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hey! I really really really like your writing very much!

can you do one where the reader and spencer reid are both nerds but different kinds of nerds. so the reader's more of a literature/ language nerd and spencer's basically an expert in LITERALLY everything. so she has a major crush on him but always hesitates to make a move on him cuz she thinks that she doesn't stand a chance because she struggles with basic math and physics chemistry make her head hurt

and so when spencer asks her out she's all baffled like you don't think I'm dumb?!😭😭

Hi, thanks honey!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

It’s one of those rare days where you can actually afford a lunch break, and you’ve decided to take it outside with your book. Every day lately feels like it could be the last nice one you get before the cold weather comes in, and you’re enjoying the crisp breeze and warm sunshine on your face as you get settled on the bench outside the cafe where you work. 

The book you’ve been reading for the past week is good but not great; you’re sort of pushing yourself to finish just so you can say it’s over with and tell the friend who lent it that you gave it your best. Still, you’re very nearly lost in it by the time a pair of black converse comes to a stop in front of you. 

You follow them upward. “Spencer!” you say, probably with a touch too much alacrity. Too quickly, too. You might’ve at least pretended to have to think about the name of the sweet-faced doctor looking down at you. But it’s not your fault; you’ve gotten used to calling it out from the counter when he comes here to pick up his lunch at least three days out of the week. 

“Hi,” he says, teetering on the edge of bashful. “I’m surprised to see you out here, you’re almost always working when I come by.” 

It’s embarrassingly gratifying that he knows that. You’d never hold it against him if he didn’t, but you’ve come to enjoy the little bits of conversation you grab with him when he comes by, and it’s nice to know that he’s noticed you too. 

“It’s a slow day,” you reply by way of explanation. “I figured I’d grab a break while I still could.” 

Spencer smiles like he totally gets that. You imagine he does. “Good idea. Can I sit?”

“Of course!” Again, way too eager. You’ve got to work on controlling your tone around him. You move your discarded jacket into your lap. 

“Thanks,” he says, sitting in the space you’ve made for him. His legs are so long he looks like he’s squatting on the bench, knees high enough for him to set his elbows on. Which he does, tilting his head to see you. “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, um, it’s nothing. I mean, I wouldn’t really recommend it,” you laugh. Christ, you don’t want him to know what you’re reading. Spencer probably reads astrophysics textbooks for fun. “It’s not very good.” 

Spencer puts his hand over yours, far from forceful as he tips the page toward him until he can see the cover. Your brain is short-circuiting so badly it’s a wonder you don’t drop the paperback onto the pavement. 

“I haven’t heard of it,” he says, which surprises you. Spencer seems so knowledgeable it’s difficult to believe there’s anything in existence that’s not stored somewhere in his hard drive. “Why are you reading it if you don’t think it’s good?” 

He doesn’t ask it in any unkind or judgemental way, but something inside you tenses nonetheless. You know perhaps too much about Spencer Reid. It’s not like you’d gone out of your way to figure him out, but the facts had presented themselves to you almost serendipitously and you’d put the pieces together. You know that he’s in the FBI, not only because of the laminated identifier he sometimes leaves clipped to his shirtpocket when he comes in, but also because of the coworkers that occasionally come with him. From those coworkers, you also know that he’s a doctor, and you gather that he’s generally respected and admired as well as cared for by his team. He seems a bit awkward, but sure of himself where it matters, and he goes into every interaction with a kind curiosity. Most of all, you know that Spencer is smart. Like, expert in everything smart. You’d caught a few jokes from the people he’s brought in about an eidetic memory, his multiple PhDs, and the nickname “boy genius.” No matter how shy and sweet someone is, that’s intimidating. 

And it’s unnerving to have someone with an IQ higher than you can probably fathom asking about your intellectual habits. 

“Well, the plot doesn’t actually have much movement, so it’s pretty boring,” you say hesitantly. “I guess at this point I’m mostly in it for the prose. Plus my friend recommended it, so I have to finish it to keep her happy.” 

Spencer laughs at your little joke, nodding. “Wow, the prose alone is enough to keep you going? It must be pretty fascinating.” 

You want to backpedal immediately, but settle for a one-shouldered shrug. “It’s alright. I’m kind of a nerd for that stuff. Rhetorical devices and all.”

Spencer tilts his head, something igniting in his brown eyes. Interest. “Rhetorical devices. You mean like metaphor and personification?”

You nod. “Yeah, like those, but also anadiplosis and polysyndeton and anastrophe.” Spencer’s eyebrows move slowly upward as you speak, and you feel heat rising to your cheeks despite the slight chill. “I just like that there’s things that affect the emotion—or the pacing, or whatever—of writing that we as readers pick up on almost subconsciously, but were so intentional for the writer.” 

Spencer’s nodding, eyes going somewhere just slightly distant. “Yeah, that’s a good point. I mean, I know writing is a very intentional process, but I never really think about the tiny, word-level decisions authors make to influence readers.” 

“It’s so cool,” you agree. “Like, how long do you think it takes someone to land on the exact right word for what they’re trying to convey, or to structure their sentences in a way that builds momentum over the course of a paragraph? Like, so much goes into it.” 

Spencer’s smiling at you, and you realize you’re gushing, geeky zeal bursting out of you like a soda bottle that’s been shaken and finally uncapped. “Sorry. Um, what’re you reading lately?” 

“Don’t be sorry,” he says quickly, still smiling at you. “I actually just finished my last book, so I’m looking for something new. If this book has all that and isn’t up to your standards, I’d be interested to see what you really enjoy reading.” 

Your cheeks are burning hot; you hope Spencer thinks the redness is from the cool breeze. “I’d be nervous to give you a recommendation,” you admit. “Too much pressure.” 

Spencer waves you off. “I’ll read anything, don’t worry about it. Hey, have you ever been to that coffee shop on fifth? It’s in a bookstore.” 

You blink. “No, I haven’t heard of it. That sounds cool, though.” 

A bit of pink tinges Spencer’s cheeks; it’s probably from the cool breeze. “Yeah, well, you should let me take you there sometime. If you want, of course,” he adds hastily. “Don’t worry about it if not.” 

It takes you a second to realize what’s happening. And then once you do, another second to make yourself believe it. “Like, as a date?” you ask, just to be sure.

 Spencer’s smile is hopeful behind its timidity. “Yeah. Yeah, if you’re okay with that.” 

“Yeah.” You can’t think of anything better to say, your brain filling with buzzing bees. “That sounds good. Thanks.” 

He laughs, eyebrows coming together bemusedly. “Well, don’t thank me. I should be thanking you.” 

It’s more a thanks for his taking action, you think. For making a move when you’d been too scared to, stagnant with months over your anxiety that he’d think you were too dumb or trivial to want to keep talking to you after he’d picked up his sandwich. 

“Okay, great.” He stands. “Well, I have to get back, but I’ll, uh…I’ll see you? Friday, maybe? I can come by here after your shift.” 

“You know when my shift ends?”

Now even his ears are turning red. “You…around four, right? I sometimes see you if I’m leaving work around then.” 

You smile. “Yeah, four. See you then, Dr. Reid.” 

“See you then!” he turns around, and you can see the exact moment he thinks to wonder how you know his last name. You don’t bother worrying about it.

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How do you think the 2003 tmnt boys would deal with a really smart s/o who is not very good at picking up on hints and always needs the direct approach socially and they’re always upfront themselves too cuz they don’t even know how to do hints? donnie is speaking in pig latin, hinting at something and s/o is like “… what?…” They understand his science nerd talk, but him socially hinting at something discreetly goes over s/o’s head completely or back before they were a couple “What? You like me? I thought you was just being nice… I’m so glad though. I like you too”?

Sorry if this wasn't exactly what you asked for😓 I started writing and the characters just wrote themselves.

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2003 turtles (seperate) x reader

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Leo:

Let's be honest, all the turtles are just really bad at flirting.

I mean, they've lived in the sewer their whole lives and the first girl they ever met was April.

Leo doesn't really know much about love but he is determined to romance you.

He'll start watching a bunch of movies with Mikey.

Mikey will be a little less than pleased that they all have to be romance or have romance in them but who is he to judge his brothers movie taste?

He's just happy to spend more time with Leo where he isn't being the leader.

Back to Leo though, dude tries everything to seduce you.

He gets you flowers, makes you food, takes you out, heck he even learns to dance for you.

And somehow. You don't get it.

Leos not even trying to hide it at this point.

You don't even pick up on his feelings when his brothers tease him for it IN FRONT OF YOU.

You're so dense.

April tries to help you connect the dots but your brain ain't braining apparently.

She ends up telling Leo that your not gonna get it unless he tells you straight up.

Leo isn't to thrilled about that.

He's not used to this romance thing and now he has to put himself in such a position of emotional vulnerability?

It's not that he thinks you'll be mean to him, but not knowing wether you feel the same way offers too many unknowns for him to be comfortable.

Eventually though, after a bit of back and forth with himself he'll tell you.

A moment ago you were playing games with Mikey and Donny while enjoying some pizza. Now your following Leo out of the lair and far away from the pizza you wanted to finish. You just know Mikey is gonna eat it. You try and keep your focus on the pizza you left in the lair to distract yourself from Leo. Him and his gentle touches as he tries to help you onto a building rooftop. To distract from the fact of just how alone you two were. From the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when he turned to look at you.

The sky was dark but the city lit your faces. The lights of buildings and cars glittering from far away. The wind brushed past you both as you kinda just stood there. Leo had said he wanted to talk to you yet he hasn't done a lick of talking after taking you out here.

"Leo?" You voiced. It was a bit difficult to speak since the silence seems to palpable. He blinked and adjusted like you had caught him off guard. Which you kinda did. He had made up his mind to tell you how he felt but in his spontaneous decision making he didn't actually think of how. So he had spent the time staring into space spiralling about how to say it.

"Y/n I-" he began, "I wanted to tell you..... Um."

You were starting to get really worried now. Leo never stuttered, he never acted like this.

"Is something wrong Leo?" Your voice laced with concern.

"Wha-? No! I mean... everything's fine! I promise.."

You reached out and rested your hand on his shoulder.

"Take your time," you looked him in the eye, "if nothing's wrong then there's no need to rush." You smiled at him encouragingly.

Leo sighed and tried to clear his mind. You were right, there is nothing wrong. As your hand slipped off his shoulder he looked you in the eye.

The gentle breeze brushed past you both. Your eyes met his and he felt completely entranced by you. The lights of the city highlighting your silhouette making you glow. He felt hot in the face and he couldn't help but take a shallow breath before speaking.

"Y/n, I think I'm in love with you."

Raph:

Raph is probably the least in tune with his feelings out of all his brothers.

It's not that he dislikes being vulnerable, he has been vulnerable multiple times with the people he cares about.

But that's just the thing, he cares about them and he knows they care about him. He's safe.

He doesn't feel particularly unsafe being vulnerable with you.

Honestly you safe presence when he's being vulnerable is probably one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place.

It's just that he hates feeling lesser than.

He has virtually no experience with these types of feelings and interactions.

So the idea of telling you makes him feel like he's being put in a situation where he is seen as naive and inexperienced.

And out of everyone in the world, your the last person he'd want to see him that way.

So he'll do literally ANYTHING to get you to figure it out other then the direct approach.

Even takes advise from Mikey of all people.

From genuinely loving and welcome surprises to stupidly humiliating himself Raph has thrown every subtle and not so subtle hint at you.

Yet no matter what he does you just aren't getting it.

Mikey has been "helping him" with some not so great ideas so when he suggests the direct approach Raph though ABSOLUTELY NOT.

It would take a lot of time and everyone, even Splinter, telling him to be direct before he even considers it.

When he finally decides to go through with it? He is not happy. Not at all.

But at this point what other choice does he have?

