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blue-blue-blooms · 5 months

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The First Date

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your first date with Eddie doesn't go exactly as planned after you and your friends get taken and drugged by Russian spies, making him think that you stood him up.

Warnings: A little bit of angst.

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Eddie Munson.

You'd seen him around school. He was loud, rough, and slightly intimidating.

The first time you saw him was in the cafeteria, loudly speaking about the throes of capitalism, forced conformity, and the demonization of people whom society deemed 'different'. You mostly tuned people out during lunch, but it was hard to ignore Eddie. He was so captivating. You weren't sure if it was the way he used his entire body when making a point, aggressively gesticulating, or the way his face twisted and turned as he spoke, or just his general demeanor, that made everything he said sound so poignant. He hadn't really been in your orbit before, so outside your social circle. You were friends with people like Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler, not necessarily because you were popular but rather through shared trauma. There was something about going through life-altering events and near-death experiences that really bonded people for life.

The first time you spoke to Eddie was after you saw him taping a poster on a bulletin board outside the auditorium.

Hellfire Club. D&D.

"Hey, is that a D&D club?" you asked him.

He turned around, slightly startled, and looked at you with surprise.

"Oh, hey! Didn't see you there. Yeah, it's a D&D club. I'm trying to recruit new members since we're running a bit low..." He replied, giving you a hesitant smile.

He seemed a bit nervous, slightly tugging on his hair and anxiously tapping his foot. You're pretty sure you were making him nervous. You'd seen the way people like Steve treated people like Eddie, even though Steve had grown considerably after taking out a Demogorgon and watching his girlfriend nearly die. You'd seen the way Tommy and Carol used to laugh at the 'freaks', shoving them around in the hallways, making fun of their interests, like the time Tommy made someone in the band cry during a pep rally. The realization that Eddie was nervous because he expected you to do the same slightly hurt.

"That's cool! This kid that I babysit—his name's Dustin, he really likes D&D. He plays it a lot with his other friends. Whenever I used to babysit him, he'd drag me to their games. I never really got it, mostly because any time I asked a question, Dustin would scream at me," you breathlessly ramble, "He's not a huge fan of anyone who doesn't get the point, like, right away."

It seemed that the more you rambled, the more at ease Eddie became, and suddenly he was laughing as you spoke.

"Well, I promise that we don't yell at anyone in Hellfire. Only when we're excited," Eddie said, a small smile lingering on his lips as he looked at you, "Just in case you ever wanna join in."

"I might take you up on that offer. I've been pegged down the list of 'coolest teens' that Dustin knows, and my ego's taken a hit," you joked.

You hadn't ended up joining Hellfire. But you and Eddie had become sort of friends. You'd see him around school. You were both in some of the same classes, you'd see him in the hallways and you'd wave at each other. Sometimes you'd see him in the parking lot after school and you'd chat for a bit. But that was the extent of it. You didn't grow closer until summer started and you got a job at Starcourt. You worked at Café Nocturne, right across from Scoops Ahoy where Steve had started working. Most days, you spent your lunch break lounging around Scoops Ahoy, eating free ice cream, and making fun of Steve with his co-worker Robin. Sometimes you wondered what Eddie was up to, not having seen him since summer started, and you found yourself hoping you'd see him around Starcourt.

It wasn't until the second week of summer that you saw Eddie. The Café had been relatively quiet, only an old couple sitting in the far corner drinking lattes. You were trying to pass the time by making random drinks when you saw Eddie lingering by the cash register.

"Eddie!" you said, surprising yourself by how loud you were. You cleared your throat awkwardly and shuffled over to him, sending him a shy smile.

"Y/N? Hey, I didn't know you worked here," Eddie said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "It's nice to see you again, I was wondering where you went."

"Oh, just been making coffee...hanging out with my friends," you replied, "How's your summer been so far?"

"Erm, yeah, it's been okay. I've just been working, hanging out with Gareth and Jeff, writing some new music," Eddie replied.

"For Corroded Coffin, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, wow, how'd you know about that?" Eddie said, nervously twirling his hair.

"Oh-um...I heard you talking about it in the cafeteria once," you responded, hoping you didn't sound like a stalker.

"Right, yeah, you should come see us sometime. We play in the Hide Out every Tuesday," Eddie said, as a shy grin crept on his face, "We kinda get a crowd, actually...of about five drunks."

You let out a small giggle, "That sounds nice. Unfortunately, I work every Tuesday. Maybe when school starts?"

Eddie was slightly deflated at that, nodding his head in understanding. Not wanting to ruin your one chance at spending time with Eddie this summer, you hesitatingly asked, "Maybe we can hang out sometime? You could teach me D&D? I didn't get the chance to learn when you first offered..."

Eddie immediately perked up at that, nodding vigorously as he said, "Yeah! Yeah, that'd be great. I can totally do that. Erm, do you wanna meet here tomorrow at 7? We could grab some food-"

"Oh, I was hoping we could meet somewhere else. Maybe at Patty's diner? It's just that I spend all my time at Starcourt," you responded.

"Yeah, that works. Patty's at 7. It's a date," Eddie replied, before quickly backtracking. "Not like a date-date, I just meant, like, a platonic date. Like just friends hanging out, chilling, y'know? Unless you want it to be a date? It doesn't have to be! But, like-"

You cut him off before he could dig further into the hole he found himself in, giggling a little at how flustered he looked. "It's a date. A non-platonic, hopefully romantic, date."

"That's...that's great, yeah. I will see you then," Eddie said breathlessly, shuffling his way out as he raised a hand to wave goodbye, almost knocking into the table behind him as he left.

God, he's adorable.

♡♡♡

"I swear to God Dustin, if we die in this elevator, I will strangle you with my bare hands," you grit out, pacing back and forth as everyone tried to reel in their panic, "I have a fucking date in two hours and if I miss it, I will literally end you."

"No one gives a shit about your stupid date," Dustin yelled, throwing his hands around wildly as Erica slammed a bottle of weird-looking fluid on the wall. You weren't even gonna try and deal with that, it looked like Robin had it handled as you watched her snatch the bottle from Erica's hands.

Things escalated pretty quickly from there and suddenly you were lying on the floor of a bathroom cubicle, trying to make the room stop spinning.

"Is this what it feels like to do drugs?" you groaned out, stretching on the disgusting tiles and praying that your head stopped pounding.

"I wouldn't know," Robin replied, "But if it is, this sucks."

"Steve? Are you alive?" you asked, "I don't need you dying on me. You're my ride home."

"I'm good," you heard him croak.

"Think we puked it all out?" you asked.

"Let's check...interrogate me." Robin said.

"When's the last time you peed your pants?" Steve asked, and you heard Robin let out a cackle, "Today."

"What the fuck, Robin?" you laughed.

"It was when they took out the bone saw. And only a little!" she defended herself, giggling with you.

"I'm meant to be on a date," you moaned, "He's gonna think I stood him up. How am I meant to explain this shit?"

"We'll figure it out," Steve replied, "Also, who's this guy anyway? You've been moaning about missing this date for, like, hours?"

"Yeah, it's getting kinda annoying," Robin added.

"It's Eddie." you replied, crawling into the stall next to you and sitting down in front of Robin. "Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long, curly, untamed hair. Really loud. Plays D&D."

"Wait, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson? Isn't he a drug dealer?" Steve asked, a little surprised.

"Don't call him that!" you said, slightly defensive, "And I didn't know that. But if this is what drug consumption is like then he needs to stop."

As the drugs slowly purged out of your systems, and Steve tried to hit on Robin only to get rejected and have a heart-to-heart, the three of you found yourselves giggling hysterically in the dingy bathroom. It wasn't long until Dustin and Erica burst in and dragged you all out. As the night progressed, things only got worse. And soon, all of you were facing off a thirty-feet tall Mind Flayer and reeling from the loss that followed. Then the dust settled, a different story was fabricated, and everyone had to pretend to move on. And you had an apology to give.

♡♡♡

You didn't see Eddie until school started again. It was the first day back, hallways busy and bustling as the freshmen teetered around cluelessly. This year felt different, like there was some cosmic shift in the air. Everything seemed duller, void of any feeling. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but if you had to guess then it was probably the Starcourt 'fire' that had brought on this change. Things weren't the same after. It was like all of Hawkins was reeling from the loss, despite not having known the truth. You wished that you'd been oblivious. Maybe then everything wouldn't hurt this much.

You didn't see Eddie around school until lunch. You were almost sure he was avoiding you. You finally saw him lingering in the hallway by his locker, putting some books in, and you immediately made a beeline for him.

"Eddie!" you called, startling him as he looked up.

You walked over before he could say anything, "I've been looking all over for you! I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to Patty's. I wanted to explain everything over the summer, but my parents grounded me, which was incredibly annoying since I didn't even do anything. But I think they were just super paranoid and didn't know what else to do and I didn't have your number so I couldn't call you and-"

Your rambling was cut off by Eddie as he held up his hands and dismissively waved, "It's cool, it's fine. Honestly, I don't know why I thought you would show up. If it was some joke or whatever, like, it's...whatever."

"What? No! That wasn't some joke. I really wanted to go on that date, but you know what happened at Starcourt, right?" you anxiously spoke.

"The fire? I don't see what that has to do with anything. Doesn't your shift end at 5?" Eddie asked skeptically.

"Yes, yes it does! But I usually hang out at Scoops Ahoy because Steve's my ride home. I was doing that and then the whole fire thing happened, and I just got caught up in all of that, and then, y'know the house arrest? My parents thought if I stepped outside, I'd die or something," you quickly explained, "I promise I didn't stand you up!"

Eddie looked at you for a while until a small smile crept up on his face, "Relax, I believe you."

You immediately let out a sigh of relief, "I promise I'm not an asshole."

There were a few moments of silence that stretched between you two until Eddie finally spoke, "I'm sorry about what happened. That must've been horrifying."

You don't know the half of it.

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Erm, yeah, it was. But I've had some time to recover."

"How about we re-do that date?" Eddie asked, "Except this time I'm gonna pick you up, can't imagine the types of trouble you get into when I'm not around."

"Sounds good, Eds." you smiled, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek. As you broke away, you could see a small blush settling on his face.

"God, Y/N, buy me dinner first."

