#but I want this to be good. I want to show them what friendship is really about

[wxwrites]

she wants me

(sevika x fem!reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns for reader, praise, fingering, cunnilingus, softdom!sevika, sub!reader, bottom!reader, exhibitionism? not beta/proof read!) men, minors dni

your painfully annoying ex-boyfriend shows up to cause problems. sevika shows him exactly what he lost.

Your ex was persistent. Like… persistent– to the point of it being utterly overbearing. Your shabby apartment was no longer a safe place to stay at, as he would randomly show up at any and all odd hours he could find. Thus, one of your closest friends, Sevika, has offered you temporary relief in her own home.

Your friendship began almost three years ago when you began serving at The Last Drop, her attention was immediately drawn to how disgustingly nice you were. While she brushed off your kind words and attempts at friendship initially, she grew fond of you over time.

Presently, It’s been almost two months since you and your ex-boyfriend broke up. The man was absolutely obsessed with you. He was a manipulative, ugly, greedy little sump-rat who refused to leave you alone. While Sevika had no issues with putting him into the ground for his constant awful behavior, you and your tender heart continued to tell her off. 

In an attempt to pull you out of your own festering anxieties, Sevika drags you out to The Last Drop, trying to brighten your mood from the traumatic relationship. 

Now, you’re sitting next to her as she deals out the stack of playing cards to the men at the circular table. You’re dressed in some torn tights, small shorts, a cropped vest with a tattered t-shirt beneath it, accompanied by chunky boots. One leg is crossed over the other as you silently nurse your drink, peeking over at Sevika’s cards. You had never been someone who enjoys cards much, and playing against Sevika would’ve been a losing game anyway. 

There are never really any good nights in Zaun, there’s always the underlying anxiety of ‘maybe today is the day we all get raided and killed.’ So, tonight is going just about as well as it could, realistically. Sevika is winning (as per usual) and you feel slightly at peace, grateful for the fact that she had drawn you out of your blanket-filled cocoon inside of her house. 

Another deck is shuffled out, more shots are thrown back, and you finally feel a little less tense. Not drunk– it was never something you particularly enjoyed, but it was enough for you to drop your shoulders from your ears and slump back against the booth. 

“My little good luck charm, hm?” She mumbles, smirking at you as she rifles through the coins that were begrudgingly slid over to her. You roll your eyes playfully in retaliation, smiling softly and finishing off the last little bit of your drink.

She leans down to press her full lips to your neck, grinning as you gasp. She keeps her strong arm around you as she places a few more chaste kisses, finalizing her ministrations with a sharp nip to the edge of your jaw. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

You move your eyes from her, to the table, and then to the crowd, absorbing the scene of Zaun’s nightlife growing. In the group of bodies dancing and bustling you spot the very last thing you wanted to see: Your ex-boyfriend. Staring directly at you. 

“Sev,” you gasp quietly, which immediately snatches her attention. She looks at you first, then follows your gaze over to the crowd– immediately landing on him. Her face twists into a deep snarl as she catches his gaze.

She slams her cards down and abruptly stands up, “Everyone, out!” she growls. In return, several patrons immediately scurry out, and the rest sit in fear. “I said go, now!” she adds, which eventually forces the rest of them out. 

Quick minutes pass by and you’re left stuck in the bar with Sevika and your ex. “Sevika, can we please just leave,” you huff out, standing up next to her. 

“Sit your ass back down,” she hisses, pushing your shoulder gently. Rather than arguing with her as you normally would, you concede this time. You huff out annoyedly before plopping back down, knocking your boot against the base of the table.

She steps over you, placing a large hand on the back of your head as she does so— a fleeting, comforting touch. “Sev, seriously,” you repeat irritably, reaching for the tail of her cloak. She swats your hand away before silently moving forward, slowly treading towards the man in the center of the room. 

“What do you want?” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest as she stops in front of him. She stands over him, forcing him to crane his head up if he wants a half decent look at her.

Puffing his chest out, he responds with a short, “I just wanna talk to her,” and nods towards you. Irritation flares in your chest at his words and Sevika scoffs bitterly. “She doesn’t wanna talk. You dense?” she mocks back, sending you a brief glance.

“I think we should just go,” you say, attempting to dismiss the situation before it gets out of hand. She raises a hand at you, a silent gesture to stop talking before you make her mood even worse. 

You quickly snap your jaw shut, huffing in defeat as she reverts her attention back to the fuming man less than fifteen from you. The very same man who nearly ruined your life for two, excruciatingly long years. You clench your jaw and train your gaze on the seemingly very interesting scotch glass in front of you.

You drum your nails against the table anxiously, overhearing a “fuck you, she’s a stupid sleazy whore anyway,” from the skrunkly-faced man. This causes her to seethe, and you barely register the movement before her metal claws are wrapped tightly around his throat.

“She’s a what?” She questions nastily, pulling him in. “She’s nothing but a piece of ass,” he tacks on, attempting to keep up the tough bravado he is rapidly losing. As her grip tightens, he attempts to stammer out an apology but all she does is shake her head and pout mockingly at him.

The words settle harshly in your chest, causing you to shift in the booth uncomfortably. 

She flings his body to the ground, stepping on his back to keep his body pressed into hard flooring. She crouches down unevenly and leans in next to his ear, “you’re better off keeping your mouth shut for the rest of the night.” She hisses, lifting her foot off of him.

And the poor, unbelievably stupid man opens his mouth again. “I’m surprised you still keep her around. She’s grown boring— dry.” He spits out venomously.

You snap your head over towards them, feeling the shame morph into a different form of anger. You watch Sevika narrow her eyes at him before she scoffs bitterly and raises her foot up again. This time, her foot meets his jaw, and you hear a crack, and the yelp he lets out.

She straightens herself back up and rolls out her neck and shoulders, smirking down at his tattered form. She turns back towards your startled and half-ass trembling form, and her face softens into something more tender. 

The man attempts to push himself back up, but she quickly turns around and swipes his hands from beneath him, causing him to crash back into the ground.

“Stay the fuck down.” She says, punctuating her sentence with another jab to his ribs. He shakes beneath her cruel eyes, giving her a sheepish nod.

You really shouldn’t feel the familiar heat pool between your legs while you watch her, but it’s so hard when she just looks so fucking good. All big muscles, broad shoulders, scarred and tanned skin. She’s like a walking goddess— one you would dutifully worship if given the chance to.

She walks back towards you and reaches over to grab the still half-full glass of hers on the table. She knocks it back quickly and clears her throat after, finally looking back down at you.

“You okay, baby?” She inquires sweetly, tilting your chin up with the side of her index finger. 

You nod in response, still shocked into silence as you watched the scene unfold.

“You don’t believe him, do you?” She asks you, stroking her thumb over the bridge of your nose, and then over your cheekbone. You look away shamefully, knowing that you shouldn’t, but you can’t help the guilty pit that forms in your stomach.

“Oh, pretty girl— you truly don’t see how wrong he is?” She asks, giving you a sympathetic look.

“No, I— it’s not that,” you attempt to stammer out, but it’s hard when she’s looking down at you, almost predatorily. 

She picks up on your growing arousal— the flushed skin and barely dampened hairline. “Would you stand up for me, sweet thing?” She requests, tugging on the collar of your shirt gently. 

You nod immediately and stand up at her request, wrapping your fingers around her fleshed forearm. She guides you out of the seat of the booth and stops you in front of her.

You can see him writhing in pain, occasionally groaning, but he is far too scared to attempt to actually get up. 

“You know, I do remember the little imbecile calling you boring and dry. But something is telling me that his claim is very wrong.” She states, dragging her thumb over your bottom lip as she licks over her own.

“I think that the sump-rat just doesn’t know how to take care of a girl properly,” she says, staring him down as she slides her fleshy hand from your jaw, down to the collar of your shirt again.

“It's such a shame too, y’know? He had such a beautiful little thing to cherish, touch… all of it. Couldn’t even manage to do that, huh?” She coos, trailing her metal claws up the back of your thigh, feeling it snag against your tights. 

You gasp as she purposefully drags her hand up, effectively tearing them. “Sevika—” you stutter, but you’re quickly cut off as her thick lips press against yours. 

“Mmpf—” you moan, eyes widening in shock. Once you adjust to the feeling, you close your eyes and  grip onto her biceps firmly, rolling your hips into hers.

She nips roughly at your bottom lip, skating her hand up to grab a handful of your ass as she walks the both of you backwards. You make a confused noise but follow her regardless, making sweet little noises against her hot mouth. 

