#hang out that’s in tune with character. so fucking excited

[gazeboarcade]

ladies 👯‍♀️ and germs 🦠 I have good news! I wrote 3 paragraphs of my Saw fanfic today, so who’s gonna nominate me for a noble peace prize??? Kicking my feet

[tiredsmashbros]

and so we are gathered here today, to hear TSB's horrible 1k sobbing {LONG}

well guys, it's been officially a week later since the end of the "birthday party" event. crazy it already flew by fast but formerly something i really wanted to say from the very start: thank you.

quite frankly i know i could've just made a simple thank you text as a normal person does, but i wanted to really to show my gratitude by giving something nice. and that something nice was the discord server until... my chaotic brain decided to make a daily week event inspired by scott cawthon UIGHJDSXUKGJH but otherwise- i hope everyone enjoyed tuning in everyday and i've personally been having a blast talking and hanging out with everyone since.

now, i got my secret final card up my sleeve that i've been wanting to do. was to give back something to some specific folks. amazing folks. folks that one: were my introduction to this amazing smg4 community, and two: friends i've made that has genuinely changed my life for the better, and three: been the greatest support i could've ever asked. it's still insane to me that i knew my life would be changed the moment i clicked on a youtube video of someone yapping about a specific blue and purple character from a gmod meme show and if they would work canonical. following up with me just 3 hrs later my first fanart doodle for myself. with just recently that moment being so happy i reached 100 followers on here... if you would've told me four months later that it'll exceedingly grow 10x i would laugh at you and walked away... you guys are insane in the best way possible it has scared me to death, but never have i done better improving my skills and mental health.

and with that, i give to thy, my absolute wholeheartedly appreciation:

@theartistisme43 you were the, if not one of, my first exposure to the community on twitter when i was looking for fanart on day one. i remember vividly being so captivated by your smg4 au by implementing sign language to your smg4 rigs. especially cause despite i've been meaning to relearn sign language for years, it has a special place in my heart for personal reasons. i remember being so obsessed with your animations replaying it again and again and adoring your art style so much. i've been {and still am} really shy expressing my feelings but seriously man i genuinely love your work so, so, SO much. it's still insane to me how you get the unfortunate rope under your feet by some nasty ass fools on twitter, but ong, they're just so jealous our your gmod rigging talent and storytelling. seriously man keep going!! always excited to see what you cooking up next! 💛

@ominus-potato + @bluestrawberrybunny adding you both together because ong it will feel weird to me if i didn't. of course, i am a fanfic addict once i get into a new fixation... and you two have been feeding me graciously. ominus, i love and get inspired by your fics SO MUCH it's insane to me how i'm alive after reading a new piece you've made /pos. you were also my introduction to marware and i've stayed since even if it was started of as a joke UIGHJV. strawberry i remember discovering you on artfight but exploded when i found out you were the creator of the apprenticeship au fic. i was shy to read it but i've been wanting to give you something before artfight started i finally caved in to the lore and my only regret is not getting into it sooner. i love both of ya'lls writing styles so much it's inspired me to genuinely get back into writing fanfics. thank you both so much and please continue writting!!!! i get so excited every now and again going to bed reading them. 💛🌈

@aquaproductions and speaking about artfight... yoU! i remember discovering you actually from trap sanchez's smg4 map BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I WAS PAUSING TO SEE EVERY PEICE TO THEN EXPLODE WHEN YOU SHOWED THEM AT THE END HIUGJHFEDS i LOVE you style so much and god when i got the message from you on artfight i actually fucking screamed. even getting that attacked for you has never once failed to make me smile. i've overcome it by now,, but i genuinely was really shy because you are just so cool and i'm still going crazy the fact your a fan of the boys LIKE BROOOOOOOOOO IUGHJDSXYUJ. ahem- anyways... kEEP BEING SLAY AQUA!!!!! 💛💕💛

@coralalala64 + @cookiepopcat ah yes another duo bc im trying to shorten this but cause you both played a similar role for me. you two, i kid you not, are the first folks i followed while joining the smg4 community. i am in love with your traditional work sm corala i am just obsessed with comics and seeing someone was making 34 comics just made me jump in glee. additionally i love the c r e a t u r e gag sO MUCH T&*YGUIHJK. cookie in general i adore your artstyle so much and especially how you add those little sparks on the hair GUHH ITS SO CUTEEEE!!! i became more of a bigger fan from your shark au and now a fan of ur new au with 3! so excited to see what you guys got cooking up next!!! 🌿💛

@zurkton i know we don't get the opportunity to talk much more but i seriously wanted to feature you in as my appreciation from the insane support you've been giving me. seeing your comments make me smile in glee and even a bonus seeing something new you make. i adore your gmod style of these silly mario recolors BUT SRSLY MAN UR OWN STYLE IS SO GOOD AND SEEING U MADE AN OC FINALLY GUH ITS BEEN IN MY TO DO LIST FOR SOOOOOOO LONG. JUST GUH I LOVE UR WORK SO MUCH PLEASE CONTINUE BEING AWESOME AND I HOPE WE CAN GET MORE TIME TO BE ABLE TO YAP MORE!!! /GEN 💛🍳

@clownypillar oh yeah. you bet your buggy ass i added you on here. cause bRO i was surprised to find someone else who loves bugs it made my little me so happy. and i still have not gotten over that smg4 cult of the lamb au you made since, i love that game sm seeing that on my feed just made me immediately become a fan. doesn't help the fact blue/silas says really amazing and silly things about you in our talks i was so shy finding the right opportunity to try and talk to you qnq,, and when the opportunity did come up {bot issue} I GOT EVEN MORE NERVOUS IHKJFEGDSXUGJH /POS i love your humor sm man you are so fun and i apologize silas has gotten you under the theory trap sigh... but other than that i need to get back into my retired bug fixation and find more ways to make fun of you as we yap and appreciate dr pepper 💛🌈🥤🐛

@libbytwq i still remember the day i got that tsb piece from you on artfight and literally screaming and running around my room in glee seeing my silly man in a silly looney pose. seriously man, ever since i saw that i immediately became a fan of you. i just am a sucker for your style man /srs. hECK i remember struggling so hard to pICK someone to fight back bc i genuinely loved all your ocs and wanted to do everyone- i also find it sO funny and ig coincidental theres so many like coincidences with you??? ong i need to say this or im going to continue going crazy- like ong libby {oc} reminds me one of my trusted friends oc and brings me back to my 2016 nostalgia days, i actually have an oc name lore who has a similar hair style as smgl:e, AND THE FACT WITH OUR SMG4 OCS LORE SIMILARITIES LIKE BRO WE LIVE IN A MATRIX OR SOME SHIT THIS MAKES MY BRAIN EXPLODE AAAAAIOYUIGHJEFDSXZ /J but in all seriousness bro, i love talking with you and seeing your silly work so much. i know you're gonna be makin awesome things bro and you bETTER WIN THOSE MARCHING BAND COMPETITIONS IUGJHEDS 👑🍔🌈💛

@its-a-me-mango mango mango mango... YOU BRITISH FREAK- anyways. you seriously were one of my favorite artist when i joined and ngl i was absolutely terrified talking to you to the point i legit thought you hated me at some point IOKJEHFDWS heCk getting that attack from you on artfight blew my fucking mind bc i was screaming over the tari duck since af was the only place i dropped the tari love interest and i didnt realized it until i looked at your page that you were THE MANGO... bro i actually fucking exploded you have no fucking idea how happy i was 🌈. like you are one srsly one of my favorite inspirations man i love your artwork, your humor, and just everything man. i'm still going internally insane that im talking to you sm bro and the memes we mAKE BRO IM UYIGJHFDWSXZYUITJG THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A SILLY MANGO HORSE DOCTOR DUDE, YOU ARE SO COOL, INCREDIBLE, AND MAN WHERE IS THAT SNOWTRAPPED 1K YOU PROMISED /J i could go on a bit more but im literally exploding just writing this rn so now imma just lalalalalalalala 🍔💛🌈🥭🐴

@josiekatxd / josiekatxd jo. you are one insane creature /pos. LIKE DAMN MAN YOU DRAW SO FAST IT WAS WILD GETTING ALL THE AMAZING TSB GIFTS AND GETTING TO KNOW MORE OF UR OC 7 JUST BECAME A MORE JOYOUS RIDE!!!! i love your work so much man and the amount of support i've gotten from you makes me so so SOOSOSOSOS HAPPY ITS OVERWHELMING /POS. i enjoy talking with you man {even if i may be slow at timess..} pLEASE dont be afraid to send me smth, more yummy art or MEMEMSSSSS i appreciate anything and everything!!! this was honestly such a joy getting to draw 7 again she's been stuck in my head for so long hELPPP /SILLY 🌿⭐️💛

@rr3d2y AKO!!!!! YOU!!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY MAN EVER SINCE THAT ATTACK YOU MADE FOR ME FROM ARTFIGHT I HAVE BEEN A DIEHARD FAN SINCE. I WENT ABSOLUTELY INSANE OVER IT SO MUCH I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH MY IRL FRIENDS IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. EVEN MORE HOW YOU ACTUALLY IMPLEMENT MY INTERESTS EVERY TIME YOU ATTACKED??? LIKE HELLOOOO??????? AND DAWKO??????? AND JUST UR OC IN GENERAL I LOVE HER SO MUCH BROOOO IUYGJHEFWDCSXZUYHKJ EDWSHJDCS LIKE DUDE I HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH I COULD WRITE A FULLBLOWN ESSAY UNTIL YOU BARGED IN WITH YUMMY ART EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU SPOIL ME SO MUCH AKO YOU ARE INSANELY INCREDIBLE AND SUCH A JOY TO TALK TO AND BE SILLY WITH. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY TO FIND SOMEONE WHO SHARES MY INTERESTS FROM THE START AND I STILL GO CRAZY EVERY TIME ANY OF IT IS MENTIONED. WHETER ITS SMG4, DAWKO, CG5, FAIRYOFFPARENTS, SONIC, WOLVERINE UYIGJHEFDSCXUIGJH IT ALL MAKES ME JUMP UP AND DOWN KICKING MY FEET MAN. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IM A BIG FAN AKO. I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE 1 MILLION PERCENT AND ADORE YOUR SUPPORT SO MUCH. THANK YOU AKO THE GREAT!!!! LIFETIME SUPPLY OF CHOCOLATE MILK FOR YOU!!!!!!! 🍫🥛💛🌈🍔💕

@radiantrevolt i know your not in the smg4 community whatsoever let alone know anything but i srsly meant it that receiving your support was such a big deal to me man. i never expected you to join the server but it genuinely made me feel more secure knowing i got you right my side just like old times. your support means the world to me man even if i suck as explaining or expressing that. you genuinely mean a lot to me man and the fact your still sticking around if still mind boggling to me evermore. thank you ander for staying by my side and willing to do so even at a space your unfamiliar with. being able to talk to you again has been such a joyride 💛💛💛💛🌈🐈‍⬛

and lastly...

these two freaks...

@strange0-0storm + @bluesbox... honestly... i owe you two a lot. genuinely. storm i remember you specifically when i first started acknowledging the smg4 community bc of how recognizable smg8 was on tumblr and immediately finding you to be so cool. so cool in fact, I WAS TOO SHY TO INTERACT TYIGHJFEDS. i LOVE smg8 so much and getting to see your other ocs such as jessee, cold cash, spamton... 8YIUGFEDSU J ITS JUST SO COOL AND HOLY FUCK MAN I LOVE YOUR ART SO FUCKING MUCH. I AM STILL FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THE TSB PIECE FROM ARTFIGHT MAN VDCXZUYJHGF ITS JUST SO PERFECT I CAN GO FUKING GO OFF AGAIN IHUGFJEDS but in all seriousness man, thank you so much for having the courage to respond to my lipbite comic, to me having the courage to follow you back and interact with you more, to giving me the courage again to join ur server, and the courage to say yes to watching popee with you and silas. finn you have no idea how much your silly words have an impact on me you make me so nervous in the most positive silliest way you have no idea how genuine happy i was being in that call for the very first time. even tho i know how quiet and anxious i was from the start, it was cause i was so shy and nervous bc man it was you! YOU!!!! you're such a fucking awesome guy finn i want you to seriously never forget that!!!! silas, thank you for even talking to me. hell, even after finn left to sleep we stayed and yapped for few more hours. i was never expecting that outcome ever in my life due to past experiences, and im so glad to the earth and back that it did come out as it did. i love talking to you man, i love seeing your work so much, and adore and appreciate to the fullest all the gifts you made me. thank you even more for getting me into the great gatsby and returning my hidden sherlock fixation back to light. i appreciate it way more that i can ever express it man. whether it may us talking about our day, silly nonsense, or me bullying you /j, it makes me so happy. and so grateful i can call you and finn my friends. you guys seriously helped me get out of my darkest angst shell i've had caged inside myself for the past, i didnt think i would ever escape from let alone actually be able to heal from. i didn't think i could ever be the happy ever again. like guys, i look forward to every week getting to get on a call with you guys so much its honestly my favorite activity/event of the week. i know im just silly guy i don't ever show my sappy self ever to ya'll but i mean it wholeheartedly ya'll helped me out so much more than you guys could ever imagine. i love you both so much i just wanna pick you two up and throw you into a canon so we could all go to disney world together and be just be silly. thank you finn, thank you silas 💛🤍💙🍔🍟🥤

i could honestly continue yapping but i was not expecting this to take longer than i was originally expecting so imma just end it here for now. i do want to thank everyone in the smg4 community for your continuous support. the amount of appreciation and love i get is still insane for me to grasp and i adore every single piece of giftart i've ever received. never did i expect to grow this big let alone meet such incredible and talented people ever in my life. i genuinely love all of you guys. thank you so much and onwards to more silliness!!! 🍔🌈 ⛅️🌿

[demonicchicken1121]

Alastor, Rosie, and Cannibal Town: an Analysis (I’m fucking at it (Alastor Posting) again)

Ok I know that a lot of people have already been talking about this, but I really want to analyze Alastors behavior in cannibal town and how it’s so much different than how he behaves literally anywhere else.

Alastors true motives, personality, opinions, etc are widely debated in the fandom. Does he actually care about Charlie or the hotel? What’s his beef with Lucifer? Why did he make a deal and who was it with? Al is such a mysterious and closed off character, and his demeanor changes so frequently that no one in or out of universe really knows much about him. I personally think that the closest we get to seeing Alastor in his truest and most authentic self is when he’s in cannibal town.

From the moment they arrive, Alastors demeanor changes dramatically, even from a few moments before, when Charlie was venting about her relationship issues. He seems genuinely excited to be there and see Rosie, to the point where he seems to forget he brought Charlie here for a reason (hell I think he forgets Charlie is even there at a few points.)

Al and Rosie HAVE seen each other since he returned to hell, at the overlord meeting, but they didn’t really have the time to interact. Even so, they are so in tune with each other. This man was gone for seven years and here they are gaslight gatekeep girlbossing like nothing happened.

But once they actually have the opportunity to interact outside of the overlord meeting they’re super excited to catch up. The only other time he shows this much enthusiasm to see someone is with Mimzy, but things quickly goes south when she puts the hotel is danger. Alastors friendship with mimzy feels very onesided, and it seems that she only shows up when she needs something. While Alastor and Rosie clearly ask each other for favors, it feels a lot more equal in a way where they each get an equal amount of benefit.

And while we haven’t seen much of them yet, I get the vibe that they hang out in their free time and respect each others boundaries and schedules. I think Al went through cannibal town hoping to see her in the prequel comic, but figured she was busy after the extermination and instead asked some of the residents to say hello on his behalf. But that’s just a theory, a gam-

Also just a little thing I noticed, when rosie is joking about Charlie being too young for Alastor, Charlie looks visibly annoyed, but Alastors body language and expression don’t change. He tends to react relatively strongly when anyone (Angel) makes a move on him or assumes he’s dating anyone, but I think he knows Rosie well enough to know she’s joking.

Alastor lets his guard down so much in this part of the episode. He’s really in his element and his behavior seems so natural and genuine.

I love how he’s so willing to just roast Susan. Every iconic duo has that one person they fucking hate and will not be subtle about how much they fucking hate them. It’s especially funny with alastor, who’s usually really pretentious and passive aggressive when he insults someone, but with Susan it’s just

“✨Ornery old bitch?✨” also this is the only time in the entire series that alastor swears in a genuinely humorous way. In almost every other example, he is trying to intimidate someone or piss them off, and also when his staff was broken.

And speaking of his staff, I think it was actually a big deal that Alastor let Charlie use it, even tho it was for a very short time. This does show that whether or not he actually cares about her, Alastor does have a certain amount of trust and respect for Charlie. Despite that, I don’t think he would have done this if he wasn’t in cannibal town and with Rosie. The staff is clearly very important to him and likely holds some amount of his power, given how he reacted when it was broken.

As weird as this sentence is out of context, I think Alastor feels very safe in cannibal down. Rosie and probably the other cannibals genuinely like and respect him. it speaks volumes that not only he let Charlie use his staff, but he put himself in the position that would leave him vulnerable to Rosie if Charlie were to turn on him. While he knows it’s highly unlikely that would happen, I think it’s still worth noting that he intentionally left himself in such a vulnerable position in cannibal town and nowhere else.

