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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Work Fiancées

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha take the next step in your relationship

Note: Work Wives (First Date, Coach Nat) is back hehe. One of my fave Nats is in this series and since volleyball season starts today I thought why not write a new fic for Coach Nat. Y’all enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

One thing you’ve always noticed about Natasha is how observant she is. She always has a plan. Whether it’s her guiding you around a crowded place, or leading her team to historical wins, Natasha is a planner.

But today, you’ve got a plan for her. It has taken some orchestrating and 40 very willing athletes, but Natasha has no idea what is about to happen.

“Why are we going out tonight, baby?” Natasha asks from her place at the bathroom counter. “It’s a Monday.”

“Why not? I can’t take my super hot girlfriend out to dinner?” You joke. You wrap your arms around her from behind and make eye contact in the mirror.

“That’s a good enough reason,” she says, smiling at you. You kiss her neck and walk out of the bathroom.

Walking to your dresser, you reach into your drawer for what you need and slip the box into your pocket. Natasha emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later ready to go.

You take her to one of your favorite restaurants. The owner knows you both by name and always gives you teacher discounts. Knowing what you’re up to tonight, he covers the entire cost.

“Thanks for the dinner, Happy!” you thank him.

“Yes, thank you!” Nat adds.

“Anytime ladies, have a good one!”

You leave the restaurant with Natasha, and she gets in the driver’s seat.

“What album would you like?” Nat asks.

“Hm. Let’s do Lover,” you say. She doesn’t bat an eye as she turns on the Taylor Swift album.

She starts driving back to your place, but quickly your plan is getting into motion. You get the coded text from Wanda.

“Oh, hey Wanda just texted me and needs me to run back to the school to pick up some paperwork. Can we stop on the way home?” You ask her.

“Sure thing. I also wanted to stop by Yelena’s, but we’ll go to the school first,” Nat says.

You breathe a sigh of relief. Yelena is not at home; you know that much. Natasha turns into the parking lot of the school. The middle school is right next to it and the parking lot is full.

“I wonder why there’s so many people there tonight. Must be a game,” Nat wonders aloud.

She parks behind the school. You reach for her hand and ask her to come with you. Nat doesn’t question it much.

Not until you open the door, and she hears music playing over the speakers of the gym. She looks down to notice roses lining the walkway to the gym.

“Baby, what is this?” She asks.

“Let’s go inside,” you say, holding her hand tightly.

She walks by your side as you approach the doors of the gym. Wanda opens one for you and shoots you a wink and a smile. Another colleague, Monica, stands with her. They both helped you with this.

As Lover plays over the speakers at just a high enough level so that you can hear it, you walk Natasha to the center of the gym and up the bleachers stairs.

“What are we doing?” Nat asks. Her eyes are examining the room, looking for the answer.

“You’ll see,” you say. You give Wanda a thumbs up and everyone gets into motion.

It starts with a few players walking to the center with their respective sports balls in hand. Volleyball and soccer. They sit them on the ground in a seemingly random pattern and the next group comes out. In total, 40 balls end up on the gym floor in a pattern.

You think she’s probably starting to put this together.

“Natasha,” you begin. “Stand with me?”

You take her hand, and she stands next to you. She’s looking at you, so you smile and direct her attention to the court.

Her eyes go wide as she reads the words that the balls have spelled out. When she turns back to you, you are on one knee. A gold banded ring sits in a felt box in your hand.

“Y/n,” she chokes out, her eyes filling with tears.

“Natasha,” you say. “I’m going to cry, but I’m going to say what I rehearsed.” You both laugh at that.

“Natasha Romanoff, this is the place where we first met. This gym right here is where I met you on faculty orientation day and I was so nervous. But you took me in, and you taught me everything I needed to know about this place and these people. I knew I loved you then. And we spent so many hours here being best friends. Thankfully, Yelena pushed us together. Since then, I have fallen even more deeply in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Natasha and you both are sobbing messes at this point.

“Natasha Romanoff, as these wonderful athletes and friends have helped me ask, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, I will marry you,” Natasha says through her happy tears.

“She said yes!” a chorus of voices yell as you stand up and slip the ring onto Natasha’s finger.

“I love you,” you tell her.

“I love you so much,” she replies.

And you kiss her. You kiss her for entirely too long, but you don’t care. She is going to finally be your wife.

Wanda plays Love Story over the speakers as everyone continues to celebrate. You take Natasha’s hands and walk down the bleachers together.

“Thank you everyone! I couldn’t have pulled this off without any of you. Me and Coach Nat love you all!” You tell them.

The teams take turns hugging you and Natasha. You love seeing how they interact with Natasha. The girls leave and you’re left with Wanda and Monica.

“Wanda, you were in on this?” Nat asks the woman. “You too, Monica?”

“We were,” Wanda answers. “Now I think you two should go home.”

“Oh?” Nat asks. She raises her brow.

“Ew, not like that,” Monica jumps in.

“Right,” you say. “Let’s go, baby.”

You hug and thank Wanda and Monica again. You both can’t stop smiling as you drive home. At your house, you open the door to reveal all of your family and friends.

“Surprise!” Yelena leads the pack with Kate at her side.

You both hug everyone and thank them for being here to celebrate the two of you.

Once you settle into the party, Natasha turns to you, “I love you and I can’t believe you did all of this for me. For us.”

“I love you too, Natasha. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I can’t wait to marry you either.”

Natasha kisses you again and you melt into your own world. Your plan went perfectly and the greatest woman in the world is going to be with you forever. She will finally be your wife.

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neon-junkie · 2 years

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Please Take Me Home - Part.1

Summary: Best friends since childhood - you and Eddie Munson are inseparable! A right pair, friends to the very end.

That is, until Eddie begins chatting with a stranger at a house party, and in your drunken state, your jealousy gets the better of you.

And your feelings.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Tags: Best friends to lovers, Drinking, House party, Drunken confessions, Jealousy, Angst, Vomitting, Arguments.

Word count: 2.7k

[Part 2 - not posted yet]

Notes: I just love best friends to lovers, like not realising you have feelings for your bestie until something angsty happens. Ahhh!!!!

Loosely inspired by 'Please take me home' by blink-182, my fave band :>

"Which one?" you ask as you flick between two tops, pressing them against your torso in an attempt to mimic how they would look on your body.

"Either," Eddie shrugs. Ugh, no help. This is why you don't ask a man for fashion advice!

With a groan, you turn away to look at your reflection in the mirror, deciding for yourself. Back and forth, you flick between the two shirts, and eventually decide fuck it, and settle on one.

You hook the losing shirt back on your rail, and begin shimmying out of your current clothes, completely unfazed by Eddie who is sitting on your bed. He's seen you in your underwear countless times, as you've seen him in his - you're best friends, why would you be fazed about a little skin showing?

Best friends. Ever since you and your single father moved into a trailer in Forest Hills, back when your adult teeth were still coming through, and when scraped and bruised knees were somewhat of an accessory on you.

Eddie was timid back then, shy and nervous, with his short, almost buzzed hair, and curious doe eyes. You were the one to bridge the gap, offering to teach him how to ride your bike, back when he couldn't afford one of his own. His uncle has done everything in how power to provide for Eddie, even more so when he left his old job and started working at the Plant.

Middle school came and went, followed by High school, only Eddie wasn't fortunate enough to get out when you did. You're both 21 now, old enough to drink and party, and perhaps, one day, graduate.

Well, you graduated years ago, and the idea of college is still on your mind. Maybe one day, when you can afford it, but as of right now, your career in your local arcade is progressing, seeing as you're Assistant Manager.

Eddie loves calling you by your title whenever he pops by.

Speaking of Eddie, he's currently sprawled out on your bed, gawking at the stipple ceiling as you finish putting your outfit together. Your hair and makeup were done long ago, and you were praying on Eddie's fashion advice when he arrived, only it seems he's left your prayers unanswered.

"You okay, Eds?" you question as you take a seat beside him to pull on your leather boots.

"I'm just... not entirely excited for this house party, you know?" Eddie says with a soft shrug.

Ah, yes, the house party that you specifically were invited to. One of your co-workers is hosting, and has urged you to invite as many people as possible. "I wanna trash my new place," he explained when he verbally handed you the invite.

Eddie Munson alone is more than enough for the task, but you decided to invite a few of your own friends, and Eddie's band, seeing as they never leave that grubby garage of theirs, forever held up with sharp music, and sweat from hours of jamming. Fuck, they really stink.

"It'll be fine, you've met my co-workers many times before," you explain as you double-knot your laces. As you stand, you give your toes a wiggle, testing the tightness of your shoes before offering Eddie your hand. "Come on, we still need to pick some booze up."

"Ughhh," Eddie groans as he allows you to pull him up from your bed, his fingers automatically entwining with yours as you pull him out of your room, and through your trailer.

Your father exchanges goodbyes with you, along with a laugh, "call me if you get too drunk, and need picking up."

