#i think matt would love snowballs

[thcfountain]

MATT DIERKES NS/FW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Matt is a big softie who cares about you a lot, which means that aftercare is super important. This means that if you like baths, he gets up and makes you a really nice one where he lights candles and picks out a bathbomb for you.

He makes sure you get water and a snack and he'll sit there and snack with you while you wait for the tub to fill. 

It's just as important to you that he also receives aftercare, so you have him join you in the bath for snuggles. He lets you wash his hair and cover his face in little kisses.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Matt is a big fan of your tummy. He loves tracing stretch marks if you have them, loves kissing your tum or laying his head on your tummy for a nap. He definitely thinks tummies are cute.

His favorite thing on himself, however, is his hair. He's definitely proud of how long it is and the only time he'll allow anyone close to it with scissors, is if they're trimming his split ends. He loves when you brush his hair for him though.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampies are a big turn on for him. He loves giving you creampies and then watching his cum leak out of you. 

You two have also tried out snowballing on a few occasions but he wasn't really a fan of that. He doesn't like the way he tastes as much as the way he likes how you taste. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It's not really a secret to you because you've caught him in the act more than once. He likes to steal your panties out of the hamper to sniff when he's jacking off alone. You've also found cum in your panties on more than one occasion while doing the laundry.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's learning with you, despite what it may seem to the contrary. Matt has only had a couple of partners that weren't you and he's gone so often that it means he hasn't had a ton of chances for a wild or super active sex life. 

This means that you're learning what you like together, it means that there's a lot of communication when it comes to the bedroom.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Doggy style means he has a better, immediate view of your ass and pussy after he's emptied his cum into you.

He's also not opposed to cowgirl. He loves when you ride him, loves to watch your tits bounce, loves to see you throw your head back as you orgasm around him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely has his moments of goofiness. It would get boring if you two couldn't enjoy a laugh together during sex, after all. 

From moments when Boo has managed to bust into the room to bark at you both or even the time that you looked over and saw Nicholas standing there, eating a banana and waiting to ask Matt a question.

Sometimes silly things happen and you two can always laugh about it.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Matt takes very good care of the hair on his head, he's very prideful of it. So it comes as no surprise that he manscapes. His body hair is kept in check so he's not completely unruly anywhere.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He knows how to be romantic. Loves to hold your hand and tell you how much he loves you. There's not always enough opportunities with his busy schedule for him to show you the romance and intimacy he thinks you deserve, so he tries to make up for that from time to time.

Candle lit dinners where he holds your hand across the table as you two talk turn into sex in the bedroom that is slow and passionate. He loves to leave kisses in every place of your body, to tell you how beautiful you are.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

With how often he's gone with the band for tours, he definitely masturbates a lot and so do you. 

He finds places and time to video call you, coaxing and guiding you through your orgasm as he jacks off. 

Sends you photos and videos to wake up to sometimes of him getting himself off to thoughts of you and memories of you. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Matt likes to be called daddy and he's learning what it takes to be a daddy dom, especially a daddy dom for your wants and needs. 

Orgasm torture and restraints. Matt loves to restrain your hands and then use toys or his mouth to overstimulate you or bring to as many orgasms as he can.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Mostly at home. Matt's not super interested in getting caught by strangers or friends - though he's getting more comfortable with the latter since some people don't know how to knock.

You've definitely fucked in every spot of the house more than once. 

From him bending you over the couch or table to him eating you out on the counter - your home has seen it all.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He's turned on by thigh high stockings, by you dancing around in your underwear when you think no one is watching, by random little things here and there.

You know that all it really takes is for you to call him daddy in a pouty voice and he's ready to fuck you then and there.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything regarding his ass. He is too scared to even try so pegging is out of the question. He tells you that if you really wanna peg someone, he'll agree to you pegging Noah or Folio but please don't look at his ass with hope.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to recieve more than he likes to give. Matt can be a little selfish sometimes but he does go down on you. He's gotten very good at getting you off that way. 

His favorite way to eat you, is to have you sit on his face. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers to be slow and sensual if you two have the time for it. He wants you to feel loved and sometimes, with hectic and busy schedules, he fears you don't get enough attention or intimacy from him as you deserve.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is a giant fan of quickies, especially if you come out to see them while they're touring. You and Matt get a quickie in every chance you get until you go home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to experiment in certain things. Hard no on anything concerning his ass or in public because he doesn't wanna catch a charge. Otherwise, Matt doesn't mind trying something at least once for you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He's working out with Ash and Noah more which means Matt is building up his stamina. As time goes on, you find him able to last longer and longer which means multiple rounds in multiple positions.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You two have amassed quite a toy collection. From vibrating cockrings to dildos and everything in between. Like I said, he loves using toys on you to give you multiple orgasms in a row. 

He definitely likes a few toys for himself too.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Matt loves to tease you because it means getting to hear you beg. He goes wild for you being vocal about what you want, pleading for him to give it to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tends not to be very loud but he loves when you make noise. However there are a few positions that he likes that mean you get to hear him moan and whimper in your ear when he comes.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Matt may be a daddy dom but you know what he REALLY is? A switch. The second you both find out he loves being dommed as much as he loves domming, it opens a whole new world for you both.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Matt wears boxers, he's not a fan of tight or restraining underwear.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He always yearns for you. He loves feeling his skin against yours, loves fucking you. It's hard to be away from you during tour.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If you guys have gone multiple rounds or he's just gotten home from tour, he's immediately out like a light as soon as he's helped you clean up and made sure you've had water.