Something else interesting I noticed, is that “ready for this” is one of the only songs that Alastor is interacting with another character, and isn’t competing for the spotlight. He is walking all over Vox in “stayed gone”, and getting walked all over by Lucifer in “Hells greatest dad”, but here, he’s very in tune with everyone else. He and Rosie are on equal footing and he feels secure enough to fade into the background a bit, harmonizing with the cannibals and letting Charlie take the lead.

So yeah, I feel like Cannibal town is alastors home in hell. His relationship with Rosie is probably the most positive relationship he has in the whole show. I think viv has mentioned that Alastor wasn’t a cannibal before he died, and I’m not sure if that’s still canon, but if it is, I can definitely see him becoming a cannibal when he became friends with Rosie. I can also see Rosie being one of his first friends in hell, maybe they even rose to power together. I’m clearly getting into some more speculative headcanons because I do what I want, but I’m putting them in their own section.

Now for headcanons with little to no substantial evidence ✨✨✨

I do actually really like the idea that they became friends very quickly and rose to power together. I like the idea that they were friends before Alastor became this super powerful force in hell. It also makes sense that he would trust someone who wanted to be his friend back when people weren’t constantly asking for favors or testing his power. Bc I do think that there was a short period of time between him arriving in hell and rising to power. (I have a lot of ideas about how he got his powers which probably will get its own post, but to brief, he wasn’t super powerful when he arrived in hell.) it makes sense that him and Rosie would have become friends in that period.

When he did start rising to power, I think Rosie would have guided him, given that he was a relatively new sinner. She would help him find overlords to target, possibly even letting him recruit cannibals to help him take them down. After he was finished broadcasting their screams, he would return their bodies to Rosie for her to sell. Maybe any cannibals who helped him would get discounts or first pickings.

This makes sense to me bc not only would it help explain why Alastor has never seen Rosie as a rival or a target, but also it would help explain why they’re so close. Nothing builds a friendship better than overthrowing incredible forces of power. Also they totally square dance on the weekends.

Viv please I need an episode that’s nothing but these two dicking around in cannibal town for twenty minutes.

[featguler]

CALL MY BLUFF !

jude bellingham x original female character.

AND I WAKE WITH YOUR MEMORY OVER ME THAT'S A REAL FUCKING LEGACY TO LEAVE

SUMMARY : Olivia cannot ask for anything more in her relationship with Jude Bellingham, except maybe, if it is possible, for Jude to not be as popular as he is right now. He has been the internet's boyfriend for, what? Two full years by now? Their sixth anniversary is approaching, and while they've been so long that she cannot imagine a life without him, a kind of hurt tugs constantly in her heart. No matter how many times he would bravely brag about the goals that he had dedicated to her, no one seems to understand how to respect their relationship. And Olivia? She was not built for the influencer life. She loves the pretty stadium pictures, she loves watching her boyfriend bask in the glory of yet another win, and she loves getting to sit on his lap with her arms around his neck in hang-outs with his star-athlete friends. But she is not a celebrity; she is just a girl from Birmingham. And never in her wildest dream should she think of an end to their relationship—but maybe it is time.

･:*ੈ♡‧₊˚:･ OLIVIA && JUDE

☆ TAGS : childhood lovers, breakup, angst, female oc, episodic chapters, more to be added. WARNING : i am not affiliated sejin ming (olivia's faceclaim) and jude bellingham; i am not korean nor do i intend to portray the experience of korean diaspora in england; i have never lived in england and will most likely fuck a lot of things up; thus, a lot of facts are altered, and this series should not be seen as reality. most of the chapters will be in jude's pov but it's mixed tbh ☆ TUNES : it's nice to have a friend taylor swift 𐙚 magnets niki 𐙚 speak too soon wild rivers 𐙚 forever noah kahan 𐙚 maroon taylor swift 𐙚 you're the only one dolly parton 𐙚 bullshit on the internet suki waterhouse 𐙚 where do broken hearts go one direction 𐙚 buzz niki 𐙚 sun to me zach bryan 𐙚 thinking 'bout love wild rivers 𐙚 baby i'm yours arctic monkeys 𐙚 you forced me to lizzy mcalpine 𐙚 disconnected 5 seconds of summer 𐙚 shape of my heart backstreet boys 𐙚 back for more nia hendricks 𐙚 first day of my life bright eyes 𐙚 to get you suki waterhouse 𐙚 decimal novo amor 𐙚 fools troye sivan 𐙚 more to be added. ☆ WORDCOUNT / STATUS : 5,743 / ongoing ☆ TAGLIST : TBA. ☆ NOTES : please reply or send me an ask to be put in the taglist! i mentioned a few months ago that i wanted to start a bellingham fic with an original character, and i'm finally doing it! i am so excited for this, so please please send in inboxes about it if you want 🥰🖤 i hope you enjoy this!

⌗1 prologue: i won't be alone ( for the rest of my life ) jude learns to just take a shot.

TBA.

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[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live ! Stream: 6

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, dry humping, top! gyu, nipple play

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 2.5k

You’d gotten a lot closer to taehyun and kai recently, coming over to hangout with them and beomgyu, playing board games and card games drunkenly for hours on end. They were extremely funny and you really gelled with Kai and taehyun, enjoying your new found friends thanks to beomgyu.

The christmas concert was only nearing as well, but you and beomgyu were certain it was going to go more than smoothly, having sorted pretty much everything for it and rehearsals sounding perfect with the ensemble now that everyone was confident on their parts. You were actually really excited for it.

You’ve also still been helping beomgyu film his streams and managing his channel, but you also showing up on his streams seemingly only a one time thing. You hadn’t really spoken about it since you fucked him, thinking it would be a little awkward. It was only a spur of the moment thing, right? But you do know that it had gained masses amounts of views and money since it was the first time anyone else had ever been with him and they all loved seeing him actually get fucked when it had just been him for the longest time. You’d see comments every now and then asking what happened to the other unknown person and that they really wanted to see them both again on a stream together.

“Y/n!! You’re playing against me! Come on!” Beomgyu calls out to you, grabbing the controller and tossing the other to you. You were currently at Kai’s place hanging out for the nth time this week, game chosen first for you all to play, the classic Tekken.

You roll your eyes but take a seat next to him, selecting your preferred character, beomgyu choosing Lee as you pick the map. You both narrow your eyes intensely and side eye each other as the words ‘GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!” played across the screen and your characters said their little cringey intro lines at each other, huening kai and taehyun whispering and placing bets, giggling behind you both like little schoolgirls as they excitedly watched.

“You’re going to get absolutely obliterated, y/n.” Beomgyu turns to you, cocky grin slowly etching onto his face as he dramatically gestures with his hand about slicing your neck.

“Shiver me timbers. You’re so scary.”

And so the trash talking ensues as you both intensely play the first round, landing hits and dodging attacks until beomgyu evilly and suspiciously laughs and then uses some weird combo and your character is dead. He laughs even more at your shocked face.

“Whatever. It’s only the first round, beomgyu.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.

And you start the second round, beomgyu somehow cornering you and repeatedly hitting blows to your character. “Looks like I’m about to win again, y/n.” Beomgyu smirks, very content and smug. But you somehow get out of it and corner his character instead, repeatedly kicking and punching until the words ‘K.O!’ appears for him.

“HA! Take that, you little bitch!” You turn to laugh now and mock him and kai and taehyun do the same to beomgyu, finding it hilarious.

Beomgyu huffs and sticks his tongue out. “You just got lucky.”

The final rounds seems like it last forever, both of you smashing the buttons at record speeds, tension in the air palpable, visibly sweating and Kai hiding behind taehyun in fear and anxiousness when it’s too tense, both of them letting out commentries and dramatic gasps.

You and beomgyu are on your last legs, either of you could die any second, both of you on the same level of health.

“Ahh! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!” Huening kai puts his hands up to cover the screen and taehyun does the same, screeching, not looking but looking.

You don’t know which one of you dies until the game yells ‘K.O!!!!’ and it’s your character.

Beomgyu dramatically jumps up from the sofa, hysterically screaming and laughing and running around the room that he won, doing a silly little dance and coming up close to you to teasingly pull faces.

He’s so annoying. You don’t know why you find yourself smiling a little instead at his antics though.

“Okay so which one of you bet on me winning!” Beomgyu points to taehyun and huening kai. “Ah really, I’m just too good. I bet both of you did.” Beomgyu flicks his hair.

“Um no one did…We didn’t think you’d win at all.”

Beomgyu gasps and clutches his chest, “I cannot believe this is how I get treated every day. No one has any faith in me!” Beomgyu dabs at fake tears. “I’m just a kind soul and I get bullied everyday by EVIL people.”

“I demand a rematch!” You shout, still not wanting to accept beomgyu won.

“No it’s our turn now! I’m not sitting through that again!” Taehyun says, him and kai taking the two controllers.

You sit close to beomgyu so you could both share the small blanket together, cozying up a bit too much, shoulders and legs touching but you liked it. It was nice and warm. It was only because the blanket wasn’t big enough anyway. You’ve found beomgyu being a lot more clingier lately though. You see huening Kai and taehyun exchange a knowing look. You wonder what that was about.

You were on a bench outside with Chaewon, hot drinks in both your shivering hands as you talked in between your lectures, chaewon waiting for her next one which would start in a few minutes.

You spot beomgyu with yeonjun and a group of people gushing and giggling around him again, watching as he smiled and talked animatedly.

“Y/n, remember he’s a fuckboy don’t fall for him.” Chaewon catches you staring, grinning.

“I’m not!”

“Really? Because it looks like you’re giving him ooga booga heart eyes.”

“What the f…I am not! A-and he’s different-“

“Oh no. You’re not turning into those weird, delusional ‘I can change him’ people are you? Please stop oh my god or I fear we can’t be friends for longer.”

“But he is different!”

“You’re way past the help stage, dear lord. You are delusional.”

You sigh, defeated and unable to try and make yourself not sound weird. It’s little times like these that you’d love to tell your friend chaewon what’s actually happening and that beomgyu is actually Angel but you can’t. You swore to beomgyu you wouldn’t tell anyone he’s a camboy.

“Anyway I gotta go now so see ya.” Chaewon says and you both get up, saying your goodbyes that actually turn into another long conversation and both of you eventually leaving to walk in opposite directions.

As you walk back to your place though, you feel a snowball hurled at your shoulder. You turn around, ready to scold whatever silly teenage boy thought it was funny to do that only to see beomgyu in return, badly hiding behind a tree and laughing and giggling uncontrollably. That’s it.

You chase after him as he shrieks, picking up snow from the grounds to mould into a ball and throwing it at him as he ducks behind trees, cold air shivering your skin but you felt some kind of warmth in your body when you saw beomgyu bounding ahead, his hair bouncing as he laughed, feet sinking into the snow as he tried to run but it was very slow since there was so much of the snow. Goddamn it. Why was he so annoying and endearing.

You both fire snowballs at each other until you make a particularly solid and heavy one, threatening to throw it at him as you grin.

“Y/n, that’s literally just a block of ice. Please. I’m too young and handsome to die!” Beomgyu puts his hands in surrender and fear.

But you throw it at him anyway, he makes a dramatic pained groan before taking his revenge and piling up an absolutely massive and densely packed one, maliciously smiling at you as he chases after you.

He hits at your back and you’re pretty sure it would actually leave some kind of mark, Jesus but see it as a great opportunity, fake collapsing to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

“HA HA—oh shit, y/n? Did you die?” Beomgyu runs to your lying self, feeling guilty and concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t think it would be that hard I’m so sorry.” He searches your eyes anxiously and helps you up, holding your body close.

Then you let out a short chuckle until you can’t stifle it anymore and laugh manically, holding onto your stomach. Beomgyu blinks at you once, twice until he rolls his eyes when he realises and playfully shoves you back to the ground. “Got me worried over you for nothing, you evil shit!”

“You gotta admit it was funny.”

“Fuck you.” He shakes his head at you, mouth slowly curling into a grin.

As you both took turns showering at your place, ridding yourself of your cold and damp clothes, beomgyu sat on your bed with a serious gaze.

“Y/n. Let’s talk.”

“What about?”

“I know it might be too much to ask and you can say no but ever since we…fucked on that one stream we got a load of money and new viewers. It really blew up and they really want to see us both again, you probably noticed.” Beomgyu pauses, trying to articulate his words. “And…and I think we should do it again. Just doing solo can get boring after a while, there’s less you can play around with than with someone else and I think it’s a strong new direction to take on the channel. We’ll both be getting a lot more money. But you can definitely say no though! I totally get why you wouldn’t want to.” Beomgyu quickly adds, flying his hands in the air.

You know you had thought about it before but you’re not sure if you did actually want to be full on working with beomgyu like that, for everyone to see and open for people to say whatever they want. You know you’ve definitely seen some viewers say not very kind things to beomgyu sometimes and you would just report and filter them out. It could be a lot and also risky trying to hide personal information about yourself. But then again, you’d be making a lot of money and when you did do it, that one time, you have to admit you really liked it. You’d literally be fucking Angel, guy of your (wet) dreams for literal years and getting money for it.

“Okay. We can try it out and see.” Reluctantly, you nod your head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. we can try and see how we feel about it. We could film it now, it’s a been while since a stream.”

So you both set the camera up, pressing the button to go live, already hundreds and hundreds of viewers swarming in and blowing up the comment section at the sight of you again, all of them excited and already tipping you both.

You straddle his lap and kiss him, trailing hot kisses down his neck as he softly moans at the contact of his crotch with you and starts humping up and rubbing up against you none stop, weakly holding onto your hips and whimpering into your mouth as you both continued to grind, rolling your hips on his and his dick only hardening in his pants as you both rutted against each other.

“Fuck me, baby.” You lay down on the bed and beomgyu stares at you dumbfounded between your legs.

“B-but I’ve never-” Beomgyu sheepishly averts your gaze.

“It’s okay, you’re so cute.” You hold onto his waist to bring him closer and stroke his wet dick a few times before you take it in your hand and bring it your entrance, moving forwards yourself to slowly sheath his dick into you, filling you up and beomgyu yelps at the feeling, body jerking.

He holds on to you tight, his face falling into the crook of your neck and moaning as you grip his hips, guiding him to fuck into you. Hips snapping into yours without experience and no rhythm and you can feel him practically drooling on your neck, already such a mess.

“S-so good…ah ahh…” Beomgyu eyes nearly roll out of his head as you grips his hips again and make him thrust into you so fast and hard and he lets out continuous strangled moans.

You pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck, he only looks at you with dazed eyes and a slurred groan as you roughly pull him into kiss, biting at his lower lip and he lets you dominate the kiss, still tugging at his hair.

“Can’t you fuck me better than this, Angel? Or are you just a pathetic virgin?” You pull away.

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, “I can, I can!” Beomgyu starts to try and fuck you harder, thrusts and pace becoming entirely erratic, rutting into you dumbly and cluelessly as tears roll down his heated cheeks in embarrassment and you know he won’t last long.

You move your hands up his chest and he shivers, pace staggering and chest heaving as you touch his nipples, flicking and rolling at the buds and he breathes heavily as he cries and moans, movements sloppy and desperate.

“C-can’t fuck you…am p-pathetic…” Beomgyu shakes his head and cries and wails, “close, gonna…”

You take one of his pretty nipples into your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and your hand going to circle at your own clit so you can cum with him.

Beomgyu hides his face in your neck again, attempting to muffle his loud whine as he spills his cum all in your pussy as you do too, clamping around him and he stills his movements as he shakes, collapsing and holding onto you so tight as he gasps and tries to calm down his breathing.

You grab the camera again to film his pretty post-orgasm face, trying to pry his face and body away from you so you could film him but he doesn’t budge, refusing to let you go and instead, nuzzling his face more in your neck and clinging tighter onto you, whining at you for trying to get him off.

You switch the live off, cluelessly and a little awkwardly stroking his soft hair, “Gyu…we need to clean up.” But the only response you get is his soft snores. You sigh, knowing you’d have to be the one to clean you both up but you don’t have the heart to get him off you just yet, looking so cute absolutely knocked out. You can’t help caressing his soft cheek slowly with your thumb and he leans into it.

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okay i am actually writing the Experimentalist First Aid metapost right now.

Beginning statement and caveats - I have no reason to believe this is canon and basically don't, except that I like it better. However, it literally would be indistinguishable from canon for the most part for various reasons outlined below, so like, you can't prove it's not. Canon compliant canon divergent headcanon territory.

Also, this is about G1.

I think First Aid is many things.

First Aid is a big giant fucking baby and he has the experience of someone who has been alive for Ten Total Minutes. First Aid is not old enough to have properly-tuned self-preservation instincts or an understanding of what will and will not be able to kill him. Unlike everyone else, he handles this by being a giant soft baby (affectionate) and going "I don't want to go fuck around with things that can kill me" and hangs out inside, where he gets his fill of Necessary Exciting Stuff(tm) with Ratchet and the other Autobots. However, he's still got the ravenous desire for Experiences, and this turns into

He fucking loves learning. he loves learning so much. He doesn't want to get hurt but he wants to know everything. Sometimes he needs to go out and do stupid things for that, but he'd rather learn from someone else's experiences first.

