#i just wanted a lil kinda angsty piece

[starry-bi-sky]

Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #also courtesy of my good friend the-navistar-carol danyal is very 'paul revere' by noah kahan coded. you should def give it a listen if you #have the time. the lyrics go HARD look: 'but I'm in my car and I see the yard. the patch of grass where we buried the dog and the world- #makes sense behind a chainlink fence. if i could leave i would've already left.' AND 'and when they ask me who i am. i'll say i'm not from #around here.' like absolutely go take a listen if you have the time. #if anyone were to see him while he's talking to the necklace they might see him crying once or twice. but that's not possible. #al ghuls do not cry.

[nanaminsmoon]

hiiii, so sorry if this is a lil long but bare w me pls, i love ur writing btw <3

ok: reader & plug!ony broke up about a year ago bc of something ony did (something bad but not like 100% unforgivable) but the feelings never left. he’s been tryna get her back over the year but she wasn’t budging cus she hadn’t seen any growth. recently tho she’s noticed he’s growing & she misses him. then at a function, she sees him pop out w a new girl & all their friends are staring at her like waiting for a reaction and in a littleee moment of jealousy, she goes up to ony like “you’re mine for life right?” and he jumps away from the other girl so fast like he BEEN waiting on this news 😭😭

omg thank you!! i was about to write something just like this but this is so much better!! i hope you like it and i'm sorry it took so long i just wanted it to be okay😭

cw: kinda angsty, oral (f receiving), car sex, ony calls reader 'ma', n word usage, mentions of breeding.

wc: 3913

atonement is hardly ever easy, and ony knew that first-hand. closing the gap between you and the person you once held closest to you can, surprisingly, be very difficult. even if a year of ‘separation’ is spent showing up at your ex-lovers’ door, or workplace, nail tech, or hair lady’s house. sometimes getting back to where you once where is needlessly difficult. especially if your definitions of said place are vastly different.

from the outside looking in, you and ony’s relationship had been picture perfect. he loved you as much as you loved him, and he wasn’t shy about it. everyone knew not to even look at you wrong, because they knew that they would have ony to deal with—and no one fucked with ony’s girl. except for him. because that picture had been held by a fraudulent frame; purposely hung over the large dent in your relationship. that being, his occupation.

from small kickbacks, to rich white kids who want to snort rebellion off their house keys, everyone had one thing in common—ony. no party started until ony got there and, as happy as you were for him, that didn’t come without its burdens. ony was almost always out dealing, giving you very little quality time to hang out. on the few occasions you got his undivided attention for more than a few hours, your peace would be interrupted by the ear-splitting noise erupting from his stupid nokia burner phone.

of course, small huffs of disappointment would slip past your lips when he told you that he had to leave. but you were used to it now, and that’s what helped ony sleep at night; knowing that you had become inured to his disconcerting disappearances, and abrupt reappearances. you knew that other people needed him, even if it meant that your needs were temporarily pushed aside. one time you had asked him, why it always had to be him that they called, and his response had been:

”my shit is the best, ma.”, said through a chortle, as he put his shoes on by your front door.

”i get that, but what about me?”, your arms crossed, as you tilted your head at your man—ony’s weakness. once you did that, with that look in your eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. but tonight, his priorities were different.

just let me do what i gotta do, and i’ll come right back to you. then i’m yours for the whole night.”, he had reassured, kissing your temple.

”just for the night?”, you scoffed.

”for life. now stay here, and i’ll be back.”, and that would appease you for the evening. but there’s only so much cracking one heart can do, before no adhesive can keep it whole, and it shatters into a million pieces. that night, you stripped yourself of ony’s shirt you had been wearing, and threw it into the corner of your bedroom; it smelt too much like him, and you hated it.

harmless hatred became deep disdain on the evening of your birthday. you had organised a dinner for a few of your closest friends and family, and had vehemently stressed to ony that he had to be there on time. because, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t just be wasting your time, but he’d be wasting that of those closest to you as well. and he had promised you that if there’s something that had to be handled during the time of your dinner, he’d get connie or eren to do it so he could be with you. but 15 minutes of waiting for him became 30. and 30 soon became an hour, and your friends grew reasonably irate due to hunger. so you said they could order, and you’d just call ony one more time. but in a time where all you wanted to hear was your boyfriend’s voice, all you were met with was rings on the other line. that sound resounded all over the side of your face. and that feeling grew once the realisation hit that had you been a client, he wouldn’t have let the phone ring for more than five seconds. and that gave you a lot to think about.

you didn’t know how long the dinner lasted because your focus had remained on keeping your tears from falling into your food. you hated how pitiful you looked, lifting your head up every time someone walked into the restaurant, and the crestfallen expression that landed on your face each time you saw it wasn’t ony. it made no sense to you how the man who swore he would do anything for you, the man who placed a band on your ring finger, promising you that one day he’d marry you. the man who swore he had never loved anyone more than you, refused to put you before something so fleeting.

ony finally did show up though…two hours after the dinner had ended. heartbroken cries in your bedroom, had constantly been interrupted by calls coming from ony’s contact. but every single one went unanswered; he needed to feel what you felt when he had embarrassed you in front of your loved ones. though mere missed calls could never compare to the taste of your celebratory dinner food meshing awkwardly with the swallowed cries in your throat, you had to make him feel a morsel of the anguish he had put you through.

if ony could’ve gone full 2000s rnb music video; shirtless, singing outside your window with his chain blowing in the windy rain, he would’ve done. he would’ve even started throwing pebbles if he could, but your apartment was too high on your building. so he just settled on incessantly pressing the button next to your door number. and, after the nth try, you opened the door for him and he ran inside—pressing the elevator button a thousand times once he got in. and, just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened. and you stood on the other side, utterly unimpressed; bonnet on, your own pyjamas (instead of one of his shirts), and eyes reddened by tears. the impact caused by his heart unceremoniously dropping to the pit of his stomach caused a soft sigh to leave his mouth. then his lips began moving to explain himself.

“look, i'm sorry. i lost track of ti—”, his explanations were waved off—your own thoughts outweighing whatever he had to say to you.

“we're done, ony.”, was all you said to him before closing the door, and ony’s brain turned off, then back on again because what the fuck did you just say??

“y/n, open the door”, he banged on the door. and, not wanting any noise complaints, you opened it.

“what?”, you scowled.

“the fuck you mean done? talk to me”, ony’s hand reached out to yours, but quickly retreated when you pulled back from him. you had never done that; even when you were mad at him, you at least gave him a chance to get back into your good books again.

“you missed my birthday dinner, ony”, your voice was small, tears about to fall yet again.

“i know, and i'm sor—”,

“two years in a row.”,

“like i said, i'm sor—”,

“and my graduation, the party we had when i finally got my drivers license, the lunch you promised me on my first day at my new job. and you were meant to be my date at my sisters wedding.”, every example was punctuated by your fingertip harshly poking at his chest, and the tears just started falling on their own.

“i'm sorry, y/n”, ony’s voice started cracking, as his hand embraced the hand you had been poking him with.

“sorry isn't good enough anymore, ony. i deserve someone who prioritises me”,

“but everything i do is for us.”, he kissed your hand, “imma use this money to buy you ever—”,

“do you not understand that i don't want your money or gifts? i want you, ony.”, your breathed out, exasperation deeply set in your voice, and in your slumping posture, “anyone could give me bags and shoes, ony. but only you could give me your time. but you won’t, and that's the problem”

“so what, this is it?”,

“until you figure yourself out, yeah.”, you slid your hand from him, “it pains me because i love you so much, but i can’t keep living like this. if you're not ready for a girlfriend then you should've never got with me”

“but i am ready”, he pleaded.

“then act like it.”. were the words that echoed in ony’s head every time he showed up to the places he saw you posting on your story—heart holding hopes that your paths would cross. you didn’t know how he did it, but ony became your shadow for nearly the whole year you spent separated. even when you told him to give it up, he refused; sending bouquets of flowers to your workplace every few days, talking to you through your friends and family, and even showing up to your job to make up for that lunch he promised you. it hurt you to turn him away when you could see in his eyes that he would give up the world to have you in his orbit again. but, when you would ask him about where he got the money to even buy you these flowers in the first place, his silence was very telling.

but word on the street was that ony was a changed man now. your sources told you that he wasn’t dealing as much, and he had gotten a job. those sources being his instagram story that you watched through a burner account. seeing him everywhere made it impossible for you to wash yourself of him completely, so desparate times called for desparate measures. you missed that man so much, it was driving you crazy. it pissed you off seeing him being the man you had asked him to be, but not having the chance to bask in his progress. your love for ony wouldn’t vanish overnight, but it sure as hell hadn’t faded in the year you had been separated either. you kept his shirts and hoodies, and the promise ring he bought you was still on your finger.

so elated didn’t even begin to explain the feeling in your chest when, upon arriving at some house party, one of your girls told you that ony was there too. you tried to not seem so eager, but you had no control over your heart beating rapidly at the idea that you might see him again. all you needed was for him to apologise one more time, and you’d be all his. that was until you came to find that there was a hole blocking your reunion—that hole being in the shape of some girl giggling in his face, as his arm sat around her waist. every fibre of your being urged you to stomp over there, and scream his ear off. but he wasn’t your man anymore so there was nothing you could do but kiss your teeth and glower that them.

no man, not even ony, could get in the way of you and your friends enjoying yourselves. so that’s exactly what you did. for an hour, or two, ony didn’t exist and you just laughed and danced with your friends. however, the end of that would be marked when you stood, talking some guy you had just met, and one of your friends nudged you and nodded in ony’s direction.

“that doesn't bother you?”, she asked, obviously asking about the girl sat on ony’s lap.

“why would it?”, you shrugged back.

“you ain't say you missed the nigga?”, your other friend chimed in.

“okay? that doesn't mean i want him back”, you lied through your teeth.

“so you’re just missing him as hobby?”, sasha laughed.

“leave me alone.”, you chided, and your friends dropped the whole thing. but you wished those saltine whispers of jealousy would leave your eyes, and let you at least pretend to enjoy yourself in peace.

and if it wasn’t them ruining your fun, it was the girl’s friends staring at you.

“why are her friends looking at me?”, you whispered to connie. he had come over to speak to you, and that had caught ony’s attention. mainly because he wondered why you were willing to speak to his friend, but not him.

“they’re gloating.”, connie put a comforting arm around you, and pulled you closer to himself.

“well, tell them to stop.”, as if you could feel ony’s eyes on you, you moved connie’s arm from you, and connie laughed before putting it back where it was.

“they won’t. in their mind, she stole ony from you.”, he explained, and you scoffed.

“pfft, i could get that nigga back anytime i wanted”, you retorted, earning some knowing looks from your friends, before unprecedented words fell from sasha’s mouth.

“then do it.”, she nudged you, “you keep saying you want him so bad, go get him. he’s your man. go collect him”, that didn’t sound like a suggestion, it sounded like a dare. and you were never one to back down from a dare.

“fuck it”.

you didn’t know where your strides were leading you until you were barging past ony’s friends to link your arm around his own. at first, his body went into fight or flight because he thought he was about to be robbed, then calm came in the sound of your voice,

“ony, baby, where did you go? i've been looking for you everywhere”, you made sure to stick yourself onto him, and he didn’t move from you because he was too busy comprehending what the fuck was going on.

“y/n?”,

“i thought you guys were done?”, miss.whatever-her-name-was, linked ony’s other arm with her own, and pulled him towards herself.

“yeah, so did i”, ony spoke under his breath, looking down at you in bewilderment as he thought to himself; ”how much did i fucking smoke?”.

“who’s done?”, you looked up at him, “you’re mine for life, right?”, you pouted up at him, and all those memories of that night he had promised you he wouldn’t be long, came flooding back—ony folded immediately.

“always.”, he grinned at you, simultaneously yanking his arm away from whatever her name was.

“ony?”, she complained—now it was your turn to gloat.

“what?”, he sneered at her.

“you told me you guys were done”, she whined, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“well then don’t believe everything a nigga tells you”, was his final rebuttal before he pulled you outside.

at first, you just sat in silence, taking in the cool summer breeze. but ony had questions and, more importantly, he wanted to hear your voice.

“you forgive me then?”, his elbow gently met your arm.

“who said that?”, you stared down at your feet, kicking into the ground beneath you.

“you don't forgive me but you wanna do all that shit back there?”, he laughed.

“she didn't look good for you”, you finally looked up at him, and ony just laughed at you.

“you don't know her”,

“i just got that vibe”, you feigned a shudder, eyes still on him.

“what'd you really want, y/n?”, his index finger lifted your chin.

“you.”, your frank demeanour, and sincere eye contact, blew ony’s eyes wide open.

“well, you got me.”, as much as ony had changed in that year, his love for you remained incorrigible, and he’d be dumb to try and convince you otherwise. so he wouldn’t; he’d been wanting you back for far too long, and he’d finally gotten what he wanted.

