#maybe it's time to just... throw all this stuff into the garbage and just keep the basic info about the main characters

[multishipper-baby]

Now that I've been thinking about my demons again I remember why I canned the story in the first place, all those years ago. So much mess to sort through...

At least I wrote down the face claims for the characters, since I never bothered drawing them lol (Ryan's is Miles McMillan, although it's subject to change).

[alynwrench]

Something Old, Something New: The World Around Us

Hi everyone, its AlynWrench! I don't normally write fanfics or drabbles but I participated in a writing sprint with some pals and cooked this up This is for my DCA X YN Oddity Shop AU Something Old, Something New! A story taking place in a thrift/oddity shop ran by an old lady named Mildred who took in the daycare attendant as an employee and hired you in after requesting a position. I don't post about it a lot so here's some art for visual purposes, then you can get to reading!

721 words, no warnings. Feel free to enjoy!

"Why are the kids clothes cleaner than the adult clothing in this bag?" You mutter.

"Excuse me?"

You look up to eclipse after folding a set of frilly girls shorts, embroidered with butterflies and sequins. "You ever think that says something about like, their relationship? The responsibility of the parents?"

You can see the gears turning in his motherboard, optics darting between your own eyes as if trying to figure out what exactly is going on in your mind.

"Okay, so- Typically kids run around, they get into messes." You grab another piece, this time a pink girls shirt with some cartoon you recall airing recent, not quite remembering the name. "And I get these days kids don't go outside as much but they're still clumsy, they still spill ice-cream and slip on ice and all that stuff. But these clothes are spotless."

"Okay…?" You feel a sense of humor coming from his voicebox, like he's not sure where this is going. As you speak you watch him examine a painting that was also donated to the store, scanning it for imperfections or grime.

"But now look at this" You lift up an adult sized shirt, stained by the collar and ripped at the edge. "Or this." A woman's dress, the edges of the straps where your arms poke through ruined with deodorant and some sort of yellowing on the white, imperfections spotted around.

Eclipse stands up from the small circle you both were sitting in and heads to a wall, hanging the painting and then placing a price sticker on it. "Oh, I see! You're suggesting that the parents let the child wear their clothes?"

"No, not at all. I'm just saying-" you wave your hands in a small circle, trying to get your own thoughts turning in a way that's easy to explain. "- It makes me wonder what the dynamic at home is like, you know? There's so many possibilities." You toss the dirty clothes into a nearby bin for recycling. "Are the parents immature, has the child taken on an older role than she'd like? Or maybe the parents don't have the means to keep their own clothes neat so they just make sure the child is cared for first."

"Why are you worried about all of that? It doesn't affect you in any way." He adjusts the picture then rotates his faceplate towards you, body following with a slight delay.

"Maybe not.. I just.. You don't think about why people donate this stuff, why its in the condition it's in?"

He seems to freeze in place, trying to generate a decent answer to give. "… No, not particularly."

You give a small hum, standing up to throw away the garbage bag you'd been searching through. In a way it made you feel a little crazy, but you also remind yourself it's not surprising he doesn't understand. After all his thoughts are more programmed than anything.

But that's when he finally responds.

"I sometimes wonder, why they donated me."

His tone is quieter than you're used to, like when he's speaking to Mildred's cat or talking to himself in the few times you've caught him doing so.

"You do?"

"I do."

He leans on the wall, tugging on his sleeve while he looks everywhere except towards you.

"Why not throw me away? Especially with the state I was found in. Shattered plastic and metal, in a state of trying to destroy myself- in a state of delirium where two of my defaults… Were fighting. I don't like thinking about how I was acting when I was in that place."

You had only learned certain aspects of his past, let alone found him in those defaults he mentioned very rarely. Sun and Moon, he called them. And each time you did find him in those states, it was always on accident. He hated you seeing him like that. But at the end of the day, you never really minded.

"I'm glad they sent you here." You murmur. "I'm glad I met you. I'm glad Mildred hired me here. I- I'm glad you don't mind talking to me about, you know. This stuff."

Eclipse finally turns to you, astonished you can safely assume. A soft chuckle escapes his body. "As long as you feel that way, I guess… That relieves me."

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.

What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that

And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.

But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.

Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.

[llamagoddessofficial]

How would Farmer Sans handle hearing that MC was sick? Maybe they usually meet up a certain time while managing their morning chores and they’re just.. not there, only for him to later find that they’re bedridden

"hey, pumpkin."

The sound of Sans' voice, regardless of how soft it was, made you panic.

You sat bolt upright from your spot curled into the couch, jolting out of your strange fever dream. A cooling pack fell off your head, and a blanket you didn’t remember grabbing slipped from your shoulders to your lap.

Immediately, you could tell that you weren’t on your home couch. You didn’t recognise the blanket someone had tucked you under. You weren’t cold, you couldn’t smell the usual mix of dust and gradually fading damp - in fact, there were many wonderful scents mingling in the warm air, soup and tea and a sweet bread aroma that made your stomach rumble. 

It certainly wasn’t where you expected to wake up, after you fell asleep in front of the dodgy TV once the painkillers finally kicked in. This was someone else’s couch. And after a few bleary moments, you recognised it all. 

... It was Sans’ couch. You were in his house.

You looked up a little to see the man himself, as handsome as ever, leaning over the back of the sofa and looking at you. A gentle flicker of relief passed over his face. 

“rise and shine,” he said, voice as warm as the room. “how’re you feelin’?”

Huh? 

...

Your eyes widened. "S-Sans!?"

Bad decision. At such a sudden vocalisation, your body decided that was the perfect moment to send you into a horrendous coughing fit that made the inside of your throat feel like someone had gone at it with sandpaper.

Sans just put a big gentle hand on your back, letting you work through it, quiet as you hacked your lungs up.

Eventually the coughing eased off; once you had control of your body again, you turned your gaze back to him.

"Y-you...” Your cheeks were starting to burn. “why am I...?"

“you weren’t answerin’ the phone. i got worried.” As he spoke, you kept messing with your shirt, nervously pulling it down over yourself. “came to check on you, an’ you were totally out of it, could barely answer me. i had to go work, but figured i should bring you somewhere me an’ pap can keep an eye on you.”

... Oh no. You put your hands over your face, slowly getting quieter and quieter as the situation dawned on you. “Y-you really didn’t need to...”

“course we did. ain’t safe for you to be so sick all on yer own.”

This was a nightmare. Now, on top of being sick, you were absolutely mortified at Sans seeing you in this state. Tired, achy, sweaty... you were dressed in a stained old shirt and pyjama pants, visibly unshowered and pretty much as ungroomed as one could get. You distinctly remembered throwing stuff on your floor before you fell asleep, too weak to get up and go put it in the garbage - empty blister packs and used, crumpled tissues. Did he see all your dirty trash when he came to find you?

You wanted to melt into the couch. He had seen you delirious and ill, at your absolute greasiest and grossest. Stars, what did he think of you now?

“I-I’ve been out for hours?” you asked.

“mhm.”

Your whole world was coming down around your ears. Why couldn’t Sans have just let you die at home, where no one would see your shame?

“you didn't tell me you were sick,” he said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear. There was a strangely... sullen edge to his tone? 

Your face was on fire. You had already intruded so much on him and his brother’s kindness over the last few weeks. Sans had repaired your stove and water pipes, bought you fresh food from the farm, helped fix a leak in the roof, not to mention when you asked him to stay the night like you were a frightened baby. Now here you were; being sick and disgusting right in the middle of his house. 

Before he could say anything else, you pushed the blanket off you, swinging your legs over the side of the couch and scrambling to your feet.

“I-I should get home,” you said, hoarse.

Immediately, Sans’ brows raised. You didn't look at him for long, walking unsteadily and trying your best to concentrate on not tipping over.

“I’m so sorry to intrude. I’ll just-”

... Your feet went out from underneath you. 

You squeaked, loudly - but Sans didn’t care, he scooped you up like you didn’t weigh a thing. To him, you probably didn’t weigh a thing. You could feel his massive strength through his clothes, and you immediately knew that if he wanted to, he could’ve thrown you straight into the air like a child.

You couldn’t tell if it was the height that was dizzying, how close your face was to his, or if you were just way weaker right now than you realised. But immediately your hands balled in his shirt.

"... easy," he murmured, one arm under your thighs. "i don't bite."

... Your face filled with so much heat it felt as if the tips of your ears were going to set alight. You tried to say something, but when you opened your mouth, literally nothing came out. Not a sound. All you could do was hold on to his shoulders.

Sans’ voice became normal again, jokingly stern. “sorry. not goin’ anywhere on my watch, pet. you need to rest. look at you - yer burnin' up.”

Your whole body had tensed up. But not out of fear. You just stared into his eyelights.

He very gently sat you back down onto the couch, putting the cold pack into your hands. “you stay right there, ok? i’ll getcha some soup. it should be ready by now.”

"O-ok," you helplessly replied.

Sans moved away, disappearing into the kitchen.

...

There wasn't much else you could do, but lay down and put the cooling pack back on your head... trying to figure out how to make your heart slow down.

[gofu-kurself]

modern harringroveson track and field stars! au

OK HEAR ME OUT i knowww eddie is like the epitome of anti sports BUT i feel like modern him would run cross country… maybe a hot take BUT like. can’t you imagine him just putting in headphones to some dnd podcast and running for like 3 hours straight through the woods lost in his own head before realizing he just ran a marathon 😵‍💫 his messy sweaty ponytail and lanky ass limbs just give long distance runner to meeee idk

and okay yes obviously billy and steve are more traditional jocks. like billy probably does something strength reliant like shot put or javelin and maybe steve does pole vaulting or shorter speed distances like the 100m or 400m

anyways i can just see them all hanging before practice and stuff and just generally being sporty and nerdy doofuses who shoot the shit with one another but also are hot for one another but also care so deeply about one other 😭

also: eddie can literally eat both of them under the table (not like that u pervert). but like literally, he burns so many calories a day running distance and has the metabolism of a fuckin hummingbird. so even tho he’s a twig (albeit a toned as fuck twig) compared to steve and billy, he eats like 3 more servings then both of them at any given meal. steve and billy are always shook even tho it happens every time.

anyways here’s a lil snippet that devolved into them being horny because my brain is harringroveson mush and they’re just like thatttt:

“dude where do you even put all that?!” steve asks as he pulls jokingly at eddie’s hair, staring at him with a fearful yet awed (aroused??) expression.

“meh fat ass” eddie mumbles, swatting steve’s hand away and continuing to devour his second burger loaded with fries.

“bitch, you couldn’t do leg day with us if you tried” billy pokes fun as he throws a fry into munson’s face from where he’s sitting across the diner booth.

