#I wasn't gonna do a lot of random reblogs here but this is too good

[runningupthatvecna]

the law of seat partners | part 3

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a/n: ok this chapter is honestly a wild ride from start to finish, really had to look into google maps to get the geographics right here, sorry if it's a bit inaccurate, the dimensions in the us are a bit difficult to grasp for my european brain lol. same goes for the bus interior and the structure of road houses. also this is gonna be super self-indulgent since i keep picturing eddie as someone with this wholesome, kind and super soft stray dog side of personality that you only get to see once you break through his shell and i'm basically just romanticising the shit out of him in this entire story. also i apologize if the whole part is a bit random, it's just that i didn't plan for this thing to even have more than one part lol. anyway, thanks for reading and please leave me comments and reblogs if you're enjoying this little series! there will be a part 4.

summary: you're still on that damn bus with eddie. he plays you some of his favourite songs and they turn out to sound really familiar. when you do finally arrive at the camp, you find yourself spending even more time with your favourite metalhead and he makes it just a bit more clear that he might really like you back. and yeah, everyone around you already seems to know.

cw/tw: first off i want to clarify that eddie and reader both are at least twenty! slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers overall, (brief) allusions to +18 adult content (minors go away!), sexual tension, lots of physical touch, reader being self-conscious, angst, not feeling good enough briefly, a bit of self-sabotage if you squint, a few more pet names, bestfriend!Steve being reader's rock once again, reassurance, eddie not committing a crime, no mention of y/n, no mentions of reader's physical attributes except hair.

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Lunch break acted as a reminder that the rest of your friends were also still there.

That's how lost you were getting with Eddie Munson and your legs in his lap.

The gang was once again standing in a kind of circle shaped form outside on the parking lot next to the bus. You had passed Chicago already a while ago and the blue sky hadn't exactly followed you to Wisconsin, but thankfully it wasn't raining either.

Without even thinking about it you had taken the position between Eddie and Steve.

Jonathan and Nancy were standing opposite of you, the former holding his beloved pentax in his hands, it dangling from his shoulder on a strap being the guy's default. Always ready to press the shutter, just so now.

Steve groaned a little, complaining about how his hair just wasn't looking good enough to be in a photo right now, but no one cared. As someone who loved taking photos – probably even more than the Byers boy – it was in fact one of your pet peeves whenever someone complained about having their photo taken. In your book, photos depicted memories. Why wouldn't you want to be in them?

"You gonna fill that film up today, Jon?", you asked with a grin, and the photographer just nodded.

"Alright, now that we caught Steve's mesmerizing beauty on film, anyone wanna go grab a bite?", Robin asked into the round while shifting her weight continuously from her toes to her heels and back, trying her best not to sound too desperate to get something between her teeth.

"Oh shit yeah, I'm dying", Steve replied after a quick yawn and stretch and the three freshmen boys agreed with heavy nods and exclamations of the words yes and finally.

Their boyish eagerness made Nancy chuckle just a little, and she continued by taking the hand of the older Byers boy and pulling him along with her, leading the way to the building for the rest of you.

Jonathan kept turning around every few meters to just take candids of everyone, trying to fill up the roll of film just so he could reload once you guys would arrive at the camp.

Everyone in the gang seemed to be willing to at least check out the offers from the shop, and like, get a slushie or something.

"M'lady?"

Eddie had squinted one of his eyes shut looking at you while holding his arm out for you to hold onto it, just so you both could follow the group.

"Oh, thank you good sir."

He was just a little taller than you, which made walking with your arm hooked into his quite comfortable.

You threw the knowing smile of his towards you right back at him.

And while you were following the rest of your friends, he leaned in to talk to you. Even more.

"Quite rude of Ms Kelley to interrupt our sacred listening session like that. I guess she just doesn't seem to value a good tune, huh?"

"We didn't even start the tape, Eddie."

"But we already had headphones on so we were about to, that still counts."

He poked a finger into your side while walking, trying to stop you from bringing another absolutely valid and logical argument to his silly remark, making you squeak and jump to the side a little instead, letting go of his arm.

You only could see Steve's head turn towards you, having heard your exclamation of surprise. More of his reaction was kept hidden from you though, since Eddie had decided to continue poking, so you were left with no choice but to run, giggling like a toddler.

"Eddieeee, stoooop", you yelled in a higher pitch than your normal voice, trying and failing miserably at the attempt to hide between Robin, Will and Lucas.

You could hear your friends laugh, the sight must have been hilarious.

There was no escaping Eddie the freak Munson.

You had almost reached the motion sensor of the front door when he grabbed you by the waist, pulled your back flush against his front and apparently felt no hesitation encasing you in his arms entirely. He let out a short, low hum at the feeling and it sent a shiver straight through you.

You were slowly getting warm at the frequency you were having physical contact with him, but having so much of his body touching yours in this way did not leave you unaffected in the slightest.

His embrace made your heartbeat speed up, but it also transported this really comforting, almost soothing wave of feeling protected.

And it had you yearning for him. And it was essentially confusing you.

"Say that I'm right", you heard his deep voice mumble, the side of his head pressed lightly against yours.

You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The way he smelled. The way he held you tight.

Yeah, bye.

"Huh?"

You wanted your voice to sound equally low to his, but it didn't come out quite as such.

"Ms Kelley disrespects the law."

He couldn't be serious.

"Eddieeeeee!", you laughed at his silliness and the great amount of dramatics he put into his persistence with referring to his law of seat partners rule joke thing.

The long haired boy let go of you since the others had caught up. You just saw him grin at you, before Steve swung an arm around his shoulders, pulling his best friend through the sliding doors, while you felt Max grab your hand.

The road house your teachers had decided to stop at consisted of a restaurant, bathrooms of course and a small convenience store, the latter being the destination of Max and you, while the others ventured out into the restaurant, trying to find something warm and edible to stuff themselves with before they would join the both of you.

"Are you having a good time? With him, I mean", Max dropped at you, slowly strolling through the aisles of products that ranged from sweets over car supplies to toothpaste.

The widest grin was plastered over her face as she eyed you curiously.

The question surprised you a little. And maybe you hadn't really been aware of your surroundings for the last few hours, for obvious reasons.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he's being so sweet", you replied to your friend, "not sure what's gotten into him today though, he's never been like this."

Max gave you a questioning look, clearly asking you to elaborate.

"I don't know, I mean he's always throwing arms around me and stuff, but this, I don't know, this feels different", you continued, not being able to meet her eye, "I mean, he's always nice to me when we're around each other, but he seems so much m–"

"He likes you."

Max interrupted your sentence.

"What?"

"It's so fucking obvious. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

I mean, yeah sure you had taken notice of the way he had been gazing at you with his baby cow eyes all day today. Actually, ever since he met you all those months ago, now that you're thinking about it. But why would you read anything into that?

You felt warmth spreading over your cheeks.

Did Eddie Munson really like you? Like that?

"He's just being nice, Max."

Only now you shot her a look, trying to tell her what you were too self-conscious, even anxious about to say out loud.

Guys never really seemed to see you as someone they could like. You were so used to the vast majority of them treating you as one of their bros, if they even treated you like anything at all, so when there was someone showing interest in you in other ways, it freaked the living hell out of you. To the point of denying yourself something potentially nice. Or more like, someone nice.

"Just nice? He is never that nice to me! I think you're just way too much in your head about this. You know you like him. And he likes you back, it's crystal clear to me, in fact, to all of us."

Wait. All of them? Had he talked to anyone about you?

Now you were the one giving her the questioning look, and before you could say anything, Robin popped up next to the both of you with a pair of wide eyes along with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, what are we buying, hm? I need more cookies, Steve and Jonathan ate all of them already", she informed you, walking off to find her restock of baked sweets, just as quickly as she had appeared.

You giggled lightly at the similarity of her and your snack situation.

Max only gave you a grin and a wink through her sky blue eyes before following Robin to the cookie section. The boys and Nancy returned from their feast not long after and you had tried your best to bring your focus to the task at hand: finding something snackable that wasn't too much of an overload, but also essential for the remaining time on the road.

Steve grabbed and pulled you away from the others on the way outside, back to the bus. The thirty minutes were almost over and no one wanted to risk being left in the middle of nowhere aka Bumfuck, Wisconsin, nor having a search party consisting of Ms Kelley and Mr Clarke out roaming the area.

"Hey there", Steve looked at you while walking by your side and throwing an arm around you.

He truly was your best friend and so you just happened to know everything about each other's lives. He had always been your rock throughout high school and mainly responsible for having you be part of the gang. He knew about your issues and always tried to give you advice.

You let your arm sneak around Steve's back, around the height of his waist.

"Everything alright with you, honey?"

You glanced up at him just nodding and he shot you a knowing look, before turning his head around to wink at someone.

The grin on his face widened before turning his attention back to you.

"Uh yeah, I'm having a good time, thanks for checking on me", you replied to him while holding onto the box of chocolates you had ended up buying.

"Munson treating you right I hope, yeah?", Steve inquired further.

You could feel your heart jump a little at the mention of Eddie's name. What you also could feel was the eyes of the long wavy haired boy on your back. He had run after Dustin who had pinched his ass on the way out and you just assumed they were a bit further behind you and Steve.

"A bit more than usual, yeah. I don't really understand why, though. Max said he likes me? But–"

A little frown now covered Steve's lightly freckled face.

You stopped. He stopped. And kept his arm around you. And then you sighed, when his big brown eyes found yours and the way he looked at you changed into a worried brow furrow.

"I think I'm terrified, Steve. I don't know how to behave around him seriously and I don't know how to handle all the affection. That's all so new and I don't want to disappoint him because he deserves someone who's able to give him everything he wants and he's already making himself vulnerable by letting someone in close like that and what if he's gonna realise that I'm just really weird for not being used to–"

"Hey, hey sweetheart, slow down", Steve put a stop to your little ramble, a soft tone to his voice, "you're overthinking. You like him, isn't that right?"

You just looked up at him, almost a bit teary eyed since you were realising a lot of things at the moment, and dealing with your own insecurities and issues was just not easy. Especially in a situation where you couldn't retreat or flee.

And then you nodded.

Steves frown shifted into a grin.

"Then there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Eddie right there is probably genuinely surprised that you're not shying or running away from him, like everyone else. Just look."

Steve pointed in Eddie's direction which made you turn your head. Next thing you saw was the metalhead chasing after Dustin again, both of them running through the group trying not to bump into anyone, all the way over the expanse of the parking lot like two headless chickens, his dark mane flowing in the wind which carried the laughter and giggles of the whole group over to you.

The sight made you laugh a little.

"I mean, not that he really ever tried to get close to someone, like, he doesn't have to try for people to be sort of intimidated and even scared off by him, but that's besides the point. Anyway, I just know for a fact that you could never disappoint him. I'm very sure he's gonna be fine adapting himself to your pace", Steve explained and then paused to take a deep breath.

"It's up to you of course, but I'd just hate to see you get in your own way just because you're too much in your own pretty, little head."

You had snapped your head around again, and Steve lovingly ruffled your hair a little, the way he always did when he tried to tell you that he'd always be there for you and the situation you'd found yourself in would turn out just fine.

You would be just fine.

Deep down you knew Steve was right.

"Yeah, yeah I know. You know how I can get sometimes", you replied to him, reciprocating the same look Steve was now giving you. The depth in his brown eyes was radiating warmth and it helped you calm down your racing thoughts. Steve had known Eddie for a bit longer and was closer with him in general, which was one of your reasons to believe the words of your best friend. In this moment at least.

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It was time for the tape.

You took off your shoes again and pulled your legs up to rest your feet on the barrier, this time right in front of you, facing more towards the window.

The boy next to you was still trying to catch his breath from shaking off some energy, pulling a squished paper bag with greasy spots out of the back pocket of his jeans and placing it on his lap, before he lost the vest and leather jacket. He then proceeded to sit down, take both of your headphones and held yours out to you.

"Alright, unlike Ms Kelley, let's obey the law again, huh?"

He let out a deep chuckle when you nodded with a smile.

"Oh hey, and I got you some extra fries, just in case you get hungry."

He handed the small paper bag to you.

Did he just carry fries in his ass pocket?

The thought made you snort.

Oh Munson.

"Did you pay for them?"

"Yeah of course I did. Is that all you think of me, sweetheart?"

There they were again. His dark brown doe eyes blinking at you all sweet, the purest form of Eddie he was willing to show you in this moment.

He was clearly letting you in. Showing himself to you. Letting you read his eyes, hoping you would take the hint which he secretly was yet too insecure to speak out.

He was the town's freak after all and getting his hopes up had never really turned out too positive for him. It had painfully taught him to better keep everyone at a distance.

It took every little ounce of willpower that you could find in yourself to not melt into a puddle, right there in that seat.

And if that wasn't enough already – him being thoughtful enough to think of you while devouring his own lunch – he pressed play on your walkman, before you could give him any sort of response to the fries situation.

The fact that the opening chords of Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears now filled your ears, your absolute favourite song, was sending you into another dimension.

How did he know your favourite fucking song? Did he ask Steve? He must have asked Steve.

He had asked Steve specifically about your music taste.

So many thoughts were flooding your brain at the same time, you were having trouble catching up.

The boy next to you just grinned at your visibly delighted reaction. And then he leaned in a little and you felt the heat once again rise to your cheeks.

"Is that good, that's a real good song, yeah?", you heard him ask, a very light sultry tone to his voice, after you quickly pushed one of your headphones behind your ear.

"Yes Eddie, immaculate choice right there", you praised him in a similar tone, before giving him a genuine giggle, unable to hide the way he was undeniably making you all flustered and earning another warm chuckle from him in return.

The way his cheeks turned into a beautiful shade of rose almost made your heart combust in your ribcage. At this point he was practically beaming with pride, reveling in the fact that he had elicited praise out of you. And it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

You lightly nudged your shoulder into his, which made him lift his arm, a gesture for you to lean into his figure.

"Come here, you."

That head of yours landed on his shoulder and you let him drape his arm over your torso like a seatbelt. A (still very) warm hand was placed between your waist and hip and you were pretty convinced it was going to burn a big hole right through the fabric of your shirt.

He just had to touch you, right?

His boldness however gave you enough of a confidence boost to return the gesture. At this point you needed to tell him, too. Make him feel the burn on his own skin. So you just hugged his arm, pulling it close and nuzzling the side of your face into the soft fabric of his hellfire shirt covering the skin between bicep and shoulder.

With every song you went on listening to, it became more clear than ever that Eddie Munson must really have gone all the way to Steve Harrington's house to ask him for a list of your favourite songs. Which he could then put on a mixtape. For you.