“that easy?”, you teased.

“even if you’re not mine, i’ll always be yours, y/n. you know that”, ony’s words directed themselves at your lips; brown irises stuck onto your shining gloss.

“well then…can i be yours again?”, you muttered apprehensively, and the pause after that comment was unreadable.

“y’don’t even have to ask, c’mere”, ony reached his hand out to you.

gentle fingers, interlocked with yours, led you out of the party, and down a road that would end at ony’s car—parked overlooking the local area. he wasted no time; unlocking it before opening the back door, and gesturing for you to get in.

"already? you don’t at least want to talk first?”, you laughed at how keen he was, and a lazy smirk graced his face.

”we’ll talk after. get in.”, any anger, or disappointment, built up over the time you were together, had been mollified with just one comment. missing ony was something you never wanted to do again, and seeing the person he had apparently become, meant that you probably never would. all memories of past arguments, and splits, dispersed in ony’s mind once his lips met yours in a fervent kiss. it was one of longing, and regret. the heat emanating off his body causing particles of his internal regret to fill the inside of the car. you could feel it bouncing off your skin, as his tongue met with yours, and his hands kneaded at your flesh through your clothes. ultimately moving south to help you shimmy your way out of your jeans and underwear. he wouldn’t take them off completely, just leave them by your ankles as he laid you on your back, his mouth already placing soft kisses on your upper thigh. that lasted all of five seconds before ony’s tongue was wrapping around your clit, sucking on it gently. for him, this was a meal that was long overdue, and you could feel it in the way he ate you out like a starved man. taking no breaks; wet noises and thirsty moans, omitted by the ever-moving mouth entertaining your core, pervaded the vehicle.

ony had always luxuriated in eating you out, so it wasn’t long until you came; a rivulet dousing his lower face, before he finally came up for air.

”you still taste as good as i remember”, he uttered lowly, moving to give you a taste of yourself as he pressed his lips against yours. his kisses were haste as his hands fumbled to pull down his jeans and boxers, to angle himself at your entrance. the way you took in that first inch of him had him incapacitated; his forehead dropped to meet yours, while deep groans left his mouth.

”fuck…”, ony had to pause to compose himself before he gently pushed the rest of his length inside you. once he did, he just stayed there; eyes locked with yours, thanks to the streetlights, and you could’ve sworn that this man was close to tears with the way his eyes were glossing over.

the way he was fucking you was ineffable; a year was nothing compared to the others ony had spent studying your body, and the things it reacted to. like the way you’d grow tighter around him at his hands pressing your legs against your chest, as he fucked into you. even in the confined space, head crouched down so he didn’t hit the ceiling, ony still fucked you like you were in the comfort of his bedroom—with all the space, and time, in the world. his ireful tip would caress that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again, making your head spin. all those years of learning your body had not been in vain, because a few minutes in that position, and you came around him. keening his name, as your back lifted off the leather seats. ony was planning on taking you back to his place, and making up for lost time properly. but, for now, he would just turn you around and fuck into you from the back—your hands immediately finding the steamy windows,

”don’t do that, ma. people will know what we’re doin’ in here”, he chuckled at you and you moaned out a distorted version of,

”and the moving car doesn’t make it obvious?”. somehow, ony understood you; he was just used to your fucked out rebuttals, and he scoffed at you before giving the moving flesh surrounding your hips two quick slaps. your hands grabbed at anything they could to gain balance, ultimately deciding on the arm rest on the door. and ony’s hands would follow suit, but as he went to intertwine your fingers, his hands were met with cold metal. it was pretty dark in there, so he couldn’t really make out what it was, but a fleeting headlight revealed the ring he had bought you.

“still got that ring on?”, he smiled to himself.

“you p-promised me…”, you stammered out.

“that i’d marry you.”, his eyes softened at the fact that you had been wearing that ring, despite not being together. all because of that lovestruck vow he had made you,

“and imma keep to that promise. imma marry you, then imma fuck some babies into you”, he spoke to you, “that okay with you?”, you moaned out in loud agreement, and that drove ony to fuck you harder.

“good.”, the thought of you being his wife, sat in your marital bed, with his child in your arms sent him over the edge, and ony came in you. deep hums, containing declarations of his love, spilt all over the back of your neck. but his hips didn’t still because he could feel you coming again.

once you both came down from your orgasms, ony laid you down on your side, before pulling his boxers and jeans up and leaving the car momentarily to turn the car on. he opened the windows slightly, before returning to the back of the car. his back would soon be attached to the back door, yours against his chest as your fingers intertwined. even though you hadn’t covered yourself yet, and his nut was leaking out of you onto the leather seats, everything just seemed perfect. in its own weird way; you in ony’s arms again, and his lips pressing loving kisses on your temple.

”y’know it would’ve taken just one more knock at my front door for me to forgive you?”, you looked up at him. and, once the initial shock subsided, he chuckled at you.

”but i kinda think it’s better this way.”, he shrugged.

”how?”, you sat up to face him properly.

”it felt good to finally be able to give you my attention when you asked it of me.”, he smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek, ”no interruptions. just us.”, after all the emotional turmoil, it was nice hearing that word again; ”us”.

”for life.”, you kissed his knuckle.

”for life.”

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[strangermarvelss]

i'll be home for christmas- e.m

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: touring around the holiday season, you’re worried you won’t get to spend christmas with your boyfriend

Warnings: angst, loneliness, holiday blues, rockstar!eddie being kinda a dick, cheesiness, fluffy end

Request?: No

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: merry christmas to those who celebrate! i love this time of year (not as much as halloween, but its still cool) and wanted to share a lil angsty christmas fic for you all as a gift. enjoy :) -sava

Peaking through the curtain in your living room, you watch as snow falls from the night sky, coating the ground outside your home. It wasn’t unusual for snow to occur around Christmas in Indiana, as you’ve grown quite fond of waking of to a fresh sheet of powdery snow on your front lawn each Christmas you continue to spend in your hometown of Hawkins. 

The traditions throughout the town helped brighten your spirits each and every year. Watching the children line up to meet Santa at the Starcourt mall, driving through the downtown area and seeing it decked out in decor with festive lights and garland, and the annual tree lighting ceremony that occurs each and every year on December 1st, signifying the start of the Christmas season for the town as the citizens cheer amongst the crowd before rushing off to do their family traditions

This year, however, your spirits weren’t nearly at the same level as you’d been used to, which can happen to a person when they spend this time of year alone. Your boyfriend, Eddie, took off at the beginning of fall to start his first ever tour with his band, Corroded Coffin, all across North America. They released their album at the beginning of the year, having put so much time, effort, and money into finally recording their first full length album and sending it out into the world all of last year. But with his being away on tour, it meant a lot of loneliness your you.

Sure, you were happy for your boyfriend, you weren’t going to deny that. He was finally getting to live the dream he’s set out for years to accomplish, taking a step onto the big tour bus and not looking back as he starts his journey with fame. You also couldn’t deny the emptiness you felt in your heart at his absence, as this is the first time he’s been away from you for more than a week. The two of you had your own traditions to participate in, such has making cookies, watching your favorite holiday movies, and bopping along to some of his old tapes as you presents with one another in front of a cozy fire. Not being around him this time of year was sending you into a darker place than you’d like to be in.

With a sigh, you withdrawal from the window, closing the curtain and plopping down on the couch in front of your fireplace. You frown as you look at the festive decorations, his stocking in particular, which was decorated with the Hellfire logo he created all those years ago back as a freshman, and he even made your stocking to match, both pieces looking you right in the face and looking empty as ever. You look to the tree, seeing an array of presents scattered underneath, all addressed to Eddie or other family members you promised to see after the holiday.

Your family moved out of Hawkins a few years ago, tackling the suburbs of Chicago as they begun navigating the early stages of retirement. You missed them more than you initially thought you would, but you already had plans to go and visit them a few days after Christmas. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, also moved out of Hawkins shortly after your run in with Vecna a few years back, having no where to live after the trailer was destroyed by what everyone thought was an earthquake. He only lived a few towns over now, still working away at the plant at night, but it just wasn’t the same with him not being just a short drive away anymore.

The only people you had left in Hawkins were Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Nancy and Robin moved back after college, with Nancy running the Hawkins Post and Robin running the band at the high school. Steve, he’s always been around, just like you and Eddie. Unable to escape the nostalgia that is littered throughout your small town. There might be some guilt mixed in there as well, feeling like you couldn’t leave anything behind with everything that’s happened. At least, that’s how you felt. Eddie? Not so much.

The sound of the phone ringing pulls you back, jumping off the couch and sprinting to the receiver. Taking the phone off the mount, you press it to your ear, excitement coursing through your veins at the idea of talking with Eddie.

“Hello?”

“There’s that beautiful voice I miss every night,” Eddie says into his phone. You can’t help the wide smile that stretches across your lips as you hear his beautifully low voice, giggling a little as you rest your body against the wall.

“How is the tour going? Where are you guys tonight, San Francisco?” You ask.

“No, we’re in Los Angeles, about to go on in a few hours. The tour is so fucking good, baby. The guys and I are having the time of our lives. Definitely going to miss it when it ends in a couple days.”

You pause for a moment, not sure you’re hearing him correctly. The tour originally was supposed to end tonight, leaving the guys to all fly back home in time to celebrate Christmas with their families. So you were confused as to why he would say a couple days from now that the tour was going to draw to a close.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard you correctly. What do you mean the tour is ending in a few days? I thought today was the last show?”

“Shit, I didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what, Eds?”

“Our manager decided to extend it a few days. He decided to add a couple of shows on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day for here in L.A and they sold out in an hour! A fucking hour, baby! Then we have a show in San Diego on the 26th, then a show in Phoenix on the 27th, Reno on the 28th, a day off, then two shows in Vegas on the 30th and 31st, with us ringing in the new year at the end of the set. It’s going to be the most metal performance in the world,” he explained to you.

You felt your heart slowly cracking as he rambled on, telling you about all the extra tour dates added until finishing it off with the news that you wouldn’t be seeing him until the next year. You wanted to be happy for him, with hearing the pure excitement in his voice and knowing he has the widest smile on his face as he tells you all about the tour, dimples and all. But that also had a cost. A cost of you being alone for the “most wonderful time of the year”.

“So you’re not coming home tomorrow?” You ask, sadness evident in your voice.

“I mean, that’s what I just said,” he tells you plainly. Letting out a sigh, you bite your lip, feeling it begin to tremble as the pricking feeling associated with tears starts jabbing away at the backs of your eyes.

“But we have our traditions…and we were supposed to go visit my family in Chicago on the 27th, together.” You say, trying your best to mask the hurt in your voice.

“Baby this tour has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To all of us guys. We finally got our dream. Why are you being so selfish?” He questions with an annoyed tone.

You take a moment, holding the phone away as you cover the speaker. Sniffling, you let a tear cascade down your cheek as your chest tightens with hurt and guilt. You knew you were being selfish, and part of you hated yourself for that. But you also felt like you had a reason to be, with not seeing the love of your life since the middle of September. And now saying the tour was the best thing to happen to him, when all you’ve heard within the years of your relationship was that you were the best thing to come from his time on Earth? It hurt, a lot.

“Y/N, did I lose you? Are you still there baby?” His muffled voice lets out through the tiny speaker in the phone. You let out a sigh, shaking out of your funk for a moment in an attempt to act like you were fine.

“Yeah Eds, I’m still here,” you squeak out. He lets out a sigh, mumbling incoherent words before sighing once more.

“I get that you’re upset, I do. But this is important to me. You know how long we’ve been waiting for this opportunity. How hard we’ve worked to get here.”

“Yeah, I get it. More important than spending time with your girlfriend,” you let out, anger bubbling up and beginning to replace the sadness that was consuming you.

“Y/N, stop it. The other guy’s girlfriend’s and boyfriend’s are being understanding. Why can’t you be the same way?”

“Well sue me for wanting to spend Christmas with the most important person in my life,” you grunt out, chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly

“Y/N, please-“

“Just don’t, Edward. I’ve gotta go, we have carolers knocking on the door,” you lie, an angry sigh passing through your parted lips. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

You waste no time hanging the phone back on the hook, burying your head in your hands and letting out a frustrated scream. Spending the holidays alone was something you always feared ever since your parents moved away. Never did you think you’d be experiencing this kind of feeling now, especially with how serious you were with Eddie. Talks of marriage on the horizon, putting that conversation off to the side when the band got word of the tour, which you were fine with. What you weren’t okay with was sulking about an empty house during this time of year.

You weren’t going to go down without a fight. You wouldn’t allow yourself to sulk until all the other possibilities were out the window. Picking the phone up once more, you dial the number to a person you’re sure will answer, hearing the line pick up after just a few rings.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

“Hey Steve! How is your holiday season going?” You ask, wrapping an arm around your stomach as you press your shoulder against the wall once more.

