#I mean walking into the concept of making him I figured he'd be a favorite but hot damn if I didn't expect by how much

[morelikesin]

Written in black ink that scratched the page, blurbs could be found describing those they encountered - some passages made lengthier than others for reasons either affectionate or boring. It was a healthy curiosity on what their thoughts would be for one's self...

For Samuel Al-Abbasi, these passages were generous; various grabs of information had been scrawled in at later dates, and made their handwriting turn awkwardly to fit the words into an already tightly-documented list.

...Soft-hearted. Softer-eyed. Excellent behind a stove or an oven or a bar.

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In other news, I have fallen in love with my Sam gijinka way more than I could have anticipated when I made him 🩷💐

[thedawningofthehour]

OMG Fai~! I now You Gay, but has to MAKE your bird gay too~?

He was gay before I was! We got him when I was ten and he immediately took to my dad. We joked even then that he was gay. (we actually thought he was female at first, all cockatiels have female coloring until their first molt, but he started acting like a hormonal little bitch right away so we figured it out)

We've had a few female tiels, but there were never any babies. He constantly tried to court my first bird, who wasn't having it. (she was used to being a spoiled only bird and resented this interloper) Our second female, he was observed doing the dirty bird with exactly once, but the entire time he looked incredibly confused and it ended with him accidentally pushing her off the stair railing. Our last girl, we're still not entirely sure she was a girl. She never laid an egg and they never tried to do the sex, just preened each other and went to the bottom of their cage for privacy. (they never did anything though, they'd just preen each other and jump away like teenagers caught making out in the car if you walked up to them) A sex test would have involved extra blood draws or a test where they put something up their butts, which is quite unpleasant for the bird, so we just never bothered. The only danger of not knowing would be if she was female and started laying eggs, but she was never nesty and since they never banged there was no chance of babies. I mean, birds don't have a concept of gender, and we loved her either way.

I don't know how he'd react to another male bird, but he definitely prefers male humans. Whenever my ex was over Angel would sit on his shoulder and he'd go "shhhh we're bonding." He's also obsessed with my uncle. To be honest, I think I'm his favorite person just because in a family of three women I'm the most masculine option.

[icannotgetoverbirds]

HOLD UP you never told me YOU had a leopard gecko I want details what’s his NAME do you have a PICTURE did he ever leave one or two crickets and let them sing at night for a solid week just because he didn’t want to eat it for some reason

Maniac my beloved, he's gonna be about four years old in November. I got him from a petsmart for like $20, $25 (I didn't know any better and my parents were the ones who wanted the cheapest option possible so don't @ me and yes I am sorry).

I don't have any pictures anymore - I'd have to get in touch with my mom for that and as much as I love my followers and my babey boy, that is not worth it right now.

I always hand-fed him rather than letting him hunt, which in hindsight might've been a bad idea. It's the laziest safe option - buuuut once I got him on dubia roaches I could put them upside down in a bowl of supplement and let him go to town. No leaving crickets in with the lizard though - that can actually result in injuries because the crickets might nibble on the gecko ):

Maniac, like most leopard geckos, was a very no thoughts head empty little man. Eating, sleeping, defecating, you know, that was pretty much the extent of his thoughts. He liked to tromp around his enclosure every now and then, and sit in that hammock like I told you about.

I'd take him out every so often for a bath (either for enrichment or pooping purposes) and usually held him after every feeding. I think my favorite thing was to take him out in the rain - leopard geckos are desert critters, and I lived in a desert, so I figured he'd enjoy it.

I think he did, honestly, because he'd get cozy in my hand or on my arm and pancake. He'd lick his eyes and close them real slow-like, the way they do it when they're relaxed rather than stressed, you know?

He also had no concept of cliffs, so if you set him on a table, he'd walk straight to (and off) the edge if you didn't stop him. Makes sense for a terrestrial little guy.

I had to give him away (hopefully temporarily) because I couldn't take care of myself, let alone him. Leopard geckos are by no means difficult, but this meat sack has incredibly complex needs and is not on default settings, so I had to make sure he was taken care of regardless.

I know he's in good hands, though. I'm hoping I can track him down once I get stable housing and take him with me. Once I'm taken care of, meeting his needs should be no problem at all!

[hunting-season]

Can I request a Big brother like friendship drink with the dorm leaders and the reader with the reader who love plushies so much to the point that they room is filled with plushies please?

Yes!! I too have many plushies...so this is easy to imagine wwww Apologies if Kalim->Malleus are OoC! I do not know much abt them yet. Their sections are also shorter due to this, m'srry :(

Older Brother-like!Dorm Leaders w/ a GN!Reader who loves plushies a lot!

The dorm heads don't think they treat you any differently from any other student; the ones under their care and the ones from other dorms. Except they do treat you differently, and when it clicks in their mind...

Riddle Rosehearts

He does not realize he's taken on an older brother figure role with you until he's talking with Trey one day about you

Riddle mentions how you passed a test recently with higher marks than you expected, and how happy you were to tell him about it

Trey makes a comment on how his younger siblings would act like that too and oh.

It clicks in Riddle's head that you might see him as an older brother figure, and he views you as a younger sibling

The signs were so obvious with some being but not limited to: him being the first you went to when you needed help, calling out to him in the halls and walking with him to talk for a bit, sharing food with each other...

He'd panic, but he's going to see you soon anyway for a study session at Ramshackle.

Riddle remembers a conversation between you and Ace, the latter teasing you over your large collection of plush dolls.

He decides to add to your collection and buy you some more. Riddle's confident he knows your likes and dislikes, so he picks a cute pair of cat plushies

(it was a buy 1 get 1 deal! and the cats are sort of matching...there was a big red cat and a small white one)

Riddle's been to Ramshackle before, but only on the lawn and at the front gate. He's never stepped inside, which he's thankful for since now he can treat the plushies as "a gift for letting him in"

The next time Riddle visits, he's happy to notice the cat plushies are stitched together.

Leona Kingscholar

He doesn't really care what you think of him. You come around, hang out, get too loud for his sensitive ears before lowering your voice back down--

Leona tolerates you, and sometimes gives his own two cents when you're complaining about something

The only time he'll visibly show he cares about your person is when you're in danger

"Oi, what are you lot doing? Attempting to catch another's prey...you're really stupid, aren't ya?"

Leona's a little tsundere about admitting he cares for you. But it's okay! It's part of why you like him.

Speaking of likes, Leona is aware of your obsession with plushies. Again, he doesn't care, but he does tease you abt it from time to time.

He's sort of a gifter; Leona'll give you or Ruggie money to buy a plushie for you(rself)

Sometimes he'll swipe a plush from you to sleep with for a while before giving it back. Some of your plushies are comfy! And it's very normal for siblings to share things, right?

Leona is 100% the seemingly obnoxious but secretly very caring big brother. The L in Leona can stand for lazy and loving!!!

Azul Ashengrotto

Of course Azul knows about your...affinity for plushies! He knows all your likes and dislikes because it's basic client info!

Under the sea, there's no real concept of plushies. If it's soft it's meat, a common lesson all merfolk learn.

Anyway, it's part of his (mental) file that you like plushies, so he's only so happy to engage with you about your interests! Which one have you brought to class today?

Azul only realizes he doesn't see you as a potential client when you showed him one of your favorite plushies--a purple-and-pink octopus that smelled of berry jam--and he...

...okay, look, Azul felt genuinely happy you were showing him something precious to you, even if it was simple and silly

He thought long and hard about what this feeling could mean, eventually reaching the point he...cared for you.

Well. That's no good for an emotionally stunted octopus.

Azul will persevere! And also acquire you some more plushies of underwater creatures "by chance."

Azul's noticed your lack of sea creature plushies. He's going to fix that! And if you already have a lot...more wouldn't hurt.

It's also easier to help rope you into filling in shifts at the Lounge! Azul may have become your pseudo-older brother, but older siblings can still be a little mean and make their younger siblings do some work for them <3

Kalim Al-Asim

He became your older brother the moment he thought you reminded him of his younger siblings back at home

Whoops! Guess this means Kalim has to take care of you now!

And by Kalim, I mean Jamil

(Sorry Jamil...on the bright side, someone you can trust will also be watching Kalim? or not, ehehe)

Anyway, Kalim loves !!!! spoiling you with plushies !!!! Tell him what you'd like and he'll get it for you !!!!

He begs Jamil to teach him how to sew...he wants to hand-make you a plushie!!! That'd be super cool of him to, right?

His handmade plushie is supposed to be your favorite animal. It finds a home on your backpack as you take it with you (and Kalim!) everywhere

Vil Schoenheit

Vil mistakes his affections for you as just being his favorite makeup tester

He likes that you're not fussy when he puts makeup on you! Sure, sometimes you squirm because it's been too long, or a brush tickled you, but you're still workable with

But he's smart! He figures out he thinks of you as a sibling eventually--mostly due to Rook talking about the beauty of found family and how siblings can be so wondrous

(I just think Rook having siblings is funny. Do you think they play-hunt each other? I digress.)

