#orange label project

[moosegbt]

Happy one year anniversary to my Over the Garden Wall VHS tape project!

I made it in both orange and black. I like black more, but orange really feels more in the spirit of the season. I used the shell from a VHS copy of the Rugrats movie.

I made the box art using various screenshots from the show, as well as some promo art. The description was taken from the DVD release, and the description title “will you take a peek?” was the tagline during the promotion of the show.

The back also has a fun little easter egg: the barcode is for candy corn!

What’s more is the tape has a special cut of the series that I made myself. I cropped every single scene in every single episode to make sure it naturally fit in a 4:3 aspect ratio, and I edited the episodes together to flow as if it were one movie (the pacing is a little like Babe). Additionally, I added trailers for movies that give me the same nostalgic vibes (The Last Unicorn, Princess Mononoke, Steven Universe: The Movie, and The Iron Giant). I also added the Warner Brothers and Cartoon Network title cards.

I printed this cut into the tape by integrating a VCR into my PC setup. If you want to see more about this project, I have a few videos about it on my TikTok @MooseGBT, or you can check out the main one right here!

The video has an earlier version of the tape, which is why the actual tape doesn’t have a real label (it’s kind of just a piece of paper slapped on upside down with tape). The content on the tape, however, is the same.

This was a really fun project, and I’ve already started working on a VHS cut of Scott Pilgrim vs The World, Steven Universe: The Movie, the Star Wars Sequel trilogy (I have 1-6 on VHS, and I also want 7-9), and the other Star Wars movies (the Christmas Special, the Clone Wars, Solo, Kenobi, and Rogue One). I also have plans to begin editing and printing the FNAF movie, the spiderverse trilogy (once ATSV pt 2 comes out), and Don’t Hug me I’m Scared.

[kithtaehyung]

minted (m) (snippet) | myg

title: minted (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street cart vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; haegeum au , gang au summary: all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous. note: again, this wasn't on the docket for 2024 until i saw one (1) mint yoongi edit on my pinterest feed💀 anyways, this is dedicated to hali @sailoryooons for ur belated bday, nary @joonary for being a cutie pie and letting me adopt the tangerine cart girl idea in general, and luce @minttangerines for ur url and for being a wonderful friend. love you all! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, murder, gang activity, poor reader is just trying to get through the day, mint!yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, knife held to the throat, tension, reader suffers from “my cabbages” levels of disaster, orange!jimin, fight scenes, both versions of yoongi have their own red warning labels smut warnings: to be dropped on drop day but lmfaoooo est. drop date: july 2024! teaser word count: 486 total word count: projecting 15-20k✌️

With a head full of thoughts, you stare into nothing, stirring your noodles and waiting for the heat to die down. 

Maybe you should’ve just walked a shorter distance and checked the shops you originally wanted to browse. If things went to plan, you could’ve been back home by now, freshly showered and curling up on your worn bed. 

But instead, your feet are sore, your head is anything but washed, and you have to trek home empty-handed—on the first day off you’ve had in months. 

Defeated, you sigh, going back to your bowl and watching diced vegetables swirl in aromatic broth. 

At least the food in this area seems good. And the fading decor really adds to the… 

Ambiance. 

Wait. 

You can’t pull your eyes away from the group walking in, bringing heat from the sweltering sun on their clothes and in their eyes. 

But you can only kid yourself for so long because the one that has your gaze tethered is the man in front. The one you haven’t seen in weeks. The one looking right back at you with a visage so shadowed you feel like moving tables to let him pass. 

…Yoongi? 

As he gets closer, you swallow hard, not expecting to see him and having no earthly idea what to do. 

But from the slight confusion pinching his forehead, he didn’t expect to see you, either. Which makes it even weirder when he slowly takes your chopsticks right from your fingers. 

Hold on, what—

“What are you—”

A lone, long digit over lips is the only response you get, silencing you immediately before you whip your head around to watch him rush past. 

All of them waste no time rushing up the stairs, a myriad of blues blending in with gritty paint and smoke. 

And just like that, your reunion is over. 

Home. You need to go home. Leave, leave, leave, because something is bound to be going down upstai—

A thud faintly shoots out into the staircase, and you spin around again in your chair, eyes snapping to the ceiling. 

Shit. 

Even though you’re on high alert, you realize with a quick sweep that no one else is noticing. Or moving. Or even paying attention to anything else but their own company. 

Does no one else care about the commotion? Do hits happen in this area that often? 

Mind running, you can’t decide what to do. Because even though Yoongi’s guys have plenty of weapons, he clearly had nothing since he needed to borrow your damn eating utensils.

Another crash rains dust on conversations around your shoulders, causing you to look up one last time. 

Go home, go home, go home. In what universe would Yoongi himself ever need your help here?

With one more look at your noodles, you curl your lips before biting a side. 

Already yelling at yourself for choosing to book it towards the back staircase.

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What if I said 10 & 20 as portal duo thanks so much

dialogue prompts

10. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you.”

+ 20. “Get away! You’re hurting them!”

for my beloved meeks

x

They weren’t supposed to be here. It’s stupid, but it’s the first thing that springs to Mikey’s mind. 

Leo had only recently graduated with honors from those initial grueling physical therapy sessions that usually ended in tears (not always Leo’s) to daily exercises that got easier and easier until he was breezing through them the way he used to breeze through everything. 

If he went farther than two steps away from his arm crutches Donnie appeared out of thin air looking ready to breathe fire at him, and Raph was in the habit now of holding Leo out at arm’s length immediately after every hug in the manner of scruffing an unruly kitten to double-check he was wearing his leg brace and compression sleeve, and Mikey had learned the hard way what everyone meant when they said medics make the absolute worst patients. 

But for the most part Leo was doing really good! He was hitting all his marks and only driving everyone a tiny bit insane—well within the allotted Leo amount! 

So when he had smiled that crooked, conspiring smile at Mikey the minute the coast was clear and said, “There’s no better strengthening exercise then sneaking out with my favorite little brother for a past-due victory smoothie,” what was Mikey supposed to tell him? No??

It did occur to him, a tiny little guilty whisper. Leo was healing. He’d been so badly hurt. Even Splinter, who spoiled Leonardo rotten, hadn’t given into the slider’s constant pleas to rush the recovery process along. They were going by the book. Literally, since Donatello had stepped up as team medic in the interim. Don and Raph and April and even Casey were all very good at not bending an inch no matter how many tragic looks got sent their way. Mikey wasn’t very good at that at all. 

And anyway, joy had drowned out that whisper with a shout. He lit up with it, that newly-discovered supernova inside him curling up like a happy cat in a patch of sunshine. There’s a very big part of him that will always be what it’s always been, no matter how old he gets, or how powerful his mystic arts become—he’ll always be Michelangelo, and Michelangelo will follow Leonardo absolutely anywhere. 

So he said, “I’ll get my hoodie!” and darted out the door with zero ninja stealth, clipping his shoulder on the frame and almost crashing into the table in the hall. Leo laughed behind him, and the unrestrained sound made Mikey feel like he could float. Maybe he actually did for a second or two. 

He’ll never forget those horrible minutes after the portal closed, after Leo’s comms went dead, when he had wondered if he would ever hear his brother’s voice again. When he wondered what, exactly, his last words to Leo had been—they almost certainly weren’t I love you or please don’t leave so they didn’t count. 

To make up for it, he wanted to tell Leo everything every chance he got. He wanted to make him laugh all the time. He wanted to crowd into the little twin-size infirmary bed to watch movies or do art projects that got glitter everywhere. He wanted to sneak out for smoothies even though it would get them in big trouble, because that was literally why he helped save the world in the first place. 

And now he’s standing in a dim sidestreet, an orange streetlight buzzing dully above him, two smoothies melting in his hands. It’s their usual shortcut home, through a bunch of foreclosed apartment buildings and a dead end road. Leonardo is in front of him, shoulders stiff, ninpo humming weakly beneath his skin like a tired little beetle that shouldn’t be up from hibernation just yet. 

Across the road are half a dozen humans in what looks like riot gear labeled TCRI and a man in a black suit. The man somehow looks more dangerous than the people in police armor. 

“Leo,” Mikey says in a small voice. His brother doesn’t answer, but he does shift his weight to put Mikey more firmly behind him, which is answer enough. 

And Mikey thinks, We weren’t supposed to be here. No one knows where we are. 

The man in the suit starts talking into the bulky earpiece he’s wearing, but Mikey can’t make out what he’s saying over the buzzing of the streetlamp and the pounding of his own heart in his ears. All he hears is Leonardo murmur, “Mikey, go.”

“No,” Mikey’s mouth says automatically. It doesn’t even need any input from his brain to say it. Because no. 

“Mike,” Leo says, in his best leader voice. But his tone is urgent in a way that borders on being scared so closely it must mean he’s actually terrified, or he would never have let Mikey hear even a hint of it. “I’d go with you if I could. I’m sorry I can’t.” 

His hands tighten on his crutches. He can’t run. He’s still healing. He should be at home, doing his exercises with those little pink dumbbells in the warmth and safety of the lair, complaining the whole time in between tossing out ideas for dinner. 

Mikey should have said no to sneaking out the way Donnie and Raphie would have instantly said no. He should be better at taking care of Leo the way he needs to be taken care of, the way everyone else does so easily. 

The armored people start to shift to the side, moving around Mikey and Leo in a wide formation, hands on the guns holstered at their waists. Containing them. The man in the suit is still talking, face inscrutable behind the tinted glasses he’s wearing, but his face hasn’t twitched away from their direction even once. 

“Hey,” Leo says, bringing Mikey’s attention back. “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

He’s smiling over his shoulder like it’s any other back-alley brawl with the mutant of the week or a handful of those Foot soldiers who never know when to quit, and not a horrible high-stakes situation in which Mikey stands to lose one of the most important things in the entire world if he makes the wrong move. 

“Just get home and get the guys, okay? Then come right back for me. You can outrun these goons without breaking a sweat. You can do anything.”

Mikey drops the smoothies and the cold wet soaks through one of his sneakers instantly but he needs his hands free so he can clutch the back of Leo’s stupid hoodie. He needs to hold on tight and make sure whoever tries to take his brother away knows exactly what kind of knock-down drag-out fight they’re in for. 

“I don’t care,” Mikey says, too loud in the stillness. “I’m not leaving you.”

He wishes he were a snapper like Raphie. If he was big and strong and had a shell that was as good as bulletproof armor, he’d scoop Leonardo up and shield him from the guns and run them both away. 

If he was a genius like Donnie, he’d have one or a dozen gadgets on his person that would have saved them. 

But he’s just Mikey, who isn’t big and strong, who isn’t a genius, who isn’t one of the people Leonardo is willing to step down and be weak in front of and depend on. Just Mikey, who Leo saved all his best jokes for during painful rehab, like it mattered to him that Mikey didn’t see him struggle. Just Mikey, who Leo always lifts both arms for the second he sees him coming and squishes into the world’s best hug, even if he’s pissed off at everybody else. Just Mikey, who Leo wants to get better for, be the best for, be one of the constant things on this planet Mikey never needs to doubt, like gravity and sunrise and overpriced street food. 

Because there’s a very big part of him that will always be what it’s always been, no matter how mature he gets, or how accomplished a ninja master he becomes—he’ll always be Leonardo, and Leonardo would do anything to make sure Michelangelo keeps smiling. 

Leo is also very stupid, because he doesn’t seem to understand that Mikey will never smile again if his big brother goes away. 

When the TCRI agents explode forward at some signal Mikey missed, and grab the brothers and drag them apart, Leo stumbles and falls when his crutches are wrenched away. He’d probably be making a smart-ass comment if his jaw wasn’t clenched, the sudden fall probably radiating pain all the way up his spine, distress making his gold eyes burn neon yellow. 

Like a flip was switched, all the panic inside of Mikey evaporates into a red-tinged mist. 

The supernova inside him sleeps most of the time, because he’s not big enough to contain its multitudes yet, and it doesn’t want to cause pain. It only wants to shine light in dark places, it only wants to help. But it wakes up with a fury and fills every inch of him to the brim and the overflow spills right out of him, lifts him right off the ground, makes his voice a resounding thunderclap when he yells, “GET AWAY! You’re hurting him!” 

Staggering back and shouting in alarm, the agents begin firing, because humans in a panic are trigger-happy creatures, even well-trained ones like these guys must be. Every round fired disintegrates the second it meets the glow pouring out of Mikey, disappearing before it can do harm. 

“Holy shit,” Leo says, eyes wide. It’s the way Mikey imagines he probably looked at Leo, when everyone else feared Raphael was a lost cause but Leo put his hand on Mikey’s shoulder and told him, I’m not giving up on him. I’m not leaving him behind. A sailor lost in a storm and their first glimpse of the lighthouse in the dark, close enough to save them.

“Hold your fire!” the man in the black suit barks suddenly, his voice viciously angry. “I did not clear any of you to fire!” 

Mikey doesn’t care who the scary Men In Black guy is, or what reason he has for tracking Mikey and his brother down, or why he’s calling the dogs off now. He cares about helping Leo get back on his feet, scooping the crutches up off the ground and getting Leo’s arms in them, and staring right into Agent Sunglasses’s stupid face while the supernova burns and burns and burns inside him. 

Try it, he doesn’t say. Just try it. If the Krang couldn’t take my brother from me, what hope do you think you have?

He feels Leo’s arm slip around his, locking them together at the elbow. Leo’s ninpo, a soft breeze instead of the playful gale it’s supposed to be, weaves through Mikey’s own to lead it. 

‘Like this,’ the wind tells the sunburst, guiding it through the process it wants it to take the same way bigger hands used to guide a smaller Mikey through katas, readjusting his arms and poking him playfully on the beak when he scrunched it in frustration. The golden portal that opens beneath their feet costs him nothing, appearing as effortlessly as Leo’s spinning blue ones always do. 

The agent’s face goes slack with shock the second before the turtles disappear. 

They land on the sofa with enough force that it almost collapses, and Leo makes a pained noise, hands pressed to his plastron like he’s trying to contain a full-body ache with sheer willpower. Mikey scrambles off of him and falls off the sofa for his trouble. His clothes are prickly, like he’s covered in static electricity. A magazine left on the coffee table begins to move, pages flipping as if in a breeze. One of the beanbag chairs lifts up slightly, like gravity has gotten lighter in that specific spot. 

He feels too big for himself. There are multitudes inside him, a million different things that are all true at the same time. He’s still so angry, and he’s still so afraid, and he’s still just Mikey, who couldn’t be what Leo needed him to be until the last possible second. 

Just Mikey, who Leo saves his best smile for. Just Mikey, who Leo hugs like it’s the easiest thing in the world to bring another person that close and trust them right next to his heart. 

“You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Leo says, like it’s another truth Mikey can keep for as long as he wants. Forever, even.

There will be hell to pay when their brothers get home. There’s a brand-new danger their family needs to be made aware of. Leo tried to leave him behind again and it reopened a wound that was still raw and healing.

