#cause yea some of these colors are a bit bright

[galaxygermdraws]

The S8 nostalgia continues to hit so I drew all of Boatem. This. Took. Nearly 3 days to render. Because I decided to render all of them individually, and by that I mean each of them have their own layers. Was that an unhinged decision of me to make? Yea. But, the final result is something I am really happy with!

(reblogs with comments/tags are appreciated. I will be putting the individual stills of each member under the cut. Thankyu)

[gonegirlaccount]

Bruce x popular!m!Reader where both Bruce and the reader are popular and well liked people in school, very good friends, and head over heels for each other. Some stuff I would like to add to my request is that the reader also plays baseball/plays basketball.

Go crazy! :3

AHH THIS IS ADORABLE AND I WANNA WRITE THIS OFCOURSE !! :33 and btw (Y/N) has a sister in this

Baseball Boys! (Popular!M!reader X Bruce Yamada)

(Y/N) and Bruce have been friends for awhile now ever since they both first saw each other on the same baseball team. Bruce liked how supportive (Y/N) was with all of his teammates so, why not be friends? But lately, it started turning into something more for him. Every glance he gave him made his heart throb, every time his body grazed his, even it was just a slight touch, his breath would hitch in his throat and every-time he smiled at him, his face would heat up. He knew what it was, but he was going to deny it. After all, how did (Y/N) feel?

He was looking forward to the next practice and he was really anxious to practice with him and to see him again. His heart skipped a beat when he saw (Y/N)walk in and he just couldn't take my eyes off you. He wanted to go up to him and talk to him but, He was too shy to say anything and instead, just smiled at him. The black-haired boy’s smile widened when (Y/N) smiled back at him with a little wave. He then looked away. He wasn’t usually shy or anything when he was around the (H/C)-colored boy when they were younger, so why now? God, his feelings made him look like such a fool.

The day after, Bruce couldn't stop smiling. He still felt his breath hitch in his chest as thoughts of being next to him made his heart pound. He had been so nervous of what to say the day before that he just didn't say anything at all, except for the small waves they exchanged. He wanted to tell him so bad, but his fear of rejection and losing their friendship was too much. He wouldn't tell him, at least not anytime soon. He hoped his feelings would just go away eventually.

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It’s been a few weeks since he finally accepted he was Inlove with (Y/N) but that still didn’t stop him from blushing and stammering. Bruce found out that his sister and (Y/N)’s sister have found out about his feelings somehow. “Cmon..tell him you like him!” Amy said, poking her brother’s arm while (Y/N)’s sister poked the other. “Yeah! (Y/N) likes you too so you better tell him or else it’ll be too late and he’ll forget about it.” She says and Bruce freezes. He liked him back? “Yeah he does, do you like not see the way my brother looks at you?” His sister scoffs, he must’ve said that aloud. Then the doorbell rang. Shoot, he forgot (Y/N) was coming to pick up his sister from his house. Bruce was about to flee the living room and run off to his room but his sister held his arm down. “Tell himm! We’ll run off after so you can talk.” Amy explains and Bruce sighs, knowing he can’t get out of this.

But then Amy let go and Bruce took that as his chance to flee but as he went to leave, there was (Y/N), a bright smile on his face. His (E/C)-colored eyes met Bruce’s hazel ones. Amy and (Y/N)’s sister ran off to Amy’s room, giggling loudly as they hid behind the door. Bruce took a deep breath. “Amy told me you wanted to talk. So..what’s up?” (y/n) said, scratching his head. “ilikeyou(y/n).” Bruce rushed out in one breath, which made (Y/N) tilt his head in confusion. “What? Can you like say that again, but slower and more clearer..I couldn’t hear you properly, heh.” He chuckles softly.

“(Y/N), I like you. In like a uh…in a crush way.” Bruce explains, feeling his face beat up as he averted his gaze away from (Y/N). The (h/c) boy blushed and seemed a little surprise. “I like you Bruce, in like a crush way too!” (y/n) says with no hesitation, causing Bruce to bring his eyes back onto (y/n) who seemed a bit closer than he did before. “You..you do?” Bruce asked, pinching himself slightly make sure he wasn’t just having a weird dream.

“Yeah! I figured you uh did too but I wasn’t really sure…but you just confirmed it for me!” (Y/n) spoke with a cheerful tone. “This means we’re boyfriends now, right?” He said softly and hugged Bruce, giving the black-haired boy a peck on the cheek. “Uh yea…yeah, it does (Y/n).” Bruce mutters and hugs him back. He could feel his face heat up again. Bruce could also see Amy and (y/n)’s sister high five each other and give Bruce a thumbs up.

“Wanna icecream and go roller skating at that new rink opening up? It can be like a date!” (Y/n) asked with a smile stretched on his face as he let go of Bruce and moved back.

Jeez, is (y/n) gonna make his heart skip a beat and make him look like a fool no matter what?

[awkwardlyfangirly]

HI TGIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER SO YEA

MAYBE A GN READER THATS FRIENDS WITH THE TURTLES BUT HAS MORE A CONNECTION WITH LEO AND THE READER GETS ATTACKED BY SOME CRIMINALS AND LEO SAMES THEM AND ENDED UP DOING THE SPIDER-MAN KISS AND THAT WOULD BE LIKE THEIR FIRST KISS TOGETHER OMFG

I AM SO HONORED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST EVER

hope u enjoy! :)

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x female reader ~ tw/cw: reader gets somewhat unsuccessfully mugged in an alley lol

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You were normal, right?

Like, you didn’t have a lot of friends. That was normal.

And you were a senior in high school. That was also normal.

You lived in an apartment with your dad, and you had two older sisters who were studying abroad, and you had a hamster named Oreo Cupcake, and you had a lot of posters on your walls. Normal.

You were normal, right? Right??

You’d spent so, so many years of your life desperately wanting to not be normal. Just wanting something, anything, to happen to you. Just wanting to stand out.

And look at you now. Spending so much of your time hanging upside-down off your bed, blasting music into your eardrums at a volume that will probably cause early hearing loss, staring at the texts pinging into your phone and just wishing that your life was anything resembling normal.

Because the truth of the matter was that you were not normal. Not at all.

Your few friends were four color-coordinated human/turtle mutant ninjas who lived in the sewers, blew up your phone with the weirdest texts you’d ever be able to imagine, and annoyed the chicken nuggets out of you. They wouldn’t be normal even if they didn’t live in the sewers or weren’t, you know, mutant human/turtle ninjas. Also April, who was technically “normal,” but lived the same decidedly un-normal existence as you.

Not normal. You weren’t normal.

You hung out in the sewers most of the time with your ninja turtle friends and sometimes encountered other weird things like a raging celebrity chef turned pig mutant who tried to kill you or a raging news anchor turned worm mutant who tried to kill you or a sweet and bubbly random dude turned capybara mutant who constantly provided you with the best lemonade you’d ever had and --

and yeah. Not normal.

Which is why you felt… decidedly unsurprised when you found yourself being backed against a wall by a pair of humanlike foxes -- or foxlike humans -- in a dark alleyway. Unsurprised; just disappointed. You knew better than this. You shouldn’t be getting mugged.

“I don’t want trouble,” you said. Your eyelids were so heavy. You’d just finished the closing shift at work; you’d been getting your hands cracked and calloused with mop and broom handles for the past thirty minutes. You just wanted to get home and put on Phineas and Ferb and sleep.

The yokai or mutant or whatever standing on the left smiled, his teeth vicious and bright in the artificial moonlight of the city. “Should’ve thought of that before you bothered to come here wearing that.” He reached out with a sharp, curved claw to hook the chain around your neck, scratching your skin a bit.

“Okay,” you said.

He yanked, sudden and firm. The necklace came off in his paws.

You flinched.

You were trusting beyond trust that they wouldn’t hurt you -- that they’d take the necklace and go -- but the second yokai or mutant or whatever put a paw on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she said. “Hey. Look at that.”

“At what?”

And she gestured at the Hamato clan symbol you wore around one wrist.

“You know where we’ve seen that before?”

“No,” the first yokai or mutant or whatever said, sounding irritated. “What are you --”

And the second one leaned in to whisper into his ear.

You watched his eyes widen and his ears perk up.

“You’re kidding,” he whistled. “You’re kidding. So you’re a Hamato, kid?”

Okay. That was trouble.

Guess Phineas and Ferb and the sweet, sweet embrace of unconsciousness would have to wait a little while.

The yokai or mutants or whatever -- you were leaning towards ‘yokai,’ seeing as they’d recognized the Hamato symbol -- had made you press your arms above your head, against the wall. But you slowly shifted your fingers until you could depress the panic button.

There were two gentle pulses against your fingers -- the panic button silently letting you know that it had transmitted your signal.

You stared at the sickly sweet grins spreading across the faces of your attackers and your throat clenched tight.

Hurry, you begged. Hurry.

There were four Hamato boys. Raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. Currently all in a giant pile in the living room, biting and kicking, while Splinter screamed at them to settle down, he couldn’t hear his TV show. SETTLE DOWN. And finally he had to step in and slap them all in the face with his hairless pink tail, and even then, Leo and Donnie were still glowering at each other.

Splinter sighed, deeply, and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Boys --”

And then the panic signal activated.

It alerted each of the brothers, pulsing against their wrists until they tapped it twice. It was Y/n’s signal.

Leo felt his heart drop.

It was Y/n’s signal.

“Where is she?” he said, quickly, as the brothers gathered around Donnie to stare at the map on his armband. All thought of the last minute’s tussle was out of everyone’s mind. The only thought was her.

Donnie moved his fingers to enlarge the map. “Right there,” he said, tapping at her blinking icon. “Let’s go.”

You were still standing in the same spot, pressed up against the wall, as the yokai argued about what they should do with you.

“Big Mama,” one of them was saying, without stopping, over and over and over again. “Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama.”

The other kept talking over her, loudly. “You know how Big Mama is. She’ll steal us for the games. We won’t have a choice. The Foot Clan will want her. The Foot Clan hates the Hamato. The Foot Clan doesn’t run a bloody battle to the death that they will inevitably trick us into.”

“Big Mama,” the other kept saying, louder and louder. “Big Mama. Big Mama.”

You tried to scoot towards the opening of the alley. They didn’t seem to notice; they were so wrapped up in their own argument. Closer. And closer. And closer. Just a few more feet --

“Hey,” one of the foxes said, and you felt its claws close around your shoulder. Your heart leapt into your mouth and you stopped breathing for a moment. It dragged you back into the alley.

The other yokai sighed and admitted defeat.

“Fine,” she huffed. “Fine. You’re right. Big Mama is too dangerous to deal with. We go to the Foot Clan.”

Her brother chirped happily.

“You heard her,” he growled into your ear, the sudden tone shift startling you. “We’re going to the Foot Clan. Come on. Let’s go.”

The Foot Clan. April was always more eager to tag along on the action than you were; she and the boys had told you all about them. You’d only encountered them twice, yourself. And you weren’t eager to encounter them again.

Please hurry, you begged again. Please hurry.

And you didn’t move your feet fast enough for the foxes; they shoved you forward, roughly, and your heart rose into your mouth again. Propelled itself up through your throat. You choked on it for a second, gasping for air.

Please hurry.

They’d received the message, you knew. First there were the two pulses letting you know that your signal had transmitted -- and then three more pulses after a few seconds, letting you know that they’d actively received and acknowledged your signal. They were on the way. They could track you if you were moved anywhere. You would be fine. You would be fine.

For a moment, you wished you were April instead -- she was so strong, so full of life and fire. She’d have both of the yokai on the ground, sobbing, without raising a single finger. And then you felt bad for wishing April was here, instead of you.

Please. Please hurry.

They had to. They had to. You’d never used your panic button before, but you couldn’t imagine it would take them too long to respond. Especially since you were on the surface, on the streets of New York -- not too hard to track, probably. Hopefully.

Please.

You didn’t have many friends. But these friends were like your flesh and blood. You knew -- without even having to think about it -- that you’d die for them. Again and again. You’d give up anything for any single one of them -- go without food or water or sleep for days -- face your darkest fears and the darkest parts of yourself. Just for them.

And they’d do the same for you.

It was why you wore the Hamato insignia on your wrist: a symbol marking you as one of their own, part of their family. You were there for one another, always; protecting one another, always.

They’d be here. They’d be here.

The foxes cackled again -- their laughs were chilling, echoing sharply through the warm night air -- and the one grabbed you, slinging you over his shoulder. You went limp. Every muscle in your body went completely limp, immediately.

You held your breath.

“Wait,” the other one said. “The Hamato clan -- wouldn’t they want her back?”

“There are still Hamato??”

“You’re so dumb.” His sister rolled her eyes. “Yes, there are still Hamato. Remember? Those turtles?”

“Ohhh, yeah!”

“I bet you they’d pay a ransom beyond all ransoms.”