Vil doesn't mind the revelation. It's already happened, and feelings are fickle. Besides, he still really needs a makeup tester.

But if he starts gifting you plushies he buys and customizes during his free time, well, it's just thanks for being his favorite

Idia Shroud

He likes playing games with you! Yea, you like never beat him, but you're also super excited to just play and learn new games with him, so it's all good!

Idia also has his own plushies. Mostly anime merch but also the miscellaneous cat plush here and there, so he doesn't care about you having your own liking of plushies.

Ortho is the one who helps Idia realize he's practically pseudo-adopted you as a little sibling.

He was planning on making Ortho a really cool skin (think Ortho's different "clothes")

(Idia vc) I wonder if Y/N would like something similar

(Ortho vc) I can run data for you to approximate their reaction, but I think the simple answer is yes! Anyone would like a gift from someone they view as their older sibling.

(Idia vc) Yea you're righ-- WAIT.

Idia went into Super Panic Mode. He doesn't mind viewing you as a younger sibling, but what if you did?! Ortho tries to calm him down but Idia can't help it!! He doesn't even have a high charisma stat, so how did you find him as a brother?? He's a pathetic brother!!

You two never talk about it 'cause Idia might die from embarrassment. But Idia isn't a total noob at being a brother, so he does get you more plushies. Maybe too many in the eyes of others. Idia can't help it though! Giving gifts is just an easy way to let you know he thinks of you and cares for you.

Malleus Draconia

He thinks it's cute how you have so many plushies. They're just soft decorations/childrens' toys in his eyes.

Not like he minds though. He likes gargoyles and you listen to him about them, so he's going to listen to you talk about the plushies you like!

He'll try to remember the names you give each/to the more important ones, too!

Malleus comes to your sibling-like relationship conclusion on his own. He just looks at Lilia talking with you one day, and his heart and brain click together to refer to you two as family.

So you're part of Malleus's family now!!! no take-backs :)

With your newfound status as Malleus's younger sibling in his mind, he'll start dropping gifts onto you! Insanely high-quality plushies, because you like them! And the occasional gargoyle, to help liven your place up.

[ridestomars]

THE PERFECT GIRL – E. MUNSON

𖥻 summary: in which eddie makes a mixtape for you. 𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x alt!reader. 𖥻 warnings: this is part of my alt!reader concept, but can be read as a standalone. poor grammar possibly. not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: a big thanks to @saintlessmunson for reading my first draft <333 i only function on sudden urges and this is another one of them. just a compilation of songs that were important to the development of your relationship w eddie. it was supposed to have 5 songs, but i wrote about 3 bc i'm lazy <3 really hope you enjoy it! the fic's playlist.

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW? do you feel the same 'cause you don't let it show

Eddie almost regretted stepping foot inside the old record shop that day, especially when the music coming from the speakers was so loud that it could be heard from across the street; the annoying sound of Simon Le Bon's voice piercing through his ears as he miserably made his way inside. Walking with his head low to keep people from staring at him, he went straight to the Weird Al Yankovic section, trying to get this over with already. 

His fingers expertly went through the selection of records, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to find whatever record Dustin didn't have because he simply didn't know what it was. It would've been so much easier if he could just gift the boy the new D&D book, or some great figures – but what could he possibly give to a kid who already has everything? His favorite artist's new album, of course. And that's what he intended to do if only he knew what his latest record was called. 

"I always took you for a Judas Priest type of weird. Didn't know you were taking a step further," a familiar voice said, getting closer. He slowly looked to his side, realizing that you were walking towards him, in your full gothic attire; a cute lacy dress, with fishnets and heavy boots, all in black, of course. Eddie wasn't really in the mood to bicker, but for you, he could make an exception. 

"It's not for me, Dracula," he muttered, still very focused on going through the endless records in front of him – half of them were just copies of the same title, which made more sense than Weird Al making so many records. "I'm buying this for Henderson. The small kid, curly hair, always with a cap". 

He absentmindedly explained, going through the kid's most striking features. 

"Yeah, I know who he is. And he already bought Polka Party last week". 

"I'm sorry?" he turned to you, a big confused frown on his face. 

"Polka Party," you repeated slowly, even though he still didn't understand what you said, "you know… his latest record? That's what you're looking for, right? Henderson already bought it."

"Shit," Eddie lamented, wincing slightly. "That's what I was going to buy him". 

"That's too bad. Maybe you should try Tiny Tim, then", you suggested and saw that Eddie contemplated the idea, before rejecting it vehemently. "Well, then I have something that he might like". 

"Yeah? And what is it?" he asked as he let go of the records, turning his body around completely to face you. 

"It's called Licensed to Ill by the Beastie Boys. It just came in, so I highly doubt that he'd have it already", you explained as you guided Eddie to the newest releases shelves. "It has everything a teenage boy would like, I guess. Beer, girls, idiotic screaming…"

"Seems cool enough. What are they? A rock band?"

"They're rappers", you said and that didn't ring any bells for the metalhead. "Oh my God, don't you watch MTV at all?" 

"Only the Heavy Metal Half-Hour. Don't really like any of the VJs", he shrugged. "Why do you sound so surprised? I mean, Duran Duran has been playing and I don't see you complaining. Aren't they out of fashion already?"

"Well, Marie's the one picking the music today, so if I say something I'd probably get fired", you put your hands up, showing that you are defenseless. "But don't you think you're a bit too close-minded?"

"Because I don't know the Beast Boys?"

"Beastie Boys", you correct him as you hand him the record. A jet is crashing into the side of a mountain on the cover, which definitely caught his attention. As he analyzed the album, you smiled lightly, finding the way his brown eyes scanned the cover to be very cute. "But it's like you live in your own little metal world… doesn't it get boring sometimes?"

"With Ozzy Osbourne? Never." he offered you a sly smile as his eyes shoot up to look at your face. 

"You know, some people wouldn't even consider Ozzy to be metal," you teased him slightly and he loudly gasps, absolutely offended by your affirmation. 

"Don't you ever say that again!"

"Oh, but I will! And I can even argue that you, Edward Munson, aren't metal at all." 

"And why is that?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Because you just said that I am a close-minded metalhead, sweetheart". 

"You know exactly what I mean! C'mon, half of the bands you like are hard rock, and I am including Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath on that list".

"Sure, Vlady." he rolls his eyes at you, walking to the nearest listening booth, with you on his tail. Eddie was already taking the vinyl out of its sleeve before asking you, "Any suggestions?"

"Rhymin' and Stealin', or No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn. They're the most metal of them". 

"Nah, no metal. 'Cause now that I am a fully open-minded person, thanks to you, I think I'll go with…" he taunted you for your fruitless try to start one of your bickerings.  "Hold It Now, Hit It". 

"Great pick", you encouraged him, even though you knew he wasn't going to like it. 

CRAZY TRAIN. i'm living with something that just ain't fair.

"Haven't you had enough of following me around, weirdo?"

"Nope. In fact, I would like to follow you some more", he answered as he keeps trailing behind you, putting up Madonna's True Blue cardboard cut-out next to the album shelves. "Killer jeans, by the way". 

"Gross," even though you tried to seem annoyed by his statement, the smile on your face betrayed you. Thank God he couldn't see it. "But I'm afraid you won't have much time to appreciate it, since I'll be leaving in… five minutes".

You said after checking your wrist clock, then helping him to stabilize the life-size Madonna on the floor. Then, you took a few steps back to appreciate the result of your teamwork.

"What? I thought you worked until five!" he exclaimed as he let go of the cardboard. The abrupt motion almost took it down, but you swiftly put it back to its original place. "Sorry".

"Stalker much?" you playfully ask, making his cheeks blush lightly. When you were finally done with the Madonna cardboard, you walked to the store's counter, leaning down to get your backpack. As you started to organize your things, you explained, "I worked overtime yesterday, so Marie is covering for me today". 

You felt his gaze follow you intensely, watching how your hands moved as you grabbed your own cassettes, your coat, and a few fanzines and stuffed them back into your bag. To be quite frank, you were actually enjoying having his attention on you, seeing the things you liked – maybe he could get to know a bit more about you by seeing your Echo and The Bunnymen tape. 

"Do you- um…" when he sees you sling your backpack on one of your shoulders, he begins to muster up the courage to ask, but as he senses your eyes on him, his voice falters a bit, "do you want a ride?"

"Is your van clean?" you asked as you start to walk towards the exit, Eddie following you closely. "I don't really feel like sitting on another pack of Doritos today".

"Fuck off", it's hard to miss the humor in his voice, "And I did. It's as good as new". 

"Alright, then. Lead the way", you say as you open the store's door. Now, you were the one following him, trying to keep up with his long, quick steps. You almost miss the van, only stopping because of Eddie's sudden stop. "Why is it blue?" 

"I painted it. Got tired of red". 

"Nice. Why don't you paint it black next time? You know, to fit your aesthetic". 

"Noted," he acknowledges your suggestion, walking up to the passenger door and opening it for you. "M'lady". 

"Thank you, good lord." you graciously answer, getting inside the (thankfully clean) van. It only takes Eddie a couple of moments to sit in the driver's seat, and he founds you curiously eyeing the whole vehicle. 