He is a medic. He likes to help people, but he likes to help people by taking them apart and getting elbow-deep inside of them and rearranging things, which is usually the kind of thing that human people get squeamish about. Even granting that Transformers are not as squeamish or flinchy about gore as humans are, being the person who gets to watch their friends get grievously injured and then stick your hands in there and mess around with the wound is pretty heavy for some (most!) people! But I think it would be a strange reading to say that First Aid doesn't like to be a medic, so this clearly doesn't bother him the way it might bother someone else. He doesn't like when his friends are injured, but the actual process of surgery - cutting them open or digging into a wound to clean it out, that sort of thing - isn't a problem for him, which leads into

Even by TF standards, First Aid is remarkably unfazed by injuries, gore, and insides-currently-outside than someone else his age would probably be. And that means I can get away with the next few parts...

I read First Aid as a sadist. In the autonomous, just-kind-of-happens sort of way, not the "I'm going to menace you" sort of way people sometimes interpret that statement. People get hurt in front of First Aid and he finds himself fascinated by the injury and immediately concerned with fussing over them in particular, partially because it's his job to pay attention to the wound and partially because there's something about pain and injuries that fascinates him beyond the confines of his job.

First Aid also likes his job, and he likes doing a good job, which means he's not aout to just start banging anyone up to hurt them for the hell of it because his job is to fix them. I don't even imagine sadism is particularly uncommon among doctors, because frankly it only makes sense to me that the characters literally hardwired to cut people open might have something making it so they don't feel bad when they cut someone open. Which would mean it has to be easy for them to maintain an Autobot standard of professionalism, which doesn't really prohibit being buddies with your patients (see: Ratchet) or, like, certain human standards of care around privacy and freedom from experimentation, but does broadly prohibit being needlessly cruel to your patients in a way they themselves aren't on board with. So this doesn't interfere with his job at all, basically; it's just some extra thing he has on the side for the most part.

First Aid is a big giant fucking baby and he has the experience of someone who has been alive for Ten Total Minutes. First Aid is not old enough to have properly-tuned self-preservation instincts or an understanding of what will and will not be able to kill him. Unlike everyone else, he handles this by being a giant soft baby (affectionate) and going "I don't want to go fuck around with things that can kill me" and hangs out inside, where he gets his fill of Necessary Exciting Stuff(tm) with Ratchet and the other Autobots. However, he's still got the ravenous desire for Experiences, and this turns into

He fucking loves learning. he loves learning so much. He doesn't want to get hurt but he wants to know everything. Sometimes he needs to go out and do stupid things for that, but he'd rather learn from someone else's experiences first.

He is a medic. He likes to help people, but he likes to help people by taking them apart and getting elbow-deep inside of them and rearranging thigns, which is usually the kind of thing that human people get squeamish about. Even granting that Transformers are not as squeamish or flinchy about gore as humans are, being the person who gets to watch their friends get grievously injured and then stick your hands in there and mess around with the wound is pretty heavy for some (most!) people! But I think it would be a strange reading to say that First Aid doesn't like to be a medic, so this clearly doesn't bother him the way it might bother someone else. He doesn't like when his friends are injured, but the actual process of surgery - cutting them open or digging into a wound to clean it out, that sort of thing - isn't a problem for him, which leads into

Even by TF standards, First Aid is remarkably unfazed by injuries, gore, and insides-currently-outside than someone else his age would probably be. And that means I can get away with the next few parts...

I read First Aid as a sadist. In the autonomous, just-kind-of-happens sort of way, not the "I'm going to menace you" sort of way people sometimes interpret that statement. People get hurt in front of First Aid and he finds himself fascinated by the injury and immediately concerned with fussing over them in particular, partially because it's his job to pay attention to the wound and partially because there's something about pain and injuries that fascinates him beyond the confines of his job.

First Aid also likes his job, and he likes doing a good job, which means he's not aout to just start banging anyone up to hurt them for the hell of it because his job is to fix them. I don't even imagine sadism is particularly uncommon among doctors, because frankly it only makes sense to me that the characters literally hardwired to cut people open might have something making it so they don't feel bad when they cut someone open. Which would mean it has to be easy for them to maintain an Autobot standard of professionalism, which doesn't really prohibit being buddies with your patients (see: Ratchet) or, like, certain human standards of care around privacy and freedom from experimentation, but does broadly prohibit being needlessly cruel to your patients in a way they themselves aren't on board with. So this doesn't interfere with his job at all, basically; it's just some extra thing he has on the side for the most part.

I think that's all the requisite readings.

In sum, this gives us a guy who relaly likes being around people in pain, who also likes being the guy to help them out of it, and likes to learn. He's encouraged to do all of these things by the people around him, because he's not being concerning about any of it- he's just dedicated to what he does and he's good at it, and getting better every day.

And by the same tokens, you have a guy who really, really badly wants to get to take someone apart over and over, because he wants to see how they work on the insides and he likes the way they look when they're in pain, but he doesn't want to fuck over his friends, comrades, patients, or teammates, and everyone he's interacting with is at least three of those things.

Plus we get G1 First Aid's pacifism, which is a strongly-held ideological standpoint that First Aid maintains - he won't fight, he won't carry weapons, but he will work as a medic. We can interpret that this isn't a squeamishness issue for him by the asme tokens I established earlier - that he's much more okay with getting into the guts of his friends and coworkers than the average person would be - and also by the fact that he was built in a military context and everyone else is a military fighter of some sort. if he were reluctant to hurt people because of anything shy of serious personal convictions, I am convinced that the Autobots around him could have convinced him otherwise. His position is profoundly difficult to maintain in an active war zone, aftr all.

So even beyond standard Autobot ethics, First Aid does not want to hurt people. Yet I reconcile this with saying he is an innate sadist anyway, because they're not mutually exclusive. It really just means that, like, First Aid can want to take people apart all he likes; he's just not going to do it to anyone until someone asks him to.

As an aside, in my corner of fandom anyway, it seems like we talk a lot about characters who kind of throw interpersonal concerns and care for those around them to the wind in order to chase their own hedonistic desires (see: Vortex, Overlord, Motormaster, Megatron, etc) or otherwise, put bluntly, just kind of don't care that much about their partners' and playthings' consent even when they have it. And that can be a lot of fun, obviously; I like them. But as of late my friends who shoot the shit with me about consensual kink in Transformers have been busy or we haven't been talking about it for a while, and I've been missing the other side - the exact same desires and interests, just harnessed, controlled, and managed, not because First Aid has to but because he just, like... feels like it. It's what he wants to do. And, like. yeah the Autobots wouldn't be pleased if he turned out to be some sort of turborapist, lol, but he's the first person to decide he's not going to run around doing harm. I tie it into the pacifism. Part of this reading is because this is my reading; part of this reading is because I want to insert even more contrast between the characters I see First Aid Aid played alongside than I'm already seeing when I finally sit down and write about him myself.

So what this boils down to - all together - is that First Aid wants someone to ask him to take them apart.

And he likes to learn.

So the first person to catch his attention and walk him through opening their chest up is going to get to see him catch his brain on every shiny new edge he's not used to seeing outside of a medical context, and he's going to go over and catalogue every single part and take them out and put them back in and he's going to do it over and over until he can do it without looking and then he's going to do that to everything else, too. He's going to pick up every style of play fast and hard, but I read him landing hard on the "roleplay is kind of silly, I like bodies" side of domination. And I think he'd enjoy domination a lot.

He's a good student and a quick study. He likes to learn. He's enthusiastic and comfortable being taught, too. It would be very easy to turn him into a service top, too, to talk him into being an extension of your own hands and guide him through doing what you want.

But only to a point. Because he's still a pacifist, so you can't use him to hurt someone else, unless they're also asking for it. But, hell, he's part of a combiner team... I bet that would come easy to him, too, once he does have everyone's consent.

In a few thousand years, I think First Aid is going to maybe be one of the biggest kinksters in the entire Autobot faction, or he's going to have extremely narrow and extremely specific tastes. But he's going to get there through experimentation and he's going to get there through his fascination with anything new, which right now is everything.

Last bit is that - I think his instincts are not fine-tuned, self-preservation-wise. I think his social instincts are just as bad. you develop those over time, after all, and through experience, and he doesn't have that. And he's a pacifist because he doesn't want to hurt Decepticons. Very sweet, certainly, but the Decepticons are like... kind of dicks lmfao. The way of things is not very complicated because there are so few Transformers around and alive; eventually First Aid is going to run into a Decepticon. The question is if he ever ends up on good terms with someone from the other faction - or if he already has - or if he gets himself hurt early and learns to avoid them fast. But even with the latter, I don't think that's how he'll stay. I think he wants to experiment. I think he wants to learn and do more and learn more. So eventually he will run into a Decepticon who is also willing to play the way he's willing to play, and they will end up making, if not friends, then at least some sort of positive interaction and First Aid will...

...well, he's never going to stop being curious, huh. That would be boring. But his morals and standards for his behavior are either going to stay ironclad or they won't, and either way it'll be interesting to see what happens. Because there's no bottom to where First Aid might go, eventually.. as long as he's being asked for it.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Five

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: swearing, pining, discussion of virginity and intimacy issues, mentions of sex/arousal, alcohol usage, col being a sweetheart

Stay tuned for those of you here for the smut...it's coming very, very soon. ;)

Presley

Colson and I have developed a bad habit of sleeping together.

Literally just sleeping. Nothing else. Sometimes, we don’t even talk. I wait until Cash is asleep and then I go to Colson’s hotel room. He’s come to expect it now. I crawl into bed with him if he’s already laying down, or I get under the blankets and wait for his warm body to join mine. And then we hold each other, all night long.

I know this is a bad idea. I know that whenever I return home, I’m fucked for sleeping. But I can’t help it. Why stop myself from doing something when it feels so good? Besides, it’s good for Colson too, and anything to help out a friend.

There’s been no talk about me going home. I’ve brought it up a few times, but Colson immediately shuts it down. He knows how happy Cash is that I’m here, but even more, I don’t think he wants to give up our sleeping arrangement either. Fine with me. The thought of going home conjures sickening feelings of loneliness that I want to keep avoiding. 

We’re at the halfway point of the tour, and the boys scheduled a vacation before the next leg of the tour starts. We’re going to The Maldives and staying in those little houses on the water, something I’ve dreamed of my entire life. 

Cash and I are back home in Michigan to swap out some clothes and pack new ones more suited for a beach vacation. I’m carefully packing bikinis into my suitcase when Cash comes into my room. He's already packed so he’s hanging out at my place while we wait to leave for our flight.

“What up?” He says, plopping onto my bed.

“Just packing. Living out of a suitcase is kind of a pain,” I admit, looking at him. My brow furrows when I realize he’s avoiding my eyes and his expression is decidedly guilty. “Cash?” I ask. 

Cash twists one of his curls, something he does when he’s anxious about something. “I wanted to talk to you about The Maldives,” he says. Oh god. Is he uninviting me? Does he want me to stay home? “I know we talked about sharing a house, but….”

“But?” I ask.

“But I really want to share one with Liv,” he says.

Immediately, relief washes through me. Thank god. That’s fine. Great, actually. Then I won’t have to sneak around as much. “Cash, that’s fine,” I say. But then I realize what that means. “Wait, weren’t you staying with Colson?” I was planning on staying with Olivia.

“Yeah,” Cash says with a little wince. “So you’d have to stay with him. Is that okay?”

I can’t act as excited as I feel, so I just nod. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I say casually. “I can put up with being Colson’s roommate for you.”

A bright smile flashes over his face, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You’re the fucking best sister ever, Pres!” He gushes, lunging over my suitcase to hug me. 

I shriek and giggle, pushing him off of me after a moment. “I know,” I say. “Alright, now go away while I finish packing.” He salutes me and does as he’s told, and as soon as I hear the TV go on in my living room, I scoop up my phone to text Colson. But he’s already texted me. Cash talk to you about the living situation?

Dammit, Cash. Told everyone before me. Yep, I reply. Cool with you?

Convenient as hell, he replies. No more sneaking past your brother.

Exactly what I was thinking, I send back. I toss my phone onto the bed and start packing my bathroom bag, feeling giddy. This is going to be so nice, not having to sneak past Cash to sleep with Colson. I was wondering how we were going to pull it off on vacation. Honestly, I had resolved myself to just not sleeping, 

“Pres!” Cash yells. “Car will be here in five!”

“Alright!” I call back, zipping up my suitcase. I grab my phone to toss it in the bag and I notice Colson has texted me again. I’m excited for this. Colson, I’m excited, too. You have no idea. 

XX

On the plane, I’m seated next to Olivia, but then Cash comes over and smiles sheepishly. I roll my eyes and grin as Olivia blushes. “Who are you next to?” I ask.

“Kells,” Cash answers. “You’re the—”

“Best,” I answer for him, “I know.” I get up and Olivia smiles at me as I take my pillow and blanket over to where Colson sits. We’re in first class, so it’s two seats to a row, just the two of us. I get butterflies every time I’m near him. I know I should be distancing myself. This can’t go any further than sleeping, but I can’t help myself. I’m letting myself enjoy it. This isn’t going to last forever. 

“Fuckin’ Cash,” I say, and Colson chuckles, but he looks a little uncomfortable. I frown. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Colson says, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” I say, anxiety spiking. Has he changed his mind about all of this? I put on my AirPods and wait for takeoff. 

It’s a long flight and I’m tired. Even in first class, it’s inconvenient to have such long legs, and I keep shifting around, trying to get comfortable. I huff in annoyance but then I feel one of my AirPods get removed from my ear. I look over at Colson, the culprit.

“You okay?” He asks.

I shake my head. “I can’t get comfortable.”

Colson considers this. “Here. Take the window seat and put your legs over my lap,” he says.

“But aren’t you tired, too?” I ask.

“I’ll sleep when we get there,” he says, already getting up. “Switch with me. C’mon.” He glances back in the direction where Cash and Olivia are, and my brow furrows, but I’m too tired to argue, so I swap seats with him. I lean against the wall with my pillow behind me and lay my legs across Colson’s lap. He takes his time getting my blanket over my legs and making sure I’m cozy. He hands me back my AirPod and unpauses his movie, and then he slips his hand under the blanket to curl around my foot. He squeezes gently, a mini-massage, and it feels so good that I immediately hum and close my eyes. God. How does everyone not fall in love with Colson Baker?

I wake up some time later and the sun is peering through the window. I stretch and look over at Colson, whose head is tipped back. He’s asleep, lips slightly parted, and he looks comfortable. One of his hands is on my shin and the other lays warm on my thigh, and I feel so safe and relaxed. 

I allow myself to imagine for one second that he’s my boyfriend. In a perfect world where I’m not terrified of intimacy, where relationships are always perfect, it sounds pretty amazing. Going on trips together, being backstage at his shows. While I can deny it if anyone asks, I can’t deny it to myself any longer. I have feelings for this man, strong ones. And I can never, ever act on them.

Even if I wanted to, what would Colson want with someone like me? What would MGK want with someone like me? A virgin. A homebody. Intimacy issues up to my fucking eyes. He would never want someone like that, and that comforts me, in a way. It keeps me thinking logically. 

An announcement comes over the system letting us know that we’re going to start our descent. Colson takes a deep breath and blinks open his eyes, stretching a little. He looks over at me sleepily and gives me a crooked smile, which I return. I pull my legs from his lap and slip my feet back into my slides. We’re quiet on the descent and as we exit the plane.

Cars take us to our homes for the next two weeks, a row of little houses out on the water for all of us. No one else is staying near us, so it’ll be super private. I feel giddy with excitement as I get out of the car and look around. Colson comes up beside me and I look up at him. “Which one is ours?” I ask.

“Doesn’t really matter. They all have multiple beds and rooms,” he explains. “Pick your favorite.”

I like the one on the very end and I point. “That one.”

“Deal.” Colson grabs our suitcases and starts walking. I let us inside and holy shit, this place is amazing. A cute little kitchen and living room, two bedrooms, one of which has a gigantic window facing the ocean. A gigantic jacuzzi tub outside on a back deck, and a slide into the ocean. It’s incredible.

”Holy shit,” I breathe as I walk to the bedroom window. “This is crazy.”

Colson comes up beside me and leans on the windowsill. “I needed this,” he says.

I finally look at him, and this time, I look closely. Despite sleeping together, we still go to bed late and wake up early. He is tired. So clearly, obviously tired. It’s early in the morning, but this man needs sleep. 

I slip my hand into his and he looks down at me, those blue eyes weary. I tug him towards the bed. “You need to sleep,” I say.

“Don’t you want to tan? Swim?” He asks, but he follows me anyway.

“We have two weeks for that,” I assure him, pushing him gently so he’ll sit on the bed. “For now, let’s catch up on some sleep.”

Colson sighs and slumps. “Thanks,” he says gratefully. 

“I’m going to go change,” I tell him, grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank from my suitcase. “I’ll be back.”

I change in the bathroom and brush my teeth, redoing my French braids. When I return, Colson is already in bed, his chest bare, and I know he’s wearing nothing but those tight, black boxer briefs. He looks so hot in them. I love when he gets up in the middle of the night because I get to check him out. 

I crawl into bed beside him and he opens up an arm. My heart squeezes at his sleepy expression and I snuggle in close, resting my head on his chest. One of his hands slides down to curl around my waist and the other pulls my thigh across his hips. I sigh in relaxation and close my eyes.

“Pres,” he whispers.

“Hm?”

He’s quiet for a second and I lift my head to look at him. He glances at me and then looks away. “I’m glad Cash wanted to switch places.”

