#and i wanna at least have that go towards my weekly......................

[landojpg04]

I should not be writing this as I have finals and a huge project due by Sunday, but on my fyp all I've been listening and seeing is the new Hozier song that is supposed to come out next Friday. The one where he sings You're too sweet for me, and I cannot stop picturing Simon saying that throughout the discourse of your relationship.

When you both first meet, you notice that when this man drinks his coffee, it’s black. No sugar, sweetener, not even creamer. It's just a pure bitter liquid that he sips through a debrief in the morning. Meanwhile, you loved sweeteners, oat milk, almond milk, sweet cream foams, and anything that would rid the bitterness. 

“Your coffee is basically sugar.” You heard him grumble as you added more cream to your cup. You smiled and offered him the creamer in your hand.

“Won't kill you to try some; it’ll may make the bitterness go away.” You said.

“I like my coffee black.” He says before walking away.

The next night out, you were running late. You finally made it to the restaurant/bar. The team had already ordered some drinks, but behind you was Simon.

“Wanna order together.” You say, and he just nods, leading the way to the bar.

You catch the attention of the bartender.

“Can I get a cosmo.” You said; he nodded his head and looked at Simon for his.

“Whiskey. Neat.”

You looked at Simon with a puzzling look. He raised his eyebrows as you stared at him.

“Your drink of choice is warm whiskey?” You asked.

“It’s better than a juice with alcohol.”

You just laughed at his remark towards you.

“Simon, you just aren’t a fan of sweet things.” You said as the bartender handed you your drinks.

“Not in the aspects you think.” He says before leading you back to the table.

Johnny knew of the crush Simon never dared to let on towards you. He would always push the lieutenant to at least try and make a move or even hold a conversation longer than 5 minutes with you. 

It's not until they are both smoking a cigar and enjoying the quiet of the night when Johnny finally gets a glimpse of his true thoughts.

“Why is it that you won't allow yourself to pursue even past the debriefing room or weekly gatherings? She definitely wouldn’t say no to a night out with just you.”

Simon just blows the smoke he was savoring in his lungs.

“She’s too sweet for me.” That is all he lets on.

Johnny gave him a look, not understanding his thoughts.

“She’s too sweet for me. She can’t be with someone like me. It would be like mixing honey and ash. It wouldn’t work.”

You heard Simon complaining about shoulder pain the other day. You had picked up some lidocaine cream and patches because that is what worked for you. 

“Hey Simon,” You tried to get his attention before he got in his truck.

He stopped and turned to see you catching up to you. You had a small bag in your hand. He relaxed on the side of his door as he waited for you.

“Here you go.” You said, handing him the bag.

“What is it?” He said, looking at it before peeking in.

“I heard you complaining about shoulder pain, and I have the same problem, so I thought I would share the love by getting you some of the remedies I use for you.” 

“You're too sweet for me.” He whispered to himself, almost as a reminder.

“What?” You said, not picking up on what he had just said.

“Thank you, this is really nice of you.” He said. You nodded and gave him a smile before walking over to your car. 

It’s three in the afternoon, and you're in his bed. It's a rainy day, and right now, you both are tucked in under his covers, taking in each other's body heat. You looked up to meet his eyes. He peers down to meet your gaze. Simon could have never thought, after years of this back and forth, that you would still agree to be here with him. You trace the scar that lines his lip. You knew he was afraid to bear himself all to you. To open Pandora's box and let you see him like this. No mask, no guard, just him. He was expecting you to run away from the bitterness he knows surrounds him. But you stayed. And continue to do so.

“You're too sweet for me.” He says before grabbing a hold of your chin and moving you towards his lips. 

ANGST PORTION (don't hate me, but this is also in my head)

He’s standing before you. Hood on, hands in the pocket. He gazes down as he mutters the words,

“You're too sweet for me.”

He’s attempting to break things between you. And his reasoning echoes in your head: You're too sweet for me. At the end of the day, you care for the man you love, have been there for him through the darkness, and have shown him the way it feels to be loved. And he's stepping back because of the words–You're too sweet for me. 

#simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #ghost headcanons #task force 141 #tf 141 #cod #cod headcanons #ghost angst #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley angst

[rainsoakedphoenix]

lights, please

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo

wc: 702

summary: you and matt watch a horror movie and now you're scared to be in the dark

requested?/notes: no! - i just watched a scary movie with a friend tonight and came up with this, enjoy (this came out a lot longer than i thought it would, wow)

you covered your face with your hoodie-clad hands for what felt like the millionth time tonight. you were watching a horror movie that your boyfriend matt picked out for your weekly date night. most date nights you'll go out to eat, go for a walk in the park and talk while you hold hands, or even take a late night drive while you sing off-key to each other. but tonight was just a simple cozy night in with a few movies. at least, as cozy as it could be with you jumping out of your skin every few minutes.

matt lightly chuckles at you each time, gently taking you by the arms and pulling you into his chest as he murmurs a "are you sure you're fine watching this, baby? i can put on something else."

but you, as much as even the tamest horror movie terrifies you, are determined to finish what you've already started. you curl yourself into his side, cautiously peeking through your fingers which cover your face for most of the movie, and nod your head at him with a "yeah, i'm okay. it's almost over right?" he quickly assures you it is, wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his head over yours as you finish the rest of the movie.

"that monster was ugly as fuck."

matt laughs at your words, smiling down at you as you begin to untangle yourself from him to get off the couch. he gets up after you, turning the tv off and folding up the blanket you used as you walk to the hallway bathroom.

you pause as you reach the beginning of the darkened hallway, an uneasy feeling arising in your stomach. "hey matt?"

"yes love?" he looks up at the sound of his name, having just placed the folded blanket on the back of the couch.

you point in the direction of the bathroom, your other hand playing with the strings of your hoodie in comfort. "can you go turn a light on for me please?"

he smiles in amusement, making his way towards the bathroom to turn the light on for you.

your body moves to face him as he's walking, and just before you begin to step after him, he turns around suddenly with his fingers lightly curled. "boo!"

you let out a short scream, covering your mouth afterwards as you let your body sink to the floor in shock for a few seconds.

"matt, fuck you! i can't believe you would do that to me," you yell, but you couldn't hide the slight amusement on your face. as much as you hated being scared, especially right after watching a scary movie, you had to admit he got you good.

he started to apologize, but you didn't stick around to hear it since you really had to use the bathroom now.

upon walking out you see matt standing up against the kitchen counter, and he immediately puts his phone away and looks up at you when he hears the door open, arms outstretched to hold you as he helps close the gap between you two.

"i'm really sorry angel." he kisses the top of your head before briefly resting his on yours once more.

"yeah that was mean. you should really make it up to me." you lift your head up to look at him, causing him to do the same.

"anything you want, i'll do it."

you purse your lips in thought for a minute, even though you already know what you want. "i wanna watch shrek, and you can play with my hair until i fall asleep."

"how did i know?" he smiles at you, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

"you can go first, since you're braver. but if you scare me like that again matt, so help me god i will smite you." you point at him with your finger on his chest in mock anger, causing him to breathe a laugh as he takes your hand off his chest and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles before interlocking your fingers, staring into your eyes as he does so.

"i won't do it again, i promise."

#rainsoakedphoenix #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo

[auras-moonstone]

hi! could you write something with jack champion x fem!reader, where she’s acting on avatar 4/5 as spider’s live interest? and they’re just adorable on and off set and are always flirting during the press tour? thank u! 🧡

hi!! i love this request so much!! it ended up being way longer than i thought lmao but i hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻🤍 by the way, just in case: y/n/n means “your nick name” and y/c/n means “your character’s name”!

freudian slip — jack champion

words: 2,438

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack are co-stars and friends, but everyone in the avatar cast knows they have feelings for each other. neither of them wants to admit it, until a freudian slip from y/n during their kissing scene changes everything.

TRINITY, BAILEY, Y/N AND JACK HAD JUST FINISHED SHOOTING A SCENE. They decided to hang out in Jack’s trailer and play Fifa on his ps5.

“Y/N you are letting me win. Stop it!” Jack groaned, putting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m not!!” she lied. She totally was.

“Yes you do. You totally destroy Jamie when he comes to visit us, and he is really good at his game. There is no fucking way I’m better than you” he accused.

“I’m just tired” she shrugged.

“Your players aren’t even moving!” he exclaimed.

“Okay, fine. I’m letting you win” she confessed “But you just look so adorable when you score a goal, how could I interfere?”.

Trinity and Bailey looked at each other as they rolled their eyes.

“So… the kissing scene is in two days” Trinity spoke up, making the two teenagers separate from their hug.

The kissing scene was something both of them had been looking forward to. As they clearly had no intentions of speak about their feelings, they at least wanted to feel what kissing the other would be like. Even if it was just acting.

“Yup. Promise to wash my teeth that day, Y/N/N” Jack joked.

“Well, I’m not and you will have to bear with my morning breath” she laughed.

“You wouldn’t dare” he looked her dead in the eye.

“I totally would” she nodded “but I won’t”.

He sighed in relief “Oh, can you wear your cherry chapstick? I’m fucking addicted”

“How would you know?” Bailey asked confused “Oh my god, have you two been practising?”.

“What the fuck” Y/N said, eyes wide open as Jack yelled “No!”.

“She lets me borrow it sometimes” Jack explained them.

“Okay, okay. Jeez you two turned into blushing messes” Bailey laughed.

“We should go” Y/N said awkwardly.

“Yeah” Jack let out a nervous laugh.

Y/N FINISHED THE LAST SCENE OF THE DAY AND WENT TO HER TRAILER TO TAKE A LONG-AWAITED NAP. She could’ve easily gone home, but as every friday, she waited for Jack so they could go together to her house and have their weekly movie marathon. It was a little activity they have been doing together for the past months.

Almost an hour later, Jack entered her trailer and his heart melted at the sight. No matter how many times he found her napping, the reaction would be the same. She had her own arms around herself, probably from the cold; her lips were partially open and her face was adorned with a cute frown, she probably was having a dream.

He carefully walked towards her frame and kneeled beside the small couch she was sleeping on. He pulled the fallen hair out of her face, and shook her softly as he called her name in a delicate way. She fluttered her eyes open and scrunched her nose, the light from the outside bothering her. Jack put a hand over her eyes until she grew accustomed to the light.

“Hey, gorgeous. I’m done for today, wanna go to your house?” he asked with a smile. How could someone be so pretty? he asked to himself.

She nodded as she stood up “Can we buy sushi? I’ve been dying to eat all week”.

“Anything you want” he answered with a grin.

When they finally arrived to her house, the discussion on what to watch next began. Y/N wanted to watch a rom-com, while Jack was in the mood for a good horror movie.

“Y/N/N that movie sucks” Jack said, completely against the idea of watching Valentine’s Day.

“How dare you?” she asked offended.

“It’s the truth and you know it. You just forced yourself to like it because Taylor Swift is in there” Jack pointed out.

He had an valid point. The movie was boring and weird, but Taylor Swift made it worth it. “I don’t want to watch Final Destination, it’s traumatising”.

“Not more than fucking Valentine’s Day” he laughed as she elbowed him in the stomach “Ouch, sorry”.

“Let’s just bring new options. What about Lemonade Mouth?” she suggested.

“Mamma mia? I’ve never seen that one” he suggested. Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Yes, absolutely” she said excited. “Just a little warning, I take musicals very seriously. So, expect me to make a fucking performance”.

“I’m certainly not complaining, love” he assured her. Y/N tried not to smile as she looked the movie up. It was her favorite nickname and he knew it, he loved seen her reaction everytime he called her that.

He didn’t pay attention to the movie at all. Not that it was bad, but the girl next to him was much interesting. He had a foolish smile on his face, watching with heart eyes as she sang the ABBA songs with passion. He wondered if anything was going to change the next day—the awaited kiss between their characters. He sure hoped so, because holding back from her was getting more and more excruciating each day.

THE BIG DAY FINALLY ARRIVED AND THE EXCITEMENT WAS NOTICEABLE ON THE SET. It was the scene everyone had been waiting for—especially the two people involved in it.

“Stop” Y/N groaned as the girls gushed about the scene “it’s not a big deal”.

“Is that why you have been fixing your hair for the last ten minutes and applying the cherry chapstick Jack loves?” Bailey teased her.

Y/N blushed “Fine. It is a big deal, this might be the only chance I have of kissing him. I don’t want to mess it up”.

“But if you mess it up, then you’ll have to do the scene again” Trinity said.

“Good point, Trin. Then I hope he messes it up” she said. Her friends gave her a look of confusion “Well, I want to kiss him more than once, but I can’t mess the thing up on purpose”

“Stop being professional for one minute” Bailey groaned.

“I’m sure James Cameron won’t appreciate you saying that” Y/N laughed.

“Anyways, even if the scene goes well, we both know it won’t be the last time you kiss” Trinity said “It’s pretty obvious you like each other, maybe this fake kiss is the push you both need”.

Before Y/N could respond, a knock was heard on the door of the trailer. “Hey” Jack greeted them. “Y/N/N, it’s time” she nodded as they started to make their way to the set. “Are you okay?”.

“Not going to lie, I’m a bit tad nervous” she laughed.

“Don’t be. It’s just me” Jack said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“That’s the problem” she said under her breath. Thankfully, he didn’t hear her. “Yeah, I know but everyone’s going to be there. You know how they are making a huge deal out of this”.

“Yeah, I know. But just focus on me, okay? You are going to be great, as always” he assured her. She smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek “Now I’m feeling more confident than ever” he said cheekily. Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Ready?” the director asked. They nodded and then they took their place to start shooting.

Y/C/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing, when she felt a presence next to her. Diverting her eyes from the grey roof, she found Jack’s—or Spider’s—brown eyes.

“What are you doing all alone?” he asked sitting next to her, his bare tight brushing against hers. Y/N’s breath hitched—well, it was on the script, but she wasn’t really acting that reaction—as she turned into a nervous wreck.

“I couldn’t stand that stupid mask or Neytiri’s glances anymore” Y/C/N sighed.

“Yeah, it sucks being human sometimes” he agreed.

“I don’t know how you did all of this alone” she said softly. It hadn’t been that long since she appeared on Pandora.

He shrugged “Not that I have much choice, but it wasn’t that bad. I don’t regret it, though, I love being around Lo’ak, Jake, Kiri, Tsireya… I have pretty sights and now I’ve got you” he looked at her and raised his hand to brush the hair off her face.

Y/N’s heart started beating at a very fast pace “I’m really glad you are here, Spider. I don’t know what I’d do without you” she said shyly. His closeness was very overwhelming.

“Probably fall from every tree and have multiple broken bones” he joked, making her laugh. “But I secretly enjoy that you don’t know how to properly climb trees”.

Y/C/N looked at him in confusion “What do you mean? It sucks, I feel so out of place. I’m still growing accustomed to the wild life, sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here”.

“I just have an excuse to hold you” Spider admitted, cheeks turning red. “Do you really feel like you don’t belong here?” he asked sadly.

Y/C/N felt a pang of guiltiness in her chest. “I mean the place” she clarified. “But right here… with you, that is where I really feel like I belong. Did you ever hear about the saying ‘Home is where the heart is’?”