"Found any Doritos yet?"

"No, but I found this" you pick up a little zip bag that was carelessly laid on the van's floor, next to your feet. "Do you just leave this stuff all over the place? You should be more careful, you know? I heard Hopper is after your ass". 

"Jesus H. Christ!" his eyes were wide as pies as he sees the marijuana bag you held, taking it in a rush. He almost drops it as he hurriedly stuffs it in his jacket pocket. "How d'you know that?"

"It's impossible not to. Everyone loves to talk about the resident freak's latest ​​shenanigans." you smile playfully at him again, finding out that he was already staring at you, with an amused look on his face. "And when you work at a place that the whole town visits, you end up knowing lots of stuff".

"Yeah? Like what?" he starts the van, maneuvering out of its parking spot. 

"Well…" you think about it for a while, trying to remember the hottest piece of gossip you know. "Heather Maxwell was almost arrested for, one, driving while drunk and two, for having sex with Stuart Mills on her parents' car at the side of the road. Hopper was less than pleased". 

"Stuart? As in-"

"Her best friend's boyfriend, yes!" you excitedly interrupt him, and he audibly gasps as he hears the missing piece of information. 

"I always knew Heather was up to no good," Eddie commented. "I mean, wasn't she the one who spiked our middle school punch without telling anyone?"

"Yeah," you laughed, "thank God Mrs. O'Donnell confiscated it."

"Oh, but it tasted so good!" 

"You drank it?" you ask and watch him enthusiastically nod, and your eyes widen slightly, "That explains why you were dancing to the Bay City Rollers, then".

"That wasn't because I was drunk! I actually really like them".

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious!" he confirms, laughing. You lean towards him as he makes an accentuated curve, brushing shoulders lightly. "You know, bye, bye, baby, baby goodbye!" 

You laugh harder as he sings the band's song completely out of tune, and the resounding sound of your laughter quickly infected him and you both entered a long fit of giggles. After it died down, though, it wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be; comfortably sharing the silence until you motioned to the radio, and picking up on that, Eddie asked, "d'you wanna turn on the radio? I have no idea of which tape is in, though". 

"It'll be a surprise, then. I bet it's Motorhead".

"And I bet it's Dio".

"Let's see!" you pressed the on button and the beginnings of Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train filled up the whole van. Eddie's sound system always impressed you with how powerful the music reverberated through the small space. "Fuck, not even close".

"Yeah, but it's still great!" he observed, looking at you quickly, "Crazy, but that's how it goes". 

"Millions of people living as foes," you started to sing along with him, earning another glance from him, only a surprised one this time. That was enough for you to turn the music louder. 

"You know this one?"

"Hell yeah, dude! It's, like, one of his only good songs".

"No, it's not!"

"It's not a good song, you mean?" you tried to trick him, but of course, he wouldn't fall for it.

"It's one of his greatest, Y/N!" he observes, thumbs tapping against the steering wheel accompanying the beat of the song. "You know, for someone who works at a music store, you should really start appreciating Ozzy more."

"Sure, Munson." you rolled his eyes. "I've listened to preachers".

"I've listened to fools", he stepped even harder on the gas, making the van speed along the street, making dust and leaves go up in the air, trailing along. Everything about this moment made you smile; from the wind that blew right at your face to the sounds Eddie made to emulate the song's guitar.

"I've watched all the dropouts who make their own rules", you pretended to hold a microphone, and then offered it to him, letting him sing the next line into your hand. And he did it with the biggest and brightest smile on his face, dimples deepening as he mouthed the words. He looked so pretty like this, all smiles, doe eyes, and hair flowing wildly. 

To the people who watched the van speed through Hawkins' streets, you seemed like two maniacs. The laughter, screams, and out-of-tune-singing were enough for everyone to look at you as the freaks they considered you to be, not that you cared for that right now, especially when you're by Eddie's side. 

You cried out loud as you spotted your house at the end of the street. 

"Oh no! Can you go around the block? Just until the song ends, please?" you ask him, pleading almost. You were having too much fun to be interrupted now. 

"If I could, I'd drive around the whole state for you, sweetheart. But is the highway enough for you?" he asked, slowing the van down to look at you. As you nod at him, in an almost desperate manner, he laughs loudly. "Rewind the song, then!" 

Crazy, but that's how it goes…

PERFECT GIRL. i think i'm falling, i think i'm falling in…

"Hey, Y/N! Your freak is here!" Marie announces as the plops her head inside the employee's room, which made you roll your eyes in a way that you thought they wouldn't go back to their place. Your body didn't care too much about Marie's unnecessary nickname, since it was too preoccupied with reacting to the fact that Eddie was here. Your palms were suddenly sweaty and butterflies were all over the place; you doubted you could even take two steps before starting to smile like a maniac. 

"Don't call him that," you scolded her as you passed by, going directly to the store's counter. Your eyes scanned the place quickly, not taking long to spot the untamed mane of the one and only Eddie Munson, who was going through the alternative section – something that has become surprisingly normal these past few weeks. "Eds!" 

"Hey, Vlady!" he cheerily greeted you, skipping his way to the counter. "Nice earrings. Are those bats?"

"Yeah. Made them myself". 

"Could you make one for me, maybe?" Eddie put his hair behind his right ear, showing you the small silver hoop he usually wore. "I feel like it's time for a change".

"Sure thing", you offered him a sweet smile and made a (very highlighted, sparkly, shiny) mental note to make the best earring you could ever create for him. "Had fun at the alternative section?"

"Yup! In fact, I was meaning to ask you: have you listened to the new The Cure album yet?"

"No, but my friends said they liked it, so I'm excited".

"You should be. It's actually great".

"What!? You've already listened to it?" 

"Fuck yeah", he replied like it was obvious, and continued, with a taunting smile, "Now who's the one that isn't up with the news?"

"Hey! I just didn't have the time, ok? College is kicking my butt." you explained while you gathered the cassettes that were laid out on the counter. As soon as your hand touched the first one, you saw Eddie's pale hand also collecting a few – always so eager to help. "It was just a surprise, you know? You got to hear my favorite band's new album before me". 

"I'm just keeping up with the times, sweetheart. Oh, how'd you say it?" he took a while to remember the exact term you had used a while back, "Yeah, I'm opening up my horizons". 

"You're such a weirdo", you rolled your eyes before handing him a Frank Sinatra tape, a identical copy to the ones he was organizing. 

"Thanks" he muttered, "Like the gloves, by the way. Very metal… or should I say, totally goth?"

"Shut up" you giggled and moved out of the counter, on your way to put the tapes in their usual place. You heard Eddie's boots thumping loudly against the floor, meaning that he was following you. 

"You know, I came here to give you something".

"What?" you suddenly turn around, in surprise, and drop a few tapes when you crash right into his chest. And before you can lean down to catch them, he has already collected all of them and is standing up slowly, in a way that makes you hold your breath; his hair actually brushes against the hem of your skirt, lifting it up slightly, and you're pretty sure you felt his knuckles graze lightly against your knee. And then, he's standing close… dangerously so. You can actually feel his warm breath against your face, the small puffs of air hitting you as he talks... and you don't pay attention to a single word he said. "I-I'm sorry?"

"I said it's a gift," even though you were pretty sure Eddie would find the whole situation amusing and make fun of you for being so strange, he isn't. And he seems to be just as affected as you are, with burning red cheeks. "You know, a thing that one person gives to another as a token of their appreciation?" 

"I know what a gift is, dumbass. I just don't understand why you would give me something". 

"I just explained it to you, Dracula. A token of my appreciation." he smiles softly at you, his dimples showing. You did your best to actually organize the cassettes instead of just throwing them everywhere, but that didn't matter right now, not when Eddie was searching his pockets looking for something; your gift. Then, he handed you a small tape, very similar to the ones you were just holding. "It has one of The Cure's new songs in it… it really reminded me of you. So it would be nice if you listened to it." 

"Sure", you couldn't fight the big smile that appeared on your face, feeling your face heat up as your fingertips brushed against his hand as you took the cassette. "I'll listen to it today, and then I'll call you and tell you what I think, yeah?"

"Perfect". 

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As soon as you stepped foot in your bedroom, you didn't wait another second before plopping the tape into your boombox and anxiously fast-forwarding it until you stumbled upon Robert Smith's sped-up voice. You felt bad for not paying attention to the little details Eddie put into it, like the adhesive tape he glued and the name of the mixtape, but you just couldn't wait – couldn't even waste time listening to the other tracks, really, too set upon hearing the new song. Acting like that, it may seem that you've never had a mixtape made for you before, but it was quite de contrary: your friends made you tapes all the time, but this... this was different. This was Eddie's tape. And that was reason enough to keep you giggling like a schoolgirl, almost kicking your feet in the air in your state of giddiness. Laying down on your bed, you hugged one of your pillows bringing it to your chin, a perfect tool to use to muffle your lovesick laughter as you finally heard the little unknown do-do-do's. 

