#stuff like this makes me wanna explode them into pieces but i think the right choice is to just self-implode

[theosbaby]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

flashing mattheo during an argument

NSFW content ahead, +18

one second, he's shouting some unintelligible shit at you, and the next one, he's almost drooling at the sight of your pretty tits, naked just for him to see. he's falling silent in fucking milliseconds. but god, they're so bloody perfect... how could he not stare at them?

It's not fair, you know he loves them, and you use that knowledge against him. every. fucking. time.

he can't even remember what you were fighting about in the first place, not that he cares anymore, anyways. your full, round tits have him fucking mesmerised, the only thing in his mind at the moment being his feral need to bury his face in them and never come out again, not even for air.

"baby," he would growl, eyes not able to look away from your boobs.

you swear you can see a faint blush appear on his cheeks as you tell him, "i don't wanna fight anymore." you pout cutely at him while you're still tugging your top over your breasts, the piece of clothing it's so small that mattheo wonders how they were fitting inside it in the first place.

"me neither," he replies quietly, starting to walk towards you, not being able to stay away for a second more. "i'm sorry, a'ight?"

"it's okay... 'm sorry too," you also apologise, a little smile tugging at the corner of your plump lips as you watch him leaning forward to wrap his strong arms around you, lifting you up so your tits are right on his face.

and when he finally gets to bury his face in your glorious tits, he's not letting go. he's dragging you to his bed and dropping you in it without pulling an inch away. he lays on top of you, between your spread thighs, lips kissing your soft, pillowy flesh.

"fuck, i love these," he'd mumble against your chest, his hands squeezing your sides tightly. "so fucking perfect."

you chuckle softly at that, which makes your tits bounce slightly, and god, the sight makes him hard in seconds. he hums contently against the supple flesh of your boobs as he teasingly starts sucking and licking your tits everywhere but your nipples, alternating between the two as if he can't decide which one he wants to focus on.

his hands are roaming over your body, groping and caressing your curves as if he's re-learning them. he's squeezing your thighs, your ass, and occasionally, going up to your soft tummy, rough finger pads making goosebumps erupt in your skin.

you don't disturb him, letting him play with your boobs as he pleases while you run your slender fingers through his unruly curly hair. sometimes, you caress his face tenderly, watching with heavy lidded eyes while he worships your body. you find it cute, how much he loves your breasts. he's always wanting to touch them, lick them, kiss them... and it fucking turns you on so much, because you're so sensitive there.

you moan when finally settles on one nipple, sucking on it hard while his hand kneads the other breast. he'd push both boobs together, his mouth dropping the already hard peak he was sucking on to lick at the other. his hips are bucking against you the whole time, grinding his hard on against your drenched core.

he's definitely leaving marks, which you complain about, but he just looks up at you, pupils blown, and says, "they're mine, aren't they? i'll mark 'em if i want to."

after that, he slips his hand inside your shorts and panties, finding you completely soaked for him and that fact makes him groan as he returns to suck on your perky, reddened nipples. his fingers rub your swollen, little clit, making you whimper and squirm beneath him, but he uses his free hand to grab you and keep you still while he stuffs you full of his fingers, burying them knuckles deep. he's making you cum in minutes, orgasm so good that feels like fireworks exploding inside your tummy.

and then, once he's satisfied you, he rips both of your clothes off and makes you ride him. he'd be such a mess beneath you as he watches you jump on top of him, little whimpers escaping his lips against his will. the sight of your perfect tits bouncing right on his face while your tight little pussy squeezes his cock makes him cum so fucking fast that he's almost embarrassed... almost.

more.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

pre hotel battle and vaggie wants to round out her gf's stat blocks just a LITTLE bit more

Vaggie: “Okay sweetie, big battle for our lives and hotel coming up.”

Charlie: “Which we are going to WIN and NOT DIE in!”

Vaggie: “Right. First battle you’ve ever been in?”

Charlie: “Technically, yes.”

Vaggie: “Still not vibing with an actual weapon?”

Charlie: “They’re all so…. Pointy and mean looking…?”

Vaggie: “So we’re sticking with the shield plan for you.”

Charlie: “I drew up some designs for one! LOOK! WINGS!!!”

Vaggie: “Really, very cute babe, it’ll look great on you. Very cool thing for any murder angels to smack face first into.”

Charlie: “Thank you!”

Vaggie: “But I’ve been thinking… well no, I’ve been having nightmares-”

Charlie: “OH NO!!!”

Vaggie: “-and if you wanna help with that, maybe you could have, like, just one kinda attack thing?”

Charlie: “Oh.”

Vaggie: “One trick up your sleeve, Charlie. That’s all I’m asking.”

Charlie: “I… I guess… if you’re worried, then…”

Charlie: “…I could… try doing the demon thing… a little…?”

Vaggie: “No you hate that.”

Charlie: (HUGE SIGH) “Okay good! WHEW. So what’s the OTHER attack thing idea??”

Vaggie: “You do have a little of the carnival magic stuff, yeah? Like your dad?”

Charlie: “Oh I love that stuff! YES!”

Vaggie: “I was thinking maybe you could do fireworks.”

Charlie: “FUN!”

Vaggie: “And explode people with them.”

Charlie: “HORRIFYING!!!”

Vaggie: “I know. I know but- just a little, sweetie? For me?”

Charlie: “Explode them, Vaggie? Into, pieces!?”

Vaggie: “I’m picturing globs and chunks actually.”

Charlie: “Vaggie!”

Vaggie: “Sorry, look-” (takes gf’s hands)

Vaggie: “This is gonna be a real battle with a lot of stuff happening. Lots of people. Lots of yelling and people running around. We’re probably gonna get separated at some point-”

Charlie: “No. You’re staying right next to me.”

Vaggie: “Charlie I swear I’m gonna try to, but that's not how big mob fights work out.”

Charlie: “We can MAKE it work like that THIS time!”

Vaggie: “Listen. I really, really want to go into this knowing you’ve got something for crowd control, alright? If a dozen angels swoop down on you and I’m not right there, I wanna know you can give yourself enough breathing space to keep that shield between you and them.”

Charlie: “But- you WILL be there-”

Vaggie: “One hit. That’s all it takes. For me and for them both, and you- please.” (squeezes hands) “They want to kill you. And they can. And they’re gonna try to.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “… I don’t want, to hurt people.”

Vaggie: “A shield to the face hurts.”

Charlie: “Okay fine- I don’t want to KILL people! Or even get close!”

Vaggie: “That’s fine, that’s the world we’re aiming for.”

Charlie: “But it’s not good enough right now though, is it.”

Vaggie: “… maybe it is.”

Charlie: “You just said…”

Vaggie: “Fuck what I said, you don’t need to detonate anyone for crowd control. You can do lights, right?”

Charlie: “Yes?”

Vaggie: “Bright and flashy ones?”

Charlie: “Obviously, those are the best kinds-”

Vaggie: “So try flashing people.”

Charlie: “Flashing?? Wh- IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE???”

Vaggie: “-blinding, blinding I meant blind them with flashing lights, get them to back off.”

Charlie: “Oh!”

Vaggie: “That a doable thing?”

Charlie: “Yes VERY doable! Like a really amazing sparkler!”

Vaggie: “And they wouldn’t be dead, they just wouldn’t be able to see enough to attack you.”

Charlie: “It wouldn’t even really HURT THEM even!”

Vaggie: “Sure. Unless they trip or fly into something.”

Charlie: “And you’d feel better???”

Vaggie: “Much, much better.”

Charlie: “Enough to sleep?”

Vaggie: “When you’re not keeping me up half the night with kisses, yeah. I think so.”

Charlie: “I’LL DO IT! I’ll practice weaponizing pretty sparkles!”

Vaggie: “Thanks, babe.”

Charlie: “What battle weapon-y things should I be practicing with them, in practice?”

Vaggie: “Uhhh make it a reflex, fine tune your aim…”

Charlie: “Fun!”

Vaggie: “Figuring out how to not blind everyone else too would be good.”

Charlie: “That’s a good point, hmm-”

Charlie: “-Ohhhhh I could make the lights SMALL. Very small, so they don’t do much on their own- then only someone who’s super close and I’m aiming for and who gets a face FULL of them would really be blinded!”

Vaggie: “You’re so smart.”  

Charlie: “OH MY GOSH I COULD THROW GLITTER BOMBS!”

Vaggie: “That honestly sounds terrifying. I love it.”

Charlie: “HEHEHHEHEH.”

Charlie: (smooches her)

Charlie: “We’ll stay together in the fight so you can have front row seats to the light show, okay?”

Vaggie: "... we can try to..."

Charlie: "Will. We will stay together."

Vaggie: “… and, you’ll practice hard until then.”

Charlie: “I will!”

Vaggie: (lets out breath) “Then we’ll be okay. And also sparkly.”

Charlie: “Same thing~”

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

Naked In New Orleans

Chapter 2 - The Introduction Part 2.

Word Count: 2974.

TW: Talks of r@pe and more CM case details.