But for now that wild star in his heart doesn’t need to burn so bright. It can put all the furniture that began to float back down and go back to sleep. And Mikey can press his face into the cracked print of Leo’s favorite Chappell Roan hoodie and say, “Hope you enjoyed your last taste of freedom for the next hundred years.”

Leo laughs, but doesn’t let go of Mikey right away. He clings extra hard for an extra long minute.

He would have left, Mikey realizes, but he didn’t want to go. When he was alone on the Technodrome, staring down a monster and a portal and the truth of how to save everyone, he didn’t want to go. If there was any other choice, he would have taken it. He would have come home. 

Mikey isn’t Leo, who will do what he has to do no matter what it costs himself. Mikey isn't Raph or Donnie. Mikey is and always has been the spoiled baby of the family, who will do exactly what he wants to do and damn the consequences. He’ll tear a thousand holes open in the universe if that’s what it takes to keep his family together, and if the Hamato ancestors don’t like it then they can come and take their ninpo back. 

They can try, anyway. 

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, est. relationship au, hurt/comfort, minor fluff but more angst?, a bit of silliness, mentions of work pressures, neck kisses, intimacy, mentions of playful biting, pretty much not beta'd or proofread (past my bedtime; written in an hour)

a/n: @kimsohn saw some of the goofiness first <3 ily (*breathes in deeply* idk what im doing guys. anyways, this belongs in the category labeled "i get yappy and sappy when im existentially exhausted")

In the dark, the clock on top of the oven screamed “3:22AM” in angry, red light. You stumbled past it, vision blurry and footsteps as quiet as you could make them against the hardwood. Your bones ached to the marrow and you could feel the blood throbbing violently in your skull; you could not sleep.

It had been three hours of tossing and turning before you completely gave up and slipped out into the kitchen. Usually, it wasn't too difficult for you to fall asleep, but alas, there would always be exceptions.

You managed to find the opened bag of tangerines on the kitchen counter, the orange, wiry mesh already torn from the last person who'd grabbed one to snack on. As your eyes grew accustomed to the dark, you dug your nail into its skin and began to peel it open.

Through your daze, you just barely registered the sound of the bedroom door opening—footsteps followed after and came closer; they weren't trying to stay quiet like you were, as there wasn't any reason to anymore. Hands patted you down from your shoulders to your arms until they could settle comfortably around your waist; his body slid flush against your back like a puzzle piece, still warm from being in bed. Hair tickled the underside of your jaw as he nestled his chin into the crook of your shoulder, the ghost of his breath fanning across your skin like a caress, relieved.

“Did I wake you?” You murmured, forcing yourself awake a little as you felt him lean more of his weight against you.

A low hum. “Bed got cold.”

The corners of your mouth tilted upward as you stuck a piece of fruit into your mouth—it was summer; the bed couldn't have been cold. Juice spilled over your tongue in a comfortingly sweet tang, and you went for another. “Sorry, love. Do you want some?” You asked, holding onto a piece of tangerine.

“Mm-mm,” Changmin hummed, shaking his head with a slight movement. You felt his arms give your body a squeeze. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice small.

You shoveled the remainder of the tangerine half into your mouth, hands reaching for another one to keep yourself busy as you chewed, then swallowed. “Tired.”

“Is it the thing?”

Just the thought of the thing—the project you were given charge of at work—made you wish the ground would swallow you up. Your hands stilled on the orange.

The project was the first you were given a manager role for, as they thought it appropriate because you came up with the idea, but it seemed to only be an excuse to overload you with every Herculean task they could think of. You were practically chained to your cubicle desk until day's end, only leaving to go to the bathroom and attend another god forsaken meeting. Where home was supposed to be for rest, you were often slumped over the dining table, stressing yourself silver.

The thought of Monday… no, you couldn't think of Monday. You'd gone so long working on this thing—how could they make you loathe an idea that you proposed?

At your lack of an answer, there came a small breath against your neck. His thumb gently rubbed your side back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide. “I'm sorry, baby. I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm proud of you.”

“It does mean something,” you countered quietly, and moved one of your hands to place it over his that rested over your stomach. “I'm just—I hate it here sometimes.”

The two of you seemed to sigh at once, your chests raising up then deflating in tandem. It made the knots in your shoulders loosen for just a moment, and you could release some of the strain keeping you tight and awake.

“One more,” he coaxed lowly. “In—”

You both slowly pulled air up through your nose to fill the caverns in your chests.

“—Out.”

As all things came and went, so too did this breath.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing something sweet against your throat.

You were too tired to cry, but you might have just then. Sometimes it was just a project, but other times it was everything to you. It was born from your two hands, your brains, your back, your bones. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears had seeped into every proposal and presentation, but you could never tell if it was enough. Would it ever be enough?

Changmin's head shifted as you snuck another piece of orange past your lips. “Remember,” he said, “when we were in college, and I let you text girls on my Hinge?”

Your mouth sweetened into a smile at the memory. “It was only because I let you text the guy who'd given me his number.”

“He was so lame—he clearly just wanted you to go see that new Stephen King movie so he could hold your hand.” You could feel him roll his eyes in the dark, though his voice remained syrupy with sleep.

You held back a snort. “That's the point, hon. If I remember correctly, the pick-up lines I used on those girls actually worked.”

“Crazy.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You chewed on the next piece of fruit, swallowing it down before speaking again. “At least one of us has game.”

You felt the light pressure of his teeth against your shoulder, and you let out a surprised laugh. You didn't jerk away though—awfully used to your partner's strange language of affection—but you did push back against his forehead in lighthearted reprimand. “We talked about the biting.”

“Yeah, and you said you liked it.”

It was a good thing you didn't have fruit in your mouth. You warmed the slice of orange in your palm as you let the heat leave your cheeks and your neck. He could undoubtedly feel how flushed you were, and he seemed to preen at it.

“Gotcha,” he said smugly, and the smile on his lips molded against your skin as he left a kiss behind your ear. He nuzzled his nose there, too, fingers dancing along your side.

“I love you,” he said next. These words were quiet again. “I hate seeing you like this.”

You knew he meant the state he found you in—hunched over in the dark, eyes glazed over, and dread thrashing in your ears to fill the silence. The laughter that lit up your face just now had been his doing, his attempt at easing all of that burden.

You laid your head against his. “I love you, too.” You hated feeling this way, but some things had to be done. You had to see this one through, and you would.

“Don't run yourself ragged for this,” he said, as if reading your mind. “Can't let you lose yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickled, your vision going blurry again. Your chewing slowed and you finished the last of the orange in your hands to clear the way for him to grab your fingers to intertwine them with his. He rocked your bodies slowly, dreamily—he was the gentle swaying of the waves beneath the raft you laid upon—and he was keeping you above water.

“Senior year of high school—” a miniscule break in his own voice, “—when college decisions came out… you didn't speak for so long, didn't eat. It was so quiet, and I—I didn't know how to help you.” Back then, the two of you were only labeled as best friends; you still hadn't decided if what you had back then was what you had now, but it was love in some form of the word and feeling. You supposed in every phase of knowing Ji Changmin, what you felt for him was love. “Can I help you now, please? How can I help you?”

You sucked in a breath and it came out trembling. “I'm just tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Just—that’s all. Just be here with me.”

You could feel his slight nod that turned into a tuck into your shoulder. Your pulse fluttered beneath the brush of his lips, his hands tightening around you. (I'm not going anywhere, not without you.)

In a night quickly dissolving into daylight, he held you and held you and held you.

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[externalmemorycomic]

Image description: A black and white illustration, designed to look like a book cover. On a decorative ribbon, the title at the top reads “External Memory”. A scroll work border of leaves and flowers divides the illustration into three rounded panels. The largest panel is in the center and shows a caravan surrounded by greenery, puddles and potted plants. The two smaller panels beneath it show a cartoon cat and mouse respectively, facing each other. At the bottom is another decorative ribbon with the text “a diary comic by My Murphy”. After the cover follows an 8 page comic. The style is cartoonish and the colours are soft pastels. Page one: An orange cat waves and says “Hello! I’m My.” The cat holds up a white mouse and says “This is Mouse, my girlfriend.” Caption: My name is actually My, but Mouse is a nickname for comic and privacy purposes. Caption: When I started this project, me and Mouse lived on a little island off the Swedish coast. The panel shows a stylised, tiny island with a lighthouse, spruce and birch trees, leaning houses and a little dock with a row boat tied to it. The cat and mouse are standing on the cliffs and a swan floats on the water in the foreground. Page two: Caption: Now we’ve moved to Ireland where we live in a caravan in the middle of nowhere. A small caravan, surrounded by greenery, overgrown trees, rocks, puddles and potted plants. The caravan has two windows and the cat and the mouse are looking out of one window each. Caption: We lived on the island to be close to my family. A ribbon with writing on it separates and labels four characters: “mom”, an ermine, “dad”, a wolverine, “brother”, a marmot and “step mom”, a squirrel. The ribbon has been torn in between “mom” and “dad”. Caption: and we moved to Ireland to be close to Mouse’s family. Three characters are shown, each with their own ribbon label. “mother-in-law”, a deer, “sister-in-law”, a jack russell terrier and “brother-in-law”, a hedgehog. Page three: Caption: Me and the mouse are currently in our thirties. The cat lounges on an antique fainting couch and the mouse sleeps on a cushion on the floor. On the floor is an open bag of “let’s” crisps and a laptop. Caption: We’re both pretty decrepit in various ways, so for this comic I draw couches and beds as often as I draw people. Caption: Disability isn’t especially interesting to me, but if a fish made an autobiographical comic… A fish under water paints a four panel comic with a brush held in its mouth. The panels the fish has painted show bubbles, waves and splashing water. Caption: …it’d probably be partly about water, whether the fish cared about water or not. Page four: Caption: My memory has always been pretty crappy. If a friend asks me: “do you remember when...” The question is shown asked by a red robin Caption: I usually have to answer: “no, I don’t.” The panel shows the cat giving this answer while looking away and blushing. Caption: There are many things in my life I’d like to remember. Mom the ermine watches as the cat opens a Christmas gift in front of a Christmas tree. The cat is much smaller than usual, its tail is bushy with excitement and it holds up a big book, “Mort”, with a skull on the cover. Caption: This comic is my EXTERNAL MEMORY so I can capture some of those moments… The cat admires a butterfly hovering above its outstretched paw Caption: …great or small. Page five: Caption: I try to make one strip per day, give or take. Pages with dates written on them blow off of a daily wall calendar by a strong breeze. As they turn over, comic pages are revealed to be drawn on the back. One comic shows the mouse with long fangs, biting the face of the cat and then hissing behind a bat wing. One comic is a pastiche of Tim Buckley’s “Loss” comic and one features a portrait of Frasier Crane and the Seattle skyline. Caption: and on the days when nothing interesting happens A close up shows the cat’s paw drawing a comic panel. In this panel a smaller, rounder version of the cat runs happily in the sunshine carrying a backpack. Caption: I reach back and draw something from my past. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A coyote looks at the comic on its phone, strokes its chin suspiciously and asks “did that really happen?” Caption: the answer is always yes. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A monkey reads the comic in zine form and think “did they really say that?” Caption: the answer is usually yes. Page six: Caption: When a specific phrase is the point of the strip, it’s recorded verbatim. The mouse says “you’re marching to the beat of the potato drum.” Caption: is a direct quote. Caption: When the point is something else, I sometimes take small liberties to make the memory fit well inside four panels. The cat sits at its drawing table, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a paper with two comic panels in the other. Caption: Usually that means I make myself or the mouse play the part of the straight man because it will improve a joke. The cat and the mouse, dressed as clowns, stand in a circus tent. The cat pulls the clown nose from the mouse’s face and holds up a pie, ready to strike. Caption: In reality, neither of us is much of a straight man, but all art demands some sacrifices. Caption: In every way that matters, this comic always tells the truth. The cat looks up at a large, glowing, winged sphinx statue version of itself. The statue and framing is a reference to the all knowing Southern Oracle from the film adaptation of “The Neverending Story”. Caption: I am doing this to aid my memory after all, so it wouldn’t be very helpful to make my life seem more funny, interesting or relatable than it really is. The cat draws a comic while watching paint dry on the wall. Caption: That would be a pretty cruel joke to play on my future, more confused self. The cat scratches its head at a drawing of themselves as the winner of a beauty contest, wearing a sash and crown, waving to the crowd and holding flowers. Caption: She’ll probably have enough to contend with… The cat looks suspiciously at its own reflection in the mirror, not recognising it. The drawing is a pastiche of a panel from the webcomic “Gunshow” by KC Green. Caption: Maybe some of my comics will be funny or interesting or relatable to you anyway. That would make me very happy. The cat smiles and presses its paws to its face in joy, seeing that a bear and a horse are reading the comic together and laughing. Cartoon hearts float over the cat. Caption: Some of the comics probably won’t do much for anybody but me, but that’s okay too. The cat presses a page of the comic to its chest, looking contented and protective. In the last panel, the cat and the mouse are floating on air with a blue sky and white clouds behind them. The cat is smiling and twirling around, holding a paint brush out like a wand. From the brush flows paint that swirls around the two figures and making shapes of green leaves and orange and yellow flowers. On two looping blue ribbons appear the last captions: This is a record of my silly little life. Good or bad, I’m glad I get to share it. End ID.

Here’s a little introduction to External Memory! It was fun to make a proper neat and full colour comic - it’s been a while ^^

(If you like this project, please reblog this post! You can also subscribe to my patreon where I post one comic every day ^^)

[hazelll-trisk]

Hear me out hazel

Megumi is always seen as emo boy but when he's with reader he act like a sweet boyfriend!!!

"But he is the most

Perfect boyfriend!"

Megumi was known around school as the quintessential emo boy. With his dark hair falling artfully over his eyes, band tees, and a collection of silver rings that adorned his fingers, he perfectly fit the image that everyone had of him. He walked through the hallways with an air of mystery, often lost in his own thoughts. Some students gave him odd looks, while others whispered about him behind his back. But you knew a different Megumi.

When it was just the two of you, he transformed. The tough exterior melted away, revealing a sweet and caring boyfriend who brought joy to your everyday life. You loved how he could surprise you with small gestures that made your heart flutter.

One sunny Saturday, you decided to spend the day at the park. You brought a blanket, some snacks, and a well-loved book. Megumi, wearing his usual dark hoodie and ripped jeans, stood beside you, clutching the book you had chosen—Thornfield Hall, a classic romance.

“Are you ready for the epic love story?” you teased, grinning as you laid the blanket on the grass.

Megumi rolled his eyes, but you saw a smirk peek through his typically stoic expression. “Yeah, if the main character doesn’t die or get hurt or something,” he replied, plopping down next to you.