The fuzziness you felt in your whole body distracted you from actually paying attention to the music, because you were too busy still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Eddie Munson – The Eddie Munson – listened to a whole The Cure album for you; heard this specific song and thought of you; and spent time making this mixtape for you. All because of you. You had to take a few breaths to bring your mind back to the song, or else you'd spend the whole night rewinding the poor tape. 

You held your breath as Robert Smith sang 'you're such a strange girl, I'd like to turn you upside-down', and your eyebrows involuntarily shot up. A familiar heat crept up your neck and took hold of your cheeks while a smile kept dancing on your lips. Once again, your pillow came into action, muffling a fit of giggles as it hid your flushed cheeks from the cold air of your bedroom. 

It was unnecessary to wait too long for your next hysterics to come through because as soon as you heard 'you're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do. You're such a strange girl, I want to be with you', you were absolutely gone; laughing excitedly as your eyes widened and your own body didn't know whether to feel extremely lovesick or surprised. But you couldn't just sit and wait for it to decide, so almost unconsciously, you reached for the phone and dialed the number you had already memorized.

"You reached the Munsons! It's Eddie".

"Hi." that's all you could say before giggling again.

"Hey, Vlad. I take it that you've already listened to the tape?" 

"'m still listening".

"Cool," he commented, starting to become a bit uneasy. "A-and what did you think?"

"Well, I think that Robert Smith is a genius." you paused a bit, just for the dramatics, and heard Eddie's heavy breath on the other side of the line. "And that you and I should go on a date sometime". 

"Y-yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking", you could practically hear his smile and that made you laugh once more. "Benny's Burger?"

"Perfect. You're free on Friday?"

"For you? Always". 

"Great. I'll see you at seven then." 

"It's a date".

"It's a date", you confirmed, biting your lower lip, trying to keep your smile from getting any wider. 

I think I'm falling… I think I'm falling in… I think I'm falling in love with you. 

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Single Dad Harry & His Daughter Rose (journey through life)

This was requested by this anon (instead of the daughter being just one of the ages you suggested, i decided to just incorporate all the ages, like a timeline of her life.)

AN: from now on, i think i'm going to use a random name generator for child names in my fics (like i did with this one). that way the name is random and with no thought. unless someone requests a name to be used.

This story contains: completely narration, no dialog, dad goals

{ dad!harry - singledad!harry - became a dad at 17 years old }

word count: 1320

Harry's journey of taking care and raising his daughter Rose as a single father.

Ever since Harry became a single dad, his life had been anything but easy. When his daughter Rose (named after his rose tattoo) was a baby, her mum completely left them, saying she didn't want to be a mother yet and it was a mistake to have not used protection. Especially when it was a one-night stand and that person was a celebrity. She had Rose (not finding it in her to go through with an abortion) and days later gave her baby to Harry, and that was the last time Rose ever saw her mother and Harry ever saw his baby's mama.

When Rose was a baby, Harry was the one that got up at all hours of the night to make her bottles, beings she had no way of breastfeeding. Most of the time on the One Direction tour bus because that's where he and his bandmates stayed while on the road touring. He'd also burp her and change her dirty diapers. Rub her little tummy when it ached. The rest of One Direction didn't always like being woken up to a crying baby, but at the end of the day, knew how special Rose was to Harry and supported him through everything.

His bandmates would often babysit Rose when Harry had to go into the recording booth and record his parts of their songs. Louis was the one who acted as a mother figure in her life (beings he grew up taking care of his younger sisters), like doing nightly feedings when Harry was sleep deprived. Or give Rose a bath in the little baby tub they bought for the bus when Harry was just busy in general. Niall being the silly guy, loved to make Rose laugh when she was being a bit moody. And Zayn and Liam were the protectors and kept Rose out from harms way.

When One Direction went on hiatus, Harry didn't have all the help he once had when living with four other people. At that point, Rose was three so it wasn't as hard to take care of her as it was when she was a baby, but still quite difficult for him being a single dad. She was potty trained and eating all regular foods. Though she'd sometimes still wanted a bottle of warm milk to help her fall asleep at night.

Harry would make Rose breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the two of them each day. He'd give her baths and washed her curly hair, sometimes making a soap Mohawk from the shampoo just to make her laugh. He'd read Rose bedtime stories and sing her lullabies. And though Harry tried to enforce Rose to sleep in her own bed like a big girl, he'd always cave in when she gave her daddy puppy dog eyes and a wobbly lip, as though she was about to cry. So often Rose ended up in her daddy's bed and Harry held her close, loving the feeling of knowing his daughter was safe and sound in his embrace.

Years went by and Harry sent Rose to kindergarten. Much to his disliking because he'd miss being with her through-out the day. He'd get up with her every morning and styled her hair to the best of his abilities. Sometimes not being able to accomplish what Rose requested and feeling terrible. Times like that was when he wished Rose had a mother or mother figure. Harry would pack Rose a lunch to take to school and help her with her homework when she got home at the end of each day.

Harry went to every school play Rose was in (she loved preforming just like her daddy) and every PTA meeting the school held. Though he juggled being a international popstar, Harry always put his daughter first no matter what. He helped her with any school projects she'd have and Harry even went and chatted to the principle when Rose complained that some kids were being mean to her. He was a super dad, doing it all.

When Rose turned ten, Harry decided she was old enough to go on tour with him. He hadn't properly toured since One Directions last tour (just doing local gigs here and there) and that had been years from that point in their lives. Harry wanted to wait a few years and give Rose somewhat of a normal childhood with stability, hence why she attended public school in her adolescents.

Harry hired an on-the-road teacher to have as Roses homeschooling teacher that'd stay on his tour bus as they traveled. His number one priority was making sure she got her education over anything else. Harry paid for extra security guards to protect Rose when she went out, beings some fans went a little crazy. Harry had his assistant watch her when he was busy in the studio or doing interviews. Life was hard at times and yes Harry wished Rose still had a mother, but wouldn't have traded his life experiences of being a single dad for nothing. It truly helped him mature faster and appreciate live to the fullest.

Two years later at age twelve, Rose became a women. Well she started her period and matured like a women. Because all she'd ever known was living with her dad and not really having many women figures in her life, telling Harry she started her period wasn't that bad. Rose was fortunately home when her period had started and walked into the living room where her dad was sipping a glass of wine and informed him she was menstruating.

In the twelve years of Roses life, Harry knew that that day was coming. The day she'd start her period. He was only regretting that day because his little girl wouldn't be so little anymore, but wasn't hoping that day wouldn't ever come because he knew how important it was for a women to have one. Harry grew up with a house full of women so periods were a natural and easy topic to discuss. He hugged Rose, congratulated her, and immediately drove her to the local pharmacy to purchase some pads and tampon (and chocolate + a heating pad).

Between the ages of twelve and Roses current age of sixteen, life went as well as it could have gone for Harry and her. Unlike most teenage girls, Harry raised a good and respectful young lady. Rose doesn't like to go out and party like some of her friends do. She'd much rather stay at home and spend time with her dad. She's a daddies girl after all. Rightfully so because to her, her dad was the only one who truly loved her and cared for her, unlike her dead-beat mother.

As for Harry, he's still single. He's had a few flings through-out the years and a couple one-night stands, but he hasn't meet anyone that felt like a keeper. Or someone who he felt would love his daughter the way she deserved to be loved and treated. Harry doesn't tour as much anymore because of his age (not due to fan loss because he still has millions of fans. fans that love to call Harry a dilf.) and Rose is back attending a public school in London. They often visit her dad's ex bandmates and Rose loves them all dearly. They helped raise her as a baby and feel like secondary father figures to her.

Sometimes Rose wishes she still had a mum. A women in her life that she could have womanly conversations with and chat about her love interest to. Even just to say she had a mum because when her friends chat about their mums, she feels left out and sad. But truth be told, she almost thinks her life was meant to turn out like it did. Her and her dad Harry make a great father/daughter duo and she wouldn't trade the connection they have for anything in this world. Even if it was for a mum that loved her.

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[spitdrunken]

Hello! That ending for the reader getting revenge on Ingo and Emmet for getting the reader to piss in a bottle on a train has been living rent free in my head. I really wanna know how Emmet follows up on his almost threat of 'maybe if you want to watch me piss so much, I'll do it in your mouth next time.'

Would it be in a private setting? Maybe him and the reader are watching the season premiere of a favorite show of theirs, but he's drunk too many fluids. Oh darling, you don't want him to potentially miss anything, do you? Won't you be a dear and help him out?

What if it's in a semi public place like his train cart on the Super Doubles Line or his desk in his office? The bathroom in his train cart is busted so he can't use it. And oh, neither of you brought a bottle, won't you help him out? You don't want any challengers seeing him make a mess of himself, do you? In his office, maybe him and his brother are working overtime. They're almost done, and you're here to walk home with them, but these last sets of papers need to be carefully scrutinized for any errors before signing. Emmet can't exactly do that with a bladder that's about to burst! Normally he'd just use the bathroom nearby, but's it's down for maintenance, and the next closest one is a 15 minute walk, and you want to go home as soon as possible, don't you? Besides, Ingo says you still owe him for messing up one of their couch cushions in your revenge prank, and seeing you help out Emmet would be a perfect repayment.