You, Raph, and Casey had been out "patrolling" the city. "Patrolling" being the excuse for motorcycle racing around the city whilst ignoring traffic laws. Why where you invited? Simple. There are only two motorcycles. Casey's and Raphs.

You were clutching onto Raph for dear life as he raced around the New York city streets. Normally Raph would be doing all kinds of stunts jumping over or sliding under different obstacles as a way to gloat to Casey. But he didn't want to jerk you around too much. Especially with the death grip your keeping on his shell.

Also because this wasn't really a race. He asked Casey to pretend this was a race so he could drive you somewhere. That all Casey knew, no matter how many times he asked why Raph never said. So while Raph took his turns around the city Casey made is way back to the lair making it seem to you that Raph had beat him in the race.

As Raph slowed the bike you noticed you were at the park. It was dark out so lamps illuminated the path. There were some people walking around but not many, if Raph was careful and stuck to the shadows he should be fine. The park was almost peaceful if it weren't for the constant and eternal bustling of the city.

"Is this the finish line?" You asked, still convinced there was a race.

"Uhhhh, yeah. But we left Casey pretty far back there so... We might as well walk around," Raph eyed you unsure, "I mean it beats sitting here waiting for that slow poke to catch up."

"Sure sounds like fun."

And with that you both set off on a short walk through the park. Not wanting to be seen by any unsuspecting passerby you both stuck to walking behind the trees and bushes lining the path.

You both talked about nothing in particular. You just spent time enjoying eachothers company and it did Raph some good to calm his nerves. He had tried everything under the sun to tell you how he feels and you still don't seem to get it. Well everything but actually telling you. He didn't want to, but he was going to. Tonight.

As you both turned a corner lined by shrubbery you noticed how trees completely secluded the area ahead of you. No one could could see in or out unless the took the path you and Raph did. As you both decide to take a seat on the grass and just enjoy the night Raph felt his nerves come back to tie up his guts.

You both sat for a while, not speaking. I comfortable for you. A heavy one for Raph. Eventually it got to the point where if he didn't say something now, the perfect time, he knew he never would.

So without looking at you, or any warning, he won't for it.

"I love you."

Donny:

Donny LOVES subtlety.

Science is all about those subtle differences that can alter an entire study.

And BOY was he good at subtlety.

He would use relations between different parts of his project to hint at his feelings for you.

He would do that thing where the person would come up behind you and put their hands over yours to help direct you.

Stuff like that.

Did it make you blush? Yes.

Did it get his feelings across to you?

Ha ha

No.

He literally doesn't know what he's doing wrong.

After a while BB is so close to believing that you just don't feel the same until Splinter suggests being direct with you.

He would just stare at Master Splinter in the most 'I didn't about that's type of way.

He just didn't think that was something that people did ya know?

He never considered it cuz he just never did.

He's not embarrassed about his feelings, though he may be a little flustered.

He feels so dumb after the suggestion was made.

Bro was like, how did I never think of that.

Now that he knows though, he is going straight to you.

You were playing cards with Splinter and Raph when Donny approached you.

"Y/n!" He said with a smile on his face.

"Hey D! What's up?"

"Actually, now that you ask," he rubbed the back of his neck "I was wondering if I could speak with you in private for a moment?"

"Oh uhhhh, sure, just. Let me find someone to give my hand to."

"Splinter grabbed your cards from your hand, Michelangelo!"

"Yeeeeeess?" Mikey looked over the back of the couch to where you were playing.

"Come here, you are playing in place of y/n" he said waving Mikey over.

You cringed, you were doing so well! You may not have beat Splinter but you were beating Raph!

"Oh oh, I like where this game is headin'," Raph grinned.

You groaned, Mikey was totally going to ruin whatever victory you had in mind.

Regardless, after everything with the game was settled you followed Donny out of the lair and into the turtle van parked in the garage. Donny was fidgeting with his fingers the whole way there. It set a sort of awkward tone for the silence. You were also slightly concerned too, it wasn't like Donny to be nervous and fidgety. Awkward, sure. Nervous? No.

When you took your seat in the van Donny sat himself right across from you, though he didn't look you in the eye.

"So what's up Donny? Is something wrong?"

"Oh no! Not wrong perse," he finally looked at you, "Just trying to figure out how exactly I want to word this."

You were getting more nervous by the second. What was he going to tell you. He always had the right words to articulate what he's thinking. Why now is it difficult? You started picking at your fingers waiting for him to speak again.

"Okay, I think I've got it!" He said turning to look you fully in the eye now.

"Y/n, you have always been one of my closest friends. I enjoy our conversations and having you around makes me smile,"

This could being in their a really good direction or a really bad one but all you knew is that you were really confused.

"However recently my feelings have developed into something a bit... more," he paused. His chest tightened and his stomach felt hollow.

"I don't want to hide my feelings or pretend like they're not there. I understand if you can't return my feelings but I figure it's only fair that you know that I.." he reached out and put your hand in his, "I'm in love with you."

Mikey:

Out of all of them I feel like Mikey is the most likely to be direct.

If he's not it is solely because he's embarrassed.

Dude will blush and giggle at you like a flustered school girl.

It honestly looks so stupid but in a strangely endearing way.

When Mikey tries to be subtle with his feelings about you it doesn't work.

To an outside viewer it doesn't look like he's trying at all.

He is though.

He really is🥲

So it's safe to say that when the revelation is made that you didn't know, everyone was kinda shocked.

(Raph might have called you dumb)

They probably confronted you about Mikeys feelings, after assuming that you already knew and didn't reciprocate, hence your lack of action.

They'd be all, 'look your our friend but if you don't like Mikey you need to tell him so he can get over you'

And you'll just sit there like, 'but I do like Mikey, what do you mean????'

Once you figure out that they mean ROMANTIC feelings Mikey will be horrified that they told you.

"You have a crush on me?" You asked Mikey curiously.

"Wha- WHA- WHAT?!!"

You were sitting on the couch while Mikeys brothers surrounded you. They were trying to tell you something about letting Mikey down easy. It took a while for you to understand what they were saying but when you finally did you were shocked. You had no idea. So when Mikey came from the kitchen with his normal carefree attitude, asking him was all you could think to say.

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT!" Mikey panicked and looked at his brothers with a mix of betrayal and embarrassment, "DUDES??!"

"Eheh. Sorry Mikey, we thought they already knew," Donny shrugged. He felt bad for outing his brother but what's done is done.

"If we had known they were more dense then you we wouldn't have said anything," Raph told him slightly peeved.

"HEY!" you frowned at Raph.

"YOU TOLD THEM!!" Mikey was in full jittery panic at this point.

"We thought they already knew considering how... obvious, you've been. We thought they were leading you on," Leo explained, "We didn't mean to tell them Mikey." Leo looked apologetic.

"I think we should leave you two to talk about this," Leo told the others and led them somewhere else in the lair.

You and Mikey didn't move. He stood there starring at the floor while you were starring at him.

"So was what they were saying right? Do you have... feelings for me?"

"I... umm... yeah," Mikey told you, completely red in the face.

"Well that's good," you giggled.

"huh?"

"I do too."

[farfaras]

Steddie week. Day 7: Free space. 2.1k words. Ao3 link.

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I’m late but I really wanted to finish the week. So here it is! The last one!

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“What’s Eddie short for?” Steve asked Robin. They were on their break, now working at a record store after they got fired from Family Video for missing work too much.

“Why are you asking me?” She shot back. Steve simply shrugged. It honestly just occurred to him that he didn’t actually know if that was Eddie’s name or if it was a nickname.

“I was just thinking about it. You don’t know?”

“I have absolutely no idea.” That was disappointing. Robin seemed to be getting along with Eddie. Maybe they’re not that close. Would Dustin know? “You know, I think I asked him once.”

“Really? And what did he say?” She should’ve mentioned this first!

“I think he just started laughing and then deflected. Never answered me.” She stood up. They had to go back to work already. It was slow today, not much customers around so they kept chatting. “Why did you ask?”

“I don’t know.” Steve really was just curious. “We’ve all been friends for a while and I just realized we don’t actually know if ‘Eddie’ is short for anything.”

“He actually seems like the type of person to just be called ‘Eddie’. Like just ‘Eddie’, full stop.” Even if that’d be funny, it’s probably not it. “Anyway, just ask him.”

“Is that not weird?” He wondered.

“I asked him. He just didn’t tell me. Maybe you’d have more luck.” She smirked and it looked like she knew something he didn’t.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Maybe I will.”

“You’re the one who wants to know.”

“Do you think he didn’t tell you because the name’s embarrassing or something?”

“He’s done so much embarrassing stuff, his name can’t be that bad.”

—

The next time he saw Eddie was when they were playing DnD, at Steve’s house. For some reason Eddie managed to convince Steve that hosting their nerd game was a good idea. He was sure it was his puppy dog eyes. Steve was not immune to those. Robin took advantage of that, constantly.

Steve almost forgot that he was gonna ask Eddie, it was when everyone left and it was just the two of them that Steve remembered the question he had been meaning to ask.

“Hey, Eddie.” He called out to catch his attention.

“Yeah?” They sat down on the couch after cleaning up.

“Is your name short for anything?”

He did exactly what Robin said he did when she asked him. He just started laughing, out of nowhere. Steve didn’t understand what was so funny.

When Eddie stopped laughing, he let out a sigh. “Anyway, what movies do you have?”

“Wha– you’re changing the subject! Why?” Steve was starting to get suspicious now.

“Why do you ask, Steve?” Eddie looked at him.

“I was just curious.” It’s true, Steve was curious. But now it felt like his name was actually something embarrassing, because why else would he avoid answering it in the first place.

“Sureee.” Eddie did not believe him. “To answer your question. Yes, my name is short for something.” Steve figured.

“What is it?” It couldn’t be bad. Steve only knew a handful of names that could be nicknamed Eddie, and those weren’t that bad.

“Ha! I’m not telling you that.” Eddie joyfully replied.

“What– why not?”

“I have to keep the mystery going.” He explained, tone completely serious.

“You’re not mysterious.” Steve deadpanned.

“Shut up, I so am.” Eddie bit back.

“It takes like, one conversation with you to know that you’re not mysterious.” Steve said. It was true, Eddie might have the intimidating look going on, but it was easy to overlook it as soon as he opened his mouth.

Eddie glares at him. “Are you done?”

“You still haven’t answered!”

“‘Cuz I’m not gonna.” Eddie grinned, he was just enjoying having something that Steve wanted to know. “Maybe you can guess.”

“Ugh” Steve fell further into the couch. “I don’t feel like it.”

“Just because I’m a generous and giving person,” Steve perked, he didn’t know why he wanted to know so badly. Maybe so he could use it whenever he wanted to scold him like one of the kids. “I’ll make you a deal.” Disappointed, Steve sighed.

“What’s the deal?” He asked.

“If you guess it,” Eddie put his hand on his chin. “I’ll give you something, anything you want.”

“What? Like a prize for guessing your name?” Steve scoffed. “What am I? A dog?”

“So you don’t want anything?”

“That’s not what I said.” Steve had a feeling that making a deal with Eddie was like making a wish to a genie. Eh, he would still get something out of it. “Whatever, sure. It’s a deal.” He just had to start guessing, until he got it. Shouldn’t be that hard.

“If you say so.”

“Is it Edward?” He gave his first guess.

“Well, that’d be too obvious.” Steve still waited for an actual response. Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. Close, though.”

“Edison?”

“I’m so grateful it isn’t Edison.”

“Edmund?

“Oh god, they keep getting worse.”

“Yes or no?”

“No! Why would you think my name is Edmund? Do I look like an Edmund to you?” Eddie asked, scandalized.

Steve stayed quiet. “You want me to answer that?”

“Actually, let’s just watch a movie. That’s enough guesses for today.” Eddie went to shuffle through their options.

