#i think its called sweater?? yea

[staticchoir1]

omg.. when i saw this image from wiki he gave me a idea to draw him..

[sunny1616]

Ready

Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader

Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.

Warnings: pregnancy

"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.

"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.

"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"

"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"

"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"

"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."

"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"

You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.

You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.

"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.

"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.

"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.

"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"

"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.

"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.

"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.

"Ready?" He smiles at you.

"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.

He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.

Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.

Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.

You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.

The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.

"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.

After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.

Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!😫 I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💗

[xzerosparrowx]

The Guitar

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Day #1 - Prompt: Firsts | Word Count: 861 | Rating: T | CW: Use of homophobic language/slurs | POV: Eddie | Tags: How Eddie Munson got his first guitar, Wayne Munson is Eddie's Dad, Allen Munson, First Christmas, Christmas special.

Eddie lays awake in bed, watching the weak winter morning sun cast its light across the unfamiliar room with tired eyes. He blinks back hot tears as he feels the chill around his ears, remembering the way Allen Munson pulled at his hair, the sound of the electric razor buzzing against his skin. 

Now he was here in his Uncle's trailer, a man he barely knows aside from the few times Al complained about him over the phone. 

“... Says I should stop stealing cars and get a proper job. Wayne doesn't fucking get it, man.”

“Why does he wanna look after that little queer?”

“... Just because he's got no kids, he wants to steal mine.” 

A soft little knock startles him, the shuffle of feet near his door. “Eddie, you awake?” Wayne calls out quietly, a nervous waver in his voice.

“Yea-yes, sir,” Eddie answers, sitting up but not making a move towards the door.

“I'm not- you don't have to call me that, Eddie. You can just call me Wayne,” Eddie hears him sigh, “I'm thinking of making pancakes or waffles, not sure which one you prefer. If you like something more savory for breakfast, I bought eggs and bacon as well.” Wayne rambles, and there is something sad and warm in Eddie’s chest, an old ache that he had now long been accustomed to that Wayne had stumbled upon and brought into sharp focus.

“I-I’m happy with whatever si- Uncle Wayne,” Eddie answers finally, getting up from bed and pulling on a pair of old sweats and a baby blue threadbare sweater. It’s large on his thin frame, a hand-me-down from Wayne, warm and comfortable. 

He hears his Uncle move away from the door and Eddie gathers his courage to step out of the room. A kaleidoscope of twinkling fairy lights meet him, the trailer lit in a beautiful array of colour and tinsel.

Oh yeah, it’s Christmas.

Wayne is standing in the kitchen, pouring a ladle of pancake mix on the hot griddle. Eddie rubs his eyes, forcing the tears away before standing near Wayne and watching him cook. 

“You know how to make pancakes?” his uncle asks, expertly flipping a pancake. Eddie shakes his head, the only time he ever got breakfast was if Al left him money for groceries, which was not often.   

Wayne pours another ladle in response, before handing the spatula to Eddie, “all you have to do is wait for the bubbles to show up. Once they pop, they’re ready to be flipped. See?” He says, pointing to the little bubbles in the pancake. 

Guided by Wayne, Eddie flips the pancake his uncle beaming down at him when it lands perfectly on it’s uncooked side, “I think we have Julia Childs in the trailer!” Wayne laughs and Eddie cannot help but join him, rolling his eyes good naturedly at his uncle. They continue like that, Wayne ladling the perfect amount of batter on to the griddle and Eddie flipping them with varying degrees of success. 

It’s the first time, since Eddie moved to the trailer a week ago, that living here feels normal. To realise that maybe Wayne is nothing like Al at all. They eat the pancakes in companionable silence, Eddie drowning his in maple syrup while Wayne sprinkles icing sugar and lemon.

“I have a present for you, go sit on the couch,” Wayne says, pushing his plate away and getting up before Eddie can think to protest. Eddie does as he’s told, feeling awkward and unsure again as he listens to Wayne move stuff around. 

“Alright, close your eyes!” Wayne calls and Eddie closes them, he fidgets with his hands, rubs his thumb over his fingers in a soothing back-and-forth. He hears Wayne place something on the coffee table and opens his eyes when Wayne gives him the ok. 

Oh.

Eddie stares at the old, black acoustic guitar in front of him, lovingly stored in its case. There are scratch marks here and there, the leather strap flaking in places, but it gleams under the lights as if it knows that it is a well-used and treasured thing. 

“I’m sorry it’s not a new guitar, but I don’t really use this old girl anymore, so I thought maybe I’ll hand her down to you,” Wayne offers sheepishly, wringing his hands nervously, thumb over his fingers. 

“How- How did you know I wanted one?”

“I remember hearing you ask Al for one,” Wayne says this like it’s natural that he would remember something so small about Eddie, and Eddie breathes through that sad and warm ache in his chest. 

“That was two years ago, Uncle Wayne,” he manages to choke out, he can feel his throat starting to thicken, tears beginning to well up and he watches his uncle trying to fight off his own emotions. 

“Well, you’re a good kid. You deserve something that’s just for you.”

His uncle's arms are strong and comforting when Eddie leaps towards him in a tight hug. Eddie does not remember the last time Al hugged him, but if he closes his eyes he can almost pretend that Wayne had always been his Dad. 

[spideycatt]

Cat and Mouse || 42!M.M x BlackFem!R

some teacher x teacher luvvvv

Synopsis:

In which your students try to figure out if their favorite teachers have something going on

Word count: 1.1k

Part 2!!

Now playing: Cat and Mouse // Black Swan, Melt // Kehlani, Childs play // Drake

Warnings: Some cursing, BLACK reader, Miles and R are married and have a child!!!, nun else this is nice n soft

Not rlly warnings: Reader is called Moss by miles, use of “Ms. Y/n” by students, Reader and Miles are young teachers at Visions (Miles teaches physics/ general science, Reader teaches art), kind of 3+1 things

I.

The school bell rang loudly, signaling lunch time was over.

“Alright, Moss. I’m out,” He spoke making his way to the door and pausing to turn to you. “You still down for Chinese for dinner?”

You look up, giving him a small smile. “Yea, I’ll see you later?”

Miles nodded with a smile of his own, walking out the door and immediately scolding some students.

“Aye! Stop eating each others faces and let’s go.”

You shake your head chuckling, bringing your own class into your room.

“Alright guys who should we listen to now.. I’m feeling some SZA, what y’all think?” You asked your class, opening the windows to let some natural light in.

Everyone settled back into their work pretty quickly, enjoying the calming melody of the music moving around the room. You were about to get back into grading before spotting one of your students looking at you like they had a burning question to ask.

“Wassup?” You snap them out of their daze, making them laugh nervously.

“O-oh! Its nothing Ms. y/n…” They rush out, looking down at their canvas.

“Nuh-uh c’mon say whats on your mind.”

They swallowed thickly.

“I… I was just wondering if you and Mr.Morales hung out often, uhm.. for some reason.”

“And what makes you think that?” You asked surprised, this was truly out of nowhere.

Another student spoke up, not as shy as the first. “Well I did hear him ask if you guys were eating together for dinner, are you guys dating?”

“Yea! And you guys eat lunch together all the time!” Someone else shouted, more kids joining in on this mini-interrogation.

You laugh at that, huffing out as your sat down at your desk.

“Man y’all some nosy ass kids…”

“Is that a yes, Ms. y/n?” They retorted, making everyones eyes light up in anticipation.

“No. It’s not,” You gave them a pointed look.

Groans filled the class as everyone got back to their projects with no more questions.

II.

Couple weeks later, your students start to get skeptical again.

It was winter now, snowfall heavy and merciless, making everyone miserably cold. And man did you hate the cold. You seemed to have lost your sweater somewhere, walking around to surveillance your class while hugging yourself. You were going to thug it out, but decided freezing to death right before winter break wasn’t worth it.

“Guys I’ll be right back.” You spoke to your class, stepping out and going next door, Miles’ classroom. You open the door shivering, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

“Sorry to interrupt!! Really I am,” you ramble, walking to Miles’ desk, ignoring all the kids staring at you. “Bab- erm, Miles- ugh-“ you stumble over your words, why was it so much colder in here than in your room?

“Wassup, Moss?” He looked up at your shaking form, before telling the kids to get back to work. Of course, they didn’t listen.

“C-cold…”

He tsked at you. “Why are you always so forgetful,” He muttered, stripping himself of his jacket to place it on your shaking frame. “I’ll get you new one later ok?” He placed his hand on your waist, guiding you out the door.

You step back into your class, already starting to feel warmer.

—

“Aye, Mr. Morales?” Someone called out.