Jack nodded slowly, knowing it was coming. His heart beating in anticipation, an electric feeling flooded his stomach. Y/N was so mesmerised by Jack’s beauty that almost forgot to continue her line. “Well, my heart is with you, Jack”.

Silent was heard on the set. Jack’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For a couple of seconds, Y/N was confused, not understanding the reactions, until it clicked. She gasped, turning red from embarrassment.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, guys. I-I don’t know. It slipped” Y/N apologised in a mortified tone. Everyone messed up their lines at least once, but she felt a pressure on her chest that only got tighter.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, it’s not a big deal. Let’s just take five, okay?” James said, giving her a look of reassurance. She nodded and left the set, not daring to look at Jack. But he was not going to let it pass, he decided it was his opportunity.

“Y/N/N! Wait” he ran, stopping right before she entered her trailer.

“Jack, please, not now” she begged.

“No, please. I need to say this before the courage fades away” he said. She thought about it for a minute before finally nodding “Maybe saying my name was just a silly mistake, but the look in your eyes tells me there is something more. Is there something more?” he asked. She wanted to say yes so bad, but she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She was still mortified, and Jack noticed it, so he made the first step. “I like you, Y/N/N. And I don’t mean it as a friend. I mean that my heart goes crazy when I’m near you, that I want to hold your hand, shower you with gifts, have silly dates with you, and that I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want”.

Y/N swore her heart was about to explode from love, and that her face was going to hurt from smiling too much “That was so sweet, Jack, what the hell” she laughed “I like you too, so much. As if that wasn’t already obvious from my little slip. And I literally look at you with heart eyes, so…”

Jack smiled fondly “You are so adorable” he whispered, grabbing her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”.

“Please, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the very first day” she admitted, and Jack fell for her even more. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pressed his lips against hers. They both smiled in between kisses, not really believing that was happening.

They heard a crowd cheering from afar, making them pull away. The whole crew was looking, and shouting.

“This could be considering stalking, did you know?” Y/N told them in a loud voice.

“We have been waiting for this moment since we started filming two years ago!” Bailey shouted, and the cast nodded in agreement.

The couple rolled their eyes. Jack put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him “Let’s go, love. We have a scene to shoot. And remember, it’s Spider, not Jack”.

“Go to hell” she told her boyfriend, acting annoyed. But the grin on her face betrayed her.

THE AVATAR SHOOTING ENDED ABOUT A YEAR AFTER Y/N AND JACK GOT TOGETHER. And they were doing better than ever. They didn’t keep their relationship a secret—quite the contrary, they loved posting pics of their dates, do livestreams and tiktoks together, lovey post about the other, etc. Everyone adored the couple, which made them very happy. They never hid the love they felt for each other, not even during press tour.

“So, what was the best thing about filming Avatar?” and interviewer asked them.

“I loved seeing the work behind it, seeing how the people bring life to the movie” Bailey answered.

“I love the little family we have created. They make the whole experience much better” Trinity responded.

Jack smiled “Definitely the kissing scene between Y/N and I” he winked.

The interviewer laughed “That’s so sweet! What about you, Y/N?”.

“Seeing Jack in a loincloth” she joked, making everyone laugh. “Just kidding. I have to agree with Trin, it wouldn’t have been the same if we all didn’t have such an amazing friendship” Jack cleared his throat “And the kissing scene with Jack, of course”.

“Did you know that the first time we did that scene she said my name instead of ‘Spider’?” Jack told the interviewer.

“No way! Really?” she said surprised.

“Yeah” Y/N blushed. “I was so embarrassed! But thank god I did it, because after that, Jack confessed he liked me and here we are!”.

“We though the shameless flirting was going to stop once they got together” Bailey said.

“It just got worse! Now there is kissing too” Trinity groaned “They can’t even behave during interviews!”

Jack and Y/N looked at each other and smiled. The interviewer caught that and couldn’t help but smile too “Well, I think you two are adorable. Thank you so much for coming today! Hope you had a great time”.

The young cast did the outro for YouTube and left the room. “So what are we doing today, love?” Jack asked his girlfriend, pecking her lips.

“Pasta and Scream 6?” she asked hugging his waist.

“Don’t you ever get tired of watching Scream 6?” he laughed.

“Nope, there is this hot character called Ethan Landry… I watch it just for him” she winked.

“Oh yeah, I know him. He’s gorgeous, have you seen his muscles?” he said sarcastically, making her laugh. “Let’s go home, love”

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jack champion fluff #jack champion oneshot #jackchampion #jack champion x reader #spider socorro x reader #avatar #avatar twow #jack champion imagine #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #spider x reader #spider x y/n #spider imagine #auras moonstone’s work

[thekillingvote]

No Birds Allowed: Batman without Robin

The usual claim is that Jason Todd was singularly hated by audiences. Dick Grayson, Carrie Kelley, and Tim Drake are proper, beloved Robins—and Jason Todd is the one and only outlier so unlikable that audiences killed him off by popular vote.

But this claim ignores a massive piece of the puzzle—the Robin role has long been treated as an outdated remnant of a childish era, not only by a significant share of Batman fans, but also by Batman creative teams. While there were definitely fans who hated Jason Todd, he was at least partly chosen to be killed as a scapegoat for some long-standing complaints about the Robin role in Batman stories.

The 1988 poll to kill Jason Todd wasn't just a poll to kill Jason Todd—the poll to kill Robin was a poll to kill Robin.

Fan letters columns from Batman #221 and Detective Comics #398, reacting to Dick leaving for Hudson University in Batman #217 (1969):

Denny O'Neil Batman/Detective Comics writer (1970-1980) Batman group editor (1986-2000) on sending Robin away to Hudson University:

Dan Greenfield: Actually, last night I went back through my comics and the one thing that always strikes me is that before you came onto the character, they’d already made the decision to have Robin leave. Robin was up at Hudson University and was used sparingly from that point forward. Denny O’Neil: Well, that was a conscious decision of mine. Greenfield: Oh! O’Neil: Yeah, I mean … I had been offered Batman a year before I did it. Greenfield: No kidding? I wanna hear this. O’Neil: Because that was in the (Batman TV show) camp thing. The comics were very half-heartedly following in the footsteps of the camp because it was having a palpable effect on circulation. That’s not always true but it was in that case. Camp as in the sense — as opposed to the more erudite sense — this one-line joke about: “I loved this stuff when I was 6 and now that I’m 28 and I have a bi-weekly appointment with a therapist and a little, mild drug habit and two divorces, ‘Look how silly it is.'” I would go into the most literary bar in Greenwich Village on (Wednesday) or Thursday evenings and there would be writers and poets and college professors, all looking at Batman! But when that was over, it was over. It was like somebody turned a switch. And that’s when (editor) Julie (Schwartz) said, in his avuncular way, did I have any ideas for Batman? And at that point, I wasn’t going to be asked to do camp. I was going to be asked to do anything within the bounds of good taste, etc., that I wanted to.

O'Neil, quoted from “Notes from the Batcave: An Interview with Dennis O’Neil” in The Many Lives of The Batman: Critical Approaches to a Superhero and His Media:

There was a time right before I took over as Batman editor when he seemed to be much closer to a family man, much closer to a nice guy. He seemed to have a love life and he seemed to be very paternal towards Robin. My version is a lot nastier than that. He has a lot more edge to him.

O'Neil in 2015:

Modern Batman does not do camp. He has to evolve but to stay true to the concept he has to stay lonely. The kids, there shouldn't be many. Keep him the lone, obsessed crusader and the stories will be better. We did a story called Son of the Demon. It told a story where he had a kid, a baby. It wasn't in continuity. These days, the kid came back and became the new Robin, and I hear that Batman's got a few more running around.

Jim Starlin, Batman writer (1987-1988), writer of A Death in the Family:

I tried to avoid using [Robin] as much as I could. In most of my early Batman stories, he doesn’t appear. Eventually Denny asked me to do a specific Robin story, which I did, and I guess it went over fairly well from what I understand. But I wasn’t crazy about Robin.

I thought that going out and fighting crime in a grey and black outfit while you send out a kid in primary colors was kind of like child abuse. So when I started working on Batman, I was always leaving Robin out of the stories, and Denny O’Neil who is the editor finally said, "You gotta put [Robin] in."

In the one Batman issue I wrote with Robin featured, I had him do something underhanded, as I recall. Denny had told me that the character was very unpopular with fans, so I decided to play on that dislike. [...] At that time, DC had this idea that they were gonna do an AIDS education book, and so they put a box out and wanted everybody to put in suggestions of who should contract AIDS and perish in the comics. I stuffed it with Robin. They realized it was all my handwriting so they ended up throwing all my things out. About six months later, Denny came up with this idea of the call-in thing. [...] I didn’t find out about it until I came back [from Mexico] and found out that, just as I expected, my ghoulish little fans voted him dead. But by a much smaller margin than I’d imagined. It was only like 72 votes out of 10,000, so statistically it was next to nothing.

Dan Raspler, assistant editor/associate editor to Denny O’Neil (1988-1990):

Denny wasn’t really interested in comics continuity, and he didn’t like superheroes. And if you read his work, you see his influence was really a pushing away from the conventions at the time—it was growing old, that sort of Golden Age-y, Silver Age-y stuff, and Denny sort of modernized it, and he never stopped feeling that way. Jim Starlin’s Batman appealed to Denny. It was a little more ‘down to Earth. Nobody liked Robin at the time. For a while Robin was not—it didn’t make sense in comics. Comics were darkening, and so having the kid was just, it was silly, and even at the time I kind of didn’t. Now Robin is my favorite all-time character, but at the time when I was twenty-whatever, I accepted kicking Robin out, the short pants and all the rest of it.

Comic shop owner Phil Beracha on A Death in the Family, quoted in The Sun Sentinel (October 22, 1988):

"I got 100 copies, and I don't expect them to last past the weekend," said Phil Beracha, owner of Phil's Comic Shoppe in Margate. "I usually get 50 copies of Batman. I doubled my order, and I still expect to sell out." The readers voted right, Beracha said. "Robin is an outdated concept. He was created in the `40s, and back then in a comic book you could have a kid beating up grown men. I don't think that works today."

Writer Steve Englehart, quoted in "Batman, the Gamble; Warner Bros. is betting big money that a 50-year-old comic book vigilante will be a `hero for our times'" in the Los Angeles Times (June 18, 1989):

Writer Steven Englehart, who did a series of Batman stories in Detective Comics, also worked up some movie treatments. In a letter to Comics Buyer's Guide, he revealed the approach he had in mind, which would have pleased Batfanatics: "My first treatment had Robin getting blown away in the first 90 seconds, so that every reviewer in the country would begin his review with, `This sure isn't the TV show.' "

Michael Uslan, producer and film rights holder for the 1989 Batman film:

I only let Tim [Burton] see the original year of the Bob Kane/Bill Finger run, up until the time that Robin was introduced. I showed him the Steve Englehart/Marshall Rogers and the Neal Adams/Denny O'Neil stories. My biggest fear was that somehow Tim would get hold of the campiest Batman comics and then where would we be?

"Death Knell for the Campy Crusader" in the Orlando Sentinel (23 June 1989):

For most people, the name Batman summons up a picture of a clown in long johns, a Campy Crusader who - with the young punster Robin - ZAPed and POWed his way into our lives. That's the Batman that appeared on TV in the mid-'60s, and that's the Batman that the world at large knows. Such is the power of television. But this ludicrous image may become obsolete now that the new, $40 million Batman movie has opened. Robin is absent from the film, as are the perky Batgirl and the utterly superfluous Aunt Harriet of the TV series. And though the movie has plenty of sound effects, they don't appear on the screen as words, spelled out in neo-Brechtian absurdity.

Sam Hamm, writer for Batman (1989 live-action film):

The Case of the Disappearing Robin is high comedy. Tim (Burton) and I had worked out a plotline that did not include the Boy Wonder, whom we both regarded as an unnecessary intrusion. Really: Our hero was crazy to begin with. Did he have to prove it by enlisting a pimply adolescent to help him fight crime? Was Bat-Baby unavailable? But the studio was insistent: There was no such thing as solo Batman, there was only Batman and Robin. So, after holding off the executives for as long as we could, Tim and I realized we had better try to accommodate them. He flew up to my house in San Francisco and we walked around in circles for two days, finally deciding that there was no way to shoehorn Robin into our story. [...] We figured that if we managed to squeeze him in, the lame hacks who were making the sequel could worry about what to do with him next. When the film went into production in London, and ran seriously over budget, WB started looking for a sequence that could be cut to save money. And there was one obvious candidate: Intro Robin! So Robin was cut from the movie and shoved back to Batman Returns— from which he was cut yet again and shoved back to Batman Forever.

Grant Morrison on creating Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth (written 1987-1988, published 1989) with Dave McKean (see the annotated script's fourth page):

The original first draft of the script included Robin. Robin appeared in a few scenes at the beginning then remained at Police Headquarters for the bulk of the book, where he spent his time studying plans and histories of the house, in order to find a way in to help his mentor. Dave McKean, however, felt that he had already compromised his artistic integrity sufficiently by drawing Batman and refused point blank over for the Boy Wonder — so after one brave but ridiculous attempt to put him in a trench coat, I wisely removed him from the script.

Paul Dini on Batman: The Animated Series (1992), as told in the 1998 book Batman Animated:

The Fox Network, on the assumption that kids won't watch a kid’s show unless kids are in it, soon began insisting that Robin be prominently featured in every episode. When Fox changed the title from Batman: The Animated Series to The Adventures of Batman & Robin, they laid down the law-no story premise was to be considered unless it was either a Robin story or one in which the Boy Wonder played a key role. Out were underworld character studies like “It's Never Too Late"; in were traditional Batman and Robin escapades like “The Lion and the Unicorn.” A potentially intriguing Catwoman/Black Canary team-up was interrupted in midpitch to the network by their demand, “Where's Robin?” When the writers asked if they could omit Robin from just this one episode, Fox obliged by omitting the entire story. Looking back, there was nothing drastically wrong with Robin's full-time insertion into the series—after all, kids do love him. Our major gripe at the time was that it started turning the series into the predictable Batman and Robin show people had initially expected it would be. For the first season, Batman had been an experiment we weren't sure would work. We were trying out different ways of telling all kinds of stories with Batman as our only constant. For better or worse, having a kid forced him, and the series, to settle down.

Christian Bale, star of Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight trilogy (2008):

If Robin crops up in one of the new Batman films, I'll be chaining myself up somewhere and refusing to go to work.

Summed up

Among the keepers of Batman, there has been a vocal contingent arguing against the inclusion of Robin. They argue that Robin damages Batman's brooding, solitary persona. They argue that the concept of Robin is too ridiculous and fantastic for the grounded, gritty ideal of Batman. They argue that a respectable version of Batman shouldn't allow, encourage, or train "child soldiers" to endanger their lives fighting against violent evil-doers.

The original and most iconic Robin, Dick Grayson, has definitely benefited from his deep roots in DC lore and his consistent popularity among fans—and yet even he has been shunned from various Batman projects over the decades. When even he struggles to get his foot in the door, his successors face stiffer opposition.