As you read, he listened intently, often leaning closer, his eyes brightening at the funny parts or glistening with emotion during the heartfelt scenes. You would glance over at him and see how his usual dark expression lifted, revealing a softer side that you adored. When the story got particularly romantic, you couldn’t help but blush, and Megumi noticed. He nudged you playfully. “You know it’s just a story, right?”

“Of course!” you laughed, yet a part of you wished for a love story just like the one in the book.

After finishing a chapter, you decided to take a break. You reached into the bag for a snack and found a pack of cookies. Handing one to him, you said, “Here, celebrate our book progress!”

Megumi took a bite, and his eyes widened in surprise. “These are really good! When did you start baking?” he asked, genuinely impressed.

You shrugged, a playful grin on your face. “Just a little side project. I figured you’d eat them all.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine, flooding you with happiness. With a chocolate-smudged smile, Megumi leaned in closer, whispering, “I’d never trade you for cookies, though.”

Your heart raced at his words, knowing he meant it. You could see that, in the moments stolen away from the world’s judgment, Megumi was not just the emo boy everyone labeled him as. He was your boyfriend, a charming young man who would do anything to see you smile.

As the day wore on, the sun began to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks. Megumi turned to you, the glow of sunset illuminating his features. “You know, I really like days like this,” he said quietly. “Just you and me, no drama.”

“Me too,” you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s perfect.”

Megumi shifted closer, gently taking your hand in his. “You make my days brighter,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. You could feel the warmth radiate between you, and in that moment, the world faded away.

Under the fading light, surrounded by laughter echoing from other park-goers and the soft rustle of leaves, you knew that Megumi was more than just the emo boy everyone saw. To you, he was perfect, tender-hearted, and sweet—everything you could have ever hoped for in a boyfriend. And in that moment, you realized that love was all that mattered.

This is so cute bruh

[project-sekai-facts]

is it me or does prsk not really cater towards hardcore yuribait or yaoibait as much even when given the opportunity especially compared to other gacha games, like even the wedding events neither of them was focused on a popular pairing or even just in general with the stories (except for minoharu and vbs i guess?)

Yuribait and yaoibait are strong words that aren't exactly right to describe project sekai. They're just alternative ways of saying queerbait, which implies a marketing strategy of attracting a queer audience by falsely promising representation. While they didn't advertise queer representation, spn and sherlock were accused of this due to the way they wrote their leads (i guess spn did become genuine rep. Ish). Proseka isn't that, neither are similar franchises, like bandori or love live for example. Even if they rarely say things outright, which admittedly is in part because of corporate greed and appeasing fans, I wouldn't say it's queerbaiting, especially for this game and the two I've outlined (well LL has a complicated history but this isn't the time or place). The whole idea of falsely promising queer rep or marketing off it doesn't really happen here, especially in project sekai it feels very genuine and clear even if not labelled. I put this down to the writers saying on record that they want the characters, and their relationships and issues, to feel realistic and relatable.

To actually answer the question now my little media ramble is over, yeah it does feel less compared to other games, especially bandori which gives content to multiple pairings for the same characters. Like don't get me wrong prsk has quite a lot of ship tease when you really get down to it and track through all the stories, but it definitely feels limited to only a handful of pairings. While prsk does give moments for multiple pairings for the same character sometimes it's just... less ig. Again i think it's just to do with the intentionally realistic way of portraying the relationships, so imo it makes sense that they only pick a hanful to give much more obvious or outright romantic subtext to (aka mmj/vbs), even if they still give little moments here and there for other pairings for those characters, as well as giving less-fleshed out or explicitly romantic shiptease for other pairings that don't include those characters (does this make sense? it's hard to talk about shiptease in the game without explicitly talking about shipping. oh well...).

(Also as an aside: mmj is also a bit of a genre thing, and a lot of a Love Live thing. I'm not reaching by saying that either, it showed up on the results to a survey about media the staff at colopale like. mmj does take a few cues from LL here and there, (rooftop practice, genki orange leader, the white feather, airis character design and voice actress) so this is probably one of them)

Even though the wedding events don't usually focus on a ship (aside from the Honami/Kanade one (for context it's honami's most popular ship at least on pixiv, although it's still on the rarer side of things, and it's not that popular in terms of Kanade pairings)), they have always featured popular ships on the card lineups, aside from the most recent one. the first one had cards for the two most popular Akito pairings, and the second one had An/Kohane and Shizuku/Airi. The second one is particularly notable since the event didn't go lightly on the ship tease at all in some parts, though it makes sense since both pairings have romantic text and/or subtext in the story. Even the first wedding event had a tiny bit in one of the card stories, and this year's one managed to squeeze in a scene where Minori imagines Haruka getting married (presumably to her).

We also had the buddy funny spend time event back in 2021, which was explicitly a double date event featuring an/kohane and minori/haruka (again two pairs with romantic text), and we've had other events that follow a sort of similar concept of two popular pairings doing something together, without the double date thing attached, but you can tell what they were thinking lol. I don't really wanna elaborate on that bc I don't wanna start a whole thing but if you look through the event list you can probably work it out.

But then again, this is the Hatsune Miku friendship game. Friendship and community are two of the core themes of the game, which again explains why it might feel like there's less romantic teasing and such compared to other games. Because there is. The events and other stories prioritise writing the platonic relationships over giving ship tease. There's definitely events that you can come out of with little to no moments for the ships you like. This isn't saying that other idol games don't focus on the friendship by the way, I'm just saying prsk has much stronger and consistent themes. From an objective perspective it has the best writing of the major idol games on the market (maybe, idk what's going on in bandori nowadays I've heard MyGO and Avemuji are really good).

Yeah it's the hatsune miku friendship game which prioritises realistic characters and relationships that's about the best way I can put it.

(aside #2: back to the idea of queer content, while they don't write the game, sega is pro-lgbt and is a sponsor of tokyo pride, and offer protections for queer staff. Other sega franchises like Yakuza and Sonic have queer characters! And mizuki is about 5 events away from coming out as trans unless they fumble super badly. So it's a nonzero chance that prsk can and will include textual queer rep in future (i mean they already have lol). It genuinely is down to the realism other fan appeal. Again this isn't to hate on other franchises I'm a huge fan of LL and a casual bandori enjoyer, prsk is just Like This)

[noneorother]

It couldn't be a masquerade ball because it was an unmasked ball

The S2E5 ball symbolism seemed very prominent to me when I watched Season 2 even for the first time, but I saw @meatballlady ask this wonderful question & Neil's answer and thought : hey why not share my thoughts on the clothing at the ball as well.

If you're reading this you probably know all about how coat lapels are an important character signifier both seasons of GO. If not, TLDR; jacket lapels align with a character's intentions, and their alignment with a faction is determined by their jacket colour (light goes up or dark goes down).

So why do I say that this was an "unmasked" ball? Because if you follow the lapel theory, all the important participants who seem neutral in real life gain allegiances in their costumes when they enter the bookshop. Let's break it down.

Crowley & Aziraphale

If you aren't just making everyone fancy, but actually trying to reveal intentions during this ball, then it would make sense that Aziraphale and Crowley don't change outfits : they've been wearing their hearts on their sleeves since season 1. Maggie

In everyday life, Maggie purposely wears tops without lapels. Everything is round or crew-neck, and she never wears black. In the ball reveal, Maggie wears black for the first time, and has big pointing down lapels on her navy satin shirt, indicating alignment with Hell in both colour and intention. All of her cutesy bows and hearts and gold jewelry are gone. She wears sparkly silver only, and a prominent wristwatch (like Crowley). However, her pinkie ring is still present. (go read @indigovigilance's post about pinkie rings, it's great).

Nina

Nina is all over the place in real life. Colours clash and she wears black and earth tones often. She also never wears jackets with lapels. When we get to the ball however, she suddenly has a golden brocade jacket with teal & crimson shoulders, and golden hair clasps. She becomes exactly what Maggie is attempting to project in real life, but her lapels are pointing out and up, so alignment with heaven in both colour and intention. No pinkie ring on Nina in the series. Under the jacket she wears green and crimson. A confused pairing as I've ever seen on the show. Who knows what that's about*. Jimbriel

In normal life, Jim is ultra-neutral with lapels pointing out (neither up nor down) on a brown coat. (Underneath is a whole different ball game for another post.) Jimbriel gets a hilariously Liberace-fied version of the Aziraphale outfit : bowtie, poweder blue and labels pointing down and also to the side, fluffy white and details like Michael and Uriel. He's HELPING AZIRAPHALE WITH THE PLAN, wink wink nudge nudge. You go Jim. Mutt

Mutt the magic shop owner also has a pinkie ring in real life, as does his spouse, and keeps it for the ball. He gains impressive gold details on his lapel-less tunic, and the colour shifts from base of black to a base of navy, with red and white flowers instead of orange and teal swoops. His sleeves widen, becoming almost an angelic robe-like tunic, making him kind of a mysterious mashup of symbols. Arnold

Arnold of Arnold's music shop fame is wearing black with rainbow tie and suspenders before the ball, without much jewelry save a pinkie ring. Inside the ball, he keeps the black, but now has crimson and teal accents instead of rainbow, and lapels that are very high up, but that point out to the side, making him more neutral/Mutt the magician aligned, even if he's wearing black. Justine

Justine wears Hellish green and black in real life on her daisy patterned dress, no lapels here. She has no pinkie ring either, but once inside the ball, all the green melts away and she's allllll black flowered lace. She also has no lapels here, making her also more aligned with Mutt & Arnold than anything, but just as mysterious. Mrs Sandwich

Mrs Sandwich seems easier to judge. Black and gold no lapels in real life, alllll sparkly black and big downturned lapels for the ball. No pinkie ring on her in either outfit, but a prominent wristwatch. This makes total sense to me. Even if she might not be aligned with hell directly, she runs a brothel and profits off of sex workers so probably a pretty bad lady if we're weighing the odds from a biblical perspective. In other moments she also seems pretty fond of Crowley, and pretty unhappy with Nina (see above). Mr&Mrs Cheng

Mr & Mrs Cheng are VERY interesting to me. While Cheng wears all black in real life, and we never see her partner, she is transformed in the ball into the only character (besides Nina in solid green) who wears a green pattern. She has become a plant/garden (specifically a Monsterra, like in Corwley's box), and her husband is the pollinating golden butterfly, (with neutral lapels on a black background). Neither of them wear pinkie rings, but Mrs Cheng keeps her distinctive teal earrings, and is now sporting red lipstick, making her and her husband most associated with Nina. Nina also trusts Cheng enough to mind her coffee shop whilst talking to Crowley across the street in the last dregs of E6. As an aside, they also seem to *sort of* have a pre-teen girl child at this ball. We see her briefly in the evacuation but very hidden between other characters, and never in the ball proper. Mr Brown

Do we need to go through Mr Brown's outfit again? I don't think so. ------------------------------ * I have a feeling it's to do with other things, like Jim's sweater vest, but I'll have to dig into it later.

[naughtyneganjdm]

Naughty or Nice - Chapter 1

Summary: It's Christmas time with Negan working at a big advertising agency where his big promotion is shut down after the new, sexy, co-worker of his winds up being handed the job he's been hoping for. Being forced to work through the office Christmas party, Negan gets a glimpse of his new boss that ignites the spark to something between them that with a little luck could prove to be truly naughty or very, very nice between them.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Simon, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/130059037

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, angst, smut, etc.

Notes: This is going to be the spicier of the two Christmas stories that I will be working on this year for Negan. I hope you enjoy it!

It was Christmas time and Negan was sitting in front of the computer in his office finishing up something from his most recent project at work. While everyone else in the office was out at the Christmas party, he was still stuck in his office all alone. The music was blaring, the laughs and sound of fun that the other people were having was heard outside of the closed door that he had. This was killing him. Negan was always the life of the party, so being tied up in work was driving him crazy. More than anything he wanted to go out and mingle with everyone else, but he knew that his new boss would have his head if she saw him interacting with everyone if he didn’t have done what she wanted.

A knock on his door drew him to pull his attention away from the computer screen and he was thankful for it. He needed a break. He was hoping someone would come and save him from his work. Waving his fingers for the welcomed interruption, Negan leaned back in his chair and sighed when he saw Simon standing at the door with a tray of drinks in his hands, “Are you naughty or nice?”

“What?” Negan snickered, pushing his chair back and away from the desk as Simon made his way around it. Placed on the tray were two different drinks labeled naughty on one set of the drinks and nice on the others. “What are they?”

“Naughty is a cranberry orange whiskey sour and nice is a spiked hot chocolate,” Simon lowered down the tray to offer Negan a drink. After gazing them both over, Negan cleared his throat and reached up to loosen the knot in his tie. “What will it be boss?”

“Can I be both naughty and nice?” Negan snickered making Simon crack a smile before nodding his head. Reaching for one of each, he set them on his desk and shrugged his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“What are you even doing in here in the first place?” Simon wondered, heading back toward the door of Negan’s office. “People keep asking where you are.”

“Well you know that I’m taking a vacation with the kids to the girlfriend’s hometown for Christmas and New Years, so Y/N is having me finish what I can here. I guess me still having my laptop and working from there is not good enough for her,” Negan noted with a loud, audible sigh. Leaning back in his seat, he shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands up in the air. “I get to leave when she decides it’s okay to leave.”

“I don’t know why the big boss put her in charge. Her job should have gone to you,” Simon suggested causing Negan’s nose to wrinkle at the comment. Negan was a top advertising executive at an advertising agency and he was damn good at his job. After all his hard work and doing better than everyone else, he expected to be getting a raise and a higher title, but instead they decided to hire on Y/N who they had managed to steal out from another advertising agency that was a competitor. Even though Negan was upset, he swallowed his pride and did his best to work with her, but for some reason they seemed to have so much tension between them. Y/N didn’t seem to be much of a fan of him and she made it clear. No matter how nice he was to her. “These parties used to be so fun before she was here.”

“Everyone is out there having fun,” Negan noted staring out at the others that were dancing and seemed to be enjoying their time together. “The only people not out there are me and Y/N.”

Lowering his head, Negan stared out through the glass walls of his office to see that Y/N was still in her office working as well while the party was going on, “That’s what I mean. You’re fun as hell. Everyone else? Not as much.”

“Well I appreciate that,” Negan reached for the whiskey sour to take a long swig of the alcoholic beverage. Once he got a taste of the alcohol, his eyes bounced up and he let out an amused sound. Pulling the glass away, he looked it over and tipped his head back to look out at Simon. “Did you make these?”

“No, you think I’m capable of making shit this nice? They hired someone to make drinks, food, the whole thing,” Simon responded with a snort pointing toward the drinks that were put together rather well. “Why don’t you just quit what you are doing and come out here? Play a game or two with people. They would appreciate your energy.”

“I’m not going to get my ass handed to me,” Negan snickered finishing off the drink in a surprisingly fast manner. Standing up, he moved over toward Simon to give him the empty glass before heading back to his desk to sit down. “Thank you for the break though. I needed it. And the alcohol.”