“I just started!” Steve protested. He should’ve known Eddie wasn’t gonna make it easy for him.

“I don’t feel like answering more. Try again later.”

Steve crossed his arms and pouted. When Eddie looked back at him, Steve stuck his tongue out, like a toddler. Eddie chuckled.

–

“Edwin?”

Eddie gave him a thumbs down.

–

“Edgar?”

Eddie spelled “no” with his fries. He proudly showed them to Steve.

Steve ate them.

–

“Edrian!”

“Where’d you even come up with that one?”

“I heard it somewhere.”

“Well, that’s not it.”

–

“Is it, like, just Ed or something?”

“Life would be easier.” Eddie dreamily looked to the sky. “So, no, it’s not.”

–

“I’m like, out of ideas, Robin.” Steve didn’t know whether to give up or look in the library.

“Maybe you need to look for obscure names, like really weird ones.” Robin made some hand gestures that he didn’t really know what they entailed.

—

“Can I get a hint?” Steve gave it his best shot at puppy dog eyes, he had big eyes, right?

Eddie wasn’t looking straight at him, he took one glance for like half a second and then decided to look forward. “I already did.”

“No.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “When?”

“With your first guess. I don’t think you need anything else.”

Steve let out a frustrated groan.

—

At the end, he didn’t guess shit.

Steve was dropping by some cookies he made, they were Eddie’s favorite. Steve wanted to improve some skills in the baking department, it was a win win. He got practice, Eddie got cookies. It didn’t mean anything else.

The government gave the Munsons a house after everything, it was on the outskirts of town. When he pulled up, he noticed that a letter had fallen down from the mailbox. When he picked it up he saw who it was addressed to.

Eduardo Munson.

There was no way.

Steve ran so fast his head almost clashed with the door. He knocked frantically. Eddie opened the door, Steve didn’t even wait to be invited in. He ran to the kitchen to set the cookies on the counter and raced back to where Eddie was.

“Your name is Eduardo?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “How’d you find that out?”

Steve just handed him the letter he found on the floor. Eddie’s mouth formed an ‘O’, but he didn’t say anything.

“Well?” Steve crossed his arms.

“I guess now you know.” Eddie opened the letter to read it, he made his way to the couch and sat down. Steve followed.

“Is that why you said I was close with the name Edward?” Steve didn’t know anyone named Eduardo. Well, he thought he didn’t.

“Eduardo is basically the same name, but in Spanish.” Eddie, no, Eduardo nodded.

“Why– who decided that was gonna be your name?” Did his parents just like Spanish, or something? Steve thought. He obviously didn’t say it.

“My mom. She was Mexican. This letter is from my grandma.”

“Oh. Is it…” Steve didn’t actually know where he was going with that.

“Most of my mom’s side lives in cali, or Mexico.”

Eddie had the letter opened on his lap, Steve peeked. He didn’t want to pry, it was just a quick glance. Even if he wanted to read anything though, he couldn’t.

“That is, fully in Spanish.” His face was a mix of confusion and shock.

“Uh huh.” Eddie was holding back laughter. “What about it?”

“You speak Spanish?!” At this point, he didn’t even care if he was being loud.

“My grandma calls me regularly, like, once a month. She doesn’t speak an ounce of English.” Eddie’s face was fond. That shouldn’t be as cute as it was.

Steve’s jaw was on the floor. Never once did he expect to learn all of this just because he wanted to know if the name “Eddie” was actually short for another name. Eddie reached out and closed his mouth. Steve took some time to get himself back together. He collected the cookies and brought them back for Eddie.

“So, I didn’t guess.”

“No.”

Steve sighed, forlorn. “So, deal’s off, I guess.”

“Mmhm.” Eddie was concentrating on the letter in front of him. Steve slapped his arm. “What was that for?”

“You can read that later. I brought you cookies.”

Eddie snatched them, he started almost inhaling them. Jesus Christ. “These are great.”

“Thanks.” Steve blushed.

After that they were content to just hang out, doing whatever. Eddie told him more about his mom’s side of the family. There were a lot of family members that Steve couldn’t keep track of. He talked more with his grandma, aunts and uncle. Steve found out that his mom taught him Spanish when he was little. When she died, and his dad ended up in prison, his closer relative was Wayne so he moved in with him. His mom’s family always kept in touch, though. The last time his grandma visited was before Christmas in 1985.

“Say something in Spanish.” Steve was surprised with himself for asking that. Where did that come from?

“What am I? Your personal clown?”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “It just hasn’t registered in my brain fully, that you speak Spanish. Maybe I have to hear it.” Steve tried. It was a cheap attempt at just wanting to hear it.

“What do you want me to say?” Eddie replied. Was he actually gonna do it?

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugged. An idea came to him, he straightened up. “What about the way your grandma greets you on the phone, or the way you answer?”

Eddie scrunched up his nose. Cute. “Ugh… she’s so mushy.”

“Now I have to hear it.” Steve clasped his hands together, battling his eyelashes.

Eddie just accepted defeat. “Fine!” He was now avoiding Steve’s eyes. “Whenever she calls she always starts with something like ‘¿Cómo está mi niño hermoso?’ Or she’d call me ‘mi vida’, or ‘mi cielo’. Honestly she calls me a lot of things.” Steve had no idea what that was, nor what it meant. But his eyes never left Eddie’s lips, not once. Hearing that was doing things to Steve. He suddenly felt hot.

“What does it mean?”

Eddie flushed red. He turned to Steve, eyes deadly serious. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh, but I really do.” Eddie shook his head no. “You have to tell me or else I’m just gonna start calling you that.” Eddie’s face was so funny, he looked scandalized at the possibility. “What was it again? Cie- cielo?”

Eddie swung his hands and arms around. “Stop! Don’t you dare continue.” Steve mimed zipping his mouth. “If you must know. She just asks how I am and she calls me her boy and other pet names.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, assessing him. “Is that the truth?” Eddie nodded. “I’ll accept that, for now.”

They spent the rest of the day watching tv. By the time Steve was leaving the sun was already setting. Eddie walked him to the door.

“What would you have asked for?” Eddie blurted. “If you had guessed my name.”

Steve glanced down at Eddie’s lips for the second time that day. He looked up at Eddie, even if they were almost the same height. Steve shrugged one shoulder. “I’m sure I would’ve come up with something.”

Steve leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“See you, Eduardo.”

He stepped outside and walked to his car. He heard a loud thumping noise coming from inside the house and chuckled to himself.

–

Bonus:

Steve: he speaks Spanish, Robin!

Robin: I heard you the first time, dingus.

Steve: I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.

Robin: *blank stare*

Steve: I can’t believe I have to date him.

Robin: you don’t have to.

Steve: no, no. I’m gonna.

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hey, i’m the anon who asked about headcanons! Sorry it took me so long to respond. Honestly, whatever works for you is perfectly okay with me! To be honest, i’m happy as long as i’m getting updates about the story because im so obsessed! It was just a suggestion, so don’t feel obligated to do anything because I know your pretty busy with writing already. Love you and mtry! 😘

hello again! okay there are some headcannons i have that im gonna save to reveal in-story cuz i think its more fun that way & i dont wanna spoil some cute future moments, but here are a few super unoriginal ones that i’ll put out there just for funsies

peter parker headcannons:

- took ballet classes as a kid but stopped cuz he got bullied for it

- has a very pretty singing voice but only sings seriously when he’s alone & doesn’t think anyone is listening cuz he shy boy (i somewhat stole this from tom holland)

- at some point in the future tony gifts him noise canceling headphones cuz he knows his enhanced senses can make him get overstimulated easily and they are LIFE-CHANGING

- on a similar note, going anywhere super loud is not fun for him (concerts, fireworks, large gatherings, etc)

- extra fast metabolism makes him CONSTANTLY hungry and it’s very difficult for him to ever feel full or put on weight

- his spider sense pretty much does give him super anxiety cuz it’s constantly warning him of every little potential danger around him

- is a nerd™ who loves dnd & other uber complicated tabletop games

- needs his daily sweet treat to survive

- prompt him with a science concept and he can ramble for HOURS

- has a tendency to get so absorbed in his studies / work / tinkering etc that hours will pass without him realizing and he needs to be snapped out of it; he very often falls asleep wherever he’s sitting

- big fan of animated shows (gravity falls, she-ra, the owl house, arcane, etc)

johnny storm headcannons:

- if anything remotely sad happens in a movie, tv show, commercial, etc you best believe he’ll be the first to burst into tears

- learned to cook from a very young age so he could take some of the responsibilities off sue’s shoulders and also make her nice meals

- journals all his thoughts and draws little pictures and hearts around the edges of each page

- HATES doctor visits or dealing with anything medical after the car wreck with his mom + all the tests that were run on him while in quarantine after the space mission

- for the things he’s confident in about himself, he’s SUPER confident in; but for the things he’s insecure about, he’s EXTREMELY insecure

- likes painting people’s nails (he’s pretty good at it since sue let him practice on her growing up) and paints his own pretty often

- has nightmares about burning the people he cares about often

- very active listener if he likes the person who’s speaking

- falls asleep to very obscure & specific asmr videos

- extremely good at remembering people’s birthdays, anniversaries, favorite things, interests, etc

- has no idea how to interact with babies / little kids

- f4 does fantasy football every year & he picks his team exclusively based on the players’ hotness

this was fun, thanks for the idea!!

[onestrangechild]

What your fav Legion says about you, from some nerd on an app

Ultramarines:

I like to think of you guys like Glock owners. Yes, on paper, you guys are the least creative but that means you guys are the most reliable. Guilliman was probably the best primarch to come back to the setting because he was the most stable, and it shows in his marines, who don’t have trauma for the sake of plot. You admire the other legions, but it’s the no nonsense approach they bring to battle that you respect the most.

For honor and glory.

Blood Angels:

You think Vampires are dope as Fuck, and you’re right. Your favorite TV show is probably season 1 of Netflix’s Castlevania (same) or HELLSING, and play the Vampire Counts in the Total War Warhammer games. You go into a seething rage at the merest mention of the WarMaster, and probably wanna rip Erebus’s hearts out and lay them before sanguinius’s feet. You’re probably a bit annoyed with people hiding their gear from you because they think you’re a Blood Raven, but you’ll forgive them in time.

Dark angels:

You think Medieval Knights are dope as Fuck, and you’re right. You dig the chivalry and honor they embody at all times, think dark green and gold looks drippy (it does), and think the Lion is an absolute badass (he is). You also probably grieved for what the honored 1st could’ve been before GW wrote them to all be paranoid douchebags, and can’t wait for the returned Lion to make some changes around his legion. Also, you’re extremely tone deaf, please learn to read the room yall

Salamanders:

OUT OF THE FIRE, AND UNTO THE ANVIL!

Whilst I’m more of a Blood Angel or Iron Hand myself, I have Immense respect for the sons of Vulkan. You think blacksmithing is cool as fuck and probably watch clips of Forged in Fire, or any of the various Blacksmith YouTubers there are. You also think Fire is cool, and think that Astartes should be nicer to Guardsmen in lore.

Imperial Fists:

As an Iron Warrior simp, suck my toes you Imperial Favorite. Now that that’s out of the way, the Imperial Fists is an entire legion of Engineers including you (probably). You think Emotions only make Simple things Complex and thus think as logically as life will let you, fair enough. Youre as tired of the “Imperial Fists are as cold as their home world” about as much as you are of Perturabo’s complaining, miss your genefather, and can feel the happy chemicals SURGING in your brain looking upon a reinforced defense manned by soldiers who’s only concern is holding the line.

Iron Hand:

As an Iron Hand myself, I know the “daddy issues” joke is fruit hanging lower than Ferrus Manus’s head rolling around on the floor, so I won’t. You’re a lot like an Imperial Fist, critically logical and as stalwart as Iron, but unlike imperial fists you’re allowed to have a personality! Unfortunately that Personality is tempered by a healthy dose of Trauma! Your hatred for the Emperor’s Children is just as violent as the Blood Angels and the Sons of Horus, and you pray Fulgrim gets a model so you can personally shoot him in the mouth.