That's what you do for friends, right?

Yeah, right.

For a few songs you both just sat there in utter peace as you watched the landscape outside the window pass by. The wide plains of Wisconsin, fields of crops, forests, small gatherings of houses, farms, barns and horses and cows and sheep. The sky was slowly losing its light grey cover, which had you anticipating an actually nice sunset later.

He had leaned his head against yours, which made his warm breath trickle down the side of your neck down to your collarbone. And you had felt the goosebumps spread all over your arms underneath your longsleeve.

You were feeding off of the warmth radiating from Eddie's body once again, and the ringed hand on your waist had started rubbing up and down softly and slowly.

When Eddie felt you leaning more of your weight into his side, you could hear him let out a satisfied little sigh.

Every second of this part of your little road trip, whenever he tried to search for some form of physical closeness, felt like a fever dream.

And you didn't want to wake up just yet. How about never?

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Golden hour announced itself by coating the trees of the forest, the earthy paths for walking, the accumulation of dark wooden cabins and the water on the vast lake in gradients of yellow and orange.

Said lake would look more like the sea to you, it made little waves that were lightly crashing onto the shore of a small beach of a bay around which the camp was located, and it was so vast in fact that you were unable to see the opposing shore on the horizon.

You had just woken up from another nap which you had slipped into after one, two, you actually don't know how many hours of watching the endless fields and forests pass by through half-closed eyelids. Listening to The Romantics, New Order, Fleetwood Mac, The Cure, Genesis and of course Metallica, on Eddie's account.

Still surrounded by the warmth of his body, still tucked in between torso and arm. His hand however had sneakily breached an invisible barrier, now resting comfortably beneath the hem of your shirt on the skin of your waist. You didn't dare to check, but the hole in your shirt was certainly there now, burned through.

Even Ms Kelley's announcement of your arrival didn't bother any of you to move or shift positions. Or god forbid, separate your bodies.

You only slightly turned your head to watch Mr Clarke leave the bus in the corner of your eye, probably to head into the administration office of the camp with the intention to make your arrival known to the staff and to pick up keys for about 40 students.

From what they had told you pre-trip, you were gonna be sharing a cabin with Nancy, Robin and Max, since the plan foresaw keeping the middle schoolers separate from the older kids. And of course there couldn't be any cabins accommodating groups of mixed genders.

Which is precisely why Eddie was going to share his cabin with Jonathan, Steve and Dustin, while Lucas and Will had the honours to be joined in theirs by Gareth and Jeff.

Before letting you go to take the headphones off and gather all your things, Eddie's grip on your waist tightened a bit as he pulled you minimally closer for just two seconds, the vibration of his chest against your back telling you that he was humming softly.

You already missed him, and you hadn't even left the bus yet.

The structure of the camp was simple. There were ten cabins, each of them intended to accommodate up to four people comfortably. A row of them was spread out along the shore of the lake directly by the water. Another row spread out further towards the forest. Both separated by the same earthy pathway stretching and winding itself through the entire place, connecting the cabins to the rest of the camp. There were little houses with sanitary facilities not too far from the cabins, a little square with lots of seating opportunities intended for bonfires, barbecue and other gatherings, the office house, the beach further down the path past the cabins, and a pergola kinda situation with benches for mealtime and a corner with outdoor couches and further more cozy seating.

The cabin you were designated to spend your next 6 nights in was one of those directly by the water. Excitement spread through you at the thought of falling asleep to the peaceful sound of the lake water lightly hitting the shore at night and cicadas singing their songs after sunset. Frogs croaking and birds chirping away. The ambient background noise of a forest by the lake.

You had always been a dreamer.

"Top one's mine!", Robin exclaimed as she was the first one of you to enter, throwing her bag onto one of the top beds that were part of two bunks standing opposite of each other in each corner, a window with light beige and pastel floral curtains separating them.

You were loving the rustic atmosphere. The log aesthetic gave off the biggest summer cottage vibes, so taking in the interior of your small home for the next few days made you smile.

There were two closets with multiple drawers, enough space for accommodating clothing of four people.

The bag hanging from your shoulder landed on the bed below Robin's, while the other two silently agreed on Max above, Nancy on the same level as you.

The beds themselves were about the standard bunk bed size, nothing too fancy, but of course all wooden, fresh bedsheets folded into a neat pile along with a towel decorating the mattress.

While you were getting to making your bed (you knew that you'd thank yourself later), your mind started wondering if you could fit maybe even two people in there. For science, of course.

All of you had agreed to meet at the fireplace once everyone had dropped off their stuff, and when you and the girls arrived there, six pairs of eyes were already awaiting you.

The boys had probably just messily thrown their belongings onto their respective beds, not giving a flying fuck about pulling the covers over the duvets or maybe even taking power naps after the journey.

So yeah, night number one ended with all of you sitting by the fire that Mr Clarke and some guy from the staff team had set up. Conversations about everyone's most anticipated activities that were planned and scheduled for this week were held, your friends' former earth and science teacher telling stories about his first time field tripping back in the day.

Once again you were sat between Steve and Eddie, the metalhead's leather jacket around your shoulders, because he had insisted you'd take it. A sly grin on his face directed at you at the gesture, before turning his attention to the mutual best friend on your other side.

The younger kids had been tucked in by Ms Kelley already, since their curfew had been set to 9pm. Yours was at eleven.

You admired the multiple strings of fairy lights that had been hung into the lower maze of branches long ago, illuminating the earthy pathways throughout the whole camp to keep the kids from stumbling off into some bush or having to pull out flashlights.

At least until midnight, cause that's when the lights were going to be turned off.

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Your first full day at camp. The teachers had taken the whole group to a hike through the forest and up the hill at the end of the bay, overviewing the stunning scenery and you had taken a few moments away from everyone to take in the enormousness of the vision opening up in front of you.

Closing your eyes, you tried to wrap your head around the moment, taking a few deep breaths, feeling the freshness of the air surrounding you.

Slow down.

The sun made the deep blue of the sky reflect on the lake, a shimmer on the surface in the distance, sparse trees and bushes covering the top of the hill you were standing on, a bit separately from most kids.

The light brush of a hand against yours caused you to shoot open your eyes, jumping lightly at the sudden delicate yet profound touch.

"Uh, sorry I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I can also leave again if you want another moment to yourself?", you heard him say, an apologetic tone to his voice.

The rough facade now showed cracks.

Traces of softness, a great amount of empathy and hints of sensitivity were shining through them. He had always been a little more gentle with you than with everyone else in the group, but this telltale sign of trust he was instilling in you over the last hours? That was new.

So new. And so new to you.

Your head turned towards him, eyes squinting a bit because yeah, it was quite bright up there with almost no trees to throw shade, and of course clumsy you had forgotten your sunglasses on the little nightstand next to your bed.

"Eddie no, it's okay" was the only thing you managed to get out, brushing the back of his hand with the back of your index finger, in silent search for more contact, trying to support the words that had just come out of you.

It was just Eddie. You tried to remember Steve's words from lunch break yesterday. He's gonna be okay with adapting.

He turned his back on the sun, more towards you, and the light formed a halo around his head.

Given his reputation back in Hawkins, it looked hilariously absurd.

"Did you have a good first night?", you asked him then, in such a tone indicating your expectation of a sincere answer, while his shadow was covering half your face so you wouldn't have to stare into the late afternoon sun.

"More or less. You know how Steve snores", Eddie said before continuing his dramatic act, "plus, it was really lonely. I think there should be an additional paragraph in the law about an extension from bus seats to beds, you know? I think that would make a real difference and save me from eternal doom and misery."

He returned your previous gesture with his own index finger, his eyes finding yours, giving you a sheepish grin as your cheeks started imitating the colour of very ripe tomatoes.

Your entire body bloomed with electricity from just one light touch. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it was ridiculous.

Yes, there had already been touches that were way more direct than this, but there was something in the way and in the lightness of his touch now, that had your head spinning.

The lightness basically fuelled whatever this thing between the two of you was.

Ms Kelley's voice announcing the beginning of your descend ripped the both of you out of whatever moment you were having right there, and it sucked.

You could have stood there with him for the rest of eternity, if it meant being looked at by his warm, reassuring eyes, making you feel as if you were the center of the universe. It felt like his gaze was reaching the deepest corner of your soul.

And your brain started going 200 kilometers an hour, thinking about the allusion Eddie had just made. He was starting to consume your every thought at this point.

As a collective you managed to return to the deep green veils of the forest around an hour before sunset.

Slowly the day was coming to an end and since it had been a rather warm experience for everyone, the teachers had kindly granted you an evening dip in the lake.

High schoolers only though. Thank fuck.

Honestly, you probably would have gone for it anyway.

The beach included a small wooden pier leading into deeper water, which the boys delightedly acknowledged before using it to gracefully yeet themselves into the cold wet.

They also didn't deem it necessary to strip themselves of their clothes beforehand.

Too much enthusiasm and even more longing for relief from the day's heat and physical efforts. Who knew Michigan could be this warm already in May?

The girls and you had preferred to change into actual swimwear before joining the boys on the beach. A wise decision.

Because now you found yourself standing on the pier together with Nancy and Max, watching Robin follow Steve and dive in head first.

You were silently hoping the water was deep enough for her to not hit her head.

Next thing you saw approaching you on that pier was Eddie, dripping wet everything and soaked to the bone, some worn out jean shorts and dark blue Metallica shirt as well as his dark curls sticking to his skin like glue.

He left a trail of wet footsteps and sprinkles and splashes of water on the dry wood, grinning at you almost eerily and you threw him a similar glance back, because you knew he just wasn't anticipating your abilities to foresee the future when you jumped out of the way the second he started running towards you, trying to pull you into the water with him.

He landed face first, while everyone who had just witnessed that scene bursted into laughter, including you.

"You wish, Munson", you shouted at him and his poorly executed attempt once he had resurfaced, his appearance now reminding you of a wet poodle with his wet dark curls that were sticking to his reddened face, a piece of some green sweetwater plant decorating the top of his head.

You weren't ready to hit the water just yet, which is why Nancy and you decided to just plop down on the pier for a moment with crossed legs, while Max joined Robin and the boys.

Observing the scene happening in front of you, there were Dustin, Lucas and Jonathan, all of them fusioning their powers to swim after a screeching Will who was trying his best to escape being cruelly dunked by his brother and friends, Robin trying to stand on Steve's probably slippery shoulders while Eddie and Max were aiming for the same acrobatic performance.

Nancy next to you let out a chuckle at the sight before turning her head in your direction, "today was so nice, don't you think?"

With a nod you replied to her and leaned back on your arms behind you.

"Yeah it was beautiful! You just don't get those views in Hawkins."

"Yeah, absolutely not. The closest thing you're getting there is Lover's lake with a bunch of drunks fishing in their tiny boats, and that's about it", she paused, "are you in with us for the flower crowns tomorrow?"

Midsummer was still a few weeks away, but that didn't stop you from plucking and braiding.

You and the girls had been having this fantasy of spending this excessive amount of time in nature with flower crowns on your heads, inspired by Scandinavian summer solstice traditions. For weeks you all had been painting this picture in your conversations, anticipation bubbling up every time the topic came up. The picture of the four of you with the flowers of summer in your hair, in the deep green shades and distinct scent of the forest surrounding your every breath these days, had rented a big part of your mind, long before you had stepped on the bus, bringing you here.

"Hm? Oh yeah, definitely."

Losing yourself a little in the thought again, you hadn't yet taken notice of how two figures from the group of people in the water in front of you were missing.

You would learn soon, though.

Because before you knew it, a pair of strong, wet hands hooked themselves in the space of your armpits, lifting you up to stand, while another set of arms wasn't too shy to grab both your legs off the ground, wrapping themselves around your knees.

"Let's get you nice and wet, shall we?", you heard Steve's voice come out behind you in an absurdly husky tone, while–

"Time for your bath, princess!"

Eddie.

You were so taken by surprise, you couldn't even get anything in form of a verbal protest out.

The only thing you saw before your vision went black due to your reflexes was Eddie's mischievous grin between strands of his dark and wet curly mane, Steve's pearly whites being flashed at you equally prominent. Their laughter got muffled by the water invading your ear canals, and the sudden shock of the cold liquid surrounding every inch of your sun warmed skin was forcing a gasp out of your lungs.

When you returned to the surface, both of the boys held onto their bellies, high-fiving one another and still laughing on that pier like two fucking dipshits at you as well as at Nancy who apparently got to suffer the same fate as you, being dropped into the ocean mere seconds later.

With the back of your fingers you wiped the water out of your eyes along with strands of your hair that were clinging onto your cheeks for dear life, while you gathered back clear vision.

Unknowing to the two boys, Jonathan, Lucas and Dustin were currently in the process of sneaking up behind them. With big splashes both Eddie and Steve were forced to ungracefully breach the waves next to you, letting out equally surprised gasps for air before they had to instinctively hold their breaths.

You burst out into another laughing fit when the metalhead slowly appeared next to you just as soaked as half an hour ago, his hair now covering his entire face.

You took one stroke towards him while Jonathan and Dustin landed in the water not too far from you, shortly after being followed by Lucas and Max cannonballing their way in to join everyone.

The laughter and giggles filled the warm air, and you took both your hands to wipe Eddie's mane out of his face, just to reveal his brown chocolate orbs and a dorky smile, gazing at you from underneath.

The ground of the lake where you were finding yourself was close enough for you both to stand on, which made not sinking a lot easier.

"Thanks, sweetheart" was the only thing he brought out before putting a hand on your waist, pulling you closer before wrapping both his arms around your middle, while you responded by wrapping yours around his shoulders.

You thought he was going to bury his face in the crook of your neck with how close he was leaning in just now, connecting his lips to your skin, but all he really did was briefly running his nose over the side of your neck in an upwards motion. Giving you a little nudge while letting out another one of his hums.

It was almost like he wanted to do more than that, it was almost like you could feel him holding himself back. It was almost like you wanted him not to.

His warm breath hit the wet skin on your collarbone and it sent a slight shiver right through your system at the sheer thought of what exactly he was holding back.

And just when you felt him let go of you a bit more, you saw your chance at taking at least a little bit of revenge on him. For conspiring against you with Steve Harrington.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, found purchase on the ground, and your own weight forced him to go head below surface once again.

"Oh darling, that was an unwise decision", was all you heard before he returned the favour, his entire weight on yours as he drowned you beneath him, just before bringing one of his unnecessarily muscular arms around you to pull you back up again swiftly.