“You work too hard Smith,” Simon alerted him with a shake of his head before closing the door behind him. Adjusting the hot chocolate that he was given, Negan made sure that it was in a safe spot with a coaster underneath it before getting back to work.

A few minutes after Simon left, he heard the ding of his messenger alerting him that someone had written him. Pulling it up made him let out a huff when he saw what was there waiting for him.

Y/N: I hope those drinks don’t keep you from finishing that project.

Lifting his head, Negan stared out at Y/N’s office to see that she was staring out at him from where she was seated behind her computer. Reaching for the drink that he had on his table, he held it out in her direction giving a firm nod of his head. Bringing the drink to his lips, he took a few big swallows before setting the drink down. Thinking out a response he typed it out and then hit send.

Negan: Don’t worry boss. You’ll get your project in the next twenty. Who knows, there might even be time for you to get to enjoy the party.

Shaking his head, he dropped down the conversation and went back to what he was doing. It offended him that she acted like he wouldn’t be able to finish what he was working on. Negan was the best at what he did and he always got everything done on time. He had a good reputation and to have her act like he was known for not getting the job done got him heated.

Getting back to work, he finished things up and sent Y/N a link to the files. Getting up from his desk, he stretched out his back with a wince and reached for the rest of his drink to finish it off. Heading out of his office, he didn’t even wait for a response from her before moving through the office. Their company had the whole floor in one of the large buildings in the city and the whole party seemed to be taking up most of the space that they did have.

Looking between Y/N’s office and the rest of the group of people that were having fun, Negan sighed heavily and headed toward Y/N’s office. Her door was open, unlike his was while he was working so it made it easy for him to knock on the door frame when he stood at the entrance. Her eyes slowly lifted to him when he cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders.

“I sent you everything, Boss,” Negan informed her folding his arms out in front of his chest. “How about we take some time to enjoy the party for a little while? It is Christmas time after all.”

“There are some things I wanted to work over with you before we leave tonight,” she explained to him, standing up from her desk to move over toward the display boards that she had set up. A loud, disappointed exhale fell from Negan’s lungs and she let out a laugh. “We’re the two in charge of this project and neither one of us are going to be here for a few weeks Negan. We need to have everything prepared for the team to take this on.”

“We’re going to have our laptops with us and still be working from our vacations Y/N,” Negan reminded her with a frown, straightening his posture. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he sighed and shook his head. It was obvious that she wanted to finish working on things, but his heart was set on enjoying things for at least a little while. “It’s Christmas, Boss. How about you take an hour for us to enjoy the party and then when things start winding down, we can come back in here and finish whatever you want.”

“I don’t know Negan,” she began which made his face scrunch up and she could tell that he was displeased with her answer. “An hour. You can have an hour, but then we have to finish this before we leave.”

“Fine,” Negan went to leave seeing her go to sit down. Shaking his head, Negan moved further into her office and grabbed a hold of her wrist to bring her out with him in the main area of the office. “No, you’re not going to go back to work. You’re going to come out here and enjoy yourself like the rest of us human beings for a little while.”

“Negan, I have things to finish,” she bickered with him, trying to get him to release her wrist, but he nodded toward the dance area where the music was loud and people were having fun. With a loud sigh, she nodded her head and felt him releasing her. “Fine.”

“It doesn’t hurt to let your hair down for a while,” Negan suggested having her follow him toward the group of people. Giving her a weak smile, he nodded his head toward his friends and went off in his own direction. Watching her for a while, he could see that she didn’t know what to do. People liked Y/N and thought she was nice. For the most part she was, she was just very serious about her job and seemed to have a problem with him. Which meant the people that were on his team weren’t her biggest fans, but they managed since Negan was never outwardly hateful about her. “She looks like a lost puppy.”

“What?” Simon choked, leaning in closer to Negan who nodded toward Y/N who had someone come up to talk to her. “I think her panties are too far up her ass for her to have a good time.”

“Nah, I think she’s got it in her to have a good time, she’s just worried what people will think,” Negan claimed, tipping his head to the side noticing the drinks that Simon were holding onto. “What do you think she would pick? Naughty or nice?”

“Nice. She doesn’t want anyone to think she’s naughty. Then again, she might not even want a drink at all. It may make her look bad to actually drink alcohol,” Simon waved Negan forward toward the group of people while holding onto the tray of drinks. Once he stepped before Y/N he could see her eyes get big when he pushed them up toward her. “Naughty or nice?”

“I’m sorry?” she breathed out, her eyebrow arching in curiosity trying to pull herself back enough to look at what he was throwing in her face.

“Are you naughty or are you nice?” Simon questioned nodding toward the drinks so she could look them over. “You have to pick one.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” she put emphasis on her words and it made Simon roll his eyes. “I still have a lot of work to do, so I shouldn’t be drinking before it gets done.”

“Called that one,” Simon muttered under his breath, lowering the tray of drinks and looking to Negan who smirked. “Can’t even have a little fun.”

“I’ll just pick this one,” she seemed to be bothered by what Simon said as she grabbed one of the hot chocolates from the tray. Negan reached for one of the same drinks hearing the amusement come from Simon. Y/N took a big sip of the drink and let out a wince when she realized how much alcohol was actually in it. “Did you make these? They are strong.”

“The fact that both of you think I’m capable of making something tasty enough that looks like this is very honoring. You should know I’m not really this creative,” Simon pointed out going out toward someone that was calling for him with the drinks. Negan shifted on his feet watching her trying to drink what she had grabbed.

“You don’t have to drink that, you know that, right?” Negan inquired taking slow sips of the hot chocolate drink, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. After his comment, she finished off the drink and a smirk tugged at his lips drawing attention to his dimples. “You don’t have anything to prove to these people.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” she wondered, her eyes narrowing and it made Negan’s deep, raspy laugh follow. It felt like she had to yell at him in order for him to hear her over the loud music and that made her kind of uncomfortable. “Seriously?”

“I’m always nice to you,” Negan countered with a roll of his eyes, turning on his heel so that he was standing beside her and not staring out at her. “You just hate me for some fucking reason no matter how nice I am to you.”

“Listen,” she went to respond to Negan, but someone approached him in excitement to try to talk to him about something. The person was clearly drunk and they were pulling him over toward another part of the party. Once he was gone, other people started coming up to talk to her about things and it seemed like they were now comfortable being more open with her after seeing her out with everyone and drinking. There were exceedingly large amounts of laughter and she looked in the distance to see that people were surrounding Negan who seemed to be entertaining others like he always did. It seemed like no matter where Negan was there were always people laughing and smiling.

Once an hour passed, Y/N headed back toward her office and knew that she had work she had to get done. Instead of bothering Negan, she just went back to do things on her own. People seemed to enjoy having him out there so she gave him his space.

After some time working alone, she heard her door pushing open and it made her jump seeing a slightly sweaty Negan standing in her doorway. Watching closely, she saw him undo the cuffs of his dress shirt so he could push the arms of his shirt up before joining her in the office, kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot, “I’m ready, Boss.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” she acknowledged looking up from her computer to see that Negan was pulling one of the chairs in beside her so they could sit with one another to look at whatever she wanted.

They worked together for a while and she started to notice that the party was dying down. At one point, Negan stood up from where he was seated and went to close the blinds in her office and when she gave him a confused expression, he shrugged his shoulders, “The lights are distracting me and I want to focus.”

“Fair enough,” she replied before going back to work with him. When they finally got toward the end of things, they had two versions of their final design for something and were trying to determine what they liked better. “Which one?”

“I don’t know Boss, whatever you think,” Negan leaned back in his chair, caressing his hands in over his thighs letting out a long exhale. His hazel eyes hooked with hers and his chiseled jawline flexed when he threw his hands up in the air. “You’re the one in charge.”

“I’m asking your opinion,” she stated in a firm tone and it made an arrogant smile tug at his lips. “What?”

“I just think your opinion is the one that matters most to the bosses. They wanted something new and whatever you think is probably going to be what they would prefer,” Negan explained with a tired breath, reaching up to brush his fingers through his dark hair. “So go with whatever you want. For me, I’m just eager to get home. I have to leave early in the morning with my girlfriend to drive for a while to her family’s house so I’m just eager to get done.”

“See, you say I hate you but this is where the problem is between us,” she pushed away from the desk, turning in her chair to stare out at him. It made his dark eyes get big. Biting at his bottom lip, Negan’s face scrunched up and he didn’t immediately respond which annoyed her. “It’s obvious you are so upset that they hired me on in this position. Your team visibly fucking hates me and they don’t hide that either.”

“So what if they don’t like you?” Negan waved his hand about in the air, his voice rasp and he reached for a bottle of water that she had grabbed for him. “You’re the boss. You shouldn’t care if people like you or not. All that matters is what the people in charge think. You aren’t here to be liked or make friends. You’re here to do your job and do it well.”

“But everyone likes you,” she countered drawing his dimples to sink in further and a thick rumble of laughter followed. It infuriated her how charming his smile actually was because half the time she wanted to smack him, but he was undoubtedly a good looking man.

“No they don’t,” Negan shook his head, his Adam’s apple bouncing in this throat when he looked back to her. “You don’t like me. My jokes don’t work on you. My charm doesn’t work on you. I work my ass off and it’s never good enough for you. So obviously it doesn’t always work.”

“And you care what I think about you. So why are you here telling me not to care?” she disputed with a huff, folding her arms out in front of her chest. Hearing her say that made him release an amused exhale.

“Touché,” Negan tipped his head from side to side. “I guess I’m just better at handing out advice than I am following it. I just don’t get why you hate me to begin with. I don’t give you shit. I follow your direction. I work hard. I’ve never tried to undermine you. I could have tried to give you shit from the start to prove you weren’t capable of your job, but I instead kept my ego in check and accepted that they gave you the job that I worked my ass off to get. Of fucking course I’m upset that the job I wanted was given to someone who didn’t put in the years here at the company, but I’m not going to try to foil your work here and get you fired. I like you. I think you’re a good worker. I can see why they snatched you out from the other company’s nose. We’re a team and I’m doing my best to work with you, but you won’t give me a fucking chance. Instead you act like I’m a terrible worker when I’m actually one of the best that they have here. So how about you do what I have been doing for you and you show some respect for me because it’s getting fucking tiring having you being a pain in the ass toward me when I’ve welcomed you here with open arms and have kept my team in check to make sure things work out smoothly here.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat was heard and they obviously were bickering so much that they didn’t hear someone opening the door. They both turned their heads slowly to look to see that Simon was standing at the door, “I just entered at a very tense moment, didn’t I?”

“Simon?” Negan snapped, his jaw flexing showing that he was frustrated in the moment. “What do you want?”

“I’m just the last one to leave. I thought you would want to know that,” Simon informed them, pointing back over his shoulder and giving them both a stare. “I should get going though. You two should finish this. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and all that shit. I’ll see you both when you get back.”

“Wonderful,” Y/N waved him off and Simon’s eyes connected with Negan’s. Grimacing, Simon made an over dramatic face that led Negan to shake his head. Once Simon closed the door, it left the two of them alone in silence.

Getting up from the desk, she moved around Negan and heard him huff. Grabbing something from one of her cabinets, she pulled out an expensive bottle of cognac to set it before Negan. Grabbing two glasses, she placed them on the desk and sighed loudly, “Here…”

“What is this?” Negan’s nose wrinkled, his hazel eyes watching her pour some alcohol out for them.

“A peace offering,” she slid one of the glasses toward him and it was clear that he didn’t trust her. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I have been giving you shit, but I thought you wanted my job.”

“I do want your job,” Negan announced, his throat getting tense when she stated that. “The difference is that you have that job. And I can’t take it. So I’ve learned to deal with it.”

“Fair enough,” she responded, taking a long swig of the alcohol after she poured herself some and sat down. “You have to understand how hard it is to be a woman in a position of power. People automatically look down on you because this is supposed to be a predominantly male career and a lot of men have a problem when their boss is a woman.”

“I can see that,” Negan took another small sip of the alcohol, letting out a wince when the taste of it hit his tongue. It was fucking good and he wondered why she was sharing it with him. “Personally, I have no problems taking orders from a woman. I’ve always admired when a woman takes charge.”

“Wow,” she chuckled lowering her glass from her lips, her eyebrows bouncing up in curiosity. “Was that you flirting?”

“That was just me being honest,” Negan answered her, going to put the glass down and she stopped him from doing so. “What?”

“You don’t have to savor it. You can drink it. If we don’t drink it, it’s just going to sit there. View it as a peace offering,” she pushed for him to drink the alcohol. Thinking about it for a long moment, Negan pulled the glass back up and tossed the drink back swallowing it down. Refilling the glass for him, she let out a surprised sound when he stood up from the chair and moved over toward the side of her office to look out the giant window panels out at the city. “I would like you to be honest with me about your opinions Negan. I want to work with you. I want us to be a good team. Not have you just go with whatever I say.”

“It’s snowing,” Negan ignored what she said and pointed out toward the window after shooting her a glance over his shoulder. After a minute of staring out at the city, he sighed and turned to face her. “So where are you going for vacation?”

“Home,” she stood up from where she was seated and leaned against the side of her desk while keeping a tight hold of her glass. “It’s been a long time since I was home. My family is a bit old fashioned. So I really haven’t been eager to be back.”

“Why is that?” Negan was curious and he noticed the tension she had in thinking whether she should tell him or not.

“I’m not the favorite child. I’m the problem child,” she informed Negan with a simple shrug of her shoulders. “I got out as fast as I could. My father was hard on me. I didn’t do anything right. He thought I was poisoning my other siblings with my big ideas. I was the middle child. My oldest sister was the apple of his eye. I wanted to be in the city, do what I do now…he wanted me to remain a farmhand. It’s funny because my father is very old fashioned, but all three of his daughters have a different mother. And my mother is the only one he wasn’t married to when I was born. Is that much of a shock? I think I’m the mistake that he regrets and took the anger he had for himself out on.”  

“Sounds like your father is a bit of a hypocrite,” Negan reasoned with her taking another sip of the drink that was in his hand.

“Understatement of the year. My father has wanted nothing to do with me for years after our last fight. But my younger sister called me and begged me to come back. And then her mother also did too. She was the woman who raised me, so I only thought it would be right to come back for them,” she looked down toward the ground thinking about her family and she sighed. “No, that’s not true. I’m only going back to prove to my father that I’m good enough. I have money, a good job…a fiancé that loves me.”

“Ah, you’re saying fuck you dad,” Negan winked and she let out a hesitant laugh.

“Kind of,” she sighed, pointing back toward her computer. “Getting to work while I’m there will help take my mind off the stress my family will undoubtedly give me.”

“Wait…did you say your fiancé?” Negan repeated what she said moments earlier watching her hold her hand up to show the ring that was over her finger. His eyebrows bounced up in amusement and he finished what was left in his glass that she had given him. “He must be miserable.”