You whimper as she turns you over and presses your chest onto the hardwood table, giving him a perfect view of both of you.

“What—” you make a confused sound, but the question is answered when her hands begin to work on the buckle of your studded belt. She leans forward and you feel as her breasts press into your back, “This okay?” She asks, stilling her hands on your hips as she waits for a response.

You nod eagerly, bracing yourself up on your forearms. “Yeah, I’m good,” you reply, taking a second to catch your breath. 

“Yeah, you feelin’ good?” she teases, pressing her lips to your neck roughly. She suckles harshly on your skin before nipping at it, sliding one of her hands beneath the waistband of your shorts. 

She teases her fingers over your clit teasingly, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves. Your mouth drops open as you moan, grateful as you’re finally able to get some relief.

“Yeah, that’s it. Make those pretty little sounds for me,” she demands from over your shoulder, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck. The action forces you to cry out and grind yourself against her hand. 

Your attention is caught by your ex-boyfriend, still battered and bruised on the ground. He growls and spits out a protest as he watches the debauchery play out.

“Did he ever make you feel like this?” She asks, pulling her hand away from your clit so that she can shove your shorts down to your mid-thigh. 

“Answer me, baby,” she says lowly, giving you a light spank to your ass. “No, no, he didn’t,” you stammer out, gasping as you feel her metal claws dig into the meat of your ass.

“That’s right, isn’t it? But here you are, all soaked through your tights and panties.” She murmurs, moving both hands to the center of the sheen fabric. 

“I really hope you don’t like these,” she comments. And before you can protest— she tears the fabric apart, causing you to gasp and shiver simultaneously. 

Her fingers hook into the side of your panties as she yanks those down as well, rolling all of the fabric to your thighs. “Well aren’t you pretty,” she says, sliding her fingers through your folds again. You flush in embarrassment as she practically devours you with her eyes. 

“Oh, fuck— Sevika,” you whimper, clawing at the edge of the table. “This all for me?” She asks smugly, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive bud again. 

“Mhm– ahh,” you moan loudly, trying to gain more friction against her hand.

She slides a thick finger into you, grinning wolfishly as you release a wanton whine. She curls her fingers, slowly pushing them in and out of you. Her fingertips brush against the overly-sensitive and gummy walls inside of you. You nearly choke on your own voice as it feels like a live-wire is shooting through you.

“You had all of this ass and a sweet pussy to play with. But you wanted to act like a selfish, bigoted little rat and lose it all, didn’t you?” She mocks him, narrowing her eyes at him as her fingers work inside of you. 

It’s painful for him, honestly. To watch one of the most beautiful women to ever grace Zaun’s presence get laid out by her best friend over a table. It’s humiliating for him, but exhilarating for the both of you.

"Isn't she pretty?" She asks, gently raking her claws through your hair.

"Tell her she's pretty." She commands, sneering at him as he stutters.

"Yes, she's— she's pretty," he stutters, averting his gaze back to the floor.

You finally get your revenge, and she finally gets to do the things she has spent the past few years dreaming about. 

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, c’mon, doll," she mumbles, sliding a second finger into you. Her mechanical hand presses into your lower back as she presses her fingers into you faster– harder. 

You moan and writhe against the table, doing exactly as she says. The wet sounds coming from between your soft thighs are unfamiliar, something you have so rarely experienced. (Much less from anyone else.)

“F-Fuck, fuck, Sevika,” you cry out, throwing your ass back against her large hand. She licks over her bottom lip as she watches you hungrily. She kicks your legs apart, pushing her fingers further inside of you. 

“She ever sound like this for you?” She sneers at him, chuckling darkly at the scowl that etches onto his face.

She pulls her fingers out of you and murmurs soft apologies at your incessant whining. “One second, sweet girl,” she says, slowly lowering herself onto her knees. 

She kisses along your ass cheeks and the backs of your thighs on her way down, wrapping her hands around the fronts of your thighs. She pulls you back onto her warm, eager mouth and moans once she gets her tongue on you. 

She laps at you feverishly, digging her nails into your thighs as she holds you against her firmly. With your back arched and cheeked smushed against the table, you become the spitting image of arousal and lust.

She wraps her thick lips around your clit and sucks harshly, determined to bring you over the edge with her mouth. 

Her moans vibrate against you and heighten the already intense pleasure. “Mmf— I’m gonna, ha,” you gasp. You feel her nod against you, a silent encouragement. 

You nearly scream out in pleasure as your vision blanks out and a white heat surges from between your legs, and up your body. Quiet sobs wrack through you as the orgasm washes over you, wave after wave, and your thighs begin to tremble. 

You reach back with a weak hand to push her away from you, continuing to suck in shaky breaths.

“‘Vika, please,” you beg, and she finally lets up. She presses a final sloppy kiss to your pussy and then back up your thighs.

She wraps an arm around your front and hauls you back, holding you against her. With you almost all the way up, she tilts your head towards her with her tanned hand and presses a wet kiss to your mouth. 

Her metal arm holds you up as she gently pries your mouth open with her tongue, shoving your slick into your mouth. You moan at the taste and the feeling, reaching back to tangle your fingers through her hair. 

She pulls away and looks back at him, “I hope you learned something from this. Now get the fuck out,” she snaps meanly, keeping your face in place. 

The trembling man scrambles up and ushers out of the bar, leaving the two of you in a long-awaited peace.

“You feeling alright?” she asks, gently thumbing over one of your nipples. You nod tiredly, “yeah, ‘m okay,” you mumble, biting your bottom lip softly. 

“Good, because you’re not sleeping tonight,” she replies, pressing another firm kiss to your lips.

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Joker's kid! Reader and their hair adventures

Route: recovered dove

Masterlist | previous part | next part (coming soon)

Author's note: I finally did it! All the requests about Joker's kid and their hair journey are here! Hope I`ve done good enough ;3 This week was valentines Day. I know I'm late for it, bu I hope it went well for you ^-^

Warnings: Grammar (as usual), psychological trauma, triggers

Adjusting to the manor, getting alone with family, building friendship with Chlory, and attending therapy : all of those things improved your mental health greatly. On one of your session your therapist brought up the idea that you should find a healthy way to express yourself, as any kid should try at least, that you can experiment and showing your personality through your appearance, and to find your own style and after soke thought you decided to give it a shot.

You could try to wear colorful clothes, but you liked dark color scheme that you've seen your family (except Dick) preferred to wear and which you also picked up , besides every time you see purple and green clothes you feel uncomfortable. As for the style of clothes, you liked them relaxed comfortable and soft, so your style,.if you could say so, was exactly that, relaxed. The thought of body modifications went straight out of a window, you had enough of experiments on your body and enough experience with syringes your body for now. Makeup was..  to hard, you were still adjusting holding crayons, what to say about brushed. Besides, makeup had so many things and rules, styles that you didn't really catch up with. And so you decided that you should try to dye your hair. You knew you would NEVER dye your hair green! You don't want to have anything connected to the nightmare of your life anymore. But you remember your mom had tips of her hair colored, one of which was pink.

So you did some research on how to dye hair, types of dyes, techniques, and all the things. Although you had some vague memories of how your biological father dyed your hair, you can remember how the process was painful, you remember your mom told you that when she dyed her hair it, didn't hurt. A few times, she was able to dye your hair instead of Joker. She did so without hurt. Maybe this memory also made you more inclined to dye your hair. Maybe this way, you would still have some connection to her. Back to your new perception of hair dye, it wasn't that hard since you caught up on chemical reaction in the root of the process quickly. After reading about different types of hair dyes and different ingredients in them, you found one that was a good choice for you. The problem was how to get them.

Although you already brought up the idea of dyeing your hair to Alfred, you did not introduce your dad to the idea, and you had no idea how Bruce would react. And although Alfred was supportive of your idea (he was happy to know you found a courage to express yoursekf and joked that he would be happy too see something bright and not dangerous at the same time in the manor) you were not sure of Bruce.

You told him about you wanting to try dye your hair on the way to your therapy session. Although he knew you had a decision about it with therapy, he was still surprised to hear it. He gently asked you for your reasoning, and to your surprise on the way back, he took you to buy few hair dyes that was good quality and safe (he did all necessaryr esearch while waiting you) and haircare products which was good quality and suited for dyed hair. After Alfred helped you cut your hair in style you wanted, you began the process of hair coloring. You diligently followed instructions, coloring your strands in the right order, trying not to mess anything up. After you washed excessive dye and dryed your hair, you got your result. Your hair was pink, but not as bright as you thought (you knew about hair bleach, but you decided not to risk it), but you loved it. It was a cute color and a bit peachy.

