#this has been sitting in my drafts and I forgot about it oops

[fivewholeminutes]

@newdawnrises ohmygod, you're right!!!!!!!!!

Have 3 unedited wembley photos cause i'm bored and kinda like how they look like next to each other

[lizardboiii]

At The Tone ┃ DCU

Barry Allen x Spider-Woman!Reader

┃ Summary: Sometimes bad things happen to good people - and that’s where the Justice League comes in. Too bad you weren’t interested.

“Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be" Billie Eilish, "What Was I Made For?"

│cw: SFW, alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief, hurt/comfort, violent themes

│wc: 3.9k

│chapters: One shot

│notes: This fic has been sitting unfinished (with 2k words!!) in my drafts for a WHILE. randomly decided it needed to see the light of day ig. was gonna make it nsfw but i low key hate it and just wanted too move on oops. enjoy <3

・❥・

│One Shot: At The Tone

You have five new messages.

“Good afternoon, Spider-Woman this is Cla-”

You heard a throat clear.

“It’s Superman. I see you still aren’t picking up any of the team’s calls,” He swallowed thickly, “I understand your recent loss was… hard. Something none of us would have wished for anybody.”

You could feel the tension in his voice.

“Please take all the time you need. The league is more than capable of taking care of New York in your absence for the time being.”

The sound of a pen clicking disrupted the message every so often, “But at least give us some indication you're alive…and well. The team cares about you,” He chuckled warmly, “Even “Mr. I Work Alone” Batman himself.”

His laugh dropped abruptly with a soft sigh, “Call me back when you can.”

Beep

You crawled out of bed slowly, dragging your duvet behind you like a cloak. The plush cotton laid heavy on your shoulders. You wondered if this was how Big Blue felt every morning - the weight of knowing everything depending on him once he bore his iconic red cape. 

You knew what that weight felt like, and you knew what it felt like to have it all come crashing down.

You have four new messages 

“How’s it hanging, Spidy? Haha, you get it?” A dramatic sigh escaped the machine, “Sorry, poor timing.”

He took a moment to regroup, “It's Green Lantern, just calling to check in. Headquarters has been depressing without you. I mean even Martian Manhunter is down in the dumps. It's a total bummer.”

Another sigh, “Listen you don't have to call me back if you don’t want to, but at least let Flash know you're still alive. He needs you more than he lets on.”

Beep

You groaned at the shrill ring of the answering machine. The outdated tech was too cherished to be discarded but the pulsing headaches you received from it almost outweighed the fond memories of Aunt May.

Thoroughly woken up, you entered your kitchenette. Your eyes shifted between the week old coffee pot on your stove to the half empty Hennessy bottle next to it. 

Maybe this time you would make the right choice. A sober evening is a good evening. However, the battle was always rigged to begin with and the winner already predetermined.

The Hennessy felt burdensome in your hand as you took a long swig. It burned violently down your throat, eating at your skin, before finally settling warmly in your stomach. Though you hated to admit it, it satisfied you more than any pot of coffee could.

Staggering to your couch, courtesy of one of New York’s finest sidewalks, you flopped down. The cushions were well used and musty. But who were you to pass up a free couch?

You have three new messages

“Spider-Woman.”

There was a lengthy pause.

“Your recent inactivity has caused some concerns regarding your whereabouts. The league seems to be having a hard time focusing on missions with your absence.”

Bats’ uncertainty leaked through the phone as he thought of his next sentence, “You have my condolences, Webs. However, the league cannot continue to work with this distraction. Please report to the Hall of Justice immediately.”

He hesitated, “We are worried.”

Beep

An involuntary snort escaped you. Bats’ attempt at comfort was interesting to say the least. He was surprisingly awkward for a leader of the Justice League. Though you supposed dark and brooding was his brand.

You have two new message

“Greetings, Spider-Woman, Wonder Woman speaking.”

You could hear muffled arguing in the background.

“Batman may have been a bit…straightforward in that last voicemail,” She attempted a fake laugh, “Please do not mind his bluntness, he is merely just as concerned as the rest of us. In his own way at least.”

A loud slam made her curse under her breath.

“I apologize I must go, the “children” are fighting again. Don’t hesitate to call back. See you soon, Webs.”

Beep

Lifting the liquor to your lips, your brows creased when only a drop hit your tongue. Out already?

You let out an exaggerated sigh before placing the empty bottle on your coffee table. A quick glance at your barren pantry told you everything you needed to know. You’d have to go out and get some more. You felt your face scrunch. That means you have to go out in public.

You weighed your options. 

You could stay inside and continue to peacefully hide from the world, but you're guaranteed to sober up eventually.

Or you could make a quick trip to the convenience store down the road and pray the minimum wage employee can’t smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. 

You hummed thoughtfully. Though, now that you think about it, there’s a off chance you might run into the supe that’s covering your city for the time being. Then again, there’s a very high chance it’s not someone from the Justice League, a member from The Team at best. 

Massaging your forehead, you tried to remember the last time a Justice League member took a leave of absence. A blonde goatee flashed in your mind.

That’s right. Green Arrow was out for a while when he got busted up pretty bad. His protégé, Speedy, ended up babysitting Star City in his absence. You bit your lip. 

But you didn’t have one of those anymore.

You have one new message

“Hey Webs! Sent me to voicemail again, huh?”

An awkward laugh made the machine crackle.

“Just calling to check up on you. How are you doing? Feeling alright? Just say the word and I can grab you anything from anywhere. I mean literally anywhere. They don’t call me the fastest man alive for nothing!”

You could practically hear the large smile embedded on his face.

A large sigh passed through the speaker, “It’s been a month now. The team misses you…I miss you. A lot actually.”

He paused.

“Just call me back alright? I need to know if you're okay.”

Beep

Your hand paused over your front door handle. Flash’s deep voice was like a siren's call, beckoning you in. 

What you’d give to turn around. What you'd do to call him back. It took everything in you to force yourself away from his voice.

Your best friend. 

Your confidant. 

Your everything. 

You have zero new messages

・❥・

You weaved through the bustling sidewalk with a slight wobble, managing to dodge a third of the people you almost crashed into. Night was quickly approaching. That meant the streets were only going to get busier. 

More people = More crime = More superheroes.

Fumbling into a dimly lit alley, you avoided Main Street completely. It was too risky. Even in your civilian disguise there was no guarantee your voice wouldn’t be recognized - mainly by your teammates but especially by… Flash.

You recalled how often you sought each other out in the Hall of Justice. Whether it was meddling in the business of others, or simply enjoying the company of one another.

His hand always seemed to find its way to the small of your back. Gently resting. While his thumb delicately circled the thin fabric of your suit. 

He leaned in closer than he should. The dull smell of his cologne inevitably picked up by your heightened senses. 

It wasn't how friends should behave - but that's all you ever were. Friends.

Thwack!

You slammed yourself against one of the side walls in surprise, extinguishing your mind of complex thoughts. Creeping closer, you cursed in your head when harsh thumps and muffled grunting filled the air. 

“Where’s my money, Huey?”

Crack!

“I-I don’t know! Please!”

Whack!

You recognized the tell-tale sound of blood splattering against the ground, akin to paint splashing. The sound made you nauseous. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you thought of your next move. 

Now, on any normal occasion you’d swing in all heroic and save the day. But today was different. You were different. 

Excuses flooded your brain as you tried to explain to yourself why you felt little desire to help the abused man. 

Your suit was at home crammed somewhere in between an ugly Christmas sweater and a latex bodysuit you practically begged Cat Woman not to give you. 