So it's not quite correct to say that Jim Starlin hated Jason Todd. In his own words, Starlin wasn't fond of Robin, and his storytelling (most obviously A Death in the Family) set out to argue against Batman having any kind of "partner" at all. This, following the wildly successful comic that treated Barbara Gordon as a disposable prop. A growing audience welcomed the Dark Age, and the gruesome spectacles made of kid-friendly elements like Batgirl and Robin.

This trend could be broken by the upcoming sequel to The Batman and by the planned slate of upcoming DCU films. But most Robin fans will tell you that many movie-going Batman fans still have their doubts about Robin sharing Batman's spotlight.

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[saltydkdan]

Hello Salt man! You seem like an unhinged enough weeb for this question:

I’m going to be the president of the anime club in my highschool this year and have no fucking idea what I should do for activities and shit.

Any ideas? If not, that’s perfectly fine too!

(Also thank you for reblogging my Peppy drawing it made my day ^^)

No problem! I loved the art

I think it’s pretty obvious for an Anime club to watch Anime, however that shit is basic, and I have some unhinged ideas.

Trivia (the least unhinged)

—Make a trivia game on PowerPoint, or on Kahoot that feature questions based on various popular anime. Get specific and weird for the harder questions.

Anime Debate Club

—(be careful with this one because depending on the group it may get heated lol)

—At the end of a meeting, choose to random anime characters

—Tell members that they can pick sides on which of the two would win in a fight, then between meetings, bring together their arguments for why, they have to have actual citation and examples of the character’s powers, or reference specific canon material

—Bonus points if one of the debate teams puts together a PowerPoint slideshow on a character’s power set, or the other characters weaknesses

—Have a judge award points for valid arguments, but have them be cracked out of their minds about it (For example, awarding points to “Comedy” characters, like if an Osumatsu-San character surviving a Ki blast could be funny? That’s a point towards them. LMAO)

NOTES: Obviously the characters chosen cannot be Goku, Vegeta, Saitama, or in general overpowered characacters. Also, having completely fucking insane match ups, or wildly specific match ups is recommended. Like Bobobo VS Dio Brando from Jojo. Or General Tao from Dragon Ball VS Gojo.

If the fight is extremely one sided, just make a list of all the ways that one side would fucking dominate because that shit is fucking funny LOL.

Weekly Book Club but for anime

—This isn’t really “unhinged” but I recently did a manga book club with friends weekly and it was super cool to meet up and discuss the chapters of a particular series and such

—You can do this for anime and assign a set number of episodes, OR do manga and provide a way to read it online

—Rotate out series every so often so people don’t feel like they’re focusing all their attention to a single series the entirety of the year

—This could be a fun thing to do casually between meetings and to talk about a little at the start

Pitch your favorite

—Have people make a short presentation on PowerPoint to pitch their favorite series that’s 3-5 minutes each, or whatever depending on how many people you have

—If you wanna make it funny make it so they HAVE to include both Pros, AND Cons about it. (Like for One Piece: PRO would be the amazing worldbuilding, and a CON would be that Oda cannot draw women)

Make an Epic OC

—Force people to design OCs for a specific series for that week. If they can draw and want to, they can draw them. If they can’t draw? Make it a stick figure, or a shitty drawing a child would make. And have them make a small write up about the character and their powers.

—This can easily be taken seriously, or just have them make an overpowered self insert, all of it is fine

Anyway that’s all my ideas! Hope this helps or inspires some of your own unhinged ideas

#saltydkdan #salty asks #anime club #anime

[mischivana]

Hi, I know that you are new but can you do prompt #2 when Jason Grace say this to the reader to confessed his love. SORRY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I Think I Might Be Falling in Love With You

Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Authors Note: hiiiii sorry this took so long!!! holidays have been hectic and I haven't had anytime at all to do anything. Semester finals are also next week so any other request will also be delayed until then so please be patient, I'll try to get things written asap!!

Jason Grace was a confusing person. Despite the fact that I'd known him for years in the legion, sometimes it felt like he was a total stranger. When he came back after his disappearance it was like I was looking at a new person even though he was the exact same before he left.

Currently, I was hunched over a table in the New Rome University library with him sat across from me. We were studying for midterms and he was helping me understand one of my worst subjects: Ancient Greek History.

Yes, we had won a war with them and yes some of our best friends were Greek but that didn't mean I knew their history as well as they did.

"Don't- don't laugh at me!" I said playfully as I watched him chuckle at me. I'd gotten an answer wrong and he laughed at me playfully. "It's not funny Jace! I'm gonna fail my midterm!" I said with another laugh.

"I'm not laughing- I'm not!" He said defensively, throwing up his hands playfully. "It's just-" He started again, tilting his head and looking at me "we've gone over Epictetus so many times now" he said, exaggerating his tiredness.

"can we stop....please?" I said with playfully pleading eyes. we've already been here for three hours and I was exhausted. We had a mini-starring contest before he let out a sigh. "Fine...it's getting pretty late anyway so-" he said, I looked out the windows and it was already dark.

"wanna stop to get food before heading back?" he said as he watched me put my stuff away. He threw his own bag over his right shoulder and got up. "Sure...there's that new Chinese place down the street from yours and Percy's apartment?" I suggested zipping up my own bag.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood for Chinese . Plus, it's Percy and Annabeth's weekly movie night so I can't go back for another 2 hours at least" He said as he checked the time on his phone. I was about to put my bag on my shoulder when he reached to grab it instead.

"Here, let me" he said grabbing my bag by its top handle in his left hand. "No- Jason you don't have to I can carry my own bag" I said as we started to walk slowly. "No, I don't mind. It's not like I can't handle it" he said as we continued to walk towards the front of the library.

He wasn't wrong about what he said. He was New Romes most trained soldier and was built like Michelangelo sculpted him out of marble. We started to walk on the side-walk towards me and Annabeth's apartment.

"what about that pizza shop next to your apartment building?" He said as we walked down the stairs. "We go there all the time Jason" I said playfully. "Yeah that's because they make really freaking good pizza" he replied without missing a beat.

"fine." I said dramatically with a laugh. We continued to walk to the pizza place on the corner next to the apartment building, talking miscellaneously until we reached the place. We ordered and sat down at a small two seater next to the widow and waited.

"I still don't understand, why was Nico upset when Will forced him into the infirmary?" he asked me confused. "Because Nico still doesn't understand that sleep is a basic human need" I said with a giggle. "right..." he said, confusion still in his voice. I just laughed again.

He looked at me with a certain look. One that I don't think he knew he was making. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Jason's emotions were hard to decode. He was a very hard person to read. He also had a hard time expressing his emotions. Like I said, he's a confusing person.

"I think I might falling in love with you"

I froze when he said that. it was so sudden. I wasn't expecting it. It threw me for a loop. I looked at him keeping my smile but with a slightly more confused look. "...what...?" I said gently.

He looked at me with a simple but puzzled look, almost of longing. "I...I'm not very...good at...this" he said quietly looking at me with the same expression. "I...I don't know if Im doing this right or if this is even what I'm feeling but...yeah... I think I might be falling in love with you" he said with an expression of longing.

"it's just that, whenever I'm with you...I feel complete" he started speaking again. "your smile always makes me happy and your laugh somehow makes me the happiest I've ever been" he continued. I smiled at him wider.

I looked in his eyes with the same expression. "I think...I think I might feel the same way" I said gently as I laid my hand over his on the table. He smiled at me and I smiled at him. We sat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each others presence until the pizza came. We started to eat and continued to talk miscellaneously, smiling abut what juts happened.

By the time we got back to the apartment Percy had texted Jason letting him know that Annabeth had fallen asleep and would be staying over. We stopped in front of the apartment door and smiled at each other.

"well uhm...I'll meet you at the library to study tomorrow? Same time?" I said cheerfully, looking up at him. "uh..yeah!... yeah that sounds- that sounds good" He said with the same tone, his cheeky smile warming my heart as always.

We stood in silence for a moment longer before I carefully approached him. I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his cheek. I pulled away and smiled while grabbing my bag from him and unlocking my door "goodnight, Jason..." I paused as I opened the door.

I looked at him again, he had blush across his face and a small grin. "Y'know...we could have our own movie night? Cause Annie is sleeping over at your place with Percy..." I said quietly, looking at him with a small smile, a gentle blush across my face.

He looked at me with the same loving expression. "yeah...yeah I'd like that" he said gently. He walked up to me in the doorway and we looked at each other lovingly. we both knew what we were thinking but we didn't have to say it.

he gently leaned down and kissed me, I kissed back and held his hands at his sides. Yeah...I think we might have fallen in love with each other.

Hiiiiii, again Im so sorry this took SO long to get out. I hope you like it!

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[storiesofsvu]

Crafted By the Gods

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, smut, oral sex, face sitting. Covers a bingo square and a req from an anon.

You were sitting in the bullpen going over technicalities for a case, listening to the hunch Emily was going off about and you were completely aware that you were both not paying attention and also having the most impure thoughts at the most inappropriate time. What you weren’t aware of was that Tara had stopped paying attention, her eyes drifting towards you, small smirk on her lips as she watched you suck your lower lip into your mouth.

“You’re staring.” She murmured. You were far enough back that there was no way Emily could hear you, and it wasn’t like the task at hand was actually that important, it was nearing the end of the day you were just all trying to fill the time until punch out.

“Am not.” You grumbled back, your eyes never once leaving Emily, “just listening.”

“Yeah? What’d she just say?”

Something about behavioural patterns.”

“She was talking about geography.” Tara snorted quietly and you scowled, finally tearing your eyes off Emily to look over at your friend, “if you’re gonna stare you should at least actually listen.”

“And how am I supposed to do that when she looks like this?!” You quietly hissed back, pulling a soft chuckle from her.

“You don’t get much work done around here, do you?”

“Not if she’s in the room.” You quietly laughed back, “I mean, how could I? Look at her face!” Tara looked back up at Emily, as if she was paying attention to the brainstorming session.

“It’s a nice face.”

“It’s a stunning face. I wanna sit on it.” You admitted with absolutely no shame and Tara chuckled, “I mean, just look at her fucking nose, it was like it was crafted by the gods for eating pussy.”

Tara would have burst out laughing if she wasn’t used to the fact that you had absolutely zero filter. Instead she glanced back towards Emily, watching for a moment as the other woman continued to speak.

“Huh…” her head tilted in the same moment that yours did, both of you now having eyes on the other woman. “You’re certainly not wrong there.”

Across the room Emily happened to glance your way out of the corner of her eye, fumbling when she noticed the both of you staring at her, heads titled, Tara’s eye’s narrowed in that way she did while examining something.  She stuttered over her words and fully looked your way,

“I— what?”

“Nothing.” The both of you practically said in unison, finally breaking the gaze and looking between each other trying to hide your grins.

“Seriously, what?” Emily asked, “do I have something on my face?”

“Not yet.” Tara muttered to you as she stood from her chair, clapping you on the shoulder and you let out a cackle of a laugh, unable to hold it back.

“What?!” Emily asked again, watching Tara scoop up her bag and leave the room, “stop looking at me like that!”

“Nothing.” You laughed, “nothing, it’s not you.”

She definitely didn’t believe you, but she dropped it for the time being, getting a couple of last minute thoughts out before everyone called it a day. She’d be able to bring it up later, you already had your weekly plans for dinner and you’d promised her a delicious homemade shrimp scampi.

*

It was a few hours later that Emily was letting herself into your apartment, calling out a greeting as she kicked off her shoes and tossed her coat onto the rack.

“Hey.” You greeted, glancing up from the counter when she rounded into the kitchen, “I know white goes with the scampi but did you want it or red?”

“What I want…” she started, approaching your back and wrapping an arm loosely around your waist, her lips pressing into the crook of your neck, “is for you to tell me what you were talking about to Tara.”

“Mmm..” you chuckled, leaning back slightly into her embrace as her fingers began to tickle the exposed skin between your shirt and pants. “And you think you’re gonna get it out of me like this?”

“Worked the last time, didn’t it?”

“I suppose it did.”

“So…” her lips met your skin again, teeth scraping ever so lightly in a warning manner, “you were clearly talking about me… anything you’d like to say?”

“Do you have any idea how many moments at work I want to turn to you and say, ‘stop being so hot please, I’m trying to get my work done?’”

Emily snorted a laugh, her hand pinching at your hip as you turned around, “so you’re just out there bragging to Tara about how hot I am?”

“I said you had a real nice face.” You leant in to kiss her gently, “I mean she agreed, so, it’s gotta be true. Said I had a particular soft spot for this.” Your finger booped the tip of her nose and she laughed.

“Seriously? This honker?!”

“Em…” you laughed softly, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose, “and yes. Jesus Christ do you have any idea how fucking hot your nose is? Not to mention…” you grinned, leaning closer to her so your lips could brush against her own, “the way it brushes my clit when you eat me out?”

“So that’s what this is all about.” She chuckled, “you promised me shrimp scampi but have other thoughts about what I should be eating.”

“I was kinda hoping we could try something new.”

“And what might that be?” Her nose nudged against yours, urging your head up so she could kiss at your neck, “oh c’mon, don’t get shy on me now….”

“To be blunt, I wanna sit on your face.”

“I think that can certainly be arranged.”

Her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers sliding underneath, cool on your skin as they danced patterns across it. Her lips met your neck again, slowly kissing up it and across your jaw until they met yours once again, though this time they moved feverishly, her tongue surging into your mouth. You let out a groan as your arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to you, rolling your hips against her. Her tongue swept through your mouth, not leaving an inch unexplored while one arm wound around you, turning you so she could back you into the bedroom.

When the backs of your legs hit the bed she stilled you, tugging your shirt off over your head and tossing it to the floor. Your hands made quick work of hers while she managed to rid you of your bra, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Always so pretty.” She purred, her hands swiftly unbuttoning your pants, tugging both them and your underwear down your legs. She was about to cage you into the bed when you whined, hands reaching out to her belt buckle and she chuckled, knowing that even if this was all about you, you still wanted her as naked as possible. Swiftly undoing her belt she kicked off her pants before crawling over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You moaned into the kiss when her fingers pinched at your nipples, sending sparks flying through your body, your pussy pulsing already.

Emily wrapped an arm around you, rolling so she was on her back with you on top of her, one of her legs bent, angled between yours perfectly so you could begin to grind down on her thigh. Her hands settled on your hips, urging you to roll them, your bare cunt smearing juices onto her skin. You broke the kiss with a gasp and she was able to sink her teeth into your neck, tongue sweeping across the mark to soothe the burn before she made home in the crook of your neck. Once she was sure she would have left a mark, she nudged at your hips, sinking back further into the bed.

“Well, get up here.” She smirked, patting at your thighs.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. I’ll pat twice if I need out.”

She squeezed at your body again, practically moving you herself and you let out a small giggle, crawling up over her, your hands bracing on the headboard as you started to lower yourself onto her face. With absolutely no hesitation Emily’s hands wound around your hips, tugging you down ono her awaiting lips. Her tongue lapped out, swiping through your folds, her nose rubbing right at your clit and you couldn’t help but moan, gripping tighter on the headboard. Emily’s mouth wrapped around you, tongue sinking into your pussy as far as she could while she sucked at you, eagerly lapping your juices into her mouth. Her hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to roll your hips, effectively riding her face.

“Oh fuck… fuck.” You gasped, unable to stop yourself from grinding down onto her face but she simply smirked in response, upping her antics as her tongue lapped through your pussy again.