“Y/N! How the heck are ya? The holiday season is going good, just about to pack the last bit of things before my flight in the morning,” he tells you, making you frown slightly.

“Packing? W-where are you running off to?” 

“Denver. Tommy and I thought it’d be nice to rent a cabin and spend some time out there. What about you though? When do you and Eddie plan to make it to Chicago to see your folks?” He questions.

“Oh, uh, my flight isn’t until the 27th. I hope you have fun in Denver though!” You pause, taking a moment to let out a shaky breath. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what Nancy and Robin are up to for the next few days, do you?”

“Oh yeah, the Wheelers are doing Christmas at Mike’s place in New York. Why do you ask?”

“Just want to be festive with the people I love, that’s all.”

“I think the Byers said they were staying in town this year, maybe you and Eddie can go celebrate with them?” Steve suggests. You feel your heart begin to crack more, a lump forming in your throat as you continue to cross more possibilities off your list.

“Joyce told me that they’re all spending Christmas in California this year. Enzo is going to meet up with them there and Hopper is really looking forward to it. Murray too. And um…Eddie won’t be in town for the holiday,” you finally reveal, voice growing smaller as your sentence progressed.

“Wait, what?! I thought he was flying home from tour tonight?” He asks, voice raised in shock.

“Yeah, he was supposed to. But his manager extended the tour a couple days. Won’t be back until after the new year,” you explain.

You twist the cord of the phone between your fingers as you kick your feet, the silence between the two of you deafening as you wait for him to process it all. You weren’t looking for sympathy when you called, that’s the last thing you want. Part of you just hoped there would be people willing to stick around the town you all call home to celebrate, but you understand that your loved ones had plans already set in stone. You weren’t going to be mad about that.

“So you’ll be all alone for Christmas?” Steve finally asks, his voice soft and tender.

“Sounds like it.”

“Y/N, I’m-“

“Nope, don't do that. It’s all good, really! Listen, I’m gonna get off of here so you can finish packing. Uh, have fun in Denver with Tommy, okay? Merry Christmas Steve,” you quickly rush out.

“Wait, I-“

Before he can finish, you press the button to end the call, but leave the phone off the hook as it dangles from the receiver, waving about by the cord, no longer in the mood to talk with anyone else for the remainder of the night. You press your back to the wall, slowly sliding down as you bring your knees to your chest, resting your tired head against them. Unsure of what else to really do, you sit there in along the lonely wall of your entryway, silently letting tears fall freely onto the material of your pants, darkening the denim blue jeans.

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Deciding not to feel sorry for yourself, you took off throughout the quiet town the next day, scurrying around for last minutes gifts and trinkets to place in the stockings and to gift to your friends and family members. Sure, it wouldn’t be as fun opening it tomorrow with you knowing exactly what was inside your stocking, but at least you had something to look forward to tomorrow morning instead of just waking up in a cold empty bed. 

The mall was quieter than usual on Christmas Eve, the occasional parent, mainly fathers of the young children of Hawkins, hurrying in and out of stores with arms filled to the brim with bags from different stores. It made you giggle as you thought back to Eddie’s shenanigans around this time of year, having to remind him each day that Christmas was approaching and deal with the panic of last minute shopping for others. A sweet memory that made this shopping trip a little less than thrilling, but you weren’t going to let it dampen your mood. 

The day carried on and you finally make it back to your home before the sun goes down, carrying the large bags of items through the door and being welcomed by quiet filling the walls of your house, the only sounds against your ears are the echoing of your feet against the hardwood floor. As determined as you were to not be sad today, the reminder of the loneliness you’d being ensuing until you left in a few days creeps up your spine, having pushed down the heavy feeling with distractions all day in an attempt to forget.

With a sigh, you set the bags down beside the door, walking towards the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine for the night. You were thankful that Family Video was still open when you finished your rounds at the mall, grabbing a few Christmas movies to keep you company as well as some holiday snacks to brighten your spirits. 

You turn on a dime when you heard the faint sound of movement coming from one of the other rooms close by. Optimistically, you believe it was one of the bags falling, but are quick to have that fantasy shut down when you hear muffles shuffling. Cautiously, you move yourself into the living room, feeling around for the light switch to fill the room with light. You flick the switch and nearly jump out of your skin when figures appear before you.

“Merry Christmas!” They shout, standing one by one and revealing themselves. Steve, Tommy, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Mike, and the whole Byers/Hopper crew greet you one by one, making your smile grow wider than you’ve ever had it. Setting your glass down on a nearby end table, you bring your hands to cover your mouth as the shock still flows through your body, shaking your head and wanting to pinch yourself, silently hoping that this wasn’t some crazy dream you were having.

“I’m really starting to regret giving you that spare key, Steve. You guys scared the shit out of me,” you finally let out, extending your arms and enveloping Steve in a hug. He laughs, rubbing your back and pulling away. “I thought you and Tommy were going to Denver?”

“He lied to you, can you believe that?” Tommy pipes up, reaching out to give you a hug. You turn to Steve, watching him nod and holding his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry, but it was all part of this plan we helped set up,” Steve tells you. 

“And who can I blame for being the mastermind behind this whole plan, you?”

“Actually, you can blame the person waiting for you on your back porch,” he says, pointing out at the window. Turning, you go closer to the glass, seeing a figure standing there with their back turned away from the house, clad in dark clothing and long wavy hair flowing down his neck. You gasp, darting through the tiny crowd of people and rushing to your back door, closing it in a rush.

He turns to you, a smile lighting up his face as his eyes land on yours. Eddie reaches out for you, waiting for you to collide with his body. Running to him, you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him and wrapping yourself around his figure. He holds you close, taking in your scent and sighing in relief as he basks in the feeling of your body against his after many months away.

Pulling away, you can’t help but think back to the phone call the two of you had last night, words exchanged between you both that you now each of you regrets, and also meant all at the same time, given the circumstances. Your face contorts, sending him an angry look at you quickly rid his hands off your body, crossing your arms as you look to him.

“I thought they were extending your tour?” You ask, quirking a brow.

“I had to make up an excuse for this plan to work out, so I lied and said the tour got extended. And I just want to start off by apologizing for the things I said on the phone last night. I know it upset you, and I took things too far-“

“Too far? Eddie you called me selfish because I wanted to spend Christmas with you after not seeing you for months! We’ve never been away from one another for that long, and hearing it was going to be even longer hurt really bad,” you interrupt. He shoots you an empathetic look, reaching out to hold you. You take a step back, determined to stand your ground on the matter. "Not to mention thinking I was going to be all by myself today and tomorrow really upset me. You know that I've had that worry in the back of my head ever since my parents moved."

“Right, and you have every right to be upset with me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to have the best Christmas ever, and I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. You know I love you, right?” He says, stalking closer to you with ever word, until he’s close enough to plant a kiss to your forehead. 

You can’t help the giggle that comes out of your mouth, finally breaking down and reaching out to take his hand. You press your lips to his cheek, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. He brings a hand up to your cheek, holding you close before closing the gap once more, this time pressing his soft and plump pink lips to yours. 

Pulling away, he can’t help but keep his eyes on yours, the deep chocolate irises focussed on you with so much admiration. “I would never let you spend Christmas alone, sweetheart. We have traditions to participate in!”

“I know! I got a bunch of Christmas movies at Family Video we can watch together after everyone leaves. And ingredients to make cookies too,” you exclaim, excitement filling your system. Eddie can’t help but laugh at your giddiness, those beautiful dimples poking into the sides of his cheeks as he reaches out to plant another kiss to your forehead.

“That sounds like an amazing plan baby. I can’t wait,” he says, sliding his ring clad hand down your arm and locking fingers with yours.

“I even got us matching pajamas, because I know how much you love them. Consider that part of your effort to making me feel better,” you tease, turning on your heel and leading him inside. All Eddie can do is chuckle, his smile wide as he retreats back to the warm air flowing through his home, surrounded by his favorite people in the entire world, especially the love of his life, who was now just an arms length away.

Because all he can think about is how your face is going to light up when you open up your presents tomorrow, a gorgeous diamond ring waiting underneath the tree just for you.

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tagging @myobmaya because she's special

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[adoremexxs]

Hi!

the plot where Karaku from your AU (I read it very cool) meets an innocent, pure reader (who does not use drugs, does not smoke, and is generally against alcohol).

Considering that Karaku is a drug addict and sleeps with people, he is simply amazed that such pure people remain, eventually falling in love with the reader. But he does not want to "spoil" her with his dirty company and corrupt her, as he did with his former mistresses.

Karaku x reader

warnings: brief mention of od, mention of drugs and drinking, it’s a lil angsty y’all and probably not the ending you want

Karaku had been introduced you through Urogi. You were Urogi’s tutor and best friend. So obviously the fact that you were Urogi’s best friend should mean that you drink and do drugs?

Absolutely not.

Whenever Karaku asked you if you did them and wanted to smoke with him, you looked at him in pure disgust. It actually hurt his feelings!

You didn’t say anything and just looked away, your expression was enough to tell him that you hated that shit.

He thought everyone smoked and drank nowadays. So to think that you didn’t do anything?!

Blew his mind.

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This made him grow fascinated with you. Everytime Urogi brought you over to help him study, Karaku always managed to barge in and annoy you. And only talk to you. It irked Urogi because he can see what Karaku was trying to do.

He was trying to get with you! Urogi has thought and he certainly didn’t want his…known brother to corrupt his innocent best friend.

Urogi left you two alone for a few minutes because he had to do something.

You could already tell that Karaku was itching to just bombard you with questions. And he did.

He asked you why you didn’t do drugs or drink or sleep around. You just said because you wanted to save it for the right person and also not ruin your health.

It kinda made Karaku see a new perspective on his situation. One that even Zohakuten finding him half dead on the floor couldn’t give him.

How could you, an absolute stranger, affect him that he starts to rethink his choices?

“Would you date anyone who does those things?” Karaku has been itching to ask that question, biting onto his bottom lip as he fidgets with his fingers.

You furrow your brows, that beautiful face of yours twisting back into a sad one. “No, I wouldn’t. I don’t want to be with someone who actively is drinking and doing drugs. It’s harmful to your health.”

Ouch.

Karaku felt his heart shatter into a million pieces at that. Karaku was far too deep in what he does now. It’s almost impossible for him to get out.

He wouldn’t want to corrupt them with his ways. He has slept with too many people, done so many drugs and drank so much that his health is practically failing. Karaku is surprised that he hasn’t died yet.

Your honest answer hurt him but it is what he expected.

He had just clung onto the idea that maybe you would want to date him.

Urogi had came back and you and him were talking while Karaku was lost in his own thoughts.

Should he just tell you that he’s in love with you? Will that scare you away? You probably won’t even like him back.

He frowns, his mind spiraling as you and Urogi laugh and study together and him being the third wheel. Maybe you like Urogi? Urogi would be a better choice.

Karaku immediately snapped out of his thoughts. What the fuck was he thinking?! He’s one of the hottest guys in school! He can definitely ask you out.

Imagine your surprise when Karaku texts you to meet him at the park.

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You met him at the park. He was dressed up rather nice and oh God…Karaku smiled at you and handed you these beautiful flowers. He looked embarrassed.

“Hi, (Y/N)…”

“Karaku, what is this?” You ask, raising a brow and looking at the flowers.

“For you. Uhm, (Y/N), I…” He was freaked out, his constant fidgeting and stumbling over his words was a key giveaway.

“(Y/N), I am in love with you. I know you don’t like drinking and doing drugs but if you like me back, I’ll stop! I already stopped a few days ago. It’s uh…it sucks but I’ll do anything for you. I, uh, I don’t want to ruin your innocence, y’know? I’m just asking you to please give me a chance.” Karaku held onto your free hand, he was shaking so hard. You would have never guessed this to happen. You furrow your brows at him.

“Karaku…”

God, his heart was racing. He was sweating. He was panicking. Karaku never thought he would be this nervous…

You just have a special effect on him.

“I don’t like you like that. Your drinking and drug addiction is terrible,” You pat his shoulder, giving a small smile, “I see you as a close friend. I’m praying for your health, Karaku. I’m sorry I don’t reciprocate the feelings for you. Look, I would stay longer but I have to get to class. I’ll see you around.” You hand the flowers back to him and walk away, leaving Karaku there. You had lied to get out of that awkward situation. You were happy that you were out of it.

Karaku stood there in shock.

He was trying not to cry.

God, how humiliating.

The first person he actually likes and he gets rejected.

He didn’t do so well with this. Karaku is heartbroken and also trying to stay off of drugs and drinking as a last resort in winning you over.

It didn’t work.