Even if you had the energy, you were still considered MIA to the league. You’d basically be spoon feeding them your location. 

Your internal dilemma didn’t last long as the pummeling swiftly came to an end. Peaking around the corner, you watched the assistants retreat into an adjacent alley. They moved lazily. Clearly they didn’t expect to be caught.

You could still catch them.

You found yourself making an internal description. Two Caucasian males both wearing black beanies and disgustingly outdated puffer jackets. The taller one sported purple and green. While the shorter preferred yellow. 

Your foot shifted before you felt yourself hesitate. Maybe you shouldn’t. They’d probably be caught soon enough anyways. 

If anything, the supe covering your city would swoop in and haul their asses to the local jail. Especially when you called an ambulance for the man who was passed out on the ground. It would put this area on tonight's map. You sighed and finally allowed yourself to relax. 

This was fine. 

Everything was fine. 

Shifting your eyes to the ground, you located the poor soul who suffered the attack. His breathing was ragged and wet. You were quick to put two fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. A wave of relief crashed through you when you felt a steady beating.

Pulling out your phone, you immediately dialed 911 and requested an ambulance, anonymously of course. You stayed with the man until you could hear loud sirens growing closer. Your sign to leave. 

Exiting the alleyway, you reached the small convenience store in record time. The adrenaline in your system was starting to make quick work of the alcohol in your bloodstream. 

You could feel your senses beginning to come back. Eyes clearer. Ears sharper. You could practically hear the heartbeats of everyone in the store. 

Groaning at your misfortune, you beelined for the alcohol section in the back. My god was it beautiful. Itching to return home, you grabbed a random bottle that had the highest percentage. Taste didn’t matter. Only the effect.

Glancing at your selection you choked on your own spit. 30 dollars?? The glass bottle was swiftly put back as you grabbed the cheapest one you could find. Tucking the Shitty K under your arm, you turned to walk to the register.

“PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP, OLD MAN.”

You froze. Extending your neck out, you caught a glimpse of the register. 

Purple, green, and yellow.

You had to be fucking kidding.

You watched as the two assailants from the alley held the elderly cashier at gunpoint. His form shook like a leaf. 

“Please! Just take the money and leave!”

You caught his eyes as he begged for his life. Tear filled and shaking. You could have prevented this. If you would have just stopped them when you had the chance none of this would have happened.

You could have saved the man in the alley. Saved the poor cashier.

You could have saved Uncle Ben too. 

Your eyes watered. Fucking pathetic mistake. What the hell were you doing? You weren’t a teenager anymore. You were a grown adult who should have learned from your mistakes by now.

Shifting your eyes from the vodka to him, you pressed your lips in a thin line. You didn’t know what hurt more. The fact that you were repeating past mistakes or the fact that you wanted to take the more expensive alcohol and leave unnoticed.

When did you become this? 

No wonder you let Spider-Girl die.

You needed a drink. Desperately.

Abruptly, a whiplash of red and yellow snatched you from your daydream. The streaking shape blew over the newspaper stand before spinning around the starstruck perpetrators. You knew those McDonald's colors from anywhere. 

Kid Flash.

Like any speedster, he removed the gun in milliseconds before tying up the confused robbers. They stood no chance against the meta-human.

Dusting off his hands, Kid Flash smiled smugly at the dumbfounded duo, “Guns aren’t currency, you know?”

The man in yellow thrashed violently, “What the hell-Kid Flash!? Why are you in New York? Spidey taking a break or something?”

You cringed.

Kid Flash’s boyish voice laughed awkwardly, “Something like that.”

You need to get out of here. Now.

Slowly backing into the aisle, you clenched your teeth when your elbow hit the shelf. The bottles tinked in a symphony, altering everyone in the store of your presence. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Instantly, you snatched your coat hood and covered your face and hair. Staring into the grime covered tiles, you prayed Kid Flash wouldn’t think too much of it.

“Hello?”

Of course. The one time he’s actually thorough.

“Are you alright?”

Bright yellow boots came into your vision as you tried to conceal yourself further. You hunched into yourself with clenched fists. Mistaking your actions for something else, Kid Flash placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey it’s okay! You don’t have to be sacred!”

You bite into your lip eager to escape the conversation, “I’m not. Please let go.”

Kid Flash laughed, sounding a little too similar to Flash in your opinion. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he stood next to you with his hands on his hips. 

“Then why are you hiding?” A red glove entered your vision. It was headed straight for your hood.

You slapped his hand away, “Didn’t your parents tell you not to talk to strangers.”

He shrugged, “That rule doesn’t really apply to superheroes.”

You couldn’t contain the breathy laugh that left your throat. You hate to admit it but you actually really missed the kid. 

However, you failed to realize your mistake. If anyone knew your laugh it was Kid Flash. You spent way too much time around him and Flash for him not too.

There was a long pause. 

“…Webs?”

You flinched hard, “Wrong person.” You internally cursed at yourself for the obvious slur in your voice.

“Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

His hand grabbed your upper arm tightly, “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

You gently pulled against his hold, attempting to break free without force, “I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t,” Kid Flash raised his hand to his ear piece, “Just let me notify Flash-”

“NO!”

Your arm flew up to the communicator without thought. Taking advantage of his surprise, you were able to snatch the high tech earpiece from his loosen grip.

“Hey!” 

Kid Flash grabbed at you. His lanky limbs attempting to reclaim his lost device, “Let go!”

“You let go!” You shoved his face away with the palm of your hand. 

Kid Flash merely continued to grab at the air around you, “Never!”

If this was any other situation you would have laughed. The pair of you looked like children fighting over the last dessert.  

However, this wasn't just any situation. This situation involved Flash. 

“Listen to your elders you brat!” Finally, after a well fought struggle, you managed to hold the device out of arm's reach. A much needed success after the month you've had- 

“Webs?”

You halted in your tracks.

The small communicator in your hand blinked on and off, identifying an unstable signal. 

“Webs is that you?” Flash was urgent, “Wait there! I'm coming-”

You crushed the device in your hand. Terrified.

Small fragments engraved themselves into your skin, dotting your hand red. What have you done? 

“Batman’s gonna kill you for that, you know?” Kid Flash laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

You frowned, uninterested in entertaining him. Kid Flash merely smiled awkwardly. It was evident the boy was taken aback by your unusually serious demeanor. 

The thought didn't take up much space in your mind. You could only think of one thing. When would Flash decide to appear out of thin air?

As if conjuring the hero, a red bolt flew through the mostly empty convenience store. The glass doors shook from the force. While newspapers scattered through the air, Vogue landed atop the cashier's head. 

Though he moved faster than the speed of light, he stood before you still. Unmoving. It was as if you might fade away if he got too close. 

“Webs,” His voice was laced with reverence. 

Your mouth went dry, “Flash.”

The tension between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife, suffocating you. Maybe this was how Flash planned to get back at you for ignoring him. Slowly killing you with hypoxia. A metaphorical death pertaining to how he felt during your absence. 

“Woah, this just got really awkward.” 

Kid Flash’s voice suddenly reminded you of his presence. He swayed uncomfortably. Trapped between you and Flash.

The younger male pointed his thumbs at the door, “Should I leave…or?”

“Yes.” 

Startled at your synchronous voices, Kid Flash quickly shuffled toward the door, “Alright. See you later?”

Flash nodded his head in response, ushering his protégé away. Kid Flash couldn't leave fast enough. Magazines, once again disturbed, twirled around the ground from where he left.

You stared at the loose paper. Preferring the sight of perfume ads then whatever expression Flash held. From the corner of your eye you should see him shift. He moved with unease. Your mouth curled slightly. He never was able to stop moving for long. 

