#I am passionate about this. Maybe even a little upset on some level.

[ottoslab]

You know: Re: “there’s an in-story reason there are no fat characters in xyz media,” I feel like there’s a lack of understanding about the root idea behind why there should be fat characters regardless of the “in universe” explanations.

Im going to keep this conversation in line with Into the Spiderverse/Hero media, because I’ll be honest: I don’t disagree with the idea that there’s never a reason for there to be less body type diversity in a cast. I think the reasons are fewer and far between than people claim, but I don’t think they’re not there. Maybe it’s important for worldbuilding, maybe there’s another reason. Just getting it out of the way so I can say that I’m not talking about these specific instances where fat characters wouldn’t work in the narrative for whatever reasons.

I’m talking about: Spider-Man cant be fat. He’s too busy running around and swinging on webs to be out of shape. There’s no way there could be a fat avenger, they’re way too active. Etc etc.

Ok. Cool. I don’t care.

When it comes to body diversity in media, my first thought is not usually the in-universe reasons for the body diversity, for fat characters being fat. My mind is always going to the intention behind the writing first and foremost.

The Spider-Man series, and a lot of superhero stories, are stories about empowerment. Spider-Man itself is a character built around the idea that “anyone can wear the mask.” The spiderverse movies are built around that idea.

Spider-Man, in universe, is a character who fights crime, who has the weight of the world on his shoulders, who does super cool stunt moves and is usually like 16 years old and fighting off super monsters.

But, like. That’s the in universe stuff. The subtext, the reasoning for the plot, the character evolution, is so much more than that, isn’t it? It’s a story about empowerment, about encouraging the viewer, you, whoever you are absorbing this media, to take great risks and to evolve. Spiderverse isn’t asking you to put on a mask and swing around and fight a woman with octopus tentacles. Spiderverse is using a very specific in-universe challenge to ask you how you’d operate with great power, and the price to use it responsibly. Etcetera etcetera. Generally speaking.

And anyone can be viewing that story. Even a fat person. Who wouldn’t “realistically” be able to be a spider-man. Fat people still face adversity, still identify with having goals and taking risks. Like anyone else. That’s the point of the “anyone can wear the mask” thing. Why couldn’t there be a fat Spider-Man, for audiences to relate to just as much as they would a skinnier Spider-Man, but with the added “hey, that’s like me,” factor for some people who don’t usually get that?

And then comes the other stuff. The fact that, while a lot of media may not have positive representation of fat characters, they still have fat characters. They still exist. And where are they?

Well, usually being the butt of the joke, probably.

We can’t have a fat spider-man, but we can have a Peter B. Parker, down on his luck, pitying himself for the decisions he won’t make, at a low-point in his life. And how do we portray this? Oh, yeah, we’ll have him be fat. And we won’t stop pointing it out. We won’t stop mentioning it in a way that would have a laugh-track playing after every mention if we could. Because being fat is bad, because being a fat spider-man means you’ve done something wrong. And once you’re doing better? You’ll be less fat, probably. Because it means you’re probably doing something with yourself.

I don’t mean to say that there’s absolutely no reason a person could gain weight when they’re at a low point in their life, or that losing weight can’t be a sign of someone’s progress in their life. But I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the writing, I’m talking about the framing of this. Peter B. Parker is the only fat Spider-Man in Into The Spiderverse, (I know there are plus sized background characters in across the spiderverse, but theyre few and far between and do not take away from the treatment of Peter B in the first movie) and they’re going to make sure you remember that, and they’re going to hope you laugh at him for it. Peter B Parker isn’t a real person, but a real person, real people, had to write his character and how people treated him.

TLDR: If you’re making a story, I don’t give a shit if there’s “no reason” for a character to be fat in universe. Let them be fat anyways. There’s probably “no reason” for half of the things they are or aren’t, but we still give characters those traits anyways. And I guarantee, in the stories where there “shouldn’t be” fat characters, there will be anyways. They just will be there to be laughed at, to point at as a sign of “greed,” to be the antithesis of what the protagonist should be. Because from a writing standpoint, apparently, where anyone can wear the mask or whatever, being fat is still wrong.

#Hm. Im not really one to type out really long tumblrposts about topics like this. #but im doing my best to make it clear that im not trying to start an argument. #I am passionate about this. Maybe even a little upset on some level. #but idk. I feel like i can have my one obnoxious tumblrpost as a treat. #This might not be entirely comprehensible #but i hope if youre reading it you can do your best to not immediately go with the worst interpretation of what im saying here GDKHFGLJDGJL #not tagging this. Either it goes somewhere or it doesn’t. God bless o7 #long post

[heesdreamer]

IN MY ROOM

PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader

WARNINGS ➩ none really, unresolved angst and one sided heartbreak

WC ➩ 2.6k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Normally I don’t write small drabbles but obsessed with this song and wanted to do something for it. No full fic for this or part 2 sorry it’s supposed to hurt! I highly suggest listening while listening or beforehand since it’s fully inspired by the lyrics and vibe

I like when it's dark out, October will cure me

I'm walking these woods, am I thirty or thirteen?

The size of your heart seemed to grow and shrink with the seasons, always fluttering and aching depending on the shade of the trees and sometimes it felt like it got quiet all together.

You figured out a long time ago that the actual shape of it and your anatomy wasn’t changing and instead you were just an over emotional person (if there was such a thing). Your mother blamed it on your father being a writer, saying you inherited his soul and his passion for pouring all of his love into every little thing with the hopes something worth putting to paper would appear in return.

You didn’t write like he did but you did often find yourself overthinking the journey of tree roots and being curious about how building a proper nest weighed on a birds confidence.

It was a lot easier to fall inlove with everything than to tune the world out and that didn’t fall short of affecting the way you interacted with the people around you.

The way you loved your friends wasn’t always romantic but you had a deep connection to all of them and a mental list of all their habits and cute quirks like the way Wonyoung covered her mouth when she laughed hard and the raise of Riki’s eyebrow whenever he was curious about something.

You loved Heeseung in a different way.

Your heart was heavy as you walked through the tree covered trail that led to your house, knowing once you started thinking of him it was nearly impossible to stop.

In your defense, he seemed to have that affect on a lot of people.

There was just something undeniably charged about Heeseung and the way he interacted with the world around him. He was ever confident in a natural way that didn’t have a hint of arrogance and his gentle nature struck you hard the first time you met him when you were 13 and he had just turned 14.

You became close friends after getting partnered for a school project and your heart was soaring when he kept talking to you even after you’d turned in the essay and gotten a low B.

He was bestfriends with basically everybody he interacted with but you couldn’t help feeling special when you kept getting closer and closer and your friendship started to actually hold some weight instead of just having surface level conversations in between class lectures.

The cold fall chill ripped through your sweater right as your mood started to sour and you shook your head free from the thoughts of him or at least as free as you could.

Not asking for much, man, thought maybe you'd call me

I slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me

“He really hasn’t said a single thing to you? Like not even something random and completely unrelated to his absolute betrayal?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed at the dramatic exaggeration of Wonyoung’s statement but she was right to be upset on your behalf considering you had a hard time being mad at him yourself.

Your sigh continued as you rolled onto your back and tugged the phones chord as tight as possible so it reached further on your bed, nearly coming off the wall with how hard you were stretching the old elastic.

“He’s waved at me in the halls but I can’t talk to him.” Your voice was muffled just from how much you didn’t want to admit the extent of which this bothered you.

You weren’t at all exaggerating, you really couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Heeseung ever since he had casually announced on his MySpace that he was now in a relationship with one of your more casual mutual friends. He hadn’t told you beforehand that he even had feelings for her and you felt completely ridiculous for thinking he held you as close to his heart as you did for him.

Even your friend group had been thrown off by the news considering everybody followed the silent understanding that you and him were more than friends.

You’d rolled your eyes the few times they’d brought it up, both in light teasing or genuinely trying to pry and get you to answer their burning questions about your relationship.

You never fulfilled their curiosity for a multitude of reasons but mainly because you had no idea what you and Heeseung were exactly. You liked him more than you’d ever liked somebody in your life and your face turned red whenever you saw him smile or felt his hand brushing against yours under the lunch table but he’d never said anything to you about it.

His feelings might’ve seemed obvious to somebody who didn’t know him, figuring you were dating the second he wrapped his arm around you or ordered your food without checking what you wanted since he already had your preferences memorized.

But that was just who Heeseung was and you were no stranger to that.

He was overly caring and involved with everyone he met and he could make somebody he’d met seconds ago seem like they were best buddies from kindergarten. He definitely had a sweet spot for you but there was no real evidence that it extended past platonic admiration.

You were overwhelmingly glad now you’d never been stupid enough to tell your friends you were together before confirming it considering his abrupt new relationship that completely shattered your view on what you’d been to him.

Clearly you’d misread the signals the entire time and the two of you were just friends but the more you thought about it, the more angry you got. Not at Heeseung because your heart strictly forbid you for ever thinking negatively about the boy but just at the entire situation and the lack of understanding from both sides.

It wasn’t friendly when he stared into your eyes with the waves crashing behind you and your friends laughing somewhere in the distance. Not at all platonic when he was taking your hand in his at the school dance and ignoring the dozens of eyes staring at him, waiting for a turn.

They never got it because he spent the entire night spinning you in his arms and complimenting your dress and hair.

You weren’t confused when he laid in your bed after his parents threw a fit about his new piercing, his head on your stomach and his voice a whisper when he told you that you were the only person who understood him.

“You’re my person and I’ve never felt like that with anybody before so it freaks me out sometimes.” His eyes didn’t stray from the blank spot on your ceiling and yours stayed locked on the bruise forming around the new piece of middle inside his eyebrow. “I couldn’t think of anybody else I wanted to run to.”

“Is that a bad thing? Wanting to come to me?” Your fingers smoothed over the piercing and he winced a little because of how fresh it was but you didn’t move your touch away, just lessening the pressure you were applying.

“It’s only bad because how much it consumes me sometimes.”

You didn’t ask him to explain what he had meant that day because you figured you knew but apparently you were somehow wrong.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N, are you still there?” Your friends voice over the line was bringing you back to reality and you assured her you hadn’t left before asking her to repeat whatever it is she had said. “I said that he was totally wrong to do that to you, we all think so.”

For some reason the thought of your friends seeing the same thing as you didn’t make you feel any better.

It actually made you want to curl into a ball ten times worse because you couldn’t blame it on your rose colored glasses if the closest people to you also felt like something was blossoming between the two of you. Your confusion in his abrupt relationship only made you feel sicker and sicker.

I want your things in my room, I miss you all of the time

I stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find

I want your things in my room, I miss you all of the time

You make it look so easy, leaving everything behind

Two weeks had passed since Heeseung posted the photo of him and Aubrey with his relationship status being changed right afterwards, glaring harshly at you on your home computers wavering screen.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you studied his expression underneath the grainy edgy filter he applied to it, eyes tracing the squint of his eyes as he smiled brightly and her lips pressed against his cheeks.

He looked happy and that somehow made you feel even sicker.

You wondered if he hadn’t told you about it because he feared your reaction or if he possibly couldn’t bring himself to silently end whatever it was that you felt towards each other. It hurt more than it might’ve a few years ago because you’d finally begun to feel like the two of you were on the same page, managing to be mutually single and interested at the same moment for the first time in all your years of pining.

A dozen near misses were finally leading to something big and concrete.

Or at least you thought so until you logged onto your MySpace account and saw his post, the same one you were glaring at now.

You hadn’t posted anything since you cut off communication with him but you couldn’t help yourself from checking your page and scrolling down it, curious if he’d be concerned over your silence if he ever went to see what you’d been doing with his absence. Maybe he hoped you’d be posting sad song lyrics or actively breaking down on his feed but instead you’d gone completely cold.

It was the only option in your mind considering you never were able to be normal when it came to Heeseung.

The sight of his hoodie on your bed or his left over guitar picks and crumbled up pieces of paper with random doodles scattered around your room was enough to bring you to tears and settle a sick feeling in your gut so you couldn’t imagine trying to sit and type out a post that would read as normal. Perfectly fine and not obsessing over who your friend was dating.

You told yourself that you were mainly caught up on the specifics of it because he hadn’t bothered to tell you about it.

It was worse to find out from a simple post over him sitting you down and letting you know but instead your entire world crumpled with every comment and heart from people who didn’t know him outside of passing him in the halls.

They didn’t know him during those late nights and they didn’t know the way his heart beat harder whenever you brushed your fingers through his hair or met his eyes in a crowded room. The faceless usernames had no idea there was somebody out there absolutely shattering at this simple ‘in a relationship’ post.

You groaned into your hands and shut the computer down without bothering to close his blogs tab, knowing you’d be opening it first thing tomorrow regardless.

You look so cool getting high

No handlebars, you wanna fly

You look so cool, I wanna die

Is it too soon to say what on my mind?

“Hope you brought some bandaids.” His voice was wobbly as he circled around you and you laughed softly at his clear fearfulness, the sound muffled by the straw of your slushy that was clutched between your knees.

“For when you inevitably eat shit?”

He laughed at your bluntness and the action almost caused him to do exactly that, the bike wheel rapidly twisted on the rugged gravel and nearly sending him straight into the rocky parking lot he was currently riding handless around.

One of his hands was occupied with his own extra large slushy from the gas station near you and the other was holding a small joint that was nearly smoked out of existence. You had hated when Heeseung started to smoke and you spent the last few years complaining about the smell of his clothes and scolding you when he left the scent on your pillows.

You’d never tell him that you slowly got used to it, almost liking it as it blended easily with his signature cologne and his naturally aroma that you found yourself leaning into whenever you had a few feet between you.

He rarely smoked infront of you once he realized you genuinely didn’t like it and you were just nagging at him but today was the exception.

Heeseung had turned eighteen today and while your friends had begged and begged him to either throw a party or let them do it in his honor, he had strongly declined. You had been confused considering he was shy to partying and it would definitely be one of the bigger events of the year with how many people would love to gather and get drunk in the honor of Heeseung.

Your confusion was lost when he wrapped himself around your back, arms circling your middle and casually telling your friends he’d rather spend the night hanging out with you like it didn’t completely uproot your existence whenever he said things like that.

You didn’t even doubt the honesty of his answer, genuinely knowing he had more fun in this dirty parking lot with cheap slushees and your company than he would’ve at a huge rager.

“What do I get if I don’t fall?” He was smiling at you as he rounded back into your point of view but he was behind you again before he could see the way your own lips turned up. “Doesn’t that call for a prize?”

“A prize? What would you want?” You watched his eyebrows raised like he was in deep thought and you laughed at the absurdity of him disappearing back behind you as he continued to ride his bikes in circles around you. You didn’t like riding bikes as much as he did but last summer he’d painted a pair of pegs pink for you, sticking them to his otherwise blacked out frame and smiling proudly.

It was something you’d rolled your eyes at and you’d given him a quick thankful kiss on the cheek but you secretly loved standing behind him as he rode you around, hands on his shoulders and the wind blowing through your hair.

You especially loved how happy he was to show you that he’d done it, something that would make you more comfortable when you rode together.

He was humming like he was deep in thought and you waited patiently with your chin resting in your hand, smile bright on your face at his theatrical responses.

“If I don’t fall…. you let me stay at your place tonight.”

Your heart was already starting to beat out of your chest at the soft request and the way his voice got lower like he was waiting for you to reject him. Both of your reactions were ridiculous considering he’d spent the night at your house dozens of times and was over more than he went home but he always asked beforehand.

Something you liked because then it always gave you the opportunity to tell him that he was welcomed.

“I figured that was the plan anyways.” You took a large drink of your slushy after letting the words fall out more casual than you felt and he pressed on the brakes when he was in front of you this time, a wide smile still on his face and genuine easiness radiating off of him.

“You sure know how to make a birthday special.” He was so beautiful when he said that and the way he looked at you made you feel like he genuinely meant what he was saying even if he was just making a joke about your rather simple nature.

Telling him you love him was heavy on your mind and even heavier on your tongue and it took almost everything inside of you not to just blurt it out and accept the brute force of whatever his reaction might be without any preparation. You wanted him to know that his birthday was special, you needed him to know that you loved him and that you wanted to spend every year like this no matter how old you got.

Instead you took another sip of your slushy and let him ride around you until his tire gave out and he was landing on the gravel with a laugh that inspired your own.

You hadn’t know then that you were currently experiencing his birthday with the two of you for the last time and you wondered now if you would have told him back then if you had known. Would it have made a difference or was he always fated to leave?

Did your love story really end with a simple post from his end and the smell of smoke ever fading from the smooth fabric of your pillow cases or was this all some large twisted joke from the universe, one last test of your affection towards each other before you finally stopped nearly missing.

You tried your best to stop thinking about it and him and all the little things he’d left in your room.

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung x reader #heeseung au #enhypen au #heeseung fic #lee heeseung #Spotify

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

“no one owes you anything” correct. if you don’t write for readers or socialization through interests, do not ask for recognizance and reblogs. we don’t owe you that. if writing is purely to indulge yourself in fandom & for your fixations, you don’t ask for a fucking thing. do not expect notoriety and admiration for this anymore. if you can’t complete something you’ve committed to already to a multitude of people, don’t do it? don’t say you will with schedules and promises just to fall short? you cannot demand every reader and follower to comment on your eloquent authoring, reblogging every thing you write when it’s your interest, and interacting with you. not when you don’t respect the people who have given you a platform and the opportunity to spout ignorance. you can be multifandom, you can stop writing when you don’t want to, you can no longer take requests if it’s just for your passion and fandom fixation. don’t expect more than what you give. deleting fics out of embarrassment, unfinished work, ignored comments and asks, and a shitty dash is all a choice you can make. maybe ask for critique and commentary AFTER you COMPLETE something and not with a bunch of unfinished work and not fall short on promises. AFTER you have respectful conversations. we’re done lol.

I can feel the pettiness coming off this omg. I can smell the "I have never written a fic in my whole life" energy.

I don't have the energy to respond to each point individually, but like - omg.

Someone's a little cranky that I haven't announced the date for the final chapter of Careful even though it's finished in my drafts.

And I wanna move on to other creative pursuits for a minute (to get some creative satisfaction after all of the demanding, entitled attitudes over that fic) before posting it so that I don't have to be bombarded with comments about how people are upset that the series is over - cause I will be fucking glad that it's over.

Also the people who have given me a "platform to spout ignorance?" This blog has less than half the followers of my writing blog, so if people don't wanna see my actual personality or don't wanna see me rightfully point out the unfair treatment of authors from the demanding tiktok brainwashed masses, then they don't have to listen to me or follow me here in order to read my personal posts. They can just follow my other blog for fanfiction posts only.

And last point - I have never deleted fics out of embarrassment. I deleted my blog to escape harassment like this and untintionally deleted unsaved fics along with it. All of the fics that I have put hard work into - even ones that I am not incredibly proud of anymore that might not represent my current style and skill level - are on AO3. (Like what fic are you even upset about? One of those random 200 word blurbs that I wrote half asleep that I don't even consider to be a fic - just a spouting of my ideas?)

Anyway, the more comments like this I get, the longer I am just tempted to hold onto the last chapter of Careful and wait to post it - months from now, years from now. Idk. Who knows. I'll just give what I get 💖💕

#duuuude #like SERIOUSLY #how do you even get a mindset like this #whhaaaa whaaa the author didn't finish a fic I like therefore they are evil and targeting ME PERSONALLY #fuck off #anonymous #sundrop answers #fanfiction #writing #discussion

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

I feel like Patton and Logan really need to have a conversation, maybe with someone to help mediate? I know there are some things Logan doesn't quite understand on the emotional level due to his- uh- situation growing up, but yeah. Little worried for the relationship there. -♾️

“I think we explained it pretty well the first time,” Roman huffs, righting himself into a sitting position so he can angrily fold his arms, “You just didn't want to hear any of it.”

“Not true. I simply had counterarguments.”

For a moment, Patton and Roman just blink at him. When the complete lack of sarcasm finally registers in Roman’s brain, he pushes himself up to his feet and stomps them,

“Dammit, are you even listening to yourself right now?! What, you want us to explain why we were mad to you so that you can 'provide counter-arguments' and debate us out of being angry?”

Logan frowns, “Would that not work?”

“Would that work on you?!

“I think,” Logan sighs, his eyelid twitching at Roman’s completely uncalled-for outburst, “If you let me explain everything then you wouldn’t have a reason to be angry anymore.”

“I don’t need a reason!” Roman growls, and his pupils shine for a moment with otherworldly light, “I am a celestial being of pure passion transposed into human flesh! Angry is a more natural state than calm!”

“If you’re admitting that you are the problem, then what am I supposed to do?” Logan shakes his head, bewildered.

Roman makes an offended, strangled noise, turning away from him and throwing his hands in the air. Patton sighs and wobbles out of his pseudo-lotus pose.

“Logan, I know you don’t like it when we get upset. It makes you want to fix whatever’s wrong, but I don’t want you to do that.” 

The other two both turn to him as he speaks. Roman’s face is flushed with frustration, but he smiles at Patton anyway, trying to pretend he’s not as mad as he looks. Logan’s face is less telling -- he’s always put so much effort into hiding his feelings, to Patton’s chagrin -- but after seven years of knowing him and three of being true friends, Patton knows him very well. His now-brown eyes are solemn and contemplative, and his fingers tap nervously at his knuckles where his hands are clasped in his lap; He’s lost control of a situation, and he doesn’t like it.