She wasn’t about to forget the conversation you’d had right before this and she definitely wasn’t going to go easy on you. Moaning into your heat, she sucked, licked and kissed your cunt as hard as she could and with each movement of her lips, her nose nudged against your clit, each time with more purpose than the last. It wasn’t going to take long until you were a whimpering mess and she knew it. Her hands dug into your ass, nails nearly pinching at the skin as she continued to grind your wetness down onto her face. She truly could never get enough of you and was enjoying the entire thing just as much as you were.

“Oh god Em…” you moaned, “feels s— so good.”

One of your hands left the headboard in order to pinch at your nipple, rolling them between your thumb and forefinger. Pleasure was soaring through you; with each roll of your hips you could feel more wetness dripping onto Emily’s tongue. Each rock brought a small whine to your lips, clit beginning to throb with need as your pussy fluttered around the tip of Emily’s tongue, grinding harder down onto her face. Your skin was prickling, gasps and moans leaving your lips each time her face buried deeper into you, nose rubbing right where you needed it but it somehow still wasn’t enough.

“Please…” you begged, your hand shooting back to the headboard, clutching tightly at it, “please more… s’close…”

You could feel Emily’s chuckle, her lips smirking against your lower ones before her tongue darted out for one long heavy last lick, dragging out the nudge her nose made on your clit, pushing harder than before and you shuddered above her.

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help but cry out when her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth and she groaned against you.

The tip of her tongue flicked the swollen nub, humming in satisfaction at the way it was pulsating between her lips. Emily could feel your thighs starting to tremble on either side of her face, the way you were unconsciously putting more of your weight on her, the way that you were at a loss for words, only moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You were incredibly close and she knew it.

Your knuckles were nearly white, gripping at the headboard in an attempt to stay upright as you let out a loud gasping moan. Emily’s tongue pressed perfectly against you and pleasure was shooting through you as you reached your peak. You tried to still your hips but she had too tight of a grip, continuing to rock you against her mouth, sucking your pulsing clit deeper into her mouth.

“Oh fuck! Fuck… fuck Em…” You managed to breath out, your chest heaving as you very slowly opened your eyes, coming down to earth as Emily left little kitten licks on your cunt, sucking up as much of your juices as she could. Your body shuddered when her nose brushed against you again, this time an accident and she chuckled softly, helping you swing your leg over her and drop onto the bed beside her.

“You alright over there?” She asked with a smug grin, smoothing back your mussed up hair.

“Absolutely perfect.” You replied with a dreamy smile, pulling her to you for a kiss. You couldn’t help but moan into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue. She smirked when she pulled away and you dragged a finger down the bridge of her nose, booping the tip of it, “crafted by the gods.”

“What?” She asked with a laugh that you returned.

“Nothing.” You pulled her to you for another kiss, “you’re perfect.”

“Yeah well, perfect is hungry. And don’t you dare say anything about just having eaten.”

“Is perfect okay with takeout? I don’t know if I can trust my legs long enough to cook right now.”

“Shrimp scampi is shrimp scampi.” She shrugged, “doesn’t matter where it comes from. Though yours is the best.”

“Lies.” You shot her a playful glare before you rolled over to grab your phone, rolling back toward her and settling on her chest, humming happily when she wrapped an arm around you.

She kissed the top of your head gently, nudging the blanket up from the foot of the bed so you wouldn’t get too cold while you scrolled through your phone until you found an acceptable dinner. While tonight hadn’t been what she expected to come home to, she certainly wasn’t complaining.

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[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Jazz for two

I'm so glad we got to watch this in a week because I don't think I could handle the weekly viewing. What a mess.

Let me start by saying that I read the source material and although that doesn't help at all, it's not why this show doesn't work for me. These are my immediate thoughts after watching. There will be webtoon spoilers.

Two things really bothered me about this adaptation.

First thing was the character of Seohon. This boy has absolutely no agency here and is submissive to every other character. The second is TaeJoon's (TaeYi's brother) storyline.

I could argue that these two things are connected by way of Seheon father. So here is the family background in the original.

-Seheon lives with his mother and not his father. In fact his father abandoned the family and that's why in the WT he can't play piano at home because his father was a piano player and mom doesn't want to be reminded of him. -Seoheon only sees his father occasionally at his office, he's a piano teacher, where he gets to play. -The father was TaeJoon's teacher and they got involved. He cheated on his wife with him. He was not homophobic. He left the family to be with TaeJoon. I'm not gonna go into why they broke up and TaeYi's brother commited suicide because there's a lot more characters that influenced this. Suffice it to say that in the end he was caught by someone else and basically left him.

So why they added the bully father is beyond me but I guess it makes the fact that Seoheon is so submissive more plausible. I can understand why they wouldn't want the dad and the brother story line here. But I don't get why they thought that adding the homophobic brother was a better choice.

I'm gonna echo @lurkingshan feeling here regarding episode 7. That episode made absolutely no sense whatsoever. None of it is credible. They both do a 180 in a matter of minutes. And because of the way they wrote Seheon here, it just makes him look stupid. I'm not gonna compare with the original because it really doesn't matter. It's just bad writing here.

If the main couple is rushed, don't even get me started on the second one. It's just not believable. They removed so much from their story that it just looks like Do Yoon has to be out of his mind to actually fall for this guy. And yes, the original is also a bully/victim romance, if anything he's even more violent, specially toward Seheon, so I'm not saying it's a good couple either way. But at least in the original Jun-Ha is multi dimensional and you can actually empathize with him in moments. Although I wasn't a fan of them in either media. And also this romance takes a while to actually happen so it's definitely easier to buy.

This story is full of traumatized and flawed characters. And I knew from the start that it would be hard to adapt into 8 episodes of 30 minutes. To do that they'd have to cut a lot and honestly I'm still in disbelief about what they chose to keep. All the character are so superficial so none of it lands for me. There's no emotional connection for me to grab on to. It's not enough to give a character a traumatic past. That alone does not a fully fleshed out character make.

Nothing about this story rings true for me and this is not a defense of the WT because that also is not perfect. It's way too long and there's too much shagging filler but I really liked the characters in it. They were much more complex and it all read much more believable. There's also a couple more characters that are pretty important in bringing the whole story together.

There's obviously a lot more things wrong with this but this is already long.

[If anyone else read the original and I made a mistake here please let know. I don't think I did but I've read it a while ago and didn't really wanna go back after watching it]

#Jazz for two #korean bl #rose rambles

[alieinthemorning]

An Addition to Change [Gojo Satoru]

Content: Depressed Reader, Depressed Gojo Satoru, Young Fugshiguro Megumi, Depression, Change, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, AU: No Curses, Not Beta Read

Pronouns: None

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Direct Continuation of: Tears of the Strongest

Change is something that Satoru did a lot. He changed his clothes, furniture, cars and even house at a whim. Often times, he'd have at least 5 outfit changes in a day, there would be movers in and out the house replacing furniture, he'd come home with a new car and about every 1-2 years you'd be moving to a new place.

And you'd just gone along with it all.

But this?

This was a bit much.

You eyed the child sitting across from you on the large gray couch, brand new, not even a dent in the cushions yet. He had black hair that was sticking up in every direction, violet eyes that bore into your own, unimpressed with...everything it seemed, and a frown that was too old and tired for a child his age.

Your gaze turned to Satoru, who was sitting beside you. He was pointedly looking at his phone, scrolling through social media to avoid both you and the child's stare.

"We can't avoid this Satoru." You began, "Can you please tell me what happened? But be for real this time."

Because "I just found him and it seemed like he needed a home!" is not an explanation at all. Sounds like he kidnapped a child off the streets and you really don't want to get tied up into something like that.

Satoru sighed in that dramatic way that he does, lolling his head away from you. "I told you—"

The child cut him off. "I've been living alone for a while now. He's been bothering me ever since he found out and now I'm here I guess." Satoru glared at him, but nodded along.

"Okay...and what about your guardians?"

"Dead." He replied flatly.

Your heart tightened. That poor baby, to have to navigate the world all by himself and for only he knows how long.

"What's your name?" You asked softly.

"...Megumi."

"Okay, Megumi, what would you like to do? Would you like to go back to where you were or would you rather stay here with us?"

He was quiet for a moment, playing with the sleeves of his jacket before finally answering you. "...I wanna stay here."

You smiled, "Okay, then." then it dropped, "We literally don't have anything for you."

Satoru laughed loudly, snorting while your head swiveled toward. "What are we gonna do?"

He stood, wiping a tear from his eye. "We're gonna go shopping, of course."

And after that shopping trip, you and Megumi vowed to never go shopping with Satoru again.

Mornings were always hard for you. It would either be a rough sleep of tossing and turning or a nightmare that disturbed your sleep to the point of waking up just as tired, if not more than when you went to sleep. So often times you'd lay in bed, fighting between succumbing to sleep or proceeding with living.

But then a small, warm hand landed on your cheek.

"I'm hungry. I would have fed myself, but I don't know where anything is..."

You blinked.

Oh yeah, Megumi.

You were not ready for a change as massive as this one, but you had to get up regardless because now there was a child in your care. So you pulled yourself up and smiled.

"Good morning, Megumi."

Change is something Megumi also did a lot. However, it made sense with him because he was a a child and children were always changing.

His favorite food changed weekly which kept you on your toes and kept you from fretting on what to make anymore.

He was a growing which meant new clothes needed to be bought ever few months (which prompted you to convince Satoru to stop buying him such expensive clothing).

His favorite shows and interests were also ever changing. New toys were bought every week and it was beginning to get harder to hold a conversation with Megumi since he would always be talking about something new (it was worth it though to see that sparkle in his eye when he talked about the things that he enjoyed).

There were a few things that didn't change though.

He still love frogs. He loved going out in the rain to hunt for them, despite usually coming back in empty handed (you had to stop Satoru from having frogs on standby for rainy days).

He also loved dogs which prompted Satoru into getting him two dire wolf dogs (how the hell he got them is beyond you).

He still only tolerated Satoru (that's what he said, but he really was opening up to him).

And he still favored you (you don't think that that will ever change though).

"Thanks for not turning me away..." Megumi told you as his face was just about buried in Shiro's black fur.

Satoru was still changing, but not as materialistically.

Now he was making more of an effort to be home with you and Megumi (he's days were now 9-5, no exception and no more bring work home).

More of an effort to bond with Megumi, who was thankfully warming up to him (he was even able to take him out on their own outings without the day going horrible wrong).

More of an effort to understand your words from before.

He is not the strongest, and that's okay (he did cry a bit when Megumi got sick, however. It was something new and scary for him, so you wouldn't tease him about it...much).

"Thank you for taking such good care of Megumi." His arms wrapped around your waist as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of  kisses. "And thank you for staying by my side all this time."

You also were changing.

You think it's a good thing.

"I love you two so much." Your smile was shy, but your words were genuine. "Thank you so much for being a part of my life and turning this house into a home."

You'll never forget the smiles they gave you. Bright, wide, full of teeth and as warm as a sun beam.

Hopefully, you'll continue to change alongside your boys.

In light of JJK 236 leaks dropping, I wrote this instead of going to sleep. I already was going to write this, but due to me being Apollo's favorite and being fucking prophetic—

Anyway! Here's something to drive the knife in deeper. :)

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#alie ficlet #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #reader insert

[dixongrimestrash]

Eddie x reader; fluff angst

Eddie forgets to pick you up after work

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Tick. Tick. Tick

You watched as the clock slowly ticked away, silently waiting for your shift to end. The family video was dead at this point. Mostly everyone in Hawkins was at the championship basketball game.

The only reason you aren’t with Steve watching Lucas ride the bench, or watching Robin in band was because you had been needing to save up some money for your spring break trip with your boyfriend.

Eddie Munson.

He (who was also busy tonight with his hellfire club) was going to pick you up after all Friday night activities subsided.

Sure, you wished you could be with your friends tonight, but it’s not like the shift is hard.

The occasional loners who don’t go to school functions came to pick up some movies before dinner. Then of course you had some older families getting their weekly date night fix.

But now, with only 10 minutes left in your shift, you were just ready to be done for the day.

Eddie was a little disappointed you weren’t gonna accompany him for his big night with his Hellfire friends, however completely understood. He was proud of you for working so hard. (He also had no idea of your planned savings to take him on a weekend getaway).

Since you couldn’t have a fun Friday night with your friends, Eddie promised you to a complete and totally metal sleepover at his place. Which for him consists of cuddling, kissing, talking about your night while he lulls you to sleep with his guitar.

It was going to be so perfect.

When the clock struck nine you shut the lights off, making sure to lock up everything you needed to.

You walked out the front door, locking it behind you. Eddie told you he would be about 10 minutes after your shift ended and to just wait for him to roll up in his van.

You took a seat on the curb and pulled a candy bars out of your jacket pocket. You started to snack and waited on your boyfriend to show.

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10 minutes turned into 20. Which turned into 45, which ended up being and hour. The air was colder, making you shiver and hug yourself. You knew the game was over by the increased traffic on the main road leaving town.

You sighed, standing to your feet and dusting yourself off. You started walking back into town toward home.

Eddie forgot.

Your heart ached, he has never done this before. Your mind started to spiral.

Why did he forget me?

Am i not important to am?

Was he angry with me?

Your heart sped a little when you saw a car approaching. Maybe Eddie was just running a little bit behind?

No. It was none other then King of Hawkins High himself Jason Carver and LUCAS?

“Hey Y/n we won the championship game! I hit the winning shot can you believe that!” Lucas exclaimed as Jason’s car slowly rolled to a stop making you stop as well. Lucas’ sudden excitement caught you off guard.

“Oh wow Lucas that’s.. great, Um congrats.” You shivered again from the cold air. You were happy for the young boy who you’ve grown very close too.. considering the last few years.

Even though you were happy for Lucas, the hurt, anger, and disappointment you had for your boyfriend was overshadowing your emotions.

“We are going to the after party you should come.” Jason said as sly as ever. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No thanks, just heading home.”

You weee not a fan of Jason. You had seen how he talked to Eddie, Dustin, and Mine. Pretty much everyone who wasn’t on the cheerleading or basketball team was beneath him.

The only reason he was even talking to you was because your sure Lucas had seen you and asked Jason to pull over.

“At least lemme give you a ride. It’s scary out these days. Don’t wanna be walking home alone.” Jason smirked.

You scoffed, “I’ll take my chances.”

“Come on Y/N, we are heading that way. Besides why are you walking home? Where’s your car?” Lucas asked his ‘cool kid’ demeanor fading and being replaced by real concern.

“Eddie was supposed to pick me up. But he probably just got busy or someth-“

“The freak? We saw him leaving with his cult friends at the same time we left.” Jason cut you off. Lucas just lowered his head, not wanting to let his new popular friends know he is associated with the Hellfire Club.

“Well either way… I just worked like an 8 hour shift so I just wanna go home.” The gravel on the road seemed way more interesting then the current conversation you were having. Not making eye contact with the boys inside the car anymore.

“Hop in.” Jason said giving you a sad smile. You rolled your eyes and gave in. Knowing damn well part of you was doing this to make Eddie mad. The other part just really ready to get home.

The drive to your house was quiet on your end. The boys were talking about the game and how they were gonna get smashed at the after party.