Soon after a few more dunks that you practised on Steve and Dustin, your swimming session came to an end when the sun had disappeared behind the trees and the sunset-ish colours of the horizon had faded into several shades of purple and blue.

After fresh showers that helped with rinsing off the lake water and smuck and sweat of the day, the older boys had decided to drop you off at the flower cabin, a nickname for your particular accommodation facility Lucas had come up with during the first bonfire.

To say goodnight or something.

Eddie held you in his grasp, pressed you into his chest for a second, letting you know that you meant something to him, shooting you one last glance, a hint of wistfulness in it, before disappearing surprisingly quickly into the dusk of the forest, towards the cabin he shared with the others.

You hugged Steve and Jonathan goodnight as well, the latter wearing a smirk on his face and you instantly wondered about the reason.

When you looked at your own pillow, you stopped wondering. A polaroid photo had been placed there for decoration, and you let yourself plop down on the mattress to inspect it more closely.

Jonathan had only recently started shooting polaroid in the first place, and the sun had delivered enough light for him to avoid using flash for this one, which had the colours of everything come out more natural.

The photo showed Eddie in his bus seat. You in yours, resting with his arm wrapped around you, his head on yours, both with your headphones on, both passed out. Steve, Dustin, Will and Robin behind you with widened eyes, tongues out and peace signs up.

Unable to hide the smile that spread on your face, you placed the photo on the little nightstand accompanying the bed.

Everyone knew. You knew. Eddie probably knew. But who would say it first?

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taglist: @josephfakingquinn, @ghost-proofbaby, @spellbounddd, @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint, @mystars123, @gothmingguk, @kennafild, @chloe-6123, @michaelfuckinglangdon and @bakugouswh0r3

[mikuyuuss]

Waaaah~! Thank you for reblogging my ask game, Unni!

Since you're open to answering questions, can I ask 4, 18, and 20 for Akari?

AHHH thanks for the ask as always Erika!!

4. Why did you give them the name they have? Whats the in universe reason for their name?

Im gonna be honest IM BAD AT NAMING THINGS 😭😭 So I happen to choose Akari because it's a common girl's name and it sounds pretty (surely if it's a common name it won't have a weird meaning RIGHT???!!!) At first I was scared bc apparently the "aka" in akari can also mean red which like, Akari's obviously not a red girly 😂

But her name actually ended up having a beautiful meaning to it (Thank God) The "明" in her name stands for "light" or "brilliance" I believe. Coincidentally, I also have "明" in my name too. I believe it's associated with smartness (at least in chinese culture) So I believe Akari was given that name by her parents because she is the light in their life, and they want her to grow up as a brilliant person.

18. Imagine meeting your oc what would you imagine you'd say to them or do with them

It's gonna be SO messy and complicated if she knew that I created her. In all seriousness I don't think Akari would like me at all. Anyways that aside.. If things were a little simpler, I'd love to just hang out with her, play dress up and do cosplays and other fun stuffs. I could give her words of encouragement about the things that I wish I could tell myself too, but in reality I think I will just go :

She can do it because she's fast and I'm as slow as a turtle.

20. Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc (scrapped idea or changes you didnt expect to make)

This is her old design:

Initially, her vibes was a lot darker and edgier, but somehow she got softer and pinker the more I drew her.

Tbh Akari looks way cooler here, but her design feels a little messy. There were many cool ideas but nothing came out of it. In the end she's just kinda there. I originally wasn't gonna ship her with Giyuu bc I was a giyuu x shinobu shipper back then and thought they would be canon XD (I just prefer them as bros now) It doesnt help that I was so busy with school and its the pandemic, so my creative juices were little to none. But one idea that has always stayed is Akari having a good relationship with the girls, especially Mitsuri. After that I forgot about her...

Then I took a year off university, so more time to draw. I was on my way to moving on from kny, until I saw the swordsmith teaser and was like "Okay this show helped me get through pandemic, why not post some art to pay tribute at least." one art became more and suddenly I realized I wanna revisited Akari again bc omg this oc has so much wasted potential I need to fix this 😱 Guess I wont be moving on from kny soon 🤡

I thought about different breathing styles, illusion, star breathing etc. I decided that Akari is a battle seamstress character so I thought of silk breathing bc you know silk but I was like: "ok shes a seamstress who does seamstress powers?? thats it?? she needs something more specific" Eventually I settled for Camellia flowers bc I think its perfect for her in every way.

[ineffable-hyperfixation]

If you people don't start reblogging art (and writing!!!) I'm gonna start biting you

Look at this shit

These are the top 4 today, LESS THAN HALF of the people who liked it have reblogged. That first one especially makes me want to chew glass

Oh! But those are in the top today! So surely everyone will see them!? No?? A lot of people don't go into the tags! And also think how many more people would see them! You can only like something once! Even if every one of those only had 1 follower that's still roughly 300 more eyes on the work!!

But those are new, you say. Surely the older stuff isn't like this? Incorrect! Let's sort by top of the last year

TRAVESTY *bops you all with a newspaper* that last one is one of my all time favorites (I'm going to list them in a reblog, because I know sometimes too many links kills a post) it's an amazing piece of art and look how little love it has

It has FOUR TIMES more likes than reblogs???? Think how many people could've seen this artist's amazing work!

Excuses I see:

It won't fit my blog: a) you can make multiple blogs! This is my side blog, I made it in October, tagged things appropriately (used the good omens tag for a bit, I've dropped it now since), and have gained a nice handful of followers! That wasn't the point but I'm glad you're all here (hai!)

b) it's your blog! Use it how you want to!! "Oh people will unfollow me!" this isn't the I have followers klout website. This is the have fun and hope you can make someone else's day fun in the process website. If it sparks joy, reblog it!

I don't wanna upset op with spam: that does not happen here. Artists, writers, and bloggers love seeing you. Go nuts

Reblogging is time consuming: you can quick reblog (on mobile hold down on the reblog button and swipe up to the blog you want, sorry idk how on computer but I know you can) reblogging is only time consuming if you want to comment or tag. If you're willing to leave a reply you should have time to reblog! (Commenting and replying both have their place, it's ok to reply only while still reblogging!!)

Tagging things intimidates me: people carry on entire conversations in the tags, people leave the wildest shit as tags, people have confusing tags to organize their blogs, people leave absolutely no tags at all! You do not have to tag things!!

I have my likes turned on so people can see: you look like a bot, stop that. Empty blogs get blocked! I'm begging some of you to please reblog something. No one goes straight to people's blogs to look exclusively at their stuff (....ok well some people do but most people just scroll their dash)

Likes are bookmarks! That's it! Or a way to interact with some random thing someone said about their day that you can tell they don't necessarily need reblogged. This isn't twitter, where (apparently?) reblogging something is kinda frowned upon. This isn't instagram where likes mean everything. This is Tumblr, and it survives on reblogs!

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

hello. I don't have any much of ask this time, mainly wanting to know which spark song you've been hyper in it(if you comfortable to say of course) and rant

I haven't listened to any songs lately since depression has tighten it grips on me causing me get overwhelmed/over-sensitive to voices but there is this verse keep repeating in my head from change by sparks for unknown reasons (consider I'm not good at memorizing lyrics so I only know this part of song)

Change; every dog is gonna have his day // Change; every loser's gonna have his way// Change; I don't care what other people say

i think you had said one or two things about this song to me before but I never opened the discussion cause I feel we will talk ENDLESSLY about it. each sentence in this song carries lot meanings, the full song has it deep heavy meaning while it looks clear as well -very spark type of thing- (like ocean I suppose? at least to me. with clear surface but deepness) and the feelings that arise when I focus on each lines, it goes into my heart before sinks in my soul (I also want to cry with - could be because I'm depressed)

I think is one of those songs I love from sparks that get me go numb on the kitchen floor like the angst on my pants if I let it posses me.

the previous answer still has me! still thinking about and trying to gather my thoughts over it, your overlook on full album by pointing the main concept of each song had me to listen to full album with closer look this time (+ the additional reblog from that account made some good points too (thank you! if you reading this :))

Hello again! ^^ So nice to see you in my ask box once more :)

I'm sorry to hear depression is being really tough on you at the moment, I hope things will be a bit better again soon ⁠♡ Change is a good song to hold your hand through dark days, the part of the lyrics you've highlighted in your message say it all. I really like what you said about the song and so I'll just give you a knowing smile because I think we understand each other perfectly well :)

I'm glad you enjoyed the previous answer and that you're still thinking about it, I love them so much for having made an album like that in these times :) (Hey @parts-of-me-unravelling thanks again for your addition about crying in one's latte ☺️)

I'm always comfortable talking about any song that I've been fixated on but I've honestly not listened to a lot of music recently (I've also been down in the dumps a bit and crave silence a lot). Sparks is always there though in other ways even when I'm not listening to music: I recently got a poster that I feared I'd missed out on. It made me so happy! It's good memories and a truly great photo. I also bring Sparks up in random conversations a lot, yesterday a friend was talking to me about pandemic isolation times and how people would only dress up the upper half of their bodies for zoom calls. ...so I was thinking of when Sparks made a video in which Russell stood up to show off his polka dot shorts, to which Ron said he wasn't going to stand up because he wasn't wearing shorts and it was supposed to be a pg rated video 😂 (I appreciate these guys so much.) It's in one of their 2020 videos on Instagram, all of which are very worth watching btw. (During self-isolation Russell treated us to singing lessons and workout sessions, Ron showed off his hand sanitizer collection and "The Ronald D. Mael Museum of stones and shells" (if I remember the name correctly), we got A Day In The Life Of Russell, Russell showing off his fridge magnet collection, and weekly lyric reads from Ron, as well as a couple of live recordings of songs from home. Honestly they were sweet as hell for doing all of that, I treasure all of these videos immensely. ... They might be good to watch actually if you need a mood boost :))

But here's something I've been hoping to tell you as there's something exciting coming up for the Sparks fandom: Sparkstember. It's a full month of celebrating Sparks and all their different albums and projects, and it takes place in September. The prompts list hasn't been posted yet but I'm going to assume it's not too dissimilar from last year. People can engage with the prompt/album of the day in any way they like so it's not only about art, though a lot of people make art for every single day of the month, and it's just really fun :) (Also a bit insanity inducing haha, I've now made art for every single day of it for the last 2 years while also trying to keep up with everything my friends have made. I very much intend to do it again this year.) People partake on any social media platform they like, though I personally especially enjoy it on Instagram. Sparks see and share a lot of the stuff that we put out there, so it's a really nice way of letting them know what they mean to us :) There's always too much about them that I can't put into words, also there's just too much to say, so having a whole month and going album by album is really good for that. (I mean, you've seen how I can write a whole essay about just one song. And they've got so many songs, albums, tours, photos, interviews, music videos, etc etc.) So I've been preparing for that these last weeks, and I'll keep the details about it to myself because my answer is getting so long already 😅 (Plus, I'll be going on about every album for the whole of next month anyway.) What I will share though is this tumblr post I made about these lyrics from the song Let's Make Love. You may have already seen that post float by, but it says everything about my motivation for Sparkstember and how much I love Sparks. (Gratuitous tag rant included on the post 🙃)

...sorry to go all "I love Sparks" on you today, without really talking about a song (I truly could write a whole book about them and their work though, plus there isn't really a separation between them as people and their art, it all exists as one massive universe but it's also all one and the same thing). Though the Sparks fan experience is basically Sparks fans constantly telling each other how much they love Sparks anyway so, well, there you go. The Sparks fan experience 👍🏻

The world could use more joy at the moment, or at least I know I could use it and could use things to make me want to keep going, so have this fun homemade music video from 2020 as my parting gift. Just because both the song and the video never fail to make me smile :)

[sleepis4theweak]

Hiya! I’m kind of a small creator on here and trying to get my rottmnt fic an audience but no matter what I do as promo material (art, skits, rambles) nothing ever works to get more than like 2 notes max. I’m confident in my story’s quality so I’m fairly sure that’s not the issue. I was wondering if you have any advice or anything like that? Your stuff is lovely and get a lot of community engagement so I’m curious if there was anything you actively did that helped you grow! I hope this doesn’t come off as rude or desperate, I just wanted to know if I was missing something since I’m pretty new to Tumblr. Enjoy your day ^^

Don't worry! You don't come off as rude or desperate at all!! <3

But tbh... you are asking the wrong person here...

I'm going into marketing, and I spent a full school year in high school doing an independent study on social media algorithms. So I know a LOT about how to grow social media followings- specifically instagram accounts.

But I never actually studied tumblr. I used to use instagram as a platform, but knowing how the algorithm worked was too stressful for me... I'd post stuff and be like "the algorithm won't like this because blah blah blah." Eventually I was drawing for the algorithm and not for me, and so I quit because it just wasn't fun anymore...

Which is why I have very specifically not studied Tumblr's algorithm, because I don't want it to turn into the same situation as with instagram. So I don't know a ton about how to grow a following... and also I've only been on tumblr for 5 months...

THAT BEING SAID: I can walk you through my tumblr and how it's grown!

My very first post was of a meme redraw with the 2012 turtles. I think it got around 1,600 likes?

I posted a couple more things, with varying amounts of likes and such. My first comic (which I never actually completed past the first part) got a total of 7 likes within the first months of posting it. Only when I got more followers did the like amount change.

When I posted my first chapter of the Flashbacks AU, I had 33 or so followers. I think I got to like... 300 followers from that first chapter alone. From there it was just... a steady growth of followers I guess. And with followers comes more reblogs, and with more reblogs comes more followers.

I have around 1,600 followers now. Not everyone is gonna like my posts, I think I get around 20 for responded asks and 100-300 for random pieces of art. Comics get closers to 600 or so. It depends on the content.

I think there are a couple of universal things that help grow an account:

1- Making sure your content is reaching the right people. Put the right tags in. Go crazy with them in fact. If I'm posting a piece with Rise Mikey in it, Im gonna tag: Mikey, Mikey tmnt, Mikey 2018, ROTTMNT, Rise Mikey, etc etc. On instagram they are currently trying to get people to limit their use of tags, but I don't think the same thing applies here. Even tho tags don't help as much here, they are still a good tool!

2- Consistency. Idk how it works on this platform, but consistency is generally a good thing! With instagram theres an actual method to it (1 post a day= good, but the more posts you do a day the less people it shows it to), it might be worth it to look up if tumblr has something similar.

3- Have fun with it! I know this is kinda lame to say... but don't change your content for views. Just... do what you like and eventually your target audience will find you :)

4- Engage with what audience you do have! It's fun to bond with people online, and it helps that "community engagement" piece you talked about!