“Fuck you,” she chuckled when he gave her a wicked smirk and she knew that he was just screwing with her. Negan moved back to place his glass down on her desk. “And what about you? You’re going with your girlfriend I think I heard you say?”

“You listen to me,” Negan placed his hand over the center of his chest to act surprised. A deep rumble of a laugh fell from his throat as he moved over to the large glass windows to brace his back against them. “Here I was thinking you ignore everything I say.”

“I thought we were trying to bond here,” she waved her hand back and forth between them. Setting her glass down on the desk, she reached for the bottle of cognac and took a long swig from the bottle. Moving out toward him, she handed him the bottle and he accepted it to do the same. “Give me a chance.”

“I hope you aren’t driving home tonight,” Negan whispered after a hiss fell from his throat. His hazel eyes narrowing out at her as she smirked.

“I’m not much of a city driver. I grew up in a very rural area. Open roads, this city driving isn’t for me,” she explained stepping in beside him to stare out at the city. “I’m in the city because it’s so different from where I grew up. What about you? Why aren’t you going home to your family?”

“I have no interest,” Negan answered her, his eyebrows bouncing up when he turned to look out at the city with her. “Like you, I didn’t have a great father. He pretended he was, but his actions spoke louder than his words. I always wanted to go to New York City when I was a kid. Especially after my dad came back from a work trip once with one of those lady liberty bobble heads. He told me how big the world was and promised to bring me here. But he never did. Something always came up. With everything really. We never did anything as a family. It was always just me and my mom.”

“And your mother?” she wondered seeing Negan shake his head and bite down on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Negan whispered sucking in a sharp breath of air. Pulling the bottle up to his lips again, he took another long swig of the alcohol and then handed it back to her. “I moved to the city with my wife. We were two kids that grew up in the suburbs and we so badly wanted to escape it. I originally wanted to be a ball player, but I hurt myself. So I went with what I was good at and it was art. Who knew that just drawing random things would get me…here. I just thought it was a bunch of bullshit that I did when I was bored. I never realized I could make this much doing a silly hobby.”

“Wife?” she repeated what he said, her expression confused when she looked to him. Negan tipped his head to the side and reached for something that was around his neck to pull out a necklace that was there. It drew attention to the three rings that were there and she let out a loud exhale realizing where this was going. “You’re…”

“A widower? Yeah,” Negan responded with a huff, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he shifted on his feet.

“How long?” she felt bad for even bringing it up noticing the change in Negan’s demeanor when he dropped the rings back at the center of his chest.

“She passed away two years ago. It’s why I’m trying this whole trip away with the girlfriend and the kids,” Negan informed her and he could see her eyes getting bigger when she clearly had no idea that he had children. “Yeah, I have a boy and a girl. My son is thirteen and my daughter is seven. Maybe if you actually make it to the other side of my desk one day you can see photos of them.”

“I’m so sorry,” she swallowed down hard looking out across the city feeling like an asshole that she didn’t even know about his family. “I don’t really know anything about you.”

“It’s not your job to know who I am,” Negan replied to her, outstretching his hand for the bottle of alcohol again obviously needing this sip after everything that he was talking to her about. His eyes were damp and there was guilt that ate away at her watching him drink. “What about your fiancé?”

“I met him when I was working in another city. He was a pizza delivery guy,” she informed Negan seeing him smirk and gaze over at her. “He’s really nice and sweet.”

“You don’t seem like the type that likes really nice and sweet,” Negan commented and she turned to give him a once over.

“I like pizza,” she said in a rebuttal making the both of them chuckle. Stealing back the bottle from him, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I panicked.”

“Come again?” Negan’s eyebrow arched when she looked down at the ring that was on her finger.

“I panicked. He asked me to marry him out in front of a bunch of people and he’s so nice that I didn’t want to embarrass him,” she looked to her hand where the ring was and she shook her head. “I enjoy his company, but marrying him? I don’t know. I thought relationships were supposed to fuel you. Excite you. Make you feel endless amounts of passion…”

“Sounds like you shouldn’t be engaged,” Negan noted letting out a tense breath when he noticed how hard it was starting to snow.

“What about your girlfriend?” she questioned hearing Negan scoff and he pushed his hands back into his pockets. “What?”

“I was lonely,” Negan informed her tipping forward onto his toes and then back onto his heels while they just got to know one another. “The first time I met her she was ready to rip my head off over the last drink at one of the street vendors. I guess I like em’ feisty.”

“I see,” she shook her head, moving back for her desk to set the bottle of alcohol down and reach for her laptop. “I guess we should pick which one we want so that way we can get home to the two people that neither one of us should really be with.”

“Well that’s bold of you to suggest,” Negan’s nose wrinkled when she moved over toward the couch that was in her office. Heading over to the couch to sit down in beside her, Negan leaned forward and rest his elbows on his knees. “I guess since you want me to be honest with you, I hate both the colors of the final two designs. For a New Years campaign, I find the colors to be mundane and depressing. New Years is supposed to be bright, happy, exciting for the possibility of a new year…it’s meant to draw people in and they are supposed to be feel good about the holiday. The colors that you chose feel like they were picked by someone that is…sad.”

“Really?” she looked to the two designs that they had up, surveying over them. “I think they look sharp.”

“Sure, they look sharp, but the colors promote a sense of sadness. Trust me, I would know,” Negan explained circling his finger at her screen where the two designs were up. “That’s why I told you to pick because I don’t like either color. The design, I like. The colors, I don’t.”

“Why?” she turned her head to stare out at him and he huffed in response.

“Because color theory says certain colors draw people to feeling a certain way and…” he began to answer, but she shook her head to interrupt him from going on. “What?”

“Why are you sad?” she inquired having his hazel eyes hooked with hers and he let out a nervous laugh. “You’re sad. Why?”

“You know why,” Negan slurred, looking down toward his feet shifting beside her knowing that he was becoming uncomfortable. “Why are you sad?”

“Why would you think I’m sad?” she countered seeing the smirk that tugged at his chiseled features. “I just got a great job, I’m engaged, I have everything I’ve ever wanted in life…”

“Do you?” Negan wondered, tipping his head to the side when he looked to her again. “Your design choices read someone who is depressed and with certain projects it hits a certain crowd, but with things like this…it’s just not going to work. So why are you sad?”

“You’re infuriating,” she scoffed, leaning back on the couch while they spoke about the designs. “One conversation and you think you know everything about me.”

“Yeah, I know it’s shocking, but I fucking listen to people when they talk to me,” Negan snorted, turning to face her with his jaw clenching. “Contrary to popular belief, I do occasionally know how to shut up and listen. I also know what it was like to be sad because some of my best work I cranked out when I was fucking sad because I buried myself in it. I still bury myself in it. Other than my kids, work is my only escape from the things that I’m feeling.”

“That’s you Negan, not me,” she pushed further, her chest tightening when his eyes narrowed out at her. “I know what I said earlier about my fiancé, but I was drinking and…”

“Being honest?” Negan inquired, his eyebrows bouncing up as he surveyed her over. “Sometimes drunk words are the truest words. Sad recognizes sad because you are just like me. Maybe not for the same reason, but I can spot one when I see one.”

Staring out at Negan, she felt her breathing heavy, her heart racing while he shook his head and nodded back toward the art, “Maybe if we just send them both of these, they can pick the one they are most interested in and…”

A surprised sound fell from Negan’s throat when she reached out to grab a hold of his chiseled jawline to tug him towards her. Their lips crashed together and at first Negan was stiff against her. This was never a position that he ever thought they would find themselves in. Especially with how negative she was toward him throughout her time at the company so far.

Being this close to him allowed the scent of his cologne to intensify and that was something she always found so appealing about him whenever she was near him. His scent was unique to him. Whether it was his musky cologne, his cigarette that he may have snuck in during a break or his mint gum that he used to cover it up with. From his deep raspy voice to his scent…she always knew when Negan was around. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. Maybe it was the alcohol or the conversation, but she had a desperation to kiss him. Even if it was wrong considering her position at the company.

Letting the kiss linger, she knew it was an awkward first kiss, but it was an opportunity she couldn’t resist. Pulling back slightly had Negan’s long eyelashes fluttering, his eyelids heavy and narrowed. Waiting, she didn’t know how to react until she felt Negan’s index finger curling in underneath her chin to bring her closer to him. The rough pad of his thumb swept over her jawline and the warmth from his breath lingered over her lips causing a chill to flood her body. There was something in the way that Negan looked at her that took her breath away. Surprisingly enough, she was immune to it for most of the time, but in this moment, she was hooked. She was pretty sure that he knew that.

“You are so beautiful,” Negan slurred, his thumb causing her to shudder when it brushed against her skin. Getting close enough to just barely drag his bottom lip over hers caused her eyes to come to a close. Just having the warmth of his breath over hers had chills flooding her veins. Her face grew hot when his lips finally claimed hers. It started off slow at first, testing the waters between them. This was a much better kiss than the first one. The one she had done originally was a quick thing that came out of nowhere. This was thought out and with every sweep of his lips over hers, it had her falling in closer to him. Kissing Negan made everything feel like it stopped. The worries of getting this project done were no longer a problem in her mind. They didn’t exist. Each caress of Negan’s lips were almost perfect, his fingers sliding up the lengths of her jawline, down over the side of her neck and then around the back of her neck to curl around it. Goosebumps developed over her body from the chills he was drawing out of her. A tender flick of his tongue pressed at her lips, testing if she was okay with the idea. Parting her lips, she gave him permission allowing his head to tip to the side to brush the warmth of his tongue against hers. Returning the gesture had him moaning against her lips. Tremoring in his grasps, she knew that she was hooked.

Pulling back, her breathing was labored and her lips parted. There was something in Negan’s eyes that she couldn’t quite read with his stare locked on hers. His pupils were dilated with lust, his eyes falling back to her lips again when he slid in closer to her on the couch. Closing the distance between them, Negan’s hand pressed in over her bare shoulder, his rough fingertips caressing over her skin in a tender moment before his nose nudged hers.

Stealing another kiss from her lips, Negan dropped his other arm to hook it around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. Their kisses grew more intense making the both of them breathless. Every touch grew stronger, more desperate with their tongues fighting for some kind of dominance.

“Stop,” Negan tore himself away from her, standing up from the couch and holding his hands up in the air when he backstepped. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his lips parted and his breathing labored. “This is wrong. You’re engaged, we’re both drunk and…”

“I thought you were the naughty type, Negan,” she stood up from the couch, moving forward to place her fingers over the center of his chest. Leading him back toward the large glass window panels of the building, she heard a breath catch in his throat when his back hit the coolness of them. His eyes followed the movements of her fingers and he wasn’t eager to push her away. “Now why don’t you let me play nice and do what we both want here.”

Brazenly, she reached between them to caress over the center of his pants in confident touches. Groaning out, Negan’s eyes grew heavy with lust and he inhaled sharply. Leaning his head back, he couldn’t find the strength to tell her no. She was right. They both wanted this. Confidently, she stepped forward to tip up on her toes to kiss over his chiseled jawline causing him to tip his head to give her more access to him. Wet kisses were peppered across his thick neck and it had faint moans falling from his throat. Sliding his hands down over her sides, Negan pulled her close to him wanting to feel the heat of her body next to his. It contrasted well with the coolness of the window against his back.

“You work so hard Negan,” she whispered, nibbling at his earlobe when her free hand lifted to grab a tight hold of his neck. It made him wince, his head turning to lock eyes with hers. Continuing her caress over him had his cock growing harder with each touch beneath his black slacks that he was wearing. The vein at the side of his neck was bulging and everything about him right now was incredibly sexy. He was both dominant and submissive, giving into the desires of what she seemed to want from him. And the fact he gave her that? That made him so much sexier to her. “Maybe it’s time I rewarded you for all of that.”

A wolfish smile tugged at his lips when she pulled her hand away from his pants to reach up. Plucking the top button open on his dress shirt had him exhaling loudly, his eyes watching her every movement. In this light it was easy to see how long Negan’s eyelashes were and it drew her to the beautiful hazel coloring of them. Even the scene felt perfect in this moment for her. Having Negan pressed against the glass paneling with the night lights of the sky behind him. It was snowing and it gave everything a dreamy feel.

Tipping in, she peppered wet kisses over his revealed flesh with every button she would undo on his shirt. What was nice about Negan was that he was very verbal about the things he liked. He’d praise her with the sweep of his thumb over the side of her face while she kissed over his body. Negan’s body was slender, but gorgeous in every meaning of the word. Once the material of his shirt was separated, she tugged at it to get it out from his pants and pushed at the sides. Kissing over the soft patch of flesh that was under his navel had him breathing louder, his fingers sinking into her hair. Nipping at the skin, she found a rush of courage in the way Negan was looking down at her.

Standing up, she tugged at the material of Negan’s shirt to get it down his arms to reveal the tattoos over his body. It locked his wrists together making it hard for him to move while she took all of him in. At first it was his tattoo over his pectoral muscle that drew her attention. Tracing over it with her fingertips had Negan’s breathing growing louder. Extending her fingers out, she caressed up over his shoulder to gaze over the tattoos that were there and it made her throat go dry.

“Look at you,” she breathed out, dragging her fingers across his flesh to trace down over the center of his chest. Twisting her fingers through the dark curls of hair that covered his flesh, she stepped forward and saw his Adam’s apple bounce in his throat. Flattening her hands out over his abdomen, she slid them up toward his chest and out over his shoulders to trace them over the tattoos that were there. “Not only are you an artist, but your body is art too.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan slurred enjoying the way that she was touching him. It had been a while since someone had looked at him like she was. It was driving him crazy having her lips so near to his without her kissing him. Tipping forward, he nudged her nose with his alerting her to the fact that he wanted to kiss her again.

Bringing their mouths together, Negan flicked his tongue at the inside of her bottom lip having her purr against his mouth. Tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth, Negan growled and kissed over the side of her face toward her jawline. Dropping her hands, she worked open the belt in Negan’s pants and eagerly pulled them open. Once she had the zipper down, she unhurriedly pushed the material of his pants and boxer briefs down to the bottom of his waist. Cooing out, she enjoyed the way Negan’s short beard teased at her flesh while he pampered her neck with hot, wet kisses.

“Jesus,” she breathed out, stealing a look down between them to get a look at his solid erection. A chill flooded his body at her response. Carefully, she extended her fingers out to curl them around his girthy arousal. At first, she tested him in her palm learning his body and she found herself in awe of him.  

“Thanks,” Negan wiggled his arms just enough to get his shirt back up over his shoulders so his wrists weren’t locked in place. Lifting his hand, he curled his long fingers around the back of her neck to urge her back to him to kiss him. Their kisses were strong, each of them fighting for some kind of control in things like they often would in their work. Each caress of her hand over his distended flesh grew harder and it kick started his heartrate.