#demon slayer #kny sekido #hantengu clones #kny aizetsu #kny karaku #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #demon slayer aizetsu #karaku #demon slayer karaku #karaku x reader #karaku x y/n #kny x reader #demon slayer fandom #demon slayer fanfic

[calzone-d]

I’m so psyched for headcannons!!! What about one that’s a little angsty like you and Ted on a break?

i’m glad you’re excited! thanks for sending this in! we all love a little angst. (tagging @carmylasso because I know she’s all about some angst)

got a lil long winded with this one and just ran with it, don’t say i didn’t warn you!

also, spoilers for season 3 if you haven’t watched yet.

ted would absolutely overthink everything

i feel like he’d intiate it while dealing with the whole dr. jacob mess

he thinks about how easily michelle cheated, how it was right under his nose

how he had NO idea it was even happening

his anxiety gets the best of him and combined with the stress of the team he has a “you know what? let’s push everyone away” moment

you guys had only gone on a couple dates, but have been close friends since he moved to richmond

he felt he’d gotten over Michelle enough to where he could finally express his feelings for you without that getting in the way

def would do it after the phone call, and a couple glasses of whiskey

he does it over the phone, his words are slurred and his voice is thick and you can tell somethings just wrong, but he hangs up before you can question him any further

you text him

“Ted, please talk to me about this. Things have been going good, I thought”

“They were. It’s not you, I’m sorry.”

and that’s it for a couple days

EESH maybe he doesn’t show up to work for the rest of the week, calls in “sick”

and when he tries pulling that excuse the next week, beard & roy go over to his apartment and straighten him the fuck out

they make him shower, help him clean, make him eat

“What does y/n have to say about all of this?”

“She uh- she don’t know.”

and they think about how you acted at work and put the pieces together

they lovingly rip into him about how he’s known you for over a year now, how they know he’s hurt by michelle’s cheating but not everyone is like that

what gets him is when they talk about how you’ve been at work. not happy or bubbly as usual, eating alone in your office, always having a sniffle and puffy eyes in the halls.

“Shit, y’all.. I-I did that to her.. I was just tryin’ to avoid getting hurt again I never meant to-“

Beard shakes is head and is like “No, tell her that”

would have a therapy session the next day and explains everything to dr sharon, she also tells him that he handled that wrong and should’ve just let you in, or asked for some reassurance from you

after that, he goes to your apartment with flowers and shaky hands

you answer in a robe, wine bottle behind you, eyes red and swollen, he can tell you’ve been crying.

your usually tidy living room is super cluttered

“Can I come in? I’ve got some explainin’ to do.”

breaks his heart when you sit on the opposite end of the couch instead of right beside him

he explains what happened with michelle, his thought process of not wanting to get hurt again, all of it

“I wasn’t the one that did that, Ted. I shouldn’t be punished for her mistake.”

“I know.. That was unfair, and I’m sorry.”

definitely not the type of guy to ignore the fact he made a mistake

“This won’t work without trust, Ted. I cant be in a relationship with you if you don’t trust me.”

“There was never an issue with trust, it was just- I was scared. So scared, y/n.”

“Then tell me that next time. Tell me what you’re scared of, or if i’ve done something to make you feel scared, or if you just need reassurance. I can work with that, Ted, but not if you just shut me out.”

“Do you think we could maybe uh, make some sorta system for when I’m feelin’ that way? Because I can’t promise I won’t be kinda scared for a while but I don’t want it messin’ with what we’ve got goin’ on. Don’t want her messin’ up anymore of the good things in my life.”

sooo that’s what you do. maybe similar to the “oklahoma” situation, you come up with a word for when he’s feeling scared or anxious, particularly when it’s related to the relationship

tears up a bit, it’s just pretty emotional overall

maybe you sit in on a session with dr sharon

i do think he’d make some strong improvement after that, like how we’ve seen with his panic attacks

would set boundaries about things that make him especially anxious, and asks you to do the same

very open and honest as a lover, regardless of the whole michelle shitshow

so apologetic for a while because he know what he did was wrong

oh god just imagine him holding while he calms down that night

he’d need you so close

just needs to feel you around him

needs to feel you breathe, smell your shampoo, needs to know you’re there for him

i’m so fucking soft for this man

thanks anon!! this was fun!!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso thoughts #answered #ted lasso headcanon #ted lasso fic #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso angst #my wrtitng

[blue-jisungs]

hi axe! hope you’re doing okay!

i was wondering, if you could recommend/assign one of your fics to each of your moots, which ones would you choose?

take care!

ONGOMTOMEHWOWNWKSJQKWKWKW IM WAS DOINT GOOD BUT NOW IM DOING BETTER BC ANON RHIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA WHAAAAT :((( TYSM ILY MWAH !!!!!!! i tried to do most of my moots but im so so sorry if u dont see urself here :(

@slytherinshua zanna zanzan.. you would be [6:27am] , so a huening kai timestamp! i know its short :( but its so soft and peacful, it kinda just has ur vibes?? the piano, kai himself, the sleepyness hehe.... and it was my first ever timestamp so if we wanna get philosophical,, it could also symbolise the fact i was ur 1st followed blog (ill never shut up abt this bye)

@l3visbby mother ud be......... leg day with changbin. im so biased but. but. its goofy, a lil suggestive but also the comfort of it just reminds me of u hehe

@planetkiimchi mattress testing with jisung!!! it was one of my first works w ji (so its also kinda cringey, i apologise) but its so sweet tbh, just like u hehe plus that sillyness hehehehe

@fairyhaos are we surprised i gave u a joshua fic? absolutely not. sunday morning... is so soft :") and the coffee shop au too <//3 its so joshu coded lets be real.... but kinda, so are you? all gentle and so so sweet... can be scary too but pffff rare occurence

@weird-bookworm lol kyky.... arguing about paying with bts!!! its one of the silliest things ive wrote lol so it fits ur tricky, gremlin-y personality heheheeh

@mirxzii okay i know its kinda boring since it was ur req... but its just so... you,, yknow? speaking your native language in their presence with seventeen because you love languages,, and the piece just has a special place in my heart (just like u)

@etherealyoungk again im so so biased w this one ... but! not yet, a hoshi imagine </3 its so sweet actually (pt2 too hehe), and and my first ever hoshi fic :( the mc is smart and reasonable (like u) wheres we also have a cute and lil drunk and very much whipped tiger...!!! hoshi is hoshing and thats so skye.

@ddeonudepressions them flirting with you at the game caterers2022 with enha!!! its silly goofy and filrty... like u............ also i miss u pls come home the kids miss u too

@malarign very much inspired by ur last message but LE(t's) GO with heeseung !!!!!!!!!!!! the playful vibes = you frfr!!! and its so so bf coded i think ud enjoy it!!!

@enluv sigh cocour me n ur love for father figures made me thnk ant this onme deeply so i eventually decided on old people activities with the one and only namjoon!! its my fav thing ive wrote for him, and its :( idk i had fun writing it and so do i when im talking to u teehee

@rubywonu okay this one is a lil,, more like comfort but ?? childish joy with nonu my beloved.... this fic has a special place in my heart (so do u teehee) but also,, i feel the vibes kinda fit u :")

@wheeboo rania.... rania rania rania......... i was thinking of giving u some angst (which i dont really have but lets ignore that) BUT then it clicked. soup&&confession with jeonghan! its a bit angsty,hurt2comfort, nursing, e2l.... whatt do u want more!!!! and also jeonghan himself reminds me of u ?? (mischievous but also somehow an angel pffff)

@wqnwoos okay listen i always feel amazed by hana's works so i can only recommend a fic thats good (i think) and that i actually like LMAO so that would be infinity w vamp!wonu :D its kinda dramatic lol but im proud of this one hehe

@hannieheartuu YLLI !!!! i wanted to recommend a chan fic bc, haha,, hes a maknae and u r younger than me aha,, ha,, and u also have the same vibes BUT. buut. theres a dk fic that i really love and its kinda silly but i feel like its not getting enough recognition LMAO so!! dokyeom junior the seventh teehee

@icyminghao noelle. u r getting one of my favs !!! zzz... with taehyun <3 itsSDFGHJDRFTGYHUHGFDS i love it. im so humble i know but its really great :D the soft sleepy vibes :(( i think ud like it!!

@txt-yaomi okay i kinda... struggled. but lemme explain my thought process: you remind me of yeonjun -> yeonjun is flirty -> no napkins (no problem). boom. amzaing, i know. its short but hes so...... sigh. i love him.

@eternalgyu hannie u remind me of niki so amongst my um library for this goofy guy ive chosen y/n's protection squad which is like one of the most chaotic things i wrote for him lol!! chaotic and mischievous ... like u >:)

#anon i love u #ill smooch ur forehead for this #it was SO FUN HELLO?? #axe's fun corner

[eddiebun]

softie

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader ♡

summary ; you’ve been neglecting the person who’s been longing for you most..

genre/warning ; just a short angsty, fluffy piece

fairy note ; i hope someone can enjoy this bc this is a super rushed lil piece aha ha,,

you were a dreamer, the glass half full kinda person, always high-spirited, and vibrant and you carried a bounce in every step.

so when you sat down with a glimmer in your eye and a beaming grin on your face to announce some big news— you were high-hoped, expecting reciprocated excitement but most of all, approval from your best friend, eddie munson.

“what’s got you so cheery?” mike spoke up, sipping on the orange juice box he had stuffed in his bag before school.

“maybe eddie finally told her.” dustin nudged mike and you leaned in, eyes narrowing in confusion, temporarily diverting from your original plan, upon hearing eddie had something to tell you, which he had not yet done.

“told me what?” you interrogated the boy and he grimaced, eyes darting back and forth between you, and the scraggly long-haired boy he bought up in conversation, cursing under his breath before continuing.

“he wanted to keep it a surprise so don’t tell him we said anything or he’ll kick our ass!” henderson whispers harshly and you nod, once again peering back at eddie briefly.

mike rolled his eyes at his friend's evident secrecy, not very stealthy, “he’s planning that dnd campaign you’ve been writing about, y’know that whole book you had with the art? the town it’s set in, the spells, races, and monsters— yeah well, he’s basically been studying it for the next campaign on friday.”

your eyes lit up in pure delight, “really?!” you gasped, clutching your hands near your heart and kicking your feet under the table.

it was always a plus to your friends that you were so approachable and open-minded, you let yourself be influenced by their interests so you could find the fun and joy in it, with them, but when eddie met you that's one he loved most out of so many of your qualities. you didn't criticize him, make snide jokes at his expense and to him, that was so new, so refreshing. everything that would excite him, would excite you just as much, you loved participating, adapting, listening, and being enthusiastic about what eddie loved, it bought you much more joy rather than any interest you had yourself.

so when you had finished your first campaign with eddie and his friends you had been jumping up and down eager for the next one and then the next one, one after the other every single time, even if it took a while for eddie to set them up.

you had gotten hit with a wave of inspiration that translated into pouring into your little notebook, a whole new dnd world. pages upon pages of written up homebrew lore and doodles to go along with everything, it wasn’t so serious to you at first, just a thing you did in your spare time but when eddie caught sight of it he asked you a million questions, insisting that it wasn’t stupid— like you had thought and he even told you he’d be able to incorporate some, if not all, of your written up ideas into a campaign or two one day and you were beyond overjoyed, you didn’t even know he could do that! it honestly only made you fall a little harder for the brown haired boy but you always pushed those feelings aside.

you glanced back at eddie upon hearing the news, wanting to stride over to him at the top of the table and crush him in a suffocating hug, but you couldn’t, this was a surprise he was planning for you.

the whole town treated eddie as if he was less than dirt under their shoes, they knew nothing about him, wouldn't even greet him with a kind glance, let alone begin to understand him. they all held so much judgment and animosity with no valid reasoning and it would break your heart— eddie, in a sad but better-then-dwelling way, just brushed it off, mumbling to you it's fine every time someone would utter freak under their breath or gesture mockingly to him. it wasn't fine, it never was, it was cruel and unfair and if it wouldn't make it worse on eddie's behalf, you would've said something, confronted them all one by one but maybe you were a bit of a coward.. an appeaser.

“what’s so funny over there henderson?” eddie called out, watching the kid's eyes go wide before he shook his head, going quiet, not wanting to get caught upon revealing the sweet plans eddie had with you in mind.

you cleared your throat, an opportune time to intervene, “i have something to share with everyone.” your voice wavered a little, everyone’s eyes now on you.

“well.. you all know chris? i'm thinking about maybe making it serious with him.” you announced with a taut laugh, rubbing your palms on your thighs, the silence making them clammy.

“like basketball chris? friends-with-mega-asshole-jason kinda chris?” gareth asked, wide-eyed and the sandwich he was eating, forgotten about on the table.

“yeah! but he’s not like jason! h-he’s really nice!” you told them, hands coming up like you were already trying to defend yourself, glancing eddie’s way but he was hard to read, just staring down at the bag of nuts he was snacking on.

