between kisses. he holds you tighter and makes a noise that's somewhere between a grumble and a whine, indicating that he does not want to talk about it.

"no," he responds, barely pulling away to speak. he doesn't want to stop kissing you, not even to talk. though with a gentle push to his chest, jess peels himself off you, almost pouting.

"it's whatever. i don't wanna think about it." he says, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt to distract himself.

you know how jess is with this kind of stuff, with all the mushy, emotional stuff. even though the two of you have been together for over a year, he still struggles with opening up and talking about these things sometimes. you're okay with that.

with that, you go back to kissing. it's not passionate or teasing like most of your kisses are, it's soft and careful and loving, everything jess needs right now.

"i love you."

those three words that neither of you have ever dared to say before seems so natural right now. so perfect, so right.

you don't need jess to say it back. you simply wanted to put it out there that you love him. those three words were to let jess know that you're here, always, ready to comfort him after a nightmare and kiss him as softly as he needs.

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the second time you say 'i love you', it's through fits of laughter.

jess' hand grabs your ankle as you try to place your foot on the blue circle, causing you to fall flat on your face.

"jess!" you guffaw, laughing as you try to return to your original position, only for you to slip and fall once more.

how you'd managed to get jess to agree to a game of twister is a mystery, but you're starting to think it was a bad idea considering how much he cheats.

he smiles down at you with that signature cheeky grin of his and slides his hands upward, slipping his hand under your shirt. his deft fingers dance along your waist and tickle you mercilessly.

"stop, stop!" you plead between giggles, wriggling like a worm on the plastic mat. "jess, c'mon! quit it!"

you thrash and squirm, cackling the whole time. he doesn't let up even at the risk of being kicked or hit. you accidentally whack jess and he laughs, falling onto his back beside you.

"you really are ticklish," jess says with a laugh, rolling onto his side to look at you.

"you're lucky i didn't punch you," you glance over at jess and kick your foot out slightly, bumping him in the shin. "i don't like you anymore. you're a cheater."

he laughs more when you pout and cross your arms over your chest, stubbornly staring at the ceiling as you refuse to make eye contact with him.

"you don't like me anymore? that's rude."

"yeah, well, cheating at twister is rude."

you bicker back and forth like children for a few minutes before you eventually concede, letting out a hefty, over the top sigh.

"fine. i still like you," you huff. "i love you, actually. even if you are a cheater."

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the third time you say 'i love you,' it's after being apart.

it's not often that you and jess are apart, but when you are, it feels like decades, time dragging on and on until you're together again. he had left for new york only a week ago and you've been miserable ever since, sulking around town and dragging your feet.

luke had tried to cheer you up with free food and extra cups of coffee. miss patty and babette offered to go and drag the boy back by his ear. nothing seemed to fix your sombre attitude.

the daily texts you got from jess were nice. you got pictures of the hotdog he had for lunch everyday, or a random fat pigeon, or a cd cover he thought was cool. they cheered you up a bit.

but no amount of cute texts and phone calls could replace having him next to you. gosh, you're hopeless.

what are you going to do when you go off to college, you'd ask yourself multiple times a day. you can't handle being away from jess for one week, lord knows how you'll survive being away from him for even longer.

you're being extremely clingy and overdramatic, yes, but that's just in your nature as jess mariano's number one fan.

when he finally returns home after a lifetime of being gone (aka 7 days,) you're buzzing with excitement. you practically leap off the bench when the bus pulls into stars hollow's one and only bus stop, watching intently as the bus doors open with a hiss and jess steps out.

"i missed you!" you exclaim as you jump into jess' arms, forcing him to drop all his bags. you pepper kisses all over his face like a military spouse welcoming home their soldier after deployment.

"i was gone for a week," he scoffs out a laugh and wraps his arms around you. "i went to new york, not 'nam. calm down."

"same thing, basically," you mumble between kisses before finally pressing one long, loving one to jess' lips. you both melt against each other, sighing happily into the kiss. "i missed you. i love you, don't ever leave again. i'll die."

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the one time jess says 'i love you,' it's in the pouring rain.

whenever you and jess fight, there's only two ways it'll end. option one: you'll both get a grip and apologise for whatever it was that made you argue in the first place. you'll come to an agreement and all will be well.

or, option two: the silent treatment will ensue. you'll avoid each other for days on end despite the fact that it's pretty hard to avoid someone in a tiny town like stars hollow. he'll stare at you longingly, and you'll stare back. neither of you will apologise.

eventually one of you will get sick of being apart (most of the time, it's you,) and you'll kiss and make up. no apologies, no 'sorry for being an idiot,' just a quick peck on the lips and you two act like everything is fine.

that is in no way healthy and you both know that, especially now. you'd fought over something stupid, jess' jealousy and your stubbornness clashing, and now you're giving him the silent treatment to end all silent treatments.

you wish you'd pull yourself together and just apologise, but you've begun to get sick of being the one to fix the issues all the time. you wish jess would man up and come apologise.

he can be the one to come crawling back this time, not you.

through the front glass of luke's diner, you watch jess wipe down tables, taking his sweet time. he looks... sad, like a kicked puppy, big brown eyes all wet and downcast.

it tugs at your heartstrings. as much as you're mad at him, he's still your boyfriend, the man you love. you hate to see him looking so sad.

the wind picks up and the rain gets heavier as you stand there, watching jess sluggishly clean the diner. you should go in, you know that, but your feet seem cemented to the pavement, preventing you from doing anything aside from looking.

as if he can sense someone watching him, he looks up and locks eyes with you, eyes widening as he drops the rag he was using and damn near bolts to the door, wrenching it open.

"hey!" jess calls out to you, grimacing as he gets hit in the face by a particularly large droplet of rain. you ignore him and walk off quickly.

"really? you're still ignoring me?" he sounds annoyed, though that's how he's been sounding to everyone recently. "yeah. real mature, angel."

you can't bite back a scoff at his sarcastic comment. you're being immature? gosh, this man and his attitude drive you crazy sometimes.

"i'm being immature?" you repeat, stopping dead in your tracks and turning to face jess. "and you're just perfect then? super polite, no rudeness at all?"

you've got him there. he doesn't respond and you keep walking, feet taking you somewhere, anywhere, that is away from jess, even if that means you'll have to walk through the heavy rain.

"i'm talking to you." jess follows after you. it'd be easier for him to just turn around and walk back into the diner and go back to ignoring you. but he doesn't want to ignore you anymore and he doesn't want you to ignore him either.

he lets out an irritated noise and runs a hand through his hair, pushing away the slick black strands stuck to his forehead. as much as he acts angry and irritated by this whole situation, deep down it really is eating him up, hurting him more than you realise.

the rain hammers down, drenching the two of you from head to toe.

"angel. angel." a hand closes around your wrist and prevents you from walking any further. "stop. please."

he really looks like a kicked puppy now, soaked and shivering in the cold.

"i know i'm an asshole, alright? this is my fault so i shouldn't be complaining." he keeps his hand around your wrist out of fear that you'll run off again but loosens his grip slightly, more afraid of hurting you than anything else.

"i suck. you hate me. that's fine," that's wrong, you don't hate him, but jess seems to think so. "don't ignore me though. please. i can handle everybody else doing it, but not you."

rarely is jess so outright with his feelings. usually he tells you things in the dead of night, whispers secrets in your ears because he knows no one is around to hear it. but right now, he doesn't care who hears it. he knows how this town is, people are probably watching but he doesn't care about them.

"i-" jess starts, struggling to get his words out. "i... i love you. i love you. and i'm sorry, so quit ignoring me."

your eyes widen and you can't help but smile. you've been waiting to hear those words from jess' lips for so long.

"okay," you say softly, nodding. "i'm sorry too." jess pulls you into a hug before you can say anything else and holds you tight, desperate to hug you. he presses a kiss to the top of your head and whispers those three special words again, only for you and no one else.

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Hi I saw you wanted requests for older!eddie/sugar daddy!eddie and I have ideas! It’s a little sad so I’m sorry about that. Happy ending tho!

I can picture Eddie looking for a sugar baby because he’s had so much trouble with women in the past. He was always an outcast and he has a hard time believing someone wants to spend time with him. You’d been friendly (maybe like coworkers or neighbors) and when he offers the arrangement at first your like “you don’t need to pay me to spend time with you I like you” and you help him see how wonderful he is and show him how attractive he is.

Or alternatively (and way more smutty), you match on a sugar daddy/sugar baby site or chatroom or whatever and you and him have crazy good chemistry and then when you send him pics he’s like- holy shit it’s you the girl he’s been crushing on forever. Or maybe he doesn’t know you irl and the reader is a cam girl and Eddie pays for private zoom calls and you’re so surprised cause omg this client is so hot.

cw: MDNI (18+) Eddie receives a handjob, age gap (reader is 25 and Eddie is 40)

Eddie’s definitely the first to admit that he doesn’t have great luck in the dating department. He’s been on more dates than he can count, but for whatever reason, it never goes past more than one.

He doesn’t get it. He’s got the money and he thought the ladies loved that kind of thing. He’s even offered to buy them whatever they want, but that never seems to work as they often think he’s just flashing his wealth at them.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. He’s not asking for much either. He just wants someone who he can spend time with, someone he can spoil because he’s got more money that he knows what do with.

So when Steve and Robin suggest that he become a sugar daddy, he immediately thinks that’s the answer. It seems like the perfect arrangement. He gets what he wants and there’s no actual attachment. He just doesn’t know who he’d offer it up to.

When he sees you at your desk when he heads to his office, he decides you’re the perfect candidate. He’s constantly heard you complain about your financial situation to other girls in the building and has even seen you eyeing an expensive bag on your computer when he’s passed your desk.

He’s nervous when he finds you in the elevator on Monday morning. He was hoping at least a few extra minutes, but he supposes that this is as good a place as any since it’s just the two of you and no one is there to possibly eavesdrop.

You greet him politely like you always do and he greets you back in his awkward manner and then the rest of the ride to the top floor is quiet, so much so that you could definitely hear a pin drop.

He’s staring at you and he knows it’s creepy, but he can’t help it. You’re just so pretty in your dress pants and blazer, your makeup done so flawlessly. You always look so professional for work and he admires that about you.

He’d by lying if he said that he didn’t have a tiny crush on you. Okay, huge. The second you stepped foot into his office to interview for the position last year, he was taken aback by you. Not only did he think you were beautiful, but he also admired how smart and funny you were. So you were attractive and completely qualified for the position. Surely there had to be a catch in there somewhere, but there wasn’t. Your were just perfect.