"We will do," Eddie replies, and sends him a salute before following you out of the trailer door.

Your co-worker's place is a twenty-minute walk from yours, and on the way, you pass a shabby corner shop. Perfect. Neither of you are driving, meaning you can get as fucked up as you please!

Eddie perks up on the walk; the crisp, late Summer air must be doing wonders for him, even more so when he has his first beer in hand. Your co-worker's place comes into your line of sight, and there's already people lingering around outside. The music can be heard thumping through the cheap walls, and you need not knock, welcoming yourself in without any issues.

Greetings are made, not just work your co-worker, but with many others that both you and Eddie recognise. Before you know it, the party is in full swing, and you find yourself tied to a game of beer pong with one of your co-workers frat friends.

Yeah, a frat boy. Who would have thought that such a man would be willing to mingle with a freak like you? Perhaps they aren't so bad, after all.

Either way, you're kicking his ass, not that he seems to mind. "Nice to have a lady in charge," he laughs before downing another one of his beers, followed by crushing the plastic cup in his grasp and tossing it to the floor, as if that was such a difficult task.

You shoot back another sly comment, earning a laugh from the crowd - but no laugh from Eddie.

Speaking of Eddie, where the fuck is he?

He had excused himself minutes ago to "go and piss," as he phrased it, but you're pretty certain Eddie doesn't take this long in the restroom. Whatever. He's a free man, and you're a free woman with a single cause - a cause to get shitfaced.

Beer pong soon finishes, and victory is yours! Chad, as he introduces himself, congratulates you after finishing his beers, making yet another comment about how nice it is to have a woman put him in his place. "Especially in those boots, woah!" Chad exclaims as he notices your chunky leather shoes.

"I take it you're not used to socialising with us freaks, huh?" you laugh, sipping on your drink with ease.

"Hey! I support everybody," Chad cheers. "Freaks and sluts, the lot of you! Everybody is welcome in my house!"

Okay. He's quite the character. Even if this isn't literally his house.

It's nice to have a frat boy on your side, as weird as it feels. You swiftly get hooked into a conversation with him, leaning against the kitchen counter, half-watching another game of beer pong between Eddie's band, and some of your co-worker's friends.

Speaking of Eddie, where the fuck is he? It's been... what? Half an hour since he vanished?

Fearing the worst, you excuse yourself from Chad, muttering something about needing a piss. Your co-worker's house isn't very large, and within minutes you find Eddie, lingering out the back on the porch.

However, he has company.

"Eds!" you gasp as you finally find him, only to lock eyes with his new-found friend.

Eddie casts you a salute, and to your surprise, he seems somewhat irritated by your presence. His new friend is another freak like you, covered head to toe in leather, lace, and fishnets, with heavy makeup, and hair so wild that it can never be tamed.

Oh.

Okay, you see what's going on here.

"I thought you'd fallen into the toilet," you excuse, giving a reason behind your sudden intrusion.

Intrusion. Fuck. That doesn't sound right. He's your best friend, why the fuck would you Intrude on him? You two don't keep secrets, you're both open books, only now you fear that, perhaps, there's a new chapter brewing that he isn't too keen on you seeing.

"I did, but this Princess pulled me out," Eddie explains as he gestures to the stranger, earning a soft laugh from her. "This is Raven," he introduces, before exchanging your name with the stranger.

Raven, ugh. What a stereotypical goth. You've only just met the woman, but for some reason, you hate her.

Maybe it's because her style is far better than yours, or because her dark eyeliner is complimented with a separate layer of gold eyeliner, creating a contrast against her dark skin. Shit, maybe it's because she's pretty. Really fucking pretty.

Too fucking pretty.

"Nice to meet you," you cast her an awkward salute, and she dares to sweetly wave at you, followed by complimenting your shirt.

The shirt that you weren't sure you should wear tonight. "At least someone here has good taste," you sarcastically comment, casting daggers at Eddie.

Raven chuckles at your joke, and okay, maybe you do understand why Eddie is sending her those puppy dog eyes and cheesy smile. You know, the one he usually makes at you.

It seems you've been replaced.

"I'll uh- leave you two to it," you shrug, not wanting to feel any more unwelcome than you already are. Or, well, than you've convinced yourself. Sure, they could just be mingling, two outcasts who currently don't feel like diving head-first into the party.

Or they could be flirting.

Yeah, the second option seems more likely.

Eddie is the type to flirt without realising it. You've had countless people assume you two are a couple, seeing as he speaks to you in such a way. Sweetheart, Darling, Babe, Honey - all pet names, but to you, they're just nicknames.

Just nicknames.

Just friends.

Best friends.

Before either can reply, you duck back into the house, and nudge your way into the heart of the party. Your eyes scan the perimeter; Chad is talking to a small handful of similar looking guys (his frat pals?), your co-worker is sitting on the couch with a few mutual friends, and Eddie's band members have taken up the dining room table.

Prefect.

You go over to your backpack, stored by the front door, and pull out the bottle of sambuca that you brought earlier. It's cheap, and lukewarm, but give yourself a few shots, and the taste will no longer matter.

You grab a cup of punch on the way over, and make your presence well known as you settle down with your friends. Your friends. Not just Eddie's, despite the fact that he introduced you to them. They welcome you with open arms, but also disgust, seeing as you're carrying poison in your grasp.

"May I entice you gentlemen into a drinking game?" you suggest as you take your seat.

Glances are shared between them, and despite their disgust, they agree. "On the condition that we can wash the taste down," Gareth agrees, not wanting the lingering taste of anise in his mouth. Nor do the others.

Perfect.

You've pulled.

You're in luck.

The man of your dreams is on your lips. He's smooth, pale, gorgeous, and accompanying you through this sea of regret and bad decisions.

After rinsing your mouth out with lukewarm water, and wiping your lips with toilet paper, the man of your dreams goes flush! as your latest batch of sick swirls and disappears in the toilet.

Fuck.

How did it come to this? The decor of your co-worker's bathroom spins and swirls, but sets into place as you focus on the sink, sitting down on the bathroom floor. Finally, you no longer feel your guts sprinting up your throat, and for a split second, you feel nothing but peace.

Until there's a knock at the door.

As your eyes move, your surroundings take a second to flow with it, lagging before finally coming into focus. Ugh, someone's pounding at the door, probably desperate for their turn with your man.

Heavy boots meet the tile floor as you push yourself up, clutching onto the chilling walls as you slowly walk over. "Hang on," you groan, before finally introducing your sweaty palm to the doorknob. You unlock the bathroom door, and swing the door open, expecting someone to dash past you and spew in the toilet, unbothered by your presence.

Only, they don't.

"Are you alright?" Eddie questions, his body leaning against the door frame.

Oh, yeah, you almost forgot he existed. Eddie Munson, your best friend of a million years, the man who has seen you through everything, only to drop you for some pretty goth girl that he's met at this house party.

Yeah, beeeest fuckkingggg friiendsssss!

"Baby, I'm stellar," you say with a laugh. "Fucking bitchin', or whatever the phrase is," you groan, and push yourself out of the bathroom, your boots coming into contact with the shabby hallway carpet.

"I heard you chucking your guts up," Eddie states as he fishes his arm around your waist, and pulls your arm over his shoulders. You do nothing but stand there, undecided on your next destination in the party, or target, depending on what you're up for.

Your drunken mind speaks for you, enraged with jealousy. You don't have feelings for your best friend, you totally don't! But it would have been nice for him to, at least, consider you an option before making a move on that stranger. "You heard me over your girlfriend?" you laugh.

"Girlfriend?" Eddie repeats with disgust. "Are you talking about Raven? We've only been hanging out. Not in the mood to party hard, like you," Eddie grumbles, seeming rather appalled by your words, but he makes no effort to remove you from his grasp.

"Oh, so she's a quirky social outcast like you, huh?" you say with a laugh.

Eddie sternly mutters your name, and shrugs your arm from around his shoulder, taking back the helping hand that he offered moments ago. "What's got into you, huh?" Eddie grumbles, his brows furrowing.

You've only seen that expression once before, but there was kindness laced within it. Back in Middle School, you made the foolish decision of chasing after a boy that was only stringing you along, and Eddie was there to lovingly tell you off after he warned you about the mess you were about to put yourself in.

And now, it seems you're in another mess, only there is no loving gaze laced within Eddie's expression.

"Alcohol," you mindlessly shrug, and let out a soft laugh, attempting to lighten the situation.

Eddie huffs, "I see what's going on here," he mutters. His eyes flick to the stairs, mentally calculating how he's going to assist you down them, before focusing back on you. "Come on, I'm taking you home," Eddie practically orders.

To make things worse, you stir the pot even more. You peer over your shoulder, and let out a laugh as you reply, "huh? Oh, you're talking to me? I thought Raven was behind me!"

Eddie is visibly seeing red, his fists bunching up at his side. "I'm not dealing with this," he abruptly huffs. "Either you let me take you home now, or you can... shit!"