“wait y/n, we didn’t think you were actually serious about that guy, like yeah maybe he’s a prom date or whatever but date, date?” dustin spoke up, leaning back in his chair and looking at you in disbelief, eyes boring into you like it would help convince you.

“huh? he’s not an asshole.” your shoulders slumped, a pang in your heart at everyone's instant gloomy response.

"yeah, i'm sure he's not like that, that you can totally fix him." mike cooed sarcastically and you scowled at the boy.

"wow, i wish i never said anything, sorry, was just an idea.." your arms crossed over your chest, breathing picking up in frustration.

you heard a chair screech across the floor on the other side of the table, wincing at the sound as you watched eddie walking out of the cafeteria, metal lunchbox under his arm, and snacks forgotten about on the table.

you sighed, leaning your head back, feeling dejected and foolish for bringing chris up when clearly everyone but you knew that he was a touchy subject.

it was wednesday now, two days since you had sat down at the table, found out about that surprise, told everyone about you and chris and two days since eddie hadn't spoken to you.

it was apparent that he was ignoring you, eddie would never avoid you like he had been, he always made time for you and would drop everything for you.

you didn't even go directly home that day, you went straight to eddie's trailer and despite not seeing eddie's van you still knocked on the front door, being greeted by his uncle and of course, being told eddie hadn't come home yet.

wayne even let you inside and you waited around for eddie for an hour or so, wayne even noticed you looked a little distressed and offered to tell eddie you had stopped by and to reach out, so eventually, you went on your way.

and even now you were still feeling troubled, chris in the driver's seat beside you as he took you home after your third date together. this was supposed to be a good night and it was, the date was sweet but you couldn't help but feel bummed out all night but on the brighter side chris hadn't picked up on it and maybe you were just convincing yourself that chris didn't need to hear any of your worries or perhaps you were a little cautious bringing up your friends in front of him.

it was true, you had never picked up on chris being anything as bad or radical as jason, the bigoted, arrogant dipstick that terrorized anyone abnormal.

sure.. he was friends with the guy but, you've had questionable friends before, okay maybe not, you did cut those friends off once you found out how awful they are. but you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, jason didn't have to ruin everything for everyone else.

"thanks, chris." you gave him a brief smile once you saw him pull up outside your place, leaning in to place a peck on his cheek, squeezing his hand, and promising to see him again tomorrow.

"who's that?" you felt chris leaning away, ducking his head and squinting to try to make out the figure leaning beside your door.

you followed his line of sight, instantly recognizing eddie and laughing in disbelief and a little bit of panic, "o-oh, that's my friend, i don't know what he's doing—"

"listen i know you can choose whoever you wanna be friends with, but don't you hang out with way too many guys? and he's just waiting around outside your place? isn't that one guy some drug dealer too ?" chris looked ahead at you and you blinked at him, void of any expression, "i'm just looking out for you y/n."

"don't.. don't say that." you scoffed, mouth hanging open before you pushed open the passenger door and walked towards eddie, hearing chris's footsteps behind you.

"eddie munson." chris spoke up first, before letting you even say anything.

you saw eddie's head snap in the direction of you both and you felt your heart twinge, his big puppy eyes looking between you both knowingly as he already turned on his feet to leave.

"see, told you these guys are up to no good, he's already running off like he got caught." chris scoffed, a stupid smug smile on his face.

you felt like you couldn't move in the moment, stiff and horrified.

you blinked and eddie was already pulling out the driveway, breathing in and out slowly, you turned around, "i never want to see you ever again." you muttered under your breath, trembling.

“y/n wha—“

“leave! right now!” you screeched, shoving him back with a firm shove, “you don’t get to talk about my friends like that, i don’t want anything to do with you.” you grimaced, looking him up and down before walking away in the direction of the side walk, fists balled up in frustration.

“you deserve whatever you get coming your way, you’re just like them, freak!” chris yelled bitterly, window rolled down as he zoomed past you.

you didn’t care how many i-told-you-so’s you’d have to endure upon the result of this, all you cared about was getting to eddie.

you were breathless and cold by the time you had gotten to his trailer on foot but regardless, you were there and eddie was too, you noticed his van parked on the grass.

“eddie!” you whispered out harshly, knocking on his window since you didn’t want to disturb wayne this time.

“eddie please, open the window, i gotta talk to you.” you got on your tip toes, peering through, jumping in shock when you saw it whip open and eddie standing there.

“i don’t feel like talking anymore, i’ll take you home but you can’t be here right now.” he shook his head, going to walk away but you called out for him again.

“hey, i’m sorry, p-please just let me in, it’s freezing fucking cold eddie.” you whined.

“yeah it is cold, i know.” he scoffed, watching you push yourself inside, he still helped you get safely on your feet, despite how upset he was.

“hey, i didn’t know you were back there waiting for me.. i’m sorry and about chris i’m—“ eddie cut you off, letting out a groan.

“don’t bother.” eddie forced out a laugh, sitting at the edge of his bed and twiddling rolling papers between his fingers, “i’m just some good for nothing drug dealer.” he nodded condescendingly, you went to speak up but eddie continued, “so really y/n you don’t have to bother anymore, i’m kinda done with all this.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

you were speechless, staring at the back of his head and squeezing onto your arm to comfort yourself, “you don’t mean that.” you shook your head, “a-and i don’t agree with him! i never would, i swear eddie, if i agreed i wouldn’t be here!” you breathed out, desperate.

“oh please, you just pity me— i mean c’mon..” he glanced back at you, throwing his hands up in defeat, “don’t pretend you’re not happy seeing me like this.”

you frowned in displeasure, shaking your head rapidly, “you know i’m not like that. the last thing i want to do is u-upset you eddie.” you felt your bottom lip quivering, tears threatening to spill.

“maybe that’s true but i find it hard to believe.” he sighed, breathing out the smoke he just inhaled and you noticed his hands trembling.

“no, eddie, listen to me.” you insisted, kneeling down in front of him and taking a hold of his free hand in yours, looking up at him with big eyes.

“i would never purposefully do that and i’m so sorry i let you down i-i let someone i vouched for talk to you like that..” you bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to get worked up. “i should’ve listened, to the others about what they said but i was stubborn.. i-i was hopeful, liked his affection, it didn’t have to be him but it happened to be and i took it like an idiot.” you shook your head.

“i’m sorry, that’s not the point but, eddie.. believe me, i’ll never let that happen again.” you squeezed his hand, holding his gaze.

“you really like him?” eddie tilted his head up a little, eyes darting away from you.

“i did.. i was starting to,” you admitted, “but it’s true, he’s like the others.” you mumbled, looking down and squeezing your eyes together, wanting the ground to swallow you hole.

how could you be so stupid, letting this happen, expecting everything to be dandy. it was ridiculous.

“i’m just.. i’m not as upset at you for falling for him, i’m not.” he shook his head, “i think i’m upset at myself more than anything.” he spoke quietly, you could barely hear him.

you frowned, not understanding but you didn’t force anything out at him, just comfortingly giving his hand a squeeze.

“because.. i like— i mean, ugh!” eddie groaned, rubbing his fingers to his temples and tapping his feet anxiously against the floorboards of the trailer, “i’ve like fallen really hard for you.” he admitted, eyes squeezed shut and hand covering his face.

your mouth gaped open and it was silent for a what felt like forever but was probably just a few seconds before eddie spoke up again, peeking out from the gaps in his fingers, “i don’t wanna take it out on you, like it’s your fault because it’s not, and really y/n, i don’t want your pity, whether guys you’re into insult me or not. just kinda hurts,” he breathed out, hands moving into his lap as he fiddled with the rings on his fingers, “so, if you let me be selfish we can forget this happened, go back to normal or i can forget about what chris said, you can go back to him, stop wasting time here.” he shrugged.

you couldn’t believe what he was even suggesting of you right now, “eddie, stop, stop doing that.” you frowned, “i don’t wanna go anywhere. i’m staying right here.” you insisted, taking a deep breath.

“i’ve thought about us too..” you admitted, laughing nervously and staring down at the floor, “before i ever even met chris or anything.” you shrugged, “i just.. you always talk about leaving hawkins behind and, i thought that meant you’d leave me behind too so i tried to just suppress that kinda feeling you know?” you winced at your words, feeling like your heart was beating out of your chest.

“sorry, it sounds stupid.” you shook your head, breathing out shakily and glancing up at him.

“no, it’s not stupid, what i said was stupid, making you think i’d leave you behind, i’d never be able to do that unless you forced me to.” he laughed out before pursing his lips together, eyes shyly hovering over your face, “you really used to like me though or you’re just saying that?”

“used to?” you widened your eyes before scratching behind your head shyly, “i mean.. i never really stopped thinking about the what ifs so i don’t think it’s ever been a used to..” you were nervous, being so open with him but it was a relief in a way, “so i think.. i still feel that kinda way.” you bit on the inside of your lip.

eddie’s was in disbelief, but he believed you, he didn’t have zero doubts or worries, but he could feel you were being genuine, and eddie always went with his heart, he was just a big softie at the end of the day, “so i like you, and you.. like me as well?” he asked quietly, pursing his lips together to stop the big dumb smile that was threatening to overtake his features.

“it seems like that.” you laughed, looking up at him and reaching out to take his hand, “d’you wanna hug a little?” you asked quietly, blinking up at him with the cutest expression he had ever seen.

“yes, i’d like that.” he whispered, almost inaudible but it didn’t matter, feeling him tug you up into his hold, arms snug around your waist as you laid on top of him, giggling and arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“does this mean i can take you on a date?” he asked, mumbling with his face against your shoulder and you nodded,

“mhm, you can take me on so many dates eddie munson, all the dates in the world.” you grinned from ear to ear, basking in his comfortingly warmth.

you fluttered your eyes open once you felt eddie tilting your chin up, seeing his face leaning up underneath you and you squeezed onto him reassuringly, leaning in to press your lips to his.

the way both your mouths meshed together, even if it was a little clumsy at first, sharing giggles— it felt so long overdue and natural to you both, letting yourselves run out of breath, feeling the way eddie kept his head leaned up and kissed over your every feature.

“you’re so pretty, i wanna make you my girl.” he spoke out, cheeks tinted pink and you could’ve leaned in to kiss him more for hours on end.

“then i guess i’m eddie munson’s girl, sounds pretty nice to me.” you winked, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“oh! does this mean i’m re-invited to the campaign on friday? since you’re not being grumpy and ignoring me anymore?” you teased at which eddie playfully rolled his eyes.

“you were never uninvited, it’s for you anyway.” he shrugged, fingers dragging up and down soothingly on your arm.

“i know..” you smirked, mischievous giggle at the tip of your turn as you watched eddie’s bottom lip jut out.

“what ho— oh those little shits! they told you didn’t they?!” eddie sat up a little with you, mouth agape.

“hey! it’s fine, doesn’t ruin it for me, i love it, thank you.” you cupped his face, watching him shyly glance away, big twinkly eyes crinkling into a smile.

“well, i’m still mad at them.” he huffed, rolling his eyes and pretending to be tough, but it only made him look a hundred times cuter.

“mhm, my big scary softie!” you cooed,

"you're nghm—" you squished his cheeks together, hearing him grumble in protest before tugging your hands away from his face, "i said you're gonna be the death of me." he chuckled, kissing each of your fingers, "but i think i'm okay with that." he sighed out contently.

you've never felt everything so in place, right where you've always meant to be.