5-... stalk people hehe. (By which I mean: Look at what other artists post! What tags do they use, do they reblog their own posts a lot, etc etc. Also look at artists with similar followings to your own. For example, studying Cass might not be very helpful, because Cass has a large amount of followers and I'm convinced they could post a picture of a blank canvas and still get 1,000 likes hehe... BUT- I mean you could scroll down to Cass' (or other artist's) first posts and see what they were doing then! Just... observe others I suppose!)

Id love to tell you likes don’t matter, that what matters is having fun and loving what you are drawing. But also I do know how it feels to post something you are really proud of and then have no one like it- it sucks.

But just keep on going :) You'll find your people eventually I'm sure.

OH ALSO: IF ANYONE ELSE HAS ANY TIPS FEEL FREE TO REBLOG AND ADD STUFF IN!!! <3

[willel]

Why is twitter so toxic? I think you wrote something about it some time ago, that on tumblr, for instance, there’s no immediate incentive to write a hit post and then to come up with the most outrageous claims that create "engagement"? Or because it’s not really about direct conversation made of short messages when everyone wants to "win" the argument, but favors calm analysis instead. Anyway, I just can’t go there anymore right now, too much hate and stupidity, I’m glad there’s still blogs like you and a few others to enjoy some ST escapism.

Twitter's short form context was pretty great when it came out years ago. "Tweets" were generally someone putting random thoughts out in the aether or a quick notification or an alert to check out news on this site or that site. I feel like it wasn't meant for what it is today, for people to be interacting with each other in a meaningful way. Like, what are you gonna talk about in 100 characters or less? That's why you'll sometimes see old tweets of celebrities floating around of the most random nonsensical statements with no context. That's what twitter was as its core.

Now combine that with people starting to use twitter for more than just random thoughts that popped into peoples head. It started to be used for political activism (which isn't necessarily a bad thing) and fandom activities.

We all know how bad politics fandom can get on long form sites like tumblr and reddit. Imagine how much worse it is when you cut away all context and nuance to fit in a tweet.

Imo, it set twitter on a downward spiral. Doesn't matter how much they increase the character limit, the culture now is tweet fast. React fast. Argue fast. If you lose, resort to other means. Anything to win. Anything to get your tweets more attention that the other person.

It's like a game. I'm sure that plays into the desire to be "famous" that a lot of social media enjoyers crave.

I'm not saying tumblr is much better, but I feel the culture here is more like "take your time" or "time doesn't matter, old stuff is good". Tumblr does have an issue with people not reblogging content, causing good posts and content to go unnoticed given there is no real algorithm here, which is sad. But for the most part, ain't nobody here trying to get famous. Everything is talking and creating stuff for the sake of it.

Most of the time even the people arguing here are arguing about stuff that happens off site or they stay in their corners and tag correctly. (if you don't tag correctly and start fights on purpose, I immediately assume you must be from twitter)

People who have been here on my blog for a while are probably thinking "Tch, what do you know about fandom conflict?" and let me tell you, in my youth I participated in a ship war. It was just one,but still. I didn't resort to name calling or doxing people though, that's for sure. I wrote essays and essays in response to people, defended my ship, made stuff for my ship (which I still do), the whole shebang. It was all here on tumblr and deviantart. I do have a twitter for that fandom but I don't use it for any drama. I can say the drama on twitter is MUCH WORSE than anything I experienced on tumblr.

That is the ST fandom on twitter in a nutshell. No one can mind their own business. They're constantly spying on each other, posting using common search terms of the people they don't like and then acting surprised when the people they don't like respond to them. It's all like a game. Every blue moon when I go there to see if there's WillEl things, inevitably I will see shippers using it to fight against each other or crap on Will or El.

Once a week it's the same suspects saying the same things over and over again. Finding something pointless to be mad about. Sending angry anon messages. Never actually sitting down to enjoy the ships/relationships they claim to be a fandom of. Cannot mind their business and always have something negative to say. Denying what is literally in the show because they personally don't like it. Literally the worst kind of people to have in your fandom. (I associate that kind of behavior with like.... Riverdale drama or something. Sorry if you're a Riverdale fan. Lol)

In conclusion, yeah. I think twitter is that way because the short form context has breed a culture of "win or lose". Mixed with a little bit of celebrity idolization and a desperate desire for people to interact with you even if it's negative.

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

HERE I AM. ONCE AGAIN. FEELING LOST BUT NOW AND THEN– (victorius theme starts playing)

anyways

when you said it was gonna get worse before it got better i wasn't expecting AN ACTUAL MURDER ATTEMPT???? like yes bahi girl pls get the treatment you need bc what was going thru your head

tbh at first i thought things were moving a bit fast but it was refreshing to see yn not forgiving jungwon right off the bat. she has SOME pride y'know. tbh i don't think i would've let jay go that easy but whatever he has pretty privilege ig 😒

also it's nice seeing jungwon and yn getting along <3 but tbh i would've loved to see more of the not-quite-friends-but-not-enemies awkward phase. just to laugh at them for a bit lmao

AND YES, REALIZE YOUR FEELINGS MY DEAR YNWON!!! i wonder how yn's gonna deal with it tho bc she didn't seem very thrilled in her priv. will her self-steem issues be deeper??? will i find out just how shitty her family is???? i'll see!!! ...another day bc i have to eat and do normal human being things

anyways, question time: what made you think of writing this smau with this particular concept??? and did you choose bahi and jay for any reason or were they just chosen at random????

have a good day and stay healthy <3

Not the Victorious theme song...

I wasnt kidding about that, originally it wasn't going to be that bad of an injury but then I was like if I'm gonna do it, I might as well make it hella dramatic ya know ��.

It's not so much pretty privilege but moreso that Jay hadn't really hurt YN all that much. Jungwon in his asshole era hurt her a lot more so it was easier to forgive Jay than Jungwon.

See the plan was for there to be more chapters of them in the awkward not quite friends but not enemies phase but then it just started to seem too similar so I decided to cut that short plus there's angst coming so enjoy that.

Do I have surprises to come. YNs self esteem and family drama come into play in further chapters.

Please do carry on tmrw, go do all the things like eat and other everyday stuff. I'll eagerly await the next reblogs and ask 🫶🏼🫶🏼.

Oooh I like this new thing of answering a question at the end of your asks 😂.

So the idea originally was a spin on the good boy x bad girl trope but it somehow evolved into this 😂. Where YN is an annoying troublemaker but not like a bad girl in general. And Jungwon was supposed to be golden boy that was just perfect instead he's going through another redemption arc 😂. Jay being horrible kinda was inspired by Jaywons bond, like theyre so close and I love them but I decided to flip that in Jay being loyal and letting prejudice come in between being a nice guy. Bahi was just randomly chosen, I think it was more so that I knew Bahi better than I knew Gaeul if that makes sense, like I don't follow Kep1er but I love seeing the Huening siblings tiktoks and I think she's cute 😂.

I hope you have a good day and stay healthy too 🫶🏼🫰🏼.

[nathanierblog]

Your tone is not productive to having a level headed conversation. So I'll be ending the conversation after this reblog. (Which I will do on my main because I don't want to clutter my art blog with nonsense.)

We're clearly not getting anywhere and will have a difference of opinion. That's okay. You can believe what you want about my OC art. And I can know the ACTUAL truth about it because....its MY OC ART.

You're chasing clout or conflict, and me reacting just spurs it on.

I'll be blocking the lot of you after this.

I've also edited this post to make it shorter. You don't care about info. So I never should've even bothered replying to this. I'm a fool for succumbing to such a dumb impulse.

I'll be leaving all this here (just edited to be shorter) to show how disrespectful people like you guys can be to artists who just want to share what they create or is important to them.

I'm gonna summarize the issue:

"Nat! Your old OC looks like my Favorite Video Game Character's AU design! You stole it and you can't change my mind!" Okay? I didn't but you won't hear me out. Get off of my page and don't look at my OC then?

It ABSOLUTELY wasn't just a dumb weeaboo child making an OC just like his own favorite characters and series. It was a random stranger kid who instead, 17 years ago copied that YOU like and won't admit to it! HA! Gottem!

You're projecting WAY too hardcore.

But I'll still debunk all of your "art theft" bullshit because frankly, that's rude.

Well known mangaka Gosho Aoyama did not create a weeby fox. I PROMISE you.

Google "Detective Conan Cel" There's the source image. We're done here.

It's not from arttail. I doubt they hosted images of animation cel collections or sales. It's a photo our scan of a cel with no background, not even a screenshot from the series.

Arttail looks to have hosted a variety of images, especially sonic stuff. I doubt cels were listed, or any of my old art is up there but if it was, I'd LOVE to have .pngs of my lost digital art.

They have a twitter if you want to ask the actual original site owner about it anything you've tried to say was sourced from their old website: https://twitter.com/Artie_P

Pick a Time period!:

Basic math: 2023 - 17 years = 2006. Overalls? 2009+

You're not here to discuss design development though.

You're here because you've convinced yourselves I'm some kind of art/design thief.

Are you saying Mika Kawamura drew THIS in any way shape or form? Child me would be honored. But no. I, a fucking idiot middle-highschooler drew it.

The line quality is nonexistant, made by the pen tool in Adobe Photosop CS3 extended (not Illustrator). I IMITATED Mika Kawamura. I just wasn't good enough to imitate her art particularly well. It's a raster image by the way. Look at the mediocre coloring in the eyes and hair. It screams basic Photoshop Soft Brush and coloring with the color dodge/burn tools.

I actually digitized a pencil drawing I drew myself. which I could go hunting for but.

You dont respect me as an artist enough to let me share it. You want me to be an art-thief. I can't change your mind. Why bother?

So If you found the "sources" of the above images that I drew

Please link me the exact webarchive posts from teamArtail where it was apparently posted it. Why would a sonic or anime fansite have my shitty oc art on it? If they have the .png or even a crunchy as hell .JPEG saved of my old art I'd GENUINELY love to have it backed up with my other old art though, legitimately. It'd have my old ugly dA watermark but still.

Reverse image searching results

It's just overalls.

What comes up? My accounts. I'm the one who drew it.

Would you like to see the working file? Rough sketch, layers, fx, adjustments and all?

I went ahead and shared ALL of his inspirations but you're stuck on the fuckin overalls & bandaids & now youre trying to use sources of inspiration as some kind of "gotcha!" jab to imply I am an art thief.

You're moving the goal post. This post is a dumpster fire.

But you're not willing to have a discussion other than "I THINK UR STEALING!!11!" as if this is DeviantArt art-theft drama callout journals in the year 2008.

First I copied Puyo Puyo. Then I stole the character design from...Gosho Aoyama? And that Mika Kawamura, a shoujo mangaka... drew and colored THAT amateur piece?

Nah.

How dare someone unintentionally come up with the same boring simple idea of "fox kid wearing generic kid clothes to indicate that it is in fact, a kid" as your beloved Sonic Team.

So many kids made orphan fox OCs after watching Naruto. It's not particularly original in the first place. Confidences happen. It's a basic character idea with basic common design elements.

My very fist OC I made when I was smol. The ABSOLUTE GRIP Shoujou Manga art styles had on me with this SPECIFIC OC when I was a child was INTENSE. He was just a lil cinnamon roll.

[eyelessfaces]

not allowed

llewyn davis x reader

summary: you're used to llewyn playing with your head, but his reaction when you introduce him to your new boyfriend to try to forget him is quite unsuspected.

warnings: angst, lots of angst, smoking, alcohol, language, llewyn is an asshole (emphasis on that one), sexual innuendos. it ends well i promise

tags: gender neutral reader

word count: 4.1k (what the hell no one's gonna read that)

a/n: 1. there's a character named wilson and i just imagined him as wilson bethel while i wrote this (hence why i named him that way) so,, yeah if you need to imagine someone just imagine wilson bethel lol

2. I named this one shot not allowed because while i was writting it not allowed by tv girl came on shuffle and i thought the lyrics weirdly fit. anyways enjoy and give me some feedback or ill eat your toes

3. i lost my mind multiple times while writing this

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

Llewyn is here, standing against your living room window, once again. You don't know if the cigarette between his lips is consuming really fast or if you've just lost track of time. You haven't seen Llewyn since- since the last incident. And it is it all over again. He comes back to your flat, asking to stay over, and you say yes. You don't talk it through and act as if the last time you saw each other, nothing happened. Again.

You had known Llewyn for a few years, when Jean introduced you. Llewyn was rude, cruel and an asshole but he had that complexity that you lowkey loved having to deal with. Maybe you just loved kinda toxic and difficult men, but you swore Llewyn wasn't like any other men you had come across. He had good parts too. He was honest, sensitive, generous, and when he had something in mind, he couldn't get it out. He was also stubborn, hell, so stubborn. But he had that determination that no one could take away from him, and when he wanted something, he made sure to do his best to get it and show others that he was capable of doing it.

And you admired him for that. You truly did. But it also got on your nerves for a reason you couldn't quite catch.

You knew deep down that the reason it got on your nerves was that you were very obviously in love with Llewyn. You dreaded having to admit that to yourself, and everytime the thought occured you felt nauseous and light headed. Jean's reaction hadn't helped you. You didn't even tell her, but after sharing a bottle of scotch late at night in your kitchen and babbling about the most random subjects of conversations, she randomly drunk yelled at you for wasting your time over him, telling you that he didn't deserve you and that he was an asshole and a loser. You wondered why they were even friends.

But maybe she was right. Yours and Llewyn's relationship had always kinda been ambiguous; it was never the right moment. You had lost count of the number of times you and Llewyn had almost moved further. Almost. But there was something wrong each time and nothing happened. And your relationship gradually became worse.

And in those moments, he made you feel self conscious, worthless, and overall miserable. You felt like a toy he fiddled with whenever he was bored. You didn't know if he knew you were in love with him, hell, you didn't even want to know, but you felt like you were just a little game to him, a distraction from his miserable life.

It didn't stop you from sheltering and letting him crash on your couch everytime. Despite your efforts, you couldn't say no to him. You didn't know why it was that way; you despised him sometimes, but you felt bewitched and his tired, worn out eyes made you so vulnerable.

You knew you couldn't stop loving him just like that; and you knew he certainly didn't feel the same way. He had other projects on his mind and you could understand that. A relationship was probably the least of his concerns.

So it was the worst way to cope, but you started hanging out with the first man that showed you interest when you went out to that bar to get drunk after Llewyn had played with your feelings once more. Llewyn had almost kissed you, and apologized when he told you that he shouldn't do that because he was drunk. Once more.