White Scars:

You’re a vehicle guy, and you like going Fast. You also have a great appreciation for cultures like Feudal Japan, Ancient China, Mongolia, etc. idk what else to put here since I’ve never really… looked into their lore… (-(

Raven Guard:

You’re a quiet person, maybe you’re emo/punk, maybe you like dressing up gothic, but you’re definitely the quiet type. Whether that’s social anxiety or just a person of few words doesn’t matter too much, you vibe with the sad raven boys cuz they’re badasses. Unfortunately I cannot take those beaked helmets seriously.

Space Wolves:

I heard an explanation that I agree with once. You guys have such a rich history, a badass primarch that’s probably gonna return (eventually), and a very well developed Viking aesthetic that Is appreciated by those willing to dig into it… but to everyone on the outside you’re just a furry. And it’s kinda tragic…

Anyways, this is all just my opinion which means obviously this is Fact and should be Definitely taken as such

[durmom]

Its Useless

Part 3

Part 2⬇️

You meet in the garage an hour later. You're standing there taking in the impala as Dean and Sam walk in with their duffles. They grab your bags and throw them in the trunk.

“ You like her?” Dean asks making his way to the drivers side.k

“Love her, I’ve wanted this car forever.” you all get in the car, you take the back seat, you smiling like a nerd.

“You look like a dork.” Dean smiles at you through the rearview mirror.

“I'm just excited, imagine watching a show for years with your dream car and then being pulled to that universe and being in that car. Kinda like the mystery machine but ten times better.”

“Don't compare Baby to Fred’s dumbass mystery hippie van.”

“How dare I?” you roll your eyes and Sam laughs, “For real though this is insane, like actually being in the car, with you boys, on our way, to a hunt!”

“Slow down princess, you’re sounding like a huge nerd.”

“I am a huge nerd!” You sock him in the arm.

“She’s got you there.” Sam says.

The ride to Kentucky was pretty uneventful, you stopped at gas stations and diners. Now that your habits were revealed you were able to vape the whole way there without having to sneak around. You sat in the back listening to Deans music until you pulled into the motel around eleven pm. The motels did not look as nice in the show, the bedding, carpet, and walls had mysterious stains and there was mold in the bathroom.

“As glamorous as you thought princess?”

“Dean!” Sam nudges his brother, they were watching you walk around.

“I mean they don’t make the motels look this gross in the show, however I’ve stayed in a few motels so I came prepared.” You grab one of your bags pulling out fresh sheets, a blanket, your pillow, and your baby blanket.

“I was wondering why you had so much stuff.” Sam says.

“There's more where that came from.” You go to your second bag pulling out disinfectant wipes and spray. You pull off all the bedding from one of the beds. And start to make your new bed.

“Aw so you get this nice clean bed and we have to share this dump?” Dean whines gesturing to the bed.

“Dean, we've been doing it for years.”

“I know but look at it.” He gestures to your now freshly made bed.

“Yeah, we should've thought of that.”

“We also have to share a bed. How is that fair?” you hop on your bed stretching out, “Sucks to suck.” you laugh.

“Shut up, it's just cuz you're the only girl and we’re supposed to be ‘gentlemen’” he eyes Sam who clearly told him that you’d get your own bed.

“Again, sucks to suck.” You smile sitting up on your elbows.

“That's it.” Dean jumps on the bed tackling you, you wrestle around for a minute before ending in a fit of laughter.

“Fine, fine, we can all share one bed.” You laugh waving at Sam to join you and Dean. Sam raises an eyebrow, “Come on Sammy, you know you want to!” You tease further and he sighs before climbing on the bed next to Dean. You are all squished on a queen sized bed laughing hysterically.

“Come on guys I’m in the middle, give me some space!” Dean shoves you and Sam. Sam rolls off the bed while you grab onto Dean barely hanging on, your legs are now on the ground. Laughing so hard barely able to breath, “We are hanging on the edge! Lay on your side!” Sam pops up off the ground, “Yeah man I'm the biggest here!” You’re laughing so hard that when you stand up you start crossing your legs as hard as you can.

“I'm gonna pee!” You laugh which has the boys laughing even harder. You try to breathe and you get to a point where you can sprint to the bathroom and slam the door, “Holy shit!” you yell.

“Close one?” Sam asks, still recovering from laughing.

“Yes!” You call out. A minute later you come out, grab your pjs and bag to go change and get ready for bed. You come out in just a big t-shirt and socks, shut off the light, and turn on the bedside lamp.

“No pants?” Dean asks.

“No, and behave yourself, I'm basically wearing a dress.”

“I'm behaving!” Dean defends himself, “Sam we should change too.” They take turns in the bathroom. Sam comes out in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, while Dean comes out in a pair of black sweats and no shirt.

“Really Dean?” Sam asks, sitting on the bed.

“Hey she can wear no pants I can wear no shirt.” He shrugs and Sam just sighs annoyed with the both of you.

“Okay boys, if we are all sharing a bed for real we gotta figure this out.”

“I say me and Sammy on the ends because we are the biggest.” Dean votes.

“I agree.” Sam nods, not moving from his side. You sigh, “Fine, where's my blanket?” You start pulling up covers freaking out a bit as it was lost in the commotion.

“Right here Princess.” Dean lifts up your pillow.

“Ugh thank you.”

“Yeah after my last encounter with it I decided it was best to keep it safe.”

“Awww you big softie.” You tease crawling over him.

“You have a baby blanket?” Sam asks, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Yeah, got something to say about it?” you turn to him. Dean peaks his head over your shoulder and shrugs at Sam.

“No…”

“Good.” you lay back, Dean shut off the lights, “Goodnight boys.”

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight princess.”

The next day you wake up alone in the bed, you look at the clock on the nightstand 10:34. You lift your head up looking for a sign of the boys, you don't see them so you turn over and try to sleep again. That lasts five minutes before they walk in and Dean yells, “Rise and shine Princess!” You sit up as Sam sets a bag of food down. You run your hands through your hair and slide out of bed. They are both wearing their fbi suits. Damn.

“How’d yall sleep?” You ask taking a seat at the table.

“Like a baby.” Dean smiles, stuffing fries in his mouth.

“Shut up, you were complaining the whole drive.”

“Was not!”

“Yeah you were you said-“

“Boys.” You warn. They stop in their tracks before continuing to eat.

“I slept better than most nights. Got kicked a few times.” Sam makes eye contact with you.

“Oops.” You smile.

“Yeah I got smacked in the face! And you drool!” Dean says, taking a swig of his drink. He was somehow already done eating and you had just started.

“Hey! I move a lot and my medication makes me sleep good!” You throw a fry at him which he throws back, “yeah you were all up on me. I woke up with you laying on my chest!”

“Shut up you did not!”

“Did too! Tell her Sammy!” Both of you look to Sam who is mid-bite. He freezes, lowers his burger, “uh, you kinda were cuddling.”

“Shut up!” You shove Sam’s arm suddenly feeling all hot.

“Aw don’t worry Princess I won’t hold it against you.” He gives you a shit eating grin.

“Stopp!” You whine, “I wasn’t conscious! We aren’t that close.” You pout embarrassed.

“I’m just saying you weren’t cuddled up on Sammy.” He gets up patting your head.

“I normally sleep on that side!” The bathroom door clicks shut.

“Sorry y/n.” Sam peruses his lips.

“He’s an ass.” He laughs, “you’re telling me.”

“I just move a lot in my sleep!”

“I know, I believe you, I got the bruises to prove it.”

“You do not!” You hit him on the shoulder, he laughs.

“Ready to roll Sammy?” Dean comes out of the bathroom and grabs his jacket.

“Yep.” Sam pushes away from the table and stands up.

“Wait where are you going?” You look back and forth between them.

“The morgue, we wanna see the bodies just to be sure.” Dean looks at you.

“Can I come?”

“Princess you’re still in pjs.”

“Not for long if I can come.” You smile pleading with him. He sighs looking at Sam who just shrugs, “she doesn’t have any ids.”

“Yeah you don’t have any ids.” You huff thinking for a second, “I could be a student?” You stand up now playing with the top of the chair hoping Dean will say yes. You hear him sigh, “hurry go get changed.” You smile, “really?”

“Yes, hurry up before I change my mind.” You grab your bag and run to the bathroom. You throw on a pair of black dress pants that hug your ass and thighs. Then a white button down, you throw on a pair of black heeled boots and a claw clip in your hair. You grab your makeup bag to do it in the car.

“Okay I’m ready!” You say, almost sing, walking out of the bathroom.

“Wow look at you!”

“Thank you, thank you!” You do a little bow and follow the boys out to the car. They give you the rundown of how this normally goes but you pretending to be a student changes things. They tell you to just not say anything and follow their lead. You started to feel nervous as you walked towards the desk, behind the boys. They flash their badges before Dean speaks, “We are here to see the body of Chris Stein.”

“Um okay, the mortician isn't here right now so you're going to have to wait.” The receptionist says. He's a young man in his early twenties. He's small compared to the boys and clearly nervous.

“Come on man we’ve got to get back to the office so we kind of have to see it now.” Dean pleads, giving him that ‘give me what I want’ look.

“I- I don't know.” He looks between the boys at you and you give him a polite smile. “Isn't she too young to be an agent?” Great.

“She’s a student. She's following us today.” Sam gives a polite smile and the man looks at you again unsure, “A student?” You decide to step between the guys and talk to the receptionist directly, “Yes I'm at the FBI academy in Quantico. I am young, you’re right. I graduated highschool at sixteen and got into the academy at nineteen. I'm in my last year so this part of my field work. We do really have to get back, I have a flight in an hour to get back to school, you’d really be helping us out.” You smile again praying that this works.

“Okay, just make it quick.”

“Promise.” You give him a nod and follow the boys into the morgue. As soon as the door shuts the boys turn and Dean immediately asks, “Where did that come from?”

“I mean clearly he wasn't going to let us in so I lied.”

“Yeah but how did you know all that stuff about the academy?” Sam asks

“Another show I watch. I was also going to go into the FBI for a couple years and I figured that a girl would be able to convince him over you two goons.”

“Well it definitely worked Princess.”

“Okay let's see this body.” You clap your hands.

“Hold on, you’ve never seen a dead body, we want you to be prepared.” Sam says which makes you roll your eyes and laugh, “Sam I was a nurse i literally put people in body bags. Trust me I have seen a lot. I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He uncovers the body which is basically white. He's got poke marks all along his arm, clearly from some sort of blood draining. This you explain to the boys.

“How long has he been missing?” You are curious as to why they wouldn't keep him alive. Chris was clearly an athletic man, mid thirties, medium build so he would technically be able to feed a nest for at least two weeks.

“He was missing for two days before they found him in a ditch.” Sam informs you.

“Why wouldn't they keep him alive? He could feed a nest for a week minimum.”

“We don't know but they must have found a new victim.” this stumps you.

“Why hook him up to drain his blood if they only kept him two days? Why not just feed? Why go through the trouble?”

“Maybe harvesting it?” Dean suggests. This doesn't sit well with you.

“Maybe but why not just steal it from a blood bank? There's one down the road.”

“I mean plenty of vamps harvest from live humans.” Sam counters. They seem confused by your point. This is normal for them, many vamps will take someone, harvest their blood, then dump them. You know this, you’ve seen the show hundreds of times but the amount of track marks, and the fact all of his blood is drained something just doesn't seem right. They usually keep a victim for a lot longer than two days and sometimes they even turn them at the end. You don't even remember this specific case in an episode so you have no clue what you’re walking into. You sigh frustrated, “Somethings just not right I'm telling you.”