Chlory, who was first to see you, couldn't contain her amazement repeating cute and loud "I am Chlory" over and over. The second who saw you, was Damian, who heard how loud  Chlory and instantly went to check on you, hoping  that you are okay (thought he would never admit it), and when he entered your room he was startled. He remembers you having your natural color of hair, one which he was used to, so seeing you with new hair color was .... surprising. He had to stare at you for a few seconds until you turned to look at him questionably

- Are you trying to make a statement? - he asked, a sharper than intended

- uh - you hesitated - no? Why?

- your hair ... it's different.. interesting. - he said, staring a few more seconds and walking away, leaving you confused.

Your family learned about your adventure soon enough, and all of them were accepting. While Jason was more surprised (silently praying it wasn't connected to the rebel phase (he had one so bad, and he was concerned for yours would be worse)). Dick was happy to know you started expressing yourself. He showered you with praises, saying how adorable you were, and you really were since you seemed more happy now and helped you do various hairstyles. For him, your cuteness went higher up, and his awe with you went to new levels. He also was happy to discuss with you what hair color you should try next. As for Tim, he was the one who notced that now you opened your obsession, connected to having all color's of hair dyes possible (except green), and he kinda enables it, showing you new tones and limited collections, leading to your bathroom becoming filled with dyes. You seem happy, so he is happy for you.

As your pink hair began to fade, you decided to go with the next color your mom had in her hair - blue. And, at first, it seemed fine. Sure, color turned out to be more turquoise than on the label, but it was fine. What you didn't expect is for color of your hair to wash out so quickly and suddenly. At first, you thought nothing of it. But one evening after the shower, when you saw yourself in the mirror, you saw green in your hair. It suddenly was hard and painful to breathe. Your heart hurt your ribs. The bathroom seemed to get smaller. You couldn't tear your eyes away. You swear you heard him. You couldn't move. You couldn't run or hide.

You skipping dinner made family worried. And they all decided to check on you to find you sobbing hard, breaking down. Jason and Tim were the first ones to get what was wrong and what triggered you... green in your hair. While Bruce and Dick helped you calm down, they exchanged a quick conversation, which led you to the moment: once you calmed  down they acted instantly, knowing you don't need trigger (and they too), so here you were, sitting on the floor of Tim's bathroom with him next to you, and Jason on the edge of the bath . Tim is showing you blue hair dye, which fades to purple while instantly sending Dick to buy it, and Jason prepares your hair for the next coloring. You three spend the entire evening together (as a squad of kids who were danaged by Joker) working on your hair and leading it back to blue, and also talking lots. After that, and other's returning from patrol an emergency movie night was arranged starring yout favorite documentary, and while Bruce fall asleep holding you, few others went soon, leaving you and Damian to have a good and long discussion about film.

Your hair journey went on, featuring all the colors (even black for the connection with bats), different haircuts, hair dyeing done by all family, and more happy memories. You took the roud and you've certainly liked it

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think about my work! Hope you have a good day 💖

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Author's note 2 : it was only my first week back in studying field, but I alredy have so much work, I'm alredy tired, and I managed to get sick... I hope to post every week or every two weeks. Life is chaotic, but i will try my best to deal with it. And here i want to thank you all for your support, it means a lot to me 💖

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HII wondering if you could do Matthew hallard as readers best friend when they were both in the orphanage?1?1?1 you could add anything else 😼 im not forcing ANYWAY HAVE A GOOD DAYAYAY

I literally SCREAMED I’m so excited to do a ppt request because chapter 4 was amazing, and because of my ppt brainrot I’ll do Kevin/Jack as well! AND I HOPE UR DAY IS JUST AS AMAZING AS THIS REQUEST🧡❤️💛

Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack(before/after Doey)

Matthew Hallard:

Probably the nicest teenager anyone’s ever met tbh.

Whether you’re younger than him or around the same age as him he’ll treat you like his little sibling. There’s no stopping it.

Always puts your needs above his and he won’t compromise that at all.

Oh you’re thirsty? He suddenly has an apple juice box in his hand! Hungry? Well now he suddenly has a bag of chips in his backpack!

(They were supposed to be for him but shh)

Makes sure all your homework’s done, if not then he’ll scold you for it.

But then he’ll feel bad and help you do it.

If you were around his age you'd probably know about his parent’s accidents he couldn’t prevent.

If you were younger he’d save that topic for when you were older, if only he had time left.

He’d be worried sick when you were taken away because you were “sick”.

Once you came back you seemed hazy, it made him nervous so he held your hand just to let you know that he was there, until you were officially “adopted.”

Later he really found out through his own “sickness” what “adoption” meant.

He hates what the scientists did to you, did to him. It gives him a reason to keep going as Doey.

Kevin Barnes:

How??

Like actually how.

Kevin doesn’t know why he considers you his friend ngl.

The scientists were definitely interested in how you and Kevin got along without you running away from him.

They couldn’t care less about the friendship part but they want to know how it started.

It was easy actually, he randomly tackled you to the ground even though you’ve both never talked before.

You didn’t cry, or scream, instead you reacted like it was a game. Which it was, kind of.

Kevin won in the end because of his physical ability but you thought it was really fun!

So now every time he gets bored he tries to find you and tackle you again.

Other than that he cares for you in his own way.

Like when the scientist took you away because of your sickness?

He wouldn’t let go of your arm no matter how hard the scientists tried to pull.

And the more they did that the more times he’d yell at them that you were fine and didn’t need them.

But they got you when he was sleeping, and when he woke up a new toy appeared in the Playtime Facility.

He never saw you again, even after he was “adopted.”

Jack Ayers:

While he wasn’t an orphan he did go on a visit to the Playtime Factory.

He met you through there, he was really excited to make a new friend.

He asked you so many questions about the orphanage and the facility.

In exchange you got to ask him about his home life and how the outside was.

“You haven’t been outside?”

“This area is considered the outside silly!”

“Really..?”

He felt bad for you and suggested that his parents adopted you!

(they said no)

Instead you just took him to see “Home Sweet Home” and showed him your room.

Then Jacks trip to facility was over and he had to leave, but before that his family was watch the process of making Doey.

Jack leaned over the railings to have a closer look but fell into one of vat machines that were making dough.

But the last glimpse of his consciousness he saw a what looked to be a kid with h/c walking with a scientist to one of the offices.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 7!

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take two falls out of three | doitgently/@doitbuckley | 16.3k | M

Eddie tries to go to Texas. What do you get when you cross a man and an eighteen-wheeler truck? such a fantastic look at chris and eddie's relationship <3 beautiful writing!!

the moon like a spotlight | dykeries/@buddiesbian | 4.7k | E

Three months after Eddie moves to El Paso, Buck comes to visit. this is sappy and soft and also funny (the starnaming!!) and just so very perfect <3

the rainbows we chase | timeshareindestin/@timeshareindestin | 5.8k | M

buck accidentally makes an appointment for their first kiss. the proposals!! i love the proposals!! love is stored in the calendar indeed <3 so so good!

too far from the sun | idiotsinkdaisies/@idiotsinkdaisies | 9k | M

Where Eddie Diaz spends time in El Paso, and handles it fine. Buck is back in Los Angeles, and Eddie does not feel the hundreds of miles between them like a physical ache. (He might be lying to himself.) blanket rec for an author whose work i've been LOVING this week!! this one has the most stunning writting and eddie characterisation and i love it so much <3

u/fuckley's reddit post history. | dylaesthetics | 7.9k | M

the emotional rollercoaster of Buck’s Reddit posts throughout the history of knowing Eddie. this is such a brilliantly formatted fic!! i read this on a cold dark bus back home and it was exactly what i needed <3

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“Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of *Jesus Christ*. another blanket rec for an author who's been posting some truly brilliant works <3 this one is soft and fun and has such lovely firefam interactions!!

with a little water and a little bit of sunlight | teaspoonmoon/@young-waverer | 4.7k | T

The one where it's not Homes.com but it's also not porn on the iPad. such a lovely alternate ipad-scene <3 so sweet!! i love the dialogue here especially!

[sweatersexual]

I think you do make some fair points, and they're much better thought out than most of the criticism directed at Lirin, so I really appreciate that.

I think the main issue here is that the flashbacks in twok were very much from Kaladin's point of view, so any developments between Lirin and Tien, or the other family members and the rest of Hearthstone, happened entirely offscreen.