Summary: The aftermath of what could've been, and the case gets closed; numbers are exchanged.

~~~

Neither JJ or Y/N slept for the rest of that night. After the phone call from Emily and Derek, the detective persuaded the liaison stay over (considering they'd both drunk a fair bit), opting to take the couch, since it would be less awkward than the possibility of having to talk about what almost was. Though, once getting calls from Hotch and Will individually to get in asap, the building tension was a little harder to ignore.

You were pulled from your thoughts on how to approach the conversation upon seeing Will and JJ enter the open area of the PD's office.

"We need to set up a press conference." The blonde stated, walking alongside your brother, as he finished up a conversation with one of the officers.

"I'm not making a media spectacle out of this." Will argued, trying to shut down the request.

"People need to know that this killer's a woman." The liaison fought back, as the detective turned to face her.

"Look, tourists are just starting to filter back here. I can't create mass hysteria in a city trying to rebuild." He reasoned, hoping to get the woman to see his side of things. "Besides, we'll be playing right into her hands."

"So be it." JJ shot back, starting to grow tired of having to persuade him to let her do her job, before recomposing herself, and lowering her voice slightly. "I'm trying not to go above your head here." She added.

"I got that." Will replied, before walking off.

"Then set up the press conference." The blonde said, silently hoping that he would listen to her.

"Hey, everything okay?" Y/N asked, walking over to where JJ was stood, handing her the cup of coffee you just got from the machine in your office, noting the mildly frustrated look on her face.

"Yeah, thanks. Just get tired of having to negotiate with all the nitty gritty stuff, sometimes." She responded, rubbing her hands over her eyes, and yawning softly, before taking the cup from you.

"You get any sleep at all last night?" The detective questioned, her worry for the liaison more than a little surprising.

"Like 3 hours, on and off, I think; I'll be fine." JJ waved off, taking a small sip of coffee.

"Well, make sure you look after yourself." She said, pausing for a moment, not entirely sure it was the right time. "Are we okay? I know that last night could've easily gone further, and I wanna make sure you're still comfortable with working with me."

"Mhmm- Yeah, we're fine; don't worry about it. I mean, I don't have any regrets if that's what you're getting at." The liaison replied.

"Oh okay, that's good. I just wanted to make sure." Y/N said, the reassurance and small smile on JJ's face making you wanna kiss her even more, as Emily walked over to the pair.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's been another murder." The raven-haired girl stated.

Upon returning from the newest crime scene, the two of you and Hotch were updated on the latest details, as well as the game-plan for tonight; Reid, Morgan, Prentiss, Gideon, JJ, and Will were hitting the town, scouting potential suspects, while you and Hotch stayed behind to triple-check the evidence you already had.

---

The next morning, with yet another body turning up (assumedly dumped early that morning), tensions were running high and the want/need to solve this case was becoming irritatingly desperate.

"She's mocking us," Will stated, as Reid, JJ, Prentiss and Gideon joined the both detectives. "And she's true to her word."

"What is that?" JJ asked, as Reid crouched down to pull a folded up piece of paper from the victims mouth.

"It's a note from the UnSub for your father." Reid replied, looking between Y/N and Will, both of whom looked increasingly on edge, like if the wrong thing was said, once of them would explode.

"Dear Boss, he wanted it. With that sharp tongue and vulgar hand. Thought you'd like to know another will soon get what he deserves. Yours truly." Gideon read off, after Reid handed him the letter.

"Is it possible that she considers herself a vigilante?" Emily offers, reciting part of the letter. "Another will soon get what he deserves."

"Well, maybe she's contacting your father not because he was the lead detective on the case, but because she believes he'd understand." Gideon added, addressing the pair.

"Oh great, he can understand a serial-killer-to-be, but not his daughter when she's going through a load of shit; that's nice." Y/N muttered sarcastically, her mind clearly not thinking about the case right now.

"Phoenix, stop; this isn't the time-" Will started, subtly trying to keep a lid on things.

"Don't call me that! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?!" The detective snapped, looking as if she were about to punch her brother, before taking a deep breath to compose herself, and pushing past the group. "I need a smoke."

JJ went to follow after her, before having her wrist grabbed by Will.

"Leave her for a minute; she gets like this sometimes." The other detective said, his words holding a hint of irritation and disgust in their tone.

"Can you think of a woman in your dad's life he helped through a tough time? Could be a police officer, or a prostitute he helped get off the streets." Emily asked, drawing their attention back to the case.

"No, he hasn't dealt with prostitutes since he worked in sex crimes." Will replied, unsure of their current thought process.

"The UnSub wrote 'He was asking to be ripped. I just couldn't help myself, he wanted it.' What if she's mirroring the man who raped her?" Reid suggested, his hypothesis making a great deal of sense.

"Our Sex Crimes files are stored in the same place as Homicide, most of it washed away." The detective stated, suspecting that was going to be the next question.

"Did your dad have a partner?" JJ asked, figuring it was worth a shot.

"Uh yeah, J.R. Smith; Smitty they call him." Will responded. "They had a falling-out, I don't know what about, but they stopped talking after my daddy left Sex Crimes."

"Would you have a problem contacting him?" Gideon questioned.

"Not if it means breaking this case." He replied, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

"Hang on a second guys-" Reid pipped up, lifting the victim's left hand, a stamp on the back of it.

"I'll be damned." Will said exasperatedly. "The stamp is admittance to the 'Mon Cherie', it's a bar on the French Quarter; 9 years ago it was called 'Jones'."

---

After a brief phone call with Garcia, being re-joined by Y/N, and dropping Reid back off at the station, the rest of the group headed to what used to be 'Jones' bar, to meet Will Lamontagne Senior's old partner to discuss the details of a call from 9 years prior.

"Smitty, how are you? Been a long time." You greeted, holding a hand out to him, as the others were stood behind you.

"I hope you got a good reason to be dragging this crap up." He answered, staying firmly in his seat.

"We were hoping you might remember being called here with our daddy 'bout 9 years ago." Will jumped in.

"Is that a joke?" Smitty scoffed.

"My name's Jason Gideon, we're with the FBI." Gideon piped up, tilting his head slightly toward JJ and Prentiss, who were stood next to him. "As you can imagine we're stereotypically not in the business of joking around."

"They're here investigating a series of murders along the French Quarter." Y/N filled in, hoping to hurry this along.

"What's that got to do with me?" The man questioned, seeming to grow irritated by this conversation.

"We need you to tell us what happened the night you and Detective Lamontagne responded to a call from this bar." Emily answered.

"Are we missing something here?" You asked, noticing the dirty looks he was giving to you and Will.

"You two really don't know, do you?" Smitty asked. "After that night, your daddy tried to bring me up on sanctions. It was Mardi Gras, some girl claimed she was raped in this bar; I wasn't buying it."

"What did she say happened to her?" JJ asked, quietly assuming the same thing as you and Emily; this guy's a prick.

"Brass backed me up. They ended up transferring your daddy out to shut him up." He replied, trying to justify it.

"What happened here?" Gideon reiterated. Apparently you three weren't the only ones who thought her was a prick.

"My best recollection, she said she was sat up at the bar with two of her friends." Smitty started, getting up from his seat, and making his way over to the staircase next to the bar. "One of the boys asked if she wanted to play some pool; witnesses claimed she was up for anything."

"She followed him up there?" Emily assumed, nodding her head to the stairs he was stood by.

"His friend not far behind, she knew he was there." He added.

"Did she yell out for help?" Emily questioned him again.

"Claimed she did, but not a single person cooperated hearing her. She was a tease, practically begging for a good time." The man stated, trying to justify it, yet again.

"And what, you were there, were you? You know that for a fact?" Y/N prodded, leaning her weight to the right foot.

"You can't blame a couple guys for going along with that." Smitty replied, crossing his arms.

"I can actually. See what you've just recollected, and the way my mama raised me; I'd class that as rape, not a disturbance." The detective snarked, her previously neglected accent bleeding through slightly, clearly not the type of person to take shit from anybody; especially pig-headed men.

"It was Mardi Gras. Listen to me, that girl had enough beads hanging around her neck to jewel a small city. Anyone exposes themselves that much in one day isn't a reliable witness in my book." He addressed, sitting himself at the bar.

"But she wanted to press charges?" Will questioned; five for five, wow this asshole sucks.

"I told her it was a waste of time-" Smitty started, before being cut off.

"Oh wow, the only societally correct thing you've said today." Y/N interjected, rolling her eyes at his next comment.

"Besides, I knew one of the accused; he was a good kid. He didn't need the stink of that kind of accusation." He continued.

"So you protected a rapist?" Gideon confronted, sitting on the barstool next to him, which caused the other man to scoff.

"Well, that right there was a bone of contention between their daddy and I. As far as I was concerned, no rape ever took place." Smitty said. "Now, you wanna tell me why you went and dragged this dirt back through my life?"

"We have good reason to believe that the person who's been cutting men up along the French Quarter was the victim on the call you and our dad responded to." Y/N stated, a slight smug look crossing her face when she saw his face drop.

"We need her name." Gideon added a few moments later.

"You don't remember her name?" Emily questioned, with a slightly defeated look on her face; this son of a bitch.

"It was nine years ago." He argued.

"What about the name of the 'good kid' that raped her?" JJ quipped.

"You tell us right now, or I swear to whatever God's listening that I'll file another sanction against you, and I'll make it stick. Better yet, have you arrested by these guys for obstruction of justice, and withholding critical information from an ongoing federal investigation." The detective exclaimed, seeing him lower his head slightly.

---

Back at the station, after picking up the 'good kid' aka Mr Tibideaux, JJ and Emily were sat in the interrogation room with him, Y/N stood in the corner as a precaution and intimidation strategy Hotch suggested.

"Mr Tibideaux, we need you to answer a few questioned about a disturbance you were involved with in 1998." Prentiss started, folding her arms over her chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He answered; typical.

"At a bar called 'Jones'. It was Mardi Gras." JJ filled in, causing the suspect to chuckle.

"You know, then I must've been drinking or something, cause I don't remember a thing." The boy responded.

"We need the name of your accuser." Emily said, deciding to try a new angle, and just get straight to the point.

"The statue of limitations is up, we just need a name." JJ reiterated, not wanting to hear a 'I didn't do anything' speech.

"Someone accuses me of rape, I'm gonna remember their name." The raven-hair agent stated, moving to sit down.

"You know, I'm guessing if someone did do something to that girl that night, then she was probably asking for it. Maybe even liked it." Mr Tibideaux replied, trying to irritate the three of them.

"How'd you know it was a girl? Guy's get raped, too, y'know?" Y/N questioned, deciding to ignore her brother's instructions; don't get involved, just stand there. Only intervene if thing's start to get dicey.

The guy's face fell; they had him. One more blow, and they'd have the name, and hopefully catch her in time.

"She murdered these men," JJ explained, laying out the pictures of the bodies from the case file on the table in front of him. "And I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before she works her way back to the one she really wants to kill."

"You still think she liked it?" Emily asked, leaning back in her chair.

Sarah Danlin, 1141 Sherman Avenue. Dropped out of med-school at Tulane right after the rape occurred.

Emily, Gideon, Will, and Morgan headed to her address, while you, Hotch, JJ, and Reid went to a motel room she rented an hour prior, after Reid earlier pointed out that after the double murder, Jack the Ripper mutilated and dismembered Mary Kelly in her one room flat.

"FBI! Drop the knife!" Hotch shouted, bursting inside with Reid trailing behind him, you and JJ mirroring them, guns drawn and pointed at her.

"He wanted it." Sarah said, staying firmly in her place on the bed. "He wanted it, and he got it."

"What are you waiting for?" She asked, turning to face you.

"Sarah, I don't want to shoot you, trust me. Just put the knife." Y/N explained, inching slightly further toward her, and holstering your firearm.

"Be a shame to waste this." The woman stated, the weapon still in her hand.

"Hey, Sarah- Look at me, okay? My name's Y/N Lamontagne, you remember my dad, right? You trusted him, because he believed you; I believe you, too, so trust me." You negotiated, moving a little closer to her, noticing her expression soften.

"Where is he?" Sarah questioned, her voice wavering slightly.

"He's gone, the storm took him. We've been getting your letters, though; me and my brother, that is. We believe you. So put down the knife, and we can get you help, okay?" The detective explained.

"Come on, it's over." Y/N said, as a tear fell down the woman's face, and her grip on the knife loosened, before dropping it on the mattress.

"We need EMT techs, right now." Hotch said through comms, as Sarah got off the bed, and you cradled her close to your chest, your heart aching for her.

Once the paramedics loaded the would-be-victim into the ambulance, and Sarah was carted off in one of the New Orleans PD squad cars, JJ approached you as you were leant against another police car after she finished up talking to the press.

"Hey, you okay?" The liaison asked, tilting her head to the side. God, how does she look so pretty all the time?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just gets a bit heavy, sometimes." Y/N responded, wiping the palm of her right hand over her face.

"What you did in there-" JJ started, looking slightly closer at the detective's face, her eyes glassing over a bit. "Your dad would be really proud of you." She spoke.

"Well, I did serve my country because of him, so I should think he would be." The woman brushed off, not letting her face show how much those words meant to her.

"You're a military brat?" The blonde questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Not exactly. Though, I apologise; I don't usually mention the whole army-get-up until the third date." Y/N stated, clicking her tongue and sighing softly. "And now you're leaving; how will I cope with a pretty girl like you being so far away?"

"Doesn't have to be that far." JJ shrugged, handing the other woman a piece of paper.

Unfolding it, the detective furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "I already have your work number."

"That's actually my personal cell; only like a handful of people have it." The liaison explained, bumping shoulders with her.

"Oh yeah? I'm that important to you, am I?" The other woman joked, pocketing the piece of paper.

"Up to you." JJ said, before standing up straight, kissing your cheek, and walking away. "See ya."

"Stop being a weirdo." Will spoke after a few moments, pulling you from your thoughts, as you watched JJ walk away. "Cmon, it's hometime."

"I'm gonna marry that girl one day." Y/N stated, turning to face her brother, which caused him to scoff.

"In your dreams." He said, getting into the driver's side of the cop car.

"Damn right, in my dreams." You muttered, before walking around the back of the car, and getting into the passenger seat.

~~~

Taglist: @chestnutninny

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Another one done, and at least a whole day before I expected it to be released, wooo!!

Please let me know if anyone else would like to be added to the NINO taglist, and I'll be more than happy to do so. See you in the next one.

-Harlow

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Rose Recaps Rose Tinted Glasses It's been three months since I made a post thanking this community for being a place for me to share my love of BL.

And since then, every day I feel a little bit more comfortable here.

This place is so special to me for so many reasons and the fact that I found it is a small miracle. I was talking with my friend Neely about something BL related and they told me that they think I'm doing much better since I came here. So thanks again.

I was never a part of any online fandom. And before BL I never really felt like I was missing something. Maybe because I always found someone irl that I could freak out about whatever I was watching I never really felt the need to go look.

And the people here are exceptionally kind. Before, I made a point to never engage much online, except for certain support groups, because of the hate that sometimes exists in certain spaces. So I was very much surprised by the kind humans that exist in this bl fandom in this corner of the internet.

Also. There is some serious brilliant people here. Look giffing is not easy, it takes a long time, sometimes you spend so much time with a set only to hate it by the end and never posting it. And sometimes you post something and you're really proud and crickets. And sometimes you post it just so it doesn't go to waste and all of a sudden it explodes. It's all part of the magic.

I keep my sets pretty simple so I'm in awe of how some people make these beautiful art pieces with layers and colouring and typography. It's incredible and I applaud your creativity and patience.

Speaking of brilliance, I'm constantly in awe of the meta writers. That shit is not easy.

It takes way longer than we think, to make it neat and readable, adding gifs or shots to illustrated a point, sometimes wasting so much time finding the gif you want in the mess that is the gif search (I understand it now, cause yesterday I was on the hunt and it would've been quicker to make the damn gifs), and reviewing it before posting, changing it in the process, sometimes leaving it in drafts because the idea is not completed. I'm tired just thinking about this. I'm not able to do that. Sure I can talk for hours about this stuff but actually organize my ideas into a coherent point of view and writing it down. Nope. Not me. So bravo meta writers. I applaud you.

And of course all the people that share the stuff that really matters. Like the colours, the wardrobe, the places we see, the news about what's coming, language nuances, pictures of the pretty people in sometimes ridiculous or beautiful outfits, sometimes the pretty people before shirts were invented, and some of the funniest commentary I ever encountered.

I don't wanna single people out by tagging them because truly there are way too many. So I just want to thank some people that helped me navigate this place and made this time so enjoyable. First and foremost. @twig-tea You were the first person I talked to here and you were so kind and patient with me and my awkwardness and lack of knowledge of how this place works. She also writes great meta and is brilliant and everyone should be following her. @lurkingshan because of the Sahara-Sensei post that you tagged me in and made me feel so seen. @pharawee because IFYLITA just wouldn't have been the same without your sets. @respectthepetty because she helped get the colour coded subs right and she appreciates the bokeh in all its glory. @itsallaboutbl for screaming with me in portuguese. @mikuni14 Because she's been so incredible kind to me. @iguessitsjustme because of many reasons. And If I ever reblogged anything from you, consider yourself tagged in this post. All of you are amazing. And finally...

@blmpff for a lot but mostly for the most unexpected and incredible moment I experienced in this short time. The day that a bird took over my dash. Khun Feathers was such a treat and this masterpiece was the highlight of the day.

image by @blmpff It's been a wonderful year and I look forward to see what happens tomorrow. Wishing you all a happy new year!💜

[hippiegoth97]

Last Christmas: An Eddie Munson x Reader Holiday Story Pt. 2

Description: You and the gang play White Elephant, opening and stealing one another's gifts. You end up with a present you least expect, and share a dance with friends. When you and Eddie take a turn on the dance floor, things get a little too close for comfort. Can you and Eddie salvage your relationship, or are you too far gone?

Warnings: swearing, female reader, drug use, alcohol use, angst, heartbreak, crying, light smut mention, fluff

Last Christmas Pt. 2

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes...

Eddie's POV

You watch silently as Y/N walks towards the rear of Harrington's humble home with Robin and Argyle to have a little smoke session. Usually you'd join them, since you're quite the stoner yourself. But you can see you're far from welcome, she wants absolutely nothing to do with you. Her words earlier, no feelings at all, ring in your head over and over. "You good, Munson?" Steve asks once the trio slide the glass door shut behind them.

"Not really. But that doesn't really matter, does it?" You say bitterly, taking a swig of your eggnog. Usually you hate the stuff, but you've been steadily consuming it to keep yourself in one piece. Seeing Y/N again feels just as awful as the day she left and never came back.