“well, you couldn’t survive the zombie apocalypse if you tried,” eddie snarks, grabbing the fry from where it landed in his mane of hair and eating it, because ya know, he’s a fucking human garbage disposal, apparently.

“what the actual fuck does that have to do with anything?” billy grumbles, unsure what his nerdy boyfriend is on about this time.

“you can’t outrun the zombies, baby. obviouslyy, duh? even with their zombie slo-mo walk, you’re toooo slow,” eddie grins and shoulder checks steve, trying to get a rise out of his other boyfriend at his pathetic jab.

steve throws his hands up immediately in distress, “oh fuck no, i’m not getting involved in your weird ‘long distance versus field event’ dick measuring superiority contest again. i’m fucking switzerland this time, pleading the fifth. i’m not tryna sleep on the couch tonight.”

“munson won’t be sleeping in the goddam apartment tonight if he keeps running his mouth,” billy says with a bitchy snarl they all know is for show.

eddie pretends to faint, his hand over his head like a flailing maiden, flopping unceremoniously onto steve, who lets out a huff, “i want you i need you oh baby oh baby.” eddie quotes sarcastically while licking burger grease off his fingers, “keep threatening me, i like it,” he winks at billy, popping his thumb into his mouth for a final suck before reaching for steve’s napkin in front of them.

billy scoffs and shakes his head, “you don’t seem to mind our leg day muscles when our dicks are—“

“woahhh, bills let’s save it for not public? yeah baby?” interjects steve, ever the voice of reason and public decency. he pushes eddie off his chest gently to address him, seeking out his eyes, “ed’s, you full? can we grab the check and head out before our mister there gets us kicked out?”

“mmm,” eddie says as he gives billy an obvious once over, “stevie, it’s funny, i’m still hungry, but i think i know of two particular things at this very table that would just fill me rightttt up,” he says sleezily, dripping with saccharine, licking his lips stupidly while winking once again at billy.

billy snaps. he slams too much cash onto the tabletop, stands rigidly, shoulders tense, “we’re leaving.”

“but baby, im still hungry,” eddie starts, trying to act coy.

steve gives in, “munson, up. we have foreplay at home, where ya know, it’s legal.”

eddie can’t help but relish poking and prodding until both his boys are riled up, “thought you wernt getting involved, stevie?”

“and i thought you wernt all talk, munson, but guess your moth is only good for yapping. shame.”

both eddie and billy tense in excitement, they love when steve gets bitchy on them. the sex is going to be so fucking good tonight.

the three of them rush the exit, beelining across the parking lot. steve slides into the drivers seat of his car. billy easily wrestles eddie into the backseat and claims shotgun for himself.

the hierarchy of seats doesn’t matter though, since eddie practically sprawls his torso across the center consul to fake-whisper into billy’s ear while steve begins to drive them home, “you think he’ll let me prove to you both that i can use my mouth for something other than yapping tonight?”

billy smiles darkly as they watch how steve’s grip on the wheel tightens, “dunno ed’s, think you’ll have to be realll diligent to convince us.”

“ooo sounds like fun.”

steve is in such a rush to get them home he parks so poorly that he gets a parking ticket the next day lmaoooo. but he makes billy and eddie help cover it because it’s THEIR fault for making him so horny he literally couldn’t even park straight in their apartment complex’s nearly empty parking garage.

[hannahbarberra162]

Under the Microscope, Part 3 (Yandere Sabo X Reader)

CW: vomit is discussed but not described in detail

on Ao3 | Part 1 Part 2

You groggily moved your head from side to side on a soft pillow, moaning quietly. This infirmary bed was way nicer than any you’d been on before, maybe the Marines had finally upgraded them. You felt terrible. No, worse than terrible. Your mouth was dry and your head felt like it was full of cotton. Your stomach was already sore and you felt nauseous. What had happened to you? You thought back to the last thing you remembered. Guard duty, magnifying, Sabo….Sabo. Sabo had…drugged you. And taken you. You had a fleeting feeling of betrayal, which was foolish since Sabo wasn’t loyal to you. Or your friend. Or anything to you, really, except your captor.

You sat up, which set your stomach roiling. You quickly realized you were on a ship, which was bad for two reasons. One, you were being taken to a secondary location. Your chances of being rescued were getting slimmer and slimmer the farther you got from your base. Second, you were highly prone to seasickness. It was another reason you didn’t switch bases often. You had a hard time on the Grand Line, with its famously rough waters. The last time you’d set sail was over three years ago, and it had been at least five days before you could keep anything down. And as if on cue, you felt the urge to throw up. The ship was rocking heavily and it felt like a storm was coming. You were able to stuff the feeling down for now, but you doubted it would stay away for long. You looked around the room for something to throw up into. If you were going to be a captive, you were going to be a gross one. Serves Sabo right for kidnapping you. 

You saw a small trash can near a writing desk, that would have to do. You threw the blankets off of your body, noticing quickly that someone had changed you out of your Marine uniform. You were wearing a dark billowy shirt, socks, and your underwear. Nothing else. Your stomach dropped as you thought of someone changing you while you slept. You hoped it wasn’t Sabo. You scooted to the edge of the bed, putting your legs over the side. You needed to get to that trash can as soon as possible, you were feeling sicker by the second. You put your weight on your feet and stood up. You felt your blood rush quickly to your head, making you dizzy. You put a hand on the mattress to stabilize yourself. You needed to move, now. 

Forcing yourself to walk quickly, you just made it to the trash can before you collapsed to your knees and forcefully vomited. Not much was coming out, but that wasn’t surprising. You’d been asleep for…however long and hadn’t eaten. You were dry heaving, which hurt your stomach even more. Tears streaked down your face from your effort. You hoped you wouldn’t pop the blood vessels in your eyes. The last time you’d been on a ship you’d had red eyes as a result for weeks. You were curled over yourself, one hand holding your stomach protectively, the other holding the garbage can. All of a sudden the door burst open, like there was an emergency.

“Mag? Mag, what are you doing out of bed? I was just -” You knew it was Sabo from the voice, he was speaking to you calmly but you were feeling scared. Scared because you were vulnerable - he was free and among his own crew, he could do anything to you. But you couldn’t hear anything else he said as the ship rocked heavily to the portside and you resumed heaving. You felt an overwarm hand on your back, rubbing it in soothing circles. It felt nice but too familiar for someone who had just kidnapped you. It also made you realize you were freezing and shivering so hard your teeth were chattering.

“Seasick?” Sabo asked, concerned. You nodded. You didn’t have the strength to ask him anything, maybe you’d get answers from him later, but not now. You didn’t know how far you were traveling, but you hoped it would not be too long of a journey.

“I’m going to pick you up now and put you back to bed, OK? I don’t think you can walk right now.” You didn’t think that you could walk either. Your head was spinning, your stomach hurt, and you were disoriented. You also didn’t know why he was bothering to tell you, he could do what he wanted. You were a Marine captive on an RA ship, he could kill you right now and face no repercussions. “Can you nod if that’s OK?” You nodded.

Sabo didn’t waste any time in picking you up, his arms under your knees and supporting your back. Your head rolled back against his chest. You blearily noted the shirt he was wearing - it was the same as yours only in white. When you felt better, you’d care more. Sabo gently deposited you in the bed, tucking you back under the covers. He looked at you closely, worry etched into his face. “Do you need a doctor?” You shook your head as you curled on your side. The boat was still lurching, you felt worse than when you woke up.

“B-buh-ket” you tried to speak but it came out a hoarse whisper. “Bucket,” you said again, straining your voice. Sabo moved quickly and retrieved the garbage can from the desk, putting it right next to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, watching your every move. It was almost funny, your roles had reversed. Now you were the one being monitored while he was free to come and go. You were glad he hadn’t shackled you, though you wouldn’t have made it out of the room either way. 

“You slept a long time, 18 hours. Between that and the seasickness, you’re dehydrated. I’m going to get you something to drink and some medicine.” Sabo reached out to touch your forehead and you flinched. He frowned but still tested your temperature. “It’ll be OK, Mag, don’t worry.” 

“Don’t ca-call me that.” Sabo had already risen from the bed as you started feeling sick again.You closed your eyes, still on your side, facing away from him. You curled yourself into a smaller ball than you already were. 

“Alright, love.” Sabo closed the door behind him as he left, and you heard the snick of a lock turning.

Sabo POV

Sabo felt bad for you as he watched you lay on his bed, shivering under his blankets. He hadn’t known you were prone to seasickness, but even if he had, the outcome would have been the same. You had to come with him away from the base, back to the RA headquarters. Still, he could have prepared more for such an outcome, he thought as he walked towards the medical supplies. This was one of the smaller RA ships, not even equipped with a real infirmary or medical professional. He hadn’t been planning on taking anyone with him from the base when he’d set out, so he hadn’t prepared for a guest to be on board. 

He needed to get some liquids into you, you did not look well. He was already worried for your health since you’d been losing weight due to stress. Now on top of that, you were sick and may be for a few more days. Sabo was worried, and he was pretty sure he knew the most medical knowledge of everyone on board. He went to the kitchen and rummaged around looking for something light you might be able to eat. He didn’t think you would, but he wanted to offer something in case you did. He found some stale crackers in the back of a cupboard, that would have to do. He filled a pitcher with water and walked back to his room. 

He knew he didn’t have to lock you in the room, there wasn’t anywhere for you to go. Aside from being seasick, you were at sea, it was not like you could escape. It was really for his own peace of mind that he did it. It made him feel more at ease to know that you’d be exactly where he left you. He was also unsure of how his fellow Revolutionaries would treat a Marine if he wasn’t around. Given that he was second in command of the Army, he didn’t think there would be any problems, but he felt better knowing that you couldn’t get out and no one could get in without his knowledge. After all, he had brought you here, he was responsible for you. He didn’t think of you as a captive, he’d just freed you from your prison. Once you saw his point of view, he was sure you’d agree. You were a logical thinking scientist, after all.

Unlocking and opening the door, Sabo noticed you hadn’t moved at all. He came over to your side and sat the pitcher and crackers down on the small bedside table. Your eyes were screwed shut and you were breathing shallowly. Sabo sat next to you on his bed and you didn’t react in any noticeable way. Sabo ran his hand over your shoulder, trying to get you to interact with him.

“I brought some water, I’d like you to take a sip now.” You moaned quietly. “I’m going to elevate you to sitting, just take a few sips then you can lie back down. Can you do that for me?” You nodded, cracking open your eyes. Sabo gently helped you to sit and poured water into a small cup from the carafe. He brought the cup to your mouth before you stopped his hand and took the cup in your own with a glare. He was sure that if you were better he’d be hearing how you could do this yourself. You took a sip and swallowed, grimacing. He wasn’t sure if it hurt you or soothed your throat, but you had to drink either way. “One more now, then a couple more sips in a few minutes.” You took another sip, then handed him back the cup. You looked like you’d expended all your energy with that small task. He set the cup back down and helped you lay back against the pillows. Sabo continued to sit with you while you lay there, covered in sweat with your eyes closed. 