Grunting out, Negan felt her pushing into the center of his throat with her free hand to get him to drop his head back against the glass window. Inhaling sharply, he watched her smirk and then lower down slowly to her knees after kissing down over his abdomen. Dropping his stare, he knew he didn’t want to miss this. She continued to jerk him off, getting him completely solid in all of his glory with her touch. Arching his hips forward toward her, Negan knew that she was playing with him in the way that she was kissing over his hips.

“I thought you were going to reward me?” Negan frowned knowing that she seemed pretty eager to be doting on his body, but he wanted more. His comment got her to lift her eyes up, a smirk pressing in over her lips when her kisses grew closer to his masculinity. Sucking at his bottom lip, Negan huffed when her lips teasingly kissed at the shaft of his cock. Licking his lips, Negan knew she liked to be in control of things so he allowed her to be. With her wet lips kissing over the length of his body, it had his muscles tightening, his hips pressing forward in closer to her and a rumble fell from his throat. “Y/N…”

“Patience Negan,” she hushed him having his fingers sinking into her hair. It felt good to be in this position. Having someone desperate for her, holding onto her like Negan was. Purring out against his flesh had him dropping his head down, a moan falling from his throat that turned her on sending a chill to her very core. “There is a lot of you to cherish.”

“There is,” Negan snickered, his fingers caressing at her scalp when her lips finally found their way to the tip of his cock. Dragging her tongue out over the ridges had him bucking forward toward her again enjoying the way that it felt. A deep, raspy moan escaped him when her tongue flattened out and dragged over the tip. “Fuck.”

Fighting to keep his eyes open, Negan knew this wasn’t something he wanted to soon forget when her lips finally wrapped around his body to take the tip between her wet lips. Lapping her tongue at him had her collecting the taste from him at the tip. Swallowing down hard, Negan bit down on his bottom lip and was glad the party ended. They weren’t being quiet and if someone was here, they would hear them. Moaning out, Negan felt his heart skip a beat when she took him further back down her throat before unhurriedly pulling her head back, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft. It was slow, focused and done in a teasing fashion. And she repeated the movement several times leaving him wanting more. Her hand caressed over the lower half while she pampered the upper half with the welcomed warmth of her talented mouth. Every bob of her head over his erection was cherished knowing that while this was a gift for him, she also seemed to be enjoying herself just as much. Knowing that she found pleasure in giving him a blowjob made this so much more appealing for him.

Watching her was a reward in itself. Tipping his head to the side, he felt one of her hands sliding up over his hip to caress over it. It slid over his side toward his small, tight bottom to give it a firm squeeze drawing him forward and further down her throat.

“Fucking hell,” Negan panted when her other hand worked over the base of his erection to caress over it in tempo with the movements her mouth was making over him. What he should have been doing was stopping this, but he didn’t want to. They were both intoxicated. They drank a lot. But he didn’t want to stop this. Not one bit. Stroking his fingers through her hair, Negan found himself enchanted with her while she pleasured him. Every movement, every stroke of her tongue was meticulous and perfect just like her work at her job. Tugging on her hair, Negan pulled her head back with a wet sound when his cock pulled from her mouth. With her wet lips glistening and her eyes staring up at him with a desire that he hadn’t seen in so long, Negan lowered down, his fingers grasping tightly to her jawline. “You certainly don’t half ass anything, do you?”

“Never,” she breathed out with a tiny smirk, gasping when his lips hammered down over hers kissing her with all the power that he could muster up. Tugging at the strap of the black dress that she was wearing, Negan managed to pull the dress down over her breast to reveal it to him. Kissing over her shoulder had her cooing out until his lips pressed down to cover her breast. Circling his tongue over the flesh had her fingers sinking into his hair while he pampered her flesh with the talented caress of his tongue. Urging him back, she dragged her thumb across his wet lips and felt him kissing at the pad of her thumb. “If you like having a woman in charge so much, show me what you can do with that mouth since you are so talented at winning people over with it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan growled, scrambling forward to pick her up in his arms. Heading over toward her desk, he laid her out across the top of it hearing her gasp with how swiftly he was moving. Palming down over the side of her face, Negan’s eyelids were heavy with want while he gazed over her. “You are so fucking beautiful…”

“Negan,” she stammered his name before he hushed her, leaning his head toward her palm to press a kiss over the center of it. Hearing him saying how beautiful she was had her swooning more than she cared to admit. Hooking his arms under her thighs, Negan pulled her toward the edge of the desk and caressed over her hips. Pushing the dress up over her body, he stopped when he got it to her navel. Sinking his fingers into the hem of her panties, he pulled them down her body, his eyes locked with hers when he saw the nervous breath that fell from her lips.

“Everything is going to be okay, Boss,” Negan dragged his tongue out over his bottom lip, a wicked smirk tugging at his handsome lips. It drew attention to those ridiculously charming dimples of his and it made her heart flutter.

Raising her head up, she watched Negan kiss over the inside of her thigh. His eyes were hooked with hers watching her reactions to what he was doing. Dragging his lips over her flesh, he stopped when he reached her core seeing her eyes coming to a tight close with her head tipping back. The warmth of his breath over her drew her to let out a whimper and it made him smile. Finally leaning forward, he pressed faint kisses over her flesh knowing that it was teasing her, but he felt like she kind of deserved that after all the shit she put him through. Gradually, he allowed his kisses to grow in strength, having her hips rise up toward him with every touch. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he pulled her close to him and grasped firmly to her hips with his hands. Wetting his lips, Negan growled before extending his tongue out to drag a line up over the length of her sex and then back down. Teasing his tongue around her clitoris in slow circular motions, Negan took his time to slurp at her sensitive bundle of nerves before peppering her body with wet kisses.

Dropping her hand down, she sank her fingers into his hair having an amused rumble follow from his throat that vibrated against her flesh having her arch up toward him. Purring out, she couldn’t help but enjoy the grasp he had on her hips wondering if it would leave a mark with how hard he was holding onto her. Pulling his right hand away, he tipped his head back to draw a line over her sensitive folds with his long, slender fingers. Circling her entrance with his fingertips had her whining out, before he unhurriedly pushed his middle finger inside of her drawing her hips up toward him. Humming out, Negan wolfishly smiled when he started to thrust his finger inside of her finding the areas she seemed to like the most before adding another finger. Allowing her to get used to the motions, he set a sturdy tempo with his fingers once he found her g-spot. It had her bouncing up toward him, her breathless whimpers growing louder while he had his way with her. Wetting his lips once more, he went back to pleasuring her, his tongue circling her clitoris before slowly shaking his head from side to side.

“Almost,” she cried out feeling a fire burning deep within her veins that had her clutching to both his hair and the side of the desk. Wet sounds filtered through the air while the strength of Negan’s tongue grew stronger. Slamming her eyes shut, she moaned out and heard the satisfied sound that came from Negan when her body shook against him. Instead of stopping, he continued to pleasure her until she yanked back on his hair with her heart hammering in her chest. As his fingers dragged from out of her, she couldn’t help but whimper from the sensation it left her with. “Fuck, Negan.”

“Do you want me?” Negan wondered, his eyebrows furrowing before he turned to press a wet kiss over the inside of her thigh. Biting at her flesh had her purring out when she gave him a firm nod. Standing up from where he was knelt before her, Negan swallowed down hard and looked down at his rigid length seeing her eyes falling upon it. Standing up, Negan wrapped his long, slender digits around his cock to caress over it slowly. Pressing forward, Negan made sure that she was right at the edge of the desk before grabbing a hold of his erection to drag the swollen tip through her wet folds. “You know, you let people think you’re the nice type, but I’m fairly fucking certain you’re the naughtiest of girls. Aren’t you?”

“I can be,” she mewled out when the tip of his heavy cock dragged across her already sensitive clitoris. An arrogant expression flooded Negan’s features when he tapped his cock against her body having her arch up toward him. Smirking, Negan used his free hand to reach for the bottle of alcohol to steal another swig of it before setting it down somewhere other than the desk for it to be safe along with the glass that she had placed on her desk previously. “I’ll be as naughty or nice as you want me to be.”

“I like that,” Negan slurred, his eyes lowering to watch while he traced himself over her body. With every touch it had her tremoring just that much more and it made him smile. Adjusting his body, he reached between them and led the tip of his cock to her entrance. Pushing slightly forward had her body tensing up and he lowered his upper half over her, bracing with one of his hands on the table while the other curled under her hips to bring her up toward him. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Strangely enough, I trust you,” she breathed out, her hand reaching up to caress over the side of his face while his lips lingered over hers. Locking eyes with him, she felt him reaching between them again when he led himself toward her once more. When he was lined up, his lips pressed in over hers trying to keep her focused on him and his kisses when he managed to sink the tip into her drawing her to whimper against his lips. Filling her with just a small amount, he allowed her to get used to him when he hovered his lips over hers.

“I’m your first big dick, aren’t I?” Negan inquired, finally taking the time to push forward just a bit more hearing her whine. It caused her to lift her head up to look between them to see how much he had inside of her. “If you can’t take it, we can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she assured him with a pant, clinging tightly to his shoulders while she tried to roll her hips up closer to him urging him further inside of her. “It’s just new for me. I can take anything. Just go slow. Please.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan growled, kissing her once more allowing her to pull him in closer to her. Their kisses grew in strength more determined to be closer in this moment to get her used to the whole thing. Slowly her hips rocked over his length, allowing her body to get accustomed to what was inside of her already. Faint moans were falling from his throat while she took her time with him. It was strange how intimate this actually felt with them at first with their kissing, touching and the careful movements she made under him. For so long he saw her as a badass that was unbreakable, but with her under him he realized how fragile she actually was. Just like him. Tough on the exterior but broken on the inside. And it drew him to her. Peppering kisses over her lips, Negan felt her right hand caressing down over his back toward his bottom to urge him to start moving. Rolling his hips forward had them both moaning out in unison. Hovering his lips over hers, Negan pulled back before pushing forward again loving the way he felt inside of her. It felt like she was made for him. The warmth of her body drawing him to her again and again when he brought their lips together.

“Harder,” she ordered, nibbling at his bottom lip and he pulled back just enough to stare down at her.

“You sure?” Negan confirmed with her watching the smile tug at the corners of her lips.

“You won’t break me,” she promised making him smile when he gave her one single nod. Obeying her orders, Negan started to quicken his thrusts adding some power behind every thrust forward and pull back he made. It had some of the things on her desk falling over, but neither one of them seemed to care. They were just lost in the moment. Her nails bit into his back through the material of his long-sleeved dress shirt that he was still wearing. With Negan giving her a taste of everything that he had, it left her with a full, stretching feeling that she rocked her hips up toward. The sounds that Negan made had chills flooding her body. Negan’s deep, raspy voice was sexy already, but to hear it paired with his moans was driving her wild with desire. “Fuck Negan.”

“You feel so good. So fucking tight,” Negan hissed, grasping onto the table tightly to help give him strength in bringing his hips forward to smack up against her. Tossing his head back, his throat tensed, the vein at the side of his neck bulging more than normal while he pounded away inside of her. “How many orgasms do you want?”

“It doesn’t work like that?” she mused, her whines growing louder with the way that Negan moved inside of her. There was determination in the movements while she clung tightly to him, the tip of his cock hitting all the right spots inside of her with their fluid movements. “I need to be able to make it home.”

“How many?” Negan growled, his lips hovering over hers and she didn’t have an answer for him. Pushing forward, Negan used his strength to plunge himself into her in reckless abandon until he heard her squeal out and pull her hips away from him leaving him a breathless mess laying over her. Her hips shook, her eyes slammed shut when he got her to an orgasm that seemed to absolutely rock her world. An amused growl followed with him kissing down over her jawline and over her neck to place a bite there. “You’re a squirter. Good. I like that.”

“Give me a second,” she begged, her hand placing over Negan’s abdomen to keep a distance between them while she panted beneath him. Her thighs were still quivering and she couldn’t believe what just happened. Lifting her head, she whimpered and shook her head. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Negan snickered, his lips covering hers with hot, wet kisses that drew her to him all over again. “Something tells me I’m the first to do that to you. Which kinda makes me proud to be honest with you and I want to keep doing it.”

“I have to make it home Negan,” she whined feeling one of his hands reach between them to caress over her incredibly sensitive body.

“We’ll share a car and I’ll make sure you get home,” Negan whispered, nibbling at her bottom lip while caressing over her body in tender sweeps. With her pressing into his shoulder just enough to get him to back up, he let out a hesitant sound and frowned. “Everything okay?”

“Come…” she pulled herself up from the table on wobbly legs, reaching for his hand. Accepting her hand in his, he followed her over toward the large glass windows. Smirking, Negan got the hint of what she wanted and it excited him. Giving her a quick kiss, Negan chuckled when he pulled back and urged her to face the window. Placing her hands up against the glass panel, Negan moved in behind her and caressed over the lengths of her body. Purring out, she felt Negan’s lips over the side of her neck with his body close behind her. Staring out into the night, she felt Negan’s fingers curling around her neck in a possessive grasp. “It’s beautiful outside tonight.”

“It is,” he slurred against her flesh, placing tiny bites over her skin before rubbing his cheek in against hers. Palming in over her abdomen and up toward her breast, Negan squeezed tenderly at her body and smirked. “You’re fucking kinky. You know that?”

“You like it,” she looked back over her shoulder to have him deposit a wet kiss over her lips where she faintly sucked at his tongue when it brushed between her wet lips.

“I love it,” he replied back with a mischievous sound, kicking apart her legs enough to get her how he needed her. Positioning her hips where he needed them, his fingers dug into her flesh and he adjusted his hips behind her. “Enjoy the sights…”

Wincing, the sensation of him leading his cock to her opening was felt and she bit down on her bottom lip. Sinking into her with ease had Negan smacking his groin up against her bottom. It had her falling in against the window, whimpering out with how sensitive she already was. Negan followed her movements, pulling his hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. Dropping her head back left her neck open for him to pamper her flesh with hot kisses again. One more firm thrust got her up on her tiptoes and he suddenly became stagnant inside of her.

“Damn it Negan,” she whined, her hips bouncing back toward his length getting his body deeper inside of her warmth. What followed was his raspy moan with him nuzzling his nose in against the side of her neck. Negan’s fingers dug harder into her flesh leaving her wondering if it would leave marks. “Please…”

“Take a minute,” he instructed, one of his hands reaching around to bring his rough fingertips to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Stroking them in a circular motion over her body had her crying out. “I don’t know whether this is my Christmas gift to you or yours to me. Because now that I’ve been inside of you, it’s all I’m going to think about.”

“It’s both,” she responded knowing that with how big Negan was, she would be feeling him for a while. Rocking her hips toward his caress both felt good and hurt because she wanted him so badly to move inside of her, but he was just keeping still for a moment. It was probably a good thing they were in one of the taller buildings in the city. Sure it was during the middle of a snowstorm, but what they were doing was downright crude. “You feel perfect inside of me.”