But he hasn’t told anybody. He can’t. So he just bottles up his feelings and only lets them out with a sock and bottle of lotion when he gets home. He knows you probably (definitely) be grossed out by that so he doesn’t do it nearly as much anymore, just when he really needs the release.

Eddie’s not the most social person. In fact, the three years you’ve been working for the company, he can easily count on his hand how many times you’ve had a conversation that wasn’t about work. Sure, at first, you were an intern on an entirely different floor so he never saw you, but now he sees you five days a week so what’s his excuse?

What he doesn’t know, which is surprising since you’ve tried to make it very obvious, is that you like him too. And why wouldn’t you? Not only is he hot and a very rich CEO of a company, but he’s also so intelligent. You can see it when you listen to him during meetings. You’re supposed to be taking notes, and you do, sometimes, but really, most times you’re scribbling “y/n Munson” onto the page like a school girl. You’re so in love with him that sometimes, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

He’s beginning to think that’s maybe this is a bad idea, wondering if he should just find a sugar baby online. He’s older than you by fifteen years and he’s also your boss which wouldn’t look so good. But he’s speaking before he can stop himself so there’s no going back now.

“I have a proposition for you,” he says and you turn to him in confusion, your eyebrows furrowing.

“And what would that be?” You ask and you can see that he’s visibly nervous. He talks to so many celebrities on the daily and you’re the one who makes him nervous? That has never made sense to you.

“You can absolutely say no, but I just wanted to offer it up to you if you’re interested.” Now your interest is piqued. Is finally going to ask you to fuck him like you’ve been fantasizing about for years?

“What is it, Mr. Munson?” God, why does you calling him that always make him so fucking hard?

You’re looking at him with concern now, your hand on his shoulder as you step closer, so close that if he moves just a few inches, he could-no, he’s definitely not doing that.

“I-well-as you know, I have a lot of money.” You laugh at that. He’s one of the richest men in the world, of course he has money.

“Right,” you nod, wanting him to proceed. You’re on the edge of your seat, desperate to know what he wants to ask you and why he won’t just come out and say it.

“And it’s come too much for me to handle so I need someone to spend it on, a companion.”

“Okay,” you drag out the word, still unsure as to why he’s telling you this. You’re just his assistant.

“And I’d like that someone to be you.” Your eyes widen at his words. Surely you didn’t hear him right. There’s no way that he wants to give you some of his money. That just doesn’t make any sense. “I can provide you with anything you want or need. Rent? Done. Clothes, shoes, even if you just want some extra cash. But in return, I would like you to spend time with me.”

You’re staring at him like he’s got three heads so he’s quick to backtrack. He really doesn’t want to upset you. “But that’s not a requirement. If you just want the money-“

“Mr. Munson, that is so generous,” you cut him off, your other hand moving up to his other bicep as you step even closer, pulling him forward as you bring your lips to his ear. “But you don’t have to pay me to spend with you. I already like you.” You press a lingering kiss to his cheek then flee the elevator as the doors open.

He’s following you, hurrying to catch up with you. Instead of heading to your desk, though, you’re entering his office, looking back at him with a flirty look.

You open the door and hold it for him before letting it slam closed and locking it. When you turn, he’s all the way across the room, trying to make sense of what’s happening, but he just can’t.

He’s loosened his tie and his hair is even more of a mess than it usually is. You make your way over to him, taking him by the hands and pulling to you and wrapping his arms around your waist while your hands wind into his hair, giving his scalp and little scratch before pulling his head forward. Your lips slowly press to his and he gasps into your mouth before slowly melting into you.

You’re kissing him hungrily and he’s matching your energy as this is something that the two of you have wanted for so long. It’s everything you could have imagined and more, his lips just as soft as you had pictured.

Your tongue quickly swipes along his bottom lip as you push him against the window. He lets you inside and can’t stop himself from moaning. You swear you’re to come just from hearing it and once you press your body to his, you can see he’s already one step ahead on you as you feel his rock hard cock pressing against you.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” You ask and he whines, unable to get the words come out of his mouth as he nods enthusiastically.

You hurry over to his desk and look through his drawers until you find a bottle of lotion that you’re sure if for the exact purpose to lucky you. You then unbuckle his pants and pull them and his underwear down, his rock hard cock coming into view. You pump some of the lotion into your hand then go to town, pumping his his cock hard as he pressed himself even harder against the window, trying to grab onto whatever he can as a loud moan falls from his lips.

You slap your free hand over his mouth and his eyes flutter shut as pleasure courses through him. He’s sure he’s going to come any second.

“That’s it. Just like that,” you encourage him. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll clean you up.” He mumbles something against your hand and before you’re about to ask him what it is, there’s a loud knock at the door, the two of you staring at it in fear as you pull away quickly, letting Eddie put his pants back.

“We can continue this at my place tonight,” you wink. “I’ll message you my address, okay?”

“Okay,” he nods as you make your way to the door as Eddie heads towards his desk, sitting behind it to hide is still very hard cock.

You unlock and open the door and sure enough, Steve is standing on the other side of it, looking between you and Eddie curiously. As you head out of the office with your head low to hide your smile, all Steve can think about is how he owes Robin twenty dollars.

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[jo-com]

🎧₊ ꪆৎ ˚⋆. ➛ The other Woman

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mieux

Summary: You’ve grown tired of the baseless rumors that you’re ‘the third party’— worst part is, Charles and Alex doesn’t defend you.

Genre: A little SMAU, Angst, Poly established relationship

Fc: Alexa Demie

Note: there are some grammar errors and this is not proofread also I figured i do an angsty fiction bcs i always write about fluff and just wanted to switch things up! Hope you enjoy thiis!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist. (Part 2)

─────── ─ ⋆˚࿔☕️ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆─ ���──────

Your heart clenched from sorrow as you scrolled further down the comment section— a mixed of different emotions coursing through your mind stream, making your heart and head throb with the growing pain.

Every hurtful banters went straight through your heart, as if they were knives; stabbing you in the most gruesome way.

The tears that you tried to held back is now pushing their way out of your eyelids, ready for them to fall down your porcelain cheeks.

As you red more— the feeling of discomfort subdued your thoughts and was in need of comforting.

So that’s what you did. Finding comfort in something or someone.

You hurriedly exited twitter with shaky hands and went straight to your contacts, ready to find the three of your’s group chat.

Expecting them to make your heart at ease and say nothing but endless affirmations.

…

➛ Message

…

Or so you thought.

You let out a heavy sigh— the stinging sensation in your chest won’t stop and was aching even more with each words that they replied with.

The hurt in your heart caused your pent up tears to pour down your cheeks, making a stream of profound sadness evident in your complexion.

You didn’t get why they were like that to you, i mean they did care even if it were a little, but saying that you’re overreacting is just crossing the line. If it were about them, they’d be all over the place. Things really are just different when it comes to you.

As those thoughts clouded your mind— the fear of being abandoned popped up. Planting an uneasy feeling grow deep in your heart.

…

The following days, you’ve avoided them like the plague— canceling their calls and making excuses whenever they ask you to go out, dismissing them with your lame transparent reasons.

But they didn’t buy it and kept on chatting you in all of your social media accounts.

Even after flooding your messages they still wouldn’t stop, and the same goes with your feelings. The hurt will always stay and keep on following you.

Those days also got you to rethink whether or not your important and do they even have a place for you in their heart. Earning a lot of sleepless days and silent cries; all alone in your own embrace.

The only two person who’ve known about your messy state were lily and alex.

Unlike the two, they were nothing but supportive and was giving you the comfort you needed in the first place. You wished that Alex and Charles was like that;

…

But instead of mopping around all weak, you’ve decided to take Lily’s offer in going out.

Unbeknownst to your two lovers of your whereabouts— still hurt from your previous conversation.

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Miss.yn

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Miss.yn Out of sight, out of mind💋

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Username1 ATE THAT DRESS UPP

Lilymhe just wow🤤🤤

Miss.yn Love yaa!!

Username2 they could never make me hate u!!

Francisca.cgomes invites when??

Miss.yn Next time, i promise

Francisca.cgomes 🙄🙄🙄

Lilymhe i wanna go again😢

Miss.yn I know u miss me already🤭

Lilymhe i always do though??

Alex_albon weirdo.

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After posting your pics and not even 30 minutes have passed when you’ve received countless text messages of Alex and Charles.

…

After that, your whole world seem to be falling apart.

You couldn’t even count the days where you just laid in bed and only stared at the ceiling waiting for the hours to past.

Neither Alex and Charles chatted you after. Leaving a big hole in your heart— a hole that only they can fill.

The break up was a stupid idea but it was either that or stay with a relationship that doesn’t value your feelings. They’ve hurted you, not physically but emotionally and you had every right to be angry.

You just wished that they said something to even comfort your tearing heart.

That’s all you wanted from the start. Words of affirmation and comfort from the ones you love.

Was it too much to ask?

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Hi i am back, sorry for not posting in a while, i really had this writers block that just couldn’t leave😓😓 hope you enjoyed this angst though!!

[munchhmm]

Back To You Part Two

part one and request here! this trilogy is gonna be the death of me :’) pun intended hehe

Pairings: Sanji x F!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death

Word count: About 1.5k

Credit to @cafekitsune for dividers! first pic is mine

Another platted meal sat untouched on the counter, no one dared trying to eat the meals Sanji cooked in your honor during the days following the presumed death. The air was heavy, everyone could feel the guilt radiating off of the blond cook as he hunched over a pan with tears streaming down his face.

The mission was supposed to be simple, sit at a bar and act innocent while asking around for intel, sadly the enemy had different plans. After only about forty five minutes of drinks and quiet flirting between you and Sanji, a large raging fire erupted behind the counter, causing an explosion that only a few escaped from.

Sanji woke hours later in his bed at the local inn, immediately sitting up to look for you. That’s when Nami broke the news, the search after the fire was put out showed no signs of you, no body, no teeth or hair, nothing. The tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to make sense of the situation, putting a puzzle together he wasn’t even sure he had all the pieces for.

Three full days of looking around the wreckage and the whole of the small island himself with no sleep eventuality caused Sanji to become extremely exhausted, his own wounds from the fire not helping the situation.

Still he pushed forward, leaving no stone unturned, asking every local he can find with a million pictures of you and him together over the years tucked under his arm. Luffy came to force Sanji to rest after the third day, worried about his crew mates wellbeing but also understanding the grief he feels, because everyone else was devastated as well, never as much as your boyfriend was though.