“Thank you,” you rasped, your voice hoarse. 

“How long are you usually seasick?” Sabo was hoping this would subside by the end of the day.

“Three days. Sometimes more.” Sabo fought the urge to curse in front of you. He should have prepared more supplies for an occasion like this. The ship had a stockpile of weapons but only a small amount of coconut water to give you for electrolytes. But he said he’d take care of you and he would. He’d provide you with the best care he could and if he needed to divert the ship to an island or kidnap a physician, he’d do that too. He wanted to scoop you into his arms and cradle you like the treasure you were, but he knew you wouldn’t want that. So he contented himself by monitoring you. After a few minutes ensuring that the water didn’t come back up, he went back over to his writing desk to catch up on paperwork. But his gaze kept returning to your small shivering form on the bed, wishing he could help you more. 

He knew you had some feelings for him, even if you didn't say it. You’d warned him, the Chief of Staff for the Revolutionary Army, that he needed to leave the base to avoid transfer to Impel Down. Once you told him, it had sealed your fate. It proved to him that you deserved more and better than anything those fools could offer you. He had been thinking of taking you with him since the moment you’d met, he knew you couldn’t remain with the Marines. Even if you didn’t acknowledge it, on a subconscious level you knew Sabo wasn’t a threat to you. You’d even stopped him from calling you that atrocious nickname, surely that meant you had some kind of feelings for him. He had originally planned to station you with someone else who could keep you safe - maybe Ivankov, who had a proclivity towards science. But once you’d shown your loyalty to what was right rather than what was expected of you, he knew you needed to stay with him. You’d agree soon.

Your POV

Twelve hours later and you were sure you were dying. Or maybe you just wished you were. You were still sick and the ship was now passing through a heavy storm. The ship was rocking wildly with waves crashing over the deck, causing everything that wasn’t bolted down to roll from side to side in the cabin. The pitcher of water had long since tipped over, leaving you without anything to drink. Not that you’d be able to keep it down anyway. You were able to keep yourself on the bed, but not much else. You felt like you were being flung every which way and you could feel you’d broken the blood vessels in your eyes from repeated vomiting. Every part of you hurt and you were scared - you’d never liked storms even when you were on land. Once you’d eaten your devil fruit, your anxiety around storms had intensified along with your fear of the water. Sabo had come and gone a few times before the brunt of the storm, but there’d been a call for all hands on deck, so he’d left to help. You didn’t blame him but his presence did have a calming effect on you. He was so self assured, so calm, so confident, he made you feel like he knew what to do all the time. You knew he wasn’t a safe person to rely on, but for now you couldn’t help it. You were vulnerable and he was comforting. You’d adjust yourself once you were well again. You just tried to keep yourself in the moment, breathing as deeply as you could and trying to remain calm. 

Eventually, you felt the rocking of the ship abating more and more as the storm passed. You were glad you’d made it through the storm but you hadn’t felt this bad in your memory. You laid there, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything. Soon you heard the door open again and a water drenched brown coat entered your field of vision. Sabo’s face came in front of your own, his gloved hand cupping your cheek. You gave no resistance when he moved your head to the side, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. It made you dizzy to watch him, so you closed your eyes again. You were so tired and he’d do what he liked, whether you wanted it or not. Sabo left almost as soon as he came. Maybe he’d decided you were too difficult of a prisoner and he’d return you to the Marines. Or kill you. At this point, you didn’t care. 

Sabo returned a few minutes later, bringing something with him. You opened your eyes to see him setting up an IV drip and tubing. You didn’t like needles and doctors, but were too weak to protest. “You’re too dehydrated to drink. You need intravenous fluids, now.” You tried to talk, maybe to convince him just to let you drink some water instead, but he hushed you. “You’ll feel much better after,  trust me. You’re doing so well, you only need to do a little bit more. You can do that for me, can't you?” You weren’t sure how much trust you had in Sabo as a person, but he seemed to know his way around the tubing. You watched him drowsily, waiting for the time when he’d need to stick you with the needle. He reached for your hand with his own gloved one, and you allowed him to take it. “No need to worry, we’ll get through this,” he said, patting your hand. He tenderly wiped your elbow crook down with alcohol. Maybe it was because you’d worked for so many years in labs, but you found the smell of rubbing alcohol soothing. You closed your eyes as he prepared the needle, you didn’t want to see this part. A few moments later you felt the prick of the needle and opened your eyes to watch Sabo tape it down to your forearm. You could feel the liquid entering as Sabo gently held your arm and inspected his work.

“Thank you, Sabo.” You could at least thank him for the IV. You weren’t sure how many prisoners got such treatment at the hands of their captors. His eyes flicked to yours.

“I’m sorry I let it get to this point. I was needed on the deck because of the storm, otherwise I wouldn’t have left you. Rest assured, I’ll be with you from now until you get better.” You weren’t sure how that made you feel. On one hand you were happy there was someone who could help you. The times you’d been seasick on Marine vessels, they’d basically dumped you in the infirmary, where nurses checked on you only once every 12 hours. Other than that, you’d been miserable and on your own. On the other hand, you didn’t want Sabo with you. He’d taken you and you weren’t sure why. You didn't know where you stood with him and what he wanted from you. Maybe you’d find out soon, after a short nap. Your eyes slid closed as Sabo stroked your hand.

~~~

You awoke a short while later, shivering with cold. You weren’t sure why, the room wasn’t cold and you had blankets. Still, you were shaking like a little wet dog. You were still hooked up the IV, so you couldn’t move around too much otherwise it would need to be redone. Looking around, Sabo was sitting at the little desk, writing what looked like a letter. You watched him for a moment as he concentrated. He was serious at that moment, so different from the Sabo you’d met in the jail cell. You wondered which was the real Sabo, the polite and charming one you’d gotten to know, or the serious Revolutionary who killed, maimed, and commanded hundreds of troops. As if he could sense your thoughts about him, he looked at you and smiled, holding his quill in his hand.

“How are you feeling?” 

“Cold,” you said in a scratchy voice. Sabo’s smile dropped. “More blankets?” you asked. You didn’t want to overexert your voice, you weren’t sure it would last.

“More blankets? I’m not sure, this boat isn’t equipped with much.” He put his quill down on the table and turned his body towards you. “I’m going to suggest something unconventional. You can say no, there is absolutely no pressure. You’ve been cold for hours, but I thought the fluids would help with your temperature regulation. I’d like to lay next to you and warm you up.” You stiffened at his words, you weren’t expecting that. His suggestion made you nervous, what else would he want? You were about to refuse when he continued. “We’ll both keep all our clothes on, and I’ll stay over the blanket. It’s the most efficient way to heat you.” You bit your lip. The offer had appeal, he could warm you effectively using his devil fruit power. Besides, if he had wanted to do something nefarious, he could have done it at any time already. You looked at his face, his open expression showing his sincerity.

“Ok,” you said, nodding once. Sabo stood from the chair and came over to you by the bed.

“I’m going to lay on your left side so it doesn’t interfere with the IV tubing.” You turned on your side and Sabo got on the bed next to you. True to his word, he didn’t take off any clothes or go under the blankets. You could feel the heat being thrown off his body, he was like a small furnace. You couldn’t resist, you immediately curled into his body. You felt emotionally awkward but it felt physically incredible. Laying next to Sabo was like laying next to an all body heating pad. You finally felt relief from the cold, you were so happy you could have cried. He took one of his muscled arms and put it around your shoulders. It was almost…romantic. 

“Feel warmer?” he asked. You could have purred at that moment.

“Yeah,” was all you could muster to say. You changed position so more of you was laying on top of him. You wanted as much of his heat as you could get without being inappropriate. You ended up with your head on his chest, warming your face as you listened to his heartbeat. Sabo didn’t talk to you, just let you relax. You drifted off into sleep, finally feeling a little better.

Sabo POV

He hadn’t planned for such an outcome, but Sabo knew how to take an opportunity when it was presented to him. You really had needed to warm up and this was the fastest way. It was also something Sabo had daydreamed about for weeks now, but that was neither here nor there. You were resting with your head on his chest, finally sleeping peacefully. Not only that, you were wearing his shirt. Sabo knew he had a possessive streak in him, and he loved seeing you in his clothing. He hadn’t been the one to change you, that was Koala. Even so, he liked thinking of you wearing his clothes, in his bed, sleeping next to him. He was tired too, and he allowed himself to doze off, pretending this was more than just a medically induced happenstance.

~~~

The next morning, Sabo awoke still fully clothed and in his bed. You were stirring next to him, waking as well. He had given you another IV bag during the night, but supplies were running low. The sea was calm right now, Sabo hoped it would be enough to stop your seasickness. You blinked your eyes awake, taking a few moments to register what was happening. You looked down at your arm and saw the IV tubing still there. You yawned loudly and stretched, which made Sabo chuckle.

“I feel better.” You looked objectively better, your eyes no longer sunken in and your skin wasn’t blotchy like it had been. You hadn’t moved from your position, you were still laying your head on top of Sabo’s chest. He wondered if you noticed.

“I’m glad to hear it. We don’t have much longer to sail, this portion of the trip is nearly done.” The ship would arrive at the destination by the end of the next day, he just hoped you could make it through.

“Portion? Where are we going?” you said, furrowing your brow.

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.” Sabo didn’t think you’d try to escape or compromise their location, but the safety of the Revolutionary Army bases were top priority.

“You know, no one is coming to rescue me,” you said with a bitter tone. Sabo hummed. He wasn’t so sure. You were a key asset, someone who had been providing critical information to the World Government at a rapid pace. He knew about your scheduled meeting with Sakazuki, those weren’t given to just anyone. “I’m not worth any ransom or bounty, if that’s what you’re after.” You valued yourself very little, something Sabo didn’t like. He’d help you see how invaluable you were, and not just for your devil fruit.

“I’m not after money.” 

“Then what are you after? Why did you…take me?” You seemed to have remembered your position laying on him and adjusted yourself, to Sabo’s disappointment. You sat yourself up and Sabo did as well. “Do you need a scientist? I can um, research whatever it is you need. I’m pretty good, you know that. We could make a deal? If I complete your project for you, will you let me go? ” Sabo noticed your hands shaking but you looked hopeful, like you’d discovered a new solution to your problem.

“No.” 

“N-no?” you faltered in the face of Sabo’s decisive answer.

“No. There’s no deal you can make with me that will get me to give you back to the Marines. You aren’t going back. Ever. You’re staying with me.” 

