#im going to be one angry waffle. }

[payasita]

Good job getting ADHD medication! I’m so proud of you :D

thanks so so much im very happy and so hopeful for the first time maybe ever but also it TOOK ME LIKE. A YEAR. A YEAR.

like yall for real?? for real. for real i have been diagnosed since i was like six. (funny story my teacher thought i was on the spectrum so my parents get me tested with the nodes and shit and according to mom, who loves this story, my neurologist did all that and talked to me and then just turned to my mom and went "she's not autistic. she just hates the other kids" but they DID find an adhd diagnosis in there so net win for all of us)

diagnosed since i was SIX. on stimulants until i turned 8, and you know why i got off em? my pediatrician retired. we could not find another who would take our low-income insurance. so i just had to rawdog The Rest Of My Fucking Life. diagnosed when i was six. legally neurodivergent for 20 slutty slutty angry years.

and it still took me like. a few months to get a psych appointment. a few weeks to reaffirm my diagnosis as an adult. a few more weeks for another appointment for meds. he doesnt Want to do meds first, because i must have been doing fine without them if its been two decades, right? i got a job and a car and everything. well gee fuckin shittickers Dr. Brain Guy, just WHAT was my alternative? would you prefer i be maladapted to the point of incapacitation; is that what it takes for someone to be considered? i cheated my way through school. every day after work i sit for an hour in my car because i dont have the executive function to stand up and walk the ten steps to my house. garbage just appears around me. i have three empty bags of hot chip and two cans of sprite on my desk as we speak, neither from today. at that point i hadnt had a debit card for six months because that would have required me to Drive To The Bank, a location that was new to me in this area, so i just did everything on credit. is this all normal? is this fine? am i GOOD, actually, Dr. WeirdBrain?

so we cordially agree that yes i should probably be medicated. i want to do a stimulant. he does not want to put me on a stimulant. "stimulants can mess with your heart," he says, "and you're young, you don't want heart problems." i say ok because i dont want to make him think im just looking for narcotics. even though i am. because they WORK. i agree to try some kind of antidepressant.

the antidepressant gives me tachycardia. i go to the emergency room after reading a heartbeat of, oh, 140 bpm, which is about like double what it normally is and juuuust below the You Are Having A Heart Attack threshold. i get to the ER and the doctor there is very obviously convinced i'm a local addict having some sort of episode. it is the most ironic experience i've had all year and i feel an abrupt and all consuming kinship with those birds in australia that will swoop you and peck at your face for seemingly no good reason.

so yeah, we narrow it down to the antidepressant. as it turns out, these particular meds are known to, semi-commonly, Mess With Your Heart. i have my next appointment with my psych and somehow refrain from pecking his eyes out. he puts me on a noreprinephrine inhibitor(iirc) that isnt actually FDA approved to treat ADHD specifically(i DEFINITELY rc) but it IS given to smokers to help them quit. i dont smoke. i may very well fucking start before this whole ordeal is at the point where someone listens to me

it obviously does a combined total of jack and shit, and the man waffles with this one because he has "had success" using it as treatment for other ADHD patients. he ups the dose. twice. three months on the smoker meds, which are also apparently notorious for destroying your appetite, but they didnt even do THAT. no change to the average amount of hot chip on my desk.

he wants to try quelbree after that. i finally tell him i'm tired of this shit and would like to have more than two hours of usable daylight to function before it all falls to uncontrollable youtube shorts binges and a daily experience i like to call The Weighted Nothings and i would very much like to PLEASE. TRY A STIMULANT.

he's been friendly enough with me over these past four or five or whatever months but at this he gets suddenly very very business-baseline. gives me the whole spiel about the north american shortage. gives me a spiel about how i absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, lose or sell this medication, because they will not refill it if i do. i am sitting here wondering if he he's telling the truth about having other ADHD patients at all like ever in his career, and also, am i nuts or should the "don't sell your prescription drugs" bit apply to EVERYTHING? i dont fuckin know man i just live here

he says he wants a urine test first. its scheduled for two weeks out. i take it.

"hey uh, your piss came back with cannabis in it" "well it'd be weirder if it didn't, we are in california and i am a kitchen manager" "you can't have weed if you want adderall" "fine i'll stop" "we'll schedule you another test in a month" "aight bet" it didnt go exactly like that but this is kind of what the vibe between us has devolved into by this point.

anyway i wait a month and get a good grade in piss. i get the meds prescribed. i go to fill out the prescription

all i really need to say to you are the words "prior authorization error" for most of you to get what happened next.

the psych isnt even aware. i wait another month for our next meeting, which was yesterday. i do not yell at him. he tells me to take it up with the pharmacy, and yell at them. i am going to yell at them.

so i go, and guess what, it actually went through a while ago! NO ONE TOLD ME OR DR. FEEL-BAD OVER HERE. but we can't fill it right now because its a controlled substance so come back in a few hours. hey it's ready where the hell are you? TAKE YOUR METH AND GET OUT

anyway i started it today, reorganized my pantry, and fixed the fire alarm in my hallway that's been chirping at me for a week. i no longer have to wear earplugs to bed.

and with my newfound executive function superpowers, i will be spraying my weed-free piss all over Reagan's grave.

[celaenaeiln]

it’s a me a 12 am anon . my girlfriend and i had a discussion abt how odd it is that the fandom views and stereotypes the batfam like

dick is romanian and has more fem related traits and somehow it translates into him being a dumb womanizer or just an annoying mother hen?

jason grew up in the streets, i think its popular to hc him as hispanic? idk but jts odd how ppl do that and also think hes an angry heartless brute

cass gets that “badass asian dragon lady” archetype (tbh im not sure what it is but my gf is passionate abt it so like im confident she’s right)

tim?? somehow ive seen wasian hcs for him but the boy is autistic right? somehow a stereotype i see for him is like “weird and socially awkward but super smart” which . i dont think thats right .

steph is adhd right? i think? also falls into the dumb “waffles r my only personality trait” stereotype and uts just a tiny bit odd dyou see it?

damian (and by extension talia) gets done dirty a lot i think i dont .yeah

nyways sorry its been a while <3 would llve to hear ur thoughts n opinions

hey again!!

Batfam fanon is...not great. And it's things like this that remind me why I kinda avoided this fandom until I couldn't.

Dick

Dick is Romani and is canonically more feminized but the dumb womanizer thing is really getting on my nerves. First of all, he's one of the smartest characters, ever. The comforting thing about Dick is that he never loses.

The reason I love reading Dick Grayson runs is because I can read about his thought process, the way he analyzes, how he single-handedly solves crime like it's nothing.

Batman (1940) Issue #703

Secondly he's not a womanizer. He literally has a mental break down at the thought of dating or even kissing someone he isn't in love with. He's never, ever, ever going to sleep with someone he doesn't have atleast some level of romantic attraction to because he feels it's inherently wrong and canonically frowns upon that behavior when others do it.

The mother hen thing - I gotta admit is kinda accurate. He really loves his family and friends and takes care of them really well. He always makes time to sit and listen to all of them with all their problems and helps them solve it so that's fine.

Jason

The hispanic thing - what the actual heck. Literally why? Jason's "hispanic" fanon background along with Tim's "asian" background comes from a wider problem where society has become disillusioned by the same ethnicity for all characters and wants for diversity and representation in the media. I actually do believe in greater representation but not here. When people make Jason hispanic due to his street backstory, they're attempting to diversify canonically white characters but accidentally reinforcing and perpetrating damaging stereotypes about particular ethnicities. Because his background has drugs, poverty, and crime - you want Jason to be Latino? Can you possibly make things worse? And Jason being an angry heartless brute. Not even adding to the stereotype, Jason was not like that. Jason originally started off as troubled but excited kid. He was happy about fighting criminals and having a home and getting food. As he grew older, the more criminals he fought, he came to a realization that people weren't going to change which is when he started getting more violent and angry with them. He didn't do it because he was some sort of psychopath, it's because he cared a lot about the effects these criminals were having on innocent people. Because he can relate. His anger has nothing to do with his supposed "hispanic" background which is still - ?!?!? Why is this even a thing.

Cass

I don't really have anything to say about Cass being that archetype because tbh I kinda think of her like that too. She's exceptionally good at fighting, she's chinese, and she's the strong and silent type. I'd love to hear more about what your gf thinks about it though.

Tim

Again about Tim being Asian. No where near as damaging as Jason being classified Hispanic but also why? He's asian because he's smart? Because he's good at computers? C'mon the stereotype is boring. Isn't it exciting when you watch a movie or show and the Indian guy isn't an IT specialist? Or when the Chinese girl has neon highlights and loves partying? Or when the Japanese girl is rocking combat boots? The best way to appreciate diversity is actually letting ethnic characters have diverse personalities and talents. On a side note, there is not nearly enough celebration of already canonically diverse characters like Roy's navajo heritage or Jessica Cruz's latina one. Isn't it ironic how we're making racialized characters based on stereotypes because we believe there should be more diversity but ignoring canonically ethnic ones. Literally noone talks about Cass connecting to her Chinese side or the fact that she has dyslexia but we're readily jumping on the Asian Tim Drake train.

Autistic Tim Drake I can see where they're coming from because Tim sometimes has a hard time connecting to people. Like he sometimes misses social cues. And to be fair this theory actually has more credibility than some other ones because I don't know if I'd pass that off as awkwardness. But it also may be due to lack of human interaction. Tim's parents left him alone for long periods of time which he gleefully used to track robin and batman at night. I don't have a problem with this one because Tim may actually be inadvertently written as autistic at times so I guess it wouldn't be that far off canon.

Steph

People with ADHD are typically impulsive, don't focus on one thing for too long, and have a lot of energy which is very much like Steph.

Batgirl (2009) Issue #10

But mostly she just has a sense of humor. Which - like the case with Dick - because of course people can't be multifaceted, fandom generally takes for stupidity.

She's not dumb, she's just fun. I guess the waffle thing is because of human beings' pathological need to classify everything into categories and fanon likes to run with dumb blonde for Stephanie which really ticks me off. People can not be a gloomy avenger and still be smart. She solves her crimes and has a laugh while doing it and still pulling off the -

Batgirl (2009) Issue #12

Damian

Where do I start. What is even happening to him? Not in fandom necessarily but canon. What is DC doing???

[shujibabes]

Seungcheol

“I love you.”

•contains: fluff,angst,tiny bit of swearing

•if there is any error’s, please correct me !

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“___ have you eaten yet ? I made some toast.” You heard the door closing as someone walked into your dorm room as if it was his own.

“Since when have you been so nice to me in making me something to eat ?” You smirked and opened the lunchbox being neatly made by him. “Yah, if you’re going to act like that I won’t make anything again, just appreciate my kindness for once !” His eyes wide with a pout forming on his lips as he drags on his words. You laughed it off as it was such a Choi Seungcheol of him to do.

“mhm, its not that bad.” You ate one as you taste the sweetness of the Nutella lingering on your taste buds. Seungcheol looks up at you in disbelief. “Excuse me ? Im the one who made it. Have I ever made anything bad before ?” He rolls his eyes and you gave that bombastic side eye look, remembering one hilarious memory.

“Remember that time you burnt DK’s waffle ? Yeah, I could use that.”

“And that was because he was pissing me off, he wouldn’t give me any of his grapes earlier.”

You finished the food and gestured for him to stay quiet. “Shhh, remember this is a girls dorm area. Men should shush.” You walked towards him with your finger in the air, he grinned and lifted a brow. “So bossy.” He claimed and you hit his chest making him flinch. “I’ve never seen a man with a sassier attitude then yourself.” You then walk passed him as he let out a breathy laugh.

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“You know that party coming up soon ?” Seungcheol asked you and you frowned. What party ? “huh ?” He looks at you and gave you a face of disappointment. “The one that Mingyu’s setting up, its just a college party and everyone is invited.” He danced a little and looks up at you. “You’re just excited to get free drinks.” You pointed and made yourself comfortable on the cafe seat within campus, Seungcheol sits in-front of you. “Thats one but Im excited cause there’s going to be a ton of games, exclusive prizes to win !” He adds on, then goes closer to you and whispers taking you aback. “Mingyu is rich as hell.”