Multiple different meals scattered the counter, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single one being a favorite meal of yours, going cold as the minutes and hours pass. Sanji stares at them with red rimed eyes, imagining how bright your smile was that night, how you were always the most beautiful person in the world, he remembers the date he promised to take you on after the mission was complete, something romantic just for the two of you. The idea of never being able to fulfill his promise makes his stomach drop lower than he thought possible, so even if you couldn’t share this date with him physically, he was going to make sure you felt it spiritually.

The air was cool, breeze a bit stronger than the previous nights, Sanji thought for a moment maybe that was a sign, but tried to push the hopeful idea out as he set up the small table just outside the inn with beautiful decorations. Your favorite flowers, the dish set Sanji bought because the small ribbons etched along the edges made him think of you, and one pink taper candle placed in the middle.

Two glasses of wine sit on either side of the table, two plates of untouched food along with them. Sanji stares off in front of him, where you should be. Where you always have been, and now the realization you never will again sets in. The tears flow once more, uncontrollable, his heart aches in the worst way possible and the world around him might as well crumble to pieces. What was there left for him now that you were gone? There will never be anyone to compete with you, there will never be another woman in his life. He made that decision the moment you went missing, never dreaming of putting his heart and soul into someone who wasn’t you.

“Our last date, my love… I hope you’re enjoying it, wherever you are.” His words come out hoarse, tears now fully blocking the view in front of him. The pain was overwhelming, the last date. Why did it come to this? Why did it have to be you?

Seconds felt like hours in Sanjis mind, he wanted nothing more than to leap across the table and touch even just the ghost of you. The town was quiet that night, not many locals were walking the streets. That’s why when Sanji heard faint footsteps behind him, his chest filled with hope, not wanting to turn around and be given nothing but disappointment, he waits, eyes wide and heart racing faster than it ever has before.

“Last one huh? Does that mean you’re breaking up with me?” The tall blond boy knows your voice out of anyone’s, how could it be you? He turns slowly, seeing your silhouette through blurry eyes, blinking them away quickly to make sure he isn’t imagining things. His hands are shaking, reaching out for yours as you meet him halfway, giving a warm loving smile through your own tears.

“I… I thought you were dead… Is it really you…?” Sanji suddenly drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sobs into your clothes, his grip is so tight you could feel it through an iron suit. “I’m sorry, a group of women helped me recover but they wouldn’t let me tell anyone where their base was, I was in debt to them…” You bend down to meet Sanjis face with your own, pressing a warm and gentle kiss on his lips. His mind was spinning, it really was you, your smell and soft skin could never lie to him. His sobs turn to sniffles as he presses his face further against you, scared you’ll disappear into thin air.

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry, i’m just so happy you’re okay… you’re here, you really didn’t leave me…” A small smile shows through his tears, relief and unimaginable joy overwhelming his body. “I’m never going anywhere, not without you.” The words come out a bit stammered and rushed, clinging onto Sanji yourself as you soak his white dress shirt.

Both of you sit like this for a while, minutes, maybe hours? Who knows, nither of you cared, the only thing that mattered was feeling warmth from each other once again. Sanji pulls back for a moment to look at you, brushing a piece of hair from your face as he cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes like it’s the first time he’s ever met you. “You still wanna have this date? Just the two of us?” His voice had finally evened out, he wasn’t completely calm yet but just your presence could cure him from any disease, especially the heartbreak he had been feeling the past few days. “Of course I do… You really did all of this… Just to honor me?” Your voice starts to tremble a bit again, looking over at the decorated table with the empty pulled out chair meant for you. “I love you more than any words could describe, it’s only right that i attempted to explain it through actions for the last time…” He tilts his head to press a small kiss to your forehead, holding you by the small of your back. Sanjis words echoed in your head, the sweetest man on earth was absolutely ruined by the idea of losing you.

A night of grief and loss slowly turned into sweet embraces and talks of old memories, Sanji poured you a few glasses of wine after heating the food up again, head in hand as he watches you with nothing but love in his eyes. The sun had already started to rise before you both realized how late it had gotten, lazily walking up the stairs of the inn to the shared bedroom. Nither you nor Sanji expected to see Luffy and Chopper in the hallway, walking towards the freshly opened breakfast bar with unreadable looks on their faces. The minute Chopper sees you he’s screaming happily and jumping into your arms, Luffy follows after he realizes what’s going on, wrapping his rubber arms around you and lifting you off the ground with a spin, to Sanjis slight annoyance, but he couldn’t be mad, he knew everyone was going to be happy to see you.

For the next few weeks Sanji never lets you leave his sight, you’re in the kitchen while he cooks, the laundry room during chores, and yes he absolutely followed you to the bathroom every single time. It wasn’t overbearing to you, if anything it was the cutest thing he’s ever done. You felt the same way as well, wanting to be with him constantly after scaring him that night so badly, he always deserves to feel secure and loved. One before bed conversation stuck with both of you while laying on the Sunny, “Thank you for loving me.” You say while nuzzling closer into Sanjis chest, you can practically feel the smile spread across his face, his hand brushing over your hair softly. “Thank you for never leaving me.” He says quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Sanji drifts to sleep peacefully, keeping his hands close to your warmth so he knows you’re not going anywhere ever again.

[toon-tales]

Hiya! Ok, so, I'm here to analyze, again. But! Not a scene. I'm here to analyze the evolution of the one and only #Broppy, from the first movie. I've been planning to include the three movies and the holiday specials, but I figured I can't add that many pics in one post. I can only add ten, soooo-

Let's take it from the beginning: the first appearance for Branch.

If you ask me, he was being rude, maybe even embarrassed Poppy in front of everyone. Yeah, I love Branch, and he's my baby and all, but dude, you shouldn't have done that, especially not in front of everyone. Like, yeah, we later know his backstory and his grandma and his brothers, but still, it's not Poppy's fault, he shouldn't have treated her like this. Sure, her believing life was all cupcakes and rainbows might have been provoking to Branch, but he's still at fault, and I think more people need to make peace with that.

Also, something I noticed, is that Branch and Poppy were close even before the events of the first movie, cause, literally everyone calls her 'Princess Poppy', except the snack pack. They just call her Poppy, and the fact that Branch also calls her Poppy just proves they were close.

Now, later, we see Branch holding Poppy's scrapbook, then staring at even more scrapbooks on the shelves. Like, cute, sure, but it's not what you feel, it's what you show, Branch.

Okay, now, this scene:

The fact that Poppy was knocking on the rock just means she never got into Branch's bunker before. But she knows the address, so that counts. Maybe he had given it to her when they first met in case she needed something after he'd found her hurt with a broken arm or something then they became friends- I'm totally drifting from the post. Sorry about that.

Now, there are two theories:

Annnywayyyy, let's focus on the scene after:

"Which is why I have to ask you..." she hesitated, before continuing, "will you go to Bergen town with me and save everyone?"

She hesitated! She freaking hesitated! Meaning? She probably never asked Branch to help her before. She surely had problems in her life, but she also had her friends, so I belive she always went to them whenever she was in trouble. But now those friends aren't here, which forces her to ask the person who she trusts the most after them. Branch. And, disappointedly, he refuses, because of the fear he's living in.

Moments later, Poppy surprisingly invites the entire village to Branch's bunker to keep them safe. Which was wrong of her. True, she was trying to protect everyone, but using Branch's house without his consent was wrong. Sorry. Sure, it was the safest place for now, but that still doesn't justify it. You can see he was clearly annoyed (which she loved). But I don't really blame her, just like I don't really blame Branch. They both did wrong.

Skip, skip, skip, skip, skip- hold... rightttt here:

Ah, yes. That scene. Now, look. He showed up, because he knew there was no way Poppy could do this by herself, and he wasn't wrong. Poppy, in return, also knew he would come, because it was the third hug time by then.

"I guess we were both right." That line. It speaks volumes for their relationship, yet no one talks about it! They both look at things from different perspectives, BUT, it doesn't mean either of them is wrong.

Like when they arrived at the troll tree: "The troll tree." "Bergen town."

Or when they found out the others were still alive: "They're alive?" "And on a silver platter too. We were both right."

Please writers and artists, we need more content with this line. Add it to your fanfics/art!

Skip, skip, another skip (yes, I skipped the part where Branch tries to avoid talking about his feelings cause it's kinda... i don't know, i just don't know what to say about it. It's sorta obvious), skiiiiiip, annnndddd, right here:

THEIR. FIRST. HUG.

My babies, oh my sweet precious babies. They've been through so much together, and finally, Branch has found it in himself to actually open up about his past (mostly).

I've spoken about this scene in more details in this post.

Now, we're going to talk about one of the most important scenes in the history of Broppy. This:

Branch is talking. He's always used to being in the shadows, never helping anyone, and here he was, helping a Bergen. If that's not a big change, I don't know what is.

And let me tell you, not only Branch was changing in this scene. See Poppy?

She's learning to look deeper into things, even persons. She's finally realizing that Branch, the grumpy, sarcastic troll, might not be as bad as she thought. They're both developing.

Until the rules are swapped.

Branch is the one to find the bright side, and Poppy is the one to cover it. And you can see how disappointed he is.

"I can't wait to see the look on your face when you realize the world isn't all cupcakes and rainbows." But when it happened, Branch realized that this wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want her to be like him, because this was him - a person who doesn't see the cupcakes and rainbows in life, not even in the slightest.

The way he was trying to cheer her up

And the way she actually smiled. Poppy was still there, her happiness was inside, not gone but hidden, and Branch was trying to find it again.

Yet she didn't even notice her own colors returning. Maybe because she was focused on the change in Branch? She wasn't startled when he sang at first, she wasn't happy, just like he used to be. He didn't use to care, until later, when his feelings began to resurface again, because Poppy helped him. Just like he was doing now. Neither did he notice his colors coming back

Aaaaaand, I think the rest doesn't really need analyzing.

Feel free to add or comment on anything.

Part two

Part three

[babble28]

Illicit Affairs (Spencer x Curvy! Hotch reader) pt.2

An: wow! thank you, guys, for the love on part one :) like I said in the first part, this is the first pic I have ever written so any constructive criticism is welcome, as long as it's kind lol. If there is anything that doesn't make sense or could possibly offend someone pls let me know, that would never be my intention <3

p.s. reader wears a dress in this part, and I got inspiration for the look of this dress in the link below, the person wearing it does not reflect skin color, height, age, weight, or any looks of reader

dress link:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/104708760082106254/

Summary: after you father decides that his coworker, who you just so happen to have a crush on, should help tutor you for math class, you decide you need to get over him. however he seems to be making it difficult to do so.

warnings: the reader is insecure and talks bad about themselves, friendship issues, name-calling, slight age gap, some harsh language, reader wears a dress, bullying. (lmk if I missed any)

words: 2,646

"𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 "𝔨𝔦𝔡" 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 "𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶" 𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢"

Thursday was your first tutoring session with Spencer. It was planned perfectly for when he got off work, and you were done with your classes for the day. You had wiped the sweat off your hands onto your jeans for the hundredth time this afternoon, waiting for him.