We don't see the decade plus of rapport Lirin built with the people of Hearthstone before Roshone showed up. Yes, there was uncertainty from the townsfolk regarding his science-based care model, and being the only second nahns in the town did create some social rifts between them, but I don't think Lirin and Hesina would have settled there in the first place if they didn't form any deep connections or friendships with their neighbors. Lirin admits as much to Kaladin. We know that even when Roshone is driving that wedge between them and the rest of the town, they are receiving support from their community that Kaladin doesn't see.

I think that points to Lirin and Hesina not wanting to cut off well-established ties just because they were hitting a rough patch. You're right, they wouldn't have been bad people for leaving, but also, idk, to me a lot of the arguments contending that Lirin should have left Hearthstone sound a bit like redditors proclaiming that someone should definitively end their 10 year marriage based on what they know from one AITA post. There's context we're missing here, but what we do see is telling. When Kaladin floats the idea of the whole family moving to Kharbranth, Tien's first reaction is "but I like it here." That doesn't sound like a kid who's completely socially isolated.

I think you do make a good point that there was probably some disregard to how the tension was affecting Kaladin’s mental health. Like yes, some of the people who threatened Lirin ended up giving them food later, but Lirin didn't think to demand an apology from them to Kaladin, the child who witnessed that violence? Would that have helped? I don't know, again, we're missing a lot of context here.

But when Kaladin returns to Hearthstone, Oroden is being looked after by the neighbor girls. Lirin and Roshone have buried the hatchet as far as they are able to, that's part of why Lirin is embarrassed when Kaladin punches Roshone in the face. A year after that, Lirin and Hesina are coordinating the smuggling of refugees out of Herdaz, with the help of everyone in town. We have six years of development between Lirin and Hesina and their neighbors, which takes place pretty much entirely offscreen.

And you're also right that we can't assume a relationship was good when we don't see evidence for it in the text. We don't know what kind of care Lirin may have taken to find an apprenticeship Tien would've been suited for. We do see that Tien has some aptitude for woodcarving, but there is a personality mismatch between him and his master. Is it because Lirin didn't try harder to find a better fit for Tien? I don't necessarily think you're wrong to assume that, but I think there's scant evidence the text gives us to support any kind of conclusion on that front.

I don't think it's fair to say Lirin writes Tien off when he's conscripted, though. Lirin immediately argues against it when Tien's name is called. Amaram has to physically hold Lirin back from stepping up to Roshone. Lirin only relents when it's promised Tien won't be in a combat position, because there's nothing else he can do. He cries for BOTH his sons. That is not a man who is writing anyone off. Yes, he doesn't see how comforting it is to Tien when Kaladin volunteers to go, but I don't think he's a bad father for being angry and hurt that his sons are both risking their lives, when one of them has a choice in the matter. I just don't.

If you give lirin shit for staying in hearthstone you're wrong. It is made VERY clear in the text that while his family was under financial strain under Roshone, they were NOT starving. They weren't eating GREAT food but they were eating. They didn't go without any major necessities. And they could afford medical supplies on top of it. Also it's wild that people assume they could afford to move if they couldn't afford to eat. And Lirin says they could afford to move

Not going to downplay that financial stress is bad for a kid's home life but at the same time, you can tell that Lirin and Hesina were shielding Kaladin and Tien from most of it, which is what good parents do when they've fallen on hard times

And yeah, it would be a dick move to deprive an entire town of their ONLY medical professionals just because of a grudge. Do the lirin haters know what community building is and that you're not going to always get along with the people you're in community with. At the end of the day they were practicing mutual aid and I hope the lirin haters remember that the next time they call him a liberal centrist or whatever

[ladykailitha]

Yellow Daisies Part 2

Yay! I finished another part of this story!!

This time we have apologies and graduation. Graduation is a little different because I couldn't think of a person he would want to give a person flowers for their graduation that would be his year or before as he wasn't friends with the old crowd by the time they all graduated.

But it still fits.

Part 1

~

3- Apologies: Red Roses- True Love and Purple Hyacinth- Please Forgive Me

After school when Steve hadn’t seen Nancy at lunch, he knew that he had fucked up and proper. So with a heavy sigh, he made his way to the florist.

“Hi!” he greeted Lottie Shepherd, who ran the place. “How you’ve been?”

Lottie snorted. “Between you and your father, I’m able to keep myself in business, but real good.” She winked at him.

“Aww...” Steve said with a big grin. “At least my purchases aren’t for sleeping with the wrong woman again. Flowers to lady to buy her silence and flowers to my mom so he stays out of trouble. Sadly, today I also have to buy apology flowers.”

Lottie clicked her tongue at him. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

Steve didn’t want to tell her about Nancy getting drunk off her ass and being absolutely dreadful so he said instead, “Me and Nance fought last night and because I was still mad, I didn’t pick her from school this morning because I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. So she was late.” He grimaced.

“Ah,” she said a little more understanding. “Well, I’ll fix you right up.” She picked up a half of a dozen red roses and wrapped them in white tissue paper.

“Only half a dozen?” he asked as he paid her for them.

“You don’t need a lot to say I’m sorry,” Lottie said gently. “If she’s still upset after receiving those,” she nodded to the roses in his hand, “then come back and see me. But I don’t think you’ll need to.”

Steve trusted her so he nodded and drove over to the Wheelers’ house. He practiced his speech all the way there. He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for. It wasn’t his fault she drank so much she didn’t remember their fight. In fact, he tried to stop it.

Then she doubled down this morning and then she hadn’t showed up at lunch...suddenly, he was apologizing.

Not that it mattered. Nancy would never get the flowers because the Upside Down reared its head in the form of monster which ate Dustin’s cat. Days later Lottie would prove right. Steve hadn’t needed more flowers for Nancy, because she chose Jonathan over him.

~

Steve pinched the bridge of nose. His friendship with Eddie was still new. They were going to be times where they butted heads, especially if the kids were involved. Steve just had blind spot when it came to their safety. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust anyone else, he just needed to be sure they got there safely.

Especially after hearing about the trials the Cali crew went through to get to Hawkins.

Eddie had just wanted to take the boys to Bloomington for a sci-fi and fantasy convention. Eddie would be driving, paying for their tickets and hotel, and being their chaperon. Which everyone was on board with.

Everyone but Steve.

Steve was absolutely against it. No. Nope. No way in hell.

So Eddie and Steve fought about it.

Hard.

The fight ended when Eddie screamed that Steve didn’t trust him and stormed off.

He looked over at Robin had been forced to bear witness to the biggest fight since Vecna. “I’m going to have to apologize, aren’t I?”

She nodded with wide eyes. “Oh yeah.”

“Fuck.”

~

Eddie glared at the front door. He knew full well who was on the other side and he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk to him yet.

He knocked again.

Eddie closed his eyes and hauled himself to his feet. He pulled open the door so fast, Steve jumped.

“You here to yell at me again?”

Steve stared at him in wide-eye shock. He held up the flowers in his hands. “No, I–I’m here to apologize.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the pretty purple flowers in his hands and then back up to Steve, who was looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.

He sighed and motioned for him to come in. Steve came in just far enough to allow Eddie to close the door behind him.

Eddie couldn’t remember a time Steve looked this nervous. Not when asking a girl out, not when playing a basketball game or swimming at a meet. So Eddie liked watching the king all wet. Whether it was sweat or water, the dude was hot.

He cocked his head expectantly.

Steve shoved the flowers into his hands. “They’re purple hyacinths. They mean please forgive me.”

Eddie looked down at the flowers again. “Thanks.”

“I’m going to grovel, I promise,” Steve said, his voice quivering. “But can you hear me out first?”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. This was such out of his wheelhouse that he didn’t even know what to do.

Not only had he never gotten flowers before, but he also had never had someone so earnestly apologize for something they did. Like sure Wayne and his friends over the years would say sorry, but this? This was whole different beast.

“Um...” he muttered. “Yeah I guess. Just, uh... let me find something to put these in first.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie figured that his best bet was a plastic pitcher they would sometimes make Kool-aid in. He located it quickly and filled it with water, placing the flowers in it.

He flopped down on the sofa. “All right big boy, explain.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered shut and when he opened them again, Eddie was surprised to see them glimmer with unshed tears.

Holy shit.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Steve began, pained. “It’s the Upside Down I don’t trust.”

Well. That absolutely was not the direction he thought this conversation was going to go. Like at all.

“They said it’s closed,” Eddie said slowly. “It’s not something you should still be thinking about.”