"What is it?" you grumble, and reach out to hold onto the wall, keeping your unstable body upright.

Subconsciously, Eddie begins drumming his foot against the floor. His hands cross over his chest, and he refuses to meet your gaze. "I was going to tell you to make your own way home, but I can't do that to my best friend, alright?"

His eyes meet yours, and only now do you feel bad for riling him up. Shit. Best friend. He's your best friend in the whole wide world, and you've got worked up over a girl that he met only hours ago.

"Best friend," you scoff. Your feet begin moving for you, and before you realise, you're slowly making your way down the stairs. Best friend.

Best. Friend.

"I'm staying for a little longer," you explain on your slow decline, not looking over your shoulder at Eddie, who is watching you from the top of the stairs. "Go back to your girlfriend," you scoff, biting the bullet once more.

Your feet meet the bottom of the stairs, and under your breath, you mumble, "it's not like I was ever an option," before making your way back into the heat of the party.

Eddie, who, for once in his life, is relatively sober at a house party, heard your drunken mutter. His fists clench tighter, and without a second thought, he makes his way into the bathroom. Silence. A moment alone. A minute with his thoughts. That's all he needs right now, some time to consider if your drunken rambling is just that - drunken rambling - or a confession slipping through your lips.

#stranger things #strangerwriting #eddie munson #house party #please take me home #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 #eddie the banished

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zoeysdamn · 1 year

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Welly boots | Xavier Thorpe x reader

A/N: It’s definitely not my best work arghgvdfhbgk but after the pure angst of ‘Bloodied petals’ I just wanted to give the boi some fluff krkrkr It’s literally just that. Fluff.

Also the title is inspired by the song ‘Welly boots’ by The Amazing Devil, bc it’s one of my fave bands ever and this song is so beautiful, it has such a deep meaning about being a parent and watching your child grow up, it sounded so good for dad!Xavier

[Masterlist]

When he had left Nevermore, Xavier hadn’t the slightest clue about what his life would be. The only thing he was certain of was that he wanted to spend all the time he could with you, and so far it was coming out rather well. Being his girlfriend since your academy years, you couldn’t be more happy to live with your favorite artist, in the house you had come to build a home in. With the years, the originally decrepit building had morphed into a cozy place, thanks to all the renovations Xavier and you did, all the moments shared and all the memories created there.

“What should we pick? Soft green or sandy shade?”

A giggle almost escaped your lips at the situation. Xavier Thorpe, talented artist who knew every color theory ever, standing in the middle of an aisle with paint buckets in his hands looking more confused than ever. Circling your arms around his middle from behind, you put your chin on his shoulder, having to crane your neck a little to reach its height.

“What do you think would look best?” you asked softly.

Xavier looked even more lost, frowning a little, “Well, a soft sandy shade would bring more light with the cream walls of the corridor, but the green is great too…But I don’t want to choose without having your opinion, it’s your home too babe and–”

“Hey,” you muttered softly, interrupting his rambling, “it’s our home. And I trust you with everything, so if you tell me it’s the sand shade, we’ll get the sand shade, no big deal. It’s only a living room, we’ll paint over it if we don’t like it.”

Your words of reassurance calmed him instantly, and he dropped a kiss on your nose.

“Thank you babe.”

“Anytime,” you smiled, pecking his cheek before taking his hand holding the right color paint, “let’s go, we still have to grab some paint rollers!”

Xavier laughed and followed you with a blissful smile. Our home. He liked the sound of that; he couldn’t wait to get used to it.

This had been your first shopping session after the house had been entirely fixed. The excitation of choosing every paint tone, piece of furniture and decoration, picturing and creating your perfect home together. Hanging pictures of your time at Nevermore surrounded by your friends in the living room, filling the spare room with easels and his art supplies, eating cheap takeout sitting on the floor when the kitchen wasn’t functional yet, these had been the blissful and candid times of many new firsts. First night in your new home, first leakage of the piping, first all-nighters when Xavier stayed up all night drawing, or you working on a new program for outcasts reinsertion – as an ambassador for outcasts rights, you had a lot on your plate some nights; first fight in that house too, followed by the reconciliation. The shouts of joy when Xavier found a job at the local art school, new pictures of your adult life appearing on the walls, like Enid and Wednesday’s wedding day, and on and on. A small white frame held a very precious memory, standing proudly in the middle of all the pictures.

“I’m home!” called a voice from the front door, and the sound immediately brought a smile on your face.

Footsteps came closer, and a pair of arms slid around your middle.

“Hey love,” greeted Xavier, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, “how’s the most beautiful girl doing?”

Laughing lightly, you angled your head up to capture his lips, kissing him gently; the fresh teapot you had been preparing long forgotten on the kitchen counter. “I’m fine,” you said against his lips, “how about you babe? Did the kids wear you off completely, or is there little of you left for me?”

He chuckled, twirling you slowly by taking your hands so you can face him, “They have been great today,” he assured before dropping another kiss on your lips, “the mural is coming around nicely.”

“Yeah I can see that,” you laughed, your thumb brushing over his sharp cheekbone where a smudge of blue paint remained – and complimented his eyes nicely honestly. “You still have a bit here.”

Xavier chuckled and tried to rub it off, only spreading it further and another laugh escaped your lips.

“Okay fine, I’m gonna wash it,” he admitted playfully, “then I’m all yours sweetheart.”

Leaning in, you kissed him softly, “I hope so, Mr Thorpe.”

Reluctantly letting you go, Xavier made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself, then grabbed a towel to dry his face, returning to the kitchen. When he arrived at the entrance, he stopped for a second, leaning on the door frame to take some time to let the vision in front of him sink in his brain. Standing before the kitchen counter, you were preparing two mugs of tea, humming to yourself in your comfortable indoor shorts and one of Xavier’s sweaters. The faint glow of the late autumn afternoon sun reflected on your hair, surrounding you in a golden halo. Something in Xavier bloomed, making his heart swell in his chest without really knowing what it was. When you turned toward him, handing him his drink the feeling slightly faded away, replaced with the warm solace of your presence. But it didn’t completely disappear.

Later that night you rolled on the bed, mindlessly reaching for Xavier’s warm embrace. But when your hand only came in contact with an empty sheet, your mind woke up a little. Cracking an eye open, you saw that you were indeed alone in the large bed; the sheets on Xavier’s side were slightly lukewarm, meaning he hadn’t been gone for that long. Slowly getting up, you grabbed an old baggy shirt and pulled it as you got out of the room, lazily making your way to his art studio. One of the spare rooms was used as your study, it was fair the second became his own personnel place. It was where Xavier spent most of his time when he couldn’t sleep, just like he did back at Nevermore. Except you didn’t have to cross a creepy forest in the middle of the night to join him now.

When you entered the room, Xavier was sitting on his stool only in his briefs – he hadn’t even taken time to get dressed, looking lost into his thoughts. There wasn’t even half of a sketch on the easel. Approaching him, you slid your hand on the back of his neck, caressing it softly.

“Hey,” you whispered, “can’t sleep?”

Leaning against your hips, Xavier shook his head. You let him press his face on your belly, tiredness making his movements lazy. You glanced at his half finished rough sketch, running your fingers through his long fingers to soothe him.

“Want to talk about it?”

Once again, he said ‘no’ with his head, and you didn’t push it further. But after a few minutes of silence, Xavier carefully took your hand in his, looking up at you with his soft doe eyes. He looked so fragile and unsure – yet completely confident he was about to say, like he feared your reaction, and not his own words. As you were about to worriedly ask him again what was going on, he spoke up in a hushed tone.

“I think I want to have a baby.”

Eyes widening slightly, you couldn’t help but let out a small silent gasp at the confession. The baby talk wasn’t a new topic between the two of you; of course, you had brought it up as a joke first, back when you were dating at Nevermore, but it had been the occasion to state your respective views on the subject for the first time. And to learn how afraid Xavier was to be a father.

“When did you start to have those thoughts?” you asked softly, but you couldn’t hide how surprised you were.

“A few weeks,” admitted Xavier quietly. “I…I don’t know what triggered it really but…it’s been on my mind ever since.”

You nodded, humming softly, “What changed your mind?”

He remained silent for a while, thinking about it. “It didn’t change, I…,” he muttered, “I guess it just…evolved. Being surrounded by kids and all…and you–…”

“Yes?” you breathed softly, gently encouraging him to continue.

Angling his face up, Xavier gazed up at you with glossy eyes, tainted with emotion, “I’d like to build a family with you, Y/N. We already are one but…I know you’re the only one I can picture myself with as a happy man in the future. “

Taking one of your hands, Xavier pressed a kiss to your knuckles. But your silence started to make him worry.

“Babe?...”

“Are you afraid about this?” you whispered and he looked up at you with concerned eyes. “Being a parent?”

With a small gulp, he nodded his head slowly, “A bit, yeah. And you?”