Three deliberate knocks on your door told you he was there, you ran to welcome him into your home. Taking a deep breath and fixing your hair you open the door. 

“Hey Dr. Reid, come on in!” you chirped. 

“Thanks, y/n,” he waves, giving you a tight-lipped smile. And you can just call me Spencer; we’re not at the BAU,” he chuckles. 

“Oh, right, sorry… Well, my desk is in my room, that's where I usually do my homework, but we can do it in the kitchen if that's more comfortable for you. We could also go into my-” 

“Your room is fine” he cuts you off, holding his hands up in surrender to your ramblings. 

“Studies show that studying in a familiar and comfortable place with minimal distractions is ideal for learning and staying focused,” he remarks. 

“Well, I guess that does make sense,” you laugh quietly.

You begin to sweat more at the thought of Spencer Reid entering your bedroom. Opening your door, thankful you cleaned it before he arrived, you pulled up a chair for him to sit on so you could take the one placed at your desk. 

“Alright,” he sighed, sitting down “What are we working on today?”

“Just have to go over the reviews from my two tests that I flunked so I can re-take them” you exhale. 

“Okay, how about I explain the steps to do the first problem, then you can try on your own while I watch?” he suggests. 

“That sounds great, thanks Spencer,” you smile at him. 

After showing you how to do the problem, explaining it slowly, and kindly answering any questions you had, you tried the second problem yourself. However, that turned out to be difficult. Spencer looking over your shoulder was not only intimidating but also embarrassing. You could smell his cologne from this close and it caused your cheeks to flush and you became increasingly distracted. 

“nuh uh,” Spencer practically whispered into your ear. “Check the order of operations before doing that portion” he corrected, leaning over your arm to point at the part you did wrong.

“Oh, that- right, sorry” you hum.

“It’s alright… young padawan” he chuckles, remembering your mutual love for the Star Wars movies. 

You chuckle and continue the problem, but the term of endearment has you internally wincing at the fact that he sees you as a kid, rather than an equal despite the small age gap between you two. Further cementing the belief that he would never see you in the way that you saw him. Even though you had assumed as much, it didn't hurt any less hearing it from the horse's mouth. 

The rest of the study session went fairly smoothly, even though you were dejected at the inadvertent rejection of your feelings from Spencer. And, if you were honest with yourself, you were starting to understand the subject a little more. 

After Spencer left for the night, you went silently back up to your room and flopped on your bed. The tears started flowing uncontrollably at the thought of being alone in this world. 

Of course, he doesn't like me, what was I even thinking? He is stunning, he could get any girl he wants, why the fuck would he choose me? 

You thought to yourself as the sobs racked through your body. 

You thought you were safe, allowing yourself to have a crush on your father's coworker, he was just out of reach enough that you didn’t have to worry about your heart being broken.

You don't usually allow yourself to develop crushes on those around you for that exact reason.

Sunday finally rolls around and it’s time for dinner at the Rossi residence. Your godfather was a successful writer and had never been shy about sharing his wealth with his loved ones, including you and the BAU. That being said, your father always expected you to dress up for his dinners to show respect for inviting you to his lovely house.

Picking out a dress to wear to these events was always a struggle, the dresses you thought were cute didn’t suit your body type, and the ones that did, you thought were ugly.

Remembering the dress you bought a few weeks ago for a school event, you pull it out and try it on. 

It was a beautiful, yet simple, black dress with white trim that fell just above your knees and was loose on your lower tummy so you didn't feel so self-conscious. It had a square neckline, complementing your chest in just the right way. You smiled to yourself, twirling in your floor-length mirror. 

You and your dad had arrived at the party late, due to taking a wrong turn and having to reroute yourselves. Rossi opened the door and welcomed you in with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Dinner just came out of the oven!” he cheered as you made your way to the dining area. 

The team greeted you with their usual warmth and began to compliment you on your new dress.

“Dang girl!” Morgan whistled “Didn't know we were in the presence of a fashion icon” while taking your hand above your head to spin you around. As you giggle, thanking him. 

“Oh. My. God. girl you are gonna have to tell me where you got that dress!” Garcia fawns 

“You look gorgeous, as always y/n/n” Emily smiles. 

As the ruckus dies down, you scan the room looking for that familiar mop of brown curls. Then, before you know it, your eyes are looking at Spencer as he gapes at you. You realize he was already staring at you and quickly glance away.

Everyone sits down at the table, getting ready to eat as you help David set up the dinner. After the table is ready and the food is out you realize that the only seat open is next to Spencer. Hesitantly, you approach the seat and ask if it’s open. “Yeah, yeah, of course,” Spencer studders, seemingly lost in thought. Which, for the doctor, was not a rare occurrence. 

“Thanks” you whisper, taking your seat and dishing up your food. 

Once everyone has settled into casual conversation Spencer leans over and, looking straight ahead whispers, “You look lovely tonight y/n”

You could swear your heart stopped for half a second, why did he feel the need to say that now? 

“Th-thank you Spencer” you reply quietly, as to not draw attention to the nerves in your tone. 

Now, a mess of emotions, you excuse yourself to the restroom. “It doesn’t mean anything, he was just being polite, like everyone else” you whisper to yourself in the mirror. What the fuck is wrong with me? You think to yourself as you splash cold water on your face to calm down your nerves, and hopefully get rid of the heat that has risen to your cheeks. 

The rest of the dinner continues with you trying to ignore Spencer as much as possible so you don’t embarrass yourself. You join in on Derek's conversation about his new girlfriend, and Penelope's debate on which brand of hair dye is best for blonde hair, trying to convince JJ to get hers done. And despite the lively conversation, your mind still wanders to the gorgeous genius sitting next to you. 

Dinner finally wraps up and you and your dad head home. “How was your first day with Reid?” he questions. “It was good, I feel like he explains it in a way that finally makes sense, and he is very helpful,” you say calmly, remembering the aftermath of your first study session. 

You had decided that it was time to get over Spencer Reid. Determined to get a social life, you walked into your physics class Monday morning and built up the courage to ask your two friends in that class to have a study session at your place that afternoon. “Hey Chloe and Sebastian, would you guys wanna study at my place after school for this new test?” you asked them. “My dad's out of town so we’d have the whole place to ourselves, and… I have snacks!” 

“I’m down, this class has been kicking my ass lately” Sebastian huffed. 

“Yes! My brother is so loud on his video games that it's hard for me to study at home, let's do it!” Chloe chimed in

Feeling excited at the prospect of new friends, you exchanged numbers with a smile and sent them your address. 

Once you were done with your classes for the day, you called your dad, who was on a case in Nevada, to let him know your plans and the information about the people you were inviting over. Despite the fact that you trusted your new friends, you still respected, and understood, your dads concern for you being home alone with strangers. 

After you, Chloe, and Sebastian had finished reviewing the study guide for your upcoming test, with a snack break halfway through, you had sent them on their way with the promise of hanging out again. 

After almost two weeks of the BAU being gone, you welcomed your father home with a hug and his favorite takeout. Things were finally starting to feel normal again. You had friends and, with help from Spencer, your math grade was finally where you needed it to be.

That was until Wednesday, during your criminal psychology class when your teacher dropped a bomb on the class.

“Now students, as you know we are very lucky to live in the same state as some of the top criminology experts in the country, so with some help from an old friend of mine, I would like to introduce our guest lecture for today… Dr. Spencer Reid. With an IQ of 187, he is surely someone you could learn from. Class welcome Dr. Reid” 

Time froze. Your breath caught in your throat. What the hell is he doing here? You thought to yourself. 

Spencer walked up to the front of the lecture hall and scanned the crowd while thanking your professor. “Hello everyone, I’m Dr. Ried and I work at the F.B.I. in the division called the BAU, does anyone know what we do over there?” 

The class was whispering amongst themselves, trying to figure out the answer to his question. As Spencer stood up on the platform he grew increasingly shy. Feeling bad for the poor guy you decided to raise your hand and help your classmates out. 

His eyes scanned the crowd and landed on yours “U-uh yes, you” he stumbled, recognizing that it was you. “You analyze the behavior and patterns of criminals to create a profile of them to help catch them,” you say bluntly. He gives you a warm smile “Yes, exactly, very- very good” He replies. 

“Girl, I hate to say this but, that man is a smoke show!” one of your classmates whispers to her friends, who agree with a giggle. Suddenly a wave of guilt hits you, realizing that must be what your thoughts would sound like to him if he ever heard them.  

Running out of the classroom you head for the bathroom to calm yourself. Looking in the mirror you question how anyone could stand to look at you, let alone why anyone would be attracted to you. After a while of pacing in the bathroom, you decide you should grab your things, as class would be over in just a few minutes. 

Grabbing your backpack from class you decide to leave early and go home. Once you leave the building the tears start welling up again. 

Just then Sebastian and a few of his friends walk by. He notices the tears in your eyes and runs over to see what's wrong. 

“Hey, Seb!” one of his friends shouts at him, “What are you doing? Didn’t know you were into ugly fat chicks” he laughs and the others join in. Before Sebastian has the chance to reply, you turn away to leave. But before getting too far you bump into someone. “Sorry,’ you look up and see those all too familiar hazel eyes, laced with concern. 

You realize he heard what the boys said to you, and frantically began wiping the tears from your cheeks. “y/n, don't listen to those boys, okay? They are immature and stupid.” he consoles you as the boys walk away.

Emotions heightened, and frankly embarrassed that Spencer saw you crying over their words you yell, “Why are you here Spencer? Plus why should I believe you? You're just my dad’s coworker!” you turn away when Spencer grabs your arm. “y/n what are you talking about?” he whispers, “you are beautiful, and who cares if I’m your dad's colleague, that doesn’t make my opinion of you any less valid.” he says in a calmer tone. 

“Ugh, you wouldn’t get it Spencer” you sigh, “your smart, your attractive, and you're successful, meanwhile I’m getting called names by boys I don’t even know the names of” 

“W-what do you mean” Spencer questions. 