"Don't say that, man. Of course it does." Jonathan pipes up, flashing you an apologetic look. You just shrug in response, unsure of what else to say. You really wish you weren't having this conversation at all. Clearly you have no chance of getting Y/N back, so what's the point of rehashing the same old shit?

"Even so, do you guys really wanna hear about my extinct love life for the millionth time? It's Christmas, there's supposed to be music and presents and all that holly jolly crap. Maybe I should go, I don't wanna bring you guys down all night." You start getting up to leave, but everyone quickly protests. You sigh, plopping back down into your chair. You know for a fact they'd sooner tie you down than let you walk out that door. There's more of them than there are of you, and Steve is ridiculously strong. "Fine! I'll stay! But can we drop it? Please? I'm hangin' on by a thread as it is." You sniffle, exhaling sharply as tears prick your tired eyes.

"Eddie, we really think you need to have a talk with Y/N." Dustin says, looking away from the claymation elves singing about making toys to speak to you seriously.

You just shake your head, the thought of that alone makes you want to off yourself. "Nah, man. She wants nothin' to do with me. And I don't blame her." Your voice trembles slightly. Goddammit, here come the waterworks.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, dude. Robin told me Y/N still sleeps in your old t-shirt. She used to sniff it for the scent of you when she thought Robin wasn't looking. She cried for hours when it didn't smell like you anymore. And she hums your guys' song all the time without realizing it, "Beast of Burden", right?" Your eyes widen at Steve telling you this. The possibility that Y/N doesn't completely hate you blows your mind. Since the day she walked out the door, she's never contacted you again. She had Robin pick up any of her stuff still at your place, exchanging it for the things you left with her. The only thing missing was that beat-up Mötley Crüe t-shirt, you figured you'd lost it while you were drunk or something.

"Either way, I don't think she's in the mood to talk. I don't wanna hurt her again." You really don't get why everyone seems to have planned this ambush tonight. No doubt Robin and Argyle are working their mojo on Y/N to convince her to speak with you. You'd love it if she did, but you can see it now. She's letting them have an earful, telling them to mind their own fucking business. She's so damn stubborn, it's one of the million things you love about her. Loved, you mentally correct yourself.

"But you're both sitting here like goddamn ticking time bombs. Any minute, you're bound to explode. Unless you resolve this. We're not saying you'd necessarily get back together, but it would be good for both of you to work towards being able to tolerate sitting in the same room." Nancy takes her turn now, and you just roll your eyes.

"You guys really can't let this go, can you? Why do you care so much about mine and Y/N's relationship anyways?" You finish the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the floor. You cross your arms in frustration, waiting for this stupid talk to be over.

"No, we can't let it go. Because you and Y/N are our friends, and we love you. And we've had to sit and watch you both be in pain for months. And none of us can make that hurt go away, only you guys can do that." Mike says, hoping you understand how hard it's been for everyone to watch you and Y/N suffer.

You sigh, dragging your palms down your face. Partially in aggravation, and partially to wipe your tears away. "Fuck! Fine! But I'm not gonna force it. If she won't talk, I'm gonna let her be. Fair enough?"

The group nods in agreement, murmuring various 'yes's and 'okay's as they finally drop the subject. "I'm gonna go get the others from outside. I'd say now's as good a time as ever to start the game." Max says, standing up from her cozying up to Lucas. She walks to the door, sliding it open before shouting into the cold. "Hey, potheads! Hurry up, it's time for presents!"

Y/N POV

"Alright, who wants to pick the first gift?" Jonathan asks, taking on the task of supervising this little game. Nobody volunteers, when Robin speaks up.

"How about we have Y/N go first?" She smiles at you, trying to get you in the spirit of things. You roll your eyes, she's incorrigible sometimes.

"Uh, sure. Step on up, Y/N." Jonathan says awkwardly. You take a deep breath, standing up slowly as the weed has finally decided to kick in. You walk over to the tree, looking over the plentiful pile of presents wrapped in shiny paper. You pick up a smaller one, leaving the larger gifts for the others. You return to your seat to open it, tearing the paper to reveal a jar of soaking salts.

"Ooh! These'll make bathtime very relaxing!" You say cheerily, showing everyone what you got. You actually really like this present, long hot baths are one of your favorite ways to relieve stress. Everyone murmurs in agreement, and Robin goes next. She gets a matching hat and glove set, which looks very cozy. Next is Argyle, who opens up a box of fancy chocolates.

"Sweet! I've got major munchies, man!" Argyle says, opening the box and taking one of the sweets out of its wrapper before popping it into his mouth.

"Well, safe to say that gift is out of play now." Jonathan shakes his head, his poor friend clearly doesn't understand the rules. Nobody seems to mind though, it's just chocolate. Next to pick a present is Nancy, who decides to steal your bath salts. You stand up to open another present, which turns out to be a Magic 8 Ball. You're less enthused about this item, but you figure one of the kiddos will take it off your hands at some point.

"Okay, my turn!" Steve says while rubbing his hands together. He picks up a gift bag, pulling a pack of warm socks from under the tissue paper. "Wow, just what I wanted." He says sarcastically, wondering if his parents secretly put a gift of their own in the bunch before leaving town.

"I will happily take those off your hands, Stevie." Eddie says, holding out his hands for Steve to toss him the socks. He catches them with ease, placing them in his lap. Your eyes meet again, and he instinctively gives you a small smile. You return it out of reflex, before realizing who you're looking at. You quickly frown instead, turning away to see what Steve reveals this time. It's a D&D starter set.

"Dammit." Steve mutters, cursing his inability to pick one of the better presents. Next up is Will, taking a chance with a larger box. He tears the paper away, revealing a portable radio.

"Nice!" Will says, very pleased with this find. Jonathan and the rest of the kids take their turns, most opting to open a brand new gift as opposed to stealing someone else's. The next six gifts are a Stephen King novel, the Star Wars trilogy on VHS, a Santa Claus mug with hot cocoa mix, a sketchbook, a knitted blanket, and a Walkman. Max steals the D&D set from Steve, deciding to give the game a try since the boys love it so much. Steve gets to pick for a third time, and he ends up with a thick, cozy scarf.

"Now this I can live with." Steve says, smirking as he’s got something he actually wants. Erica is last, taking your 8 Ball for herself. She claims she'll use it to make any and all further decisions for the foreseeable future. This leaves you empty handed once again, and there's only one gift left beneath the tree. Jonathan hands it to you, and everyone watches in anticipation to see what's inside.

You tear open the paper, pulling the lid off the flimsy box beneath. And inside, is a Santa hat. With devil horns glued onto it. Just like Eddie's. Leave it to you to end up with the gift that your ex-boyfriend brought. The room goes completely silent, and you don't know what to say. Your eyes dart across the room to him again, and he tries his hardest to silently apologize. You can feel the others watching you two, waiting to see what happens next. You look away, inspecting the hat for a moment. You rub your fingers over the fuzzy material, smiling slightly at the hand-stitched letters that spell 'SATAN' on the white brim. "You can trade with me if you want, Y/N." Robin offers, extending her gift to you.

"No, it's fine! It's a cute hat, cheeky." You giggle genuinely, it really plays into the sense of humor you and Eddie used to share. You wanna be a good sport, and not hurt his feelings. You pick up the hat, settling it on top of your head with a big smile on your face. It's very warm, but comfortable. You imagine you look a little silly, but you don't mind it one bit.

"Alright then, looks like the game is over. Anyone need a refill?" Jonathan asks, and every adult's hand goes up into the air. You may have graciously accepted your present, but the tension in the room has only gotten worse. You and Eddie keep looking at each other curiously, but avert your gaze when either of you get caught staring. "Yeah, sounds about right." Jonathan sighs, gathering everyone's glasses to head into the kitchen.

"You really don't mind it?" Eddie asks as the others move on to other activities. The kiddos open Max's D&D box, showing her how to build a character and how the game works. Nancy gets up to put on some music, picking out a Rolling Stones album from Steve's extensive collection. Some Girls, to be exact.

"Not at all, Eds. You know I love shit like this." You reply, realizing you just used his nickname. Maybe you don't need that refill after all. His eyes widen when he realizes what you said, hoping this means you'll talk to him...and maybe take him back. "Don't get any ideas, Munson. I'll get back together with you when hell freezes over." You quip, not meaning it in a hurtful way whatsoever.

"Well, we are in Hawkins in the middle of winter. I'd say that's pretty close." He retorts, making you laugh. It's been so long since he's done that, and you can't help missing it. Jonathan returns with the drinks, and you decide to throw caution to the wind and keep drinking. You're feeling warm and fuzzy inside, despite the perfect storm brewing between you and Eddie. You put it aside for the time being, focusing on enjoying the night with your friends. All your friends.

For the first time in what feels like forever, the group as a whole is able to fall back into the familiar groove you used to share. There's no more worried glances, awkward silences, or talks about your past relationship. Everyone's joking, laughing, and having a great fuckin' time. You have a dance with a few members of your little band of misfits. Steve, Robin, even Dustin. You can't stop smiling, downing a steady stream of eggnog the whole way to keep yourself merry and bright.

You're having a rather uncoordinated turn with Argyle, when the record begins to play a tune you haven't heard in an eternity. "Beast of Burden", the song you and Eddie once claimed as yours. You stop moving, noticing him walking over to you. He's taking his shot, hoping this is enough. "Mind if I cut in?" You look at him, finding his impossibly large brown eyes gazing at you expectantly. He gives you a kind smile, holding out his ringed hand.

"Fuck it! I'm pretty wasted. And everyone else has had a turn. Why not?" You reply with a hiccuping giggle. You take his hand, letting him pull you into his space. He clasps your fingers together, his other hand going to the small of your back. You put yours on his shoulder, sharing an awkward look as Mick Jagger begins to sing.

I'll never be your beast of burden. My back is broad, but it's a-hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. The opening lines remind you of the first time you heard this song with Eddie. It was late one night, in the fall if you recall it correctly. You'd gone on a long drive all over town, not caring about the final destination as there wasn't really one in mind. The radio played real low, and you smoked cigarette after cigarette while staring out the window at the full moon while Eddie drove. Conversation was light, the two of you in comfortable bliss. And then the opening riff spilled forth from the worn stereo speakers in his van, prompting him to turn the volume up. "Shit, this is one of my favorites." You remember him saying, smiling at you to see if you also recognized it. You hadn't heard it before, but you listened closely to the words.

I'll never be your beast of burden. I've walked for miles, my feet are hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. Eddie sang along with Mick, in perfect key at that. It was far from the first time you'd heard his deep, sultry tone. He is in a metal band, after all. But nevertheless, he enchanted you time and time again. And this particular evening from the recesses of your memory was no different. You watched his lips open and close in various shapes to form the lyrics, his face dimly lit by every passing street lamp. This dashboard performance in particular felt different from the others. He was tenderly asking you for something. To love him forever, to have him as yours the same as he wanted to keep you for his own.

You gladly granted the request, your heart soaring across the universe at the thought of never letting Eddie go. When the song was reaching its end, you had ended up at the edge of Lover's Lake. The maddening man in the sky reflected upon the still, black waters. Stars twinkled overhead, it was the most beautiful night. Eddie killed the ignition, inviting you to the back of the van like he'd done so many times before. You followed him like a moth to a flame, letting him lay you down on the mismatched blankets splayed about the floor. You made the sweetest love you'd ever had, sealing your promise that you thought would never be broken.

The two of you sway to the music, slowly rotating in a cautious waltz. You do your best to loosen up, bringing yourself a bit closer. Eddie's had a considerable amount to drink too, playfully crooning the lyrics of the song to you. Just like the old days. "Am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see." Your smile grows wider at him singing for you, you used to love it when he did this. His voice is gorgeous, and he made you feel like the most special person in the world when he'd serenade you with your favorite songs.

The others pretend not to stare as they make their own pairings to dance. You ignore their approving glances and nods. It's like everyone else disappears, leaving only you and Eddie in the room anymore. Your movements are more fluid now, facilitated by the weed and alcohol. You let Eddie lean down to softly sing the repeating 'pretty, pretty girl' part of the song in your ear. His chest is flush against yours, and it's almost as if you've never been apart. You want so badly to just smash the walls down, and let him back in. Nostalgia and longing wash over you, tempting you to take what you've been wanting since the day you walked away.

He pulls back a moment, meeting your hazy eyes. You can see loud and clear that he still loves you, and he can tell you're mirroring the sentiment back at him. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the pace staying in sync with yours. Your mouths are dangerously close together, and your breath fans in each other's faces. The sickly sweet scent of rum and sugar cookies wafts between you. He tries to make a move to kiss you, and you almost lean into it. But when you really look at him, you can't help remembering how you two ended in the first place.

You drop his hand and push him away, a single tear falling from your eye. "I-I can't." You choke out the words, frantically looking at everyone staring at you.

"Y/N-" Eddie takes a step forward, reaching for your arm.

"Don't!" You back up again while shaking your head, turning away to leave the room. You push past Nancy and Jonathan, and you begin to sob uncontrollably. You make a break for the stairs, your heels thumping as you bound up each step.

"Go after her, you idiot!" Steve yells to Eddie, and you try to find a place to hide. It's too much, you can't just pretend he didn't break your heart into a million pieces. You can't act like everything's okay now, because it isn't. You hear another set of shoes coming up from the ground floor, just as you run into Steve's parents' room. You slam the door and click the lock, leaning against the wood while your chest heaves.

"Y/N?" You hear Eddie's voice from the other side. Why can't he just leave you alone?

"Go away, Eddie. I can't do this." You say through your tears, pulling the Santa hat from your head. You don't want to wear it anymore. You toss it across the room, refusing to look at it again. You slide down to the floor, your knees tented in front of you. Your head falls in your hands, tears and saliva soaking through your dress.

"Y/N, please? I just wanna talk." You can hear the pain in his voice, and you fucking hate it. You hear him shuffling to sit on the other side of the door, his own stifled cries spilling out. His hand brushes the finished wood, wishing he could feel you through it. "Baby, please. I-" He begs.