You almost didn’t even recognize Lucas with how he was acting.

Jason pulled into your driveway and turned off the car. “Sure wish you could come with us y/n. It really is gonna be the party of the year.” Jason smirked and turned to look at you in the back seat.

“Yeah well maybe another time. Thanks for the ride.”

And without anymore words, you got out of the car and walked toward your front door, unlocking it and going inside.

The house was quiet, your parents already asleep. You shuffled up to your room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You threw your smelly work clothes in the floor and changed into an oversized tee. You didn’t even bother brushing your hair or anything. You just wanted to sulk in your bed.

You closed your eyes and tried to contain the burning feeling in your nose and throat. You couldn’t help by cry.

This hurt. And this hurt bad.

This was so unlike Eddie. And you had yet to hear from him even now after almost two hours after he was supposed to pick you up.

You cried and cried and cried until eventually you fell asleep.

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The sound of your doorbell ringing woke you up the next day. The bright light coming through your curtains gave your already pounding headache worse. You rolled over, placing another pillow over your eyes.

You could hear footsteps approaching your bedroom door. A soft knock was heard along with a voice you weren’t expecting to hear.

“Y/n? Hey you in there?”

You sat up quickly, pillows flying off your bed.

It was Eddie.

Your parents loved Eddie so of course they just let him right on in. You didn’t even have the energy to tell them what happened last night.

“Sweetheart can I come in?” His voice was soft, and low. Almost like a whisper.

Your heart ached. You didn’t want to do this right now. You had wished it had been a bad dream.

Nonetheless, you stood making your way across the room to open the door just wide enough for Eddie to get a small glimpse of you.

His heart ached at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy and he could only assume they were from crying. Which hurt him even more. Knowing he made you cry broke his heart.

Your messy hair sticking out in all places. He was used to this as he knew you were a pretty rough sleeper. But what broke him the most was the sad look you had etched across your face.

“Hey.” You said looking at your bare feet. This was all you could muster up to say to Eddie. He obviously had gotten fair sleep by the look of his appearance. You couldn’t say the same for you.

“Hey sweetheart. Can I come in? I’m sorry for waking you on your Saturday.” Eddie leaned closer into the door frame trying to reach out to your hand. You took a step back, avoiding his touch.

You had missed him. Even though you were angry, his small gestures melted your heart. You loved how he always reaches out to caress your arm or hand. How he towers over you and places his chin on your head. His long arms completely surrounding your body in warmth.

You wanted to just let it all go. But he hurt you and this was one conversation you can’t avoid if you wanted to continue living life together as a couple.

You opened the door for him. He walked in your room, surveying the area. The pink contrast and brightness of your room always caught him off guard.

He sat down at the edge of your bed and you followed up. Climbing back up and sitting criss cross next to him. He places his hand on your bare thigh making your heart flutter.

“About last night I-“

“You mean when you forget about me and left me sitting on the curb at family video for almost two hours after you PROMISED me you’d pick me up and take me back to your place afterward? Yeah Eddie what about last night do you wanna talk about?”

Eddie was surprised at your sudden outburst. As were you, but it needed to be said.

“Y/n there is no excuse. I’m so so sorry. Yes I got caught up in the game and the boys and by the time I realized how late it was I hauled ass to the family video but you were already gone.” Eddie was now turned toward you, his hand in your squeezing tight.

“I felt like shit. Like actual dog shit.”

This caused a smile giggle from you, making Eddie’s pulse race at your smile. He wiped away the stray tears that you didn’t even realize were falling.

“Hey there’s my girl.” He lifted your chin with his fingers. “I am so sorry y/n. I was so worried about you and then I felt even worse because you had to walk home a-“

“Eddie I didn’t walk.”

“How’d you get home then?”

You could feel the heat creep on your cheeks. The anger you felt now fading but replaced with embarrassment.

“I got a ride.. from Jason.” You tried to hide your laugh as Eddie’s face contorted to disgust.

Him being dramatic of course, he forcefully through his hands over his heart and fell back into your bed.

“Ouch babe that stings that really stings.”

You laughed and pulled him up and wrapped your arms around his torso. “You know I deserved that. So imma let it slide just this once.” Eddie said pulling away and pointing a finger at you.

You smiled up at him, letting him know you were no longer angry. Just happy he is here now. His lips found there way on yours and you felt the sparks flying all around you.

You pulled back, “you soooo owe me a date night. And I guess I can let this one slide too. But just this once.”

Eddie’s hands cupped your head and he places kisses all over your face. “It’ll never happen again M’lady.”

“Good.”