[ilikekidsshows]

I keep seeing people saying Adrien disregards Ladybug’s boundaries and if we call Marinette a stalker, then we have to call him a harasser too. What do you think?

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I'm not gonna let people with the opposite priorities to mine tell me what I should be doing, but, like. Let's pretend this request is done in good faith for a moment, that the Marinette stans posting stuff like that are just asking for what they think is fair play instead of this kind of thing being a distraction from the issues being discussed.

No. I don't think we need to discuss the harassment with the stalking if we're discussing the show past the first three seasons, because these things stopped being equal with the retool, and before the retool I did, in fact, treat them equally by ignoring them both. I kept ignoring the stalking for most of the retool too. I ignored Marinette ignoring Adrien's boundaries as she dug into his personal business, as she tried to control who he spends his time with, as she couldn't stand being “just” his friend until it all led to her picking his abuser over him.

Surprise! It's about the abuse apologia! That shouldn't be a surprise, I say it a lot, but I don't say it on every line on every post so some people miss it. Do I need to type “the stalking that’s a part of a larger pattern of dehumanizing Adrien that led to the abuse apologia” every time I mention the stalking? Maybe then people would get the hint.

Because that's the problem with the stalking: it's actually a symptom of a larger problem in the show. The show constantly and consistently dehumanizes Adrien, most often through Marinette. Marinette drooling over his pictures and her being unable to say more than that he's “pretty” to tell us why she likes him is presented as true love. She treats him very similarly to the mob mindlessly chasing him around in ‘Gorizilla’ so it blurrs whether or not the way he gets mobbed is wrong or not. Marinette's love for Adrien is depicted through her not caring about what he's thinking or feeling, but trying to trick him into being with her and stopping him from being with others like he can't have his own opinion on that. When we get to the abuse apologia at the end of season 5, many Marinette fans first defended it with how in character it was, like that made the situation better, instead of making everything she's done in the series up until then worse.

The retool retroactively makes the stalking lead up to the abuse apologia, because it's part of a pattern of dehumanizing Adrien. Because the writers think dehumanizing Adrien is okay because he's the “love interest”.

So, in order to treat Cat Noir harassing Ladybug with the same severity, we need

a consistent and constant pattern of behavior where Catdrien ignores Maribug's boundaries in different ways that are presented either completely uncritically or very vaguely critically 

it all to lead up to a scene of Catdrien ignoring Maribug's boundaries in a way that's unforgivable and ruins the entire relationship retroactively while they stay together and pretend everything is fine

Considering how the canon Adrinette is specifically written so that Adrien respects Marinette’s boundaries so much she gets to decide everything that happens in the relationship, I highly doubt that's gonna happen. So, no. I won't be discussing the harasser allegations unless I’m, like, gonna do a post specifically about how bad this romance show is at romance.

Also, I’m gonna be honest: I look at these whataboutisms that Marinette stans throw around and all I see are distractions. They make it sound like a genuine question, but instead it's actually just making people who want to criticize Marinette jump through arbitrary hoops before they can be “taken seriously”. It's another thing from Astruc’s playbook, where he says only people who’ve also made a successful TV show can call his show hot garbage. I have never seen an Adrien salt blog get told: “you should criticize Marinette too to keep things balanced or you're a hypocrite.”

[kelbottumbles]

The Last Cookie

Fanfic_or_Bust , 4100 words, Teen and Up Audiences

(An Eddie introspective as he packs up his house in El Paso and prepares to move back to LA ahead of Bobby's funeral.)

Eddie was finally almost finished with the kitchen. The rest of his house was already packed up or sitting on the front porch waiting for the Facebook Marketplace vultures to come and collect the rotten carion from his life down in El Paso. In his haste to get back to LA as soon as possible, he was only taking the most essential and sentimental of his items with him, and was donating or throwing out the rest with brutal efficiency. It was mostly second hand stuff to begin with, and he wasn’t going to need much when he got home anyway. His house was already fully furnished, and he wasn’t planning on kicking out the owner of said furnishings any time soon. Just the thought of it made Eddie’s insides twist into knots.

Conflicting emotions about the whole thing had been threatening to tear him limb from limb for days, ever since he’d been told the news. Bobby was dead (disbelief). He was moving back to Buck (excitement). But Bobby was dead (despair). But he was moving back to Buck (relief). But Bobby was dead (guilt). But he was moving back to Buck (desire).  

The “Bobby was dead” part really should have trumped all other feelings - and it had, for a while. Eddie was devastated. Of course he was. But slowly and ever so surely, the excitement of seeing Buck again kept creeping back up despite every attempt to hack it back, like that mutant vine in his garden that kept popping out of nowhere, attempting to strangle all the perennials despite all of Eddie’s efforts to find its roots and keep it at bay. No matter what he did, no matter how guilty he felt, no matter how he tried to tamp those feelings down, they kept bubbling up and up and up until Eddie felt effervescent . 

But Bobby was dead. 

But he was moving back to Buck.

Fuck. Eddie was a terrible person. No wonder God hadn’t answered any of his prayers. Though, if there was a God to begin with, surely he wouldn’t have killed Bobby Nash, his biggest fan? So Eddie didn’t know what to think, other than maybe he should give Father Brian a call, when he got settled back home in LA. 

As Eddie started tossing all the food from his fridge into an open black garbage bag, he idly wondered how many Our Fathers and Hail Marys it would take to absolve him of the monstrous sin of feeling excitement to go home in the face of such tragedy. Because going home meant attending the funeral of a father figure that meant the world to him and the rest of his work family. How was he supposed to come to terms with the fact that Bobby was dead, but here Eddie was, happier than he could ever remember feeling before? 

The sick thing was, Eddie was sure Bobby would forgive him for this, too. Because he was just that kind of guy. He’d probably even have had some sage Dad-style wisdom to share with him about following his heart and being worthy of happiness. They’d end up having the kind of talk that Eddie had thought was just made up for TV because he sure as hell never had anything like that with his own Dad growing up. But Bobby was just like that, he was incredibly forgiving, he always had the right words for a situation, and his advice was almost unfailingly good. Eddie was going to miss him like he’d miss an arm if he lost it. Life just wasn’t going to be the same without him. 

But that’s the thing. Life would still go on. For the time being, at least. Because no one was promised another day on this Earth, especially not first responders like them. And Bobby knew that. He accepted it. He went to work every day putting his life on the line, knowing that one day, it might actually be. So maybe that was why, suddenly, despite losing someone he loved, Eddie felt like living , for once. 

Just like Bobby, Buck or Eddie could die at any moment. They could die on a rescue, they could die crossing the road , like Shannon, or they could die getting struck by fucking lighting - again. There were any number of ways to die at any given moment. But until their hearts discontinued beating, then life would go on. And as much as he had already mostly come to the conclusion beforehand, after Bobby’s death, clarity had settled so firmly in Eddie’s mind that he had been left with no doubts whatsoever regarding who Eddie’s life was meant to be lived with. 

So was it so wrong to be happy about that? Because, much like the slimy brown head of lettuce Eddie was gingerly removing from the back of his crisper drawer, Eddie’s life had been rotten for a long time. Ever since he’d moved to El Paso. Ever since Chris had left home. Ever since he’d decided to spend time with Kim instead of walking the other way. Since before that, probably. Since Buck had told him he was attracted to men, and then dated Tommy instead of Eddie. Or maybe it had always been bad. Looking back on his teenage and young adult years, they weren’t much better.

The point was that Eddie hadn’t been happy for a long time. Father Brian had clocked it from the second he’d met him. Eddie wasn’t happy. He hadn’t been happy. Because he wouldn’t let himself be happy. But… life was fucking short, man! Just look at Bobby! Bobby who prayed, who went to church, who donated his fucking blood every single month to save kids with cancer! Bobby who had saved his life, and every one of his friends’ lives, more than once. He was dead! But Eddie was still alive. And fuck it, if he got to live then he wanted to live!

Eddie shoved a half empty (and very molded) container of yogurt into the garbage bag with perhaps too much force, as it almost popped open, and that wouldn’t have been pleasant. But he just couldn’t help it, he was so pent up. He felt like his body was buzzing with anticipation, with anxiety, with excitement, with dread, with… love… it was all just so much that he thought he might burst with it, or spontaneously combust, maybe. It felt too much for one person to contain, much less someone as emotionally repressed as Edmundo Diaz. But whether he was prepared for it or not, the feelings were there, and Eddie was dealing with it as best he could. Which was to say… he was managing to get by.

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[cravingpepsimax]

i’m cooking up a Fucked Up and Obsessed stan au bc we need more of that (it’s also arguably an offshoot of taxidermy ford WJAJSJSK)

stan has worked tirelessly, thanklessly, for 30 years to bring his brother back. over the years, he grows more and more obsessed with ford. it’s kind of hard not to — you need that motivation to keep going somehow. every time he finds something ford used to own, he hides it away into his basement. every time he learns something about ford’s history that he didn’t know, he memorizes it like he’s, for once in his life, studying a test. they may have been estranged for a decade, and he might not know what’s going on on the other side of the portal, but he’ll make up for it the best he can. he has to learn everything. he HAS to. maybe he even picks up his brother’s interest in journaling — only, instead, his research isn’t on the paranormal, but specifically ford.

stan is willing to sacrifice anything for ford. he is willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING. his love of ford isn’t just familial, it’s not even just romantic — it’s borderline cultish. at first, he felt guilt taking his brother’s name, but now it makes him feel closer, like he and ford have somehow become one.

and then. finally. ford comes back.

and ford is pissed.

like in canon, stan does fight back and bicker with ford. and, like in canon, stan doesn’t actually hate ford. he never has. he doesn’t want to fight, but ford isn’t giving him a choice.

the worst part is that ford’s taken the basement.

because the basement is where stan put a lot of his… ford research.

everything that wasn’t in the basement was in a secret room directly connected to it.

it starts off with smaller things — a few of ford’s old personal belongings here and there. he mostly just brushes it off, ignores the pang in his heart when he thinks about how stan kept these souvenirs for a reason.

but then, it piles up. stan keeping ford’s spare pair of glasses was bittersweet — stan hoarding ford’s old garbage 3 decades after the fact was concerning. it got even MORE concerning when ford found out that THERE’S AN ENTIRE ROOM OF FORD STUFF.

there are photographs of ford covering the walls. pretty much every legal/medical/academic record of ford was there, and they sure weren’t there for identity theft.

but that’s not what ford notices.

the first thing ford notices are the human taxidermies. that all look like him.

every ford taxidermy is well-kept, dressed in ford’s old clothes. ford isn’t too surprised stan kept his clothes — what he IS surprised by is how taken care of they are. they’ve all clearly been washed recently. ironed, too.

and his taxidermies were wearing them like mannequins.

some of the taxidermies look like ford in his 30s, minus the dishevelement brought on by paranoia and sleep deprivation. some look like him as a teen. some look… awfully similar to himself now. the elderly taxidermies are a bit off, and each have some different design choices, so ford realizes that these were made before his return.

doesn’t help the fact that stan is MAKING FUCKING TAXIDERMIES OF HIM.

stan finds out ford’s in the room and freaks the fuck out. he’s still working on his plan on how to deal with ford’s… behavior, and this REALLY throws a wrench in it.

ford acts a bit more… nervous around stan in the next few days.

that just makes stan even more upset.