"Don't call me that! You lost the right to use that name a long time ago." You shout, turning around to face the solid barrier between you.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Just...I don't wanna be like this anymore." His voice trembles, he's just as shaken to the core as you are.

"I don't either, Eddie. But what else is there? You ended us, when I thought you'd never do that."

"I know. And I'm a fucking idiot." Eddie replies through clenched teeth, he's so frustrated with himself for making such a dumb decision.

"Well, at least you admit it." You can't help cracking this small joke, making both of you laugh on either side of the door. Even though you can't see each other, you know exactly how the other's face and body language looks with every passing word.

"Steve said you still sleep in my shirt. Is that true?" He asks, unable to rein in his curiosity. You gasp at the question, Robin must've said something to him.

"Yes." You say softly, not wanting to admit it. "But only because it's comfortable." You try to make up an excuse, but you already know he doesn't believe you. "Robin said you were really messed up after I left. Is that true too?" You figure you might as well get some confirmation of your own while you're trapped in here.

"Shit, yeah. I don't think I had a sober moment for at least two weeks after you left. It was awful. But I couldn't stand to keep being reminded of you at every turn." Eddie recalls how those drunken, drug-addled days played out. He woke up late, head pounding from the night before. He'd crack open another beer, and smoke a blunt or two before breakfast. All he could manage to eat during that time was Honeycomb cereal and Poptarts. Not to say those stayed in his stomach long, far from it.

By lunchtime he'd be face-first in the porcelain throne, rejecting every last bit of sugary snacks and booze. And the cycle would continue. More alcohol, toss some cocaine in the mix, another joint, or a few. Reefer Rick even threatened to cut off his supply if he didn't stop consuming all the product. He had to work twice as hard to recoup the cost of the illicit substances. And all that did was further remind him of how he lost you.

"Jesus, Eddie. I'm sorry." You can't help feeling bad when you hear the words from his own lips. A secondhand story doesn't have nearly the same impact.

"Not your fault. I did this, remember?" This is absolutely killing you, you can't stand the sullen tone in his voice. It makes you want to unlock the door, to allow him back where he clearly belongs. But that's not enough. You can't put the past behind you and give it a second try so easily. Especially when he could just as easily break your heart again, deeming himself unworthy of you. Just like last time.

"Why did you? We had a good thing, didn't we?" You really want to understand why he made that decision all those months ago. He technically gave you a reason, but was that really enough to end a relationship?

"Of course we did, Y/N. It was the best thing I've ever had in my entire life." Eddie says, complete and total regret working its way through his body. It cuts like a knife, deep and jagged. More tears spring from his eyes, tapping wetly as they land on the hardwood floor below him. His heart aches for you more than he ever thought possible. You're so close, and yet you're a million miles away. If he wanted to act selfishly, he'd smash this damn door to pieces and scoop you into his arms. But he won't, because it's not what you want. And that's the only thing that has ever mattered to him.

"Then why?" You hoarsely croak out the words. You're fighting to swallow a wedge in your throat, it's grating and bitter. Like a lump of coal scraping your esophagus. You press your hand against the door, laying your head beside it. You want to be closer to him in this silly, small way.

"Well, it's like I said before. I didn't feel like I was enough for you. You were starting college soon, and I know you're gonna be something great." Eddie smiles slightly at that thought. You have big dreams of saving the world, changing it for the better. He'd listen to you talk for hours about cleaning up the oceans or regulating big corporations that over-pollute. Seeing your eyes light up when you cared about something made him even more helplessly in love with you. "Whereas, I'm gonna be stuck flipping burgers or fixing cars my whole life. Would you really wanna spend your days with someone like that?"

"I told you before, I didn't care about that. I just wanted to be with you. What you did for a job or how much money you had was always a non-factor for me. People do those things their whole lives, and there's nothing wrong with that." You reassure him, speaking sincerely. Just because others may look down upon those who work in 'unskilled' jobs, that doesn't make them worthless.

"But how could I provide for you when I make shit pay like that? You deserve someone who can take care of you, Y/N." You really have no idea why Eddie insists on this idea that he has to be the big spender in the relationship. It's oddly old-fashioned for someone like him.

"Eddie, did I ever say I wanted you to be the 'provider' in our relationship? You know better than anyone I don't subscribe to medieval ideals like that." You don't mean to come off so harsh, but it's a bit annoying that he seems to ignore this rather fundamental thing about you. "Plus, you provided plenty. You were kind, sweet, and loving. You comforted me in my weakest moments, and we made so many meaningful memories together."

"I know, you're right. The more I say it out loud, the stupider it sounds." He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. But there's something else, something he's kept close to the chest this whole time. You can sense the hesitation in his voice, the little hitch in his breath when he forces his tongue to hold back.

"What is it, Eddie? Please, tell me." You ask quietly, wanting to know what he's been hiding.

"I was afraid you'd outgrow me. You'd slowly earn your degree, make new friends. Then you'd no doubt go wherever the planet needs you, and where would that leave me? You'd see how big and beautiful the world is, and being with me would pale in comparison. And then you'd leave, finding a foxy marine biologist instead or something. Then you'd win some kinda Nobel Prize or some shit, and I'd still be here in Hawkins. With nothing to show for it." He realizes how silly he sounds now, how he's spent so long fantasizing about you leaving him behind.

"Thought about that a lot, did you?" You ask, unable to hide the smirk in your voice. You understand his fears, you'd probably have them too if the roles were reversed.

"Every goddamn day, Y/N." He chuckles again, but he sounds far from happy about it. Your face falls, there must be a way for him to see that his anxieties held no water.

"You do realize I would've taken you with me, right? If your hypotheticals ever came to be, I mean." You speak matter-of-factly.

"Really?" Eddie still doesn't understand, does he? Just as he claims to love you to the ends of the earth and back, you feel just as strongly. If not moreso.

"Yes, you big idiot!" You exclaim, grabbing his attention. "I would've had you by my side every step of the way. We would've moved in together while I went to school. Then after graduation you'd come with me to wherever I was interning at, until I’d eventually lead the charge in some world-saving research. And then you'd be right there in the audience while I accept my 'Nobel Prize or some shit', dressed in a cute tux and everything. And then we'd go home to our house, and our pets or plants or whatever." Eddie's eyes widen at your words, he never imagined that you would actually want to spend the rest of your life with him. Him, the metalhead, freak, loser, asshole that deals drugs.

"Thought about that a lot, did you?" He parrots your previous statement at you, drawing light laughs from both of your mouths.

"Every goddamn day, Eds." Another copied comment, and another slip of his nickname. You're headed for trouble if you don't knock it off.

"Fuck, I wish more than anything I could take it back, Y/N." Eddie says, desperately wanting this conversation to end in reconciliation. He wants you, no, needs you in his life. You're like the sun in the sky, the air in his lungs, the ground beneath his feet, the blood in his veins. You are everything to him.

"So do I." You reply simply, the tears have been steadily pouring from your eyes this whole time. As is the case with Eddie, you suspect.

"Would it be so terrible to try again? I miss you so much, it's killing me." There it is. That oh, so dangerous question. You've been simultaneously dreading it and wishing for it all night. How easy it would be to accept him back into your heart, to reignite the burning flame of love you used to share.

"I miss you too, more than you know. But I don't want to get hurt again. I can't go through the hell you put me in a second time." You sniffle, unable to stop yourself from remembering the endless sob-fest you had at Robin's for the first few days after your breakup.

"I promise, I will never let you go again. I'll never be so fucking stupid." He pleads, yanking at your heartstrings.

"But how do I know for sure, Eddie? I was under the impression that the first time would never come, and it did. Who's to say you won't break us to pieces again when things get tough?" As much as you'd love to be together again, you have valid reservations about the prospect.

He doesn't say anything else for a minute, carefully considering what you've said. He feels so fucking awful for hurting you, and he wants to prove himself worthy of a second chance. "What if we move in together?" He blurts out, as it's the first step in your little fantasy about the future.

You scoff, he can't be serious. "Eddie, you don't have to jump the gun like that."

"I'm serious. I wanna be with you, commit to a life with you. What better way to do that than to get a place together? We could look after New Year's if you want. I think there's a place by-" His tone is frantic now, eager to sell you on the idea.

"Eddie, slow down!" You shout, interrupting his babbling. He shuts his trap, his teeth clacking at the force. "Look, it's really sweet of you to offer. But I think we would need time to get reacquainted first, to see if this would even work again." He perks up at your words, hoping this means you're saying yes to him.

"I'm sorry, you're right. But, does that mean we can give this another shot?" He asks expectantly, crossing his fingers and praying to whatever God is up there that you'll take him back.

You sigh, shaking your head as you giggle at the thought. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this. But yes, we can try again, Eds." You say as you stand up, clicking the lock to open the door. Eddie falls forward into the room, almost smacking his head on the floor. You shriek in surprise, and he bounces back up in no time. He scrambles to his feet, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what feels like hours. He laughs awkwardly, blushing hard as he rubs the back of his neck. You giggle in reply, rolling your eyes at his clumsiness.

You move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck while his go around your waist. You're standing in the threshold of the room, looking up to see some mistletoe hanging right above your heads. "Well, would ya look at that? Seems like the Harringtons have the right idea." Eddie says, returning his gaze to yours. The air between you is different now. It's no longer somber and heartbroken, but filled with unbridled joy and a dash of booze-fueled lust.

"That they do." You reply, just barely above a whisper. You can't stop staring at each other's lips, the familiar scent of Christmas treats dizzying your heads in your proximity. Eddie's just about to bring his lips to yours, when-

To be continued...

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AUUUGH-

Okaysssssss Mooty

Basically the whole villain 4 stuff happens because Callie dies in Splat 2. Marie's low tide ink doesn't work, and agent 4 ends up using g the rainmaker, which really fucks up octavios robot...a bit too much... it explodes, and Callie ends up dieing in Fours arms.

Everyone's sad, and it hits Four the hardest. She believes that it's her fault entirely, and she quits the NSS. She eventually starts doing Grizzco jobs to distract herself. She realizes that "Ah fuck, this is like, genocide or whatever because this is a sentient species and all that." But continues anyways. She eventually makes her way up to the upperanks and meets Mr. Grizz (either through promotions or a some kinda coincidence or whatever). After a special interview, Grizz is like "wanna help me bring back Mammals? You seem like you hate the world." And Alex (4) is like "yeah. Yeah this world fucking sucks. We're obsessed with fashion, world ending threats happen every day, whole species is trapped underground, YOU'RE literally running a genocide company...fuck it, why not? I hate everyone." And they decide to help grizz with his mission.

O.E happens at the same time as this, and it plays out as it does in the games. Eight moves in with Alex, and she shows her around inkopolis and how to live in the city. Eight can practically taste all the nihilism and edge coming from her, but she sees the kindness and joy in her, and wants to pry it out of the shell of hopelessness.

Molly (3) also becomes friends with Alex, and gets a bit closer to her than 8 does. But the still has a shell up, and they still try to break through...

But before they can do that, the world tour happens! And she goes with Pearl and Marina. Alex also takes part in the memverse, with a piece of her soul getting trapped just like the game.

Now, return of the mammalians is going on, and it's all the same, except there is no Mr. Grizz...instead, there's a masked inkling that's at the top of the tower!!! Neo is able to hold them off until Cap (3) gets there, and they run away. In the end, they're able to stop the rocket from launching in the first place and they destroy it.

S.O starts more towards the end of ROTM, and ends well after it. And when 8 gets out, she can't find anyone belonging to the NSS. They've disappeared. She finds clues to go into the Grizzco headquarters. When she gets there, she finds Alex, having captured everyone in the NSS. Marie, Craig, Molly, and Neo are all tied up. Theyre all very bruised and beaten up too. There's also a big plush doll thing of Callie. Button eyes and everything.

Alex is fucking insane right now. They're all cocky and are acting like a typical Villain type. (Think Will Wood's "Main character" for this...thats...honestly what this entire thing spawned from...) and they fight eachother. There are MANY fuzzy octolings that they're fighting as well, and Alex is very dodgy and swift with fighting. It's revealed that their plan is to cover the world with fuzzy ooze with like, 12 rockets. The one in alterna was a test one.

Alex at this point has completely given up on everything, and thinks of herself as a "hero" in a twisted way. She's saving the world by destroying it, a big reset on everyone. Alex is all cocky and shit too, and is constantly talking and mocking them all. 8 eventually frees them all, but She's out if commission for a bit, and Molly steps up to take on Alex. Alex, frustrated with not being able to beat 8, has an idea. They basically Inject fuzzy ooze directly into herself, and gains claws, sharp teeth, heightend senses, she becomes digitigrade, and is stronger overall.

Now...there are 2 ways that this story goes........

""BAD"" ENDING

Molly and Alex fight, it's intense, and Molly is struggling. Alex is screaming and yelling shit like "YOU WERE ALWAYS THE BETTER AGENT WERENT YOU?!?! HUH!?!? LOOK AT YOU KNOW!!!! CANT EVEN STAND UP TO AN INFERIOUR AGENT" and "COME ON "LIVING TSUNAMI"! COME SPLAT ME!!!"

and Molly is like "...fuck dude...I really wish I talked to you more...man I Hate seeing you like this.. please...you were never the worst...why did this happen" in their head.

It ends up with Alex getting a chainsaw, and tackling Molly to the ground. She trys to push it into them, and manages to really fuck up their arm a bit, but Molly gets the strength to push it back...and gets Alex right in the neck...

She lives for a single second, with a smile on their face...and a single tear running down their face...

Molly and 8 now have double trauma. Yaaaaay!!!!!!!

Marie has even more trauma to!!!!!!

All of them do!!!!!

They stop grizzco, but they're not in that good of a mood for celebration...

(Also, I say "bad" ending because it's, like, a negative ending more like. A non-ideal ending really. I don't like "good" and "bad" endings or whatever...)