Patton wants to keep being angry, to get petty and yell and make Logan feel as bad as he feels when he looks at those scars around his eyes and wonders if they’ll start bleeding again. But Patton’s always been the only one of them that’s capable of being an adult about hurt feelings, so he swallows his own and continues,

“When you just try and ‘fix it’ and then pretend it never happened, it feels like you don’t care.”

“I want to fix it because I care about you.” 

“Then can you care enough to accept that that’s not what I need right now?”

Logan frowns, a crack in his mask. Patton smiles sadly back at him,

“You asked why we were upset that you didn’t tell us about the eye thing, so let us answer. We just want you to listen to us, and acknowledge that you upset us. We don’t need to fix it.”

Logan glances at Roman, looking for confirmation. Roman still won’t fully face him, but nods from where he’s glaring at the bard over his shoulder. Logan looks down at his own hands, separates them, and then braces them on his knees, shoulders slumping forward slightly as he nods,

“Very well. I will listen.”

Patton can’t help a small smile, clambering up onto the mattress next to him and patting Logan’s hand. He takes a few minutes to think about what he’s going to say, hurt and fear and rage all jumbling together as he tries to come up with a way of saying it that Logan will understand. He doubts Logan will, but he tries anyway, hurt dripping from his voice as he refuses to cry again until he’s done,

“Logan, Remus carried you in here bleeding like a ripe tomato and limp as a blanket. And then I hear that you did it on purpose, and you knew you could have been hurt, and you didn’t even want to give me a heads up that the next time I see you you might be bleeding from every hole in your head?

Patton’s voice cracks, and Logan twitches next to him, but does nothing.

“For the last few weeks, all my friends have been falling dead around me like flies. But, at least when Virgil and Roman have dropped out they can say they were protecting someone else. You were just… What? What was it for?”

“I feel bad yelling at you for this in front of Patton because, honestly, I’m not much better,” Roman adds, thankfully cutting Patton off when he can tell he’s about to start rambling,

“But I’m responsible for your safety, Logan. I promised Talyn I would bring you home safe, and aside from that I love you! It doesn’t feel great to see you hurt, and even less so to see you trusted my brother over me when your life was on the line.” He huffs, gone from folding his arms to hugging himself around the chest, fingers clutching at his too-tight shirt. 

Logan looks almost constipated.

Patton nearly laughs when he sees his lips moving silently, and realizes that Logan’s waiting for a pause that is long enough to feel sincere but short enough that they won’t think he’s counting.

“I’m sorry.” He finally says, head shaking between the two of them as he tries to look them both in the eyes but can’t stand to do it.

“I don’t know how to say this in a way that won’t make you angrier, but I really didn’t think this would upset you so much. I suppose I never considered how dangerous it all was.”

“You’re the one who explained to us all the different ways you could have died if you messed up!” Roman whines miserably, falling back onto the bed. He stares at Logan over his mess of curly hair, eyes wide and sad like a kicked puppy.

“They were all true, but the main reason I mentioned them was to brag.” Logan frowns at himself, raising a hand to adjust his glasses and hide his embarrassed blush,

“I never thought I was in serious danger. None of the damage it would cause was irreversible as long as I reached a cleric in time, which I ensured I would. This isn’t to excuse my behavior, of course, but to explain why I thought I needn’t tell you.”

He frowns, reaching out to lay his hand over Patton’s,

“I know you want me to be honest, so I will. If I knew how much it was going to hurt you, I still would have done the ritual,” Logan’s face is full of guilt, and he continues before either of them can respond,

“But I would have explained all of that to you first. I would have told you why it was necessary, and convinced you that I had taken every precaution and would be fine. I care deeply about you both, and I do not enjoy making you upset.”

Logan shuffles in his seat, turning to look more directly at their paladin.

“Roman, I didn’t ask Remus for help because I don’t trust you. I knew the ritual involved a measure of self-mutilation. No matter how trivial the notion is to me, I thought it would be cruel to ask you to watch me do that. Your brother simply has no such reservations. Logan grumbles miserably, "Furthermore, he was not supposed to take me directly to you all in that state, but he took no small amusement in that particular loophole.”

“Why was it necessary? What was it all for?” Patton insists again, no longer truly angry but unwilling to let them end the conversation without an answer. He looks up at Logan sternly, and Logan is cowed by his glare even while he towers over him. (Even while they’re seated! His neck has been in so much pain since he left home.)

“Several things.” Logan can’t help but smile, his confidence returning as he returns to a comfortable topic,

“For one, I have greatly extended my arcane power, using an old magic ritual in a way deemed impossible by the larger academic community. I don’t know what all I can do with it yet, but I am going to experiment today.”

“Oh, yes, you mean the laws you broke.” Roman sighs, but even he can’t stop a smile from catching. Logan is infectious when he’s excited about his work, and neither he nor Patton are immune.

“Their reasoning for dismissing the ritual is false, based only on fear and the conservation of their own power.” Logan scoffs, “I had a once in a lifetime chance to prove that. The revival and mastery of old, forgotten, and forbidden magic — whether legal or not — is my life’s work. This was a huge first step in proving that I’m right, that I’ve been right. This is the sort of thing I left the castle to find!

He withdraws his hand from Patton’s, clutching nervously at the star pin holding his short cloak closed,

“Instead, when I told you what I’d done, and your first reaction was to get angry with me and tell me I shouldn’t have done it... It felt like you were telling me that I wasn’t capable. That I wasn’t intelligent enough to pull it off, and was a fool for trying.” He scowls, his tone implying that it’s something he’s heard before. Patton smiles and pats his knee to comfort him, while Roman playfully rolls his eyes.

“I suppose I should have known that the great arcanist Logan Berry would never have risked the safety of his big, beautiful brain on something trivial.”

“I don’t think you’re dumb, Lo. I was scared, ‘cause you almost died, and I only got mad when you acted like I was being ridiculous.” Patton cocks his head to the side, trying to make his voice sound more lighthearted than it is,

“I know what you really meant now, but when you say stuff like ‘there was no reason to tell you,’ it's like you don’t believe we would care if you got hurt. That’s what made me mad.”

“Touché.” Roman huffs, reaching out to wrap his arms around Patton in a sort of hug. He’s still flopped down on his back onto the bed, so only one of his arms really reaches, but Patton is thankful for the comfort anyway.

Logan shakes his head, “You weren’t being ridiculous. I got defensive instead of listening to you.”

“Well, I was being a little ridiculous.” Patton thinks aloud, internally berating himself for getting so worked up. After all, he knows Logan; He should have known there was a good reason, and that Logan just didn't understand that it would upset him to be left out. You should have trusted him, but here you go over-reacting—

“No, Patton. You were right to be upset, and I belittled you for it." Logan asserts, tone hard as steel, leaving no room for debate,

"I was being stubborn, and I am sorry.”

“Well, you better be!” Patton jokes just slightly too loudly, looking down at Roman’s arms to avoid Logan’s increasingly concerned expression, sharp eyes hunting for any signs of Patton’s insecurities like a hawk, and to avoid those very same insecurities swirling like a tornado in his brain. He smiles,

“I can’t afford to get much be-little-er around here.”

“Ha!” “I try to have one serious conversation...”

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Nothing Else Matters (part 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader (part 1)

Word count: 6,196

Warnings: Mentions of parents yelling, Jason Carver being an absolute shitheel (as usual), sorta angsty beginning but after that it’s pure fluff town, I don’t know shit about Advanced DnD because I don’t hate myself enough to play it (5th ed gang gang), description of parents being shitty, pure fucking indulgent fluff, Eddie being real cute, one sexually suggestive moment but nothing too explicit?, no use of y/n, Eddie treating you like you deserve xo

AN: Part three made me near sob with how cute it was, and also mixed with the fact this will never be real for me ;w; But yeah, fluff ahoy, let’s gooooo!

taglist: @awkwardambition @chickpeadumpsterfire @lonelysupernova (if I forgot you I AM SO SORRY I AM SMOOF OF BRAIN)

You were ten minutes late to curfew, and arrived through the front door to be greeted with both your father and brother utterly furious with you.

You were made to sit at the kitchen table, staring at the knots and scratches in the woodwork as your father berated you for your life choices. Talking about how you were supposed to be a ‘good girl’, how you weren’t to embarrass them by dating those who had a reputation like ‘that boy Munson’ did. Many cruel names were thrown your way, but you could barely hear them over the blood rushing through your ears. Flipping the bird at Jason had felt good at the time, but you knew he would get his pound of flesh somehow. And now he was basking in your downfall, leaning against the archway between the living room and kitchen with a small smirk on his face. Before, this would have bothered you. You would have practically got on your knees and grovelled for their forgiveness, and would have taken your punishments with a meek “thank you.”

But not any more. Without meaning to, probably without even realising it, Eddie had given you that last little push into becoming your own person. And it wasn’t even like it was solely because of him, either. You were doing this on your own steam, finally having enough of pretending to be something you weren’t. Deep down, you had your own passions, and wants, dreams and desires. Maybe it was just teenage rebellion kicking in late. Or the fact that you had begun to finally see that people who beat to their own drum were happier in themselves, and you craved it. You wanted to listen to music that made you dance like you never had before, maybe pick up an instrument and learn to make it yourself. Write some poems or stories, be creative, do something other than study and chores.

But you knew you had to be smart about this. If Jason was going to play dirty, two could play at that game. Being so explicit about your relationship wasn’t going to be the play, so you needed to reel it in a little. Take the punishment like you usually would, act upset and like you understood that this was for the best. All you focused your attention on was Eddie’s whispered words between soft kisses.

“You’re kind, and funny, and so smart. Beautiful, too.”

Pretty. Talented. Brave. Thoughtful.

Could one day undo a lifetime of being berated and pushed aside for your elder sibling? Absolutely not. You would probably still cry about it; yearn for a different timeline where you were both treated equally, mourning for the loss of parents and a brother that could have been. But you could make a start on undoing the process, and a first step was as good as any. Countless miles in arduous journeys all had to start at the same way, and that was with one foot in front of another.

You were finally sent to bed under the guise of ‘thinking about what you’d done’, the process of getting ready for bed done on autopilot. Once you slipped under the sheets and your head hit the pillow, it was if your batteries of bravery were taken away from you as soon as you were finally alone. You stared at your bedroom, cold and devoid of personal touches. Your mother liked to keep a tidy home, and it meant that décor was kept at a level she wanted, rather than what you did. Your friends had posters of their favourite bands, pictures of them and their loved ones and close friends tucked into their vanity, stuffed animals won at fairs or had other sentimental value to them.

But not your room. Yours was pretty, yes. Pale pink wallpaper and freshly washed sheets, but little else that would give away that a teenage girl lived there. When you thought back to Eddie’s room, it was his. Yes, it smelled of weed and cigarettes, and it was a bit of a mess. But he had his beloved guitars and amps, his heavy metal posters and magazines that focused on his interests. You could tell who he was, what he liked and what mattered to him. Nobody could say the same for you. All they might be able to glean was that somebody slept there during the night. You couldn’t stop the overwhelming sense of loneliness and emptiness pulling you under, and you cried yourself to sleep that night. Just like a lot of nights you’d laid in bed.

…

It was surprising that Jason ‘allowed’ you to sit at the Hellfire table. However, it was quickly evident the method behind his madness. Being sat at Eddie’s table just cemented your fate as a social pariah, your old friends turning their back on you as soon as the news spread about your relationship with it’s leader and many others giving you sneers as you passed them in the hallway. Perhaps he wanted you to learn what a relationship with Eddie would mean; nobody talking to you, having to duck and weave through glares and muttered insults.

But like you secretly hoped, it also meant getting to know new friends. Over the past month, you’d got to know the little group and their quirks. Dustin was a charmer, always with an easy smile and a quick wit. He reminded you a little of Eddie, in that way. Perhaps they were drawn together like magnets, two charismatic and kind people who deeply cared for their friends. Jeff was knowledgeable on his many interests, able to quickly recall pieces of information at a blinding pace and seemingly happy to have someone new to share them with who was interested in whatever he had to say. Grant, though sarcastic and deadpan most times, didn’t mind quietly catching you up on DnD terms whenever you looked a little lost as the group spoke. Gareth didn’t speak much, but when he did, his smile could light up the whole room behind that curtain of messy brown hair that hid away his eyes. Lucas could crack a joke that would have the group in stitches, and you’d spoken about basketball with him quite a lot when he mentioned an interest in it. You’d seen Mike a couple of times as you passed him in the halls, but he was a completely different person around his friends. Kind and compassionate under the surface, but he had that certain teenage angst that you didn’t mind. Slightly endearing, in a way.

Once the shock of seeing the little sister of Hawkins High’s star football player died down, you were mostly left to your own devices- no doubt they’d found a new rumour about somebody else to gossip about. Jason refused to take you to school any longer, and that suited you just fine. You enjoyed the short walk a few blocks away where the school bus always parked up to take everyone to school. Not that you took it, of course. Eddie was always waiting a little further along, his metal music at a respectable volume until you both took off and hit the road. It was you who would turn up the dial, relaxing back in your seat as you put your converse on the dashboard and nodded your head to the beat. Eddie’s hand would always be on your thigh as he drove, and you welcomed it. A small reminder that he was always there, and would continue to be.

It was a chilly Autumn day, and you nestled yourself further into the hoodie you’d stolen from Eddie - as if you could steal something that was gladly given - as you frowned at the pages of the book that had been resting on your lap for the past five minutes. “I still don’t get it,” you finally admitted, a sigh leaving your parted lips, words slightly muffled thanks to the strawberry sucker that Eddie always kept a stash of in the passenger door for you resting on your tongue.

A cigarette was slotted between his own, the window rolled down to blow smoke out of as he threw a quick glance over at you. “What’s confusing you, princess? Talk me through it.”

“So… You roll the twenty sided dice, and that tells you if you hit or not, right?” Poor Eddie had been trying to explain Dungeons and Dragons for months now. He’d been patient, but you’d ended up getting a little frustrated on not being ready yet. He’d invited you to play your first campaign; a Halloween themed dungeon that the others seemed stoked about. Talking about what kind of monsters that they might face, and already scheming up tactics to try and overcome them. You’d nodded along, and yes you were excited too, but… What if you got it all wrong, and you messed up the game? Hellfire campaigns were so important to Eddie. You didn’t want to rain on his parade by being a nuisance that he needed to hand hold through it when he was in his element. So he’d given you the battered copy of the player’s handbook, now perched on your thighs that you’d read back to front and barely had a handle on.

“That’s right,” he smiled, a plume of smoke drifting from his lips as he spoke. “And depending on what you roll, I’ll tell you if it’s a hit or miss.”

Your brows furrowed a little as you popped the candy from your mouth, tapping it against your lips in thought. “And if I hit, I roll those other dice you told me about?”

“You’ll be playing a fighter, which is pretty self explanatory. If I tell you that you hit it, swing your sword at ‘em, babe.”

That part was pretty self explanatory. But it was the little boxes that signified combat modifiers that got you. Still, you pressed on as you quirked a brow. “And then I pick up one of those ten sided dice and roll it for the number, right?”

His grin widened as he ran his hand along your thigh, slightly chilled from the cold air that made you slightly shiver. Though you couldn’t completely blame the weather for it, not when he gently squeezed the uppermost flesh. “You got it. See? Gonna be a natural. You’ll pick it up real quick once you start, you’ll see. Besides, Henderson has designated himself dungeon babysitter for your first time.”

You playfully scowled, snapping the book closed and settling it beside you as you picked up his hand to interlace your fingers between his own. “I’m old enough to be his babysitter in real life. Sucks that I have to have one in this fantasy world.”

He clicked his tongue between his teeth as he took the final drag of his cigarette, bracing his knee against the wheel to use the hand that he was driving with to flick the butt out of the window. God forbid he let go of your hand, instead chancing a crash so he wouldn’t have to leave your grasp. “Ah yes, but Dustin the Serenader of Storms is a mighty bard, charged with proving his mettle by accompanying the Princess of Sabres through her first victory. May their gallant quest be swift, with treasures aplenty as their great reward.” He had slipped into his ‘Dungeon Master’ voice as he spoke, gesturing as much as he could with no free hands and making his voice boom through the van and over the background tunes of Anthrax.

You giggled as you popped your sucker back into your mouth, noticing how his eyes dipped down to watch you with a small dart of his tongue to wet his lips. You decided to play along as innocently as you could, rolling the stick between your fingers as you slightly hollowed your cheeks. That got him. You saw the confident demeanour slightly fade, replaced with a bob of his Adam’s apple and his eyes slightly widening. You looked at him through your lashes, leaning towards him as you tilted your head. “Will there be a very handsome prince waiting for me at the end of my quest?” you asked, your voice saccharine sweet.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he playfully shook his head and focused on the road. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You let the smile spread over your face as you settled back into your seat, loving that this new confidence that you’d slowly come to gain when one on one with Eddie. It massively helped that he practically revered you, in all aspects. You could still hear the praises that fell from his lips when he was buried inside you, whispered in the shell of your ear. It made you blush a little, squirming in your seat to try and dull the need. Looking over to Eddie, you noticed that he’d caught your change in demeanour. Confident to bashful in less than five seconds, and you knew he was amused. Judging by the fondness in his eyes, he liked it too.

Clearing his throat as he rolled the window up to try and let some heat back in for the last five minutes of your journey, you could tell he was thinking hard about something judging by the frequent tapping of the bands of his rings against the steering wheel. Not slow enough to be based on the tempo of the music, but just fast enough to let you know something was up. He gazed over to you again, an upturned corner of his mouth giving away a slight excitement. “Hey uh, pretty girl? You’re not grounded any more, right?”

You nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted together at the question that came out of the blue. “Technically it was up two days ago… Why?”

“You think you could convince someone to cover for you if you told your folks you were going for a sleepover?”

Your stomach flipped at the question. Small time rule breaking, you could handle. Hell, you’d done enough of it already. But this felt like a step up, and as much as it made you curious, it also made you apprehensive. “I… I could come up with something. Why, what’re you planning?”

“A surprise,” was his cryptic answer, that little mischievous smile that was often playing on his lips coming back full force. “Just clear your schedule for next weekend, ‘kay? Promise, you’re gonna love it.”

As much as you tried to get more clues to his surprise, he was being tight lipped about it. You tried to pay attention in class, you really did. But your mind was filled with half-baked theories and guesses; was he taking you out of town somewhere, so you needed the whole weekend? Was he going to let you stay at his trailer overnight? All you were sure of, was that you wanted desperately to find out.

You’d managed to concoct a scheme by the end of the day. You’d tell your parents you were staying over at a friend’s house, giving them Eddie’s trailer phone number in case they called to double check. They didn’t know Eddie’s voice, who would be playing the part of the fictional friend’s brother. It was a good thing that lying came second nature to your boyfriend when it came to authority figures, who’d managed to charm his way out of several situations over the years. Then again, it was unlikely they’d even call at all. The weekend Eddie had planned to spend with you, they were away on some sort of couple’s retreat. Pair that with Jason planning to throw a rager with his friends back at the house, he probably wouldn’t even notice you gone. It was a win-win situation, the stars aligning in your favour. All you had to do was count the days until next weekend.

…

Since you couldn’t get too dressed up at your own home, Eddie agreed to meet you at the trailer park so you could get changed. Trying to get dressed in his cramped bathroom was a bit of a chore, and a couple of times you had tripped over your own feet – leading to frantic knocking on the door and asking if you were okay – but you managed it well enough. You decided on a deep green plaid skirt that Eddie’s eyes always lingered on, paired with a beige turtle-neck sweater and black tights. Trying to do something with your hair ended in failure, so you ended up tying it back and clipping a small green bow to the top. For a second, you contemplated wearing the only heels you had, but decided on your trusty converse for comfort. Sweeping a small amount of makeup over your features, you took one final look in the mirror as you fussed with your hair.

It crossed your mind that you would be a stark contrast against Eddie’s own dress sense. Ripped jeans, chains and band shirts walking hand in hand with bows, soft knit sweaters and shimmery lip gloss. But that was something that you really liked. Knowing that out of the both of you, the one that was the softest, kindest and with the biggest heart wasn’t the one that people assumed. As you slipped out of the bathroom, you stood in the doorway of Eddie’s bedroom, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater as you bit the inside of your cheek. He hadn’t seen you yet, too busy fiddling with the tuning pegs of his guitar with a cigarette dangling from his lips to hear your soft footfalls. Long legs clad in torn denim sprawled over the bed, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration as he listened to the soft notes that each pluck of the string earned him. A part of you didn’t want to interrupt him; wanted to watch him like this for a little longer. Wanted to focus on his beauty, plush lips and soft rounded eyes.

It was a creaking when you shifted the weight on your feet that gave you away, his head snapping up to look at you. A lopsided grin spread across his features as he gently placed his guitar onto the bed beside him, getting up to his full height. “Well, don’t you look beautiful,” he cooed, taking the final deep drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ashtray and taking the last few steps towards you as he exhaled. A hand came up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, eyes flickering over your face as if he was taking in every detail. “Who you all dolled up for, hm?”