“Do you know how many times they’ve told us that?” Steve snapped.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and Steve’s hand flew up to his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Steve begged. “I shouldn’t have snapped. But every time they tell us it’s over, eight to twelve months later something new crops up.”

Okay. That was something Eddie vaguely knew, considering the rest of them had been fighting monsters since ‘83 and it being ‘87, yeah he could see why Steve thought that way.

“And you’re worried they’re going to get hurt if they’re out of your sight?”

Steve shook his head so violently Eddie thought it was going to fly right off.

“I’m worried they’re going to come back after something has happened,” Steve murmured, “and feel so guilty about leaving.”

Holy fucking shit.

“That’s baggage you shouldn’t have to carry, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell Mike doesn’t feel that every day,” Steve pleaded. “Or El. Or hell, even Jonathan.”

Oh God. Yeah. Okay, this was starting to make too much sense now.

“You know I can’t.”

“When Joyce left and Hopper was presumed dead,” Steve continued, a tear finally slipping out over to fall down his cheek, “I was the oldest. It was my job to keep people safe. And I fucking failed.”

Suddenly Eddie was on his feet and striding over to him. Steve was still by the door as if he getting ready to turn tail and run. Like Eddie was going to hurt him.

Eddie pulled him into a hug. “You didn’t fail, Stevie. Max and I are still here. Yeah, we got hurt, but thanks to you we made it. Especially me.” He pulled back just far enough to look Steve in the eyes. “I’m alive thanks to you.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then another, and suddenly tears were streaming down his face. He gripped the back of Eddie’s shirt and held on as his sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Eddie just held him close. Then when the tears slackened and Steve was ready to let go, he stepped back.

“Come on, let’s get you some water.”

Steve followed him to the kitchen sink. “I’m just not used to having someone my age in this shit. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, the kids they’re all younger than me and I just–I just can’t...”

“You can’t see them as equals because the last time shit went down,” Eddie said handing him a glass of water, “they were still all under eighteen and you the only adult. But I am older than you. Maybe not as experienced fighting demon monsters from literal hell, but I’m here for you, okay?”

Steve nodded and took a sip of his water. “Okay.”

“So we’re going to solve this two ways, sweetheart,” Eddie said leaning against the counter. “You’re going to come with us. I was going to get a room to myself, but I’m willing to bunk with you. That’s the first way. The second way is making sure that there is someone in town with one of Dustin’s super Walkie-Talkies and have them check twice a day with you so you can make sure everything is safe as houses.”

Steve looked up at Eddie in awe. “You’d do that for me?”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said softly. “Because, sweetheart, I thought you didn’t trust me to take care of your kids. But now I see that you just really need to be included in someway for your own piece of mind, and I can do that.”

Steve blinked at him for a moment and then gave him huge hug. “Thank you.”

4. Graduation: Pansy and Laurel- Thoughtfulness and Glory and Honor

With so many of his friends graduating, Steve made Lottie’s day with the sheer amount of bouquets he bought from her. All with pansies and laurels. Different colors of pansies for different people of course, but they were all beautifully wrapped as always.

Pink for Nancy, orange for Jonathan, yellow and red for Robin, and of course red ones for Eddie.

When Dustin saw how many he had, he raised an eyebrow.

“Dude!” he cried, trotting over to him. “I didn’t think you knew that many people in this graduating class.”

Steve frowned. “Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Eddie. That’s four.”

“You’re giving the guys flowers too?” Lucas asked, coming from behind Dustin. He had been close enough to overhear them.

“Yep!” Steve said, popping the P and licking his lips. “Guys deserve flowers when they achieve things too. It shouldn’t just be girls who get flowers.”

“That’s sweet,” El said, cocking her head to the side. She had come up with Max when they saw the huge amount of flowers Steve had.

Soon Steve was surrounded by all the kids peppering him with questions about the flowers and why he was giving them to Eddie and Jonathan too.

He just repeated himself on the last but brightened on the first. “There is like this whole language of flowers. And it’s not just good stuff like love and shit. But like you can absolutely send hate mail via flowers. Like a red rose means true love, but a black one means death and despair. But you have to be super careful because yellow rose might mean friendship and joy, but in a different bouquet they might mean extreme betrayal and jealousy.”

“Holy shit,” Max said with wide-eyed amazement. A slow smile spread out over her face. “So if I wanted to tell someone to fuck off, what would I send?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’d go with yellow carnations for disdain, thistle for warning, and orange lilies for hatred.”

“That’s amazing!” Dustin cried. “Who knew flowers could be so cool?”

Steve cocked an eyebrow at him. “Uh... me?”

Dustin rolled his eyes but before he could say anything Nancy and Robin came running up to Steve.

“It’s horrible!” Robin cried.

“They’re refusing last minute to let Eddie walk to get his diploma!” Nancy said in anguish. “I tried to talking to Principal Higgins, but he refuses to budge.”

“He called him all sorts of nasty names, too!” Robin said in distress. “Like really horrible ones I don’t want to even repeat.”

Steve felt his stomach sink like lead. “Are they even going to let him sit with his peers?”

Nancy shook her head. “He got handed his diploma and won’t even be allowed in the senior picture!”

Steve snorted on that one. “He always sneaks in at the back. He’s been in every senior photo since his own. Plus, they’re taken at the beginning of the year. Higgins can go fuck himself, because no else is ever gonna wanna.”

Robin snorted, a half smile sneaking up on her face.

“Is he okay?” Will asked. “That must have been so horrible after he worked his ass off to be able to even walk up to get his diploma, much less all the work he did to earn it.”

“Wayne is taking him out to Lake Jordan,” Robin said. “They’ll be back in time for the party on Saturday, but they’re going to get Eddie’s mind off the whole thing.”

Steve looked at the now extra bouquet in his hands with a pang of regret. He was really looking forward to giving Eddie his first flowers.

“You guys better get to your seats,” he said. “It looks like they’re about to start.”

The girls hurried off and everyone else dispersed to find their families and sit with them. Steve went to go sit with the Buckleys to cheer Robin on.

It wasn’t quite the same without Eddie walking, too, but he was happy nonetheless.

Afterwards when he handed everyone their flowers, Steve handed the extra to Robin.

“Give them to Vickie,” he murmured. “Tell her I was holding onto them for you. The pansies mean thoughtfulness and laurels are for victory and mean glory and honor.”

“Steve...” she said, pained. “You can still give them to him.”

He shook his head, hold them to her chest. “They’ll be all wilted and shit. I’ll give him flowers at another time.”

Robin nodded sadly and went off to do just that.

Jonathan looked at the flowers in his hands and smiled up at him. “You really are a good dude, Steve Harrington.”

Steve blushed.

~

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[kiragecko]

I'd love to see stories from autistic perspectives including "low empathy". The challenges of trying to show they care, of figuring out what their loved ones want and need. The extra work that is needed, just to be seen as "not caring", rather than "actively cruel".

Strongly second the AAC usage, but I also want more of the wide spectrum of other unique communication styles. I'd LOVE to see accurate echolalia, especially with loved ones that understand at least a percentage of what they're communicating.

People ENJOYING their special interest(s). Too many grumpy professors, I want them HAPPY. We used to see autistic fans back in the early 2000s, when fandom was seen as weird and creepy. Love to bring that image back, but as passion, rather than obsession.

I'd cry if I saw a loving representation of a Downs autistic person. For personal reasons.

Whole families that are neurodivergent. We exist, and the dynamics are different from "normal" families with a single autistic person!

Autistic friendships. Autistic-ADHD friendships. FRIENDSHIPS.

Autistic aunts or uncles. Kids delighting in the unique perspective and weird statements of an adult who cares about them. Kids are really good at picking up on adults acting "weirdly", and often think its really cool! Especially if their parents act like its fine.

But mostly, any depiction of stereotypical autistic traits that includes an accurate representation of what's going on inside the character! I'm so tired of award winning stories that "imagine what it's like to be autistic" in really othering ways. We have enough autistic writers out there that those types of stories can become obsolete!

Is there any list of stuff you wanted to see more in autistic representation? I'm autistic and I'm quite "stereotype material": white savant male good at STEM and who's not aroace but don't want a partner, and it bugs me that it's always like that, so I wanted to know what other people would like to see when I try writing autistic people.

Hi!

Honestly, I just want more autistic characters in general. There are hardly any!