You two snuggled up and ended up laying there for the rest of the morning. No more words said. Just the two of you, together, and happy.

~~~~~

First time writing for Eddie! Hope it’s okay!

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie fluff #eddie angst #stranger things #netflix #lucas stranger things #lucas sinclair #jason carver #steve stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson

[stanriya]

your night guest. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

your the most sweet and nice best friend bennett that comes to your house at night turns out being... yandere?

tw. yandere bennett basically, but he's honestly too innocent

guys he's so sweet and so underrated I'm literally crying T_T

"you're my treasure"

bennett literally was rolling on his own bed thinking about what you have said today at yours weekly friend meeting. his you're treasure. gosh, has he lost his mind or you really have something toward him?! bennett would repeat your words in his head for hours, first scroll through his memory and all the details of this moment, starting from the sunny weather, light and soft wind that tickled his bare shoulders, your beautiful eyes that looked deep into his soul, your sweet pinkish lips (he won't dare to kiss them, no no, he just can't) and right after that flashback he immediately curl up, squeezing his eyes and blushing all over his face. and do this again. and again. and this cycle would go for the whole night, bennet has no doubt at it. but he can't stand it anymore. he just can't stand all those romantic made up scenarios about the two of you. he wants to express his eternal love to you, show you how much he adores you, because, ugh, man you're just perfect!! how else should he describe you?! all your character traits, he just found of them. he literally doesn't see any "negative" or "bad" traits in you (is it even possible for you?). all your smiles that you give to him whenever he failed or brought a new disaster to other people, you never reproach him for such things, in comparison with others.

his optimism reached its adequate limit ages ago, turning into some toxic constant mantra that he repeats every day if not every minute to himself, because he's not that impossible, right? people don't hate him because of all the problems that he causes that are not his fault and he's not left by them, right? bennett was boiling in this endless suffering cycle like, for years, or maybe even his whole life? until you came. yes, you made him happy for real. you actually made him laugh, all the innocent time you spend with him, with exactly zero toxicity in your friendship. is it even possible?

you're too perfec for him. to be even real.

how can he be even closer to you? no, you're friends. at least you think so. he doesn't even know how to overstep this "friendzone" boundary and don't lose you. because his life already pointless without you. he can't lose and you. no no no.

but, he can't stand it anymore either...

and what there's left? only one solution.

"I have to see her." bennett pulled the blanket off him and started dressing up to meet you. his heart is beating hard. his cheeks are pinky. he is ready to tell what he really thinks about you. the question is now, are you ready to hear it? well, you have no choice. because bennett loves you more than anything. he can't escape his feelings toward you, so neither do you.

bennett left his house and headed to your place. though your home address is new to him at least it should be, it's actually not strange to him. he remembers it and goes like into his own place.

you were very surprised by your night guest. you didn't expect anyone, especially always polite and sweet bennett. but how could you ignore him?

"y/n, I wanna to tell you something... but promise not to laugh" you giggled, admitting bennett's shy smile and his hand behind his head, his attempt at something serious. "I... I-i... hey, could you please turn around?..." you adored his puppy eyes right now, so you turned around just like bennett asked you. "thank you" bennet is always like this. you feel how nervous he is and try to relax him. "yes, I'm fine, thank you though, I'm just... I just..." he saw you turning back to him wanting to see him, but the moment you saw his eyes he just confessed.

"I love you !!!"

bennett confessed with squeezed eyes, red face and hands clenched into fists. you can't imagine a cuter scene in your life.

"I love you too, bennett."

there is no end to his happiness. you literally made him the happiest person in the whole world, the way his eyes glared at you, he took you into his hands the second moment. he even cries because of how much he loves you. please, be his for the rest of your lifes. bennett swears to make you loved.

" you're the light of my whole life, love <3 "

#genshin impact #bennett genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #yandere headcanons #yandere genshin impact #headcanon

[bitchinfawkseh]

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 13

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Summary: It's been one year since Sam and Dean last saw Cheryl. When she suddenly shows up, baring an apology for her absence, Dean is hurt and reluctant to forgive her.

W.C: 6146

Warnings: Alcoholism, depression, one mention of drugs, arguing/fights.

[A/N] Here's to my return! Expect regular weekly updates on Fridays! Tell me what you guys think, and thank you for reading 😉

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One year later… 

Aside from the odd text or quick phone call, Cheryl barely contacted Sam and Dean. After all they had been through together, she abandoned them – left them as if they were nothing. In hindsight, they knew they wouldn't realistically be able to always be there for Cheryl. They had no real home, no jobs, nothing that was real or theirs aside from the Impala. Deep down they knew that she needed stability to heal, but they didn't know why she wanted them to leave. Why their presence made her depressed. Dean was especially hurt, he'd open himself up, asked her out, and said that he wanted to go on numerous dates with her – all for her to leave him. That would be the last time he attempts to start something with her. 

Dean wrapped his lips around the mouth of the beer bottle, taking a generous swig before he slammed it onto the sticky bar table. Eleven months, three weeks and two days. Those were all he had left to live since he made a deal to save Sam. Since then, he'd been living life to its fullest – drinking, hooking up with random women, gambling and recklessly getting into bar fights. 

He belched and let out a low chuckle when Sam sent him a disgusted look. “Hey, it's natural.” He excused. Sam sighed and shook his head in dismissal, the least he could have done was cover his mouth. “Whatever…” He mumbled. He tapped his fingers against their Dad's journal, briefly forgetting the current page that he was studying. “I talked to Cheryl today,” Sam announced. Dean's face fell and his nostrils flared in annoyance, he didn't want to hear about her. Not after she abandoned them like that. When he didn't reply or ask how she was, Sam just started to tell him what they talked about. “Her, uh, friend. Marisol died a while ago, she said she hasn't called because of the funeral and stuff.” He said. Dean's lips thinned into a straight line and his heart sank, he felt… sad for her despite it all. “We… talked some more. She asked me why you keep dodging her calls,” Sam continued. “I told her I don't know, but you should talk to her dude. I can't keep lying for you.” 

“You don't have to, tell her I don't wanna talk to her,” Dean grumbled angrily. Sam's face softened briefly, he knew his brother's feelings towards Cheryl – he went from being absolutely smitten to wanting nothing to do with her. And he didn't blame him, for a while, he didn't want anything to do with her either. That was until she finally communicated with him (because she was able) why she didn't want to have them around, why she'd rather be alone with Carlos. 

While it was still a shitty thing that she did, Sam understood why she did it, and he forgave her. Dean on the other hand was completely unwilling to even hear her out. Hence why he was ignoring her calls and texts. “Look… Dean…” Sam started. Maybe he could try to convince Dean to talk to her, or (hopefully) get him to see things from Cheryl's point of view. If Sam was incapacitated like she was, he could definitely see himself doing the same thing she did. “You should talk to her, hear her out. I mean, you gotta think, the doctor said she shouldn't have lived. That'd mess me up if I was told that.” Sam reasoned. Dean sighed and rubbed his chin, his light stubble scratched his fingertips pleasantly. While he had some sort of point, his anger was too strong to let him relent his hatred for her at the moment. “I'm not in the mood, Sammy. Let's just drink, alright?” 

That night, Dean drunkenly dreamt of Cheryl. He blamed it on Sam bringing her up before he got plastered, but even a baby would know that's not true. He dreams of her more than he'd like to admit. 

A field of vibrant tulips waved in the breeze, it was almost as if they were saying hello. For miles, all that surrounded them was tulips and grass. It was peaceful. It was home. 

Dean sat on the front porch steps of Bobby's house, they overlooked the tulip field. He hugged his knees to his chest and paid attention to his breathing. The slow rise and fall of his chest. “You know, my favourite colour is red.” Cheryl mused, gently bumping his arm with her elbow. Dean's lips stretched up into a gentle smile, and he turned his gaze towards her. “I know. I remember.” He replied. Cheryl smiled wide, her eyes crinkled with slight joy at the fact. He remembered everything about her. “Of course you do.” She teased. He chuckled softly and shook his head slowly. She remembered everything about him. 

“I made an apple pie for dessert.” She announced. Dean licked his lips and waggled his brows, which made her giggle. He appreciated her cooking, everything she made down to cup-of-noodles tasted wonderful. “You'll have to wait, it's cooling.” Cheryl grinned. He leaned closer to her and lightly grazed his fingers across the skin of her cheek before he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

Silver hoops. 

“That's fine.” He whispered. Cheryl turned to stare down at her knees, she pouted her lips together ever so slightly, it was hardly noticeable. Dean noticed. She sucked a sharp breath and abruptly met his gaze, sadness painted across her face. “I'm sorry.” She said. 

Dean's eyes snapped open and he blinked rapidly as he came to. The dream was still fresh in his mind, it was as if he were face-to-face with Cheryl again. Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her lips. They all felt so real. He was shocked that he remembered her little quirks too, like her smile lines or how she pouts her lips together when she's focused. Dean rubbed his eyes and let out a groan as he reluctantly sat up in bed. An instant hangover headache hit him like a freight train, leaving him irritable and tired. 

“Shit.” He grumbled under his breath as a wave of pain swam up his back. If he was going to die, at least he wouldn't have to deal with hangovers anymore. Although going to Hell may be worse than a hangover… joking about his doomed fate kept him sane, even if it made Sammy uncomfortable. 

“Finally,” Sam spoke up. He rose out of the small chair that he had taken camp in hours prior and sauntered towards the bed. “You stink.” He muttered and wrinkled his nose in disgust. Dean rolled his eyes and threw the covers off of himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He probably was a little musty, the last time he remembered showering was after their last encounter with Bela, which was three days ago. Sam glanced at the clock on the nightstand briefly and thinned his lips. “Uh, go shower. I know a cool breakfast place that serves Nutella pancakes.” He said. Dean cocked a brow and looked him up and down, Sam seemed like he was in a rush. “What's got your panties all up in a twist?” He smirked. Sam's brows knitted together and he swiped his tongue across his front teeth. If he told Dean what he was planning, he'd refuse to show up. “Nothing, just hungry. Hurry up.” 

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“Why did you wanna come here again?” Dean asked with a cocked brow as they strolled into the Mom and Pop diner. These things were all over the country, there was nothing special about them at this point. Sam shrugged and glanced down either end of the diner, “Nutella pancakes.” He muttered. Once his eyes settled on a booth tucked back into the far corner and the top of a head full of dark hair, he immediately started in that direction. “Hey, let's sit there.” Sam called back to Dean. He raised his brows and pursed his lips together, Sam never really cared about where they sat. Nor did he care about things like Nutella pancakes. “Mmmkay…” Dean mumbled as he followed Sam.

Cheryl anxiously tapped her fiery red fingernails on the simple white cup that held her coffee. She was excited to see Sam and Dean again, but also very nervous – she hoped that Dean would be happy to see her. But she knew that he wouldn't be happy to see her, and she understood why. She wouldn't be happy if he did this to her. Some part of her hoped that he still liked her, and found her pretty, especially now since she looked and was so different. Her hair is shorter and black now, she's much skinnier, and her wardrobe is impressive, to say the least. Being bedridden for months and having access to Carlos’ debit card made her shopping addiction a hundred times worse. Once she was able to be a person again, she started to visit bars more frequently, get wasted, and have sex with strangers – all because she was scared that she wasted her life. It wasn't until some guy offered her some coke that she snapped out of it, and boy was she ashamed of herself. Cheryl felt disgusted for letting herself have meaningless sex, that's not what it ever was to her. Sex is supposed to be intimate, and loving… you're supposed to do it with someone you care about – not random men and women. With whatever dignity she had left, she decided to stop having sex altogether until she was ready for something real. 

Carlos says that she should go to some AA meetings with him, but she hasn't been able to admit that she has a problem yet. 

She took a tiny sip of her coffee, enjoying the sweet taste that hit her tongue almost immediately. Cheryl set the cup down and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her heart nearly jumped into her throat when she saw Sam begin to pace over to her. He's here. He came – with Dean. She wondered what Sam must've told him to get him to come here. Cheryl quickly jumped to her feet to greet the two of them, an awkward smile on her face. “Hey…” She mumbled. 

Dean's eyes widened as soon as they landed on Cheryl, taking in her new appearance. She was much slimmer, had shoulder-length jet-black hair, and her outfit was – well. Different. Flared blue jeans paired with a tube top that matched her nails and a dark leather coat with tassels. Her accessories went well with it too, small white triangular sunglasses were perched on the top of her head, and she was wearing her infamous silver hoops. If he weren't gawking at her, he probably would've lost his shit much sooner. Finally, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. What the hell did she want? 

Cheryl sucked in a desperate breath when she saw Dean take a couple of steps back. “Please wait! Five minutes, please. I would just like to talk…” She begged. Sam frowned and turned to look at Dean, it was easy for him to voice his hate for Cheryl. He was always preaching how he didn't like her anymore and that he didn't like her all that much to begin with – but that was merely a lie. “C'mon, Dean.” He started. When Dean's accusing eyes meet Sam's, he grits his teeth. “Don't have any regrets,” Sam whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Don't have any regrets when you die is what he meant. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes before reluctantly going to sit at the booth. When he brushed past Sam, he sent him a glare. “I'm gonna kick your ass later for this.” He growled under his breath. 

Cheryl flashed the boys an awkward smile as she watched Dean gobble up the breakfast sandwich with extra bacon that she bought him. Sam was picking at his plate of eggs and toast, but he returned her smile. She glanced down at her thighs and tried to ignore her rapid heart rate that was causing her too much anxiety. “I'd like to start off by saying that I'm sorry,” She exhaled. “I… I didn't intend to abandon you guys, just after the crash and the coma… and then everything else… I was scared I guess. I felt weak and vulnerable – I thought you guys would've seen me differently. Like, you wouldn't think that I was a good hunter anymore or you wouldn't take me seriously.” She rambled. She clenched her fists, and let out a shaky breath, she hoped to God that Dean would listen and forgive her. “And not that this is any sort of excuse, but I got really bad there for a while. I wish I had gone about it better, I really do. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” Cheryl frowned. 

Dean sighed and screwed his eyes shut, while her explanation made sense, part of him couldn't bring himself to forgive her. “You could've told us.” He said, shaking his head. “You could've fucking told us what the hell was goin’ on with you rather than kickin’ us to the damn curb!” He nearly shouted. Cheryl blinked in surprise and swallowed hard, her lips pursing as she did. “Dean, I'm sorry. I really am. Can we talk more?” She asked gently. Dean scoffed and shook his head in disbelief, she didn't deserve the light of day – let alone his time. “Nah, as far as I'm concerned, your five minutes is up.” He grumbled before storming out of the diner. Cheryl's heart jumped into her throat, and her eyes glazed with tears as she watched Dean leave. She thought that she might be able to convince him to forgive her, but it turned out she was wrong. Sam sucked in a sharp breath and turned his full body to watch Dean leave. “I'll talk to him,” He comforted. He waved his hands and practically leaped out of his seat, and took a couple of steps backwards. “I will, okay? I'll call you later.” Sam said. Cheryl only nodded and hung her head, her hair masked her pained expression and the one tear that managed to slip. She felt stupid for believing that Dean would understand. 

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Cheryl's muffled sobs echoed off of the paper-thin walls in the motel room, her face was buried into one of the pillows on the bed. Carlos stroked her hair and brought his knees to his broad chest. “I'll fucking kill him.” He muttered under his breath, shaking his head. Cheryl shook her head wildly, “No!” She whimpered painfully. That was the last thing she wanted Carlos to do. “I deserve it, I shouldn't have left them…” 

“You don't deserve this shit, what the fuck are you talking about? You almost died trying to save his ungrateful ass, and this is how he's repaying you?” He growled as he gritted his teeth. 

“Stop!” She pleaded. She turned her head, squinting as the light made her sore eyes burn. She hadn't heard from Sam yet, and she's been crying since she got back from the diner. Cheryl wasn't sure how much time passed, but it felt like hours. 

“I miss him, Carlos.” Cheryl wavered as she tucked her hands under her chin. His lips thinned into a straight line, and his eyes softened, he knew how much she thought of him. Cheryl talked about Dean all the time, she'd tell stories – or talk about the things he liked. He couldn't believe that she was letting Dean treat her like trash, she had gone through every person's worst nightmare and he was adding onto it without a care in the world. “I know you do, I know.” Carlos sighed, even though he didn't understand why she did. Cheryl sniffled deeply and rubbed her eyes with closed fists. “He's just mad, he'll get over it.” She whispered. 

His jaw dropped, “You're gonna keep being friends with him after this?” 

“Of course, I will,” Cheryl scoffed as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. While she didn't like to admit it, Dean meant too much to her for her to give up their friendship like this. He changed her, and left his mark on her soul – no matter how much pain it sometimes caused. “He's my friend, we're just going through a tough time right now.” 

“Tough time is an understatement,” Carlos mumbled under his breath. 

Cheryl rolled her eyes and sniffled again as she wiped her eyes, cringing when she realized her mascara and eyeliner were smudged. “I'm gonna clean up and go out, don't wait up.” She sighed. Cheryl slid off of the edge of the bed, and ran her fingers through her tangled hair, ruffling it up a bit. Carlos raised his brows and his lips parted, “You're going out? To like a bar?” He asked. “Yeah, I need a fucking drink. Is that illegal?” She huffed out. Before Carlos could say anything else, she had locked herself in the bathroom and started running the shower. He knew she wasn't showering – she was just trying to ignore him. If her good qualities didn't make up so much for her few bad ones, he would've dropped her long ago. 

Once she was cleaned up, Cheryl changed into something more comfortable – sporting her infamous cherry red leather coat and black skinny jeans. While she owned a lot of clothes now, she still found herself going back to that one specific outfit. She tossed a lip balm into her chunky faux leather purse with silver chains as the handle. Cheryl also managed to shove her sketchbook inside, but she couldn't close the clasp, unfortunately. She wasn't quite used to carrying around a purse, she thought if she picked one that she liked the look of it'd be easier – she was sadly mistaken. Carlos cocked a brow and sat up on his elbows, his long legs sprawled out off of the edge of the bed. “When are you gonna be back?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to set her off and send her on some sort of bender because she was determined to prove a point. When it came to handling Cheryl and her obvious alcoholism, he had to be gentle. Cheryl shrugged, “Dunno, probably around 12. Don't wait up.” She replied. 

“Alright,” Carlos sighed. “I'll just stay here and be all lonely and depressed.” 

She chuckled softly, “Shut up you loser.” 

He groaned and slumped back into the mattress, rolling around dramatically as if to emphasize his point. Cheryl grinned and rolled her eyes playfully as she pulled her purse to hang comfortably on her shoulder. “Alright, bye now.” She mused. Carlos puckered his lips together and proceeded to make obnoxious kissing sounds. “Miss you already, baby cakes.” 