You giggled, swaying on the balls of your feet as you tilted your head. “Well, this really cute guy is taking me out on a date today,” you answered, happy to play along with the joke.

“Is he now?” he drawled, quirking an eyebrow as his hands came to rest on your waist. “Lucky guy.”

He finally caved, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he finally leaned down to capture your lips in his own. He tasted like the cigarette that still lingered on his lips, and you didn’t hate it. To taste it was to know that it was Eddie kissing you, and you craved that more than anything.

When you finally pulled away, you took his hands into your own, swaying them between the two of you. “Finally gonna tell me where we’re going?”

He hummed in thought for a second, biting his lip as he smirked. Finally he shook his head, letting go of one of your hands to pull you towards the door. “Think I’ll keep it under wraps until we get there, princess.”

You huffed in annoyance, but you couldn’t erase the lovesick grin on your face as you followed him towards the van. As always, he opened the passenger door for you, helping you in before closing it behind you. While you waited for him to jog around to the driver’s side, you noticed a small bag full of snacks and drinks in the space between your seats. When he climbed in, you gave him a questioning look. “We going on a road trip?”

“Sort of. We got a long drive ahead of us,” he explained, fiddling with the keys and putting them into the ignition. “Don’t worry, I made sure to get your favourites.”

Sure enough, the snacks and candy that you tended to get from the store were there, including your favourite soda and a couple of brightly coloured lollipops for good measure. Getting settled into your seat, you unwrapped a sucker and popped it into your mouth, nodding your head along to the music as you fiddled with Eddie’s rings, his hand as always on your thigh as he drove.

For a while, you engaged him in conversation to keep him occupied. Things like the latest rumours around school – was Donna Schofield actually pregnant? More to the fact, who’s damn business was it if she was? - and the latest plans that Eddie had for some new songs that Corroded Coffin could play. He was halfway through telling you that he’d finally nailed the lead guitar for I Wanna Be Somebody when you hummed softly in agreement, eyelids growing heavy as you curled up to get comfortable. It wasn’t your fault that you fell asleep; the heater of the van made you comfortably warm, and Eddie’s hand smoothing the nylon-clad skin of your thigh felt so pleasant.

You didn’t realise that you dozed off until you felt someone stroking the apple of your cheek, your name being softly called until you opened your eyes. Eddie’s smiling face came into view as you yawned, stretching out your muscles as you gave him a meek look. “Sorry for falling asleep on you baby,” you mumbled, trying to rub your eye without ruining your makeup. The blanket that was always kept in the back of Eddie’s van behind your seat was draped over your thighs, and you smiled at the thought that he must have struggled to grab it while still keeping an eye on the road, just so you’d be comfortable.

“Oh, how terrible of you,” he answered with a sarcastic drawl, leaning his forearm on the top of the steering wheel as he grinned. “Had to keep looking over and be reminded of how cute you are when you’re asleep. It was torture, truly.”

“Shut up,” you retorted, though you giggled as you playfully reached out to jab his shoulder. Looking around for the first time, your eyebrows furrow as you try to work out your location. It’s a parking lot, that much you know. A pretty big one, and not one that you recognise.

Eddie seems to pick up your curiosity, deciding to keep the suspense by saying nothing as he pulls the keys out of the ignition and pockets them. Like always, he gets out first, jogging over to the passenger side to open the door and help you out. Keeping a hold of your hand, he points to the distance behind you.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you’re looking at, breath catching in your throat. The imposing building stood tall, columns and many stairs guarding the entrance. On the stonework, you could only just make out the wording, but you knew exactly what it was without even having to read it. Shedd Aquarium. The place that you’ve always wanted to go, your parents refusing because it was ‘too far’. Eddie had travelled over state lines, all the way to Illiois, just because you’d mentioned that your dream date was a visit to an aquarium. Your heartbeat raced at the realisation, blooming in your chest as you turned back to face him with the biggest lovesick grin on your face. “Really?” you whimpered, eyes glassy with unshed tears of joy as you squeezed his hands.

He chuckled in affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead and nodding. “Really,” he echoed. “Told you I’d take my girl to her dream date, didn’t I?”

You’d believed him; of course you did. But to have it really happening… You squealed with joy as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck as you peppered his cheek in kisses. “You’re the best,” you giggled. “You know that?”

“I aim to please,” he laughed, gently prying you off him and taking your hand back into his own. “Come on, let’s get inside. Go and look at all the pretty fish ‘n shit.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked, babbling on about what types of sea life you were excited to see, and what you’d heard about the place, and how much you were excited for the gift shop afterwards. To Eddie’s credit, he nodded along as you spoke, swinging your joined hands and leading you towards the front door. He only parted from you for a second to pay for the tickets, handing you one as a keepsake, the other being gently slotted into his wallet. You were practically buzzing with excitement, pulling on his arm in the direction of the first tank.

He never stopped touching you, and you adored it. You were somewhere that nobody knew you; out of Hawkins, and away from judgemental eyes. You were like any other couple, his hand in yours as you pointed out whatever caught your eye, behind you with his arms looped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you marvelled at the beauties of nature. And so many times, your eyes drifted to look over at him, to look at his own beauty. The soft blue light made him look so ethereal, his eyes so soft and the upturned sides of his mouth as he focused on the scenes in front of him. Butterfly wings brushed against your stomach as you realised that he was yours. Eddie Munson had chose you, over so many other girls. He loved you, and you loved him with a matching ferocity. He had probably scrimped and saved, just to make you happy. It made your eyes sting with tears, a soft sniffle that slipped out of you making his head snap towards you.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he whispered, face etched with worry as he brushed calloused fingertips under your eye to catch the wetness that wasn’t yet there.

“Just so happy,” you managed to say, shaking your head as you held him closer. You took a deep inhale as you hid yourself inside his jacket, being enveloped by the scent of cigarettes and weed, the heady cologne he always wore and something that you couldn’t describe except it being ‘Eddie’. It was something that you sought out over and over; it was the scent that let you know that you were safe, and you were loved. “So happy, Eddie. You don’t even know.”

You felt his lips on the crown of your head, and his hand smoothing up and down your spine. “’M so happy too, pretty girl,” he cooed, letting you stay there for a few moments. Letting you bask in him, and to ground yourself as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You heard him gasp softly too, the hand on your back gently patting to get your attention. “Look, babe. Check out the size of that shark.”

You looked up and over, grinning as you marvelled at the creature. When you briefly looked up, you saw Eddie’s eyes wide with childlike wonder, and you swallowed a giggle as you tore your eyes away. You were overjoyed that he was having a good time, just as much as you.

You spent hours wandering the halls and tunnels, stopping to look at everything. Pointing out things you noticed with each other, reading the little placards on the sides of the enclosures aloud so the other could focus on looking. It didn’t pass you by that this was probably Eddie’s first time in a place like this too. You knew about his childhood, and how money was always hard to come by, love and affection just as difficult before he lived with Wayne. It was something you were both experiencing for the first time, and the memories of this would always be so dear to your heart for that very reason. It was a perfect day. If there was a Heaven, some sort of afterlife, you were sure this would be yours. Being bathed in an aquamarine glow, the love of your life by your side, holding your hand.

When you finally saw everything there was to be seen, you headed into the gift shop, overwhelmed by the choices that were on offer. Stationary, mugs, toys and stuffed animals of most of the creatures you’d seen. You were a little saddened that you didn’t have much money in your purse, only the very small amount that your allowance gave. Eddie had asked you to pick out a mug with him, a small smile gracing his features at your slight confusion. “Wayne collects them,” he explained, and you remembered just how many there were adorning the walls and various surfaces of the trailer living room. “Want to get one for him, from me to you.” Your heart warmed at the sentiment. Even though you hadn’t actually met the man yet, you guessed that Eddie had mentioned you to him. You both picked out a mug decorated with pretty fish, the name of the aquarium emblazoned on the front. You both agreed that it was the best of the lot, and your heartstrings were tugged at the thought of Eddie being so thoughtful. Even on a date, he thought of Wayne, his kindness and love for his Uncle evident in the action. God, you were a goner for this boy.

You were ready to leave empty handed, until Eddie dragged you towards the massive wall of stuffed animals. “Pick one,” he said with a smile, nodding his head towards them.

You shot him a sheepish look as you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater. “I can’t afford it,” you admitted, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

His eyebrows shot up, chuckling as he shook his head. “Wasn’t asking if you could. Wanna buy my girl somethin’ to remember the day by. Go on, have a look.” You were about to open your mouth to argue, to say it wasn’t necessary, but it was like he could read your mind. He furrowed his eyebrows, and you matched it. Your lips parted again, and he interrupted you with a playful noise. “Ah ah, sweetheart, it’s my treat. If you’re worried about bringing it home, you can keep it at my place.”

You finally conceded with the amusing thought of a plushie adorning your boyfriend’s head, letting out a giggle as you cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’d be okay with a toy fish in your bedroom? Wouldn’t that ruin your metalhead image?”

“Psht. Fuck that noise, I’d wear pink if it made you smile. Besides,” he shrugged with a mischievous look. “For your information, aquatic life is metal as fuck, I’ll have you know.”

“Is it now?” you chuckled.

“Absolutely. Now c’mon, pick one. I’m starving, and I know a great pizza place just down the road.”

Now he mentioned it, you were pretty hungry. Looking back to the wall of animals, you tilted your head and pursed your lips, little ‘hmm’s escaping you as you thought about what you wanted. You finally decided on a toy Manta ray – Partly because you thought they were adorable and you’d spent ages watching them glide around their tank, but also because you and Eddie both agreed to christen them ‘sea pancakes’. Never again would you use their actual term, you were sure of it.

“That one?” he asked when you picked out the cutest of the bunch, grinning when you held it tightly to your chest.

“This one,” you nodded. “Gonna call him Pancake.”

Eddie’s laughter was earnest, crinkles forming at his eyes from the action. Guiding you over to the kiosk to pay, you begrudgingly let your new little friend go so the employee could scan his tag, you snatching him back up as soon as he hit the counter. Eddie looked amused at your antics, handing over the cash before tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “Think you’re gonna be able to let Pancake go when you get back to mine? I’m a good babysitter, I swear.”

You smirked as you walked towards the exit, holding the ray plush with one arm so you could interlace your fingers with Eddie’s. “I trust you,” you said with a mock sincerity. “Just don’t feed him after midnight or let him smoke weed. And you gotta give him some head pats, alright? Don’t just ignore him.”

Eddie exaggerated a gasp, looking down at you with a face of shock. “You think I’d be capable of doing that to our child? Why sweetheart, I’m wounded.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “Nah, he’s in capable hands.”

“That he is,” he smirked. “Little fucker better not hog you for cuddles, though.”

You burst out in laughter, shaking your head as you bumped his arm with your own. “I promise, Munson. I’ll always let you have your full share of cuddle time.”

He looked pleased at that, and you caught the longing look of adoration in his eyes as he picked up your interlocked hands, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“Good.”

…

The weekend just gone had been one of the best in Eddie’s life. It was going to be up there with his Sixteenth birthday, when Wayne had presented him the keys to his van. Or the day he had managed to save up enough for Sweetheart the guitar, and had taken her home to practically spend the whole week playing his favourite songs.

He thought you had looked stunning when you were waiting for him in the archway of his bedroom door, wearing his favourite skirt and that little bashful look that you sometimes had. You looked stunning when you were bathed in a blue glow, the giddy grin never leaving your face as you cooed at the pretty sights of the aquarium. You looked so damn sexy when you spent the rest of the weekend at his trailer, wearing nothing but panties and one of his band shirts pretty much all the time. Looking so at home and comfortable that he couldn’t stop kissing you.

But now it was Sunday night, and he had dropped you off before your parents could get home. And as he locked the front door, he realised just how quiet it was without you.

His heart ached as the silence grew. He’d grown so used to laying on the couch with you, watching movie after movie and sharing a box of cheap pizza. He missed the way that you made coffee for the both of you in the morning, so careful to not wake up Wayne due to the fact that you were mindful of his nocturnal work routine. He hadn’t given him the mug yet, wanting both of you to be the ones to present it to him. He’d tried to get you two in a room together, he really did. But it just so happened that Wayne had errands to run, or needed more sleep than usual. Wayne already knew all about you, considering his Uncle knew something was up when his nephew was walking around “all chipper like.” And Wayne seemed happy that he was. Eddie just knew that the older man would love you, just like he did.

A long sigh left his parted lips as he trudged to his bedroom, not looking forward to having to spend the night on his own again. But his heart warmed when he saw the freshly made bed that you must have prepared while he was busy sorting out something with the van before you left, Pancake the manta ray placed between his pillows. Ever since he bought you the stuffed animal, you barely put it down. He had woken up a few times to the feeling of soft fur on his chest, looking down to see you fast asleep with it tucked in-between the two of you. He didn’t mind it at all; in fact, he thought it was really fucking adorable. And he was glad to have it around, a little memory of you, and a memory of that wonderful day in Illinois.

Flopping down onto the mattress, he couldn’t help but pick up the plushie, bringing it to his face for a deep inhale. Yep, it smelled of you. The scent of your sweet perfume that he yearned for when you weren’t around, now enveloped in the toy’s soft fabric.

It would be a secret that he fell asleep with the toy manta ray pressed to his nose, holding it close to keep a part of you around even when you weren’t there. You, he might tell one day. But to anyone else?

They could pry that fact out of his cold, dead hands.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x vans #eddie munson fluff

[miamigrandprix]

dts s4 e9-10

e9: -another 4433 episode frothing at the mouth for it -if lewis had said 'thats what you get when you dont leave the space' after silverstone could you IMAGINE the things christian horner would've said. but max can say it after running over lewis' head. i guess -anyway i NEED another max/lewis championship fight yall dont understand -'christian is a bit like a jack russell terrier who likes to snap at your heels' no one does reads like toto jfc kaldjfasjdfalksjdf -'i don't believe to be successful you need to be an asshole.' SUSIE I LOVE U MWAH -the way lewis's voice gets high pitched when hes passionate abt something i love him i'm putting him in my pocket -not dts giving michael masi a whole introduction one episode before he gets murdered by public opinion -the shots of jeddah at night are So Pretty i actually really do like this track -the way rb talk about max's ruined quali lap is how i talk abt logan's deleted quali lap in jeddah. btw -the way they use mick's crash to set up "oh theres a safety car all the cars are gonna bunch up now~ wonder if anyone will use this opportunity for new tires :)" just setting up all this information for us to know NOW. for no particular reason :) -not max complaining that the SAFETY CAR is going TOO SLOW hes such a BRAT -god i need to see this race. aus23 levels of chaos it seems -i'm sorry but rb being like 'idk why max is being investigated 🥺 hamilton's the one that drove into the back of HIM 🥺🥺' like omg like max didnt do this EXACT thing to daniel baku 2018. its a PATTERN babes -when will my mans win again :( i'm sad :(

e10: -havent even started but i'm gonna CRY watching this episode i swear i am so serious -i'm already just so stressed out. being a max AND lewis girlie is only for god's strongest soldiers fr -'they like all this drama, but when we actually start racing they dont like it' max is so REAL for this -lewis hamilton rainbow helmet u will always be famous 2 me 😍 -checo max underrated ship btw. that cockwarming fic abt them *chefs kiss* -music is just making my stress worse (phenomenal) -part of me wishes i spent this winter break watching old races instead of watching dts, and this is a moment i'm really feeling it. i'm looking forward to at some point being able to watch this race and form my own opinions -( the end of the day i think regardless this result is never getting overturned and i'm at peace with that and i think other lewis girlies should work on that too~) -i will say. and maybe i'm missing something. i do understand the discourse abt only the lapped cars between max n lewis being allowed to unlap. BUT. if every car got to unlap themselves instead. would the result have been any different. how much does that particular detail matter. -ok now i'm just JEALOUS of u bitches who got to watch this live. i could've been there instead i was experiencing such intense trauma that i've forgotten most of 2021 (also i didnt know f1 existed) -OH I SAID I WAS GONNA CRY I KNEW I WAS GONNA CRY -i love lewis. i will always pick lewis over max. THAT BEING SAID -i watch this and i just feel relief. knowing the pressure he's been under his whole life from his father. for the first time in his life since he was little he gets to lift that pressure off his shoulders. i'm so happy for him. and like. you can TELL. how easier it is for him after this win. no matter the technicalities of this win, i find it impossible to be upset with all that context. i just feel overwhelmed with love

#violently unwell btw #dtsrewatch #she speaks

[fenharael]

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

The work day is finally over and Varré Rant Time is my reward. Thank you Little 😍

As always disclaimer that these are just my headcanons, they're not value statements on anyone else's headcanons...etc.

I haven't used a lot of my headcanons for him in any of my writing. I've been really slow lately and it's been difficult to write for long periods of time. I have some backstory headcanons for him as well, but I do want to write them in fic so I won't go super in depth:

I hc that the Sanguine Nobles are the ones that kidnapped the surgeons and so he just has this lingering fear and mistrust of them. I like to think he is jealous of their higher rank and privilege but uses their silence as a way to look down on them and make himself feel better. So in his head it might be like: "they unsettle me and could rip me apart BUT they're just assassins so really they're no more than fancy tools! Meanwhile I am Mohg's Specialist Little Boy"

I think he enjoys hurting people and that causes him some level of distress (at least it used too, canon Varré revels in it) and the dynasty gave him a way to make that experience holy and good.

I think his desire to cause pain and the pleasure he derives from causing it are at odds with some of the dynasty's principles (I think the dynasty itself is at odds with some of its principles but I wrote them that way so....) so he uses pain/masochism as a way to atone.

I think his pride and ego means he is someone who must always be in control and must always see themselves as above others they view as unworthy. I think the only people he shows genuine respect and subservience too are ones he thinks are truly more powerful than him- like Mohg. I think he is a person that needs to believe in the power and authority of another person to submit to their will. I think he is deeply lonely and isolated because of this as well.

I think he genuinely believes in Mohg's vision of love and at the same time has this lust for power. I'm not sure what power means to him exactly -canon or headcanon- but it could be another extension of his pride and his twisted ideas of love. Others loving you is power, maybe.

I like the idea that he's insanely jealous of Miquella to the point of hatred. I think it wouldn't be past him to sabotage Miquella somehow.

Regarding my hc's for him with the Tarnished- I think it started as a game for him but it turns into a genuine acceptance and trust. I think he's actually quite upset and hurt when you betray him but he's also is very VERY passionate about killing you? A man of contradictions.

I think he's straight up a sadist and gets off on it.

I like to think he was the son of some minor nobility and was sent to be educated in a Golden Order monastery to become part of the secular clergy. I think this would explain his more noble was of speech and his more "posh" accent that other noble characters use in ER, it also would explain his use of Catch Flame.

I like to think he was spoiled and haughty even when he was younger and always had the potential for bloodlust; but it's something he didn't really understand or that scared him so he pushed it away until it resurfaces during his time as a war surgeon.

Despite him being rather arrogant and condescending I like to think he genuinely had kindness in him. I think it came into conflict a lot with his general classism and prejudice though.

I like to think he was always drawn to medicine and wanted to be a Perfumer but that ends up not working out...

I love farmer Varré from the manga and really like the headcanon he gardens or likes flowers, I like to think while he was educated in the monastery he tended the rose bushes and it was his special interest.

I really think working as a doctor under the Golden Order and witnessing the horrors of The Shattering and the hypocrisy and weakness of the Two Fingers is what made him so jaded and cynical. I think once he may have really been devout but got radicalized and it's part of why he's so devoted to the dynasty.

#ask box #mrslittletall #varre tag #white mask varré

[golden--doodler]

I saw you in my inbox and must immediately go to yours 🥺 Gotta ask you who your favorite Belcher is AND your top 10 favourite side characters 🤌

Oh no, you gave me another hard one! I guess this is going to be another long one, hahaha, get ready.

As for who my favorite Belcher is, that is so tough, almost too tough for me to answer because that changes for me every day, and I love all of the Belchers for very different, specific reasons. Tbh, I relate to all of them on some level. However, if I HAVE to choose, I will choose two, because I am still that indecisive.

I have to go with Linda as one because of her endless optimism and her constant singing spouts, because who hasn't wanted to break out into song like her every once in a while? Honestly, her outros for the show are the best. The one for "Wharf Horse" Part One? COME ON. She is just THAT girl, and she knows it--she is hilarious, she's honestly quite pretty (gotta love her in that blue dress she wore in "An Indecent Thanksgiving Proposal") and when you have her affection, she's with you for life, and will go to the ends of the earth for you. She will literally help you hide the evidence of a murder and go on the run for you, she is THAT loyal. Like, seriously, she planned what she would do to help Bob if he ever murdered Teddy, oh my god. And even just her support for the smaller things, like helping Bob with his dream to run the restaurant (okay, maybe this doesn't count as SMALL, but still). She is ALWAYS there to help him have a little light in his life when he needs it. She's always down to have a little fun and spice things up--I mean, who else would come up with "sexy cooking" and a "strip tease" on Valentine's Day? She's so freaking giving, to the point where it's even a detriment to her, as seen in "Terminilator II: Terminals of Endearment", where she let her mom walk all over her because thought that's what she needs to do as their daughter, which is not the case (I'm really glad Bob got upset about this for her, but I really wish she'd actually seen how terrible her parents are). I love all of her little quirks, and she is totally someone I would want to marry or at the very least be friends with irl. I think my Bisexuality is showing with this one, haha.