“I mean we believe you, I just don't get what you’re seeing.” Sam says in his most reassuring voice.

“I'm sure we’ll figure it out but we should go.” you say looking at the time. You follow the boys out and thank the receptionist on your way out. When you get into the Impala you ask for Sam's notes on the case. Two bodies, one, Alexis Santon, was found a week ago, she had been missing for two weeks then Chris Stein who went missing three days ago and was found yesterday. Why would they keep the girl for two weeks and him only for two days. Looking at pictures of them Alexis was a cute girl but small. According to the family she wasn’t overly athletic, she would go to school then work and home. She didn't have many friends so she wasn't out much, she just vanished. They reported her missing after she didn't come home from work. They must have grabbed her from the parking lot. Chris on the other hand was medium build, marathon runner, didn't smoke, drink, and was very social. He was an accountant and was reported missing when he didn't show up for work. His apartment had been trashed, probably where they got him. What is going on?

“Everything okay princess?” He looks at you through the rearview mirror, you must have looked stressed.

“I just don't get it. Why keep Alexis for two weeks and Chris for two days? I mean objectively Chris would have better blood.”

“I don't know. We will find out princess, we just have to find the nest.”

“How many vamps are usually in a nest?”

“Like this? Most i've seen is ten.” That confirms what you thought. You knew most hunted in nests of 8-10 sometimes smaller.

“How many people have gone missing in the last year?” You ask.

“One hundred and twenty three.” Sam says.

“Isn't that a lot for one city?”

“Not really, we are right outside of louisville. Most people live outside of the city.”

“Hmm.”

“Whatcha getting at princess?”

“One hundred and twenty three people have gone missing in one city and only two have turned up and they've only been missing two weeks and in Chris’s case two days.”

“So?” Dean asks. You huff, he's not getting the point.

“What she's saying is there is something much bigger going on. A hundred people have gone missing, we can't say our vamps have done all of them but a majority, and only two victims have shown up. So where's the rest?”

“Exactly, so Alexis and Chris were some sort of mistake on the nests part. They either weren't meant to be killed, or weren't meant to be found. If one hundred people have gone missing in the last year and lets say we say our vamps were responsible for 50 of them and they can feed off of one person for around two weeks right?”

“Right.” Dean nods following along.

“If they took one person, fed off of them until they couldn't, then found a new person, fifty people would last them one hundred weeks, for a standard nest, fifty people can last them almost two years but they have gone through probably a hundred in a year.”

“So….”

“So, this is either a massive nest, or a bigger scheme.”

“Like what?” Deans eyes widen.

“Trafficking.” You make eye contact, suddenly feeling the weight of your words. Hundreds, and more could be in a massive vampire trafficking ring.

“Shit.” Dean says as you pull into the motel. You all hop out of the car and when you get into the motel you all immediately start researching, you however don’t exactly know what to look for so you ask.

“Look into any missing persons case in the last year, see if anyone stands out. Me and Dean will then go interview the families. Clearly they are in this town so I'm going to look for any vacant lots where they could be hiding.”

“Okay, look at warehouses too. If it is what we are thinking they’d need a lot of space.” Ensues a couple hours of research before you and Dean decide to go and get food. You’re quiet the entire drive. On the way back Dean asks, “what's going on inside that head Princess?”

You take a deep breath, “Its just… Its just knowing what these people are going through and being in the middle of it is very different than watching it through a screen.”

“Yeah I know, just know we are doing everything we can.”

“I know. Its just in my world this is all fake, I never even thought about it being real. Its sad.”

“Thats why I didn't want you here.”

“What do you mean?” He contemplates for a moment, “ The night you got here Amara came to me in a dream. She said you were going to teach me what I needed most. That you were the greatest gift she could give me. That… that bothered me. She took a girl, an innocent girl, from her home and brought her into this fucked up life that I dont want anyone to be apart of. Its hard, sad, and dangerous, and here you are. No hunting experience, I mean you said that you have never even shot a gun and now you’re supposed to just hunt with me and Sam? Why would I want that for you?”

“I'm not so innocent Dean, there's stuff I haven't told you boys yet and you're right it is hard and sad. But with you boys with me it makes it easier. I always prayed to live this life. I know it sounds dumb but I was lonely, I had no one back home. Last night… last night was the first time I haven't slept alone in four years. I know its dangerous but I know you boys have my back and I could ask to go through this with anyone else. You boys are the best at what you do and I believe in you.” You sit in silence for a minute taking in what eachother had said. You speak again, “So you didn't want me here to protect me?”

“Yes.”

“Classic Dean.” you laugh.

“Whats that supposed to mean?”

“You always want to protect everyone, a quality I like about you, but you don't think about what the other person wants or needs. I mean since I was thirteen I wanted to live this life and I have been happier these last few weeks then I have been in years. Genuinely you boys saved my life. I mean back when I watched the show and even now. I wanted, hell needed, to be here. Its nice to know you didn't want me here for my safety though.”

“I guess it just felt like Amara didn’t give me a choice, that you’d be another responsibility.”

“Well Dean, we are responsible for each other because we care. I'm responsible for you and Sam, not just myself. That doesn’t mean it's a burden, it is a gift to care for others. And just you wait Dean, there's plenty more responsibility coming.”

“What do you mean?” His eyes widen.

“Good responsibility Dean, remember it means you have more people you care about.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way. I guess it is a good thing.”

“Just another teaching from y/n y/l/n you're welcome.” You smile at him and he laughs, “Well thank you princess.” As you pull into the motel you both have smiles on your face, which is nice compared to the stressful frowns you both had most of the day.

When you walk into the room you see Sam crashed on a pile of books. You shush Dean before grabbing random items in the room and stacking them on Sam. Once you have a good stack you go to the door, open it, then slam it as hard as you can. This startles Sam and he jumps up grabbing at random items as you and Dean laugh.

“Little tired there bud?” You ask joining him at the table. You grab the bag from Dean and start to set out the food. Sam yawns before answering, “Yeah, reading always puts me to sleep.”

“Well did you find anything?” you ask as you unwrap your tacos.

“Uhh.. yeah. Um, a warehouse ten minutes from here was abandoned before being bought by a Tom Woodruff who hasn't done anything with it. He is a loner type, no family. He popped up in town two years ago, his only public records are drunk and disorderlies for fighting in bars.”

“Could be our guy.” Dean says as he’s in the middle of stuffing his face.

“Yeah we should find him and check out the warehouse.” you suggest.

“No, me and Sammy will find him and check out the warehouse. You stay here.”

“Come on Dean, it's just interrogation and looking at a building.” You plead.

“No, it's a possible interaction with a vamp.” You groan, “How am I supposed to learn if I can’t do anything?”

“Hey we said you could come as long as you listened to us. This is your first hunt. I don't want to throw you in the deep end.”

“Fine.” you whine. That was the end of it, you spent the rest of the night helping them prep for tomorrow. After you took turns showering then all climbed into bed. Sam turned away facing the wall, you decided to turn and face Dean who surprised you by facing towards you. You stared at each other for a while, taking in each other’s facial features. After a few minutes Dean put his arm under your pillow, around you, then turned on his back and pulled you close to him. He whispered in your ear, “I won't let you sleep alone ever again Princess.” you smiled up at him and he kissed the top of your head before you fell asleep.

The next morning you wake up and shockingly the boys are still in bed next to you. You are still wrapped in Dean's arms, you prop yourself up to look at the time. 6:47 it reads. Dean turns on his side using his arm under you to pull you closer. He wraps his other arm around you groaning so you lay back down and he pulls you under his chin. You lie awake for a while just thinking about the past few weeks. Everything has moved so fast and so slow. The first few weeks you spent just training and learning how to use weapons. Now finally you were on a hunt and couldn’t help. And Dean. What the fuck is going on there. I mean suddenly you all are buddy buddy and cuddling. I mean Sam is right there. You all are sharing a bed, is it that weird? I should probably wake them up. You shake Dean and he jolts up seeing you and he calms down. He props himself up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, “what’s up princess?” He yawns and you giggle.

“You boys have work to do.” He groans and lays back on the bed, “Come on Dean, Wake up.” You shake the bed with your hands. You turn over and shake Sam who also jolts up and ends up on the ground. You laugh and crawl to the end of the bed looking down at him. He is just laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

“Contemplating life there buddy?”

“Yeah just wondering how my life led to sharing a bed with a bunch of assholes.”

“I don’t know who you’ve been sleeping with. There’s no assholes here.”

“I’m looking at one.” He makes eye contact with you straight faced for a few seconds before laughing. You turn over and see Dean sleeping again so you stand up and jump on the bed until he wakes up.

“How do you have so much energy?”

“Just excited to be alive!” You yell. They both groan and get up. You spend the morning taking turns in the bathroom. They change into their suits and you put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. They tell you they are going to the bar where Tom usually hangs out then to the warehouse. You tell them to keep you updated. By the time they leave it’s 10:30. You decide to hit thrift stores and walk around a few stores. The boys had given you one of their cards that Charlie had made so for once you didn’t have to worry about prices and could get what you wanted which wasn’t much. You unfortunately had to walk everywhere so you were out most of the day. Once it hit two you were walking back to the motel when Sam called you.

“Hey y/n we are heading to the warehouse now.”

“Did you find Tom?”

“No but the bartender and servers said he’s been coming around for two years and started bringing around a group of sketchy people. They said they would get riled up there frequently and were kicked out most nights.”

“Why not bar them?”

“They tip well apparently.”

“Hm, well be safe.”

“You too.” And he hung up. It bothered you that you weren’t there helping. You texted Sam back asking for the warehouse address just in case. The warehouse was about ten minutes away from the motel. Dean texts you at three saying they were getting food then heading to the warehouse. You sit around the motel, watching tv and doing some skin care. Once your episode ends you realize you're hungry, looking at the time you realize it's seven.

“Shit!” Frantically you look around for your phone, seeing no text from either of the boys you start to call both of them. After three missed calls to each of them you order an uber that will be there in ten minutes. You quickly change from your baggy t-shirt to leggings and a tight long sleeve shirt. You grab your jacket and throw your phone and pocket knife in there. Fully banking on the impala being unlocked, you have no weapons. The uber pulls up and you give him directions, having him drop you off on the side of the road two minutes away from the warehouse, of course he gives you a weird look. As you jog you're looking for the impala. Luckily she’s parked off a side road right by the warehouse. Thank god, the window is rolled down so you reach in and unlock the car. Once you pop the trunk you grab a gun, machete, and you find some dead man's blood. Thinking for a second you open the jar and pour blood on the machete. As you approach the warehouse, nerves settle in, you can hear the cries for help. This is my first hunt, and I’m alone, about to face a shit ton of vamps, fuck. You find a door, when you walk in you see all the cells, a couple vamps, headless. Scanning the room you confirm it's safe to move. People push against the cell, watching you, crying for help.

“Shhhh,” You shush them, “I am here to help, I promise, I just need to find my friends.”

“Over there.” A girl says, you whip around looking for the voice but you see people pointing to the big door at the other end of the room.

“I will be back for you I promise.” You jog to the door, slowly opening it you peek in. Four vamps, three girls, one guy. I can do this. You tighten your grip on the machete and fully open the door.

“Hello.” you smile as they whip around to face you. They immediately show their teeth and attack. Quickly you run to the side of the room escaping the four of them, they turn and try to attack again. Two of the girls reach you first, you raise the blade and cut off the first girl's head, blood splatters on your face. The second girl shoves you pushing you against a wall, you knee her in the crotch and she doubles over, and there goes her head. By that time the other girl and the man reach you. They stare for a moment.