"GOOD" ENDING

Same shit happens, except Alex ends up breaking down more in the middle of the fight. She says more stuff that's more like her telling the truth about how she feels, instead of just taunting. At one point, Molly tackles her into a hug and says "Alex, it wasn't your fault! Inkopolis wouldve been attacked if you didn't stop them! Please! Callie wouldnt be mad at you!!!"

Alex breaks out, and they fight some more. Three's arm still gets fucked up, but Alex drops the chainsaw, and she dosent die!!! Yay :D!!!!!!

But she's got so much bottled up and fucked up trauma that they become physically ill afterwards. They beet grizz, and Fours recovery starts.

I've gotten all of this from Will Woods "Main character"

I keep imagining an animatic to the song where 8 and 4 fight with "main character"

And another one which is only the lyric portion of "Silly billy" from that hit single fnf mod. Those lyrics are F I R E

Thank you for hitting me with the pan AAAANDNSNFKFKKDNDNFBRBRNGLSLGJNRNSLALAKCNCNC. XBDJDJFJT9RIEIOEKSJELWLRJNFNFKVPXLABEBTKCKSNRNTJFHDHJFNFNFKGOGJVEAKFIJSHWMXNCNSHWI

If anyone has any questions, please ask!!!

[the-haunted-office]

Jonas plops down a couple of very badly wrapped gifts in front of Doom and sits there happily humming to himself. " Go aheaaaad open 'em!!! "

When Doom does so, she'll first find a polished apatite stone in beautiful hues of blue and silver, carved in the shape of a skull and large enough to fit in her hand. The other gift is a rock tumbler!

" For any of your rocks in your collection that you wanna shine up! Also I know you don't believe in all that hippy dippy stuff and I don't really either but apparently apatite has uhhh 'healing' properties wait lemme see what the lady at the store wrote down for me..."

He unfolded a piece of paper and squinted at his terrible writing. " Uhhh 'cleanses emotional baggage and encourages creative thinking outside of the box, absorbs heavy feelings and elevates higher thinking'...uhhhhh....some shit about throat chakras...anyways you can probably look up more about it online but yeah. "

He looked up at Doomsday and smiled. " Hope you like it! "

Doom had been sitting there casually spacing out and daydreaming about exploding penises when Jonas suddenly plops some gifts down right in front of her. She startles a little bit, her eyes popping open like she's been caught doing something stupid or crazy, but she settles down easily enough.

Now, she'd never be able to properly explain why, but opening gifts in front of people makes her feel put on the spot, like she has to act a certain way or put on a performance. All around it's quite awkward for her and she never knows quite how to respond to it, so she goes with the default expectation of gratitude although there is a bit of sheepishness right there at the beginning.

"Oh, ahhhh. Thank you!" she says, voice full of weird, awkward... awkwardness, as though she's never been given a gift before (she has, but she feels the same time every time she's given one, ever since she was a child, it's a feeling that has never gone away nor diminished with time).

The apatite stone is of immediate interest, although she cannot sense the sort of... draw to it that many of her other rocks back at the Office have. She doesn't realize that her draw to them is the presence of souls within them. Since this stone doesn't have a soul in it, there is no draw. But that's okay - part of Jonas's heart was put into it when he picked it out for her, and that's much more precious.

"Ehehehe, can I stick your head in it? Since you've got such a hard head? Ehehehe," she snickers, regarding the rock tumblr, trying to stick her head into it even as she says that much. She then snorts about the apparent properties of the apatite. "How do you suppose they figured all that out? Did they shove it down some poor fool's throat and wait for him to choke to death and say, 'Well, I reckon that there fella's been cured of his emotional baggage and heavy feelings now'. Ehehehehe. Don't know about encouraging any creative thinking if you're dead, though, ehehehhe."

Doom isn't one who is big on physical gestures and affection. She does find herself giving Jonas a hug, though, if he accepts it. Being one who doesn't appreciate sudden, non-consensual hugs herself, she likes to make sure that others - including friends - are given the opportunity that she'd want to be given, and know that they can decline or end the hug at any time.

[birthday-of-music]

1-12 FOR THE WRITING ASKS !!! hi :3333

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

uhm. i uh. write on the notes app. sometimes on word though and i just use calibri bc default

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

GOD NO I COULD NOT.. fun fact i never fixed my bad pencil grip when i was really young so i hold pens weird as shit and it hurts after a little while. english exam had me dying every five minutes shaking my wrist out and that was only like 600-700 words i think

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

another fun story i used to write about a hundred words every night on my old ipod that i kept in my room before sleeping. said ipod was kind of halfway to exploding. like uh. that one “pillow” post with the dangerous battery. iwdont do that anymore though and i threw out the ipod everything is fine

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I DONT KNOW UM. in general i have a notebook full of pretty words (ethereal, golden, eternity, that kind of like. overly fancy and poetic shit)

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

uh. i dont think so im kind of basic

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

i guess that when i post something people will hate it? like. outright hate it and say its bad and stuff?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

i suppose the opposite of the above but also sometimes ill look back at my writing from a year ago that isnt like. in my mind anymore and ill be able to read it and enjoy it as not something i wrote? bc ill forget i wrote it and then i get to enjoy stuff that is extremely catered to me lmao

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

oh dialogue definitely theres something kind of fun about writing stuff without dialogue idk what it just. is.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

uh. nope not really

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

UM. same as you all the bright places. also the fault in our stars. very clear what types of books i like isnt it. also this fic which is saying a lot because i dont care about genshin anymore but every time i think about it it hurts.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

uh. i like hurting my faves but only if there is comfort otherwise i die inside. every time i write hurt no comfort i lose a bit more of my sanity

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

i always wish for more wishes but lorem ipsum i could never… three wishes uh. one that every time i write a character i can characterise them right. two that when i proofread i never miss any typos. and three um.. the ability to have continuous motivation to write a multichaptered fic

[wolfkitty42]

i had the weirdest dream crossover

So like, the Owl House finale aired recently. Right??? And on the night it aired (last night as of writing this) I only got there about halfway through the finale. So I went to bed after it finished with a strong intent of watching the new episode when I woke up.

That was a mistake.

So basically, I had an insane dream that told me there were two new episodes instead of one. One was the finale, and the other was utter insanity. The one that was utter insanity and purely from my dream was placed before the finale, when the gang was on the Boiling Isles. 

I’m not entirely sure why, but Julieta from Encanto was there. She had a large ship and described herself as an animal tamer working with what looked like a 3d model of Gus’s dad. Like I said, my dream gave me a crossover. Okay. This is still relatively normal for a dream.

So, Julieta was like “You guys need something to fight Belos? Well there’s a really big seal out there if you wanna go use it as a weapon.” and Luz was like “Yeah okay sounds legit, get to the pirate ship!” Then there was this shot from above of the sun rising as Luz and co sailed towards a mountain island. And also for some reason there were a lot of airships following them. Like yeah there’s hot air balloon ships in the show but why here??? I just remember there being a lot. AND MOST OF THEM DIDN’T EVEN SHOW UP LATER??? Regardless, Luz and co was still on a boat in the water. Julieta was flying an airship.

So, everyone landed at the mountain. And there was a really big  baby seal just there. It was cute. 

(Image above fits it pretty well)

But it was also like, causing mass destruction around. So Julieta was like “Guys, we need to give it a sedative before we can bring it back to the Boiling Isles.” And everyone was like okay! So they grabbed this sleeping powder thingymabob and started trying to get it into the seal’s nose. But the seal was big so it was far off the ground and it was also moving around a lot. Cue a montage of Luz and her buds trying to slap it in while my dream gets fuzzy for a moment.

Everyone was taking turns trying to do it. Then fucking Sans Undertale came out and was like “hey let me try” BECAUSE APPARENTLY SANS UT HAD BEEN IN ONE OF THE FLYING BOATS?!?!?! AND ALSO PAPYRUS!?!?!? AND ALSO FELL SANS????

(These ones should be much easier to find images of then that specific cute seal. You can google them yourself.)

But I quickly. Accepted this. I tried My best to understand it. The logic of my dream had already moved on past my processing stage. So, I watched as Sans  did literally nothing except accidently breathe in the sleeping powder and conk out. Or he just felt like sleeping. No clue.

At this, Papyrus got really annoyed. He ran to the side of the mountain, pushed open a gray door (which coincidently did not look like the mystery man door, it was much less detailed. just felt the need to clarify that gaster did not appear in this dream.) and ran inside it to his house. He ran upstairs to his room and to his desk, which was now in front of a window.

His desk had sleeping power on it and this is the part where my brain just exploded and starting spitting out nonsense. I don’t even know where Luz went anymore guys! Papyrus took over the dream!?!?!?!

Anyways, Papyrus fucking snorted the sleeping powder off his desk, reverse snorted it onto a piece of paper and ran back outside. When he ran down the stairs to leave his house you could see the lower half of his house was now filled with sleeping powder and/or snow. If you slowed down the frame and zoomed in on the left part of the frame you might have seen the Annoying Dog jumping through the drifts of ambiguous white stuff. (I’m being completely real here, my brain slowed it down the second time and zoomed in on it. Send help.)

So after that minor bout of insanity, Papyrus floated up and slapped the powder in the seal’s face. I think he can fly, so that... makes... sense...? 

After that, I think Fell Sans tried to do something too but he must’ve failed because he was like “aw heck. now it’s just down to time sans.”

.............................WHO IS TIME SANS?

Now, the first thing I did when I woke up was go to google Time Sans. I haven’t even watched the part of the TOH finale I missed, guys! THIS DREAM INSANITY TOOK PRIORITY. And researching through google did give me some results, but none that matched my dream.

Time Sans was only called that about once. My dream also referred to him as Clock or most commonly Old Hour. I’m guessing Old Hour was his actual name or something and Time Sans was more of an obligatory title so that I would know who they were. Old Hour wore a suit with some nice shoes. They also had a cane and a tophat. I would say he was pretty short, and he had a monocle. I may draw him soon. 

If ANY Undertale fans feel like they recognize this description, PLEASE contact me! I am desperately trying to figure out if my brain spawned an au Sans purely for this strange crossover dream or if I subconsciously was thinking of another au that I repressed memories of and can’t find on google. Help.

Old Hour got up to fight the seal and for a moment it looked like he was going to fight it. There was a really dramatic shot of him running, and then the seal sneezed. It blew away Old Hour’s tophat and monocle so they were basically just Sans in a suit. (But still very fancy.) Old Hour got up and sat down by the door in the mountain to Sans and Papyrus’s house after that. He just wasn’t feeling up to it :(

After that, Luz, Eda and co busted in. They used a sleep mist so the seal went to sleep. I remember Luz turning towards the camera viewpoint I was watching my dream from, saying “The Boiling Isles is saved!” before a cut to black.

Now, eagle eyed viewers may have spotted a strange passage earlier. Let me copy paste it here.

If you slowed down the frame and zoomed in on the left part of the frame you might have seen the Annoying Dog jumping through the drifts of ambiguous white stuff. (I’m being completely real here, my brain slowed it down the second time and zoomed in on it. Send help.)

Yes, my brain was treating this like an actual episode of a show I was watching. It made me sit through this dream TWICE to catch all the easter eggs.

So, I’m recovering now. if you got through all this text, good job! Maybe I’ll even draw Old Hour/Time Sans for ya! Or maybe I’ll never remember this dream again. Thanks for reading! For now, I gotta go watch the Owl House finale.

[ajarofbees]

TAASH & FIORE: even from the start i think the both of them kind of connected a bit as the two youngest members of the gang--i thiiiiiink taash is a few years younger but its nice to know someone your own age. taash sometimes looks down (feefee is the second shortest member of the gang! this is important to me!) and sees him as an excitable puppy running around in circles and think to themselves: 'huh. guess this is what it feels like to have a younger brother.'

they do friendly wrestling matches and yes the incredible height difference makes it very funny to watch.

while its not super apparent at first glance, i think they bond over having multiple parts of their identities: taash and their dual rivaini/qunari heritage as well as figuring out themselves, and feefee being a city elf and a grey warden (and being from southern thedas). its not a 1 to 1 thing but its a nice bridge where they can meet and understand each other a bit.

on a more lighthearted note, when taash finds out feefee actually knows how to swim and loves swimming, its GREAT. time to hit the rivaini beaches and start a splash fight with whoever else tagged along. they even show him a passing by rialto greenback from a distance, which is always very cool.

as for each other's 'important people'; feefee does get a little bit how complicated their relationship and feeligns about shathaan are--his own parents were Not Super Thrilled about him joining the grey wardens in the past and all. for taash's part--well, they already gave him a little bit of a shovel talk, but they already figured he and lace were a good pair. they do have a working pair of eyes, after all. as for his admiration for the inquisitor.... well, taash is thankfully very blunt and practical. they would probably point out that inquisitor lavellan is just a person and she probably had enough of people treating her like an idol.

overall, theyre friends!!! on the surface they seem like a little bit mismatched of a duo but when you look closer they have a lot of similarities that makes them connect with each other. though they officially stay with the lords, when its all over taash accompanies fiore when he finally returns to wycome. after all, he was there for them, they'll do the same in return. :D

Taash: So. How'd you get those? Fiore: Huh? Get what? Taash: Those scars on your face. Unless you don't wanna' talk about 'em. I'm not gonna' force you if it's a bad memory. Fiore: Haha, you know, I kind of forget they're there a lot of the time! Weird, right? I'll be honest, I don't really remember a lot when I got them--apparently I was mostly out of my mind with fever or somethin'. Taash: That sounds rough. Was it Grey Warden stuff? Fiore: Nah, I got this when I wasn't even a teenager--Ventori set up some plot in my hometown and I accidentally dislodged a piece of red lyrium that exploded. Pretty crazy, right? Haha, luckily Keeper Istamaethoriel was able to heal me up. Taash: Oh. That sucks. That Ventori did that I mean. I'm glad you survived it.

other rook bits:

-hakiem and taash sometimes have "important Lords business" which is just him experimenting with their fire breath to make more stuff explode. its scientific because he (sometimes) writes stuff down.