“I trust the Foot Clan more than I trust those Hamatos, though,” her brother mused, and before she could reply, one of Those Hamatos had landed with a THUD on the fire escape above him.

“Hey!” it said. “That really hurt my feelings!”

You tried to twist your head to see what was going on -- but before you could, a hand grabbed the back of your shirt, and you were yanked backward, off of the yokai’s shoulder and into the security of the roof above.

“You good??” Leo screamed twice in your ear before you finally came back to yourself and coughed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay --” you started, and then he wrapped you tight in his arms.

“You sure??”

“Yes,” you gasped, as he crushed the lungs out of you.

“I was so worried!! You’ve never set off your panic button before!”

“I’ve never been mugged by two kidnappy yokai before!!”

“Fair point,” he admitted, and squeezed you close again.

You sank your head into his shoulder.

He was firm, and warm, and his shell was solid and sturdy under your shaking hands. A breath in -- and then you started to sob.

He rocked you slightly back and forth. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re alive, alright?”

You nodded, still sobbing, and he rubbed the back of your head with one hand and pressed his face into your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “Sorry I’m so dramatic. It just --”

“Not too dramatic,” he said. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He portaled the two of you back down to the floor and the other brothers gathered around you as Leo climbed back up to the fire escape, dangling his feet and keeping his eyes on you. They asked you if you were alright, and reassured you that they were taking the yokai to the appropriate authorities. You told them you were alright. You thanked them.

“I’ll help walk you home,” Mikey offered.

“I’ll do it,” Leo called, from the fire escape.

“I don’t really --”

“I’ll do it,” Leo said again. “I got it, really.”

And so they left. Leaving the two of you alone.

“I’ll help get you home,” Leo said. “Don’t worry.”

He’d hung himself backwards off of the fire escape, his head dangling close to yours as you turned towards him.

“Thank you,” you told him. “I appreciate it.”

His entire face lit up when he smiled.

“Anything for you,” he said, softly.

Now, all four of the Hamato boys were four-fifths of your best friends in the world. But Leo -- ? Leo was your favorite.

You didn’t know what it was -- “soulmates,” perhaps? -- but the two of you had clicked from the moment you met. You could tell him anything, and he would listen; and vice versa. You knew his hugs like the back of your hand, and his warmth was always a comforting presence next to you when neither of you could sleep and you ended up at each other’s houses, idling away the time until you dozed off together. You loved all of the boys, but you loved Leo the most.

You’d never tried to kiss him, and he’d never tried to kiss you. You’d never discussed taking your relationship to that stage. You were just there for each other; the best of best friends; forever and ever.

But he was hanging upside down in front of you and staring at your lips.

That seemed like invitation enough.

You stepped a bit closer to him and placed your palms on his cheeks and started to lean in, your heart pounding so hard that it seemed absolutely definite that he could feel it in the pressure of your hands.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you. His eyes moving from your eyes, to your lips, and back.

He didn’t pull away. He didn’t try to right himself. He just dangled there, and stared.

And then he reached out his own hand, relying on his legs to keep him in place -- and he touched your own cheek, his thumb gently caressing your lips. His hand pulled you a little closer --

and then, contact.

Contact.

Your lips on his, or his on yours, who knew? Did it matter?? It didn’t matter to you. Nothing mattered to you, suddenly. You couldn’t understand anything except the soft firm gentle warmth of his lips and the way they moved against yours.

You gasped for breath, your mouths still together, and he kissed you again, and again, humming against your lips as you gulped in your shared air.

You felt his heartrate speeding up, right where your fingers met the junction of his jaw with his throat. You broke your lips away from his and kissed at his pulse.

“I like this,” he mumbled, putting both of his hands on both sides of your head, cupping your jawline. “I like kissing you.”

And you giggled and rested your forehead on his chin. He took the opportunity to kiss at your own heartbeat, fast and giddy in your neck.

“I like kissing you too,” you whispered, and he took one of your hands in his and brought the fingernails to his lips.

It was a long, long while before he finally walked you back home.

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.6- Drugstore Adventures

Warnings: Drug usage, smoking, profanity, some inappropriate topic (?)

<>: Flashback

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Day 8, 1986

Slash had a heavy feeling in his chest, one which he couldn’t shake no matter how much he tried. Sitting across from Izzy at the hell house, watching his friend light up a spoon, he sighed.

“Iz man, I gotta tell you something”

“What’da do now Slash” Izzy said looking up at him, Slash wasn’t really the kind of person to speak in such a nervous manner, so Izzy knew it was bad.

“The day before Y/n saw the dude die” Slash sucked in a breath “She walked in on me Oding”

“Jesus fucken christ Slash” Izzy said shaking his head at him

“That’s not it”

“What the fuck do you mean that’s not it”

<>

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell Duff” Y/n smiled

“Yea, fuck thanks” Slash said “Thanks for not freaking out and leaving me there to die” he let out a breathy laugh.

Y/n looked over at Slash and let out a short laugh also, “Yea, this isn’t my first rodeo”

Slash, in his drugged haze, and Y/n, in her high haze, both looked at each other.

Slash let his eyes roam around Y/n’s face, until she spoke up.

“You’re looking at me for too long” She smiled

“You can’t blame me” Slash said softly, looking into her eyes

“They’re your eyes” Y/n scoffed/ laughed

“Well they can’t help it” He said, now looking at her lips.

Slash knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he did, he leaned in and kissed her, and to his surprise she kissed back, but only for a second, before pulling back.

“You’re fucked” She laughed

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“I don’t fucken believe you” Izzy said, looking at Slash with a shocked expression. “Not only did you Od in front of her, but you fucken kissed her!” Izzy said in a hushed voice, even though he and Slash were the only people in the house.

“Look I know it’s fucked- ”

“Yea, kissing Duffs little sister is fucked”

“What do i do?” Slash said rubbing his palms together nervously

“If she hasn’t said anything, then you don’t say anything” Izzy said looking at him “Plus Y/ns got a lot of shit going on right now, i don’t think she’s worrying about it as much as you are” he shrugged

“Yea, you’re right” Slash sighed.

“Just don’t kiss her again” Izzy smiled

“Fuck you”

*

“How long do you think we’ve been sitting here?” Y/n asked John, the pair sitting across from eachother on Johns bed.

“Im not sure” John softly said, Iggy Pops ‘Fun house’ playing in the back.

“How have you felt?” Y/n said, using her hand to move some of his hair out of his way.

“I don’t know, sad I guess” John sighed “But you’ve helped me feel better”

Y/n showed him a soft smile.

“You know what we should do?” John said suddenly

“What should we do Fru?” Y/n smiled at the boy who had now, jumped out the bed and stood in front of her.

It had been three days since the godforsaken day, and Y/n had made it her priority to help John and stay by his side. Seeing a little bit of progress, it helped her feel better.

“We should dye our hair!” John said excitedly

Y/n looked at him, still with her bright smile “Dye our hair?”

John just nodded, “And what color were you thinking Mr Frusciante?”

“Blond” He stated, as if he had just came up with the idea on the spot (which he probably did).

“That’s a good choice” Y/n said, now getting off of Johns bed. “What color do you think I should do?”

“Blond” He smiled at her.

“Fru” Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes “My brothers blond”

“Hm. Black?”

“Black sounds good”

“Alright then! let’s go” John said, handing Y/n her shoes.

“Where are we gonna get it anyways” Y/n said, forcing her foot to go into her shoe.

“Drugstore obviously” John smiled.

“huh, okay”

*

“This one?” John held up a box of hair dye to Y/n’s face.

“beautifully blond” Y/n said in a seductive voice, “Sounds perfect” She laughed.

“Wait… why do you have two boxes and I only have one” John said furrowing his eyebrows

“Hm. let’s think” Y/n said looking at him “Maybe it’s cause i got long hair” she gasp as John rolled his eyes.

“Smartass” he said

“The smartest” Y/n smiled at him

“Should i get two?”

“Nah”

*

“Hold still Fru!” Y/n said as she put the dye into Johns hair.

Y/n already had her hair up in a clip, and now she was struggling to get John to hold still. Which was damn near impossible.

“I’m trying! i just wanna see if you’re doing it right” John said as he looked at Y/n through his bathroom mirror.

“Okay how about” Y/n said as she left Johns bathroom, going into his room and grabbing his guitar, “How about you play me something while i’m doing this” she handed him his guitar.

“Fine” He said, grabbing the acoustic “what do you want me to play?”

“Anything” The girl said, splitting a section of his hair.

“Anything anything anything” John repeated to himself while looking at Y/n’s concentration face through the mirror.

“Okay” He finally said, strumming his guitar.

“That’s nice” Y/n spoke after a few moments of silence.

John smiled as he felt his cheeks heat up.

*

“Do you have a blow dryer?” Y/n said as she and John sat on his bed, a joint being passed between the two.

“Pretty sure my mom has one” He spoke as he looked at the towel on Y/n’s head. “Do you wanna use it?” He asked

“Please”

“It should be in the bathroom drawer” He said, nodding his head towards the door.

“You’re not gonna come with me?” Y/n’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“You’re the one who needs it” He told her, joint in his mouth.

“right” she said getting up and walking into Johns restroom.

Looking into the first drawer, she found it. She closed the door and began to dry her hair. Without thinking about Johns attitude.

She furrowed her eyebrows together, unsure if it was because of the hair brush going through her hair or because of the bitter feeling she felt with the way John spoke to her.

In the middle of drying her hair, the bathroom door opened.

“Are you mad at me?” John said as he looked at her.

“Why would I be mad?” She said, watching herself dry her hair through the mirror.

“Cause you never came back to my room”

“Didn’t think you wanted me there” She shrugged

“Why would you think that?” He said, trying to get her to look at him.

“With the way you spoke to me, seems like you don’t even want me to be in your house” She said, running a brush through her hair.

“I know I sounded fucked up, im sorry okay?” John said as he grabbed the dryer from her hand, turning it off.

Y/n finally looked at him, “Do you like me John?”

John was shocked at her sudden question “What?”

“Do you like me?” she asked again, softly grabbing the hairdryer from Johns hands.

John tripped over his words, “W-well yea i like you, of course I do”

“Okay, I forgive you then” she said, turning the dryer back on

“I just told you i liked you and you just-” John said as Y/n turned the dryer back off, then turned to him.

Then she kissed him.

“There you go” She said, pulling back, both of their cheeks flushed.

John looked at her with wide eyes, not only were his cheeks red, but also the poor boys ears were on fire.

He stated at her the whole time she finished drying her hair, and when she took her time putting everything back.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked worriedly.

John just pulled her into another kiss.

They pulled away, hearts fluttering as they stared at each other.

“Yea. I’m okay”

Y/n just smiled at him.

*

“I’ll see if i can come tomorrow, I think Duffs getting tired of me leaving” Y/n said as she kicked at nothing, standing on the last step of the stair case in front of Duffs apartment.

“Hopefully you can, or maybe I can come over?” He asked her nervously.

Y/n smiled, “Maybe you can, I’ll ask Duff”

“Okay cool. See you tomorrow” John said, waiting for a kiss from Y/n, which she obviously knew it was what he wanted.

The girl looked around, and in back of her to see if anyone was there, before leaning in and kissing John.

“See you tomorrow Fru” She smiled at him, turning around and walking through the complex door.

Y/n waltz into Duffs apartment, smile on her face (which she tried to hide, considering the fact she heard all of the boys there before she walked in.)

“Hey guys” Y/n spoke softly “Like my new hair?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Looks fucken sick” Steven smiled at her, standing up to go look at it up close.

“Thanks Stevie, where’s Duff?” Y/n asked

“I’m right- Oh my god” Duff said with wide eyes, looking at Y/n’s hair.

“Was that good or bad?” The girl asked nervously, after what happened Y/n had became quite unsure of herself, she made a mental note to look that up at the library when she goes back to Seattle.

“It’s- Its different” He said, walking towards her.

Y/n just stared up at him, not only is she the one who doesn’t look like the rest of the Mckagan clan (Her mom says she has her grandmas look), but she also didn’t inherit their height (She stood around Y/h, which wasn’t bad).

“Are you mad at me?” She said as she put her hand on her hip.

“No! no im not mad, I think you look cool” he said. Duff had been walking around egg shells with Y/n, and this being the first conversation she’s held with anyone, he’s making sure to keep the ball rolling.

“I think it makes you look mean” Axl jumped into the conversation.

“Huh” she said “That’s a good thing right?”

“Yup. Exactly why I dyed mine black” Izzy spoke, eyebrows raising as he remembered what Slash had told him earlier in the day.

“Awww Izzy & Y/n are twinsies” Steven said, picking fun at Izzy.

“I see nothing wrong with that” Izzy shrugged

“That’s the nicest thing i’ve ever heard” Y/n smiled at him.

“Okay so me calling you cool wasn’t nice” Duff rolled his eyes.