“Webs, I-”

You cut him off, “I’m sorry.”

Flash furrowed his brows in confusion, “You don’t need to apologize. It's not your fault.”

“But it is,” You clenched your teeth in frustration, “It's always been my fault.”

The taller male crossed the space between you hesitantly. You flinched when he placed his large hands on your shoulders, completely engulfing them. 

“It wasn't your fault, Webs. Nobody could have known.”

“I could have saved her,” you finally met his gaze, “I was right there.”

You saw his eyes widen slightly, clearly used to your masked form more than your real face. 

Your name spilled from his lips. 

Not just Webs - your name.

You took a shaky breath, “Barry.”

The name was foreign on your tongue. You had tried to keep your personal life separate from hero work. Though that only lasted a year. Barry managed to weasel his way into your home life before you knew it.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Barry’s hands slid from your shoulders down to your hands, caressing them softly. “Believe me when I say this,” He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in your position before. We all have.”

Breaking eye contact, your stare bore into the wall of cheap booze, “I know.”

“And I know,” He cupped your cheek, “That drinking away your problems won’t help. It only makes it worse.”

You bit your lip, “I just want to forget.”

“I know. God, I know. I want to go back and change that day every time I open my eyes,” He placed his head in the crook of your neck, “But I've been down that road before. And it's not sustainable.”

Your eyes felt hot, your throat dry, “I don’t know what to do.”

Barry pulled your smaller frame into his arms, “No one does.”

You sunk into his embrace, inhaling his scent.

“Let me take you home, Webs.”

“Okay.”

・❥・

You held tightly onto Barry, arms circling his neck, as he brought you home. You had barely enough time to blink before you were standing in front of your apartment’s door.

Barry hesitantly let you down from his hold. Though his arm stayed wrapped around your waist for support. You gave him a gentle smile as a thank you. 

Unlocking your door, you were immediately reminded of the state of your apartment. Dirty laundry and loose items scattered the floor. 

Shame crept up your neck. The uncaring attitude towards your humble abode seemingly disappeared.

Barry entered slowly, taking in the messy state. His eyes were quickly drawn to the empty bottles strewn about your floor. Unsurprisingly, he began to pick one up. Then another. And another. You snapped when he started to replace your trash bag.

“Barry.”

His head whipped toward you, only focusing on you.

“That's enough,” You tried grabbing the bag from him, “You don’t need to.”

Barry held onto the plastic tightly, “I want to.”

You shook your head, “It's my mess. Leave it.”

“No.”

You jolted in surprise at his commanding tone, “Why?”

He tossed the bag to the side, “Why?” 

Laughing dryly, he shook his head, “Why not? Why wouldn't I take care of you?”

You averted your gaze, “I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“But you do,” his voice was imbued with desperation, “If you didn’t, I wouldn't have spent a month doing everything in my power to find you!”

Your face felt hot, “I didn't ask you too!”

Barry closed in the space between you, “You didn't have too!”

You weren't sure when the tears began to pour down your cheeks, “I never wanted you too! I just want to be alone! Why can’t you let me be?”

“Because I can't let you be!” Barry’s hand slammed down on your tiny island counter, “You're all I think about! From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep, all I know is you. I would rather you hate me for the rest of my life just to see you for a moment than ever ignore you.”

You felt like a deer in headlights, “What?”

“That day when Spider-Girl died,” He gripped the counter, slightly cracking it under the force, “I felt like I lost a piece of you too. And I could bear it.”

You felt like you lost your breath when Barry met your gaze again. His eyes were laced with anguish. Bloodshot rims already forming.

“I know you're hurting. I know what I am experiencing is nothing compared to what you are going through,” He searched your eyes, “But I'm in love with you! And I have been for as long as I can remember.” 

The start of a cry made his voice waver, “And this is definitely poor timing for a confession, but I can’t lose you-”

You weren't exactly sure which one of your muscles was still intact enough for you to move. However, the feeling of plush lips against your own thwarted any other thought.

Barry stood rigid for a moment. Hands clenched at his sides. Then, he dominated the kiss like his life depended on it. His hands held onto your waist tightly, before slowly making their way to your face. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this happy.

Pulling away, you took shallow breaths, “I love you.”

Barry smiled and swiped a loose teardrop from your cheek, “I love you too.”

The warm moment didn't last long. Your mind was quick to remind you that there was a reason Barry had to confess in a messy studio apartment rather than someplace special. That reason was because you were broken.

You pressed you mouth into a thin line, “Do you still want me even if-”

“I want you no matter what,” Barry didn’t allow you to get another word in, “We can go through this together.”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “You're not alone, Webs. You never were.”

You swallowed hard, “Together?”

"Together."

・❥・

[cerebralabyss]

i don't think i'll ever get used to that feeling of pure happiness when the people around me acknowledge my system/plural identity .. in a good way, of course.

it's just not the same as someone remembering things about you collectively. it tells me that i matter to those people enough for them to remember and recognize me as different people.

whether its "subtle" like how my partner tends to greet us by our specific name when we text them, or a friend being able to remember things a specific alter said/did as an individual. or more specific things, like the times our boyfriend/partner sys forgot for a second we aren't in separate bodies. and how he sends us random images near daily captioned "this is so (alter name)"

really, no matter how subtle it is, we do notice. and it makes us just as happy every single time. every little thing adds up and makes us feel happy and comfortable being "we" and not "i."

plural validation matters!! whether coming from a non-system or another plural, it all means a lot.

this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, oops. i remembered it because another friend specifically wanted to show reffy something because they knew he’d appreciate it (they said “get the goober” lol) and it made us both really happy. so i wanted to add that.

- 🥀

[heartofwritiing]

home is wherever you are tonight

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

summary: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset.

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts since march and i forgot about it oops. this is completely self indulgent. Ive dreaded my birthday for the past five years because of personal reasons… i thought maybe writing a non-shitty fake birthday would make me feel better so, it did lol. enjoy!! :)

warnings: self indulgent, mentions of childhood trama, negative past events, mentions of toxic family, fluff, Wilbur being the cutest-best boyfriend, hurt-comfort, yes the title is a lyric from a lizzy mcalpine song.. unedited!

The day had come. the day you dreaded every year for as long as you could remember. it was your birthday.

Most people would be elated about turning another year older, to celebrate but not you. Instead, it filled you with utter disinterest and resentment. To you, it was just another day on the calendar.

Ever since you could remember you’ve just hated your birthday. Each year just felt like they got worse and worse with the number of times You had been let down. Whether it was by family drama or people just forgetting. It was the same every year. So when you finally moved away from your toxic relatives you pretty much forget about it. Only remembering when you'd get a text from your parents to wish you a happy birthday. At least they remembered now that you were gone...

You were relieved when no one at work had brought it up. you never really talked to your coworkers about your personal life, you weren't that type of person. Still, you were grateful the only attention you got today was from one of your peers Matt, asking about the printer in the office not working right.

When you walked into your flat, what you weren’t expecting was too see your boyfriend standing near the door waiting for you.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” Wilbur asks in a slightly offended tone.

The front door hasn’t even shut yet and he’s caught you completely off guard with his question. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“hello to you too,” you snort, putting your bag down and sliding your jacket off. "And how'd you even know?" Avoiding the question. Cause that will make this better.

he sighs.

“Answer the question please, love,”

You’re toeing off the uncomfortable shoes you were required to wear at your job as you blankly bink back at him.

You can tell by the frowned expression on his face that he wasn’t just gonna let you drop this anytime soon. His arms are crossed over his sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his curls fall around his eyes.