“I’m terrified,” you admitted in a small voice, and Xavier felt his heart squeeze at the confession. But then, one of your hands went to cup his cheeks tenderly. “But with you, I’m willing to try; because I know you’ll be here.”

As the realization sank in, Xavier felt tears filling his eyes, and he started to stutter, “D-do you mean…”.

With equally glossy eyes, you caressed his cheek with your thumb, smiling brightly through the emotion, “Yes,” you whispered, “I’m in. Let’s have a baby, Xavier.”

The smile that erupted on his face, tears of joy rolling down his cheeks, was the most heart-warming sight you had ever seen and you dove in to kiss him deeply, Xavier’s hands desperately cradling you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips after you parted from the kiss, “thank you sweetheart.”

Smiling softly, you went for another kiss and slid on his thighs, straddling him and caressing his neck. Xavier’s calloused hand drifted under your shirt, and you helped him get rid of your night gardement with lazy excitement. You two had a baby to make and you couldn’t wait but get into it.

It took a little more than four months for you to get pregnant. Ever since Xavier and you had this conversation, the idea of a mini mix of you both grew in your head and you found yourself even more excited at the thought. Sometimes, you gazed at Xavier and you tried to imagine what your baby could look like. Would they have his eyes? Your nose? Xavier’s pout that he vehemently assured he had not?

The weeks following your period were always strange ones; you were looking for any tiny signs that could mean you were pregnant, all while trying to be relaxed about it. But every negative test hurt harder than the previous one. Even for Xavier, each negative result was a blow on his mood. Without realizing it, you both had become much more attached to the wish to have a baby on your own than you would have thought. But Xavier had always been here, hugging you tightly when the tears fell at another negative test, making sure you were feeling alright before and after your period knowing it would be a hard time for you, purchasing tests – or stopping when he felt that it became too much of a touchy subject.

And then, at an unexpected time the test turned positive. It was just after you came back for an exhausting meeting, normies representatives had been ruthless and stubborn and it had been hard to restrain your outcasts’ colleagues furry at their snarky comments. As a result nothing had come out of this meeting and you were just so tired for nothing at the end of the day. The day had been so hectic you barely had time to grab something to eat, so you ended up leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes lost into nothingness as you waited for the leftovers of mac’n’cheese to heat up in the microwave.

Xavier was out for the evening with Ajax, knowing you would be home late so you reached for your bag to text him you made it home. You were so tired it took you an eternity to rummage in your handbag to search for the phone, then your fingers touched a thin plastic device and you froze. Pulling it out with trembling fingers you tried to remember since when you this test in your bag; you had grabbed it flipped over so you couldn’t see the result yet but you remembered vaguely taking it in the morning but then realizing you were late for work, and you had throw everything in your bag – keys, wallet, phone charger, agenda and, apparently, pregnancy test – in a hurry before rushing out. Maybe it was because you were tired, or because you were so used to negative tests, but you flipped it over mind-absently as the microwave dinged. Glancing down on the counter you froze on the spot. Bright red and glaring at you, the “+” on the stick made your breath hitch. The room around you felt like spinning a little, and you grabbed the test with a trembling hand. It took you a whole solid minute to get a grip on what happened, and you let yourself slide against the counter, not counting on your wobbly legs to support you anymore.

Then you let out a kind of strangled giggle. This was so unreal, so…so awaited after all that failures, it felt so strange. Yet you couldn’t help but smile through the tears of joy rolling down your cheeks.

This is how Xavier found you when he came home around an hour later, sitting on the floor against the kitchen’s counter, munching on a lukewarm plate of mac’n’cheese and a familiar stick in your hand. At first he panicked at your state and rushed to your side as soon as he found you in the kitchen.

“Oh my god babe, are you okay? What happened, are you hurt??”

To his surprise, you smiled at his panicked tone and handed him the test wordlessly. Xavier’s eyes flickered to the test and widened. He looked back at you mouth agape, struggling to let the singlest word out, completely dumbfounded.

“Is it…are you…”

You nodded, tears starting to spill again through your smile, “Yes, yes I am. I’m pregnant Xav.”

The next thing you knew, you were engulfed in the tightest hug you ever had. A happy sob escaped your lips and you cradled Xavier closer to you.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispered against your hair, “we- we’re gonna be parents babe, it’s…it’s amazing.”

No words you could have said would have been able to express how thrilled you were. So you only giggled nervously and happily, full of love and hope with Xavier at your side.

The first ultrasound pic was now in the small white frame on the living room wall. Even if the baby was just as small as a bean, it had been such an emotional moment, Xavier had shed a tear the first time you had seen the baby on the screen. Your baby. Of course, you had tons of other ultrasounds but it was this one that Xavier had insisted on hanging on the wall. You had scribbled on it “The smol bean”, and it had become the unofficial baby’s nickname until the birth.

Despite Enid’s and Ajax’s pleas to know the baby’s gender, Xavier and you had chosen to not know until the birth. Wednesday on the other hand, had agreed with your decision (apparently it “left some hope that the baby would sprung out of your belly just like in that pleasant movie of the 80’s”, much to her girlfriend’s horror). Xavier had winced at that, you had laughed. Truth being told, your pregnancy had been a rather calm one the first months. It had been such a joy and amazement to see your belly grow, sometimes you still couldn’t believe there was an actual little human being growing within. The pregnancy had also made you discover that Xavier grew an absolute devotion to your belly. From the moment you had started to show, his hands always found their way of caressing the slight curve of your stomach, of touching the side of your hips when you were in public. He was probably as in awe as you were the more your belly grew, and he couldn’t help but to sketch your silhouette. He had dozens of sketchbooks filled with various sketches of you during the pregnancy, you could almost make a precise evolution of your growing belly.

Things had begun to be complicated the last two months, you had more and more morning sickness and you often felt dizzy. You had to take a maternity leave earlier than you had planned to, and even with Xavier’s best efforts to help you feel better, those were two long months. Still, Xavier had always stayed by your side, supporting you all the way the best he could. You couldn’t have gone that far without him, especially at the most critical moments.

And then when your waters finally broke and you went to the hospital, he had barely left your side. Holding your hand as you pushed the hardest just as the nurses instructed you to, vein popping on your forehead and tears in the corner of your eyes; despite the rush and the pain, there was no other place Xavier would have rather been.

Looking back to it, it seemed to you that it hadn’t been that long of a moment to live. In reality it had felt like an eternity, no matter how well surrounded you were, the pain had just been so much– And suddenly, the tiniest cry pierced through the ambient chaos and everything just froze around you. Your sight might have been blurry with tears, but your eyes had immediately been set on that screaming, red, living bundle in the nurse’s hand. The mere vision of your baby was enough to make you cry again. The baby, your baby was alive.

Unknown hands laid them on your chest – a girl, said one of the nurses. You precious, beautiful daughter.

The only thing your brain registered next had been the trembling hands of Xavier joining yours over the frail body of your newborn daughter. His face had been bathed with tears of joy and relief, unable to stop himself or to look away from either of you. And just like that, your family was there at last.

Cleo Thorpe was born on a sweet spring day, and ever since everything changed in your lives. Sure, you had always known having a baby would shake your world. You had simply not expected it to go that well.

The six months off your job had been a blessing to spend most of the time with your daughter. Cleo was a noisy baby, always babbling, cooing or even whimpering to get a little bit of attention – like she needed to. She was the most precious thing in your life, and even when she was sick or fussy, you enjoyed every moment with her.

And Xavier, oh boy Xavier. The very moment Cleo had been born she got him wrapped around her finger. She was barely six months old, but Xavier was already ready to do anything for your daughter. You hadn’t the most stable family life before, but Xavier clearly had it worse. Between his mother’s disappearance early on, and the cold relationship with his manipulative father, Xavier had wanted this family more than anything. He had craved it, ever since the pregnancy talk had been bought on the table.

Now that she was born, he spent all the time he could with Cleo. It was so cute to see him walking around the house with the baby in his arms, talking to her about his day, or what he should cook tonight. Xavier even took her with him when he painted in his art studio, keeping her steady on his lap as he brushed his pencil over the canvas – while being extra careful of Cleo not grabbing any paint or charcoal, she loved to grab moving things. The sound of her happy babbling while she was absolutely fascinated by the movement of her daddy’s drawing filled the studio more than once. And the sight of the two loves of your life being so caught up in their own little world, in this peaceful bubble, always melted your heart.

To be honest, the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t imagine how you could have lived without that before; yes you and Xavier had each other. But now you have Cleo.

A faint cry pulled you out of your sleep, dragging you out of consciousness in the middle of the night. You whimpered slightly, but a warm caress on your bare shoulder soothed you.

“I’m going,” whispered the rasp voice of Xavier.