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serxinns · 6 months

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Hi so I have another yandere platonic class 1-a request again if that’s okay

So if Izuku has a cousin(female reader) who has pica (it’s a eating disorder which a person eats things not usually considered food) and she would eat easer shavings because her mother would just ignored her when she was a child and when she was in middle school she ran away to Izuku’s house but never really told anyone about what was happening. So here’s a scenario of Izuku and some of class 1-a walks into a her room and sees her eating some eraser shavings

How would they react? ((I hope this is okay)

(THE FACT THAT I HAVE PICA AS WELL AHHHHH THIS IS GONNA BE SO GOOD )

• You had this habit for as long as you remember, you always ate things that weren't food or even edible, the main reason is that your mother was always neglectful to bringing in men and just told you to go in your room and play with your toys without any food, at times you even had to sneak out the house and go to your aunty Inko house with your cousin izuku, Inko knew about your situation and took care of you like you were her child

• "Izuku dear your cousin is here!" Inko's mom called not even 3 seconds you heard little footsteps stomping and excited giggling getting louder "Y/N Y/N! YOU'RE HERE" Izuku ran up and tackled you with a hug, 2 of you were on the ground and started giggling "I bought my super cool Remote control robot with me we can pretend this is the villain and we're the heroes!" The green boy was amazed at the idea and the two of you ran off while Inko giggled to herself

•The 1st person to notice that you had pica was your auntie Inko she noticed how you were always chewing on things like scissors, dirt, or even paper at 1st she thought it was because you were just a child with a big appetite but even when you were full you still went back to this behavior so when she took you to the quirk doctor about this behavior after a few test you were diagnosed with pica so then on after your mother abandoned you with one of the playboys she started taking care of you and izuku

• one-day Bakugo was picking on you for this calling you a dirt eater and picking up worms "Come on Sissy eat it you like eating dirt so much eat it" mocking you to eat them but you used his quirk to make him fly back and the two of you gone at it punching, pulling, biting while the other kids were cheering on but izuku was worried so he tried to run over but was too scared to get hurt as well so he got into and Mitsuki, Both women ran over and broke you two apart while into was checking on ur bruises and scratches mitsuki grabbed katsuki and put him on his him while he struggled and kicked and yelled insults "Inko I am so so so sorry for my son's horrible behavior ill make sure he learns a lesson" Mitsuki bowed her head in front of inko "I'm sorry too ill make sure ill talk with this young lady here the 2 of you had a stern talk about it but you got some ice cream and izuku kiss your boo-boos and helped with putting on all might banaids

Years passed and now you were in Ua your cousin was more protective than you ever, since that incident he swore to always protect you and never leave you behind he worked extra hard when all might training him not only to become a number one hero but to protect you and to be heroes together! Whenever someone looked at you funny he gives them a deadly glare and they'll back off immediately you were there when he was down and he was gonna repay you back he always made you hold hands or be by you to remind you that he should be your only friend

While you were talking to your cousin while chewing on an eraser and your cousin ranting about all might and his notebook going to your next period. A short punk -haired girl stopped in front of the two of you she smiled at you while the both of you looked confused and Izuku looked tab annoyed "Uhh who are you-" "Hello! I'm Mina! Mina Ashido Are you two twins!?" She said observing you two looking at each other "Actually we're cousins!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Mina sheepishly said while rubbing the back of her head "It's fine we get that a lot! It's normal for us plus we act like brother and sister!" You playfully hit Izuku in the shoulders while he playfully glared at you "Anyways! Me and my friends were talking alot about you and we wanted to invite you to hang out with us!" You were flattered and blushed at her comment "uh yeah I can join! Is that's ok izuku" Izuku wanted to protest but with the look of excitement on your face he didn't want you to hate him and see him as a bad brother cousin so he mentally rolled his eyes and said "yea plus it can be like a girls day for you!"

Time skip to lunch

• the two of you were walking into class when a short brown head girl waved her hand signaling you both to join her you both walked over and sat down "Hey izuku and you must be?" "Y/n, y/n Midoriya!" You introduce yourself making the girl brighten up "Ah how nice! You look so adorable!" You blushed embarrassingly at that comment "Ah stop it you're making me blush! You were soon introduced to iida and Tsuyu then Todoroki and all started chatting happily

•you were soon Introduce with kirishima, tokoyami, a silly goofball denki, Sero, hakagure, Aoyama and more and started to make a bond with them even amends with bakugo (kinda)

•you mostly hang out with the dekusquad but the bakusquad would always try to invite you in any way they can which starts a war

•the girls would always have slumber parties or tea parties and if you weren't interested in those chaotic board games where you mostly won

•the boys would try and team up with each other like Bakugo and Kirishima Denki and Sero would invite you to laser tag fighting over who would win the most points for you to get a prize or Izuku, shoto and iida would take you out on to the mall and spoil you

• one-day Tokoyami was looking for you because you promised you would read his poems so when he went into your room he saw you chewing on some paper you explained why you have this habit and you had it when you were 4 which he completely understood heck dark shadow started to eat paper (like cookie monster eating s cookie) you couldn't stop laughing when tokoyami tried to take the paper out his mouth

•Koda would watch you making sure you won't try to eat the grass and try to make you eat delicious berries and edible plants

•Sato pack some pastries for you whenever you felt like wanting to chew on something not edible

•bakugo would just smack whenever your chewing on telling you that's disgusting while giving you your favorite snackyou liked as kids saying "chew this shit instead of erasers dumbass!"

•Izuku would pack gum for you in case you fly in the urge to want to chew on your eraser if he runs out he lets you chew on his pencils or ask Aoyama to give you some cheese

•you and kiri literally are twins chewing your erasers is your favorite habit

•Momo would gently let you know how ite unhealthy to chew on thing and blah blah blah while your just over here chewing off your finger nail which she also has to stop you

• Ochaco will let you try and stop yourself from chewing on your hair desperately giving you one-dollar snacks to eat

It didn't matter how werid you thought you were since you will always be their "werid" little sis and if any judge you otherwise they'll be meeting with 18 angry siblings and one cousin ready to break some bones instead of his

#ochaco uraraka #yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #class 1a x reader

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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some of my eddie munson headcanons

1. loves liquorice.

i know a lot of you guys probably HATE liquorice, but something about him screams ‘i am a liquorice lover and proud of it!!’. and he doesn’t like the strawberry kind.

2. races to press the button in the elevator

“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” “EDDIE, IT’S MY TURN!”

3. was rlly short before he hit puberty

eddie has obviously been subjected to a hell of a lot of bullying over the years, and just to add to that pile of angst, we have the idea of short eddie. gareth went through the same thing, except he didn’t grow as much. “how’s the weather down there, munson?” “fuck off, tommy.”

4. he’s either really hot or really cold

he’s wearing 3 layers half the time, and as little clothing as he can the other half. freezes during winter and sweats his ass off during the summer.

5. gets sensitive teeth

this is because he’s made himself eat a basket worth of lemons just to brag about it later on multiple occasions

6. enjoys watching b movies

those shitty low budget films? oh, yeah. eddie loves them. for one reason; he cackles the whole time over how crap they are. a great pick-me-up.

7. chews on things when he spaces out

the inside of his cheek, his lip, a pencil, and you can’t forget that one time he chewed on a pen for so long that all the ink spilled into his mouth and he was gagging in the middle of class

8. had a major crush on princess daphne from dragon’s lair

definitely fought over her with his friends. he was incredibly jealous of dirk the daring.

9. doesn’t like trying new foods

he’s attached to foods from when he was a kid (macaroni and cheese, cereal, mini pizzas, grilled cheese, and dishes from his mum) and refuses to branch out - unless you ask him to

10. swears he only listens to metal, but doesn’t

he wants to keep his ‘scary ‘music’ reputation, but it’s hard to do that when robin finds eddie’s abba and wham! tapes tucked away in his room

“i thought you were a, and i quote, ‘strictly metal-only’ guy, but i guess you were just a big pop fan this whole time” “quit it, robin”

he also doesn’t mind the country music wayne forced onto him when he was younger

11. twirls the phone cord around his finger

when he’s talking to you over the phone, you swear you can picture him clear as day; big sly grin plastered on his face, and his ringed finger wiring around the phone cord connected to the wall

12. graffitis

but only in the school bathroom cubicles and the hideout bathroom cubicles. occasionally you’ll go to one of his gigs, and then you’ll go to the toilet and there’ll be little drawings on the wall. a guitar, eddie the head, and the occasional shameless penis

13. used to ride bikes everywhere

USED to because he fell over while riding it when he was 9 and scraped his knee and declared he would never ride a bicycle again (thought that declaration broke in 1986)

14. loves roller coasters

specifically ones that take pictures of you - he loves to act all calm and collected while everyone else is screaming their heads off

“eddie, this is a terrible photo” “no, it’s a terrible photo of YOU. you look like you’ve shit yourself, and i look cool as ice”

15. thought babies hatched out of eggs

safe to say that when he learnt how babies are REALLY made, he was flabbergasted and very, very grossed out

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson angst #eddie smut #stranger things headcanons #eddie headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #headcanon

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piracytheorist · 9 months

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Season Finale, woe is me T_T

Where did time go. It feels like yesterday that the first trailer for the season dropped.

AND THIS EPISODE DARES START WITH YOR HUMMING THE LULLABY

How dare they. Did I ask to be emotionally destroyed like this Yes I did

Bond is so happy to go for a walk with Loid! And Loid isn't exactly reserved with petting his huge dog is he.

I love how heartbroken Bond was over Anya saying she wasn't coming. He even looked back at her as Loid walked him to the exit.

It actually impresses me that Loid is training Bond right out in public, talking to him about where to bite and how much to make sure the target doesn't get too injured. I guess he doesn't expect the SSS to frequent a dog park?

I love the little pat Loid did on his leg to call Bond back. And then of course pet his head :)

Poor Franky's putting up with so much from Twilight, and he doesn't have to. I hope Twilight appreciates that at some point. I'm sure he hasn't developed feelings just for his family.

Sweet cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Franky talks about how Bond may have associated training with his trauma from getting experimented on, and it sounds like brand new info to Twilight. I guess, despite how much his spy training has scarred him, Twilight has a hard time connecting "having bad memories about something" with "not wanting to engage with that something". After all, he'd spent who knows how long telling himself that he hated children because they're incomprehensible to him, and not because children crying reminded him of his own desperate times. After all, it's easier to do his job and keep training hard if he refuses to accept how soul-crushing that job is, right?

Damn, I got sad again. Because I imagine post-reveal Loid and Yor asking Anya why she chose them, and she says that she thought they were cool, and Loid has a RealizationTM that no he's actually very messed up and it's very sad that this little girl imagined that this devastating way of life could actually look cool to someone from the outside.

Not to worry, there's more angst I'll pull out of nowhere down the road!

Franky calling Loid out for not knowing how to relax and have fun >>>>

I love how after Franky left, Loid and Bond looked at each other like idiots. Old habits die hard, and an entire cruise of Loid trying to relax and have fun wouldn't be enough to break them, I guess XD

She's like "If I can't get real stars might as well fake some" Poor Yor continuing to clap happily even while Anya's origami star fell from her chest XD it taught her how to properly apply tape I guess, for later...

Pretty much everyone around them is wearing winter clothes, even Loid is wearing a turtleneck and a heavy coat. Why are those children in such light clothes eating ice cream? The boy on the left we even see later is wearing shorts

Guess an ice cream was an easy kind of snack for a kid to feel bad about dropping XD

Sweet Bond! He's imagining Loid praising him and telling him he's glad they adopted him, and all while Bond is wagging his tail 😭😭

This family is just four lonely creatures desperate to be wanted (even if Twilight is very far from accepting that) aren't they ;_;

Ice cream goes RIP and Bond has his (probably) first experience of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Look at him he's so 🥺

Later in the episode, Twilight goes all strict with himself for a laugh. Here though, he actually expresses distress and guilt for Bond ruining the kid's ice cream. He could have gone for a simple "I'll buy you a new one" without showing that much emotion in his expression and voice. In the manga he even has a typical "cold sweat lines" expression.

Or however you call that.

I don't know, maybe it circles back to any "starving war orphan" trauma he may be trying to tell himself he doesn't have...

I'm just saying, he was very expressive here, and he didn't have to. It wasn't a conscious choice.

Bond is really such a good boy. Every time he acts on his visions is to help someone else. From something as trivial as dropping a snack to something as important as saving someone's life, whether they're a kid, an old man, or a puppy, Bond is truly a very empathetic and caring creature.

However, the silly music playing over the vision of the old man getting hit was... a choice XD

Yet another example of the anime putting details to help the narrative: the old man is hunched, making him short enough that the corner of the wall/fence to his side is actually covering him. Which makes the biker not seeing him make sense, since he was behind the fence and appeared at the last second.