-in the beginning, dorothea would default a bit to treating taash like dietlinde, since the two are a little similar.

-dietlinde and taash routinely arm wrestle in the dining room.

-bacchus is extremely tickled by taash's admiration for the crows and the stories shathaan told baby taash. he also the main source for Fun Crow Stories, being completely willing to share embarrassing annecdotes about everyone he knows.

-vehris and taash have similar ways of speaking--though vehris is more quiet and taash is more to the point/not mincing words--so they get along well.

-cvetka ends up a little bit as the Cool Advice Giver like she was with feefee. many shenanigans are to be had. taash opens her eyes to a new career in dragonslaying, if the blights are ending.

-taash very bluntly tells dionysus his guitar playing and singing suck. he thinks this is so funny he falls off of his chair. they'll also toss him as a combat move.

Rook Introduction Hour 2.24.25

Good morning, everyone! Good news: Taash Week is coming up on @datvcompanionweeks! It will be from Monday, March 10th - Sunday, March 16th! Only TWO WEEKS left!

To celebrate, today's Intro Hour will be centered around Taash!

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today's Question(s): What is your Rook's relationship with Taash? What do they like about them? Do they have a lot of experiences in common? What do Rook and Taash enjoy doing together? How does Rook help Taash work through their issues during the game? When Elgar'nan is defeated, do they continue to hang out-- does Rook continue to help Taash with their problems? How does Taash help Rook, in return? What do Taash and Rook think about the most important people in each other's lives? Lastly, if you want, write a unique banter between Taash and your Rook!

Answer whatever you like, and have fun!

[floppyhatwitch]

Last new year's eve, I made a resolution that I would learn to draw by drawing one page every day of 2023. I was meant to post this recap on January 1st, but it turns out that I have like a full thesis worth of infodumping about this project, so it got pushed back. Art dump time! <3

(editor witch here. This post is LONG. Like, tumblr-can't-save-the-draft-properly long. I've decided to split this into multiple parts to mitigate formatting issues and pulling my hair out when it inevitably comes out wrong. This is part 1 of 2)

Long post incoming! Art under the cut :)

First off we have the OG, the Day 1.

I try not to pass judgement on my earlier works, because getting more confident with drawing was the entire point of the resolution. However, I can definitely say I've improved a whole bunch since then. It's basically just copied from reference material and the proportions could use a little work.

Fast forward to Day 11 where I had the first piece I thought was kinda good.

Still goes pretty hard tbh. Love a good beholder.

The first piece I ever got a compliment on was this goopy texture text stuff.

Unfortunately since all the early drawings were done in pencil, a lot of them have been ravaged by the unholy nature of graphite smearing.

Day 49 is another one of my favourites, I'd just won big in a no stakes poker match against my mates and thought I'd celebrate with a rendition of Mr Green.

On Day 100 I decided to draw my top 100 favourite pokemon. It took SO much longer than I anticipated, but I still think it was worth it.

After passing the Day 100 mark I thought it was about time to start varying my materials, so I gave pen drawing a go.

I learnt crosshatching and absolutely loved it, it's still a staple technique whenever I go for pen exclusively, highly recommend.

By Day 121 I was fed up of fumbling MY way through drawing faces so I decided to really crack down and try and learn.

As you can tell, it was a long and arduous journey.

By Day 125 I had filled up the first sketchbook and started a new one. As has become tradition, I decided to draw V2 again to see if I'd improved.

While still not my best (that one's coming up) I'm definitely a lot happier with how this one turned out compared to the first. Being able to see how I'd improved gave me so much inspiration to keep going.

Day 136 was the first time I decided to crack out the coloured pencils, so I commemorated the occasion by depicting one of my homebrew DnD deities bring colour to the material plane.

Banger after banger Day 137 is still one of my favourites. One day I'll make it into an album cover or something.

Jeff Bezos exploding in space because his stupid fucking cowboy hat isn't pressurised at all.

Day 142 I started experimenting with including the day number in the art itself, which was a trend I continued throughout the rest of the project.

After seeing Across the Spiderverse, I couldn't just not dedicate two pages and 4 hours of my life to making a tribute piece to the film. I still absolutely adore it, it's easily my second favourite film of all time (right behind the first one).

On Day 163 I recreated the Creation of Adam with my hand and my son.

This is my son btw:

I love him dearly and he is an excellent muse (he sits so still!)

Anyway so the next day I drew my top-secret creative process since so many people were asking for it.

Gettin naked and eating paint in the forest, duh.

Day 178 I made a spidersona, which is kinda my first ever OC? Like official one anyway.

Gave him a spruce up and a colour for ArtFight (which is SO FUN OMG)

Day 183 was the halfway mark (if you round up from 182.5) so I had to pay homage to the modern classic.

The face is my favourite bit.

Speaking of ArtFight, I made a whole cast of characters for it! I was a little apprehensive to participate at first, since I still wasn't super confident in my abilities, but it turns out that the community is super welcoming <3. If you wanna see the whole shebang you can check out my profile here, but my most popular character was Alice.

Which is awesome because we need more rollerblading rep in this world. We have Jet Set Radio and Ramona Flowers, but we need MORE.

I went to see the Barbennheimer double feature and had the time of my life during it, so I had to go home and make art of it.

Come to think of it, I use art to commemorate a whole lot of stuff. Isn't that neat?

On Day 221 I had just finished my first real short film for school and I was so happy I had gotten it all done. It was like 30,000 words of documentation, 7 months of work and I had to act as a man in it (damn you gender binary!) So I personified the relief of completion as the spectacle of gratuitous violence.

On Day 230 I finished Act II of Ultrakill for the first time (which at the time was the full game) and I couldn't get over just how hard Gabriel's monologue goes so I had to draw my favourite intro ever.

I still haven't played layer 7 though so no spoilers pls.

My son again! This time he's posing like Kali Uchis in her album "Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios)" I won't pretend like I understand what that means, but the album sounds so beautiful and the cover is to die for so I put my son in there.

Day 235, the first full appearance of Spider-Girl. She's talking to her friend (Batman Beyond) who is trapped by the Riddler and forced to write a analytical essay of 12 Angry Men. Fun little detail with the day number is that Doc Ock actually threw the D at Spider-Girl as an attack.

frog cowboy :)

I don't remember drawing Day 244, but I think it's actually really nice. Like an abundance of material slowly being wasted on someone hesitant to accept it or something. Idk I was probably sleep deprived to hell.

It's kinda pretty right? Some little art fairy must have broken in an done it for me

DAY 252! A momentous day. It was my second time switching sketchbooks and so I had to give V2 another crack and...

Still my favourite drawing of V2 I've ever done. Getting the ricochet coin in there as a framing tool is just so slay.

On Day 254 the pen I was using to take notes at school was finally laid to rest. I captured its final lines in this piece.

It's actually kinda moving. That pen was so good.

This is the part where I circle back and remind you that this is too long for one post, so check out part two here

[windblxmes]

Hi! could i please request some yandere platonic izuru kamakura with a child reader ?

Or some platonic yandere izuru if you dont wanna write a child reader :)

Ok I’m sorry for getting to this request first but I’ve been craving platonic recently especially with a child reader soo (also lol i know it seems like I write a shitload of Izuru but y’all like Izuru) so yeah sorry if you don’t like the request I could easily do headcannons but I’m trying to b more story based unless headcannons r request I think my writings shitty asf and but I’ll try my best :|

TW: cursing, yandere (obvi), kidnapping (I made this y/n a independent badass ass)

You were Y/N. You lived in a piece of shit orphanage your parents died before you can remember then the tragedy hit and the head of the orphanage went into despair themselves and tried to kill all the kids you were the only one who got away then you went to Towa City with the closest civilization. It didn’t last long now all the other kids wear monakuma heads and follow the warriors of hope you don’t really believe in killing all adults so your alone .“There’s no more again” said Y/N. This was the fifth place she’s tried she goes into the next door and sees a guy with too long hair. “What are you doing in here” he asked. “Let me guess your with those monakuma head psychopaths” Y/N said back. “No but I’m wondering why you aren’t” he said back to you. “I’m not with them because their psychopaths” said Y/N. “If they found out you were alive they’d probably kill you” said Izuru. “That’s better than that helmet exploding on me the second they get pissed off” Y/N said. “How did you know that” he said. “Well it was a guess but now you proved me right I got youuuu” Y/N said. Izuru was shocked usually he would know stuff like this but not with you. “Well I’m gonna go now Mr. Vampireeeee you have fun with whatever weird stuff your doinggggg” Y/N said and promptly ran off. He wanted to find that child again he wanted to figure you out how he couldn’t read you. Time went by the warriors of hope were defeated and you were getting out of this town. As you were trying to find a way out you saw that guy again he seemed weird so you tried to slip pass him but he noticed you he grabbed your arm. “Heyyyy let go of me I don’t feeeeel like getting all my blood sucked out of meeee” Y/N said. “I’m not gonna suck out your blood or am I vampire” Izuru said. You then noticed the cart with the monakuma heads on them. “Ahhhhhhh” you said. “Was that the kid you were talking about you better not let them get in the way of your work” they said. “I’m sorry for making fun of you please don’t kill me” Y/N said. “I’m not gonna kill you your just gonna come with me for awhile”.

[writteninkat]

Forever and Always | Bakugou x Reader

summary: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then I feel so low I can't feel nothing at all. And I flashback to when he said forever and always."

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: angst

a/n: i cried while writing this.

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Eijirou's body is amazing; scultped abs, hard chest, chiseled arms and such broad shoulders. You watched as he did pull ups in front of you, with his back facing towards you. He lets go of the bars, turning around, smiling as he extends his hand. "Babe, can you pass me my towel please?"

"Babe, can you pass me my towel please?" Katsuki asks, sweat dripping down the side of his head, trailing down his neck, collar and chest before getting absorbed in his black tank top.

You throw him his towel, standing up from the bench. You lean forward, standing on your tippy toes to press your lips against his. The blond chuckles breathily, pouting a little, pressing his lips against yours.

Butterflies swarmed your tummy and you feel your heart skip a beat. This always happened whenever you kissed Katsuki. No matter how many times you've kissed him and no matter how long the both of you had been dating, he never failed to give you butterflies.

You feel someone step in front of you, snapping you out of your daze. You blink, looking up at the red head who's now taking his towel on his own.

"Ah, sorry babe. What were you saying?" You ask to which Eijirou shakes his head at. "It's okay, I got it." He wipes the sweat off his face, smiling brightly at you.

"Anyway, do you wanna go to that old ice cream parlor beside here? They don't have new flavors since like five years ago but I thought you might like a cone."

"I wanna go to that ice cream place beside the here." You pout, disregarding just how sweaty your boyfriend was as you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "That's a bad habit, idiot. Stop pigging out right after hitting the gym." He laughs, flicking your forehead to which you knit your eyebrows at.

"Oh come on! They have a new flavor called 'blueberry cheesecake'! We should totally try it!" You whine, watching as your boyfriend packs his things in his gym bag. "You've eaten a blueberry cheesecake before, haven't you? Just imagine that but colder."

Despite what he said, he opens the door to the ice cream parlor for you. Sweat gone, the both of you had showered and changed your clothes before entering the cozy ice cream parlor.

The both of you sit by the window, looking out and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains right behind the store.

You look back at your boyfriend who's sitting right in front of you, supposedly to tell him about the pretty bird you just saw, but stop once you saw how pretty he looked when he wasn't frowning or yelling.

Calm, softly smiling Katsuki Bakugou looking out and appreciating the beauty of nature. Your heart throbbed at the thought of how lucky you are to have him. Despite his harsh and loud nature towards others, he always gave off a different vibe when it came to you. He was much gentler, more careful with his choice of words and his actions.

His eyes flick towards you and he raises a brow. "Take a picture, it will last longer."

You smile, opening up your gallery to show off the many, many pictures you have of him stored in a secret album. You smile cheekily at him, "Already have a ton, thank you very much."

Katsuki smiles, chuckling as he shakes his head. "Idiot."

"Babe? You okay? You've been out of it since I asked you to hand me my towel, did I say something wrong?" You snap out of your daze once again, cursing at yourself. You look up at your boyfriend, smiling as you shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I think I need to head home and sleep. You have a meeting an hour from now, right? You should go." You press a kiss against Eijirou's cheek, smiling at him. "I'll wait for you at home."

You walk out of the gym, bag on your shoulder as you take a deep breath of fresh air in. You look up at the sky, frowning to see them all gray and cloudy. You begin walking down the road, looking around you.

The stores from before hadn't change at all. Especially-

"Ah! If it isn't my dear Y/n! Will you buy your usual caramel ice cream today too?" The old lady who runs the ice cream shop chirps at you, hands shaking as she grabs onto her cane to prevent herself from falling over.

"Granny! You know you can't be walking around, the doc said so!" Her granddaughter's voice is filled with concern as she places a hand below granny's elbow and on her back. She looks up at you, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry, I guess Alzheimer's also makes her forget she can't walk properly now?" She jokes, chuckling awkwardly. You smile, bowing your head.

You walk right past the ice cream parlor, oblivious to granny's pout to your declination of her invite. You stuff your hands in your pocket, looking up at the sky as you sigh. Before you know it, your gaze falls upon the top of your apartment building.

"I'm home! And guess what I got you!" You chirp, entering your apartment as you hold the white plastic bag full of food in your hand. The sound of quick padded footsteps make you giggle as you set the bag oncthe counter.

Katsuki appears right in front the kitchen, excited eyes and a wide grin across his face making you laugh. He quickly rummages through the contents of the bag, yelling in excitement as he pulls out a red ramen cup.

"Hell yeah, extra spicy!" He cheers, running over to you to pull you into a tight hug. "Thanks babe!" He presses multiple kisses on the top of your head before pulling away to start boiling his water.