Out of your mind and desperate, you had started seeing Wilson after you learned his name from seeing it on the diploma hanging on his bedroom wall when you woke up in his arms the next morning.

Wilson was a good man.

Wilson was nice, smart, and first and foremost, Wilson cared about you. Wilson could have been the perfect boyfriend if you weren't in love with someone else.

You regretted it. You really did. Wilson was too good to you, and you appreciated him. You even wondered what the fuck was wrong with you for not being in love with him.

But you still felt that void because you were in love with someone you couldn't have, and nothing could fill that void, not even someone who appreciated you the way you deserved to be appreciated.

Llewyn is here, standing against your living room window, once again. You don't know if the cigarette between his lips is consuming really fast or if you've just lost track of time. You haven't seen Llewyn since- since the last incident. And it is it all over again. He comes back to your flat, asking to stay over, and you say yes. You don't talk it through and act as if the last time you saw each other, nothing happened. Again.

The open sliding window lets New York's cold air run through your apartment. A few drops of rain fall from the frame, disappearing with a discrete sound when it crashes against the window sill. You can hear that sound because it's the only sound you're willing to listen to around, mixing with the soft rain outside. You're sitting on your couch, legs crossed, mindlessly staring at those raindrops. You don't hear anything besides them, you know Llewyn is trying to chat and babble about where he's playing tonight but you just block it out, trying to give your patience some space.

"My boyfriend is coming over for dinner" you let out absent mindedly, cutting him off in the middle of his rant. The man turns to you, his almost fully consumed cigarette still sitting between his lips. He jerks his head forward and raises his eyebrows slightly, as if he misheard you or as if you just let out the biggest piece of bullshit ever.

His face relaxes, and he turns around to blow out the smoke through the window.

"Didn't know you had a boyfriend" he says in a low voice, frowning and pulling the cigarette away from his mouth to scratch the end of it in the ashtray on the edge of the window.

You hum and stand up from the couch.

"It's quite new" you say pulling on the hem of your sweater as you get around the couch to go to the kitchen.

He lightly clears his throat and follows you.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, scratching his beard.

Your look shoots back at him.

"Oh no this is not what I meant. You can stay, it's pouring out there anyways." you say taking a glance outside, the rain having thickened over the past few minutes.

---

Despite the cold air hovering over the room, the atmosphere is heavy. The situation feels awkward; the man that you love and your boyfriend in the same room, sitting across eachother. You feel gross for letting this happen. You should have told Llewyn that yes, he needed to leave, so you wouldn't have to witness this scene that seemed to be straight out taken from a nightmare. You sigh softly as Llewyn examines your boyfriend.

You place the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and sit back besides your boyfriend, and he rests a hand on your thigh before smiling at you. You smile back at him, a fake smile hiding your discomfort, and look at Llewyn who immediately deviates his look, taking a portion of his food. Not one word has been exchanged since you started eating, and you were almost done eating.

Wilson clears his throat lightly after pouring himself some wine.

"So what do you do for a living Llewyn?" he asks, trying to indulge some enthusiasm to the tense ambiance as he fills yours and Llewyn's glass.

Llewyn looks up at him, pinching his lips and shrugging. "I'm a folk singer. Doesn't pay much. I'm homeless" he says with a smile before shoving his fork into his mouth.

Wilson turns at you and frowns a bit, not sure if Llewyn is joking or not. Your eyes dart to Llewyn, and back to Wilson.

You sigh softly and put your hand over Wilson's. "That's why he's staying here" you whisper to him, and his mouth forms a 'O' shape.

"You?" Llewyn asks. "What'd you do for a living?" he questions throwing his chin at him.

"Well I'm taking over my father's company. He sells refrigerators" Wilson says nodding.

Llewyn chuckles softly. "Refrigerators? Pays way better. Especially if you're the CEO's son" he says raising his eyebrows in contempt.

You roll your eyes at his remark and grab your glass of wine to shake it off.

"Well it depends" Wilson shrugs, looking up from his plate.

"Bet it's still better than some random musician begging bar owners to let him play" Llewyn says cutting him off after taking a sip of wine. "At least you're guaranteed to have some place to sleep at every night huh" Llewyn snaps back at him.

"Yeah" Wilson chuckles, insolently smiling at Llewyn. "Let's just say you're lucky to have them, I wouldn't let some grubby homeless man sleep on my couch" Wilson snaps, the end of his sentence slightly muffled by the glass meeting his lips as he turns to you.

Llewyn lets his fork fall down on his plate, a ringing sound filling the room, and you know exactly what he's thinking at the moment. "They must trust you to let a misfit like you even approach someone like them." Wilson continues sitting back in his chair, grabbing your shoulder as a sign of possessiveness. His touch is gentle but you can't help but feel threatened by the whole situation. You can only feel nervous when you see Llewyn's face. He's infuriated but restraining himself except you can feel this won't last long.

Llewyn chuckles dryly, crossing his arms. His look darts over you before going back to Wilson. "Trusts me? Not sure about that. I didn't know they even had a boyfriend an hour ago" he huffs, gesturing to the man in front of him.

You close your eyes before bringing a hand to your forehead.

"Okay hum-" you try to speak but quickly get interrupted.

"And you know what the grubby homeless man has to say?" Llewyn questions Wilson rhetorically. "Fuck you man" he says loud and clear, insisting on his words, pointing a finger at Wilson.

"Can't we just- finish eating in peace" you sigh, one of your fists unintentionally clenching under the table.

"No." Llewyn snaps glancing at you before turning to your boyfriend. "Your daddy can gift you whatever the fuck you want? Good for you. But that's not life. Life is a bitch and you should be fucking grateful you're not struggling every single fucking day" he hisses before grabbing the bottle of wine to give himself a refill. "And it's not my fucking fault you were born already privileged you jerk"

"Llewyn" you whisper through gritted teeth. You breathe out loudly and stand up to clear the table as you declare everyone has finished eating. "Sorry he's being like this" you let out bitterly, looking down at Llewyn before putting everyone's cutlery over the plates you had quickly stacked.

You rush to the kitchen to put the stack in the sink you then grip your hands against. You roll your eyes, shaking your head before laughing nervously. This couldn't have gone worse.

You stand straight when Wilson joins you there.

"I think it's better if I leave" he says, hands in his jeans pockets.

You purse your lips and nod.

"Hum, yeah, yeah" you agree sending him a weak smile.

You accompany him to your entry and quickly kiss his cheek to avoid the eventuality of him kissing your lips. Llewyn is watching you from a distance, plopped down on your couch, a lit cigarette between his fingers, his legs spread in a nonchalent position.

You open your front door and tell Wilson goodbye.

"I'm sorry. I'll call you" you say before closing the door after him.

Your hand remains on the door knob and you sigh in despair, closing your eyes. You turn around and hurriedly join Llewyn in the living room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you" you retort standing in front of him.

He inhales the smoke and pulls the stick away from his mouth, extanding his arm to lay it over the back of the couch.

"I fucking hate your boyfriend" he says casually, smoke coming out of his mouth as he speaks.

You chuckle dryly, slightly astonished at his boldness.

"Yeah well I figured. You made him feel uncomfortable and you embarrassed me in front of him!" you shout crossing your arms, disappointed.

"Why do you even care? You don't love him" he declares sticking the cigarette between his lips while standing up in front of you.

Your gaze follows him as he does so, and your face drops.

"How could you say that?" you snap at him offended.

"It's so fucking obvious" he says as he turns away from you to exhale the smoke. "You don't like him touching you" he says raising his chin at you.

You hated just how right he was.

"Cut the bullshit Llewyn" you sigh pacing around the living room, a hand to your hip and the other one at your forehead, avoiding his heavy gaze.

"Want me to cut the bullshit with a fact? Your boyfriend is an asshole." he hisses as he walks to the table to pick up his unfinished glass of wine.

"And so are you! You're the one to talk? You're bold for that one" you scoff, not believing your ears. "You know what Llewyn? You should be happy for me. But you're so fucking selfish you don't even want to see people around you be satisfied with their lives" you blurt out speaking louder and louder gradually.

He sighs and chuckles. "You don't fucking get it don't you?" he asks rhetorically raising his eyebrows behind the curls falling over his forehead.

"I wish I could be happy for you but I can't." he says with a steady voice and a stern look on his face. "Why do you think I'm doing this and purposefully avoiding you constantly?" he asks rhetorically, his voice getting louder. He quickly finishes his glass and puts it back on the table with a loud sound.

"I am in love with you and I fucking hate it and it's another problem added to the long list of the misfortune that my fucking miserable life is!" he shouts pointing at you. "I can't be happy if you're with someone else. I can't be happy because I wish I could be that guy and I can't provide you what you deserve and you deserve so much better than what I have to offer you." he says before sticking his cigarette back between his lips. "So no, I'm sorry, but I can't be happy for you." he mumbles with his arms stretched out to the side, the cigarette boucing between his lips as he speaks.

You're baffled, and you don't know what to say. The atmosphere feels even heavier than before and you didn't even think it could be possible.

"What the hell are you even doing with that prick?" he continues. "Did this loser even make you cum once? No? Wouldn't be surprised"

"Llewyn just- just shut the fuck up." you sigh avoiding his gaze.

"This-"

"Shut the fuck up!" you yell cutting him off as soon as he opens his mouth, losing control. If you were calm before you just couldn't handle it anymore. "Leave" you say calmly this time, tears teasing your eyes. "I want you to leave. Get out. Get out of my flat"

He sees that you're dead serious about it and sighs before gathering his stuff and leaving without a word. Maybe he has gone too far. Once again.

---

Llewyn hesitates before knocking at your door. He knows that you certainly don't want to see him but he desperately needs to see you and fix the mess he's made. He has given you some time and some space but now he has to catch up with you.

Thankfully he didn't have to ring at your intercom, an old man was coming out of the building and held the door for him. He knew his mission would have been cut short if he rang.

It is late, and he sighs when he considers the possibility of you sleeping. He knocks nevertheless.

Your face jumps up from your book when you hear the firm knocks. What would anyone want from you at such an hour? It was probably one of your neighbors lacking something for dinner or any other kind of issue.

You walk to your entrance and open the door with a polite smile. That smile drops and you instantly become upset when you see Llewyn's face.

"Go away" you grunt as you close the door in a hurry.

The doorframe creaks under the force with which you slammed the door.

Llewyn sighs and closes his eyes after the sight of your door shut right in front of this face.

"Honey I-"

"Don't you fucking dare calling me names" you cut him off with a settled tone from the other side of the door.

He was ready to get on his knees and beg for you to forgive him.

"I'm not asking you to let me sleep here tonight." he mutters. "I just want to apologize" he says with a beaten expression he wishes you could see, but you can imagine it from the sound of his voice. You almost feel bad at this moment, and you roll your eyes in defeat when you make your mind.

You slowly open the door and do your best to look as annoyed as possible but he looks so miserable it makes you want to just welcome him into your arms and tell him that it's okay. That was the hold he had on you. You were still furious at him but he had the talent of making you feel weak anyways.

He steps in and you close the door behind him and follow him to your living room. He puts his stuff down on the floor and searches through his jeans pocket.

"I found this at Jean and Jim's place" he says handing you a picture.

You look up at him before glancing down at the photograph and taking it.

It's a picture of the both of you, you widely smiling at the camera, holding the several copies of Llewyn's album you had just bought, and Llewyn looking down at you and smiling at you endearingly. You had forgotten this picture existed, because Jean took it and you never heard about it ever again after that. You glance at the multiple 33 rpms still storaged on your shelf and you sigh as you hand him back the picture.

"Keep it." he says holding up one hand to stop you.

You sigh and bend to put the picture down on your coffee table.

"What do you want" you ask him plopping down on your couch, crossing your legs. You don't really know if you want to hear what he has to say.

"I want to apologize for the awful behavior you've witnessed two weeks ago" he says with a pinched smile. "And you're right, I should be happy for you"

"It doesn't matter anymore" you scoff cutting him off and getting up from the couch. "We broke up" you say walking to the kitchen as he follows you.

"Really? Fuck I'm sorry" he says behind you.

"You don't have to act like you are." you declare opening a cabinet and grabbing two glasses. "I'm not particularly sad about it. He was nice and caring but he was a shit eating fascist"

Llewyn snorts and nods in agreement. "So you dumped his ass?" he asks.

"No" you shake your head. "He did. He thinks I'm in love with you" you turn, giving him his glass. "He's right." you blurt out casually, walking past Llewyn to cross the kitchen and open another cabinet.

You grab your bottle of scotch and close the cabinet with your foot and open the bottle to pour the liquid in Llewyn's glass. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't know what to say.

You look up at him and chuckle. "You should see your face" you laugh before turning and filling your glass. You turn back at him and he's stuck making the same face, standing there like a deer caught in headlights. "Come on Llewyn" you say pushing your hands against the counter to lift your body and sit on it. "Don't act like it's shocking news" you chuckle before bringing the glass to your lips.

Llewyn remains there, his glass in hands and nothing to say. He takes a step forward and dips one of his hand in his jeans pocket and takes a sip of the scotch as if he suddenly regained consciousness.

"Are you really?" he questions swallowing the warm liquid.

"In love with you? I've been for the longest time" you affirm, not even scared to say it out loud anymore. There are things you have to come to terms with.

Llewyn lets out a dry laugh, turning his face away.

"Are you making fun of me?" you ask him in dismay.

He shakes his head looking at the floor. "Absolutely not love" he says looking back at you. "I'm making fun of myself" he says nodding and walking to you, placing himself in front of you. "For not kissing you fully every time I had the chance just because I thought you wouldn't want it." he says in a low voice, almost a whisper, looking up at you and putting down his glass next to you.

You weakly smile at him and also put your glass down. Your gaze remains on his face and a sudden urge occurs. Your hand settles on the side of his face and you gently caress his cheek with your thumb, an action you've been wanting to do for so long. To just hold him, to just touch him gently. He easily leans into your touch and looks up at you with desperate, aching eyes.

"Then why don't you catch up now?" you purr, offering him the first step.

A weird feeling expands through your body when his firm hands settle on your waist and he pulls you closer so your lips can finally meet. You asked for this but you can't help but gasp softly against his mouth when it's finally meeting yours.

The taste of his mouth feels lovely and you know you're going to get addicted to it.

You're on the edge of the counter, he's pressed between your thighs and your legs are caging him like you're going to lose him if you don't have him as close as possible to you. Your hands meet the back of his head to gently tug at the curls and his hands are roaming around your body like it's the last thing he's ever going to do.

He pulls away from your mouth and quickly reconnects his to your jaw, peppering gentle kisses there before going down to your neck. You can't help but softly moan when he kisses at one specific spot, and he lingers there when he hears that, gently biting on the skin.