I smile softly and settle my head back onto his chest. “Me, too.”

Colson

Presley and I wake up right around the same time. The air conditioner has the room cold, so she snuggles closer and I pull the blankets higher. “I’m cold,” she says, voice raspy with sleep.

“C’mere, I’ll warm you up,” I tell her. Her eyes meet mine and a moment later, we’re kissing. She moans softly when our lips connect and within seconds, I’ve maneuvered her on top of me. She grinds her hips down and we moan together, and then —

I jerk awake. Presley isn’t on top of me. Actually, I’m halfway on top of her, my head on his chest, my arm draped over her waist. A dream. It was a fucking dream. 

“You okay?” Her voice is soft. I hadn’t realized she was awake. I do a scan of my body, realizing with relief that my cock is nowhere near her. It’d become pretty obvious pretty quickly what I was dreaming about if it were. 

I clear my throat and roll off of her, staying on my stomach no matter how uncomfortable it is. “I’m fine. Just a bad dream,” I tell her, rubbing my face. “How long you been awake?”

She shrugs. “Not long,” she says. 

My eyes narrow. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” she insists, looking at me, but then she sighs and rolls her eyes. “Fine. A couple hours or so.”

I blanch. “You should’ve woken me up!” I say, baffled.

“You needed to sleep,” she says. “It’s no problem. But I have had to pee since I woke up, so I’ll be right back.” She disappears into the bathroom and I groan softly, frustrated. 

Before we switched seats on the plane, Cash talked to me about Presley again. I had thought stupidly that since he was getting involved with Olivia, he would be less concerned about me and his sister, but I was wrong. 

“I know you’re staying together,” Cash said, “but nothing has changed. You still better keep your hands to yourself.”

At that point, I was irritated. “Jesus, Cash, and I’m not a fuckin’ dog,” I told him. “I would never do anything she didn’t want me to do.”

“I don’t really care what she wants,” he said seriously. “Nothing happens between the two of you. Got it?”

“Got it,” I muttered, glad when he finally got up and went back to Olivia. 

The guy is relentless and annoying, but dammit, he’s my friend. This sleeping thing has already crossed several lines, I’m sure, but I can’t take it further. I don’t know what to do. Sex dreams certainly aren’t helping matters.

And then I realize there will be no getting off for me with Presley staying in the same house.

“Fuck!” I curse into my pillow. Like I said to Cash, I’m not a dog, but I do have a higher than normal sex drive, and since Presley and I have been sharing a bed, I haven’t been with anyone. I’ve gotten myself off, of course, but I haven’t actually had sex in over a month now. It hasn’t really bothered me until now. 

And it isn’t going to get easier because Presley comes out of the bathroom in a tiny red bikini.

Fuck.

XX

Once we get in the water, none of us gets out for hours other than to get drinks.

I’m on my third beer at this point, and I’m in heaven. The water is warm, the sun is hot, and the beer is cold. I’m surrounded by the people I love most in the world: Ash, Liv, Slim, Baze, Rook, Justin, Cash, and now Presley. Slim has music playing from a speaker sitting on the deck of his and Justin’s place. The girls sit on the deck talking, kicking their legs in the water, and I’m thankful for my sunglasses because I can’t keep my eyes off of Presley.

She has a body that just looks naturally athletic, but somehow, she still has that hourglass shape. Her tits are more on the small side, which is my favorite, but her ass is perfect and round. Not that I can see it right now with her sitting down, but I’ve definitely noticed. Water drips from her tanned skin as she laughs with Liv and Ash. God dammit, this is getting hopeless. How am I supposed to survive the next two weeks of living with her?

“I’m getting hungry,” Rook says. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“I thought we could go into town,” Ashleigh says. “Thoughts?”

“I’m down!” Presley says and Liv agrees. 

“I need a chance to wear one of the cute dresses I packed,” Olivia explains and we all chuckle. Girls. 

“Alright, do we want to meet at the cars in half an hour?” Slim asks.

Liv looks right at Cash when she says, “Maybe 45 minutes?”

Presley groans and Baze and Rook look at each other, snickering.

“Alright, 45 minutes so Cash and Liv can fuck, and then we get dinner,” I say, and Cash splashes me. “What?” I say. “Are you planning on reading the Bible or some shit?”

“Fuck off, Kells,” Olivia says, but she’s giggling.

“I’ve heard enough,” Presley says, sliding into the water. She swims past me and we all disperse to our places. I follow after her, catching up quickly with my long limbs. “There are some things a sister doesn't need to hear.”

I force a chuckle, but I’m frustrated and jealous. Why does Cash get to enjoy Olivia but I have to treat Presley like a fragile piece of glass? It isn’t fair. But I’m torn for so many reasons.

First, there’s my lifestyle. Say I want to start something with Presley. She seems to like her life of living in one city, holding down a job, and being a homebody. I’m all over the world all the time. 

Then, there’s the fact that maybe she doesn’t even like me. It’s not like she’s made a move, and that could mean many different things, but still. Maybe I just serve a purpose for her.

And then there’s Cash. I love the kid. Now that he’s with us, I want him to stay. If I fuck this up, we could lose our best guitar player and an integral part of our band and friend group. I really don’t want to lose Cash. The others would probably hate me if that happened.

But god, this girl. From the second I saw her, I wanted her. In so many different ways. I love holding her, sleeping next to her and waking up with her. I love the way she looks. I want to get her naked so badly, to do some filthy things to her. And then there’s the way our personalities mesh perfectly. I’ve never gotten along with a girl so well before. Ever. 

We don’t just sleep. We talk. A lot. And our conversation just flows. It’s never awkward, and she’s a great listener. I’m starting to think I might even be able to open up to her about what happened. I’m not sure if I should yet, but if there’s anyone I’d want to tell, it’s Presley. She’s so kind and nonjudgmental, and she gives great advice. 

I didn’t know I could feel this way about a girl again, but I do. I want Presley to be my girlfriend. My partner. I swore off that shit, I know I did, but there’s just something about this girl. And it pisses me off that I can’t ever have that. It’s not fair. 

I follow her up onto the deck and take the towel she hands me. “You’re definitely sunburned,” she says, reaching up to brush her fingers over my cheek. 

“Shit, really?” I ask, but my face does feel hot. “Hard to tell on my body with all my tattoos.”

“I get that,” she says. “I have some aloe you can put on after you shower.”

“Deal,” I say. When we get inside, I freeze. There’s only one shower. Presley seems to notice it at the same time I do.

“Shit,” she says. “There’s no way we have enough time.”

“You can go ahead,” I say, but I really want to wash the sunscreen, sweat, and ocean water off me.

Presley considers. “Just…get in with me. We’ll leave our suits on.”

God, this girl is going to be the death of me. “Okay,” I say, following her into the bathroom. She starts the shower and lets her hair down out of its ponytail. Running her fingers through it, she tips her head back a little, which only pushes out her chest. I stifle a groan and look away. I’ve been half hard all fucking day looking at her, and it’s going to be very obvious since we’re no longer in the ocean. I let her get in first and then I follow her.

I keep my eyes to myself as much as I can, but I quickly realize it’s hard to shower in swim trunks. When I look at Presley, she looks irritated with her suit, too, looking down at it. We lock eyes. “I’ll keep my back turned until you’re done,” I tell her.

“Promise?” She says, and there’s that look on her face that I’ve come to recognize as insecurity. I want to grab her, kiss her, and tell her that she’s perfect, that there’s nothing to be insecure about, but I don’t. She turns around and so do I, and I drop my trunks to the shower floor. 

We navigate the shower carefully, and I’m all at once grateful for and annoyed at the double shower heads on opposite sides. As tempting as it is to look over my shoulder, I don’t let myself. Just knowing she’s here has my dick standing at attention, but can anyone blame me? I’m in the shower with a hot girl who’s naked but I can’t look or touch. It’s torture.

“Alright, I’m done,” she says. “I’m getting out now.”

“Okay,” I say, letting my head hang down under the stream of water. I glare at my dick, wishing I could will it to go down, but it has a mind of its own, apparently. I’m like a fucking teenager around this girl, I swear.

“Okay,” she says, and then I turn off the shower and get out, too. She’s no longer in the bathroom, so I dry myself off and then wrap the towel around my waist. Yep. Obvious boner. But I can’t help it, and we’re running out of time to be ready, so I decide to just do my best to hide it.

And then I walk out of the bathroom and crash right into her. 

“Shit,” I say, clutching at my towel with one hand so it doesn’t fall as my other hand goes to Presley’s waist to steady her. 

“Sorry,” she says, looking up at me. Her hand is on my bare chest. She swallows hard when she meets my eyes, and then she looks down. We’re pressed against one another, and there’s a 100% chance she can feel my dick right now. My cheeks burn and I press my lips together. It is what it is. 

“Um,” she says quietly, taking a step back. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” I croak. Her eyes are wide, still staring right at my dick. “Pres?” I say, snapping her out of it, and when her eyes meet mine, she looks startled and embarrassed.

“Just give me a few minutes. I’ll be fast,” she says in a rush of breath, then enters the bathroom and slams the door.

I stand there for a long few moments. Yep, that just happened. I sigh and go to get dressed. 

Like I said, torture.

I sit on the bed while I wait for Presley to be done in the bathroom. I’m leaving my hair how it is, so I don’t need anything in there, so all there is to do is wait. I lift my head when the bathroom door opens.

Out walks Presley in an orange dress that hugs her curves, landing just below her knees. Her hair is braided and she wears no makeup, but her tanned skin glows all the same. She looks perfect as usual. She slips into a pair of sandals and grabs her purse. “Ready?” She asks.

“Pres,” I sigh. I hold out my hand. She hesitates, but slowly, she walks over and gives me her hand. I look up at her, wincing a little. “I’m…really sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” she says quickly.

“It’s, uh, it’s been a while,” I admit, and her cheeks redden as she averts her eyes from mine. “And you’re a gorgeous girl who was naked in the shower with me.”

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s that startled look again. “You think I’m gorgeous?” she blurts, and then clamps her mouth closed, embarrassed. I have to hide a smile. She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed.

I laugh softly. “Pres, everyone thinks you’re gorgeous,” I tell her. 

She freezes, then lets go of my hand. “That’s not true,” she says, her toned clipped, and she hikes her purse up onto her shoulder. “We should go.”

I frown. “Presley. Come here.” My voice is firm and I get to my feet. Her back is facing me but she stops, hanging her head. Slowly, she turns around and looks up at me, and her eyes are so sad that it takes me aback. I swallow. “I’m not sure who or what made you so insecure,” I say, “but you are stunning.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and then, her guard is down. Her shoulders slouch and she sighs as she looks at her feet. “I guess I just…” Her voice fades and she shrugs. “I’m so insecure about my body. I don’t even know why. Nothing bad even happened to me.” 

My frown deepens and I take a step closer to her. “You shouldn’t be,” I say quietly.

“I wish I was confident,” she says, shaking her head. “Remember that time I walked in on you and that girl?” I nod. How could I ever forget? “I’m jealous of her because she was confident enough to let a stranger see her naked. I can’t let anyone see me naked.”

I frown. “Really?” I ask. “That must make it hard to sleep with people.”

She’s silent, and she seems to go rigid. Her eyes still avoid mine, and my heart starts to race. There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. “Pres,” I say, stepping closer. I touch her chin and tip her head up. She looks into my eyes and I notice hers are just a little bit watery. 

She stares at me, her jaw set, and she studies my eyes like she’s searching for something. Her cheeks are flaming red and not from the sun. She nods. 

My eyes widen a little. “Pres,” I say on a breath. “You’re…you’re a virgin?”

She stares back at me, and then she nods again.

Holy shit. No fucking way. No fucking way. 

“How?” I whisper.

She shrugs, and as she does, a little stream of tears falls from each gorgeous eye. She brings her hands up to wipe them away hastily. “I’m scared,” she confesses, and I swear my heart breaks right there. I don’t even know what to say, so I say nothing at all. I take the final step towards her and crush her to my chest.

Her arms wrap tightly around my waist and she lets herself be held. I rock her gently, breathing in her scent, and my thoughts move a thousand miles a second. How is it possible that a girl like Presley, with her perfect appearance and great personality, is a virgin. I know their family isn’t religious, so it isn’t that. Could she really be a virgin at 23 simply because she’s so insecure? I can’t wrap my head around it.

“We need to go,” she says weakly, but I can feel her trembling. 

“We can tell the others you don’t feel good,” I say, cupping the back of her head. “Order food and stay here.”

“Really?” She asks.

“Of course,” I tell her. “I’ll text the group chat now.”

“They won’t let it go,” she says. 

“Then let’s get through dinner. And as soon as we’re back here, we can talk,” I say, “or sit in silence. Or sleep. Whatever you want to do. It’s up to you, okay?”

“Okay,” she says after a moment. She pulls back from the hug and I can’t help but thumb away her tears. She sniffs and smiles weakly at me and I return the smile as warmly as I can.

“You alright?” I ask, and she nods. I nod, too, offer her my arm, and lead the way out of the house with my mind absolutely blown.

[safyresky]

So, Season 2. It's. It's alright ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But like...that's it, lmao.

I did enjoy it! I got WAY MORE genuine laughs out of these first two episodes than I did the entire first season. Magnus is hilarious, I love his whole vibe lmao. Fluffy's character, Kris, he's...man is really out here looking for a father figure and it is deffs biting him in the ASS.

The elves are top tier as per the usual! Betty and Noel are continuing to be THE power couple and I am SO HAPPY ABOUT IT, I love them to death 🥰🥰🥰

My fave thing about the season so far is just everyone out here like Scott wtf are you doing. Wtf, man. I yelled GET HIS ASS so many times lol. The official Get His Ass Count as of the end of Episode 2: 8. 8 whole GET HIS ASS moments. BLESS.

SO RIGHT. NITTY GRITTY. OKAY.

Episode 1

Scott sucked SO BAD this episode. He breaks the SOS on a worldwide level then gets upset when Cal is like "I love Riley! I wished her here! We're hanging out! Riley!! :D" and is like "Bro you should've dusted her."

OKAY SCOTT. WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE WORLD, SCOTT, HMM? ARE WE DUSTING THEM??? HMM??? YEESH.

Scott aside (you know, his usual boomer-esque old guy who refuses to change shtick with BUT WHAT ABOUT FAMILY! And whatnot thing), everything else was. Mid, tbh. But fun! Santa being like "Are you gonna kill him?" With Carol being like "I can take care of Gary" was hilarious.

Betty and Noel, of course, SHINNED. I love them, they are SO CUTE. Cardboard face cutouts??? ICONIC. Nobody is doing it like them!

Now. Cal. aka, Buddy. I am very worried for him. Like, 4 episodes ago he was having ANXIETY about being Santa? And now this? Carol being like "what if he doesn't want it don't force him to follow in your footsteps" like. I AGREE. HE SHOULD GO OFF TO COLLEGE AND LIVE HIS LIFE!!!! I have a lot of thoughts there but it is late and I need to FOCUS because I need to yell about Cupid in a second, ANYWAY

Magnus Antas. I love this guy. I fucks with him. He takes a 700 year nap and is like "I'm fine" until his toxic bestie is like "I WANT TO KILL" and a kid sasses him for not being Santa/being OLD and he's like "Nevermind. I want to kill now too. Time to MURDER." He has VIBES and I like them!! He also seems like he's was over it until Olga was like "but what if" and some kid was mean to him and tbh, I can't even blame him for getting pissy at the kid lol. I'd also turna kid into "a Roblox" if I could (here for Gamer Mad Santa btw. I'd watch him stream on Twitch)

This is verging into Episode 2 territory, lol. May as well get there, then!

EPISODE 2

So, the LORE DROPS. Um. There was a LOT of it? And it seems to contradict itself/not quite equate with itself? If the NP is a utopia for magic, why is it like that? Was Magnus good, or not? Why do ALL the fairy creatures live there, when they come from so many diverse cuktures and backgrounds? That's a lil messed up! What the fuck happened with the gnomes becoming so (what's the phrase) PROMINENT for Santa? Will we get answers for all of these? Based on past season, PROBABLY NOT! BUT I HOPE WE DO! BC IT IS A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACE! AHH!

RIGHTO. SO SANDRA'S MAGIC. Love that for her! Love that they're actually devoting time to showing her interacting with La Befana and learning about herself and the pair of them discussing things!!! MUCH rather watch that than a 5 minute long auto-tuned elf song which is there just for a Santa/Satan joke! I'm excited to see how her whole arc goes--it looks like she's ACTUALLY GETTING ONE.

I wonder why Befana needs her to tell her parents, like, aside from obvious reasons. She was so insistent on Sandra making sure her parents knew she was training with Befana, that I'm wondering if there's something more to it a la "our powers don't work on other legendary figures". Like, was it to keep her mind clear? Is it like a past thing? Bc Witches are "scary" and often "bad" given that Santa calls Befana a "good one"?

That's another thign! Not sure I vibed with THAT whole thing. Both Claus's being like "yeah witches, they are deffs their stereotypes". Like. Idk. It sits. Not gr8 with me. Feels like performative activism, sorta, you know?