You hummed faintly, and he pressed a kiss on your cheek before getting up from the bed, the soft thud of his bare feet fading in the distance. Sleep started to sink in again and you gradually doze off. Then after a few minutes of silence, the lack of presence on the other side of the bed nudged your mind. Reaching for the mattress next to you, your hand only met the sheet and you cracked an eye open. Xavier wasn’t back yet, which was rather odd. Cleo sometimes cried during the night, but it never took long for her to calm down and sleep again when you or Xavier showed up. So you got up, groggy from sleep and padded to your daughter’s room. The sight that welcomed you was so soft, you could feel your heart soar at it. Xavier in his brief was sitting in the recliner, the small form of your sleeping baby cuddled on his chest. Cleo’s chubby hands were fisted tightly against her face, like a kitten trying to sleep.

Approaching them silently you slid your hand over Xavier’s naked shoulder.

“Hey,” you whispered softly.

Turning his head, Xavier pressed a soft kiss on your hand. “She had a nightmare,” he said quietly, mindful to not wake the baby again.

You hummed quietly, entrapped by the sight of your daughter, so small and so peaceful on her dad’s chest. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe how Xavier and you had managed to create this beautiful tiny human.

“Sorry I woke you up,” said Xavier, looking up to you. But you shook your head, muffling a yawn.

“Don’t worry, that’s fine. I guess we’re both excited about tomorrow, uh little bean?” you cooed, caressing Cleo’s cheek with your finger.

That made Xavier chuckle and he kissed her forehead tenderly. Some of your friends and former Nevermore classmates had planned to come over later in the day, to celebrate Cleo’s six months birthday. At first you had scoffed at the idea of celebrating any birthday before the first one, but the puppy eyes Xavier had given you had finished convincing you. He was really so whipped for his daughter, this would lead to many daddy’s little girl tricks in the future, you called it. But thinking about it, you had realized that it would be the first time you would all be reunited since Cleo’s birth. Except for Ajax and Wednesday (and by her girlfriend’s extension, Enid) who had visited frequently due to their godparents status – which Wednesday denied partly – most of your friends had only seen Cleo from the pictures you sent them. Well, rather the flood of pics Xavier sent them; you were pretty sure that Yoko had blocked his number at some point.

After a few moments of silent fascination, Xavier slowly got up, carefully holding Cleo before laying her in her crib. He admired her for another handful of seconds, before turning to you, kissing you softly.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he whispered.

With another yawn, you nodded. Some more sleep could do you some good before the incoming day.

Later on after a calm remaining sleep, you were just finished dressing up Cleo and put her in her crib when someone ringed at the door. As Xavier was busy in the kitchen you went to answer, opening the door to Enid and Wednesday. The werewolf immediately brought you into a tight hug while the Addams stood stiff on your front door.

“Oh my god girl it’s been sooooo long!” squealed Enid happily, “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled at her before nodding politely on Wednesday – you knew how much she despised unnecessary physical contact. “Did you guys have a safe trip?” you inquired, gesturing to them to come inside.

“It was acceptable,” answered Wednesday sharply, “now I require to see the child.”

That made Enid blush in embarrassment but you only chuckled. When you had suggested Wednesday for the godmother’s role, Xavier had been slightly wary. The Addams didn’t exactly scream babysitter material, and there were so many other people who could have fit the role, like Enid for instance. But you had insisted; somehow you had the intuition that Wednesday could make an amazing guardian for your daughter, and if that eased Xavier’s mind, Enid would never be far anyway. And to everyone’s surprise you had been right. Despite the cold laid-back behavior and general despise of human beings, Wednesday had a soft spot for your daughter. When you had asked her to be the godmother just after Cleo’s birth, and she reluctantly took her in her arms, something shifted. Maybe not maternal instinct, but after a solid very awkward minute of silence of her staring blankly at the baby, Wednesday had swore she would set the world on fire for this child. Xavier had turned to you with begging eyes but it had warmed your heart; who could have known Wednesday could have the tiniest trace of maternal instinct. She was still her parents’ daughter after all.

Ever since, the Addams clinged on Cleo everytime she came to visit, taking her role of protector very seriously. Enid was secretly thrilled by this, hoping this could someday lead to the subject of having children of their own. For now it wasn’t really the right time, with Enid’s new job as a Nevermore teacher and the offer of the deputy principal position; but it’ll come with time.

You came back to the living room with Cleo in your arms, the baby cooing happily at the familiar faces of your guests. Enid awed, immediately melting for the cute sight of your daughter and Wednesday held her arms as you passed the baby to her.

“Hello morrita,” she said in her usual flat tone – although you could sense the slightest fond undertones, “how are you doing?”

“Hiiiiii Cleo,” cooed Enid, overring to her next to her unfazed girlfriend, “you’re so adorable!”

It was funny to see them interact with the baby. Enid cooed and sing-songed in baby voices while Wednesday always talked to your daughter like she would do to a growing adult, describing things in detail when the tiniest frown draped over Cleo’s features – sometimes with a little too much detail in your opinion.

Xavier came out from the kitchen, whipping his hands on an apron and scoffed playfully at the sight.

“Is Wednesday trying to steal our daughter again?”

“Do not tempt me, Thorpe,” she threatened with a glare. The way Cleo’s green eyes narrowed at the same time, like mirroring her godmother’s killer look made you burst in laughter. Xavier on the other hand, paled instantly.

“It’s too late already,” he muttered in horror.

Enid tried to refrain from laughing, pocketing her phone after having managed to snap a picture of the two of them – she would definitely send it to you after. Someone knocked at the door again and you pushed Xavier to it, reassuring him that no, his babygirl will not love Wednesday more than him.

At the door, Ajax, Bianca and Yoko greeted you, hugging Xavier then you, before letting themselves in and settling in the living room. Everyone cooed at Cleo, who was thrilled to have so much attention all of a sudden, and she babbled excitedly at each of your guests.

Settling the food and drinks everyone brought, you started to chat with your old classmates. Being the first ones to have a kid in your group of friends, you knew you were kind of aliens for the rest of them. It seemed that your days at Nevermore weren’t that far behind you, still you were glad to be able to spend some time and chat like nothing changed.

The time for gifts came, and Xavier and you opened them as Ajax bounced Cleo on his hip, her kraken plushie in her hand – a gift from Bianca, which was very much appreciated by your little one. You thanked all of your friends for their gifts, and Xavier helped Cleo to blow the candles on the small cupcake, as if it was a real birthday cake. If you could freeze time and put it in a bottle to keep a moment with you for eternity, it would be that one.

Some time later, when your friends helped you clean the living room and Cleo had been put to bed for a nap, you found yourself in the kitchen with Xavier. You were putting the dishes away, and he was packing the leftovers of cake; but you sensed him a bit absent.

“Everything’s okay?” you asked him softly, putting a hand on his arm.

“Mmmh? Yeah, all’s fine, don’t worry love,” he said with a smile. But the way your eyebrows furrowed in concern didn’t ease, and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I swear it’s fine.”

“I know that look,” you insisted gently, “what did you see?”

With time, Xavier’s visions had become less chaotic. He often had them in his sleep, or by touching specific objects. Nothing as dramatic as the one he had back then at Nevermore, but it could sometimes busy his mind for quite some time, so you couldn’t help but to be worried.

But the sincere smile he gave you washed all of that.

“She’s gonna be amazing,” he breathed in a grin, voice heavy with emotion. “I saw her, growing up, being older…only flashes, but…she was beautiful, Y/N.”

The smile that grew on your face at the same time as his was blinding. Hugging Xavier tightly, you felt lighter than ever.

Xavier was right, Cleo was going to be amazing; she was already making your lives incredible, and you couldn’t wait to watch your daughter grow, side by side with the man you loved.

Hope you liked it, take care of you ♥

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x you #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe y/n #wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe fluff #request #no beta we die like men

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spandexbutterfly4lyfe · 30 days

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Hiiiii ♡♡♡

1-what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

12- what’s some good advice you want to share?

25-fave season and why?

Omg nim thank you for putting the whole questions in the ask, I should’ve done that for yours but didn’t think abt it 😭

1 - since anyone who touches my blog with a ten foot pole hears about all the bad things that shaped me, here are some good ones!:

1) in high school I quit band because the director was a huge dick, which opened up free time for me to try choir. After one class I was withdrawn from beginner choir and put into advanced. The (openly gay) director was kind and encouraging and refused to let me badmouth my voice. Forced me to engage. Up until this point I’d been incredibly insecure, even my stepdad would change the radio station if I started to sing along. Opening up my singing confidence also opened up my making friends confidence for the first time. It is because of that director that I went on to meet my partner doing karaoke and then had the chance to sing at Carnegie Hall (probably the #1 experience of my life). I hope I never forget how much I owe him.

2) one of my favorite people in the world is my middle & high school Russian teacher! He was an ex Soviet soldier from Belarus and an incredibly kind and happy older man. Not only did I get a decent education in Russian history and propaganda at a young age, but it permanently blasted through any US propaganda that demonizes all Russians. I learned about the world, the kinds of things that interest me, and to have compassion first and foremost.