You run your hand through the nest of curls and he comes back to your mouth, and you swear that the feeling of his tongue against yours is the loveliest thing you've ever experienced.

Your hand leaves his hair to gently cup his jaw, and you never expected his beard to be this soft.

You pull away for air and when he looks up at you with rosy cheeks and lips, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life doing this with him.

He laughs lightly and rests his forehead against your chest, softly breathing. You catch your breath and nuzzle his hair, laughing too. Your hands are resting on his shoulders and you close your eyes, realizing how all of that happened so fast.

His face shifts to your neck again, leaving small and delicate kisses, his beard lightly grazing against your skin.

"I'm so sorry for the asshole I've been" he mutters between kisses, as if it was part of the apology.

"You're a good kisser so you're excused" you chuckle softly as you watch him face you again.

He smiles at your compliment and cups your face, carefully tracing your features with his calloused hands.

"I want to be yours." he murmurs nodding, staring deep into your eyes he swore he could almost drown in.

"You can be mine" you whisper back at him, weakly smiling.

"Good."

He smiles and pulls you in for a gentle, lasting kiss.

He pulls away and grabs the glass of scotch he had almost forgotten about.

You stare at him drinking and softly chew on your lower lip.

"Llewyn?" you ask quietly.

"Mhh?" he hums, the glass leaving his pink tinted lips.

"I take back what I said. You can stay here tonight" you say softly grining.

He smiles and walks back to you.

"Awesome" he grunts putting down his glass, lifting you off the counter.

Your couch indeed gets busy that night.

---

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

[yandere-romanticaa]

Tips on how to start your own blog! 💌💋

Last updated: November 8th 2024.

Since many people have requested this, I'm gonna show you some of the tips that helped me and my blog expand! Feel free to take some of these with a grain of salt, there's always room for improvement! Most of these are pretty basic, but I still think they're worth mentioning. And now, staring with:

1. Grammar.

I can't tell you just how important grammar is, oh gosh. I've clicked away from so many fan fics because the grammar was that awful, sorry not sorry. If you're not a native English speaker writing can be a good way to practice your grammar but if you want it to look okay, there are apps out there that can help you spell check most things, or just do what I usually do - when I'm unsure how to type a specific word I just look it up on Google, and Google fixes it for me, and after writing it down so many times it sticks in my memory. This process is a bit slow though, but it does work, at least for me!

I'm not saying you're not allowed to make mistakes at all, that's not true! I make them all the time (heck, I definitely made some in this very post), but if they're few and far in between, people will be much more forgiving!

2. Tags.

Tag your stuff, tag your fics, tag your characters, tag your fandoms, tag everything! Not only will this help you clean up your blog, but your stuff has a higher chance of showing up in the main feed AND it'll be easier for other people to navigate through your blog and find the stuff they want to find.

3. Be very clear with your rules, and put them somewhere visible.

It is what it is, a lot of people just don't read the bio and that's a fact. You have a better chance of it being spotted if you pin it right at the top of your blog, even if the lazy people who don't like to read that stuff might get confused and think it's a new post but haha, you tricked them.

But yes, rules. What fandoms do you write for? How many requests are you willing to take? How many characters can people send in, so on so forth. What is something that you won't tolerate being sent in your inbox? Be very careful with this! And also, limiting your requests is actually a smart decision, don't be like me who piles them up! I have fortunately gotten better with this though!

4. Pick an aesthetic.

Okay, hear me out - people like things that are pretty and polished, we all know this. So, try making your blog look like that! Choose an aesthetic and try sticking to it, I was surprised to see just how much this helps! Also, decorate your blog by reblogging other aesthetics, moodboards, quotes, pictures, anything!

5. Don't be scared to try something new!

"Oh no, this is gonna suck!"

"No one will read this!"

STOP, I WILL bonk you over the head if I hear anyone talk about this! No matter how cringe you think your idea is, trust me, someone is going to like it and later, that someone will elaborate why they like it and that turns into a full on domino effect! I've written stuff which I thought wasn't that good and no one would like it but jokes on me, most of them turned out to be my most popular posts! Do not be discouraged if someone talks down to you (or if you talk down to yourself) at least try. Even if it does flop, you can always try again.

6. Talk to other creators!

I've noticed that a lot of people here are super shy to talk to their favorite content creators, or just others in general! While that can be a little wholesome, don't let that stop you from expanding and potentially learning something new, or just getting inspiration! I literally don't know a single person that would mind if you just sent a random "Hi!" in their private messages, if anything, you might just brighten up their day, I'm dead serious! Talk to other people, discuss what to write, exchange ideas!!

7. Do not allow your words to repeat one too many times.

This is something that I truly started to notice when my own writing started to improve and it low key ties back to the #1 rule.

One of my biggest shall we say triggers, for fics is if an author repeats a word one too many times, the most common one being the constant use of the personal pronoun "I". Here, I'll give you a little example:

"I woke up this morning. I decided to wear my dress because I think it looks pretty. I look up at the sky and see the sun is shining, which I think is very pretty."

See how clunky that looks? Again, this also low key ties back into the grammar rule but if you are not sure what words to use for your story, I highly recommend you use Google for help. For example, I want to use the word "beautiful" but I do not wish to repeat it too many times in the same sentence.

Pick the word which fits the context of your sentence the most, and if you're not satisfied with any of the suggestions you see up there on Google, there is a plethora of other websites which can help you pick and choose.

This tip is also really good for a beginner writer I feel like. It definitely helped me back when I first started!

8. Reblog other fics!

By doing this, you are helping other blogs out by giving them exposure, and they could help you out in the exact same way! Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not encouraging you to make friends and interact with posts simply to gain exposure but it is what it is, that's a side affect of this! Besides, people will have more stuff to go through on your blog, and they can find more while they're at it! How cool is that?!

9. (OPTIONAL) Don't be shy to open up!

I understand that some people are very private, and that is perfectly fine! That is a very wise choice to stay private as much as possible on the internet, but in my opinion it's also okay to say a few things about yourself too! After a while, people get a little curious on the personalities of their favorite content creators, and by opening up you can connect better with your audience! You start to understand them and why they followed you to begin with, and by doing so you can see what they like and dislike, and what you can write to make them happy in the future!

10. Have fun.

Your passion for writing will bleed into your craft, even if it doesn't seem like it when you start! If you truly care about the characters and the story you're writing about, it's impossible to hide it, even behind a screen! People will be dazzled by your ideas and they'll want more! Be mindful of yourself however, and don't go overboard. If life is getting to you, or you just don't have the energy, take breaks and unwind. Come back when you can, everyone will be patiently waiting for you. Writing, especially fanfiction, should be a fun and light-hearted experience, it's something that should come from the heart and pure passion! At the end of the day it's all just harmless fun that's meant to be enjoyed by everyone!

I think that's it! I can't seem to think of anything else but these are the things that kept me going for so long! If anyone else has any tips, don't hesitate to share! Thank you for reading my darlings!

[dreamingmanip]

“MADNESS LOVE” PART 2

*GIF NOT MINE*

You can find part 1 here.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 2,026

A/N: Hi guys! Like I said before, this is part 2 of 3 for this imagine. I loved this fic so much I could’t stop writing. I hope you liked it, like always if you like this, please like it and reblog it. This would be pin on my page so you can find it without problems.

The tears kept rolling down your face all the way home, you didn't bother to wipe them away when you met your neighbor in the lobby, asking you if you were okay. You weren't, you were holding yourself to not break down in the middle of the hallway, making a scene. 

Your keys jingled while you opened the front door, your hands trembling; you shut the door behind you. There was some light coming from outside the window but mostly it was dark,and that's how you felt, as if somebody took the light inside you leaving you blind. You leaned you back on the door, your body sliding down to the cold floor, sitting there looking at nothing. A cell phone started ringing in the distance but you didn't want to move. Your eyes fluttered trying to focus in the dark, searching in your jacket for it, the screen on the phone  glowed  and illuminated your face, Jay's name showed up, and the killing pain came back to your chest just looking at his name, so you decided to turn it off. 

God knows how long you were there until you decided to stand up and go to your room to take a shower, put on some pajamas and grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the back of your fridge taking it to your room. Jay's words echoing in your head, over and over again.

Did he commit to his job, to his Unit, that he was fine letting you go? His words were etched in your mind. Of course you understood the full situation, he was right; you were the new still, not a detective, but that wasn't what was hurting you, it was realizing how he believed you both could never say anything because your jobs were more important. 

Somehow you fell asleep before finishing the bottle of wine. The clock on your nightstand began to chime, it seemed that you had barely fallen asleep. Your room was still dark thanks to the curtains but some rays of sun could creep in. You stretched out your hand to turn off the alarm, and at the same time, your cell phone began to ring, you probably turned it on again in the middle of the night, you were a cop and sometimes you did stuff automatically; you raised it a little to be able to answer.

"Hello?"

“Hey Y/N, please don’t tell me you were still in bed.”

Your voice was a little croaky when you spoke.

“Uhm, no I wasn’t. My throat feels weird this morning, so… yeah.”

Kim’s voice was joyful even on the phone, you turned to see the clock, in a bright green color it said “8:15 AM”. You sat up immediately, moving the soft sheets wrapped on your body away while Kim was still talking.

“...So I called Kevin and we decided to bring you some donuts and your favorite coffee before the event. We’re 10 minutes away.”

“Fuck”.

You murmured getting in the bathroom. Kim looked at Kevin a little concerned.

“Sorry Kim, I spilled some water on the table but, uhm, yeah. See you in 10”.

Ending the call, you got in the shower, didn’t even wait for the warm water so you screamed a little feeling the coldness on your skin. The fastest shower you ever took in your life, leaving you with only five minutes to get dressed up and do your hair. 

You were in the final touches of your makeup when a few small knocks on the front door warned you of the arrival of Burgess and Atwater. Taking one last look at the mirror to put a smile on your face before one of them would notice something, you felt anxious and devastated and trying to hide it from officers and detectives required a lot of self control.

Both of your friends smiled when you opened the door, Kim was holding a little box with cartoon drawings of donuts on the top while Kevin was offering you a cup of your favorite coffee. All of you wearing uniforms.

“Thanks guys, I barely ate something this morning”.

You took the coffee from Kevin’s hand, taking a little sip before walking out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. The three of you were talking about random stuff all the way to the car and to the downtown, well, Kim was the one talking with Kevin, you were mentally preparing yourself to see Jay, it wasn’t working at all.

“So Y/N, Jay called me last night, which was a little weird if I have to admit, he asked me about you”.

Kim was looking at you through the view rear mirror, you blinked a couple of times without saying anything. Why did Jay call Kim to ask her for you? You had no idea and that's exactly what you said.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was at home last night. He’s weird sometimes you know that.”

“I know, right? He asked me if you were with me last night but we were at Molly’s. Adam, Hailey, Kevin and I, we miss you by the way.”

Kevin looked at you, knowing something went wrong between you and Jay.

“We invited Halstead to celebrate but he said he was busy filling some forms for Trudy after shift.”.

“Well, I don’t know him so well. I think he prefers to be alone. Look, the press is here too”.

You passed some news cars, reporters were setting their cameras to get a better view. Jay hated this, he wasn’t comfortable seeing his face on the paper just for doing his job and also Voight taught them that when his unit was formed, and everyone did almost the same.

You got out of the car after Kevin parked near the place. Hailey was the first who noticed you, she raised her hand and started to wave it. You smiled, Kim was doing the same and started walking towards her, Kevin patted your shoulder making you go slowly.

“What happened last night? Jay called me too, he said he was worried about you”.

“Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore. We’re done”. 

“Wait, what?”

Kevin stopped for a moment, that news caught him by surprise.

“Y/N, are you sure of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll support any decision you make, all the way, but I know your feelings. Working together could get harder.”

You nodded your head, you knew it. It was going to get hard in every possible way, seeing him every morning not able to steal a kiss from each other at the coffee room or staying up watching a movie with your head on his chest; suddenly a bunch of memories came back to your mind, you shook your head slowly, you gave him a side smile.

“Kev, I got this. I’m gonna be fine. C’mon”.

You bumped his arm with yours while you reached out to Hailey and Kim, for a moment Hailey looked at you and nodded, Jay talked to her too. You nodded back to her.

A few moments later, Voight and Trudy joined you. In the place there were a small, but considerable, number of people but no matter how much you searched with your eyes, you could not find Jay. The coordinators asked you to take your seats, for obvious reasons the Intelligence Unit was in the front row, it wasn't until that moment that you could see Jay in his uniform, you had always liked the way he looked in it. However, he didn't seem very happy, he seemed calm but you noticed the pressure on his jaw, his straight shoulders and his gaze in front of him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was sitting next to some superiors in the platform in front of you. The Superintendent stepped up to the microphone to start his speech, some photographers started to point their cameras to the people and then to the "big hero". 

The ceremony wasn't too long, you all met in the back while reporters were asking now questions to some people. Voight was smiling, which was rare, while Jay was walking towards the group. 

Adam was the first to talk, and like always, started to make some jokes. 

"There he is, the super cop Jay Halstead. The man of the year!"

He padded Jay's shoulder, he had a shy smile on his lips. Uncomfortable by all the attention he was receiving. 

"Thanks Ruzek, I think the cartel in Mexico didn't hear you". 

Everybody laughed, including you. Jay looked at you for a moment, actually felt more like 2 seconds. 

"Alright, let's go back to the district and back to work. We can celebrate later at Molly's". 

Voight spoke and all dismissed to the cars, you went with Kevin again, this time Kim decided to ride with Ruzek, the awkward sensation was still there so she didn't want it to push it further and make you uncomfortable. Once inside the car, you kept quiet all the way, Kevin knew you were lying but he also knew how you dealt with a broken heart. 

You went to the locker room and just arrived at the district, it was too damn warm to keep it all day, also it was used just for events like this. When you got to the door you spotted Hailey, she was putting her badge on her belt. You kept your head down, trying to avoid her, you greet her with a quiet voice. 

"Uhm Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?" 

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, her  cautious blue eyes looking back at you. 

"Look, when Jay told me he was dating you, I told him it was stupid. Not worth it if your careers could be over just for a romance that could last just a few months". 

You knew Hailey, she was a bad ass woman and probably didn't say it to her so often but you admire her. She was serious, she didn't like to play games when it comes to her friends. 