#fairy fics 🤍 #eddie munson #eddie #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff

[sunwarmed-ash]

Fic tag game!

tagged by my buddies @cuillere and @lizzy0305! thank you for this!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

93 😎

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

831,467 (holy fucking shit when did it get that long?!?!?! #ThatsWhatSheSaid

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things, Detroit become human, the breakfast club, marvel/spiderverses, Ted lasso, House MD, Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tony Stark: Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Daddy: (starker) 1074

I think I need help: (harringrove) 927

Call me Doctor: (Chase/House & Chase/House/Wilson 739

Rockabye Baby: (Wincest kinda??) 670

You know what they say about assuming. (steddiegrove) 645

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every. Single. One. Comments are the lifeblood to my work. Its so intimidating to be posting to a empty void but y'alls comments give life to the achieve and are just as important to a WIPs development as anything I write on my own!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Idk, I have ALOT of wips without endings/one shots. Probs the most angsty one I have in general is either The New Kid or Silence isn't Golden

wait wait wait, I found a dual suicide Wincest fic, that wins

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhhh this Thor/Bruce fic may be the fluffiest one I have haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

HA! yeah, but oddly its just the ones with sex work in them. Who would have guessed 🙄🙄🙄🙄

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes 😈😈😈 kink wise all over the place, from super vanilla to BDSM and anything else I can think of. Peoplewise LGBTQ and queer characters, canon or fanon, polycules. Trope wise, enemies to lovers is my fav, but I also love pining or tragic love 👌

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Yes!! not too many, but I've written a few. This one isn't crazy but it is the most developed of all the wips. It's a Supernatural/The Breakfast Club crossover called Supernatural activity at shermer high

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

a few times by a bot, im really really hoping it doesn't happen again but with AI about to fuck us all out of work, im a lil worried.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! two of my Starker fics were translated into Russian and on fic book but that website got torched a few years ago :( I think I also had a reader translate a TBC fic into Portuguese

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Many! probably 20-30 at this point

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

not possible for me to choose. So here's my favs of the moment. Hankconvin800 or hankvin1700, steddiegrove, parksborn, steadyhands

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

get a few scotches in him and he'll hit on anything in a 5 mile radius.

its a cowritten work I worked on years ago and just, meh idk I dont really wanna go back to it haha

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten compliments on my dialogue, dynamic character relationships, smut, and angst

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

proof reading and editing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i never trust google translate to do a good enough job so to avoid looking like a fool i dont do it. I should try though, expand my horizons. I'm learning Danish so maybe ill make a fic using that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

all of them hold significant places in my heart. they are all pieces of me and I'm trying to learn to love all of me. And that's gotta start somewhere!

tagging all my mututals and anyone who wants to do it

@sweeteatercat @disdaidal @sweetasblack @writerwhowritesao3 @geekinglikeaboss @destroya-hargrove @kissoflightning @moviemuncherao3 @cuillere @late-to-the-party-81 @spaceofentropy @strangebrainrot @treeffles @heiko-goes-detroit

#sinful sunday #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #links in bio #stranger things #i post new stuff every sunday #detroit become human #the breakfast club #house md #marvel mcu #harry potter #supernatural

[just-jordie-things]

Hello ! Your fiction gojo x reader is incredible, really ⚡⚡ I love it so much 💗 Thank you so much for it 😘 if I had to detail everything I like, it would take hours ! What I appreciate the most in your story is that she finds the Fushiguros children before Satoru, takes care of them as she can and thanks to that she has a very nice relationship of trust with them 😍 This is so beautiful ! This is the only story I've read where this happens. Normally it's always Gojo who finds them first (1)

then shares custody with Reader. But honestly, I am a bit sad that your story ends in three chapters. I wonder if you had planned a season 2 for this fabulous story, please ? where she and gojo can take care of the kids and maybe with some drama with the zenin and gojo clans 😉☺️ I really hope so 💝 take care of you ❤ ___

(put em together so i didn't have to spam on both messages!!)

aaaaAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEeeEEE <- me screaming to death bcuz my heart can't take this !!!

when i finally started reading the manga and hit the hidden inventory arc inspiration struck WILD at first i just wanted tbah to be a long angsty fic but i kept goin and goin and hot damn the whole series is a soft 85k :D ... not including some pieces that might come after the series is concluded...

and i love baby gumi (and tsumiki!) writing for them as kiddos was so so fun. as well as writing for my favorite trio (now a quad lol) all around this fic is my everything and i enjoyed every minute of it.

i was a lil nervous when i first started posting it, it's kinda a slow start and i know the romance is a bit less than present. it's a lot of relationship-building between reader and the fushiguros, and honestly she fights with satoru more than anything (and her and shoko prolly have more sweet moments than anyone else so far lmfao) but i wasn't sure if people would stick around for it since it's such a slowburn (85k of slowburn)

en ee wayz for the gazillionth time i am so so so happy to see my close-to-heart series be so loved by others !!! <33

thank you for the messages love !! happy reading !!

#jordie says stuff

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 31

Steven Grant x OC X Marc Spector

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Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter summary: Sam and her boys continue to deal with the events of the last 2 months, Sam getting some news about her family. Will this make things worse, or will it be what she needs to snap out of it?

Warnings: Talk about a suicide attempt, pregnancy, Marc being a tad controlling, being kinda shitty, Sam being shitty about their DID and a big rude to Layla at first. Yelling. I think that's it? Still a lil angsty but it's getting better. LIL SMUT not much but enough! I didn't feel like writing a whole lot, but I felt it fit what they needed.

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Steven and Sam sat together on the couch, watching all Sam’s favorite Doctor Who episodes. They were exhausted. The previous several nights had been long, and even after they went inside that night, there wasn’t much sleep. The morning saw gentle conversations of why Sam was brought to that point. Sam didn’t have much of a reason, she was just exhausted and when she woke up in the middle of the night it just felt like a natural end, like it fit the narrative of her life. Sam was honest. When they asked her how she was the morning or how Sam’s day went, she told them. She was completely truthful, telling them she still wanted to die, she still wanted to hurt herself, but she was trying to hold on like Steven said. Mary’s first communion, her graduation… Jake quietly removed razors, belts and knives and hid them in the secret compartment that Marc had once hid his things from Steven.

Sam refused to skip classes and work the next day, as midterms were around the corner, but Sam allowed Steven to tell Jess what happened the night before. Two weeks passed, and she was effectively on suicide watch. The rule of her being walked to and from work and classes was reimplemented, much to the annoyance of Sam, who hated being treated like a child. Steven didn’t want to infantilize her, but it was clear she was in a fragile mental state. 

Marc didn’t sleep. He stayed up as long as he could hold himself, even cracking open Steven’s “welcome to staying awake” tapes once he was sure Sam was asleep. He didn’t want her to worry about him, but Marc was spiraling in constant anxiety. The only time he could even slightly relax was when Sam was right there in front of him. When he finally fell asleep, his arms were wrapped around her, almost gluing her to him, and if she stirred or went to the bathroom, he would wake up immediately with a ‘everything okay, Brightside?’ It drove Sam absolutely insane, it crouched in on her independence, but she felt like it hadn’t been earned back yet. Marc was starting to feel like a parent more than a partner. Maybe that’s the risk you run when you call your boyfriend daddy, she considered more than once.

They wouldn’t touch her. That’s what happens when the first time you have sex in two months, you try to kill yourself. Maybe this is what she deserved. She was fragile. She tried to jump off the fucking roof in front of them. Maybe she deserved to be babied.

Sam felt a buzz in her pocket: she was getting a phone call. That was odd, her mom usually waited for Sam to call her, and no one else would be calling on friday. When she sat up, pulling her phone out, she frowned.

“Who is it love?” Steven looked concerned.

“It’s Teresa…” Her sister never called her. They texted.

“Oh… is that bad?”

“I don’t know” Sam swiped to answer. “Hey T, what’s- Oh, hi Chris. Why are you? Uh. yeah. Okay, let me just step outside.”

Sam stood up, followed by Steven. “Everything okay?”

“I’m not sure, Teresa has me on a three way call with Chris, said she needs to talk to us. I’m stepping outside.” Left the couch, and noticed Steven trailing behind her. She held out her hand. “Stop, I need privacy Steven.” Sam went to put on her shoes.

“Sam, maybe-”

“Steven, stop! I’m not gonna kill myself!” She snapped, before turning to the phone. “No, nothing T. Just, ugh, hold on.” She muted the phone, and turned to Steven as she put on her coat and Jake’s scarf. For all her crocheting, she never made one for herself. “She wants me to talk to them alone, you can’t eavesdrop.”

Steven wrung his hands together in his nervous habit. Don’t let her go out alone, Steven. You can’t keep her locked up, Marc I’m not, you- Marc stopped himself before calling Jake an asshole. He promised Sam he’d try, and he was significantly less angry at Jake than he had been. “Love, do you think that’s a good idea? I won’t listen in, but maybe I can just-”

“No!” Sam snapped, then took a deep breath, calming herself. Her boys were only trying to protect her from herself. If she felt like a child or a prisoner, she did this to herself. “Sorry, I just, I need to do this, it’s a family thing, and I need space. Steven, I love you but I need space.” She tried to soften her expression. “You have my location, you can see if I wonder, okay Sunshine?” 

Steven, no. “Okay, darling, I hope everything is alright.” 

She smiled at him lovingly. “Thank you. I love you Steven with a V.”

“I love you, just Sam.”

Steven listened to Jake and Marc argue in his head. Despite their mutual irritation with each other, Steven couldn’t help but notice how much softer it was. Their words, in particular with, were far less vehement, less angry and far less hurtful. Steven couldn’t help but think how they sounded more like bickering brothers. Nonetheless, it was clear Marc had a very different idea on how to handle Sam. Marc’s process was hyper protective. If he had it his way, them and Sam would stay in the apartment all the time, just them, no outside world. Jake seemed to think a detached methode was better. He thought they should, after the first few days, go back to normal. Sam valued her independence, she wouldn’t want to be treated differently. Steven thought neither were fully correct. He could not go along with Jake; as long as she was still expressing a desire to die, him, Elena and Jessica were going to be keeping an eye on her. But he also wouldn't go along with Marc. Sam was her own person, she existed outside of them, and deserved to have her own life.

When she came back, Sam was pale. Well. More pale than usual. Steven scrambled off the couch to where she stood, closing the door behind her as she stared at the wall. Not hesitating for a second, he took her in his arms and she melted into his hold. “Sweetheart, what happened? Is everyone okay?” Teresa still lived with her parents, he wondered if something had happened with her dad, did he hurt the younger kids?

“She’s pregnant”

Oh.

Oh fuck. 

God dammit

“Shit, love, I’m so sorry… What… what’s she going to do?”

Sam pulled back and went to the kitchen. 

Try and distract her. She doesn’t need to drink every time she feels a negative emotion.

For once, Marc didn’t argue. Seeing her drunk on the roof top that night had begun to change his mind on whether she had a drinking problem or not.

Steven followed behind her, attempting to take the vodka out of her hand, but Sam’s grip was tight. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling it away from him.

“Can we maybe… Can we talk about this without drinking?”

Sam scoffed, turning away to get the juice from the fridge. “Just give me Marc, since he’s the only one who doesn’t throw a fit about it.”

Okay, now that hurt. Steven grabbed her shoulder, making her turn to face him.”Hey now,” Sam was a bit taken aback by the hurt that sparkled in his big, brown eyes. Usually they hurt for her, but right now they hurt because of her. “You don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?” she challenged.

Steven shook his head. “You don’t to pick and choose who you’re talking to like that. You can’t just change us mid-conversation to suit what you want from us. And for the record, Marc isn’t happy about the drinking either, since we found you with a bottle of wine and a half drunk bottle of vodka, trying to throw yourself from the roof.”

Sam glared at him for a few moments, considering how to argue. But Steven’s face… She didn’t like hurting him, any of them, and they had been putting up with so much lately… they deserved better than her, no matter what they said. She softened her features, gaze averting to the floor. “I’m sorry. You’re right. That was shitty.”

“Yeah. It was.” But his tone was less harsh.

She sat the bottle down. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been.” Sam tapped each of her fingers to her thumb anxiously. “I’d like to say I’ll do better, but honestly, I don’t really know what better looks like.”

“It’s alright love. We’re getting through this, all of us, together. It’s going to be okay.”

Will it? Will it ever be like it was? Or was the honeymoon period over? Sam considered the last several months since Christmas. Steven, Marc and Jake had seen some of the worst and stuck by her with her family, with her first fight with Steven… multiple fights with Marc and Jake. They had been there for her through the assault, and even still through her suicide attempt. They couldn’t keep going like this. No one could. But she didn’t know how to change, how to get better again… “I hate that I’m like this. I’m sorry.”

Steven stepped towards her, cupping her face in both hands. “Sam, sweetheart, you’ve been through something horrible, many horrible things, actually… we just want to be here for you. Can you please tell us what’s going on with Teresa?”

Sam sighed, and Steven let go of her face. “She’s pregnant. She’s known for a while, that’s why she wouldn’t drink at Christmas. She’s 5 months.”

“Jesus, how did she possibly keep that a secret?”

Sam shrugged. “Dad think she’s the golden daughter, and mom is so blissfully unaware of everything…. She said she didn’t tell us sooner because she thought Chris and I would talk her into an abortion, which, like… I might have suggested it, considering Holden, but I’d never try to tell her what she had to do with her body!” Sam began pacing the kitchen area.

“What does Holden think about it?” Steven asked, well aware of Sam’s feeling on her sisters fiance.

Sam gave a dry laugh. “He broke off the engagement.”

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah” She sighed out. “Chris is on his way, we’re going to Hertfordshire for the weekend to break it to mom and dad. Apparently Ben knows. He’s the one that convinced her to call me and Chris.”

Steven nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yeah of course, I’ll just use some sick days and-”

Sam held out a hand. “Steven no-”

Marc took the body. “You’re not going there alone, Sam”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to be alone, Chris is there to babysit, dad.”

“Oh yeah? Chris know you tried to kill yourself? He know you can’t be left alone without trying to jump off the roof?” Marc, stop, she’s not a child. 

“No,” she glared. “And you’re not telling him. He’s got enough to deal with between me and Teresa and the others.”