“You never change do you ?” You say as you shook your head while letting out a giggle. “Well, you can say that. You’ve known me like ..? Forever.” “Elementary. Cheol.” You rolled your eyes giving a smile. Now he is staring at you, observing the way you took out your hair tie to clip your hair back, your outfit being so you, with that autumn aesthetic you love so much. He was starting to notice the things even you don’t. He wondered why though.

“Do you want anything ?” “An Americano is fine.” He smiled at you and as you stood up you pinched his nose, shocking him. He knew you always do that out of satisfaction cause he would always whine in pain but today he was flustered. All he could give was a light smile and look down at his hands. You obviously having no clue about this.

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“Cheol, Can I tell you something ?” You sipped on your coffee. After hours of doing your assignment and him taking naps here and there. You finally decided to tell him in the end of the day. “Yeah, sure ?” He looks up and ruffled his hair while placing his elbows on his knees to listen more, fingers clasp together. You felt weird with that action, your heart started to beat a little bit faster but it’s probably just because he’s grown a-lot now, he isn’t the little Scoups anymore.

“I might have been seeing someone.”

Thats when he felt his heart dropped, his eyes widened and palm started to sweat. “h-huh..?” He let out a little word. “I guess it’s sudden isn’t it ? You remember that guy in English class ? Well—.” “You mean Joshua.” “Yeah.”

Awkward silence.

You observed his face, he looked a bit angry but that was probably the protective brother mode on him. “I’ve been talking with him for 2 weeks and we decided to start dating..” That’s when Seungcheol put his hands up for you to stop talking.

“Say that again. Two weeks ?”

“Yeah.”

“___ do you even know him that well, who gets with someone in two weeks .?”

Thats when your blood started to boil. Is he judging ? “Excuse me.” Seungcheol saw the way your eyes change with a crack in your voice. He softened a little and tried to remain calm. “___ , Im sorry, but are you really ready for this commitments. I don’t know about relationships so I can’t give you advices.” He says and sat back. “Its okay.. I can figure it out myself. He actually taking me out tomorrow.”

You felt relieved telling him but in the same time there was a part of you that did not want to tell him and you don’t even know the reason why.

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That night Seungcheol couldn’t help but thought about what you said earlier. You found someone? You’re already dating ? You did this behind his back for two weeks ? He tried recalling what you and him did within those weeks and couldn’t help but feel betrayed. The thing is, why he is he feeling the way he is ? The urge for him to tell you to break up with Joshua on the spot.

Yet, he couldn’t even blame you. Everyone wanted to be or be with Joshua, he was the definition of a perfect man with a great ongoing academic following his love for sports. He was someone every guy in campus wanted to be, all the girls wanted to have a taste of being with him and yet, here he is with ___ the girl who’s been with him for a long time.

His heart started to ache and thats when tears came our from his eyes. He knew what he was feeling but all this time he never wanted to admit it cause it was plain stupid to do, and he remembered the words your granny used to say to the both of you.

“Either one of you guys will fall first. There’s no way for the opposite gender to be best friends.”

Both of you have been proving that for a long time, not until he started to get protective, started to flutter with the way you smile, started to look at your lips a little longer, started to get electric during every touch. Started to care for you as a man.

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“Well, you look..”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but stay utterly speechless. You’ve never worn something like this before. A pink floral dress with a white cardigan, your hair being braided and your makeup looking extra beautiful with the glitter. “Look..” You say wanting him to continue, you didn’t know if you’re trying to hard to look good, it is your first date. “Beautiful.” He whispered and you blushed. “Im glad then..” Seungcheol looked at you and walked up, you backef away a little but felt warm when he put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re perfect, you know that right ..?”

What is he doing ? This feel’s a little weird but in the same time you craved the closeness of him. Realising now, he was way taller and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating. He fixed the collar of his shirt out of no where and that made him stiff, he couldn’t move but stare down at you. The urge to do the things he’s been holding back was going to make a move on him.

“___…” He utters your name and leans down, you felt his breath hitting your cheeks that sent you goosebumps, you wanted to back away but you can’t. “I really..” he was about to say but then someone knocked your dorm room. You flinched back and brushed yourself, acting as if there wasn’t any tension between you both earlier. Rushing towards the door, you saw your date.

“Oh wow. You are stunning !” Joshua smiles brightly and gave a kiss on your cheek. You felt flustered but in the same time awkward since Seungcheol was behind you both. Joshua notices a tall figure behind you and looks at you, “Oh, You know Seungcheol right ? He just stopped by to give me some food.” You say quickly and Joshua remember that you did say you had a bestfriend, well.. that was a boy. “Ah, I see. Hello man.” Joshua smiled and waved.

Seungcheol only gave a nod. Thats when you looked back at him and saw the way his face turned nonchalant, no emotion at all. He probably would forget the things that happened, blame it on the hormones. “Cheol, make sure to lock the door okay ?” “Alright.” He says eyes not looking at you.

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“So tell me more about your relationship with Seungcheol..”

You felt your breath hitched and smiled and Joshua, you were both eating in an italian restaurant. “I’ve known him since elementary.” You say and he nods. “Its quiet surprising that you manage to be friends with him for a long time without falling inlove.” He says. “I guess.” It was a beautiful day with Joshua so far, you enjoyed a lot of things together but you have to admit it wasn’t the same feeling you had with Seungcheol.

You had to stop thinking about him.

“You know ___ I really like you..” Joshua smiled and wiped sauce off your lips. “Was there sauce on my lips ?” You wiped with a tissue buy then he laugs. “I already wiped it for you.” “Ah..”

“Can I ask something ?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Come with me to Mingyu’s party ? We can announce that we’re officially together there.” He blinks and smiles like a deer. “I mean sure !” You say quickly and he giggles. “You’re cute” You felt happy with the compliment but theres another feeling that you felt , you can’t quiet put a finger on it.

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“So, how was your date ?.” You were met with Seungcheol still in your dorm room, watching playing his phone, not even bothering to glance up at you. “Why are you still here..?” You tried to play it off but oh gosh, the voice gave it all away. “I was just excited and curious on what happened on your date.” He looks down towards your hands. “Roses? But don’t you like Tulips ?” He stood up and you walked pass him.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re acting like a child.” “Don’t you say I always act like one though ?.” You sigh and sat down. “Cheol, you can leave now, we don’t want other girls to know you’ve been in my dorm room for that long, they’d think otherwise.” All you wanted was for him to get out of this room. He looked at you aimlessly and laughed.

“Whats so funny.?” Once again, your blood began to boil. “Tell me, did you enjoy it ? The date ?.” You looked at him suspiciously , he has never acted like this towards you before, sounding so controlling and demanding. “I did.” You replied giving him an answer. He nods and gave a sarcastic smile.

“Okay. I’ll leave.” He says and gets up, walking his way out the door. You couldn’t help but feel your heart drop. “Wait.” You say and he turned back towards you. “what?” You were shocked you did that, wait for what ? Why are you saying “wait” what do you want from him exactly. “nothing..” He nods but his facial expression was hurt, walking out the door.

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She thought about what happened, why is everything getting out of hand ? All she did was have a boyfriend and why is he , Seungcheol. Acting like this ? But thinking about it, why are you thinking about him again. Again and again. Even when youre out with someone else. “I thought he would be happy for me ?.” You say to yourself, then you thought about it deeply. Are you confused right now ?

You miss him

You miss the way he would be cheerful, the way he smiles with his aegyo sals apparent. The way he hugs you or pulls a bit of your hair just to get attention. All this time, you thought it was a brotherly thing to do. Yet, remembering the way his breath on your cheek making you shiver. You felt so confused at this moment.

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Both of you haven’t texted, yet communicated.

You found yourself next to Joshua within the crowds of people. His hands on your waist and you both sway to the music. “You okay love ?” He asked and you nodded, taking a sip from your cup.

You wondered, what happened ? Seungcheol never texted back. You did not see any media updates. Yet, you saw him on campus but with his other guy friends. You were only with Joshua and some couple of friends. It was not the same as you were with Seungcheol.

Then you remembered he was the one to tell you he was going to Mingyu’s party too. You missed that excitement.

And from the corner of your eyes is when you finally saw him again. Outside of campus, he was wearing a blacktee and a dark blue denim jacket, hair slicked back with an eyebrow piercing which most probably is fake. He was already looking at you from afar while taking a big chug from his drink.

You were flustered at the stare and it wasn’t like how you both used too. You both were now adults, adults that can develop feelings. What kind of feelings has he gotten though ? You frowned when you saw a girl put a hand on his chest and him looking down at her with a smile. You couldn’t help but feel jealousy in you and started clinging on Joshua even more. What are you doing now ___ ? Trying to take Seungcheol’s attention.?

He realised that and held the woman’s waste as she offered him her cup. He took a sip, yes. He is playing with fire right now, he knew by the looks of your face, you were jealous. You were a type, he loved that type. He slightly pushed the woman away when he saw you started touching Joshua’s face and thats when he lost it. Holding in his anger, he went upstairs.

As you saw his face, you saw him go up. You somehow felt guilty doing this to him. “Joshua, Let me go to the toilet. You know where is it ?” You say trying to cover up. What in the world are you doing now ? Chasing your ex-guy bestfriend ? “Its upstairs baby, want me to company you—.” “Its okay. Ill go myself.” You say and left Joshua’s embrace, he was dumbfounded but let you go.

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You traveled upstairs, this house was big. You then heard a bang in one of the opened door. Opening it, you saw him. “Seungcheol?” Your warm voice caught his attention, there he was frustrated, hair messy from probably ruffling it. “___” he says your name while not looking at you. “What are you doing !” You rushed to him seeing his hands bleed. “You punched the wall !” “Why would you care ? Go back to your boyfriend, have fun.” He retreated his arms from your hands. “Stop it.”

“Stop what ?.” He raised his voice and you stepped back. “Can’t you open your eyes ? Can’t you see ?” Tears coming out of his eyes and this was the first time you saw him so vulnerable, you saw the child in him came back out. “You broke my heart and didn’t even realise it.” “What do you mean I broke your heart ! What did I do !” “For fuck sakes ___” “Tell me then ! You fucking coward !” You yelled back and thats when tears spilled.

He was quiet. Quiet.

“This is what happens. You leave me confused. You don’t talk about how you feel !” You yelled and pushed him away. “I will leave you, for long.” You wiped your tears and turned to leave. Thats when you were about to open the door, you were pulled back within his arms.

“I love you.” He buried his face within the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“Im sorry, I broke the promise. I fell for you first. I have fallen in love with you.” He sniffled and hugged you tighter. He could feel him tremble and you lost it, covering your mouth to stop your sniffles.

“I have loved you for so long, so long, I didn’t realise these feelings. That is why im so clingy and attached. I longed to see you every day, minute and second. It broke me to pieces and made me realise that I loved you when I saw you in the arms of another.” He confessed.

“I want you all to myself, I want my future with you. I want you and every woman I see, I see you. You’re my woman.”

“Im sorry.” He repeated and thats when you turned around, wiping his tears. “You idiot, your face eyebrow piercing is gone.” You smiled and he chuckled. “I just wanted to look cool.” You stare for long, you realised, the one you want is in-front you all this time. “I love you too.” You finally confessed.

Thats when his world came up, the wedding bells rang in his ears. He couldn’t help but seal this with a kiss, a long kiss he’s been imagining for so long. The comfort of your lips with his makes his heart at ease. “What is this.?”

Both of you heard a voice from the door.

Joshua..

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Hello everyone ! Sooo, here is my Seungcheol oneshot and I knoww there is a cliff hanger but if i continue to write it , it would have ongoing parts and would be too

long to write 😭 so I decided to put a cliffhanger, maybe I might finish this off in the future is there is any request !

Oh yaa, I am opened to request, so you can leave me a message !