“Oh you’re right, you’re so nice Duff” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Did your little boyfriend dye his hair too?” Duff asked, smirk on his face as he watched Y/n blush.

“Fru is not my boyfriend” She quickly spoke, “But yes, he did” she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You tired?” Duff looked at her, getting a sense of Deja-vu to when they were younger.

“Yea. I’m gonna go to bed.” She said, walking past her room and into the bathroom.

“Thought she said she was gonna go to bed” Steven said

“Some people brush their teeth first Steven” Duff said as he sat down.

Steven laughed “You’re so right”

“Do you really like her hair?” Axl spoke in a hushed tone.

“Yea actually i do, i think she looks rad” Duff said

“Better hope she doesn’t attract anymore boys” Axl teasingly smiled at him.

Izzy choked on his beer, coughing to recover.

“Woah! you okay?” Steven said as he patted his dark haired friend on the back.

“Yea- yea i’m fine” Izzy cleared his throat, fucken Slash he thought.

“Honestly, I think we should meet that Fru kid” Axl said, more serious look on his face.

“I was thinking the same thing, but i don’t wanna go all crazy parent on Y/n” Duff ran his hands through his hair.

“True. We should just wait for the right moment”

“Why do you keep saying we Axl” Duff chuckled

“Goodnight guys” They group of boys turned to look at Y/n, saying their goodnights as she walked into her room.

Duff and Axl looked at each other

“Cause that’s our little sister” He smiled at his blonde friend.

Not all of ours, Izzy thought

*

“Y/n” Slash said as he saw Y/n walk into their shared room.

“Hey Slash” The girl tiredly smiled at him, “Why aren’t you with the guys?”

“Cause I um, I wanted to talk to you” He said, rubbing his palms together.

“Go on” The girl said as she put her oversized sweater on.

“I’m sorry i kissed you, i shouldn’t have done that” He spoke quietly

Y/n smiled at him, “Don’t worry about it Slash, it’s cool”

“Yea, cool” He said even quieter “I’ve missed hanging out with you”

“Me too Slash” She said, now sitting on her bed, facing him “Sorry I haven’t been around much”

“Yea” he said “That Fru kid been taking up a lot of your time”

“I know, I just-” she looked down “I feel like after what happened I just have to be there for him, but i really like him too y’know?” she spoke quietly.

“Do you like him more than me?” He asked, unsure why he was saying all this.

Y/n smiled “Don’t start a competition between you and Fru, he’s not Tracii”

“I fucken hate Tracii” Slash mumbled, smile on his face.

“Hey I forgot to tell you, remember that party Steven threw” Y/n said, suddenly remembering that she never told Slash about what had happened with Tracii

“Yea i remember, not all of it though” He winked at her as Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, but could you believe Tracii tried to kiss me?” She said as he watched his eyes widen.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious as serious can be” She said, nodding her head.

“That dudes fucken weird” He said “This is perfect, gives me another reason not to like him” Slash smiled at her.

“I knew you would say that” Y/n laughed.

Slash looked at her head, “I knew there was something different” he said, pointing to her hair.

“Surprised it took you this long to notice, you like it?”

“Looks fucken dope” he smiled at her “I like it”

“Do you like it better than my natural color?” She mocked him.

He rolled his eyes “Shut up”

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FINALLY UPDATED!! I’m so sorry i’ve lagged to update. Also sorry this one’s a bit short, i’ve had some writers block ngl 😓😓. But were you guys shocked with that little loop i threw in?

Gonna try to update soon!!! Hope you guys enjoyed. Till next time xxx

[cathy-plus-e]

(note: ****don't open until it's halloween****)

anyways ----

Trick or treat!! 🎃👻🦇

so in this game, I guess we give anything..

I'm giving you...

<<Top 10 Things I Like About You (or your blog)>>

Your Mori analyses/posts about Mori (made me be willing to know him more)

Your honesty (like honestly slay. it's so good that you're being yourself and you don't try to act innocent lol)

Your interactions (aaa haha it's fun interacting w you)

you're CHILEAN!! (idk. I find people who can speak more than 1 language really really cool lol)

You're self-aware <3 (I love how you're just like, 'yea I have red flags. here they are' lol.)

you're a ✨ mathematico-humanista-artistico ✨(english translation: someone good in maths but also really likes arts and literature and history) but for you, you are a maths person who also likes music and literature <33 (i hope i got that right)

Your iconic "<<< >>>" (seriously, thats like ur trademark lol. its cool. i like it)

When you highlight your texts <like this>> (like u make it bigger and then you color it with a bright color like pink or something. I think thats cool)

You have a good schedule (8 hours of sleep!!). dang, I need to do that too lol. slay healthy and logical king haha 👑

When you helped me w math that one time lol.

You block and report rude people. (honestly slay. don't waste time on people who are rude 😩💅)

your honesty. (again!! sorry, I can't emphasize this enough. I love honest people so much. I love straightforward people 😊 cause personally it's so hard when people don't tell you what they *really* think and then you have to guess what they're feeling and drama happens because you don't know how they really feel. -- sorry for venting a bit hehe but yes. I appreciate honesty a lot 😊)

13. You're very nice and kind and decent 🤭 (Ik you're a mori kinnie so you do have some red flags lol [i mean who doesn't?] but I love that you're really decent when it comes to things -- you aren't rude for no reason, you respect other opinions, it's really sweet that you want to make your teachers happy 😊💓, etc. (Oh and that one time where you were calm and your friend gave you 1,000 pesos -- that was a really fun story hehe. congratulations again 🥳keep it up 😄😄)

14. and honestly like - even if you have 'low empathy,' your actions are more important than your feelings -- and ur actions/kind words made me feel good a lot 🤭 so thank u 💓

also based from your posts, I think you're a good student so your teachers must be happy to have a student like you hehe.

aaaand that's it, I think 😄. (I know it's 14 reasons and not 10 but whatever. TT. anyways...)

Happy Halloween!!! 🥳🦇👻👻🦇🦇

(no need to do something like this for me btw, I just wanted to give you something hehe 🥳🦇🦇🦇)

Have a splendid day/night cathy!!!🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🦇

<3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

edit:

get well soon <3 (+ drink lots of water lol)

Thank you so much 🥰🫶🏻

I really appreciate those words and how you see through me. ✨ Have a good 31st of October! ✨

[pumpkinsy0]

okokok haitian shepards!! im totally in for it, i dont know much about haiti or the culture so i would love for you to tell everything

how would they celebrate holidays? any special days?

how would their culture show in their everyday life? any slang they would use?

what foods would be everyones favourite? who would cook everything or would thwy cook for themselves? (i need new recipes to try)

omg someone asking ME about haitian shepards?????joyous day it is yahoo!1!1!1!1!1 another win for me to rant LES GO

but anyways!!!

they generally celebrate holidays by getting together (either w their gang or w their actual like biological family) and cooking!!!maybe they even wear cultural clothes in the day!!!!well mostly angela but i mean curly and tim let her put make up on their face to celebrate it so awwwww yea baeby

in particular i feel like they celebrate mardi gras/kanaval, rara and fèt gede (pretty much day of the dead)

now fèt gede (and maybe rara????i think????) invilve haitian vodou so like i also hc them to dabble in that just a tad bit maybe???i feel like their grandma practiced it maybe even was a manbo and that kinda passed down onto their mom and in turn their mom taught them some things and they were interested in it, but then again i kinda flip flop between them being into vodou and them growing up christian so idk take this paragraph w a grain of salt

now!!!!! in their everyday life, they speak creole or add creole words into their sentences, they have a very small haitian accent, very small, u couldnt tell unless u were like born in haiti but its there, they also know a bit of french and maybe spanish too (i had a hc that their mom grew up w a lot of dominican friends so she grew up w a shit ton of specifically dominican spanish) so ig u could call the trilingual, they also use a shit ton of slang, like enough for their gang to use some of it and some of the ppl in school to as well, i cant think of SPECIFIC slangs rn but just know that they do, they also tend to make a lot of haitian food, like enough that they have to share w their gang if they wanna get rid if it, but its ok bc its rlly good!!!!

now i hc all of them to b artist in one way or another and i hc that their art is impacted by hatian culture, they have bright colors, its expressive etc etc

they also do a ton of haitian dances like konpa (now ur SUPPOSE to do it w a partner but i mean u could do it on ur own and still look cool!!!), so tim and curly arent rlly dancers BUT ANGELA IS and she ALSO dances merengue (not to b confused w the dominican version but that version looks cool too) and yanvalou

they flirt using creole i dont make the rules

some foods they make r haitian spaghetti and cornets, pikliz (not rlly a FOOD food but u can use it w food), blan manje, pate kòde, lambi, griot (thats literally their favorite mine too xoxo), plantain, doukonou, i dont remember what its specifically called but theres this haitian sausage thats rlly fucking big and a lil spicy and its rlly good and they love that too cause its so #good, and a bunch of other foods and deserts and drinks!!

generally, tim cooks for everyone but curly and angela love helping (all they do is fucking eat the food the lil rats)

hope this answered ur question thx for asking!!!

[sycamorality]

DEAR VOIDS SLUGCAT DESIGNS HERE WE GO.

also this nightcat is seperate from my invterator askblog nightcat. for clarification

id honestly consider the cut arena scug 4 an oc at this point. it deviates so much from the One sprite we get. oops

seperates + Not So Line Lineup under cut AS WELL AS DESIGN NOTES woooh boy. MIND YOU its really long

the Not So Line Lineup

survivor! scar on snout is based on one of the cut arena sprites for player 1, it has a little.. scar? notch? line? there. survivor passage symbol on head as well and freckles :) some brown to match monk sorta. spikey fur!

^ what the scar is based on

overall more rounded than survivor, to reference the monk passage symbol which is also on their head. a little dewlap to reference gourmand - i think gourmand and survivor and monk are related. lighter yellows to reference survivor!

third sibling!!! the little orange line on their head is actually karma 7 (i realized survivor is karma 5 and monk is karma 6- so why not go with the theme?) and a sorta partial saint symbol on their head, missing the middle line. yellow/red accenting color to reference monk and survivor sorta. blu :)

sorta pinker. based on one of my old draft designs, just made a little better. green accent color to match sig. a little fluffy and sharp. ear tufts cause theyre fun and a tufted tail. hunter passage symbol is also on tail teehee. sig's head symbol is also on hunter. the scar is also green

nightcat is some sorta weird echo thing. to me. little wings for the fun of it. i dont have much on this design honestly other than i used dodge A Lot. the accenting pink on the dark purple parts was originally an accident but like? it vibes.

wanderer! cause actually why not. the white symbol on their chest is a half of sig's symbol, i'd like to think sig helped suns make wanderer. if you put its head symbol together with nightcat it makes the scholar :) blue accenting color is close to the negative/opposite colors of nightcat.

i dont have many notes for this biggol guy. sorta looks alike survivor and monk i suppose. feathers! theyre sorta rose colored i think. idk. it looks nice. simple patterns cause gourmand is a symbol guy

artiiii. i wanted to put an accent color on arti but it was so Hard because i was Stubborn and Needed That Damn Cyan on it. markings based on a siamese cat except for the ones on the arm and legs, theyre sort of tabby based?

green pup is tabby based in markings, pink sorta looks like flower petals. blue pup is siamese cat based in markings and the yellow? idk it looked nice

RIVULETTT. i love rivulet. i made the bright sunset gradient contrast by adding some darker but still vibrant blues and purples to the design, as well as a cream. there's also actual gills udner the display frills (which also got a color update to match instead of being an offbrand bi flag). also webbed fingers!!!

vibrant fuckin purple because it looks nice actually. made it have some cream-pink-purple thing as underbelly instead to make it look nicer. head markings are based directly on suns :) biggol Orb Eyes to Stare In Your Soul. accenting colors sorta match rivulet? idk? they just look nice without contrasting too much. also whiskers. and tall. and thin with long ass grabbers

i kept getting "portal colors" and "aroace flag" and like YEA YALL ARE RIGHT ACTUALLY i just wanted to fit blue and orange on it though lmao. anyway pretty simple body markings to make up for the Six Fucking Accent Colors. three forehead dots are yellow while there's an x on its back and head thats blue... to imitate the rot :) why? figure it out yourself

inv!! not much has changed since honestly i just saturated the colors a bit more i think. idk. i like the yellow on inv though so i make it more prominent sorta? just a guy. still an iterator that turned itself into a slugcat. to me.

originally based on this cut arena slugcat

then i uh. accent color and scales and um. um. im so normal about this slugcat holyshit curveberry my beloved.... anyway the scales were originally a dark teal? then i hueshifted them and Oh Fuck Dusk Colors Holy Shit. its so good i genuinely love this design so much i doodled it lmao. the scales are based on a pangolin. i actually have ideas for this if it were to be a slugcat campaign...

another cut arena slug! this time this one. i tried to keep it more in line rather than go a bit silly ehe. i still like how this came out- i think the accent color is nice. it looks like bingus to me actually. bingus slugcat

iggy projection slug. weird thing with lines under its eyes

to me this is another of nsh's purposed messengers. the lil guy that sent the distateful message. whatever it was icr the exacts but. him. boy. the darker pink is like armor like a centipede. looks like ham to me

iggy projection slug that had silly little small ears so i thought i'd include them

i was having so much trouble with this design but @pinkavtomation actually helped me out because i was. Struggling so hard and i was streaming doing these designs in vc (for 9 hours straight... voids) 'n it sent this and honestly. yeah. funky vitiligo cat to me.

colors r sorta based on vanilla and chocolate icecream???? thats what i was thinkin when i was lookin at it honestly. just a lil guy to me

[jinxthequeergirl]

It wasn't all bad

Previously steve Harrington x reader Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: 🚩S4 spoilers🚩you where able to connect to the upsidedown through Visons but after some incidents at starcourt mall it left you sightless because of this you are left babysitting

Warning: poor writing cause this is the first thing im writing in months otherwise nothing...I think.