Which is also how I feel about the girl power moments, tbh. Like, it's nice to see them--Carol respecting Befana as a self-made woman, sister solidarity, etc. But it feels very performative! It feels very much like they are checking it off a list, you know? They're STILL like "Carol is trying to find a role for Mrs. Claus" and they go for COP? Wildin. Also wildin that the ELFS are COP EQUIVALENTS? Um, since WHEN?! They are funky little guys with jet packs and no regard for authority. Remember when they broke Santa out of jail and bullied the cop at the front desk? Remember that? YEAH.

OKAY SO NOW MY FAVOURITE PART TO TALK ABOUT. CUPID AND THE COUNCIL!

So as a classics major and a lover of the Cupid/Psyche myth (and personal bias from OCs made bc of said myth) I was unimpressed with the Mrs. Cupid convo. FIRST off, her name is PSYCHE so jot that down. SECONDLY. It was ONE ARROW MEANT FOR HER THAT SOMEHOW GOT LODGED INTO CUPID ACCIDENTALLY WHILE SENT ON AN ERRAND BY HIS MOTHER, VENUS, TO TAKE CARE OF (make her fall in love with a horrible monster/something/someone very ugly) PSYCHE BC SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL WORSHIP WAS DROPPING FOR VENUS AND GOING TO PSYCHE.

This resulted in Cupid and Psyche having a very strange romance/marriage in which Psyche's shitty sisters convince her to break Cupid's one rule (which was don't look at me) and he gets injured, HELD HOSTAGE by his mother, and Psyche has to go on a QUEST to free him that involves Venus making her do all sorts of shitty shenanigans, setting the personifications of sadness and despair on her, and trapping her in an eternal sleep. Cupid, afflcited by his own arrow, escapes his mother's house when he hears about this, finds her, and draws the sleep out of her, waking her up and reuniting them.

They then proceed to go to Zeus (not Jupiter despite Cupid being the Roman equivalent of Eros, and Venus roman of Aphrodite? It's interesting) like LOOK WHAT VENUS DID and Zeus goes "Wow, that's a little fucked up, actually. Listen, I'll make her a god and sanction your marriage and tell of your Mom IF you do something a little fucked up for me and help me get ANY woman I want" to which Cupid goes "Sure, that sounds reasonable and not fucked up at all" and then he and Psyche get married and have a fucking rager with the gods and have one kid, Pleasure, aka Hedone/Volupta, or in SOME iterations, THREE kids, Pleasure, Joy, and a third one who's name escapes me (Vanity I think) and presumably live happily ever after! READ FOR YOURSELF!

I am very passionate about this bc uh. this is uh. Dite's whole ass backstory? She is Hedone lmao so I've got some personal attachment here thanks to me own OCs lmao, ANYWAY

So YEAH that got me miffed. As did uh, the whole PEEKABOO and cupid making baby noises back at Riley. The ICK.

But you know what I DID love?? Cupid being like "I'm not spying but also, I am spying and also, the whole ass entire council is like BOI...WHAT THE FUCK". GET HIS ASS! CALL HIM OUT!! BC YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK SCOTT?? SEASON 1?? HELLO??? EVERYTHING BEFORE THAT??? VIOLATING THE SOS BY SHARING ALL THOSE SNOW GLOBES??? AHHHHHHH.

Cupid delivering that 3 month deadline and Council threat I was like. HERE for it. I was like. GET HIS ASS (this was one of the GHA counter moments tbh). Like, this dude is out of control! I think it's high time Scott meets the consequences for his actions! AH!

So YEAH. Excited to see Sandy and for New EB! I hope the whole Council comes back, even if they have to recast, that 5 minute scene would add YEARS to my life that Riley and Cal took away.

Because they are. So icky. I feel as though. There is a scale. And Marie is on one end, and Riley is on the other. This isn't just FIRST LOVE this is just DISGUSTING. Like it was cute at first last season but now Riley is honestly?? Sups annoying. You can tell that they're like, checking items off the list instead of actually putting more thought into them, because Riley is v much a stereotype and they have WAY UPPED her teenager levels. I need them to talk to actual teens. Nobody says OMG like that and also, she's bringing home BIKERS?????????? UM??????? It's like. Why are they so bad at writing love interests? You feel? Tho this could just be a me thing 🤔🤔🤔

They really should've socialized those kids, DAMN. Santa being like "And we all know how that [Romeo and Juliet] went" or whatever the line was had me like "FINALLY SCOTTY BOY. SOMETHING WE CAN AGREE ON!"

AND LAST ON MY LIST. THE SCOTT/SANDRA SCENE.

Finally. Finally. FINALLY. Some good parenting from Scott. FINALLY. Being sups understanding to Sandra? I actually loved it. He finally did ONE (1) GOOD THING. MAYBE HE IS? LEARNING? I DUNNO MAN! WE'LL SEE HOW IT GOES! But yeah, I did like that scene a lot. I'm just really here for Sandra getting her moment!

So YEAH. Overall, season 2 is okay. Gave me more laughs which is WELCOME, and I cannot wait to see how this develops. Especially since the lore was like, really thrown our way, you know? It was a lot for two episodes and again, did kind of contradict itself? Hopefully it clears up once Santa inevitably learns the truth about Mad Santa, probably mostly thanks to Carol who is DOING the MOST.

But yeah, I'm hoping to see the lore tidied/explained a bit better. Especially bc the whole elf lore opening, with the icy tunnels and drab vibes, didn't sit well with me? It...I didn't like it. Not my cup of tea. The lore in general isn't my cup of tea though it's fun to see it there finally, lol. Poor Toots, being named after a fart essentially (I went right to toilet humour, I'm sorry, I am so mature I promise i'm not)

Also, they really kinda. Throw around the head elf title, huh? It felt REALLY WEIRD to not see BMan there, and Toots just being thrown in? Weird it's WEIRD. I wouldn't bring B-Man back for it but MAN IS IT WEIRD. Especially since the new elves, as much as I ADORE THEM, don't have the same kind of like. Old feel to them? As the movie elves did? So I was like "they should NOT be there right now. They should NOT."

Righto. I am going to wrap this up bc I am INSANE and this is very very VERY long for a franchise like this 😅😅😅

[cyberdragoninfinity]

S-so uh...does the 13 year old fucked up trauma bot also Do A Murder or is he just a shit. Ik hes a tiny shit in the route but I dont know how it ends. Do they all do a kill. Does aporia do a kill. Ur making me apeshit with these, thank you so much for posting them

YAAAYY TIME TO TALK ABOUT TAG FORCE 6 LESTER!!!!

yeah ok so he doesn't actually kill anyone in Tag Force 5, his personalized route is effectively "WOW this child needs to be medicated" and he psychologically torments Akiza at one point, but it is remarkably murder free (the same. can not be said of Jakob's route Where He Fucking Kills Lester and Primo and You Just Have to Sit There and Watch. GOD) Also sidenote Lester's endroute png is sooo so cute ;__; the text is a little harrowing but don't worry about it.

APORIA only does a kill at the very end of his TF6 route, when he INADVERTENTLY KILLS HIS FUCKIGN HUSBAND AND CRIES ABOUT IT AND I EXPLODE TEN THOUSAND TIMES!!!!!!

BUT ANYWAY. TAG FORCE 6 LESTER. AGAIN, NOT ONE OF THE MAIN TIER CHARACTERS. IN THAT GAME. so like his final heart event starts the same as Primo's, but he duels Yusei and Crow instead of Yusei and Akiza, and he doesn't actually kill anyone like Primo does (though he does threaten and taunt them as the Ark Cradle manifests)

and then when you actually go up into the Ark with him he immediately starts Saying Things That We Get a Little Scared Over

^This is why it's such a pet peeve of mine when people seem to assume the Three Emperors either A.) are humans who were turned into robots or B.) are partially human/flesh and blood cyborgs--it's a pretty fundamental part of them that theyre NOT human, or even really "alive" (in their personal views, anyway!) They're constructs built by some guy who's declared himself God out of the memories of one of his dead best friends. AND THIS ONE IS PERMANENTLY LIKE 12 ! :)

Lester also talks about the despair he personifies and somehow it's even more Oh God, Oh, God than Primo's rant on the subject is.

😀 OK COOL !!!!

like. Primo's endgame story event is horrifying because he just murders Yusei in cold blood and then tells you that youre gonna die with him for a God who doesn't care about you and a cause you will never live to see the benefit of. LESTER'S endgame is horrifying because this permanent child is genuinely so happy to hang out and 'play' with you and sees all of this as a Funny Little Game. he and Primo are both excited about it but in these two very different ways

AND. WELL. I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD ONLY HAVE 30 IMAGES IN A POST. SO I WILL BE REBLOGGING WITH PART 2 OF THIS SOON !!! STAY TUNED!!

[prettypinklass]

I for one, would really like to hear about the Awakening X P3, so fire away cause I am intrigued.

Also don't feel bad about being crazy about it, I have been crazy for 3 different Persona AU's which I am actively writing fics for, some even as far back as July from 2022. I am insane with you there, especially when concerning the multiple ones with only P3 as the base.

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

This is the fic if you want to read it its not finished yet but yk. Putting thoughts under a cut because this might be a long one

The premise here is that I replaced Robin with Minato. Thats it thats the fic. Or it was.

Because now I have a whole list of social links with the Shepherds and other characters from awakening that I brainstormed with my friends. And Ryoji is there but only to Minato as Thanatos. And exploring Minato with amnesia, relearning the lessons he took from P3 and applying them with his new friends in the Shepherds, is really fun actually.

I dont. Have plans to explore every social link actually. I do NOT have enough patience for that. But I *am* writing out the social links for the Shepherds as a whole (the Fool), Lucina (the Hanged Man), and Emmeryn (the Star). Possibly Chrom as well im not sure

Anyway it includes ryomina, a lethal dose of headcanons, and the arisato/shirogane family au that ive recently been obsessed with thanks to another friend. stay tuned for marth jokes when tiki joins the cast because blue haired swordsman voiced by yuri lowenthal. I know he was recast in reload but please let me be funny just this once.

im not spoiling more arcana links but expect Minato and Vaike to be idiot best friends (I LOVE vaike hes so fucking funny) and some awakening kids shenanigans. and poor Frederick having to put up with the fact that Chrom found an amnesiac teenager lying on the ground and appointed him tactician after one(1) fight and discovering said teenager can spawn demons.

also minato and emmeryn parallels that i cannot wait to explore further

im so excited about this fic you dont even know. sorry robin out of the way im replacing you with minato and fucking sprinting with it.

Theres going to be. Definite changes later in the storyline (grima cant exist without robin, afterall, and awakening needs a big bad evil guy) but right now its just. Retelling awakening through the eyes of an amnesiac minato who is Very tired and Very confused

Awakening is my second favourite fire emblem game and persona 3 is my all time favourite persona game. i mash them together and get a wonderful mess to clean up

[quailavenuesystem]

Hi! I'm just gonna jump right in, I'm gender fluid!(I'm also a rat set out on stealing all your food but shh) I've decided I shall rant fictional characters on if I want to be them, be their friend, or join them in unholy matrimony, exciting, right? Let's rank our first dude I guess.

Jason Todd

And we're starting off strong! Big man, tank, daddy issues, what's not to love. Well, maybe the daddy issues but to each their own.

I don't really wanna be him though, I like being smaller, makes it easier to steal.

So the obvious option, if you've been online for an unholy amount of time would be unholy, right? Wrong. Man's would probably crush me like a damn fridge. I wouldn't be upset but like, I enjoy living man, shockingly.

A completely accurate description of me:

Don't get me wrong, he'd probably be sweet afterwards- if you were alive.

So finally, I would absolutely be this man's friend, he seems nice- once you befriend him, obvi. Like, joining the outlaws or something, their vibe with him is great. Also, I could climb this man like a dang jungle gym, and it would be so fun. Like, I feel like I could hang on his arm with a dang :3 face, so proudly. I have no shame, it would be completely platonic, and I feel like I would weigh nothing to this fucking tank.

Thank you for reading my unhinged rambling, tune in next time to my weird ass game of kiss, marry, kill, which I'll probably have sorted out somewhat by then (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

-Rat

[shojizbae]

Constantly Thinking about Eddie Munson

I have had the idea for a while about Eddie meeting an actual geeky nerd, she’s into star wars and all the typical stuff, but also, she’s fucking smart. Like giving Dustin a run for his money (but age-appropriate) smart. Anyways, Eddie is under the belief that he and the janitor are the only people at school. It’s a Thursday night, and it’s past the time that most clubs will have gone home by now. After giving it a well-deserved cleaning, he’s just locked up the drama room. (HC Eddie isn’t ‘messy or clean per se, but he strongly believes everything has a dedicated space). He whistles the melody to a van Halen song and swings his keys around the ring on his pointer finger when he passes the hidden band rehearsal room.

He stops as he hears this beautiful somber tune wafting from the cracked open door. He stops and listens for a moment but curiosity gets the best of him. He’s nosy by nature and he needs the answer. He gently slides the door open and hangs on the frame as he catches the artist. She’s sitting at a music stand on one of teh school’s plastic chairs and instead of sheet music there’s an open notebook with handwritten sheet music scrawled in ink that blotted and bled through the pages. She continues to play her symphony too lost in the zone to notice his nosy ass. The wall in front of her has a small dust-lined mirror that only shows her left temple. He can see you have fluffy bangs and that your eyebrows are scrunched up in concentration.

You play beautifully, he watches your shoulders jump and sway as you slice your bow across the instrument. it is only interrupted when he sighs in delight and a sharp noise comes from your bow halting abruptly against the steel strings. You catch eddies blissed face in the mirror as he jumps along with you

“Please, don’t stop on my account” He puts his hands out defensively like a cop is shinning a flashlight at him

“Who are you?” you give him a slightly accusati8onal look

“Eddie Munson, Town freak, and metal enthusiast” He takes an excited lunge toward you and holds his hand out for a handshake but steps back when he sees you slightly cower, hunching over the neck of your cello like a mama bird. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you” He steps back and put his hand in his pocket “I just had to hear you, you have a talent”

“Thank you,” You turn slightly back to your stand but he can see how your cheeks raise with a smile

“So hey, did you write that?” He takes another excited bound toward you to get a look at your notebook

“Don’t touch my book! Youswat his grubby hands away before he can get to it

“Sorry, hey I must be crossing all your boundaries?” He backpedals and pulls both hands out of his leather jacket “Let’s start over, I’m Eddie” He puts them genuinely on his chest and offers his least anxious smile “What’s your name?” you divulge him “Oh that’s pretty like that character from 

“Yeah” You cut him off

“Oh sorry you must get that all the time? People usually just call me a freak but one time in middle school I told a kid my name was Edward and they said ‘like that British prince?” Who even pays attention to the UK?” his perplexion made you giggle gently and it made him light up like a firework

“Wow, even your laugh is pretty-uhh” he cuts himself off when he realizes what he just said and what that might have implied. Any interpretation would be correct. If you thought that like your music, your laugh was harmonic he would have said yes but if you strung together that he believed you looked like a fairy princess from one of his secret campaigns you would also be correct.

“Thanks, Edward, you’re pretty too” You added even though you could feel your heart thrumming in a D4 “Hey do you know anywhere a girl could get a rootbeer float around here?” you began to pack up your cello into an acrylic case

“Uhh no, unfortunately, most of the mom-and-pop shops close during winter, and the mall is like forty minutes away. But, I can do you one way better.” He watches you wilt and then perk up with his words “There’s this swanky seven-eleven that got like one employee and I sell to him so he lets me pick out free shit all the time.”

“Oh sicks because I am” You pause and pat your pockets for emphasis “Low on funds”

“sweet, now give me that oversized oboe, and let’s get it my van.”

“Woah woah woah van? Are you trying to kidnap me?” you reluctantly hand him your cello case while you sling your backpack on your shoulder

“What? ME? Never! I might be handsome ad. charming but I am no Dahmer”

“Oh thank god, because you’ve got the glasses for it” You pat his chest as you pass him and flick off the light in the practice room

“You’re off your axis I’m not wearing any glasses.” he jogs a little to catch up to you

“Well you do kind of have that satanic I’m gonna stab you in the heart and sacrifice you to lord Baphomet kind of look going on. It works with the hair and all but there’s something a little Halloweeny about you.”

“That’s just rude little miss English teacher.”

‘I am not dressed like an English teacher!”

“Cause I’m looking at a denim skirt with an embroidered apple motif and a turtle neck cashmere sweater.”

“Ok, sorry I have style.”

“yeah, that of a widower with three cats named after famous jockeys.” He mumbles under his breath Before you can protest he loudly announces ‘there she is’ and pats the side of his navy blue van he throws open the pack door and very carefully slides your instrument in

“Climb in,” he motions with his head toward the passenger seat. You do, the car smells a little stale and you have to clear an old bag of take-out food that only had an empty box and some crumpled-up napkins. under that, you discover a box of condoms with ‘textured for her pleasure’ written in fancy gray cursive 

‘with three new textures huh’ you aloud and slap the box with your fingernails

“Hey put those down!” He snatches the box out of your hand and tosses it somewhere behind the center console “For your information, those ribbed got some tourist girl across the finish line twice

“Oh, really so have you just kidnapped my cello and put us in your little sex dungeon?”

“Hey, you better quit mouthing out if you want that rootbeer float.”

“Yes, sir.” You saluted badly, sat back on the passenger seat, and tucked your knees to your chest. He tried to gulp silently, but that ‘yes sir’ shook his stomach. He takes you through the cracked door of the twenty-four hour seven eleven.