“Hm?”

“Why do you call Ms. y/n, Moss?”

He froze at that, not knowing how to answer at first, since the origin of the nickname wasn’t exactly school-appropriate. He just decided to go with the simple version.

“Nickname from when we went to college.”

But he didn’t expect the class to go crazy. They bombarded him with questions, one after the next about his college life.

“How long have you guys known each other?”

“What was Ms. y/n like in college?”

“Was college fun?”

“Wait that was only a couple years ago right?”

“Why does she get to wear your jacket?”

“Girl that man don’t want your childish ass…”

“Are y’all datingg?~”

He sighed and smiled at his class’ antics, letting them get their questions out. They quiet down as quickly as they started getting loud, looking at their teacher expectantly.

“Why y’all thought I was gonna answer any of those, I don’t know.” He shrugged, ignoring the class’ second uproar.

“Aht aht, none of that. I want those work sheets in my hand by the end of class c’mon.”

III.

“If you don’t get your big headed as- self out my classroom..” You rubbed a hand over your face, trying to hide your smile.

It was now spring, humidity through the roof as the leaves start growing on trees again.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. The kids love me. Right?”

He smirks as the kids agree with him.

Of course he wants to bother you during his free period.

“Anyone wanna hear some embarrassing college stories about Mrs. y/n?” He asked the class, earning more cheers.

He spent the class conversing with the kids and pestering you, but not to the point where you were actually mad at him.

“Mr. Morales, it’s almost time to go, get ya butt out my class.” You try again, earning fake cries from the class.

“Mhmm you lucky someone calling me right now. Bye yall!” He chuckled, taking his leave.

A student notice something falling out his pocket as he took his phone out, standing up to get it. Huh, a polaroid.

“Uh, Miss? Mr. Morales dropped this,” She said, inspecting it before handing it to you. “Who’s that?” She continued, pointed at the lady next to Miles with her face covered.

You raise your eyebrow at her, smiling. “Why, got a crush on ‘im?”

A ring of ‘oooo’s erupt from the rest of the class.

“W-what?! No! She just, actually…” The girl pauses, looking at the picture even closer. “She kind of looks like you…”

A second round of ‘oooo’s.

“You’re severely mistaken, everyone start packing up. I’m ready to go.”

+ I.

It was a little later in the school-year, today being take your child to work day.

You leave the teacher’s lounge with your daughter Meadow in hand. The kids’ lunchtime ended a few minutes prior, so they should be outside the classroom by now.

You make your way to your class, letting everyone coo over Meadow before Miles’ door opens up. He walks out, dapping up some of his students who are passing by, looking over the crowd of students surrounding you.

You smooth out Meadow’s dress, answering a student’s question before your daughter screeches out a cute “Papà!”

The students surrounding you gasp, looking to where she was reaching out to.

Meadow climbed down your arms and scurried through the legs of all the teenagers as they watched her. Jaws dropping as she clings to Miles’ legs excitedly. He smiled at Meadow, picking her up and kissing her forehead.

“Hey my lil’ princess, get tired of Mommy yet?”

“WHAT?!?”

kkuet.

[Lowkey wanna do a p2. backstory typa thing. Idk how i feel about this one tho so lmk!!!]

[mysticbeaver]

I wrote another short silly KevRolf fic cause inspiration struck me again after so long... They are 20-something here. Warning: couple of swears... (courtesy of Kevin) and yummy food (courtesy of Rolf)

You know what they call "cheese" in Paris?

Sunlight bathed Rolf's room.

It must have been the third time he woke up and dozed off again - typical of Saturday mornings. This time he finally felt like opening his squinty eyes, running his hands through his thick hair before stretching his limbs.

He only managed to relish the satisfying sensation for a brief moment, when he suddenly felt his left calf tense up, hard, of its own accord. The pain startled him - a cramp. Moaning and groaning, he curled his leg up and started massaging the offended muscle, trying to make the contraction loosen up.

“Good awakening, Kevin…”

Rolf appeared at the doorway, leaning against it with a hand on his hip - the "master of the house" (as he liked to call himself) was already dressed for the day, wearing one of his cozy sweaters - his somewhat disheveled look, adorned by an unkempt stubble and an attractive smile was almost enough of a picture to distract Kevin from his ailment.

The farmer’s serene expression was perturbed by the sight of his boyfriend writhing on the bed.

“What is wrong?” He quickly approached the bedside.

“Ugh, nothing… cramp… I just stretched my leg and it went all taught, like… what the fuck. Second time it happens.”

Rolf instinctively went to touch his calf, which made him jolt.

“Shall Rolf give a helping rub?”

“Nah, I’m fine. And don’t touch me there like that, that’s gay.”

Rolf’s quizzed expression made him laugh briefly before wincing again, making Rolf himself snicker under his breath.

“Sportsman-Kevin is down on the field again…”

Kevin snorted. “Fuck off.”

“Oh! Is that how you show respect to Rolf?" He feigned outrage, crossing his arms with a scowl. "Well then, no surprise for you!”

“What surprise?

“Ha-ha! Now you ask Rolf, yes?”

“Hmph, what time is it, anyway,” he mumbled groggily, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

“It is time for the fast-breaking… and you have woken just at the right time.”

He gave a soft pat on the other’s chest.

“Do not leave the bed, dumpling!” He scurried away and out of the room.

Dumpling… that’s a new one.

Kevin was left to wonder what he was up to this time, as he rubbed and squeezed his calf to soothe the last traces of discomfort. The vague aroma of coffee in the air made him hungry for breakfast, but just as he was about to disregard Rolf’s order and leave the bed, the farmer walked back into the room, carefully holding a bed tray.

“There you go, Kevin!”

“Huh? Is that… what I think…”

Rolf gently set the tray down right in front of him. He pulled back with a toothy smile, hands clasped together with glee.

The first two things that caught Kevin’s attention were a generous cup of foamy cappuccino with a sprinkling of cocoa on top, but most importantly, a plump-looking, mouth-watering croissant.

He guessed it was a leftover from those Rolf’s mother had apparently baked for him the day before - Rolf had told him about it and he'd completely forgotten. A couple of small tea cookies and a glass of orange juice completed the lovely picture in front of him.

He was flabbergasted - he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had bed breakfast, if ever. The contents were certainly a fancy upgrade from what he was used to - a mug of straight coffee-and-milk accompanied by the usual generic cookies dunked into it.

“Dude… you didn’t have to…”

“Oh, do not yap nonsense like Rolf’s papa when he lifts the elbow! This is for your favor of getting Rolf the part for the tractor, yes?”

“But… you already payed dinner yester-”

“Does Kevin want this or not?”

“Oh, hell yea-uh?"

His eager hands were blocked from the tray’s contents.

“Ah-ah-ah…” Rolf scolded him playfully.

“No little thank-you kiss for Rolf?” He leaned in with his head turned away, pointing at his cheek.

“Alright…” Kevin gave him a quick peck. As his boyfriend retreated satisfied, he picked up the croissant and was pleasantly surprised upon feeling the heat in his fingers.

“Aw, dude, you warmed it up too! That’s sooo choice…”

He did not hesitate to take a bite - the rustling and crumbling of the puff pastry was the most satisfying sensation in the world at that moment. He hummed in approval.

“Just like having breakfast out in a bakery or something.”

“Mama’s horns of cream are always delicious, even the next day!” Rolf declared proudly.

“Cream horns?” He licked his lips and wiped his mouth. “Nah, that’s another thing, this…” He waved the confectionery in his hand. “...is a croissant.”

Rolf smiled at him smugly. “Of course, smart-pants-Kevin…you think Rolf does not know how they say in France? Le croissant… eh… est très bon!”

Kevin stared at him dumbfounded. “Dude, you know french?”

He nodded. “The cousin of Rolf’s cousin dwells in La France.” He sat on the bed and his eyes drifted off in recollection.

“Rolf was taught a little of the tongue when uncle Harvik visited in the Old Country.”

“Right…”

Kevin put down his food and showed a suggestive smirk.

“Why don’tcha show me some of this french tongue… oui? Omelette du fromage…” He chuckled.

“Mmm…” Rolf leaned closer with half-lidded eyes.

“You pronounce français very well, Kevin… romantique.”

He brushed a hand softly under his boyfriend’s chin, his own face now only inches away.

“Can you repeat for Rolf… s’il vous plâit?”

His smooth caress was already making Kevin melt, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Oui…” he purred, closing his eyes. “Omelette… du fromaaage…”

His puckering lips were abruptly stopped by a finger.

“Ho-ho-ho, silly baguette-et-fromage Kevin… this is not the time for mouth-meetings!”