“Oh my God! Stop!” 

A good while after Cheryl left for one of the only two bars in the town, Carlos had set off on a mission of his own. He was gonna set Dean straight – preferably with violence but he doubted it'd go that way. All he had with him was a bat in the bed of his truck and that was all he needed. He reckoned from the stories that Cheryl told, all he had to do was merely threaten destroying his precious Impala to get his ass in line. 

He perused around town on the hunt for Dean's distinct Impala parked outside anywhere  – a motel would be preferable, but who knew what he was up to on a Friday night at nine. Carlos pursed his lips together as the little beaded swans and lilies that hung from the rearview mirror clashed together as he stopped at a red light. He had a little mouse that was attached to his keys as well, courtesy to Marisol. She loved all things that involved arts and crafts – she even ended up getting into candle making at some point. Carlos still had boxes full of random scented candles without labels littered around his house, he couldn't bring himself to get rid of them. It was the last thing Marisol made for him until she got too weak to do anything but lay in bed. Carlos swiped his tongue across his bottom lip and glanced around either end of the street. “Where is this little fucker?” He muttered under his breath. 

Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he managed to catch the sleek body of the Impala glinting under a streetlight in the parking lot of one of the trashiest motels in town. Without a second thought, Carlos swerved over the curb and a patch of grass into the parking lot, ignoring the various cars honking at him and people flipping him off. There was nothing that was going to get in his way now, he was going to teach Dean a lesson. A well-deserved one too. 

Carlos slammed the door shut and stomped towards the truck bed, fisting out the baseball bat eagerly. The bat was more for show, but if Dean put up a fight he'd be more than happy to. Maybe take out his kneecaps or perhaps a nice hit to the gut. Whatever he can manage to get, Cheryl said that Dean's a fast runner. 

Rather than having to go through the hassle of bribing the front desk clerk for where the Winchester's room was, he spent a lot more time than he'd like to admit knocking on each door. Carlos flashed the older-looking woman a nice smile, and discreetly tucked the bat behind his broad back. “Sorry miss, wrong room. Do you know which room the people who own the black Impala in the lot are staying in?” He asked. Her paper-thin thin drawn-on eyebrows shot up, and she poked her head out the door to peer down the sidewalk that led to another set of rooms. “Um, the two tall white guys?” She confirmed. Carlos nodded, “Yup, they're my buddies.” 

“Oh, uh, I think it's the far one. Room twenty-one or around that.” 

“Thank you so much, gorgeous.” Carlos grinned, sending her a flirtatious wink. The woman flushed and cupped her cheek, she swayed her hips giddily and returned his grin. “No problem, mister.” 

“See you around,” Carlos said before rushing down the walk. Shamelessly flirting with random people brought him a sense of joy, especially because he'd never see them again and it'd never go anywhere. He hoped to God that Marisol couldn't see him right now, he was not doing well and he would be ashamed if she were to see how he is. 

He knocked on the door of rooms nineteen and twenty, there was no answer. Twenty-one, no answer. Twenty-two, however, had a familiar grumbly voice groan from the inside of the room, and then there was shuffling towards the closed door. Carlos swallowed, and his jaw hardened, his grip on the bat tightened as the locks made clicking noises as who he hoped was Dean prepared to open the door. Then, he was suddenly face-to-face with the man responsible for Cheryl's tears. Carlos’ eyes narrowed, and Dean's eyes widened. He raised the end of the bat to his chin and his brows shot up, “I'm gonna fuck you up, bolillo.” 

“Shit!” Dean barked out in a panic. 

He attempted to force the door shut, but Carlos was a much bigger guy than him – he was at least six foot-five and had muscles that made him look even more menacing. Carlos simply urged the door open with his arm, and it flew back against the wall with a loud thud. There was a tiny hole in the wall that just barely gave them a glimpse of the fluffy pink insulation from where the doorknob smashed into it. There was no doorstopper, it was the motel's fault. Dean stumbled back and raised his hands in defense. “Woah! Dude! Calm down!” He practically shouted. Sam sprang from his spot on the edge of the bed and planted himself between the two of them. Dean had no chance against Carlos, especially if he had a bat. “Carlos! What's going on?!” Sam questioned. He grit his teeth, and once again pointed the bat toward Dean who poked his head out from behind Sam. “You're an ungrateful piece of shit!” Carlos yelled. 

Now, what the hell did that mean? 

“You feel good about yourself, huh? Constantly ignoring Cheryl, shitting on her, making her cry?!” He fumed, waving the baseball bat around to emphasize his point. Dean didn't move, he didn't speak. Of course, this was all about her, her guard dog. “She almost died trying to save your life in case you forgot! God forbid she has some feelings towards that! God forbid she does what she needs to do to heal!” 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That's not-” 

“It's not what? Hmm?” Carlos mocked. “You all butt hurt that the girl you had a fat crush on decided to care for her well-being over yours? Grow the fuck up!” 

“Carlos.” Sam pleaded. Carlos’ eyes snapped over to him in an instant, and he clenched his jaw. He desperately wanted to diffuse the situation between the two of them, he had been talking to Dean about Cheryl all day – convincing him to forgive her. He thought he had gotten pretty close until Carlos showed up. 

Carlos then sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head slowly. He had to calm down, if Cheryl found out that he got all violent with Dean, she'd attack him with a lot more than her words and a bat. “You were all she talked about, all she thought about. She felt awful about leaving you guys, and I got through sobs today when she explained to you why she left. And the fact that you can't get over yourself and be whatever you guys were before, is sad.” Carlos’ lips thinned, and his brows furrowed as Dean's sullen expression only grew worse. He hoped he felt guilty, he should feel guilty. “She deserves better, so either be better, or be a man, and cut it off properly.” 

Everyone was silent, the only sound in the room was the quiet ticking of the clock and electricity softly buzzing. Dean could hear his heart pounding in his ears, blood pumping, he was oddly aware of every hair on his body. He did feel guilty, he felt awful. He made Cheryl cry – and she was trying to help him when they all nearly died. The doctors said that she absorbed a lot of the impact in the crash, but due to his injuries from the demon, he was still in critical condition. And then, his Dad died. Because of him. For him. Suddenly, there was this overwhelming crushing weight on his chest. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, “Where is she?” He asked. “Cheryl, where is Cheryl?” He corrected as if neither of them would know who he was referring to. Carlos’ thinned to slits, it looked as if he were trying to blow Dean up with his mind. “What, you're gonna go and make her cry some more?” 

“No, no… I wanna – I'm gonna talk to her, and… say sorry n’ shit.” Dean reluctantly grumbled. Sam's eyes briefly widened, and he shot him a surprised look. But before Dean could see it, he quickly wiped it off of his face – he didn't want to discourage him. He had to be as neutral as possible about this if he wanted Dean to go through with it.

Carlos cocked a brow and looked him up and down. He was wary to believe him – but again, Cheryl would tell him if anything bad happened. “...The bar.” He answered simply. 

“Which one?” 

“Figure it out, there's only two. If you care, you'll find her.” Carlos snorted. He didn't know which one she was at, but it was funny to think about Dean running around like a headless chicken. It brought him great joy. Sam on the other hand was impressed that all it took was some yelling and name-calling to get Dean to stop being a prick. Maybe it had to come from Carlos all along though – he likely wouldn't listen to him if he were the one to yell at his stupid brother. Dean nodded once and threw his jacket on in a quick haste. He scooped up his car keys from the side table, and without a single word, he left on the hunt for Cheryl. 

Sam's eyes landed on Carlos as soon as the door clicked shut, overwhelmed with the feeling of sudden awkwardness. He didn't know what to say – or what to do even. He couldn't exactly ask him to leave without it being a little weird and impolite, so he waited for Carlos to do something. Carlos pouted his lips together and swung his arms back and forth. He sucked on his inner cheek, which made a loud squelching noise. “So…” He started. Carlos cleared his throat and glanced over at Sam. “You lift?” 

Dean sped down the road, he ignored a red light which earned him some rightful honks from other cars. He felt like he was driving around in circles – he couldn't remember where the bars in town were. Let alone what they were called. The radio crackled as the signal grew unsteady, his brows knitted together, and he gave it a hard smack. A static sound was omitted from the radio until it settled. It was quiet, and then a guitar began to softly riff – the beginning of Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi. Dean exhaled sharply, and grit his teeth as he reluctantly returned his eyes to the road. A bright red sign illuminated a shady parking lot full of motorbikes, and trucks. 

A bar. 

The Rosebud. 

There was no question about it, Cheryl was drinking at the Rosebud. He didn't even need to explain himself – why he knew she was there. It was plain obvious. Dean pulled into a parking spot, not caring whether or not he was parked within the lines. He didn't see Cheryl's bike anywhere, so he hoped that she either walked or got a car in the past year. 

Cheryl tilted her head as she shaded the ruffles in the dress that she had just drawn. She liked to work with ruffles and tulle, they were so fun to fluff up – especially to draw. Right now, she was working on a wedding dress. Floral lace on the bodice with little pearls that trailed along the sweetheart neckline. She wasn't sure if she should keep the pearls on the bodice however, she may scatter them around in the skirt instead. She tapped the end of the pencil against the page and finished off the rest of her rum and coke. She's had two drinks so far, she limited herself to four. The wooden stool she was sitting in that was placed at a tall round table was quite uncomfortable. Cheryl found herself constantly wiggling to relieve the ache in her lower back and her butt. She originally chose this table because it had a bowl full of pistachios in the middle of the table, and because it was tucked back in the corner away from prying eyes. 

Patrons chatted and laughed, making it difficult to hear what songs were playing over the speakers. Dean glanced around the bar, his eyes searching through the mass of people for a familiar face. For her face. He brushed past a woman with a head full of frizzy blonde hair and obnoxious dangly earrings with red tassels. She sent him a look that was asking for him to talk to her – take her to bed, and while he was tempted, he'd rather not. He flashed her a polite grin before continuing to push through the crowd. Finally, his eyes skimmed past Cheryl parked in the corner of the room sitting at a table alone. His heart clenched and he sucked in a breath, she had her nose in some sort of book – maybe she was writing or researching a case. Dean swallowed the growing lump in his throat and pursued forward. Now that he was closer and he wasn't busy being mad at her, he thought that she looked very beautiful. 

“Can I buy the pretty lady a drink?” He smirked as he claimed the spot across from her. Cheryl's eyes widened, and her lips parted, her head snapped up in an instant and she was overwhelmed with the feeling of relief. “What?” She breathed. Dean waggled his brows and shrugged his shoulders, “You still drink whiskey?” He asked. Cheryl nodded slowly and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Uh, yeah. Sometimes.” 

“Oh yeah? What are you into now?” 

“Rum and coke… sometimes tequila.” 

“Oh, sweet. Tequila comes from Mexico, right?” 

“Yes, originally…” Cheryl trailed off. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she set the pencil down onto her sketchbook. “What are you doing here? I thought – I thought you hated me.” She said hoarsely. Dean sighed and bowed his head like he was ashamed. Ashamed that he made her think such a thing. “Nah, I don't hate you. I was just… pissed off.” 

Cheryl snorted, “Really? I couldn't tell.” 

“Look, I… I dunno, I was hurt I guess… and pissed off that you left us.” Dean started. He was ready to apologize for being unnecessarily rude to her. She had already apologized more than enough times to him if he included all of the texts and voice-mails she sent him over the recent months. Cheryl's lips thinned, and she nodded slowly in understanding. “I know, I know I hurt you and I'm so sorry for that Dean.” She said softly. He rubbed his chin and screwed his eyes shut, she kept saying sorry. All she did was say sorry for something that wasn't even that bad – she was healing the way she needed to. “Nah… I get it, I get it. I would've done the same thing if I was in your situation probably.” He muttered, shaking his head to dismiss her apology. 

“Really?” 

“Honestly? Yeah, I would have.” 

Then, there was an awkward silence between the two of them. They hadn't seen each other in a while, hadn't spoken – they weren't sure what to talk about or how to act. Cheryl had her eyes fixed on her sketchpad and vigorously bounced her knee. Dean tilted his head and raised his brows as his gaze settled on her drawing. It was good – very good and detailed, it looked like it came straight out of a fashion magazine. “Holy shit, did you draw that?” He blurted out. Cheryl flushed before nodding, she was very secretive about her art. She didn't think it was that good, and she was quite insecure about her creations. She worried that people might not think they are pretty or original, or worse – she lacks talent. “Oh, um, yeah. Do you like it?” She asked shyly as she slid it across the table for him to inspect. 

Dean's brows shot up and he pursed his lips together, it looked amazing – the shading that provided the look of texture and shadow made it look almost 3D. “Hell yeah, this is great, Cheryl. You got any more?” 

“Si, I do.” She smiled. “You can flip through it, don't judge though – some of it is bad.” 

“I doubt that,” He scoffed as he leafed through the pages of her sketchbook. Most of her designs were dresses – cocktail dresses, black tie dresses, wedding dresses, and prom dresses galore. Dean pointed to a hot pink dress that was coloured in with glittery pen and had a high slit up to the thigh, “See, now that's sexy.” 

“Yeah, I was going for slutty Barbie.” She grinned. Dean chuckled and he had a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. He's missed her humour, and he hadn't even realized it. “Well, you definitely got that. I like slutty Barbie.” He winked. Cheryl rolled her eyes playfully and brushed him off, “Typical man.” She teased. 

They fell into another spell of silence, but this time it was comfortable, natural. Cheryl tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled faintly. “I missed you.” She confessed as she clasped her hands together in her lap. Dean matched her smile and nodded slowly, he was glad that she missed him. Secretly, he missed her too. He had the occasional dream about her, usually after he drank, and that made him miss her despite his anger towards her at the time. “You gonna stick around? …Like before? Riding around and huntin’ monsters?” 

Cheryl cocked her head, “Do you want me to?” 

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #spnfandom #dean winchester x oc #Spotify

[caernua]

re: your arcana post - i literally don't even go here but i live for drama.... if you were ever to do a video essay or even just a write up in a post about the situation.... i want to know what happened, can't resist 👀👀

oh my goodd it's so eerie to explain it to someone who wasn't involved but this silly little mobile dating sim was just an initial passion project from a small team of employees of an indie game developer that was basically given six weeks to turn in something completely self-indulgent and it quickly got a backing on kickstarter around 2016-2017? beyond that it was quite a classic case of a project becoming more famous than its creators expected and it turns into a bit of a mess bc of their lack of experience. and by that i mean they got very close to the fans, and that's bound to open a can of worms. they used to make weekly q&as and you can't imagine what an exciting event that was, oh my god literally everyone was in a discord server losing their shit bc the devs had opened the askbox and we could ask the stupidest questions in the world about their characters and they would answer bc frankly they were very funny and the characters were all like... established in a funny enough way that it was so easy to make good jokes about them.

and i think what makes it very interesting is that the fandom was actually pretty small, but it felt HUGE. those q&as seemed like the most viral posts you could run into when you logged on tumblr but really most of them had a couple thousand notes at best, even when the arcana was at its most popular. it was literally like living in a small village where everybody knew EVERYBODY. if you posted something, high chance everyone in the fandom would see and reblog. it was like a hive mind.

also part of the reason why it felt so huge was bc everyone was churning out fan content like CRAZY, i don't think there was ever any fandom i've personally been in where i've seen so many people create so much damn stuff and frankly i think it's one of its strongest features. idk what it is about this game but everytime i revisit it inspires me so much, suddenly i wanna pick up my tablet after months, i wanna try writing again, etc. it's just wonderful at urging you to create and i have no idea how one even achieves that.

but yea the fandom slowly disappeared partly due to controversies, some of the creators were found to have been into some questionable stuff back in their not so olden days and they stepped away from the limelight, afterwards i believe a lot of the team stepped away from the game altogether. but it was weird because the controversies were constant, not just towards the creators but also within the fandom itself 💀 and given the huge volume of them they of course ranged from reasonable criticism especially regarding the representation of the characters of color, or the absurd microtransaction to stuff like 'his eyes are drawn bigger in this cg so the artists wanted to make him look like a child so this game caters to pedos actually' dkjgdkfj i saw some CRAZY takes and the bad faith criticism definitely overshadowed the reasonable voices in my opinion, it was not balanced at all. they stopped doing the q&as, the posts they made on their official tumblr became way more sanitized, and actually in a way so did some aspects of the game, and little by little it grew quieter.

and now it's... silent. but it's so near and dear to my heart, i think it's an absolutely wonderful game and what i love about it the most is how much it inspires people to create. and i think the reason why is bc unlike in many games like this (at least i think, i'm not sure cause i haven't played many) your character doesn't just suddenly meet every love interests. they have a connection to some of the love interests and a past they don't remember so it's very interesting to peel those layers back, BUT because it's your character the story stays quite vague about the past. so it's incredibly fun to speculate, to create a backstory, etc! that's i think one of my favorite things about it and it's not a coincidence that arcana went on to inspire some fans to venture into the visual novel genre as creators themselves.

and yea overall it just felt like a close positive community (well. mostly really, we are talking about a fandom on tumblr here so) and a super creative and inspiring one. the jokes were super fun, the art was top notch, the writing was also good. so yea i kinda miss it and it's sad to see how empty it seems now? like i see people from 2020 onward go 'ohh i just discovered this game' and i'm like... MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD... YOU HAVE NO IDEA.... YOU HAD TO BE THERE.... and ig i didn't really answer your question bc i kind of glossed over the drama but i went through the whole phenomenon bc i think it was. really interesting to witness 🫡

#can't believe i'm blogging about the arcana in the year of our lord 2023... 2024 almost #anonymous #asks

[devildom-drabbles]

Here's a request (not do feel obligated to do this at all if you don't want to :D)

Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Satan react to:

MC (a smart student) getting an F on their test

And when they get questioned about it they say:

"... What are you going to do about it? Hang me up to the ceiling? Are you going to call me stupid, useless, idiot, scumbag, a disgrace to this family, an embarrassment? Are you going to punish me?"

And how ever they answer MC will continue

"Why or why not? I'm 'stupid' like Mammon now and now that I embarrassed and tainted diavolo's reputation, you will treat me the way you treat mammon because it's 'deserved' for my stupidity, right?"

"And then they turn away towards the door, "I hate you demon's who think it's ok to mentally/psychologically/emotionally abuse their brother. Their OWN brother! And yet can turn a blind eye for some human. Treat mammon better, the lot of you!!"

(I love you btw and would wanna platonic-ly marry you)

(Oh my, Anon. 😳  Let’s at least platonic-ly go out to dinner first.  Hehe, thank you for your sweet words.)  It was interesting to think about how these boys would react to MC getting angry at them about this. A bit of angst ahead, just to forewarn you all.  I hope I did this prompt justice.  Enjoy!

How would Lucifer, Leviathan, Asmodeus, and Satan react to MC criticizing how they treat Mammon?