"Hey! It's not even dinner time yet!" You jokingly frown, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You loved Seeing Katsuki like this; all bubbly and cheery and excited. Such a sweet and bright soul, you come to a conclusion that yes, you are definitely going to love this boy forever.

You walk right past the kitchen, body feeling heavy as you make your way inside your shared bedroom. You drop your bag onto the carpeted floors and find your legs leading you towards your walk-in closet.

You bend down, pulling out a locked box from underneath your hung clothes. You sit on the floor, pressing on the code to unlcok the box before pulling the lif open.

The contents inside caused your heart to clench.

Butterfly pins.

"Idiot, what are you doing?" Katsuki frowns, tilting his head up to look at you. Your brows knit together as you push his head back, forcing him to face front. "I'm making your hair pretty!" You huff, clipping on the butterfly pins onto his hair.

"My hair's already damn pretty even without the stupid hairpins!" He argues.

"Then I'm making it prettier so sit still!"

"Tsk," Katsuki rolls his eyes, "Then you better do an amazing job. Don't mess up, idiot."

"That'll be pretty hard to accomplish if you keep moving your darn head like that!"

"Hah?! What did you just say to me?!"

Sumigadawa Fireworks Festival Polaroid

"Quit tugging, idiot!" Katsuki yells but remains ignored as you push through the crowd. The fireworks display was going to start soon but you wanted to enjoy a Taiyaki as you watched the display.

You jump excitedly in place, still tugging at your boyfriend's sleeve as you pointed as the sweet snack. Katsuki sighs, pulling out his wallet. The both of you end up buying two pieces, one for each of you.

As you move to start going back to where the field was, Katsuki pulls you back. You lift a brow at him and he begin pulling you to the opposite direction, now it was him dragging you.

"Suki, where are we going? The fireworks display will start soon!" You yell through the loud crowd of people. "Tsk. I know, idiot. Just trust me!" He yells, as he continues pulling you towards a place with a bunch of trees. The two of you walk up a hil for quite some time and as you reached the top, you're panting and you can feel your back dampening at the sudden work out.

"What the heck are we-" The sound of fireworks cut you off. You immediately turn to your right, following the direction of the sound. Your eyes widen as a clear view of the fireworks explode in front of you.

As you stare up at the brightly colored night sky in awe, Katsuki smiles at your dumb face. The colors of the fireworks lit your face ever so beautifully. How did he get so lucky to have you?

Your hand grabs onto his arm as your other one points up at the sky, "Look! Look! That one's pretty!" You point at a pink one slowly disappearing into the night sky.

"Hah! Bet I can create better ones." Katsuki shows off.

"Oh really? Prove it."

And just like that, he opens his palm in front of you a small explosions are created, just like the fireworks. You smile, watching it was similar to watch a snow globe after shaking it.

As your eyes continue to watch Katsuki's mini fireworks, he oulls you out of your daze by cupping your cheek. You look up at him, raising your brows before smiling, leaning in.

His lips are soft, sweet and warm. You never want to part from them.

A Promise Ring.

/"Why won't you fucking listen to me?!" You yell from the top of your lungs, feeling them burn as your tears scortched your cheeks.

"There are already enough heroes out there! You don't need to go-"

"I need to, Y/n! God fucking dammit I need to! Because I'm a hero! Because it's my job, it's my duty to keep people safe. To risk my life keeping you all safe!" Katsuki yells back, slamming his suit case close as you stand there in front of him, weak and helpless.

"Izuku said your chances of surviving the war would be-"

"Baby, baby, look at me." Katsuki shushes, cupping your cheeks. He wipes your tears away as he looks into your eyes, red orbs looking back at you. Soft, gentle and hurt red orbs look back at you. "I'll be fine." He whispers.

You place your hands on top of his, closing your eyes as you let your tears fall, your lower lip shaking as you let out an unever breath. Katsuki presses his lips on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you.

"Take off your ring." He says, pulling away from the hug. You do as told, face still flushed as you haven't finished crying yet. With shaky hands, you take off your ring.

"Look inside it." Katsuki mutters.

You do as told, feeling your heart clench in your chest.

"What does it say?" He asks.

"Forever and always."

You sob on the floor, bringing your legs up to your chest as you recall the feeling of your world crushing the second you heard the news from Izuku.

Your body grew heavy as you fell to your knees, your tears streaming down your chest at his pained expression. He crouches down, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed, so loud your throat hurt.

Katsuki was your world. He meant everything to you. Now that he was gone, what do you have left to lose?

"He promised me!" You yell from the top of your lungs, "He promised to call me as soon as he was done! Why didn't he call?! Why hasn't he called yet?!" Your head throbbed as Izuku's geip on your shoulder tightened.

It wasn't just you who had lost a loved one, him and all your other friends, too. You banged your fist against your chest as you sobbed heavily, finding it difficult to breath, to take in the information that Katsuki was gone.

"I told him! I told him not to go!" You yelled right at Izuku, holding onto his shoulders. "Katsuki! My Katsuki! He's gone!" The pain you felt is unbearable, it's something you can't understand, it's something you never want to experience again.

"You promised me, forever and always!" You yell from the top of your lungs. "Where are you now? Why aren't you beside me? Where's my forever with you?" You sobbed, your tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably.

As you cry out your frustrations and anguish in one room, Eijirou sits in another room, face wet with his tears as he blubbered in the memory of his best friend.

It's times like these that you agree to David Jones; life went on, but it was never the same again.

[beazt]

@dywgh yes. I saw this reply and then read my post and I was like “what the fuck am I on about” bc I posted this at like midnight or whatever and did not remember writing it at all and it took a hot minute to get in the headspace to remember what the post was going to be about

but yes the irony of this being a review of reviews… I was totally oblivious….

idk I said it’d be a ramble but I actually do want to make this well-articulated at some point. but then again I may just be completely showing my own ass (in that I do not understand much outside of STEM academia. and this very much includes the meta of pop culture.)

but anyway the premise of it is. I fucking hate numeric (as in, X/10, X/5 stars, etc) reviews that are not… transparent, consistent, and nuanced. which to my standards do not exist. I guess those are the best words to describe what I’m talking about. particularly,

I want to know what went into the numerical rating that was assigned. what elements of the game were considered? quality? what elements of quality? novelty? in what areas was it novel? how do those areas of novelty stack up against other areas where it maybe isn’t so novel? Is there a bidirectional spectrum between classic and novel? is the middle area of the spectrum “bad” or neutral? or does that depend? does novelty in some areas cancel out classicness in others, or do they compliment each other? I want mind numbing amounts of detail because vague overarching categories and adjectives confuse the hell outta me. it’s the biology brain. I see everything in a taxonomic hierarchy. I wanna know what’s inside it. I will not elaborate at this time

I wanna know what those individual elements are weighted as in the semifinal ratings (such as the rating of quality/novelty) or the final/overall rating and how interconnected the individual elements are to each other, like does one element amplify another? does one element detract from another? do these overall interactions affect the overall beyond influencing each other, when considered together?

does this weighting change between different pieces of media being reviewed? is the weighting weighted by impact of each factor?

I want to pick apart reviews into the tiniest possible elements and study them. like a bug. question everything. get real philosophical about this shit probably. study the meta of reviewing media. found out how this shit ticks. And I haven’t even gotten into the part about “what makes this a 4 vs a 5” yknow?

but I KNOWWWWW even if I changed my career path to DO research in this specific area, 1) funding wouldn’t be difficult to acquire but my funding sources would likely demand a lot of control over the directions I take the research, 2) the research would take ages to get anything significant out of, when it comes to the minutia I’m interested in, 3) the research findings would 1000% be used to feed the greedy capitalist machine into writing formulas for top-rating media. reviewing would either become meaningless or it would evolve to be unfathomably (for me) different, even if just subtly different, criteria. I feel this would also either lead to a collapse of AAA game studios by everything becoming bland and predictable, or it would evolve them, as the criteria were exposed particularly in regards to novelty and how it is weighted, and AAA game studios have to decide what areas to take risks in, etc etc, im getting too deep in the weeds here to even explain the fried exploding mess that is my brain right now

and I’m not saying necessarily that this isn’t already going on to some extent. I am willing to bet that AAA game studios have proprietary formulas and research and stuff for how to make a top rating game. and that there are always upsets and uncharted territory and that really the way reviews happen are already evolving to compensate for these things.

I just dont think it’s happening on the absolutely precise scale I am interested in. especially because public reviews do Not go into that level of detail very often. if ever. even if it is, we as commoners will NEVER see that data.

and it’d also be a particularly tricky area of research (on the minute scale I am talking about) to gather and quantify data in, and that’s part of why it has intrigued me so much, it is like, throwing a pumpkin of goat meat into my research-focused problem-solving brain’s enclosure

someone remind me eventually to go on a rambler about how I feel about reviewing (as in giving a rating and commentary on the quality) media

[proserpina-magnus]

Can you do a young sirius black x reader fic where sirius and the reader are supposed to go to hogsmeade but the reader is having a depression episode

Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely can write a blurb(fic) for this! xoxo, I hope this helps!!!

One where you have a depressive episode [ Sirius Black ]

Word Count: 1.4k

[ Warnings: gender neutral reader, mention of triggers (nothing described), mention of depression, slight mention of nsfw (very brief), use of the word "pup" ]

You feel a type of dread fill in your stomach, wanting so desperately to get up and move. Your mind didn't care, holding you hostage with no motivation. Your dorm mates had already left, they all dressed in clean clothes and brushed teeth. They offered for you to join them, but you only let out a small; "Nah". Without much of an argument, they left you alone.

You remembered your date with your boyfriend, hoping he would just leave without you and hang out with his friends. Though, your wishes weren't compliant as you heard a loud knock on your door.

"I'm coming in. Please be naked," Sirius hopes with a laugh, usually his funny comments would make you laugh. You watched as Sirius walked in, his head peeking through the door with his hand over his eyes. You pull the covers closer to your body, watching as Sirius wiggles his fingers so he can look between them.

"Why are you still in bed! We're going to miss our date," Sirius exclaimed, walking in as he peered around your dorm. He closed the door behind him, making his way over to you.

"I'm not feeling well," you explain loosely, not given much of an indication of what part of you wasn't doing well. Sirius frowned, placing the back of his hand on your head.

"You don't feel warm, do you want me to take you to Madam Pomfrey?" Sirius asked, sinking onto his knees. He brushed some of your hair away from your face, waiting for your answer.

"No Sirius, not that kind of sick." You drawled, feeling some sort of embarrassment. You didn't want him to see you like this, though Sirius was too clingy not to tell.

"What kind of sick? Like you have a headache? Because surely madam Pomfrey has a potion for that," Sirius suggested, but you only rolled onto your back and stared up at the hanging curtain.

"No, like my mind is sick. I just don't want to do anything, 'm sorry," you apologize, feeling guilty for keeping him away from a Hogsmeade trip. Sirius fluttered his eyes, clueing in on what you meant.

"Oh pup, no need to apologize. Has this happened before?" Sirius asked, moving to sit on your bed. His knuckles rubbed your cheek, pinching it gently to get you to smile. Usually, it would make you giggle, but you only gently slapped his hand away.

"Few times, but I'm okay, go to Hogsmeade without me," you declared, taking in a heavy sigh. Sirius tilted his head, much like a confused dog.

"It's no fun without you, I'd rather stay here and hang out than go alone," he interjects, standing up. You give him a look, ready to protest but he only shakes his head and places a finger to his lips.

"Shh, just shhh," Sirius said, you go to say something again but he only moves his finger to press over your lip. "Shh,"

"I'll be right back pup, 'gonna go get some things to make you feel better," Sirius explains, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "But Sirius-"

"No buts, just stay here and look as beautiful as always," Sirius winked, skipping out of the room. You let your eyes closed, waiting for him to return.

You must have fallen asleep waiting because Sirius had gently woken you up with soft head pats. You blink your eyes open, looking towards your desk. Your desk is filled to the brim with all sorts of stuff, making you lean on your elbows to see what it is.

"How did you carry all this?" You asked, confused as you saw things range from Gatorade to a cute octopus plush. "I have my ways," Sirius shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

You pointed to the octopus plush, hoping Sirius would understand. Sirius had known, he leaned over to grab the plush and passed it to you.

"You can turn it inside out," Sirius explained, watching as you turned it around. The once yellow happy octopus turned into a frowning blue one. You raised your eyebrows, looking over at Sirius for an explanation. "He's unhappy,"

"Yeah, James suggested it to me. I want you to use this to explain to me how you're feeling," Sirius said, a sheepish grin on his face. "We don't have to use it, but if you like it and want to use it, we can,"

"No, I like it. So, whenever I'm...like this, I'll just turn it to the blue side and you'll understand?" You asked, playing with the plush as you squeeze it between your hands. Sirius nodded.

"Yes. If you're comfortable, can you just tell me some of your triggers so I can try and prevent this from happening?" Sirius asked, grabbing one of the Gatorade bottles as he opened it. He passed it to you, letting you take a drink before answering.

You told him some of your triggers, him being encouraging the whole time and thanking you. You smiled, feeling safe. You drank half of the Gatorade but felt your stomach pinch for food.

Sirius picked up on your expression, turning to the desk of stuff as he rummaged through it. You noticed his jumper, one of your favourite ones. Sirius turned around, one of Remus's chocolate bars in his hand.

"Did Remus let you take this?" You asked, Sirius made a shrug and a 'pshhh' sound. "Who cares. He'll understand, it's a dire situation. Now eat,"

You opened the chocolate bar, breaking off a piece as you held it out for Sirius. The raven-haired male only shook his head, curls shaking with his movement.

"You eat first," Sirius explained, his hand coming to rub your cheek briefly. You nodded, bringing the piece to your mouth as you chewed. It melted instantly, filling your mouth with a delicious taste. You instantly broke off another piece, doing the same process as the first one. Sirius watched with loving eyes, he felt a sense of proudness for you complying and eating.