I actually felt shivers with the tone Twilight used here. Bond's behaviour is making no sense and is actually a first.

But also, Bond is probably only now realizing that unlike Anya, Loid cannot read his mind and cannot see his good intentions. He knows Anya would jump for joy for what he did, but since two of his efforts to help were met with reprimands, he's hesitant to try again because his trauma rears its ugly head and he fears he'll get kicked out. He probably doesn't understand that Loid doesn't know anything about his special powers, and so he can't let Loid's reprimands pass by him unaffected.

It's a bit similar to how he probably connects bad food with bad intentions, and thus fears that Yor will be mean to him, since she makes such horrible meals.

And so he allows the woman to get bird poop on her, but he jumps to action when he realizes someone's life may be in danger of the fire.

And first, I know we talk about how strong Yor is, but can we for a moment talk about how Loid held back this absolute beast of a dog?

Like, Loid allowed him to carry him around twice, but when he felt things got serious, he actually had no issue holding him back. It was only when Bond looked legitimately scary that he let go.

And that was... a shock. Have we ever seen Twilight like that before? Cause he genuinely looks like he hesitated out of fear... and maybe realizing that no, this time Bond is actually dead serious.

Bond probably didn't know what he would be looking for once he stepped inside the burning building. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who thought that that "Daisy" was a child... but maybe Bond is more attuned to scents of other dogs, especially little ones that need help, so he could find the puppy amidst all the burning smells.

Badass Loid saving his doggo!

Loid doesn't hesitate to run in after him, either. Even the idea that Bond could be rescuing someone is enough for him to take that risk. I love how, after two attempts of what Loid thought was Bond attacking innocent people, he still believes Bond would have a good reason to run into a burning building and runs after him to help.

I mean, you also ran into that building to save your - for all you know, disobedient - dog, so maybe it's the pot calling the kettle black XD

How sweet is he, though. He really doesn't believe in reprimanding someone after the fact - Bond running into fire was dangerous, but it helped save an innocent life... and Twilight's priorities are very clearly shown in that reaction!

I love how man saves dog, dog saves man, and then Twilight is like "Wow your nose is incredible" because of course he can't think of another explanation, and Bond's affirmative borf there sounds like "Yeah sure, buddy. It's my "nose" alright."

Even though it's only Bond with him, Twilight uses "Twilight voice" as he assesses the situation, and "Loid voice" when he talks to Bond. Is this him putting on a mask... or feeling a little more comfortable around Bond?

I'M HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO TILL THE END OF THE NIGHT

That was so badass! But then!

Miserable creature

Exactly how much water was in that bucket to make Bond's entire massive fur soaking wet XD

This is both so wholesome and, me being me, so fucking heartbreaking at the same time. Like, the other guy let himself laugh his heart out at how Bond looked, but Twilight barely allowed a single sound out of his mouth that he couldn't control. And again, angst is my wont, so it really ruins me that he's not even letting himself laugh over something ridiculous, because he can't let his emotions show... even if it would be totally understandable for him to laugh at that moment.

I mean, as I said, he showed genuine distress when Bond caused the boy to drop his ice cream, but he stopped himself from laughing even when the other guy next to him was laughing too. As in, he allows negative expressions when it's appropriate, but not positive even when it's appropriate and understandable.

I mean, he has been smiling at his family and looking at Yor like the besotted simp he is... but he doesn't realize just how much of his real feelings pour through his face, exactly because he hasn't realized said feelings. Wet Bond was a much clearer example of something funny, so he knew that laughing would be a loss of control...

Anyway what I'm saying is it's sad. He shouldn't feel he has to repress his own laugh like that.

Kinda sad the anime omitted this still-trying-not-to-laugh expression Loid has as he sees Bond sniff around.

Bond's voice adafhgdsfdgfdgd

Arsonist guy is watching sneakily from a corner while wearing a hat that has "Fire" written on it.

Dude couldn't have been more suspicious if he tried.

Pretty sick how he got even more excited at the idea of someone dying from the fire, when he heard the woman say how Daisy was still trapped inside.

Vigilante Bond! Arsonist guy takes out his knife and tells Bond to not be disrespectful of humans and my dude you're the one setting people's lives at risk and having a blast about it

We haven't seen Twilight in such action in a while, have we! Ngl it was kinda, uhm... 😳😳

LOOK AT HIM! So proud of his doggo 😭😭

He then says how it would be bad if either of them were in the news... and you're reminded that this is fictional but still pretty accurate 60s-70s so Twilight has really avoided getting any picture of him published. But also Bond could indeed be recognized by any of the scientists... and it's actually sweet how Twilight cares for Bond's secret not getting out. He helped Bond with his "revenge" and now he's acting to protect him from getting targeted again.

I love how Bond fears he'll get reprimanded for biting the arsonist's leg and not arm... when in the beginning Twilight very clearly said he can bite either a leg or an arm XD

BUT THEN

He tells Bond how "someone" will be sad if anything happens to him (Bond), (and we get a sweet af montage of Anya and Bond having fun together), how Bond is first and foremost a part of the family, how his working duties should come second and he should look after himself...

Oh it's gonna hit him like a brick wall when he realizes the exact same things apply to him 😭

SHUT UP AND LET THE BESTEST BOI LOVE YOU 😭

He's not gonna tell anyone, promise 🥺

And he ends with a promise to go to the dog park the next day so that Bond can have some long overdue fun. Yeah definitely a very detached, cool-headed spy who only cares about the mission not destabilizing. Sure.

The anime did offer us some extra stuff, though!

I love one (1) gremlin

I actually saw it as a knife, too XD

I love her.

I fully expected to see the paper puppets (or whatever you call those) fall apart like Yor's victims' bodies do XD I was not disappointed XD

Anya is still working on accepting that her mother is not very capable of not sprinkling "murder" on anything in her life XD

Loid isn't wearing his coat when they return...

I am amazed that they've had Bond for, how many months has it been now? And yet neither Loid nor Anya had ever seen him wet.

Anyway, Loid appeared back without his coat because his excuse was that someone had sprayed water all over them, so he took it off XD

But where is his coat even XD

Her heroes!

And of course Loid doesn't know Anya knows about the puppy rescue, so he's not that affected by the "Stella" and is instead going like "Yo but could you get going with earning those stars already". He's not used to getting recognition for his hard work and he's not about to start... yet...

The closing montage was so sweet! Especially with the holidays around the corner, it was very fitting to see the children having fun and relaxing, Yuri being very NormalTM, Nightfall and Franky having dreams for the future, and the Forger family having their celebrating dinner!

I love them so much.

And thus, the season has ended, and this anime only will start wondering how her Saturdays will pass from now on :')

I am thinking of doing more crack recaps, finishing my character screen time project, and probably starting on some fics... but for a very specific reason, the completion of those will have to wait until the next season ;)

This was a wonderful season! I may have rewatched every episode almost three times, but I do wanna do a "recap" full rewatch of the season at some point, and share my overall thoughts. I certainly have a lot of time on my hands for that XD

#Spy x Family #sxf reaction #sxf spoilers

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BEAUTIFUL!

ronnie ecker recounts the last first day of the worst of her life or i wanted to rewrite beautiful from heathers the musical, hellfire and ice version. warnings: first person narrative (ronnie's pov), swearing, era-typical misogyny, bullying and slurs, mention of eating disorders, everyone's a dick, everyone's kind of gay for lacy doevski. wc: 3.8k

September 1st, 1984.

First day of the end of your life. It’s hard not to get a little intro-outrospective.

If I was a diary keeping person, which I’m not because I don’t like to leave a paper trail outside my own goddamn academic brilliance, I’d write something like this.

Dear diary, I believe that I’m a good person–y’know, relatively speaking, if you don’t count that one time I bit that one kid for catcalling me. But, here we are! First day of senior year! And I look around at these kids I’ve known all my life and I ask myself–what happened?

We’re in the hallway, bottlenecking toward the cafeteria. It’s right around lunchtime, so everyone’s getting a real good look at everybody else, categorizing who they hate, who they hate more, who got boobs over the summer. God, do we ever stop slinging shit at each other, even when we think no one’s listening? There’s a constant cacophony in the hallways of Hawkins High.

Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!

And no one does anything about it.

It’s pretty sad, considering where we came from.

We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.

Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!

Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste. Especially me. I was crazy for that shit.

Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome. “Shit, my bad!” That underclassman I just walked straight into looked terrified. And for good reason.

Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school. This is the Thunderdome.

Trailer trash!

For the very first very last time, I crane my head around the swamped hall and try to recall where my new locker is. First star on the right, and I wiggle in my combination and dump my books inside. I take a second, shoving my head inside the cool metal darkness (voluntarily, for once) and mutter, “Hold your breath and count the days, we’re graduating soon–”

“–Christ. College will be paradise, if I’m not dead by June.”

I crane my neck out. Two lockers up from me, elegant fingers pull open an identical door to mine except hers, of course, already has a vanity mirror hung up inside. She checks her reflection, not like it ever needs checking. One of her faithful little redheads stands beside her, smacking bubblegum so loud it makes my ears pop.

“You are so melodramatic, it’s crazy.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

It sucks how the chrysalis of adolescence has made most of us completely obnoxious. I try not to be a sucker for nostalgia, but I can’t help but remember how much easier this was in middle school. Waking up on a weekday didn’t have to be like living in a segment of Creepshow.

I know, I know, I know, life can be beautiful. No plastic Jesus on my dashboard (or… handlebars, I guess) but I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again…

Then I get a whole shoulder of dork, right to the face. Bubblegum snaps between snorts, I can see that he’s been shoved my way. Yeah, we could be beautiful…

“Ow!”

Just not today. “Hey, are you okay?”

This Jansport sporting asshole twists his face up right in mine. “Get away, nerd!” Jesus Christ.

The choir of angels go on–I’m just trying to make it to the cafeteria and grab a fucking chicken pot pie. I’m starving, and I could use a little less soundtrack.

Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!

But, listen. It’s not a total nightmare. There’s light at the end of the tunnel. Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke or Brown–

–or, NYU, if we’re being really serious.

“Wake from this coma, take my diploma–” God. This chick’s voice seems to cut through the din of the hallway like a bell, “Then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy covered walls and smoky French cafes…”

“Sooo uber pretentious!”

“Watch it, freak!” I don’t even need to turn around to figure out who that’s directed at. But, I’m a little preoccupied with singing my own tune, here! Muscling through to the lunch line, grabbing a tray while I–

“–fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze. Hey, Ronnie!”

Dude, shut up! I swing around, trying to spot the owner of that very different, very familiar dulcet tone when some duckbill hat wearing dickwad upends my lunch tray. Dressed in Hawkins Tiger green and gold, this is one of many prize dickwads.

Bear with me, I’m trying to place him.

“Ooops.”

Andy Sweeney. Indiana’s worst point guard… “whose true talent lies in being a huge dick.”

Did I mention before about that lack of filter between my brain and my mouth? I patch it up pretty good most of the time, but sometimes…

“What did you say to me, skank?” Andy demands of me all darkly and shit. It’s scary. Even if I’ve got a foot and a half on him.

“Aaah!” I recoil, looking at his flexing fists, “Nothing.”

I back up from him, way way up, leaving my mess of a lunch tray on the ground. Even though that makes me feel shitty–when did I become the guy who left stuff for the already harangued janitorial staff to clean up?