So This was meant to be part of a bigger Steve x reader turned Eddie x readef series i was planning but idk how well it'll do so i give you this small tidbit and if it does well who know i may write the whole series

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It wasn't all bad.

You told yourself that constantly now.

You learned to live with it.

With the horrible truth that because of a gift you didn't want or ask for you where punished.

You still dreamt of that horrible moment. Trapped your own head with that thing as it took your vison.

It wasn't all bad. It was offten times beautiful.

You couldn't quite see people but instead figures and outlines of colors that made up the person in front of you. If they where close enough and you could almost make out a face.

Other times if you focused hard enough you could still go back to that black void and clearly see the scene infront of you. After Starcourt though that was to draining anymore.

It wasn't all bad.

You still had people who loved you and helped you.

You still had steve.

Though after summer he seemed to change and wanted something else but he would never tell you that. Until eventually the not telling you the truth got to be to much and you broke up with him.

It wasn't all bad.

"Why Don't you stay With Eddie this time?" Nancy suggested. "Are you serious? You want me to babysit while you guys go get to do all the fun cool stuff?"

"I wouldn't call it fun.." Robin muttered.

It wasn't all bad.

You kept repeating this to yourself over and over hoping some part of you believed it hoping it would stick. That it really wasn't. That your life wasn't constantly shattering piece after piece since that night ladt summer.

"C'mon Shes Got a point Y/n." You turned to steve in disbelief. "Steve Seriously?" Everyone went quiet, you could just barrelly make out their distored figured shifting uncomfortably infront of you. An aray of color you learned to identify as your friends.

"It would be easier to find Vecna If I came along you all know that!"

"Y/n we can't risk a repeat of last time if you try to find him. Who know wbat will happen to you this time."

"I don't have much else to lose Harrington." You snapped. "It's too dangerous!" He shot back. You bit the inside of your cheek, you knew exactly what he meant when it said it was "too dangerous"

"No..yea you guys are right...I'm just a liability I'll just get in the way of things."

"Y/n thats not what I said." You walked past him and the rest of the group back down the hill to the boat house. "You Didn't have too!"

You slammed the door shut slumping to the floor, you could hear the cars enginee start up and slowly fade out into the distance then it was all quiet for a moment.

It wasn't all bad.

"Hey...shouldn't you be out there ya know...kicking Vecnas ass.. Clearing my name?" You looked up in the direction of Eddies voice and offered him a simple smile.

The colors that made up Eddie in your mind wheren't something you where Quite used to.

Robin was a beautiful light blue, Nancy was a brilliant pink, Dustin a fun yellow, Steves was one that used to comfort you, a darker blue almost like how you remembered the night sky.

Eddies Was bright, loud, and warm. Red and orange swirling around eachother.

"The rest of the gangs got it." You said, he hummed and you watched the swirl of color move across you and slump beside you.

You could hear him drum his hands against his legs and make a popping sound with his mouth. "Soo...can I ask what happened to your...ya know...?"

You giggled slightly at his attempt to ask his question. "Remember those monster we told you about? The ones before Vecna?"

"Yea." He nodded.

"Well...I would get this like crazy vison from the monster, like I could see what the monster saw or where it was and I saw the people it hurt...eventually it caught me..."

"Shit..."

"Its not all bad though." You reassured.

"How so? I mean if it was me i would be pretty bummed. No offense!"

"I can still see somethings."

"Like what?"

"Well I can see you, kinda...I can see an outline of you and colors almost like...almost like your aura or someshit."

"Really!? What color am I?" You had both menuvered to face crisscross facing eachother to better engage in the convorsation.

He leaned forward excitedly anticipating your response. "Your kinda like...a fire..bright red and orange."

"Wicked..."

"See. Not all bad." You nudged him with your elbow."

You stayed together for hours talking about everything. You told him about your life gory details and all and he told you about his not so heroic or exciting life. You wished you could truly see him now instead of trying to match a face from freshman year of highschool.

It was now hours past the time Steve and the others had left you and you and eddie lied on the floor still talking half asleep.

"I'd like to hear your music sometime, I bet it's...metal as hell." You laughed at your poor attempt to say something cool your eyes half lided shut but you where happy to hear him laugh along.

"I'll be sure to make you a tape when this is all over." You hummed happily. He looked over at you seeing you dozing off beside him. He sat up quickly and pulled his jacket off and drapped it over you before laying back down beside you.

"Where have you been my whole life..." He muttered under his breath.

"I've always been here." You muttered back not opening your eyes. "Maybe you're the blind one Munson." He cracked a smile.

He swallowed thickly before speaking "Ya know when this whole thing is over we should-"

You sat up quickly. "Shhh shut up!" You snapped. "Ok well..."

"Eddie quiet!" Eddie finally zipped his lips you both turned to the window hearing noise from the main house. "Someones here!"

Eddie scrambled to the window to check and found Jason and his friends rummaging around outside. "Shhhit! Shit!"

"What!? Who is it!?"

"Our covers been blown!" He yelled in a hushed voice. He grabbed the walkie and began calling for back up from the others.

Radio silence. "Shit." Eddie went quiet again.

"Eddie? Eddie?"

"I've got an idea." He yanked the tarp off the boat and grabbed your arms pulling you up and helping you into the boat.

Your head began pounding and images crossed your mind. You could hear eddie paddeling and someone yelling in the distance.

You doubled over in pain holding your head.

"Y/n? Y/n? Hey..talk to me..." You felt eddie shaking your shoulder. "Keep rowing Eddie!" You yelled gripping your skull. "Shit."

"Stop saying that!"

"Freak get back here!" Jason yelled now closer than before. Images of a dark room and someone in the center of it flashed across your mind,along with images of boys swimming in the wated behind you. Everything was happening fast and all at once.

You cried out in pain before your entier surroundings changed and you stood in the dark room.

You panted heavily taking in the room. Familiar particals floated around in the air and slimy vines littered the floor. "No..no.."Eddie!? Eddie!!?..fuck..fuck...EDDIE!?" you you stopped screaming when you saw the thing in the center of the room.

You slowly stepped twoard it. The closer you got the more you made out what it was.

A human like creature, disgusting raw flesh slick and wet vines and arm attached to it suspending it in mid air.

You gulped as you stood beneath it staring up at its shut eyes. "Vecna..." As if he hear you his eyes snapped open and stared into yours. You yelped and fell backwards. Instead of hitting the floor you fell through darkness landing in water.

You coughed on impact. The previous room fading away and leaving you in a familiar dark void water covering the floor. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and above you a boy floated.

You stared in awe. "Hey!" You pushed yourself up slipping and splashing around as you did. "Hey!" You tried to reach him but as you moved twoard him you slowly sunk into the black water. You despretly tried to call to him. "Hey!! Wake up!"

But it was to late you watched the boys limbs snap in directions no human should bend, his jaw snap open in a perminate state of horror then his eyes...when they burts you let out an ear peircing scream and shut yours. Suddenly the darkness consumed your vison again and the water enveloped you. You couldn't breath or see anything you began to panic screaming and thrashing around.

Suddenly something gripped your waist. You let out another startled scream and tried to wriggle free but it tightened its grip on you and moved you through the water until you felt the cold air hit your face.

You still fought until you where dragged to shore. "Hey! hey! y/n! calm down! Clam down its me!" You finally proceeded what had pulled you from the water. Eddie cupped your face trying to ground you. You could just barrely make out the firey color of eddie infront of you.

"Eddie..." You lunged forward and hugged him. "God don't do that shit again man! I thought vecna got you!" He said gripping you tightly in his arms.

"What happened back there?" He asked.

You thought a moment, still playing back what you saw in your head as you tried to catch your breath.

Yea.

It wasn't all bad.

[ann-non]

Crafty

Pairing : Joshua x fem!reader

Genre : slice of life, established relationship, crack (kinda)

Word count : 1,2k

Warning : no proof-read

Author’s note : Today I was learning a new pattern to broaden my crocheting skills and as someone who enjoy doing arts and crafts, I think it’d be nice to have a crafting date with Joshua. I think I read somewhere that Joshua wanted to try knitting. So yea, here’s another self-indulgent fic about it. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Positive criticism, feedbacks, and comments are always welcome! Have a nice day or good night wherever you are!!

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Crafting dates were always a staple in your relationship with Joshua. With his fame, the two of you could hardly have an outdoor date as people would recognize him, so staying inside is always more ideal. Thankfully, neither of you were the outdoor type either and with your similar hobbies, spending quality time together in the warmth of your shared apartments, surrounded by arts and crafts materials is just a pure perfection. Most of the trinkets and small decorations in your apartment were things that you made with your boyfriend or simply things both of you made separately.

Of course your crafting dates weren’t always smooth-sailing and failure was inevitable from time to time. Like that one time both of you tried pottery at home, you ended up with leaking cups and bumpy plates. Or that time you were so adamant on trying sewing a suit for him, it ended up ripped the moment he lifted his arms, though you unfairly blamed his ridiculously magnificent arms instead of admitting your miscalculation when making the pattern.

Both of you enjoy the fun of learning new craft, even found it quite relaxing regardless of the struggles that came with it. And the funnest part is to actually learning it by yourselves without any help of the professionals. There’s this special taste of accomplishment when both of you managed to do make a decent craft only with the help of videos or the instruction in the box. So when he came with a box of yarns of various colors and some crochet hooks, you were more than happy to join him.

“Finally!!” You exclaimed with a bright grin. Shua has been talking about wanting to try crocheting for a while, but due to its time consuming nature, he said, the two of you have yet to do it together. “Well, you said you can crochet, so I expect your guidance here cause I have a goal in mind,” he said with a small smile as he settled the box in the table.

“What goal?” You asked him curiously, hands already digging through the variety of cotton yarns, picking some of your favorite colors. “You know, our group’s anniversary is coming in May, I though it’d be nice to make something more special other than beads bracelets,” he explained, sheepishly scraping the back of his neck. “Oh! That’s actually a great idea!” You excitedly pulled himself to sit on the sofa with you, the box settled in between.

“So yea, maybe you can teach the way?” his lips curled into a rather sheepish smile. “Of course!” You nodded happily, taking a ball of yarn and a crochet hook and gave it to your boyfriend before taking one for yourself. “So we start with making this loop,” you made a loop with the yarn, making sure your boyfriend could see it clearly and follow it.

Being such a diligent student, Joshua followed your instruction carefully, his attention was all on you. “So you insert the hook here, and hold the yarn like this, then pull through. Then you hook it again and pull through,” you explained as you worked on your own yarn, pausing a bit to look at him. “And you continue like this,” you added, continuing to make a chain.

The two of you sat in silence for about fifteen minutes, crocheting the chain quietly before he paused and looked at you curiously. “Uhh, babe, how long this chain will be? It’s can reach my elbow. Look,” he said, stretched the crocheted chain and it indeed came really close to his elbow. Looking at him, your lips curled into a meaningful smile, followed by a small chuckle.

“I don’t know what’s next,” you said sheepishly, earning a dramatic gasp from him. “What?! Then why did you say you can crochet?” He asked in disbelief. With an apologetic grin, you said, “Well, technically I can crochet..” You lifted up your work. “A chain,” continuing your sentence gleefully. “If you can’t make anything other than a chain, that means you can’t crochet, tho?” He shook his head softly as a sigh left his lips.

“In my defense, you never ask what I can crochet, so..” a soft chuckle left your lips as you found the whole situation kinda funny and apparently he did too since he laughed along with you soon after. “We’re helpless,” he said in between his chuckle. “Not to mention the disappointment. You tricked me,” he said in an accusing tone, but you know better than anyone else that it was a fake one. “I didn’t. You should’ve ask more details before drawing a conclusion,” you said with a light shrug.