My second Belcher whom I love will probably be a much less popular opinion. I almost chose Tina for this one, but honestly, I have to go with Gene. He's the Belcher kid who's the most similar to Linda, so I guess that makes sense. I do sorta get why he's not everyone's favorite, but I just can't help but have the biggest soft spot for this guy. His jokes/one-liners are consistently funny, and he always provides the best levity when a scene needs it ("Nature boner!"). Plus, I really relate to his adoration of music even though he's actually not even good at it. Also, just him questioning his love of music was just super interesting overall. But his being objectively not great at playing chords doesn't even matter, because of his sheer passion--and it's this passion that led him to create the BEST songs in the entire show. I mean, "Electric Love"? "Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl?" "Turkey, I Need You Beside Me?" You love to see it. These all came from his unadulterated love for music, and I think that's kind of beautiful. I also relate a lot to his love of food, especially during the episode "Diarrhea of a Poopy Kid", where "Turkey, I Need You Beside Me" came from. I mean, I'm the kind of person who pays extra close attention to expiration dates and would never eat expired food (one of my pet peeves is actually when people say expiration dates are a myth), but the fact that all he wanted throughout the episode was to enjoy some of his dad's cooking with his family together on Thanksgiving is just... yeah, I feel that. It's also just so wholesome. Speaking of wholesomeness, I don't know, Gene just feels a little wholesome to me. Besides Tina, he's the nicest of the kids, and usually, despite his non-sequiturs and jokes, he just wants to do right by people, especially people like his dad, which he outright says in "Best Burger". Just him wanting Bob to be proud of him and not see him as a screw-up is so 🥺

Okay, this is already super long, oh god. Onto my ten favorite side characters!

1.) Gonna start out with Sergeant Bosco. I recently watched a compilation of him and remembered how much I love this guy, he's just so freaking funny. I love how he's a cop who's super incompetent and still gets the job done somehow--he's terrible yet great at his job, which is amazing. Especially loved how he tried to give advice on how Linda should do speed-dating in "My Fuzzy Valentine", and then almost arrested Linda for stealing his gun. And just his entire role during "Bob Day Afternoon", trying to take the phone from a screaming Louise, pffffft.

2.) Gotta mention Nat the Limo Driver! Mainly because she's LGBTQ+ and that's wonderful, love that for her. She hasn't appeared that often at all, but the few appearances she's made have been pretty great. I loved seeing her try to win her ex-girlfriend back, and her being super nice and trying to help find that darn ring in the waterpark during "The Ring (But Not Scary)". Also just the fact that she casually was transporting a snake to the aforementioned ex-girlfriend is hilarious.

3.) Regular-Sized Rudy, my beloved! He's so precious all around, I love him and everything about him. I adore how he's such an antithesis of Louise, being pretty much everything one would expect a typical fourth-grader is like, with the added bonus of unfortunately having asthma. He probably only gets a point taken away from being obsessed with Chloe Barbash, but it's fineeeeeeeee. I find the fact that he's a child of divorce super interesting as well, I don't think it'll ever get super explored, but some more on that would be cool, specifically how it's affected him mentally. He's definitely the kind of friend that Louise needs. Also shoutout to his stuffed flounder, Pancake.

4.) I have to acknowledge Gayle Genarro, Linda's younger sister. We all know Gayle. We all love to hate Gayle. Okay, hate is probably too strong a word, but she is just such an enigma of a human being that I kind of love it. Every time she's used, she's so funny and completely freaking unhinged. Sometimes it's hard to believe she and Linda are sisters, and other times it makes perfect sense. I love her saying that Linda is her "best friend and mortal enemy" in "The Pumpkinening". Honestly, that might be my favorite episode she's in. Well, besides maybe "Topsy" or that episode where she helped get Louise a filling at the dentist (I think it's "The Kids Run Away"?). But I just really like her in "The Pumpkinening" because of how close she and Linda are shown to be, and how she admits to actually loving Linda at the end. It's surprisingly a super sweet moment for this otherwise crazy, but lovable character. Everything about her and Mr. Business is top tier.

5.) Zeke! I don't know, there's something about this boy that's really grown on me over time, I want to give him some appreciation. His way of talking and his voice are so recognizable, and I love it, and I can't really explain why? But yeah, if Tina can't get with Jimmy Jr., I might just vote for her and Zeke to be a thing. I think that ship is actually getting to me, but I don't know yet. Anyway, I think we should learn more about his family history because it actually sounds really complicated and sad, yet interesting? Gotta love how much he adores his grandma and step-mom, Cheryl, that's really sweet. And him eventually being the mad pooper for Tina in "Broadcast Wagstaff School News" was great. Ooh, and learning that he has a perfect palate in "Bob and Deliver" was also great.

6.) You gotta love Teddy. He's Teddy, everyone's favorite iconic handyman (side note, that commission you did of him and Teddiursa the Pokémon was so adorable and perfect)! I NEED to know the backstory of how he met Bob and Linda, and how he fell in love with Bob's burgers. And also how it's possible that he STILL thinks their last name is Burger. He and Kathleen are actually a very sweet couple, and he's just a very loving person in general. Like Linda, he's so loyal until the end and will do ANYTHING for Bob and his family and the restaurant, even if he does get on their nerves from time to time. However, it's all out of pure love and respect for the restaurant. He's just so genuinely invested in all their lives, it can get a little weird sometimes, but for the most part, it's wholesome as heck. Love how he also got invested in the whole storyline Linda made up for the raccoons in their alley. And how he stood up for Tina when he babysat them in that one episode.

7.) Mr. Fischoeder is just... what a guy. I just saw the new April Fool's Day episode, and it made me love him even more. He's always hilarious and iconic all around, I mean, how can you not appreciate him? He doesn't seem like a great person to have as your Landlord, but just as a person, he's great. His rivalry with Felix will always be a great staple of the show, and the way he was so chill about almost dying at Felix's hands in the two-part Season 4 finale is so great. How many times has Felix attempted murder on him for him to be so calm about it? Just his random ideas in general, like in "The Oeder Games" and "To Bob, or Not to Bob" are great, as well as his overall presence. I will always love his singing in "Topsy". His Christmas song about Bourbon is top-tier, as is his outro song about being put into a volcano after he's gone so he can stay around in some sort of way.

8.) Okay, fine, I want to acknowledge Mr. Frond, too. Is he a terrible guidance counselor? Well, yes. But is he hilarious? Also yes. That brief time he dated Gayle was so strange yet so entertaining. That one scene where he made that poor kid, Nicholas, admit his deepest darkest secret because he wanted people to say if the hurricane was caused by "something bad they did"?? Oh my lord. His interactions with Louise will always be gold, especially when that one exchange where he says "You're in trouble" and Louise tells him to "Drink more cranberry juice" (Not "Urine Trouble!" >:( ). Also, his entire role in the "My Butt Has a Fever" short is perfection in terms of comedy. Him getting THAT upset over the song only to end up with it stuck in his head too and humming it later? Yup.

9.) Ms. Labonz doesn't have the right to be so funny. Why is she so funny? God. I love how she's just done with everyone 24/7, especially the aforementioned Mr. Frond, and her role in "Touch of Eval(uations)" is actually really nice. I love her telling Louise that she knows Louise is smart and capable, and just needs to apply herself more, and it ending with her getting that brand new parking spot is actually pretty well deserved. Also, she is definitely a heavy smoker. Might want to get your lungs checked out, Ms. Labonz, no offense.

10.) Consider this last space a tie between Hugo Habercore and Jimmy Jr. I couldn't go through this list without Hugo, because even though he is terrible (come on, man, chill for a second, let the Belchers live their lives in peace), man is he funny. His role in the pilot episode "Human Flesh" is iconic in and of itself, his lines are so quotable there. I'm honestly super curious about how he met Linda, and what their relationship was like while it was still going on. I'm also curious about how he became a health inspector and how he met Ron. Is it weird that I almost want him and Ron to have something going on? It sounds so random, and it is, but I don't know, he just needs someone to be with to get over Linda and be a happier/better person, and I like their dynamic. He did have that girl he went on a blind date with in "Romancing the Beef", but she's never seen or mentioned again. As for Jimmy Jr., this was a tough call. There were so many people I wanted to mention but couldn't (I mean, the Pesto twins, Courtney, Jocelyn, Mort, MARSHMALLOW--I'm so sorry I didn't put you on the list, Marshmallow) but I decided to go with Jimmy Jr. Your appreciation for him is rubbing off on me. The guy definitely needs to get better at actually committing (he IS at his worse in "V For Valentine-Detta") and I don't know if I want him to be the one for Tina, I don't think he should, but I don't know, whenever he has a genuine interaction with Tina, it just... ah. It kinda gets to me. It makes me wish he were better so they could actually just be a couple. Lord knows Tina has been wanting him long enough. Seriously girl. But yeah, I love his dancing and his general weird-but-doesn't-care-what-others-think-of-him vibe. Like in the movie when he tried to get a chicken nugget in his mouth just so he could say he did it. That's peak comedy. I love his role whenever he's in an episode, especially in "What About Job?" when Tina made him the villain just because he refused to share gum with her--he also is just a very entertaining villain. I feel like he's so close to being someone who Tina could be with, but is never right there. Oh well.

Side note: Him asking Tina on a genuine frozen yogurt date in the April Fool's Day episode is actually so sweet, what the heck.

This got way too long oh no. I hope you're able to read all of this and get some enjoyment out of it! I tried to condense it but found I had way too many thoughts on these characters. I love them all so much. I probably forgot to mention a few things and made a few mistakes, but here it is.

#bobs burgers #linda belcher #gene belcher #side characters #thank you so so so much #this was so fun #these questions were so hard tho #i love everyone honestly #i made this answer way too long again #oh well #linda belcher being the best #side character love

[subrenaspade]

Deuce Spade x Reader (A Holiday of New Steps) Pt. 1

Photo and characters do not belong to me at all. This story however does belong to me and if you plan to do anything to it, all I ask is that you let me know.

A little background about the MC in my story so you're not all too lost. The MC used to suffer from androphobia (A fear of men), that has to do with some past trauma That I might go into more detail about later on if I decide to continue this story. The MC is also a Orphan losing her father at four, then her mother at fourteen, so there will be mention of family. The MC spent all her time in foster care, due to her mother being an orphan herself and her fathers family disowning him. 

Warning: suggestive situations, cursing, Maybe some angst (That's all I can think of right now). 

The reason I am making this story is because there is not enough Deuce, I can't help but sympathize with him, he is just so admirable in his own way and his charm.

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I smiled and sighed as I pushed the lid to my suitcase close. I heard Grim do the same thing, though he let out a strangled sound, struggling to close his. I walked over to him, curious about what he was packing for the holiday. I mean he didn't really need to pack clothes. 

“What are you packing?” I asked looking around his fuzzy body to the small suitcase. 

“What's it look like? It's my tuna!” He exclaimed, finally getting it to zip up. I tilted my head at his sentence. 

“I'm sure Ace can provide you with Tuna at his place.” I smiled at him. Grim looked at me with a pout.

“Hah! I’ll be lucky if he remembers to feed me!” Grim complained with a pout. I smiled, kneeling down to his eye level.

“I know you're upset you're not going with me, but I'm sure you're going to have fun. If I didn't trust Ace even a little bit you wouldn't be going with him.” I said as a pet his head. He seemed to lighten up, taking my words to heart. “Besides I'm nervous as it is. This is the first time meeting Mrs. Spade as Duece’s girlfriend.” I commented. That's right, Deuce and I have been dating for about three months. For this two week holiday I was to stay with him and his mother. 

“Why? You’ve met her already and she seems to really like you?” Grim asked, curious about my butterflies.

“Eh, it's a bit different. It's just something that comes with the territory of dating” I shrugged standing up and walking over to my jacket. I slipped the light brown jacket over my shoulders, sighing as I zipped it up. “I still can't believe I- the girl who had androphobia, would ever fall in love.” I muttered almost in a daze. 

“Yeah, and to think you would pick Deuce of all people!” Grim said, wrapping his scarf around his neck. “I mean talk about picking the bottom of the barrel!” He joked. I shot him a glare.

“He is a bit dense on some things, but he isn't a bottom barrel guy. He really is amazing in his own way.” I defend him, smiling at the thought of his smile and stride to better himself. Not many people would take the steps he has to become better for those around them. It was something that really drew me to him, admiring his passion as he put his heart and soul into everything he does. 

I picked up my suitcase and started out of my room and down the stairs to the living area. Grim and I both waved goodbye to the ghosts with a promise to bring back gifts. The weather was cool and brisk as we made our way to the hall of mirrors. Grim jumped onto my back as the crowds started to get a little thicker. Once inside we went over to a corner where the crowd had thinned out. I let out a sigh. It really was busy. 

“There is my lovely daughter!” I heard a voice in the crowd. I jumped at the sight of Crowely walking over in an outfit that reminded me of hawaii. He threw his arms around me making me gasp and try to pull away.

“CROWELY LET ME GO!!” I snapped as I tried to pry him off me. He rubbed his cheek against mine in an act of adoration.

“My dear princess~! Why dont you go on vacation with your sweet, generous, outstanding adoptive father~!” He tried to urge me. I rolled my eyes, finally getting enough strength to shove him off, much to his dismay. 

“Crowely, you know I already made up my mind!” I huffed. He gasped, throwing his hand to his heat as if I had just stabbed him.

“My dear daughter abandoning her loving and caring father for their holiday vacation.” He cried out (obviously fake tears to make me change my mind). 

“Crowely, you still have students to send home.” Professor Crewel scolded the head mage, making Crowely freeze, realizing he did have a football stadium of students to send back home. Though he looked reluctant to leave he ran off to do his job. I sighed and smiled at Divius.

“Thanks Uncle Crewel.” I smiled at him tiredly. He smiled back, making sure to ruffle my hair.

“Anytime pup. You made sure to pack the extra clothes I gave you right?” He asked. I smiled at him nodding.

“Though you really need to stop buying me clothes. It's too expensive and you're going to spoil me rotten.” I comment with a sheepish grin. He laughed.

“I think you're a little over due for spoiling. Besides, I like picking clothes out for you. Its a win-win for the both of us.” He said with a peaceful smile. His smile changed to one of stern seriousness in a second though. “As much as I respect your decisions as a adult, keep in mind the make smart choices.” He said, hinting at something that made me blush. I opened my mouth to inquire what he really meant, but he ruffled my hair again. “Also, if anything happens and you need any of the faculty, let us know. Ill be there to pick you up in no time.” He said, making sure I knew he was there for me. I smiled.

“Of course.” I said feeling grateful for the love and care he was showing me. 

“If you do though, call me, not Trien.” He added in a whisper, making me giggle. 

“Ill keep that in mind.” I nodded. He ruffled my hair one more time then started on his way to help herd students through the mirrors to their destination.

“Miss (Name).” I heard a voice call out. I turned my head to see Riddle and Trey walking towards Grim and I. I smiled and waved, earning one from both in return.

“Deuce said he was doing a few more things then he would be here soon.” Trey informed me, making me nod.

“Thank you Trey. You two are ready for a break?” I asked. Riddle sighed after I asked, making me look at him worried.

“Its fine.” He said when I looked at him with concern. “ Its not much of a break when your mother has you do at home assignments.” He sighed. I frowned. I know he loves his mother, but she always ran him ragged, even to the point of overblot not to long ago. His hurting broke my heart, making me wish that he would smile more. He narrowed his eyes at me, then reached up lightly flicking my forehead. I gasped and placed my hand where he flicked me. He let a gentle smile grace his lips. “I’ll be fine. I make sure to take breaks when she isnt looking now.” He said crossing his arms. I smiled at him gently, hoping my concern and support made it through to him.

“Yeah, holidays are when the bakery is the most chaotic.So Ill be working this whole break as well.” Trey sighed. He snapped his fingers as if remembering something, lifting up a little red box he had in his hand. He held it out, urging me to take it. Once i let him place it in my arms I took note of the weight. I tilted my head at him confused. “I know your nervous meeting Mrs. Spade as Deuces girlfriend, so I made something for you to use as a peace offering if need be.” Trey explained. I smiled as a warm feeling filled me. It was really sweet of him to consider my feelings of nervousness. 

“Trey, you always know how to make me feel more at ease… Thank you” I said, sending a grateful smile to him. A pink tint took control of his cheeks and he looked away, but still smiled.

“No problem, I was wanting to try this tart recipe anyways.” He tried to come up with an excuse. “A-Anyways we better get going. Have a good holiday (Name).” Trey said as he started to turn. Riddle nodded his head turning with Trey.

“You two as well.” I said waving at them as they vanished into the crowd. One by one our friends came by, bidding us farewell for the holiday. Even the Fish Mafia (Also known as the Octavinelle trio) came to wish us a happy holiday. Finally we were just waiting for Deuce and Ace. I leaned against the pillar, with a sigh. 

“Hey (Name), Grim!” I heard Ace call out. I snapped my head up, waving to the ginger. He stopped in front of us with a tired sigh. “Geezz, packing took forever.” Ace complained. I laughed at his dramatic expression. 

“Why didn't you pack last night?” I asked. He shrugged.

“Was going to but I passed out after getting my suitcase out.” Ace explained. I snorted at his blunt answer. 

“Of course you did.” I sighed. “Thank you again for taking care of Grim. I really owe you.” I bowed alittle. He gave me a smug grin, placing his hands on his hips. 

“No worries, just costing you a month's worth of snacks.” He said with a grin. I laughed nodding my head.

“Fair enough.” I commented, it was Crowelys money anyways.  

“I'm here!” I heard someone call out. I felt a smile tug at my lips at the voice. I looked over as Deuce rushed over to us. He was breathing heavily when he finally came to a stop in front of us. “Sorry, I was so nervous I could sleep, so I had a hard time waking up this morning.” He explained. I ginned, checked out, his outfit was disheveled, showing his rush. I shook my head as I reached out to fix the buttons on his jacket. I noticed a blush start to show as I slowly started to fix his messy attempt to close up his jacket. 

“No worries. I was nervous too.” I comforted him, giving him a smile. His blush grew darker, his smile showing how happy he really was. 

“Stop flirting with you too!” Grim gagged out. I stiffened up as a small blush started to warm my cheeks. Deuce started to steal the color red from Riddle, going stiff as well.

“Get a room!” Ace huffed. I scoffed.

“I wasn't flirting!” I defended, crossing my arms. I sighed, kneeling down, picking Grim up. “Ill miss you, I'll call you and Ace everyday.” I said, nuzzling into his furry head. I heard a hint of a purr and he nuzzled into me.

“Ya better. I wanna brag about how boring your holiday will be and how awesome mine will be.” He grumbled. He leaned in closer to my ear. “You're nervous for nothing, she would be crazy not to love you, henchman.” Grim whispered so the other two didn't hear. My eyes widened at the sweet attempt to make me feel more relaxed. I smiled as I tightened my grip on him, hearing him let out a bigger purr. 

“What did he say?” Ace asked, noticing my surprise. Grim looked at me pleadingly. I shrugged.

“Just that you're lucky to be in his presence for the holidays.” I answer, setting him down. He gave me a grateful look as he grabbed his little suitcase. 

“He is the lucky one to be in mine!” Ace countered. I laughed, reaching out giving him a little goodbye hug. He froze at the sudden contact, slowly wrapping his arms around me to give me a squeeze back. “This doesn't count as your payment.” He joked. I laughed, pulling away, giving him a wink.

“I tried.” I joked with him. His smile softened as he reached down to pick Grim up. 

“Well we are off. Don't have too much fun you two.” Ace said, waving at us as he started to walk away. Grim looked over his shoulder with almost a broken heart look on his face. It took all my might not to steal him from Ace and hold him longer. My heart broke as he and Ace vanished through the mirror. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand. I looked over to meet Deuces' concerned look.

“You okay?” He asked. I smiled, nodding my head.

“Yeah, it's just the first time I am going anywhere without Grim since coming to this world. It's a bit lonely.” I confessed. He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb in soothing circles. 

“You sure you don't want him to come?” Deuce asked. It was originally my idea to not bring Grim since he can be alot and I want to slowly introduce him to Mrs. Spade. It also would give me a chance to leave all my focus on the visit instead of babysitting Grim 24/7. I nodded, confident in my decision.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I don't want him to be too much for your mother.” I sighed, still feeling sad about parting ways. “Are you ready to go?” I asked with a wry smile. He nodded his head, leaning over giving me a kiss on the cheek. My cheeks heated up. I felt my chest tighten, kind of wishing he kissed my lips instead.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” He said, intertwine my fingers with his. He gently pulled me towards the mirror, (Ignoring Crowelys snide remark on us leaving together). Deuce made sure to wrap his arm around my waist to keep me from losing my balance. Once through to the other side, I was almost blinded at the bright lights of the sun shining. I rubbed my eyes that didn't get the chance to adjust to the change of brightness from the dark hall of mirrors. Once I got my eyes to adjust, I noticed our surroundings. We were in a train station, almost like one you would see in Japan. I looked around, noticing a huge city that was a pretty good distance from use. 