“maybe because it's not a big deal,” you shrugged. Wilbur stops you with a hand on your shoulder before you can escape to your shared room. It wasn't forceful but gentle, his eyes asking you to stay, talk, anything. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep until your shift tomorrow and just forget about this whole day.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks. "I don't particularly like my birthday but still celebrate with friends, family, and loved ones."

There it was.

You wanted to avoid this.

"Look, I don't want to pressure you into talking about this, you can tell me when you're ready. I can tell how uncomfortable you got when I asked you outright why you didn't say anything about it being your birthday, I'm sorry..."

You could tell he was just confused and who could blame him. You had only been dating for about a year and finally moved in together last month. He didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, which was one of the many things you adored about him. Always so patient and thoughtful about your feelings and well-being.

There was no avoiding it now as he asked the question. Your heart beating in your ears.

“Why don’t you like your birthday, love?”

“well…” you began, but you could feel the lump in your throat forming as you thought carefully how to put it. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. “I just, have a lot of trauma revolving around today,”

Wilbur has moved slowly towards you now, almost like you were a spooked animal and he was trying to calm you. He listened carefully as you spoke slowly.

“my parents fought a lot growing up, and even on my birthday they just didn’t seem to care, even for one day, so i mostly spent my birthdays alone.”

The look in his eyes says it all. He feels so heartbroken for you. You collapsed into his chest and he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you firmly and you felt the weight in your chest fading.

"Well listen, I got you your favorite type of cake, a good bottle of wine, not that cheap shit, the really nice one we liked. we're gonna sit on the couch and eat, and you can tell me all about your day." he pauses only to bring your face out from his chest to look you in your eyes. "and then, we're gonna cuddle and I'm gonna tell you how much I love and appreciate you."

With that, he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses your nose softly. You swear that press of his lips was what made you cave. You began to break down in front of him.

Wilbur's hands seem to be the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. If he wasn't holding you, you were sure you would have fallen to your knees by now. You sob silently as you take his wrists in your hands but don't remove them from your cheeks. The intensity of the long work day and all the recurring memories this day brought you every year, combined with Wilbur's sweet gestures and words made you break.

You felt everything come down on you all at once, yet there Wilbur was, always waiting for you at the end of the day. Always there to comfort you and support you. So these weren’t sad tears no, they were happy tears. Finally, you found someone who cherished you and cared for you enough.

-

@trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @highstonedcat

[777sturn]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝜗𝜚 matt sturniolo

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . . 5 headcannons of matt based on the 5 different love languages

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 bf!matt x gf!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔) kinda suggestive

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this was so fun to write i love matt sm ALSO this has been marinating in my drafts for WEEKS and i literally forgot to post it oops!

quality time:

bf!matt who is a sucker for quality time. he’s simple: he enjoys the late night car rides with you as well as staying in to watch movies. of course, on special days (valentines, birthdays, etc) he will treat you out and take you to a fancy restaurant and a nice hotel for the weekend.

physical touch:

bf!matt who is a cuddler by heart. he enjoys laying his head on your lap or you sitting on his lap and holding you close. he looovessss running his fingers through your hair and pressing soft kisses all over your face. he is handsy when you guys make out or have sex, his hands will be trailing everywhere: tracing your figure slowly, all the way to your thighs, and then back to your waist.

acts of service:

bf!matt who is literally willing to drop anything to help you. despite his video game addiction, he will pause it and comfort you if you need anything. if he knows you’re coming over, he already went to the store beforehand to buy snacks for the two of you and went to your favorite place to eat and bought you lunch. if he sees you about to stand up and wash the dishes or clean up, he will do it himself. he also does things without being asked since he enjoys seeing you relaxed and smiling.

words of affirmation:

bf!matt who LOVES showering you with compliments and telling you how much he’s proud of you. it could be at the most random times and he will let a, “you’re so perfect” or a, “im so proud of you today” out. he’s always reassuring you if you feel stressed and is by your side to comfort you. when you guys have sex, there’s never a time where he doesnt compliment how well your doing. when you’re close, he’s reminding you how pretty you look when you cum.

gift giving:

bf!matt who loves to spoil you. he’s the type of person to buy you bouquets every two weeks and replace them if they die. if you mention something you wanted, he will buy it for you. he is also a big crafty homemade card guy. so for every valentine’s day, birthday, or your guys’ anniversary, expect a cute card that was made with lots of love.

[bandousama]

AHHHHH if you're Posting content again may I ask for some Shohei stuff🤍🤍

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ‘mama i'm in love with a criminal’

ft. gangster!shouhei x sweet girl!reader * ˚ ✦

a/n: posting this now since it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months so i apologize if i didn’t post this sooner 🥲 i forgot…oops. just a heads up, but he might be a bit ooc

gangster! shouhei who's hopelessly in love with the darling girl next door.

gangster! shouhei secretly watches you walk to your doorstep every night, eyes scanning the surroundings for any intruder that may harm you.

gangster! shouhei scoffing and scaring the men away who have their disgusting eyes on you.

gangster! shouhei who proudly declares that whoever lays a hand on you will know how merciless he can be.

gangster! shouhei’s legs turn to jello once you finally say hi to him. what makes his pulse go skyrocket was when you asked if he could accompany you to the cinemas.

gangster! shouhei who admits to himself that he's one big of a pervert as he watches you touch and fondle your sex from his window. his hard bulge straining his tight jeans when you attempted to moan his name quietly…obviously failing.

gangster! shouhei who is in disbelief over your lewd late night shenanigans. who knew that the pretty and innocent doll he's been eyeing on is secretly a lust-filled, hungry, slut.

gangster! shouhei really cannot get enough of his sweet girl. now that he knows your dirty little secret, he's been using it as blackmail to get what he wants. explicit pictures, lewd voicemails, and even asking you to give your used panties to him. what a dirty, dirty man!

gangster! shouhei has been nothing but unforgiving with his requests. you still showed up to your cinema date with a dangerously short skirt that you managed to wear without safety shorts. and shouhei’s just shocked? because first, you've been sneakily touching yourself to him every night and now this? you really want to get fucked, huh?

gangster! shouhei who as soon as you guys are inside the movie theater, his hand is immediately against your soiled panties. his fingers instantly plunging inside your wet cunt, your hips riding his soaked fingers. you give no fucks about the movie, not when he's verbally degrading you for letting a dangerous man like him violate your pussy in public.

gangster! shouhei is a big meanie to his sweet, darling girl.

[pro-endo-culture-is]

pro endo traumaendo culture is having a friend with DID whose entire support network is in anti endo communities and not having the heart to tell them about my origins because i know they're struggling so much already and they need as much support and stability as they can get

[OOC - OOPS JUST FORGOT WE GOT YELLED AT FOR NOT LISTENING IN THE COURSE AND THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN OUR DRAFTS EVER SINCE 😭😭😭😭]

ANYWAY ORIGINAL ANSWER:

Oh my god thats so selfless- GIVE THEM HEADPATS FROM US!!! (Or metaphorical headpats if they uncomfy)

Also

*GIVES U HEADPATS*

MUAHAHAHAHAHA

[littlestsnicket]

ahh! forgot to do an update yesterday! 2/2 tasks complete last week, only making 1 extremely vague commitment this week because nona! and rennfaire! and i really need to sit down and write the vote fwd letters

some notes under the cut

last week i ended up adding a whole bunch to what is titled “corset fic (oops)” and i moved the file from g-docs to ellipsus so that’s been a fun experiment. going to mess around some more with the draft and merge functionality this week.

so apparently i am going to actually finish and publish kink fic? is this really kink fic? probably… all good kink fic (imo) has character exploration. also a reminder that it’s a lot easier to write sex when you’re not in your own head about evoking but not mimicking someone else’s writing style. but there’s not that much left… just a few beta notes and one bracket that just says ‘more sex’—which could mean anything in terms of writing effort—and soymimikiu may have distracted me with a research question, but i’m quite happy with what i’ve written and i think i’ll get this done relatively quickly. i’ve been meaning to write fic like this since the one moment in the books where anna henrietta is digging her fingers into dandelion’s arm and stroking him like a pet. yeah… that is a dynamic that does things to me.

more than halfway through nona and it’s eating my brain. i had a realization about the key ‘mystery’ of the book and i can’t decide if i hope i’m right or not. i don’t usually like… engage with stories in a way that i’m trying to work out what the plot twist is but the locked tomb books are so complicated i kind of have to to make sure i am paying enough attention to understand what is happening. these books are insane and brilliant and the way they are crafted… ugh (affectionate).