"Sup man," He waves at the cashier without looking at him and books it for the ice cream machine.

"Here, take a cup," He hands you one of the biggest sizes of cups. "Then, just fill up the cup with the vanilla ice cream or whatever other flavor floats your boat."

"Who in their right mind would make a coffee root beer float?"

"Isn't that an Italian thing?" He pulls the cup from your hand and starts filling it with vanilla ice cream. "Like they put a scoop of ice cream and like espresso?"

"I don't know; I've never left Indiana." You accept the plastic straw Eddie hands you

"Really?" He gets a straw and takes a few steps to a large Coca-Cola dispenser. He blindly puts his cup beneath the cherry coke fountain. "Where are you from?"

"Indianapolis. but we- uh my dad and I- moved here when a job opened up for the band teacher."

"oh shit, your dad took old Mr. Nalistskys place?"

"I guess so," you'd shrugged and put your cup under a nearby Barq's rootbeer dispenser. "The last one dropped dead, and the houses here are pretty cheap.

"Yeah, that's cause everyone here is poor."

"Oh?" you pulled the paper wrapper off your straw and crumpled it up, "Are you poor, 'cause we're pretty poor."

"Yeah," Eddie started walking you back to the exit "My uncle and I live at the trailer park a couple miles away.

"Oh, my dad was looking at one, but after living in a one-bedroom apartment for the last 12 years, he wants some space."

"That's nice," the bell rings as you leave, and the cashier says, 'bye to Eddie "I'd kill to live in a bungalow."

"Oh, don't get me wrong the place is a real fixer-upper. We have to convert the basement into a bedroom or possibly the attic, but the house is still a one-bedroom."

"Well, go with the basement if you want to feel like a dungeon troll or a prisoner. If you want to feel like a vampire, go with the attic, although the attic will make it hard to sneak out." Eddie suggests as he jauntily waves his straw around.

"Noted, I turn eighteen next month, so my dad won't care bout sneaking out, but he might care about sneaking someone in." you shove your straw in the sweet-sludgy mixture and suck some up. Meanwhile, Eddie chokes a little. He clears his throat and opens the passenger door for you.

"Why'd you seize up like that?" you enquire when he shuts his driver's door.

"I just sometimes forget most seniors are 17."

"Well, how old are you?"

"You'd run for the hills if I told you."

"You think this van isn't enough for me to put my cross trainers on?" he chuckles boyishly at your sass

"uh, well, I've flunked senior year twice, so I'll be twenty in April."

"Oh, what, two years older than me? You thought that would scare me? In the city, my best friend had a boyfriend who was 23, and we were sophomores!" you laugh a little at the end. He laughs too but then adds

"That's not bad; that's a crime."

"Yeah?" you chew on your lip. "Would you call it a crime if I wanted to kiss you?" Eddie wants to formulate a witty response, but it seems you've fried his brain. Besides, you're already crawling over the center console.

[permanentclawgrip]

okay this was originally part of my roommate rant post but imma do it separately because its more of a critique of a mindset:

I do not understand rapid completionist collecting culture

i know what youre saying, "eve, what the fuck are you talking about that makes no sense" let me explain

theres probably a proper term for it but I've noticed a worrying trend specifically in online spaces recently of rapid completionist collecting culture. basically a subculture of wider collectors which focuses on the attainment of a "complete collection" as fast as possible and often with a disregard for the actual content of what they are collecting. i have seen posts about this in comic collecting forums. ive seen similar kinds of posts on video game forums. my experience with it has been through my roommate though, who i will kind of vaguepost about (nothing new for this blog tho).

My roommate, who we'll call Adam (not his real name) for the sake of brevity, has a real strange relationship with these cultures. I first noticed it soon after i moved in with him, when he decided to watch every publicly available tv show and movie that marvel has made,,, ever,,, including every ,,, single ,,, saturday ,,, morning ,,, cartoon. this small feat took months. all catalogued in a nice tidy spreadsheet noting the runtime of them, the episode count of the shows, which storylines were adapted (iirc), and his overall rating (again iirc). this was not a months long project because oh he only watched an episode or two a day, no not at all. i would leave for work with some x-men cartoon playing in our living room and come home to fantastic 4 playing instead. every day. hours upon hours. it was not a simple, "oh one day ill watch them all eventually". it was a dedicated marathon of back to back to back marvel. it honestly completely burnt me out on all things superhero just being in proximity to it.

so what is there to take from this? "let people like stuff!" "its just a show why are you so mad?" well its hard to put my finger on it to be honest without sounding pretentious or hyperbolic. ill try my best...

in just a second...

first lets get pretentious!

i personally find this style of engaging with content to be very shallow. ive always kind of had a bone to pick with background watching, having a show on while doing some other task, but this is different. while background watching is annoying imo, most of the time people are doing so with shows that are kind of built for that (think sitcoms or light dramas) where you can kind of tune in and tune out on a whim and the point is more on the other activity that the show is the background stimulation for (i.e. homework, sewing, cooking, hanging with friends, etc.). in short, when background watching, the point is not to really watch the show. so that should be the polar opposite to what my friend was doing, right? nope! all these stats and all this time, just to usually be playing destiny or scrolling through DiscussingFilms' twitter posts for most of it. this is a recipe for not really getting anything from these shows.

secondly, the binge model is kind of horrible for story engagement or thematic understanding. there are very few stories in long form media which adapt well to binging. it has been discussed before, so im not going to re-litigate those arguments here, but suffice to say that binging is bad actually. pair that with these shows mostly being background fodder and it just strikes me as profoundly pointless.

Maybe I just have different wants from my media than others, but i usually like my media to have a point beyond just "it looks cool" or "it belongs to an ip i like". spin offs dont really excite me unless theres a reason for it to exist beyond just "hey look at this cool side character! guess what? theyre a main character now!" yes a lot of good stuff has come from "spin off" series (look at puss in boots: the last wish as just one example), but their mere existence will never excite me. i prefer to really watch movies or tv shows that im interested in: dim the lights, grab some popcorn, and set aside time to really engross myself in every detail. its not for every show and it is a little time consuming, but the depth in every piece of art that you learn to see is so worth it. but maybe thats not everyone priority.

okay now lets get hyperbolic!

im not going to sugar coat this and itll sound weird, but i see a lot of similarities between this kind of hyper obsessive yet shallow fixation and some very very disgusting subcultures online. and i dont mean that because i dont understand them. i mean that because i am sadly referencing many of the boys and young men who fall down the alt-right pipeline through porn fixation. if you do not know what i am talking about, youll have to trust me on this because i do not think that anyone should look these things up on their own because good god every trigger warning possible applies if you look at some of these peoples accounts. they make my stomach churn and i am pretty resilient to things. basically for those who dont know, what im referring to is a subculture of predominantly young men who become obsessed with porn and porn stars to the point that it is all they can think about. if this is giving hints of incels, it should because the venn diagram is actually just a smaller circle within a larger circle. their obsession and incel nature leads them to the expected political and social beliefs: misogyny, transphobia, grooming, forced marriage, etc. truly some of the worst humans.

now is this a leap? admittedly yes. but i dont think the comparison isnt without merit. the initial actions are the same and both lead to heavy levels of social isolation. sure you have your in group that understands every reference you make, but beyond them, you become stunted. that social isolation is the most dangerous fuel for a man to have.

overall thesis

i could write at length about this topic (and who knows i might one day) but ill keep it brief for now. in short, this trend of hyper obsessive binging that ive seen is extremely confusing to me at best and potentially dangerous at worst. i wish i had a way to break people's habits with this kind of thing but sadly i do not know how.

[gretagerwigsmuse]

i absolutely lost it reading this fic it is so CUTE! i just love seeing bradley and sweet girl grown as a couple and get to a place where they’re throwing a fancy thanksgiving for everyone in their positively adorable house! and invoking the name of my patron saint?? inspired! she would be so proud of this thanksgiving and would definitely let duck the dog have some nibbles and nobbies! i also love that unlike yours truly who spoils the entire fic for you when i’m writing something, you always keep me on my toes with the best lil pivots! more below 💕

And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer. - i can absolutely picture her sitting up straight in bed at 3am GASPING about the cranberry sauce - AS SHE SHOULD, MIND YOU!

His smart and beautiful wife. - 🤭🤭

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family - her mom is so sweet! i just know she was so excited when she found out they were a couple! i love how often she’s mentioned in the fics too?

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace - okay i’m obsessed martha stewart?!!? and then the pinecone place cards to say nothing about the new green lower cabinets???? i love their house so so much it seems so cozy and lived in (even though they’re not real…) and don’t even get me started on how camp the oversized confetti is (do i reread the first time fic? mayhaps)

“Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.” - 🫠🫠 pls just take me against the dishwasher i’m BEGGING and the pretty GREEN dress that gets bunched up around my hips?! PLUS IT’S VELVET?? say less pls

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead. - i love her so much. like all the mannerisms and whatnot they’re so in character and in tune and realistic to what we’ve seen from her?

He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. - i’m actually obsessed with this line which seems so random BUT IT’S SO REALISTIC?!? my mom and i spent 15 minutes doing this earlier today!

And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out. You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything. - i think this is one of the reasons why i love them as a couple so much? there’s just SO much history? and bradley being like “i was FORCED to hang out with her” lol sure sure i get it, suuuuure (i need more of younger them)

He pushes off the counter and grabs a glass off of one of the floating shelves and fills it with some ice water. - floating shelves 🫠🫠🫠 green lower cabinets 🫠🫠🫠

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other. His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm. - NO BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK?!!?! how could you do this to me - question mark? it’s so pretty and lovely!!! and then her emphatic “no. no i wouldn’t” (it reminded me of That Line)

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head. - i’m fucking GAGGED!??!!! MY QUEEN! MY PATRON SAINT!?! (also bradley kind of IS jeffrey like career wise so…)

He’d even been able to source and rent some more chairs to make sure that everyone would have a seat at the table. - okay but this is actually the hardest part of having a friendsgiving because like where is my city dwelling ass going to get TEN CHAIRS?!? i literally bought some and a table and have them hidden around my apt

Bradley wasn’t a schlump in the kitchen. He knew his way around a cookbook and a stove. His knife skills were pretty damn good too, if he did say so himself. - A-FUCKING-MEN I KNOW HE’S CAPABLE

You had made a photocopy of it to use so that the original didn’t get ruined, and then pointed out a spot on the wall where you said you’d thought it would look nice in a frame hanging in the kitchen. - i absolutely LOVE when people do this!!

It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well. - i told you this earlier but this is so fucking hot like godddddddd daddy?!?! his big arms!?!

He might have had something else in mind to wear for the evening before he saw you in that dress, had ironed the shirt the night before and everything, but last-minute pivot it was well worth it when you looked at him like that. - nah because get out of here with this!!!! HIM! HER! MATCHING! GREEN?!?!!?!?!?

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck. - MOTHER FUCKING DUCK THE DOG MY SWEET BOY!! also it’s duck, like quack is HILARIOUS and i can just see the look on his face saying it

“A youth!” you exclaim, “He’s a growing boy.” - CUTE!!! I LOVE IT

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations. - golden balls!!!! also i hope he has to get it in person and sees casey and is like HA I WIN

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.” - MY SWEET GIRL (CAPITALIZED!!!!) i love this so much! the faulty stemware! then the butter! this is so sweet and i love that it’s what gets us the big reveal!

Bradley still can’t believe he gets to be this lucky in life. - kill! me! (also i love that they both have different ideas re the conception)

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you. - how do you write this beautifully? it’s really not far to me of my (pregnancy less) hormones? this is so lovely

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry. - i too PANICKED when i first read this line

Bradley calls out just in time to see his dad round the corner. - HIS DAD!!!!! KILL! ME! PLSSSSSS THATS HIS DAD THATS HIS DAD

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” - alexa…i’m really not over this name? it is so so soooooooo perfect? like i think it’s the best baby boy name i’ve ever seen in a bradley x reader fic? and i’m being so serious. like im speechless COOPER? MITCHELL? FORD? goodnight y’all!

The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time. “Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.” - i actually started crying when bradley says “yeah dad” because like??? we have him think it a lot and it’s clearly something that means a lot to him, but to have him verbalize it is just so wonderful and lovely?

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family. - 🤭🤭🤭 this is so so lovely i don’t have anything else to say

Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him. - stop 🥺🥺 i’m crying again!

He’s right where he’s supposed to be. - AND I WANT YOU RIGHT HERE

In a Place Just Right

Summary: It's your first year hosting Thanksgiving in San Diego for the Daggers and Bradley can tell you're a little nervous about it. But he already knows it's going to be one for the books, because any holiday spent with you better than anything he could have imagined.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5K

Warnings: fluff and allusions to smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! Happy Thanksgiving, friends!)

For the last six years Penny has been the one to host Daggersgiving, but this year hostess duties had fallen on your plate. Needless to say, Bradley knew you were more than a little stressed about it.

When you had asked him about his opinion on the merits of canned cranberry sauce versus homemade he’d blinked at you a few times before asking, “Is this a thing people care about?”

He’ll never forget how adorably aghast you looked to learn that he had no preference on the matter. And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer.

“Both, we’ll have both,” you’d stated resolutely.

“Whatever you want, kid," he’d murmured as he’d pulled you to his chest and wrapped an arm around your stomach. His smart and beautiful wife. "Now go back to sleep, you’re supposed to be dreaming of sugarplums not cranberries."

“Wrong holiday, Bradley,” you’d sighed, relaxing against him. And it hadn’t taken you long to fall back asleep with that cranberry crisis having been averted.

But now people were due to show up in less than an hour and you were fluttering around the kitchen like a madwoman in a very pretty green dress, "I knew that quickie was a bad idea. You're never quick, Bradley."

He’d been away and missed many holidays over the years due to his career.

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family, but more often than not it rarely aligned with him being stationed all over the world. But he’d always been happy to get to have a phone call with you and eat the homemade cookies you’d sent him on those years spent apart.

But now Bradley got to look forward to spending every holiday with you in the home you shared with him.

Over the last week the house had slowly but surely transformed into something that was straight out of a magazine.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace. And overpriced candles from your favorite store flickered cheerfully on every surface that wasn’t a fire hazard to a bunch of enthusiastic Naval aviators. The dining table was dressed up to the nines and everyone spot with their names painstakingly written in your pretty script on a place card sitting in a pinecone.

You had even made some oversized confetti in the shape of oak leaves out of some old books, the copy of ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ that Nat had given him years ago as a joke was finally repurposed and recycled into something more festive over where the beverages had been set up.

The whole house smells amazing. Warm cinnamons and nutmegs mixing with bright citrus and warm vanillas. The kitchen island and countertops were filled with various plates and platters and bowls of dips, charcuterie, fruit and vegetables, nuts, and other savories. All the other dishes were being kept warm in the ovens for when everyone arrived and was ready to settle around the dining table for dinner.

Bradley was positive that no one would leave feeling hungry. He also wasn’t entirely sure where the things his friends where going to go, but there were worst problems to have.

Penny had taken Amelia with her to visit her family on the East Coast. They’d decided it would probably be better for Mav to hang back in San Diego for the holiday, those tensions with her dad were still a bit strained even though they’d been married for almost four years now.

Which is how the Bradshaw’s were hosting their first Thanksgiving for everyone.

This morning had been organized chaos. Some of the last minute-things had only managed to be checked off with the assistance of strong coffee and a good playlist.

However, he’d still managed to sneak in the opportunity to spin you around the kitchen to your wedding song when it came up on shuffle. After all the cranberries were still popping and boiling down; there was time for it, he'd always make time for it.

But that was then.

Now, you are glaring at him like you’d been personally victimized by him and his cock.

“You complaining, sweet girl?” he asks with a smirk, leaning his hip against the kitchen island watching as you briskly stir the gravy heating up in the copper sauce pot on the stove. “Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.”

You shoot him a look that would make a weaker man wither, but he’s built up an immunity to it over a lifetime of having it directed at him.

“I think that’s quite enough out of you,” you reprimand, but he sees the amusement in your eyes even as you fight to keep the annoyed façade on your face. “We’re behind schedule now. I thought I buffered in enough time, just in case-”

“Just in case you begged me to give you an orgasm to, and I quote, ‘help me chill out’?”

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead.

“All I’m saying is that if my beautiful wife is begging for me, I’m certainly not going to say no. I’m only human,” he says with an all too pleased shrug.

Bradley grabs the can opener and works on opening the canned cranberry sauce. He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. The scalloped white one with gold rim it'll be.

“For the record, I certainly did not beg,” you say primly, glowering into the homemade stuffing that you’d had him get the bread from the nice bakery across town for.

“Sure, sure,” he drawls, the smirk growing wider on his face as he sets to freeing the jelly from its rippled container.

He knows he shouldn’t tease you right now, but you’re so cute when you get huffy that he can’t help himself. He’s known that petulant raise of your chin his whole life. And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out.

You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything.

“Do I still look ok? Or do I need to do a quick refresh before everyone gets here?” you ask. You turn to fully face him, tilting your head one way and then another for his inspection.

He would happily stare at you all day if you’d let him. He loves your pretty eyes and what you’ve done with your hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he grins, “And if anyone asks, we can just say you’re flushed from all the cooking.”

“Bradley,” you whine setting down your wooden spoon down on the counter with a sharp thwack.