1/3 is done, my next story is probably going to be on Joshua

after this 💗 If you enjoyed this,

Do let me know ! To give me motivation of course

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twitter is really pissing me off with this. ( / wilbur soot , abuse )

love dream, hate dream, i don't care. you can think he's a terrible person, think he did terrible things WHILE ALSO acknowledging how well-spoken and important it was for him to say something. all of these stupid "he's doing it to save face!" or "this is an insane PR tactic" or even the "this is dangerous!!!" are actually so insensitive and to be quite honest makes you side with abusers!

dream is a victim of domestic violence and has been public about this for YEARS - it is so incredibly important that he spoke out in support of shelby while ALSO condemning wilbur's actions as a victim of domestic abuse to show solidarity, from one victim to another. to show that he KNOWS what it's like, he knows the behaviors and the tactics. he saw them in wilbur's bullshit "apology".

dream even says in his statement how encouraging it was to see, as a victim himself, that people were speaking out in support of shelby. how this was going to raise awareness to see the signs, to help encourage more people to speak out and not fear their abuser or just to be able to stand up for anyone who decides to speak out about it. to go on and completely diminish his words by saying "don't let this fool you!" is actually really gross. diminishing another victim's voice is gross. nobody said you had to like him for speaking up. did he have to? no. did anyone have to? also no! don't know why we're so upset and angry about having more uplifting voices, more support. we should be focusing on supporting shelby, not using another victim's message of support to shit on other people and bring external situations into this. it's gross and draws the attention away from the matter at hand, which is what the abuser tried to do in the first place.

since im here (probably won't be back to waffle until the tubbathon starts lol) i just wanted to point out the parts that really stuck out to me from his response because even though i don't really care for him anymore, i do think his support/condemnation has been the best worded so far.

"she had a reason to be afraid to say your name, but you shouldn't have been afraid to say hers"

i got actual chills from that one because FUCK it's so true. it bothered me so bad that wilbur was so vague about it almost as if he could AVOID it if he never attached her name to it. idk if theres really any legal stuff behind it or what not but other than that he had zero consequences for naming her directly. zero consequences for giving her a direct apology. his "apology" didn't even sound like it was TO HER. he isn't sorry, he obviously doesn't know what he has to be sorry for if he's too much of a pussy to address her directly.

"thank you for being brave"

it is so so important that he described her as such because not only does it continue to uplift her and encourage her to stay strong and continue to be brave, but it shows that speaking out against any form of abuse no matter what it is is BRAVE. it's admirable and hopefully sends encouragement to anyone else who reads it that speaking out against it is brave. point blank period. (and honestly everything in his apology to shelby was so incredibly well-worded - its really the fucking fact that dream who had no involvement whatsoever could apologize but wilbur didn't even know what he was supposed to apologize for lol.)

i've said this before, and i'll say it again. all of my love and support goes out to shelby. i am so incredibly inspired and proud of her for being able to stand up for herself, to speak out against someone even if they had a larger platform and raise awareness to the signs and pieces of shit within the community so we don't continue to support and platform dangerous people. i've watched shelby for such a long time, she was such an important part of my childhood and it actually breaks my heart that someone could even THINK of doing anything like that to her because she is such a fucking light and fuck ANYONE who would do anything to try and put that out. i wish her nothing but the best and all of the healing in the world because she deserves it so so much. my heart goes out to any and all other victims of wilbur, as well.

[goldengogoat]

🪐🍬🦷🐚 for the ask game! :D

ty rachel !! - 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now] i broke up with my bf that i wasnt happy with! i went to a small concert on tuesday with some new freinds and we all got waffle house afterwards and we all had fun! ive got a comfortable groove with work rn where im learning alot and getting returning regulars and i just feel good about what im doing !! 🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character] HMMMM... DECISIONS... aqua and terra kingdom hearts should both get to be angry and messy and troubled i see so much stuff of them where they kind of seamlessly pick back up with ven and each other post kh3 and i just dont think any of them (ven too but i see it explored more with him) are gonna be able to slot back together as well or be the same people they were before All That Bullshit. like they def want to but they gotta work out some issues and it wont ever be exactly the same . this turned into like 3 characters but WHATEVS. -🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on] when youre gonna cut your bangs dont pull them taught or get them super wet unless your using a knife or whatever cus doing that is the reason ppl get bangs way too short and goofy cut that shit where it lays and do lil bits at a time please god. anyways a lifehack is that you should never steal from target -🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? i LOVE a suprise! i like pure suprises and i like ones where ppl are like "hey ;) theres gonna be smthn suprising but im not gonna tell u what it is yet ;)" i love to sleuth things out. shiver with anticipation. all that jazz

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part eleven) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: innuendos, lots of talk of sex (it's Richie), cursing, brief mention of toxic relationships, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: The Aftermath !!! Also am I angry that Chris Pratt voiced both Mario and Garfield??? Yes I am, and I think Im allowed to be. Enjoy :))]]

Richie Tozier is not a coward. Not really.

He's impulsive (brave some say) and just does shit. Which is why he was here, staring at his phone. Staring at the three words he hadn't necessarily wanted to say but couldn't stop himself. It just... He just always did stupid shit.

And then his phone lit up.

e.kaspbrak

What

Richie Tozier is not a coward. But sometimes shit was scary, and sometimes you run away.

So, without another word, Richie muted his phone and slid it onto his nightstand. He stared at his phone guiltily for just a spare few seconds, before slipping off his glasses and rolling over to his other side. Promptly ignoring the way the ceiling lit up, knowing that it meant he was distinctly ignoring messages from... Eddie. His Eddie. Eds.

He'd deal with it in the morning. He just needed a night, yeah, a night.

And maybe a morning.

He stared at his phone with too early tired eyes, got up, made some frozen waffles, sat down, ate them, and stared at it some more. Fidgetted with his hands, he debated looking at the messages. (Would there be calls, texts? Would Eddie try and get everyone else to harass him too? Would he tell them what had happened? That Richie had just... said that shit. And... And ran away?) Instead, he spun on his heel and busied himself with his comics or maybe his figurines (or maybe both. Probably both).

It doesn't distract him though, not really. It was in the tap of his foot, or the flex of his hand. He was almost completely panicking, but at the same time, there was no fucking way he could look at what Eddie had sent him. It just wasn't... He didn't want for it to come out this way-

Richie was currently on his couch (it was way past lunchtime at this point, he'd been ignoring his phone for hours), death glaring his bedroom door. His eyes set somewhat to the location of his phone, like he could maybe erase the problem if he stared at it hard enough.

Because of course, after Eddie made this genuine speech about wanting Richie. Only wanting him, and all his fucked up pieces. He'd give him another reason not to.

He knows that not all the options are bad, in terms of Eddie's response, but the bad ones are so fucking scary. Richie was in love with him, how was he supposed to handle (potentially) scaring Eddie away? Or maybe he thought he was just moving too fast? Or maybe Eddie just didn't see it that way yet-

Richie threw his head back on the cushion, groaning. This is going fucking nowhere. You're only making it worse.

Maybe Eddie was good with the whole 'in love with him' thing, but now, you've ignored him for hours. He could be fucking pissed. And what the hell could you do about it? Say sorry?

God, he was so fucked. There was no good fucking outcome from this. Trashmouth Tozier is fucking at it again, ruining hi-

There was a knock at the door. Well, if he was honest more like a bang, it was a pretty hearty fucking knock actually. So much so, that Richie almost didn't go move to see who it was. Who the fuck could it be?

Wait.

"Richard fucking Tozier-"

That was one Beverly Marsh. An angry Beverly Marsh.

She got the kind of mad that was all internal, all glares and frowns and just fucking... like you'd brought home a failed test. ("I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.") Bev was a good friend, a fiercely good friend who knew how to call Richie out on his shit. And god, did she have something to call him out on now-

"Richie," she leveled, maybe a little concerned, "-I'm so serious. Open this fucking door."

He might as well bite the bullet, yeah?

With the drag of his feet, Richie pursed his lips and pulled open the door. He was met with a new type of Bev.

She looked particularly ruffled, if he was fucking honest, and her lips pulled into a tight frown. A frown that he distantly recognized... maybe once. And her eyes? Fucking cold blue steel.

"What the fuck-" she pointed a finger into his chest, "-did you do?"

Richie blinked.

"Eddie has been texting me nonstop about you, that you're not answering him, so I-" she stressed it out, pressing her finger into his chest -it stung a little, "-called you and got the same shit. I called you five times in a row-"

"Bev-" he tried, but she only moved forward.

"-and you didn't answer. I was so worried, Rich, and I can't imagine how Eddie felt all the way in New York-"

"Bev-"

"-And I get here, and you're perfectly fine. So that means something is wrong, and that means that you did something, Richie. So, what did you do?"

Richie gnawed at his lip -reluctantly, closing and locking the door, before questioning, "Eddie didn't tell you?"

Bev's mouth flattened into a straight line, eyes turning somehow fucking colder, "Richie."

"Look, Bev, I just... I fucking panicked, okay-" Richie scrambled a little bit -anxiety in his stomach snapping, "-I didn't mean for it to go on all day-"

"What did you do?" Bev repeated, stern.

"-I just... I don't know, I freaked out. And I needed a minute, I guess-"

"Richie," she tried again, this time grabbing his face -setting his eyes to hers, "-I swear to god I will get Stan to fly his ass here from Atlanta, if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on."

Shit, those were the big guns. Stanley cannot know about this, it would fucking disappoint Patty so much. And Richie could never fucking disappoint Patty-

It burst out of Richie just like it did the night before -rushed and impulsive.

"I told Eddie I loved him."

Bev paused, eyes softening and eyebrows pulled together -confused, "Eddie told you that he loved you, and you ran away?"

"No, I-" Richie let out a heavy breath, clarifying, "-I told Eddie that I loved him, and I ran away.

Beverly scrunched up her nose, dropping her hands from his face (all he could read was confusion), "What?"

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean what?"

"Well," she let out a sigh, "-normally, when someone runs away after a love confession, it's not the one who confessed, Richie."

Richie pursed his lips, what's that supposed to mean?

"Wait," Bev deflected, grabbing her phone, "-shit. Eddie's probably freaked the fuck out right now."

Richie's stomach twisted, bile rising up his throat, "This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, Bevvy. I fucking knew it was too much-"

"Shut up," she raised a finger to his mouth, silencing him, "-That's not what I'm talking about."

"Then, what-"

"Eddie is probably worried about you," she clarified, flicking his nose, "-because, you overthink things. And you didn't even hear him out-"

"I saw his message after," Richie reasoned, maybe a little for his own conscience, "-he just said 'what'. I mean, how was I fucking supposed to take that-"

"Knowing you, Rich," Bev pointed out, carefully, "-you probably said it out of nowhere. So, I give him a pass about being shocked."

"Well, I just thought-" Richie tried, but his side didn't really seem to make sense anymore.

"No," she shook her head, "-no more thinking. Go answer your phone."

"But," Richie decidedly didn't move, "-what if-"

"Richie," she glared, hands smoothing down his shoulders, "-you don't know shit until you see it for yourself. So, for the love of all that is holy, go fucking answer your boyfriend."

Richie pursed his lips, hesitant to take any steps anywhere. He was so fucking scared-

"You know he's probably stressed the fuck out about this," she commented, accusing, "-about you."

Richie frowned. Eddie was probably fucking scared too, had been all night. Fuck-

"I don't want him to be stressed out, fuck-" he breathed out, burying his head in his hands, "-God, I'm so fucking stupid."

"Hey," Bev softened, moving to pull his head down to her shoulder, wrapping him into a hug, "-I think... I think Eddie knows that you were scared. That's why he's losing his shit-"

Richie breathed in her Bev smell (it was a more like feminine smell with a hint of a masculine musk, like a flower just after some rain), and leaned forward into her. It was kinda what he needed, maybe for the past few days. He just needed a fucking hug.

"-because you're scared, and he can't help you."

Fuck.

Richie let out a shaky breath, heart racing in his chest, "Fuck, Bevvy, what if I... What if I fucked it all up? What if he never even-"

"What did I say?" Bev pulled back, leveling his face to match hers, "-No more fucking thinking. You want answers? Go ask Eddie. It helps no one to speculate shit."

"I know, but-"

"No buts, Richie," she shoved him toward the direction of his bedroom, "-go answer your fucking boyfriend, and figure this shit out."

Richie turned back toward her.

"Like now," Bev snapped, pointing toward the door.

Richie smiled at her, a little tight (but to be fair, his anxiety was through the fucking roof), "Thanks, Red."

She lightened slightly, smiling back and stepping toward the door, "Tell me how it all goes. I love you, Rich, but don't test me again though, seriously-"

Richie near immediately chimed back, actually smiling, "Love you too, Bev."

She rolled her eyes and motioned him through the door further -eyes glinting in a way he didn't want to test. Richie obediently did so.

That brought him to now, staring at his nightstand and that dreaded fucking phone.