[marshmellowtea]

um. so. y'all are not going to believe this but i've had this goddamn fic finished for MONTHS but i fucking FORGOT??? IT WAS HERE??? IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS BECAUSE I FORGOR I HAD THIS BASICALLY FINISHED FIC JUST WAITING TO BE EDITED AND PUBLISHED HGKLDSJFLKSD 😭

ahem. anyway. sorry for yelling lmao. onto the actual fic summary—basically, i decided to write this silly little thing about human, arospec lila trying to talk about a newly formed crush with an aroacespec will. it's very silly and fluffy and writing it made me giggle a lot, don't expect much angst here, aside from like a sprinkling of it for flavor lmao. that being said, small warning for some toxic queerplatonic partner vibes between will and lila, but the vibe is still mostly lighthearted, it's not too heavy or extreme. also, they're working on it, okay :') they're teenagers who grew up in abusive/traumatizing environments (which isn't referenced in the fic but it definitely shapes the way i characterize them), they don't exactly know how to navigate a healthy relationship yet but they're trying goddammit dskjfkdsafj

.....uh, if it's not obvious, i don't remember how i do summaries on tumblr fics ngl. there'll probably be a cleaner one when this gets posted onto ao3 in a day or two, so watch out for that if you'd prefer to read this on there :P tbh depending on how tired i am when i get home from work i might just go ahead and post it on there later today anyway oops

anyway, onto the fic now, hope y'all enjoy! :)

William's curled up on his side, his upper body in Lila's lap and her hands kneading though his hair in a way that mostly feels good, when she suddenly asks the question.

"Is it called a crush because you want to crush them?"

If this were closer to the beginning of their friendship, when he wasn't already used to weird comments like these from her, William might've sat up in shock, giving her a wide eyed expression of surprise she loves to make fun of him for. This is far from the most outrageous thing she's ever said to him at this point, however, so instead, he just furrows his brow and shifts in her lap a little, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Lila, what on earth are you talking about...?"

She's quiet for a moment, her hands pausing in his hair. He lets out a little whine at the loss of feeling, and she huffs softly before continuing, using a little bit more of her nails than she was before.

"Let's say...like...maybe there's this person someone thinks is...pretty," she says, the words awkward and stilted in a way he's never heard from her before. "And because they're so pretty, that person keeps...fantasizing about...squeezing them. In their arms. Or under them."

"Ew," he says on instinct, his fingers moving to fiddle with the black ring around the middle finger of his left hand. "Is this hypothetical person you, Lila?"

"No, dumbass!" she says, and, well, that almost sounds convincing. "I'm just...asking. For a friend."

"But I'm your only friend?" he asks, genuinely confused. His confusion then turns to pain, however, as she pulls on his hair—apparently she found that insulting. "Ow! Lila!"

"I have friends. Mainly friends you picked out for us—" and here, she huffs, sounding put upon about his choice in companionship, as though she has no choice in whether she hangs out with them too, "—but friends nonetheless."

...okay, admittedly, he understands where the offense came from now. But still, she claims that he's her only friend enough that of course he would make that assumption, and it's kind of not fair for her to punish him for words he's repeating from her. And also, he must reiterate, ow.

"Anyway, it's for a friend," she insists, sounding a bit wounded. "God. Don't be a smartass, Will, it's not flattering on you."

"I'm not trying to be a smartass, you're just—ugh, nevermind," he grumbles, letting his eyes flutter open and sulking at a vague point in the distance. His hand drifts toward the hem of her skirt, and he plays with it absently, rubbing his fingers over the soft fabric. "Putting all that aside, well...um, sorry to your friend, but I don't think I'm the right person to ask about that. I still don't really...understand all that stuff."

"Ugh, right, I forgot you were a fucking loser."

"I'm not a loser!" he protests, but he immediately feels childish for it. He flips onto his stomach to hide his face in her lap, and is instantly rewarded with one of her hands on the nape of his neck, a warm, comforting weight. "That stuff is just...really complicated..."

"Yeah, well, that's cuz you're a loser who's bad with people, it's okay to admit it."

There's a twinge of fondness to the insult, and despite himself, he finds himself smiling a little at her tone. Still, he decides to retaliate by lightly pinching her on the calf, just under the crook of her knee.

"Ow! Will!"

She then retaliates to him by pulling on his hair again, harder this time despite only using one hand this time. He lets out a sharp cry of pain and smacks her on the knee, pulling out of her lap briefly to escape her wrath. She drops her hands once he's fully off of her and sitting up on his knees, and he scowls at her unamusedly. She scowls back at him, the two of them staring at each other for a moment with equal mild annoyance.

Then, face unchanging, Lila pats her thigh, looking even more annoyed when he doesn't immediately lay back down. "Well?"

He huffs, but obliges, flopping back in her lap, this time on his back so he can continue to scowl at her. One of her hands returns to his hair, and the other one grabs one of his hands, though it feels less like she's just trying to hold his hand and more like she's trying to restrain him from pinching her again. Which, really, is super unfair, given that he only pinched her because she was being mean to him. And she pulled his hair first. And because she always does shit like that to him, and he deserves a chance to defend himself...

...but she is petting his hair in a way he likes again, and her face has softened a little, her lips now in that tiny but genuine sort of half smile he's only seen her use on him. He smiles back at her, wobbly and crooked but just as genuine, letting out a little laugh despite how genuinely annoyed he was moments prior.

"You're the worst," he says, and though he kind of means it he also says it with all the affection in the world. "I am sorry I can't answer your question, though."

"Hey, you also suck," Lila says back, but she coos it in the same tone you'd use on a mischievous kitten. "And it's fine, honestly. It wasn't a serious question, anyway. I was just wondering."

They fall quiet for a moment, and William's eyes fall to their enjoined hands, watching as Lila idly traces his fingers with her thumb. He's struck, then, with the oddest thought—that being, the thought that he does love her, in some weird way, despite the constant bickering and occasional minor physical attacks. That no matter how hard she makes it for him, he cares about her, and he wishes she would let him do that without constantly trying to fight on him on it. That he's glad she loves him too, in her own weird way, because he knows she does but he rarely gets to hear her say it out loud.

Not that he could ever say all that to her, of course. She'd probably just make fun of him.

Instead, he says, "If it is you with the crush...you know I'd be here to listen if you wanted to talk about it, right?"

He's fully prepared to let the conversation end there, but she surprises him by letting out a sigh and saying, "I don't even know if it is a crush."

He raises his eyebrows at that, trying not to get too excited at the information he was just given. She'd hate it if he said it out loud, but she's really easy to scare away on these rare moments where she's being open or vulnerable. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying not to let his voice soften too much.