Reaching out his hands, he playfully ruffled your hair, making you whine since he made it so messy. “If only I don’t love you,” he said as he stopped, moving his hand to rid the strands of hair away from your beautiful face. “As if you can do that,” you said cheekily, when you looked up, you were met with his gentle gaze and a fond smile. “Of course I can’t. How can I when you’re this annoyingly adorable~” he cooed, squeezing your cheeks with his warm hands.

Even though you protested and struggled to pull his hands away from your face, you lost to his strength. Just when you least expected, he pulled your face closer and placed the softest kiss on your lips. “So how should we do this?” He asked as he casually pulling away, then glancing at the yarns inside the box.

“We can always watch youtube tutorials for beginners. It shouldn’t be too hard.”

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Bonus

“Thanks, Josh. Thanks, y/n,” the guys said with their brightest smiles at the two of you as you walked out their dorm since you have a dinner plan with your boyfriend. Once you’re completely out, the twelve males gathered in the living room with the ‘presents’ in their hands.

“Are they seriously telling us to wear this during our concert?” Seungkwan was the first one to open his mouth, staring at the result of your crocheting project with Joshua.

“It’s supposed to be a beanie, but why do I feel like I’d look like a gnome..?” Woozi said, fiddling with the so-called beanie in his hands. His blue ‘beanie’ had way too much length that it looked more like the hat worn by dwarves than a beanie.

“Hyung, I can’t even fit my head in it!” Mingyu looked up with your masterpiece pathetically sat on top of his head, barely fit in.

“Well, they did work hard. I’m sure it took them a while to make thirteen of these,” Dokyeom said, trying to be positive despite of the fact that his was too big it covered his eyes.

“I quite like it.” Vernon’s quiet voice made the rest of them fell in silence, all eyes staring at him in disbelief. “It’s a nice sock,” he said innocently sticking his feet in it, making the others gasped.

“IT’S A BEANIE!!”

[in-ky]

An Old Scent [1] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, age gap, Negan

A/N: yay first fic! this will have four parts! i hope everyone enjoys. this is an au where the apocalypse never happened. 3.2k words

I squinted as I stepped out into the bright Virginian sun. People swarmed all around me, creating the steady hum of airport ambience that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I had just gotten off a four-hour flight home from college and all I wanted to do was shower and curl up in bed. But I couldn't. Oh, no. First I had to endure a fun thirty-minute car ride with my best friend since second grade. I scanned the curb in front of me for her small black car and caught sight of a tall woman waving at me. I grinned and walked forward, tugging along my baggage behind me.

"Ugh, it's so good to see you, Bee." I sighed as I enveloped my friend into a large hug. She let out a laugh and swayed us gently.

"It's good to see you, too," She hummed, rustling my hair "I forgot how short you were." Bee was an alpha; tall, muscular, and very quick to remind me of our differences. Of course, it was in a 'joking with love' kind of way. I was an omega; small, rounded, and very quick to punch her gently in the abdomen.

"I forgot how much of a jerk you are." I quipped, huffing and wheeling my bag to her trunk.

"Oh, come on, babes, don't be like that," Bee laughed, opening the driver side door and waiting for me to walk back to my side. "Now get in, we've got a lot of catching up to do."

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"How are your heats going?"

"Jesus, that's what you want to start with?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. Bee shrugged.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," She clarified, turning out onto the street "I'm just saying, I know they've gotten pretty bad as we've gotten older. Did you try out those tips I sent you?"

"Yea, I did," I said quietly, looking at the trees rushing by on the side of the highway "They worked for a while but..."

"But you need an alpha," Bee sighed, finishing the sentence for me.

"That's the plan for this summer," I agreed "Might finally settle down."

"You know, I'm always here if you need me." She said with a wink. I scoffed at her.

"I'm not that desperate," I laughed, shoving her lightly "Not yet, at least."

"Anyone take your interest back in Colorado?"

"Not really," I hummed, tilting my head in consideration. "There was this one guy. We dated for a few months but towards the end he became a total knot-head. He couldn't keep his hands off me. I thought it was cute at first, but after I started to miss a few classes...well, that shit got old pretty quickly." Bee made a disgusted noise.

"Ugh, men," She grunted, wrinkling her nose "I'm glad I never went through that phase. I'm perfectly happy with chicks, thank you very much. Much less of a pain in my ass."

"Oh, they're not so bad," I smirked "I think it's just alphas in general." She glared at me momentarily and I stuck my tongue out at her. We drove in a comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. That was always something I loved about Bee. We never had to fill every second with chatter, we could just exist together in the same space and be just as content. She started to hum along to the song that buzzed softly from the radio and my eyes tracked a hawk. Soon enough, we reached our exit and Bee turned the car onto a smaller road, starting the countdown to my arrival home.

"Are you excited to see your dad?" Bee asked, killing the silence.

"Yea, I am," I smiled. We hadn't always had the best of relationships, but the distance that college gave had done wonders for us. A few texts and calls had worked perfectly for us. When he invited me to stay a few weeks during summer I gladly accepted. I wanted to see just how well our relationship had strengthened. Plus I knew he really needed someone.

"How's he doing?" There was genuine concern in Bee's voice. A few months ago, my mom had revealed that she had been having an affair with one of dad's work buddies. She left with him and took my brother down to Georgia.

"I think he's okay. But you know dad, he's not really an emotions guy. He was starting to get some closure but then the divorce papers came in the mail. That really hurt him," I told her, twisting a strand of my hair around my finger. "I just don't know how Lori could do that to him, you know? She won't even let Carl up to visit. The new baby's cute, though. Looks just like Shane." Bee hummed in acknowledgement.

"Well, tell him I said hi, alright?"

"Will do." A few more seconds of silence passed. Until we stopped at a light. Bee looked up and spotted a billboard that sported a very familiar, very handsome face.

"Holy shit!" Bee shrieked, slapping my arm.

"Ow, what the hell?" I hissed, grabbing my shoulder. She pointed frantically at the sign.

"That guy! Isn't that, shit- the hell's his name?" Pulling my eyes from my lap, I let them settle on the object of her excitement. All of the color drained from my face. It was an add for a law firm. There was an old geezer posing proudly on the left, and to his right, was the man who haunted my wet dreams for the majority of high school.

"Negan." I gulped.

"Yea, your dad's hot friend you never shut up about." Bee groaned, pressing on the gas and moving us away from the sign. Negan was a lawyer/make-shift-law-professor and baseball coach at the local community college. He had a sort-of contract with my dad's department. Many times I had come home after school to the two of them puzzling out a case on the kitchen table. Negan was an alpha of alphas, something that got my little omega heart (and other things) pumping until I couldn't breath. His humor and dominating persona made me blush a deep crimson color any time I saw him. Sometimes I would spend hours sitting on the stairs just listening to him talk to my dad. His voice was something else. I had gushed to Bee about him countless times during our times at high school. But I hadn't seen him since my graduation party.

"I wonder if you'll see him again," Bee teased, nudging me again to pull me out of my trance of memories. Then, she did a dramatic gasp. "What if he's your mate?" It was my turn to slap her in the shoulder.

"He's older than my dad!" I squealed, burying my now-blushing cheeks in my hands.

"You're an adult I don't think it matters."

"I think he's engaged."

"Just 'cause there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't scoooore." Bee pulled a face at me and I returned her grimace.

"Whatever, you're lucky we're almost at my house." I huffed, falling back into my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Oh, yea, omega? What are you gonna do?" I rolled my eyes as she laughed off my grumpiness. We rolled to a stop in front of my driveway and a leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks so much, Bee, I really appreciate you," I grinned, popping open the door.

"No problem, babes," She winked, unlocking the trunk "But I swear to the gods, you better fucking call me and give me updates on everything, especially if you run into Mr. Hotcakes." I rolled my eyes once more and promised her I would before closing the door. I retrieved my bag and gave her a wave as she drove down the street. When she was out of view, I took a deep breath and turned around, walking up the driveway to the front door.

I knocked heavily on the dark oak door. While I waited for someone to answer, I decided to look around at the home I had left behind about a year ago. My childhood home had changed now and then over the years, but there were still some iconic pieces of memories in the front yard that could never be forgotten. My personal favorite was Eddie the garden gnome. He was a standard gnome: small and stout with a large white beard that led into a pointy red hat. His eyes were shut and his mouth was curved into a smile. However, he was missing a nose. I grinned as I recalled the unfortunate mishap that caused Eddie to become deformed. I was about twelve, and carl was five. He had gotten a kid's baseball from Negan for his birthday and had begged me to teach him how to play, since I was on the local softball team at the time. I relented and set it up in the front yard. Eddie was our outfielder. Eddie didn't have a mitt. Well, he did, but it was his face. Carl absolutely smashed the first pitch I tossed at him and hit poor Eddie right in the face, shattering his round, pink nose into pieces. Carl bursted into tears and I had to promise him that he did not in fact kill our precious protector of our house. Lori ran out frantically and comforted her son before giving me a thorough chewing out for damaging Eddie. We never used the set again. That she knew of, anyways. Negan always let us play in his yard, though. I smiled at the memory, but the clicking of the lock to the door pulled me from my train of thought. The door swung open and I was met with the smiling face of my father.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad you made it!" He laughed, pulling me in swiftly and squeezing me tight.

"It's good to see you too, dad." I croaked, letting out a small chuckle. I tapped on his shoulder as a signal for him to let go.

"How was the flight?" He asked as he stepped out to grab my bag. I told him it was good but that the screaming kids had given me a bit of a headache. He gave a small laugh and gestured for me to enter. I thanked him and he rolled my bag in behind me. We exchanged a few words but as soon as I walked through the kitchen into the doorway of the living room I was hit by a wall. Not literally, no, but rather a wall of overwhelming scent. It was a delicious swirl of campfire and whiskey, with a hint of cigarettes and leather. I paused for a moment, my eyes forced closed and my lungs taking a deep breath of the intoxicating air. Colors danced across my eyelids. My whole body was flooded with warmth and my toes tingled. I felt safe and calm, and there was something else; something deep within my stomach that I couldn't quite identify, something I never felt before. My eyes snapped open when I felt my father's hand rest firmly on my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind, sweetie, but I invited company over while I was waiting for you to arrive," He smiled at me. I got a good look at him then. He looked the same, his hair was a bit longer, a bit greyer. But his eyes were different. They were darker, rounder, rawer. I gave a soft smile and told him it was fine. He guided me into the living room. It was then I realized where that deadly smell was coming from. Or, rather, who it was coming from. "Negan, you remember my girl." In that moment, I held my breath as I scanned Negan. He looked fucking amazing, just as he always had. Perfect dimples guarding a charming smile, all surrounded by a gorgeous salt and pepper beard. His hair was longer than it was when I had left, not slicked back, but it still framed his face perfectly. Negan's body was draped casually over the sectional couch, legs crossed at the ankle on the ottoman. His arms were on the top of the couch and his wrists were dangling. He knew he was hot. That bastard. I suddenly became aware of his eyes raking over my form and I shifted from one foot to the other.

"'course I do, Rick," Negan said, voice silky and deep. I couldn't help but let a small shudder run down my spine. All I wanted to do was kneel down in front of him and curl up at his feet. I forced my inner omega down, shaking the thought from my head. "How could I forget the little slugger?" I cringed inside at the nickname. Especially the use of the word 'little'. I begged that he didn't still see me as the kid down the street. Instead as a grown woman. A grown omega.

"Hi, Negan." I greeted with a small smile, swallowing to relieve my dry throat. Now that I was next to him, his scent was clogging all my senses. I gripped onto the couch and lowered myself onto the cushion, hoping to ground myself. It helped, just barely. My heart was pounding, my instincts telling me to submit to this man in front of me. Why, though? Why now? He had never smelled this good before. No alpha had. Was I getting close to my heat? I did have a stomach ache, but that could be from Negan alone.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's college goin'?" Negan asked, sipping on his drink. He kept eye contact with me the whole time. Rick handed me a glass of soda and I thanked him.

"It's good!" I said after taking a sip, thankful for the hydration in my coarse throat "Towards the end it got a little hectic, but I was able to stay on top of everything, thankfully."

"You're studying film, right?" He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

"That's right," I grinned, crossing my legs to relieve some of the pressure the movement caused to build up in my lower abdomen "You still teaching law?" This caused him to chuckle. Literally music to my ear.

"If that's what you want to fuckin' call it." Negan sighed, falling back to his original position, hands resting in his lap "I talk, the kids kinda listen. I just do it for the coaching job, really. You remember how much I love that damn sport, right?"

"Baseball?" I asked, raising a brow "You mean the only thing you talked about at all of the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners you were invited to?"

"Touché." Negan grinned. Goddamn that smile. Butterflies erupted in my chest, beating hard against my ribcage, begging to throw myself at his chest and bury myself in him. Rick cleared his throat and smiled at me to get my attention.

"I want to know more about your college experience!" He beamed, rubbing a hand through his beard "Any special alphas you've got your eyes on?" I heard Negan choke slightly on his whiskey. A small bubble of pride rose in my chest. I laughed at his words.