It was just as overwhelming as it was the first time, staring it down and not quite being able to grab it. Like he physically couldn't. Like everything in his body was fighting it. But, now, now there was something else in his mind.

Eddie, in his tiny apartment, clutching his shirt like he always did when he was anxious and tapping his foot so much that it shook the coffee table. Big brown eyes staring at his phone like it could get up and walk away. Like if he looked away it would disappear and he really didn't want it to disappear. Richie remembered when his breaths would get so fast, and he'd talk himself up-

Richie didn't hesitate to grab his phone.

He was confronted with a growing list of notifications, spanning from a range throughout the night. Missed calls and texts every hour or so. Had he even slept last night? He thumbed through the notifications, calculating the time difference in his head.

Richie frowned again, No. He did not. Or at least, not more than like an hour.

God, Eddie-

His hands moved to Instagram, instinctively. Throughout a slew of missed calls (and videochats), there were just a few messages.

e.kaspbrak

What

[missed call from e.kaspbrak (x2)]

Richie, answer your phone, dickweed.

[missed call from e.kaspbrak]

Rich, seriously, this isn't funny.

I know you didn't just fall asleep in two seconds.

[missed call from e.kaspbrak]

Richie, you're freaking me the fuck out.

If this is some sort of joke, I'm going to be so pissed.

[missed call from e.kaspbrak (x3)]

Come on, Richie. This isn't fucking funny.

[missed call from e.kaspbrak]

Are you okay?

[missed call from e.kaspbrak (x4)]

Richie felt like fucking vomiting. He didn't text any after that one, it was all calls. Just call after call. God, he was such a dumbass. Eddie was up all night, fucking paranoid. Because what? Richie was scared of rejection? That he wasn't even sure he'd get from Eddie. It was so fucking selfish, and he felt like shit.

He wasn't gonna make him wait anymore.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

hey eds I'm sorry I didn't respond

I was really fucking scared and I didn't want you to end things and I just panicked

and I'm sorry

If you don't want to talk to me, I get it

Richie let a breath in through his nose and out his mouth. He wasn't sure if he should even expect a response at this point. Maybe he was sleeping, which would be good, actually so-

e.kaspbrak is calling

He was scared as fuck, but there was no way in hell he wasn't answering it. Not after all the calls he missed already. So, with a breath, he accepted and pulled it up to his ear.

It was silent for a second, so Richie spoke instead. Eddie had done enough already, anyway.

"Eds?"

There was a shuffling, and Richie held his breath.

"Look, I am unbelievably fucking mad at you right now," his voice echoed through the line, and it was a little shaky and too fast, "-but I can't fucking articulate that properly because I'm so fucking happy to hear your stupid ass voice."

"I'm really happy to hear you too, Eds," Richie laughed a little, eyes a little teary, "-And you should, you should be mad at me, I'm a fucking idiot-"

"Did you mean it?" He interrupted, and he was definitely sniffling.

Richie flexed his hands once, hearing Eddie cry because of him made him want to throw himself off the nearest bridge. Or maybe book the next flight, and hug him until he physically couldn't anymore.

"Mean what, Eds?" Richie asked, gently.

"Do you actually love me?"

Richie's heart twisted in his chest (he didn't think I meant it?), "Yes, yeah. Of course, I fucking love you. What do you mean?"

"I was-" Eddie started, before clearing his throat, "-I thought it might've been a stupid joke, I don't-"

"What?" Richie whispered, "-No, I know I'm a fucking idiot sometimes, but I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that."

"Well, I just-" Eddie let out a breath, and it was much slower (Richie hoped it was somehow because of him), "-I don't know. I just got fucking scared. And then you weren't responding. And I thought that you might think I didn't-"

"I'm so fucking sorry, Eds," Richie interrupted, "-I fucking hate myself because of this whole thing. I love you, and I just stressed you out, what kinda bo-"

"Don't fucking say that," Eddie hissed out, "-I am mad as shit at you, but you're still you, Richie. You're my boyfriend, you can't shit on yourself. Because if you were anyone else, I would beat the shit out of you."

Richie barked out a laugh, loud and sharp. He heard Eddie laugh a little too, like he couldn't help it. It made something stir in his stomach, and it just slipped out.

"God," he spoke through laughter, "-I fucking love you, Eds. You're such a little shit."

Eddie's laugh got louder, it might have even changed to a giggle if he was honest. It made Richie fucking giddy; I love you, Eds, love, love, love-

Richie's mouth opened, and he just let him say what he wanted to. Eddie already had his dramatic confession, it was his turn anyway.

"Eds, I really fucking love you," he spoke, tone genuine and he was smiling (Eddie wasn't running away), "-and I know I talk a lot of shit. But this... I'm being honest. There's no fucking shitty joke. I feel like I've been in love with you my whole life-"

"Richie," Eddie breathed out, but it was a little shaky and quiet (maybe like he was crying).

"-which I don't know how that fucking works, because we've only known each other for months so-"

"Richie," he tried again.

"-but it feels like that. It does. Like Richie Tozier is supposed to love Eddie Kaspbrak. Like it's the fucking Earth turning-"

"Richie-"

"-and every time you talk, it just rings through my head. Because you're so... you. And I love the fuck out of you. So, when you said all that shit to... to reassure me, and then you were just... Eddie telling me that you were pissed off at them, on my behalf, and I just... I couldn't fucking stop it."

He took in a big breath, but he wasn't scared. Eddie deserved to fucking hear it. Even if he didn't love him back, right now, he'd still tell him everyday. Until he died, probably. Even if they broke up (which the thought made Richie want to shrivel up and die), his last words would be: I love you, Eddie Kaspbrak-

"You're making it really fucking hard to hate you, right now," Eddie spoke, in what Richie knew to be frustration (the kind where he puffed up his cheeks a little).

Richie laughed, shuffling his feet a little (like he had energy he couldn't let out which he always fucking did), "I try."

Eddie brought on this whole new side of himself like he couldn't stop fucking smiling and he fucking loved someone. And god, he had never loved someone like he loved Eddie, or maybe never loved at all-

"I wanna say-"

Richie somehow immediately knew where it was going, "Eds, you don't have to say anything. Seriously. If you're not ready, there's no rush. I'll fucking be here as long as you need me to be."

"Richie," Eddie leveled, "-that is sweet as fuck. Probably the sweetest thing you're fucking capable of saying. But I need you to listen to me-"

"I dunno Eddie baby," Richie teased, "-I could go sweeter."

"Richie," Eddie tried to say seriously, but he was laughing through it, "-shut the fuck up."

Richie politely cut it back. He could always tease him until he nearly blew a blood vessel later (it was kinda his favorite thing to do, honestly). Preferably on a video call, so he could see the red go all the way up his face-

"I think I want to come earlier."

Richie nearly dropped his fucking phone, "What?"

Eddie continued, almost bashfully (Richie added the new tone to one of his Eddie files), "I hate New York. The people here suck, the streets are loud, the whole place smells so fucking bad-"

Richie snorted.

"-and you're just in San Francisco, fucking waiting. For what? For money I can't even get to? I mean, it's practically fucking invisible-"

Richie was smiling way too big for his face.

"-and I'm just fucking sitting here in a shitty apartment because I already paid rent. And you, my boyfriend who fucking loves me, are across the fucking country in a fancy ass apartment-"

"I wouldn't call it fancy, Spaghetti," Richie interrupted, going into a 'fancy' accent, "-It's not like butlers are waiting on me, or there are fucking... marble floors. It's just got a nice kitchen, and is in a nice walkable part of-"

"That's not the fucking-" Eddie let out a sigh, recentering himself, "-It's got you, dipshit. That's what I mean. You're there."

Richie grinned, "I mean... so is Bev-"

"You are such an asshole," Eddie huffed out, unsuccessfully hiding a laugh, "-didn't I tell you to shut up? I'm trying to fucking say something."

"Yes dear," Richie responded, flatly.

"Oh my god, Richie-"

"Okay, okay," he let out a laugh, putting his hands up in surrender (even though Eddie could not see him), "-I'm done, I'm done. Go ahead, Eds."

"I fucking hate you," Eddie retorted, with no bite.

"Agree to disagree," Richie remarked, before adding, "-Seriously, I'm done. Scout's honor."

"That means fuck all if you weren't an actual Scout, dickweed."

"How do you know I wasn't?" Richie proposed -curious.

"I just know," Eddie responded oddly. Like he was-

"Oh my god, Eds-" Richie almost jumped in fucking place, "-were you a fucking Boy Scout? With the cute little uniform and sash and hat-"

Eddie huffed out, "It's a really good program, asshole."

"-Please tell me you have pictures, Eds, you don't understand. I will print it out and frame it on my wall."

There was a pause.

"You have pictures?!"

"Well, fucking yeah," Eddie spit out, maybe a little embarrassed, "-obviously. And they're already fucking photos, they're in like a baby book-"

"Eddie baby," Richie cut off, "-please tell me you're packing that."

"Of course I am, asshole," Eddie retorted, "-It's all my fucking memories, why wouldn't I take it with me?"

"Thank god," Richie raised a hand, silently thanking somewhere in the sky.

"If you're gonna make fun of me-" Eddie started, prickly and defensive.

"Eds, no," Richie clarified, laughing (which was not helping his case), "-I would physically sacrifice myself to see your baby photos. You are so fucking cute now, I can't imagine you as a baby. Especially in a lil Boy Scout uniform-"

"Yeah, okay, well," Eddie blew out a breath, and Richie could tell he was flustered, "-I'm bringing it. So."

Richie processed that for a second (and maybe he did a physical fist pump, no one really knew) before his mind flickered elsewhere. And his mouth was off like a rocket, like it always was.

"How soon?" He spoke, palpably excited -grinning way too fucking bright, "-How soon do you want to come?"

"Maybe if you hadn't fucking distracted me," Eddie reasoned, "-you'd know that."

"Eddie baby," Richie spoke (yes, he was pulling that card), actually apologetic, "-I'm so sorry. When do you want to move in with me?"

There was a silence, and Richie could nearly hear his resolve weakening (bingo). He probably had his arms crossed and was rolling his eyes-

"It's like supposed to be two months, right?" Eddie asked.

Richie was totally not counting the days (nor had he bought a physical fucking calendar just to write Eds in a heart on the day he was supposed to get here), "Give or take."

"Well," he paused, mulling it over, "-I think at most a month. Maybe."

"At most?" Richie asked -blankly.

"It'll probably be as soon as I can sort out all my shit," Eddie stated -plainly, like he wasn't changing Richie's whole life, "-I have to pack, talk to my shitty landlord, and buy the plane tickets-"

"Aren't you afraid of flying?" Richie asked genuinely.

Eddie seemed to pause for a second, processing, "How did you-"

And then he stopped.

"-Forgot about your fucking Eddie files."

Richie snorted again.

"Yeah, I am," Eddie addressed, "-but the trip is like fucking 40 hours long-"

"43," Richie instinctively corrected. Shit.

"Have you-" Eddie seemed to process for a second, "-Have you searched that up?"

Richie gnawed on his lip for a second, trying to figure out how he wanted to go about this. Eddie already knew that he loved him, to be fair, so it probably explained any of his behavior enough for a pass.

"Well, you were talking about moving in, and-" Richie breathed out -hesitantly, "-you're afraid of flying, so I.. So I looked into it."

"What were you gonna do? Drive to me?" Eddie laughed a little.

Richie was definitely not laughing. Eddie's laughter cut short, and there was a second.

"Rich," Eddie echoed out, disbelieving,"-are you serious?"

"Well, I just," Richie pursed his lips, before relented, "-Yeah, okay, yeah. I was, Eds. But if you... If you just want to fly though-"

"No," Eddie interrupted, "-No, I'd rather drive."

"The whole 43 hours?" Richie asked, genuinely.

"Well, it's fucking different," Eddie offered, most definitely a little flustered.

"How exactly?" Richie laughed, "-The trip is the same amount of time, Eddie baby. Well, I guess I could shave off some time if I-"

"Shut the fuck up," he cut him off, directly, "-You're not doing shit."

"Sir yes sir!" he chimed -instinctively.

He could nearly hear Eddie roll his eyes, it made him grin.

"It's different because it's with you, dickweed," Eddie answered, "-I wanna do it with you. Obviously."

"Yeah, well," Richie was smiling, "-I did tell you I'd do anything you wanted, Eds."