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but that was before seeing how good you are together as partners and as a couple. I was scared for both of you because I love you and I care about you. I'm not on Jay's side or your side, left me out that but Y/N, it's not easy to Jay open his heart like he did with you. He doesn't want to lose you and I guess the only way he can control that feeling it's not letting anybody know about it. Forgive me if I was a little obtrusive". 

You didn't notice there were a few tears on your cheek, cleared your throat to be available to speak but you failed at finding the right words, it took you a few seconds to speak. 

"It's okay Hailey, but what about me? What about my feelings? I know Jay is right, we could lose our jobs but, why make me feel like his dirty secret?"

Hailey took a few steps closer, her blue eyes now looking sad.

"Of course your feelings are valid. Don't get me wrong, I have been in that position before and it's not easy. All I'm saying is, you shouldn't leave things unspoken, this stuff gets heavy later."

She hugged you tight, rubbing your back. You held her too, she knew what she was talking about, you never asked before 'cause she was very private but you believed her at anything she said. 

After changing your clothes, you came back to the bullpen, nobody was talking, you sat at your chair and looked around; it seemed like everybody was tense for no reason. Voight was in his office and the unit was on some paperwork. You felt someone looking at you, directly. There was no need to look up, you knew Jay was looking at you from time to time. You haven’t talked to each other yet, you needed to, but that wasn’t the right place.

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Pairings: JJ Maybank x female! OC, fake dating Rafe Cameron x female! OC

Summary: JJ Maybank's ex is a kook, not any kook tho, she's the daughter of the mayor who's recently been involved with the kook prince himself Rafe Cameron.

Genre: Angst.

Warning: None!

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"We'll be here in less than a week, okay?" Your dad handed you over the keys, "Rember, be good and call him, I need those boxes empty by tomorrow okay?"

You nodded, "Tell mom I miss her,"

"I will," he hugged you before exiting the house.

Now you were alone, again. As much as you wanted to catch your dad before he got to the helicopter and companion him to Hawaii, you couldn't. Now, there were three things you could do in this situation:

a) You stayed home and watch Netflix

b) You go to the Camerons', which included getting ready, getting photographed by the paparazzi, answer random interviews, and always having to make good publicity for your dad and Ward. You rolled your eyes hating to be the Mayor's daughter.

c) Call... you know who.

Or secret option d) Do the job of you know who so you don't have to call him.

The first option was too boring, the second one seemed like a lot of effort, and the third one well... to be honest, it was the most appealing and you knew the last one wasn't even an option.

You scrolled through your contacts and finally found it, you stared at it while analyzing if it was a good idea or not. You sighed blocking the phone. Why? Why did you have to be perfect? Having to smile, wave, and talk as little as possible; always have good grades, get an MIT; do charity work, attend events, give speeches; be kind, generous, humble, smart, funny, classy. You didn't hate it, you just never thought it would be this hard, your job was just to make it seem effortless, it didn't matter how many times your Dad scolded you and made you consider other people who are going through worse, you still wanted to escape it.

"Fuck" you muttered under your breath, you knew exactly what you were gonna do, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you hated yourself, "Fuck you Maybank," you clicked his name and the phone began to call.

You guys were more chill now that your father forced you to behave yourselves, but you still needed to clear somethings up.

"Well, well, well," you didn't need to see him to know he had an obnoxiously cocky smile across his face, "If it isn't Victoria Lewis," he couldn't let you hear his surprise and hurt.

"Hi JJ,"

"Let me guess, your parents are trying to save their marriage again by going to Hawaii?"

"Fuck you,"

He chuckled over the line, "I'm just messin' with you, I'll be there in 10,"

You hung up.

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"Yeah, he can come in," you clarified to security and hung up.

After a few seconds, the blonde boy crossed the front gate.

He was already familiar with the drill; having the guards call your house, get across the garden, and into the parking lot, you waiting for him on the spot he already knew was his.

"I'll never get bored of this," he took his helmet off.

"I thought you'd be over it by this point," you leaned against the vehicle.

"Nah, I mean, I feel pretty special. I'm pretty sure I'm the only Pogue that gets to be here," he got close to you while crossing his arms, "So, are you gonna tell me why you call me, or should I just assume it?"

"You know exactly why you're here,"

For a second he was confused, then his face flushed, "You're kidding, right?"

"I wished I was,"

He took a deep breath frustrated.

"Don't get mad, you're the one who took the job, besides, he personally asked for you since Sally is out of town," you explained.

"Of course she is," he agreed with irony.

"You just have to do a couple of boxes, and I uh- I'll help you out,"

He bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating, "Fine," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't be dramatic, it's not that bad,"

"Just because you'll be there,"

And now, you were still sliding book by book, binder by binder into the shelves.

"I hate this job," JJ folded another empty box.

"At least you're not alone doing it,"

"Yeah," he cut the tape of the biggest box and walked to your side.

"Oh no, no, no, no, those go on the bottom row,"

He sighed, kneeled, and started over.

As you finished your box, you realized you were tired. JJ was right, his fucking job sucks and it wasn't a very difficult one, but being one of Outer Bank's mayor's assistants wasn't great either.

"Finish that row and I'll tell him your dad called you and you had to leave,"

"No, I uh- I need the complete money,"

"He left me the complete money, I'll just deal with him later, okay?"

"Thanks," he snickered as he finally got up.

"Want a beer?" you opened the minifridge.

"Hell yeah,"

"Lucky for you, he just bought those British ones you like so much,"

He admired the Golden glory label before tasting it, it lived up to its name, "Well, I guess the only thing good about this job is that I get to get a beer after," he sat on your dad's chair.

You sat on the desk taking a sip of your soda, you're not much of a drinker. Now you were in complete silence, it's not that easy to try and have a normal conversation with an ex you ended in not so good terms.

Flashback

"Oh, sorry I'm late baby, I was just-"

"Busy, I know, you always are," he was annoyed, "You could've just called, you know? Not be late for almost three hours,"

"Baby, I couldn't even grab my phone I'm so sorry,"

"We should just call it a night, okay? Kie already canceled our reservations anyways,"

"We don't need a restaurant to have a nice date,"

"It's our anniversary Victoria, it was supposed to be special,"

"Well, I'm-"

"Can you stop apologizing? For once, I already know you're sorry, all the time,"

You were speechless.

He scoffed, "Wow, alright I'm gonna leave,"

"JJ," you tried to grab his arm.

"I can't keep doing this Victoria, I can't, you're always busy with some charity event or an interview or school,"

"What- what are you saying?" You gulped.

He sighed, "I'm breaking up with you,"

"What? No, JJ I really am sorry for not being here today,"

"But it's not just today! It's every single day! You always have something more important than us, always! And it's fucking exhausting! I'm exhausted!"

"Of course I have important things to do! That's what being the daughter of the mayor means!"

"Well I didn't sign up to date the daughter of the mayor, I want to date you!"

"Of course you did! You did the minute you decided to talk to me while volunteering to help my dad's campaign! The minute you started to work for him! The minute you took me on a date and kissed me! The minute you asked me to be your girlfriend!"

"Well, I didn't think he was actually gonna win!"

"That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard you say," You spat, "And you don't get to quit on us especially when I haven't! I told you I loved you and you didn't say it back! Did I give you crap about it? No, I didn't, instead, I decided to not pressure you to say it!"

"Well, if you're waiting for me to say it now I'm the one who's sorry because I don't love you Victoria!" He did, he really did, "And I don't know if I ever will!"

"Good! Thanks for telling me so I don't keep wasting my time on someone who's not worthy of it!" You turned to leave, but then remembered and returned in front of him, "And for the record, I'm leaving you because you're an asshole! You're a quitter! God, my father was right about you!" You hit his shoulder a few times, "I hate you Maybank! I hate you!"

"No, you hate yourself because I'm not your charity case anymore, you couldn't fix me and you can't live with the idea of failing, can you?"

You slapped him, hard, "It's not my job to fix you, but good luck getting over your daddy issues all by yourself, " You hissed before walking away.

End of flashback

"How are the Pogues?" you asked before feeling more uncomfortable.

"Missing you,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, John B refuses to play Monopoly with anyone but you, Pope's always strugglin' with school now more than ever since you're not there to teach him social sciences, Kiara's all alone again at school since you started homeschool; so yeah, they are basically falling apart without you,"

You bit your tongue before asking, you wanted to know but it just wasn't right to say it. Since there was no response from you, you stayed in complete silence again, itching silence, so irritant you both wanted to cut it but weren't sure what to say, so JJ changed the subject.

"So, you and Rafe Cameron seem to catch people's attention," he broke the ice.

"It's just publicity,"

"Really? I mean, that date on the beach seemed pretty real," he was getting a bit defensive.

"It was all fake, Ward planned it, who do you think called the paparazzi?"

"So there's nothing between you and Rafe?"

"Ew, no," you grimaced.

"Did Ward plan the rest of the dates or just that one?"

"No, I had to plan them because I needed to bring attention to my event, besides I could never date Rafe Cameron,"

"And why is that? I mean he's perfect for you, he's handsome, he's funny, great around crowds, your parents love him; I mean, why not?"

"Because Rafe Cameron is an asshole,"

"True," you both chuckled, "For how long are you planning to fake date?"

"I dunno, for as long as necessary I guess, people seem to love us together and some hate us but like my dad says, any publicity is good publicity,"

"So you're gonna play the long game, huh?"

"Yeah, mostly because my mom wants me to marry the guy and my dad just adores him,"

The phone rang and you had to pick it up.

"Hi, yeah he can come in," as you finished the call you looked at JJ, "Speak of the devil,"

"He's here?"

"Yeah, he uh- sometimes comes just to be followed by the paparazzi and tell them he's coming here,"

"Oh," he nodded, "Do you want me to go or-"

"No, it's fine we don't even talk to each other so," you raised your shoulders.

"Maybe you should, I mean if you're gonna keep fake dating I think you should at least get to know him," he suggested.

"I guess you're right,"

"So I uh- I've been thinking a lot about us lately like what went wrong," he abruptly confessed, "And I owe you an apology,"

"Why? I mean our relationship went downhill the minute my dad became mayor and decided to make me his best publicity element,"

"Yeah, but I also gave up too quickly, I should've been more tolerant and all I did was fuck it up even more with my selfishness," he finished his beer.

"Well now that we're saying things like that, I could've made more time for us but I just thought that my dad was more important and all of my life was just falling apart,"

"You deserve someone who's schedule is more flexible,"

"And you deserve someone with more time,"

It was nice to have an actual conversation with no yelling and a cold mind, it somehow felt mature; you both loved each other but now it was a different type of love, it was more of an "I wish you the best and if anything goes wrong I'll always be here" type of love, you could wonder of what it would be like if you ever went back together, but you didn't want to, you both know the best thing was to stay apart.

"You should go with Rafe," he smirked.

"I-"

"Have you ever actually talked to him? Like a deep type of conversation?"

"No," you muttered.

"Then go with him, if you're still planning of becoming president he'll make the perfect guy to marry, we both know this won't end anytime soon,"

"God, I hate when you're right," you rolled your eyes.

"Go," he insisted.

As you left the room he knew at that moment, that he had officially lost you, he let you go for a greater good. He was now whisked in emotions, nostalgia, happiness, sadness, and a touch of anger.

He smiled, because for the first time in his life he finally did something purely good.

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#5

I finally have a semi-coherent thought about A:TLA again!

Zuko and Katara (or Sokka or whoever, it truly doesn't matter) in the crystal caverns... except they don't know he's Zuko. He's just some random -apparently- Earth Kingdom teen stuck down there with them.

They have no clue why this guy (who introduces himself as Li) is in there with them.

Then everything goes wild when Azula comes down and starts talking to them and inevitably calls him 'brother' or something.

240 notes • Posted 2021-04-13 00:00:03 GMT

#4

So I've just been excited that c!Tubbo told c!Ranboo what happened. That he got executed because c!Quackity and c!Schlatt peer-pressured c!Techno and that he made the burns from that attack canon.

However I keep seeing people upset that c!Tubbo is not upset with c!Techno and that people are saying that the peer pressure was enough to cause him to do that.

However, I don't think any of them are actually thinking about the facts of c!Techno here because their arguments are always along the lines of "Oh, he could have fought his way out :/ He could have easily beaten them".

They're probably right, even against high odds, c!Techno could beat a lot of people. However, c!Techno isn't one to take a risk he doesn't have to and also -

The peer pressure does come into play, like it or not.

I would like to bring to the table that both cc!Techno and c!Techno have rather severe social anxiety. This is true and canon fact.

Do you know what it's like to be in a situation where everyone is staring at you when you have even normal anxiety? It's fucking terrifying. I'm saying this as a person with anxiety, both social and just plain anxiety.

So important people like c!Schlatt and c!Quackity, suddenly calling for c!Techno to execute c!Tubbo? He would be feeling all of those eyes on him in a situation where he doesn't have any authority and isn't mid-battle.

Fucking hell that sounds like a recipe for disaster.

Put me in that situation and tell me to stab someone? That knife is gonna look like a good option for getting out of an awkward and terrifying situation. Just thinking of it makes me nervous to the point of my chest getting tighter.

c!Tubbo was in no position to really call him off either, he was literally trapped and couldn't do anything. He had no power to help c!Techno escape the situation of being watched while called to do something, which meant that c!Techno also felt trapped.

Not to mention that c!Techno and c!Tubbo usually got along before that. So c!Techno didn't exactly have ill will towards him either.

Had someone he trusted and worked well with - c!Tommy and c!Wilbur come to mind - tried to call him off, he more than likely would have hesitated more and even potentially just not done it.

But I'm sure some of you would argue that just c!Schlatt and c!Quackity doing it and no one speaking out against it isn't enough.

However, it wasn't just c!Schlatt and c!Quackity was it? it's something we don't want to think of for one very simple reason.

It was us too.

Chat is canon and Techno bends to our will quite often. When it comes to violence, we're the ones who get the final say and get to call the shots.

After all, our favorite phrase is "Blood for the Blood God" and we called for it that day.

And we aren't exactly small in number.

299 notes • Posted 2021-06-18 23:41:32 GMT

#3

Has anyone ever noticed that when people in the Dream SMP fandom go "Oh, what this character did was unforgivable", "This character is bad", "this character is flat", or "This doesn't make any sense". You can always tell whether or not they watch the person they're complaining about?

Like, c!Tubbo's execution for instance. Every time I see someone say that c!Techno didn't care at all or his character enjoyed it, I can tell they don't watch Techno or completely misunderstand his character.

c!Techno spent several minutes stalling, all while trying to find a way to free c!Tubbo.