Here are some things that I have never seen represented:

characters with mid-high support needs, both related and unrelated to autism

characters who use AAC [link to post about high/low/no tech aac] and who struggle to communicate

characters with cerebral palsy, tourette's, intellectual disability, or any other common comorbid condition that's not ADHD

characters who don't live with their parents

characters who don't infodump or know a lot of facts about their special interests, just that their interests are the things they engage with

characters whose special interests aren't "useful" to their life

characters with "unusual" sensory needs (for example i always see characters who hate loud noises and bright lights, but i know many autistic people in real life who are not bothered by those or actively seek them out)

characters misdiagnosed in childhood with ODD or another common misdiagnosis, or neglected as a "difficult kid" even if they have higher support needs

characters who use gait trainers, adaptive strollers, or manual tilt in space chairs

characters who have a supportive community or know multiple other autistic people

adult characters in day programs

queer characters, especially ones whose sexuality or gender is difficult to separate from their autism

characters who have harmful stims and not only when they're upset

characters who are not big. (this might seem weird but there are a surprising number of tall/large/imposing autistic characters, especially those with higher support needs; that's not what every autistic person looks like!)

So Many More!! If every autistic writer made a character who was just like them, each one would have at least one autistic trait that has not been represented before.

Mod Rock

Hello!

To be honest, just characters that don't generalize autism. On one hand you have "representation" that's all "all autistics are boys, 12 or under, who like trains and barely speak" and on the other you have "hi, I'm a very low/no support needs autistic who is very socially acceptable and lol like imagine liking trains instead of having Real and Cool special interests like me" (sometimes it's overdone to the point the character quite literally doesn't have any autistic traits). Too much autistic representation made to combat a specific stereotype just ends up shitting on the people who do in fact exist. Some people say that "ahh all autistic rep is those damn boys with they trains!!" but I don't think anyone would say that this kind of representation is actually good or thoughtful - not because of the train or the boy, but because these characters are barely treated as humans most of the time.

We need more complex representation of all parts of the spectrum, from successful savants in STEM to "obviously disabled" autistics who are intellectually disabled, have huge mobility delays, and stim at all times, to "everyday" people who just have their special interest, don't get social cues, and are kinda awkward.

I'll take a "stereotypical" character that's actually explored and developed properly over a cardboard that's there to be a "subversion of autistic stereotypes" any day.

mod Sasza

Hi,

I largely agree with the mods above. Mostly I want autistic characters treated like people and not plot devices.

But I wanted to say specifically: I want autistic characters of color. I am basically begging to see more autistic characters who are not just white people. We exist too, and really I barely see characters who have autism and aren't white.

Also, I want to see autistic characters with romantic and/or sexual partners. I feel like autistic characters are often desexualized or infantilized in a way that has them only rarely having a partner.

And I also want to see autistic characters whose special interest[s] isn't "useful" to their life, it's just there. Just part of their life. Like, it isn't their job. I feel like that's often a default.

Like Sasza said, we really need more complex and thoughtful representation of the spectrum. I don't need 'subversion' of autistic stereotypes, not particularly.

The subversion itself would be an autistic character being more than a plot device and portrayed with thought and care to the things that make their life difficult, the ways their autism affects the way they interact with others and the world, the things that make the person unique and themselves, and not just focusing on one of those aspects and ignoring everything else.

Hope this helps,

mod sparrow

[akiretv]

my design of towntrap (now changed to tomtrap), eak and cami for my fnafhs take! fhsc (five nights at freddy's high school channel! veeeeryyyy shortened)

design explanation and silly doodles under the cut!

the little motifs that links them together are, for all three of them, their eye make up! i noticed in the show both towntrap and eak have got a big eye make up thing going on; towntrap has that eyeshadow on the outer sides and eak has the ICONIC little dots in each corner but in the few times we see cami's eyes she just has the usual eyelashes all girl characters have. maybe the second bump renders her eye style more original but i decided to make it furtherly distinctive

my version has instead these lines that lowkey look like a clown's or jester's, that resemblance doesnt have any intention behind i just think it looks cool on her

secondly the motif that links only eak and cami together, which in my version were the first to know each other, is their school uniform ties

in these designs they dont wear their ties around their neck, just like how in the original neither eak nor towntrap wear them at all (towntrap does in the first season though, it's in the second one and onward where it dissappears). i decided to apply that little trait to cami as well, to make her feel just as connected to these two and to really make it clear they're a package deal. most importantly, they traded each other ties, so eak wears cami's around his wrist and cami wears eak's as a ponytail before the show's events (when she's more lively and less timid and less going through the horrors, as seen with the eyemake up doodle) and around her waist as a sort of belt afterwards.

of course towntrap doesnt have a tie in the show either, so tomtrap doesnt either. the character reason is because he likes to look more informal. him having his jacket tied around his waist was because 1. drawing jackets is hard and i think having it this way makes both drawing him and his silhouette more easy and redable. the lore reason though is that he got told my a teacher that he looked too much like another teacher wearing it (this is because towntrap's first appearences on the show had people thinking he was a teacher and like, who can blame them its true LMAO).

HOWEVER i couldn't get the red tie motif on his design, the color just didn't suit him. momentarily i tried having his sporty headband be red and be eak's tie (that way the tie rotation would be: cami has tom's, eak has cami's and tom has eak's) but i decided against it. instead it served to make eak and cami's seperate friendship become more accentuated, but i still wanted eak to have a motif with his best friends so realised something. his headband and the jacket he wears around his waist are green and gray, which are the colors of eak and cami's hair! of course not the same shade but thats unimportant. so that way he keeps his besties in his design :3

also i just wanted to mention eak's boots

in the og show his taste in footwear is absolutely terrible im sorry but like look at this man

absolutely disgusting

ok but now fr what are those shoes,, theyre too.. eyecatching

honestly i get it eddo like who cares about a character's shoes we barely even see the character fullbody anyway this is like the only scene where he's like that and we get to see that crime against humanity

i opted for some mexican style-ish boots with a simplified pattern that i think looks pleasant to the eyes with those two brown tones. used the darker one to color his belt too, so i can reuse colors and give the design an unified look. lowkey based on these bad boys

silly doodle stuff! mspaint is awesome the masses were right its so easy to just doodle your woes away

i may have a bit of favoritism my way,, this is tom, nicknamed tomtrap, if you call him tomás he gets so scared he starts writing his will

yeahh,, not inmune to the gayness... theyre kind of oblivious to it in the show as in we're just very good friends that are very comfortable in our masculinity and i've just never felt the need to question my sexuality so why start now

cami facepalms internally

twitter ship dynamic!

i'll never forget eak's skill with a rope in the camp arc LMAO

as i said

character trivia time!

i think tomtrap has a very serious resting face

he's having an awesome time i promise this is just how he looks when he's not reacting to anything or he's just deep in thought

however it unsettles others a bit and he feels so bad about it and tries to always be smiley but it's a big effort and makes him unable to concentrate much

(also yeah that's bonbon/usagi! she shouldn't be in tom's class LMAO but i wanted to practice her design. im a spaniard so sadly the only education system i know well enough to trust myself putting in a story is spain's (although with a few artistic liberties for plot's sake) :pensive: eak, cami and tom are both bachilleres in their second year (so they're 17 years old, although tom was born earlier, he's 18 when the show happens) and bonbon and most of the rest of the cast is on the fourth grade of ESO, which would be the last year of highschool, bachillerato is like highschool 2, so they're around the 15-17 age range)

eak and cami have known him for so long they know that its just how he looks when relaxed. they reassure him about it, how it's everyone else's problem not his. they appreciate whenever they see tom like that, since it means he's comfortable

ak out!

[strniohoeee]

Cupid’s Arrow

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Being ghosted sucks, but being ghosted on Valentine’s Day by your boyfriend sucks even more. Is love a losing game, or is there space for redemption?💌

Warnings: None, kinda boring. Kinda ass. Sorry love yall😼💞

Song for imagine: Love Is A Losing Game- Amy Winehouse

Another Hallmark holiday, here we go….

I can’t believe this, he fucking forgot our date

My eyes squinted as the sun setting left rays peeking in between buildings causing a ghastly beam of light into my orbs.

Rolling my eyes and looking away from the window my fingers played with the hem of my babydoll shirt. It was white with red hearts on it, perfect for today.

We had planned a nice early dinner and a walk in the town for today. I wasn’t a fan of flowers or balloons or any corny traditional Valentines Day tactics. I just wanted to spend the day with the person I loved the most. Or thought I loved the most….

See we had only been together for a year, but known each other for four. Our friendship was amazing and the first 6 months of our relationship, but suddenly it all changed and I wasn’t sure why.