3) when I was a kid I LOVED making desserts, to the point that my dad kept packs of instant muffin mix and boxed brownie mix in the house for when I came over every weekend. I’d jazz it up long before I really understood what I was doing. I gave up on my love for baking and cooking for a long time because it just wasn’t possible in my living situations, but now I’m a baker. And a really good one. I wish I’d put two and two together sooner, honestly.

12 - the world is full of experiences you wouldn’t even realize are normal to some people, and all people are truly human at heart. Everyone has a reason for doing everything that you don’t approve of, and the vast amount of the time it isn’t their fault that they reason that way. Don’t forget that you’ve also made plenty of panicked, quick decisions that had consequences for yourself and others, and the feelings that cause these poor decisions feel very very compelling in the moment. Before you decide someone is irredeemable, look for a way to view their actions with pity first. We all deserve it to some degree.

25 - I’m actually sort of famous among people who know me as being incredibly excited for every single season. It’s part of my charm. I think my favorite is spring, though. Mostly because the comfortable temperature is a huge relief — bitter cold messes with my nerve pain — and daylight savings makes me feel like I’m on straight up speed. It’s really a logistical preference, because I’m an incredibly festive person about every season equally.

#thank you for asking :) sorry that the answer was so long lmao #long post

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jad3w1ngs · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ahh this is so fun. Okay here we go, god I have so many to try and choose from (wow that sounded cocky)

In no particular order here are my current five faves of the fics I've written

'Forged' - Mungrove

Edeval, the dragon god of metal and fire, has requested a hunt in his honour. As a blacksmith Edeval is Billy's patron god and so he volunteers to represent his village in the royal hunt. Little does he know that the hunt is simply a trial for Edeval to choose his future bride. Taken from his home to the gilded isle of the gods Billy is also about to find out that whilst Edeval may have power over fire, he's not exactly a dragon either.

'The Stolen Sapphire' - Harringroveson

William Hargrove was drafted into one the most notorious pirate crews on the seven seas after his father sold him to settle his debts. He had been prepared for his captain 'King Stephen' to either kill him or sell him on but instead he was accepted into the crew without question. Now he's rethinking whether or not that was a good thing when he is invited to the Captains chambers for an 'unusual' game.

'A blue eyed cat and a brown eyed boy' - Harringroveson

Billy has been living on the streets ever since his father attempted to sell him to an older man when he turned 14. Now, half starved and slightly feral he stumbles into the sleepy town of Hawkins, where he meets a boy who appears to want to help him.

Eddie has always hated the way hybrids are treated. The very concept that a thinking, feeling creature has to be owned by a human just because they were born with a few animal traits, infuriates him. So when he spots an unowned, feral hybrid he makes it his mission to help him.

Steve has had a crush on Eddie since middle school, so when the other boy asks for his help with looking after a new hybrid he jumps at the chance. It's not like a hybrid's going to stand in the way of them getting together, Eddie owning a hybrid shouldn't change anything. In fact, there should be nothing wrong with them sharing him, right?

'Live Fast, Die Beautiful' - Harringrove

Corroded Coffin are invited to open for one of the newest and biggest metal bands Mindflayer during the Indiana leg of their tour. Eddie invites Steve to come backstage with him where he meets Mindflayer's, openly gay and incredibly attractive, frontman Billy Hargrove.

Whilst Steve is instantly smitten he can't see this going past a casual one-night stand and Billy, well Billy's been hurt before.

'Ghost' - Mungrove

Billy has been trapped in the Upside Down for longer than he can remember. One day he meets another trapped soul that might just make this hell worth it.

Written to the song 'Ghost' by Gunship.

#stranger things #fanfiction #mungrove #harringrove #harringroveson #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove

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moe-broey · 1 year

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Hoodie :) (plus today's outfit!)

Probably my fave piece of band merch from an aesthetic standpoint, so it was kind of scary to start fucking with it LMFAO

But also, as it was originally (regular pullover hoodie), I actually couldn't wear it comfortably cause of how it clung to me and bunched up in stupid ways (even though it's Supposed to be large 🙄)

For a while the only mods were the slits/patches on the sleeves and waist, but as it's been getting warmer and as I put A Lot of attention to like, the rest of my outfit a lot of the time, it's kind of a bummer to wear a pullover actually I feel like I would wear it more if it zipped. So. Implemented a zipper! 👍

Oooh found these pics too!!! From the og mod!!

I was very careful to preserve the other hoodie I took the fabric from, cause I loved it dearly LMFAO and wanted to use it somehow in the future (wasn't exactly sure how at the time, though). The Original original hoodie is from middle school, and while like. It fit. It was absolutely too tight for my liking, esppp as I've developed a STRONG preference for baggy/loose clothes.

Ultimately the fit of it is a little weird, it's VERY top heavy LMFAO (I actually haven't figured out how to stitch the second hood on without bunching up the other hoodie since they're two different sizes, large and small -- it's just pinned via safety pins for now) but it is SO COZY. AND funky. AND THE DOUBLE POCKETS ARE SO COOL. Sewing that bit was really fun too! All of it is hand sewn, and just me figuring it out as I went.

ALSO.

I absolutely took inspiration from these two Splatoon jackets in particular LMFAOOOOOO (patchwork bomber influence is p clear, combining several different jackets into one -- the dark bomber influence is more in how the hoodie is shaped, and in how the zipper doesn't completely meet the end of the jacket!)

All in all I just love it so much and so dearly and I'm really happy with the results!!!!

#i'm. actually unsure what to tag this as. i come here to be autistic about characters LMFAO 😅#i will say my absolute favorite of all time band merch is an aaron west wildflower honey sweater #that's a dark green has a big pocket/small logo in front and a very pretty flower design on the back #it is literally the comfiest shit of all fucking time. i wear it constantly.#ALSO LOOK AT MY GREEN FUCKING FLANNEL. IT IS SO GREEN!!!!!!!!! and soft!!!!#literally 'guy who says i've been getting real into the color green lately'. it's me i'm him.#idk if i'll mod it more those hoodies w the goat ears/horns live with me always and i do have extra fabric #but it is already so top heavy. plus cause it is band merch i don't wanna stray too far from the theme #i think these two hoodies were made for each other. this too is yuri. i think. idk i'm a guy.#diy punk #my projects #going. with these tags LMFAO 🫡

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rivetgoth · 7 months

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I feel like part of what’s fucking me up about Atsushi Sakurai’s death—and this makes me sound like a poseur, I’m sure, but ah well—is that my genuine honest admittance is that I’m not THAT familiar with BUCK-TICK; I mostly know Atsushi through his work with Raymond Watts in PIG and Schwein, tho I’ve technically known about BUCK-TICK since I was in middle school cuz of Trinity Blood LOL and I thought it was really cool to learn the band behind the opening was in the broader goth family. I have a ton of respect for him and I did know their big songs and general sound but they were admittedly this kinda “I need to delve deeper into them when I get the chance” band that I hadn’t sat with as much. But I’d see Atsushi around/being talked about alllllll the time in the scene, like I said I’m way more familiar with his work with Raymond Watts who’s one of my fave musicians, I have a ton of goth / industrial / v kei (usually a combo of more than one or all three) friends and mutuals who talk about him all the time, Raymond Watts was just posting about seeing him a couple of months ago, I’ve reblogged pictures of him on multiple occasions, and like. I guess it’s this weird combo of sadness for those I know who are much more personally impacted by losing a musician hero than me, but also this really sobering reminder not to talk these artists for granted. Like I’d never even considered he wouldn’t be around for another few years, decades even, for me to kinda delve deeper into when the time was right. There wasn’t some past tense in my head for Atsushi Sakurai of all people I guess. People always say that when it comes to meeting celebrities it’s always the people you least expect that throw you off guard the most but I really feel like celebrity death is the same. Idk. It’s very sad to me. Rest in peace :( 💔

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sherifftillman · 1 year

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can i ask why you ship steve and chrissy? /gen just because there's nothing to suggest they'd ever be into each other?

that's all the fun of a crackship, friend! i've spent my entire life-in-fandom crackshipping either within a fandom or as crossovers, it's just fun to use your imaginations! none of it is real so why not play around with it?

that being said, since they are pretty much my fave crackship at this point, i will take any and all excuse to ramble about them hahahaha

so first, the similarities to their home life vs school career balance. both chrissy and steve face insane amounts of pressure from their parents setting impossible standards, and try to maintain a top social standing at school (whether this has a direct influence from their family, it's not canonically confirmed). they could have easily run in similar social circles even while both in school.

both also show that they find it easy to be their more authentic selves around people who don't fit those social circles (steve with dustin, chrissy with eddie), which if you take into consideration how chrissy doesn't tell jason about her interaction with eddie, it can be argued that chrissy could benefit from watching the example of steve's "loserification" (i.e. how he's found more genuine connections with the party + robin once he stopped trying to win societal approval) because she's not being honest/authentic with jason. (to me, her and jason's relationship appears way more performative, jason seems to care more about acting out to play the hero/vigilante rather than actually grieving the loss of his girlfriend. that's total interpretation, though)

i think they would just be a really lovey-dovey couple. like, when i first heard about them as a concept my first thought was literally "cheerful golden retriever meets clueless golden retriever". they both have a lot of love to give (i'll get into that) and they deserve to receive that same amount of affection and outward love.