As part of his weekly routine to assess his brothers’ and the human exchange student’s progress at RAD, Lucifer had just asked MC to come to his study to look at their most recent exam results.  He was relaxed since he expected to see only high marks from the academically skilled human, but that quickly changed when they handed him a paper with a failing grade written boldly at the top of it.  Considering this was a rarity, he wasn't upset, but he did want to know the reason behind it, his ever-stoic expression masking the twinge of worry he felt.  “Care to explain this?” he inquired.  Rather than an answer, he was met with MC’s sudden line of questioning, and his concern grew at the thought that something had happened to them recently to cause this unusual behavior.  He lowered his eyebrows as he calmly explained, “A punishment would only be necessary if you were neglecting your studies or chose not to put any effort in while taking the exam.  But I’ve seen what you’re capable of and all that you’ve accomplished since your arrival in the Devildom, so I have no reason to believe that this was intentional.”  The outburst that followed had shocked him even more than their low test score.  Was that really how MC viewed his relationship with Mammon?  After a moment of thought, he supposed that’s how it could be seen from an outsider’s perspective.

In truth, despite his frequent harsh words, he cared deeply for his younger brother who he could always rely on in serious situations and was competent in anything he set his mind to, and he’s felt this way since their days together in the Celestial Realm.  But Mammon was also a troublemaker who preferred to leap without thinking, take the easy way out of things, and would secretly sell others’ belongings just for a little extra cash, which, in Lucifer’s mind, made him deserving of the negative comments and punishments he received.  The intention wasn’t to abuse Mammon, but rather to make him aware of his detrimental choices and, ideally, deter him from repeating these kinds of actions.  But without saying any of this aloud before the human retreated from his study, how would MC ever know?  The Avatar of Pride rubbed his temple with a sigh, a new headache beginning to gnaw at him.  It’d be difficult, but he’d have to think of a way to explain this to MC, and if they were still upset with him afterward, then that was their decision.  Plus, there was still the matter of why they flunked their recent exam, so a conversation with them needed to happen sooner rather than later.  For now though, he needed to continue checking everyone else’s test scores, and lo and behold, it was Mammon’s turn.  The second-born was expecting a couple thousand lashing for his low grades shortly after being called to come to the study, but instead he just received a warning for a punishment if he were to perform poorly again next time.

Leviathan could feel his mouth gape open as he stared wide-eyed back at MC, the blue lights from his bedroom aquarium illuminating their agitated features.  All he could think about was how stupid he was for even mentioning the test score he accidentally saw sticking out of MC’s school bag, his words fumbling out in a panic to assure them that he wouldn’t treat them differently just because they failed an exam.  “Besides,” he added, “your score is still probably better than Mammon’s--”  His lips immediately sealed shut when the human resumed their argument, bringing up his treatment of Mammon as well.  Seriously, could he not say anything right today?!  Once he heard MC utter the words “I hate you” toward the end of their declaration, Levi wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never return, not even having the willpower to beg them to wait before they shut his bedroom door behind them.  After a bit of self-loathing, a different type of anger began to boil within Levi.  ...Stupid Mammon.  Stupid Mammon!  It’s Mammon’s fault that MC was angry with him!  Why was MC--his best friend, his Henry--defending that scumbag anyway?!  It wasn’t fair!  Mammon didn’t deserve their kindness!  If that no-good, thieving, idiot of a brother of his would just--!!  

Levi paused when he heard a collection of things clatter to the floor, only then noticing that he had turned into his demon form and whacked some of his figurines down from a shelf with his tail.  He panicked as he examined their condition.  He was prepared to summon Lotan if he found even a single scratch on any of the rare collectibles, like this one of Ruri-chan that was released in a contest to celebrate the announcement of the anime’s second season and only ten of them were made--  He stopped himself completely as he recalled how this figurine wouldn’t even be in his possession if it weren’t for Mammon.  The crafty demon had somehow managed to locate one of the contest winners and win the figurine in a bet he made with them in order for Levi to have it.  As the otaku’s eyes scanned over his shelves of games, books, and collectibles, he realized that quite a handful of these items that he cherished were there thanks to Mammon.  He then thought about a variety of other things that Mammon had done for him in just the past one hundred years alone.  Despite their squabbles, Levi supposed the greedy demon wasn’t the worst brother ever, so he could try to treat him a little better.  But that didn’t mean that he forgave Mammon for all the money he still owed him and all of the belongings he sold behind his back!  ...Ugh, this was going to be hard, but the Lord of Shadow would do anything for his Henry, so he had to give it his best.  Time to remend his friendship with MC and be a bit nicer to Mammon!

Asmodeus had invited MC to his room for a spa night as a way to relieve his stress from the test-filled week at RAD.  The two of them were in the middle of taking off their face masks when Asmo was complaining about how he only just barely got a passing grade after all the studying he did for one of the exams, which prompted him to remark how MC likely passed with flying colors as usual.  His glowing smile faltered when he noticed how the human’s attitude changed while admitting that they had failed that exam.  He was about to reassure them when they started questioning what negative reactions he would have toward them as a result of their poor grade.  “MC, do you really think I would ever say or do such terrible things to you?” he asked with a frown.  “It breaks my heart to hear you even suggest that.”  The latter half of their comeback was enough to shatter his heart entirely--seeing them so upset was troubling enough to him, but the fact that he was part of the reason they were feeling this way made it even worse.  He called their name pleadingly, reaching a hand out as he took a few steps toward them, but his words fell on deaf ears as they left his room without looking back.

As he collapsed onto his bed, Asmo wondered if he and his brothers were really that cruel to Mammon.  He could agree that they weren’t nice to him all of the time, but their frustration with him was justifiable, right?  Like the other day, Mammon had wanted to “borrow” some of his clothing and ended up selling them on Devilcari!  Wasn’t it only fair that he called his greedy brother a “scumbag” among other similar terms and ratted him out to Lucifer so he’d be punished for such a heinous crime?  Honestly, Asmo couldn’t believe he had someone like that for a brother!  Has there ever been a time where Mammon didn’t think about money first?!  ...Oh, well, he wasn’t like that in the Celestial Realm.  Back then, Asmo recalled, Mammon was someone he could depend on, even stepping in to protect him on numerous occasions when he did something wrong.  And although the second-born would grumble about it, Mammon ultimately would help him with whatever he asked for.  Actually, he still does that.  Mammon will pick up the beauty products Asmo wants even though he’s out shopping for himself; Mammon has helped him record videos and take photos for his social media accounts; Mammon could get both of them into invite-only parties, and he really is a lot of fun to hang out with during them--  Okay, maybe he wasn’t such a bad brother after all.  In fact, if he wasn’t around, things just wouldn’t be quite as exciting.  Asmo blew air up at his long bangs in defeat.  He’d have to properly apologize to MC and Mammon for his behavior, but first he needed to freshen up so he looked his best.  In any case, when Mammon causes him grief in the future, Asmo will at least try to avoid using jeering words.

Satan had decided to join MC in the House of Lamentation’s library, taking a seat next to the human as they did their homework while he did some student council work on his laptop.  The peaceful atmosphere he so cherished came to an abrupt end the moment he asked MC if he could look at their Devildom Law test that they got back earlier--he knew that they always did well on the exams, and since he had gotten a few questions wrong on his test, he wanted to see if they had the correct answers.  An uncomfortable silence fell over the human as they held out the test toward him.  Satan immediately realized what the issue was upon seeing all the red x’s and scribbles written on the front page alone, but before he could offer to go over content together as a way to help them, MC was already guessing what his response would be.  His initial surprise from their remarks gradually shifted into a mix of confusion and annoyance the longer they went on.  “Excuse me?” he questioned them, aware that he’d lose his temper if he stayed quiet.  “Why are you comparing yourself to Mammon?  And worse than that, you seem to be assuming that I’d react the way that Lucifer does whenever we get in trouble.  I’m not him, and you’re not Mammon.  What exactly has brought this on, MC?”

The truth came out as the human gathered their items and moved to exit the library.  Wanting to confront the issue rather than letting it stew, Satan grabbed their arm before they could leave.  “Now hold on a minute,” he demanded.  “You do realize that demons aren’t exactly known for being kind, right?  Mammon can be quite ruthless when he wants to be, too.  He may treat you differently because he likes you, but that’s not how he is with everyone.”  He loosened his grip on MC’s arm.  “Look, you haven’t known Mammon for as long as my brothers and I have, but I know you’ve seen how he usually acts.  He’s always in an endless cycle of gambling away what little money he has and then stealing what he can--even from his own brothers--or using other underhanded means just to get more of it.  And because of that, he’s got debt collectors and witches alike trying to track him down on a daily basis, and even we get roped into fixing his messes or suffering the consequences of his actions, like when we were forced to work as bunny boys.  He also never learns from his mistakes and doesn’t care about schoolwork either.  That’s why he ends up on the receiving end of Lucifer’s punishments far more often than the rest of us.  When you lay out these facts, doesn’t it make sense why we’re constantly so frustrated with him?”  

MC’s unwavering glare made Satan sigh.  “Even so,” he continued, “I guess I can’t deny that my brothers and I can be rather harsh toward him most days.  It’s basically a habit for us to toss out an “idiot” or “scumbag” despite him not doing anything at the time.  But we don’t actually hate him, nor do we want to abuse him.  He’s Lucifer’s favorite little brother without a doubt; the twins love it when he coddles them, no matter what they may say otherwise; he’s one of the first demons Asmo likes to go to with gossip or for input on the latest fashion trends; Levi is usually excited whenever he wants to play video games with him, and he keeps lending Mammon money even though he’s rarely ever paid back; and as for myself...”  The Avatar of Wrath smiled bashfully.  “Well, I’m grateful for the times he’s helped me to calm down and avoid slipping into my demon form.  I’ve also lost track of how many times he’s gotten us things that we really wanted and would try to brush it off like he obtained them by ‘coincidence.’  Mammon...looks out for us in his own way.  He’s a strange sort of rock in this family that bounces back from whatever is thrown at him.  ...Maybe...that’s why we don’t feel bad when we ridicule him?”  Satan pondered for a moment.  “All right, I get it, MC.  We let ourselves go too far in our treatment toward him.  I’ll talk to the others about what you said, but I doubt we’re all going to magically change our behavior overnight, just like Mammon hasn’t changed in all these years.  So, give us some time, okay?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Bookstore 2

Warnings: None as yet.

Summary: A mysterious strangers comes to your bookstore.

Character: Jorah Mormont (Modern AU)

This is for my Jorah Bean, they know who they are ;) and to anyone else who likes this teddy bear. Darkness to come, promised. As well, as usual, as I so desperately beg of you, please let me know what you think. Love!

Cardinal’s Cafe is busy as you wait in line for your noon time cappuccino. You hoped to take a longer break from the store as your eyes were starting to get tired from squinting at your weekly sales spreadsheet. You could just go upstairs to your apartment above the shop but that only made it harder to go back.

You step up and take your mug from Doris. You forgot you said ‘for here’. You’re stuck now and there’s nowhere to sit. You back up and look around, drawn by subtle movement to your right. You glance over as your name lilts off the man’s tongue.

“I’ve a seat available if you don’t mind the company,” Jorah offers as he stands, an open palm towards the other chair at the table for two.

“Only if you don’t mind,” you answer sheepishly, “it’s packed in here, huh?”

“Please,” he comes around and pulls out the chair for you. It’s not entirely peculiar in the town of retirees.

You place your cup down and sit as his fingers unintentionally brush your sleeve. He steps around you and resumes his seat across from you, framing the saucer beneath his cup with his long fingers. You warm your hands against the sides of the porcelain mug and sniff as you look out the window.

“I was on my way to the shop actually,” he intones, drawing your attention back, “I finished the books. I think I underestimated my free time.”

“Oh? Any good?”

“The first was a fun romp but the second… not entirely a satisfying end,” he takes a sip of his black tea, “do you know if the food is any good here?”

“That’s kind of a subjective question but I don’t mind it. I tend to go more for the bakery but… I’m cutting back on all that.”

“Sweet tooth?”

“Deadly,” you confirm and dare a sip of your cappuccino, carefully not to singe your tongue.

“How about Medley’s? The restaurant?”

“It’s not bad,” you nod, “I mean, there’s not much choice around here, is there? As long as you have a strong stomach.”

“Oh?”

“It’s also the deli and they butcher their own meat. They’re hardly shy about it.”

“Ah, I will keep that in mind.”

“Pretty slow everywhere here,” you say, “I hope you’re serious about retirement.”

“Slow is nice. Safe,” he says as he leans back and fixes his lapel, “how did you end up here?”

You smile, “how do you know I’m not from here?”

“That could be an answer.”

You take another drink and eye the coffee cake in the display, wondering if it’s worth it to get up and order. “My grandmother owned the shop before me. Put my name on it herself. She needed a caretaker and I just finished uni at the time.” He listens intently, planting his elbow on the table and steepling his fingers beneath his chin, the soft fuzz grazing along his fingertips, “she had a couple years left but they were rough.”

“I’m sorry,” he says mournfully, “I know how hard loss can be.”

“It’s life,” you swallow your emotion. “I’m sure you know. What about you? You got a family in tow? A partner?”

His cheek dimples and he pulls his hands apart, showing his left and wiggling his bare ring finger, “never got to that part. Just me. Lonely old man.”

“Free,” you correct him, “means you can just do whatever you want.”

“And you? Are you… free?”

Your brows nearly meet as you consider his question. It’s harmless. At least twenty years between you, he’s being polite. Like Ruth does when she asks about your love life. If you can call it that.

“Was in something long-distance for a while. Didn’t wanna leave the shop so that’s that,” you tap your fingers on the handle of your mug, “so guess I am too.”

“We should start a club,” he kids, “we don’t have to quilt or anything.”

You can’t help but chuckle and give another longing look to the case of cakes and pastries. Your mouth waters and you drown the temptation with a taste of espresso.

“Looks good,” he comments and you guiltily retract your stare.

“What?”

“The cake.”

“Like I said, cutting back.”

“Yes, you did, but it’s okay to still have some.”

“Don’t tempt me, please.”

“Ah, but it’s fun,” his blue eyes gleam.

You shake your head, “really, I’m not–”

“Oh, you must be the new one,” you’re interrupted as Diane blusters over from the counter, “well, look at you. How dashing, you are!”

You look up as she gives a flirty smile and slurps from the plastic lid. Diane’s the type to fill the shop with her voice as she recounts the filthiest gossip. You glance at Jorah as he maintains a courteous veneer.

“Hello,” he says evenly.

“But I see you’ve already hopped on the young one,” she sneers, “bit old, aren’t ya?”

“Di,” you warn, “we’re just talking.”

“Right, right, I’ve not even introduced myself. Diane. I run the local book club and the founder’s lodge.”

“Founder’s lodge?” Jorah wonders though hardly sounded interested.

“Yes, very exclusive. We arrange local events. We’ve had art installations and the like. We also run the Christmas market.”

“Fun,” he muses dully and empties his cup.

“You didn’t tell me your name, handsome?”

“You’ve not stopped talking about yourself long enough to let me,” he stands and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “if you’d excuse us, we were having a conversation before you waltzed in. I’m certain you’ve got some important task to do for the Founder’s Lodge or what have you.”

“Why I– Oh, feisty.”

“If you would,” he gestures past her, “I’d like to get through.”

“I am being polite, sir, the least you can do is tell me your name,” she says, aghast.

“Polite isn’t interrupting a stranger, now if you would kindly move, I would like to claim that last slice of cake,” he waits only a moment before stepping around her decisively.

She juts her jaw out at the affront and scoffs. Her eyes fall on you and she sniffs, “hm, he must be rich, eh? Just like nana.”

She spins, spilling some coffee on herself as she storms towards the door. There’s some chatter as the door chimes and you peek over at Jorah as he stands unaffected in line, coolly taking out his wallet as he moves up to the till. Well, you don’t expect you’ll be hosting any book club meetings at the shop soon.

#jorah mormont #drabble #dark jorah mormon #jorah mormont x reader #dark!jorah mormont #game of thrones #au #dark drabble #dark!drabble #modern au #series

[ctheathy]

Hi !! Im not sure if my request sent but is it alright if I could ask for a miko (fnf skyverse) with a fem reader thats addicted to tiktok??

Skyverse anon

Miko[Sidney] w/ Tiktok addict!Reader

Miko x Reader

Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: I appreciate seeing you back here, darling~!

Miko/Reader [Romantic//Platonic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

None~!!

Miko has her own guilty pleasures herself, so she’s absolutely not gonna be taken aback by how much time you spend on your phone, your eyes glued onto your screen and just scrolling through Tiktok with no care in the world. In fact, I can see her finding it rather cute and enjoying the fact that you have your own hobbies to be passionate about. I mean, she used to be so attached to Friday Night Funkin' and obsessed with the game before you came around and pulled her into a healthier mindset. As long as it’s not affecting you in a negative mannered way; she’s going to be right beside you, enjoying every second of it while supporting you with whatever you wanna do on it and in any way she can.

There’s a massive chance that besides the activities and interests she’s all over herself, she’s quite a massive fan of the app as well. She’s been there ever since the beginning and stuck with it as soon as it became popular over all platforms. Your own devotion to it catches her a little by surprise, but she has no bad feedback over it either. In fact, she enjoys it to severe extents more than anything. It gives her a sense of connection with you and something she’s able to relate with. Among the topic, you two definitely just grow accustomed to your little lifestyle of Tiktok in no time and with ease nonetheless.

The conversations you both hold on a daily basis usually just goes towards one direction, but it seems to make you happy; so Miko happily goes along with it. You two just talk about the latest trends you’ve crossed paths with, some small hacks and tips you’ve came across for your daily routine, some of the satisfying and comforting videos incase either of you are feeling down and much, much more. You are certainly also one to gossip over the newest popular feeds that popped up in your recommendations. All it takes is one glance and you two will have another topic to gabble about for the next week. Having all nighters together on call through the entire time you both should be sleeping is a must. Usually resulting in you just laughing and giggling the night away.

I guarantee you that you two have at least a weekly schedule about what you two are gonna be doing on the app together. One day you both do these dancy dances in front of the camera while on the other you two just spend your time by scrolling in your free time. You two are really just two dorks who spend all of your time online, blabbering with one another and just having the time of your lives. Something I can also picture is that you both kind of grow this secret communication speech with one another. Just due to how much you both spend your time on the app, you get a little bit too used to the mannerisms and ways of talking the other other online users utilize. It grows to a point where those around you have literally no idea what the hell you’re rambling about. But at this rate, you both are so deep into your lifestyles where nothing can pull you out.

And you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

#friday night funkin #fnf #fnf miko #fnf sky #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #miko x reader #sky x reader #skyverse mod #skyverse #fnf mod #skyverse anon