"Well then, okay," Eddie paused, "-come and get me in a month."

"Just a vague month?"

"No, fucking of course not," he automatically responded, "-I'll give you a specific day, and time. And on that point, you better not be late."

"Ah," Richie sighed, "-there's my Eds that I know and love."

"Yeah," Eddie spoke softly, maybe in disbelief, "-you love me."

Richie smiled, eyes falling to his feet. This was something he never wanted to forget, even though he'd be here so soon. He didn't want to forget these calls, ever. He hoped he could recount them until he was old and gray.

"Fuck yeah, I do, Eds."

In retrospect, Richie didn't realize that Eddie hadn't said it back. But, he didn't really care. Eddie would say it whenever he wanted to. Frankly, as long as Eddie kept dating him, he didn't need it. Don't get him wrong, if Eddie said 'I love you', Richie could probably die happy. Or maybe never have another bad day in his life-

Today, Richie was streaming. It was a boring one, a Q&A but he was kinda tired so, it would work. His subs actually liked Q&As because Richie would wholeheartedly answer all kinds of things. It was limitless, the mods really only stepped in on super serious shit.

"Hey motherfuckers," he chimed, grinning brightly (his subs were used to his new smile by now), "-how are we today? Anyone have shit to share with the class?"

Richie skimmed through the chat.

"Pretty sure my Mom slept with my boyfriend," he read, raising his eyebrows, "-Shit, dude. What the fuck? I'm not even sure what to say to that. My condolences...? Is that like shitty of me to say-"

stan.the.man donated $1: no I think that's fair

"Stanthony, hey," he smiled, shooting finger guns at the camera, "-welcome to the stream. No good birds to watch?"

dizknees: a q & a in this economy ???

girlie-pops: hey trashmouth

elite._.gamer: started with the games ended with the streamer

too.tough.to.cry: how do we submit questions

trashy.tozier: @/dizknees I know I'm scared of what these questions are gonna be

stan.the.man: fuck you richie

trashmouth-for-me: @/too.tough.to.cry the link in the description

benny.boy: hey rich !!!

babey_boy: this is going to be so fucking cursed

"Hi Ben," Richie chimed again, "-I'll give it a few minutes for all your questions to come in-" his eyes darted to the submissions (it was growing exponentially), "-Actually, we're pretty fucking full as is."

Giving chat one last glance, Richie turned to the form, skimming through the submissions -this was going to be a total shitshow. But hey, that's what the trashies loved so... he was here to deliver.

"Who do you think tops, Luigi or Bowser?" He read out, pressing his lips together and furrowing his eyebrows, "-Are we talking about Mario? Like big turtle monster and Italian plumber?"

trashy.tozier: yeah it's from the movie

"Oh, the new movie?" Richie asked, which chat confirmed, "-Yeah, I won't watch it, fucking hate that Chris Pratt got it, honestly-"

trashmouth-for-me: say less king

ghostie_girl77: no bc exactly

cryingandscreaming: so reallll

bouncing-baby-boy: I liked it 🤷‍♂️

the.losers.are.better: I like him as star-lord and in parks and rec

girlie-pops: @/bouncing-baby-boy red flag

flying_froggerz900: I only watched it for jack black

toziers-trash: say that

your._.mom: period

gnarlybabes: peaches peaches peaches peaches

"I mean, it seems kind of obvious...?" Richie brought himself back to the question, thinking, "-Bowser is a fucking monster king, and Luigi is like a more... fragile character. Unless he has another side to him, but I don't get those vibes, and fucking trust me, I know them-"

Honk, honk!

reddy.bevvy donated $1: hi love you but shut up :)

"Bevvy! Love you too-" he grinned and blew a few kisses to the camera, before refocusing, "-I think Bowser is my final answer. Alright, next question-"

He clapped his hands once, peering over the list and reading, "What is the sexiest finger?"

"Oh, easy," Richie waved it off dismissively, "-middle."

dizknees: EXACTLYYYY

an_idiot_sandwich32: no bc there's literally no other answer what

hunterz-dream: if you disagree think again

babey_boy: obvi

trashy.tozier: anyone seen 🍝 ?

girlie-pops: the only other valid answer is maybe ring

elite._.gamer: this makes no sense but he is right

It went on like that for a while, with somehow both questions he'd expected and questions he most certainly did not (some about Minecraft, and also asking if he preferred Coraline's mom before or after spiderization, typical stream really). And then, he saw it.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Richie read out, licking along his teeth -debating (they had talked about this, but he didn't want to cross any boundaries).

He mulled it over for a second, before deciding to answer, "Yeah, actually, I do."

trashy.tozier: WHATTTT

tell_me_a_lie: there goes our single rep

reddy.bevvy: 😉

dizknees: 🍝 ? 👀👀👀

babey_boy: we lost another one ✋️😔

too.tough.to.cry: wait fr

girlie-pops: let's go gays

trashmouth-for-me: @/dizknees reddie real ???

toziers-trash: real or imaginary

your._.mom: trashmouth lore drop

genuine._.disappointment: imma die alone

stan.the.man: @/toziers-trash tragically real

girls.girl: tell me more

Richie promptly didn't say anything else about it. Mostly so he could figure out specifics with Eddie later. He wanted to tell them, honestly, but he wasn't gonna do anything without talking to him. Richie's life was already public, Eddie deserved the choice -he stood by that solidly.

And so the stream moved on, well, until it didn't.

"I'm not really sure about the-"

Bzzt, bzzt.

Richie paused, cutting himself off. His eyes dashed to his phone, eyeing the screen. It was an actual phone call-

💞 Eds 💞

He furrowed his eyebrows, a little concerned, before turning to the camera.

"There's the man now, folks," he chimed, happily, and moved the screen over to the break one -promptly muting his mic, "-Gimme one second."

He spun in his chair, facing the wall, just in case, and answering.

"Eddie baby, what's up?" He asked, in a casual sort of concern.

Eddie immediately responded, bristly (maybe because of concern on his part too), "What's up? I've been trying to call you for fifteen fucking minutes-"

"Eds, relax," Richie laughed, "-I had my Instagram notifications off."

"What, why?" Eddie asked -innocently (it was really fucking cute).

"Well, Spaghetti," Richie added -carefully, "-I'm streaming right now."

"What?" Eddie asked again.

"Don't worry about it," Richie quickly amended, "-I'm muted and have my little break thing up."

"No that's not-" Eddie seemed to pause, voice more distant like he was looking on his phone (maybe had him on speaker), "-I didn't get a notification. Since when are you streaming today?"

"I told you this morning," Richie replied, laughing, "-It's just a Q&A. They actually... They actually asked me if I had a boyfriend."

"And...?" Eddie questioned, plainly. It made Richie want to squirm, because he couldn't tell what the right answer was.

"I told 'em yeah," he answered, slowly, "-but I didn't say it was you or anything so-"

"Why not?"

Richie paused, pressing his lips together, "You... You want me to?"

"Well, yeah," Eddie clarified, a little flustered, "-I already told you that."

"It was actually more kinda implied," Richie noted before pointing out, "-I didn't just wanna say shit without your fucking... approval, Eds."

"Well, I'm giving it," Eddie replied, sturdily.

"Okay, so-" Richie laughed a little, "-I'm just gonna tell chat that we're dating?"

"I don't fucking know, dipshit," Eddie bit back, "-it's your stream."

Richie gnawed at his lips, trying to think. Could he just work it into the conversation? Would that be forced and awkward? How the fuck did he want to do this?

He took a deep breath in, trying to think. He could hear Eddie shifting through the phone, and he thought his mic might actually pick it up if it was on-

Wait.

"Eds," Richie grinned, "-how do you feel about being on stream?"

"On stream?" Eddie questioned.

"Yeah, like your voice," Richie clarified, "-through the phone."

There was silence for a second.

"They already know I'm on the phone with my boyfriend," Richie explained, "-all I have to do is call you Spaghetti, and chat will connect the dots."

Eddie was slow to speak, but it came out a little frantic, "What the fuck am I supposed to say? I don't-"

"Just hi," Richie soothed, stopping the Kaspbrak spiral -effectively, "-Nothing else."

There was another pause.

"I'll be right fucking here, Eds," Richie said, gently, "-You know that."

Eddie let out a big breath, "Okay, yeah. Let's do it."

Richie gave him a little warning, before unmuting the mic and changing it back to the camera. He watched for a second as chat seemed to acknowledge him, and the grinned real big -putting the phone on speaker.

"Alright, everyone," he chimed, dramatically, "-say hi to Spaghetti."

"Hi," Eddie's voice echoed out, softer than usual (Richie thought it was both the cutest thing in the world and nothing compared to what he knew to be his actual voice). He actually seemed fucking nervous, which was new -Richie promptly added it to the Eddie files.

genuine._.disappointment: EDDIE ???

girls.girl: 👋👋👋

bubblingbabz: hi richie's bf

hog-inthebog: hiiiiiiii

younganddumb: reddie exists??? love wins

toziers-trash: no fucking way

powderpuffdonuts: 👋👋👋

stop.it.bruv56: 🍝🍝🍝

minecrafter.on.main: eddie stream when

dizknees: HOLY SHIT

babey_boy: 🍝 ???

trashmouth-for-me: I FUCKING KNEW IT

girlie-pops: no bc my gaydar was off the charts with those chats

trashy.tozier: @/trashmouth-for-me REDDIE CONFIRMED

tozier_babeyyyy: somebody clip that I gotta start a comp

elite._.gamer: 👋👋👋

harness-safety19: 🍝🍝🍝

only-here-for-trashmouth: @/tozier_babeyyyy 10 times trashmouth mentioned eddie and eddie told him to stfu

bevs.boa: hiiii spaghetti 🍝

trashy.tozier: @/tozier_babeyyyy @/only-here-for-trashmouth JSJKISNSJHSBSH

grumpy_frog: 👋👋👋

Richie smiled, eyeing the chat (Reddie, huh?), before pulling his phone back and turning off speaker phone. He was honestly giddy, of all things.

"Chats going fucking bonkers," Richie laughed into the phone, "-They really fucking love you, Eds."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked -maybe a little nervous.

"You should see it," he assured, "-They're all like saying Reddie confirmed. Apparently, they were clued in already, Eddie baby."

"Reddie?"

"Our ship name, Spaghetti," Richie chimed back, "-obviously."

"They do that for fucking real people?" Eddie remarked, and he could almost see the nose shrivel, "-Ew, what the fuck?"

"Oh, Eds, my sweet summer child," Richie hummed, "-I have a lot to teach you."

"Not that," Eddie emphasized, sharply, "-anything but that."

Richie promptly ignored him, teasing, "What if I got it tatted? Reddie forever, right above my heart-"

"You wouldn't fucking dare," Eddie chastised, "-I'd rather stay in New York than see that shit."

"Oh my, my, my-" Richie fanned himself like a damsel, "-Spaghetti is expecting to see me with my shirt off? How scandalous-"

"Shut the fuck up," Eddie replied, and Richie knew that he was getting flustered (God, he loved him), "-You're an idiot, and I can't stand you."

"Yeah, well," Richie hummed, "-I'm in fucking love with you, so looks like you're fucked, Eds."

Eddie laughed that time, and Richie felt it all the way down to his toes, "That makes it so hard to fucking argue with you, you know that?"

"What does?" Richie asked, almost forgetting he was on stream.

Eddie paused for a second, it came out in a huff of breath (flustered again), "You saying you love me."

Richie grinned, and wondered why he was so nervous about it in the first place. All of that seemed so stupid now.

"Well, Eddie baby," Richie breathed out, "-ya better get fucking used to it."

[loversj0y]

Glonk is here : )

Sorry for the terrible English in advance. I promise I usually write better than this. 

I am genuinely sorry but this blurb is 3 pages long inn gdocs im begging for your forgiveness

Thank you for responding to the art forgery ask!

I love the idea of this scrawny, broke art student who’s never done anything dangerous (except scamming rich people into buying fakes but hey they never find out anyway) creating this elaborate scam, almost a stageplay– maybe getting a film/theater student to help put some props/cool lighting so their zoom calls with the Syndicate look extra menacing, but under the mask and walmart voice changer is just this one guy/gal/glonky.  Probably researches the weather in different time zones to make it look like “Anonymous” is always on the move when they’re always in this one dingy apartment. Maybe even puts mannequins around the room to make it look more convincing– like they actually have employees. 