[maxdibert]

The double standards of HP fandom is the highlight of my day. I love the hypocrisy of “the marauders have matured” as they say and make up horrible things about Sev. It's always “they were teenagers, all teenagers do shit”, but they also ignore that Severus was a teenager when he called Lily a Mudblood, he was also a teenager when he believed that the bad side was a lifeline in his existence. But they always throw him under the bus, shouting like idiots about how Severus is “racist”, “fascist” and “nazi”. Boys will always be boys, until the boy is Severus and they will act as if an outcast child is the root of the entire world's evil and that their favorites are peacekeepers just because they are on the “good” side of the coin, ignoring that his “punishers” are part of the reason Sev is who he has become.

I couldn’t agree more with this. The double standards are wild, and the mental gymnastics people do to justify their favorites while trashing Severus is honestly fascinating in the worst way. Like, “the Marauders have matured”? Please. Sirius is 30+ years old in Order of the Phoenix and still acting like he’s in high school, picking fights with Snape just because he can. That’s maturity? Meanwhile, Severus is held accountable forever for stuff he did as a literal teenager, in the middle of being bullied and isolated, and on top of that, having no real support system.

The “he was a Nazi” argument drives me insane. Severus grew up in a broken home, surrounded by poverty, abuse, and probably a ton of internalized self-loathing. He latched onto the Death Eaters as a desperate, misguided attempt to gain power and control in a world where he had none. Does that make his choices right? No, but it makes them understandable. But no, let’s keep pretending he was just an evil mastermind from birth while completely ignoring that James and Sirius literally assaulted him for fun. I guess we’re cool with bullies as long as they’re charming and good-looking?

And don’t even get me started on Dumbledore. Everyone acts like Dumbledore is some saint, but the man literally used Severus as a pawn for years, keeping him trapped in this cycle of guilt and redemption while letting everyone else treat him like garbage. But oh no, Snape said a slur when he was 15, so let’s act like he’s beyond redemption. Meanwhile, the Marauders and their crew, who are canonically responsible for attempted murder (hello, werewolf prank??), get a free pass because they’re “fun.”

It’s the hypocrisy for me. Severus has to be perfect, repentant, and saintly just to be considered “okay,” while others get to coast on their charm and charisma despite being cruel, reckless, or outright abusive. If you’re going to judge characters for their actions, at least hold them all to the same standard, or just admit you’re biased and move on. P.S. Unpopular opinion, but honestly, Severus calling Lily a “Mudblood” feels almost laughable compared to everything he was going through at the time. Maybe it’s because my friends and I (we’ve literally known each other since nursery school) are a codependent bunch with dynamics straight out of a dysfunctional family, but we’ve had fights, arguments, screamed at each other, thrown the nastiest things in each other’s faces, stopped talking for a while, and yet we always managed to work things out. I get that Lily had her reasons for cutting ties—it’s absolutely valid, and no one has the right to tell you when or how to set boundaries with someone you feel isn’t good for you anymore. But the fandom in general blows this way out of proportion. I mean, I personally find an attempted murder, like the one Sirius orchestrated, a lot worse, and yet people don’t give that even half the weight they give to this incident.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 15 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N with Warnings: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Plus Size Sub Fem reader, No Smut today but all the angst and fluff. Readers Ex makes an appearance and goes about as well as you would expect lol These three talk about their insecurities but the reader more so when it comes to them (feeling guilty about school and stuff like that), she also talks about her weight and how people see her (including her ex) in a negative light.

Please never forget, you are so beautiful. From top to bottom no matter what you look like you are gorgeous and I love you <3.

Word Count: 4766

“That’ll be $1.15.”, Steve grins as the two girls in front of him try to contain their laughter as they hand him their money and he returns their change. “Thank you, ladies, and have a nice day.” His smile immediately falls as they giggle and run off. 

“Way to go, Popeye. You really know how to get the girls going.”, Robin mocks with a grin on the other side of her window in the backroom. 

“To be fair, I’m not trying to. I just look fucking ridiculous in this…thing.”, he gestures at his uniform. 

“Yup, company policy sucks but just remember you’re doing it for love.”, she grins as she pokes his nose. “Speaking of…” Robin points behind him and as he turns, meeting your beautiful face his whole demeanor changes.

“I’m taking my lunch.”, he announces, throwing the hat he was wearing behind her. 

Coming around the counter, he promptly lifts you in his arms, squeezing you tightly to his chest. 

“Whoa!”, you giggle. “Are you ok, babe?”

“Yes, I’m just ready to sit with you and take a break.”

You take his hand as you both walk to the food court in the mall the boys work in. “Eddie should be on his lunch in a few minutes. When I passed the record store, he was almost done putting the cassettes away.”

After grabbing your food, you both make small talk as you wait for the metalhead. Small talk for them is the usual check in for you. They’ll ask how your day was and if anything new happened in class. You always felt a little bad talking about school especially with Steve since he had genuinely tried to apply to places before getting rejected. But when they asked you something you were supposed to answer so you did with as minimal details as possible. 

“It was extremely boring with the same old basics we did for four years already.”, you roll your eyes and he chuckles. 

“Have you thought about a major yet?”

“I’m still not sure. I really like my English classes…I was thinking maybe I could teach or something.”

“Well, you were always good at teaching us.”

Suddenly, headphones are placed over your ears as Eddie threw his body into the chair next to yours and pressed play on the cassette player in his hand. 

“Um…what is this?”

“Its garbage is what it is. My store keeps fucking playing it on repeat and it’s like a stab in the heart every time. I’m not a big fan of Bowie or Jagger but what the fuck?”

“’Hello Y/N and Steve. How are you today?’”, Steve taunts in his friend’s direction who scowls in response as he lightly pulls off the headphones from your head careful not to tug your hair.

“Hello Y/N. How are you today, princess?”

“I’m ok, baby. Thank you.” You grin as you lean over to kiss his lips. 

***

Life since high school hadn’t been easy but being with them was the perfect type of Novocain. You could have the worst day in the world and be absolutely ok as soon as you landed in their arms. Sometimes when they slept, you would lay there and just trace Steve’s back with the pads of your fingers or caress Eddie’s cheek as you brushed his hair back. You never told them but you still had some insecurities when it came to them, the biggest one being “what are they doing with me?”.

It always made you feel guilty, hiding those things from them, but they had already been through so much. You didn’t want to add anymore burdens to their minds. 

“What are you thinkin’ about, hon?”, Masie asked as you push the library cart forward so she can grab the next set of books to put on the shelf. The school library was hiring students when the two of you went job hunting and you were thankful for the opportunity. It didn’t pay much but it was on campus and you got to work with your best friend. 

“The guys.”

“What about them? Trouble in paradise?”

“No. Nothing like that. I just…I’ve been keeping some things from them and I feel guilty.”

“Things like…”

“How much I actually enjoy a lot of my classes and my job with you. I’ve also been…insecure…lately.”

“Mhmm. I swear to God Y/N, if you tell me you think you’re ugly I will slap you.”

You both quietly laugh as you move forward. “No. I don’t know. To me they’re perfect, you know?”

“Yeah, they are definitely not perfect and very much pains in the ass but they’re YOUR pain in the ass.”

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Eddie sighed as he flipped through the magazine at the counter. With it being a Monday, most of the kids and shoppers were in their respective places so his record store was boringly quiet. The bell chimed as someone stepped in and casually headed for the front counter.

“Hey yeah, welcome to Hawkins Records. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

“I have one actually.”

The metalhead glances over at the man in the military uniform standing before him. When his eyes finally land on his face, his anger boils over. 

“Get the fuck out of my store.”

“Look, I just want to talk, man. Is Steve Harrington around to?”

“We don’t give a fuck what you have to say, Christian. Leave. Now.”

“Let me talk to you both. As soon as I say what I want, I promise I’ll disappear.”

Eddie glares as he heavily exhales and reaches for the phone to dial Scoops Ahoy.

***

Both men scowled at the boy sitting across from them in the food court. Thankfully, you had class around this time so you weren’t able to eat with them on Mondays. 

“I imagine Y/Ns told you about me.”

“About how you hid her and humiliated her? Yeah, she did.”, Steve spat. 

“I deserve that. I’m-I’m not proud of what I did. Those two years in the academy and then signing up for service… I’ve learned a lot and grown up. I want the chance to apologize.”

“Great. We’ll tell her you said sorry.”

“I’d like to do it in person.”

“No fucking way. We’re not letting you anywhere near her.”, Eddie growled.

“I know where she works. I could have talked to her already but I chose to come here first out of respect.”

“No, I think you came here first because if we found out you tried to talk to her we would beat your ass.”

“Really, Munson? Beat my ass? I’d love to see you try.” Eddie began to stand but Steve grabbed his sleeve, bringing him back down. “I am going to talk to her whether you like it or not. This is just a courtesy.”

“Haven’t you hurt her enough? Leave her alone.”

“Me, Harrington? The way I hear it, you two ruined her life way more than I ever could. Hell, you got her kicked out of her house and the entire student body calling her a whore.” Rising to his feet, Christian gathers his things, turning towards them again. “Ask her if she’d want to talk to me and see what she says. I’ll bet you anything she does.”

***

“Hey, guys. Did you have a good day?”, you beam at them from your spot at the table where you were doing your homework. 

“Yeah, baby, we did.” Steve came over to give you a kiss as Eddie did the same, gently brushing your hair back. 

“Are you alright, Sir? You look sad.”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. I just missed you.” After kissing your forehead, he heads for the kitchen to grab a beer. “Should we tell her?”, he murmurs to his friend who’s leaning on the counter next to him. 

“No. She doesn’t need that stress right now.”

“Or ever.”

“What are you two whispering about?”, you giggle. 

“We were just trying to think of what we should get for dinner. I’ve been craving some Chinese food. What about you, honey?”

“That sounds good, Daddy. Do you guys want to watch a movie while we eat?”

“Sure.”, he grins. 

Your head ticks to the side at the action. Something’s wrong with his smile. They both seem on edge but you can’t tell why. For the moment, you let it go, assuming whenever they are ready they will tell you what is on their mind. 

##########

“Hey, space cadet!”, Robin raises her voice as she waves her hand in front of Steve’s face. “I asked you if you could go to the back and refill the chocolate for me. What’s up with you?”