“Come on.” You urge them, the man attacks first throwing a punch which you dodge, you duck under his arm and are now facing his back, quickly you take off his head. The girl attacks you from behind at that moment, as she is hanging on your back, you spin around struggling, your blade falls to the ground. You are grabbing at her hair, yanking, she's trying to bite you. Her nails are digging at your chest, probably leaving marks. After about a minute of struggle you grab her arm and fling your body forward, flipping her over. You can hear the crunch of her spine as she hits the ground, acting quickly you grab your machete and straddle her hips, you hold the machete, as you push down she holds her hands up pushing back on the blade. As it cuts into her skin she screams, the dead man's blood, and weakens, allowing you to decapitate. You stand up stumbling, exhausted, breathing heavily. Looking around you see another door, you take a second to catch your breath before opening the door.

In the center of the room is Sam and Dean tied in chairs, back to back. Their blood is draining, both are passed out. Two vamps in the corner of the room, they again flash their teeth and attack. You stab the first one in the abdomen and the other grabs your hair yanking you back. The first vamp screams in pain and doubles over. The second vamp has you pushed up against the wall choking you out. You struggle, gasping for air, he smiles at you, realizing he is going to bite you. You move your hands from his wrists and grab at his face, pushing your thumbs into his eyes. He backs off and you fall to the ground. It takes about twenty seconds before you can move again and at that time so can he, you bolt towards your machete still in the first vamps stomach, and he bolts towards you. You just make it to the vamp grabbing the handle as the second guy reaches you pulling your hair again. Tightening your grip on the handle you pull it out of the first vamp who now is looking very sickly, blabbering. As you stumble backwards you adjust your grip on the weapon and decide you twist your body to face him, your hair is pulling so tight that you groan in pain but you persevere slashing his leg. He groans and lets go of your hair allowing you to kill the last vamp of the night. You hyperventilate trying to get oxygen back in your lungs. A few minutes pass before you remember Sam and Dean. Rushing to their sides you rip out the needle from their arm, trying to shake Sam first. His head rolls side to side trying to gain consciousness. After shaking him again you rub his arms, hands, head, trying to get him to wake up. You hold his face in your hands and say his name over and over. After five minutes of trying he finally whispers your name.

“Yes! Yes, Sammy it's me, y/n”

“Y/n?” His head lifts and he squints at you.

“Come on Sam, we gotta get Dean.” You work on untying his binds, groggily he gets up almost falling over so you grab onto him to help. He’s looking around the room taking in the sight.

“Wha-who-how…” He trails off not knowing what to ask.

“I’ll tell you later, you’ve lost a lot of blood. We have to get Dean and go.” he nods and you both untie Dean and take a side. You drag him out back through both doors and once the victims in the cell see you they start crying for help again.

“Sam, you got him?” He nods and takes his brother and basically limps out.

“I'm going to get you guys out. Do you guys know where the keys are?” You look around spinning in circles as all hands point to a tool box sitting on a tool drawer. Looking at the box you can see it's locked too, the box is plastic so you slam it on the ground a couple of times before it cracks open just enough. Once you have the keys you go one by one unlocking about fifty cells. Everyone just stands in the center of the room, not knowing what to do. Once the last cell is unlocked you look at them. All you see is the faces of the missing persons you looked through. Some of them are in better shape than others. They all have track marks down their arms, are barefoot, and in basically prison uniforms.

“Okay.” You rub your forehead trying to think, “Okay, The town is ten minutes away from here, I am going to call the cops and they are going to come and help, okay?”

“What about you?” a voice asks.

“Right, exactly. So like I said I am going to get the police here, who will get you home. I want you guys to get outside so you don't have to be here any longer. For me, all I ask is please do not tell the police about me and my friends, do not give descriptions. You all have seen these things, they are monsters. Me and my friends, we kill monsters. But to the police, we look bad. So please, please, don't mention us.” You plead with the crowd, you hear a couple murmurs before someone asks, “So what do we say?”

“Just say it was dark, someone came in and killed all these people and freed you but that they left before you could see them. Can you do that?” You hear sounds of agreements.

“Thank you I appreciate it, I am going to get my friends to the car and call the police.” You walk to the door and open it before you turn back to them, “I am praying for all of you.”

“God is real?” A man at the front of the crowd asks. You can tell he is shocked by all the new information of monsters in the world.

“Very.” You smile before nodding and walking out, being sure to leave the door open.

As you walk down the dirt path to the main road you keep your eyes out for any sign of the boys, Sam was barely awake. Low and behold about a hundred yards from the impala lies Sam and Dean. You rush over to them checking for a pulse, both alive. You quickly call the police saying you found a bunch of dead bodies at the address and hang up. Taking a big sigh you grab Sam under his arms dragging him to the door. Next you pat Dean down looking for the keys he groans a bit, his eyes open and he gives you a goofy smile, “Straight to third base there, princess?” you laugh, “Oh of course.” His eyes shut again but a slight smile remains. Once you find his keys you go back to Sam, as you open the doors you see the police fly by. It takes about five minutes of pulling, pushing, and shoving Sam into the backseat. For like the fifth time of the night you try to catch your breath before moving to Dean. Dean took about three minutes to get into the front seat, he kept coming in and out of consciousness so he would help briefly. You got into the driver's seat and started her up, Holy shit I'm about to drive baby. You cannot contain your excitement as you smile from ear to ear. Once you hit the road you turn on Deans music and sing along, happy with today. Once you pulled into the motel, you left the boys in the car, took a brief shower, changed, and packed all of your belongings, then checked out. When you get back to the car the boys are still passed out, they lost a lot of blood, their bodies need to be repaired. Again you have to feel Dean up for his phone. Luckily there's no password and you can dig for the bunkers address, unfortunately you did see some things you didn't exactly want to see.

About five hours into the drive Dean stretches awake.

“Good morning!” You smile at him, he looks around confused.

“What are you doing driving my car?”

“Saving our asses.” He sits up in the seat, turning off your music, you had stopped at a gas station and got an FM transmitter to plug into the cigarette lighter which he had now pulled out. No way you were listening to all rock for hours on end.

“What the hell is this?”

“An FM transmitter.”

“A what?” He looks it over.

“So I can play my own music.” He looks at you offended before rolling down the window and throwing it out.

“Hey!” He rolls the window back up.

“No additions to my baby without my permission.”

“Its not an addition Dean, it can be taken in an out.”

“Doesn't matter. My car, my music.”

“I thought it was ‘driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’?” He just looks at you confused before looking back toward the road, he sees a gas station and tells you to pull over.

“Get out.” He demands the second you pull in. You turn off the car and get out, at that point he is on the drivers side and ripping the keys out of your hand.

“Hey!” you yell at him.

He gets in your face pushing you against the car, you can smell the sweat and blood from his flannel, his eyes look hard, angry, “What are you doing?” you ask nervously, almost scared. His eyes close and he sighs taking a step back from you.

“Get in the car.” You rubberneck him as you walk to the passenger side. Dean stands outside the car for a couple minutes while you sit in the car watching him.

“What’s going on?” You ask the second he gets in.

“Nothing.”

“No, what was that?”

“Nothing!” He slams his hands on the wheel before staring at you.

“Watch your tone. I just saved you and Sam’s life and the second you wake up you're mad at me for what?”

He sighs, “I dont know.”

“Thats not an answer.”

“y/n..” he pauses and hangs his head down before looking back up at you, “ I don't know.”

“Well I think you better figure it out because all I know is I went through my first hunt alone, saved your dumbasses, saved all those people and then had to get you and Sam in the car and drove for five hours with no sleep. I think I deserve a thank you.”

“Thank you.” He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze before starting the engine and taking off. About an hour of silence goes by before he asks, “So how’d you do it?”

You laugh, “ Once I realized a couple of hours went by I went to the warehouse, got weapons, thank you for leaving the window down by the way. I got into the warehouse and yanno just took down a few vamps solo then rescued you boys. Sam actually woke up and got you almost to baby before collapsing. Shoving Sam in the back was SO hard.”

“I bet.” He laughs.

“Yeah then you kept coming in and out but helped me get you into the car.”

“So how do you feel?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you just did your first hunt, killed someone.”

You chuckle, “I mean I feel great. I saved fifty people. Well fifty-two including you two.”

“Are you hurt?” His eyes widen realizing he never checked.

“Shockingly no, just a couple of bruises and a bald spot.”

“A what?”

“Oh yanno a vamp yanked some hair out but I killed them so we are even.”

“I guess…” he laughs again, “you are one crazy chick.”

“I know.” You smile. He asks for specifics at that point how you killed them, impressed with the machete dunked in blood, how you got those people out. You relay all of this to him before Sam wakes up and you have to tell it all over again.

“Thank you y/n” Sam says genuinely resting a hand on you shoulder.

“I’d do it a thousand times over. But what happened to you boys?”

“Well we went in there, from the opposite side, took on about twenty vamps before they got us.” Dean explains very briefly.

“And?”

“And, they drained our blood. They told us that the reason we found them was because they turned a kid and he was overcome by hunger that he couldn't stop, so he killed Alexis. Then Chris and that's when the vamps took the kid out.”

“A kid?”

“He was twelve.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” Dean sighs.

“So were they trafficking them?” You turn in your seat to face Sam.

“Yeah, theres three other locations.”

“We’re going to take them down right?” You ask hopefully, disturbed by this new information.

“Of course we will y/n.”

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2 - 71 The Publishing House Murder

I have good news - the situation is over, and I'm safe again. I wouldn't have made it through without Raven and Space, you are lifesavers <3

And with that, I can reactivate DeviantArt shortly!

Omg omg apricot!!! This fluffy bubu appeared to me in a dream! He is a clockwork owl, the gears around his eyes turn every second. He's just a nerd with no bad intentions (aside from the occasional murder), and his catchphrase is "That's Actuary very interesting." (And insisting that his name is pronounced Aypricot.)

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino is struggling to remember the last time he smiled. He drags himself to the nearest place affiliated with Logico. He’s lost all his hope. So has Logico. Irratino is just trying to break the news to everybody at this point.

Chalk isn’t at the publisher’s at the moment. Irratino can tell because there’s a card on his desk that says ‘Out’ alongside a bunch of elegant squiggles. There is Dr. Seashell hovering over his desk, though.

SEASHELL: Who, me? Oh… I-I’m not… uh… who, me? INK: Move it. Hey, Irratino.  IRRATINO: I-Ink, I… STEEL: EW EW EW WHAT IS THAAAAAAT!!!

She points to a human on the floor that’s been sawed in half or something.

IRRATINO: Why… is she- IVORY: UGH! I knew you’d be like this. We tried to FORCE her to replace APPLEGREEN! INK: And look how well it’s turning out. STEEL: No no guys! I swear, I’m good now! IVORY: Then don’t call me a GUY!

Irratino so badly tries to break from his depression.

IRRATINO: What’s… everyone’s… favorite… author? SEASHELL: I’m a HUGE fan of Philosopher Bone!

Irratino shoves a giant orange snout out of his face.

IRRATINO: That’s… a red flag. SEASHELL: HAHAHHAAHA! Ahh- <3

Was he always this much of a flirt? 

IVORY: Oh my god. OH MY GOD. MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS OBVIOUSLY DAME OBSIDIAN!!! INK: Jesus, Iv- IVORY: I literally FORCED MYSELF to become left-handed to MATCH HER. STEEL: And I… LOVE DEDUCTIVE LOGICO’S BOOK. I thought I wouldn’t, because, you know, I hate him, but the book is just SOOO well-written and it makes me think about myself!  IRRATINO: Logico’s gone. STEEL: Don’t be stupid! He’s not ‘gONE’!

Ivory gets in Ink’s face.

IVORY: What book do YOU like. INK: I like Gainsboro… his work. His work. His book. Look, I need to work on vertical integration. 

She summons Irratino down to the basement with her. She grabs his hands.