We were kind before; we can be kind once more…

Head down. Stalk through. Find the Hellfire table. But, not before someone chucks me lightly on the arm.

“Agh!” I holler before I register him. I am totally on edge. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey,” he grins in a sardonic way that says I cannot believe we’re putting ourselves through this again.

Eddie Munson. My best friend since pre-pube. The closest thing I’ll ever have to a brother, unless Granny finally lets me get that gecko I’ve always wanted. I’m almost eighteen, for Chrissake, I should be allowed.

Anyway, Eddie rocks. We know this. Look at him.

“We still on for movie night?” he asks.

I beam. Our first day of school comedown tradition. “Shit yeah, you’re on Jiffy Pop detail.”

Eddie’s got a little pep in his step and it jangles his wallet chain. Dude can’t help but attract attention– almost all of it unwanted. “I rented Evil Dead.”

“Hohoho, again? Wait, don’t you have it memorized by now?”

“What can I say?” Before I can even warn him, Eddie’s backstepping straight into– “I’m a sucker for a gory ending.”

“Eddie Munson, king of the trailer park! What, you didn’t qualify for free lunches this year?”

A hand comes down hard on the age-old tin lunchbox Eddie’s carrying. The clatter it makes against the lino makes me want to cover my ears and hide, especially when I see Eddie’s face. Total resignation. It’s humiliating.

This guy?

Tommy Hagan. He’s the smartest guy on the basketball team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

“Too goddamn easy, man!” he guffaws, and I would try to figure out what farm animal he most resembles, but apparently I’m too busy–

“Hey! Pick that up! Right now!” –being the hero.

“I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?” Tommy also tries to tower over me, but I’ve got a decent number of inches on him too.

My cheeks blaze.

“Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen. Tell me, Tommy, do you actually have a personality outside of sticking your nose right up Steve Harrington’s ass?”

Tommy gets closer and closer. So close that I can see the nose hair move as he huffs through his freckly nostrils. His finger points right between my eyebrows.

“… you have a zit right there.”

Cue rapturous laughter from the peanut gallery.

Dear diary…

Why do they hate me? Why don’t I fight back? Why do I act like such a creep? Why won’t he date me? Why did I hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me!

Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope here! Something to live for!

The doors of the cafeteria burst open and Tommy’s attention is thankfully wrenched away from me. Everyone’s attention is wrenched away from me. Because we’ve all been waiting for this.

They enter the caf in a solid formation, so solid that people part for them. Some gazing, some gawping, some glaring. The name calling ceases, the bullying pauses.

This is the royal court. They float above it all.

Tina Burton, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded. He sells engagement rings.

Heather Holloway, runs the yearbook. Badly. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.

Even the lessers are notorious. Carol Perkins has been having sex since, like, seventh grade. Cass Finnigan’s been pretending to save it for Jesus but giving a backdoor key to whoever buys her peach schnapps. Nicole Summers invented three new slurs last year alone.

And finally, Lacy Doevski.

The Almighty.

She is a mythic bitch.

These girls, they’re solid Teflon. Never bothered. Never harassed–

“I would give anything to be like that.”

And I know I don’t sit in that thought alone. Glancing around the tables, the coagulation of cliques, I can hear the desire coming from my classmates.

I’d like to be their boyfriend. If I sat at their table, guys would notice me. I’d like them to be nicer.

“What’s the over-under on one of those harpies getting kidnapped, taken to some abandoned warehouse to be photographed naked and left for the rats?” Eddie mutters into my ear as we slam ourselves down at our regular table.

I roll my freakin’ eyes. “I told you that your Barb Holland theory was insane.”

Eddie shrugs, flipping open his recovered lunchbox. “Just sayin’... They never found a body. Anyway, my money's on the ice queen. If everything they're sayin' about her dad is true, she is prime ransom material.”

“You are so unnecessarily twisted.” But my eyes are still following the crown jewels. I notice that Lacy, Tina and Heather all rise to the girl’s room immediately after they finish their minimal lunch.

I interrupt Eddie and Gareth’s too-intense-for-lunchtime debate about the morality of posthumously publishing The Silmarillion. “I have to take a leak.”

As I gently push the door of the bathroom open, I can see Tina standing nervously at an open stall door. Heather is ralphing like her life depends on it. The reptilian arch of Lacy Doevski is bent towards the mirror, touching up her lipstick.

“Grow up, Heather,” Lacy says in this voice that could weirdly be misconstrued as concerned, “Bulimia is so sophmoronic.”

Tina grimaces. “Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather.”

From inside the stall, Heather’s voice echos. “Yeah, Heather– I mean, Tina. Maybe I should.”

I’m about to open my mouth, say something about ginger ale or peppermint tea, but Mrs O’Donnell enters behind me. I dive into a nearby stall, pretty confident I haven’t been spotted. But, I leave just enough of a crack in the door to watch everything that unfolds out there.

“Ah, I should have known–”

Heather vomits again. Damn, how can she pull trig so much on so little?

“–the witches from Macbeth always travel in a trio.” Her heels click over the cracked, yellowing tile, but the way Lacy turns from the mirror gives even O’Donnell pause. “Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting. You’re late for class.”

Hey. Idea. I dig around in my backpack and scribble on a piece of paper, leaning against the bathroom door.

“Heather wasn’t feeling well.” Lacy says. Again, confusing enough to sound kind! “We’re helping her.”

O’Donnell chuckles all airly. Like she’s any match for her. “Not without a hall pass, you’re not. Week’s detention.”

That’s my cue. I scurry out of the stall, presenting O’Donnell with–

“Um, actually, Mrs O’Donnell, all four of us are out on a hall pass.” I gulp and glance at Heather, who’s finally hauled herself off her knees. “Yearbook committee.”

It’s super hard to breathe as O’Donnell inspects my handiwork. It hits me that this could go horribly, horribly wrong, and I can feel Lacy’s eyes boring into a hot spot on the back of my head.

O’Donnell arches her eyebrow. “I see you’re all listed. Hurry up and get where you’re going.”

She goes to hand the note back to me, but Lacy intercepts. Once the coast is clear, she takes her time looking it over.

“This is an excellent forgery,” she tells me. A drop of freezing sweat runs down my back. “Who are you?”

“Uh, Ronnie– Veronica Ecker,” I stumble. “We were lab partners last year?”

Lacy’s eyes narrow. She doesn’t remember taking the lead on coolly dissecting a frog in front of me, it seems.

“Doesn’t matter. I crave a boon.”

She holds her glare on me. Jesus, why do I feel like I’m about to have my throat slit? “What boon?”

“Um. Let me sit at your lunch table. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they’ll leave me alone…”

What? It worked for Nancy Wheeler. Even if she had to boink Steve Harrington to do it, but I can't quite stretch that far.

The girls all chorus in laughter at me. Oof.

“Before you answer, I can also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.” Dude, I cannot tell you where this boost of bravery (or foolhardiness) is coming from.

“How about prescriptions?” Heather asks.

“Shut up, Heather,” Lacy cuts.

“Sorry, Lacy.”

Then, she zeroes in on me. Takes slow steps toward me, just like Tommy Hagan did. But her stare is tearing strips right through me. I even freaking hunch as she gets closer.

“For a greasy little nobody,” Lacy says, her voice dropping low so I have to strain to hear her, “you do have good bone structure.”

Tina and Heather must already be tuned into this Lacy-only frequency.

“And a proportional body,” Tina adds. “If someone didn’t catch you during a basket toss, you’d probably only kind of fracture your spine. That’s very important.

“Of course, you could stand to de-hobo your wardrobe.” Heather goes so far as to flick the flappy pocket on the front of my overalls. “Salvation Army much?”

“And ya know, ya know, ya know…” the shiniest jewel in the crown hums, tapping her lipstick tube against her cheek, “This could be beautiful.” Her painted fingers pinch my chin and turn it down toward her–because I’m fucking tall. “Mascara, maybe some lipgloss and we’re on our way. Get this girl some blush– and Heather, I need your brush. Let’s make her beautiful.”

A manic looking Tina produces a vanity bag out of absolutely nowhere. “Let’s make her beautiful…”

“Let’s make her beautiful?” Heather snarks, but Lacy shoves a hand in her face.

Her eyes turn on me again. Dark and sparkly and… and… smiling. At me. “Okay?”

“Okay!”

Then, whaddaya know, smash cut, it’s the next freaking day. I don’t know how that works, but I don’t see another goddamn narrator so pipe down.

The halls are their usual shitshow– Billy Hargrove shoves the new Hellfire freshman, Gareth, into a locker. Eddie hauls him up by the collar and they run headlong into a gaggle of girls, who all scream because every nerd that plays a fantasy game is contagious.

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

“Get away, pervert!”

“What did I ever do to them?” Gareth yelps, exasperated. Hard not to feel bad for the kid.

But Eddie’s sage about it, even though he knows it’s as unfair as I do. “You’ll get used to it, freshman.”

“No, dude!” Gareth pushes back, verging on a panic attack, “Who could survive this! I can’t escape this–I think I’m dying!”

O’Donnell, hot on the tardy check, appears behind the both of ‘em. “Who’s that with Lacy?”

“Damn. Someone got a welfare increase,” Nicole Summers hatefully snarls.

“Who’s the babe?” says Andy Sweeney.

But Eddie Munson, oh-ho, Eddie Munson settles his eyes into slits. Anytime, any place, he’d know–

“Veronica?!”

“Veronica?” Cass and Carol caw.

“Veronica?” Steve and Tommy mimic.

And Lacy Doevski… she looks to her dutiful right, and smirks. “Veronica?”

And you know, you know, you know, life can be beautiful!

My whole life, I haven’t had a choice but to be one of the boys. My best friend’s a boy. I’m in a band with all boys. I’m surrounded by boys all the time who make gross boy jokes and do stupid boy shit. Nobody, not even my Granny, even though she fucking rules, ever asked me if… if I wanted to put on a skirt and get my goddamned nails painted. And it’s not as if I mind being on the more masculine side of things but, shit, is it so wrong to want something? Even if I believed what I was pretty much dragged up to believe, by all my friends and the world at large around me–that being a chick was totally dumb. Couldn’t I try it on?

You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way!

Lacy beckoned me into her walk-in closet, which was about as big as my bedroom and smelled of gardenia, and put me in a pleated skirt set that she said didn’t fit her temperament anymore. ‘But it’d work for a novice.’

Ask me how it feels, lookin’ like hell on wheels–

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Eddie seethes as I pass, carried on the cloud of Lacy’s perfume.

‘My god, it’s beautiful!’ I’d said, spinning around in the stupid, flippy skirt.

“Those bobbleheads totally morphed her!”

‘I might be beautiful!’ I mumbled, fingering the diamond studs she put in my ears that she made Heather pierce.

“She looks like–like–” Gareth chokes.

And when you’re beautiful…

“A girl!”

… it’s a beautiful fuckin’ day!

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Now, at first, I think I’m fucking flatlining, expecting to wake up with goddamn tubes down my throat and shit– but I’m not. I’m in my regular old bed, with my regular old alarm clock screaming at me. I smash my hand down on it and jerk up, out of the covers.

First place I go is my wardrobe.

I feel the physical sensation of my heart dropping like a lead kite when I flick through my old thrift store samesies and Granny Ecker hand-me-downs to find no such minty plaid skirt set.

Just a dream.

Which is such a bullshit conceit. Sorry to break it to you.

I admit defeat and pull on my overalls, scrunching my ballcap over my head and muscle out the door. I’m already late, for me.