Once you got through half of the chocolate bar, you passed a piece to Sirius. This time, he gladly excepted the offer. He groaned, flopping against your bed beside you. "Moony's chocolate is so much better when you take it without his permission,"

You laughed at his comment, letting him take another piece. Once the chocolate bar was finished, Sirius chucked the wrapper in the garbage. He rummaged through the pile of stuff again, finding some of Peter's exploding snaps.

"Wanna play?" He suggested you felt much better than you had at the beginning of the morning. The chocolate must have helped because you sat up and nodded.

"Only if I can wear your jumper," you negotiated, making eyes towards the jumper. Sirius chuckled, grabbing the jumper as he casts a small warming spell. You pulled the jumper over your head, feeling warmth and love. "You look so adorable, darling,"

"Oh shush, are these even your exploding snaps?" You asked, seeing Sirius look up with wide eyes and a guilty expression. He waved it off, shrugging as he distracted you with more compliments. "Look at your cute cheeks, I could just eat you up,"

"Sirius, who did you take this from?" You asked, brushing his hands away from you. Sirius shrugged, sitting on the chair. He passed you half of the exploding snaps, you watched him throw one to the ground, a loud snap appearing.

"It's only Peter, he won't care, he'll probably think he lost them," Sirius smiled, hoping to charm you over. You responded by throwing one of your exploding snaps. You both continued for a good while, snaps and crackles were the only exchange of words. After you both ran out, Sirius looked towards you with the most genuine smile he could produce.

"I care so much about you, I know I can't take this pain away from you. But if I could, I would. There isn't much I can do, but I'll try and do my best to make it bearable." Sirius said in a comforting tone, he meant it. You could almost see some tears in his eyes, but you distracted him by opening your arms for a hug.

Sirius instantly jumped from his chair to your embrace, wrapping you in his arms. His face buried into your neck, holding you in fear that he would lose you. You rest your head onto him, feeling his fingers rub your back. Sirius didn't care if he missed a Hogsmeade trip, he cared more about your security than he did about a silly date.

[chiliiscereal]

So my friend has been on and off lately.

I decided to write this for me cause I needed it.

Requests are open!

Chosen last

Summary:

Readers friends only invite them to things if they have no one else to go with. Reader keeps their mouth shut about it and just guesses that this is how friendship works. One day they meet the turtles and April, and for once they’re not chosen last.

Pairing: platonic turtles x reader

(Implied female reader but I’ll do my best to avoid pronouns! Sorry if a she/her slips out)

“I couldn’t find anyone else to go with me so do you want to tag along?”

“I had a plus one and everyone else was busy.”

“No one else can make it and I don’t want to be lonely. Wanna go with me?”

“Sorry I guess I forgot to invite you!”

“What do you mean you were there? I could have sworn you were somewhere else... huh poor memory I guess.”

“Sorry! There’s no room for you to come with! Next time for sure though!”

All of those were common things you’d heard before.

You weren’t exactly sure if it was a normal thing in friendships. It must be since no one else mentioned it.

Still, it hurt that you weren’t prioritized. You were always the last thought. Last minute.

And you always said yes.

Someone needs you to be their plus one for the dance so they don’t look bad?

There you are.

Someone needs a wingman for this boy they like?

You’re already on your way.

It’s not that you minded.

You just wanted to be... appreciated.

You just wanted them to see you.

Maybe they would if you kept trying.

Maybe they would if you made them a homemade gift for each birthday.

Maybe they would if you always answered back their texts right away.

You thought you needed to earn the right to be appreciated.

You realized how wrong you were when you met the turtles.

————

You brought your jacket closer around your body, shivering.

Of course you had to walk home! Alone! In the dark! In the RAIN!

Apparently it was too much to ask for a ride home after hanging out. There wasn’t enough room in the car!

Of course.

Just like every other time, asking to come along was too much.

You shivered again as rain dripped down your back.

“This sucks.” You groaned.

You eyed every dark alley way. You’d read enough fanfiction to expect some cringey creepy man to come out and attack you.

But what DID attack you was completely unexpected.

“LOOK OUT!” A voice shouted.

You didn’t even have time to flinch before something landed on top of you. The weight of it brought you to the ground with a shriek.

“Sorry about that!”

That wasn’t a ‘something’ but a someone!

They scrambled off you quickly.

You stood up and whipped around, rubbing your aching head. “What the hell were you doing?! Do you do parkour on the rooftops or something?!”

Ugh, today just wasn’t your day.

Finally, you glanced up.

They... they clearly weren’t a human.

Green skin...

Orange dots?

A... a shell??

And an orange mask.

Your jaw nearly dropped.

The creature gave you a sheepish grin. “Umm... hey! Yeah... maybe.. possibly... I was doing parkour on the roof...?” He rubbed the back of his neck and eyed the sky, a blush forming across his face. “I was on my way... my way to the comic con!”

He must be looking for a way to leave.

You weren’t ready for that though. You still needed to know what he was! And possibly his name!

You inched closer, holding your phone closer. Just in case. “What... what exactly are you?”

His eyes were on the floor now, as if your words had made him... upset.

“Sorry if that offended you!” You responded immediately. Ugh why did you word it like that? You didn’t mean it as if you thought he was a monster! “I just... I’ve had a really confusing night, my mouth runs faster than my brain, and I just got body slammed into the cement!” You rubbed the back of your head again.

He seemed much more satisfied with this answer. “Well... I don’t think you’d believe me...”

You eyed him up and down. “Dude, I think just looking at you would be enough for me to believe you.”

He let out a small laugh. “So ummm... yeah. I’m a turtle?”

You frowned. “Yeah, I think I see that.”

Well this was a strange turn of conversation.

Why not?

It’s New York after all.

He shuffled nervously. “People aren’t really supposed to know about it.”

You waved him off. “Psh, I don’t have anyone that would want to hear it or believe me anyway.” You stepped closer, your grip on your phone loosening. “Honestly, that’s pretty cool! I didn’t know people like you existed!”

It hurt but it was true.

Your friends would think you were making stuff up for attention.

“MIKEY!”

The new voice cause you to nearly jump out of your skin.

Three people, just like this guy, landed by his side.

One with a red mask and build like a tank.

Another with a blue mask and strange yellow stripes.

The last one had a purple mask and a staff of some kind.

“Are you okay, little man?” The red one asked worriedly. “You just took a huge fall!”

“I swear you’re gonna be feeling that a week from now.” The blue one snorted, resting his SWORD on his shoulder like it was a baseball bat.

“I estimate it’ll be closer to three weeks.” The purple one corrected, tapping a device on his wrist.

You stepped back.

There were more people like... Mikey? Was that his name?

Well, might as well find some way to get into this conversation. You weren’t gonna let the most interesting thing that ever happened to you slip away.

“You’re name’s Mikey?” You asked, the three surrounding the orange masked turtle jumping.

“Human!” The blue masked one shouted.

The large red one shoved Miley behind him. “Hi! Uh... we... we were just on our way to Comic-Con!”

“Guys-.” Mikey tried only to get Interrupted.

“Could you help us find our way?” The purple one joined, cutting him off.

You raised an eyebrow. “Nice try. I already know you guys are turtles.”

“Dang it Mikey!” The blue one shoved Mikey. “You just gonna spill our secret to everyone you meet in New York?”

“She deserves to know!” Mikey squeaked. “I messed up a flip and body slammed her into the concrete!” He turned to you, eyes hopeful. “And... she didn’t seem scared of me!”

This stopped the other boys.

Mikey shoved them all away from him. “These are my brothers! Leo,” he pointed at the blue one, “Donnie,” the purple one, “and Raph!”

You waved awkwardly, eyes landing warily on the largest one.

These guys didn’t seem as sweet and trusting as Mikey.

Donnie was looking you up and down for any sign of a threat.

Leo has his sword out.

Raph has his tonfas ready in his fists.

Maybe it’d be better to just leave.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone.” You shook your head to further emphasize your point. “I was just walking home anyway. All of this...” you spread out your arms, “was a complete accident.”

Mikey gave you a toothy grin. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He turned to his skeptical brothers. “She seems nice! She could be just like April!”

You kicked at the ground sheepishly now that the attention was back to you. “You can just go and I won’t tell anyone.”

“We can’t just let you go.” Donnie scoffed.

For a split second, you thought they were going to kill you for finding out their secret. Or kidnap you. Something bad.

“Not with that whole situation.” He gestured to your forehead.

Curiously, you reached up and touched it.

Your fingers were wet with blood.

Go figure.

“No, it’s fine, really.” You assured them. “My apartment isn’t too far-.”

“Please, it’s fine.” Raph waved you off. “It’ll make up for this bonehead over here.” He loosely jabbed his thumb in Mikeys direction.

You wanted to say yes.

You wanted to say yes so badly.

“I don’t know, you probably got plans.” Leo shrugged, putting his sword away. “It’s a Friday afternoon, after all.”

That was enough for you to make a decision.

“No, I’m actually free.” You offered. “I actually don’t even have a medicine kit at my house-.”

“Alright let’s go!” Mikey grabbed your wrist excitedly and lead the way, not even waiting for you to finish your sentence.

————

You only meant to spend ten or fifteen minutes there, tops.

But after Donnie had your head taken care of Mikey wanted to know if you wanted to play a video game.

You couldn’t say no.

Then, after an hour of the Lou jitsu game, Leo wanted to know if you wanted to check out his sword.

You felt like you had to say yes.

It’s not every day you get to see a sword!

After accidentally getting portalled to New Jersey and FINALLY making your way back, Donnie wanted to know if he could borrow you.

He needed to fix his computer and he needed your smaller fingers to reach the back for him.

Saying no just wasn’t an option.

After almost exploding the poor piece of technology, Raph wanted to know if you knew April O’Neil.

You heard them mention her earlier but you didn’t know they meant THAT April. You’d seen her around before but never really talked to her. Who knew she’d be involved with mutants from the sewer?

He invited April to join them as well.

He thought some human company and someone who would make you feel more normal about the whole situation would make you more comfortable.

He was right.

April was AWESOME.

You hadn’t realized how loud and how fun she could be!

She talked to you about how she met the turtles and every little adventure they went on!

You hoped, secretly, that you could be a part of newer ones.

Eventually, the time came for you to leave.

You were sad of course, but you felt happier than you had in days.

You left with five new numbers in your contacts list and a baked green bean casserole from a rat.

Maybe you should get body slammed into the concrete more often.

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“Wanna go to that party with me after school?” Your friend asked casually at the lunch table. “Dana couldn’t go with me and everyone else is busy. I need a plus one!”

You smiled as you responded to a meme Leo sent you, your friends words going in one ear and out the other.

“Y/n.” She asked again.

Still no response.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You snapped out of it and straightened up. “What?”

“You and I are going to a party after school.” She informed you. “We should probably pick out our outfits right when it ends. I don’t know if I’ll be able to drive you but you can just walk-.”

“Oh,” you picked your phone up again, “sorry, I have plans.”

This got her to stop. “You have plans? But you never have plans?”

Your other friend snickered. “Yeah, you’re a hermit! You never go out or do anything!”

You blushed furiously. “I’m going to my friends house to watch a movie, okay? I’m not a hermit.”

“A friend, huh?” One of them rolled her eyes. “How come I’ve never heard of them before?”

“I just met them last month.” You picked at your shirt nervously. Why weren’t they happier for you?

“Them?” Another repeated, shocked. “You have more than one knew friend?”

“Yeah.” You straightened up a bit. “Them. They’re super nice but they don’t go to our school.”

The first one rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever, think what you want. But I need you to sit with me and Jake at the park tomorrow so he can compare-.”

You didn’t even let her begin to finish her sentence. “I’m busy that day.”

“Again?” She gaped. “Seriously?”

“Now you’re just making stuff up.” Another scoffed.

“Why is it so unbelievable that I’d be busy?” You glared at them, clutching your phone protectively. “You’re all busy all the time! Why can’t I be?”

They glanced at each other with knowing looks.

“Because you barely talk to anyone! No offense, but you can be really boring.” The one next to you shrugged. “What even is your friends name anyway? You’d have said their name if they were real.”

You felt your face heating up.

Boring?

Quiet?

“His name Mikey.” You grumbled. “And maybe I don’t talk because none of you give me a chance!”

“A boy?!” The one in front of you gasped. They didn’t even acknowledge any of your other words. “Please, how could you score a boy?”

“He’s probably really ugly, no offense y/n.” One chuckled as if she were joking.

You had enough. “You know, I’m feeling a little crowded. I’m gonna go sit somewhere else.”

“You don’t even have anyone to sit with! You’re a hermit, remember?” One girl called out to you.

“I do have someone to sit with.” You growled, heading for April’s table. You should have started sitting with her a long long LONG time ago.

“Alright, see you Monday I guess.” Was the reply.

The way they just blew it off... UGH. You wanted to punch something.

“Hey, what brings you to the cool kid table?” April grinned, shoving Dale over to make room. “Aren’t you supposed to be with your other friends?”

You managed to shove away the buzzing anger in your head, replacing your frown with a matching smile. “Nah, there’s not enough room for me AND their egos.”

April snorted, assuming you were joking. “Well there’s always room for you here!”

Those were words you’d waited too long to hear.

—————

You still saw your old friends and occasionally filled in for them when they needed an extra.

But you denied their offers more and more.

For once, you knew what it felt like to be prioritized.

“Hey we’re gonna watch a Lou Jitsu movie, wanna come?”

“I saw this glass painting trend online and I thought you’d want to come over and do it with me!”

“I heard this song and I thought you’d like it. Here’s the link!”

“Check our this hilarious meme!”

“Dale and I are gonna go to that shin dig. I don’t know if that’s you’re thing but you’re welcome to join us!”

What a refreshing change of pace

Let me know if I should make a part two!