“Wuh…”

“Do not let the breakfast spoil like …” He tugged a confused Kevin’s nose teasingly before pulling away.

“Enjoy your croissant.” He stood up and left the room with a soft laugh.

Kevin was left alone with his tray. He let out a grunt of annoyance. Whatever… I’ll show him later…

Glancing at the nightstand, he grabbed his vintage dirtbike magazine and started browsing through it as he had a sip from his wonderful cappuccino… it was already making him forget about that awful tease. He took another bite of the pastry and hummed again, this time in sheer bliss as the cream filling met his taste buds. Kisses could wait.

[hoonslutt]

NSFW LINK!!

When I saw this video of the hands I immediately thought of Jake

I can see you and nonidolbf! Jake going out for a little date in the park everything was going fine you guys had done a very nice picnic this some very cute little sandwiches. The weather was not hot but not cold neither so you decided to wear a thin sweater, wrong move. The weather had started to change even colder into freezing and Jake offered you his jacket you declined because then he would be cold, so he wanted to end the date early so you guys can go home to warm up. At the bus stop waiting for your bus Jake was holding as close as he could making you as warm as he could, he even took your hands in his and put them in a jacket you guys were laughing and kissing. On the bus Jake pulled you to the back when it has almost empty except for a few people, you were confused so you asked why and he just gave a simple ‘I don’t know’ so you let it go. It wasn’t until 5 minutes in when you felt a hand start making its way up to your panties looking up at Jake to see his face he was looking straight ahead like he wasn’t doing anything. But right when he was about to slip his fingers in your stop had came and he moved them away and got up, took your hand and got off the bus. When you guys enter your shared apartment he dragged you to the room and pushed you on the bed getting rid of your skirt and panties, you tried calling his name but it’s like he couldn’t hear you. So you stopped him ‘Jake are you okay?’ He finally looked at you ‘ yea baby I just want to make you warm and what’s a better way than my fingers?’ Saying that as he spread your folds running his very skilled fingers all over them. You let out a little too loud moan spreading your legs even more apart, Jake had bent down to kiss you when he pushed both fingers in your cunt and you let out a gasp that’s when his tongue made its way into your mouth. Not even protesting you let him explore your mouth, it’s not like you could think straight anyway not with the way his fingers were pumping in and out so good. Curving in the spots that had you moaning even louder ‘more Jake please’ rubbing his other fingers on your clit while his other ones were still at work in your now dripping hole you were on the verge of crying ‘aww why is my little baby gonna cry? Is it too much for you?’ Shaking your head you let out a no as best you could but you were gonna cry. You hands gripping the sheets thighs shaking, your tears streaming down Jake was looking down at you with lust in his eyes ‘Jake I’m gonna cum please let me cum’ ‘ then cum my angel’ letting go you came your vision blurring a little Jake still pumping his fingers in and out but more slower to ride out your high. When you came down your eyes were now droopy and you felt tired Jake lightly smacked your face and looked at you smirking ‘I know you don’t think we’re finished we only just started baby’.

[riceys]

Could you write for schlatt?

I'm thinking an English/German girl who is his graphic design (does like his thumbnails and like website) and after late night and long discord calls he slowly realises he doesn't just see her as an employee or friend but something more? I saw this sort of idea some where recently and it's giving me brain rot. Plus the banter between an English/german person would be unhinged.

YESSS OMG ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ive thought about this so much recently and i know german soo

gonna do hcs for this :)

also im very bad at formatting so sorry about that (ill probably rewrite stuff after i figure out how the fuck to do it)

Jschlatt x german/graphic designer!reader hcs

warnings-some nsfw at the veryyyy end

Wilbur introduced you two after schlatt said something about needing an artist for his channel

'find graphic designer !!!' schlatt mumbled while writing on the dull yellow paper. He was in a call with some friends, not really paying attention to what they were doing as he was busy making a sort of to-do list

"schlatt are you there?" the thick accented voice brought schlatt out of his daze

"hm yea sorry whatd you say willbur"

"i said my mate is a graphic designer, i can send you her info if you want." wilbur repeated with a laugh

"oh shit yeah thatd be great man thanks"

definitely left the call to go talk to you after that

very caught of gaurd by your accent, wilbur had failed to mention the slight language barrier as you were used to doing work in german

"so its a little ram with a sweater" his voice suprised you, wilbur didnt say anything about him being american.

"a what?" you laughed at the foreign word nervously. He sounded intimidating and it was kinda hot???

"a uhh," he laughed pulling out his phone, "einen bock? i think." Any sense of intimidation melted away as he stuttered out the poorly pronounced german.

absolutely melts when you giggle at this ^^

he LOVES your laugh!!! specifically that he can hear the accent come through in it

once you start working for him finds a way to sneak your art into everything he does and pays you way more than he should be

"Schlatt this is like triple my rates, you really dont need to pay me this much"

"consider it a tip, toots"

flies you out to every single event he goes to. merch photoshoots? you're in every photo. creator clash? he bought you the best seats in the house. says its a "business thing". (its not)

gets to the point where you're spending every other month in Austin with him before you move out there.

when chuckle sandwich starts he begs you to do all the art for it too (not that you would've said no)

Also begs ted to have you on as a guest

guest turns into member after the first chuckle week, where schlatt insisted that you be there cause you made the art

finally asks you out the week after the 1st chuckle week where they stay for the week to decompress

took you to boa then going stargazing

asks you out in german

"Sehr Schön" you breath out as you look up at the stars. Schlatt next you is freaking out trying to get the courage to ask you out.

"Du bist Sehr Schön" He misspronounces, still managing to make you blush. He only knew what that meant because he had been studying how to ask you out in german all week.

He puts a finger under your chin to shift your focus to him before speaking, "y/n, Ich mag dich wirklich, wirst du mit mir ausgehen?"

It was obvious he had used google translate and taught himself how to say it as he mispronounced many words and had a slight stutter, but it meant the world to you

Pulling him in for a kiss you paused to look at him, "Du bist dumm, Jschlatt"

asks you to speak to him in German

teases you so much (lovingly obviously)

also (nsfw time)

learns how to call you a slut in german

when he fucks you so good and you start babbling in german

sorry if this wasnt great i kinda got carried away and its my 1st writing thingy

[kavehpilled]

ALL of them.

OK SO YIU HATE ME

1. how many followers do you have?

somewhere around 1.7k i lost track a long time ago

2. whens the last time you went on a date?

june? its been so long ☹️

3. how many posts have you made?

WELL over 20k this account is 3 years old

4. what type of shoes do you wear?

white avia elevates or my blue converse

5. what color are the walls of your room?

cream at my moms, brown at my dads

6. where are you right now?

in english im about to pull the trigger

7. would you consider yourself good at art?

perchance…. i know im alright enough at it that people like my art and make it their pfp sometimes. i even have a mutual that printed a drawing i did of atsushi and put it on their wall💀

8. who was your first kiss?

you😛

9. do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

YEA LIKE 5 LMFAO

10. whats your favorite piece of clothing you own?

i have a really nice red cardigan that i basically live in at home

11. do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

suburban all around i think i dont remember

12. whats your favorite store to shop at?

goodwill🫶

13. if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

gentle i think

14. do you collect anything?

classic novels! im restarting my collection of tiny bear figurines and friendship bracelets tho

15. whats the last thing you ate?

i had a banana applesauce like an hour ago :)

16. if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

i go once a month and shes nice! got me referrals for diagnoses so that was chill

17. whats one thing you want to buy, but dont have the money or resources to get it?

WRIOTHESLEY DOLL.

18. whos the first person you can think of?

you

19. how old were you when you found out santa wasnt real?

i think ~5? my cousin told me :(

20. if you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what would it be?

jjk bro pls revive and continue for me. i need satosugu to be happy

21. do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture?

i dont think so!

22. who was your childhood favorite music artist?

taylor swift or sir mix a lot

23. cds or record players?

despite my extensive cd collection i would say records

24. do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

i wish but i think too rationally for any of that

25. would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

i think people always deserve a second chance and we are legitimate living proof of that, even if that concept like translates into relationships. im nowhere near ready for anything right now but if i ever got back together with ANYONE they would have to change a lot. i have hope in everyone tho

26. favorite kids show character?

kwazii from octonauts :)

27. is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

yeah!

28. when youre sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

sad music all the way. i rarely cry so when im genuinely upset its nice to get it out to sad songs yk

29. whats the last outfit you wore?

im a chronic outfit repeater so. white turtleneck under a dark green sweater that has pumpkins all over it and dark brown cargo pants. ive worn this like 10 times

30. do you have any online friends?