Snickering against her flesh, Negan finally gave her what she wanted by unhurriedly thrusting behind her. Their skin smacking was loud enough to hear with the power of his thrusts that gradually got quicker. His fingers continued to stroke over her body, in tempo with the thrusts he made behind her. Trying to brace herself against the window, she knew that by the way the fire was growing at the pit of her belly that Negan was leading her up to another orgasm.

“You’re a surprise, you know that?” Negan growled, nipping at her earlobe while she eagerly bounced her hips back into him. “Here you are, so many floors up in the middle of the city during a snowstorm wanting me to fuck you. You’re wild and you need someone just as wild as you to tame you.”

“Then tame me Negan,” she hissed out allowing him to take her words as encouragement. His hand that was over her hip lifted and he curled his fingers around her jaw. Every thrust was hard, his hips angling just right to fill her in the best ways. Wet sounds surrounded them and she knew that this was going to be a mess that they would have to clean up after. Moaning out his name, she was surprised what her body was actually capable with him when she pulled up and away from Negan when he got her to another orgasm. “Fuck…”

“Good girl,” Negan praised her, his fingers slowing down over her clitoris while she panted and rest her head against the glass. Lifting his hands up, he hooked his fingers with hers and adjusted behind her. Once his cock filled her again, she was whimpering with every movement he made. Tightly her fingers clung to his while he smacked up against her repeatedly. “I think this is the best work we’ve ever done together, don’t you?”

“Undoubtedly,” she licked her lips, agreeing with him wondering what they must have looked like from down below pressed up against the glass fucking. Every plunge he made inside of her had her cries surrounding them and what she loved was the sound of Negan’s moans against the side of her neck. They had a steady pace between them that they both seemed to enjoy and she met his thrusts with the greatest amounts of enthusiasm. She liked the way he felt inside of her. Hitting all the places she rarely felt with others. Negan knew what he was doing and he did it well. “Ah…goddamn it…”

“Feel good?” Negan wondered and she huffed. Obviously, it felt good. He knew that.

“So good,” she whimpered, giving him the answer that she knew he wanted. Winces were escaping her with every forward thrust he made and at this point her legs were tremoring. She didn’t know how much more they could take in this position since she was heading for another orgasm again. “Don’t stop, please…”  

Obeying, Negan kept up with what he was doing and heard her cries getting louder while he pounded into her from behind. It had her falling in closer against the window. He followed her movements working to bring her to another orgasm that had her shuddering against him. With his chest pressed against her back, he felt her body contracting around him and it had him nuzzling his nose in against the back of her neck.

“Jesus Negan,” she shuddered, her eyes coming to a slow open. It felt like everything was spinning around her, her whole body numb and shaking with delight from the next orgasm that she was able to achieve with him. “I don’t think I’ve properly been able to appreciate this sight quite like I have right now.”

“Tell me about it,” Negan snickered, pulling back and away from her hearing her whine when his cock pulled from her body. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him sitting down on the couch with his long legs stretched out. Laying back against her couch, Negan allowed one of his arms to wrap around the back of his neck while his erection laid against his lower abdomen.

“My legs feel like Jell-O,” she informed him with a huff, shakily moving across the office to crawl in over Negan. An arrogant smiled tugged at his lips and he tipped his head when she braced her hands over his chest.

“Take your time,” Negan slurred, his hands dropping down over her hips when she reached between them to lead his rigid manhood back inside of her sensitive body. His head tipped back, a rumble of a moan falling from his throat while she took all of him, rocking her hips in a circular motion over him at first. Pushing his hands up, he cupped her breasts and sighed.

Starting to move her body carefully over him, she took her time building up the speed of her hips over his and Negan hummed in approval. Lifting up from the couch, his mouth pressed kisses over her neck and toward her chest where he pampered her breasts with more heated kisses. Clinging to his shoulders, she knew that she only had so much in her left, but it was obvious Negan was the same way. His moans grew louder, his lips finding hers when she quickened the bouncing of her hips over his length.

“I’m going to come,” he informed her, tipping his head back to stare up at her looking between the two of them watching his cock disappearing into her time and time again. Wincing, Negan bit down on his bottom lip and felt her tugging at his thick hair. “Fuck…”

Negan’s moan vibrated against her lips with the warmth of his release inside of her starting to fill her. It felt good. Really good. With him deep inside of her, she could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating with every movement she made. Soon the sounds their bodies made together sounded naughtier while he kissed her with everything he had.

“Fucking hell,” Negan’s head dropped down when her movements slowed down and he rest his head against her chest. Her fingers stroked through his wet hair and it was like the room was spinning around him. For a while they just sat there holding one another. Strangely, the thing he felt the most right now was confusion. Confusion for how he was feeling after all of this. Tipping his head back, Negan found himself in awe when her hand stroked over the side of his face. “Are we okay?”

“Do you mean with the sex?” she inquired, trying to gain her breath back while Negan was going soft inside of her. “I’ve really only been with my fiancé for a very long time and we’re always usually safe. I’m on the pill. Why? Do you have a lot of partners?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. But not really. It was my wife and after she passed, my girlfriend on occasion, but we use protection which I realize we should have done here, but…” Negan rambled off finding himself at a loss in this discussion and he shook his head. “I mean…this…us…”

Pushing into his chest, Y/N got Negan to lay back against the couch and she laid in over him, her head resting over the center of his chest listening to his heart pounding beneath her. The steady rhythm of it was beautiful to her and she sighed. Stroking his fingers over her shoulders, he found himself actually really liking this.

“Y/N, I like you,” Negan informed her feeling her lips pressing faint kisses at the center of his chest. “Like, a lot.”

“I like you too,” she responded, her fingers circling throughout the wet hair covering his chest. Lifting her head she could see there was a seriousness in his eyes and she pushed up on her hands. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what we just did…I’ve never connected with my girlfriend like I did tonight with you,” Negan reasoned with her, brushing his rough fingertips over the curve of her jawline. “I know this was just supposed to be a fuck and it was great, but…”

“It’s because you got me to squirt,” she chuckled and Negan rolled his eyes before shaking his head. “You have a girlfriend, I have a fiancé…”

“That neither one of us like,” Negan reminded her and her face twisted with an emotion that he couldn’t read. “Scratch that, we like them, but we don’t belong with them. We both proved that tonight with us doing this. Let’s not make this a onetime thing.”

“Work wouldn’t let us do that,” she pulled up and away from Negan, reaching for her dress that was bunched at her abdomen working to pull it back over her breasts. “You know that it’s against the rules.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know that. They just don’t want people fighting at work. That’s it,” Negan snorted, throwing his hand up in the air. “Dwight and Sherry are married. They met here. The boss and his wife work here. If we’re able to work together and try something…”

“Not gonna lie Negan, this is a bit fast,” she sat up straighter on the couch after she pushed her dress back down her hips. “Yeah, I like you…”

“Then let’s do something about it,” Negan suggested, his throat tensing up. “I’ll tell my girlfriend that I’m sorry, but things aren’t working out…you told me yourself that the only reason you are engaged to your fiancé is because you felt forced to be. I haven’t felt this way since I was with my wife. I haven’t connected with someone like this.”

“It was sex,” she breathed out letting out a surprised sound when Negan pushed forward to pull her to him to kiss her. It took her breath away and when he pulled back to press his forehead to hers, she couldn’t believe how much it actually affected her. “It would be wrong.”

“What would be wrong is not going forward with what we had here,” Negan waved his fingers back and forth between them. “I’m okay with you being my Boss. I don’t care if you have a better paying job than me. I fucking like you. And us? We’re so much alike. So much.”

“I can’t break up with him over Christmas,” she hummed against his lips when he kissed her again. “It’s the worst time to break up with someone. My fiancé, your girlfriend…let’s just go on this vacation and then see how we feel when we get back. You might just be on a high from the sex.”

“Tell me you don’t feel something between us,” Negan reasoned with her which led her to tip her head to the side and she looked down toward the ground. Standing up, Negan pulled his pants up and over his legs to buckle them together. “And it’s not just the orgasms. We…us…this shit might work.”

“I’ll think about it, I promise,” she answered with a nod of her head, standing up and moving across the space to cup his face in her hands. “Let’s just go on our vacation. Keep in contact since we have to anyways and if we still feel the same way once this whole thing is over. Then yeah, we’ll give it a shot.”

“All right,” Negan agreed to her stipulations, working to button his shirt up while she stood before him. “We’ll do that then.”

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[boiintheback]

Well. I wouldn't say I'm normally the type to doompost, but...what's the fucking point?

Of course, I'm talking about the one thing on everyone's keyboards this past, like, month. The thing that's had America - plus millions of others - holding bated breaths, shuddering in anticipation.

And it's fucking over. The sentient splotch of Sunny-D won:

- The presidency, 224/277

- The Senate, 42/52

- The House, 180/198

That wrinkled orange fuck apparently wasn't reviled enough to not see a second (and probably longer) term, but he's not even my big concern.

He got ALL 3 of the House, Senate and Presidency.

You know that little Project we've been trying to warn about, spread awareness of? That one about next year? Yeah, with leads on all 3 there's functionally nothing stopping The Heritage Foundation from pushing all of that through. And you know what is perhaps the most tantamount part of it? The effective LGBTQ+ bans; by labeling us as 'pornographic' which they seek a ban on

And, though I don't believe any are mentioned in the Project itself, that will likely include website and social media bans.

I guess this whole long-winded, "We're so fucked I'm typing in proper case" diatribe is just to say that...I'll miss this place. The gay autism website is no doubt going to be among the first removed.

Of course, I'd love to be proven wrong. I'd love to look back, 2 years from now, and laugh at the thought of fascism truly holding that kind of power. But the person I am now, I couldn't possibly.

And I'll no doubt keep fighting. If this is what takes me, I'll go down fighting, defiant to the end.

Thank you all, for everything. Truly. :)

[boom-boom-boyx2]

HQ headcannons bc i need a life!

Daichi:

- he has 4 siblings, this man gives such older brother vibes but at the same time older sister vibes so idrk-

- i’ve decided he has 2 older sisters, and 2 younger siblings (brother & sister)

- this man can’t go a day without out cussing. i’m fully convinced that he doesn’t cuss a lot, but when he does it’s only the word ‘fuck’ and it’s usually said under his breath and ever so hostile.

- when he went to college he would ask the underclassmen to watch over his younger sib’s when he wasn’t in town.

- Yachi would make stickers and keychains and stuff for Kiyoko & Tanaka’s gym and would mail them to Daichi every time a new design came out

Kageyama:

- his sister labels all of his sweatshirts with his name on the tag

- when tsukki found out he started to check the tags randomly and would make fun of him

- kags sister plays in a band for fun and they do gigs on the weekends at bars n stuff, so every once in a while the team goes to eat after a game and will listen to her play!

- hinata was trying to figure out why kags hated his hair, and yachi told him “it’s probably bc he’s allergic to oranges!” and now hinata won’t let him live it down.

- kageyama has a couple random things in his room that he bought purely bc they reminded him of his friends, no one knows this tho

- in his sisters phone his contact is “little yama” eng

-in his phone his sisters name is “big yama”eng, but everyone thought is was a typo for ‘big mama’ and daichi hit him on the head bc he thought he was calling his mother fat.

- he knows how to play a little guitar, but only bc his sister told him she wasn’t gonna play volleyball with him anymore and he still wanted to hang out with her.

Asahi:

- when he was younger he was obsessed with fashion and when he saw a pretty outfit or smth, he was asked people about it but once he hit age 10 people started getting scared and running away and that’s how he got his whole “i’m scary and ugly looking” complex

- he once lost a bet in second year to nishinoya and dyed a strand of his hair purple, it was an under layer so you couldn’t really see it u less he pointed it out.

- noya felt bad and dyed his bleached part purple too

- asahi has a younger and older sister, and knows how to do fancy braids and other hairstyles!

- he actually grew out his hair bc his sister wanted/is now a cosmetologist, and wanted to deal with a real persons hair but hers was to short😭

- he used his mom as a mannequin in college for summer projects, but when he became a famous designer he has his mom model his first few designs and his newest designs for a show.

- the videos of that show blew up on yt and tiktok bc everyone was saying “our favorite designer showing that even famous, you can still love your parents!” and on live someone read him that comment and he bursted out laughing and said “plenty of people love their parents even when famous, you just don’t see them as often”

- he was wheezing the entire time trying to explain himself

[tearwolfe]

Can you ramble about your headcanons? I like headcanons :3

these are mostly going to be ruikasa because i'll be honest. they're the ones i think about the most. if you couldn't tell...

tsukasa: -transkasa real.. -he's bisexual. makes it 2x funnier when i draw him saying he's not gay (it's true to me). -he's really strong, but he doesn't build muscle very visibly, so he looks slim/limber. not really a headcanon as of whenever the mr showtime live was, but he's stupidly flexible. -he has a mullet to Me. (i am projecting) -sharp canines... -his eyes are more red than orange. -he actually has a really good poker face. -adhd -he has a hard time falling asleep, but once he's out, he is OUT.

rui: -doesn't really confine himself with gender labels. or sexuality labels. but he'll call himself gay because it's funny. -you guys know but. chubby rui real. -i always slap that blue gradient on his hair so he's less ugly (thank you to my friend kade for drawing him like that first). -he can sleep pretty much anywhere if you let him. -paints his nails (i usually draw them black). -his hair is long enough to put in a short ponytail. -autistic -he gets along with saki very well. -he smiles when nervous.

ruikasa (together..): -rui likes to poke fun at tsukasa's quirks, but if he knows it's something he's genuinely self-conscious about, he won't say anything. -tsukasa will steal rui's clothes but then complain about his fashion choices. -they're both annoyingly clingy (tsukasa denies this). -tsukasa's the type of guy to go "hey rui we should practice kissing. for shows. in case we need to kiss for a role. not related to anything else." -tsukasa fell first, rui fell harder. -tsukasa starts to put a lot more effort into his lunches when he realizes that rui is always mooching off of him (true love).

ok here's some other, misc prsk headcanons. i don't think about the other characters As Much as these guys, but they still plague my brain.

gender/sexuality hc: -genderqueer ichika (haven't decided What so i'll leave it at that) -butch shiho -all of ln is lesbian -genderqueer or bigender haruka (i don't have a reason for this it just makes sense) -lesbian minori (pretty much canon) -all of vbs is gay -trans kohane -transmasc mafuyu -transfemme mizuki (this is pretty much canon, but some people prefer nb mizuki so i'll specify my interpretation) -bigender nene other headcanons: -shizuku is taller than tsukasa. i cannot stand the fact that she is canonically shorter than him i will not allow it. -chubby emu, honami, kohane. there might be more that i am forgetting. but that's my propaganda <3

[sleeplesssmoll]

Vertin can't bear to face her.

I noticed I missed one of the optional yellow side trails in the stage selection for chapter 3. After solving a riddle, I obtained a frog doll.