INK: Irratino. You can’t give up now. He’s still out there. He needs you. IRRATINO: It’s been so long… I can’t… keep going like this! I haven’t slept, I haven’t eaten, I… I don’t know what to do. He’ll never forgive me.

Ink hands him Murdle (the book). And he does what he does best… he closes his eyes, flips to a random page, and AGGRESSIVELY points to something random… which happens to be Philosopher Bone. Where did he hear that name before?

He runs upstairs and tackles Seashell.

IVORY: Bruh, what is wrong with you? He didn’t even do it! IRRATINO: Does that mean you know who did? IVORY: Uh… STEEL: Girl, I TRUSTED you! SEASHELL: Why does this have to involve killing me… IVORY: Look! He trespassed. He had a MANUSCRIPT. I had to kill him. That’s just our company policy! LOOOK!!!

She shows off a piece of paper that’s just a bunch of transactions for NSFW books.

IRRATINO: …Right. IVORY: OH MY GOD, THIS ISN’T MINE, THIS ISN’T MINE!!! [runs away screaming and bawling]

Irratino doesn’t want to go back out on his own, but he has to find Logico or die trying. There are no other options.

The end!

Was that two ships confirmed in one episode?!/j

I wish the cartoon was real, especially cuz there are a lot of details that aren't really apparent otherwise (like the fact that Irratino actually hasn't smiled in several episodes), especially in body language. I've put a lot of thought into the way they all move

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

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Thank you so much for hosting the writing workshop! It was so helpful and informative. And I love that you’ve created such a welcoming and safe space for everyone especially those of us who can’t write😂 Also I’m eternally grateful for the pray what you can fee structure. I’ve wanted to join a workshop for a really long time but never have the kind of money these things usually cost. Thank you again and I look forward to our next meeting!

PS I also joined cuz I love your writing and your posts on here🙈

@thegreenkid2 Come here you sweetheart!

You are SO welcome, and I'm glad that you enjoyed the short story workshop! 💖

However, I refuse to let you talk bad about one of my beloved workshop attendees by saying you "can't write"... you can and I will be here to read anything, anytime you're comfortable sharing it. I cannot wait to see what you make and I'm cheering you on from here!! 🙌

I'm also honored that you like my writing and wanted to spend part of your day listening to me ramble 😂 You got a front-row seat to the fact that I am a massive nerd and that I will not shut up once you get me started on a topic I love. 🤓

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The Team; Introduction

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Events and Logistics Team

Meet the Heads:

Annesha B Bhuyan

Hey kids! This is Annesha, but I prefer going by Lishahahaha—because why not throw in a little laughter every time you say my name? I’m a self-proclaimed book nerd, who's always got her hands full. When I’m not lost in pages, I’m blasting Taylor Swift and decoding every lyric like it’s poetry. Oh, and I have a special talent for annoying Sunshine with endless belly rubs and random chatter—pretty sure she secretly loves it!

When I’m not off daydreaming or faking focus in my Political Science classes (guilty!), you’ll catch me hanging out with my friends at the exhi, happily scarfing down Veni Aunty’s Sambar rice. Oh, and of course, I’m always yapping away, keeping my friends entertained. Honestly, what would they do without me? *sighs* *giggles*

I wouldn’t call writing my superpower, but you’ll always find me scribbling random thoughts about some faraway muse. Whether it’s a quirky metaphor, a plot twist that sneaks up on you, or a Tay Swift lyric that hits a little too close to home, words have a way of capturing me. And honestly, I’m constantly in a state of monologue—like I’m the lead in my own indie film, narrating life with those 2 AM thoughts that make you laugh so hard you snort.

At first glance, I might seem a bit standoffish or unapproachable—just a façade to keep the world at a distance. But underneath that, I’m all about diving into conversations about books and soul-piercing quotes. Cuz, this is just me trying <3

[Read Annesha's piece here]

Avantika Kumari

Hi, I’m Avantika, a third-year Sociology Honors student with a passion for creativity and storytelling. I love expressing myself through writing, capturing fleeting moments through photography, and turning even the most serious situations into something lighthearted. I also enjoy experimenting in the kitchen, blending flavors with kindness and creativity. Whether it's through words, images, or shared laughter, I strive to find beauty in the ordinary and make every experience a little more joyful.

[Read Avantika's piece here]

Meet the Sub-Head:

Athira

“She doesn't exist! She never existed!”

Athira is a person who loves to wander and express in the empty silences of everyday life. She is not a writer but finds writing to be the only and most honest medium of communication for her. Her favorite themes to write about include love, light/darkness, contradictions, human existence and experiences of all kinds.

She appreciates the color white, and happens to delude herself every once in a while about how everything in this world belongs to the abyss of white hues. However, the white color that she extensively talks about isn't the dye that colors us, but the color that leaves us colorless.

Lost in the multiple realities of her dreams, the only place you can find her is the space in which she interacts with music. Recently, she seems to be quite interested in listening to songs composed by Coke Studio Pakistan.

Flowers, flowers, flowers all around! Athira is in love with flowers, floral scents, and ornamental gardens. She secretly wishes to be a plant in another life, and keeps saying how plants are superior to beings with their beginning and ending quite inexpressible in all ways.

Oh, I didn't tell you my relationship with this nobody! She seeks me at night, as an attempt to heal her ‘confusing’ thoughts, herself or something beyond her understanding. Initially, I thought she considered me as a way to negate reality, making me quite displeased with her. But, soon I realized that I happen to be the only way through which she can transcend her nightmares, and express herself in the most honest way. So, whether it's blurting out random stuff, questioning ideas of all kinds or penning down her innermost thoughts or dreams, I am always by her side. Moreover, with her I am no longer a string of letters but a meaningful moment that spends time with her as her lover, her childhood friend, her lost dream, and a lot of other characters that seem to identify Athira in different spaces and time. I am her collection of words!

Adding some facts to bring Athira to the space of reality…

She is a third year Journalism (Hons.) student trying to figure out the purpose of her life/life in general while wondering about her new travel destination/career. Her favorite pastime activity is looking up at the sky, and wondering where ‘that flight is going’.

She wishes to take off and fly to a home that feels like roses that bloom in December.

[Read Athira's piece here]

[m-e-w-666]

i’m making a call out post cuz literally @autumn-space-bunnies has no business going around looking so pretty all the goddamn time doesn’t it get exhausting. with those infuriating perfect pink curls and shit like what the fuck and why the fuck would you even go around having pretty hands like that who asked for you to have an amazing personality you nerd

[vxmpyrate]

intro post to vxmp-irate’s blog !!

my name is aster :3

18, bigender + queer, he/she pronouns

i like to post fanart and oc art, also i love to write so occasionally i’ll post something that has to do with my writing

i use procreate for my art, and i often use mellon_soup as a reference for poses, but all art is my own

socials -

instagram: vxmpyrate (art)

tiktok: vxmpyrate (edits and art)

twt: vxmpyrate (random - sometimes art)

pinterest: astirial (some art and boards)

ao3: vxmpirate (a few fics)

fandoms i’m in

VLD

gravity falls

hermitcraft/life series

OFMD

deltarune/undertale

the hunger games

a bunch of random animanga

also mxtx

if you’re in these fandoms pls interact !

about my characters…

i have a handful of ocs, and i love them all so dearly so here’s a bit about them:

z - he/him pronouns, bisexual, my persona, and a huge asshole but he’s the oc i draw the most so i love him heart, always bleeding out of his mouth cuz hes dumb and gets in fights, also self proclaimed midwestern emo

axel - z’s boyfriend, he/they pronouns, gay, huge space nerd and obsessed with the past (he strictly listens to pre-2010 music)

phoebe - she/they pronouns, bisexual, blonde, also kinda a persona (but in a “omg shes so me” way, not in a “i designed her to be me” way), she’s super into early 2000s culture, a bit of a y2k baddie

vix - they/she/he pronouns, lesbian, phoebe’s dumbass girlfriend, punk and goth, he is a musician!

jesse - they/he pronouns, unlabeled icon, designed them as a character for a school assignment and ran with it, they cover their fucked-upness with humor, originally designed as a phoenix shapeshifter, but the idea was scrapped

juniper - he/she pronouns, also unlabeled lol, jesse’s partner, my final of the persona ocs, i use juniper whenever i am making a self insert oc for something, and she started off as a kitsune shapeshifter (idea was scrapped)

and lastly, i have a story about characters who are given special powers through their birthstones. i’ve had the story for a while, but the characters are really really important to me and my art, so i draw them a lot. here’s just a small description of all of them:

noé, garnet, they/them

zoey, amethyst, she/they

jade, aquamarine, she/her

damien, diamond, he/him

emery, emerald, they/them

garret, pearl, he/they

lucy, ruby, she/he

liam, peridot, he/him

erik, sapphire, he/him

ophelia, opal, he/she/they

cecile, citrine, she/her

sophia, topaz, she/her

- i tend to refer to them as the names of their birthstones (ex. i call lucy ‘ruby’ way more than i call her lucy) but their birth names are all still used in the canon story i have set for them

closing thoughts

if you like my art, and are interested in any of the fandoms im in, or in any of my characters, feel free to follow me ^_^ i’ll be posting way more than i have in the past (which is.. never) and i’m so excited to be sharing my art with all of you

i do art as a hobby, but it really really helps me express my thoughts and joys and its a great way for me to share my interests, so i’m really looking forward to this blog

ok bye!

[sainamoonshine]

Okay guys I need some help worldbuilding

So I have this modern fantasy world, right, and it’s populated by your standard fantasy races — elves, humans, dwarves, etc. Plus something like tieflings but named something else cuz I’m not sure if wizards of the coast owns that word or what.

So far, I have these in terms of worldbuilding:

- the elves, whose country is called Stardale, are a Mediterranean inspired culture (ancient greece and italy vibes). They think they invented civilization, they have the best weather, live in ancient grandiose buildings whose architectural style everybody else stole and they also rely a lot on auguries and divination, which most other people think is a bit old-fashioned. Not all of them are rich but those that are tend to be RICH-rich. On a level that is unfathomable to most other people. They have investments that they don’t expect to pay off until 100 years from now, they play the long game, and they can seem entirely disconnected from reality. Their secret services is considered the most dangerous in the world because when Stardale gets involved in something, it’s either because they were tipped off by a seer or it’s because they’re pursuing a specific result that will only kick in fifty years from now… so not something that’s on anybody else’s radar, really. They’re just not playing the same game as everybody else. They also have specific social issues in their countries such as a cultural refusal to hire non-elves in “long term” employment (so basically any employment where it’s too bothersome to train someone new every 50 years or so… so basically any skilled trade) and also an industrial adoption complex (there is an idea, especially with the ultra-wealthy families, that they are better suited to raising children from shorter lived races because they can provide parents that won’t get old and force you to care for them in return — therefore offering more stability. In reality, they’re basically adopting kids out of their cultures and raising them in a country where fucking nobody will hire them. It’s a problem.)

- the dwarves from Undersunland are the inventors and scientists of this world. They are responsible for most technological advancements of this age. They live under a huge mountain range (similar to the alps) that runs under and next to most of the other countries of that continent. For a big part of the history of that world the exact shape of their underground kingdom was unknown, until the industrial revolution when they were hired by a bunch of other neighbouring countries to install underground trains systems and they had to go “ah. Unfortunately, we can’t dig too deep because our home is down there.” So now there’s a running gag that you need to consult the dwarves before you dig anywhere unless you want to make a hole in their ceiling. It’s a tired joke and they’re annoyed of hearing it btw. These days there are, culturally, big into neon lights and industrial metal music. They’re like science nerds who like to throw big raves. They are also generally the most well-travelled people who speak the most languages, not just because Undersunland is so large but also because they are big fans of working in other countries and welcoming foreign students to study in their universities.