But–then, there’s an apparition hovering at my mailbox.

Someone who excitedly takes notice and waves when she catches me staring, arm stretching out of her fur-trimmed peacoat–which is looking a tiny touch shabbier than it used to these days.

“Happy early acceptance day, asshole!” Lacy Doevski sing-songs. Sing-songs. Which is… something I have to readjust to, given the liminal version of her I just experienced.

“Oh.. jeez,” I mutter, feeling dazed still, “I forgot that was today.”

Lacy’s brow gets all pinchy. “You okay? You look like steamed dogshit.”

“Thank you so much,” I drawl sarcastically, “It’s nothing, I slept funky. Where’s Eddie?”

Lacy shifts in herself a little, tucking hair behind her ears and avoiding my eyes. “How should I know?” Right. That. The daylight version of this little tryst they pretend they’re not having. Honestly, if the two of them would just bang it out– well, maybe things might be worse off and this weird little platonic ménage à trois of ours would be totally ruined forever, but at least I’d have to stop tiptoeing around them. “Come on, are you gonna open it or what?”

Oh, right. There’s a whole gravity of a situation supposed to be happening here.

I kind of feel the saliva gathering at the hinges in my jaw, you know the way you do when you’re about to puke your guts up? But then, I remember. Bulimia is so sophmoronic.

I yank open that rusty mailbox and a thick, thick envelope with a New York University imprint sits inside. I yank it out.

Lacy stares at me like I’m the dude holding the thing the Ten Commandments were written on.

I’m not drawing this shit out. I am not teasing myself, dude, you couldn’t pay me to–savagely, I rip the envelope open, which makes Lacy cringe. She probably has a little knife for these sorts of things, knowing her.

Dear Veronica,

Congratulations! I am delighted to inform you…

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Well…?”

I thrust that hot, heavy paper right into that pretty girl’s face. “Full. Goddamned. Ride.”

Lacy gasps, grasping the letter so hard it leaves claw marks. Her eyes shake back and forth, reading and re-reading the whole acceptance ream. It’s weird, and I know it’s weird, but I’m standing there, looking at her and trying to make her make sense with the Lacy that showed up in my dream. That girl existed, and she was mystifying, in a horrifying way. A total reign of ice cold terror. But now, I’m staring at Lacy, who’s all short, weird angles and specific enthusiasm and… it’s hard to see how those two girls ever lived in the same body.

She’s a little Whitman. She’s got those multitudes. And, actually, so do I.

“I knew it!” Lacy hisses, “And I want you to know that I’m not at all bitter. While I should be celebrating early acceptance with you, I’m glad–”

I grin at her. “You’re a little bitter.”

“Fine, I’m a little bitter, but I’m mostly excited. New York City, Ron! That’s transformative!”

“Yeah… speaking of. Lacy?”

“Yes?”

Dreams are meant to be prophetic and shit, right?

“Doyouwannagivemeamakeover?”

She cocks her head at me. She still hasn’t let go of that acceptance letter yet. “What?”

“Do you.” I take the envelope from her hands. I know she’s capable of identity theft. “Want to give me. A makeover.”

“Huh?” Her fingers stay curled around imaginary paper. Oh, my god.

“You heard me! And I hate repeating myself!” I flail a little. I get like that, quick to bug sometimes. “Look, you said it, New York is gonna be… transformative. I’m going to be a freaking lawyer, dude, fingers crossed, all going well.”

Lacy nods, not a hair out of place, with perfect confidence,“You are.”

“And when was the last time you saw a lawyer wearing fuckin’ overalls?! Huh? The people vs Howdy Doody?”

“I like your overalls.” I know she’s saying this because it’s the right thing to say, and she’s been practicing doing that really hard. She also might like them now, after repeated exposure, in a Stockholm syndrome sort of way.

“But they don’t scream esquire,” I impress upon her. And it’s true. I truly do believe that I can’t set foot in New York fucking City looking like I just fell off the back of a turnip truck–nor do I want to.

It takes a big fat beat, but her face changes. Lacy looks almost dastardly–dark, sparkling eyes like Lacy from the dream. She looks me right over, making the calculations of how to reupholster tragically unfashionable me in her mind. And then she arches her eyebrow.

“Well, remember… you asked, Veronica.”

#published by powder #r. ecker by powder #hai brainrot #ronnie ecker #stranger things fic #l. doevski by powder #this is really just wish fulfillment for me it's been stuck in my maladaptive head for weeks

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Travel Blog - Connichi 2024 - Part 4

Convention Saturday & Traveling home or: BEAGLE and 4 hours of sleep

Here is the last Entry for the Connichi 2024 which covers the last (super rainy) Convention day and a few words about my way back home

Just as already teased last entry... I got 4 hours of sleep. We went to bed at 11 and some idiot decided to ring the doorbell at 2:30, I failed to fall asleep afterwards.

Good thing Red was planned for the day and I decided to embrance the poor circus kid look. But I was tired and exhausted. After the two mental challenging situations on Saturday having not enough sleep was not helping much with feeling well. On top the melanchony of the last convention day...

But we still went out early to bring a part of my stuff to my car and took a few photos after I got myself some caffeine with a Matcha Latte.

We went with a "poor Red trains alone" theme at a corner we found along the way.

Then we headed to the convention park and ...

BEAGLE.

This very good boy was playing there with his master and Alu asked him if we could take photos and we did. I am a bit miffed at myself that I look awful in the majority of photos (damn you no sleep and my inability to smile on photos) but this was a very needed positive happening. I hope I can find some useful shots among the photos.

As Alu had some things he wanted to buy we decided to take a slow walk through the vendors and artist alley for one last time.

Sadly I got hit by an intense energy low and felt so awful it was partially even painful I had to sit down in a corner to regather. It was almost lunchtime again but wow... can my body just demand food like someone who is normal?

On our way outside we met @the-bat-cat-art again and got offered a game of cards but I really needed to get some food into my stomach or I felt like I was about to collapse soon. I hope we can play cards on another convention.

So this was lunch (and yes I actually had my lunchbox on all days I just wasn't able to fit in photos). Under all the coco flakes there was porridge to be found.

The weather was incredible awful and the park was basically empty, it felt like the overall con stopped on saturday, like everyone was gone, nobody updated their social media with how they were dressed for the day and the overall mood was super ... depressing somehow q_q

We decided to use the rain for some photos as we did some cool water photos last year... and rain is just water too, alright?

As the con somehow had died we went into the city a bit later to get ourselfes some cinnamon rolls.

And we did some window shopping and a few photos within the city again.

Returning to the con the weather finally cleared up and the park was full of people again, as if the con took a break and everyone was back all of sudden.

I decided to get myself this pin as this was my overall achievement.

To my surprise I even found some more DGM Cosplayers, I wonder if we were even more but it was hard to find someone at all that day.

We left around 6 in the evening and I was beat, we decided to order take out. And no we didn't manage to eat all .. we took it home / as lunchbox for the next day.

Monday - Traveling home

Monday I traveled back home, we left the apartment early and took a last stroll through the park. I brought Alu to the train station and we parted... we will see each other again in December the earliest again T_T

My way back home was ... long. Ofc I got into traffic but I had promised myself some ice cream. As I arrived at the ice cream place they were not selling any. I maybe had more sleep that night but damn that was enough to send me crying (finally?). I didn't even want to be home I just didn't want to be forced to sit into a car driving anymore.

Here is my little convention haul. Not much this time, I didn't find anything DGM related this time. There was a Timcampy plush at the bring & buy but we usually don't check that as you have to stand in a queue for 30 minutes at least. So that's fine.

I am really exhausted after the last few days and I don't know how to handle the saturday.

But the next trip is around the corner, a very low key relaxing trip to the sea will be next week (just a weekend) before I return to the next convention in the begin of October.

#travel blog #connichi 2024 #dgm

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Too Fat to Fuck

A new short, punk rock, fat fable.

“Went to a party. I gorged all night. I ate 16 slices and looked a sight. But now I’m stuffed. You’re out of luck. I’m stuck on the sofa, too fat to fuck.”

These were the first lyrics that I ever wrote. I was fifteen and thought that I was gonna be a rockstar. It was 1982 and my band was called “The Fat Bellamys.” We thought it was the coolest name ever because Bellamy kind of sounds like bellies. Fat rockstars and fat punkers were unheard of back then. We all pretended to be brothers when really we were just best friends. I was the lead singer and took the name, Jelly Bellamy. Malcolm was not a good name for a frontman. Jelly suited me well. In my skin-tight ripped jeans and stained wife-beater vest, ass and belly a-bulging, I thought I was the dog’s proverbials, wobbling around on stage like a rolly-polly lunatic. I would spit half-chewed pizza crusts at the disgusted audience as I screamed out my shitty lyrics, diaphragm visibly vibrating. I was determined to be the most popular fat kid in the valley.

The rest of the band consisted of Kevin (Tubby Bellamy) on guitar, Jay (Chubby Bellamy) on bass, and Killian (Kill the Bellamy) on drums. Killian was the fattest of us by far and the best looking. I was always secretly jealous of him. The drummer is always the fattest guy in the band. He also got to sit down all the time which I thought was hella unfair.

We practised in the store room out the back of my Dad’s pizza restaurant. It was also the only place that we ever performed. The restaurant was called “Do Littles” a pun on our surname, Dolittle, as in the doctor who could talk to the animals. Not that anyone in my family ever tried to talk to animals, we were too busy eating them and living up to our moniker by being as lazy and idle as possible. Dad was not a hard worker and neither was I.

The restaurant was located on a side street off the south end of Ventura and was famous for its large greasy pies, large greasy owners, and large greasy customers. We played there every Saturday night for three years in return for free pizzas and sodas. Who needs paying when you’ve already got all the free food that you need right? I must’ve gained a hundred pounds or more in the few years that I was playing at the restaurant, as did the rest of the band.

We used to pull in a sizeable regular crowd of chubby punk kids, geeks, gluttons, and other assorted fat losers. Our fans were all the kids that would rather fill their faces than get high on crack and PCP with the “cool” kids at the Whiskey. We all thought that it was way cooler to die of diabetes than an overdose. We were the Chris Farley to their River Phoenix. We were ahead of our time.

Every weekend we would stuff ourselves stupid for hours on slippery slices of deep pan pepperoni, melted gooey four cheeses with stuffed crusts, and massive 20” meat feasts. We’d slurp down bucket loads of free refillable sodas and slushies until we were fit to burst. Then we would go on stage for twenty minutes. Huff and puff as we attempted to thrash out a handful of two minute songs, betweens our burps, before exhaustedly stumbling off stage and back to our booth to refill once more.

I wrote a few other songs during that period that we added to our weekend menu. “Eat the Poor,” was interpreted by some as being a satirical take-down of the Reagan administration's economic policies, but really it was just my personal desire to eat, digest, and excrete poor people. “California Uber Bellies,” was our theme song, and just generally spoke to how we saw ourselves. “Give Me Convenience Foods of Give Me Death,” speaks for itself, as did “Ice Cream Truck.” But it was with, “Too Fat to Fuck,” that we finished every performance. That was our masterpiece. That was the cherry on the cream, on the cake, that sat on top of the sundae, that was our set.

I wrote it when I was fifteen so had never had sex for that reason. I didn’t know that I was writing my own prophecy. Anyway, girls were kind of hard to come by in the fat geek punk scene. Or at least they were until Melissa showed up.