“Y/N should be here by now. My break is in five and she always meets me here beforehand.”

“Maybe she got caught up with Munson or class ran long.”

After doing what she asked, he threw off his hat and headed to the food court, shocked when he found Eddie sitting by himself. 

“She’s not with you?”

“Naw, dude. She usually walks down here with you.”

“Should we go to the campus and—”

You shuffled around Steve without saying a word and threw your body down into one of the chairs at the table in front of them. 

“Where have you been? Are you alright?”, Eddie asks as he reached over to touch your face. You grimaced at the action and abruptly pulled yourself away. His eyes narrowed in your direction, trying to control his tone in this public setting. “What’s got your panties in a knot?”

Your fury filled gaze shifted from him to Steve who had sat down across from his friend. This was completely new to them. They had seen you angry before but never this angry. 

“Something you wanted to share with me, Eddie?”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to use their names while you three were at the mall. It was always usually crowded and they understood that anyone may catch you using their titles. But the way you said his name just then was like you felt he didn’t deserve the title he was given of being your Master. 

“You need to control that tone with me, little girl.”

“No, then? What about you, Steve? Anything?”

The man’s jaw tightened as his palms clenched into fist. “He went to your work, didn’t he?”

“Very good. Yes, Christian, the man that broke my fucking heart suddenly appeared without warning at my job to say he wanted to talk to me. If that wasn’t startling enough, what really threw me was when he asked if you two talked to me yesterday about speaking with him. It’s funny because I don’t remember us having that fucking conversation. Do you?”

“We were trying to protect you.”, Steve mumbled. 

“Liar.” His head turned furiously in your direction. “You weren’t trying to protect me. You were protecting yourselves. He’s the only other person I was serious with before you two. The only person I really fucking cared about.”

“Tread lightly, Y/N, because you are about to be in a lot of fucking trouble.”, Eddie warned.

“More than you already are.”, Steve followed. “Do you really think we’re that insecure? If you want to run back to that fucking dick, be our guest.”

“Tread lightly, Steven. Eddie played this game with Billy Hargrove and last I remembered you both hated it.”

“No, honey, you did. Don’t you fucking forget that we are the only people who took fucking care of you, protected you, and fucked you properly. Everything we do, we do for you.”

“You should have told me he was in town.”

“We had no reason to. You’re not fucking talking to him.”

You chuckled sarcastically as you rose to your feet, pausing when Eddie’s hand grabbed your wrist. 

“We aren’t done here.”

Yanking your arm from his grasp, you scowl at him as you try to control your emotions. Yeah, you kept some things from them but nothing like this. It hurt you that they didn’t tell you about Christian. More than anything it killed you that they didn’t seem to trust you enough to make that choice on your own.

“Yes, we are.”

***

You showed up to Enzos early, fearing that history was going to repeat itself, but after finding the courage to walk in, there he was, sitting at a table in the back.

“Christian.”

“Hey, Y/N. You look beautiful.”

“No.”, you cut him off before he could continue. “That’s not what this is. You said you wanted to talk to me so I’m here to hear what you have to say. This isn’t a date or anything like that.”

He nods, tilting his head as he watched you take a seat before doing so himself. 

“I can respect that. I, uh, I was a real jackass back then. I know I hurt you.” You snicker at his last sentence as you reach for the glass of wine in front of you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have taken you out on more dates and showed you off. I shouldn’t have told Bobby Rushmore that you were just my friend. I…I shouldn’t have humiliated you that night…at the party.”

Christian’s hand reached across the table to try and grab your own but you immediately tugged it away. 

“What did you do?”

“What?”

“At that party. What did you do? What did you say?”

The man leans back in his seat as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I said some mean shit about your weight.”

“Christian. What. Did. You. Say…”

He sighs in frustration as he shrugs. “Does it matter? I’m not like that anymore.”

“You said that she was obsessed with you and you did her a favor by dating you.” Eddie comes out of nowhere, spinning the empty chair at the table around and straddling it as he takes a seat. 

“You also said that she was too gross and ugly for anyone to even want to date her.” Steve angrily threw himself down across from his friend.

Your eyes never left Christians as they spoke. “You don’t remember that do you?”

“Exactly? No but I guess you do.”

“You spineless bastard. Why did you really come back because it wasn’t for me. Not to apologize at least.” When his hazel eyes found yours, you knew. He didn’t need to say it. “Well, please. Enlighten me. What surprised you more? They fact that I wasn’t still sitting at home alone crying over you or that not only had I moved on but I was with two people?”

He smirked as he shook his head and rose to his feet as he began putting on his jacket. “Honestly? It wasn’t the fact that you were with two people but who you were with. Knowing that you lowered your standards so low to fuck the freak that even Steve the king Harrington was able to get a free ride… I thought I could have another turn. Maybe help lift that self-esteem.”

Steve’s fist flew before anyone else could do anything about it. You and Eddie stayed in your seats as the other boy lifted Christian by his collar and shoved his back onto the table.

“Apologize.”, he growled.

“Fuck you, Harrington!”

The restaurant went quiet as he punched him again. Grabbing your own jacket, you finally stood up and gripped his now bloody face in your hand. 

“The only time I ever lowered my standards was when I dated you. It was good to see you, Christian.” When you let him go, you spit in his face before walking out the front door, not even caring if the boys were following you or not. 

***

They both entered the apartment a little after you, Eddie slamming the door behind him. As you exited the bedroom, you waved Steve to the table as you set the first aid kit on top of it.

“You know, we are really going to have to get more antiseptic and gauze if you guys and my family are going to keep punching people for my honor.”

Your tone was calm as you began cleaning his hand and it was making Eddie angry.

“That’s all you have to say? After having an attitude today and then still having dinner with your ex.”

“I don’t know if you noticed but no one ate at that table.”, you sneered. 

Steve’s jaw tightened at your tone. “Vanilla.”

You paused your movements, not looking up from his hand as he said the safe word. “Do you want me to let you go?”

“No, Y/N, you don’t have to. Eddie, come sit down.”

The metalhead cautiously took a seat across from you both as his friend sighed. “I wanted the three of us to have a civil discussion with the safety net of the word because I don’t know about Munson but I am extremely angry with you right now, honey. And… knowing how we are…I can’t guarantee I can keep my emotions in check if this led to us playing.”

After wrapping his hand, you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms as you glared at him. “You have no right to be angry.”

“Excuse me. We have every right. We told you not to go.”, Eddie scolded as he leaned his elbows onto the table.

“And I respect that but that’s not how OUR dynamic works. The three of us talk about things before we do them! This choice was mine to make but if he had come to me first, I would have told him I had to talk to you two.” You chuckled lightly under your breath. “Actually, I’m lying. I still would have told you he came by but there would be no need to have a discussion. I wouldn’t have gone. I had a feeling that was his motive as soon as I saw him.”

“Why did you go tonight?”

“Because you pissed me off.”, you sigh. “It…it hurt when I found out you didn’t tell me. I wanted to hurt you to.”

“Why do you think we thought you’d want to fuck him?”, Eddie growled out his question, hating even the thought. 

You pointed to Steve before moving to the metalhead. “Everyone has a motive and everyone is going to leave.” They both roll their eyes as you shrug. 

“Wait a minute… if you thought that we would ever think that that means you’ve thought about it to.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

“Y/N, we swear on our lives that it didn’t even cross our minds that you would take that asshole back and leave us. Honestly, we know if you ever left us it would be because you thought you were helping us.”

“Like a few months ago, Miss IM-A-Burden.”, Eddie follows as his eyes scan you over. “Sweetheart, are you afraid we’re going to leave you?”

“No.” You tried to say it as confidently as possible but it came out more like a little kid trying to hide something. “Not exactly.”

“What is it exactly?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you turn away from Steve, your eyeline promptly running into Eddie’s. 

“Wow. Really, Y/N?”, he sighs. “After every fucking thing we’ve been through.”

The other boy’s eyes shift between you both. “How do you do that? How do you read her mind?”

“It’s not so much mind reading as it is knowing her history…and feeling the same way.” Your eyebrows furrow together in his direction as he nods. “Oh yeah. You seriously think I fell in love with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins and DON’T wonder what the fuck she’s doing with me?”

“I’m not the most beautiful but thank you.”

Steve’s fingers abruptly grip your cheeks as he forces you to look at him. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You hear me?” After a couple of seconds, he realizes how he’s holding you and lets you go. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Daddy.”, you whisper.

“It’s not just your looks, sweetheart. I mean from head to toe, yeah, you’re fucking gorgeous but you’re also so smart. I like when you eat lunch with us and tell us about class. I kind of wish you opened up about it more. Sometimes I worry you’re struggling because you aren’t as animated as you used to be.” You grin as he mimics your expressive hands when you speak. 

“I don’t want to make you guys feel bad. I know you tried so hard to get into school especially Steve.”

“Baby, no. I love seeing you get excited about that kind of stuff. Don’t ever feel like you can’t tell us things. Y/N, you can talk about anything.”

“Do…do you ever think that? Wonder why I’m with you?”

Steve leans back in his chair as he exhales. “Kind of. It’s not so much why you’re with me but why you even gave me a chance after everything. When we first started our thing, I thought it was just sex. Not like…that…you know like…you just liked having sex with us…” You smiled as you watched him stumble over his explanation. “Then at night, I’ll wake up and feel you running your fingers along my back, reminding me of that first night we fell asleep together. I think ‘if she did it then to maybe she did have feelings for me. Why?’”

“A vicious cycle.”, you giggle and he smiles.

“Why do you do that? And come to think of it why do you trace his back but touch my face?”

“Jesus. I seriously thought you guys were asleep when I did that.” You hide your head in your hands as you blush before facing them again. “You don’t lay on your tummy as much as he does! I don’t know. I think as long as I can touch some part of you both, it helps ground me and reminds me that this isn’t a dream. That you both are really here with me. That’s when those insecurities push through.”

Your eyes scan Steve over as he heavily exhales and you continue. “It wasn’t just sex. Honestly, I didn’t know what it was but, you guys always said you found me fascinating…that’s nothing compared to how I felt about you two. Mr. King of the popular kids and resident bad boy of Hawkins…every day I learned something new about you two that just surprised me but what shocked me most was the softness.”

“Softness? Like we weren’t assholes 24/7?”, Eddie chuckled.

“Kind of.”, you grin. “After that first night, you gave me your shirt and then fixed mine. Baby, you literally took the time to sew the buttons back on. Steve for most of junior year always seemed so tightly wound. At his party that night when he fell asleep, I moved some of your hair out of the way and your face immediately calmed so I crawled in to hold you. That next morning after we…you laid your head on my stomach and Eddie held my hand and I just…I felt safe. I never felt that with Christian.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you he was here.”