“Ok, ok. I’m done, I promise,” he says putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle.

He pushes off the counter and grabs a glass off of one of the floating shelves and fills it with some ice water.

“Good,” you tut haughtily, as you fiddle with the white and orange striped kitchen towel hanging on the oven door, “I was about to threaten to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

“You wouldn’t.” Even the thought of it makes his stomach feel unsettled.

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other.

His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm.

“No. No, I wouldn’t,” you agree, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his cheek in thanks when he presses the cold glass into your hands.

Bradley tugs you away from the warm stove and you reluctantly follow and sit on the barstool he’s pulled out for you on the other side of the kitchen island.

He runs his hand up and down your back comfortingly as you take a few sips, “We’re in a great place, sweet girl.”

“Mhm, yeah. Sure, of course.” You couldn’t sound less unsure if you tried. “It’s just… I’m nervous about the mushroom and leeks bread pudding. I’ve never made it before. And what if we run out of wine?”

“What’s been our motto?” he asks, taking over the helm at the stove whisking the gravy together as it begins to thicken.

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head. 

“Atta girl, we sure do. And Nat said she’s is bringing a few bottles she picked up from when she went to Napa, the good shit. It’s going to be great. Trust me,” he says giving you a warm smile. “Will it make you feel better to go over everything again?”

“Yes, please,” you say, anxiously drumming your fingers along the side of your water glass.

He’d stepped up where he could like making sure the house was pristine and cleaning up the yard by blowing off the wrinkled remainders of the yellow Tipuana flowers. He’d even been able to source and rent some more chairs to make sure that everyone would have a seat at the table.

Bradley wasn’t a schlump in the kitchen. He knew his way around a cookbook and a stove. His knife skills were pretty damn good too, if he did say so himself. But he also knew when somethings were out of his wheelhouse. So he’d taken to being your sous chef, and had taken to washing and prepping the ingredients for you so that all you had to do was toss them in whatever shiny pot they were destined for.

He even made his mom’s favorite pie. It had been years since he's had it, and he was excited to share it with everyone.

Your mom had mailed the copy of the original recipe she had that was written in Carole’s rounded, flourished script. You had made a photocopy of it to use so that the original didn’t get ruined, and then pointed out a spot on the wall where you said you’d thought it would look nice in a frame hanging in the kitchen. And he'd fallen a little more in love with you.

“Ok, hit me with it,” he says turning the heat to low for the gravy and putting the lid on.

This was a partnership through and through, he was going to give you all the support you needed.

“The turkey?”

Bradley picks up the fancy digital meat thermometer he’d bought for the occasion to check, “Big Bird has an hour and twenty more minutes to work on his tan and then he’ll rest for another thirty. Giving people time to graze and mingle and get some drinks in them, just like you wanted.”

You nod and hum contemplatively, “I’ve been thinking we need a salad. I don’t feel like we have enough vegetable options.”

He knows better than to point out that you’re currently snacking on snap peas from not one, but three, of the veggie platters the two of you had put together the night before.

“We’ve got the crispy brussels sprouts, the garlic and hazelnut green beans, and the honey glazed carrots with lemon. We’re more than fine on the fiber and beta-carotene. Michelle Obama would be proud, kid.”

That gets a little laugh from you.

“Well, as long as you think Michelle would be happy than we’re probably fine,” you say with a smile around your water glass that tells him you know exactly what he’s doing invoking your favorite First Lady.

“What else are you thinking about?” Bradley asks peering in the lower of their double ovens, where foiled covered dishes are lined up in perfect symmetry are warming away having been prepared in advance.

“Do you think two bags of rolls will be enough? Or should I text Mav and ask him to grab one more?”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes dip down to his ass in his gray slacks. So he might linger as second longer than necessary to let you enjoy the view, since it’s for the female gaze and all.

He’s never understood wearing the most restrictive clothing on the holiday that involves the most eating, but that was Penny’s tradition to have everyone dressed in their nicest and you had insisted on keeping it going even if she was on the other side of the country.

You’d teased him earlier when you’d seen him emerge from the bedroom wearing the short-sleeved green cashmere polo you’d gotten him a couple years ago. It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well.

“When did we become the couple that matches?” you’d asked gesturing to your dress as you gave him an appreciative onceover.

If the past was anything to go off of, you would be running your hands over the soft material covering his chest and back all night.

“I just like reminding people who I belong with, sweet girl.”

He might have had something else in mind to wear for the evening before he saw you in that dress, had ironed the shirt the night before and everything, but last-minute pivot it was well worth it when you looked at him like that.

When he stands back up, he gives you knowing wink.

And in return you throw a baby carrot at him with a laugh.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least to hear the quick clack-clack-clack of nails on the wood floors as their fluffy black and white Portuguese Water Dog rounds the corner. Having been summoned by the sound of food hitting the floor from where he had been dozing near the fireplace in the living room.

The carrot is gone in an instant and he comes to sit at Bradley's feet by the stove, looking up at him from under his curly eyebrows clearly hoping he'll get another snack.

“Nah, bud. You’re barking up the wrong tree over here,” he says leaning down to scratch his floppy ears.

“Ah, come here, Duck,” you croon, calling him over to your side of the island. “He’s so mean for a man who claimed he just saw God not too long ago, isn’t he?”

Bradley snorts and shakes his head at you amused.

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck.

At the dog park, more often than not people mistook it for ‘Buck’. And you were usually off to the side more than happy to let him take the lead, biting your lip to keep from laughing at his less than enthusiastic expression when he’d have to warily explain yet again It’s Duck like quack.

You’re not even subtle about the piece of cheese you pull from the charcuterie board to feed him.

“I saw that,” he says, giving you a pointed lift of his eyebrow, “You know Bob is going to be spoiling him all night.”

“It was just a little piece of cheese. Plus, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling. I saw you go over there and deliver him his own little veggie platter with some of the leftovers we had while I was making the apple cider sangria.”

“That’s different, that’s good for him,” he says rounding the island, reaching over and snagging his own slice of cheese to snack on.

“And cheese is a protein. He’s just a baby, Bradley, what am I supposed to do? Not give him a piece of swiss?” You slide off your chair to squat down and rub Duck’s belly, you’ve always been his favorite.

“He’s almost five,” he replies flatly.

“A youth!” you exclaim, “He’s a growing boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley says affectionately with a little roll of his eyes. He knows a losing battle when he sees one.

He offers you his hand to help you stand back up, but you wave him off and pull yourself up using the edge of the island. You take a moment to readjust your dress before making your way to the sink by the big windows that look out into the backyard.

“Speaking of Bob, do you know if he’s bringing his fiancée?” you ask from over your shoulder as you wash your hands.

“Not this time, sweetheart. I guess she volunteered to cover a shift in the NICU when she heard they were short staffed.”

“Oh that’s too bad, I was excited to see her ring in person,” you say drying off your hands and heading to the pantry.

“It’s all he can talk about at work. I guess they’re thinking about a Spring wedding next year. They don’t want to wait too long to get married.”

“I’m so happy for them,” you say, digging around for a moment and then emerge with a stack of some sturdy plastic plates and set them on the last free spot on the countertop. “Don’t let me forget to make them up a couple plates that he can bring home for her, before Fanboy declares it time for ‘second dinner’ and eats all the yams like he did last year.”

“I won’t forget, promise,” he says fondly.

If you were facing him, he knows you’d probably tease him for the look on his face and just how gone he is for you.

You’ve always been so generous, it’s one of the things that he loves most about you.

You were always good about hustling him out of his well-earned money from is part time job scooping ice cream in high school, like with the fundraiser you did for the local soup kitchen and the one for the elementary school summer arts program.

He’s always been wrapped around your finger, it just took him awhile to realize why.

It’s the same reason why there’s been a donation that comes out of his bank account every month for the last five years for one of the San Diego animal shelters.

Bradley had made a rather sizable donation and then set up a smaller reoccurring monthly one after the chaos that was the time Bob had set you up with his friend who worked at the shelter, back before the two of you had gotten together.

Even after all these years, he still can’t help but get a little irritated every time he sees that guy’s face in the monthly newsletter that comes to his email. On newsletter day Bradley always finds himself giving Duck extra treats.

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations. Only five more years to go.

You’re over by the bar that’s been set up off to the side, straightening the already very straight rows of gleaming wine glasses when he hears you suck in a sharp gasp.

Bradley drops the dish cloth he had in his hands as he attempted to give what little counter space there was left a final wipe down and is in front of you in half a heartbeat. Was there a fluke with some faulty stemware? Are you bleeding? There’s a reason Thanksgiving is one of the busiest days at the hospital.

“The butter!” you cry out as you whirl around, your pretty eyes welling up with tears, “I let you fuck me and I forgot to pull the butter from the fridge. It’s going to be too hard for people to spread now!”

He knows it’s more than just hosting jitters that’s got you like this, but it still catches him by surprise sometimes.

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.”

You make a distressed noise but allow him to keep his hold on you, “But the butter…”

“I already pulled the butter, see?” He points to the sticks that are already softening away on the counter. “Will you take a couple slow breaths for me, please? This place looks and smells amazing. We did good, baby.”

Bradley feels the moment your body relaxes into him.

He presses a kiss to the side of your temple as he smooths his hands down your soft, pretty green velvet dress and the warm, firm curve of your rounded stomach soothingly.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s the hormones,” you sigh, as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

He hums empathically as he sways gently side to side with you in his arms.

“I would like to go on the record saying that I like pregnancy hormones, especially the ones from earlier,” he jokes lightly.

“That makes one of us,” you say with a watery laugh, “Just wait until I am waking you up at 4 AM because I am craving something from a drive-thru that’s not open.”

“Mm, can’t wait,” he murmurs before dropping a few kisses along the soft line of your jaw.

Bradley still can’t believe he gets to be this lucky in life.

He doesn’t want to forget a single moment of this. With you, with his family.

“We did a really good job with this one,” he whispers into your ear, still stroking your stomach, not wanted to disturb the magic in the domesticity.

“We really did, da--” Bradley groans and cuts you off with a kiss. He can feel the impish smile plastered on your lips as he kisses you. His favorite menace.

He knows you’re pretty sure it was the spontaneous hook up in the storage closet at the Hard Deck on the Fourth of July that’s responsible for the noticeable bump you’re sporting. Call him a romantic, but he likes to think it was that night in the Bronco overlooking the ocean when he’d taken the long way back home.   

You pull away all too soon for his liking to grab his left hand. He sees the flash of the two diamonds on your engagement ring, one from his mom and one from yours, as you take it and press it to a spot near your bellybutton.

The feeling of the fluttering under his palm will never get old. He’s not too proud to say he’d shed a tear or two the first time he’d felt it.

Bradley lets himself bask in this moment as he two of you stand there in the kitchen of your dream house.

There are a few pops from the wood in the fireplace, the refrigerator is humming away in the background, and he can just hear the sounds of a melodic piano from the playlist he queued up earlier playing over the speaker.

Of all the delicious scents that waft through the house, the smell the floral and musk notes in you perfume is still his favorite.

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you.

It’s the only reason he can think of that explains why you fit so perfectly against his body.

Why his hands can fit so perfectly over your rounded stomach.

Why it’s his hands that you have trusted to protect your heart.

And he’s still holding you in the warmth of the kitchen when he hears the front door open.

Bradley knows he’s going to have to play host soon and he just wants to keep you in his arms for just a little longer.

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry.

You spin in his arms, looking at him wide eyed and confused as you two exchange a look. He presses one last kiss to your cheek before letting you go.

“Thought you were going to bring the rolls, Mav,” Bradley calls out just in time to see his dad round the corner.

Pete stands there proudly grinning holding a few bags of bakery rolls in one hand and a turkey in the other.

The sound of your delighted laughter makes his heart swell in his chest as he takes in the sight.

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” you gush as you go to greet Mav with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Your son’s chubby arms reaching out for you.

Mav has dressed your almost two-year-old son in a soft, plush turkey costume that is complete with tailfeathers and a beak. He’s clearly a fan of the outfit too because he is grinning widely, showing of the more of the baby teeth that have come in over the last few months.

Mav had swung by earl this morning to take him off your hands to get ready for Daggersgiving without chasing an almost-toddler around. While it was nice to have some time just the two of you while you got the place in order and took care of the last-minute things, like that homemade cranberry sauce, but he’d missed not having his son around.

The sweet sound of Cooper’s giggles and your coos fill up the kitchen as he watches you pepper his face with kisses. You bounce him a little and do a little spin, making the little boy laugh even more. The two of you in your own little bubble.

“You doin’ ok over there, kiddo?” Mav asks, a soft grin on his face as he sets the rolls on the counter to pull him in for a hug.

The two men had made their way back to each other over the last few years, just another thing that Bradley was grateful for in his life. The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time.

“Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.”

From there it’s a flurry of activity as people start to arrive.

Nat comes with her longtime girlfriend and the extra bottles of the fancy Napa wine she promised to bring. Only handing it over once he promised to give her the name of the contractor the two of you had worked with and the exact shade of green that was used on the lower cabinets during your kitchen renovation.

Payback and Fanboy and their girlfriends show up wearing oversized turkey hats on their heads each carrying a bakery box of pie.

Bradley isn’t surprised when Duck ditches the attention that Coyote was giving him the second Bob shows up with the famous Floyd family scalloped potatoes. Bob has always been a sucker for a pair of puppy dog eyes.

And in between checking on people’s glasses, swapping out empty appetizer trays for fuller ones, and making sure Jake doesn’t tamper with his perfectly cooked turkey, he’s got his eyes trained on you.

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family.

He had missed this stage of your pregnancy when he was deployed and you were pregnant with Cooper. He was determined to savor every second of this one. Every butter related freak out and every late-night milkshake run.

Being in his house surrounded with all the people he loves, minus a couple who are here in spirit, isn’t something he could ever take for granted. It’s more blessings than he ever hoped to receive in this lifetime.

You look over your shoulder at him and everything about the way you’re looking at him is picture perfect.

Your smile sunshine gold and just for him as you hold his gaze for a moment as time ticks on around the two of you. You send him a little wink before turning back to Mav who has his phone held up for a FaceTime call with Penny and Amelia.

Bradley sees his son peek his head up from where it had been nestled into your neck. Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him.

As he makes his way over to the two of you with his heart full, he makes a mental note to ask Mav later where he got that costume. He’s already planning on running out tomorrow to see if they have any more in stock now that it seems they have a new Bradshaw tradition on their hands.

He’s going to have three little turkeys running around this time next year and he couldn’t wait.

Cooper and him were going to be outnumbered soon.

The two of you had found out earlier in the month that Everly Caroline Bradshaw and Olivia Saylor Bradshaw were going to be the newest members to join your little family.

His girls.

It was an announcement the two of you were excited to share later tonight with everyone else when the slices of pies were being passed around.

He scoops up Cooper from you with one arm, dropping a kiss onto his little boy’s perfect curls as his small fist clutches as the soft fabric of his shirt. And then Bradley kisses the crown of your head as he wraps his other arm around you, his thumb stroking the swell of your belly.

With you- because of you- he gets to have it all.

The wife. The family. The house. The dog. The life. The dream.

He’s right where he wants to be.

He’s right where he’s supposed to be.

Happy Thanksgiving! This was such a joy to write, thank you for reading!

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[ducknotinarow]

2012 Raphael - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… 

12 Raphie turn uwu I'm constantly sadden by people making him out to be abusive well openly ignoring how he contradicts his words all the damn time. Claims his brothers are annoying and he would be better on his own. First thing he dose when any of them are in trouble? run to their rescue. extends to others even like rushing to save April or how often he covers and protects Casey. You can't go off what he says gotta watch what he dose Raph is emotionally stunted and illiterate. He loves his family and friends he's just not able to communicate it ;3; Honestly I love his character arch in the show it's very much in the background seeing him going from Cocky and closed off to humbling himself a bit and opening up more. I just wish not most of his episodes centered around his fear of bugs (totalt of 3 times we get this plot) considering some of the stuff he dealt with u-u

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"I know how to write jeez." Two examples since the show dose give us this little peek of Raph's work on the party wagon. Raph writes in cursive and he kind of hates it. Raph just has the artist eye and because hes so used to writing tools from drawing he has a nice flow when he writes. Has one of the far more easier handwriting to understand. it is a nice little peek into who he is because its clear to read you can see that Raph is pretty confident the rounded look to his letters also shows he is creative with artistic ability but seeing as we have his art in view we already know this. He writes fast though because he is kind of impatience unless it for like the party wagon painting her than he'll take his time. It's often the only time you'll see Raph hold patience.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"hmmm been a lot of places? See we went to space cause of the tricetrons. UH been to Japan twice one for time travel and I think Don said we went to some other world Japn that other time too? Uh saw Egypt and Transylvania as well? Soo I dunno whats more distance?"

I guess comes down to what you think is the furthest distance? In America it's up to the Farm House. On the planet? Thanks to Ranet him and his brothers have gone to Parts of Europe, Japan and even Egypt. He has been to Space and not just space different planets well there. Not to mention the few times he's go to full different dimensions. Which I dunno in a way is nice seeing how there was a good chance they would never even seen the surface of New York.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"Eh I 'ike the city too much who needs the outdoors." Lies, during the farm house arch Raphael was fucking thriving in the woods. This boy was out there every day training and even taking care of things around the place like chopping wood for fires and what not. I think he came to really love being out in the woods since they had so much freedom even with the doom hanging over his head. Once Leo was awake from his coma you can see Raph being able to fully enjoy it. The few times they go camping or travel in more nature settings he never has any issue with it, its a nice change of pace from sewer tunnels and brick city buildings.