"Dad, I don't think Negan wants to hear about my love life."

"Shit, doll, I don't mind," He grumbled "I don't get to hear any drama now-a-days"

"What do you mean?" I giggled, tilting my head "You argue for a living. Your job is to literally deal with drama."

"Yea, but that's complex drama," He growled, waving his hand dismissively "I wanna hear simple, schoolgirl 'he loves me, he loves me not' kind of bullshit."

"Well sorry to disappoint," I snorted, running a hand through my hair "but no, there's no one I have an eye on." Dad's smile turned into a frown.

"Shame." I heard Negan whisper. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear it. It was quiet, barely above his breath, and he said it while twirling his whiskey, following the words with a large gulp.

"You really should start looking, dear." Dad said with a sigh "You know it only gets harder as you get older."

"Dad please, I don't..." I cut him off "Listen, I appreciate you trying to understand this stuff, I really do, but I don't really want to talk about it with my father." He looked at me with an understanding smile.

"Sure," He nodded "But if you ever need anything, anything at all, you just let me know, alright." I nodded.

"Well, this sure has been fun, Ricky-boy," Negan grinned, getting to his feet and stretching his arms far above his head. "We do have that big court case in the mornin', though, and I need my shut-eye."

"Big case, eh?" I asked, rising from my seat as well. Dad nodded and excitement sparked in his eyes.

"You should come! It's an open court and I would love for you to see what I do. I know you always wanted to as a kid, but your mom made you wait until you were older. Well, now's the perfect time!" He rambled, grasping my shoulders.

"W-Well, I dunno, I don't want to be a distraction," I stumbled, taken aback by my father's display of enthusiasm. I turned to Negan, as if asking for permission. He just laughed.

"Oh-o, doll, I don't get distracted. Not in there, not anywhere. Don't you worry about a goddamn thing. You should come, Rick seems like he really wants you to."

"Okay, then," I grinned, nodding in commitment "I'll see you there in the morning then." I looked up to Negan and we locked eyes for a brief moment. But in that moment, something within me quivered. He brushed up against me and smirked down at me.

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart. It was nice to see you. You're lookin' great." It took all my willpower not to let out a whimper as he walked past me, taking his glorious scent with him.

My dad said that he should also get some rest, but that I could stay up as long as I wanted to. I was pretty wiped from my flight so I opted to follow him up the narrow staircase, tugging my bag behind me. I hugged him goodnight and stepped into my room. It hadn't been touched since I left last summer. The forest green bedspread was still perfectly tucked into the mattress and two plump pillows were perched at the head of the bed. My muscles ached for the soft release of sleep. I put my suitcase down by my dresser, taking a moment to smile at some old photos of me and Bee as kids. I showered and brushed my teeth before getting into the comfortable bed. I looked up at the ceiling and giggled softly at the glow-in-the-dark stars shining overhead. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular, but for some reason, all of my dreams were plagued by the sweet smell, sound, sight, feeling, and taste of Negan.

[lily-drake]

Happy Birthday Jason!

Jason ran as fast as he could through the streets back to his apartment where he knew his twin sister was waiting for him.  He raced up the fire escape and did a special tap against the window before opening it and entering the rundown broken apartment building.  As soon as he set his feet on the grossly stained carpet he felt a small body ram into him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY-JAY!”

His small sister, Marinette, cheered loudly as she crushed him in a hug.  He smiled as he hugged her back.

“Hey Pix.  Have you been good, didn’ cause too much trouble did ya?”

She shook her head against his chest and then jumped back as she ran towards their thin dirty sheet they used at night and brought it over to him.  

“Abuela gave me some money for cleaning her floors, so I gotcha somethin’!”

He pulled out a small cheap cardboard box from his hoodie pocket and handed it to her.

“Picked up enough money to get you somethin’ too.”

Her smile brightened, her smile didn’t belong in such a dark place.  They traded the gifts to each other and both were extremely happy.  Jason had given Marinette a small bracelet with a red string and different colored beads.  Marinette had gotten her brother an old book from the thrift shop that obviously used, but it was still good enough to be able to properly read from.  The book was titled Pride and Prejudice.  He looked so awed by the book and she felt immense pride in herself.  There was a bit of bread left over from a few days ago and Marinette made sure it was equally split so her brother also had his proper fill.  It was his birthday too after all!  

When it was time to go to sleep Jason read a chapter of the book to her then, the big meanie, made her read a chapter for him.  She stuttered a lot, but he would just smile and help her pronounce the word.  She was so lucky to have such an amazing big brother.

~~~~~~~~ It just didn’t feel right.  He had been living in the manor for a year now, and today felt so wrong without her.  Marinette had been taken by CPS three months before he had been caught stealing the tires off of the Batmobile.  He needed the money to hire a private investigator in order to find his sister.  It’s not that he didn’t trust Bruce, he just didn’t want him to put his sister into the danger that he was putting himself into as the new Robin.  He just knew that she would insert herself into vigilante life if she knew he was doing it.

Alfred seemed to understand what he was going through as he walked into the kitchen.  He didn’t know how the man knew, but he learned not to question it after spending about half a year in the manor.  He was silently eating his pancakes when Dick burst into the room yelling,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY J-BIRD!”

While scooping him into his trademark octopus hugs.  Jason struggled to get out of it as shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.  Instincts from living on the streets for many years never really going away.

“How old are you now?  You’re 14, right?”

“Yea, now get off me!”

He did not in fact get off of Jason, at least not until Alfred told him to a few seconds later.  Rolling out his arms and shoulders he rolled his eyes at his brother and turned back to his food.  After a few moments of peace Dick poked his arm to get his attention.  Jason sighed and turned to the side to look at Dick.

“Yes?”

“Here, I got you a present.”

Dick said with a bright smile that reminded him so much of his younger sisters.  He looked down and saw a rectangular looking thing hidden behind brightly colored and nicely wrapped wrapping paper.  Jason carefully took the book with a small thank you nod and tore open the paper to be met with a nice hard cover book of Peter Pan.

“I know we already have it in the library, but I thought you would want your own, and I just felt like you would like it.”

Dick said as he saw the gentle, reminiscent(?) look in Jason’s eyes as he stared at the book.  Jason willed himself not to cry as he stared at the book.  The book that inspired the nickname he gave his sister.  Abuela had read this book to them while they had stayed at her home during a harsh winter day.  Bless her soul, he knew that she was in the best place of heaven, if that place even existed.

Barbara walked into the kitchen with a bright smile and ruffled his hair.

“Happy birthday Jay.”

She said happily.  Jason looked up and gave her a small smile.

“Thanks.”

He hugged the book close to his chest.

“Means a lot.”

~~~~~~~~ Jason was angry, he didn’t understand why this was happening.  His body burned and everything felt like it was burning with pain.  He was training in the League with Talia.  He thought he had found a hint on where his sister was, and apparently his actual birth mother.  No, it was just a trap, and he had died by Joker's hands, and his sister wasn’t even there!  Now he spent the day training with Talia and whoever she saw fit to handle him.  His thoughts wandered to what his sister was doing, to what her life was like, if she was part of a good home, if she was still on the streets, if she was even alive.  No, of course she was, she had to be.  He refused to believe that she was gone before he could see her again.  