-This is the two races that I got the furthest with. I had something about halflings being inspired by the balkans, orcs being americans (who are renowned for their space program but are generally considered weird and boisterous by the « europeans » in this world), humans being originally a Mongols-like nomad race that ended up settling just everywhere, and the devanorians (my version of the tieflings) being inspired by the ottomans….

But any suggestion is welcome tbh

[sky-squido]

hey important question:

would people actually be interested in reading a fic where wind and legend bond very wholesomely (literally starting out hating each other but then they get really close and it’s adorable) but also i shamelessly explain the entirety of how to celestially navigate in extreme detail?

cuz i just wanted to just have a fun fic where the two bond over both knowing how to navigate, but also each of them gets super disoriented and panicked by one thing they’re not familiar with (time travel, new hemisphere, etc.) and then the other helps them out, and it was gonna be short and simple and straightforward, but that would be incredibly self-indulgent because literally nobody would be able to read it!

like. i want to write this fic. but i could go about this in two ways. one is the inaccessibly self-indulgent way where legend would be like “hey, you can’t get your longitude when you don’t know universal time, and you don’t, because we’ve just time AND space traveled, so our chronometers are completely desynced and the prime meridian is arbitrarily located” and wind would be like “bish, you don’t know ANYTHING—watch me do this lunar distance calculation” and legend would be like “whaaaat? i didn’t know that was a thing” and wind would be like “yeah it’s super hot and sexy but it also requires you having an estimation of your longitude to at least fifteen degrees, and we don’t“ and then legend would be like “so if we just had an estimate of our longitude to fifteen degrees, you’d be good?” and wind would be like “yeah.” and legend would go and figure some stuff out and then come back like “WIND DUDE I GOT IT!!! i did manage to estimate our longitude by taking the magnetic azimuth of rigel during its meridian passage and then using that to calculate the local magnetic variation and cross-referencing THAT against this global variation chart, and by using the latitude we calculated during the noon reduction, we can narrow it down to an area—a relatively broad area, but one we can dramatically narrow down with the lunar distance calculation“ and then wind would be like “woah that’s so clever legend you’re such a genius“ and legend would be like “aw, but i couldn’t have done it without your insane book filled with logarithms that terrifies me to the bone but that you somehow actually know how to use” and wind would be like “dude it’s literally just basic arithmetic, chill,” but legend is hissing like a feral cat and it would be so so fun!!

right, like i think this stuff is SO COOL and it makes me SUPER HAPPY and i wanted to share it in fic form, but that meant making sure people could actually understand what these nerds were talking about without needing to consult a massive explanatory tumblr post, so i was trying to naturally integrate the background information into the dialogue and narration and now i’m thirteen thousand words in and i’m still like “wait, i want to talk about—but first i have to explain—and have i seriously not explained what declination is yet??”

like, i don’t care about this fic being Objectively Good or whatever—there’s a story i want to tell, but i want to tell it in a way people can understand, and that involves explaining my hyperfixation in tons of detail. believe me, i love doing it, i’m just beginning to seriously doubt that anyone is actually going to be able to suffer through this fic and i don’t want to keep going through the effort to explain everything if nobody is actually going to read it except for me, who already knows everything. it’s also really really hard for me to figure out if i’m explaining this stuff well or not because i already understand it and everyone else in my life has had me scream at them about this stuff enough that they know the basics and the terminology.

so, help please!! if you’d wanna read this, please tell me so in the tags (or i guess you could just like the post if you’re shy). if you’d read it, but you don’t actually care if i explain everything and you’d prefer i sacrifice giving you literally any idea what wind and legend are talking about in favor of not wrecking the pacing entirely, please let me know in the notes. if you wanna try beta-reading this thing for comprehensibility, hit me up on discord (@Sky-Squido#4521) and i’ll smack whatever the most recent version of the word doc is and the associated 26d12 psychic damange into your dms.

thanks, guys, and happy new year! i’ll be updating my annual new years fic tonight ^^

[goblinratman101]

i’m back with another one

we all know mitsuri is super strong and super sweet and super perfect right

i’ve got major brain rot rn for college athlete!mitsuri who is head over heels for the studious academia nerd in her general chem class

like imagine this poor girl getting thwarted every time she tries to confess by either her friends or teammates dragging her away, the professor calling her to review her last test, or you realizing ur about to be late for ur next class

im losing it over the image of mitsuri trying over and over again to confess before she finally decides to just ditch practice and corner you in the library after your last class, getting shushed by the librarian several times with how excited she is to finally ask out her crush💀💀

| This is so cute wtf. Sorry this took so long |

| Warnings: None |

| Genre: Headcanon |

| Characters: Kanroji Mitsuri |

| Mitsuri’s face after trying to confess for the 100th time |

• Mitsuri first noticed you when she had to sit next to you in class since there were no other seats

• She couldn’t focus on what the teacher was saying since you looked so pretty

• And when you noticed her staring she thought you would get mad but instead you asked her if you had something on your face or if she was ok

• Since then Mitsuri had become interested in you

• She would notice little things like how you only used black ink pens or how you could easily space out and the fact you were such a chemistry nerd was honestly adorable

• When Mitsuri found out she was crushing on you was when the both of you were working on a pair assignment in your shared chemistry class

• Due to this class only being necessary as Mitsuri had a sports scholarship she wasn’t the best at it but she didn’t want to lump all the work on you

• So that’s why you two were in the school library doing the assignment that was until Mitsuri didn’t understand a certain part and asked for your help

• You then proceeded to explain the topic in excruciating detail while using your hands a lot during the explanation

• The way your face lit up with passion Mitsuri was thankful she was sitting cuz her knees went weak

• From then on she knew she was in love and she fell hard and fast

• She would always try and hang out with you after school if she wasn’t busy with her sports club (she is a gymnast who is going to nationals I make the rules here)

• Now with Mitsuri trying to ask you out was not an easy task

• With classes and assignments as well as trying to keep her sports scholarship girl was already stretched pretty thin

• So whenever she gets the chance she always tries to partner up with you for assignments, it’s literally the only time she can hang out with you

• But Mitsuri was getting pretty annoyed with how little she can spend time with you

• So she decided that today was the day she would confess!

Mitsuri quickly walked down the busy halls as she made her way to the library. She was 100% sure you would be there since whenever she had a rare moment to herself to hangout with you it was almost always the library, unless she had invited you to the café close by. Opening the library doors Mitsuri caught her breath while looking around for you. She instantly lit up once she found your figure looking through a book in one of the empty isles. Without thinking Mitsuri called out to you loudly making you and everyone else look towards her, the librarian told her to be quite as Mitsuri blushed madly out of embarrassment.

Quickly Mitsuri walked up to you, you were kind of surprised to see her here ‘Mitsuri is everything ok? You usually have practice at this time’ you spoke closing the book you were skimming over to give her your full attention. You watched as she took deep breaths before she looked at you with a determined look.

‘I’m skipping practice! I-I have something really important to ask you’ she exclaimed as her cheeks were a rosy pink, you were pretty shock by this since she almost never missed practice ‘Y-You see! Ever since we met!-‘ Mitsuri began but was shushed by the librarian due to her voice getting louder and louder because of her excitement and nerves ‘Ah! Sorry! I wanted to tell you that I really really like!-‘ once again Mitsuri was shushed and you could tell she was extremely embarrassed with how her face had become completely red. She then covered her face with her hands and began to mutter in a muffled voice.

‘Hey, Mitsuri let’s leave I know a more empty place we can talk’ you spoke getting the flustered girls’ attention as she watched you put the book you were looking at back in its place ‘Aren’t you going to check that out’ Mitsuri muttered out removing her hands from her face ‘I can do that later. I care more about you than some stupid book’ you said grabbing Mitsuri’s hand as you walked at a steady pace. The green and pink haired girl didn’t know what to say, she definitely saw that the book you were looking at was about chemistry which was basically your life passion. The fact you cared more about her feelings and comfort over that had her heart fluttering as she focused on you holding hands.

Eventually the both of you arrived at a vending machine near the back of the university. You bought Mitsuri a water and waited until she was ready to talk ‘Y/N. Ever since we’ve met my heart has been acting crazy whenever I’m around you, and I can’t take being so occupied that I never get to spend time with you. So please go out with me!’ Mitsuri confessed as she felt a big weight had been lifted as she finally managed to ask you out. You smiled at her heartfelt confession as a blush of your own spread across your cheeks.

‘Well. I don’t have any classes today and since your skipping practice let’s go on a date right now’ you suggested as Mitsuri’s face lit up with her blush still visible ‘R-Really! Ahh! I can’t wait! Oh I just remembered this really good ramen restaurant I wanted to take you to!’ Mitsuri excitedly spoke as she grabbed your hand and now it was you following after her. You looked down at your hands held together and a wide grin broke across your face as you tighten your grip.

[zumpietoo]

Racist Continues....

Actually, I thought it was better than most of the numbers in the ep. Tho, yeah, they sucked ass

I strongly suspect Racist dislikes Josie cuz, again, she’s racist....and I do say this as somebody who certainly doesn’t think Assleigh is all that, BUT....she’s still miles ahead of where Crotchi always is and MM frequently is. And really? Douchie’s godawful song where he’s oogling everybody? That song sucked ass....only thing worse in season 1 was him and Vermin singing Kids in America (I song I had liked previously)---oh and his “talent” show act.

Kinda obvious she only liked that song cuz there was a white boi on stage.

I hated that ep, too....but “good authority”???? By which you mean, “yourself”? Actually, I did like (even if Vermin was involved) when they covered I Feel Love and Sugar, while lacking a bit of energy, wasn’t abysmal (and I think that was moar the bad cheer routine, dug the marching band providing a cool, musical layer, in fact)....

Also, pretty sure you “didn’t like them” cuz “black”.

Ummm....yes it is. And because #nohey#3 4U......and because you’re a fucking racist....let’s just call it done. 

Cole has a lovely voice (and sounds amazing) and ERINN???? Trained, polished was the lead in her senior year musical (The Wiz) at HARVARD.....an actual good college, you miserable bigot. 

That a few lines were altered to fit the scenario is hardly an issue....and neither Cole’s nor Erinn’s fault. 

Sucked, but better than Cherry Bomb

THAT’S your objection. Also, why do you hate MM/Pussy so much? Is it cuz her character likes black girls? 

Errmmm....your shipper goggles are on hard, now, huh? I didn’t hate Walking in Space entirely, actually LIKED MM and FB singing together 4jeebusjason. Oh AND....while this pains me to say, some of his numbers in American Psycho, honestly, were legit good.

Also, again, what’s her sudden obsession?

Again, noooo.....and thanks for confirming, “yes, it’s because I’m a total racist AND a total butthurt shipper, pissed over not getting my way and being wrong”.

Actually, a LOT happened in season 5. By “no plot” you mean Barfie fucked, totally didn’t grasp where shit was headed, #nojizzy4U and Jabi....

Oh sweet jeebus.....dude, WTF do you think Disney did? They’re entirely about training.....god you really ARE PedoT, sometimes, huh? (when she pretended Cole knew nothing about the industry he literally grew up in, but Assleigh, courtesy of a tech school, did)...

Actually, Adam’s costar (and actual Tony WINNER), Idina Menzel, most assuredly “belts” stuff.....plus Wikipedia would tell you, Pascal is hardly (or at least not originally) “trained” himself.....

He went to a poly university and played in rock bands with his friends. Nothing whatsoever wrong, but, if you’re such a devoted “nerd”, you’d know this shit. 

Also, he’s definitely alternating between kinda speaking/and working hard....so, noooo....Racist. Also....apparently you ignore when your fave white/white passing characters sing on Plaiderdale....

But he’s a white boi from Long Island, so I’m sure you wet your panties over that

ETA: she seems to overlook that what they’re singing that’s on film, isn’t what we even hear, cuz that’s studio recorded, so not even the same as it live....most likely the director suggested Cole really “go for it”