We fought a lot over small things, and he would be so sneaky and shady. We barely would hangout anymore and we’d barely talk or text unless he needed something….

It all started to feel transactional and that’s no way to go through a relationship. But I decided that we should take today the day of love to lay our cards out and figure this all out.

He’s really an amazing guy, and I wanted to make this work; but I began to think he didn’t want the same thing. Looking down at my phone to zero messages and zero missed calls. I sighed a large sigh.

He was now a full hour late, and honestly I knew he wasn’t going to show up. I didn’t even bother to call or text. He showed me his true colors right then and there.

Looking back out the window the sun began to set some more. The Diner was across the street from a drugstore and the amount of men running out with flowers, chocolates and balloons made me scoff. That’s exactly what I mean. It’s a Hallmark holiday so money hungry companies can make boatloads of cash off of lousy men. Why is one day out of 365 days the only day where women should be receiving gifts to show that their partners love them. Bogus….

“Sweety, would you like to order something?” I heard lightly from behind me, snapping my head around when I was met with a cute older woman. Bright red lipstick and powerful blush on. Smiling shyly as I observed her.

“Uhh, sure, could I have a menu?” I asked her

“Oh of course I’ll head up front to grab you one I’ll be back shortly” she replied

She quickly stepped away, and a busser had brought me water over. As I reached for the straw my cutlery set had fallen off the table.

“Shit” I mumbled as I tossed the straw back down

As I leaned to grab it, someone had already bent down and grabbed it. My eyes follow their movement.

“Thank you, sorry about that” I stated as I looked up at the boy and grabbed the set from his hand.

“No worries” he said quietly, I smiled gently at him

He paused for a second and his brows furrowed for a moment.

“Do I know you?” He asked me

“Uhh maybe” I said looking back at him, but I had soon realized who he was and my eyes shot open

“Matt?”

“Y/N?”

We said at the same time. Holy shit I knew he sounded so familiar. I hadn’t seen him since sophomore year of Highschool.

“No way, how have you been?” He asked me

“I’ve been good, are you here with anyone?” I asked him as I looked over his shoulder for not only the waitress but potentially someone else coming with him.

“Oh no, no I’m here alone” he said

“Well if you want you can join me” I said gesturing to the seat in front of me

“Oh I don’t know I don’t want to intrude” he said shrugging his shoulders

“No it’s okay please sit” I said

Taking a seat in front of me, it felt like Freshman year all over again.

Matt, his brothers and I had been friends since middle school. Matt and I had gotten the closest as he was super anxious and shy and I helped him out of that bubble.

Freshman year we’d walk to this diner almost everyday and do homework as we waited for my dad to come pick us up. We had gotten really close and I even developed a small little crush on him.

Sophomore year rolled around and we didn’t have much classes together, and when his anxiety got really bad he didn’t really come to school often. But we all hung out every weekend.

That was until mid school year when my dad got stationed in Oklahoma for the military. Leaving them behind hurt horribly, but we all texted as much as we could. Obviously as we got older and made new friends we stopped texting and calling, but I still kept up with them on social media until I didn’t.

The summer before going to college my father had been killed in combat. Which prompted my mom, my sibling and I to move back to our hometown in Boston.

I was shocked I hadn’t run into them not once in the four years I’ve been back until now. Crazy how life works.

“When did you get back?” He asked me, the lovely waitress had taken our orders at this point

“Four years ago” I said bluntly

“Wow” he said shocked a bit

“My dad was killed in combat and my mom wanted to lay him to rest in our hometown. So much time had passed I didn’t even think you’d remember who I was” I said giggling

“I’m sorry for your loss, are you kidding? My mom always asks about you. I should’ve kept in contact” he replied shaking his head

“Hey it’s okay, the phone goes both ways” I said offering him a reassuring smile

Our meals had come and as we began to eat, I really remembered why I was originally here.

“No Valentine?” I suddenly asked him and I wasn't sure why

Chuckling softly he swallowed before opening his mouth “no actually we broke up a few months ago and I’ve been focusing on myself. Nick is out with his boyfriend and Chris is with Nate. I wanted to be on my own. Since this is my first Valentine’s Day alone in four years” he said shrugging his shoulders as he ate another fry

“Oh wow, four years” I said shocked as I took a sip of my cherry coke

“I thought I was going to marry her, but I get to her house one day and there she is cuddled up with Dan Camineti” he says laughing

“Dan Camineti? Oh my gosh even out of Highschool he’s still a dog” I said in pure shock

“Guys like that never change” he says laughing

“You poor soul I am so sorry” I said shaking my head

“What’s your story” he states after a moment of silence

“My story?” I ask clearing my throat

“Yeah, why you’re here alone surrounded by a bunch of couples” he says giggling

I stopped for a moment as I looked at him, did I really want to tell him I wasn’t really sure. But my mouth started moving before my brain could stop it.

“Well my best friend of four years slash boyfriend of a year ghosted me this evening. We were already having trouble in paradise and we agreed that today would be the day we spoke about it and figured out where our relationship stands; and judging by his actions I know exactly where it stands.” I said firmly

“Oof what a dick, I’m so sorry” he said shaking his head

“Looks like we hit the jackpot with our love life” I said laughing

We endured more conversations as we finished our dinner. It was now 6:30 after Matt paid our bill. Stepping out into the brisk evening I wrapped my red scarf around my neck.

“Thank you for paying” I said to him as we stepped out onto the sidewalk

“Oh of course it’s the least I could do right now” he said winking playfully.

“Hey, want to walk downtown with me and look at the lights and shops?” I suddenly asked him

“Sounds cool let’s do it” he said smiling at me

We had walked around a bit and stopped into a cafe ordering some hot chocolates. We made our way over to a small bench as we sat down giggling

“No fucking way” Matt said sucking his teeth

“Way! I totally had a fat ass crush on you in high school” I said as I took a sip of my drink

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said rolling his eyes

“Umm because every girl wanted you and I could not handle that type of rejection” I said laughing

“There would’ve been no rejection, I had a huge crush on you too” he said laughing with me

“You’re lying” I said laughing and going wide eyed

As we were chatting I kept hearing jazz music every now and then.

“What’s that?” I asked him

“Oh that’s Juno’s on the bay” he said pointing to the restaurant behind him

Everytime the door would open for people leaving and entering a soothing jazz song would ooze out and into my ears.

Smiling at the sound my eyes drifted towards the sidewalk when suddenly something caught my eye.

“Oh my god” I say as I shot up

“What?” Matt asks me just as shocked

“That’s his car” I say as I look at my “boyfriends” black mustang parked right in front of the restaurant.

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“Oh I’m sure” I say as I began to walk over to the restaurant

Before I made it to the door I looked over into the glass window when suddenly I felt my whole world crash and burn around me. There he was sitting in front of some girl. Laughing…how could he sit there and be laughing after what he just did to me.

Tears stung my waterline when suddenly his eyes met mine and grew in size. Scooting back from his chair he shot up.

My feet moved before I could register what was happening. Stomping past the restaurant the tears began to fall.

“Y/N wait! Wait!” He called out as the Jazz music faded

“WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT “ I asked him angrily

“Listen to me, I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I just couldn’t figure out how to” he said

“I should’ve known…you were distant and sneaky and you’d disappear for days on end. I can’t believe you” I said scoffing

“Listen I’m sorry, I love you but I’m not in love with you” he said.

“I hope you have the best life. We’re done. Don’t ever call or text me. Don’t come by my house and don't dare keep in contact with my mother. I never want to see you again.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face

“Don’t don’t cry” he said walking closer

“Leave me alone” I said backing up

“Listen I’m sorry” he said inching closer

“She said leave her alone” Matt suddenly states as he walks by my side

“Matt… you’re worried about me and you’re out with him?” He says scoffing

“He’s my friend..and has been since middle school. Don’t turn this on me” I said getting angry

“Yeah friend sure let’s see how long that lasts” he says laughing

“Come on man, don’t be such a dick just go back to your new girl and leave her alone ” Matt said stepping in front of me

Rolling his eyes and scoffing at Matt he stepped away and went back to the restaurant.

Turning to me Matt begins to laugh

“Tanner Crowley? Come on Y/N he’s dumber than a door knob” he said laughing which then caused me to laugh

“He really is, but he’s so damn cute” I said giggling as we began to walk away

“You’ll find better fish in the see” Matt said winking at me again

“Now let’s get you home” He said as we crossed the street

We lived near the downtown area so it was a nice little 25 minute walk. We spent most of the walk sharing funny memories and giggling like we were in school again.