“Ugh, do you know how many girls in that class alone were talking about your looks?” you roll your eyes at him, “You know what? Forget it. I'll see you later.” you turn around and rush to your car. 

The following day your tutoring session with Spencer was tense. Everything he said to you was met with a simple reply or a nod.

“y/n, can we please talk about what happened yesterday?” Spencer pleaded as you finished the problem you were on. 

“What is there to talk about Spencer?” you reply curtly, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that, and I’m sorry I left your lecture early.” 

“That's not what this is about y/n, and you don’t need to apologize, I just want to make sure you are alright.” he looks at you, worry in his eyes. 

“Why do you care Spencer? Seriously, it was just some stupid guys saying shit I've heard a million times before, it’s none of your business,” you say looking away from him. 

“I- I care because I care about you y/n” he takes a deep breath then, “Because you are so kind, one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, despite what you say you are smart, you are beautiful on the inside and out, and I- well, I… I guess what I’m trying to say is… I love you y/n y/l/n, and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s alright, as long as you know that there is someone out there who feels this way for you, I’ll be okay.” he lets out a sigh, closing his eyes. 

“You- you love me?” you question.

Spencer stays silent, nodding his head yes. 

“I- I love you too Spencer Ried, I have for a while now.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Spencer’s eyes shoot up to meet yours. You both stare at each other for what feels like hours. His eyes travel down to your lips and your breath hitches. His hand raises slowly, giving you time to push him away. His hand cupped your cheek with such care that you may not have even felt it if you weren't hyper-aware of everything he did. He slowly closes the gap between you and kisses you. It feels electric like everything has fallen into place at this very moment. For a few seconds, your lips are connected to his, all the stars have aligned and suddenly life makes sense.

lmk if ya'll wanna pt 3 thanks for reading

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[juiles]

Sticking Out Sucks pt 2

Summary: After a good nights sleep, the three of you have a good heart to heart and when it comes time to it, they stuck up for you against the team, showing you how much they truly love you.

Age: 13

Warnings: blood, slight anxiety other then that pure and utter fluff.

Type: fluff, fluff and more fluff.

Important questions!!

Masterlist here!

Requests here!

Part 1 here!

(the pic in the middle is my little sister so please don’t take without credit!)

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Y/n’s pov

I don’t remember much of last night after knocking the mop over all I know is that Wanda and Natasha at one point we’re comforting me which was weird in itself.

I stirred slightly before noticing a presence beside me, well more like under me. my head was laid against someone’s chest, i could hear their steady heartbeat and smell their perfume. My eyes fluttered open slowly and the first thing i saw was a mass of red hair. I gasped wrenching out of her arms but winced when an IV pulled my skin. “Shit…”

Wanda shot up from her position, asleep next to the bed in a chair and reached her hands out. “Baby don’t pull on that. We’ll get it taken out properly.” My head whipped up to stare at her as she stood across the bed from me, one arm stretched out, the other clutching the sheets under Natasha who had propped herself up on her elbows staring at me confused.

“Wha- why- what’s g-going on?” My voice came out in a hoarse whisper, grating against the throat.

“You got shot yesterday detka… you almost passed out in the hallway. Turns out you also had a fever. You spent the night in the medbay. We didn’t want to leave you alone.” Wanda explained softly sitting back down, giving me space to figure out what was going on.

“But-but why was I sleeping on Natasha…?” A glimpse of sadness flickered over the redheads eyes before she gently smiled. “You were upset last night darling so you asked me to cuddle. Come here, let me take the IV out and we can go find somewhere more comfortable to talk hmm?” I bit my lip nodding carefully, sizing them both up before I took small steps toward the bed where Natasha gently took my hand and pulled the IV drip out of my arm. She placed a bandage over the spot, kissing it, almost out of instinct.

A look of confusion must have flickered across my face because Wanda sighed softly. “Come darling, let’s go sit in the living room hmm?” I retracted my hands and interlaced them together in front of me and followed the couple as we went towards the living room. They seemed to have a conversation with each other through their minds.

I sighed as my anxiety started to increase. I struggled the most being around these two as I’ve always wished they could almost mother figures towards me however they don’t like me. They sat on the couch, side by side, their hands interlaced. I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs underneath me, causing me to wince before untucking my left leg and let it hang down, swinging back and forth slightly. My head was tucked down, my eyes staring at my hands which were now picking at my skin around my thumbs, a bad habit I picked up from being around Natasha.

“We need to talk to you detka.” Natasha said quietly. “We messed up in the past. We shouldn’t have been treating you the way we were. It wasn’t fair.”

“You’re right it wasn’t.” I snapped, my defences coming out as i glanced up at them through my eyelashes, the look of sadness flickered across their faces confused me.

“Detka… let us finish okay?” Wanda said softly, I nodded softly in response. “We messed up. We want to make things right and explain why we acted the way we did. Can we do that?” I nodded softly finally looking up at them as Natasha continued. “You shouldn’t be on this team. Not because you aren’t skilled enough but because you’re still so young. You deserve better, to try and live as a teenager. We hoped maybe if we didn’t get close to you then maybe you would want to leave. You would ask Fury to move you… but you’re to stubborn for that.” I snorted slightly nodding my head, knowing fine well she’s right on that count.

“You are so important malyshka. You deserve to have a family which if you would like, me and Natasha would like to be that for you. Even if you don’t want us to be your official parents, we would still like to be your guardians y/n. People you can rely on. Talk to. Go to if you’re upset or scared or hurt.” Wanda said, her eyes full of fear, fear of what? I have no idea, all I know is I never wanted her to feel it again. “Last night when you were out of it, you called us mama and momma. It really made us realize how much we care about you.”

During her talk, my eyes welled up, tears filling them up, my hands picking at the skin even more now, causing it to bleed. I leaped out of my seat and clambered into Natasha’s arms, my tears turning into light sobs as I buried into her neck. “Mama… it was real… you-you… you wanted me…”

Natasha’s arms wrapped around my body, pulling me into her, rocking was back and forth gently. I felt warm drops on my head and looked up at her blinking softly. “Mama… don’t cry…”

“They’re happy tears detka… I’m just glad you feel so safe with us… we love you so much and we will spend the rest of our lives showing you that.” She said pressing kisses all over my face, making me erupt in giggles before Wanda stole me and tugged me on to her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, pressing kisses into my head. “We love you so much detka… so much…”

“I love you guys too momma…” I murmured burying into the crook of her neck, my arms wrapping around her neck. I yawned softly into her neck and then felt her chuckle softly. “If you’re sleepy detka, take a nap, we won’t go anywhere okay?” I nodded softly into her neck and after reaching my arm out for Natasha who placed her hand in mine allowing me to pull her closer, snuggled into the two falling asleep rather quickly.

Natasha’s pov

Y/n pulling my arm so I was wrapped around her and Wanda made my heart flutter. This sweet girl took our talk so well. She’s already so comfortable around us. I love her so much. It makes my whole body melt. The three of us sat like this, cuddled together, Wanda and I just chatting about nothing until a loud bang of a door slamming opened, caused y/n to jump and start shaking in our arms.

“Shhh… you’re okay detka… it was just the guys being loud… you’re okay…” Wanda muttered into the girls hair squeezing her slightly. I shot a hard glance at Tony, Thor and Sam who stumbled in laughing loudly. They all froze seeing my glance and gulped. “Sorry… didn’t mean to wake your girlfriend Tasha…”

“You didn’t. You woke our daughter asshole.” Wanda snapped looking up at Tony who raised an eyebrow and stepped forward seeing y/n in our arms, a small shake still running through her small body. “You’re-you’re… sorry do we like her now?”

“We’ve always liked her Stark. Honestly I’m so annoyed with you guys. By the way, you’re lucky that y/n needs me right now. I’m close to snapping your neck. You are the reason she got shot yesterday the. you had the audacity to blame it on her?! Youre fucking sick. She’s a kid! She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way we have all been treating her.” I warned sending him one of my classic Natasha glares. The man visible gulped and took three steps back. “From now on, Wanda and I will be in charge of y/n. If you treat her badly, you will pay. She also won’t be going on missions until we agree she’s ready and old enough. Do you understand me?!” All three men nodded quickly before shooting out of the room. I took a deep breath before a soft whisper came from below me.

“Mama…?” I looked down to see y/n’s bright green eyes staring up at me. “Really…? No more missions…? No more… having to hurt people?”

Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, a sob choking out of her throat. “Momma??”

“No baby. No more missions or hurting others. From now on you will be a teenager. A regular kid who has two living mamas okay?” Y/n broke into a grin and flung her arms around both of our necks repeating thank you over and over. “I love you mama.” She said placing a kiss on my cheek. “I love you momma.” She said placing a soft kiss on Wanda’s cheek, making the brunette grin widely and attack her face with an abundance of kisses.

“And we love you to detka. With all our hearts.”

Taglist:

@watchoutforyelener @jusnough @flower-childz

[jamiebluewind]

Eclipse the kitten update

(please don't glitch tumblr it's the tenth time I've tried!!!)

Previous post

Welp! Winter's boy has a respiratory infection. It was causing him to wheeze so to the vet we went! Luckily it wasn't a diaphram issue (which had us worried because of his umbilical hernia). His hernia also came up normal on his x-rays.

(X-rays left out because might bother people, but I can send them on request)

He's on meds several times a day and taking them like a champ, but had to be put in a pen with limited free playtime (because nothing will stop Mr Indestructible from running around the house with all the grace of a car with no breaks). We DID get a reply after just a week from a really nice person who was going to give us one (shocked us let me tell ya because it was BIG dog sized). Unfortunately, they left it outside for us to pick up and someone else just... took it. Right out of their yard. And since all we had was a small cat carrier to keep him in (which was kinda cruel for more than a day or two tops), we ordered a cat playpen that we got for a decent price. We kept looking until it got here, but no luck. Still! It's a nice playpen and we have it set up so he doesn't have to jump if he doesn't want to (plus more vertical to enjoy later on). Sarah's mom also let us borrow her water fountain!

We went to a new vet as ours was booked up (and he had already been wheezing a day). Everyone basically fell in love with him instantly. He left with a little toy from the tech, they gave Winter a jar of honey (one of the people in the office has bees and they wanted to give her something for caring about a kitten that most wouldn't have despite him having a treatable condition), and they've been checking in on how he is recovering (very well since I first typed this actually). He's basically got an entire vet office wrapped around his little paw.

Also, the non-profit we're taking him to for his surgery had a cancelation and his got moved up to the 12th! Counting down the days yall.