“You okay?” Deuce asked. I nodded.

“Yeah, Are we in the Queendom of Roses?” I asked, looking around. Deuce nodded.

“Yep, Welcome to the Queendom of Roses!” He said, squeezing my hand. His blue/green eyes sparkled with pride as he gave me a grin.

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[nickywhoisi]

Hi again everyone. I have returned, maybe just momentarily, to let you know where I’ve been.

I took a lot of time off for myself to have a “redo” of my life. How this went was that, from Aug 20, I finally felt like I was free, moreso than I had in my life, and that was the best starting point for me to choose that year as 1993, my birth year. I have, through all of this time including now, realize that I have ultimately been battling a giant war against life for the sake of keeping pure and keeping corrosion out. And I mean NIGHTMARISH LEVELS OF CORROSION. It’s so hard for me to put those exact experiences into a perfect pure-feeling term, but basically it’s been like that for a shockingly long time...and one of the things that was so corroded was my own past and childhood. I desired to have a “reset” wherein I got to control life and my timespan for a while, and devote it entirely to the keepsakes I have from those times. I was beginning again, starting over with my life just how I wanted, and I let myself be a little baby for a while, then transition each day to adolescence, teenhood and then adulthood. It was all finally at my own pace. Though even then, the rare times I had to step outside meant that it had to be the current year again for a while, and I still ran across what I now know to be corrosion confrontations, which were sometimes so bad, I had to switch a year, and let it pass until the next day where I would redo it as well. I’m just glad that this plan worked out and it all fit into september before the last few days of the month.

There was also two giantly damaging events that occurred on the 26th...a certain governmental event I couldn’t afford to miss and was getting so stressed about (because I haven’t been feeling more than I can handle of that), and this resulted in me believing I needed to protect my most precious keepsakes, among which, my art and my videogame collection. This was from MY ENTIRE LIFESPAN, including my reset! And all I did was park somewhere where I thought it was going to be safe and untouched. But it so happened to be a kindergarten with apparently a private parking rule that I didn’t know about (and sadly, that part of the corrosive error is on me because I didn’t think to take some time to ask if it was okay, I was just too worried about being on time (additionally, I am aggravated that if I were not left in such a precarious situation, I would not have been so stressed out and thus careless about where I parked!)), and by the time I had a free moment to think about it, I checked on what was going on with my chosen parking space...and I got the shocking news that this asian prick decided, also at the fault of the police ordering him to, to THROW OUT MY THINGS WITHOUT ONCE WAITING FOR ME TO BE PRESENT TO EXPLAIN MYSELF. I had to run out of breath to that place, only to be confronted by the guy who did the deed AND look at the abject horror and misery that my two makings; my very history of being alive, my two greatest and purest of life’s passions...were thrown into a giant garbage bin without an iota of care. Not even an understanding that these items were covered in MY NAME, showing it defacto belonged to me, and nobody had the right to make the decisions they did. And what was all the worse was that I had every right to be livid at the guy and chew him out for what corrosive display he wrought on my HISTORY, MY PROOF OF BEING ALIVE ON THIS HELL ROCK, but he seriously thought he had any right to bombard me with angry accusatory words and ideas, as if he was openly victim blaming me for something I could barely pay attention to over the sound of my own crippling depression...how could I not continuously explode when I had to cry while rifling through the garbage and make sure that I rescued all of my poor keepsakes that I NEVER ONCE WANTED OR WAS PREPARED TO SEE AMONGST GARBAGE WHERE NONE OF IT BELONGS, all the while having my suicidal levels of stress upset and discomfort pressured even more by this unfeeling demon ch*** who never had a shred of shame for what he did saying the most useless, unhelpful and distressing things, likely on purpose, which naturally made me want to swipe at him with a cardboard box lid JUST TO GET HIM TO SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME IN PEACE. But that is when he said the worst thing; you stop or I call the police. I was screaming myself hoarse, wailing in such impossible misery, all because he refused to stop causing coarse corrosive stress towards me, and he was actually de-existing me. What de-existing me means, is that he was actively trying to delegitimize EVERYTHING that was happening to me right there. His profound offenses horrified me as these would never stop coming from him. I feel that this is the type of homonid,,,this inhuman thing, this “flesh homunculus”...is the very thing that I will have to kill one day in order for such corrosions in life to permanently stop, as I want. I got all of my posessions back, but it can’t feel like a true victory until I see this creature gone, and all like it. Please don’t worry about what this means. It just basically means I’ve figured out how to get rid of the things weighing down on my mind for good.

Sadly, just another one of these things bled it’s way into ruining another event that was supposed to remain pure. Some user who I don’t know at all made a heinous reply about me being “such a manchild” over a post subject that I had done nothing more than say my piece on, state that I would not accept anyone trying to @ me over having what just seemed to be different from the crowd opinion, and leave it at that. I learned that on some monday, around the time I left to give myself that long-needed break, I was entirely treated like trash, only fueling yet more of what I have lately been feeling...rather, I should say I’ve been collapsing under the weight of. I already feel bad enough that there are sociopaths like this on the world who troll and are so good at trolling that I do feel very defaced and wounded by. What hurts me even worse than that though, is the timing in which this happened. The one precise moment where all that has happened is processed, or as well as it can, that nothing else is going on, and I thought I had a free chance to muster up the courage and retry from where I left off. I gave this place just one more chance, or at least see how all of my friends are doing, only to see there is proof that people on tumblr, or perhaps tumblr itself, is no longer the place I thought I could have to be safe and I am surrounded by corroded sorts who don’t want me here, as a poor damaged person on the side of purity. I was about to say that I’m a pure person, but that would not be so true. I just want to be good and clear in my soul, and the corrosions of all life, from sirens and sickening-acting people in real life, the fact that real life has so much badness going on that it’s all become besmirched, to here online where corrosion and policing seem to have concaved everything to the point where nowhere is good and pure enough to promise the level of safety and comfort that I need most. Even Gaia online, another legacy site that I frequented from my life’s history as well, suddenly proved on the 25th that it apparently hated me for having a pure connection with it and for some reason hates me for not wanting to support it’s bad practises with money. Apparently they really are the scum who did not pay or support their artists the way they should, and it shows now in the latest “game” they have going on now.

So it’s a real damn shame, but I have to maybe...just never come back here. Ever again. Not seriously anyway. I wanted to do so much more here though. I wanted to be able to be like all of you, my friends, and you amazing artists in the choo choo groop, or the ttte/rws fandom for those unfamiliar. And be like VoiceBoss/Coco, and all of the other cool batman fandom artists too. Just happily posting my art, getting to know everyone, never having anything bad happen that would lead to a confrontation. But someone who bypassed the way I was trying so hard to curate my experiences here made me face the fact that I need a place where not just anyone is able to throw me out of a good thing, by any means. So I must look elsewhere, as I said, for a truly safe, quiet bubble to call my own and to get every ounce of relief and healing relaxation that has been so unreasonably denied of me. This sucks royal.

I believe the last things I might want to take care of is reblogging everything I have in my likes, catching up with my pals, letting y’all know about stuff, having one last farewell party to this blog, and...if I can manage it, I may only post my art/links to where I will be posting art from now on. Cause the last thing I want to do is promise good things I’d share, and then never make do. I’m not perpetuating that cycle of abuse after being a victim of it, no fucking way gang

https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/86557536

#god the corrosion is what never ends #that's apparently what I was talking about then #but I can finally categorize this kind of crumbling stress...which is why I can finally colllect myself again #and now I'm leaving behind what I know is part of that whole mess #I've luckily been getting way better at recognizing red flags knowing what's wrong and cutting them out from my life #I'm upset that I am losing what feels like a pure dream here #that was just...being part of the cool kids and being able to know what it's like to be just like everyone else for once #but I am also glad to get rid of a source of bad trouble #let's face it I was making a lot of posts that just illustrated how upset and unfulfilled I was and not even here was being helpful #tumblr is indeed a hellsite but not the fun kind #I have yet to even see a fun kind for that matter #But...I still want to have a way to keep in touch with all of you #because Nick does not abandon their friends #just go to the above links and you can see where I'll be #I hate literally everyone else with a fury uncategorized by civilization but I love you all just as strongly #because you're part of the few whom are actually paying attention to me and being at all caring about me #I recognize that and I want to do my best to show that it's not a mistake to invest in me #it's just been absurdly hard to find the right platform for me :/ #please stay tuned for now! we're gonna have a post dump in a sec

[pxper-cranes]

Some thoughts on Monster High 2022

When I first Heard that Monster High was going to get a live action treatment I was really scared, and while the film is yet to even properly release, It seems that the negatives outweigh the positives. I mean as far as live action reboots have gone, we've all seen worse, but there's a lot so things to discuss.

Ok so starting off with the positives; The notion of getting canon non-binary Frankie Stein played by a non-binary actor is so slay I'm glad it gave us that at least. I feel like it is a really natural and interesting way to take the character, and any queer rep in monster high of all places is welcomed with open arms, now all we need is for Clawdeen and Draculaura to hold hands perhaps as well.

As far as the fashion is concerned, I'm less excited. Now while I'm not a fashion expert, I feel that the outfits chosen haven't been curated to the level they could have been. While they remain 'vaguely accurate' to each character's aesthetics, I feel as if more could have been done. For instance, drive up Frankie's chaotic academia look, mismatch socks and shoes, go thrifting, dive completely into the gothic lolita fashion for Draculaura, and maybe be a little bit less on the nose with Clawdeen, perhaps instead going for a leather jacket with a fur trim instead of that large bushy coat. outfits are important to a character, it can show how they strive to present themselves and can tell the audience what a character has access to and what they are equipped and prepared to handle, and so far the costuming looks rather cheap and not as natural as it could be, which could all be because of possible budget constraints

Something else I'm a bit gloomy about is the unavoidable lack of a lot of prominent fan favourite characters. Abbey and Clawd specifically come to mind as two I haven't seen yet and will be greatly missed, especially after their lack of appearance in the last monster high reboot. I know monster high has a lot of characters and this is just one movie, but its a bit upsetting that some favs wont make the cut.

And last concern, or perhaps just observation, is the cinematography and stage stuff. Now I am by no means an expert, and can bet money on this being because of budget constraints, but a lot of the clips I've seen so far make the movie look a lot more like a stage play/musical rather than a film. It looks like they're on a stage most of the time with minimal or cheap props and a lot of smoke machines, specifically in the 'Thee of us' number, which also seems to insinuate a decrease in musical quality from the animated films, at least in my opinion. personally I wouldn't have been opposed to this being a stage play if that would have been more applicable to the kinds of thing the people being the movie would be able to produce, which would alleviate many of my concerns.

But in the end, I'm just kinda glad to see the Monster High fandom alive and well, you guys really are troopers for sticking it out this long, and while I most likely wont follow the production for the new film or seek it out once it releases, I hope it gives a new generation the same kind of love it did to people like me when I was younger, and I comment the people behind the film for following in what I hope is for many of them a passion project.

Edit: Learned the directors a racist, which sucks. There's tons of info about all that on here under the monster high tags rn, alongside the controversy about the actors of Clawdeen and Cleo being more light skinned than their animated movie counterparts specifically, which sucks to see, especially in this fandom. I mean, monster high has tackled racism in media before, their whole thing is about unapologetically being yourself, even when other people don't like it, and for a series which is supposed to stand for marginalised groups like that failing to reach these standards is disappointing. I didn't bring it up in the original post, because A. I'm white myself, which means I am by no means the person to throw in two cents on issues such as this and B. there are many blogs by creators who are POC and who have the authority necessary to comment properly on this issue. But that's basically, all I hope, sorry this was such a long post out of nowhere.

#monster high #clawdeen wolf #frankie stein #draculaura #monster high 2022 #rambles

[ahundredtimesover]

Inevitable (05) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected/protected sex but be safe please!)

Chapter Word count: 7.5k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

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You’re met with silence on the other end of the phone as a response that you start to consider Jungkook having fainted or something. But you hear a long drawn out breath and sniffles instead, and you will yourself not to cry again. 

It’s been an emotional night, one you’ve been waiting for, and you wanted nothing more than to deliver the good news as soon as possible.

“That’s… that’s great, ___. Wow, uhm, he really said that? That he wishes I was his Papa? Like, it came from him? He drew me with you and him?” Jungkook asks, voice shaky. 

“And Mr. Choochoo,” you add.

“And Mr. Choochoo, of course,” he laughs.

“But yes, that’s what he said. He was shy about it, too but god, Jungkook, he looked so soft,” you huff, a smile on your face now as you recall how Jungwon looked earlier. 

“He saw me shocked, though, so he just smiled, said it was okay because he knows whoever his Papa is will find him soon,” you narrate, recalling how that caused you to ready Jungwon for bed immediately so that he doesn’t see you cry, which you did, silently, as you watched him fall asleep. 

“God, he’s so precious,” Jungkook cry-laughs. 

You bask in the sound of his voice, so tender and full of yearning. And you wish so badly you can see him right now, knowing how important this moment is for him. 

“I really wish I could take the train back home tonight,” he says, frustration in his voice. 

“You have a game in the morning, Jungkook. It’s okay. Just use it as inspiration. We’ll be here when you get back and we can tell him,” you affirm. 

The phone call goes on for another hour as you discuss how you’ll both tell Jungwon tomorrow. You go through different scripts, different scenarios, and possible reactions to make sure you’re ready. 

Even with Jungwon’s openness, he’s still just a kid; you can’t truly be certain how he’ll react and if he’ll understand. But you try to focus on the best case scenario and that’s him, taking it all in and accepting Jungkook, loving him the way his father loves him.

You fall asleep with Jungwon curled next to you, enveloped in your arms, in your love, the one you’ve given unconditionally the last five years as you nursed a broken heart and quelled the longing you’ve had for his father. 

You knew what you were doing that night when you walked out of Jungkook’s life. It wasn’t a goodbye, although you had to make it seem like it was; you felt that it was the only way he’d let you go. It wasn’t the same for you, though, because you knew that the moment you’d birth your child, you’d be seeing Jungkook every single day - a reminder of what your love can create, and what it can endure. And what you’ll continue to endure for the sake of your child.

It’s a big step, letting Jungwon know. The priority after would be making up for the lost time, the time that you denied them. You can’t say that you regret the decision you made all those years ago but you also can’t say that you’ll make it every single time; you’ll stand by it always, though. 

All that time, it at least comforted you that Jungkook was living out his dream, the one that mattered to him more than anything else, because his father mattered to him more than anyone else. He shined so bright in Jungkook’s eyes, and even with the short life that he lived, Jungkook’s father lived it passionately, courageously, fiercely, and with no regrets. 

It’s why Jungkook loved him with his whole heart. And it’s what you’ve always wanted your child to feel towards the man who deserves the world. You want Jungwon to always look up to his father with wide eyes and a beaming heart at the passionate, courageous, and loving man that he is, at the man with no regrets. 

If things get hard and you can trace it to the decision you made, you can shoulder that regret, you can live with it. As long as Jungkook doesn’t have to. You love him that much. You know now more than ever that you’ll love him always. 

**

It takes a while for Jungkook to step in your doorway as he takes deep breaths. You look at each other longer this time, as you share your first parent moment together - telling your son the truth. 

“He’s waiting for you,” you say to him. 

Jungkook nods and follows you to your living room where a Bears-jersey clad Jungwon is playing with a piano that his uncle Yoongi - whom he’s never actually met - gave him.

“Hey buddy, you watched my game?” Jungkook asks as he kneels in front of the little one, who timidly nods and proceeds to nibble on his lips.

He’s been quiet the whole day. Your son has this natural ability to feel with others, and you think he saw the melancholic look on your face the night before and probably mistook it for sadness. 

“You think I played well?” 

Jungwon nods again, avoiding the older man’s eyes.

Jungkook motions him to sit on the couch and you join Jungkook on the floor, eyes level with the little one.

“So, Mama told me you colored Mr. Choochoo yesterday at school. I’ve learned to really like Mr. Choochoo,” Jungkook says, picking up the elephant stuffed toy on the table. “Is it okay if I see it?”

Jungwon looks at his hands gripping each other on his lap, then shakes his head no.

You discussed this with Jungkook, how Jungwon would probably feel shy and nervous, maybe even guilty for wishing such a thing.

“Hmm, is it okay if you tell me how you colored Mr. Choochoo? And if you drew anything else? Mama told me it was really pretty.” 

The little one remains silent, eyes still not meeting yours nor Jungkook’s. 

“Hey sweetcheeks,” you try, gently lifting his chin up to look at you. “You might have thought Mama was sad last night, huh? You think I got upset after you showed me the drawing?”

He slightly nods. 

“I wasn’t upset, okay?” You reply softly. “I was actually very happy. I should have told you that I wasn’t sad at all. I should tell you next time what I really feel, I know that now.”

Jungwon finally looks at you and holds your gaze.

“Cookie is asking to see your drawing because I told him what you said,” and you hold his hands, as his eyes widen, to try and calm him down. “But he’s not sad about it, you see? Cookie was really happy too. And he hopes you can tell him what you told me.”

You and Jungkook let him have his time, let him process things in a way a soon-to-be 5 year old can. Even with this, you still want it to be on his terms, even if you may have led him there somehow.

Jungwon turns to his hands on his lap again, as if contemplating his next words.

“I said I wish Cookie was my Papa,” he whispers after some time; it’s so faint you could easily miss it. 

Next to you, Jungkook holds his breath.

“I really wish that too, buddy,” he finally says, lowering his head to meet Jungwon’s face. “But you know what? We don’t have to keep wishing anymore. Because you see…” He clears his throat and swallows hard, prompting Jungwon to look up at him.

“Buddy, I am your Papa, okay? I…” he continues, struggling with his words. “I… You… You don’t have to be scared about it because I’m here, Papa is here. And Papa loves you very much. The way Mama loves you.”

Jungwon looks at you, as if to get your confirmation. You nod at him, affirming him that it’s okay. It’s a very drawn out conversation. It’s torturous but you also know it’s necessary. 

“You’re my Papa?” 

“Yes, buddy, I am,” Jungkook smiles, the same time the tears stream down his face. “I am,” he whispers repeatedly, so softly, as if begging the little one to believe him.

Jungwon reaches out his tiny hand and wipes the tears off Jungkook’s cheek, a gentle smile slowly forming on the little one’s lips as his eyes get wider. Then he leans forward and wraps his little arms around his father’s neck. 

Jungkook is so shocked that it takes him a while to register what’s happening, and he hugs the boy back before it’s too late. Jungwon’s hugged him before but not like this, and this is definitely worth the wait.

“I have a Papa now,” he says, something you pick up, too in the silence that’s enveloping the three of you. At this, Jungkook hugs tightly and shuts his eyes to let more tears fall. 

He tries to steady his breath, careful not to be too hysterical because he wants to bask in this, he wants to savor this - savor his son call him Papa, savor his tiny body cling onto him, savor this feeling of holding the one person he never thought he could love with his whole heart because he didn’t think he’d even be able to create someone as precious as him. 

“Yes, Jungwon. You have me now, and I have you now, okay? And I love you so, so much,” Jungkook says, eyes still shut at the overwhelming feeling of joy and adoration. 

For years he didn’t even know that Jungwon existed. At the first sight of him next to you, Jungkook had this strange feeling of familiarity over someone he’s never met, but those eyes that shone as bright and as wide as his told him something, showed him something that was missing. 

The past months of getting to know his son just proved the connection that binds them together, the love that’s meant to exist not just by nature but by will. Jungkook has loved his son since he knew that Jungwon was his and it only made the desire for the truth stronger. This moment will stay with Jungkook for the rest of his life.

And you’re there to witness it all. 

By now, you’re standing by the couch, letting the two have their moment. You’ve let but one tear fall because you know that Jungwon’s attention will be brought to you once he sees you crying but you want it all on his father. You want them to have their time together, to let that undeniable connection grow and deepen even more.

Jungkook finally pulls away and looks at his son, who has glassy eyes and a shy smile like him. 

Jungwon jumps off the couch and scurries to the room, leaving a surprised Jungkook. But you know what your son is up to. Not long after, he runs out and hands Jungkook the artwork of his family - a very large Mr. Choochoo with him, you, and Jungkook.

“That’s you!” Jungwon declares, joyful disposition now back. 

“We’re matching, huh, buddy? You like it when we look like that?” Jungkook asks, sniffing his cries away.

“Yes! I want to look like you,” Jungwon says softly.

“You already look like me,” the older man giggles.

“I want like this,” the younger one states, pointing to the whole ensemble. 

They go back-and-forth and you laugh at them, heart warming at the thought that this will be a more common sight in your household now, as you know that Jungkook will want more of this to make sure that his son won’t feel neglected by him. 

Any other talk about schedules and what this new development would mean to both of you are conversations for another day, you decide. And you let this be for now.

**

The scent of beef stew wafts through your whole apartment and you pat yourself on the back for being able to make it as appetizing as this. You knew this had to be dinner tonight, whether things went well or not. 

The rice is cooking, the muffins look good in the oven, and the sound of father and son laughing is competing with the thrumming of your heart. 

It’s just been a few hours since you and Jungkook revealed the truth, with Jungwon’s reaction so much better than you expected. It might have caused Jungkook a bit of a heart attack but he’ll take anything as long as the little one accepts him. 