“You were right, sweetheart. We should have said something. We really were just trying to protect you.”

You smile at them both as you shrug. “It’s ok. I’m going to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Y/N, baby, can you please eat something before you do?”

“Yes, Sir.”, you whisper exhaustedly as you head for the counter to grab some fruit before pausing. “I’m sorry. I assumed Vanilla was lifted. I should have asked.”

“Do you want it lifted? Not saying like we’re going to run there and tie you down or anything.”, the metalhead grins trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, of course. I’m ok.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Do you want us to sleep out here tonight?”

“God no. It feels weird sleeping without you two next to me now but I, um, I understand if you want to though.”, you give them one final smile as you head for the bedroom.

As you stand in front of the mirror, you can’t help but stare at your reflection. You were being honest when you said you had figured out Christian’s intentions as soon as you saw him but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. Now that everything with the guys was sorted out, you were now able to fully feel your feelings when it came to him. 

When Eddie and Steve touched or looked at you, you knew they never saw a plus sized girl. They only ever saw you which is one of the many things you loved about them. It never made sense to you, however, how some people like them could see a strong, beautiful woman and other people like Christian or Steve’s dad saw a pathetic, disgusting, desperate girl.

Looking away, you headed for the closet and grabbed one of Eddie’s shirts before climbing into bed. As you laid down, you glared at the wall on the other side of the room, replaying those months you had been with your ex. How unhappy you had been contrasted to how you felt since you’d been with the boys.

The bed dipped on both sides of you as the metalhead threw off his top and placed himself in front of you on his back, tugging you to his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, placing soft kisses along your shoulders. With the hand that you had on Eddie’s chest, you extended your finger and traced his tattoos the same way you did with the other man’s back. 

He pleasantly sighed at the feeling, moving his own palm out of the way so you could reach more of his stomach. His head turned slightly allowing him to place his lips on your forehead. 

“I walked the ward for you, babe A thousand miles for you Now who dried my tears of pain, babe? A million times for you, for you.”

You smile as he wraps his arm around your neck, tugging you closer to his face as his lips scrunch and he continues to sing. 

“I'd sell my soul for you, babe What's money to burn for you, for you I'd give you all, and have none, babe Justa, justa have you here by me Because…”

Giggling, you lightly fight against his hold not wanting him to really let you go. Steve raises the arm that’s not under your pillow into the air as both boys sing in unison. 

“In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more!”

“You both are so dumb.”, you grin as you roll onto your back and Eddie turns to face you. 

“I hear that in the store and it makes me think of you. To be fair though, everything makes me think of you.”

“Same especially since I don’t get to listen to music or anything like that so I literally spend my afternoons waiting for you.”

“I think about you both to but especially you, Daddy.” You turn towards Eddie and pretend to be talking only to him but loud enough so Steve can hear. “Do you think you could be serious when we play if he was wearing his work uniform?”

“Hm…is he wearing the hat?”

“Oh of course.”

“I think I could do it.”

“Yeah, ok, keep making your jokes but you can’t say you don’t find it sexy.” Steve wiggles his shoulders as he runs his fingers down his chest sexily making you giggle. 

“Maybe next time? If you guys aren’t too exhausted.”

“Never too tired for you, princess.” Eddie leans over to kiss your cheek as Steve wraps his arm around you again. 

“Wait a minute. I just realized none of us have eaten. The fuck are we doing in bed like an old couple?”

“I ate!” The metalhead reaches behind him and flashes the one bite of the apple you brought in with you. “That’s technically eating.”

He raises his eyebrows in playful warning as Steve jumps out of bed. “I’m assuming Enzos is out but we have some frozen pizza.”

“Can we eat in here? I’m still tired.”

Eddie smooths your hair as kisses your temple. “Oh, they are doing a B movie marathon tonight. You know how much Harrington loves those monster movies.”

“I can hear you!”, Steve hollers as he comes back into the room. “But I don’t mind those black and white ones. They’re so stupid.”

You softly smile as you watch them talk to each other so happy that they are yours. 

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this is going to be a long post because i HAVE to get it off my chest or else ill combust by the end of the week

i cant stand someone, specifically a gen x woman, coming in to my space and going on and on and on about cleaning. i know i talk about cleaning a lot, but that’s because i have to keep checklists to make sure im on top of everything. this woman comes into the place im staying and granted she has been coming here to visit for longer than ive been alive, but now i live here and i take care of the place pretty decently. meaning, i take care of the areas that i live in: kitchen, bedroom, living room, and front porch. i wipe the walls, i sweep and mop, i clean the counters and the fridge and the stove. i vacuum the couches and wash the pillow cases. but EVERYTIMEEEEEEE she comes to visit some of the first things she brings up “wow I really need to mop in here i can see all the dirt”. “this kitchen is so messy I really need to clean in there”. IS MY CLEANING NOT GOOD ENOUGH>???????????? i literally clean for hours the day before she arrives and still she cant go without making a comment.

maybe we are both neurotic about this and i’m just taking it personally. but i would never walk into a house that im letting someone else stay at and be like “oh wow i really let this place get messy in the year that YOU have been living here, I really need to mop the floor and scrub the shower!”

and what makes me extra extra extra aggravated about this is that there are other areas of the house that i dont go to, i dont touch and i dont clean because those areas (the second bedroom, the woodshed, the basement) are PACKED FULL like hoarder level full of absolute garbage that hasn’t been moved in 10 years AT LEAST. and none of that stuff belongs to me, so i dont have the OK to just clean it out, throw out the useless stuff, or organize it in a satisfactory way because its not. my. stuff. and yet, every time this woman comes over to visit, she spends a ton of time agonizing over the household chores that i take care of every day, especially so the literal day before she gets here, and she actively ignores the piles and piles of crap that have accumulated in areas of the house that i have no reason to access. except the basement, which should be storage for everyone on the property, but instead is packed floor to ceiling with shit that she refuses to deal with. i cannot understand this. if it were up to MEEEE…… this entire house would be so clean and organized, ESPECIALLY the basement and woodshed because those are great storage areas for stuff that we actually need/use. im filled with rage.

and then i KNOW that she is silently judging me because she wakes up at 6 am and immediately cleans the kitchen and dishes, meaning that by the time i get up at a reasonable hour (8am) all of MY CHORES are done. so i look like a lazy moocher. even though EVERY DAY that she isn’t here i s[pend a good hour or two cleaning and resetting the house. and she will never see that because she’s an insane gen x who cant let anyone else have a chance ever

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Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 4, episodes 7 and 8, "The Initiative" and "Pangs"

The Initiative

Buffy failing at getting lunch she's literally me guys <3

Oh my gosh Forrest is awful "matressable"??

Maybe she's Canadian you know what fuck you (<a Canadian)

Dry lip Spike jumpscare

Ominous

Fall fascism

Giles' disappointed face I'm crying

Well Xander wanted something to do

Spike feeding time

Can vampires survive without drinking blood? Like will he just wither and die

Despite all his rage he's just a rat in a cage

"I always worried what would happen when that bitch got some funding" Snsbsjsbis

Buffy is just like me fr (I'm taking a psych class)

Damn

"I like her" sndbdjdjsk

Riley stop bullying her

"Is it raspberry fruit punch?"

Frisbee indoors

Get him Riley!!! Next do that to your friends that also objectify Buffy

They couldn't even give bro a bed

Ouch that's rough

Spike freeing that guy just to throw him to the wolves

Riley shoving the box of weapons under the bed for the second time without noticing I hope this is a running gag

"I've seen honestly faces before. They usually come attached to liars"

"You can fascinate a woman with a piece of cheese" moment

Deserved tbh

Bro said really said "bring it in"

The drug deal stance

"If you hurt her I will beat you to death with a shovel" you should've kept that promise girl at least should have given him a good whack

Immediately opens with school talk

"Cheese?" With that hopeful look on his face

Best fight scene in the whole of BTVS

Their personalities really bounce off each other well

Dingoes ate my baby starts playing

That was thoughtful of him

Area 51 core

Buffy with a gun?

Riley you're so annoyingggg

THE RADIO IM CRYING

There's a girl in the background who kind of looks like Tara

He couldn't kill her I'm crying 😭😭

Willow has such low self esteem she feels upset that Spike wouldn't bite her

SNSBEBEJJE he's hyping her up

Get lamp'd idiot

Willow imitating Foxy from FNAF with that jump

Yeah Buffy!!!

Pangs

Buffy jumpscare

IS THAT FUCKING ANGEL GET OUT OF HERE!!!

Well I appreciate the commentary on how Columbus Day and Thanksgiving (at least the origins) is fucked up. More than I expected tbh

Hell yeah secret underground cavern

"It's a yam sham!"

Spike is NOT looking good

I don't know if the face paint will help hide from vampires

Oh ouchie her neck

Willow's got all the ear knowledge

"Indian" there it is

Honestly if Angel grabbed my face i would also assume he was Angelus again

"All this leaving for her own good garbage, because that's what it is" Get his ass Willow I love when she tells off Buffy's love interests

Honestly I just feel bad for Harmony she keeps getting used by Spike. Like at the same time she is incredibly naive (and also horrible in her own right) but like idk she's being treated so badly

Hell yeah!!! Get him Harmony

Okay yeah he has a point I'd want revenge too but the people now don't deserve to die for stuff they have mo control over

THE CROWS?? HE TURNS INTO A BUNCH OF CROWS?? THE CGI??

Girl you said Indian earlier

"You said you were gonna get fresh ones" "atrocities?"

I'm glad that BTVS probably brought some of these events to the public eye. They didn't really teach about the horrors the European settlers put the Indigenous people through so it's good they talked about it in the show. Though I don't think they did it perfectly obviously

"I think he's lost his edge" crying

Xander's penis got diseases from the Chumash Tribe 😔

Buffy mixing harder

Xander, Anya is tight there 😭😭

SPIKE

Bro is so pathetic

I think they should have let the spirits kill some racists. As a treat

Spike desperate for that brandy

SPIKE GETS SHOT

"I'm not evil again why does everyone think that"

Spike cosplaying a pincushion

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!"

I do like how all throughout this episode, Buffy was desperate for Thanksgiving with her found family. She does love them a lot and her own family is... not great, her life is turbulent, and she just wants a good supper with the people closest to her

THE BEAR

"A bear! You made a bear!" "I didn't mean too!"

"That's for giving me syphilis!"

The way she stabbed the bear reminds me of the ending of Coyote Moon, the non-canon Buffy book that also has shapeshifters. She stabs the undead shape-shifting bear to death with a steak knife

Willow I don't think you can blame yourself, you were fighting for your life

WHYS SPIKE LOOKIJG AT THE CAMERA

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What is that Galaxy-Eyes AU you made?