If you watch it from c!Tubbo's POV or any other character than c!Techno, it does look like he's just lining up a shot and trying to avoid c!Tubbo's talking, but if you watch Techno all that movement makes more sense. He was looking at c!Tubbo's imprisonment for a way to release him.

He can't. He's forced to go through with it. He gets close to use a weapon he himself doesn't know is effective because he knows at close range fireworks do more damage. Then fires off multiple shots until he gets the message. He also apologized beforehand for what he's doing.

The thing about c!Techno is he doesn't apologize if he doesn't mean it. If he didn't care about killing c!Tubbo he would have fired off his shots immediately and without a word of apology because he wouldn't have a reason to even pretend. He wouldn't have bothered stalling and he wouldn't have bothered with even a half assed apology.

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Another thing is when someone says that c!Phil's is two dimensional. They clearly aren't watching lore from his POV, only from other people while he happens to be in the room. That or they completely don't understand what's going on. cc!Phil isn't an actor or writer by any means so of course his side will seem a little flat.

If you actually pay attention from his POV and to what's happening rather than purely how he's executing it, c!Phil does have a lot of motivation.

I've also seen people say that his character half-ass tries to explain away shitty things he does, but here's the thing. From c!Phil's POV, those excuses make sense. They aren't half-assed because to him they're exactly why he did it.

Just because you don't like it or it doesn't make sense to you, doesn't mean that it doesn't in the end make sense.

There are more situations than just this too, but people need to work on stopping and thinking about things and not just jumping in on a take that doesn't really have ground to hold it.

452 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 11:46:20 GMT

#2

I swear-

c!Techno was abundantly clear to c!Tommy from the beginning that he was going to destroy L'Manburg. He stated it several times. He made no illusions about not wanting or planning to.

c!Tommy chose to ignore every verbal statement c!Techno gave him about this however.

Yes, c!Techno stated they could talk about it at one point, but need I remind you that any chance they had to talk about it was completely disrupted by c!Tommy leaving and therefore c!Techno had no reason to even hesitate anymore.

Also, despite seeing several people who seem to think otherwise, c!Techno had no intention to force c!Tommy to help him destroy L'Manburg. He asked but he also stated that c!Tommy didn't have to help and that he should just stay out of the way. c!Techno was essentially saying, "Just stay at the cabin, you don't have to be involved" and meant it.

Not to mention c!Techno showed c!Tommy a room with HUNDREDS of wither skulls. c!Tommy isn't dumb, he knows what that would mean.

So, NO. c!Techno did not lie and hide his intent to destroy L'Manburg and NO, he wasn't going to force c!Tommy to help him.

672 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 12:10:21 GMT

#1

Things that piss me off when people ignore them, Dream SMP edition. (Surprisingly TikTok and Tumblr are innocent today, I'm just mad.)

c!Techno did not blow up L'Manburg. c!Wilbur did. c!Techno set Withers on the already destroyed city after they set up a government in front of him while knowing he was an anarchist that they had employed partly because he was an anarchist.

c!Wilbur manipulated c!Techno by lying to him multiple times throughout Pogtopia. He claimed Pogtopia was not a country -which is directly opposing what he told c!Tommy as they made Pogtopia- then proceeded to tell him that he wouldn't be making a new government when they took back L'Manburg.

Releasing Withers on L'Manburg was not c!Techno betraying them as he had no loyalty to them in the first place. He had been hired by Pogtopia to help them train and farm. He had no ties of loyalty beyond helping them regain the country. When betrayed and finding out he was lied to, he then proceeded to set the Withers on them. You cannot betray someone who you were never loyal to in the first place and he had no loyalty to L'Manburg.

From c!Schlatt's view, executing c!Tubbo made perfect sense. He was a mole that he found, not only in the country he was in charge of, but in the actual cabinet. Even if we don't like it, it made sense from his view.

c!Techno did not enjoy executing c!Tubbo. He was forced to. He would not have apologized or stalled for time while attempting to figure out how to free him if he had wanted to do it or didn't care.

c!Tommy did not mean to burn down c!George's house, it was an accident. He had set out to steal from people that day.

c!Ranboo was as much to blame for the destruction of c!George's house as c!Tommy was.

c!Tommy took all the blame for c!George's house being burnt down despite the fact that he knew that c!Ranboo was there too and he could shift some of the blame to someone else.

c!Quackity had no right to cause the formation of the Butcher Army. He went to c!Techno's land knowing that he wasn't causing any problems right then. He knew that c!Techno had no intent to fight and used Carl against him. Even when informed that c!Techno was retired he didn't care. Also, c!Techno simply responded to c!Quackity coming after him with the same reaction as c!Quackity gave him. Violence.

c!Wilbur was manipulating c!Tommy for a long time. Even as far back as the Disc Wars. When c!Wilbur told c!Tommy to give the discs to c!Dream, seconds later he privately messaged him to tell him to run, which caused even more chaos and harm in the end.

No matter how much you head canon otherwise, Sally was just a regular salmon.

682 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 18:38:55 GMT

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[staandaarsh]

About Me + This Blog!

Hi there! I figured it would be a good idea for my Pinned Post to be a basic introduction, just so everyone can get an idea of who I am and what you can expect to see on this blog.

So, who are you?

I'm Rayna, but you can also call me Ray! I'm 21, British, Bisexual and my pronouns are she/her.

I'm (obviously) absolutely obsessed with cartoons/animation and I draw pretty much every day! I mostly do Traditional Art but I recently got Clip Studio Paint so hopefully I'll do more Digital Art soon.

I'm quite awkward but my inbox + asks are always open if anyone wants to talk!

What kinda stuff will you be posting?

Rick and Morty, baby! It's one of my favourite cartoons! I might occasionally post about other cartoons, such as Solar Opposites, Futurama, South Park, etc. but the main focus of this Blog will always be Rick and Morty.

I'll post a lot of self-insert/Rick x Reader stuff too, I absolutely love the alcoholic science grandpa!

What won't you post?

I won't EVER post R/ickM/orty, that shit just grosses me out. I would prefer for people who do ship it not to follow me too, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to attack anyone who does ship it!

I probably won't post anything too NSFW, but if I do I'll tag it accordingly!

Why did you move this blog?

My old blog was @usedtosaybitchalot, I wanted to keep the username SureSaysBitchALot but get a fresh-start, especially because the old blog was on a separate account (I wasn't sure how sideblogs worked okay?) which got kinda annoying. I'll probably be reblogging a few of my old posts here soon! Basically I wanna be more active in the fandom and this was the easiest option for me.

Got any other blogs/social media?

My main blog is @cutetinyartist! That Blog is mostly for g/t (I explain what that is in the Pinned Post there) and I'll probably reblog stuff from there occasionally too if it fits here. I also have an Instagram, Wattpad, DeviantArt and AO3 with the same username if you wanna follow that!

I do have another side-blog, @cool-patrol-dance, but I don't post there very often! It's mostly just where I put random stuff and fangirl about YUNGBLUD/NSP.

My main Instagram (where I post a lot of art) is DragonDoodles57!

My main Twitter is ArtByRayna and my Private Twitter is GotAHeartBoner!

I'm pretty sure that covers everything, you don't have to follow my other accounts but I thought I may as well share them!

[kingof-spades]

Hi! I'm Hana, call me H. (if this is a thing) I'm a halfling. I watch both anime and "normal" shows! I don't write but I do reblog to show some love. Here's some stuff about me <3

If I have sent a request and it's specifically for your mutuals or if I sent a request that made you uncomfortable, please DM me or if you're too shy know that I'm sorry! I don't mean to offend anyone in any way <3

(hi to any person i sent to for a match-up. if it helps my #me - h has a few people's opinion on who they think i'd be best with, so you can look at that if it helps!)

damn, now i want a character anon lover 😔

Status: Offline

Updated: 12/26/20

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Name: Hana/H

Age: 19

Birthday: February 12th 🙃

Zodiac: Aquarius

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight - girls are hot though

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Favorite Drinks: Boba, Soda, and Coffee

Favorite Food/Snacks/Candies: Fruits, Fruit Snacks/Gummy Bears, Twizzlers- :), Altoids(wintergreen), Lollipops

Likes: Music, Anything/Most things Vanilla, Leggings, more to be added

Dislikes: certain Vegetables(sorry, i cannot stomach them), Jeans, my Voice, People watching me eat, more to be added

Height: 150 cm - 4'11

My Kinnies: Mary Saotome, Aisaka Taiga, Suna Rintaro,

Words To Describe Me: Complicated, Confusing, Sadistic, Indecisive, Extra :), ditz, etc.

My Love Language: Quality Time + Acts of Service

When I Made This Account: October 15th - Though I'm not new, just lost my old account :(

Current Songs I Love: Blueberry Eyes, Quarto de Hotel, Gotta Love the LOV, and any song from Melanie Martinez :)

Favorite Haikyuu Ships: Kagehina, Bokuaka, and Asanoya 🥺

Favorite Haikyuu Team: Karasuno

𝙷𝚘𝚠/𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖/𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

I'm shy at first but get to know me, I am a whole different person. I can be quite blunt but I know when to shut my mouth. If my man likes someone else, he better tell me instead of cheating :( I don't stand cheaters. I'm not the type to "forgive and forget" I'm pretty bitter(sorry), only sometimes though.

A pretty negative person, not gonna lie. I'm a foodie/snackie and also insecure. I am clingy... but I still need/want my freedom and space. I have a tattoo on my knee that says "everything" in the shape of a question mark, and a skull for the dot(y'know, the . at the bottom).

Absolutely not into "perfect" things or people, only sometimes though. I prefer those who has demons. I absolutely CANNOT handle people who can't admit when they're wrong, I can't find it in me. Into chill dates or exciting one or just chilling(ex. Like in the bathroom brushing our teeth while vibing to some songs <3) Loves a good comfortable silence. I bite the inside of my cheek... good or bad thing, I dunno. It relaxes me though.

I get what I want because I'm nice, but sometimes I don't because I can be a b*tch at times :/ I have dry lips because idgaf, sorry :(( I need a man that can get me the snacks anytime and anywhere because I need them. Or one of my favorite drinks, either one and I'll be nice/fine! :p I tend to suppress my own feelings and needs so I need a guy who knows me(im also selfish...). I need a honest guy who also loves me for me and would never judge me because I hurt pretty easily :((

I'm one to ask people to do my homework... and hope they do :) I'm pretty boring so my friends, etc have to be the fun one. My friends consider me bossy, I am, in a good way. I'm sensitive so people trying to teach me things will make me cry, only my teachers/professors can teach me stuff. You have to be someone I trust and is really special to teach me. I'm clumsy. I don't like compliments because I feel like I don't deserve them. If I run out of clothes I will wear others with no shame :) ahem, im sensitive. I like being a exception because it makes me feel special.

My best subject is English, but I don't think I'm good at it :/ I'm very cat-like :) Take me on a roller-coaster and I will throw up or cry and scream. Also a scaredy cat. On the outside I seem very crazy or whatever but at home I just chill. I'm a normally cool person. Please, I have so many issues and mental problems. I'm picky, yet I'm not? I can be easily entertained, sometimes. Like I can play with a string of yarn or a stick and not fall asleep from boredom. I have random hyper moments as well :)) Respect my privacy, thank you. Give me someone who doesn't mind me being weird, we can be weird together~

I wasn't raised properly. I learned most things a kid should know as a teen and also did everything myself. So I get embarrassed to do everything or anything in public/in front of someone. Practically slow and clueless :) I also don't really know myself :/

How my friend describes me: "You seem pretty straight forward and confident but at times you can be kinda shy you can also come off mean to some people but you dont realize youre being rude because thats how youve always talked. You can be generous and yes you are annoying and pushy. You also like money or expensive things." My friend kins me with: Akaashi, bit of Kenma, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Bokuto with the emo stuff

Took @shoutas-kitten info and added/changed/deleted a few things, with Luna's permission! (sorry im just not creative enough :( but i tried adding a few thing)

I hope we can be friends! Just know we're not gonna talk a lot because I'm pretty dry :( but I'll always support you <3 (also im not the brightest person, legit)

[pochilovesloki]

I posted 953 times in 2021

83 posts created (9%)

870 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 10.5 posts.

I added 1524 tags in 2021

#my husband loki - 364 posts

#loki - 291 posts

#reblog - 269 posts

#loki laufeyson - 183 posts

#incorrect marvel quotes - 87 posts

#incorrect loki quotes - 77 posts

#tony stark - 74 posts

#frostiron - 62 posts

#my stuff - 62 posts

#iron man - 55 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#but that doesn't mean they're good parents! frigga could be the only one who truly loved loki but at the same time she manipulated him

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Loki: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

177 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 06:36:21 GMT

#4

If u can't afford/buy Disney+ (like me) or have Netflix and don't want to buy the next streaming platform i know a website where u can watch Loki, Wandavision, Falcon and Winter Soldier and many more for ya know. I'm just gonna put it here

It's a pretty good website, good quality and it has en subs (dub only in en) if anyone needs those!

I'm posing Loki series stuff now too!

Spoilers tags: #loki series, #loki spoilers, (<- more frequently used) #loki tv show, #loki tv series, #loki series spoilers, #loki tv show

188 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 21:48:40 GMT

#3

Steve, knocking on the front door of an apartment: Loki, we know you're there! Open the door!

Loki, knowing that avengers will come for him, yelling back: Door is open, just come in.

Loki: Make yourself at home. I finished making dinner just in time.

The Avengers: You what?

Loki: Well, I knew you were going to come today, so I made dinner for you. I would be very bad host, if I wasn't prepared.

The Avengers:

Tony: Despite all, he's right and it smells really good. Is that pork neck?

189 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 01:04:12 GMT

#2

Tony: ... What are you doing?

Loki, with ducklings following him: They finally accepted me as their leader.

303 notes • Posted 2021-01-27 21:24:30 GMT

#1

ATTENTION WATTPAD USERS AND NON-WATTPAD USERS!!

teenfic.net IS STEALING BOOKS FROM WATTPAD!!

This is really serious case! Website called teenfic.net is actively pirating every book from wattpad probably including yours.

The worst thing about this is that everyone can just copy your hard work and claimed it us theirs. Go and try yourself. Just ctrl C, ctrl V random fic, book there (which you can't do on wattpad). You can also find yourself, by tipping your nickname (i did that and all my published books are there).

Those books are mine and all of them have copyright policy on!

What they're doing is ILLEGAL!! And you can help to stop it!

This is a petition to shut down this website. It's completely free and will help a lot of creators, our whole country here! So don't wait and sign this petition to stop piracy!

Pls inform others and share awareness among other users and outside wattpad if you can!

776 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 15:05:22 GMT

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