Since then, the pair has gone on to play a bit of music - with the older man on xylophone duty, and have storytelling, with Jungwon insisting that Jungkook will be the one to read him Lion King from now on because you definitely can’t make your voice as low as Mufasa’s. 

You got through two photo albums, too, with Jungkook insisting so he could at least feel like he hasn’t missed much. You were telling stories to the men, answering questions from them both. 

There was that first haircut, the first holiday, the first snow. There was that first stroll down the park, the first swing, the first trip to the beach. There were his first friends, his first day at daycare, then his first day at preschool. 

In most photos, there were your parents, your brother, your best friend - the constants in your life who have become constants in Jungwon’s, as well, who protected and loved him with their whole hearts, too. And Jungwon has loved them just the same. 

You knew there was always something missing, and for some reason, you believe that Jungwon knew that, too. 

He never asked to be spoiled by his uncles, never begged for their attention, never asked for more. Even if they were his usual babysitters on nights when you had to pull in more work hours, there was a connection but never the kind of attachment you’d expect from a little kid who probably wonders why he doesn’t have a father that he sees everyday. He clung to his uncles for love and support for as long as they were around.

But he would ask about Jungkook in his little ways, ever since he knew him as the man who fixed his toy airplane, who twirled him around and tossed him up and hugged him with every fall back to strong arms. 

He was never rowdy around Jungkook the way he’d be with Taehyung - who sometimes was more of the child than your son - or not as attentive the way he’d be with Namjoon, although even you’d be intimidated with your brother’s professor-tone of voice and disposition. 

With Jungkook, Jungwon was himself. Maybe it’s because they’re alike in many ways; maybe it’s because he sees someone who resembles him, laughs like him, enjoys the same things as him. Regardless, it’s like with Jungkook, Jungwon felt understood, seen. 

Each man’s love had been deliberate but because Jungkook had loved his son unconditionally since he knew, somehow you can’t help but think that Jungwon always felt that, too.

You think about all this as you watch both of them make figures out of clay, with Jungkook helping and molding whatever shape Jungwon asks him. They look so good together, so free, so full of love. 

Your lips begin to quiver as the emotions from last night and earlier today start to consume you, given that you’ve been holding them back for fear of upsetting Jungwon and taking away the moment of father and son.

Jungwon tells you everyday that he loves you, he’s a sweet kid like that. But you know that he’s also capable of loving another the same way, and that person is sitting next to him. He looks so happy, so content, so safe, like how he’s always been with you.

And Jungkook radiates with so much joy, too, with so much love and affection. He looks just as happy, as content, as safe. 

As Jungwon lifts up his finished product - a brown figure in white - and exclaims “Papa, I made you,” you lose it. 

You cover your mouth before anything comes out to muffle the sound but your wails spill right through, strangled cries and gasps for air filling the apartment now. 

Your one hand holds onto the end of the counter as the other one covers your mouth, an insufficient effort to not get the attention of either man just a few feet away. It’s uncontrollable now and you feel your face is soaking wet, eyes stinging from how tightly you’re trying to shut them. 

You’re still trying to hold it in until strong arms engulf you, and your face lands on a sturdy chest, the heart underneath it beating almost as fast as yours. 

“It’s okay, ___. Cry it out. It’s okay,” Jungkook says, his arms gripping you tighter, hands sliding up and down on your back. 

Your hand moves from your mouth to his chest, joining the other one, as they grip on his shirt and you cry, probably the hardest you have in a while.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take this all away from you, I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” you sob. 

“I kept him away from you for so long and I denied you all this,” you continue in between cries. “I denied you both this happiness, this love. Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

Your words are muffled as you shout it all on his chest, his shirt undoubtedly soaked by now. 

But he hears you, he hears everything, feels the beat of your heart and the desperation in your voice and the guilt in your words as you grip on his collar for dear life, as if doing so can heal the wounds that have marked you just the same. 

“It’s okay, ___. I forgive you. It’s okay,” he affirms.

He wonders if you had someone to hold you like this during the times you cried, or if you ever allowed yourself to be like this in front of others. 

Jungkook wishes that he could have, that he was there for you; maybe you wouldn’t be crying so hard if he was. You wouldn’t have had to carry all this burden by yourself if that was the case. 

He remains like this, letting his heat give you the warmth you need, with hope that it could be enough to ease all the pain and worry from before, during the times you were alone, or felt alone.

He continues massaging your back, his lips leaving pecks on the top of your head as if you can feel them, but he does it anyway. He does what he used to do to comfort you, hoping it would work because he never had to do this while you were sobbing, because you never really did that with him. He knew what to do when you were stressed or frustrated or flustered, exactly like this. 

He doesn’t know what to do when you cry.

Your breath starts to steady, your tears not waterfalling as they were just earlier, and you slowly pull yourself away. Jungkook lingers though, his hands still on your arms, caressing them. 

You’re startled as you see wide eyes staring up at you, a frown now spreading across Jungwon’s face. This is why you didn’t wanna cry, not right now at least. 

“Mama?” He calls out.

You carry him because it’s been a mother-and-son thing to comfort each other when one is sad, as such emotion is something you’ve learned to easily share with each other. 

“Hey, sweetcheeks,” you say, as you try to wipe off your tears from your face even if new ones fall right after. 

He runs his little hands through your tear-stained face, as if they can do more than your big ones but you giggle at the act anyway. 

“It’s okay, Mama. I love you, Mama.” 

You hug him this time, and you hug him tightly. 

Jungkook weakens at the sight, as if he could cry again at this moment. You sounded so hurt crying on his chest earlier and now you look so vulnerable, so scared, things he’d rarely seen you be. But you look so soft, so tender, as you envelope your son in an embrace. 

He wants to do that with you too, with both of you. He wants to remove the damp hair that’s stuck on your forehead away, tuck it behind your ear and wipe the tears that continue to fall. But he holds himself back, afraid to undo the progress between the both of you. 

Jungwon pulls away and starts to kiss your cheek, the way he always would. You love this part because you’re reminded of just how much of an affectionate and loving little boy he is, and you can’t help but feel comforted and safe. 

“Mama stops crying when I kiss her,” Jungwon turns to Jungkook and reaches out his hand, which the older man takes and he’s pulled closer to you both. 

“Papa, you should kiss her, too so she stops crying,” he says, pulling Jungkook nearer.

You laugh at this to mask the nervousness you’re feeling, thankful that your warm cheeks can hide how flushed you now are because of your son’s proposition. 

Not wanting to disappoint his son - and more, definitely more - Jungkook removes the damp hair from your face, tucks it behind your ear then kisses your forehead. 

It’s not much but he lets it linger. He wants to let you know through this the words he’s not ready to say, to give you the comfort he wishes he got to give before. 

You close your eyes and just this once, you let yourself feel it, feel his lips on your skin again, feel the words he doesn’t say. 

Jungkook looks at you with so much affection, and then he giggles, then you giggle, and Jungwon wraps his arms around your neck and whines that he’s hungry. 

It’s so intimate, so real. And you can’t help but feel something for the first time in a long time. 

You feel complete.

**

“Mama, look! Is it nice?” Jungwon asks, as he turns to you sporting an Ironman helmet. 

This is the third one he’s tried and you just know he has his tiny smile on behind it. His voice is muffled but you make out the words.

“Yes, bug. But it looks big, maybe look for another one?” You respond.

“He’ll grow into it, it’s the only kids’ size they have,” Jungkook counters, as he helps Jungwon remove the thing on his head and the little one scurries to the next shelf. “It’s the one with the most features and sound effects.”

“What does he need more features for? The lights are fine,” you argue.

“For combat, ___. We need features for combat,” Jungkook deadpans.

You roll your eyes because he’s taking this whole shopping thing too seriously. 

After the other week’s momentous occasion, which called for a celebratory lunch with all your friends - including Yoongi and Hoseok who finally got to meet the little one, albeit briefly since they’re new faces - it has been a smooth transition for Jungkook and Jungwon, who all of a sudden have a handshake and secret language of their own. It’s adorable though, the way they whisper and laugh like they’re in their own little world. 

You’re currently in a store that houses the best collection of Ironman merchandise - according to Jungkook, who’s apparently done his research - and Jungwon came in looking like he’d entered some wardrobe to Narnia but his face had been the cutest it’s ever been and you take it. 

You’ve never been here before because of the intimidating size of the place and you always wanted to limit the toys you’d get for Jungwon; he has enough people spoiling him with those, except maybe your brother who’s taken to giving the little one books and plants instead, because, well, it’s Namjoon. You’re thankful for those, though.

“Do you think the material of this beach towel is as water absorbent as it says it is? Or should I just get this other one instead? But the print isn’t as nice,” Jungkook asks, and you scowl at him because “really, an Ironman beach towel?” 

“That’s not necessary, Jungkook, and you said you wouldn’t spoil him.”

“I said I wouldn’t spoil him right away, and it’s been two weeks so I think it’s okay. Plus, look at him. He looks so excited and in awe with everything that’s in here.”

“Which is why I never brought him here but someone was being a baby about it,” you glare at him, recalling how earlier in the day, Jungkook was pouting at you and repeating ‘please’ like a mantra for you to agree with coming here so he could buy Jungwon more Ironman toys. 

“I couldn’t resist that face,” he shares.

“Exactly. That’s why I don’t give him an opening,” you say. “But really though, watch him explore and inspect but he’ll only get 3 items max.”

“But he said he liked the car, and the remote-controlled figure, and the one with the combat pack, and the motion-activated repulsors, and the arc reactor…”

You stand with your arms crossed, a knowing look on your face. “Did he say that or you asked?”

“Well, he agreed…”

And it’s taking so much of you not to pinch the cheeks of this grown man who’s been caught in a little lie. Jungkook looks so adorable, the look on his face is exactly how you remember it to be whenever he’d been in a toy store or a baseball store.

“Of course he would. Because you probably looked so excited,” you laugh. “I told you how he is, he doesn’t like turning people down. Plus, he probably wanted to impress you, too, by liking everything you like.”

Jungkook nods in agreement, knowing how his son is. Even with his shy nature, he’s probably the type to quietly sit next to a kid who doesn’t have friends or share his snacks with someone who doesn’t have much. 

Jungkook smiles at this, a bit of worry that the little one may be taken advantage of but perhaps teaching him to stand up for himself is a better problem to have. 

You both watch Jungwon pick up a few things, inspect them, then return them on the shelf.

“You know he’d be wanting that growing up, right? Getting his old man’s approval, bonding with you like that?” You ask Jungkook as you both walk towards where Jungwon is. 

You don’t have to say anything more and what that would imply because Jungkook knows. He’d thought about this a lot, how as much as he wants Jungwon to like the same things he does, he wouldn’t want to impose, wouldn’t want the kid to grow up thinking he has to constantly get approval from his old man. 

Jungkook knows what that’s like, and much as he loves his own father, he knows that it was deliberate, too, making him fall in love with baseball. 

“Okay, buddy,” Jungkook asks as he kneels down next to Jungwon. “So, you still have some toys at home so why don’t we pick just a few things, alright? Maybe around 4?”

You giggle next to them because Jungkook would always push it.

Jungwon nods and looks at the shopping cart shyly. 

“I like everything in this whole store so go get what you want, okay?” Jungkook claims after you nudge him. 

The little one smiles and runs to another aisle, with you and Jungkook on his tail. Jungwon ends up choosing a plush toy, a simpler pair of repulsor gloves, an electronic watch, and the helmet that Jungkook said had more features, which is the only one that was retained from the initial choices. 

“Yes, okay. I’ll do better next time,” Jungkook laughs, and his heart melts at your cocked eyebrow and triumphant smile.

You all walk towards the counter, a skipping Jungwon in front of you, then you hear a loud gasp that causes even the little one to stop and turn towards his father.

Jungkook stops in front of the clothing section, mouth agape at a shirt that has an arc reactor on the chest, definitely a better option than the toy from earlier. His eyes are wide and you know he’s begging in his head for Jungwon to notice this.

But he doesn’t. The little one looks up and eyes a maroon shirt with a simple Ironman graphic on it instead. It's a kids’ size right next to an adult one, and Jungkook’s face falls a little before he smiles. 

“You like that, sweetcheeks?” You ask him, and Jungwon replies with a nod. 

“Okay, let’s get it then,” you smile.

“Can you and Papa get too?” He asks.

You laugh at this. “He’s really your kid,” you whisper to Jungkook, whose smile is so soft at the thought of his son wanting matching shirts. 

“Of course, buddy,” he says, looking for sizes for all three of you.

You resume your walk to the counter, with Jungkook mumbling that he also liked the “I love you 3000” shirt and was hoping that Jungwon would choose it.

“He won’t get it,” you respond. 

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never watched Endgame!” Jungkook asks in shock.

“I have, he hasn’t.”

“But that’s the best movie ever!” Jungkook exclaims. 

“You’ve seen him cry over Toy Story, Jungkook. How do you think he’ll be when he finds out what happens to his superhero? He’s not ready for that. I’m not ready for that! For all I know, you cried so how do you think he’s gonna react?”

“___, I cried in all Ironman movies, okay? Also, I sobbed in Endgame. Like, at the end and then pretty much the entire movie when I watched it again right after. By myself.”

You snort at this and shake your head at him, but you’re also not surprised. Jungkook’s the softest dork you know who’s definitely not afraid of showing emotions like that. It’s why you two worked so well together, and why you think co-parenting Jungwon wouldn’t be that hard, too. 

In fact, you know it’s going to be a lot of fun, if the past weeks are anything to go by, especially today. Jungkook has such a bright energy, a contrast to how he is on the field. 

Out there, he’s serious, intimidating, and pretty cocky, but that last bit you secretly love for how much of a turn on it is, not just because he has the skills to back it up but because he has this look where he knows he’s good and he’ll make sure the other person will know it, too. You’re not quite sure how Jungwon will take after his father in that way, but you also don’t mind. 

Part of the parenting discussion that you and Jungkook have been having include making sure that Jungwon finds his own self, identifies his own passions, and carves his own path. As parents, you’ll give him as many opportunities and experiences as possible, making sure that he feels loved and appreciated whatever he decides to be. 

You allow yourself this short moment to imagine what it would be like to do more than just co-parent, as Jungwon pulls your hand for him to hold as his other one holds Jungkook’s hand, too, as you walk out the store. 

He sways both his arms and there’s this new kind of glow to his face, a new kind of joy, something that’s more apparent when the three of you are together. You want to see this look on Jungwon everyday if possible, but that might be too much to ask. 

The little one tugs your arm and points to the cotton candy stand and you motion for him to tell his father, as you know that it will still take getting used to for Jungwon to ask Jungkook for things.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “Papa likes those, too.”

Jungwon takes your word for it and tugs Jungkook’s hand this time and points to the stand, causing the older man’s face to light up. 

You’re carrying the little one as he watches in awe at the way the puffy cloud is shaped into an adorable-looking pig. After a few minutes of admiring it, Jungkook takes a piece and feeds Jungwon, whose eyes close in delight at the taste. His arms are hanging from your neck as he leans closer to Jungkook who alternates feeding himself and his son.

“Not too much, bug,” you say softly. 

He nods and tells you to taste it and you shake your head because sweets aren't really your thing, but you eventually give in to Jungwon's sad face. 

“Papa, feed Mama, too!”

Jungkook notices your scandalized face, although it is just cotton candy, but he’s amused, and a little giddy, too. He knows this isn’t something worthy of rejecting your little boy over so he smiles at you before he feeds you with a small piece of the cloud-like treat.

You make a face and Jungwon laughs at you and you gush at how this whole thing is making him happy. He deserves all this and more.

That night, you and Jungkook tuck him in bed as the little one’s eyes’ droop at the sound of his father’s soft humming of a lullaby, a contented smile gracing his face. 

Jungkook kisses the little one’s forehead and caresses his cheek. “I love you so much, buddy,” he says, and just like Jungwon earlier today, there’s a glow, a new kind of joy on Jungkook’s face. It fits him well, and he looks even more beautiful like this. 

He lingers next to Jungwon and the way he looks just makes you happy, hopeful. You’re collecting moments. You think for now, this is all you can do.

**

It’s been a bad day.

No, scratch that. It’s been a terrible day.

You’d just spent the whole morning arguing with building owners and your head is about to explode. What’s worse is you couldn’t even show exactly how angry you were because Jungwon is with you, and he can’t see his Mama fight people. You also can’t express just how frustrated you are because again, Jungwon is with you and he can’t hear his Mama curse and scream at the world.

Perhaps things have been too good lately. The past couple of weeks have been filled with more outdoor dates, movies and activities at your apartment, baseball games, bonding with the rest of the guys with Jungwon taking a liking to them, especially Hoseok who risks breaking his bones just to hear the little one laugh, and video calls when Jungkook has away games. 

You’re less stressed at work because you can actually focus, since there’s a Jungkook to pick Jungwon up from daycare or look after him when you need to pull an all-nighter.

Perhaps this is the universe’s way of balancing things out because this isn’t the situation you were really hoping for.

Jin opens the door to his loft, the venue of today’s gathering because you’re doing taste tests for his new restaurant. It’s something you’re happy about because at least, you have your friends’ voices of reason for times like this. 

Jungkook notices your agitated face and approaches you. You immediately give Jungwon to him, who smoothly moves from your arms to his father’s, and you stay by the window to try to get yourself together.

Your friends know to leave you be when you’re in distress and Jungkook keeps an eye on you. It’s when you grip your necklace - the moon and stars one that he gave you when you were together - and take deep breaths that he leaves Jungwon with his uncles, and walks over to you. Those had always been your tell.

Calming you down used to be his expertise. He’s not sure about now but you’ve been on such good terms that he thinks it’s worth a try.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks, voice laced with worry.

“I…” You start, checking on Jungwon first before you say anything.

“He’s okay, Hoseok and Jimin are playing with him,” Jungkook says.

You move towards where the rest of the guys are and release a long breath.

“So, apparently the apartment we’re supposed to move into in two weeks has mold and the idiot of a building owner insists that it’s okay like that shit’s fine and like I don’t have a kid.” You huff.

“And he won’t give us the corner unit because it’s reserved for when he needs a place for his mistress and he offered the one in the 7th floor! I have a child! And there’s no elevator there!” You exclaim

“And your current apartment?” Yoongi finally asks after a while, everyone else just watching you unload. 

“My lease ends this month and that other idiot of a building owner won’t let me extend it until I find a new place because he says someone’s moving in. I’m friends with his daughter. She said no one’s moving in. He’s just lying because he hates me,” you pant.

“Why does he hate you?” Jungkook asks, tone bitter.

“He’s a grumpy man who, in the very rare times that Jungwon threw tantrums, decided he dislikes little kids.”

“His own probably hates him, since his daughter is ratting him out,” Yoongi says.

“Well, I may have also paid my rent late but like, just thrice in the past year and he just doesn’t have any form of compassion for this hardworking mother who has the sweetest child in the world,” you pout, and Jungkook giggles to himself because you’d never been this dramatic, although the situation does call for a bit of that.

“I’m sure you’ll find another place,” Yoongi offers, like it’s that simple.

“That apartment was in the best location. I was lucky to have even found one there that I could afford, so it’ll take time,” you explain, shoulders sagging now, as if in defeat. “It’s close to the kindergarten that Jungwon is enrolled in for next month and the primary school we plan to enroll him in next year.”

We. Jungkook smiles at this. You’ve been saying that a lot lately. 

“And it’s in a nice district, too, and it’s safe and it has parks nearby. Ugh, stupid assholes had to ruin it for us. And it’s Jungwon’s birthday soon and I was really hoping to be settled by then,” you continue, eyebrows scrunched in frustration.

It’s silent for a while with everyone just staring at you, as if the answer is literally in front of you. 

“So in short, you’ll be homeless in 2 weeks and you need a place to stay,” Yoongi clarifies.

“Yes… well that’s oversimplified but—“

“You do know that you have a whole ass baby daddy here who’s very capable and hoping to—“ Jin grunts, interrupted by a painful elbow to his gut, with Jungkook glaring at him. 

He faces you and smiles, a complete 180 from how he was just with Jin.

“What he actually means is that my apartment is near Jungwon’s school. I have spare bedrooms you can use. It has amenities and parks nearby, and it’s safe,” he says calmly.

Jungkook’s actually nervous about how you’ll take the suggestion. When Jin mentioned having you and Jungwon move in, Jungkook hasn’t stopped thinking about it ever since. He’s glad for the opening, as he wouldn’t know how to bring it up without scaring you away.

“You’re asking me, I mean us, to move in with you? I mean, for now?” You ask nervously. 

“Sure, why not? I mean, if it’s okay with you. It’s practical, you won’t have to worry about anything, and… it’d be nice to come home to, you know…” He clears his throat. “It’d be nice to get to see Jungwon everyday.”

You don’t miss your friends’ looks of agreement; even Namjoon has a soft smile on. 

You still, suddenly nervous at the thought of living with Jungkook, even if you convince yourself that should you agree, it’s just temporary because you still intend to find a place on your own. Your co-parenting discussions with him were always based on the premise of living separately so you don’t think you should stray from that initial plan. 

The guys notice your nervousness and decide to move to the other side of the room to give you and Jungkook some privacy.