They are both 17 now, almost adults.  He would find her, but first he had to prove to Talia that he was ready.  He had to take out Bruce and his replacement.  D* that man, how dare he replace him like that.  He wasn’t just some tool, he was a person, he was important, he would show just how important he was.  This birthday was filled with rage that fueled him through the day, it was his motivation to find her one day and get his revenge.

~~~~~~~~ Jason watched silently as he attended a Justice League meeting with the rest of his family and Leaguers.  It was still rocky with his family, and he hadn’t been able to find a clue to where his sister was.  He still hadn’t told the others about her, though he was pretty sure B already knew about her from doing a background check or something.  He had never brought her up or done anything that made him think he actually knew about her though.  He had celebrated his 19th birthday, and so was she.  He was sure that she was still alive though.  He could never believe that she had passed.

A bright blue portal opened in the middle of the room just as expected.  Apparently Paris’s heroes were coming for a meeting or something today to discuss the Hero Ban there.  Five people in some form of animal themed suits walked through it.  A cat that looked like he could be Selina’s child, a bee, a snake, a dragon, and a ladybug.  

“Hello, I am Coccinelle and we are here to discuss the ban that we put up during Hawkmoth’s reign.”

He looked up suddenly, his eyes transfixed on the girl in the Ladybug suit that spoke.  His heart began to pick up racing quickly.  Her voice was so achingly familiar.  Her English was slightly accented in French, but it also had a small Gotham tint to it.

If this was a trick he would find a way to make the universe pay for this.  He hoped, he prayed to whatever God out there that existed that this was truly a gift from the universe.  He hadn’t realized that he had walked towards her until he was at her level staring into her eyes.

“Red Hood, what are you doing?”

Batman asked in his gruff voice.  He gently took off his helmet and mask before taking both her hands in his at her gasp.

“What are you doing, you bonehead fool?!”

Robin yelled at him, his glare intensifying.

Tears welled up in those oh so familiar blue eyes.  He had to be sure though.

“Marinette, is that you?”

She gave him a small nod before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.  Sobs left the young girl and silent tears fell down his cheeks as he ran his fingers through her hair in a comforting manner.

“J-Jason...I-I’m-”

“Shhh, it’s ok Pixie-Pop.  I got ya.  I’m not leavin’ ya again.”

It was silent around them as everybody observed what was happening, though the Miraculous team was shocked they smiled in a gentle knowing way.  A birthday gift from the universe it seemed, he wouldn’t curse it again…..At least he wouldn’t until the next world ending event.  He had his sister back in his arms, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

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Eavesdropping

Midoriya x f!reader

Summary: Y/n had just realized that she has a crush on her best friend, Izuku Midoriya. She confides in Mina while they were walking to class. However, someone just so happens to overhear their conversation.

Word count: 1.9k

Fluff with ⚠️language

This is my first time writing, enjoy!

“I still can’t believe it took you that long to realize it,” Mina joked.

Mina had once again brought up this embarrassing topic. God forbid you mention anything about crushes, it’s all she wants to talk about. But then again you are a bit of a gossip too, you just didn’t like when the topic of conversation was yourself.

“I've been single for the past 16 years, you really expect me to know how my feelings work,” you mumbled while the two of you walked to heroics.

It was exhausting talking about your new found feelings for one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you have known each other for over a year now and had just started second year; and only a few days ago did you realize that you had fallen head over heels for the guy.

“So when are you gonna tell him?” Mina smirked. “What? Mina I can’t tell him that I like him it will ruin our friendship” you replied as your cheeks turned pink.

“Why do you think it’s gonna ruin your friendship?”

You sighed, “Because it’s gonna make everything awkward. I won’t know how to act around him once he knows and it’s not like he likes me back.”

Your friendship with Midoriya was more important than some silly crush. He was always there for you, giving you tips on how to improve your quirk or fighting style, helping you study, and whenever you were in a shitty mood he always knew what to do to lift your spirits.

“Oh please that’s a load of bull shit”

“MINA!” You exclaimed.

“What? You really think he doesn’t like you? You guys are super cuddly and touchy and you two always have to be touching whether your holding hands or your arms are linked.” Mina explained.

You shook your head, “No Mina that doesn’t mean he likes me, he’s just a touchy person,”

She smirked, “oh really, well I’m friends with him and he isn’t cuddly with me. Or even some of his other best friends, like Iida or Ochako, has he ever cuddled with them during movie night?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. She was right. You thought that he was just a touchy person. You had never noticed that the only person he was physically affectionate with,was you. The constant hand holding, and arms linked or draped across the others shoulders, the cuddling on the couch during movie night. It was only you, no one else.

“And, it’s not just the physical affection, he also goes out of his way to help you, like all the time. More so then the rest of the class. And remember when you sprained your ankle during training a few weeks ago, he freaked out and offered to carry you to recovery girls office, and when you did get there he refused to leave until you were all patched up”

You were speechless. You thought all of that stuff was just his normal helpful personality. He’s always trying to help others. Did he really give you more attention?

“Holy shit,” you whispered. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. It felt like you were frozen in place even though we’re you still walking to heroics.

“Awww now you have to tell him! Come on it will be so cute. You’ll confess your feelings, you’ll start dating and then you’ll be in love, and then soon I’m gonna have to start calling you y/n Midoriya.” Mina giggled.

“Mina!” You hissed, and she replied giggling.

In the middle of your rage, you didn’t notice Shinsou pass by the both of you.

“Hey Shinsou!” Mina said cheered. You looked up and mumbled “hey.” He glanced over looking exhausted as always and replied “Hey guys.”

He walked passed the two of you and always out of your line of sight. However, right afterwards you heard him say “Hey Midoriya”

Wait what?

Did he just say? Nope he didn’t, he did not just say Midoriya. He did not just say the name of the boy you and Mina had an ENTIRE conversation about.

It felt like the world was spinning. Your hands became sweaty and you almost dropped the case with your hero outfit.

You glanced towards Mina and she had the same expression as you, eyes wide, jaw dropped and face pale. The two of you turned our heads and unfortunately there he was. Your best friend, green messy hair, worn out old red shoes, and an almost identical facial expression as you. Except instead of all the color draining from his face, it turned bright red.

He awkwardly smiled and waved his trembling hand. You reverted your head and stared at the floor; you couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.

How long was he behind you? How much did he hear? You didn’t want to ask, you were too mortified to find out.

In your grief you didn’t realize that you had reached the girls locker room. You and Mina quickly ran inside and you sighed the tiniest bit of relief now that Midoriya was gone.

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Heroics class was starting and you had barely spoken to anyone since the incident. Your mind hadn’t stopped racing. You played over what happened on the way here over and over again, trying to figure out how much he might have heard.

The only way you were safe from dying of embarrassment was if he only heard that last bit of the conversation where Mina had replaced your last name for his. If anything you could just play that off as Mina joking around or something.

You couldn’t gain the courage to go over and ask him cause there was a pretty high chance he heard EVERYTHING. He however, did have the courage to go over to you. You noticed him walking towards you and your insides felt like they are about to explode.

“Hey y/n” he said as he played with one of the gloves of his costume. You were surprised he wasn’t the same shade as a tomato right now. You on the other hand, we’re the shade of a tomato.

“H-hi Midoriya” you studdered.

He continued to fidget with his glove, “So about what happened earlier”

NO! No no no no! You were not ready for this. You did not want to talk about this right now.

“About what you said to Ashido, I . . “

“How much did you hear?” You had to know, it was eating you alive.

“Um well, a lot of it”

SHIT! Red alert! He knows, I repeat, he knows you like him.

“Oh yea right” you awkwardly giggled. “That was um, just uh. . . “

“All right class, let’s get started” All might interrupted.

“Today we will be working on close combat. You will all be in groups of two and we will take turns one at a time, so your classmates can observe and critique your work.”

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Thankfully Heroics went by smoothly after your little, but very awkward, conversation with Izuku.

You didn’t speak to him the next day at school either. You didn’t know what to say and you were terrified of what he would say about what he heard. Others had noticed too, it was odd that you two weren’t holding hands or had your arms linked let alone not looked at each other.

Once you headed back to the dorms you spent the entire afternoon in your room just like the day before. Midoriya even tried to talk to you. He knocked on the door and asked if he could come in but you said you were in the middle of an assignment. Which was a lie and he knew it because you had finished all your work during free period. You were just too scared to even look at him let alone talk to him.

You didn’t leave your room until Sero came and practically dragged you downstairs for movie night.

You heard a knock on your door and prayed it wasn’t Izuku. “Hey y/n, it’s Sero”

You sighed and got up from your bed to open the door, “Hey.” He saw your tired eyes, “are you ok?”

You realized he saw right through you and replied “yea I’m good just kinda freaked out about something,” His face fell and filled with worry, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really, its kinda personal and embarrassing, you replied.

Sero knew not to push you. You tended to have a hard time opening up and if he kept asking you would end up never telling him, or anyone at all. “Oh ok, but if you ever wanna talk I’m all ears,” he sympathized. “Wait, I almost forgot the whole reason I came up here. We’re gonna start the movie soon.”

Crap. You completely forgot it was Friday, and Friday was movie night. Where everyone sits in the common room and watches a movie. The movie night where you cuddled with your best friend on the couch every week. The best friend that you have a crush on. The same best friend that now knows that you like him, and might like you back but you're still not sure because there is no proof.

“Ummm ya know I don’t think I can make it to movie night I have a lot of work to do” you lied.

“But didn’t you finish all your work during your free period? Remember you put your feet on the desk when you were done and Iida scolded you for descracing school property.” He replied.

Damn, he was there for that?

“Oh Yea, so I guess I am free,” you said with a fake cheery attitude as you fumbled with your bracelets. You grabbed your phone, turned off the lights and followed Sero down to the common room.

Once you two reached the living room you noticed that everyone was seated ready to play the film. There were two empty spaces to sit. One of them was right between Midoryia and Jiro. You couldn’t sit next to him and cuddle for the next two hours without your brain exploding. You tried to go to the other vacant seat but sadly, Sero beat you to it.

You had no other choice. You slowly made your way to the couch and plopped down in the empty spot as the movie started. You crisscrossed your legs and played with your bracelets again. Midoryia took note of this, he knew you always played with your jewelry when you were scared or anxious. He leaned to your ear and whispered “Hey, are you ok?”

You didn’t look him in the eye. “Yea I’m good”

You hated lying to him but you couldn’t gain the courage to talk to him.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear again. “By the way, Mina was right. I do like you back.”

This was now the second time today that you felt your heart stop. You turned your head to face him. You were inches apart. “Promise?” You asked.

“I Promise.”

You both smiled as your cheeks turned pink. You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his waist as he put his arm around you and pulled your closer.

He kissed the top of your head, “I missed this.” It may sound cheesy, but your insides felt like they were filled with butterflies.

“I missed this too”

Over on the other side of the couch a smug looking Mina whispered to Jiro, “I knew it.”

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[idlepebbles]

just rewatched raya for the first time in a couple months and I thought I'd give some random thoughts lol

- I will literally never watch the English dub again because I loved the bahasa Indonesia one so so so much. the voices were perfect and it filled a hole in my heart istg

- the plot feels really fragmented and I wonder if it has to do with how the work was literally fragmented with each person off in their home for the second half of production

- I was initially mad about having SEAsia blended together, however now I think that this is a good first step. having a movie come out that was just one of us probably would have caused some bitterness and I'm somewhat glad we can all just share this piece of representation until we all get up there and make our own :)

- the trust message feels a bit too nuanced/confusing for a kid's movie tbh. it felt like it always framed sisu as correct for randomly trusting ppl and raya as having trust issues when... yeah??? ofc she has trust issues? both of them had flaws in their outlook but it felt like raya was constantly criticized for it

- I didn't know that there were deleted scenes and other extras and they were so fun!! I loved seeing what aspects of the movie were from what culture :) seeing it say that pencak silat was the martial art that raya's was based on made me so happy!

- one day I want to dress up as raya bc istg that's what I look like :o I love the character design in this movie. almost cried the first time I watxhed bc omg that's me. wtf. that's my eyes and nose and hair??? I am so attached because of this??? and chief Benja looks just like my papah so it's just T-T yeah...

- raya barely did anything wrong. maybe im saying this bc I also have issues with needing to control things. in fact... probably... but still lmao imo she wasn't at fault for sisu's death bc namaari was about to pull the trigger.

- tuktuk being a pill bear is such a cute concept and I love it. he's just so cute. me and both of my sister's have plushies of him :)

- I'm still sad we didn't get fun music tbh. esp after watching encanto it feels like a lost opportunity even tho ik the tone of this movie was a lot darker. speaking of which, I love the cinematography but I kind of wish there were more bright colors?? idk, again, I don't know if it would match the vibe lol I wonder if we'll get a bright and happy movie one day. that would be fun. our cultures are so bright and beautiful and despite colonization and violence we have so much happiness to share

- not to beat a dead horse, but yea the jokes... aren't great. not a fan of them bc they rlly take me out of the immersion. why couldn't we just get funny jokes that aren't based on being #relatable. not everything needs to work for western ppl. we could have had inside jokes only we got.

- sisu's design also isn't my favorite but honestly I don't like how everyone acted about it. it really wasn't as terrible as ppl made it out to be and it's still clearly a dragon with SEAsian roots. that's not a European dragon that breathes fire

- the food makes me so happy :) I was eating longon and lychee and actually shrieked when I saw it on screen and I had Tom yum for dinner and that's so fun bc I was thinking about how much I wanted to try their soup and apparently that's what it's based on!!!

- I wish they had actually used a mix of different languages instead of making things up. like they could have had a word from each country or smthn instead of making up a random word. would have felt way more connected.

- the lack of SEAsian VAs makes me sad. partially why I love the Indonesian version so much is it alleviates some of that discomfort. I don't think the performances were bad (for the most part. I'm looking at you random really deep voiced girl from the market) but it just makes me so so sad. we had a thing for once and they just went. nah east Asians instead! like... why. it's not like we're not in the industry. ik Kelly Marie tran and awkwafina and Benedict Wong are popular but y'all rlly could've gotten a SEAsian for at least the side roles :(

- oh also the awkward way they say their names and made up words makes me so uncomfortable lmao. I think this every time I see a cartoon about a culture with another language but goddamn could you just give them an accent so the mixed in words from another language feel more cohesive? they managed to do this in encanto so goddamn have them roll some Rs sometimes lmao

- I love Boun and Tong and Toi and Benja and the ongis and it kind of makes me sad that there's only content for raya and namaari. sort of feels like yt queers just took the queer bits and decided that the rest of the cultural stuff wasn't as interesting.

- on the flip side some of the fanart is so fucking cool and I'm glad there's so much good stuff! and these characters are gay. so gay. they are just. so lesbians. the eye contact. the tension. the hand holding. the undercut and cat lady jokes (while western oriented) are yeah. theyre friends to enemies to lovers your honor. there's nothing else to be said

- the droon being an allegory for colonialism is something I just saw and that's rlly interesting. next time I watch I'll have to keep that in mind. would really change how I look at the movie I think. would add a layer of depth that could be interesting to think about.

in conclusion, I love this movie sm, it makes me cry every time, and I'm so fucking glad my little sisters have a south east Asian princess to look up to :)

edit: there have been many videos made recently about raya and in my watching of them, I noticed all of them said that the cast was almost fully east Asian including Kelly Marie Tran. a lot of issues that people have had are that she is east Asian and claiming the seasian princess but???? she is seasian?? I just checked and she's literally vietnamese?? I'm so confused why has everyone been acting like she was an east Asian coopting seasian roles?? help??

[drabbles-mc]

Like Father, Like Son