She was beautiful with curves as wide as the horizon. Her dumper truck ass and thighs looked so succulent trapped in her multi-coloured leggings. She was as wide as the door with the silverest cellulite and fattest cankles that I had ever seen. Her belly hung soft and low and appeared to wave, with every step and breath, as if it were made of melted chocolate. It hung limp like a bumpy deflated tire, in comparison to mine, which was round and smooth, and ballooned out like an over inflated beach ball, due to the years of excessive intake of carbs and sugar, with which I’d joyously glutted it on a daily basis. I was in love. And that was before she even ordered.

I saw her looking back at me and she smiled as she told the waiter, Merrill, that she wanted three twenty inch Seafood pizzas with extra cheese. I waved Merrill over and loudly copied her order to insure that she would notice me. She did and it worked. We matched each other for hours, meat feast after meat feast. I’d never seen a woman devour so many recently living creatures, of land and sea, flattened out on thick greasy, cheesy dough before. Eventually it was time to play and I shook my giant hips and ass at her. She lapped it up and when I took off my 4XL t-shirt in order to show her my sweaty glistening love handles I swore I could see that she was getting wet.

After the show I got up the guts to go and talk to her and we sat for hours talking about our favourite foods and restaurants while we continued to fill our bellies. By the time we snuck off to the store room we must have been drunk on at least ten pizzas a piece.

This is where it went wrong. As hard as I tried I couldn’t get it in her. Our bellies were just too large and incompatible. With my 48” pants around my ankles and my massively bloated beach ball belly bouncing around, my dick just didn’t reach far enough. My boulder smashed into her soft wobbly beachfront but we couldn’t make the all important connection. We tried it standing, we tried it sitting, we tried it every which way but loose, but it wouldn’t work. I had just turned eighteen years old and was already too fat to fuck.

After about fifteen minutes of immense sweating and effort she noticed that I was starting to lose my boner and became upset. This agitation turned into real anger and she eventually stormed off, leaving me alone in the store room with my sad semi and over 200 lbs of pizza dough. As she left she swore that she would get me back for the humiliation. She slammed the door shut and I was left to satisfy myself with the dough.

The next weekend I was shocked when she turned up with her “cousin” Enrico. He was huge and muscular, over 6 ft tall, and 300 lbs. I nervously ate my own weight in pizza wondering what was going to happen. He raped me in the store room after the show. Apparently, you can be too fat to fuck, but not too fat to be gay.

I went off punk music soon after that. It’s funny how the most aggressive sexual violence possible can affect you. Also, a copycat band had just come out. They called themselves the “Anarchy Burgers (Hold the Salad)” and were based at a burger and hot dog joint in Pasadena. They totally ripped off our idea. The final nail in the coffin was when I got a ‘cease and desist’ order from some company called ‘Alternative Tentacles,’ which I thought was strange. I always believed that was an entirely different kink.

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The relationship between Sirius and Walburga was chaotic. Nothing like a mother and a son. Walburga was more like a sister to Sirius. Always bickering with him, always competing with him. Sometimes Walburga was more like a child instead of a mother. When Regulus was little, he used to think his mum was so cool. Usually she wasn't the one to scold them. That was Orion. And she was good with Regulus, letting him he do or eat what he wanted. He kept secrets for her. Regulus remembered her being fun.

Until everything became shit. And Regulus ended up crying.

"I want ice-cream!! Let's have ice-cream!!"

Walburga would wonder through the kitchen, opening the fridge. She looked so energetic that Regulus smiled. He was happy that they were spending time together, as family. Plus, he was having ice-cream. He loved ice-cream. But Sirius wasn't happy. He was grumpy, looking at Walburga with hate.

Walburga was smiling as she poured the ice-cream.

"Two balls each!" she giggled "With mashmellows and chocolate!"

Walburga laughed happily as she served. Even if she poured the cream directly inside her mouth. Regulus smiled consequently. She was a cool adult. Sirius looked at her in confusion.

"Are you gonna eat it all?" she would say to Regulus as she gave him his plate. Then she winked.

Regulus started eating happily.

Then she passed his plate to Sirius.

"Sirius... Eat"

Sirius crossed his arms.

"I don't want to!"

Everything was fine until Sirius had to ruin it.

Walburga rolled her eyes.

"I am not eating anything until you tell me where Rosie is"

Regulus rolled his eyes as well. Sirius had been unbearable since Rosie and her family left. Regulus was secretly glad. Now Sirius could spend more time with him.

Walburga didn't answer. She kept eating her ice-cream and licking her spoon like a kid.

"It's not fair!" Sirius snapped with tears in his eyes. "Rosie is my best friend and you act like she didn't even exist. I want to see her again!"

"God fine!" Walburga yelled all of the sudden "You don't want your ice-cream?" she took Sirius' plate away "I'll give it to Regulus" she passed to Regulus with a smile. Then she poked her tongue out for Sirius. It was weird for a mother to do that.

Sirius glanced at Regulus with hate. It was obvious that he wanted his ice-cream back. But he didn't dare to say it. Regulus was willing to give it back, to make his brother happy. But Sirius spoke first. Snapping furiously at Walburga.

"Who wants your awful ice-cream?? I don't! Give Regulus all of it!!"

"Whatever" Walburga said, still licking her spoon.

"You are so weird! Why can't you be like a proper mum? Like Rosie's!"

Walburga dropped her spoon on the counter so hard, that her sons jumped.

"Why are so fucking obsessed with that girl?" Walburga yelled. Now she looked furious and mean. Like Orion sometimes did. It made Regulus scared.

"She is gone, okay? If she doesn't even call you it is because she got tired of you and your stupid temper!"

Sirius got up and ran away as quickly as possible. Regulus knew he was crying. He knew his brother too well. Regulus hated when his brother cried. He hated when his mother and Sirius fought, which happened often. Regulus got tense. But tears didn't come as quickly. He just squeezed his spoon really hard. He didn't fancy ice-cream anymore.

Regulus looked back at Walburga, and she kept eating her ice-cream as if nothing happened. She was a weird mother. Mothers in movies didn't act this way. Especially when their son was crying.

And everything became worse when Orion came into the kitchen. Regulus was scared of him.

"What is going on?"

"We are having fucking ice-cream, what does it look like?"

Orion's face turned red, and that's how Regulus knew he was angry. Regulus trembled a little. Especially when he glanced at Regulus. Then back at Walburga.

"Can you come with me, honey?"

Walburga shook her head and kept eating. But Orion lost patience and took her arm aggressively.

"Come with me, I said!!"

"I don't want to!"

Orion dragged her away anyway, as Walburga protested.

When they got out of the kitchen, they started yelling.

"Are you fucking drunk, Walburga??"

Walburga giggled.

"Don't fucking laugh, you stupid bitch!"

"Shut up!! Don't fucking yell at me!!"

They started fighting and yelling at each other in the other room. As if Regulus couldn't hear.

Soon enough he realized he had been squeezing his spoon so hard, that his knuckles were purple. That's when he felt tears running down his cheeks. Now it was Regulus' turn to cry.

It was always like that. Regulus had gotten used to the pain as he grew up. He understood Walburga was miserable with her life. She never really matured because she became mother really young. And Orion was an asshole to her.

Regulus knew his mother was difficult. But she was still his mother.

"Hide kids! The wicked witch is back"

That's what Sirius said as he got out of the castle that afternoon. Walburga had come to visit at Hogwarts. Sirius had made a big mistake to bring his new boyfriend with him though. Big mistake. Walburga was not going to like that.

"Did you call him?" Walburga whispered

"I thought you wanted to see him"

"Hi, honey" Walburga smiled at Sirius as he approached.

Sirius looked furious as always.

"What do you want, Walburga?" Sirius crossed his arms.

Walburga's eyes turned towards Remus. Looking at him upside down.

"You look so different... Rosie"

Remus seemed tense. Sirius and Regulus were surprised that she knew who Remus was.

"It's Remus now..."

"Remember when I made those beautiful braids on your head?..." Walburga added "And I gave you that doll for Christmas?"

"I remember..." Remus frowned.

"Shut up, Walburga!"

"I always wanted a daughter... "

"Don't talk to him" Sirius said protectively.

"I am just simply saying hi, Sirius"

Walburga put a cigarette between her lips.

"You don't get to speak to my boyfriend"

"It's okay, Sirius..." Remus intervened.

"No it is not okay"

"I was simply making conversation"

She lit her cigarette.

Sirius crossed eyes with his brother. Regulus looked away but there was no use. He was wearing shades.

"I am not coming back" Sirius said to Walburga "I don't care about the riches of The Black Family. I can sustain myself. I am better off without you. So don't insist"

Walburga took a long drag and let the smoke out slowly.

"Oh darling.... I not asking you to come back" Walburga said. Sirius was taken aback.

"You have chosen to leave, and I respect that" Walburga shrugged "If your new family and your new boyfriend make you happy, then that's fine"

Regulus was surprised by Walburga's words. Orion had been creating a plan of leaving Sirius without money to get him back. Orion wanted his precious Heir back. He was sure Sirius would curl back begging for forgiveness. Regulus thought Walburga wanted the same. But apparently she didn't. It looked like she didn't care at all.

Sirius looked hurt, but he was trying his best to look indifferent.

"Yeah! I am happier with them than I ever were with you"

Walburga nodded.

"Effie is the best.... So kind and protective. Of course you don't know how to be that"

Walburga didn't answer.

"And I get along with James better than I did with Regulus"

Sirius said that to piss Regulus off. But it hurt. It still hurt. Regulus decided not to say anything as well.

"And Remus! He makes me the happiest man alive. I am so in love with him!"

To prove it, Sirius pulled Remus in for a kiss. But Remus pushed him away.

Regulus waited for Walburga to be furious. But she was just amused.

"Okay"

Sirius clenched his jaw. Regulus understood. He wanted to yell at Walburga as well. Make her care. Because Regulus did. He wanted his brother back.

"If you didn't want to tell me that, then why did you came here at all?" Sirius said "Children study here, you know? They are going to be scared if they see a witch"

Walburga smiled.

"I didn't come to see you, honey" she said "I came to see Regulus"

Sirius' eyes flickered towards Regulus. Regulus felt a knot on his throat. Fuck. Regulus hated when Walburga did this. She made it pretty obvious that she preferred him. Regulus hated being the favorite because everytime Walburga did that, Regulus felt Sirius hated him more. Regulus made a hard fist, clenching his nails on his palms. He did that everytime there was tension between those two.

"I know you don't want anything to do with me" Walburga kept smoking "Didn't you say that when you left?"

Sirius' eyes looked watery and red.

"True! I am glad you remembered" Sirius' voice sounded small too.

"The world isn't revolved around you, love" Walburga added. Then she spoke to Remus.

"He tends to think he is the center of the world.... Oh and he has terrible temper. Are you sure you can get used to that?"

"Fuck you, Walburga!!" Sirius yelled, he was practically crying. Tears were about to fall from his eyes. For anger or sadness. Maybe both.

"You are such a bitch! I fucking hate you!"

Sirius turned on his heels and he ran away. He didn't even wait for Remus. Regulus knew he was crying. Regulus clenched his nails on his palm harder. And the knot on his throat got bigger.

Walburga observed as Sirius left. For a second, Regulus saw in her eyes a flash of regret. But she shook it off quickly.

"Bye" she shrugged and kept smoking.

"Sirius doesn't deserve you" Remus surprisely spoke "You might've given him birth but you're not his mother. You don't have that right..."

Walburga looked at Remus defiantly.