You take this time to think about it. While you fear for your heart that would probably flutter and sigh at the thought of seeing your ex-boyfriend everyday, you also know you don’t have that many options.

“I’m not agreeing right now but are you sure you’re okay with that?” You ask Jungkook as he stands in front of you, your eyes anxious to meet his. 

You know it’s a silly question but you need to hear it again, you need to know that it’s something he wants, too. It seems like a practical step but it’s still a big one. More than that, though, you know it would be good for father and son to spend everyday together, and you don’t want to get in between that.

Jungkook senses this and this version of you is someone he knows how to deal with.

“Yes, I am sure. I would very much like for you and Jungwon to stay with me. I think it’ll be easier for all of us. While you, uh, look for—“

“Another place to stay, yes,” you finish. You look at him nervously. 

There’s more you want to say, like things are getting hard and you need more than just to help with Jungwon, you need him. You want to say, too, that the past weeks have been great but it’s also been difficult trying to control your feelings for him, ones you’re sure that never really went away. You want to tell him that you miss his hugs, his kisses, his warmth; you miss his love. 

“Yeah, of course,” he responds, looking away briefly. 

He hears your bated breaths, though, feels your anxiety from where he stands, and he wants nothing more than to ease your worries.

He turns his gaze on you and engulfs your hands in his, his warm touch sending shivers through you. It’s so familiar and something you’ve been yearning for. You return his look and will your heart to still. 

“You’re not alone in worrying about this, okay?” He says, grounding you. “There are options and we’ll figure this out together, and I don’t wanna pressure you but this is kind of a time-sensitive thing,” he smiles. 

“So I’ll be forward and tell you now that I prefer that you and Jungwon stay with me. For how long, I don’t care, we’ll figure that out, too. I just…” He continues. “I'd rather have you there with me. I want you both there with me. It’s much safer and practical.”

There’s no point in delaying it. Whatever the consequences of this arrangement would be, you and Jungkook will figure that out, too. At least you’ll do it together. So you nod your agreement. 

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, something you both now do when you say your goodbyes, due in part to the not-so-subtle prodding of your son. You know it’s also because Jungkook can tell that you’re stressed over this and just like before, he’s trying to tell you that it’s going to be okay, that you’re not alone in this anymore. 

You bask in Jungkook’s warmth, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist, not minding the snickers and knowing looks of your friends. 

It’s not long before you hear tiny footsteps approaching you and a tug on your shirt. You and Jungkook pull away from the hug and find a wide-eyed Jungwon looking up at you, a soft smile gracing his face. 

“I want a hug, too!” He states, arms raised.

Jungkook laughs and carries the little one in his left arm, with his right one pulling you closer, then settling it lightly on your waist. 

“You jealous, buddy?” Jungkook chuckles, earning a playful glare from you.

“I like it when Mama and Papa hug me,” Jungwon explains. 

“I know, sweetcheeks,” you say, taking a deep breath, knowing there’s no taking this back after. You take the risk, as you look at how Jungkook is looking tenderly at you and it’s giving you hope.

“Will you like it if Mama and Papa hug you everyday?” You ask. “Would you like it, too, if you see Papa everyday?”

The little one nods vigorously, and you and Jungkook laugh at this. 

“Okay, then you will.” You kiss his cheek and look at Jungkook, as if in agreement. “Let’s see Papa everyday, okay bug?”

Jungwon squeals and proceeds to kiss you and Jungkook on the cheeks, another moment that you know you’ll be getting a lot more of moving forward. 

“We’re doing this, huh?” Jungkook asks, as he puts the little one down who’s insisting that his uncles are waiting for him. 

“We are. Together, right?” You respond.

“Together.”

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[dumbfuck-mojave]

First Dates and A n x i e t y

(Some lines of dialogue in this are from this prompt post by @screnwriter, go have a look there’s a lot of good ones!!) 

Franchise: Scream

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Reader

Also Featured: Mentions of Sidney, Randy, Tatum, Billy and Stu. Maureen Prescott mention. 

Warnings: A very VERY obscure spoiler for Scream (2022), you probably won’t even notice it if you don’t know what I’m talking about by the time you’ve read through but I know some people don’t like wondering or realizing they got spoiled over some little detail so tread cautiously. Mentions of the events from the first Scream, survivor’s guilt and the grieving process. This is also hella awkward lol. Like one or two swears, mentions of vomit in one sentence. Reader and Dewey are on a diner date so food. Reader is Dewey’s age but nothing else is specified. 

A/N: Just to clarify, I tried very hard not to romanticize grief or the healing process in this. It’s an extremely hard thing to go through, and someone saying they love you isn’t going to magically fix it. I was trying to figure out how to not make this pro-cop but make it pro-Dewey. Cops scare the absolute fuck out of me but I trust Dewey with my life. I found him super hard to write for some reason, but I still like how this ending turned out. He’s my darling man 💖💖. I do the ~ shit in every fic of mine I think I’m making it my brand.

Word Count: 1,761

@novatheghostfaceapologist @thirsting4slashers​ gotta make sure to tag the Scream besties officially got a clique going

“Are you, um, are you having a good time?”

“Yes, Dewey. I am.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, you can tell me.” 

“Dewey.” You sighed, putting down your hamburger so you could grasp his hands, “You can never make me uncomfortable, ok? So stop thinking like that.” 

“If you say so-” Dewey looked away for a moment, then back towards you. He barely got his lips parted before you spoke up and beat him to it. 

“I’m sure. I’m unequivocally, definitely, certainly sure. Let’s go back to enjoying our meal.” You caught his eye and shot him a small smile, just to be sure he knew you weren’t actually mad or upset. 

The little diner was quiet, the few other customers than Dewey and yourself were scattered intermittently through the brightly colored room. A radio news station flowed softly from the overhead sound system, pairing with the soft conversations from patrons and the occasional clanging of dishes to make a cozy and welcoming atmosphere. But the most comforting part of everything was the man who sat in front of you, you just wished he could see it. 

You and Dewey had been vaguely familiar with each other your whole lives, having been in the same grade during school. After you had graduated and Dewey became a cop, you had only seen him a handful of times, not trying to agitate or get in trouble with the law. He was always so passionate and helpful, you weren’t surprised he chose that career path in your small, sleepy town. Everything was fine, you gave him a wave in the fleeting moments you saw him, feeling fuzziness in your chest as he would give you a wide smile in return. 

Everything was fine, everything was fine until it wasn’t. 

The news of Maureen’s death was a shockwave. Stuff like that didn’t happen in Woodsboro and the authorities had been left scrambling to calm the aftermath of the shell-shocking news. It was a new thing for everyone and the bruises and scars were still prominent in the town as time moved on. You remembered the day Dewey had come in to question you, Maureen having been a frequent at the store you worked at. He was fumbling and tinted red throughout the entire process and half of your energy had been spent trying to relax him. The other half was spent trying to relax yourself for being this close to him, alone, for the first time in years.

Inappropriate? Maybe. But it was all over and done with now.

 Then, you know, Ghostface. 

It was on a whole other level. Your heart already ached for Sidney enough when her mother died, but having your classmates and best friend brutally murdered by your boyfriend and other friend barely a year after was enough to break somebody and you tried to keep a close eye on her while still staying in your proper place. Tatum was a sweetheart, routinely coming in after school, Sidney and sometimes Randy in tow, and would spend hours looking through all the inventory. You worked at one of the fancier stores in town, a fashion boutique with a name most of the customers couldn’t pronounce. 

The store felt a little less lively now. 

Your heart hurt for Dewey too. He adored Tatum and Tatum adored him, no matter how much she poked fun in a way only siblings can. Dewey’s natural sunshine went away that day, overcast by clouds of grief and guilt for something he didn’t need to blame himself for. That was the first time you fully reached out since graduation day, not being forceful but just offering up a safe space to talk, and he accepted.

 You felt a little nervous getting close to him this way, in such a horrific circumstance, but the feeling of old nostalgia held a strong grip on you as you helped Dewey the best you could. He even, at one time, admitted shyly to you that he had been wanting to talk again for ages but could never find the words. After that, you became more clear with your concerns, hoping he would understand and not take offense or be upset. Of course, being the gentle and sweet man he was, assured you he wasn’t upset and understood you. A new form of conversation opened.

Which is why you felt comfortable saying yes when the Deputy of Woodsboro asked you out early one morning, quietly as you poured him a cup of coffee. 

“These fries are really good, I’ve never tried them in this style before.” Dewey spoke up, holding a seasoned crisp in the air for emphasis. 

“Aren’t they? I used to come here all the time when I was younger, the recipe has barely changed. I would even say they’ve improved them.” You cheekily winked at Dewey, and he chuckled. 

“I’m glad you recommended this place, I’m not so good with choosing things.” You could see him cringe then, looking away, “It’s starting to seem like I’m not good at dates in general.”

Your brow furrowed, “You’re doing just fine, Dewey. Just let it go, don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you or anything. I already know you and I already like you, you can’t change my mind with one date.”

You were hoping you would get a smile out of him with that, but you didn’t. You were struggling to, not wanting to say the wrong thing or act a certain way despite just telling Dewey to not worry about doing so. Just two awkward people, sitting in a diner, but it somehow didn’t feel awkward. You were broken out of your thoughts when you felt a warm hand settle on your own. 

“I’m scared.”

That…wasn’t what you were expecting, for some reason. 

“Why are you scared?”

Dewey inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh. The sigh of a broken man, and your frown deepened as the lines of his forehead did. 

“I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of who I’m going to lose next. I barely survived this one, what if it happens again? What if I lose you? Or Sidney or Randy? They’re just starting out in life, they haven’t even graduated yet, they shouldn’t have needed to go through this. I’m worried about me. I don’t want to be stuck being useless in some town not able to solve murders and watching more people die. I can’t focus on the present because I’m too worried about the future.”

He stammered to a stop, becoming aware of how loud he had gotten. His gaze darted around the room nervously. You took his face in your hands, watching how he relaxed from your warm touch immediately. 

“You’re... so brave, Dewey. I know it’s hard to not overthink past actions and mistakes, but what’s important is that you did your best. You always do your best, and I love you for it. I know I can’t make it all better, it won’t go away just like that, but I’m going to be there for you. You aren’t alone, there’s so many people who care and have so much respect for you. You’re amazing, you show me that every moment of every day. You’re strong and you can get through this, I know you can. There’s going to be bad days, bad weeks, but you have people you can rely on. You’re not a burden, you’re not useless, you’re Dewey Riley. Dewey Riley is incredible, he’s sweet and he’s helpful and he’s the man I’ve been in love with since 7th grade. So, please don’t think you’re nothing short of spectacular, or at least talk to someone about it. You don’t have to hold it in.” 

Dewey’s eyes welled with tears and he nodded. 

“I don’t know what else to say, but thank you.”

“You don’t need to say anything else.”

“We’re going to do this together?”

“Together, I’ll be with you until the stars fall and the tides disappear, you’re the one for me.”

You got your smile with that. 

“That was awfully poetic.”

You blushed, “I wrote a lot of poetry in 7th grade.”

“Ok, I definitely need to see that now.”

“No, you absolutely do not.”

“But I dooo~.” He cooed at you in a sing-song voice, and you thought you could never feel softer for this man. So light. So warm. 

Dewey moved a little towards the opening of the booth. 

“Can… I come sit next to you?” 

You giggled, moving further into the seat, “Of course, Deputy Riley. It would be my pleasure.”

Dewey smiled as he stood up, tumbling a bit before he caught himself. He must’ve seen you jump out of the corner of his eye because he was quick to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, kind of still getting used to the nerve damage, you know?”

He laughed and despite the unusual circumstances, you laughed too. 

He plopped down into the seat beside you, pulling over his almost empty basket as you scooted just a bit closer to him, so your arms were side by side. 

“So, I, uh, I heard Sidney and Randy stopped by looking for some clothes for graduation pictures.”

“Oh, yeah!” You perked up at that, but still made sure to replace your arms touching with your thigh pressed against his, “It was really good to see them. They were in there for a bit, Randy kept looking at bowties so we know what to expect from him at least.”

You both chuckled.

“That’s not bad. Nothing will ever top our graduation ceremony, I think.”

“Oh? The one where I fell on my ass going across the stage, the one where Robby Sinclair vomited right in front of that old lady in the first row because he was already so blasted from pre-gaming? The one where your shoe fell off as you were going down the stairs?”

As you recalled more and more things about that momentous day, Dewey stayed silent, staring at you fondly. 

“That is, in fact, the one I’m referring to.”

“Listen, I’m not saying we were the best class that school has ever had, but we were the best class that school has ever had. Go Panthers, am I right?”

“Go Panthers.”

“Do you remember that one time when-”

“You don’t mind if I kiss you, do you?”

You halt with a screech after that, looking over at him with wide eyes. But once your eyes meet his own, fond and warm like melted chocolate, you sigh and smile. 

“No, no. I don’t think I do.” 

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[atomicfilm]

INTJ pairings

I'll make this into a fun short "put you in my pocket and take you `to my mom's Thanksgiving party" version too.

I'm not an INTJ, but I do converse with them (and by them, I mean maybe 3 total and 1 regularly) and I've been asked to talk about my thoughts on this, so for tonight only, I'm giving myself a really cool sash that says I'm an authority on the subject. I also think as an INTP I run into somewhat similar issues with certain types.

* means I like this pairing.

Typically, the INTJ's golden pair is the ENFP. I think that works for some people, but is probably a kind of short-lasting passionate fling rather than the ideal pairing. ENFPs are great people, they're lots of fun to be around, they care a great deal. They bring out the INTJ's soft side, which they may hate but they secretly quite admire. But ultimately, ENFPs can be flaky. They see something new and exciting and they move on. Novelty is the greatest motivator in a lot of ENFPs. New friends, new places, new things to do. And while the INTJ may deeply admire that and may find it quite exciting, it's not going to last forever. Eventually, the INTJ will become tired of playing games and want to settle into their ideal lifestyle pursuing their carefully strategized goals and the ENFP will become bored. The INTJ I speak to and I have the same issue, which is that ENFPs by nature are manipulative. It can be used for the good of inspiring people and bringing them together, but it can also become quite selfish and unstable. This leads to the ENFP saying things like "You try to apply logic to everything" or "you don't really respect me" or something like that when in reality, if someone loves an INTJ they'll love that they apply logic to everything and they'll love their snarky edges.

INFPs. I have not heard a lot of feedback about them as I think INTJs tend to be drawn more to extraverts. But as someone who spends quite a lot of time with INFPs, I would imagine that a lot of INTJs who can't make it work with ENFPs can also not make it work with INFPs. Once again, INFPs are great at engaging our minds but they are terrible at accepting that we live by rationality. INTJs use Fi a little bit, so to some extent they'll have similar engagements with their emotional side, but INFPs live by thinking "what can I do to nurture myself" and INTJs live more by "how can I best mold the world to fit my vision of efficiency". You'll see the commonality of Fi at the worst point possible when the INTJ is breaking down. INFPs kind of never stop using Fi and as someone who is thinking-dominant, that is almost impossible for communication. Ultimately, they'll eventually hit a point where their love languages and ways of interactions may be so disparate that they feel neglected.

ENTPs **. This is a golden pair that I can kind of get behind. The INxJs I know are obsessed with ENTPs and tend to think they're quite attractive. They're not only gregarious (when they're not arguing) but they're also quite intellectually stimulating and since they have opposite functions from the INTJ, there is still quite a bit of difference to make it fun. There shouldn't be too many emotional issues, aside from the fact that both these types tend to bottle up their emotions and resent vulnerabilities. The ENTP will probably be the more caring of the two in a conventional sense, but I would think both would have similar love languages of caring both through action and thought. ENTPs also tend to not be quite as flaky as a lot of xNxPs are, but, I would rate both of these types as highly likely to ghost. My best advice is that if you want to be around ENTPs, pick one who can be honest about their real values and whose values align with yours. If they make a lot of bigoted jokes, take that at face value, no matter how "ironic" it is. ENTPs can be a little fake in the sense that they will blend in just enough and hide behind so-called irony to be friends with a lot of different people.

INTPs. I don't really see it. I think INTPs are lovely as an INTP who likes other INTPs. Likewise, I enjoy a good conversation and friendship with an INTJ. But I find it not only difficult to tolerate relationships but also being told what to do. I make every decision in a relationship as a compromise and I think that would eventually quite interfere with the INTJ's ambitions because I wouldn't back down on mine...at least, not without resentment. So perhaps an INTJ and INTP with similar life goals could work out romantically, but personally, I view them as platonic and the one time I liked an INTJ it ended beyond poorly. I don't bring out their softness and they don't bring out mine. We're more like buddies who complain about other people when we do the entire group project by ourselves. Of course, romantic preference is a preference.

ENTJs. When has it ever worked out for someone to date their sister-type? Name one time! If someone names one time I'll update this. I think an ENTJ and an INTJ would be quite an argumentative couple even if they were on the same side about everything. Then again, INTJs do admire extraversion and it is always nice to be around people you don't have to explain yourself to every sentence.

INFJs ****. Oh, I like this pairing. I have not heard much about it, but I think it would be really cute. INTJs are complete badasses. They're very "I'm going to take over the world and you're just going to have to deal with it. And if you say no I will secretly cry". INFJs are very "I'm going to do everything in my power to heal everyone and the world and I am probably crying because I saw a baby bunny". INFJs are The Best! They have the softness of ENFPs but they're logical and they use Ni like INTJs but have Fe, which means they are thinking about harmony 24/7 and not that Fi-version of harmony. That genuine "I will make sure everyone is cared for at no social benefit to me" kind of harmony. They do socialize with a lot of people, but INTJs sometimes like to be social and party, they just aren't typically regarded that way. Do Fe and Fi mix that well? Maybe not. But as an Fe user who is quite fond of INFJs, I think they could potentially be a very cute power couple with the INTJ and there would be fewer issues with communication than other types as Ni-doms (but this also might be boring at the same time).

ENFJs. Similar to INFJs. They might work together a little less simply because of the change in function positions.

ESFPs *. Do I know for sure that this is a good pairing? No! But gosh, do I like it. INTJs become ESFP-like when they're sad. So, you know, maybe the ESFP will draw out the worst version of the INTJ and that could really suck. But this is the perfect little theatre kid dates total nerd trope and I like that. ESFPs have the social circle that the INTJ desires and the INTJ has the "got their shit together" vibes that ESFPs, despite being quite talented and successful, may lack. They both have skills one another can benefit strongly from, but it may come at the cost of a lot of arguments. Not sure. But I think this is actually my personal favorite since they have near-opposite strengths but a common reason to respect one another.

ISFPs: Pft. Idk. This is not the same as ESFPs. ISFPs are lovely but they sort of fill the same niche that INFPs do. Perfect for an INTP like me, but I don't think INTJs are looking for the quiet, artsy, weirdo so much because they already often fill that niche to some extent, even if it's more technical. I've noticed that INxJs really want to be around people who are the life of the party and very socially dominant (and ISFPs can fulfill that role, but there are other types who win via extraversion). The ISFP will likewise appreciate a little practicality, but I've noticed they're more likely to gravitate towards other xxFPs. Probably a better friendship and as a relationship would take more effort.

ESTPs: I think this one comes with its own difficulties and will work less than ENTP/ESFP pairings. This is because while they can have the same charisma that ENTP and ESFPs have, they can also have that same fakeness as a defense mechanism. Both will value action but the ESTP will probably drain out the INTJ more than ENTPs will (who are more ambiverts) and more than ESFPs too. With ESFPs, there's a good amount of the right kind of opposites. INTJs are action-driven, but they're strategic and take a while. ESFPs are action-driven, but they're more spontaneous. And ultimately, that leads to a lot of arguments about how to get things done. Whereas, the ESFP and ENTP might give the INTJ complete room to "manage", the ESTP seems less likely to do so.

ISTPs: This would be so stale. INTJs tend to show big emotions (to their own despise) when they're upset and ISTPs love to ghost at any sign of emotion. They would dip so fast. Top-tier friendship on an intellectual level but never particularly deep and unlikely, albeit not impossible to evolve into a relationship. Same issues as with INTPs, there's going to be a lot of admiration and probably not a lot of emotional attachment. I have witnessed an INTJ have a crush on an ISTP but that ISTP had a crush on me so that tells you how that went. Messy business. 

ESTJ: Yeah, I guess. I don't like ESTJs as a general concept but I suppose INTJs aren't necessarily as opposed to capitalism and tradition. Sounds dry. Next.

ISTJ *: This is probably a really solid pairing for the INTJ. Very marriage material, have the same job, raise cool kids. But I think that sounds boring. So if you want the "perfect life", this is probably a good type for you but I couldn't do that. You would probably only have minor arguments and the INTJ would have to learn to trust that ISTJs are incredibly good at reading situations while the ISTJ would have to learn to love that the INTJ is more fantasy-oriented than they are. Odd, right? Ultimately, you have two people who can be very commitment-oriented, who care for people the same way, who want to fix society, who analyze everything. You just have two generally different ways of doing that, where the ISTJ is probably actually better at being in society and the INTJ wants to change it in more drastic ways (although, for moral reasons they both want to change it).