YES alice ezra and skylia are the ones i talk to the most!! but i have a lot of mutuals i love interacting with ppl

31. least favorite clothing style that is currently popular?

those white fox hoodies make me carnally angry

32. how often do you do your laundry?

once a week at my dads, twice a week at my moms. its a weird system but i have more clothes at my moms currently

33. do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

gold, silver makes me look sad and grungy

34. whats your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

i like reading cherry crush on webtoon when im bored💀🙏

35. if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

id probably dye it to calico colors but im scared ill look like a goof

36. do you paint your nails?

sometimes! i did them blue like for a day and then i got bored. i pick at them too much so its like a little treat

37. whats an uncommon/specific/ obscure topic youre interested in?

vampire burial practices and eastern european rituals

38. whats the name of your first pet?

KITTY💀 he was an orange cat that got eaten by coyotes

39. whats one feature you would change on tumblr?

im not active enough to notice anything…

40. whats the most interesting item you own?

i think a tiny glass giraffe i love him

41. would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

museum all the way i love intimacy with that kinda thing

42. whats one regret you have?

i could go into extensive detail about what i seriously regret in my life but i think my main one is not telling you enough before we split apart

[fatuismooches]

Your Harbinger Christmas fic made me melt like an ice cream, especially when i read Capitano's section 😭💓🛐 the way u write him in the fic had me in tears, i love him so much 😭💞💞

I just love the thought of Capitano being this "A dangerous and powerful man who leads an entire army to a war, a man who is feared but also respected by many people and all of his foes calling him a monster in battlefield". But when he is alone with reader, he suddenly became a man that wants to be loved 😭 its funny but also really cute and sweet 🥺💓.

I can't stop thinking about "before" both Capitano and reader being together, i believe that someone like him never celebrate holiday.. He probably spend it for training himself, strategizing war tactics, etc. So of course he had no idea of how being festive. But now that they are together, seeing him finally can relax and reader teaching him few things about holidays is just makes my heart flutter (he deserves everything good 🙏😭)

About that part where reader gave him that "ugly" Christmas sweater as a joke.. It may look ugly to them, but for him its beautiful bcs its literally A GIFT from HIS S/O and i think he will cherish it forever ❤ (idk why, but i think reader will starts to feel bad and decided to give him a good one 😅).

And also, shopping with him is probably a bit funny to think of bcs its the only time both Capitano and reader argue with each other. Capitano keep insisting of carrying all of the items they bought while reader trying to tell him to give some of it to them. Also imagine him raising his hands up with all of the items effortlessly while reader trying to reach to grab one of the items from him is just funny and cute (other people are watching them too btw).

Anyways, thank you so much for always making my and everyones day better with ur fic smooches 🛐🛐🙏 i hope you have a great holiday with ur families and friends! Remember to take care yourself! And happy new year! 🎉🎊

(Before i go, remember ur fic about fragile!reader but they already dead? I can't stop imagining the angst about the Harbingers spending holidays without their s/o 🙃 okay that's all, see you!)

-🥝

I'm so glad you liked my Christmas ramblings 🥝 anon!💓💓 (When I was writing Capitano's part I was thinking of u ngl, I was like what will🥝 anon think?) AND YEWWWW I love thinking about Capitano the same way🛐 Very tough and deadly but when he's in the comfort of his lover's arms he just wants to let his guard down and succumb to them :3 And yea, he never cared for the holidays, though he always lets his soldiers go spend time with their families if they want (he's a good captain, otherwise he wouldn't be respected!) So soldiers who stay in the headquarters are used to seeing him working, but when one Christmas comes around they don't see him and they're like ??? huh?? Until later they find out he got himself a cute lil partner to finally spend time with😭💞😭💞😭💞

AND YESSS CAPITANO CHERISHES EVERY SINGLE THING READER GIVES HIM. Literally could give this man a rock with a smiley face and he'd take It so seriously. (And yes reader def gives him a nicer sweater bc they cant take him seriously in the older one😭💞) And shopping with him is so funny - he NEVER lets you carry anything, which is very gentlemanly, but you're also like!! Hey let me do something!! But he never lets you, he wants to treat you like royalty and also is slightly scared of its being too heavy🛐 I can just imagine him holding everything up high while having your grocery list in the other hand as he's trying to figure out with aisle has the item, and you're trying to tackle his arm to let the stuff down😭

Thank you 🥝 anon for your delicious brain rot I enjoyed it very much 😌 I hope you had a wonderful holidays and a great new year!! Take care of yourself too nonnie <333

(You just had to make it sad at the end...😢😢 Idek what to say... the holiday spirit would be completely dead. The only wish they had was an impossible one - for you to come back into their arms😭😭 STOPPP IM SAD NOW- unless you come to visit them in their dreams🥺 they would be so happy until they wake up and realize they were just dreaming...)

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Clint you and Bucky Stuck in a quinnjet during the holidays (ill think of a better name)

@hawkeyes-queen requested a specific holiday one with Clint and reader and Bucky. I tried to include everything you asked for. It's my first time writing for Clint so yea... I hope you like it.

Comments and reblogs welcome no reposting no publishing no translating.

Fluffy slight mention of loss of family/parents and injury. And a dead squirrel- don't ask. 18+ just in case but yea thats about it .

"Were you able to get through? "

"Yea" Clint sighs. "At least Nat is there."

"At least you don't have to wear that ugly sweater."

"Hey my kids made that sweater. And its ugly that's the whole point."

I was the of the only people outside of the avengers who knew clint had a family. They took pity on me, well rather his wife apprently after they had found out I basically didn't have a family Just because of life. Outside of other training I had approached him to learn about the bow and arrow.

"You wanna try Steve again?"

"No, besides Bucky is. Why do you keep asking me about Steve?"

"Because he kept asking me about you"

I confided in Clint a lot I felt like I could trust him and a lot of people I couldn't. So I'd gone to him for advice for a few things. Ok a bunch and his wife for girl stuff that Nat didn't know about.. He said he was more than happy to be my ipso facto family especially given the fact I had taken to the bow like a fish to water asomething that almost no other avenger incicutive agents had done. And also almost immediately hit the target. Which is exactly why he requested me for the mission. It was supposed to be in and out and he wanted another eye in the sky precision with a weapon that didn't cause noise.

"He likes you"

"No he likes that I just don't rely on hand to hand and guns." Thats only why I got so high so fast- talent and an Avenger likes you I'm not ashamed of it either. I'm taking every opportunity and as I see it I impressed him.

"Sure and he just stares at your ass because he's worried about your posture." Bucky chimes in walking over.

"That makes no sense Bucky. "

"That's exactly my point."

"You talk to Steve?"

"Yea says Hi so why didn't you want to talk to him."

"I did I tried to call." Getting defensive why I don't know

"He said you hung up"

"It was the signal- God I hate Tony so much right now."

"Why I thought you didn't like Steve?

"Because I want to be back home. Wallowing in my loser life" I gritted through my teeth

"We're not going to find you on a bridge are we"

"And give Tony the satisfaction of having to call him an angel no thanks"

"What are you two talking about?"

"It's a wonderful Life"

"So why are you concerned about her on a bridge?"

"No, It's a movie there a man on the bridge he was going to jump but an angel shows him how bad people's life would be in he didn't exist."

"So what were your Christmas traditions?" Clint asks.

It was something you never discussed with Clint he thought it was a sad subject for you something you never opened up about but once you said your birthday was never celebrated he had backed off... and made sure you had a nice one.

But since everyone was miserable here he thought he'd ask. He wasn't exactly going to ask Bucky as his last 70 years of being a brainwashed soilder probably included killing people probably didn't include presents and caroling

"Nothing."

"Nothing? No traditions not even opening up a present on Christmas even or getting a picture with Santa?"

"Nope. My parents weren't one for Christmas"

"Why" Bucky asked. Usually even if family didn't do birthday they usually didn't skip Christmas

"I'm Jewish" you shrugged.

"And now I understand." Clint answered and we all laughed a bit.

"If you ever want to come over and light candeles one day or 8...." it was something Buxky didn't speak about wither but now that he knew.....

You looked at Bucky and he smiled.

Clint was lost and lost in thought about the situation that was pressing and has been for a few weeks. More than a few.

"Buck you hungrey?" Clint nudges his head to the side

"Uh yea I am"

"Let's go get some rations"

"Don't worry about asking me boys I can get there myself even though you're going and didn't bother to even ask."

"Oh good" Clint replied "cause I don't care."

You rolled your eyes and then closed them. You weren't hungrey just appreciating the cold floor to sooth your muscles.