"One day you are going realize how amazing Sirius actually is and you are going to regret what you're doing now. You're going to regret losing Sirius"

Walburga blinked and Regulus wanted to believe she was feeling something. He wanted to have hope and believe his mother was capable of loving Sirius.

"You reminded me of your father for a second, Remus" Walburga said "So right and moral... At the end he took the money Orion gave him to keep you away from Sirius"

Remus was suddenly very pale. Regulus was in shock too. He didn't know this information. Walburga was just cruel to say it like that. It was expected from Orion to do something like that. Regulus knew some nasty things about him. But he didn't expect that from Mr. Lupin. Surely he son was disappointed.

"I wonder if you would do the same" Walburga added "Take money in exchange for leaving Sirius"

Remus looked furious now. He surely wanted to punch Walburga. And Regulus didn't blame him.

"I would never"

Remus took a pitiful look at Regulus and he walked away.

Walburga snorted, as if she was amused at Remus' reaction

Regulus felt suddenly so furious.

"What the fuck, Walburga?" Regulus snapped "Did you have to be a bitch?"

Walburga rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Regulus. Don't act like your brother now!"

"Do you actually care about Sirius? Do you?"

"Of course I do" Walburga sighed "He prefers them obviously. I've told you this"

"Of course he would prefer them if you treat him like shit!"

Walburga was silent.

"You weren't this aggressive before" Walburga was acting like the hurt mother now, as if she was the victim that hadn't done anything wrong "You know Sirius is difficult to deal with, right?"

"Why did you have to say those things to Remus? None of this is his fault"

"I was just telling the truth!"

"So Orion paid The Lupins to keep their child away from Sirius?"

Walburga shrugged. Of course it was true. Orion was an asshole.

"And you knew about it?"

How much Sirius suffered when The Lupins left. Of course Regulus didn't understand it then. But he did now. Sirius actually cared about Remus and he didn't deserve it.

"I just found out"

"You're such a liar" Regulus shook his head and started walking away.

"You always used to take my side, mon coeur" Walburga said desperately. Regulus stopped. "Don't hate me. Not you"

"It is very difficult to be on your side now, Walburga"

Walburga made a sad expression. Regulus didn't know if she was faking it. She probably was.

Regulus walked away. He was too tired to be involved right now.

When Regulus got inside the castle, he realized he was shaking, his palms were bleeding. And the knot on his throat was unbearable. He felt guilty. He leaned on a wall, breathing hard and taking his shades off. He blinked away the tears.

Why couldn't Regulus have a normal mother? Walburga was actually a terrible mother. She had been too overprotective of Regulus, treating him practically like a baby. And she technically ignored Sirius. She treated him badly and constantly put him down. She was depressed. She drank too much alcohol and she smoked like a chimenea. She acted like worse than a teenager most of the time. And she was constantly fighting Orion and causing trouble.

But the worst part was that Regulus loved her. Walburga was his mother after all. Regulus didn't have an Euphemia Potter to replace her with. Regulus only had her. He just wished Walburga would act like a mother sometimes, especially to Sirius. But that was impossible to ask. Not it was Regulus' turn to cry.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders muggle au #muggleau #walburga black #sirius black #regulus black #orion black #Black Family #remus lupin #wolfstar #trans remus lupin

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mothgodofchaos · 2 years

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Cinnamon Roll

We all know I already call him my silent cinnamon roll. Why not make him some? Is it cannibalism? Maybe.

Jameson Jackson x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 630

Days were long, the holiday season meaning that Jameson was helping around with the little kids at the library more. He was an elf for Santa there that interpreted Santa to deaf and hard of hearing children. It was an exhausting job for him, but there was nothing more special than a little kid lighting up when one of the elves could start talking with him. Unfortunately he could only relay one side due to his mutism, but he still loved his job. Early mornings meant often it was a quick bite for breakfast, or grabbing a granola bar or two on the way out the door. You wanted to make him something that he could at least reheat and heat on the road if he needed to. You searched through your recipe box and found your cinnamon roll recipe, knowing it’ll make a large batch that he can start taking for breakfasts. Or enjoy with you on his days off over a cup of coffee, snuggled up on the couch together.

Process was a lot of waiting for the dough to rise, so you watched random holiday movies that came up on the television, or danced around the kitchen trying to be the next Mariah Carey. Soon they were in the oven, the house smelling wonderfully like warm cinnamon sugar and love.

Icing was a quick whip up in the mixer, drowning out the music playing on the small gramophone nearby. JJ had gotten it for you a few holiday seasons ago, adding it to a lot of your other traditional decor in your house. He then made it a habit to check the record store near the library for new additions he thought you'd like. He didn’t have the verbal words to say how much he cared about you, but his actions were more valuable than a thousand things he could say. You hear him pull into the drive as you’re pulling them out of the oven, setting them on a cooling rack on the counter. His keys jingle as he makes it through, you think he’s doing it to some sort of Christmas song they had been playing at the library all day, most likely stuck in his head. He takes off his coat and hat, hanging them up on the rack as he enters the kitchen, a knock on the wall to announce his presence. “I heard you come in, JJ. Just was a little busy to greet you at the door.” He looks at you puzzled, trying to peer around you to see the thing you’re hiding behind your back. Unfortunately for him, his stature is more resembling a Christmas elf’s than he’s like, standing on his tiptoes to try and look around you. “What did you make? Smells good.” “I made something that you can hopefully take for breakfast instead of granola bars. They reheat nicely in the microwave.” You move out of the way to reveal the pan of cinnamon rolls on the counter, and his eyes light up in the same way they do when he talks about you, or one of the kids that made him happy at work. His facial expressions were always on the side of overexaggerated to some people, but he didn’t have much tone to go off of to express himself, and you frankly found them endearing. He wraps you up in a warm teddy bear hug, snuggling his face into your neck, his moustache tickling against your skin. He pulls away and places a kiss on your cheek.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“But I wanted to. And worse case scenario, we eat these with coffee and snuggles on your day off.”

He gets excited again, pulling you down for a kiss again.

“Sounds perfect~”

#jameson jackson #jj #jameson jackson x reader #jj x reader #jse jj #jse jameson jackson #septic egos #jse egos #gn!reader #silent cinnamonroll #chaoswrites

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daisychainsandbowties · 2 years

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how did you figure out that you’re nonbinary and that you specifically use they/them pronouns? /genq

oh okay so figuring out gender was a ‘casper is stupid for 17 entire years’ situation.

i basically came out of the cradle insisting that it was cringe and terrible of my parents to think of me as a girl. i was, emphatically, a Pokémon obsessed little guy since i could form entire sentences. but it was 2002, and frankly i was more concerned with how far i could spit and collecting spiders off the bushes to be worried about it. my parents (bless) were 100% cool with getting my clothes in the boys section & letting me do whatever i wanted (except get ice cream from the ice cream van every day. their one and only instance of homophobia 😔) so i didn’t really suffer, especially, beyond scowling at people in school when they dared to refer to me.

it was pretty clear to me when i was 11 that having a cursed body was, indeed, going to be a curse. not worth mentioning how terrible and evil 11-14 was for me physically, tho to be fair i also took up swordfighting then so swings and roundabouts.

but yeah, around when i was 9 i knew there was a huge massive problem but then my mom got cancer (multiple myeloma) and… yeah gender crisis took a backseat while we watched her almost die about three times (pulmonory embolism, stem-cell transplant, getting shingles with no immune system bc chemo). my grandmother looked after me while Hospital.

unhelpful to the anti-trans-kids-existing demons bc she was also like intensely indulgent of my refusal to wear anything but my brazil football jersey. she let me eat nothing but artificial cheese slices put on a single slice of white bread and then microwaved because i had the massive trump card of not being allowed to see my mother for almost six months. i think she was grateful that i seemed to find the whole situation too serious to cry over. my best friend was a boy & he was pretty willing to be like ‘ok cool. ur not a girl. can we go on the trampoline?’

& then, when things calmed down & i was about 16/17, i had come out as gay (good for me) about two years before & then i realised i was oh fuck A Bit More Complicated than that i spent a while agonising over it. really a long walks on the beach pondering my gay ass type deal.

but then, just when i was kind of starting to vibe with being enby, I got really really sick, which lasted aboooout 5/6 years where it was just an old school platforming game but titled ‘casper tries not to die while trying to get a degree & two masters’). very do not pass go do not collect 200 of the universe to Do That. but hey.

so it was around Pandemic when i finally got the brainspace to actually think, & i realised that i was definitely trans, probably nonbinary. i experimented for a while with different pronouns. realised my ‘dumbass nickname everyone has to call me’ was my ACTUAL NAME (never underestimate my stupidity and ignorance) & yeah at first i was thinking of going the hormones path (do not ever please god don’t get me started on how hard that is in this stupid bastard country. 5 years waiting period, on average. have to get diagnosed formally by a team of psychiatrists with what is characterised as a ‘mental illness’. have to ‘live’ - as Some Fucker sees it - as your ‘chosen’ gender for like two years AND be out to basically everybody - realistic and safe i say sarcastically i say while looking into the camera like i'm on the office - oh look i got started. anyway. bullshittery)

but eventually i realised huh nope i just wanted top surgery (same fucking deal with the health service tho) & for people to use they/them generally (i am not too fussed w/ pronouns for myself tho. like, a lot of my friends use he/him because frankly i deserve it most of the time with the himbo behaviour. professionally i insist on they/them for consistency. i get congnitive dissonance with she/her as in i get a weird shock & want to laugh & wonder who the fuck they’re talking about for a sec before i realise it’s me. but like, miffed too much i am not).

also gender is a big pendulum for me it’s an elliptic orbit sometimes for a few weeks i’m like a feminine guy and other times i feel like a masculine gay & sometimes i feel like the autism creature (bc i AM an autism creature, always).

but i have, essentially, felt nonbinary always. trust me i have a pic of blue-eyed blond 5y/o me sitting on my bed in my Pokemon-themed room wearing a Manchester United jersey and holding my PS2 controller in my hands with a profoundly vacant and himboish expression on my face. it did fully take me 17 whole years to have my ‘oh’ moment about it, but a lot of that was profoundly indulgent parents who were you can’t even imagine how determined to not raise me the way they were raised - which meant, apparently, that if i wanted to be a spider-collecting, bug obsessed pokémon-fixated little guy who kept snapping branches off the bamboo and fashioning makeshift swords out of them - well then that was the creature they’d send to school every day.

i think the tldr here is: casper stupid. gender a concept.

#anon #'gender' i don't know her #casper lore dump

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occulticvioletdepths · 1 year

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♬ - a friend/best friend memory

//Memory: A Solstice for Misfits

Santalune, 20XX

Everything has been translated for your convenience. Also for your convenience: ■■■■'s text is in purple. Franciska's text is in red. Evangeline's text is in pink.

"𝄞 It's that tiiiiiiime of the yeaaar, ♪

♪ A very, so merry niiiiight we hold dear... ♫ "

A dreary winter's evening, ■■■■ was sitting together with her Pokémon and Franciska, with her cup of hot chocolate, ever-so-often taking a sip. Honestly?... she never learnt how to properly enjoy it. It's always too hot, and she keeps scalding her tongue.

"And it's supposed to be enjoyed hot."

...The marshmallow's always nice, though.

Today is the winter solstice, and it's celebrated as it is every year. Lights, trees, bonfires, lanterns, wishes for gifts... the merriment in the air is as thick as ever.

"Soooooo~? You're usually never out this late, are you, ■■■■?"