ISFJ: I don't imagine it working particularly well. I honestly can barely imagine it at all. An ISFJ is my best friend and he is THE MOST gentle buddy. You cannot make fun of him even playfully and keep the friendship. Probably a deal-breaker for a lot of INTJs as they tend to love a good tease. My ISFJ has dated an INTJ before and while they’re still friends, it was a bad experience to witness all around. INTJs are very competitive and ISFJs are very open with their affection so that ran into issues but also, the ISFJ is not as likely to stand up for itself in a way that INTJs easily respect, which is to say, when they do it it will be something like “hey, you hurt my feelings” and if you’re the kind of person to  respond “then you’re too sensitive” you’ve got a whole ass toxic relationship on your hands. 

ESFJ: I think this could work a little better than the ISFJ pairing and a little worse than with the ESFP. Of course, there are general grounds for arguing over emotion vs. logic, but both types can have quite a good bit of talent and practicality coexisting. ESFJs tend to be a little better with criticisms (although they are still sensitive and should be treated very gently too) and they're more likely to want to accomplish goals that the INTJ finds easier to respect. For a lot of ISFJs, their goals are sweet and simple like raising a family, working as a computer scientist. The ESFJ might be a little more oriented towards large goals similar to that of the ESFP, which is more of the category that INTJs tend to fall into. However, the INTJ is going to have to accept that ESFJs love a LOT which means throwing a LOT of parties, probably the most out of any type and its probably going to lead to some burnouts. 

Overall, INTJs are great but need to learn to practice kindness and put their natural tendency for intellectual superiority aside. They shouldn't be with anyone that doesn't want to accomplish things they can respect. They shouldn't be with people who want them to compromise too much (they probably won't). They should be with people who bring out their nurturing capabilities and who they want to do things for, but not people that they see as incapable of taking care of themselves. They may prefer more social people and admire people who can network while being direct and genuine. Based on these criteria, INFJs and ENTPs are my highest recommendations while ESFPs (my favorite) and ISTJs also make the list for various reasons.

BUT, that being said, RELATIONSHIPS (including friendships) ARE A SKILL. They are most successful when someone becomes good at learning respect and compromise that doesn't cause resentment, regardless of type. All individuals will have different specific interests as well as red flags. And if you need me to tell you if your relationship works, it probably doesn't and you can DM me.

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Podoboo

Debut: Super Mario Bros.

Before I start this post, I’d like to clear something up. Podoboo? Yes, Podoboo! I’m well aware these enemies are often called Lava Bubbles and that’s the name Nintendo has been trying to make standardised these days, but you know what? You can’t make me! Podoboo is a lot cuter, plus its the name I grew up with and changes in society scare me and cause me to lash out! Maybe Lava Bubble is closer to the Japanese name of just “Bubble”, but since when has that been a factor in any of the localised names? Do you really want to refer as Lakitu as “Jugemu”, huh? I’ll have you know one of my civil rights as a citizen of Wet Dry World is to refer to Mario enemies with whichever official name I please. Like it or leave it!

So this is a post about Podoboo. Do you like Podoboo? I certainly Podo-do! They are perhaps the most generic design you could give to a Mario enemy, a visibly Dangerous Thing with two eyes, but they have always charmed me! It’s the little things, like their distinct shape and the fact their pupils are somewhat wider than most obstacles like this. They bring me comfort in dire times. No matter what happens, I know Podoboo will be there, jumping at a set height in a particular spot of lava! Without them I would be nothing! 

So simple is their design, isn’t it weird to think they started off as even simpler? The Podoboos in the first SMB game are completely blind, and with no eyes they may as well not be creatures at all! Of course, I’m very glad they are creatures, and their iconic behaviour was there from the start! They love to jump, of course! There is nothing they would rather be doing!

Awaken! As of Super Mario World, they have been gifted sight and are no longer blind to the sins of this world! Hurray! What do you think they see as they jump up and down? I’m surprised it doesn’t make them dizzy!

You’ll be glad to hear Podoboos have had an expansive career ever since, now with their new trademark eyes! After all, they are THE lava enemy! Anywhere you’ve got that tasty hot fire juice, these guys are soon to follow! Here they are in Super Mario RPG, called Sparkies here because they couldn’t make up their minds on a localized name and probably because they confused them with Li’l Sparkies. In Yoshi’s Story they even called them Spark Spooks! Geez, I’ll even take the name Lava Bubble over this! But doesn’t this render look nice and juicy?

Though any great career has its flops, and I have to say... I am usually the first to campaign for the unique designs from the first three Paper Marios, but I do not really like this Lava Bubble! This takes away from their distinct Mario-y charm and makes them look like a Fire Enemy you could find in any other game! Though in the RPGs they are able to float around without needing any lava, the ones in Super Paper Mario act just like the platformer ones, jumping around despite not looking like they should be doing that! Ok!

The Podoboo from New Super Mario Bros. DS just wasn’t trying very hard at all. Come on! They could’ve it a bit more justice than this! 

Ah, there we go! The Podoboos in New Super Mario Bros. Wii decided to finally stop messing about and go back to what everyone loved from them in Super Mario World. I encourage experimenting with your identity, of course, but it’s good to be back, and now they are more mortal than ever! A single shot from an Ice Flower is enough to instantly vaporize a Podoboo in a puff of smoke, which is a bit scary! Are they really just pure fireballs that can be put out just like that? What a frightening life to live!

And in Super Mario Galaxy 2, they... hey, wait!! You took away their eyes again! Now you are just being inconsiderate. This outraged me as a kid! One of my most vivid memories of playing this game with my brother involved chanting “Podoboo rights! They deserve eyes!” because this upset me so much. Maybe my past as an activist is why I am so passionate about Mario enemies these days... I think I was 100 percent correct in hindsight, and now you know some of my backstory, too!

What relief it gave me to find out they were back to their usual selves in 3D Land! And they have been ever since, of course getting redesigned for the modern Paper Mario games and everything. 

What’s this? Blue Podoboos! Podo-blues, even...! They show up in 3D World, in its incredibly cool-looking blue lava levels! It’s a well known fact that blue fire is objectively cooler than red fire, and it seems even the Podoboos wanted in on the action! Blue Lava is an actual phenomenon I’ve just learnt, though it’s a sulfuric fire rather than lava. Could it be that Podoboos, being made entirely of lava, adapt to their environment? I’m not sure...

As an aside, the blue Lava Bubbles aren’t to be confused with Lava Bubble (Blue), which are from Mario Galaxy and show up during King Kaliente’s fight! They hop around on the ground and have square-ish eyes, which is enough to make them different I guess!

The Podoboo’s next big appearance, in Super Mario Odyssey, was in Soup! Yes you heard me- Soup! Some delightfully pepto-bismol pink coloured soup, no less. This is why I wasn’t too sure about Podoboo’s being able to adapt to their environment earlier- the Luncheon Kingdom is a big soup volcano after all, but the fact these Lava Bubbles are able to live in it is very interesting!

There is simply no way I would talk about Odyssey here without talking about possibly its greatest achievement, the best game design decision ever made! After decades of begging from fans, they finally did the impossible- they made Podoboo playable! Now it is Podo-you! It is quite unlike the other captures in the game, since it keeps the Podoboo’s simple-looking eyes and simply adds onto it a nose and a mustache! You may very well be the world’s first Podoboo with a sense of smell! I wonder if that is a benefit or not. The constant smell of soup might be a bit overpowering. 

Not only is this delightful, but it gives us more insight into the life of the humble Podoboo. First of all is the fact that they can swim around in lava, not just jump in one spot! Do you think they do this when we aren’t looking? I really hope so! Imagine a school of Podoboos swimming through molten lava in a castle’s moat. How delightful! 

The Luncheon Kingdom is also home to a number of Lava cannons, marked with a Podoboo’s lovely face. These are cannons for only for Podoboos to launch themselves across the kingdom, from one body of lava to another! My question is whether this was technology made by Podoboos themselves or whether it was made by some generous Podoboo lovers as some lava equivalent to the Fish Tube. I think I would take either explanation! 

And last I have a Podoboo appearance that even I, the world’s biggest Podoboo fan, didn’t know about! Paper Mario Color Splash has a Big Lava Bubble boss which speaks with you through a Shy Guy translator! It is quite upset that you barged into its volcano and decided to change the temperature. Mario, of course, kills it anyway, and also the Shy Guy translator without a second thought.

Still, just take a look at this sprite sheet! How cute! A little disappointing that they thinned out the eyes, but wow! They more than make up for it with this range of expressions! An angry Podoboo! A sad Podoboo! And my personal favorite is of course the shocked Podoboo with its assymetrical dot eyes, which might be one of the best things I’ve ever seen. 

To be honest, I could talk about Podoboo forever! If you didn’t stop me, I would go on all day about their every appearance, but I kind of had to limit myself to some of the most relevant ones. I just think they’re neat! And cute! And silly! Besides, I’m Mod F Boy, so I’m basically obliged to talk about fireballs with eyes! But for now I must bid you Pod-adieu! 

...Not! What, did you really believe me? Well you clicked the Keep Reading button, so you only have yourself to blame for this. Here I am talking about more Lava Bubbles from all over, because Lava Bubble’s career has taken it BEYOND the Mario series! Wow!

Podoboo’s had quite a few appearance in the Zelda series, appearing in Link’s Awakening, both the Oracle games, and even Cadence of Hyrule! Their Zelda wiki page is still called Podoboo instead of Lava Bubble, which means those Zelda fans have it better than we do. But wow, this is a pretty angry looking Podoboo! I wouldn’t mess with them! 

Both the Oracle games even had a Podoboo Tower! Amazing! They look quite a lot like a Fire Snake, but they are simply a tower of Podoboos! Why don’t they do this more often?

Hm... The Cadence of Hyrule one doesn’t have any eyes. Come on guys! It’s 2019! Podoboos having eyes should be standard! Though they still made the conscious decision to call them “Podoboos” in 2019, so I can’t be too mad. 

And they have even spread to Minecraft! In the Mario Mash-up Pack, they replace the Magma Cube enemies, and really there was no better choice for this. And now we have a Podoboo Cube! What more could possibly be left for Podoboo?

The answer is obvious- Podoboo in real life! Thanks to a certain Lego Mario set, Podoboo is now real and can be in your home for the small price of 19,99 US dollars. Please give a Podoboo a home today! Just make sure you don’t own anything flammable. 

#mario #mario enemies #podoboo #lava bubble #mod f boy

[kthynes]

the caller you have reached (chris evans x reader)

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

summary: chris was trying to drunkenly call the woman he loved and wanted to get back with but instead he reaches you, a shrink.

warning: swearing (sailor level), brief mentions of mental health

**IMPORTANT disclaimer: I won't be dabbling into the hard hitting topics of mental health in this short only because I'm not a certified health professional and so I can't be providing a written, unbiased, often characterized diagnosis towards any sort of mental health disorder because really, those types of sensitivities need proper care and output. With that being said, I do want to emphasize the notions of seeking help and not being afraid to seek help when needed. It's hard, but we all fight a battle and no battle is big or small or better or worse.

If my followers or readers do feel the need to privately chat with me, I'm here and I can you lend you an ear. Otherwise let's be kind and uplift another while we can. No harm in doing good and being better, that's for sure!

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@maximeevansblog

Being a working adult is dreadful but the work you do is the most fulfilling kind of anarchy. You are a therapist, you work to heal and you work together with people who willingly reach out to you and your facility of care. There is that balance, the altering nuances in between that allows you to do what you do best. You advocate for good prosperity of mental health and accolade of teachable moments that fosters a safe space for your clients, not patients, but the people who deserve to be heard and not be medically categorized.

Your salubrious passion keeps you grounded. In your lifetime, you've seen the imperial impacts of poor mental health and it has been a detrimental drive in how you retreat and give back to a small found community.

"Okay." You exhale to yourself while leafing through another client chart. You're working off the clock, stuck in the renaissance of your homey office space while the outside world turns pitch black.

In the appropriate fields you jot down important takeaways from your last sit in session with heavy concertation and reasoning, you try to congregate a treatment plan all before you cellphone cries for you in venturous fashion.

"Hello?" You answer without checking the caller ID, tucking the device between your ear and shoulder so that way you could work and talk.

"Jenny!" The man boisterously shouts. "Jenny baby please talk to me! Let me make it up to you, let's just do this right, please. I'm fucked up here."

"I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." You infringe sounding like the posh, automated answering machine lady.

"Oh what the fuck Jenny — oh cah'mon don't do that, don't be like that baby." You re-verify a local number and it doesn't belong to anyone you know of. So you wonder who this man is but choose not to press further instead you tell him what is right from the knowing wrong.

"I'm not Jenny."

"Seriously?" He yells, forcing you to hold the phone away from your ear. "That can't be... This is—" He recites the number that is similar to yours but the last two digits are off.

"You got 42, not 53." It's an easy mistake to recall, a swipe of a drunken thumb could've mixed that up, so this time around, you're forgiving. Not that it happens often.

"Oh no. That's—" The mystery man trails, something about his voice discerns you, it's familiar but in a hindbrain way that you can't put a finger on. "Fuuuuuuuck."

"Wait hold on, hold up, is this Jenny's assistant, Nina?" You exhale sharply sometimes it takes more than one try and a side of convincing to get your point across and your passiveness was certainly to blame.

"No I'm not her assistant either."

"Then who the hell are you?" He exasperates. You make the snide mistake of telling him your name and he buffers for a bit.

"Oh. So you really aren't anyone of my concern then?"

"No." You mildly retort. "I wouldn't want to be anyways."

"Okay well I'm not sorry then because I'm here trying to reach my girlfriend and I can't get to her because I have you on the line being a smartass." With that accent of his you can tell he's a patriotic Bostonian. One of your own kind and that furloughs your need to engage in this mindless drivel, it wouldn't get you or him anywhere. At least that's what you tell yourself before shutting him down.

"Well then maybe you should learn to listen first, how about that?" You snap, dropping your pen before you note down angry nonsense into your actual work.

"Hey nowwww!" He yells as if he's trying to be Hank Kinsley.

"It's clear that you're drunk."

He brushes you off on the other end, enigmatic in what he wants you to know. "This is Chris Evans, you're talking to Chris-motherfucking-Evans, you hear?"

"I do now." You say tersely.

"Good." He huffs. "Good... Cause you know I'm in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and this is what I get. This is what I seemingly deserve, god you women I swear..."

Your face changes. You don't agree to be a lending ear but somehow Chris forces you to hear him out.

"I told her Y/N. I TOLD her that I wasn't ready to take the next step but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be with her. And now she throws it back in my face by getting with some other guy she once dated back in high school. And somehow, I'm supposed to be ok with it and move on, as she tells me. How the hell am I supposed to do that, huh?"

"I, um, I don't know what to tell you." You sigh somberly.

"Of course you don't!" His Boston twang begins to nerve you as there some remitting frequency of it. Hearing him obnoxiously go off, reminds you of all your shrewd New England exes who were his exact counterpart when soused. A ludicrous memory that you relive again with time and perfect harmony.

"Listen lady all I'm saying is that I fucked up. I know I did alright? I mean it doesn't take much denominational math and the plot of Lost in Translation to get that. I get it!"

Jesus. You whisper the lords name in vain as you lean your forehead against the palm of your hand while your elbow rested on top of the desk.

"So, let me get this straight, you think yelling at a random woman will help get further?" You question a little acutely for his liking.

"I don't know but it sure as hell takes off the heat, sweetheart." Something about a man calling you sweetheart grinds your gears and now your molars.

"Okay, alright, let's talk." You begin, sitting up a bit and tearing out a blank page from your memo pad; you were doing a late night consultation, a small hash out.

"Schuwaaaaa." Chris enunciates the word sure and to much of his mayhem, he’s sprawled out on the curbside, somewhere in the nowhere land of L.A. He contented but also upset and you were simply crashing his little pity party.

"What is it that you want from Jenny?" You professionally prod. "How about we start there."

"Wooooah, what is that we're doing here?” Chris gets mildly defensive with you. “I dunno you like that. If we're gonna talk then you'll have to get through my publicist first because right now I plead the fifth.”

You exhale a deep and fulsome breath. No one troubles you like him. It's sanctimoniously unnerving.

"I'm a shrink, my job isn’t meant to incriminate my clients well-being, or anyone else’s for that matter.” You address calmly. “So, if you do require some solicited advice then we can keep this call under strict confidence. You have my word, Mr. Evans and the paperwork that will follow shortly after this call.”

Silence. There is some shocking silence which is brief before you're catapulted with disbelief and more cackles. "Holy mother fucking shit. You're kidding me?"

"I can run you by my credentials if you’d like?” You mention stiffly.

"God I’ve reached a cuckoo hotline!" Wrong. That's a horrible thing to say and you'd think a man like him would've been more sensitive about his choice of words, inebriated or not.

"Far from it."

"Tell me something, alright? How many grown, adult men come crying to you?" Chris is edging with curiosity even though his eyes are betrayingly reddened after crying into a bottle of Dewars 18. He doesn't make that known to you and you never cared to ask.

"Enough to know that they cry." You simply state.

"Huh. So this is just another Tuesday for you then.” Chris scoff, the bottle making it to his lips and then swishing back down again.

"Comes with the territory except I don't tolerate drunkenness." You motely add. "Can you keep the bottle aside for the time being? Just until we're done here."

"That's understandable and oh yeah sure, sure, I won't touch it." You can hear the glass bottle 'clink' when coming into contact with the pavement.

"Now tell me about Jenny." You softly inquire.

"What do you wanna know? How we fuck or how we met?" Chris giggles like a naughty school yard boy.

"How did you two meet?" You slam the words urgently, nearly spelling out the cause.

"Oh! Oh. We met on the job." Chris chuckles punitively.

"Okay and did you guys connect instantly or was there a slow build up?" You involuntarily took notes for any PR rep of his that wanted solid evidence that would preside this call, cover your bases and your poor ass along with it.

"Instantly. Our chemistry read was off the charts." He explains with a slight hiccup. "Sorry."

"Great. So it was more so a work relationship that later grew into something more correct?"

"Pretty much."

"So when did you start developing feelings for her?"

"Um I'd say..." Chris tucks his chin, burps and then excuses himself before continuing. "Just before we wrapped up filming. But then I think somewhere in between all that I realized that she was my kind of girl, my... better half."

"And what made you come to that realization?"

"Well for one she has this infectious laugh that would have you laughing with her, there's that sound of beauty and pureness to it. And then with that, there were all the little things she'd do for me that made me think, like damn she's the one, she's it for me and that for better or for worse, I'd need her more than she'd ever need me."

Chris gets sad and you feel for him. Your pen stops moving when you were about to prescribe him some mind memory exercises. He was human. Humans hurt. Humans make mistakes. Humans stray but they also love. That's all Chris did. He loved with all of his heart to not expect the same love in return.

"You know Chris, we don't always get the love we deserve and sometimes its sucks. Sometimes you wanna kick it back with a bottle of Dewars 18 and shake your fists in the air." Chris quietly perks up at your choice of alcohol that you didn't know he was forcefully downing. He fashions a small half smile that you don't see but hear faintly. "But there's also a time and a place and things happen, people come apart, people get together, people do people and there's that fine line of letting life run its uneven course."

"I mean you sometimes have to not be okay to be okay again and I know that from my many years of helpful healing. It gets okay, never fully better and I think that's just how it is. You acknowledge your pain, your trauma and then you go on while being mindful of that transition."

"Wow."

"Hey, um, look, I actually have to get going. But if you can, just down the rest of that bottle and get yourself home."

"Are you sure?" Chris gawks.

"I mean you were already halfway through and it's not like I can physically stop you, right? And besides this is what I'm prescribing to you. I want you to acknowledge your pain, drink away your sorrows and then smash that bottle so you can be relieved from that trauma and hurt. After that you need to fix up and start new, have a mature conversation with her, if you can and then have your feet hitting the ground again. Don't fall into the routine of heartbreak even if it becomes too hard, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good." You sniff and start to put things away. "I know you're a good guy Chris, from how you are on TV and in interviews, I'm amazed by how articulate you are. You have the right mindset so I have no doubts that you'll fall back in any way. But if you do, please don't hesitate to reach out, I might have to hand you off to another cohort but nonetheless it can be worked out even if it does feel like you might be sparring on your own. You'll get the help you need."

"Great, thanks." Chris responds in his conscious state of thought. He feels pathetic with himself and that doesn't have you galling over the fact, instead you let him be.

"Do you need me to order you an Uber? Cab? Call a friend for ya?" You laugh easily and Chris hears it clearly, smiling in return.

"An Uber would be nice. I'll try to share you my location."

"Sure, on me and that'd be great."

"Thanks."

"No problem... And your ride should be here in two minutes, just look out for Raul in black Elantra." You inform him after checking your phone.

"Nice."

"You have a goodnight now Chris."

"You too." The line cuts and you're given a piece of your life back. You gather your belongings, flip off the light switch and make your way home. There's some truth and some brokenness in every situation. You knew Chris was going to be OK even if he didn't consult you afterwards. For you, there was no need. He's a smart man and he proves this over a prolonged period of time when he finally finds himself back on the market and then eventually in a relationship with a faceless and very loving woman from his own hometown.

He was finally happy, making you serendipitously glad that you were the caller he had reached.

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