“Then we’re going with you.”

Sam threw up her hands. “No, Marc, this is a family thing.”

“We’re your family!” Marc all but shouted.

 

There was a paused.

Sam sighed, calming down. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. But this is a sibling thing. I love you, but I need to go, and things are… well it’s not going to go well. I don’t want you wrapped up in all this.”

Steven was back. “I don’t want you going through all that alone…” Steven pleaded.

“I know, sunshine. But I won’t be. And I’ll call you as much as I can.”

“Oka-” Steven started, but Marc took over mid-sentence. “No, absolutely not.”

Sam returned to a glare. Marc was beginning to get on her last nerve. “You don’t get to chose that Marc, I’m 25, I’m a fucking adult, not your housewife”

Hurt flickered across his face before it set in determination. “Is that what you think this is? Me wanting you to be our housewife? For that to happen you’d have to-” Don’t. Don’t finish that sentence or I swear to god

Sam busted out a short, clipped laugh. “I’d have to do things around the house? Is that what you were going to say? Have sex? Cook?”

“Sam, no-”

“ I’m sorry I don’t exactly have the energy to be a good wifey for you when you have me under suicide watch!” She stormed off towards the couch, needing to get away from him.

“I have you under suicide watch because you tried to kill yourself, Sam! Jesus! You told me last night you still want to die. I could have you put in a psych ward on a 72 hour hold for that!”

Sam picked u a pillow, having the forethought to throw it on the floor in the opposite direction of Marc, not wanting to see him wince. “Then do it! Fucking do it Marc! Then you’ll be fucking free of me!”

Marc’s face crumbled before her. “Is that what you think I want?”

Marc was getting a phone call. When he pulled his phone out of his pocket, Sam saw the beautiful face and big dark curls pop up on the screen. Layla was calling. Layla had called since the attack, Sam telling Marc he could tell her what happened. Layla was the only one Marc could talk to about her and her problems who wasn’t directly involved, like Steven and Jake were. She told him long ago he didn’t have to keep anything from her. Marc deserved a friend to talk to that he trusted. Did it have to be his ex-wife, though?

“Layla, hey, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

“No Marc, talk to her, I’m going for a smoke.”

“No, you’re not-”

Sam grabbed the phone out of his hand and put it to her ear, putting on her best overly-cheerful tone. “Layla! Hi! So nice to finally talk to you”

Layla could clearly tell she interrupted something. ‘Oh, hi Sam. I can call back.’

“No no, you’re alright, I need you to distract Marc because he thinks I can’t be alone for 5 minuets or else I’ll kill myself, you called at a great time!”

‘Oh. Okay. Everything alright?’

Sam laughed. “No, actually, it’s nowhere near alright, but such is life! Hey, you know what, we’d love to have you come visit sometime!”

‘Uh, yeah, that’d be great, I’d love to meet-’

“Great! Unfortunately, this weekend won’t do, since my dumbass sister went and got herself knocked up, how about next weekend?”

‘I can come later, we don’t have to-’

Marc tried to steal his phone back, but Sam kept talking. “Layla, listen, women to women, Marc is driving me up the goddamn wall and I need someone else here before Marc wall’s me up in this fucking apartment!’ Sam spoke erratically, trying not to sound harsh as Marc’s face was somewhere between a glare and a pout.

‘Yeah.’ Layla sounded concerned, but soft. ‘Yeah I’ll come’

“Super cool, I’ll try not to go insane in the meantime.” She shoved the phone into Marc’s hand.

“Hi Layla…” He started, still watching Sam intently.

Sam grabbed her cigarettes and jacket and began to step outside. She stopped at the doorway, pausing. With a sigh, she walked back with her head hung to where Marc was standing with the phone. She didn’t look at him, but held out a hand.for the phone again, which Marc hesitantly handed over. “Hi… it’s me again. Hopefully sounding less crazy.”

A small chuckle from the other end. ‘Hi sam’

“Sorry. It’s been a rough…” day? Week? Few months?

‘Yeah, yeah I know’

“I’m sorry for all that. But I would really love to have you here. I’ve wanted to meet you for a while.”

‘I want to meet you too, I’ll come out next weekend.’

“Okay.” Sam sighed. “Sounds good.” She handed the phone back to Marc, still not looking at him, and walked outside.

When the door close, Marc put the phone to his ear. “Sorry about that.”

‘You can’t keep her locked up. You know that right?’

“I know… I just… I need… she’s just…”

‘Marc, honey… When will you learn you can’t protect us from everything at the cost of our own choices?’

Marc closed his eyes. She always knew what to say. “I know.”

‘...I’m excited to see you’

Marc smiled. “I’m excited to see you too.”

When Sam returned, she could tell it was Steven.

“Steven, I’m really sorry…” She looked drained, walking past him to flop on the couch and pull a blanket over herself.

Steven joined her. “I know. I’m sorry Marc said all that. He’s going to take a bit of time, just to allow you some space, but he’s here if you need him.”

Sam nodded, looking at her feet. “Steven, listen… Maybe… maybe this isn’t-”

“Don’t.” Steven’s eyes widened in fear of where that sentence was going. “Don’t do this” he shook his head. “If this is about what Marc said-”

“No, sunshine, it’s not, he’s right-”

“No, he isn’t-”

“You deserve better” She blurted out, echoing her words from that night on the roof.

Steven felt his heart tense up. How could he make her see? How could he make her understand? She was it. She was everything. He shook his head, moving to where she was at the couch and taking her hand. “You said that that night, Marc said there was no better than you, and he’s right. You, darling, are the light of our lives.”

She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. “No, no Steven I’m a disaster, I’m just going to drag you down with me, I don’t” Her voice broke. “I don’t want that. I don’t want to dull your shine. I will break you both apart.”

Steven dove into her, holding her body firm towards him. “No, love, you won’t. We love you, you mean the world to us, please, just… don’t give up yet. On us, on yourself. Me, Marc, Jake, Chris, Jess, Elena, we’re all here for you, we all love you. Just please, don’t give up”

“I won’t, baby. I love you, I love you, I love you…” Sam finally looked at him, his face close to hers, closing the gap between their mouths. She kissed like she was starved for him, like only he could fill that void. Back rested against the arm of the couch and legs on either side of him, she ground her hips up into his, needy for him.

“Darling…” Steven muttered lowly, unsure if this was a good idea.

“We can stop…” She assured him. “I just miss you. Feel like I can never get enough.”

Steven dipped down to kiss her neck, careful not to leave hickies for her visit with family. “Don’t wanna stop.“ he assured, muttering fuck under his breath when he felt her cup him over his pants. When she felt he was hard, she unbuttoned his jeans as his hands explored her, familiarizing himself with every dip and curve. “Fuck, how do you always feel so good”

Wiggling her pants down, Steven moved down her body, licking a stripe up her core as her leg draped over the edge of the couch. Sam gripped his beautiful curls, guiding his face wherever she needed him, arching off the couch as two fingers entered him. “Just like that baby, fuck, just like that pretty boy.”

Steven ate her out like his life depending on it, managing to draw two orgasms out of her, and going for a third when Sam pulled him up, kissing his soaked face. “Steven, need you in me sunshine, need to feel you come inside, fill me up.”

Shit, she was going to be the death of him. He barely had enough time to pull his pants down far enough to free his aching cock, plunging it into her as the moaned in unison.

She kissed him: Forehead, nose, mouth. “Fuck baby, I missed you, I missed this”

Steven thought of the last time they had sex, two weeks ago, how she tried to kill herself hour later. He wouldn’t let that happen again. Not because he would physically stop her, no, she could go see her family alone. He would be there for her, whatever she needed, whenever she needed. “You always feel so good, taking me so well, Sweetheart, my perfect girl”

Sam tried to focus on the drag of his thick cock through her walls, and the taste of his salty skin on her mouth. “You think I’m perfect?”

“Undoubtedly”

When they came, they came together, bodies so perfectly in synch, Steven could imagine a closer connection with someone

The weekend was hard and long. Steven carried Sam’s bags down for her, and said hello to Chris, giving him a look he hoped communicated ‘Watch out for her’.

She was supposed to be back Sunday, but just as he was expecting the phone call she promised him on Saturday night, she came through the door, barreling to him where he was waiting with a strong embrace.

“Didn’t go well, I take it?” Steven asked the obvious.

She shook her head in his chest. “Things were said.”

“Need me to hurt anyone?” Jake.

Sam laughed in his arms. “No, Jake, but thanks.”

“Are you okay?” Marc.

“Hi baby. I’m okay.”

“How is Teresa?”

“She’s moving in with Chris.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Brightside?” Marc asked.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“It’s not”

“It is. We’re all gonna be okay. Teresa, me, us. I think everything’s going to be okay, Starlight.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Sam stood there for a while, warm and safe in Marc’s strong embrace.

Yeah, everything was going to be okay.

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Shout out to @cherryvalentine1 for correctly guessing back in the Christmas chapters that yes! Teresa is PREGGO!

I swear to go I’m working on the last two chapters but in the mean time come read Seattle

#steven grant #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant smut #marc spector angst #steven grant angst #jake lockley #marc spector hurt comfort #marc spector oc

[decadentrot]

OH HELLO IM BACK （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

uuugh sorry for 3 month hiatus lmao (enjoy this lil drawing i made :D)

Ok RL update time: was busy with figuring out my finaid situation for college, then getting scammed by a dude and having to create a whole new bank account :( which ultimately just sucked the money from my wallet the motivation to draw out of me and then when i was pulling myself together, i was suddenly busy celebrating my friends being back home from their college (wooo!) and then my roommates and i were apartment hunting for college. We managed to find a decently cheap apartment (well as cheap as it can be for a city on the outskirts of LA lmao) and we finally got approved and accepted and signed the lease! Most of my college stuff is getting figured out and ive been getting more motivated to art and now i luckily have more free time on my hands too!

Ive been having more personal time now, so hopefully i can draw more fandom fanart (lately ive mostly been doing OC stuff but honestly idk if i want to include my OCs here or just keep it fandom only) I do have some bad news, my Summertime Comic will continue to be put on hiatus just cause i need to do more research :') Looking over my outline, i was very ambitious with the story and topics i wanted to juggle. I do want to make it relatively accurate well as accurate as it can be for a made up town inspired by 1970s Germany can be So i dont want to continue the story right now with my half assed research and possibly offend/possibly hurt anyone with my ignorance on these sensitive/political topics and worldbuilding. That being said, I understand hiatuses kinda suck so i might just create an alternate ending that strays away from these deeper topics and try to keep the plot strictly "Forger family reconciliation" just for the sake of having closure to the story, and then when i have more time to do ample research, I'll draw out the "true ending" of what i wanted to happen. Or I might even just take parts and pieces of the original plot and simplify it to make it more easy for me to draw and so it'll have the remnants of my OG vision of the story. I'm still undecided but i really really do like the story and i dont want to entirely abandon it :)

I think mentioned it in my last comic post that i already had the draft done of the next part and that is true, so now that i have more time ill clean up the linework on that part and post it at some point (hopefully by this month) ((let me give you a lil sneak peak. also ik it looks angsty but i swear its a sweet wholesome part with family feels <3))

Anyways TDLR: im back and i got most of my rl stuff figured out and i want to use the rest of my summer break to draw fun comfort fanart things that ik i wont have as much time for when i attend college. So yea get ready for an influx of fandom brainrot ผ(•̀_•́ผ) Hope yall enjoy the art and have a wonderful rest of the day and remember to stay hydrated in these hot summer days!

#update post #summertime record #personal art

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Sunny Simp Anon here!

I had ordered the zine when preorders first started and when I saw that you were in the zine many months later i got very excited!!

I took a pic and sent it to Smooch and shared the rest of the art with them and their friends and we loved it all and I love what you did with Jazz ans Prowl!!

The officiator: Any one object?

Prowl: *silently glaring*

Jazz: *had a cannon* :D

Also they look so good and I want to frame your art on my wall but I cant because it’s in a book but it’s so pretty and I love it and i want to hug it but it’s paper and akskdldkdk

Many conflict here you see

Also personal update myself, I probably didn’t do good on one of my exams today because i forgot there was an exam and I didn’t have my book and it was open book and so like, i didn’t do good but it is what it is

Also I want to hold your sideswipe so much, he is such a pretty boi and when he pops up he overtakes Sunny for a minute and is the star of the show and he knows he’s a pretty boi and will use it

I want to hold him so badly and domestic soft thoughts are my enemy cause I want them to be happy and heal from their pain and they are twins and they know each other the best and they went through hell and back and deserve good things!!!