“Oh my gosh remember when our parents caught Nate and my sister kissing freshman year” I said laughing

“Holy shit I do! My brothers and I were there at his house when his parents were scolding him it was the funniest shit ever” he said snorting

“And my sister made some dumb story up about practicing mouth to mouth for CPR training” I said laughing

“That was hilarious, man the good old days” he said clearing his throat

“They were” I replied

Sooner than later we approached my moms house. Matt had walked me to the front door.

“I had so much fun today, thank you for that” I said smiling at him

“Thank you for allowing me to sit with you as we chatted about our sad love lives” he said nodding his head

“Always!” I responded giggling

“We should hang out again soon” he said scratching the back of his neck

“I’d so love that, my mom would die to you and your family” I said smiling at him

“Cool… we will….uh… I will set that up” he said a bit nervous

“Goodnight Matt” I said lowly

It was a good 10 seconds of staring into each other's eyes when suddenly we both leaned in. Our lips crashed together in a cute passionate kiss. A kiss that would make me squeal when I spoke about it. A kiss that was like butterflies and fireworks in my stomach.

Pulling away we looked at each other's eyes again.

“I’ll see you around” I said smiling shyly at him as I opened the front door

“I guess I’ll see you around too, have a good night” he responded back

“Good night” I said giggling before slipping into my house and shutting the door behind me.

Who would’ve thought I’d be shot by cupid's arrow so suddenly….

The End

Idk what the freak prompted me to write this, but I could not get this idea out of my head since yesterday. Even though I’ve been gone for so long I still appreciate the support and love I’m still getting 🫶🏽🖤. Not sure when I’ll post again, so until next time I love ya 🖤

-J💅🏽

[melodtreads]

What are you stressed about? ~ PICK A PILE

Welcome to my once in a decade tarot pile reading. Choose a pile

PILE 1

There is a change, an opportunity coming into your life that you are stressing about. For some of you, this change includes having to move abroad, or the moving is the change itself. The stress level comes from the fact that this is something that you deeply want. You have wished and waited for this opportunity for so long. You have worked and invested in this moment, knowing that is something that you are meant to do. Despite everything, you worry about not being good enough for it. You made this situation seem so grand and so out of reach, that now, when it is finally here, it feels unbelievable. It is here in your hands, at your level and you still question yourself. Stop questioning and go for it. It is here for you because you deserve it. It is here because you have worked and waited for it. You are allowed to let good things happen to you. Embrace the change, move forward, take what you know, and be ready to learn the uknown.

PILE 2

You are stressed about the friendship environment that surrounds you. You have been around these people for years now. You have done everything to fit in or be good enough for them. But no matter what they do, they don’t accept the real you. They may accept a fake personality that you put on, but it drains you out, and the mask can’t stay forever on. You are judged again every time it slips. On the same side, they never take you seriously, your words don’t mean anything to them. If you are questioning about what you should do, this is an easy leave. These are not the only people in the world. There are so many people out there ready to love you for who you are. Don’t be afraid to make the first step towards them. There is nothing but familiarity that is keeping you with your current friends. However, there is a better type of comfort than familiarity. It is called security and understanding. Don’t be afraid of puting yourself first.

For some people choosing this pile, it may not be that deep. You are probably working ona group project where it feels like you do all the work and it is draining you out. You are already dreaming about all the new things you can do after you finish this project, or going back to working with your usual partners. Keep it up just a little, this thing will soon finish and you can go back to your usual routine.

PILE 3

You are stressed about whether you should keep up what you are doing. This is something you have really put your effort into, consequently you expect to get result for all the work you have done. However, you keep waiting and the rewards are still not coming You go and put even more effort, and still, no results. It is to a point where you think that it is unfair towards you. But this is the thing for you, this situation of yours is not one where you can work smarter rather than harder; you can’t go and take the easy route just because it is available. If you really want the rewards that you think you deserve, you need to do everything step by step. You have to show that you are eager to work for want you want. You have to prove that this is not some superficial thing for you. Of course you can give up any day. It is you making the decision after all. But know, that if you really want it and you think you deserve it, you need to prove it.

PILE 4

You are stressed by a sudden and unexpected change in your life. This is a thing that really stresses the shit out of you, considering your stable personality. You are someone who likes to have things under control and be aware about everything that is happening around, so this situation really took a toll on you. And I don’t think it is the usual stressed for you, it seems liked your world has been turned upside down and everything is ruining around you. I am here to tell you that it is okay. Breathe. This is the universe telling you that you are part of nature and there is nothing predictable when it comes to nature. All those mountains that you are stressed about are just hills if you learn how to let go of control. I would advise having someone to look up to and give you guidance during this period. Trust their advice and trust yourself.

PILE 5

You are stressed about growing up, either physically or as a person. You have so much potential in you, you can become greater and greater, but you are scared of it. You have your little habits, your usual place, and all the people you know that you are used to. You are scared to leave them all behind. You are scared of venturing into the uknown. It looks like this big thing that you don’t believe you can handle. But a little tip, nobody actually knows what they are getting into when they grow up. Of course your routines and people are comfortable and secure, but you will be stuck in a place of what you are with only dreams of what you could be. You can make those dreams reality. Yes, you will have to give up some of the things that are comfortable, but if you don’t do it, you will never get to experience the better things that will come instead of them.

PILE 6

You are stressed about losing something or someone. This person/thing is really special to you. It is either family relates or really close to be considered family. It seems that you have lost it and there is no way for them to come back. It is the most painful that there is nothing you can do about it. You can only stay and watch it go. Sadly, this is a part of the human world. There is always a dark side to all the beautiful things that we have.

[scarapanna]

I liked your art, you won🎉🎉🎉

WE WON NO REDEMPTION WAHOOOOO/silly

I'm still terrified of the redemption route for this clown though hdhghfg, I want his silly self to stay evil and wimsy and goofy and with redemption uhhh

We're like

I dunno I'm sooo scared devsis is gonna take away that aspect which is what makes him just so funnn. Please pretty please let him be god awful and rotten and rude and goofy if you take that route Devisis I want him to keep his funny wimsy qualities. Please please pleaseeee write him well y'all are doing sooo good with him don't fumble by taking the redemption route (And if they do it better be good and he better stay chaotic and goofy and sassy and condescending and all his "rotten rabid thing" qualities)

If they do him (And his fun aspects justice in this dreaded hypotetical) then I may be cool with it. Though the mean ass possum has grown on me so much I'd 100% miss that evil and unhinged part of him TONS, devsis have mercy pretty please/silly

[Longer more insane ramblings are in the tags hsfhfhhv]

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[artnerd1123]

Finally watched tadc ep 4 and ;_;

Gangle……..

(Spoiler talk in the tags)

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

At The Feet Of The Sun

book 2 in a slow paced high fantasy duology*

the right hand of the emperor (who is off searching for an heir) struggles with what to do after passing on his responsibilities and also discovering various pieces of information that are mindblowing to him, personally,

after adventure is thrust upon him, he travels to find His Radiancy and they go on some otherworldly adventures while growing closer and figuring out the nature of their friendship

(*there’s extra novellas & i think another book coming? duology adjacent, currently,)

[lilcathsmith]

Greg in every episode of CSI (87/328) • Down The Drain •

[beanghostprincess]

Something that has been a very pleasant surprise for me watching Fmab is Ling's character. I knew I would love him the second he showed up (Mamoru Miyano's characters are always my favorites and I knew I'd love him) but I never thought he'd be like this. I mean, of course, the character seemed to have way more depth than it looks like the first minutes he shows up, but still. I was not expecting him to care so much and so deeply for his country and his clan, but he literally does everything for them. And it's not even from a prince's perspective, he genuinely, in the most human of ways, cares about his people and his friends and he might be annoying to Ed because of wanting to get something out of him, but he grows fond of him and ends up caring about him. I don't know where his character is going yet, and I hate (I love) how many plot twists this show has because I can't predict anything, but for now? His character is just perfect for me. There's just something about what he tells Greed about friendships being bonded by souls that just fucking killed me because he appreciates human life and the value of love and connections. My first interpretation of this guy was "ah, yes, typical ENTP. Cocky. Selfish. Probably has a sad background and covers it with laughs. And he cares about people but puts logic fir-" and now I'm like ?? On episode 44 I think? And this guy is extremely ENFJ to me. And I just started analyzing shit without anybody asking me about this but! In my defense, I'll say he's my favorite character and I love him a lot.