I think you can tell that I've thought way too much about this lol. Would you be willing to write about this, if I've sparked any ideas? Also, can we commission fics from you? Where would we go for that?

notes: piss/pissdrinking

this is suuuch a good idea <333 i always love talking about piss concepts!!! as for commissions, the link the more information is here! if you want to talk about them, my dms are open!! 

i do think that emmet would definitely try to get back at you in a semi-public spot!! just,,

you've arrived to meet up with your two boyfriends, to try and convince them to get home early for once in their lives!! maybe you showing up will give them some extra encouragement to leave. or you can help with a little something. who knows. but you were lonely and bored at home, so why not stop by?

emmet and ingo are both working through paperwork on their separate desks when you walk in. ingo looks up first, and he blinks at you. a cup of coffee stands on his desk, a bit of steam still rising from it.

"oh, hello, dear. i hadn't expected you to stop by the station today. did something happen?" you hang your coat up on the rack and sit down on the chair in front of his desk.

"no, nothing's wrong. i just wanted to check in on you two, actually. how's it going?"

"we're busy." emmet says from his desk.

you huff out a breath of air through your nose. "yeah, well, i figured out that much already. can i do anything to help? like, get you some food or something? i'm giving you another 30 minutes before i'm dragging you home. i mean it." emmet hums loudly from his desk.

"the bathroom's broken. you can help with that." you frown. he can't be expecting you to unclog it or something, right? that's just a bit outside your field of expertise. "it's okay if you don't have a bottle. you have your mouth." he looks you right in the eye, a wide grin on his face.

oh.

a flush rises to your cheeks. "r-really, emmet? you can't hold it a little bit longer it’s- it’s pretty public here." you can’t say you hate the idea. in fact, it’s pretty hot. but if you admit that now, he’ll hold that over your head for the rest of your life.

ingo sighs loudly. “and during work hours, too. however…” he and his brother exchange a look. “after your punishments, i believe it may be fair to indulge him this much.” if ingo is on emmet’s side during this discussion… then you have to ask yourself if they’ve discussed this before. 

“you wanted to see me piss myself. now’s your chance.” he rolls his desk chair back, pointing at the space underneath his desk. “you just need to get on your knees first.”

you look from one to the other, and experience an utter walk of shame as you actually walk up to emmet. he’s giggling breathily the whole time. you get underneath his desk and he moves his chair so you’re faced with his crotch. as you unbuckle his belt with shaky fingers, you hear the scratching of pen on paper as he continues to work. you take him into your mouth, and emmet puts one hand in your hair, tugging you forward.

“further in.” he slowly pulls you towards him, making you swallow inch by inch of his cock, until he’s practically lodged in your throat. he groans as he releases himself, and you still have to work to swallow it all despite how deep in your mouth he is. you let out a gurgling little noise as too much fills your mouth and piss spills past your lips, dripping down onto your clothes. (he’ll definitely comment on that later.) eventually, the stream tapers off, but his hand snags at your hair again when you try to pull off.

“i think i’ll stay inside a little longer.”

as for a (silly?? weird???) different idea i enjoy quite a bit:

you’re sleeping in the same bed as emmet and, in the middle of the night, you wake up to him lightly shaking you. you groan and try to shake him off, but you’re already half awake.

“i need to piss.” he says. even in the dark, you can tell what kind of expression he’s making right now. smug. you hate it. 

“...and? just go. let me sleep.” you don’t see how that’s your problem, and why he can’t just get out on his own. it’s like 3 am. you really want to go back to sleep now. you try to turn around, but he tugs you closer to himself. 

“don’t want to get up.” you groan again, suddenly feeling much more awake. you can’t believe he’s like this.

“no. get out.” you shove him to the side. “you’re hopeless.”

“and you are awful. i’ll piss myself like this… and you don’t even care. you can clean the sheets. i won’t be doing it.”

you regret every life decision that has lead up to this moment in time, slapping a hand over your face in embarrassment. “oh gods.” you’re considering it too, and he knows it. he asks you ‘pleaaaaaase’ another one or two times and, before you know it, you’ve tugged his pants down and have ended up with the head of his soft dick in your mouth. it’s warm underneath the covers. you’re cuddled up against him. emmet pets your head and lets out a sigh as he relieves himself, filling up your mouth within seconds. before you’re even done, he’s fallen asleep again. (or is pretending to.) the fucker. 

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for the fic writer meme: choose (n)one or all, i just couldn't decide, sorry. your fics are always so great and i love reading your thoughts about them!

set theory and #1 and/or #3

tfhow series and #5 and/or #22

well let's do all of them, why not, the idea is to have sweet chats and also distract me from this terrible work project and the work project is still terrible!

set theory

1. Favorite line of narration?

Then just—unbearably sad, because he liked his current girlfriend but he didn’t think he was going to marry her, and that meant that whatever girl he did marry would be one his dad would never meet—if he had kids, they’d never know how his dad concentrated like a motherfucker on crossword puzzles and obsessed over documentaries and knew every single piece of the inside of that behemoth car in the garage and was just the smartest kindest most stubborn person. Just—the best person. They’d listen to Dean’s stories maybe but they wouldn’t know, because Dad would never meet them, and that was just—unbearable, that night.

3. Any deleted scenes that didn't make it into the fic?

Hm. Not... really? The problem with the prompt/premise is that it was just too massively big -- Dean Jr meets Dean in heaven and figures out wincest, was the idea, and that bloomed open about a billion possibilities, and an abrupt ~80 years of life to fill in and a personality to create and all sorts of decisions to make, about the life Sam had, and who he taught his son to be, and what his son's life would be after Sam was gone. There were a lot of things that came to mind but were immediately discarded -- more scene with Dean Jr's wife and kids as opposed to summary, or more life with Sam before he died -- but it was clear that such a huge concept had to be pared down to bare bones in order to focus on the part that mattered to the prompter. That's why Dean's wife doesn't even get a name -- she's not actually part of the venn diagram with Sam and Dean, because that middle space is occupied only by Dean Jr and Sam. Really tricky to write and make coherent, and tbh I didn't think I'd succeeded. You guys seemed to like it anyway, though. Thanks for that. :)

the full house of wincest

5. If you wrote a sequel for the fic, what would it be?

So, one thing I always have to make clear with this series is that most of the stories aren't actually connected in the traditional way. They're all something to do with the idea that John and Dean's connection was (even) more incestuous than in the show, but it's lots of different (if subtle) variations on how that initial premise might work out.

That said: in a whole-series sense a 'sequel' would be John in heaven and Dean deciding whether or not he wants to talk to him. Obviously this would go very different ways depending on how the initial scenario went -- if it were grooming, or abuse, or bitter adult comfort, or or or. Sam would know by that point, I think, especially in a scenario where Sam and Dean were experiencing physicalized incest. Dean got a chance to not-really-talk to John in 'Lebanon'; in heaven, with eternity stretching out, and all pain set slightly aside, I wonder what he'd say? Maybe nothing. But I can see a scene where Dean's out fishing -- Sam at home reading alone for once -- and John walks up along the shore of the lake -- Mary at home... doing whatever Mary does for fun -- and Dean sets down his fishing pole and John sits on the cooler beside him and they... try to talk about it. Not either of their specialties, but I think they'd try. In that safe calm, knowing it was past. But I don't know how much time Dean chooses to spend at his parents' house, before or after that conversation. Not much, I think.

22. Have readers every misinterpreted something from the fic or given it a new meaning that you didn't intend?

New meaning, for sure. People bring their very complicated interpretations of John into all of these fics and that's right and fair -- so some people will read them more abusive and some people more as comfort, etc, and that's fine with me. It's a tricky scenario. In Elegy, particularly, though, there were some interesting reads. Quite a few people mentioned that they viewed the step into Sam and Dean's physicalized relationship very worrying/upsetting, in that context, which I knew was a possibility -- it starts with Dean treating it like a fight/punishment/sarcastic joke -- but didn't realize people would carry that through the entire sex scene, or indeed what came later.

What's most interesting to me about John/Dean is the refractions it casts over Sam/Dean, and it was clear in Elegy that the deep terrifying nastiness of Dean's feelings -- esp with how Sam didn't really understand how to read the J/D relationship -- made the "wrongness" of the sibling incest rear up again. In most fics tagged Sam/Dean people click in already bought into the assumptions shippers have; the John/Dean element recontextualizes it into something unromantic, born of abuse, something broken people do that isn't a win. My own read of Elegy's ending is that Sam and Dean will actually hook up again -- whether that's immediately or whether they have a pause -- but I can totally see someone viewing what happened as their one sexual experience ever, and it's a valid take.