Because I gotta kinda mention it, this hit us where it hurts. Between the vet visit and testing, the pen, and the estimated cost for the surgery and followup, it's gonna cost us more than $2k (as long as nothing ELSE goes wrong). We're lucky that we're all super careful with our money, but there's only so much we can save up with three people below the poverty line. Still worth it though. I mean, look at this doofus

He is so stubborn that we can't leave scratch posts upright because he keeps doing THIS! XD

I'm linking Winter's paypal, but I 1000% understand if you can't help out. Still, a reblog and a word or three mean a LOT to all of us so if you got a minute, I'd love some new post additions to show Winter.

(Truth be told, the only reason all the updates are posted on my tumblr is because I'm the longest winded out of the three of us and I take like 5 billion pictures. XD )

Speaking of, there WOULD be a bonus pic of him and his sister (Melanite, aka Miel) playing under my chair as my cat (Danny) looks on from a safe place, but tumblr kept glitching when I added it.

Edit: surgery update

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi was just going through the post on “hale” which was searched cause my cat is such a mediating little baby and it was a pic of stiles flirting with Derek and Scott just validating and hyping stiles up, and I wanted to know if you know or can recommend some good Scott himbo fanfics, just him being a dude bro himbo who loves stiles so much, especially with working hard to get Stiles and Derek together.

Thank you!!,! It can included as many himbo as you like!,!!!!

Yeah!

The Matchmaking Alpha (or Two Dumb Love Birds Attack) by NathTE

(1/? I 300 I Teen)

Scott was tired of seeing Stiles and Derek dancing around each other, which made it even more frustrating as he was the one both chose to come to talk about the other.

So, he decided he was going to help them realize, that their supposedly unrequited love, wasn’t that unrequited anyway.

Come Over Here And Make Me by tabbytabbytabby

(1/1 I 1,759 I Teen)

Stiles and Derek get stuck together when Scott and Mason team up and find a way to keep them trapped at Derek's. It works out better than they expected.

For the prompts: “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” and “Come over here and make me.”

McLinski's by StaciNadia

(1/1 I 3,075 I General)

Derek is a coffee snob looking for some good coffee, but what he finds is bad coffee jokes and maybe a whole lot more.

ones you never expected by Marishna

(1/1 I 3,832 I Mature)

A few seconds later Stiles and Derek heard the elevator start its laborious descent to the ground floor.

Stiles kept his head buried in one of the new books he picked up, scanning the passages for any keyword or phrasing that sounded similar to what their allied San Bernadino pack friends were dealing with. Finally, after three long, drawn-out minutes, Derek dropped his pen to the table and pushed back from it.

“They’re gone,” he told Stiles who stuck a piece of paper between the pages to mark his place and shut his book.

“About time! Now, strip,” he ordered.

How To Get Your Idiot Friends Together: A Four Step Process by Scott McCall by reptilianraven

(1/1 I 4,344 I General)

"He laughs at your jokes, man. How blind can you be?"

Stiles makes this face like he ate a lemon or something. "Are we talking about the same guy here? Because Derek Hale has never once laughed at my jokes."

"No, he does the thing where he exhales quickly through his nose. Like when you see something funny on the internet." Scott says and oh my god. "Stiles he thinks you're funny like how things on the internet are funny. I don't get why I have to explain this to you!"

-

In which Scott plays matchmaker because he'd probably go insane if these two idiots can't get their fucking act together.

[slide] by sonic_counselor

(1/1 I 16,506 I Mature)

He’s worked at the movie theater for just over a year now and it’s probably the best job he’s ever had, although that’s not entirely a fair comparison when the only other jobs he’s ever had involved raking leaves for Mrs. Huckabee next door and doing some filing for his dad at the station.

He’s also had a crush on Derek for just over a year, ever since his first day at the theater when their overbearing and probably certifiably insane general manager, Bobby Finstock, had declared he didn’t have time to do Stiles’ induction and had palmed him off on Derek instead because he happened to be walking past the office.

# #

Working at the movie theater alongside his crush is all getting a little too much for Stiles. It's just as well Scott, and his terrible matchmaking plans, are on hand to help out.

[jumpingwjoy]

another watercolor painting!! im going through my pokemon sun playthrough as ricky, and this outfit is what i dressed her up in ^_^ i tried to match her band au fashion as much as possible 🫡

i’ve got game screenshots and long ass ramble under the cut 😭

realizing tumblr can let me ramble continuously as much as i want so i could talk about my thoughts and my previous pokemon runs too woaw...maybe i’ll post pics of those playthroughs one day, but probably on my main blog instead 🤔

here's ricky's current team where i’m at and what she looks like in game!! i was sooo peeved that twin tails are locked in post game, even if they don’t even look like ricky’s hairstyle at all, i just think she needs some kind of ponytail…i used to have her with straight bangs to imitate her three bangs style, but it kinda looked ugly af… :V

i’m just before vast poni canyon so gummy will soon be the rail gun beetle that ricky deserves ^_^ i decided on a sweets/dessert nickname theme, tho i did consider a norse mythology theme, but i thought she’d be more cutesy in a pokémon au/world where she is not in life threatening stakes.

i want to write out my reasonings for each pokémon pick too, this team isn’t exactly what i had in mind since it’s limited to the sun pokédex, but i’m pretty fond of them!! mostly, i thought she could have a non-dex rotom (but since it’s like this, her rotom dex is definitely named mike), and i also thought she’d have a porygon - but u can only get it post-game and i’d have to deal with trade evolutions o<-<

i also chose pokémon sun as ricky’s game since i headcanon her to be wasian HAHA specifically japanese and american/german - since hawaii is known for its japanese immigrant population (which is also reflected in the game itself), i liked the idea of her having an actual game background of immigrating from kanto

1. alolan raichu - pikachu is the iconic mascot, just like ricky XD alolan raichu shares her love of sweets, and i think lets her identify with being alolan too

2. vikavolt - he’s a rail gun!! ricky should always have fun with guns. i think ricky has an affinity with machines, and vikavolt has gundam aesthetics hehe. his pre evolutions are cute too, which i think ricky would like. notably he’s another electric type, a remnant from when i used to have ricky as an electric type specific trainer, before i decided to diversify types for eo teams. rotom also would’ve been another electric type…😅

3. metagross - another association with machines—it reminds me of gladsheim as well. i like the juxtaposition of this hulking creature made of metal next to ricky too. showing off her cute and cool sides...

its name is ike as a companion to mike, making them fit into the sweets theme LOL

4. wigglytuff - i headcanon that ricky enjoys singing (and is the lead singer in band au) so i wanted a music related pokémon. maybe in universe, she would stay as a jigglypuff?

5. toucannon - also because of gun. i actually hunted a shiny version, bc it looks like the bi pride flag aghdjshfd. i think ricky can be prone to have a temper, matching toucannon's angry look

6. alolan ninetales - ok so i was conflicted bc i wanted an ice type, as a reference to ricky’s cryo sleep lol, and i was also considering vanillite bc ice cream… but its moveset sucks ass!!! sorry!!!! i do like ninetales as an additional reference to her heritage though…i have vanillite in rosa’s hypothetical team too so it wasn’t really meant for ricky in the first place :P

honorable mentions:

i chose litten as her starter since i think she’s a cat person, and also someone who likes buff people……….

vanillite like i mentioned—harder to catch than i thought cause it needs to be snowing for this guy to show up as an sos helper >:0

alolan exeggutor - long long yggdrasil

this turned out a lot longer than i thought im not used to writing down so much even in tweet threads but it was fun to spill out some of the very specific things i think about in my day to day lol...if you somehow read all of this, thank you for your time wakjhsdg 🙇🏻‍♀️

[logicbutton]

Hey guys what's up I learned bookbinding to make @cindthia a physical copy of Synchronized Cardioversion for our anniversary :3

Pics and process documentation below!

I used the following resources:

How to Make a Book by ArmoredSuperHeavy

Bookbinding Resources Master List by Renegade Bindery

r/Fanbinding

the fanbinding tag on AO3 - shoutout to r3zuri's fanbinding of a FFVII fic for their extremely informative cliff's notes version of the process

the Intro to Hand Bookbinding class at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts, an incredible resource for anyone in or near Minneapolis interested in learning how to bind their own books.

First, I typeset the fanfic. I did this by downloading it from AO3, trying to figure it out myself, checking How to Make a Book for help with a problem I was having, and realizing that I should have just used it from the beginning in the first place. I used Microsoft Word 2013.

Fonts: Palatino Linotype, Helvetica (for the characters' text messages), Beatline (for titles) Margins: .88" top, 1" bottom, .75" inside, .75" outside, .25" gutter Front matter: - Title page with only the title - "Praise for Synchronized Cardioversion" with comments from the fic - Title page with title, author name, and a colophon I made - Copyright page with fic copyright, fic URL, TLT series copyright, disclaimer, AO3 fic summary, first chapter author's notes, copyright for in-text art, book design credit, font info Back matter: - Acknowledgments (from the fic) - "Also by CindFourth" with all their TLT fic separated into Synchronized Cardioversion Extended Universe (might make another book of this at some point); Other Camgideon, Campal, and Team 69; and Other Locked Tomb

I set the page layout to "book fold" with 16-page signatures. As for the art, one of Cind's requests in last year's TLT Holiday Exchange was for art of this fic and they got not only a fantastic one-page comic from their assigned creator, our friend @anaeolist (who also did a sketch of Cam and Gideon kissing - we'll come back to that later), but also a lovely piece as a treat from our friend @kat-hikari. I got permission from both artists to include their work in the book.

The finished file was 408 pages, so I added four blank pages (two sheets) to the beginning and the end to make 26 signatures even.

Next, I printed the pages. I used my Brother DCP-L2550DW and Hammermill 11x8.5 24/60 lb. cream bookbinding paper from Church Paper. I'd read that sometimes using short-grain paper in a regular printer could cause it to jam, but it went fine. The cream color made the pages look so professional.

I folded the pages into signatures and then pressed them overnight. Since I don't have a book press, I sandwiched them between two sheets of bookboard and put a heavy box on top, and that worked well.

The next step, punching holes and sewing, was my favorite. I'd made a punching cradle using instructions I got in my bookbinding class. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, and it only used bookboard and PVA glue, so I didn't even need to buy anything I hadn't already bought for the project.

I used three pieces of tape and sewed them on using a kettle stitch.

Then I went to MCBA to use their guillotine on the text block and their board shear to cut boards for the cover.