Ok I'll do a quick master thread to compile all the art and ideas I have for this AU so it's properly,,, somewhere!!

It's a futuristic AU called "Galaxy's Constant", a Universe in which Kaito calls upon Galaxy-Eyes once more. If I could draw a single good looking human in less than 2 months then I would absolutely try and draw or animate for this AU more

Some animations for the AU here and here (just links to other Tumblr posts)!

Here's a little prologue I've had gathering dust to introduce the main idea of the story

wow bazinga

I'm utter garbage at outfit design and fun fact I got two design concepts from two people who are way better than me at this, but in the end didn't end up using either of those amazing designs lol. But maybe one day for something else!! This is your typical "drinks 5 coffees a day" Kaito but also Uni/college student studying outside of Heartland when ruh oh! Something happens to his family (Faker and Haruto) (no doubt at the hands of Mr. Heartland) so he hurries to Heartland Tower. To deactivate the defensive measures and break in, he has his trusty Orbital (and bike for travel)

He doesn't end up being able to reach his family but does retrieve an artifact before escaping from security. It's the Photon Spear woooo and he ends up throwing it at the sky, surprised when it seemingly defies gravity to fly higher before releasing a giant-ass dragon!! It's a battle hardened Galaxy-Eyes, having laid dormant for so long that it's appearance is ragged and it struggles to use its powers

There's an immediate connection, the dragon is not hostile and Kaito feels familiarity in its presence... As seen in the Kaito concept, Kaito starts carrying the spear around to summon GE at will. Really want to make use of the idea that the spear's sides can fold in so Kaito can pack it in a guitar case and then other people go "omg you play guitar?" and Kaito's like uhh (GE is a huge ass mf but Kaito keeps them a secret for as long as he can)

Aaand I haven't gotten that much further with filing out the plot with anything concrete!! But I really like the idea and will certainly try. Mizael and other Zexxys appear eventually, as well as an equally large Tachyon dragon for a huge Galaxy-Eyes duke off!!

Some weird fucked up plot about space and time is gonna happen and I'm really bad at writing anything like that but no matter. What matters is that Galaxy-Eyes becomes even bigger and prettier and makes everything okay and all the humans live happily ever after

And lots of angst but maybe a few hijinks as a treat too. I will say that Mizael stabs a guy with the Photon Spear at some point and that's about all I can say about that

Thank you so much for showing interest kind anon and encouraging me to put this stuff out there for once

[ajawnich]

hello my beloved followers i realized i haven't given a life update or really talked much lately so i shall now

my mom has officially moved out so it's just me and my dad now. things are honestly kind of nice because my mom has hoarding tendencies so our house was always full of shit we didn't need and all the clutter and mess everywhere was kind of oppressive. everything is so clean and organized now so i'm kind of enjoying it. but i feel bad for enjoying it because yknow, it's my mom and i miss my mom and i feel bad for finding positives. but also, my mom is doing a bad job hiding that she kind of resents me, i guess because i get to stay in the house and continue living the life she can't anymore. she keeps saying "your life isn't changing at all" as if she wishes my life Did change, like that i would get uprooted like she did, which i think is kind of a fucked up thing to wish for your child. she just seems angry that i haven't been falling to my knees crying in front of her over the whole thing; my whole life she's always judged me because i don't Perform Emotion the way she expects me to, ie she doesn't like my autism. i'm not someone who cries very much, i probably have a genuine cry maybe once every six months or even less. and i especially don't cry in front of people. but she can't fathom the idea of being sad without crying about it, so she's convinced i'm not sad at all about being separated from her and even said i was happy about it at one point which just pissed me off.

so tbh she kinda created a self fulfilling prophecy, i was sad about her leaving and my life changing like this, but as she started acting more and more resentful about it it's making me not miss her as much. and i mean, yeah, there's definitely stuff i'm not gonna fucking miss about her lmao. here's a list <3

• she has hoarding tendencies so no more clutter everywhere. everything now is so clean and organized, we actually have space in our house, especially in our dining room and basement. we could barely walk through our laundry room before.

• she would buy things in bulk and hoard them because they were on sale, ignoring that people less fortunate than us could have used those sales way more. all my friends know about the great 20 Sticks Of Butter In Our Fridge saga.

• she would buy things she knows we don't use because they're on sale, and when we didn't use them she'd still get mad about it. she accused me of wasting food constantly despite buying things i never asked for. i have ARFID on account of my autism so she knows there's only a few foods i eat but she would still buy foods she knows i wont eat and get mad about it anyway.

• NO MORE DIGGING THROUGH MY FUCKING TRASH. this woman used to dig through my trash because she's allergic to throwing things out. she would buy clear trash bags just so she could scan the garbage easily. the worst one was when i threw out some underwear because they were getting old and stained, and she bragged about taking them out of my trash and wearing them herself because they fit her, and scolded me for "wasting them". disgusting!! lmao!!

• no seriously this is genuinely freeing. i can throw things away now. i can donate things i dont want. i dont have to vet every fucking item with my mom before it leaves this house. because usually what would happen is that she'd say "i can sell this, i'm going to put it in the yard sale" and then it would be in our house for a decade longer because it wouldn't sell in any yard sale we had. like there's legit stuff in her yard sale stash that i wanted to get rid of 15 years ago and she's just held on to because surely this will be the year she gets five dollars for it! surely!

• no more becoming enraged if i have the nerve to lock the door because she thinks she's entitled to access to me 24/7. i would say no more barging in without knocking, but she still does that every time she comes over to our house anyway 🙃

• no more eating my stuff. like this isn't as bad as the others but it always pissed me off when i'd ask for a pie or something similar and i'd get one piece and the next day it would be gone. she would say i "wasn't eating it" and say how she Had to eat it because it would have gone to waste if she didn't. she doesn't understand that normal people don't eat an entire pie in one sitting, so she really will just eat my whole fucking pie and then tell me i was gonna waste it because i didn't inhale it all at once. and yes she would do this on my birthday with cakes and the like as well. eat my whole fucking birthday cake 🙃

there's a lot more i could get into, i had a whole post a while back about how sexually inappropriate she was with us as children so i'm always going to have resentment towards her for that, but i wont get into that right now.

ANYWAY yeah ive just been adjusting to living alone with my dad and it's honestly been pretty good. and i hate to say this but i think it would have sucked a lot more to live only with my mom. in fact i kinda think it would have been a nightmare. the reason i stayed with my dad was because he kept the house, and i refuse to move out of this house lol. it does make me feel bad that i haven't visited with my mom very much but like i said her acting like kind of a bitch about the whole thing is not helping her case here.

besides uhhhhhh all of that, i've been doing not very great. i've been feeling really lonely, i crave attention from strangers that i'm never gonna get, and ive been trying to draw but it feels kinda pointless because i know not many people will care. it doesn't help that i have ajawnich brainrot but none of my friends like them so i can't really talk about them 🥲 i'm currently drawing my pookies and trying to have a "this is for me" attitude but it does make me sad rip. i've also been struggling with things like personal hygiene and keeping my room clean, it's an absolute mess right now and it's stressing me out just looking at it. i've at least had fun playing infinity nikki lately and i think perhaps i should post about it here more.

anyway uhhhhh i love you guys thanks for sticking around, i've been losing followers lately bc i'm annoying so thanks to all those that are still here

[failed-inspection]

🔥EPIC CLUMP LORE MASTER POST YEEEAAH🔥

Hii Hiii I'm very much in the mood to ramble about my Rain World ocs, so what better way to start off with that than going over the little guy in my icon, behold, Clump!

Before I explain their deal I should preference by saying that:

1: they have no connections to the Notosverse (THE RW OCverse with Pioneer, Poet, Luminal, and generally the rest of my 100% serious Rain World ocs)

and 2: they started as a jolly co-op joke oc that was NOT meant to be taken seriously at all, but evidently I suck at making 100% joke ocs so whoops, they're now semi serious semi joke and all around all very goofy so please keep that in mind, and 3: uhh yeah

- Clump is most certainly a purposed organism (obviously), most likely being created some time after the original Spearmaster was sent out during their first mission, but before the pearl was delivered/shortly before the rot happened, however, who created them and *why* is anyone's guess. No one knows, not even Clump. They'd just shrug if asked. But the most common theory is that another iterator saw Spearmaster, thought they looked weird as hell, and attempted to recreate them for themselves

- At one point they probably encountered the original Spearmaster and went along with them to Suns on their way back from the first mission... Suns was rightfully a bit spooked because Where The Hell did they come from and how, Clump ended up going their own way after the start of the second mission however so it wasn't like they ended up living with SM and Suns 😔

- Clump got their name from 'looking like a clump of [The Original Spearmaster's] skin', according to Suns

- they discovered what rot is after encountering The Memory Conflux Garbage Wastes Room, after being chased by a salamander, the both of them ended up falling into the rot pool, while Clump was able to make it out, the salamander was not so lucky, having been dragged down and eaten by the proto rot

- the reasons they give to wanting to cure the rot, according to them, are as follows:

1: They feel that slowly rotting away and being eaten alive is a horrific fate no one deserves, even for a god machine (though they claim to have little attachment to the iterators as individuals despite that, whether or not that truly is the case is a major point of contention, lol. lmao. they're clueless about it but deep down subconsciously they really do care for the iterators due to the lingering sense of familiarity.)

2: the fact that rot is being introduced to the surrounding areas is a major problem, as it puts everything and everyone else in the vicinity in active danger due to how the rot can become mobile and thus able to actively seek out and eat creatures, alongside being hard to kill, plus, who knows what else, what if it turns out to be infectious towards the wildlife as well!?, it's not worth finding out, so better get rid of it all than regret it... Maybe that could save the area or something

3: They want to have a name for themself, recognized as the one to took action when no one else did anything and cured The Rot, maybe even get on the cover of Time Magazine Slugcat Of The Year for doing so

- while their desire to cure the rot does seem to be genuine, if not just a little shallow in some aspects, their ways of trying to do so... Really lack surgical professionalism, it essentially borders on slapstick cartoon logic, they have tried the following in treating the rot: throwing ibuprofen at it, shooting it with a rifle they found, spearing it several times

- if their name followed in game scug titles (The Monk, The Hunter, stuff like that), they'd have 'The Medic' as a title

- They're!!! Stubborn!! They're determined to find a cure and won't take the idea of giving up as a possibility!

- they started wearing their bandana after discovering the rot as a means of defense against it, fun fact, their bandana is made out of the same stuff as the fabric that coats explosive spears, meaning they can wrap it around a spear as like, a one time use way to craft an explosive spear when in a tight spot since rot cysts are weak to explosives

Extremely goofy for a scug? yes but also I am having so much fun and ended up getting attached so oops