Vertin submits the frog doll to an orange puppy in a later stage. This poem appears:

(1/2)

(2/2)

Puppy = Sonnetto. We've seen Sonetto compared to a puppy a few other times in the side trails as well. Imagine if she followed Vertin back then the way she does now. Is her wet nose and face not just a reference to puppies, but also to Sonetto crying on the other side? It all started with Vertin giving Sonetto that noisy little frog and telling her it was going to rain soon.

I suck at analysis for stuff like this but I'm dying to know others thoughts.

An update: you can see the Trails as little white diamonds in the atlas. If you see a trail labeled ??? Then you haven't found it yet. Try going back the the stage it's connected too and look around a bit. Sometimes they are a a teeny bit off the screen. @sessioneight is also working on an awesome project to make a master list of all the trails!

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Grannies - Part 4 (Finale)

Summary: Gordon's committed to the bit. The bit just happens to be an obnoxious amount of granny squares.

A/N- In the finale: warning for a bit of whump. Whole lotta love though. Words for this part come to 2K.

Part 1 here | Part 2 here | Part 3 here | AO3

Thank yous: craftyfam, patient readers, my yarn stash for inspiration, Kat for the read through and assuring me this was post ready. FFXIV I can't thank you because you are a menace and a distraction no matter how much I love you.

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Part 4: Finale

Because Gordon never goes half-assed into anything, Virgil is still finding granny squares. 

He has to keep reminding himself that he appreciates Gordon’s dedication. He actually relies on this part of his brother’s character. Frequently, in fact. 

But as he pries a stray granny square out of his sock drawer and tosses it into the project basket housing its companions, Virgil has to roll his eyes. Fondly of course. In the project management world, they call this scope creep - with no real end in sight, the project keeps getting bigger and more involved, and it’s all too easy for it to just keep living on indefinitely. But then, Gordon is one big Scope Creep anyway since he was never one for boundaries in the first place. 

His definition of an appropriate time to stop was very different from Virgil’s. 

At this point, the new square isn’t anything Virgil hasn’t seen before. He knows by now what to expect from Gordon’s work. And, honestly, it’s just like Gordon to somehow manage to desensitize Virgil away from everything he knows about color theory, however briefly. So, neither the presence of the piece of fabric nor the color combination provides any shock value anymore. 

What it does do is remind him that he’s got his own project balancing to do. That of actually… you know… finishing the damn thing. And figuring out what to do with the rest of the squares, he reminds himself as he slides on his socks and laces up his boots for the day. 

The newest acquisition - two rounds of golden yellow followed by two rounds of aubergine purple and a final in white - doesn’t look as visually discordant alongside its peers, the scrambled rainbow they are.  They are all the ones that didn’t make the cut for Gordon’s afghan, the  squares Virgil keeps finding anew, and inevitably the future ones Gordon will continue to make until he receives another lightning strike of an idea.

Right beside it is a second project basket. Gordon likes a big blanket, so enough squares to fit a king sized bed are already packed up and labeled in their sequential order. As he’s had time, Virgil has started sewing them together based on the design Scott helped with. There’s enough space still for him to store the bolt of fabric John helped him find too, once it finally arrives. 

Virgil’s grateful for their help, and their part in the project has made it just that bit more special. He hopes Gordon feels that way too. It took Scott reminding him that it wasn’t his own aesthetic he was trying to please for the design to come together. Otherwise, Virgil has no doubt what he would’ve designed would’ve been lesser for his own misery trying to force order into chaos. 

Somehow, with the power of math, Scott’s perspective on patterns and probability and randomization had been just the ticket. Gordon also probably hadn’t realized just how many squares he’d made that started with the shade of yellow or orange or his typical bright shades. Just that little bit of consistency was all he and Scott needed to figure the rest out as they laid out the squares. It wasn’t a pattern, a fade, or even entirely randomized. But a couple edits later, they had the final layout, the squares numbered, and Virgil had gotten to work joining his own granny stitches into his brother’s work in the only color Gordon considered “neutral” - yellow. 

Unable to resist the smile it brings, Virgil tugs the blanket out of the basket and unfolds the two rows he’s finished, with the third halfway complete. It doesn’t bother him that his connecting yarn is still live - the hook has his last loop stabbed into the working skein, and even if it does come unraveled a little, crochet is not so difficult to start again. 

It had taken a few tries to find the right hook to help him match Gordon’s stitches. Even though Virgil taught him a few years ago, no two makers’ work was exactly alike. And Gordon was as carefree with his gauge as he was in the rest of his life. 

Excitement thrums through him; it’s morning, the birds are chirping, and he’s feeling motivated and productive. The crochet work is soft in his hands, the next square in the sequence visible in the project basket below but hiding the rest of the queue for the third row. It’s the perfect day to grab some coffee, hide away in his studio for a few hours, and let the project surprise him. 

That’s the way a WIP should work: it should inspire along the way. 

Virgil has just thrown a towel over the basket to make it seem like it could be laundry - just in case he runs into a wayward squid - when the alarm in his room sounds and John’s voice comes over comms. 

They have a rescue. 

~*~

Virgil awakes to the smell of antiseptic and the uncomfortable feeling that his mouth tastes like cotton. 

Something about that makes him want to giggle, except he can’t actually do that. 

“Easy, Virg.” Hands, soothing, graze his hairline. “They’ve got you on the good stuff.”

He can tell. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet to know if he’s in a hospital or the infirmary, nor does he know what happened to land him there.

Based on the cotton in his throat and in his head and in his lungs, maybe he ate Gordon’s blanket. 

The giggle turns into a groan. 

“You’re okay now. Rest, Virgil.” 

Since the voice is Scott, he does so.

~*~

The next time he remembers waking, he’s in the infirmary on the island. Again, this he knows not because he’s opened his eyes to figure it out, but because his senses tell him so. Only one brother knows sea shanties enough to be familiar with that one and, if Gordon is here humming it, they’re both definitely not in a hospital.

The words he wants to say trudge through the molasses on their way out.

“Wha’ happ’n?” 

“Virgil!” It’s surprise, and excitement, and relief all rolled into one, but Gordon has the good sense to keep his voice low once the original shock of him waking settles.  

Gordon knows the drill well, his voice barely above a whisper as he closes the blinds and scoops some ice chips into a cup. Virgil’s grateful for the gentle way he moves about the room; he can hear him shuffling around, dictating as he goes. By the time Gordon returns with the cup of blessed relief for the feeling in his esophagus, Virgil has managed to tearily blink his eyes half-open. 

Beneath his brother’s brushed fringe hides a bruise the size of a fist, purpling so harshly at his hairline that Virgil ignores the ice chip Gordon offers him in favor of reaching up to check the injury out for himself. Immediately, his body protests the movement, and Gordon urges him to lower his arm back to the support of the bed.

“Yeah, maybe don’t try that?” Gordon waves him off. “I’m fine. What do you remember?” 

Through the pain in his lower half and the color of Gordon’s face, the memories of the rescue come back clearer. Unfortunately, of all things, they’d been called out to a mudslide. He’d checked Gordon out in the field, he remembers. A panicked civilian with a wayward right hook while Gordon was calming his husband. The man had been incredibly apologetic, and Gordon assured him no harm was done, but Virgil pulled him off duty as a concussion risk and left him in Two with  Grandma talking to him.

Then, when Virgil went after a lifesign in a toppling two-story… 

“A house hit me.” 

“Well, more mud than house. You’re ok though. You were buried from the waist up. Had some compartment syndrome. Everything you’re feeling - or not - is temporary.”  

“You came to get me.” Virgil could argue that grounded meant grounded, that Gordon should never’ve gone after him in such dangerous conditions, that he’s the big brother and Gordon’s the little one and he should keep himself safe when he’s told to do so. But there’s a challenge in his little brother’s warm honey eyes already, and he remembers faintly words spoken in worry and fear, assurances that tighten in a coil around his heart.

“I did. There wasn’t anyone else.”  

He owes Gordon everything.

Virgil hums, “Thank you.”

Between the pain medication and water soothing the grittiness in his throat, he feels more aware by the minute and ready to try sitting up for a time. Gordon helps him settle a few pillows into position and raises the head of the infirmary bed to the appropriate level. He’s got to let Scott know he’s awake - and Grandma -  Gordon tells him. Before either of them decide to have scolded Squid for dinner. 

Virgil doesn’t have the energy to chuckle, but it does as he knows Gordon intended: leave him with a smile for the few moments Gordon needs to step away to communicate Virgil’s situation. 

His heart is music, his soul is color. Where sound is oversaturated with the wisps and hums of machinery tracking his vitals, his heartbeat in rhythm, color becomes his touchstone. Outside the window will be the cerulean of the sky and sea. Green, which he thinks in its most basic form because it’s every combination of the hue throughout the robust plant-life of their Island. Dandelion yellow - the sun and safety and Gordon’s baldric. 

Past the shut blinds, it’s all just a sliver. More prominently, there’s just white and infirmary clean grey.  He has to blink away the dullness, as he tears his gaze away from the window and finally musters the strength to glance at himself and especially at his lower half past the pain where Gordon promised his lack of feeling, muted through painkillers, was temporary. 

Color, so much of it that it’s blinding, greets him with the neon of signage amidst the Las Vegas cityscape and the celebration of the New York Pride parade they attend each year. The blanket draped across his lap is authentic Gordon through and through, in familiar squares assembled in a chaos true to their variety. No rhyme, no reason. 

So much care. 

“Grandma will be in shortly.” Gordon plops into the chair at his side, wiggling in the armchair to reacquire the work he’d placed on the seat cushion. He catches him looking, wide-eyed. “It’s not your project, promise. Though I did bring it in for you to work on when you’re feeling better. It’s over by the holoscreen whenever you want me to bring it over. You’ll be here for a bit healing, so I figured…” He shrugs, trailing off. 

“Gordon?” He slides his fingers between the stitches and curls them gratefully into soft, comforting colors. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m - uh -” Gordon flushes in dim light. “I’m weaving in my ends finally,” he admits, holding up the darning needle. “Sorry if you had another idea for the squares, but once I finished putting yours together, I realized we had enough still to donate some more blankets and those really should be finished.” Gordon weaves a red tail end back and forth between the strands the way Virgil taught him, and the way their mom taught Virgil. “I really did go a little overboard on granny squares didn’t I? I just figured it would be okay for me to help you along. So you could finish what you were working on. Was that ok?”

“More than.” 

It also tells him a significant amount about how serious his injuries were and how long he might have been out of commission, if Gordon’s found the time to finish as much as he has. The concern for what he’s put his family through spikes his heartbeat again, and his younger brother glances up to check on him, the monitors, back at him.

Virgil gives him a weary smile, tugging the blanket further up his chest. “I’m ok,” he assures him. “Thanks to you.” 

“Don’t do it again,” he admonishes, shaking his head.

Neither of them can promise the other, not in their line of work, and they both know it. 

The words go unspoken, but they are woven delicately in the strands of their gifts to each other. Virgil feels the care against his skin, in colors that chase away greys, and soft cotton that sifts fear and worry out through openwork patterning. And when Grandma finally makes her way in to check in on him, his heart is so full with the chance he’s been given, the support he’s always had by the people he cares for, that the love hits him with a wave of exhaustion. 

Into sleep he falls, deeply into dreamless rest by the time Grandma finishes her checks and  Gordon tucks him in with a thankful salute to the stars above.

The End

[themostsanebug]

hey hi i was planning on sharing this to dsaf confessions but since. that place is where drama DWELLS in the fandom i will not be doin so and instead keeping this on my blog teehee. so. WOE dsaf identity/ship hcs be upon ye!!!!

jack kennedy; sorry guys. i hit this fucker with the trans beam.... (transmasc agender) he/him pronouns. he is!!! also aroace!!!! romance neutral, sex favorable! he fucks but doesnt necessarily do it because he finds them hot. he also tried to date. several times and that didnt work. he dated dave and roger briefly and broke up with both of them. he still refuses to acknowledge hes not straight and in fact doesnt love anyone. yeah hes. autistic too.

dave miller; GENDERFLUID!!!! MASC-PRESENTING!!!! he fucks with mostly he/him pronouns but any work he could care less. terms and stuff of the like depend on what mood hes in. sometimes he likes to be called a girl and will be very happy if ya do so!!!! pansexual!!! personally think its for the best hes not polyamorous but. sorry chat get hit with my dave x roger propaganda but he loves that orange phone. in my eyes hes more chill after breaking up with jack!!!! he also doesnt like jack all too much anymore though..... doessss he see roger in a similar light to jack? just a lil.... roger being orange doesnt help. but hes not. AS obsessive. he also has!!! audhd!!! 2 me at least.

steven stevenson; t. transman... canonically gay so that remains!!!!! the same!!!!! he/it/fox pronouns in my heart. he just says he/him if you ask though. also. autism. hes autisitic. i see him with jake now..... my ass could not escape the liminalspace propaganda.... are most of these based on his askblog? yeah!!! do i care? no!!!

dee kennedy; cis female!!!! she is aroace and and in my heart bow uses she/bow pronouns because i said so. i COULD see her wanting a platonic relationship with another ghost kid though!!!!!! so mayhaps platonic attraction?

peter kennedy; transman. woah wonder how often thats gonna show up here!!!! he/him and he’s bicurious!!!! mainly because it makes sense to me. hes kissed a man before he got married.

harry fitzgerald; ttt. transman transman t- sorry. i cant restrain myself most of them are transmen. BUT!!!! he’s polyamorous and omnisexual with a masc-leaning preference!!!!! he/they pronouns!!!! yayay!!!!!! theyre dating. roger and and walt!!!!

jake wilson; giggles. guys you would NOT be able to guess this but hes trans too. shes just built different. WOE GENDERQUEER TRANSFEM JAKE BE UPON YE!!!!! she/he pronouns and and hes gay too!!!!! i heart breaking gender stereotypes with my headcanons. shes dating steven giggles.

roger jones; TRANSMASC BLURGENDER!!!!! is that me self projecting??? absolutely. he/it pronouns and and he’s bisexual and polyamorous!!!!! its also autistic.... he is dating harry and dave!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

walt grouse; cis male!!!!! woah i think hes like. the first on this list. any pronouns he doesnt give two shit call him whatever you want. he is!!!! also implaromantic/sexual!!!!! he gave up he couldnt find a label that fit him so that was his last resort. he is dating harry because rarepairs i love you rarepairs.

rebecca; cis female!!!! probably a straight ally!!! she/her pronouns but i can see her being fine with gender neutral terminology being used on her!!!! she is also not dating anyone!!!!!

henry miller; henrys just a guy. a dude. but also not? oddly enough, i agree with the interpretation that henry is gendervoid and that henry doesnt use pronouns but just henrys name!!!!! thank you chribs for that. also dont see henry being particularly romantic or sexual? so aroace in the sense that henry is romance and sex repulsed.

THATS ALL FEEL FREE TO THROW ROCKS AT ME.......