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Could you do a fic with someone (idc they could all be my baby daddy lol) being a boy dad. Like helping him fix his bike, temporary tattoos to look like their mini me and just being lovey and protective over their mom like their dad

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, a whole lot of family fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I would die for soft Creeper Vargas. Me and @garbinge had a mini idea-bouncing sesh about him as a family man and I have a feeling this will not be my last fic about Dad!Creeper lmao. Hope you enjoy!

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You heard the familiar rumble of his bike as he pulled into the driveway. Smiling to yourself, you slowly made your way towards the front door. You opened it as he walked up the steps to greet you with a hand on your ever-growing stomach and a light kiss on your lips.

“How are you two ladies today?” he asked as he gently ran his hand over your stomach.

You chuckled, “We’re alright. The rest of your pack, however, is up to no good.”

He smiled, “Oh so they’re my pack now?”

Trying to contain your smirk, you nodded, “Go out back and see what they’ve been up to. You’ll definitely agree that they’re yours today.”

You listened to the sound of his heavy, booted footsteps as he made his way through the house to get to the back yard. You followed a little ways behind, and sure enough moments after you heard the deck door slide shut, you heard the sound of your husband’s laughter filling the air. By the time you made it to the door, Creeper was already crouched down, taking stock of the entire scene in front of him.

“What’s goin’ on out here, lil man?” he asked as he sat down next to his son, who was very seriously looking over all the markers that were spread out in front of him.

“We’re gonna look like you!” your son had the proudest smile on his face as he waved his marker around in the air.

You watched as Creeper took in the sight of his three kids all actually sitting and getting along together. Your son was outnumbered by his little twin sisters, and the three of them bickered constantly the way that young siblings do. But the rare moments when they all really liked each other and got along made the rest of it worth it. You subconsciously rested your hand on your stomach—truthfully neither of you knew the sex of the baby, but Creeper was certain it was another girl. He was practically willing it into existence. You were both going to be thrilled no matter what, but as you stood back and watched Creeper picking out what color to use for his son’s next ‘tattoo’ you couldn’t help but to hope that you’d have another boy running around soon to even out the ranks.

“Who came up with this idea, huh?” Creeper asked the three of them as he carefully started doodling on the back of his son’s hand with a magic marker. The twins simultaneously pointed to their brother and Creeper couldn’t help but to laugh, “I should’ve known.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard them so quiet,” you spoke up as you watched the four of them, “I thought I might’ve lost them for a minute—that’s how quiet the house was.”

“You three? Quiet?” he looked back and forth amongst them, “I don’t believe it,” he put the cap back on the marker and motioned for the girls to come closer, “Lemme see your ink, lil mamas.”

Creeper smiled as he looked at all the designs and doodles that covered his children’s arms. All things being considered, it wasn’t the messiest thing the little crew had ever gotten into. He loved everything about being a father, but moments like this really made his entire heart swell. All three of them had their arms covered in stars and smiley faces, and his son had a very scribbly skull drawn on his knee.

“I like this one,” Creeper tapped his son’s knee lightly, “You do that?” He nodded proudly and Creeper pulled him against his side, “You’ll have to give me one later.”

“Girls?” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, “Now that Dad’s home we can take the dogs out. Still wanna go?”

They leapt up, cheering happily with all the energy that six-year-olds usually had, as they ran inside to grab their socks and shoes. You laughed as you listened to the clamor they caused. Looking back at Creeper and your son, you couldn’t help but to smile.

“You’re more than welcome to come with us,” you rested your arms on top of your new baby bump, “But I figured you two might like some boy time.”

Creeper looked up at you from the floor, “You shouldn’t be doing all that, baby. You should be resting. I’ll take are of it.”

You shook your head, “Walking is good for me, Neron. And for the baby. We’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded as you walked over and placed a kiss on the top of your husband’s head, “Positive. You two have fun. I love you both.”

“Love you,” they both called after you in unison as you walked away. You smiled to yourself as you made your way through the house to catch up with your daughters, who were already being half-dragged out of the house by the dogs they managed to clip the leashes onto.

“Well,” Creeper slowly rose to his feet, holding his hands out to help his son to do the same, “Now that your tattoos are all dry, wanna help me with the bike?”

“Really?” his eyes lit up as he set his hands into his father’s.

“Yea,” he pulled him up and instantly tucked the boy against his side, “C’mon, it’s been a while since we worked on it.”

The two of them walked through the house and made their way out the front door so thye could get to the garage. Creeper stood back, allowing his son to lift and push the garage door up as high as he could before his dad had to take over and open it the rest of the way. Running in, the boy went right over to the light switch and flipped it on. Creeper chuckled as he walked in, making his way over to the large sheet that was draped over his latest project that he’d been tackling little by little with his son.

With a flourish, he removed the fabric, and his son’s eyes instantly lit up. Creeper had always been a bit of a fixer—he liked having projects to plug away at to help him unwind. The bike had been brought to the scrapyard by someone who, “Clearly doesn’t know a fucking thing about motorcycles,” according to Creeper, because there was plenty of potential left for it. The bones were still decent, it just needed a lot of TLC. Creeper called dibs on it and no one was going to fight him on it. So bringing it back to life had been his latest task.

For as much as he enjoyed his solitude a lot of the time, having your son as a built-in assistant to help him with the bike had been a great experience for the both of them. For as young as he was, he was very interested in everything that his father could tell him about the bike, the parts, and the tools used to fix it all. The two of them made a good pair, your son sifting through the tool chest to get whatever his father needed, and Creeper showing him little tricks of taking things apart and putting them back together.

“Y’know,” he cranked the wrench as his son sat next to him, watching intently, “when we’re all done with this, you can choose the color for it if you want.”

His eyes were bright, eyebrows raised in excitement, “Yea?”

He nodded, “Yea. You’ve been doing a lot of work on this—it’s only fair,” he paused for a moment, “It can be your bike, when you’re old enough.”

“Mine?” his eyes were filled with wonder as he thought about what his father had just told him.

“Yea. Just,” he chuckled, “Don’t tell your mom that I said that. It’ll be our little surprise for her.”

“Don’t tell me what?” you were leaning against the garage doorframe, a soft smile on your face as you watched the two of them working together.

Creeper turned around quickly, clearly searching your face to see how much of the conversation you’d heard, “Nothin’, mama. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You chuckled, not convinced, “Mhm. I’m sure,” you absentmindedly ran your hands over your stomach, “Just came out to let you boys know to start wrapping up—dinner’ll be ready in ten.”

You made your way back to the house to finish getting dinner ready and you could hear your two favorite men in the world behind you as they started to clean up their project for the night. It brought a smile to your face and put a warmth in your chest as you walked inside and listened to the loud laughter of your two daughters getting into some kind of trouble in their bedroom.

When they finally made their way inside, you sent them both to wash their hands and get ready for dinner. You could see the disappointment on your son’s face at the thought of washing all of his tattoos away and you had to chuckled quietly to yourself.

“I love you,” Creeper said quietly with a soft smile as he pressed a kiss to your cheek in passing while he made his way to the kitchen sink to wash up.

“I love you too,” you smiled over at him for a second before getting plates and cups down out of the cupboard above your head.

You were getting ready to lift the stack of plates when your son came sliding into the kitchen, skidding skillfully on the hardwood floor in his socks. He lifted the plates instead, beating you to it. You tried to take them back from him, not wanting him to drop the entire stack of plates and have them break, but he insisted.

“I got it, Mom,” he reassured with a nod.

“Honey, I don’t want you to—”

“Dad said you need to rest,” he turned and started walking towards the dining room table, “I got it.”

You chuckled as you glanced over at your husband, “Between the two of you, I’m never going to get to do anything anymore, am I?”

He laughed and kissed you lightly on the lips, “Maybe not. But it’s because we love you.”

You gently cupped his cheek and ran your thumb along his cheekbone, “I love you too.”

[marchyslove]

That Smile

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It’s our one-year anniversary and I have no idea where he’s taking me. I see a blanket in the back seat, and I know it’s going to be something romantic because that’s how he is. He’s not one of those over-the-top romantics, but he has his moments.

We pull up to a big open park, not many people around but it’s dinner time so no surprise there. He got out, almost sprinted around the car to get the door for me.

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*11 months earlier*

“So this is your place.” It’s exactly what you’d expect of someone like him, big, fancy, granite countertops, leather sectional, open spaces, a balcony with a hot tub and some couches. Rich people might not always look rich when you see them out on the street, but once you see where they live, there’s no denying they have money.

“It’s beautiful.”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, “thanks, I’m not around enough to make it look the way I’d want it to, but I was thinking in the summer I might move some stuff around… make it more home-y.”

I eyed the guitar in the corner, ‘cliché,’ I thought. So many douchebags have guitars on display with no idea how to play them. So I challenged him to it. “you play?” “Yea, I do.” “Are you good?” “I’ve got a couple songs up my sleeve,” he said with a chuckle.

I plopped myself on the couch and pretzeled my legs, staring at him eagerly, “well, by all means, I’d love to hear one.” He didn’t hesitate, walked over and picked up the guitar, he came back and sat right next to me.

“any requests?”

“you know any Clapton? Cliché I know, but I love his music.”

“not cliché at all, anything specific?”

“surprise me.”

In an instant I knew the song, my favorite. When I was younger my mom and I would always listen to 70’s and 80’s radio whenever we were in the car together. Softer, slower music, played later in the day. Then there was bedtime radio that started at 9 at night. It would always start with “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton.

He must’ve noticed the smile on my face, because he started smiling too. “You like this one?”

“Love,” I answered, almost too quickly.

His smile grew.

He had one of those smiles that could make flowers bloom, or make babies stop crying. It wasn’t perfect by any means, even a little crooked, but it made fireworks go off in my stomach.

“It’s a great song, and easy enough to learn cause it’s slower. Not too many different chords.”

“It’s one of my favorites. The lyrics are incredible.”

“Can you sing?”

“Not even a little bit, I’m so bad.” Trying to find something to change the subject I started glancing around the room. My eyes went to the balcony. I got up from the couch and went over to the door. I felt a presence behind me. “We can go out if you want.” So I opened the door and step outside.

The warm, summer breeze felt like a hug. I walked around a bit, glancing at the lights and down at the street below. “Careful,” he said as he took a cautious step towards me. I didn’t realize how much I had been leaning over the edge. “Heights never really scared me.” “Well that’s good, but still… careful.” “I always am.”

I looked up; outside the city the stars were a little more visible. “Beautiful,” I said under my breath. Again, I felt a presence behind me. “You big into astrology?” “Only enough to know my star sign, and that it apparently fits me well. Beyond that, I just like to look at the stars.” “Do you know the names of any of them? Or constellations?”

My confidence grew a little bit. My summers laying outside in the grass playing around with the app on my phone that labeled the stars if you point your camera at the sky were finally about to pay off.

“That one is Sirius. It’s the brightest of them all.” “That’s easy to remember. That’s one of the dippers right?,” he asked, pointing up. “The big dipper, the little dipper is right there, and over there is Ursa Major, its shaped like a bear.” “That means there’s an ursa minor, right?” “Very good work detective,” I teased jokingly, pinching his cheek. He gave a giggle and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat.

“So you know a decent amount about stars?” “I know where they are and how to find them, I don’t know much past that.” “Impressive,” he said as he kissed my cheek.

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We walked for a little bit towards the center of the park. He carried the basket; I had the blanket. “I’ve never heard of this place.” “I had to do a bit of research to find it.” “Any reason you chose this park in particular?” “You’ll see.” There’s that smile, after a year I still get the same fireworks when I see it. I glance over at him, and he’s already looking at me. “What are you looking at?” “My girl,” he said with a wink.

He stopped walking abruptly. He looked up at the sky, then around the park. Looking back at the car he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He put down the basket and looked through his phone for something. “Are we stopping here?” “One sec, I have to check.” “What’s the difference between here and 5 feet away?” “You’ll see, but I have to make sure we’re in the right spot.” He put his phone back in his pocket, took 8 steps forward, turned back towards me and grinned, “here.” “Fair enough,” I walked over.

He laid out the blanket, put the basket on it. I hadn’t seen him pack the basket; I actually only saw it for the first time when he picked me up today.

He opened the basket and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. I sat down and started pouring. “Shit, give me one second,” and before I realized what was happening, he was running back towards the car. I took this opportunity to sneak a peak in the basket. Chocolate covered strawberries, little triangle-cut sandwiches, a little bin of grapes, some crackers- “no peaking!,” he yelled as he made his way back to me. “Too late babe.”

He was carrying four pillows and dropped them when he came over. “What are these for?” “Comfort, we might have the blanket, but it won’t be comfortable without the pillows.” “Yea, I guess I could’ve put that together.” “I mean if you had an idea of doing more, the pillows will definitely help,” another wink.

He had all the makings of a douchebag, on the surface level. He has that superiorly confident look to him. The way he walks, he doesn’t think he’s better than anyone, but that’s the vibe you get from him if you judge him solely based on looks. If you saw him on the street you might think he was the biggest fuckboy on the planet, but then you talk to him.

He’s goofy, in the best way. He’s smart. You wouldn’t think it, but he’s better at quick mental math than anyone I’ve met, and he knows geography like he’s traveled the entire world himself. He likes to talk about anything and everything. On our first date we spent an hour talking about different birds we’d both seen, and our favorites. He likes loons because they sound funny, I like bluebirds because of their beautiful color. I didn’t have much interest in birds until that conversation. Now every time I see a bluebird I think of him. My family went on vacation last month and we rented a lake house. Every morning I’d hear the loon calling and think of that smile.

“Hey you, whatcha thinking about?,” he poked my cheek, I snapped out of my zoned out state, “you.” He turned away a little but I saw the blush creeping onto his cheeks. He had pulled everything out of the basket and tossed it to the side. “Grapes?,” he offered, holding one up in front of my mouth, I opened, and he placed it in my mouth gently, like it was fragile. The sun was starting to set, that’s when I realized there were no lights around. All we had was a tiny lantern he had pulled out of the basket. The view we had of the sunset was incredible, I hadn’t kept track of time on the drive here, so I really had no idea how far outside of the city we were. “How much research did you do exactly?” “Alright to be fair I asked a buddy if he knew any romantic spots and after I got him to quit joking about sex, he gave me a few. Then I googled them and found this place.” “It’s beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you.” “Oh hush-,” he interrupted me with a kiss.

We ate as the sun set, starting the strawberries just as the last bits of golden light dipped below the horizon. He turned on the lantern.

The glow lit up his face, he was really handsome. His skin looked so smooth and he had those long eyelashes that all guys have, it made me jealous. That smile, again. He kissed me, again. He shut the lantern off while we were kissing. He pulled the pillows over and put them behind us, he laid back and spread his arm out. I laid down and put my head on his arm.

He kissed the top of my head, “Sirius,” he pointed toward the star. “Glad you remembered,” I teased. Another wink. He pointed up again, “look.” As I glanced up, there was a light that shot across the sky. “A shooting star. I’ve never seen one,” he was staring in awe. “Make a wish.” “I don’t need to, I have you.” I rolled my eyes, “you are such a cheeseball.”

We laid there pointing out the different stars and constellations. “You’ve been studying,” I glanced up at him. “I wanted to impress you,” he stated, followed by another kiss. I’ve never seen the stars so bright and clear. “Is this why you were so stingy about the spot?” He looked down at me, “I needed to make sure the view was clear so we could see everything.” Like I said, he’s not a huge romantic, but he has his moments. We kept watching the stars in the most comfortable silence. Then, almost as if he let it slip out accidentally, he whispered, “I am so in love with you.” I waited to see if he’d say anything else, but he was quiet, a nervous quiet. “Ditto,” I giggled and glanced up at him. And, without fail, there it was again, that smile.

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