"Ok we gotta get those two together." Clint was over this song and dance. And what better time besides Christmas or Hanukkah for that matter. Ok Valentines day but thats a backup.

"Something tells me there's no dance halls I can send her and Steve to." Buck was used to the 40s still and was out of practice and Steve was still well Steve. If the serum enhances everything it definitely had to effect his shyness in women

"Uh no. How was Steve with Mistletoe?"

:readmore:

"You're kidding right. "

"Well I have an idea."

"Steve is comming to get us right"

"Yea he hasn't really celebrated holiday anything since well yea he volunteered."

Buck remembered he tried to get Steve to join in on his family celebrations after he lost his mother but he never took it. But bucky loved the holiday season. He'd always try and get his sister a little hair comb or necklace. He loved seeing her smile. No one had a lot of money during the depression, so it was usually one present for each, but thats what made the holidays special him and his family knew how to make the most out of the least. His sister always did the same. When she was little it had started with drawn pictures- what do you want from a kid. But it was on old homework assignment Bucky had. It had Bucky protecting her and a second one with thier mom and dad and maybe Bucky doing whatever he was into that year and then when She gotten older she was more creative. She had found a hat being thrown out for the tear in it. But she had cleaned it and was able to stick up the hole by embroidering a B with strings she found. Bucky loved that hat. She was young when she made it it wasnt a masterpiece but he had held onto it. He made a mental note to finally take it back from the Smithsonian. He missed it.

He missed Sarah Rogers bakeries too. Steve drew everyone pictures. Often it was portraits. And expertly done. He could've made money if he wanted to. He should have been able to.

"So I say we turn little miss scrooge there into a giant Mistletoe." Clint's eyes gleamed with mischief

"What?" Bucky still hasn't seen the sprint in stupid ugly outfits.

"Use her jacket And decorate her. It's on the chair and by the time Steve gets here it'l be looking like a Mistletoe tree and shell be forced to wear it and you just push Steve into her and he kisses her. Even on the cheek its a start."

Bucky just stands there blinking "Or we could trap them in a small supply closet and I won't let them out until I hear kissing but I guess yours is more festive."

Bucky runs outside to get tree branches and some berries and leaves that resemble Mistletoe and you lay there taking a nap.

The two of them are laughing thier asses off using tape to tape things on your jacket as you sleep. They also decided to add little d

Festive notes like branches they almost put a dead squirrel on there but rabies... they were definitely loosing thier minds.

Steve had called over the intercom link

That he was close to rescuing the three agents from the broken down quintet.

You still layed there peacefully with your eyes closed. Bucky kept looking at your chest to make sure you were actually breathing you were so still. You reminded him of his sister at times. Especially lying there. There was one time his sister did the same, but was lying in Steve's arms hurt. Sbe skinned your knee once because some mean kids pushed her so while Bucky pummeled them Steve comfort her. But Bucky was close enough to hear what was being said. Steve said people were being mean saying she were too weak to play ball with the boys. And Steve held her when she were crying and said "They say the same thing to me"

"But you still play ball"

"Because I'm not weak and you aren't either. Sometimes things like ball take practice and other times people are better than other but everyone can play."

Bucky remembered that so clearly for some reason. Maybe because it was around the holidays and she had given Steve, whom whe called Stevie a kiss under mistletoe that year, which Bucky saw and for a split second he was seriously considering pummeling his best friend to a pulp

It made Bucky a little homesick and a bit blue. He decided he was going to go visit his parents and sisters and then go to something for some kids. To make em smile and maybe spar with Steve to try and pummel him to a pulp.

Bucky nudged you to wake up with his foot and you let out a scream that was heard throughout the jet and over the comm.

"What happened whats going on?"

"I don't- I think uh um." Clint turned around spooked as well. His stomach dropped as he froze for a moment.

"Whose hurt"

"Rodgers theres three of us does Bucky scream like that?"

"Shit what happened"

"Language," Clint let out a chuckle to cover the worry in his voice.

"I'm serious Barton"

"I dont know she's been asleep most of the time"

"Most of the - great ok only 6 hours then. No one thought to check on her?"

"Bucky went to pick her up but the minute he put his hands on her."

"Ow ownow ow don't don't touch me please just don't" you pleaded.

The two men didn't realize how much you had injured yourself on the mission

"What hurts?"

"My toes"

"Your toes?"

"Your toes?" Clint echoed

"Yea they're the only thing that doesn't hurt. "

"Did you fall?" Bucky was trying to put the peices together while Clint was talking to Steve about landing sites and what needed to go now or could wait until later since you were obviously hurt and neither

"Sorta"

"How do you sort of fall?"

"A tree branch broke my fall" not an entire lie just it was a very small thin Charlie brown tree branch and by fall ur foot fell on the ground...when you stepped on said ground...

"Why didn't you say something"

"Adrenaline... shock... trying to ignore it and as still as possible and it worked until someone touched me."

"The cargo bay door opened and Steve instantly found your laying form on the floor"

Leaning down to your level

"Hey so we gotta get you gotta here and into the quinnJet"

"I'm in a quinn jet"

"One the works"

"Mnnn no Steve"

"Hey I got you," he said in a soft voice. "I'll be gentle, I promise." He gave you a small smile.

You groaned in pain. At being slightly lifted

"See not too bad I'll take you to the other quinnjet Buck get her a blanket will ya."

Bucky felt so bad there he and Clint were having fun while you were miserable. Thier ideas of setting you two up fell to the waist side completely forgotten.

"It's pretty cold out ok?"

You looked up at him with widened innocent doe eyes

"Ok" you responded in a smallish voice

And boy was he NOT kidding it was freezing you were really regretting this right now.

Steve went to place you down on the biobed

"No no no no." Please don't just dont make me move

"Sweetheart we gotta know whats wrong." Steve was ever so gentle even with his voice.

"I'll be ok until we get back to the tower just don't let go please Steve I'm fine I just I'll be fine enough to get home please.I know I will please?"

The tears filled your eyes. "Trust me. Were a team right we need to trust eachother"

Steve gave in. But to be fair he sorta gave in the minute you wanted to stay in his arms. The tears were a tipping point.

He held you ever so gently and stroaking your hair on the ride home.

"Why didn't you say something to them."

"I was sleeping Steve"

" I heard you scream I-"

"I'll be ok Can I sleep. "

"It's an 6 hour flight honey I really want to get you-"

"No Steve trust me that's not an issue. Just hold me"

"Ok"

He placed a soft kiss on your head.

"Get some rest you hungry though?"

"No just tired."

"Have some water a bite of a protein bar. Please."

"Come on you're kidding it can't hurt its like be 12 hours without food or water you want to be stuck in the infirmary over the holidays?" Clint provoked you. He knew you didn't. You had a practiced the perfect gingerbread house to load it up.

Bucky had helped give you some water and a protein drink as Steve held you.

Bucky and Clint were talking about the snow storm and navigation when they happened to see the reflection of Steve kissing your head in the mirror

"Did you?"

"Are they? "

"He's probably just trying to comfort her that's all it is you know how she is she loves hugs." Barton was regreatting his plan and already resigned to not going to be able to handle when Lila was a teenager

"He can handle with women who are hurt," Bucky's head cocked. "He's always been soft like that."

And so you slept in his arms most of the flight you were tired and Steve was always cozy and his heart beat had the perfect rhythm like a soothing clock. He was also humming I'll be home for Christmas even though he knew you were Jewish its not like there's a romantic Hanukkah song out there.

Around 3 hours in Bucky walked back to you and Steve as Clint was at the controls though the bad snow storm.

"Hey how's she doing."

"Terrified to be moved Buck how come you didn't notice?"

"Well I we - He knows her better."

"She said nothing and just laid there I thought it was because we asked her about holiday things. You know how she gets." Clint said

"Yea" Steve said with some sorrow knowing exactly how it feels being an orphan. Everyone is at some point but sometimes it happens when you're old enough to not have the legality of needing a guardian but too young to be ok on your own….. When that happens and you don't have anyone there... it's even worse.

Clint was thinking that too. He had learned about that and Nat trusted you and he did trust you too so after seeing you so upset, even though you hid it well he saw, everytime people brought up holidays plans to the point you'd sometimes leave the room he had a discussion with Laura and that was that you were an unofficial official Barton.

He was looking forward to the ugly Christmas sweaters the family did. The kids made you a star one it was more pretty than ugly they always do ugly sweater party and a gingerbread contest of who can make the craziest gingerbread house without it collapsing- even if it ended in a super fueled family. And making cookies for Santa. You loved being able to help Clint and Laura put presents under the tree for the kids. It was something you never did but he senses it was more than that more than- it was like you were apart of his family. Like you were his little sister he helped raise or his own child. He dreaded having to tell his kids you were hurt and couldn't come this year. Nat and Laura could help him tell them but still for the past 5 years you'd been a staple in thier family around the holidays It wouldn't be the same without you. You were his family as much as anyone else.