She groans loudly at that, but she hasn't stopped talking, which, score. "I dunno, William, like...the crush question was kind of a joke? But it also kind of wasn't?"

"...elaborate?"

She groans louder, loud enough to startle him a little. She must feel him jump, because she gives his forehead a light pat before entangling her fingers back in his curls, the hair petting having mostly stopped now. "When I think about this person...I want to hold them as tight as possible and not let go. And squeeze their hand and just...hold it. And..." She grimaces, like it pains her to admit it. "And kiss them, maybe. On their stupid fucking face. Among...other things that I suppose I will graciously spare you."

She taps his ring as she says that, making him giggle. "Thank you. I appreciate that," he says, smiling broadly up at her for a moment, before his face falls back into an inquisitive frown. "Uh, but, Lila? I'm no expert, but that...kind of sounds like a crush? I think?"

Lila chews on her lip for a moment, as if considering what she's going to say next. When she finally speaks, William feels his heart cease to beat in his chest.

"I know, but like...a lot of that is stuff I want to do with you."

William feels his face grow hot, and he stammers, ice cold panic rushing through his veins. Yeah, he loves Lila, but it's not—it's not like that, he's not comfortable with—she knows he's not—

"Not the—not the sex stuff!" Lila says suddenly, giving him a harsh shake. "I didn't say I wanted to do all of that with you, take a fucking breath, Will!"

Oh, he did stop breathing for a second there, didn't he? He inhales deeply as she told him to, letting her lightly push him upright into a sitting position on the bed. He twists around a bit so the two of them are side by side, and she immediately tugs him closer until his head is on her shoulder, awkwardly patting his back in a way he thinks she thinks is comforting. It's a little much, honestly, given that his moment of panic really was just a moment—it was instant relief hearing that she wasn't into him in that way, and it was kind of silly for his brain to jump to that conclusion in the first place anyway since he mostly knows where they'd drawn the lines in their relationship, even if they've never properly talked about it—but he likes these rare occasions where she attempts to fuss over him, so he's not going to protest it. It's kind of sweet, really, even if it's obvious that she has no idea how to comfort another human being.

"Ugh," she says, sounding more embarrassed than exasperated. "Ugh, I said that in the stupidest way, sorry." Then, after a pause, she adds, "I mean...it's all just stupid, anyway."

"Aww, no it's not," William says gently, very comfortable in his place nestled against her side. "I guess I get what you mean though. I know I don't have a crush on you, but I like cuddling you and stuff. I'd also feel weird if I suddenly felt the same thing toward someone else but with...other stuff too."

"Yeah," Lila says, sounding mopey. Probably because she's moping, if he had to guess. "It's not just that, either, wanting to touch this person the way I touch you also feels...different. Different in a way that's hard to pin down." She grabs his hand, having lost it in the shuffle of him sitting up, and once again starts tracing his fingers, running her thumb from the back of his hand, over his knuckles, down to his fingernails. "Like when I do this, it's nice, but I don't do it and think about you as my boyfriend. That'd be disgusting."

William barks out a laugh at that. Technically, it could be an insult toward him, but... "I understand what you're getting at, yeah. I want to be close to you, but you're not, like, my girlfriend or anything, and I wouldn't really want you to be. You're just my friend, but, like...a friend I want to cuddle sometimes."

"Stop saying that we cuddle," Lila scoffs, but the usual harshness of her tone is still rather muted. "But...yeah. Exactly. It's different, and it's weird."

William hums sympathetically, giving her arm a light pat. "Yeah," he says quietly. "That does sound weird." Then, after a pause, "I'm sorry. I wish I could help you more."

Lila huffs, letting her cheek rest against his head. "I wish you could help me more too," she bemoans, interlocking their fingers and giving his hand a light squeeze. "But, whatever. Just talking about it was nice, so you're not completely useless..."

Once again, William just chuckles at that. He can hear the unsaid Thank you in her voice, and he appreciates it, even if he does wish she would just be straightforwardly nice to him sometimes. Hell, not even just to him, oftentimes he wishes she would be nice in general.

But...she's working on it. He thinks. There's been a notable difference in the way she speaks to Martha, Ellie, and Regina, anyway. She's still on guard around Jim and Mike, and god, he doesn't really know what her deal with Tanya is, but she's friendlier with those three, at least. And...she's been more gentle with him, too. At the very least there's been less pinching.

He's proud of her. Which is another thing he can't tell her if he doesn't want her to laugh in his face, but, hey. Maybe one of these days.

"...you wanna lay down now?"

Her question pulls him out of his introspection, and William hums in assent, finally pulling his head off of her shoulder. "Are we gonna take a nap now?" he asks, rubbing at his face absently. "I got pretty close to falling asleep before, well, you know."

She sniffs, pulling her legs up on the bed and stretching out behind him, her arms and legs reaching each end of the mattress before she rolls back onto her side and brings them back in again. "I mean, you can sleep if you want. I don't know if I will."

"You're not at all tired?" he asks, curling up on his side next to her. They're face to face, now, and he can see the exhaustion in her face, as well as the slight flush left over from their conversation.

"Not really," she sniffs. "I mean, I don't think I am enough to fall asleep. I just want to rest my eyes a little."

"Oh, okay," he says, scooting a little closer to her. "I might fall asleep. You didn't want to talk more, did you?"

Lila shakes her head rather than verbally answer, and William smiles to himself. She's probably going to fall asleep too, judging by the way she's gotten quieter, but even if she doesn't, he knows she'll let him sleep if he needs to. Unless something important happens. Or if she gets too bored, which is something important in Lila's eyes.

She kind of is the worst, but luckily for her, he kind of does love her.

He lets his eyes fall closed then, pressing further into her warmth until he's tucked up under her chin. She doesn't fight him on it, instead wrapping a loose arm over him, and he knows he's very close to drifting off when he hears her ask one last thing.

"You're really not going to ask who my hypothetical crush is on, are you?"

It's an interesting remark—it almost sounds like she's disappointed. Still, it's not interesting enough for him to open his eyes. "I kinda figured I wouldn't be able to get it out of you," he mumbles, his voice muffled by her collarbone. "Why?"

"...I dunno. I just thought you would ask," she says, starting to sound close to sleep herself.

"Did you want me too?"

"No." She says it too quickly. And then amends, "Maybe..."

He laughs sleepily, resting one curled up hand on the small of her waist, wanting to be closer, trying to absorb the warmth she's emanating—she's always run weirdly warm, while he runs weirdly cold. He tries not too think too hard about the way that makes them fit so well together. "Tell you what. When I wake up, I'll pester you about it as much as you want me to. Is that okay?"

"I didn't want you to pester me," she protests, scowl audible in her voice. "Just ask."

He laughs again, suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of contentment. "'m gonna pester you so hard," he mumbles, picturing the dirty look he knows she's giving him despite his still closed eyes. "'m not gonna leave you alone until you give me answers. S'only fair."

"How's that fair?"

"I mean...you pester me when I try to keep secrets from you."

"I don't..." Lila protests, but she sounds amusingly unsure. "Besides, since when did you try to keep secrets from me anyway...?"

"Mm. I stopped tryin' cuz you'd always get them outta me."

"Well, that just sounds like your fault."

"...maybe you've got me there," he mumbles, chuckling softly. "I jus' think it's my turn to needle somethin' out of you this time, mmkay?"

"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Lila grumbles, making him giggle more.

The two of them then lapse into a comfortable silence, aside from their quiet breathing. William is just about asleep when he feels more than hears Lila murmur something against his hair.