I chose orange cardstock for the endpaper, and because I am a novice making novice mistakes I unfortunately forgot to get a size of cardstock that would let me fold it on the grain, but anyway. I trimmed it to the exact size of the pages and glued it to the text block. Next I glued the spine of the text block, rounded it a bit (not the way an expert would; you learn that in Intermediate Hand Bookbinding), added a strip of super mull and headbands at either end, and sat it under a weight to dry while I made the cover.

The Bristol board I cut for the spine was probably 1/8" too wide, which makes a bigger difference than you would think. Next time I'm going to err on the side of slightly too narrow when I'm already giving myself three board widths of a buffer on either side.

Aside from that, the cover turned out great! I could have done a better job lining up the endpaper when I glued it in, but that's the kind of thing you practice I guess.

I love the way the navy blue bookcloth looks with the cream paper, the orange endpaper, and the red and white headbands.

Now that I had the exact dimensions of the book, I could finally design the dust jacket. Remember that sketch of Cam and Gideon kissing that anaeolist did for the holiday exchange? I commissioned them to turn it into a finished piece for the cover, and boy did they ever deliver. I also asked some of our other friends who had read the fic to give me blurbs for the back cover, and they delivered too. Cind's and my relationship wouldn't have been possible without the wonderful community we met in and I wanted this gift to reflect that.

I created the jacket in GIMP at a print resolution of 300ppi and saved it as a pdf. The final step was to get it printed, which I was nervous about because it was the only part of the process that I had no control over at all. Long story short, I ended up with something I was very happy with done by a small chain print shop where I had to go in and talk to a human about what I needed.

I also posted this to AO3!

[ships-n-bats]

Putting under read more 'cause it kind of turned out way longer than intended and has big images attached. ^^'

Warning: I literally am reviewing and judging sketches Kub0 drew of the Ichi//Hime fam post-manga and just being critical of I//H as a whole.

“Kub0 has yet to release any artwork of the Ichi//Hime family together!”

I just recently recalled this statement made years ago by anti I//Hs and became rather curious over whether or not this statement was still true or not. It’s been about 8+ years since the manga ended and I//H became canon with their mini-me child being revealed alongside. So, out of genuine curiosity, I decided to see if Kub0 had since drawn the I//H family in any capacity.

Only to discover that, nope, he indeed had not.

The closest I could find of any drawings made by Kub0 that involved Ichig0's family post-manga were these two sketches he made:

A sketch of Ichig0 and Kαzui with Kub0's signature.

And the pic he drew of Ichig0 with Kαzui during quarantine (which I will admit is super adorable omg).

Two pictures featuring a father and his son.

But! You'll notice with both of these sketches, 0rihime is missing. You know, the wife of Ichig0 and mother to said child?? She's not so much as shown in the background or right there alongside her husband and kid! She's just, not present what-so-ever...

And the saddest part? When I tried searching for any sketches Kub0 made of Kαzui with 0rihime, nothing came up. Not a single sketch featuring mother and son. I only found those two pics of Kαzui with his father. That's it.

And there wasn't a single sketch that had all three of them together.

The closest I could find was of an edited version of the quarantine pic an I//H fan drew where they added 0rihime in. That's right, an I//H fan had to add 0rihime into the sketch in order to get a proper Ichi//Hime family pic, because Mr. Tite Kub0 couldn't be bothered to do so himself in the first place. I also found other edited pics that just took separate pics of the three and mashed them together, which is just... sad.

I think the closest there's been to the three being seen together as a family was in the manga and even that is a bit of a stretch.

This then led me to see if Kub0 had since drawn Ichig0 and 0rihime together and came up with two more sketches:

A sketch of the two standing next to each other, looking at one another.

Another sketch of the two's portraits.

And just like with the previous two pics, I noticed something about both pics. In the first one, 0rihime and Ichig0 are keeping a distance between themselves, and the sketch overall is rather simplistic and not really readable. I can barely make out either of their expressions, though 0rihime looks shocked? Confused?? idk Meanwhile, Ichig0 looks either blank or irritated? He might be talking to her??

As for the second sketch, Ichig0 looks like he had more time and effort put into his portrait, while 0rihime looks thrown in last second. Given how much bigger Ichig0 is, it gives off the impression that Kub0 drew a pic of Ichig0 first, and then added 0rihime off to the side, in the background, which explains why she's so small and seems tacked on. You can essentially remove her from the sketch entirely as she doesn't look part of it as a whole.

Also, this same sketch had an I//H shipper tack on Kαzui to try and make it a family pic, just like with the other one.

Despite Kub0 canonizing Ichig0 and 0rihime as a married couple with a kid, despite it being nearly a decade now, despite I//H shippers asking Kub0 to give more details about how the two got together and what their relationship is like as a family and couple, he still hasn't bothered to actually give the Ichi//Hime fam any proper spotlight.

I hate bringing up other mangas for comparison, but even Nαruto, despite its own controversial ending and endgame ships, showcased some sweet family moments with their next gen families and even had cute couple-y moments between the endgame pairs. Kishim0t0 at least bothered to put some effort into trying to sell his endgame ships to fans. Meanwhile, Kub0 has left I//H high and dry of any basic domestic fluff.

And honestly?

I just find that to be plain sad. Sad that even though a pairing is made canon, is made to be married with a child, there's still this lack of intimacy between the two. Yes, many I//H antis have pointed out how much Ichig0 and 0rihime lacked development and intimacy prior to the ending, but it's post-ending where I feel the failure of I//H really comes to ahead.

I//H stans tend to use Ichig0 and 0rihime's marriage and product of their consummation as a crutch or a "got'cha" to prove them being canon somehow means they're a perfect pairing. But it really doesn't mean anything if there's no real intimacy outside of a legal piece of paper and offspring. Those two things don't prove anything and shouldn't be used as evidence for a happy, healthy relationship.

Because, despite what is believed by many, a marriage and kids does not automatically translate to a good relationship. People can be married with kids and still be unhappy or lack real closeness or intimacy in their relationship. Just like how the alternative (i.e. not married and no kids), can mean a happy and close relationship. Basically, a marriage and children are not required nor are proof of a happy, healthy relationship.

Kub0 himself has already proven to me that he doesn't even care about Ichi//Hime as a pairing, despite the marriage and kid. He hasn't shown that Ichig0 and 0rihime are close and seems to actively avoid drawing the family together, leading the fans to do so for him out of desperation. He was more than happy to show 0rihime's one-sided devotion towards Ichig0 throughout the manga, but never bothered to show Ichig0 ever returning those feelings, and then just ended with the two married with a son. Only later offhandedly mentioning that the two got together sometime after university when a fan asked him about it. And Ichig0 had to be prompted by his friends to make a move on her, not because he did so on his own accord.

Ichi//Hime may be endgame canon, but it's still hollow and empty.

Update 7/9/24

I had actually forgotten about another pic Kub0 did and was only recently reminded of it by a twt user.

The pic features Ichig0, Rukiα, Ichikα, and Kαzui altogether.

And I have to agree with the twt user’s assessment on it, it does look like an accidental family pic. I can totally see some people who aren’t familiar with Bleαch taking this out of context and mistaking Rukiα and Ichig0 as the parents. It’s a very cute and silly sketch too, with Rukiα and Kαzui messing around with Ichig0 and Ichikα dealing with their antics. An overall happy, wholesome pic.

Which makes the fact that Kub0 drew Rukiα alongside Kαzui and not his own mother, 0rihime, all the more noticeable and depressing. It really does feel like Kub0 is actively avoiding making any happy I//H fam material. He always falls back on drawing Ichig0 and Rukiα together (which he has admitted to enjoy doing).

[jessmalia]

i think you saved a pic of allison argent to your colette board and i'm curious to hear more about her 👀👀

Yess, she does give me Colette vibes (although not on an extreme level) but I can't really articulate why, other than the visual component and the fact that she shares a first name with Cameron, and I might be totally off. Jo will probably be able to give more insight on that as she keeps watching. The only thing I can think to bring up is the quote from the Lover foreword that I included in my Teen Wolf characters as Taylor Swift albums gifset: "We constantly question our choices, our surroundings, and we beat ourselves up for our mistakes. All the while, we crave romance. We long for those rare, enchanting moments when things just fall into place. Above all else, we really, really want our lives to be filled with love."

Anyway, her deal is that she comes from the most notorious family of werewolf hunters in history (Argent means silver in French, so in canon, the myth of silver being deadly to werewolves comes from her family). At the start of the show, she has not been let into the family secret (she thinks they're arms dealers, which is their cover for all the weapons they have, but don't ask me how they make money, I think they just live off of family money? cause they are rich [edit: I think they are actually arms dealers for real as well, but there's gotta be family money involved, too]), but she is highly trained in archery. She starts dating Scott at the start of season 1 and finds out that he's a werewolf at the end of the season, shortly after having been let in on the family secret. The two of them are very Romeo and Juliet in the first two seasons before they break up for good (the movie isn't canon to me). Her character arc deals mostly with her family struggles — her being manipulated by her evil aunt and later grandpa, who take the werewolf hunting way too far, her mother's death at the hands of a werewolf, and her and her dad trying to pick up the pieces of their broken family legacy after Scott turns her dad's entire world view around and doing their best to do good with the skills that they have. Also dealing with normal teenage insecurities and issues while being in life or death situations constantly and a want to feel powerful and in control.

I'll link some good Allison posts for you, too: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

[splongebobby]

charecter 8!