Getting close to the tower Steve woke up gentle by stroaking your cheek and softly kissing you on your temple. You blinked you eyes open and saw him sweetly looking down at you and smiling. For a moment you forgot where you were, outside of Cap's, no outside of Steve's arms that is.

"We're about to dock sweetheart. I got you. His hold on."

The quinjet docked less than a minute later and the cargo bay door opened

The med team was waiting and you felt so bad.

"Actually,"

You sat up and sort of jumped out if Steve's arms as much you could considering the , gentle hold he had on you "I'm good." leaving the three men in shock

"Please," you looked at Bucky and Clint "I was not going wear that monstrosity that you considered putting a dead squirrel on."

"You mean-"

"She just-"

"Damn-"

"She needs to spend less time with Natasha."

"Steve are we sparring tonight or what?" You winked.

"We're shipping out in a few-" Clint yelled out "It's like I already have an adult teenage child." He murmured to himself.

"Oh right shit Steve I need some help with something" you had to get all the presents carried and why do it when Steve can? And you can stare at his biceps as he is holding everything at once

Steve jogged up to meet you. Besids he had a bone to pick.

"You scared the shit out if me I thought I'd be spending the whole night in sickbay with you or worse"

"Nope. They wanted us to kiss. I had to do something. Otherwise they had a bad plan"

"What?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Apprently you talked too much about me to Clint!" You pinched him

"Well how else am I supposed to figure out a gift?"

"Ask me what I want you dumbell"

Steve stopped you in the hallway.

"What do you want?"

"A kiss." You smile.

"Well that I can give you right now."

Clint decided there and then he was going to lock Lila up until she was 50 years old. If he can't handle you kissing a boy, Captain America the probably nicest and most respectful guy on the earth, he's never going to be able to handle Lila and boys. Nope. He was going to lock her in her room after Christmas. He was considering even locking you in there too.

@taglist

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @patzammit @sparklybarbarianninja @coltrainbat

[bathtub4rats]

Tagged by the fantastic @finniestoncrane

1) Are you named after anyone?

Yea, my mom worked at a post office and while she was sorting mail she saw my name on a package and said yea I’ll name my kid that.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Last week cause I got nervous about talking to someone

3) Do you have kids?

Does my numerous stuffed animals count?

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yea but I try not to use it too much online bc I’m terrified of people misinterpreting me and think I’m being mean

5) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their walk, then their clothes (the color so I can identify them without my glasses), then their speech patterns

6) What’s your eye color?

Grey maybe??? I’m not sure what’s going on in that eyeball of mine

7) Scary movie or happy ending?

A good ending, whatever that may be. I want to feel satisfied that all the loose ends of the story were tied up in a nice bow

8) Any special talents?

Idk drawing? All I do is draw. Cooking? Im a good cook when I have the energy for it

9) Where were you born?

[REDACTED]

10) What are your hobbies?

Getting into new crafts to make mediocre results then never picking up that craft again. Example: the shirt I sewed for my Crane outfit, and the clay riddler figures I made, and the sweater I crocheted, and the-

11) Do you have any pets?

No 😔

12) What sports do you/have you played?

I played tennis for the longest time. Really fucked up my knee. It’s a fun sport to play but so boring to watch

13) How tall are you?

5’6” I think

14) Favorite subject in school?

Chemistry, or any science class I love science any science there’s so much to learn and if I had a psychology class I Would Eat That UP, and oh marine biology my beloved little creatures in the sand at the ocean floor I loveee you sea stars and those big ass predatory snails that eat literally any living thing in its path

15) Dream job?

I wish to study things, anything. I want to look and observe without consequence. And no phone calls or video calls.

Uhh idk who to tag so if you’re a mutual just assume I’ve tagged you here

@ [your username here]

[run-on-dreams]

K SO im just gonna copy paste my essay into this post XD too complicated and/or risk of sharing my email on accident to do it any other way LOL ok so essay is below the cut

ALSO DISCLAIMER i called it 'modern alt' here instead of scenecore and i lumped in the like modern ver of emo that i dont think has a name but ppl who like scenecore usually like it too so i figured i could combine em without losing too much accuracy, but yea its mostly abt scenecore

In recent years, the wild alternative fashions of the early 2000s have been making a comeback; dyed hair, patterned arm warmers, band t-shirts, studded belts, and more have exploded in popularity. Lots of young people have been rediscovering the Scene and Emo subcultures, and the styles associated with them, due to the ease of sharing information brought on by social media and greater use of the internet. While some people are doing their research and attempting to faithfully recreate the original styles, many others are simply using these styles as inspiration, and creating something entirely new but still recognizable to people familiar with the classic Scene and Emo communities. Through this, a new alternative fashion style is born; it has yet to be given a proper name, however for ease of discussion it will be referred to as ‘Modern Alt’ in this essay. Though Emo, Scene, and Modern Alt are all related, growing largely out of the same influences, they are still unique and diverse, all three being their own specific style. 

Beginning as a music genre during the mid 1980s, Emo slowly grew and became a proper subculture with its own fashion style in the mid to late 90s. The oldest consistent and arguably most iconic feature of the Emo style is the hair, which is often dyed black, straightened, and swept dramatically to the side. Early Emo clothes and accessories consisted of thick-rimmed glasses, t-shirts or button-up shirts, sweater vests or cardigans, tight jeans, and Converse sneakers. However, the Emo style of the early 2000s that most people are familiar with, and the style that Scene and Modern Alt draw inspiration from, was an evolution of this original 90s Emo. Slowly, the Emo look began to gain different elements that would later be recognized as iconic of the style, such as black nail polish, all-black clothing, a more ‘feminine’ style, and eyeliner. As it stood in the early 2000s, and as it stands today, Emo style can be mostly defined by the focus on skinny jeans, tight t-shirts usually sporting a band logo, studded belts, rubber wristbands, and Vans or Converse sneakers. Other elements of the style include black eyeliner, black nail polish, the iconic Emo haircut mentioned previously, and to some extent, thick-rimmed glasses, though that is debatable as they are not an iconic feature of the style in its current form. Emo outfits tend to be mostly black, with occasional pops of colors like red, purple, or blue. Emo clothes tend to have minimal patterns, usually only featuring stripes or simple designs such as hearts, stars, or music related imagery. As the Emo subculture grew, a small piece of the subculture broke away into a brand new group: Scene.

Scene began in the early 2000s as a subculture inspired by Emo, and rapidly became its own unique subculture with its own unique fashion style. Having a much shorter history than Emo, Scene didn’t go through any major style changes like Emo fashion did. A facet of youth culture mostly inspired by Emo trends and bands who quickly became characteristic of the subculture and defined its musical styles, Scene fashion mixed elements of Emo fashion with new elements inspired by other fashion styles, like Raver and Harajuku fashions. Scene style usually consists of bright colors, skinny jeans, fingerless gloves, belts with large buckles, sunglasses, rubber wristbands, 'Kandi' bead bracelets, piercings, and gauges. Other common components are thick eyeliner, dyed hair and hair extensions, and a hairstyle reminiscent of the iconic Emo haircut; straightened hair with bangs that swoop across the face, often covering one or both eyes. However, unlike the darker colors common in Emo styles, Scene fashion typically comes in bright colors such as pink, green, bright blue, and red. It is also common in Scene outfits to have hair dyed in any of these colors, or bleached blonde. There are clear similarities between Emo and Scene, notably the hair styles, skinny jeans, rubber wristbands, and eyeliner, however there are definitely differences between them as well. Scene’s fashion was inspired by Emo’s, but it is still its own style, much like how Modern Alt is a unique style that was inspired by both Emo and Scene.