more specifically, if you think back to steve's "six little nuggets" line. i've always said that the only acceptable reason he'd say that is because he went from being someone who constantly sought his peers' and parents' approval, to someone who was able to give and receive genuine love from the party. his six little nuggets. the only way that i'll interpret him saying that in canon is because with the kids growing up (and him having no idea where or in what condition mike, will and el are), he's scared he's going to lose that kind of love. based on how quickly we can see that chrissy falls back into not only remembering the fact that she and eddie were friends in middle school, she remembers specifics. she's got a big ol' heart, as does steve.

the MULTIPLE ways you can include eddie here. maybe he plays wingman. maybe he sets them up blindly. maybe he has no idea because they sneak around him. maybe he has no idea because "we're all just best friends hanging out! and sometimes those two make out! best friends!!! :D" every trope is good.

similarly, robin. especially as a comfort to chrissy that even though robin is a Band Kid and chrissy is a Cheerleader, that has no actual effect on who either of them are fundamentally as people, and i'm sure robin would love her for who she is right off the bat. and that'd help with the whole unlearning thing. i also really like the idea of lucas being glad that she's found someone better than jason once chrissy meets the party.

i mean. they're hot and i'm bi so. there's that too lol

#cheerscoops #harringham

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hi!!

going off of what you recently said about being asked about music, I’m going to ask you about music! I love discovering new music so who are your top artists and your top songs?? either currently or all time

HI I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW THANK YOUUU

Okayokayokay I'm calm I promise :)

My favorite band of all time is linkin park, and honestly they always will be. Now I'm sure everyone knows all of their popular songs, but I'm going to go ahead and recommend a criminally underrated album of theirs, which is A Thousand Suns.

Now even though LP is my favorite band they obviously have not been active since 2017, so I'm going to also talk about my favorite band that's still currently active, and my second favorite band of all time. Shinedown!

If you're wondering just how much I love this band, I am about to see them for the fourth time at the end of the month! They are honestly so good live so if you're into rock music and looking for a damn good concert experience, I highly recommend catching one of their shows!

I know the lone star (and og) fandom is at least somewhat aware of them because whoever chooses music for these shows does not know how to miss 😊 and the song they used in the second episode of lone star, how did you love, is one of my favorite songs by them. I literally got so excited when it started playing and started singing along. A very memorable moment for me while watching this show! (I also have a shinedown shirt with the lyrics "every day is do or die" on the back...I promise I am normal about this band 😂)

fun fact: if you've seen me lurking around on my main, leave-a-whisper, that is a reference to their first album! I also reccomend the Sound of Madness album. These two are their two best albums in my opinion!

there are so many bands I could mention so I'm just going to mention a few more quick ones so that this doesn't become an essay. I also have last.fm if you want to take a look any bands I don't mention here, cause there's a lot!

Speed run under the cut! Trying to keep this at a reasonable length here 😂

Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin, I grew up listening to these bands! middle school harley practically lived and breathed one-x and phobia.

Halestorm, one of my favorite bands with a female lead. Lzzy's vocals are fucking insane and the music is extremely fun and empowering.

Speaking of amazing female leads, if you're looking for some metal (or just curious about getting into the genre) I really love Jinjer. They are insane live and Tati is a phenomenal vocalist.

I also dabble in prog music. I pretty much grew up listening to bands like Dream Theater and Porcupine Tree. Insane talent in both of these bands. One album I really love and reccomend is Deadwing by Porcupine Tree.

O.A.R, my childhood. My parents introduced me to this band when I was very young and I have loved their music ever since. I can't really compare them to anyone else, but I reccomend listening to songs like heaven and love and memories. Those are a couple of my faves!

I don't really listen to much rap music, but NF is a massive exception. His lyrics are always amazing and the music is just really fun, sometimes really angsty.

Bad Omens, Dayseeker and I Prevail are some good metal bands to get into if it's usually not a genre you'd enjoy. Amazing vocals.

Album recs!

I have been listening to To Be Everywhere is To Be Nowhere by Thrice. It's an amazing album. My favorite song off of it is Hurricane.

My favorite album that came out last year is Spirits by Nothing More.

My favorite albums that came out this year are Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token and Dead Club City by Nothing But Thieves.

Finally, some song recs!!!

Atlantic - Sleep Token

Satellites - Periphery

Higher Place - Malevolence

Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm

Mourning Song - Holding Absence

The Red - Chevelle

Tears Don't Fall - Bullet For My Valentine

Breaking My Bones - Friday Pilots Club

Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away) - Deftones

Dying is Absolutely Safe - Architects

One More Light - Linkin Park

Death By Rock And Roll - The Pretty Reckless

I could mention sooooo much more but this is definitely enough for now. As you can see my music taste is very rock and metal heavy and I know that's not everyone's thing, but if you're unsure then definitely give some of these bands a try!

#I've peaked at the setlist for shinedown's show and it seems theh wont be plahing how did you love #but if they do...I will definitely get it on video for y'all #I can also do specific song recs for shinedown because they have so many amazing songs that it would have to be a separate post #also brent smith is truly an incredible vocalist #the things he did with simple man are just so creative and made it so much better than the original #asks #harley talks music

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payphoneangel · 20 days

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9, 12, 21, 31 for the questions ask :)))

HELLO <333

9. What is your biggest accomplishment?

Hmmmm. That's a toughie. I feel like I could say things like my degree or career or like, my growth as a person and how I view relationships and my own self worth... which are all fine and good and all but ehhh I feel like a lot of that just came with life (well, not the degree. That one was a lot of time and money). TBH I feel like my biggest accomplishment has probably been learning and sticking with guitar. It almost seems silly to consider it my biggest accomplishment, but it's a hobby that I've gotten so much joy and connection out of, it feels important. And I think because it's a hobby is part of why it feels like an accomplishment to me. I have to work to survive. I had to go to school. I had to get better at communicating and setting boundaries. But I play because I want to. Because I love the process of learning new songs and new chords and new techniques. Because I love sharing music and creating music with the people around me.

Idk. That feels big to me.

12. Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

Oooh, SO MANY places!! Probably Italy, or Kenya, or Indonesia!! They have such cool bugs in Indonesia.

21. Who knows you best?

Another toughie! I feel like it's a split between my close friends and my family. Which, kind of feels like a cop-out answer lol. Like, no duh! Who else would know someone best besides their close friends and family? I guess like, a romantic partner or a therapist.

I say both because I feel like my friends and my family are both deeply familiar with different aspects of myself. It's all still me, but we are all multi-faceted people who act just a little different depending on the environment and who we're talking to, and I'm no different! My family has years of experience, my friends have no preconceived notions of who I'm supposed to be-- family tends to get stuck on ideals of personhood ime.

So they both know a side of me best. My family member who knows me best is probably my sister and my friend who knows me best is probably the one I've known since we were like 6.

31. Describe yourself with 3 singers.

THAT'S HARD. Okay wait, like 3 singers based on songs or appearance??? Individual singers or bands?? Singers whose songs I can sing or whose songs feel like describe me?????? Uhhhh okay I'll go with (in no particular order):

Haley Heynderickx-- since I just rambled about how important playing guitar is for me and people that I'm close to, I'll pick Haley for her song, The Bug Collector. It's a song that I do a cover of on guitar. It is one of the more technical songs I'm able to do and it took a long ass time to learn it. I sing it well, it was introduced to me by one of my closest friends (arguably the one who knows me best) I relate to the lyrics AND I love bugs. BAM. Relevant to every question.

Don McLean-- I stole my name from his song lol. It's also one of my faves to play with my dad.

I'll say Passion Pit because their album Gossamer was my middle school crying album and you know what I was right for that. That's a good ass album.

#vinny answers #some of these feel like pretentious answers but alas #sometimes I am a pretentious person #TY for the ask these were really fun to answer

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myfriendgoo94 · 9 months

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Hey I haven’t done one of these in forever! Thanks to @macleod for tagging me (also go check out their post cuz there’s really cool stuff on there). These are my top 5 songs on repeat:

1: Health x Nine Inch Nails - Isn’t Everyone

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I’ve been following Health since i saw them open for Crystal Castles in 2012 and they honestly just get better. These collab albums they’ve been making are just incredible tho, i’ve had the entirety of Disco 3 and Disco 4 on repeat but this is the one i play even more often. And NIN have been my fave band since middle school but haven’t made a track this good in years, defs recommended if you like either band, STRONGLY recommended if you like both bands.

2: Sweet - Love is Like Oxygen

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I’ve had this song stuck in my head for about a decade and it’s been great. You can’t unhear it once you’ve heard it tho lol. I picked up the full album at a record shop a few weeks ago and it rules, viva Sweet!