He was having the time of his life even when him and brothers tried to figure out how to simply start a fire he was pretty damn excited for a fire even if the rain took it out soon after. Heck first solo patrol he goes on hes wearing his vision quest outfit for no reason at all. Raph just really got in tuned with nature didn't take much for him to do so on his quest either able to connect with fire pretty easy. Also one of the times Raph's anger issue were really centered because he was anger all that fresh air seemed to be good for him.

Closest he gets to nature in the city is when he sneaks away to the docks. He loved the woods of course but he loves the beach even more. He likes the feeling of walking on the soft sand, loves the sound of the waves washing over it. When the moon is is wide and full it's near sliver light seems to just reflect over the water and give the sand an unmatched look. It's the pretties thing he has ever seen and only recreated once by a certain pretty boy of his.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"First? well I guess watching Splinter fightin' ? I kind of remember getting rolled over by that shopping cart too?"

I love Lone Rat and Cubs it's such a good episode makes me sad it was all the way in season 5!! But man It's just cute watching Splinter take on his role as the turtles Dad. And just watching him slowly watch his turtles personalities start to come in to fulrition. Raphael watched Splinter run to check on him when he got hurt and honestly? Raph as a baby turtle could have easily died at that time falling flat on the ground, having been ran over even and only his plastron chipped? To then watch Splinter's own anger flare and send him into a murderous rage on the kraang? Yeaaah I feel this was a core memory for old Raphie boy here uwu

Raph seems to really make strength and fighting out to be important. Often refereed to have a fiery warrior spirit even. Watching his father lash out when someone he cared for got hurt and won? Familiar isn't that?

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"I'll eat anything that aint fuckin' algae"

The turtles went a good while eating a very limited source of food for clear obvious reasons, but having pizza was like a mind blow experience so much so they wanted Mr.Murakami to make them pizza as well getting their pizza dumplings a dish they pretty much only seem to eat there. So safe to say Raph loves Pizza. He's pretty simple and more goes for just pepperoni often grossed out by Mikey's experimental toppings.

I'd also say that Raph also is a fan of lasagna because it was what Casey's dad made when he went to first meet them. Sure the whole meeting was awkward as fuck. But Arnold was hardly phased by A giant turtle in his house. He called him by name, he looked at Raph when he spoke. he didn't talk to him through Casey, and yeah maybe asking how long has he been a turtle been enough to make Casey face plat on to the table. Raph knew there wasn't any malice in Arnaldo's voice.

He did something Raph didn't know he wanted he saw Raph as he was he was scared or put off and even acknowledged it as just something normal he never diverts from the fact Raph is in fact a fucking mutant turtle. It's just who Raph is. And Raph can never explain it but he will always apperacite how Casey's Dad was with him and continued to be. So yes he loves lasagna but only caseys dad's I think it be cute if he learned how to make it since he takes on role of cook for his own family ;3;

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Pft come on i'm all for metal music, punk or just good classic rock. Though Taylor Swift is my girl."

Of course Raph loves anything with good drum beats in it so he can learn the parts of those songs himself on his own drum set. He loves metal and music more in that vine. Loves the vibrations from those kinds of songs and groups. They are loud and it's kind of why he likes them so much it makes it easier to pick up on the sound from and its often how he learns to play those parts from listening so intently.

Of course hes got a soft spot for some pop music but nothing tops his love for Taylor Swift music from here start to her current sound even. Shake it off happens to be his all time favorite song and often what he listens to when hes just having a bad day. Lets to have little spa days listing to it on repeat uwu. It why he never would judge Casey on some of his taste in music cause Raphs a swifty u-u a proud one yes but still can he really mock anyone when he's over there in his room singing to bad blood? Nope besides he likes to think his and Casey's song is Wonderland.

Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"Gotta be like a stone in river."

HAHAHAHHA not never this boy has never been able to just move on and let things go he just claims he dose. Donnie puts it best when telling raph to get new material. Raph never is full able to work though things though so it's hard for him to just let it go. He just brushes it off but that means it's never really resolved.

Hell his issues with Splinter is the biggest clue to this fact. Raphael never gets to fully get into how he feels because he struggles with expressing his emotions and feelings. From people not really letting him have the stage so he can talk, jumping in to fill in the gaps or put words in his mouth that isn't what he is trying to say at all. Which of course frustrates him because no one is listening! or giving him that simple need to be heard. Raph isn't looking for solutions he just wants his emotions to be heard. That is why his anger issue are so bad his temper is trying to express how he is feeling but it just comes out in a burst of furry and rage.

Raph never able to turly work over things that get to him it's why he seems to have issue with Leo its not aimed at Leo he just became the target. Raph ties so fucking hard he just wants Splinter's affection and praise. Splinter states he once wanted to be an artist and its why he named his sons after artist of his favorite period in time of art. And Raphs pretty good at art and takes it serious even knowing enough to name characters after works of art or artis themself it what he did with Chompy. He loves to fight and train and genuinely enjoys sparring and practicing. He often is the one who wins the sparring matches and when he dose? He seeks Splinters praise! He wants his Dad's approval so damn much. That Raph assumed he would be leader but when leo is made leader with out a second thought? Sure explains why Raph at the start is so critical of Leo's leadership. Questions his orders and heck he often gets Mikey and Donnie to agree with his side over Leo's turning the team against Leo more than once. But it was never even about Leo.Raph only ever seems to start expressing this resentment later when he finally calls out Splinter.

Raph just wants Leo to slip up knock him down a peg or two even show Splinter he isn't perfect and shouldn't be the so called favorite. Its kind of awful of Raph to see Splinter giving leo that weight of responsibility purely out of favoritism. It's pretty clear Raph admires Splinter he always shows him respect. He controls his temper around him listens to Splinter over any one even. This boy just feels he can never measure up to Leo in his fathers eyes.

Splinters death hurts them all of course but it hurts Raph worse because he never got to repair their relationship. Raph tried to follow his Dad's advice but it just never worked for him. To let things they get to him roll off his back like water, soon Raph found himself drowning in all that water. He was never water it was like his flames were being extinguished. It's what he needed most for people to see his fiery nature not as something bad because fire isn't always dangerous either.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Eh I dunno I sleep when I sleep and get what I need I guess."

Raph is a night owl he likes to stay up but he also dose struggle with sleeping a bit. So he is often just up watching tv till his eyes grow tried. Sometimes Raph sleeps just a bit more than he normally dose because sometimes getting up is just to hard and he rather be in bed.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"..I like art"

Raph and his art skills I wish got more love just cause it's so an underrated part of his character. I truly feel he got into it because of Splinter. But he soon took a real interest in it on his own learning about different artis and paintings even to points he uses it to nickname Mona and name Chompy after who I am going to claim to be his favorite artist Picasso.

Raph loves to draw a lot but it's something he more keeps to himself but his brothers I feel know raph can draw, he has draw fan art of Captain Ryan for Leo and used to draw with Mikey when they tots. He sort of got into the habit of Drawing special stuff just for Casey it was a subtle way at first for him to express he had a crush on them. Casey also being able to draw soon landed them to start making street art together and it was kind of his favorite thing to do nearly beating going out and getting into fights together even. I like to think he has drawn on Casey a few times with washable markers of course. Sometimes just the little grim reaper he draws Casey Vigilante look.

For a short time after Splinter dies though Raph can't pick up a pencil again and refuses to do anything art related. It just hurts too much. Chompy getting into drawing though sort of helps bring Raph's love for it back. In a way it's him getting something he never had with Splinter. He wanted to connect with Splinter so bad but just couldn't but his own kids? It sort of helps heal something in him that was always hurting he wasn't aware of.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Eh not really for it much if im honest, people online are annoying."

He has some social media but he isn't active persay. Raphael isn't much for sites that would require more interaction on his part he more for stuff like Vine or youtube cause watching others videos is a bit more fun. of course he kind of likes the skater trick videos or mimicky jackass stuff that was pretty popular back then. He has a tumblr and sometimes he'll post his art there a few of his street art/ tagging as well. But never went and like connected with people online Raph kind of sees no value to it he rather it be in person even if he wont admit to it.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"Hmm I like maybe ten people at best."

Raphs just a grumpy turtle lets be honest. I would call him introverted though. He isn't very pleasant on a first meeting and he kind of doesn't give a shit to win people over either when meeting someone. But he dose tend to prefer others company at times, heck hell actively look around to see if any of his brothers are available to hang out with. Annoyed if they more occupied with other things. At other times he rather be alone and needs to be alone even.

But some people seem to be exceptions Raph dose seem to like hanging out with his brothers training with Leo, watching tv with Don or sitting in Mikey's room. But of course his favorite person to be alone together with is lCasey his best friend and boy friend uwu. Sometimes he can just exist in Casey's presence without saying a word. Though often when alone? They are a bit busy making out and such soooo talking isn't always needed uwu. But other times they are just happily cuddled together just soaking in each other.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"Smarter than bone head so clearly ya don't need it."

Raph's decently smart actually sure he isn't on Don's level or even Mikey's surprise genius but he is clever. A more creative thicker than a logical one for sure. Fights tends show this best since he can often adjust what he is doing on the fly. Like in his and Casey's fight he has to switch up what he is doing a lot. Taking advantage of what he can to get one up on Casey. He goes from brute strength to more tactical movements as Casey's way of fighting dose throw him since they can go both offense and defense easily. And Raph has a far more defense style of fighting.

He doesn't always understand what Don is saying and has to ask them to re-explain. But at the same time sometimes he'll make suggestion that sound stupid like shooting sonic blasts into the air only for Donnie to back it up and state he's not wrong just not in the litteral way he may take it.

But was able to learn how to make use of hitting pressure points just from watching Splinter do it.

I would more say he has Spatial intelligence, he is a visual person its easier to understand something when he can see it and works well with his ability to draw.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I may like them a lot."

Raph is just making himself out to be a Disney Princess here, he loved and took such great care of Spike. He knows how to talk to pigeons and clearly loves them from how he petted one. He spoiled both Savage and Chompy as turtles. Knew exactly what they needed from their diet to their tank. Raph often watches animal documentaries as well and can get a bit too tied up in them. Easily grows attached to the ones more focused in the videos and will get visibly upset if anything happens to them. Like if a cub is killed he will be upset for days and often it's covered up because well he's Raph hes a walking bad mood. If asked? he knows he'll get laughed at but he really was upset okay u-u

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"uh? I don't really do 'em I guess?"

I feel its not really something the turtles do but I like to think for special occasions Raph will go out of his way to do something nice either find something his brothers mentioned liking or needing. He tends to go further for Casey but that's his boy friend uwu the more physical thing he gave Casey of course was their collar at first he was just messing around when finding one in some old shop. It was a joke a first wanting to make them pout cause hes cute when pouting, but then Raph kind of saw it as something Casey could keep from him something that was a more tangible visual of him and Casey dating. Of course, it played into a few kinks that Raph didn't know he had either. Outside that I feel Casey has gotten a few drawings from Raph not a lot just a few here and there. He rather Casey only have like finished work if he gives him anything like that.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"uh..ya know it's fine."

Raph loves his brothers theres no way around that he may fight with them find them annoying even and hell sometimes wish he was alone. But Raph would kill anyone who hurts them. He often puts them before himself "I don't care if I get hurt but my brothers?" Raph is very protective of his brothers and he would gladly die protecting them but his job is to protect them. He's a tough guy but he has a soft sport for all three of them.

Mikey of course that's his baby brother anything happens to him puts him in the worst panics and brings out the worst of his aggression. Raph also will help pick Mikey back up when he's been beaten emotionally down.

Donatello despite how he may drag them at times it's clear Raph is looking out for Donnie in his own way wanting to protect them from more emotional pains. Which is funny because in the show at least Don even with the fact he will call Raph a baby and often remark on bringing up old stuff all the time, also is the most in tune with Raphael. Often the only one who feels bad if he was the cause of Raph being upset. Raphael also tends to mess with Donnie the most in sparing matches its far more like playtime for him if not a lot of bullying. Think you can blame this on the fact that Donnie would fight back against Raph when they were tots. Don's like the only brother Raph will out right admit almost beats him in fights as well, Leo's his rival can't and wont do that. Mikey is baby brother he hate if they ever one up him after all. Donnie though? He even states how Donnie impresses him at times. I think Don showing concern for Raph's emotional state often helps with why they are the way they are sure they bicker. Raph and Don seem to often take eachs other sides pretty easily if they aren't fighting between themself of course. Don often agreeing with Raph against Leo. And Raph encouraging Don's own rebellious nature when going against Leo's orders. I'd say Raph and Don have a bit or rockyness between them still sadly and has kind of made Raph get distant from his twin in this verse when he was told Don had a crush on Casey he got visibly upset the reason for it was because he felt like him and Don always had a good relationship he could just always count on one fact. Donnie was there for him but he couldn't tell him about this? Even if Don is right and maybe Raph would have stepped back he just wished they would have trusted him. When it turned out Don was sick Raph of course worried about his brother and moved past this but as stated he never really got to properly air things out with Donnie and has sort of let that distance grow which he felt more when he and Casey were in a difference universe sort of using that worlds Donnie as a stand in made he see that well he really just misses his twin brother.

Leo of course they have their rivalry but it's clear that was never targeted at Leo. Raph loves Leo and he and Leo are very close referring to themself as the A team even. They often can work well enough with out talk needed between them. And can goof around easily. When Raph was in such a fit of rage Leo hugging him snapped him out of it. Often Leo can get through to Raph the best And Raph soon learned to understand what Leo's dealing with and ties to be his right hand more than another follower. Raph is honestly? very close to Leo despite everything Leo meet him head on sure they fight but Leo will try and at least give raph that space he needs to talk but he will also let Raph well be a little brother at times when he rests against them or just needs to seek out a sense of saftey he always turns to Leo. As sad as it is he can go to Leo over Splinter because he knows Leo dosen't think bad of him how he feels Splinter dose. He would rather die then admit any of that but Leo's nearly a parental figure for Raph. Losing Leo scares him more than losing Splinter ever did.

When Raph's and Casey's turtles mutate of course it's like them forming their own family. Raph honestly just wants his sons to know they don't need to earn thier love he will always love them and be proud of them if they make mistakes he isn't going to scold them he rather understand why they needed to think a bit more through thier choices. Wants them to know they can always tell how they feel no matter what. Help them with thier own anger issues maybe even as well. Raphael just dosen't want Savage ad Chompy to ever feel like he did growing up he might still mess up but he wants his sons to at least know he loves them more than anything and would burn the world if anything happened to them uwu

Raph of course has his in-laws as well which I feel is a special relationship for Raph. he met Angel first and she can get him to do anything I feel. He let her paint his face up and though he hates it? Hell always let her do it. He sees her as his own sister and when she did slip and get mixed up with the Purple Dragons landing Casey in trouble not once did he yell at her over it. Casey mom he only met once when she had pasted and needed to figure out how to help Casey. Se was nice and kind to him and seemed to trust Casey in his care which to Raph was like having a blessing. If Casey mom felt Raph was good for Casey then he must be and honestly? it help his jealousy and fears. Casey father I went into I like to see it as Raph kind of getting the parent relationship he might have more needed growing up. He may never get to that level of comfort that Casey has with his Dad but he dose grow to feel he can turn to Casey dad when needed.

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Someone was coming their way. Levi could see the light of flashlight just behind the corner.

They had no time to run. They had nowhere to hide. They—

"Play along," Hange hissed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Before he could comprehend what the fuck was going on, Hange had him pressed against the wall, her face incredibly close to his.

"It means nothing, Ackerman," she whispered, before she put her lips on his.

Fan art for @fanmoose12 's Levihan fanfic "Catch Me If You Can"! I gotta say this is one of my favorite ones out there and I can't wait for the next chapter! It's been a wild ride so far and I remember this moment in Chapter 11 particularly making me all giddy! Hell all the fluffy moments of them catching feelings for each other throughout this fic are pure sweetness to the brain. Absolutely maddening.

Read the first chapter here!

Ah yes I told you I'd make fan art for you at some point, so here I am! >:D If it isn't obvious now, yes I'm that one anon who gushed over your writing in a giant paragraph! I must say, your response to it made me really happy! I'm glad I managed to make your day that much better, hopefully I succeed yet again with this contribution! I still stand by what I said then- oh my god I love your style and how you portray these lovely characters I can't get enough of your work!! Every time you release a new oneshot or chapter of one of your ongoing fics I get so excited to immerse myself, even if it's super angsty (in which case yeshhh shank me in the feels with that pain hrrrrng - but not without fluffing it up afterwards pffff)! You're awesome and a huge inspiration, never forget that!

I had a ton of fun working on this piece however I would be lying if I said the lighting had me dying inside. I feel like I couldn't figure it out but I'm overall pretty happy with the posing and drapery in the clothing! It's something I struggle with so this helped me get some practice in! Hopefully next time I'll be able to render something out of higher quality. Well, next time you see me post it'll be that Levihan Cats comic, so stay tuned for that! :D

(EDIT: Made slight changes to the lighting which makes it look better to me cuz I'm picky)