(we're talking about fics, and specific fics in fact)

[juicemitio]

Alright I went to Louisville Galaxycon and saw Travis and Clint twice, for their worldbuilding workshop and their Q&A. Here's some interesting stuff I learned (I didn't include stuff they talked about that's pretty common knowledge or they talked about on the last ttazz)

Graduation 

Fitzroy was originally going to be a jock that was weak bc he no longer had a team, Travis told Griffin that that didn't really work for the world so they reframed it as him training to be a hero, was great academically and behaviorally, but had a problem no one had seen before and no one felt like dealing with. It specifically wasn't "barbarian fails bc he can't keep his rage in check," it was that no one was willing to deal with his magic so they shipped him off

Someone asked Travis to explain fitzroy's magic, so from the DM's mouth- he's a barbarian subtype with elemental magic which has a random effect while raging, which we haven't seen yet (path of the wild soul if you want to look it up and see what he can do) and he took a feat which gives him the ability to cast 3 cantrips of his choosing. What I thought was interesting was that Travis described Fitz's magic using the word "elemental" twice, even though that isn't specifically stated in the path of the wild soul entry

Travis knows Argo's secret and is very excited about it 

Clint has a pirate fiction book he reads every night before they record to get into the headspace to play Argo, he told us the name but I forgot it 

There is one small little concept that made the whole of graduation make sense to Travis and is what the arc will be about, and he only figured it out a few days before recording. Obviously he didn't tell us what it was

Originally it was going to start with everyone starting at age 11 and slowly killing the other kids off, but Justin didn't feel comfortable playing a game surrounded by kids dying 

The accounting scene is already one of Travis' all time favorite taz scenes

The pegasus scene informed Travis on exactly how he was going to treat the firbolg

Also Travis referred to Justin's character exclusively as "the firbolg," which means "master firbolg" is solely a thing going on with the npcs in the game which I find hilarious. They just all decided to give him a dope title bc he deserves it, meanwhile no one will call Fitzroy "sir"

To Fitzroy, social threats are an extremely real and serious thing, like the Biggest thing to him (we were talking about what characters found threatening in the workshop, for context)  

There's some big concept/idea that comes up in the next episode that travis almost let spill and had to quickly stop himself from saying it

Someone mentioned eating breakfast in their question in the workshop and Travis goofed on it for a second, then said "cereal world" suddenly, and Clint had to pick up the question bc Travis had to take a second to make a note of it in his phone 

Travis started brainstorming graduation in March and they recorded the first episode in October, and his main job in that time was working on graduation 

Before Buckminster was adapted for graduation he could not fight at all, if he got into a fight he would die, he poured everything into charisma and could talk his way out of any fight (even the big bad of the game he crit 20d his check and the big bad walked away from the fight) 

Travis is really into psychology and how if you assign a label to someone they're going to act more like it (ie you tell a kid they're amazing and smart and talented and they become more like that, you tell a kid they're annoying and dumb and a problem they become more like that), and how that was a major contributor to play into hero/villain/sidekick/henchperson dynamics, you get assigned this arbitrary title of good/evil/subservient and you become like that to fit the role, and then the inevitable pushing against that mold

Travis is fully aware of his story being compared to harry potter and he doesn't care bc it's apt (people in a school arbitrarily divided into four groups and one of them is the Bad One), also he knows people describe it as "sky high meets Harry Potter meets my hero academia" and he actually finds that really flattering bc he thinks that sounds cool and like something he'd want to watch 

On that note, Travis is a self-identified Slytherin and he's always upheld that the reason Slytherin is depicted in a bad light is bc Rowling decided she didn't like them, and he's always sympathized with the idea of a first year Slytherin working their ass off following the rules and doing their work and getting points, and Dumbledore rewards three idiots for breaking like every rule and pulls the trophy away from you. This was a big inspiration for graduation, of one group getting a bad rep and being portrayed as evil for literally no reason 

Amnesty

Clint & Travis's favorite scene they've ever done together was Ned & Aubrey's final scene together 

Aubrey and Dani do move in with each other at the end of amnesty

Balance

Travis' main emotion around taz is pride and he's most proud of the scene in stolen century with the spirits in the robots, bc they had to record it a second time bc it got way too dark and ended in a really grim way and about 20 min after they finished they all decided that they weren't happy with it, that it didn't fit the tone, he's really proud they didn't just leave it be and they took the second pass at it to make it right

I'm pretty sure he's talked about wanting to kill Magnus off at the beginning before but he mentioned that it was only at the end of petals to the metal he actually realized he wanted Magnus to live, bc Hurley had to sacrifice herself to save Magnus bc Magnus had been so reckless, that hit Travis really hard. Travis realized that Magnus' recklessness was getting people hurt and so Magnus did too, so Magnus become a bit more cautious and took up rogue training to try not to get anyone killed again 

Dust

Dust wasn't designed to be anything more than a one off and the workload was completely unsustainable, the document of notes for dust was about 100 pages and only about 10% of it got used

The reason Travis loved it so much was bc it was a mystery and he found it really fun

Commitment

Clint would love to revisit commitment, but probably not in podcast form bc he didn't find himself really being in the moment as much bc of all the different things he had to keep track of, he'd like to see a comic adaptation/continuation if possible

It was based of a comic he wrote that never got published bc the company producing it failed (he still cashed his paycheck) so he reused it bc he still liked it a lot, it was about how America was founded as a monarchy instead of a democracy and what that changed in the usa's (united sovereignty of america's) history, and how people now were fighting to establish a democracy. Also there were cowboys and spaceships and other cool stuff he put in there bc he liked it

General adventure zone

The reason why they're are able to do romantic relationships w/o being weirded out by it (they joke about it but they don't actually care) is bc it's never done in an explicit or sexual way and since it's the decision the characters would make to pursue the relationship then that's the decision they make. He reframed it as it wouldn't be weird if a family were writing a script together and there was a romance and one person wrote lines for one character and the other wrote lines for the other. He did mention that two siblings playing characters in a relationship as actors on screen wouldn't be cool though

They sometimes get comments that some of the stuff they do is "fanservice," but they feel that they owe their success to their fans and they owe some to them 

They are both aware of and proud that Justin is the best at character creation, Clint specifically really was talking about how Justin's strong suit is definitely character creation and characterization

General mcelroy stuff

They walked pretty close to me when they entered the stage room for the q&a and like… they're short, like shorter than you think

Travis referred to his unborn child as "baby dod" (I'm not 100% certain but I'm pretty sure) which I looked up and is a nickname for George, and given with their older kid being named Barbera and nicknamed BeBe and Travis talking before about how he and his wife like classic names with cool nicknames it makes sense

Travis had an earing in his right ear, I didn't get to see his left ear and I couldn't tell if it was an actual piercing or a fake, it looked really good though. Also his tinted glasses look a lot cooler irl than they do in pictures

Clint told the teenage mutant Ninja turtle story with the signatures that griffin told on mbmbam, but Clint remembered it as happening at King's Island, not Disney. This story was prompted by the question of the biggest lie he ever told his kids, and he only came clean about this a few months ago

Travis told a story about how he finished a videogame when he was younger and was so excited that he picked up a plastic knife, yelled "throwing knife!" threw it directly at Griffin who dodged it and it hit and shattered a window

[stephenkohlbear]

The Assistant And The Comedian

Genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint

Word Count: 1,812

Summary: you're Stephen's assistant and it's the first day of the Late Show. Before the show, the two of you share a tender moment, but Stephen has trouble coming to terms with his feelings.

Being Stephen Colbert's assistant was both tiring and sort of fun. For most parts, you can get anything from other people in the blink of an eye just by mentioning his name. Paperwork can get done and filed with ease, But just because your work-life was easy, didn’t mean that your personal life was any different.

Your boyfriend, Robert, viewed your job as an inconvenience. He couldn't comprehend how you were able to "tolerate an idiot like Colbert." He brought it up every chance he could, making you feel guilty about your job. The last argument you'd had resulted in him admitting his jealousy. 

He scoffed, "I mean seriously, Y/N, he's so full of himself, for goodness sake, he has a building with his own name on it!" 

"You have absolutely no idea what he's like, Robert!" You hastily continued to shove your clothes into a bag. 

"Of course I do! I go with you to every one of those damn parties he throws! The man is such an asshole," he threw his hands up, "everything he does, he does to spite me. All the dinners, parties, and late nights. Who the hell needs to work late to discuss guest appearances!" 

You abruptly stopped your shoving. "Are you suggesting I'm sleeping with my boss?" 

"Yes," he snapped, "I am."

You sighed heavily, "Can anyone tell me where Stephen is?" 

Today was the beginning of a new chapter in Stephen's life, and everyone who worked for him. After 5 months of being off the air, he was returning to TV as the host of The Late Show. 

Of course, you were thrilled for what lie ahead, yet you worried about how the public would view Stephen. For the first time in ten years he wouldn't be behind the mask he'd always worn. He'd be himself, the real Stephen Colbert, the one you've always known.

Paul walked by, a mic and props in his hands, "Check his office." 

You listened to him and made your way to Stephen's office, only to find him sitting at his desk. 

"Stephen," 

He raised his hands in defense, "I know, I know," he sighed, "I'll be out in a minute," he stood up to walk over to the window, admiring the cars below, "just first day jitters." 