"A-Ahahah, yeah... it's... a little exciting. I don't have a stuffy business party to attend and be a prop for conversation at this year, ever since the CEO of Mach Motors fell ill..."

...Cursed, of course. ■■■■ would like to think that it worked.

"Gosh! What a doozy, huh~? Certainly nothing you had a role in, huuuh~?"

Without so much a warning, Franciska put her arm around ■■■■, squeezing her tight to herself, poking the poor ■■■■'s chest. She's rather perceptive - she is the daughter of esteemed detective Frankel Chroma, after all.

"Franciska, stooop, you're making me uncomfortable... besides, you know better than to think he got cursed."

"Pffhah, really? And act like you didn't give your whole "Realm of Darkness" speech~? I know you're a cute lil' Hex Maniac - c'mon! What kind of curse did you use?"

"...you're gonna make me spill this chocolate over you."

That seemed to make her back off. ■■■■ took a deep sigh. ahe was about to speak, before she looked up, spotting another of her friends.

"Oh, there's-"

"Evangeliiiiiiiiiine! Over heeeeeere!"

Evangeline, with her fluffy blonde hair - hiding a Vivillion inside - turned around, before quickly sprinting to her friends. ...■■■■'s so jealous of her hair.

"Why hello hello! Didn't know you two would come attend the festival!"

"I told my parents there's a school thing."

"I just asked dad if I could go."

"Lucky..."

Evangeline snickered. "Well, I just so happened to get three cones of ice cream. Vanilla. You two want one?"

Franciska tilted her head, though holding her hand out for one of the cones. "Ice cream? In the winter?"

"More importantly," Camille said, mimicking Franciska's motion. "You were gonna eat all those by yourself?

"I was! I, um, skipped dinner to get here early, so I'm really hungry. But I can get food at one of the other stalls!" Evangeline said, handing out the cones. Her Vivillion squeaked, and she responded with a "Yeah, yeah, sure, you can have a bit of mine..." as she lifted her cone to her Pokémon.

■■■■ giggled. "You want some too, Melisma?" She asked - before Melisma came down to take quite a lick for herself. ■■■■ took a few licks for herself, as well - cooling her tongue after every sip of hot chocolate. It's... an interesting arrangement for herself.

...The three of them - ■■■■, Evangeline, and Franciska - had an unusual bond between them. After all, nobody really wanted to talk to the weird kid from the rich family, the eccentric detective's daughter, and the gullible little bugnet.

But they had eachother. Perhaps it's a bit of a forced friendship, but it was friendship nonetheless.

It's hard how to imagine in the future, all of that would drastically change.

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #memory ask #ask game #chroma - crimes unpunished

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itslenagain · 1 year

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DREAMS

I want to smile at you over morning coffee when our hair is a mess and my makeup from the night before is stubbornly smeared on us both

I want to go to the beach together and help you chase your sunhat when the wind inevitably blows it off of your head

I want to drink cheap liquor with you and dance like I know what I'm doing (I don't)

I want to go home early from the party with you so we can take off our pants and eat ice cream on the couch and watch TV

I want to adopt all of the adorable cats and spoil them rotten with you

I want to smell all the books at an old library with you

I want to have dinner parties with fancy napkins and gourmet meals where we welcome our friends to be weird and wild and wear fake mustaches

I want to go on vacation to a really obscure place we thought would be cool but isn't

I want to brush your hair behind your ear and sigh because you're just so beautiful

I want to read your birth chart and see the positions of all the stars and planets when you were born so I know what a perfect sky looks like

I want to start kissing you at 11:59 on December 31st and at 12:01 tell you I can't believe we've been kissing for a whole year

I want to tell you all the (legally-allowed) gossip from work & listen to yours

I want to hear the way your breathing sounds when you're in a deep, peaceful sleep

I want to do a card reading for you that has us concocting wild conspiracies all night

I want to hold you when you cry over something that seems trivial to everyone else but that I know is everything to you

I want to say something incredibly embarrassing and listen to you laugh at me

I want to hold your hand in front of those weird Pride protesters while we blare fog horns over their bullshit rants

I want to glance back at you and wink while we navigate a busy sidewalk

I want to make you frustrated so that cute little wrinkle between your eyebrows appears and I can kiss it

I want to draw a protection sigil on your wrist while we're crammed in front of my altar to celebrate the moon in Scorpio

I want to tease you about how you accidentally said I was your mommy the first time you met my kid

I want to pick out weird outfits for each other at the thrift shop and invent personalities for the people who wore those clothes before us

I want to drive in the wrong direction so I get to spend more time with you in the car

I want to tell you about that wild dream I had once where my boss boiled a goldfish to death in the espresso machine

I want to ask you weird questions when you least expect me to (and you should too)

I want to look at the night sky with you and think about how incredible it is that, in all of that time and space, I found you

I want to take you to a restaurant and tell the server it's your birthday (it's not) so we can get that chocolate cake you like for free

I want to go to your book signing event and pretend to just be a really invested fan

I want to learn about your family's weird traditions and teach you some of mine

I want to know what you'd order at that coffee shop downtown that we talked about going to but never did

I want to proudly show you off to everyone I ever meet just because I'm so proud to be in your proximity

I want to learn about your interests so we can have passionate discussions about the things you like

I want to sing to you in my worst, most crackly voice while you roll your eyes

I want to make you orgasm so hard that you see constellations you've never heard of dance behind your eyelids

I want to get high with you and lay in the grass while we try to count the fireflies

I want to hug you in the waiting room and tell you it's going to be ok even if we don't know what's wrong but I know we can face it together and that means it'll be ok

I want to send you all the weirdest memes

I want to wear matching outfits somewhere and if people comment on it just look at them like they're seeing things

I want to keep adding songs to the playlist I made for you because I just can't get you off of my mind when I hear them

I want to text you while you're sitting on the couch next to me

I want to change the words in every love song to make it gay and also about us

I want to lose track of time and rush to get to the next place with you

I want to take you out to this spot I heard about and leave when we both decide it's not worth staying

I want to write beautiful, prose-filled vows that bring everyone to tears for the wedding, and dick jokes for the reception

I want to know all the things that make you smile so I can make you smile all the time

I want to understand you in a way that I don't really need to ask you to know what's on your mind

I want to cheer and clap and generally embarrass you a little (in the best way) whenever you do something big

I want you to feel loved every minute we get to spend together on this godforsaken planet that would rather see us miserable than happy

I want you to know how much your love has made me believe life is worth living

#lesbian #wlw #poetry #love poem #wishlist #lovecore #pride #lgbtqia+#queer #sapphic

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 7 months

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Wreckless - Sea Shells and Hermit Crabs

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

The sand tickles my toes.

Some is cool and hard and some is warm and squishy.

Emmett is reading, he's having a break after we built a castle and went swimming.

I don't wanna be still so I'm looking for shells.

Ick, a jellyfish... it's up on the sand and probably can't hurt me but I walk way around it.

Two other kids run in front of me and I have to stop so I don't crash into them but that's okay, that's when I see it.

The most perfect amazing shell ever, just a little ways into the water and mostly buried.

I wade in almost to my knees and lean over and grab it.

A wave hits and sand swirls as I lift it from the bottom but when I pull it out of the water I can see that it's only the edge that I could see, the rest isn't buried.

What I saw is exactly what I got and I'm pissed.

I drop it and go back towards the shore.

Emmett is walking towards me.

I wasn't supposed to go in but I didn't, really.

"You wanna swim? I'll take you."

"No, I wanted a shell. It was pretty but all broken."

I show him the other two I found.

"Very cool finds, 'Finn'. Want me to take them back to the towel?"

It's hot and the sun is really beating down.

Time for a break.

"No, I'm done, wanna go back to the hotel."

"Okay."

We pack up all our stuff and we're almost to the hotel when he asks me if I'm okay.

"Yeah, wanted a big pretty shell but no shell on my arm and no pretty shell to look at, either. Can we buy one?"

I know he thinks it's cheating but I don't care, I want one.

There's a store right up on the boardwalk that I can see from here.

"I wanna go in."

"If you really want to, sure."

He leads the way and inside they have bins and bins full of shells.

They also have other things, like crafts made of shells and some toys and swim stuff.

I find a huge pinkish conch shell and grab it.

I'm gonna put it on my desk.

"Want a stand?"

Emmett grabs two pretty pieces of wood making an 'x'.

I didn't know that's what it was for.

"Yes please."

They have cool bracelets with tiny shells and I grab one to give to him.

It'll look great on him and it can help him remember the beach.

I spend a long time looking at all the cute hermit crabs but eventually we need to go.

"Ice cream?" he asks.

There's an adorable retro shop right next door and he pauses in front of it.

But why did he ask?

I always want ice cream.

He probably just wants to cheer me up because I'm sad for the crabs.

I wanna take them home.

He's nice and carries all my stuff so I can focus on my ice cream cone.

I have two huge scoops.

One is chocolate chip and one is chocolate with marshmallows in it.

Yum.

I wanted three but Emmett said two would be enough and he's right, it's a lot.

"I'm gonna grab the first shower and when you're done with your cone you can come on in because you definitely need one too."

I do, he's right.

I have sunscreen stickies and sand and ice cream down to my elbow.

"Okay."

When I'm finished, I strip and leave my shorts on the bathroom floor and walk into the shower.

"Hi."

"Hey there. Get rinsed and I'll wash you off."

That sounds perfect.

I get all wet and then he soaps me up.

He says I have ice cream on my lips so I try to lick it off but he says he'll get it and kisses me.

It's a silly way to eat ice cream and I think he just wanted kisses even though ice cream is almost as good.

Sometimes.

He's hard and I reach out to touch him.

"Naughty Emmett," I tease.

"You have no idea. I've spent the last two hours deciding where to fuck you first."

"I thought you were reading."

That earns me a growl and another kiss.

"Did you choose?"

"Hmm and the second place."

Two lovies?

"Where?"

"I'm going to show you right now, babe."

"But I need to wash my face."

"You may need to wash it when I'm done with you, too."

"Emmett sunscreen?" I ask.

I like when he shoots on me.

I think he needs to play as much as I do so I'm gonna make him mad.

"I don't need it. I don't want to play with you, Emmett."

I soap up my face and turn under the spray.

"Finn, you're going to do what I say and give me what I want. Get on the bed, now."

"No," I run, naked and dripping, into the living room.

He catches me before I make it to the couch and spins me around.

"Don't make me angry, Finn. You won't like what happens."

He's wrong, I will like it very, very much.

"I don't like you. Leave me alone, Emmett."

He laughs and tries to drag me back into the bedroom but I escape and run into the bathroom.

"Fine, the bathroom it is."

He lifts me right onto the counter.

"I don't care where it happens at this point but your little ass is about to get filled."

His head turns and he looks down at my pill bottles.

"What are these?"

He lifts one and looks at the label.

"Finnegan?"

No, I'm Finn.

"No, later."

"No, now. Are these new?"

I huff at him because he's being stupid.

I grab my cock and play with myself for a second to feel better.

"Yes."

"July 30, that's... not this past week but the week before. You have refills. Is this a refill or brand new?"

"It's new."

"What are they for, Finnegan?"

"Stop it. They don't matter... we were playing."

Why's he being so mean?

I wanna play and be 'Finn' and have fun.

He steps back and grabs the second bottle.

Now I know it's trouble.

"Please? I need... you and I want to be 'Little Finn'."

"I know darling but I need some answers."

"No," I say, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting at him but he just turns and heads out of the bathroom, with my medicines, leaving me alone on the counter.

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