"Love you, Will. No matter what happens."

He smiles widely at that. She must think he's asleep—rarely does she say that she loves him without him saying it first. Even then, he usually receives it with a (nonetheless fond) eye roll, so hearing it now sounding so genuine is a nice treat.

"Love you too, Lila," he mumbles back, his voice slurred from exhaustion. "Love you so so much."

Given the way she tenses, he was probably right in thinking that she thought he was asleep. Still, she doesn't respond with a protest or a quip like she normally does, whether because of her tiredness, or maybe she just wanted to let a nice moment linger for once. Either way, he'll count that as a win.

It doesn't take him long to drift off after that, the smile not leaving his face even as he sleeps.

[fluffysymphony]

Rarepairs for consideration !!

Poison mushroom cookie x Strawberry crepe!

Dark choco cookie x Sparkling cookie!

Kumiho cookie x Twizzly gummy cookie!

also some sprite edits I made :))

Awww what cute sprite edits!! Let me make a section to talk about each of them! Also this has been sitting in my drafts for lord knows how long I just forgot to reply immediately oops

Strawberry Crepe x Poison Mushroom: A pretty nice pairing!! Both members of the cookies of darkness so it’s very interesting!! Don’t have much to say outside of a pretty nice dynamic! I don’t follow the COD’s stories all too often actually, but I think it’d be interesting! I can see Crepe always working on new wafflebots and constantly rambling and talking about the schematics and details to Poison mushroom with them nodding along.

PM probably listens because they like hanging out with Crep, but when PM talks about shroomies Crepe sits and asks questions while they work on smaller projects.

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Dark Choco x Sparkling: I haven’t seen this around too often! But very interesting! I’ve seen some official artwork of these two together now and again, I think they have a nice vibe! Ummmm in terms of like, an idea or thought process, I can see Sparkling often seeing Dark Choco as a sort of regular of his bar. Sparkling would likely start their friendship by asking a few questions about him, only receiving vague or simple answers.

Eventually Dark Choco will eventually let down his walls, opening up more and the both of them talking more and more. This would eventually lead to Dark Choco letting it slip he’s actually living out in the woods, Sparkling would quickly spring to action and ask for DC to stay with him! And the rest was set in stone!

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Kumiho x Twizzly Gummy Cookie: This one is pretty interesting! I would have never thought of this pairing myself but it is very neat regardless! This one like, genuinely stumped me a bit, since I’m trying to keep the rhythm of writing some little snippet or something.

Ummmmm for how they met, ok ok, they’d probably have met by like, pure chance or something, Kumiho was probably out in the woods and chatting with some of her Forest friends when a multicolored portal and the sound of crazed cackling echoing out through the forest… right behind her.

Twizzly Gummy, officially stating her entrance, Twizzly was about to start her chaos when she sees Kumiho. I like to think their relationship was chaotic from the start, not sure if TG started off having a crush Kumiho because of her like, ability I think?? But she’s so wild and chaotic that Kumiho didn’t realize the feelings were mutual.

Sorry for such long reply again, I kept forgetting this was in my drafts,, I have the attention span shorter than the life of a fruit fly,,,

[kay-elle-cee]

WIP Word Search (again)

Yes this is the third time I've been tagged and I already posted BUT I forgot I have like 2 things sitting in my drafts y'all don't know about (in addition to the 60k fic, TTHHY 4 (which I've added to since this morning) AND my two Jily Week fics so hahahahaha)

Thank you @possessingtheproperspirit for the tag and for enabling my blabbermouth tendencies!

Words: please, quiet, lips, and breath.

Tagging: @alittlebitofeverything23 @emeralddoeadeer @itsjamespotter @clare-with-no-i for the words grin, soft, heart, pain.

Under the cut for some vaguely smutty snippets.

Please (from i'll be fine, i'll be good—somehow this word only appears twice in 60k lmao)

James’ eyebrows are lifted, an amused smile on his lips. “Please tell me you’ve at least been sleeping.”

Quiet (from a 1.5k little untitled smut fic in my drafts oops)

He flicks his tongue again and has to clamp a hand across her mouth when a second, breathier moan escapes. “Quiet, Evans, remember?”

Lips (TTHHY Ch. 4)

Her ankle hooks around his under the sheets and his heart soars, even as she places a firm kiss to his lips and pulls back a few centimeters, eyebrow raised.

Breath (from my original I Can See You-inspired micro I temporarily scrapped in favor of TTHHY)

A hand slides between the gates of the lift and obeys, allowing her to slip in. Adrenaline is already running high as her eyes trace the hand up the arm to the shoulder to the chest to the body and she sucks a breath between her teeth.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I realized that in my Double Life AU Phil would share Ranboo's tear scars, and then the idea wouldn't leave my mind so I had to quickly sketch this messy little comic into existence :)

(this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now bc I forgot about it, oops!)

[rosecochonnetduprintemps]

For the sentimental asks, all questions with a 1 in it please. :-) ❤️❤️❤️

Hiii!! I hope you are doing well! 😊❤️

Also thank you for the ask! I totally forgot I had this post in my drafts (like many others but shhh) and decided to post it because why not?

1 - What’s the last recipe you tried? Blueberry pancakes!! 10 - What did your childhood bedroom look like? Uhm... bland and messy. It wasn't really a child's bedroom since it was a pretty complicated time. But I remember having this big, (and a bit ugly), lion plushie where I could sit on it and I had a Winnie the Pooh blanket on the bed, that's all I remember. 11 - Are there any recurring themes in your dreams? For some reasons, turning into a werewolf. But often it's the feeling of being powerless in front of things that are happening in front of me. 12 - Any good memories from this time of year? Good memories... hmm, maybe not from this time of year, holidays are just... sad for me. Overall I had a lot of fics ideas (just gotta write them oops). I also improved a bit in digital art which is fun. I feel like I got closer to my irl friends and I get along very well with a new coworker. I'm just trying my best. :') 13 - What do you like about yourself? For my physique, I love my hands, my hair and my eyes. Personnality wise, I would say... my imagination and my kindness. I don't really know what else to say on that. 14- What’s your favorite food from what you grew up eating at home? Poutine! ♥ But I grew up eating a lot of fish too, mostly cod, it's so good. 15- How do you show affection? I'm a very touchy and affectionnate girl with people I love and trust. Hugs, handholding... Physical touch is very important to me, just like words of affirmation. But to be honest, the 5 love languages fits me very well lmao. 16- What have you been listening to? Name one song from each of your 5 recently played albums: American Pie by Don McLean // Footloose by Blake Shelton // Welcome to my Life by Simple Plan // A Thousand Years by Christina Perri // Istanbul by ParticleMen // Rock you like an Hurricane by Scorpions 17- Do you like the name your parents gave you? Are you named after anyone? Do you have any nicknames? I love the name I have, as for if i'm named after anyone- not really. Nicknames? I got a LOT! 18- What does your dream home look like? Not too small, not too big, just enough. I imagine it cozy, with some fantasy-like decoration, plants and succulents a bit everywhere, in almost each pieces. Paint would be warm colours, to make the place feels like home and welcoming. I imagine putting some paintings around the place as well, as well as having a place of my own where I can do my art and crafts. I'd like a dog too, or even a cat- or both and maybe a reptile friend as well. I could go on and on for each pieces but i'll stop there ahaha. 19 - What’s the name of your first crush or first friend? I won't say their full names, but for my first friend, her name started with J, as for my first crush I ever had, his name started with D. 21- What songs were you obsessed with last year? Savages by Marina and the Diamonds // Killer Queen by Queen // Horns by Bryce Fox // Hey Brother by Avicii // Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd // Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy 31- A lyric that feels like it was written specifically for you/about you:

"I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel Hoping what you need is behind every door Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all"

"Please don't go, I want you to stay I'm begging you please, please don't leave here I don't want you to hate; For all the hurt that you feel, The world is just illusion, trying to change you"

- VNV Nation, Illusion (I couldn't choose between those two part so here is both)

41- What was your dream job as a kid? Who didn't want to be a veterinary as a kid? Surely not me, I wanted to become one so badly! Or even work to protect endangered animals, like lions and rhinos. But as I grew up I discovered the real jobs vets does and I am too sensitive for that even if I love animals a lot. :')

Thank you again for the ask!