3: Marnie Stern - Hell Yes

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I bought this album about ten years ago when it first came out, listened to it like twice, and then put it down. Idk why it didn’t stick back then but when i put it on 6 months ago it blew me away, especially this song. It’s kinda weird dream pop-infused indie math rock.

4: Billie Eilish - Oxytocin

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Ever since i’ve gotten into Billie Eilish i’ve sorta just gone from track to track that i’ve been obsessed with, and this is my current obsession. It’s real sinister and badass and i often put it on when i’m doing my makeup.

5: R.E.M. - Gardening at Night

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I adore R.E.M. This is from their debut EP Chronic Town, which is excellent all the way thru, but you can’t really go wrong with any 80’s R.E.M. tbh. Before i got really into them a year ago i had no idea american people could make such good post-punk music lol

These are super fun to do and i love sharing music with people, hope a couple of you listen to some of these songs if ya get a minute. Anyways i’m gonna tag @thatdykepunkslut @mousey-toy @cofo92 @sixtysixsixtysixes for this. No pressure if ya don’t wanna do it, also if you weren’t tagged but wanna do it anyway plz go for it! ☺️

#char tunes

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tommybowefuneralattendee · 5 months

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💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 18💛

What are your top 3 fave clothes, that you currently own? (can be faves for any reason, like comfort, smth you love to wear on special occasions, etc. 🤗)

Bonus: What are your top 3 fave accessories? (like jewelry, belts, bags, etc. 👜)

i wear a sleepsoft flannel shirt from torrid like every day, non exaggeratory, home or out. i wear a floor length polka dotted skirt when i'm home. i have a streamer merch shirt that says OwO that i get compliments on every single time i wear it. i'm halfway through answering this and realizing i'm just listing out like. all of my accessories. describing them. so there's more than three. but i had fun so love and light. i broke it up for readability

my ring is probably, like, the big thing that i Love about my accessories. it weighs an ounce and a half and has roses and skulls on it and when it no longer fits me i'm going to be so, so upset. i got it from spencer's; it was originally 26 dollars and i bought it for 3.

my other ring (my rings are on the middle finger of both hands) is really pretty blue and green stone inset in a silver band; i stole it. it has an outline of the state of west virginia.

the bracelet on my right wrist (hand w the blue and green ring) is the collar of a shirt i altered for my sister wrapped around my wrist three times. technically, i altered the shirt for me, but my sister so rarely actually Wants things i've altered, so i took it off and went to my room to grab another shirt as soon as she asked for it.

on my other wrist, i wear three metal bracelets. one is a bangle that i have no idea of the origin of. one is a twisted metal beaded bracelet my grandmother bought me at a secondhand store. the third, my mother bought for herself in miami or austin or las vegas, somewhere on business, and it is very thin, like thin enough to get caught in arm hair thin, and my mom didn't like the texture, so she gave it to me.

my three favorite pairs of earrings rn are my tarot cards (sun and moon, from etsy), my dumdums (blue lollipops i bought from a jewelry vendor at the indianapolis fair; if anyone wants funky earrings, i can direct you to her site, she does mail), and the vampire themed drop earrings i bought from my friend sjonnie.

i wear three necklaces every day (with very few exceptions; one of my shirts is cut strangely, so i only wear one of them, for example) - one is the hammer i've worn since middle school, one is a beaded necklace my mother made for me, and i swap out the last one between two necklaces - they're both beaded gem cage necklaces, one with a blue opal in it and one with a rose quartz. i swap between them based on whether there's more blue or red in my outfit

i also swap out my eyebrow ring to match my outfits - i have a blue one and a silver one where the top ball is red. i don't change out my nose rings yet. i don't know how to change out my rook and at this point i'm too scared to ask.

i wear black on black converse combat boots every day right now. my mom thinks i need new shoes bc they're not supportive enough. but they fuck so hard

#this was a fantastic break from the art i'm doing rn thank u sm #thanks for asking stella <33333333 #ask answered #wallpaper inside my heart

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Do you have any fave Thai BL series? If you do, what's your top 10?

hi anon! i'm so sorry i'm only seeing your ask now. i'm not sure i could pick a top 10... so i'll give you my top 5! i'll add a link to the mydramalist page for each series so you can learn more about them too.

never let me go (2022-2023)

MyDramaList synopsis: Nuengdiao is the heir to a prestigious family. His status has forced him to grow up isolated with no room for imperfection. Then his father is shot to death right in front of him. Now he and his mother's lives are in danger. The son of a loyal Kiattrakulmethee family employee, Palm is appointed to protect him from the dangers in and outside school. In his life of uncertainty, Palm's presence leads Nuengdiao to new experiences. Where to watch: GMMTV's youtube channel or Viki Highlights: high stakes, interesting family drama, great chemistry between the two main leads

2. my school president (2022-2023)

MyDramaList synopsis: Student body president Tinn has a secret crush on Gun, the head of the music club and lead singer of the middling band Chinzhilla. The son of the principal, Tinn is instructed to axe any clubs that don't boost their school's reputation. The music club tops that list and Tinn is therefore Gun's number one enemy. Desperate to save his club, Gun will do anything, even pledge servitude to Tinn. When Tinn learns Chinzhilla has a rule that band members aren't permitted to date until they win the Hot Wave Music Contest, he vows to do whatever it takes to help them do just that. Where to watch: GMMTV's youtube channel or Viki Highlights: great balance of sweetness of seriousness, killer soundtrack, delightful friend group

3. my only 12% (2022)

MyDramaList synopsis: Cake and Seeiw have been friends as far as they can remember. Cake is very outgoing and has a lot of friends while Seeiw is very shy and barely speaks to people he's not used to being around. Despite their different personalities, they are very close. By being next-door neighbors since they were born, they became an essential aspect of each other's lives. However, as they become older, things change and so do the way they see each other. There is only a 12% possibility of having a successful first love. Would that 12% be enough? Where to watch: iqiyi (but also available on platforms like dailymotion) Highlights: slow burn, time jump done right, tremendous acting in emotional scenes

4. not me (2021)

MyDramaList synopsis: Black and White are twins with a powerful connection. After their parents' separation, though, White’s father took him abroad, and their family effectively severed in two. It isn’t until fifteen years have passed that White—now grown—returns to Thailand. One day, seemingly from nowhere, White feels an agony like death. He recovers in the hospital, but they’re unable to determine the cause. Then he picks up a call from a childhood friend, Tod. Tod tells him that Black is in a coma following a vicious attack, and he learns that Black is in a motorcycle gang. Unable to endure the harm done to his brother in silence, and suspecting it was one of Black’s close friends—Sean, Gram, or Yok—who betrayed him, White disguises himself as Black to root out the traitor. But White doesn’t know his brother as well as he thought; he’s not behaving like the Black Sean knows, distrustful and uncaring about the feelings of others. Sean's suspicious. The difference gets under Sean's skin and makes him feel things he shouldn’t. Where to watch: GMMTV's youtube channel Highlights: beautiful and gritty aesthetic, focus on social justice, arson :)

5. i told sunset about you (2020)

MyDramaList synopsis: Teh and Oh-aew were best friends until a boyhood line of reasoning turned them into rivals. Years later as they're preparing for university admissions, both pursuing interests in the field of Communication Arts, the two meet in a Chinese language class. Their reunion awakens complicated and unstable feelings. Where to watch: Viki (but also available on platforms like dailymotion) Highlights: gorgeous cinematography, phenomenal acting, angsttttt

Bonus: currently airing thai bls I'm enjoying

last twilight (2023)

MyDramaList synopsis: Burdened with heavy debt, Mhok, a technical college student, applies for a high-paying job as a caregiver to Day, a badminton player with partial blindness due to infectious keratitis. Day hires Mhok who—unlike other applicants—seems to take no pity on him. With so much time spent in each others' company, the two develop a deep bond. When Day learns he'll have approximately 180 days until he loses what vision he has remaining, how will the two weather the trials ahead? Where to watch: GMMTV's youtube channel Highlights: slice-of-life storytelling, thoughtful representation of disability, pretty cinematography

twins (2023)

MyDramaList synopsis: It is said that identical twins who are produced from the same egg will share a bond as if they were the same person. But not with "Sprite" and "Zee", the identical twins. Despite following the same route as an athlete from birth, both want to be the only one! *adding more context because this synopsis doesn't really tell you anything: after zee is injured in an attack, sprite must take his place on the volleyball team to maintain his chances of competing in the national competition. there are a few problems with this plan: 1) sprite doesn't know how to play volleyball, 2) sprite still has to attend his own jiu jitsu practices, and 3) everyone on the volleyball team seems to hate him, especially first, his new roommate* Where to watch: i've been using dailymotion, but i hear you can watch it on LoveMedia Thailand's youtube channel using a vpn (others, feel free to comment to confirm/deny this) Highlights: fun premise, focus on sports, enemies to lovers

#in my inbox #thai bl #recommendations #i hope at least one or two of these are new to you anon!

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