I also love the idea of them claiming that Anonymous is their lover. Technoblade, who had figured it out immediately, would definitely comment when February rolled around like “so valentine’s day is coming around are you going to buy anything for your significant other?”

And the student’s like– “Who?– OH RIGHT YES Anonymous my bbg yes i have some flowers picked out for them.” (techno would do this for every holiday i swear)

Also when the truth is revealed that the student IS Anonymous, Siren would definitely go: “so that means you’re single then? ;)”

Anyway… some more food for our neverending siren brainrot:

(some darker topics of child neglect/abuse here. I also used random names for some characters, but they’re just placeholders)

One night, Siren sees some kid, about 10 years old, running away from 2-3 shady individuals—probably some angry drunkards.. But bad news for the kid either way. 

He does something to get the group to leave the kid alone, then checks if he’s alright. The kid’s obviously in shock because this is one of the most dangerous men in the city asking him if he has any parents to go to. The kid is silent for a while, staring at the ground. 

“..No parents?”

“I have parents.” The kid’s voice clearly suggests that there’s something wrong with them. 

“Do you have anyone else to stay with? A friend, a grandparent?”

“My aunt/uncle/glonky ____.” The kid says. Siren nods and holds out his hand. After a few seconds of shifting nervously and eyeing the villain’s hand, the kid places his small hand in Siren’s. Siren leads him out of the alleyways, then goes up to the rooftops to watch from there, making sure the kid gets to wherever he needs to go. Finally, the kid veers left, running up to someone’s door and knocking. The lights come on, and a person answers the door, kneeling down to the kid’s height as they question him in a soft voice. Hugs are exchanged, and the kid goes back inside. Satisfied and unseen, Siren turns and walks away. 

The second time Wilbur sees the kid is during the dead of winter, when the snow coats the ground and Tommy is sledding down a hill with his two roommates. Wilbur’s sitting on a short, cobblestone wall, his back to the sidewalk as he watches his brother and his friends. Looking left, he spies the kid and his aunt/uncle/glonky making their way down the icy sidewalk, hand in hand. The kid looks much happier than before, and he’s babbling about something that had happened at school, as the other occasionally gives murmurous, quiet answers to the kid’s statements but usually listens in silence..The two enter the park and sit on a bench. The boy continues swinging his feet as he talks.

 The aunt/uncle/glonky (im just gonna call them the reader from now on im so done) buys the kid a waffle stick and they sit. the kid sidles up to the reader, his chatter slowing to a stop as the reader motions him to be quiet for a moment as they pull out their phone, dialing a number and holding the phone to their ear. The reader gives the boy’s hand a squeeze, and waits for the line to pick up. 

the line picks up and finally the reader speaks “Hey Rachel, I just got Morris back from school—- oh. Is Rachel there? …can you pass on my message? Thanks, Cora. (….) No. (…) Yeah. …I see.” their face tightens in displeasure, but makes no rude remark. Do you know when it’ll be over? …where is he supposed to go, then? (…) Yeah, yeah of course he’ll stay overnight. That’s… that’s fine. It’s just… nevermind. No, no, it’s not a problem at all. Thank you Cora. Tell Rachel I said hi." They hang up the phone and plop it back in her bag with thinly veiled frustration, then turn to the kid with a tight-lipped smile. The kid isn’t smiling anymore, he’s staring at the ground.

“Hey.. how about we go get some waffles? I think the stand is open.” they ask, and the kid brightens, nodding and standing up, grabbing the reader’s hand as they make their way across the field. 

Eventually, the two come back, Sitting back on the bench. The reader holds a hot coffee while Morris chows down on one of those portable waffle triangles, holding it with a napkin as to not get his hands sticky with the syrup (he probably will, anyway, but oh well)

Wilbur’s third sighting of Morris is less pleasant. It feels like years ago that he had found Morris being chased by adult men and scared them off, bringing Morris to the reader’s house, the first time he saw them— even if it was only a few weeks ago. In one of the suburban, one-floor houses with a small flat lawn, he spots a figure of a small boy. It’s dusk, so the shadows make it hard to tell, but he figures it out. It’s Morris. What are the odds? That must be his actual house. he watches the boy slip out from the garden and head down the sidewalk. Eventually, the kid hears siren and turns around in surprise. He looks tired, with dried tear stains on his face. There’s a wet stain on his shoulder, of an odd red color— but it’s not blood. “Oh… it’s you…” the kid eyes the villain nervously. Siren had saved him last time.. but he’s still understandably cautious. upon closer look, the stain seems to be wine. And the jacket has some broken glass fragments (nothing too dangerous, basically dust) embedded in it). He decides not to ask (the kid doesnt look to keen on talking), and walks the kid home again. 

A few minutes later, they reach the reader’s house. They’re  in their  backyard, and see them before Siren can move away. What they see is Morris with a red-stained shirt (it's too dark for them to tell it's not blood) and one of the city's most dangerous supervillains next to him. Understandably, they gets the wrong impression, and soon WIlbur finds himself pinned to a wall, their arm across his throat (jus holding hm there, not choking him). He can feel their breath on his face, their torso pressed against his as they hold a gardening shovel to his throat. they’re really close. how'd they manage to attack and pin a famous supervillain so quickly? Siren really should learn to keep his guard up. 

Anyway… i don’t really want to write out the rest of this so here’s a quick summary of the rest: 

Morris convinces the reader not to kill siren

Wilbur gets closer to the two. 

Yes, Morris’ mother is quite an alcoholic and the reader ends up raising the kid most of the time. They can’t call CPS because 1) they are paranoid and don’t trust the authorities and 2) are kind of have a criminal record and can’t bring attention to themselves. If CPS was called, morris would end up in foster care. The reader would never be able to adopt him, and because they are.. Flawed, at best (their only redeeming quality being their love for morris tbh), they don’t trust anyone else with him. 

Just Siren getting dragged into and invested in the lives of this one kid with a bad home life and a woman trying her best to improve both of their situations. 

Maybe when he’s close enough to Morris and the reader, he can convince the reader to let the SBI family adopt Morris.  And also take them out on a date in the process because YKNOW THATS what we are here for

GLONK REVEALLLLL

also omg PLEASEEE i can just imagine going to the film students being like

“hey. could i get you guys to help me film something? i can pay”

“hm? sure what is it”

“uh a live feed recording tricking the syndicate into thinking i am a person known as Anonymous.”

“… like. as… as a joke? like fake?”

“no. very real. you in?”

and them just being like. yeah fuck it why not.

also protective siren <3 him seeing a child in need and being reminded of himself when he was younger maybe too, thinking like he needs to make sure this kid is safe, and reader is just like aggressive as fuck because they wont let anyone hurt morris either but siren is just like

“wow. you’re pinning me to the wall. this is kind of hot ngl” and just falling in love bc reader is just So protective and caring and wilbur wants to make sure the kid is taken care of so he (definitely kindly and definitely without threatening) talks sense into his parents to let the SBI adopt the kid which also forces reader to have a reason to go to SBI’s house and siren is just :) :) so pleased abt it

glonk ur ideas are amazing i love them

[little-mouse-gardens]

🌸Rottmnt oc head-cannons🌸

Part 1 : Marcy

So I’m gonna be doing hcs for sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie but I won’t be going in order. This will just be random hcs I have for them as well as their relationships with the turtles.

Right now Im gonna start off with Marcy!

- marcy likes to go thrift shopping for old clothes she can re-vamp, somehow comes home with like a box full of clothes and fabrics. Uses as inspiration for designing new clothes and items in her sketchbook.

- has a space in her room for Donatello to come hang out and relax if he needs a little bit of peace and quiet away from his brothers. Makes sure none of the gadgets he makes over in her room are messed with or damaged.

- her and Donatellos first date took place at an 80s themed pizza restaurant. They gave each other a gift, he made her a upgraded version of a switch and she made him a purple satin jacket with his genius tech trademark and his name on the back.

- one of her favorite snacks is strawberry pop-tarts and mini waffles

- her and Donnie like to learn from one another. They listen to each other info-dump about each others interests and hyper-fixations. The both of them do enjoy and love working together, she may or may not have her own workbench in his lab and a spot in the turtle tank.

- Marcy cannot stand the feeling of cotton balls against her skin. She claims it makes her want to curl up on herself, so she goes out of her way not to to come into too much contact with them.

- marcy and Donnie like to make care packages or get gifts for each other. She personally goes out of her way and buys him a new weighted blanket after he makes her an automatic paint brush cleaner since she told him her hands are cramping.

- Marcy’s theme song would be curses by the crane wives

- Marcy has a pair of glasses Donnie made for her when he confessed to her (he accidentally broke her og ones-he thought the new ones she got were much more durable)

- always has some form of paint splatter or art related mark on her skin even if it seems small

- organizes her art supplies and sewing supplies by color and type.

- has two closets in her room to hold the clothes and items she makes and revamps

- Can’t stand when her pillow is warm. Like it physically makes her angry

- mostly has random art travel supplies and every day items in her messenger bag that she Carrie’s around. (Also an extra pair of glasses just in case they get broken)

- Seasonal allergies are her worst enemy

- good at Digital and traditional art. Loves making stuff into charms, buttons ect. Made matching genius built charms for Donnie and herself

- Enjoys the sights and sounds of thunderstorms until the wind picks up (loud wind? Not the biggest fan)

- takes incredible care of her guppies and goldfish. The koi fish she got has a separate tank from the guppies. Likes to ad natural occurring plants into the tanks and tries to make a self sustaining healthy environment for her fishes.

- Marcy wasn’t diagnosed with autism until she was in elementary school when the girls mother Adrianna, a nurse, was finally able to get a doctor to listen. Is super grateful that her moms understanding and fierce nature, plus she was the first person to teach her how to draw.

- farming and fantasy rpgs are her favorite games

Some hcs for Donnie and Marcy

- Donatello enjoys holding hands with Marcy. Giving them a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the feeling of her hand laced in his. The warmth and softness of them. A silent but affectionate gesture they share with each other.

- Donnie thought she’d be bored by all the rambling about his tech and how it works, but was surprised to see she was actively listening. She remembered a few parts he needed and actually brought them by the next time she and her sisters came over to the lair.

- his favorite thing about Marcy, other than her personality, is the way she smiles. Something about the way the corners of her eyes crinkle and the lopsided sweet smile she can have makes his emotionally unavailable bad boy heart flutter

- always fixing each others goggles and glasses. Both absentmindedly and intentionally. Donnie always keeps a spare on him for just in case hers breaks and she always makes sure to clean his goggles off for him.

- team up against the purple dragons all.the.time, their second date literally was going great and the purple dragons almost ruined it and had to be dealt with

- after several trusting moments, Donnie does allow Marcy to examine his soft shell. She is super careful and constantly asks him if he’s okay or not. Compliments his shell and his mutation, which may or may not have caused him to happy churr and have tail waggles at the same time

- physical contact gets built up over time, but there is no doubt that the both of them are cuddle bugs with each other after they take it slowly. Especially during winter and fall.

- both of them Defiantly pick up on each other when one or the other are having a sensory overload or uncomfortable in a situation. Marcy won’t hesitate to gently pull Donnie to the side somewhere quiet and lend him her noise canceling headphones. Gives him a comfort snack or drink and just tries to be there for him if he needs her.

- the same with Donnie. Keeps a literal notes of what she likes, dislikes ect. What textures, tastes, sights and sounds she is uncomfortable and makes sure to help her avoid them as much as possible.

- hating slimy textures or residue solidarity 🤝

- donnie keeps a bunch of notes and information about Marcy’s likes and dislikes alphabetically

- Marcy is honestly Not afraid to call donnie out for being in the wrong. Even if it’s small. For example in the mystic library, she pointed out the fact that he should have just written the location down. Stating that despite his genius mind, he’s got a bad habit of being a bit too overconfident

- Definitely dance with one another to 80s music. They Work on getting better at dancing all the time.