[justanotherfanfolks]

(This has been sitting in my drafts since- 2021?! Oh gosh. Yeah, I was planning on writing down my thoughts on Owl House Season 2 as the episodes aired, but I only managed to jot down random thoughts I wanted to get back to because I could not properly take my eyes off the screen to write things down. And I'm trying to clean out my drafts so as the Owl House in on the mind, please accept my scattered out of context thoughts about season 2A of the Owl House from 3 years ago. Forgot about this when 2B dropped)

You know what. I want to put my thoughts on the episode down. Spoiler warning.

Parallels right from the get go! Well that was unexpected. KING NO!! I am loving the intro, everytime I see it. Eda is just struggling. Eda cares. EDA CARES! Hooty, she was having a moment! Not sure how I would feel if I got that video. Oh yeah, no portal no data. RIP to Luz. I am just feeling bad for Eda. Oof, Lilith. Heh, Lilith is jealous of a teenager. Wait TEENAGER?! Awww, child! Wait, why is a literal child so high in the coven? I have questions. Also, I want to see that dynamic. Eda cares about Luz so much, I love it! I don't think Eda is ever letting that go. Is she just going to meme on the curse now? I love her BYEEEE! Wow Hooty and Lilith coexisting. I never knew I needed this.

Give this boy a cracker!

GG time? GG time, I am ready to meet this dude! 

Oh he's intense. Hold up bird? Is it because he wanted a cracker?

That BYEEEE! I'm sold I like him.

Wholesomeness! Eda and Luz moments my beloved.

Now? You showing us the Emperor and the portal NOW? I thought that would be a mid-season thing.

Oooo, I just met Amity's mom and I already hate her. I mean I already knew her parents sucked, but this is double justified. Also, I knew there was something up with that necklace.

GUS AND WILLOW! GUS AND WILLOW! MY BOY GREW!

That pie will be in my nightmares.

Triple justified.

HE MISSES THEM! I like Bump a bit more now.

Classic Luz.

Ma'am, are you trying to kill her!?

The twins!

Cloak! Cloak! Cloak!

SHE LIKES HER! OH MY GOSH SHE LIKES HER! LOOK AT THAT FACE! GO FOR IT LUZ GO FOR IT!

Oh hello Goldie! Goldie, what are you doing here?

Oop, those abominations are coming back.

I am also hyped for those glyph combos.

🎵King episode🎵

INVISIBILITY SPELL! I need more glyph combos!

Lore? Lore.

I KNEW HE WAS A CHILD!

SHES A MOM GUYS, SHES BEEN A MOM THE WHOLE TIME!

Mom has a mom?! Why am I surprised?

Wait is she an allegory for-

Lilith owl form omg!

Accept yourself. Love yourself

NO LILITH COME BACK! LILITH!

Gus time Gus time! You go my boy! I'm here for gus and illusion magic!

...SHE JUST KISSED HER! GOSH sorry king, I still think you're cool!

BUT SHE KISSED HER!

UNCLE! Wait, UNCLE! Like, biological or honorary? I have many questions.

Lil’ Rascal likes the Golden Guard. 

Hunter. I never had an idea for his name. I like it- wait is that why the episode is named “Hunting Palisman?” Owl Crew strikes again. KIKI, THEY WERE BONDING! Fight, fight, fight! I’m a sucker for fight scenes.

♬Belos is the worst.♬Nerdy room! Right on cue!

♬Raine Time!♬

Fanfic Girl!? I see you!

I cannot express how much I love Raine. Sorry Hunter, new favorite season 2 character.

RAINE NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I need a moment. Can I be honest, folks I cried. I am now in genuine pain, why RAINE!? It should have been Darius!

Typewriter, I see I like it.

Demon lore, demon lore!

KING POWER LOOK AT MY BOY GO!

Wait, Raine and Eda were exes? I thought they were pining childhood friends! I have been bamboozled! Noo, Raine! Ah, this hurts. I have been poked in the wound left by Eda’s Requiem.

Eda trauma. Uh, who was that? 

Hooty, how did you make this?! You can do this so fast, but you can’t hold a pen I call hacks! Awww she likes it! Amity is adorable. Luz being relatable embarrassed teen. Yeah, most people would set that on fire if they had magic too, Luz. Poor Amity, she actually liked that. She probably thinks Luz is rejecting her, ACK MISUNDERSTANDINGS!

AHHHH, is this payback for that angst comment I made!?

...did I just watch Lumity become canon? OH MY GOSH-

Hooty, Hooty NO! SPIT THAT OUT SIR!

Eclipse Lake:

Prior to release: Everyone sure is excited for this one

Emperor Belos and the Door. He is always with it. Hunter! There’s my boy! And Lil’ Rascal! These two need to become a power duo, Hunter acting like a kid that watches their parent from around the corner. Wait, face reveal? NOW!? Oh he looks a lot like Hunter. Awww, Hunter is adorable in this scene! Belos seeming more like Philip everyday. Dude, why would you say that! Look at his face, that cut deep! Ah yes, stay safe for my evil plans for you, what a good uncle. No comfort, Uncle of the year, folks!

Okay, I need to reiterate how much I like Hunter! What a likable dork.

He seems so upset and genuinely confused about those voice comments. I like his voice.

Oh, so Luz did talk about him. I don’t she mentioned his name though, that might just be for her. A bad, but sad boy, yeah that about sums it up.

Is he okay? He doesn’t seem okay. Oh he’s losing it. Grave? Grave!? Why are these characters willing to die so quickly!? Eda and Hunter? This isn’t just bumming me out, this is concerning. Belos, what did you do!

Hunter, no. HUNTER NO!

Hunter seems so, what’s the word? Like a wild animal? He’s so panicked he’s fighting and struggling like this is a life or death situation, which he probably thinks it is. Belos, what did you do to him!?

Fluid. Fluid. Fluid. FLUID! Fluid fight scenes are my aesthetic.

Give. Me. His. Name.

So, I take it Amity doesn’t want to join the Emperor’s Coven anymore?

Okay, Golden Rule: If we open in the Emperor’s Palace or on any character associated with this coven, prepare for pain. I see I am still paying for that angst comment. 

Yesterday’s Lie is the midseason finale. Midseason finales for animated shows have a habit of slapping me across the face like Luz around unsuspecting sleeping people. 

“Think.” Think. Oh this will NOT end well. I predict right now, this episode will be worse than Eclipse Lake. That episode did a complete 180, it lured me into a false sense of security! 

I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA BE EVIL, SHES SO CUTE I LOVE HER!

Chancla!

Ok what if I CRIED!? OWL HOUSE STOOOOOOOP!

(Wow. I sure had thoughts. Kind of want to rewatch it all again now)

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First ship: I don’t remember but it was probably something embarrassing

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Would you ever join the villains?

Unless it was a needed thing, no, and If I did, I doubt staples would even humor the idea of letting me.