Let Sunny become a famous artist again, let Sideswipe help with selling his brother’s paintings and also maybe own a lil bar and stuff also Bob being his cute self and get doted on and Sunny also maybe makes vent arts and let out his pain

I do personally headcanon that Sunny makes some vent arts but keeps some of them secret cause he doesn’t want to worry Sides too much with how he feels and it helped to just draw it out

Also me and my friends in the JazzProwl discord server made a lil meme thing into a bug angsty au and then we talked about the future after they mostly heal and it was from dark and angsty and stuff to more fluffy but still some angst(it’s with the Elite trine but i am gonna ask if we wanna include other ships and other lil stories besides the elite trine’s)

Anyways! I hope to be in your inbox again soon but some smaller things jn my life came up that needed my attention so I had to focus on those for a lil bit but i will return

-Sunny Simp Anon💛

Oh! You ordered a Monochromatic zine?

That's so exciting! I just got mine a few days ago~ I'm so happy to hear that you like my piece! I was really nervous about it because it was kinda spoofy compared to the others. It's pretty silly even by my normal standards hehe As far as my digital work goes, Sideswipe has been given so much love lately. It's great that his "pretty boi" status has been recognized. I purposefully designed him to look more friendly and open, so if he's making you think soft domestic things then I have done my job correctly hehe. On the subject of Sunstreaker's art habits, I think all artists make vent pieces at some point, writers and other creative mediums too (I know I do). So Sunny does probably have some pieces squirreled away here and there, I agree. I'm glad you're having fun on the JazzProwl server, and hope you get through whatever requires your attention now.

Don't rush through anything, I will still be here when you get done hehe.

#sunny simp anon #thank you for the ask #i'm still working through the fanfics atm #and don't feel bad about your test #I think we've all done something like that at some point #I skidded into my college chemistry final like 2 minutes before starting time because I read my clock wrong #thank you for telling me you'll be quiet for a while

[bellysoupset]

AAAAAHHHHH SCREAMING BLUSHING CRYING SCREAMING SOME MORE‼️‼️ SOUP THE LAST TWO FICS HAVE ME DEAD LIKE OMFG WOW THANKS FOR BLESSING US WITH THESE IM GONNA EXPLODE 😭😭😭

okay so starting w the last one, ngl when i read 🧷anon’s request for bad caretaking from jon i was like NOOO bc i really just don’t like bad caretaking at all cause it just gives me second hand embarrassment lmaoooo idk why

BUT GOSH THE WAY YOU MIXED BOTH ASKS TO CREATE THIS MASTERPIECE WAS BEAUTIFUL‼️‼️ (SLAY 🧷 anon’s request‼️‼️‼️) like omfg the GUILT was SO INSANELY GOOD‼️‼️‼️ and the bitchiness at first was SO necessary and it just made all the guilt afterwards THAT much more angsty and raw and AHHHH it was just so perfect😭🫶🏽 baby girl begging at the beginning and the DETAIL OF JON BARELY EVEN LOOKING AT HER so he really just couldn’t have known/suspected she wasn’t feeling well😩 and omg the clear heartbreaking mix of “i don’t want you” + feeling so shitty but also safe w him that she completely trusts jon to take good care of her even if she’s a lil pissed at him 😭😭😭 and vin all worried at the end and then vin hugging him and jon feeling guilty about that too aghhhhh I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH SOUP THIS WAS PERFECT♥️ (i’m only a lil tiny tiny tiiiiiny bit sad this wasn’t longer bc i really wanted to see vin worried and taking care of her 🥹 (angsty part 2 w migraine getting worse maybe?👀👀👀 no pressure at all tho lmao i know we’ve had 2 wen focused fics in a row and i don’t wanna abuse my luck here teehee🫡) but fr tho this was so amazing and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS IT GENUINELY MADE MY DAY AND IM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU WRITING ALL THESE REQUESTS YOU’RE THE BEST AND I *KNOW* YOU’RE GONNA GET FAR W YOUR WRITING bc you’re such a talented author and always able to depict the little things and make all your characters’ personalities shine through in the most beautiful (smol and big) ways and gosh you know i already love your writing but every single time you post i’m just always bamboozled by how CRAZY good your writing is AHHHHH)

omg and then the NSFW fic????????? GODDAMN?!?!?!?? i didn’t comment on it sooner bc i was legitimately speechless 🤭 that fic scratched the deepest itch in my brain in the most satisfying way possible🤓 and goshhh my girl was LIVING THE DREAM and i was vicariously living it through her omfg 🤭🤭 the “don’t even pretend to care” and the descriptions of her being so turned on was 🥵🥵 and vin being so chill and nonchalant about everything??? the kiss at the end???? holy mother this was SO FUCKING GOOD TOO and i have no words other than i will be rereading this one an abnormal number of times thank you very much 🤭🫡🫶🏽

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🦦 I swear to god I thought I had answered this one, I DONT WANNA ANSWER IT. I wanna keep it in my inbox so I can look at and cry.

LMAO I got so scared when you said you didn't like Bad Caretaker, because I mixed without asking either parties, so what a huge relief to know I didn't fuck it up.

I am soooo happy you liked it!!!! And all the details you picked up!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 I agree it deserves a part 2, but I'm actually moving on to a Jonah (+ caretaker Luke) piece that kinda hinges on this not being solved. So don't worry, I'll bring it up again and also have more Vin and Wendy fluff (LOADS), but not in a part 2 manner

The smut got such an amazing turn out, I'm kicking my feet and squealing. Deepest itch uh? 🙈🙈 Guess the Wendy in you is showing, 🦦! Please DO read it an abnormal amount of times, just know I'll be giddy asf every time you do

#🦦 anon #SMOOOCHING YOU #lovely correspondence

[shai-manahan]

OK OK OK CALM DOWN CALM DOWN THIS IS NOT AM EMERGENCY BUT I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND IF LIKE- ????? THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE THINGS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND OMG THAT NIGHTMARE SCENE IS GIVING ME NIGHTMARES THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT SO I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK AND HOW GLAD IM THAT YOU DECIDED TO BRING IT TO LIFE- SO KEEP IT UP AND PLEASE TAKE CARE YOUR HEALTH AS WELL 👍👍👍👍👍👍

also i have a few theories about our MC if you don't mind-

1. so... as i played through the nightmare scene for the 9th time in a row to fully relish the horror and trauma, i realized that our dear (but unfortunate) MC must have gone through something MUCH MUCH worse than merely watching their father get oofed off by their mother 🤔🤔🤔 because i once read somewhere that if someone experiences like a really bad traumatic experience their brain will instinctively suppress their memories and lock them away to protect the person from getting anymore affected and also to give them a sense of normality? dunno about that our brains can be really mysterious sometimes, which brings me to my second theory

2. OK OK OK i know this may sound crazy and also scientifically inaccurate, but i think MC has some sort of Dissociative disorder? i mean- how do you explain their sudden black out from their home to their journey all the way to Bale's territory and the bar? or maybe im just overthinking it and perhaps its somehow related to the hallucinations and the syringes that have been emphasized over multiples times in the demo

3. why do i feel our MC is being drugged with something 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 or maybe something happened before or after the incident with their father otherwise why would Alex act so sus, Vincent too, YALL TOO SUS

and so ends my theory spree as i have exhausted my remaining two brain cells to make SOME kind of sense and connection through this whole theory thing

ALSO ALSO ALONZO WHY DO I HAVE A FEELING I WRONGED YOU SOMEHOW AND SOMEWHERE AND IF I DID IM SO SORRY -

which puts me to my next question, i wonder why our MC just offed 11 of their coworkers 🤔 corruption maybe? whatever the case Is, it still doesn't excuse bernard (or whatever his name is, he's a jerk) for acting like the lil piece of poop he is, to both us and finn cause oh boy imma bout to throw hands (you better sleep with one eye open you lil shit)

ALSO ALSO ALSO MORE WESLEY LORE YAY omg now i feel kinda conflicted rn like i still wanna sock that lil bastard for exposing us but i feel kinda pity for him too, also that wholesome moment between them was so cute if not for the current angsty situation, but i guess i'll them off with one good bish slap on the face for the whole expose before listening to their side of the story

and now finally, after going through your whole blog i realized that we have a hidden mental health stat- lol my mc is gonna be one helluva self sabotaging half depressed boi bu the end of this IF 😂

SORRY FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG RANT / ASK I WAS JUST TOO EXCITED AFTER PLAYING THE WHOLE DEMO AGAIN OVER 9 TIMES BEFORE FINALLY FEELING SATISFIED- IM SORRY 😭😅

Oh that is long, but don't be sorry! I love seeing long messages like this 😌And I’m so glad you love the story to this extent 😭

First of all, so there'll be no misunderstandings, I want to make it clear that what the MC is going through isn't exactly a dissociative disorder, although there is some degree of disassociation happening. I can't explain further because it's a very huge spoiler, but not everything they've been experiencing can be solely attributed to the level of trauma and other related occurrences that DID patients often went through before being diagnosed. It's a little... different.

This does not mean, however, that the MC has no repressed memories 😔 If you look carefully, there are actually some more hints spread throughout the demo, although some of them are hidden behind certain routes. A lot are in Chapter 2, though. Anyway, the revelations relating to it won’t be the focus of Book 1, but there will be a lot more clues in the future.

And yeah, I'm afraid Alex and Vincent will continue to be sus all the way.

YALL TOO SUS

ah but I wouldn’t have done my job right if they’re not sus :)))

why do i feel our MC is being drugged with something 🤔

🤔🤔🤔

ALSO ALSO ALONZO WHY DO I HAVE A FEELING I WRONGED YOU SOMEHOW AND SOMEWHERE AND IF I DID IM SO SORRY

Well, I suppose that depends on the perspective but Alonzo does believe the MC has wronged them haha which is tbh actually valid.

which puts me to my next question, i wonder why our MC just offed 11 of their coworkers 🤔 corruption maybe?

To be fair, I don't think arresting them counts as offing lmao but yeah there's a heavy corruption occurring within the police force and everybody knows it; it's just that most of the people in Gaile cannot do anything to stop it. And don't worry about Bertrand, he already sleeps with one eye open lmaoooo although he does have kind of a huge role (spoiler: he will always be an asshole).

Wesley's reuinion scene, though... if you all think the flashback scene is already conflicting you, well, the reunion might uh.... actually nevermind, I'm not gonna spoil it.

and now finally, after going through your whole blog i realized that we have a hidden mental health stat- lol my mc is gonna be one helluva self sabotaging half depressed boi bu the end of this IF 😂

There are four types of mental health stats in the demo right now, but I'm arranging all the variables in a spreadsheet to see if I've missed anything. I kinda have a lot of them lmfao.

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Ask game: 2, 7, 22? :]

2. what's your favorite thing about your style I absolutely love the way I render things and how colorful and vibrant my art is! And! How I try to make the background a real environment for the character featured in it, even if abstract. I know that's 3 things but I think i deserve a lil confidence boost for myself 7. show us a WIP

god I have so many abandoned art pieces and also just concept sketches to visualise ideas. I'll throw in a few here, this is a question that can be asked multiple times

old thorn sketches im still very fond off, especially that big headshot

attempt number 300 to create a behemoth form for thorn that im satisfied with, i dont know why it's so fucking hard. I am not 100 percent happy with this one either. I just want him to feel unique, massive and heavy with some bull and big cat influence. I also want to include tusks since in mythology the behemoth is often elephant like

Vampire demon lord Thorn AU because i love putting my favorite boy in different constumes. again not satisfied with this design. Also haven't rped it in a while so my muse for it is gone at the moment but maybe it will come back some day. This thorn is so fucking angsty and bitter you have no idea. Has so many huge walls around his heart If you want to see more wips/unfinished graveyard pieces you guys will just have to send ask number 7 again 22. what inspires you? In my childhood, the dragonology books were a huge passion and creative influence for me. Especially the illustrations by douglas carrel. Another book illustrator that i was kinda obsessed with was chriss riddell, just love how detailed their illustrations are Ghibli studio's style I always love. Just watching their movies is such a treat, I always feel so full of inspiration. As for current inspirations? Honestly the artists I follow and the music i listen to. I always draw the best art when my spotify shuffle liked songs playlist has just the right flow and it fuels me! And when I see other artists share info on their characters or glimpses into their oc projects it makes me want to work on my characters!! And when my fav artists upload an art piece with such good shapes and colors and compositions?? Augh it makes me want to draw. Oh an animatics! I love watching animatics! Especially for musicals they are so fucking good and so many talented artists it fills me with joy. just gives me straight up shivers!! Another thing that fuels me is the reactions of you guys and my friends! I want to share my characters and art and use them to engage with people. Get them interested in my world, inspire them, just engage with the community, get talking! So yeah art is very important to me haha. Normally I get really mad when im in a dryspell like this but seeing how i drew 18 art pieces last month im cutting myself some slack haha, i deserve some rest after that, especially since my routine and energy levels are extremely wack right now, i need to recover. Heck that turned out way longer and more passionate than i expected, I hope you didnt mind the ramble! Feel free to send more questions owo

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