[arillusionist]

shadow and bone s2e1 reaction - i said i would watch this episode on sunday but i lied. haha

they should've put 6 crows in the sky are they dumb

kaz gave them papers?? when?? he probably did it offscreen i swear i didnt forget the last episode that quickly

ok oh my god by the way. they better have fixed malina in this season too because i'm halfway through siege and storm and i literally want to kill mal hes so fucking annoying and literally SO toxic. i miss the soc relationships they were all so well written

fuck this after i finish the s&b triology im rereading soc

ooh nice map

YAYY WE'RE IN KETTERDAM i hope they have more episodes here this season. aka more than 2

i have a feeling this is where they meet wylan... or nina maybe

"are you saying we have no home" ?? what about the slat

KAZ'S BACKSTORY??

thats how you pronounce inej's last name?? my whole life is a lie wtf

"she does that" aw he sounds so proud

stop this is like that one scene from soc except if he faints inej's voice wont be there to ground him when he wakes up ☹️

omg thats nikolai/sturmhond right

PLEASE KAZ'S SIDE EYE WHEN HE LOOKS AT JESPER

take your damn shoes off

ok they better tell him where shes going because while theyre on the verge of going to prison shes just making out with her boyfriend

i love alina but am i supposed to feel bad for her?? bc i dont

yayy he told him but good thing inej isnt here

Kaz side eye 2.0

theyre revealing the jesper grisha thing already...? interesting

omg novyi zem looks exactly like how i imagined it "these fugitives are wanted for crimes against our country" this isnt your country dawg

i can already tell theyre toyla and tamar

is this ketterdam again is that inej

so they kill heleen ofscreen. and inej has literally no reaction to it.

I am so confused rn didnt kaz buy inej's indenture??

WAIT NO I GET IT STOP IM SO DUMB

"im not leaving you. not now" ☹️☹️☹️☹️

HEARTRENDER NINA PLEASEEEEE 🙏🙏🙏

tf is he waffling about

talking about pekka btw

if theyre doing the whole pekka plot now what did they leave for the spinoff?? ik its probably not happening but they thought it was gonna happen and they wrote the scripts but what even are in those scripts

then again i think they only wrote the scripts for the first book

but what were they planning on putting in it for the second book if they got it 💀

WYLANNNNNN!!!!!

so he already had wylan employed (??) or whatever interesting

NINAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

"funny guns and angry hat" speaking of hats can kaz please stop wearing one it looks so fucking ugly

aww nina talking to inej in suli

MATTHIAS!!!

all the crows in one episode this is crazy

and they've been onscreen for 9 whole minutes?? even crazier

i spoke too soon 💀💀

is this a cult

GENYA!!!!!

i need to stop doing that everytime a character i like shows up

but seriously i just need zoya now and i'll be so happy

is he a fucking cannibal

IS GENYA A CANNIBAL TOO

WESPER MEETING!!!! i wasnt excepting it this episode but yay

ALL THE CROWS IN ONE PLACEE except matthias but ik thats not happening this season

"in truth hes the love of my life" kaz im sure you know so much about that

"he does this" "does he" lmfaooo

omg its the iconic scene i've seen in way too many edits

Inej in the middle i knew she was the main main character 😍😍

ughhhh i thought the episode would end with the crows but ofc not

ok now it ended

[heyyallitssatan]

My boredom is immense, let’s fucking go

Soda cans

Lollipops

Bubblegum

A pleasure to have in class

Styrofoam cups

Grunge?

Headphones

Tv shows

Hot leather

Crab Soccer

Rice porridge

Angry dad rock

Lanyard

Lemon heads

Great Gatsby

The chaotic neutral

A very old pair of Nikes that I have worn holes into and the soles off, 10/10 v comfortable

Cloudy, 75°, 10-12 mph south breeze, between 40-60% humidity, it drizzled last night and everything is slightly damp without being wet so it’s not dusty

One my left side, right leg curled up to my chest, left leg down where my dog props her back legs up on my thigh, one arms under my pillow and the other scratching her head, I will wake up in the middle of the night with me flat on my back because I’m unable to breathe cause she’s on my chest

Sketchbook or notes app

Magic treehouse, I read all of them

Fuck if I know

I sing the pi song at half speed when I’m anxious

Rainbow quartz

I love rock and roll, I was six, I fully blame this moment for both my punk awakening

Swim

Wake up early to make coffee and waffles, then eat and drink on the balcony with my roommates

I love rock and roll, I don’t wanna go to heaven, Randy mcnally, raging on a Sunday, feed the machine

Read a book or watch a show with me and talk about thoughts/theories

Walmart parking lots, boba shops, the back of the library, anywhere at three am, treehouses

Band tees, patch work jeans, knee high pride socks and platform docs

Road work ahead? Uh yeah I sure hope it does, I said whoever threw that paper your moms a hoe, whaddup I’m Jared im 19 and I never learned how to fucking read, I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets, it is Wednesday my dudes

Fuck if I know

JG Wentworth, 877 cash now

00:30

Grumpy cat

Duffel

Mix em together

Lemon cake

We had a bench that we carved the names of every kid that ever died there into, it was half full when I got there, and three quarters full when I left

My mum

Pants pockets

Hoodie

Peach

Fantasy

Boxers

Pepper Jack

Raspberry

Kindness is punk as fuck, be punk as fuck

It was my friends, we were drinking boba and trading gifts on Christmas, I don’t remember what anyone said or even what the gifts were, but I remember we were sharing food and I laughed harder than I had in a long long time, I was in a bad place but for a few hours they made it all so much better

School and finding a better job, dealing with my family, but things are better than they used to be

Courier

Hard

How not to burn myself

Pied piper

Christmas Potluck, my roommates and I for years now always get together on Christmas to share food and gifts

My bad eyesight, chronic joint pain, being queer and nonbinary

I’m flexible, can draw good sometimes, can write good sometimes, can read fast

A raised eyebrow and a sigh of derision

Shounen, bleach or Naruto style, but I don’t want to be a main character, I just wanna be the side character that shows up sometimes as a plot device to help the other characters while also being an ass and calling them idiots

No mourners no funerals

I don’t know, I see pieces of myself in most characters

Don’t threaten me with a good time, raging on a Sunday, American horror show, emperors new groove, verbatim

Cool math games had a choke hold on me

Wrecked my bike when I was younger, the front of both knees are basically all scar tissue now

I like wisteria and sunflowers

This cat head necklace my mum found at a fair once

Artificial grape flavouring, goes for medicine too

Hippos are more closely related to dolphins than any other species

Right

Paisley

Math

Raspberry, lime, vanilla, ginger, and cream soda

Six or seven

Six or seven

Cheesy mashed potatoes or fries with ranch

Aloe

I’ve had both, gas station coffee wins

School ID

Jewel tones

Fireflies

Console

Drawing

Talk radio

Polly pocket

Mythology

Cupcakes

Losing my mind

Writing a book

I don’t know

I got put in an archery club by accident when the school put me in the wrong class couldn’t switch cause all the other classes were too full, five years later and I was competing nationally with my two best friends one of which became my roommate

Fairy lights

Of course

Fall

Spotify

A beautiful sunset at the beach, I’m fucking with you it’s a rotating image of the aroace flag that says “fuck? No” in Burbank condensed

4

Edwardian for fashion, 80’s for music, Twenties for vibes, 60’s for rights, and Han dynasty for fuck yeah

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

RAPID FIRE QUESTIONS GO 🔥🔥🔥 WHAT WAS YOUR DREAM JOB AS A CHILD? DO YOU PREFER WAFFLES OR PANCAKES? WHATS A FUN FACT ABOUT YOU? FAVOURITE MOVIE? DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? AND LASTLY WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WANT TO ACCOMPLISH THIS YEAR?

oh what a treat this is GOD you guys are making me talk about myself and well its kinda therapeutic so thanks

my dream job as a child was to be an astronaut. it still is but i just do not have that kind of motivation nor the mathematical mind to be one. i just hyperfixated on quantum physics and the cosmos on my own time instead and well, i can close my eyes and pretend im floating through dark matter so its cool

man...... i fuckin love pancakes but nothin like a good frozen blueberry eggo popped into the toaster

fun fact about me hmmm....i was trying to think of one then just looked at my typing hands and well here's one: im missing my pinky finger on my right hand. had an accident in the escalator when i was a child and now i have a nub. carrying grocery bags with that hand is hard sometimes

my favorite move of all time is Hedwig And The Angry Inch. i cant start talking about it like i cant even say more than that. just. if you watch it then you'll understand that distant light in the pit of my soul kind of vibes

i have two siblings!!!! one little brother and one little sister. theyre my best friends

something i want to accomplish this year.......fuckin hell. get my drivers license. keep my heart open. get ripped. go somewhere, anywhere. i wanna continue being scared and brave all at once and doing things while being scared and brave all at once, as ive always done. but mostly, keep my heart open, keep it beating wildly. thats a big one

[carewyncromwell]

SFGHB not me saying "Marti" isntead of "Carewyn" im so sorry 2, 3, 9 for Carewyn?

Np, sugar! <3

2. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Coffee all the way for Carewyn! Carewyn is a coffee addict, largely because she's a total workaholic. Her favorite blend is a caramel macchiato, but she will also drink it black. (Which is ironically enough how her estranged uncle Blaise Cromwell drinks his coffee!)

3. What does their safe space look like?

Carewyn's "safe space" as an adult is her office at the Ministry. It's one of the smallest doored offices at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but Carewyn decorated it very comfortably with mint green walls, a flawlessly organized file cabinet, a wheeled office chair behind the desk, an enchanted Muggle waffle iron and coffeemaker from Jacob, a bookshelf full of books and photographs, a framed copy of one of Jacob's Potions articles on the wall, and a skylight charmed to show the London street overhead.

9. What is your character’s trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

Carewyn isn't very easy to get a rise out of (she's more likely to fume silently), but a very good way to get her mad is to target any of her loved ones (especially any of her more "vulnerable" friends, like Chiara, Barnaby, or in earlier years Ben) or to disrespect her personal boundaries. One way Blaise Cromwell frequently irritates Carewyn is by calling her "Winnie," which is the nickname Lane has used for her since she was a baby -- she doesn't think he or any of her mother's family have any right to call her by that nickname, or any nickname at all. She also does not do well being around other people in pain -- her Legilimency potential makes her the ultimate empath, so she feels others' emotional pain very acutely. Just being present for the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts was close to torture for Carewyn.

OC Ask!

[favefandomimagines]

Baby on Board (e.b)

Summary: you find out your pregnant with Buck’s baby and have no idea how to tell him or how he will react.

AN: IM BAAAAACK (one time thing) you can thank 911 for that because we all know i have a soft spot for Evan Buckley

It felt like the world became one big blur. Everything around you seemingly fell out of focus as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. A mixture of fear, nerves and excitement settled into your stomach.

In any other instant, you’d be ecstatic. If you were following your life plan correctly, you’d be married and have a steady job before getting pregnant.

But you weren’t following your life plan at all. You were in a steady relationship for a few years but you didn’t know if marriage was in the cards yet. You didn’t know how Buck felt about marriage. You definitely didn’t know how he was going to feel about a baby. How were you supposed to tell him?

You thought a baby would for sure ruin whatever plans Buck had. You were terrified of his reaction. You loved Buck more than anything and of course you wanted a family with him. But was it too soon?

In a wave of panic, you grabbed your purse and your keys and left the apartment. You had no idea where to go at first, all of your friends were Buck’s friends.

Eddie was always nice to you and you were closer to him than anyone else. You had hoped he wouldn’t be angry or upset that you were putting him in this situation but you needed advice.

The only reason you knew Eddie was home was because him and Buck were on alternating schedules. Eddie worked overnight and Buck worked during the day.

When Eddie opened the door, he was surprised to see you standing on his porch with tears in your eyes. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Eddie asked, grabbing hold of your hand entry and brought you inside.

“I need your help, actually. Well, more like advice.” You spoke. “What’s going on?” Eddie questioned. “I’m pregnant. Obviously it’s Buck’s but how am I supposed to tell him? We haven’t talked about kids yet, hell we haven’t even talked about marriage that much. I just, I don’t know what to do.” You explained, the tears falling.

Eddie took you in his arms and hugged you tightly, mainly just to calm you down. “First, take some breaths. You’re going to be okay. Second, I think Buck is going to be ecstatic.” He said. “But what if-“ you started before Eddie cut you off. “No buts. Sure it’s not the most conventional way to have a baby, but I hear how Buck talks about you. He talks about like you’re the center of the universe. Technically, you are, at least to him,” Eddie started.