In 2020, there were many, many things going on in the world, and one of those things was, surprisingly, a revival of the Emo and Scene subculture as they stood in the early 2000s. Both subcultures had been slowly decreasing in popularity throughout the 2010s, and were largely forgotten by the majority of people as the next decade approached. However, there were a small number of people hoping for a revival; phrases such as ‘Twenty Nine-Scene’ or ‘The Rawring 20s’ were shared online in an attempt to encourage a comeback of the Scene style, and Emo was slowly making its way back into public knowledge as well. However, it was really in 2020 when the Modern Alt style truly became its own defined fashion. Gaining popularity on social media platforms such as TikTok and Tumblr, as well as websites such as SpaceHey and FriendProject that mimicked the popular early 2000s website MySpace, the Modern Alt style became defined by a few common elements. Modern Alt fashion often comes in darker colors, blacks and grays, with pops of brighter colors like red, pink, and green. There is a wide variety of clothes in Modern Alt outfits, and oversized clothes tend to be common, as well as androgynous looks that don’t appear traditionally masculine or feminine. Makeup in Modern Alt varies, but almost all Modern Alt looks feature eyeliner, and tend to come in darker colors. There are a few hairstyles common in Modern Alt, but they all tend to be fluffy and cover the eyes, and the hair is usually dyed black or one of the brighter colors mentioned earlier. Many elements of Modern Alt are inspired by Emo and Scene fashion; it includes the darker colors of Emo, the brighter colors of Scene, and the eyeliner and hairstyles common in both styles. However, there are also parts of Modern Alt that take inspiration from other modern fashion trends, such as the oversized clothes and androgynous style, which are common elements of fashion styles popular on social media and generally among the youth. And the style is only continuing to grow and evolve; even having only been around for a few years, there have been trends in Modern Alt that have gotten big and then fallen out of fashion, and even now there are new trends gaining traction. Most recently, knitted or crocheted beanies, often featuring cat ears, stripes, and tassels, have become popular amongst people who enjoy the Modern Alt style. It’s hard to say if this will become a staple of Modern Alt, or if it will simply die off like many other trends, but either way it illustrates the ever-changing nature of fashion in the modern world. 

Generally, trends are repetitive; the same thing becomes popular time and time again in the world of fashion, and these days, in the world of social media as well. However, what truly allows fashion to evolve and grow is when it takes inspiration and borrows elements from older styles to create a brand new one. Emo began as a style that took inspiration from other alternative subcultures at the time, and grew more defined by taking inspiration from the people defining the subculture, band members and the youth. Scene began as a style that took inspiration from Emo, but it also incorporated elements from other styles and subcultural icons of the time, and in this way created its own unique fashion style. And, most recently, Modern Alt began by taking inspiration from Scene and Emo fashion, and blending them with popular modern styles, as well as creating their own unique elements, becoming its own defined style as well. All three styles are connected, and definitely have similarities, however at the same time they are all different, and each fashion style is its own thing, with individual names and trends and histories.

[doorrobloxstuff]

Ok, someone has to draw Figure as a Dino. But I got to know what the other's reactions to Halloween are? Especially the younger entities.

A split reaction. Mostly between the introverts or and the children/free spirited hotel residents.

The two contingencies being:

“FUCK YEA!! CANDY!!/I actually like this holiday and the festivities.”

Rush (Yes!! Candy!! ..and alcohol! And parties! Yippee!)

Ambush (Yes!! Candy!!..and alcohol! Yippee! And Rush in the maid outfit.)

Snare (the candy and attention it gets from wearing its little baguette or Lilly pad costume makes baby happi)

Screech (Yes!! Candy!! And costumes!! And the fun stuff!! And Dupe and Sally! Are very fun to hang out with!)

Dupe (Loves the candy!! Gets to hang out with friends! Gets to hang out with Screech! Tons of new things to bat and and chase and sniff! Dupe loves the fall!)

A-60 (surprisingly okay at parties, or atleast okay at eating with its family. Also seeing its little siblings bounce around is actually pretty fun.)

Sally (CANDY!! and then it wakes up in the punch bowl the next morning.)

El-Goblino. (Gets to play with people’s dogs, get a bunch of candy, hang out with Jeff.. what’s there not to like.

Jeff (Oh, it gets to eat some quality food! And it gets to see his grandchildren, how lovely! Jeff probably will use the situation to his full advantage and give out candy. He too, like Timothy has seen the holiday first take form. Oh how he loved the Samhain of old. When he’s not doing festivities. He’s praying and honoring his previous partner/Seek’s other parent or even his deceased ancestors.)

Dread (Used to be a human, and he liked this holiday when he was one. He’s just happy to be here. ☺️ He wears a little witch hat and a sweater because his frog body gets cold easily. )

Figure (Candy, the scent of autumnal flowers, the comfortable costumes, joyful calls of children. Its all wonderful to Figure.)

Timothy (Meemaw spider has seen very beginnings of the holiday. It enjoys it, and it makes fun inspiration for its webbed artworks. Finally an excuse to weave pumpkins and leaves. Oo! Pumpkin muffins!)

Revive (Actually? Likes Halloween and spicy candy a lot so this is actually pretty fun. And the children are..somewhat amusing to watch.)

Glitch (gets to wear a fun little Halloween hat and watch scary movies in the room’s projector. Enough said.)

Curious light (Gets to hang out with their chosen family. Gets to wear a cute little costume. Gets to mess around in their pirate costume with a sword.)

Jack (jumps out and scares the children whilst simultaneously stealing the candy. Only to be forcefully cocereed into returning said candy by an angry Rush.)

“I do not like the implications this holiday brings.”/“Too loud for them to enjoy.”

Halt (EW NO GO AWAY. Too much light, noise and sound. Being compared to a regular sheet ghost isn’t fun.)

Guiding light (too seeeerious + heathen holiday. It doesn’t understand why Curious would consider even liking this.)

Seek (..Doesn’t like being called a monster. Doesn’t like the implication that the costumes portray monsters. It wonders if this world is truly something it should be exposing its children too. Overall very uncomfortable with the concept of the holiday. But will celebrate with its family if it makes them happy.)

Hide (“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”* )

Eyes (“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA* ‘Oh look! Wine!’)

Shadow. (“No.” *Minecraft cave noise as it disappears.*)

Mystery entity (???)

A-120 (Doesn’t really like candy, but it’s fine. It can bake things for its friends and family.)

A-90 ( The skunk doesn’t really care tbh. Less dislikes and more so just simply thinks the holiday is mid compared to Christmas.)

*Introvert’s worst nightmare. Hates trick or treaters + anxiety.

I like to imagine Rush wondering if A-120 and A-90 are actually its kids because of the fact they don’t like Halloween /j

[marriso1]

Phone lockscreen

three blue digitally drawn skulls with a faded black/red background

Cheese or chocolate?

CHOCOLATE🏃‍♀️

Do you have any nicknames?

On here i’ve gotten Marri 😽

Last song?

Little Miss -Boa😍😍

Written fan fic?

YESS i actually am currently writing (and VERY LATE on updating..) a severitus ff, its on ao3 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Disc?

No sorry!

Piercings?

No💔but i’m planning to get a nose and eyebrow piercing soon!!

what do you think says the most about a person?

their principles!

what kind of cookie would you be?

a quadruple chocolate chunk cookie with chocolate chips and extra sprinkles.🤤🤤

cat or dogs?

both but mainly cats!😼

headphones or earbuds?

my experience w headphones are that they’re hard to lay down with and that’s like all i do so it’s a bit uncomfortable! but noise wise they’re amazing!! although even when not laying down they can be uncomfortable.. earbuds i love because they’re small so i can lay comfortably but i’m pretty sure i’ve lost my hearing with how loud i play my music💔💔

what was the last thing u said?

“wait so we’re actually getting taco bell?” my debate teacher just left to get our class food i thought he was bluffing😸😸

werid fact (warning a bit disturbing)

if someone did a taste test they’d not be able to tell the difference between human meat and pork.

morning or night?

night owl all the way👻👻👻👻👻👻

fav place to nap?

if i don’t have my bed it’s the couch or the closet 💯💯

🏳️‍🌈?

yessir

jeans/sweatpants

jeans💯💯

boba order?

strawberry boba

color you can’t stand?

THOSE greens.👺

coffee or tea?

tea!1!1!

fav extinct animal?

the megalodon!

how long have u been on tumblr?

like a year now!

desert island item?

either a plane with a pilot inside or a boombox

aesthetic?

goth (yes i listen to the music but i also dress gothic too)

dream job?

an art teacher or a child therapist

relations?

single

fav outfit?

the one i’m wearing rn!!

i’m wearing a wavy spagetti strap black top with a giant bow in the middle of my heart, a black sheer (see through) sweater that is connected is tied in the front with a bow and has big flowy fleeves , ripped rights, a black demin skirt, and shiny black boot-platforms!!

song you know all the lyrics to?

louise -tv girl

i know it’s over -jeff buckley/the smiths

hair color?

black!!😼😼

do you talk to yourself?

yes, my parents think i’m on call sometimes when in reality i’m just being werid 🤕🤕

makeup?

yea!

best compliment you’ve received?