(see original post for info.)

for my 8th out of 11 spin, i got Jacob and the peculiarity i got was #8 aka Horace's!

praising the wheel for giving me Jacob because that means that my last three characters i do for this project are my favorites 🙏 but honestly, i had more fun with him than i thought i would.

what i did design wise:

flannel: so for Jacob overall, i went for a more skater boy type look (ill get more into why in the personality section). flannels are not only an aesthetic choice for that style, but they also were super popular in 2016 with "hipsters".

necklace/bracelet: it's tough to see them, that's why im pointing them out. the black splodge on his wrist and neck area are indeed a bracelet and necklace. they are slightly pointy.

graphic t: a staple i had to give him. it's a fall out boys shirt btw! "save rock and roll".

pants: just baggy with a lot of pockets.

shoes: can you tell i don't draw shoes. + star imagery that was intentionally done.

earbuds: im surpised that actual Jacob doesn't have earbuds or headphones more throughout the first book before be gets to the loop. i feel like it would wonderfully fit his character. alas, i gave him some here.

lastly, i gave him some acne because he is still a teenager, and i colored in his eyes a bit. i feel like his eyes were a big reason he looked so much like Abe.

inspo pics and original sketch:

how he would be personality wise:

i know i said i wouldn't get into the backstory of the characters, but i will with Jacob just a bit because he is our main protagonist and i honestly think this ability suits him.

it would be somewhat easier and more convenient for Jacob to find the peculiar world and understand he is peculiar if he has prophetic dreams. i feel like the build up to him going to Carinholm would be that throughout his life, Abe would tell him stories of the place and the people that lived there. Jacob would have dreams about said place and about said people, and wouldn't think much of it, assuming that he's dreaming about them because he just heard information about them. but then his dreams start to shift into something more sinister, perhaps he sees Caul in his dreams (though he wouldn't know that yet) sees the house blow up, etc. now he's worried, and when he tries to tell anyone about it, they say that he's just dreaming and he shouldn't worry about it. they continue to get worse over the years; that could be the reason that his parents get him with Dr. Golan. finally, he knows that he has something going on with him when he dreams that Abe is going to die, and he does a couple days later.

sure it wouldn't make him the special "im the only one with this peculiarity" protag, but it wouldn't ruin the story in my opinion. but anyways, how is he?

this, along with the rest of the characters ive been doing, are book 1 before Jacob gets involved with anything.

Jacob first comes across as your average "lazy" "loser boy" teenage son. he's reclusive, antisocial, and doesn't have many friends. he'd rather spend his time in his room jotting down whatever and listening to music than hanging out around anyone, including his family, not that they care much. there's more to Jacob that meets the eye however. he's persistent and determined, almost crazed, to find out where the people are that his grandpa had told him so much about. he has constant dreams about them, it only makes sense he would want to figure out why. he believes that these people have the answers. outside of his quest, Jacob can be quite the handful. he tends to have weirdly placed mood swings. when he's not with his friend Ricky (cause dammit they are better friends in this universe!!) he's almost hollow, going through the motions if his mundane life. he gets upset when he thinks about this routine. doing research to find what seems like an imaginary place does bring some form of hope to him, and makes him feel just the slightest bit better, in hopes for not only answers, but perhaps a better life for him.

~

honestly, him and Olive have to be my favorite designed characters as of now. i had a good time with him, probably the best time ive had with him ever. im thinking once i do the last three though they will quickly become by favorites because yes i am biased.

next character coming soon!

[auroraboringaliceinwonderland]

My Top Favorite Webcomics: Cursed Princess Club, by LambCat.

TL;DR included below.

Seeing as this series has ended I can’t take pics of the webcomic because that goes against webtoons rules about completed originals, however nothing was said about me taking a picture of the official books and I’m not including spoilers so…

As you can see, not only does Cursed Princess Club have such humor - but it also has some stronger themes, and even warnings of such for readers.

But first, how did I discover this series?

It wasn’t actually on webtoon, if the images of books above are anything to go by lol; but I didn’t find the physical books either. Someone I know irl went book-shopping with me once because we had the all holy Gift Cards Reserved Specially for BooksTM from relatives who don’t know much about us beyond us liking gift cards for books every Yuletide.

We mostly went our separate ways in the bookstore, however when we met up again they showed me their books and I showed them mine. When it came time to show me Cursed Princess Club - which didn’t take that long considering we only got two books each… - they showed me the webtoon symbol on the spine of the graphic novel, knowing my obsession with webcomics.

I was instantly intrigued.

When I looked Cursed Princess Club up in the app I indeed found it and was excited, however my good friend lent me the book to read since… it’s a book, do I have to explain myself? No :)

Long story short, we’re both obsessed with this story now, and have spread out our obsession to a few others hehehehe. Currently my friend owns three of the books and the last is supposed to come out this month. I can’t wait to read it.

Have I since read the ending on webtoon cause I was too intrigued? Yes. But it’s worth reading again because, gosh this story y’all.

Speaking of…

More about the story itself:

There’s too much to say about the story honestly. It’s so intriguing. At first you may think it’s a simple story with kingdoms being named things like “Pastel Kingdom” and “Plaid Kingdom” - not to mention the introduction of the Cursed Princess Club itself which was hilarious - but trust me when I say there’s far more than meets the eye. It just knows how to blend simplicity and humor really well with everything else.

There’s so many themes from self deprecation, appearance, keeping promises, minority groups and what it’s like to be cursed in the eyes of society; to expectations placed on you by others, trust issues, protecting loved ones, abuse; and so so so much more.

And that’s not even mentioning its genres in fantasy, romance, comedy; and of course the big one - (found) family.

The cast is highly entertaining to watch, and there’s so many characters to get attached to. All of their designs are so fun too, and I love learning about each of their backstories.

It’s not as queer as many of my other favorite webcomics, however that doesn’t mean there aren’t some queer stories going on among the main plot; of which I love wholeheartedly. There may even be an aromantic character…?? (I don’t know for sure if there were any confirmations by the creator but if you ask me or my friend, she’s 100% aro).

I feel like I’m not expressing my love for this story enough, so have a keysmash: AHSKDKSHAJSKDKSGAJWKEIFKSGAKDIFMSGSJFIK

Still not enough, but that’ll have to do. There’s seriously too much to say about it and I haven’t the words to express all of it in the slightest.

The official summary (of the first book; according to its wiki):

Gwendolyn, the youngest of the King’s three daughters, is living proof that princesses don’t always have it all. She isn’t like a typical fairy-tale princess, or other princesses in the Pastel Kingdom. Gwendolyn, with her big heart and love of baking, isn’t particularly attractive. Unlike her sisters who have woodland creatures do their hair and makeup, or have flowers blossom wherever they sleep, Gwendolyn is a bit…different. So when her father proposes marriage for her and her sisters to make an alliance with the Plaid Kingdom, it breaks Gwendolyn’s heart to hear that Prince Fredrick thinks she’s “really ugly.” Overwhelmed and ashamed, she runs away into the forest and encounters the twisted world of the Cursed Princess Club, where her life will never be the same.

The Cursed Princess Club are a ragtag band of outcasts, misfits and cursed princesses who have created an incredible friendship circle. It is among these friends where Gwendolyn learns to embrace her uniqueness and find her people.

I admit I don’t know much about the author LambCat as much as I do other artists because I don’t follow them anywhere but webtoon. However, I do know that other than webtoon they have a patreon; and they post a lot of really good, catchy music. There’s music in every episode of the webcomic, which I love so much. Reading this story truly is an experience in and of itself.

Highly recommend :)

TL;DR:

A friend of mine found physical copies of Cursed Princess Club at a bookstore, and we’ve since been obsessed with the story. It has a lot of good themes and tropes, and we both await the latest addition in excitement. However, if you don’t want to wait then it’s already completed on webtoon - where music by the author LambCat plays on every episode!!

Link to my favorite webcomics list :)

[shellkissed]

baby girl as like a little kid and soda helping her with a bumped knee. we all know he's the most physically affectionate person, and darry is more practical. pony is crying bc you're crying, and dally comes over and is like damn kid man up LOL

Authors Note: yes anon!! dally would actually be so confused as to what is happening it’d be hilarious. First Babygirl Curtis fic!! So serious in the pic 🫡 im also gonna use the scenario that i put in the head cannon when Babygirl was like 6 on her bike.

⚠️ talks of small injuries; blood

You’re Okay,

The Curtis Brothers (+ gang) x Babygirl Curtis

It was a warm, sunny evening in the east side of Tulsa. It was after dinner, and Babygirl was riding her bike. She needed to clear her head, her train of thought was all messed up. Being the only girl in a boy filled household, was exhausting. She didn’t really feel like she belonged, only with Ace.

Babygirl had rode around the block a couple of times, the sun lowering down as the stars slowly began to appear. She became distracted and fascinated by this sight, that she failed to see the uneven sidewalk that came with a bunch of little sharp rocks. She rode over the sidewalk, which threw off her balance and caused her to fall of the bike. Her knee landed against the shark rocks, causing tears to brim her eyes.

The pain was unbearable, stinging and burning. She had also scraped her elbow, which allowed a small line of blood to trickle down her arm. Tears continued to brim her eyes, blurring her vision. The 6 year old felt she had no choice but to call out for her brother (s).

“S-soda!” She yelled with a shaky voice, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Thankfully, the house was 2 houses down from where Babygirl was, so it only took one call for all three of her brothers to come out. Soda saw her, immediately running towards her, Ponyboy and Darry right on his tail.

He kneeled down next to the girl, a concerned look on his face.

“Baby-babygirl what happened?” Soda asked, the tone in his voice making the tears fall faster onto Babygirl’s cheeks.

“I-I fell off of-of my bike” The girl said shakily, trying to control her breathing while wiping her tears. Soda placed one of his arms under her knees, placing the other on her back as he slowly lifted her up.

Ponyboy watched, his eyes wide and full of pure sadness as Darry grabbed Babygirl’s bike, hauling it over to small shed they had while the other three walked back into the house.

Soda quickly made it inside, placing Babygirl on the couch while Ponyboy kneeled down next to her, holding her hand. Ponyboy and Babygirl were close, as close as siblings could get. Ever since Babygirl was born, a connection formed between the two. A few tears slipped down his face, which most people would find weird if they didn't know their history.

"Shhh, its okay baby, your okay." Ponyboy said, tears streaming down his face. It was like he was reassuring himself more than you.

The door slammed, causing the 7 and 6 year old to look up. In came Darry, alongside a 14 year old Dallas Winston. His expression was confused, yet concerned.

"Babygirl, you okay?" Dally asked, kneeling down beside Ponyboy, placing a hand on Babygirl's shoulder, while also rubbing Ponyboy's back.

"I-i fell and I scraped my knee a-and my elbow." the 6 year old mumbled out, tears running down her face as Darrel helped Sodapop look for the first aid kit. Dallas then looked at Ponyboy, confused as ever.

"Pony- why are you cryin?" He asked.

"Cause she's crying" Dallas gave the younger boy a deadpanned look.

"Man up Ponyboy, you're scaring her." Dallas said, causing Ponyboy to nod his head and try to stop crying. Sodapop and Darrel quickly came over, first aid kit in hand. They cleaned up her scrapes, before bandaging them and sitting the girl up. Sodapop sat on the couch beside her, pulling the younger girl onto his lap. He moved the small hairs out of her face, his gentle touch calming her down.

"Shhh, it's okay honey, you're okay."

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Authors Note: HIii guys!! sorry I haven't posted in a while I keep procrastinating writing but im back!! got another fic that should be up soon!

lots of love