“Buck loves you. There is nothing that would make him not love you. And he was born to be a dad and you’re going to give him that.” He finished. You sniffled and wiped the tears from your face.

“What if you’re wrong?” You whispered. “Hey, you came here for a reason. You know I’m not wrong.” He said. “How did Shannon tell you? If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked. “She knew I was enlisting. So she just said it, didn’t want to wait any longer. Especially if I didn’t make it home.” He answered.

You nodded your head slightly and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m scared.” You said. “You are one of the strongest people I know. You can do this.” Eddie said.

You thanked him again, very grateful you went to him other than someone else. Now all you had to do was wait.

—

Buck was due to be home any minute and you just finished making him his favorite breakfast; waffles, bacon, eggs sunny side up. He’d know something was up because the last time you made him that breakfast was when you told him you loved him for the first time.

“Honey, I’m home.” He teased, entering the home. “Hey, how was your shift?” You asked. “Good, just run of the mill stuff. What’s with the breakfast?” Buck asked.

You were quiet for a moment, that being enough for Buck to see something was up. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” He asked, approaching you. “I need to tell you something. Something really important.” You said.

“Okay. You’re kind of freaking me out though.” Buck replied with a small laugh.

“I’m pregnant, Buck.” You finally said. At first, the room was quiet and you feared the worst. 

The voice in the back of your head said he was going to run out the door and you’ll never see him again. 

“You’re pregnant?” He questioned. “I’m sorry.” You said. “No, no, why are you sorry? Don’t be sorry, not for this.” Buck said. You looked up at him and saw the way his eyes lit up and the smile on his face. “You aren’t mad?” You questioned. 

“Of course I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.” Buck said, taking your hand. “I-I know this isn’t the best way for us to start a family but-“ You started. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He interrupted, pulling you into an embrace.

Buck held you for a moment, feeling like everything was falling into place for him. For so long he felt like he was at a standstill. That there was no real progress happening in his life.

But now, he was going to be a dad.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He said sweetly to you. “I love you too.” You replied. Buck leaned in and kissed you sweetly before pulling you into his arms.

“Does anyone else know?” Buck asked. “I-I panicked when I found out and I didn’t know how you’d react so I went to Eddie. So only him.” You said.

Buck smiled widely at you, holding you close. “We’re having a baby.” He said. “Yeah, we’re having a baby.” You replied.

The rest of the night, all Buck could talk about was baby names, if it was going to be a boy or a girl, buying a house. Everything was all falling into place for the both of you.

[nellieuno]

i didnt finish this little comic but im gonna go ahead and post it bc of that anon i just posted ^^ ill add some more details under the cut. i just love dcfdtl/kuki/wally love triangle

basically the idea is like, theres a dance at their school and kuki’s waiting all week for wally to ask her to go with him, but he keeps avoiding her (because hes nervous). then one day the dcfdtl ask her if she has a date to the dance and shes like “>:( dont rub it in” and theyre like “no no uh. would you like to go. with us”

and kukis like ??? but she looks at wally down the hallway who is listening SO intently and also looking like hes about to turn to sand. and shes like “ACTUALLY i would LOVE to”

so kuki is going to the dance with the dcfdtl and she spends the entire time kind of expecting them to start doing something evil, but theyre just. being a Perfectly Fine date. hoagie, abby, and wally are watching them closely and wally is just GRINDING his teeth because hes so angry about it (lizzie drags nigel off because he promised he’d spend time with her at the dance)

kuki and wally are mad at each other and they really don’t want to be, but kuki’s mad because he avoided her all week and wally’s mad because she went to the dance with the DELIGHTFUL CHILDREN of all people (he will not think about how he’d be just as angry if she went with anyone else)

kuki ends up going outside and breaking down and the dc comfort her. i wrote a little script that i never drew out so ill just put it here

Kuki: ...You guys... Really don't have any evil plans tonight, do you? DCFDTL: ...You Thought We Did? Kuki: I don't know. I kept-- I kept thinking that you'd do something, and the world would just... Prove I was wrong and Numbuh 4 was right.  DCFDTL: ...Well... I Don't Think You're Overreacting... Kuki: ...So you guys actually wanted to go to the dance with me... DCFDTL: ... [blushing] Kuki: ...I've been a jerk all night. I'm sorry. DCFDTL: No You Haven't! We-- We Had Fun. Kuki: ...Well, you know... The night's not over. [takes Ashley's arm] How about we go get waffles? DCFDTL: :] I Think That Would Be Nice! Kuki: :] [kisses Ashley's cheek, pauses for a moment, then kisses the rest of their cheeks] DCFDTL: [cup their faces shyly, blushing]

Kuki: I'll go get Numbuh 4, you wait here! DCFDTL: Okay.  Abby: [walks in, tosses some kind of deactivated bomb in front of them] ...So. No evil plans, huh? DCFDTL: ...We Don't Know What You're Talking About. Hoagie: [standing behind Abby, arms crossed] You had the remote in your clutch the whole night. You could've set it off at any time. [smirks] But you didn't. DCFDTL: [blush and cross their arms] Abby: Hey, don't worry-- we won't say nothing. Your plan just was faulty, right? Hoagie: Yeah. It had nothing to do with Numbuh 3, just a plan too full of holes to go through. DCFDTL: ...That's Right. Abby: Well, [picks up the bomb] enjoy your waffles. And treat her right, or you'll have to deal with more than Numbuh 4.

[twice-inamillion]

An upset Dahyun

Part 141 (TIS)

All the members are tired from work and Dahyun is resting in her room. Sana took Ari with her like usual and you decide to take care of Hina for the night. You carry Hina to your room and place her on the bed. You give her a bath, change her and put her to sleep. Once she is resting you take a shower, which allows you to think back on your mistake.

“I shouldn’t of have brought up her parents to Dahyun. Man I’m so dumb, I should of kept it to myself.” You want to keep her as comfortable as possible but this mistake is a step back. “Maybe I should make her some breakfast tomorrow. Hopefully she can forgive me.” You get out of the shower, get ready and go to sleep.

You wake up early to make Dahyun her breakfast. Early since the rest of the members are going to work. You make her chocolate chip waffles, chocolate shake, and chocolate covered strawberries. You cover it up so it stays at a good temperature and take it to her room. You knock but no answer, you decide to go in and she is still sleeping. You place the food on the small table and head out.

The day goes by as usual, you with the three kids in the living room. The only difference is no Dahyun, not until past noon. When she does come out she does play with the girls but doesn’t talk to you. She’ll do what you ask but wouldn’t respond to your comments. “Can you talk to me dahyun?” Nothing but silence from dahyun’s part. This continues throughout the day.

A couple of hours pass and you decide to give her some space. You will interact but with no communication. It isn’t until the girls text you that they are leaving the company that you try again. You wake up to Dahyun as she is stilling on the couch and you get on your knees. “Im really sorry Dahyun. Im sorry that I brought up an unpleasant topic that made you uncomfortable. I won’t do it again. I don’t want you to get stressed and affect the baby in any way. Please, can you forgive me” as you hold her hands.

Dahyun looks at your puppy eyes and can’t seem to stay angry at you. “Okay, I’ll forgive you but don’t bring up the topic again.” “Okay, I won’t, I promise” you say with a smile. You stand up and proceed to give her a kiss on the forehead. She says “what are you doing, you want to act all lovey dovey right after I forgive you? You have some nerve y/n” as she proceeds to hit you. You laugh and say “I’m sorry Dahyun, you’re just so cute and it makes me want to kiss you.”

Right at that moment you hear the sound of keys, and the door opens. All the other members come through the door and place their things on the floor and head to the kitchen. “Ohh the side dishes look good” says nayeon. “Where’s the meat? It’s Friday and how is there no meat” shouts momo. Jihyo walks to the fridge and takes a pack of beers “does anyone want some beers?” “Jihyo unnie, I’ll have one” says Chaeyoung. “Me too”says the rest of the girls.

Dahyun and you look at each other and begin to laugh. “It’s going to get lively in here tonight”says Dahyun. “Yes, it is. I got to get prepare the meat before that get mad” you say. “Okay, I’ll watch the girls” replies Dahyun. As you walk to the kitchen you walk to the fridge and take out the marinaded meats and begin to cook them. The girls gather around the dining table and a have their drinks. Tzuyu having Jisoo on her lap, while Jisoo smacking on the table.

All the girls laughing as Dahyun watches. “See, your daddy isn’t so bad. He might be stubborn at times but he’s a good father. Taking care of your siblings but the rest of the members too” as she talks to her unborn child and rubbing her belly. She keeps on rubbing and suddenly she feels a kick on her side, which puts a smile on her face.

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[iheardarumorthings]

Hi! I loved how you wrote my request! and i have an angsty kaz fic!

So normally in a lot of fics, when Kaz loves y/n, Inej is all excited and everything, but what if Inej is also in love with Kaz, and she tells reader? but reader doesn't know how to respond because she's secretly dating him?

again im so sorry if this is confusing, hope you have an amazing day/night!!<3

I really hope this is ok. I don't know what I just did, but I hope that this doesn't totally destroy your faith in me. Thank you so much for the kind words <33

Warnings: i don't think that there's any.

Masterlist

ALL YOURS

“I’m in love with Kaz Brekker, (Y/N),” Inej said, tears nearly falling out of her eyes. “I’m in love with him and I have no idea what to do.”

You froze; everything froze, really. Your heartbeats, your brain, your body. But you couldn’t tell her. You couldn’t tell her that he was yours, not hers.

Inej was too selfless.

But, you had seen the two together, you’d seen them work together. They’d be brilliant as a couple.

What about you two, though?

You wrapped an arm around Inej’s small frame, telling her that it would be alright. It would be fine in the end.

But, again, what about you two?

~*~

Inej hadn’t anticipated this. She expected anger.

Some malicious, selfish part deep inside of her core burned at that. She wanted you to be angry. You should be angry at her. She probably just tore you apart from the inside.

But she had to let it out.

She had to let you be aware of her feelings toward your boyfriend, you had every right to know. Because he was yours. Not hers. Well, in the confines of her mind he was hers.

But even then, he would look at you like the sun looks at the moon every eclipse. With nothing but love, sorrow, and longing in his eyes. He’d want you even then. Even then he, in his own mind, would be yours.

All yours.

The monster roared again. She continued to sob in your arms, her best friend’s arms.

~*~

You two had shared a room since you had gotten together. You had separate beds, but even then, the beds were close. No touching, but incredibly close proximity. No one but you two knew. You had your own room at the Slat, and no one was allowed in his.

It was comforting up until three hours ago when Inej had told you her innermost feelings.

What about you two?

There was nothing that made you… brilliant. You just loved one another. Protected one another. Fought for one another.

But you two fought for everyone else as well. The only things that were different is that this was in another connotation.

He loved you, right?

He’d be perfect for Inej. But he loved you, right?

~*~

Kaz knew something was off the minute he entered the room. He could see your shoulders were slumped, your gaze was shifty, going from the ceiling to the book, to the wall, and to the book once more.

“Hello, (Y/N), darling,” he said, approaching your bed, sitting down next to you.

You brought your eyes up to his, cracking a smile. “Hello, Kaz.”

It was bull. He could smell bull from the hallway, but he continued his normal routine. He wouldn’t pry, but he’d kill anyone who shot so much as a side-eye toward you. “How was your day?”

“It was good. Busy, but good.”

So you were going to play those cards. “Hm,” he hummed, “What did you do?”

“Oh, nothing. I read, talked to Inej, ate waffles with Nina this morning.”

It was either the book or the waffles that upset you, he decided.

“What’s going on in the book, dear?”

“Oh, they got together. Living a happy life now, I guess.”

It was the waffles or (saints forbid) Inej then.

“Were the waffles to your satisfaction?”

“What do you mean? Waffles are always to my satisfaction-”

“What did Inej say to you?”

“Nothing, she was just sad.”

“Why was she sad? (Y/N), I know you're upset. Quit trying to avoid this.”

“Did you know that Inej is in love with you, Kaz?”

“No,” he said, half lying. But that didn’t matter. All feeling for Inej was gone.

He loved you.

He loved you.

He loved Inej. He loved Inej.

Inej.

But he loved you too.

The question is whether he should tell you.

The question was whether he could be all yours while knowing Inej loved him.

The question was whether he loved you enough to fall out of love with Inej.