“yeah (my name) is probably my favorite student out of anyone in this class” (yes i was evesdropping)

@s: @slitheriyn @killlavendr @inkyarcturus

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[innocencelives]

continuing retrospectives: whats new, and what has always been —infinite reflections on the truth

past few months have been hard, the episode is ongoing bc insurance and doctors have failed at getting me on a new med. a month ago i finally got prescribed a new one and im still trying to figure out how to get my insurance to pay for it, they have arbitrary rules abt what meds to take with other meds.

the episode is…all over the place. the depression is obviously the most excruciating, silent and unknowingly creeping its way through my veins until its all ive known and all i ever will know-until it ends, also silent, also unknowingly. the anxiety: paranoia more like, intense paralyzing social fear that defies all logic and lapses into absurdity but never stretches into psychosis or delusion. never. terrible, painful bodily fear that everything i do is wrong and everyone knows it. im eating nachos wrong, im walking wrong, my hair, my sweater, my face, im moving my hands wrong, there all thinking it, your friends think it, the stranger across the street he thinks it. everytime i ask my friends “wtf are u talking abt we love you your acting the same as always!” (hands shaking as i throw the nachos away bc im spilling all over myself and consider it too hard to continue).

the sleep, oh my god the sleep. i dont think there is a human on earth with a sleep schedule as erratic and random and life-ruining as mine. slept 20 hours a day for 4 days, then i couldnt sleep an hour a day for a few days. slept all day-up all night, slept in two 6 hour shifts, cant fall asleep, cant wake up, cant stay asleep, cant stay awake, cant be remotely normal. the fatigue, and the brain fog is worse than losing a limb. i know i know that sounds mad, its how i feel. the sleep doctor i see every 3 few months for 20 minutes who reccomends me a podcast: “i just dont buy it….i dont buy it”. okay. i mean…gaslighting??? medical gaslighting?? so your telling me, a person with 3rd degree burns, to put a band aid on it shutup and dont be delusional? get in line dude. ive seen worse than you.

and the trauma…oh the trauma. the undercurrent of my broken life till 16 yrs old, then the drowning, all consuming, omnipresent anvil for the next 10 yrs. how, how do you expect me to disentangle the symptoms of life altering complex trauma from the symptoms of various or perhaps a few life altering physical ailments? they both overlap constantly. and both, hilariously, remain undiagnosed.

yep you read that right, the person whos been on meds since 14 yrs old, experienced incestuous rape, unrelenting brain fog and fatigue, foot pain since a child that immobilizes me everyday, various experiences w excruciating stomach pain, low back pain, upper back/neck pain, i was diagnosed w adhd and tic disorder officially, they threw severe sleep apnea and a couple sleep disorders on top recently, what am i missing. oh yea my lazy eye is so terrible i close one eye to see most of the day. a lot of those remain mysteries, or undiagnosed.

my psych tried to put it one way: my mental health symptoms are a little bit of this and a little bit of that, i have bits and pieces of different things. maybe i have complex trauma and a specific rare insane gene disorder, or a few chronic conditions, or a PD and complex trauma, or complex trauma and schizotypal and avpd and lyme disease or complex trauma and fibro and bpd and a piece of my brain missing, who knows man. one things true: (not according to my family) i have complex trauma. and that can have far reaching physical implications.

ive been talking to the psych and my social worker friends abt perhaps flying to the mayo clinic or something similar. a bunch of appointments in a week or two w tons of specialists and tests with an integrated approach to get (as they call it) “the right answer, the first time”. or essentially some diagnosis/es

. . .

a horrible, liberating truth. there is no going back, there is no closing pandoras box. once i knew, i couldnt unknow.

how can i be believed enough to dispell the internalized disbelief,

validated enough to erase the gaslighting,

tell enough people my perverted past to erase the feelings of secrecy,

have enough chosen family to forget every relative,

recieve every ounce of love and care for the infinite time i spent denied of it,

jack off enough times to gross porn until i understand the abuse,

cry enough tears till im empty, empty enough blood till im dry,

fall through enough rocks till i hit the bottom,

when will it ever be enough.

im so tired of it, im so sick of it. im done with it. you can have it back. 16 year old jamie, seduced by the feelings of freedom and truth, put it back, dont read it, dont look too hard, dont think about it too much, do not pull that string it will all unravel i promise you.

im a barren husk of a boy. a shell of who i once thought i was. a paralyzed, broken, catatonic, defective 26 yr old failure who peeked at the man behind the curtain and saw something they could not unsee. i could have never in my wildest fears predicted a life quite as chaotic as this one. it feels like a curse, that i’ll never know a life without a childhood like mine.

its like a poisonous music to my ears, hypnotic and sweet while it tears me apart, hearing just what it truly was. i feel a bit more free, a bit more whole everytime i tell someone. everytime i use the dirty words, incest, sex abuse, sexual violence, molestation blech blech blech gross yuck. nasty. but the disgust, the shock, the genuine look of horror on anyones face as they react to those words is like a hug!-they know. they feel that way to. it was that bad. it did happen. the mere thought of it to a stranger is enough to ruin the vibe. ohhhhhhh if you only knew, if you only knew.

scream it from the roof tops, tattoo it on me, put it right under jamie on my hello my name is sticker, put it in the first sentence of my biography and the first sentence of my obituary. as long as they know my name they will know my truth. my horrible, liberating, truth.

[pumpkinsy0]

happy mf christmas!!!

u know what that means,,,,hcs!!!!WOOOOOO!!!!!YAYYYY!!!!!!YIPPEE!!!!!!

but yea hcs!!!!!!

•idk,,WHO,,,it was,,,but either the shepards or the curtis’ used those tree shaped airfreshners for cars and used it as an actual christmas tree to put gifts under

•maybe it was when they were lil kids too excited for christmas but hey, who can blame em

•once tim made the BIGGEST mistake of letting pony and curly b in charge of making the sugar cookies cause they over did it w the sugar for they were busy w ‘other matters’

•like they completely fucked up the cookies w too much sugar, someone could get type 2 diabetes just taking a bite out of it

•but hey!!just shake em for a bit before u eat it and youll b aight

•there was this christmas they all did secret santa and pony got tim, but he had NO clue what to get the guy so he just gave him a belt

•i mean it was a good belt so to tim all is fine

•freeze tag will ONLY b played on christmas time

•i hope this makes sense, but darry, soda, and pony all share the same pajama set when it’s christmas for some reason, like pony gets the pants, darry gets the shirt, and soda just takes the lil hat w it

•johnny is a literal god at making hot chocolate it’s canon

•tim makes haitian hot chocolate so yea, also a god

•OHOH and bc haitian independence day is on january 1st, the shepards usually buy all the ingredients near christmas time, and darry’s bday is on the same week so also bday shopping w the curtis gang, yippee!!!

•two bits the mf to buy the nasty flavors of candy canes to “spice things up” and darry got sick and tired of it so two bits off shopping duty for the rest of his christmas’

•so have y’all seen those santa mall pics w those goth kids?? yea angela and curly go to the mall to specifically get a pic w santa

•the pic is one of the tree decorations xoxo

•pony and curly making gingerbread houses???yes pls, only problem is curlys hungry ass keeps eating everything

•i feel like i’ve never seen a mistletoe like in stores to buy, so i’ll just say that pony makes them curly keeps kissing him while he’s making it and just says “we’re above the mistletoe so i think we have to like make out or somethin”

•pony and curly had gingerbread and reindeer onesies when they were like toddlers/babies (that’s what that other pic of them is for, don’t ask y curly has a giant fucking spoon i thought it was funny)

•the shepards (rlly angela and curly) have this thing for decorating their hair for christmas, once curly used christmas lights in his hair, dw no fire was set his hair is fantastic

•dally can’t wrap presents for shit he just takes newspaper and cru,bles it up around the gift to give it a weird ball shape

•soda is such a christmas candle lover, if u bought him a santa’s ass scented candle he’d buy it

•every christmas i’m GONNA bring up the gang calling pony rudolph during the holidays fuck off

•johnny likes taking walks in the snow just staring inside families homes, kinda sad???yea, but he’s on his way to the curtis house so it’s alright he’ll b fine

•steve is actually like the fucking brunch during the holidays, everyone thinks it’s dally but no at least dally finds enjoyment fr home the shitty christmas sweaters and hot chocolate, steve likes nothing except for the occasional snowball fights and everyone being together, other than that he’s out, he hates the snow(its a love hate relationship), he hates how he gets hives in the cold, just cancel the whole thing

•angela and tim fucking LOVE the peppermint chocolates, they’d kill several ppl for it, i would too

•also pony and curly like putting the chocolates on the cookies

i rlly want peppermint chocolate