You set the papers in your hands down on to his desk before walking over to where he stood. You stood so closely that both your shoes touched, like they always did. You and Stephen had been like this for years.

Neither of you minded your bodies accidentally brushing against each other; you barely dodged him anymore when it happened. 

You didn’t mind the occasional touch on the shoulder, on the arm, on a thigh even. You would lean over and dab a runaway drop of sauce off each other one’s face and think nothing of it. 

You hugged to celebrate. You hugged to console. Sometimes you just hugged for the hell of it. The concept of personal space was almost entirely lost to the two of you. 

Everything felt heavy, weighed down by the tension in the small office. Stephen glanced down at you. Never before did you feel this feeling that was currently rising in your chest. 

There was just something different about Stephen that you couldn’t quite place. Perhaps it was his sharp and elegant appearance that had you at a loss of words. Possibly his grin, or even those dark brown and beautiful eyes of his.

The glass windows showcased both your figures, standing inches apart from each other. Stephen loved moments like these. He loved admiring you, even if you weren't interested in him, he cherished you, he always had. 

He was in love with you. 

He was in love with you and planned to be in love with you for the rest of his life, if you would let him. Stephen had always said there was no greater testament than love itself. 

To him, love was in every sense of the word to offer his entire heart and place it on someone's bare hands, in this case your hands, despite knowing that you might crush it before his very eyes.

Your eyes sparkled in the night as the street lights from below hit them. He noticed all the things you didn’t, all the things you couldn’t.

He hesitantly opened his mouth to speak, "Oh thank God! Stephen where have you been?" The moment was interrupted by Paul, "we need you in hair and makeup for touch ups, we have an hour until show time." 

Stephen brought his right hand to his temples, rubbing them dubiously, "Paul, please I'll be right there, just give me a second," he stared at his best friend, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

He seemed to have gotten the message and quickly exited the room, "alright, alright." The door shut softly.

Stephen turned to you again, smiling weakly, "I was going to say something," his smile faded," but it looks like I don't have much time." He glanced at his watch

Your eyes fell to the floor, "it's okay."

Stephen brought a finger to your chin, slowly lifting it, "Could my lovely assistant help me with my tie before I leave?" He's almost shy, speaking with an air of delicacy.

“Anything for my favorite comedian,” you jest, moving to fiddle with the black silk, “Windsor knot?”

"Y/N you know me all too well."

The moment is quiet, and you take your time to make the knot even and clean, your fingertips grazing the hot skin of his neck as you flip up his collar. His aftershave is heavy, dark and very Stephen. You find yourself feeling a little small under his gaze, as it burns into you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Stephen says, his voice lilting with something sweet, “just admiring the view.”

You laugh, your current choice of clothing was nothing to swoon over. You'd chosen a plain pearl dress shirt, black dress pants, all to be topped off with a pair of Vans. Needless to say you were a mess. 

Stephen’s eyes widen, and his lips part, confusion flashing through his eyes as he glances at you, “Hey!” He pouts, brows furrowing. "You're breathtaking.” 

You avoided eye contact as you laid his tie down, flattening it. "Thank you, Y/N." You nod.

You can't see it, but he smiles tenderly, wishing he had the courage to admit his feelings, to say what he'd been dying to say since he'd hired you. 

You smile, looking up at Stephen’s pretty visage. His office light casts a dim shadow on his face that insinuates his long, model-like eyelashes, showing the faint redness in his cheeks.

He holds back smiling like the fool he is. Admittedly, he is a hopeless romantic at heart, although the pursuit of pure heartbreak looms over him, almost taunting him. 

You brought him back down to earth, when everything feels as if falling apart or moving too far away. One look at you, and his breathing was steady. His heart rate picks up a bit, and his hands are clammy. Not because he’s scared, but because you make him nervous. 

You touch his soul so deeply, to the point where he is completely, and utterly vulnerable to your grasp. 

He loved the conversations you two had late at night, as you both forced your eyes to stay open a little bit longer. They were energy-filled with debates about love, adoration, knowledge, truths, and so much more. He wanted more of it, more of you. 

As he stands there, in the moment, admiring you as stand before him, he wishes he wasn't so terrified of loving you. Given his past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability, for yet another person frightens the fuck out of him. 

"Y/N," he breathes heavily, "thank you, for everything," he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I'll see you after the show." He exits the room, leaving you alone in his office. 

"That's a wrap everyone! Thank you all so much for a great first show," Stephen raises his glass, "and here's to many more!" 

The entire staff is smiling and cheering, yourself included, at Stephen, who currently stood on the roof of the theater. The after party was in full swing.  

After his toast, everyone went back to partying, which left Stephen to himself. Stephen bobs his head and chews at his lip. His smile is anxious, despite the elated, conspiratorial expressions on everyone else. They’re all too distracted by their own excitement to notice that the man who gave it to them isn’t all there. 

He's too distracted by the thought of you. 

Hastily he jumped off the roof, and on to the floor, not acknowledging your presence. You cleared your throat, hoping he'd hear you over the noise currently being emitted from the partygoers. 

"Hey," he beamed, "I missed you." You blush at his comment, still flustered by the kiss from earlier. 

Slowly he makes his way to you, “Can I have this dance, Y/N?” He holds his hand out to you, kneeling in front of you as if you are royalty. You play along and give your best royal accent.  

“Of course.” You place your left hand softly in his right, his eyes glisten under the light, making you smile. He pulls you closer to him, one arm securely around your waist, while your arm rests on his shoulder, playing the curls at the nape of his neck. 

You both swayed to the rhythm of the music, completely ignoring the fact that some of the staff was watching. In this second, in this minute, it didn’t matter. 

As you dance, time felt slow. Together, you danced to the music, feet in perfect sync to the beating of your heart. As the song progressed, you felt relaxed as you let the words of the song tell each other how you feel. You allowed a small smile to form on your lips, and he reciprocates.

His eyes are deep and irresistible, but never leaving yours. He leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips, causing your heartbeat to accelerate. 

The warmth between the both of you grows more powerful by the second, as you get more emotional with the song. Your heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. 

Stephen decided to let go. Let his worries, his pain, and sorrow go. Right here, right now, he was living. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore, except for you. 

You continue to dance until the song ended causing you to fall into his arms for a hug. You feel him kiss the top of your head, with a smile still lingering on his lips. 

“Guess what?” He mumbles into your ear, causing you to look up at him. 

“What?”

"I love you."

[shawnpetermuffins]

Disney Daze

A/n: This took forever to write just because of who I am as a person and I had like 0 motivation. But I'm back and ready to write. I really like this concept, so I hope the story does it justice.

Summary: They call it the happiest place on earth. Shawn and y/n think other wise.

Warnings: fluff and lots of it, slight mentions of smut.

***

Shawn looks down at you, his girlfriend, his hands tangled in yours. She's beautiful, he thinks to himself. You're standing next to him, sunglasses shielding your y/e/c eyes - they're his favorite place to get lost. You've been together for two years, and he'd been touring the majority of that time, so when he finally got some "time off" he took you with him to California.

Of course you had hoped it would be just the two of you on this little adventure, but would never admit that because he wants to see his friends too. And lucky for you, you're good with his team, so having them tag along wasn't all bad. Except for when Shawn got a little more handsy than he usually would and the guys would point it out by making more sexual jokes than you'd like. Neither of you are shy about the aspects of your relationship by any means; his friends and team use that against you though and love to make fun. They don't mean it maliciously, though and you both know that.

"You're undressing her with your eyes, Shawny boy," Teddy said, pulling the bill of his cap over his eyes. "I don't blame you though."

You laugh and fix his sunglasses while he pushes his hat back in place, "Oh Teddy, you're making me blush. I don't think your fiance will approve." You say just loud enough for Emily to hear. She was able to take a break from her busy filming schedule to join you guys.

"Oh, I approve. You're a cutie."

You shake your head, "Oh, you've got major competition now, bubs."

He hummed and pulled you closer. "They can look all they want. As long as I'm the one undressing you later tonight."

"Play your cards right and you just might get lucky," you said, wrapping your arms around his torso while you walked, making you both kind of slow down a little because the angle was all wrong, but neither of you wanted to let go. He hummed and kissed the top of your head.

"Where to first?" Josiah asked, but you two weren't paying much attention. You were so caught up in the proximity of each other that you couldn't focus on anything outside of your arms length - which just so happen to still be around each other. "Carsland it is!" He said after some discussion from the group. "Maybe we need partners. I'll be with y/n!" He exclaimed. That caught Shawn's attention.

"Over my dead body. She's my partner."

"Oh, so you can hear?" Andrew teased. "Good to know." He patted Shawn's shoulder. "Come on. We're going to Carsland."

"Wasn't Niall supposed to come with us?" You asked as you made your way deeper into the park. "Should we have waited for him at the entrance?"

Shawn shook his head, "He got tied up at the studio. Said he couldn't make it."

You got stopped only a handful of times on your way to the Cars, and that's probably the least amount he's ever been stopped in public with you. But neither of you minded the interruptions.

Shawn took you on nearly every ride - Radiator Springs Racers twice because he wanted to ride in both cars, took you into every store, begging to buy you something even though he'd already bought you more than you needed at the first store you went to. "They all have the same stuff," you shrugged, taking the change from his hand so you could do the penny press. "Really, bubs, I don't need anything else. I just want to make the pennies." You know he rolled his eyes from behind those glasses that covered his beautiful eyes far too well.

"There you guys are!" Teddy exclaimed when she finally found you in the corner of the shop. "Figures I'd find you making out in a corner."

"It's hard to make out when his hat literally hits my forehead every time he leans down to kiss me," I point out. Shawn chuckles and rests his hands on my waist.

"Why were you looking for us? We haven't been gone five minutes. We would have caught up." Shawn mumbled as we walked out into the blinding California sun.

"You've been gone twenty minutes. We started thinking you finally got mobbed." Finally, you giggled, as if it was an event that everyone knew would happen eventually. "Figured we would have to send out a rescue team here pretty soon."

"Well we're fine. No need to worry."

---

It was nearing three when you guys made your way over to the Disneyland side of the park.

"Look, babe!" You nodded to your right. "It's Belle!"

He hummed, "there's not a long line. You want to take a picture?"

"Only if you take one with me."

"Course I will. Josiah, will you take our picture?"

"That's what I do, man." He took Shawn's phone while we got in line.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," Shawn muttered to himself when he looked through all the photos you've taken together today. You and the team were all sitting in a shaded area, rehydrating after having walked for hours upon hours. You and him, however, didn't seem to be slowing down. He had managed to take you on another few rides, except for the really tall ones like splash mountain; you were on the verge of tears when he suggested it. So instead he took you to ride the tea cups - three times. He was currently rewatching the video he took of you spinning the cup around, giggling and just genuinely having a great time. He loved seeing you this way. Carefree and vibrant. It wasn't often that you let this side of you out and he knew that, making sure to bask in every moment where you didn't have a single care in the world.

Your chin rested on his shoulder, water bottle nearly empty in your hand. "Have I told you yet that I think you look very handsome today?" You pressed a soft kiss to the shell of his ear and heard him take in a breath.

"No. But thank you." His hand found your free one and he brought it to his lips for a quick kiss, and even though you wanted to keep your hands joined, his were starting to clam up and they were way too hot for you to hold them comfortably. "And have I told you yet that I'm so desperately in love with you?"

You thought it over, "Only like three times since we sat down," you teased.

"Haha, very funny." He booped the tip of your nose. "I'm still gonna tell you again. I love you. I mean it. I really, really do."

You hummed and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek "I love you, too, rockstar." His hand rested on the back of yout head and he smoothly brought you to his lips, kissing you nice and slow, a soft gasp eliciting your mouth when his teeth sunk in your bottom lip.

"Hey!" Andrew threw an empty water bottle at the two of you, "We're in public! Keep it in your pants, maybe?" He said as you separated from your boyfriend, your face feeling hot.

Shawn shook his head, laughing, placing his tattooed hand on your thigh. "They're never allowed to come anywhere with us ever again."

"Definitely not," you agreed.

---

The walk back to the car consisted of Shawn running around aimlessly with you on his back and you laughing uncontrollably into his shoulder.

"Why were we never that cute?" You heard Teddy ask Emily when Shawn set you down and just as quickly picked you back up bridal style and once again started running around like a maniac.

"It's ten o'clock! Calm down, eh?" Andrew suggested.

Shawn ignored him and placed a chaste kiss on your neck. "Come on, Andrew. You never been in love before?" He asked, finally putting you back on the ground, but keeping hold of your hand and spinning you around once, pulling you back to his chest so that you were walking - stumbling, would be a more accurate description - synchronously.

Once back to the hotel, you all went separate ways. Andrew and Josiah went up to bed, Teddy and Emily went to the bar, and you and Shawn went to the pool after changing into your bathing suits. "Hey," he whispered into your hair while you walked casually against the edge of the pool.

Your eyes fluttered open to look at your beautiful boy. "Hmm?" Your hands found purchase in his curls.

He reached out and grabbed the back of youd thighs, and you wrapped them around his waist. "Thank you for today." He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and slowly started trailing them down to the base of your throat.

"I had fun," you managed to breathe out before his teeth grazed your collar bone. "Oh," you moaned softly.

"You looked beautiful today. Couldn't take my eyes off you." His kisses trailed even lower and his hands slipped under the strings of you top.

"Really?" You giggled. "I hadn't noticed."

"I want you," he murmured into your chest, slickly untying your top.

You squealed and hit his arm, "Babe! We're in public!"

He looked around at the completely empty poolside, "Oh yeah, people are definitely gonna say something." His hands cupped your breasts and your eyes closed at the contact.

"Shawn, please," you said into his neck.

"You wanna go to the room?" He asked, his left hand inching it's way to your bikini bottoms.

You gulped and nodded when his fingers met your unexposed skin. "Now, please."

---

Breathing heavily, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as climbed off him. "Thank you, baby. So good to me."

You could only hum in response. Catching your breath, you found his hand and played with his fingers for a little bit before you felt yourself growing more and more sleepy. "I love you," you muttered, rolling onto your side.

"I love you," he said back, curling his arm around your waist. Laying beneath the sheets, with his arm wrapped around your naked body, you knew there was no place on earth you'd rather be.

***

A/n: this took so long, I'm sorry. My next fic will be up Wednesday or Thursday though, I promise.

[books-are-cool]

Tiger and Bunny season 2 is out! So I'm re-watching season 1 so I'm refreshed.

Anyway, I'm always amazed by how much I love this anime, I think it might just be my favorite.

For those who don't know Tiger and Bunny is an older superhero anime that kind of puts a twist on it. I've seen a lot of "newer" posts talk about how similar it is to MHA, and to be fair they do have similarities, but I think T&B does it better.

MHA is at it's core a shounen manga/anime and it really shows. There are some twists to it (like how Midoriya doesn't win the sports festival when in an older one he would've), but it's still very much a shounen. (Don't worry, no more MHA talk, that's not what this post is about.) T&B just feels like it's in it's own category.

T&B has a smaller cast of 8 heroes, with 2 of them being the titular characters. The show focuses mainly on Kotetsu and Barnaby, with the other heroes operating as secondary characters and then having a few more characters as supporting. I think the show thrives on how few characters there are to focus on, therefore offering more time to focus on them, and even more on their relationships with Kotetsu, because that's what really makes this show (in my opinion).

Kotetsu means a lot to a lot of the people he interacts with (though he's not that good of a dad, he tries though); Antonio is his best friend, they were schoolmates, Ivan looks up to him and wants to be more like him, and Karina develops feelings for him when he helps her figure whether she's gonna keep being a hero, he encourages her to do what she wants to do, and after seeing how he helps people even when the odds are bad and hearing a guy badmouth them really pushes her to be a hero. (I'm glad that the most that comes of that is her being attracted to him, at no point does ever seem like they'll get together (she's 17 at the beginning of the series)). Kotetsu never dismisses Nathan for their gender either, Nathan offers their company (just snuggling) for the night and he kindly turns them down, other people are more aggressive about it, Karina outright denies them when they mention being apart of the girls (they use she/they pronouns). They all like him because of the kind of guy he is, he's kind, caring, and does everything because he wants to help people. Honestly, the only reason Barnaby even becomes more tolerable as a person is because he spends so much time around Kotetsu, if he didn't I'd bet he'd still be pretty stuck-up. (Yuri's also like "I'll tolerate 1 hero and 1 hero only" and that hero's Kotetsu.)

I mentioned earlier that this is a hero show with a twist, and the twist is that all the heroes are sponsored by companies in order to actually be heroes (they get paid to be superheroes, what a novel concept). Most of the characters don't feel like they're there to be heroes, to help people, they obsess over rankings and points and despite being coworkers are more often at odds with each other, trying to one-up everyone else. Karina became a hero solely because she was told it was the only way she'd get to be a singer. Ivan seems to do it because that's what's expected of him.

There's a scene where Barnaby walks by a kid whose balloon is stuck in a tree and he just kind of, smirks, and walks on. Kotetsu sees the kid and stops and helps and even talks to the kid, even if he didn't come out of it feeling that good, he's not even at work. He always put other people first, he calms the kid in the 2nd episode by talking to him and understanding where he's coming from while Barnaby just treats him like a criminal, with the bomb threat he's the only one who notices anything's up and doesn't let Agnes and her crew join them to get footage. He'll make a joke of himself to make other people feels better or draw the attention off the others if they're not feeling up to it. He's gotten himself nearly killed a few times because he's trying to keep other people safe.

The show is also a bit diverse; you got 4 white people, though Ivan's at least Russian, Antonio's Mexican, Nathan's black and is feminine non-binary (they're also the only hero to own the company they work for), Pao-Lin's Chinese, and Kotetsu and his family are Japanese. Of course that's only the main cast and other anime are usually a full cast of Japanese characters.

This was a bit of a ramble but I just like this show so much and Kotetsu is such a good character and I wanted to talk about it.