#matt dierkes #matt dierkes smut #matt dierkes imagine

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Accidentally in Love

Written By: Adam Duritz, Dan Vickrey, David Bryson, David Immergluck & Matthew Malley

Artist: Counting Crows

Released: 2004

“I was really struggling with it. I generally don’t write songs on demand, and I almost got to the point where I thought I wasn’t going to do it. They just told me that the song had to be uplifting. They actually said, ‘Don’t write a song about Shrek. Write a song that’s about you.’ The funny thing is, the song ended up reflecting a lot of what was going on in my life at the time: falling in love with someone you’re not supposed to fall in love with because it’s inconvenient. My songs for Counting Crows are mature and generally don’t get a chance to reach kids. To be part of something like that is pretty cool.” – Adam Duritz via Billboard

[Verse 1] So, she said, "What's the problem, baby?" What's the problem? I don't know Well, maybe I'm in love (Love) Think about it Every time I think about it Can't stop thinking 'bout it How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it, 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love (Love) Makes me wanna turn around and face me But I don't know nothin' 'bout love, uh [Chorus] Come on, come on Turn a little faster Come on, come on The world will follow after Come on, come on Because everybody's after love [Verse 2] So I said, I'm a snowball runnin' Runnin' down into the spring that's comin' All this love meltin' under blue skies Belting out sunlight, shimmering love Well, baby, I surrender To this strawberry ice cream Never-ever-ender All this love Well, I didn't mean to do it But there's no escaping your love, oh [Bridge] These lines of lightnin' mean we're never alone Never alone No, no [Chorus] Come on, come on Move a little closer Come on, come on I wanna hear you whisper Come on, come on Settle down inside my love, ohh Come on, come on Jump a little higher Come on, come on If you feel a little lighter Come on, come on We were once upon a time in love [Post-Chorus] We're accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love [Refrain] I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally [Chorus] Come on, come on (Come on) Spin a little tighter Come on, come on (Come on) And the world's a little brighter Come on, come on (Come on) Just get yourself inside her love I'm in love

Demolition Lovers

Written By: Matt Pelissier, Mikey Way, Ray Toro & Gerard Way

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2002

The Demolition Lovers are the couple seen on the cover for MCR’s next album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. This song, along with much of the album, is a prequel to the story of Three Cheers… in which a man makes a deal with the devil to get his dead lover back by killing 1,000 evil men and giving the devil their souls in exchange for her. This song is most likely where the lover dies. The two “Demolition Lovers” are featured on the cover of the album.

[Verse 1] Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition, too" I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things We put each other through and [Verse 2] I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running [Chorus] But this time, I mean it I'll let you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold [Post-Chorus] Until the end, until this pool of blood Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold But this time, we'll show them We'll show them all how much we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every… [Interlude] All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] As lead rains will pass on through Our phantoms forever, forever Like scarecrows that fuel this flame We're burning forever and ever Know how much I want to show you You're the only one Like a bed of roses There's a dozen reasons in this gun [Outro] And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!

#polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round6 #counting crows #accidentally in love #my chemical romance #demolition lovers #Youtube

[chirpsythismorning]

Matt saying he doesn’t remember the last time he saw s2 and Ross just holding back laughing in the background…Like, be serious!

There were countless s2 parallels in s4. They literally did a whole immersive callback to The Snowball, yet somehow still managed to convince their entire audience s2 is practically not canon at this point, bc they “don’t remember the last time they saw season 2” and ‘forgot’ Will’s birthday (how convenient season 2 was heavily byler centric and also ended with a Mike monologue)…

The truth is, the Duffers secretly love that a majority of their audience is subtext deficient. It wouldn’t be fun if everyone knew everything that was to come. So it’s sort of convenient that a majority of their audience is homophobic as well, because the Duffers saying they overlooked past seasons (specifically a byler centric one) means none of the byler details in s4 have to mean anything, and so these fans can live in blissful ignorance and write off any and all evidence as reaching, for now.

Personally, I think season 1-5 being consistent as an overall story, connecting from beginning to end, has always been the Duffer Brothers #1 priority. They’ve mentioned repeatedly that they know how the show ends since after season 2 released, which means everything thats happened along the way was keeping the end in mind. This also means rewatching previous seasons is highly necessary, something they’ve always boasted about doing, up until recently….

This whole approach allows them to ignore all the byler evidence as well. Because, you would think that if all of it meant nothing, they would just come out and be like, “WOW that’s crazy! Sadly it’s all a coincidence, it means nothing”. But no, they’re absolute crickets about all of it. Because they know eventually they’ll come out in the end and be like, “Yeah, we weren’t very subtle were we…”

Like I dare someone to ask the Duffers what’s up with Mike and closets, bc I can guarantee you their reactions would give them away!!

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things spoilers #mike wheeler i know what you are #noah schnapp #finn wolfhard #stranger things theory #byler evidence #byler proof #duffer brothers

[princesssmars]

heyy!! i would like to request a dating sam giddings (until dawn) hc, or dating poly!sam and emilly (until dawn) hc

a love like this

sam x reader x emily headcanons

contains: fluff, some angst because until dawn (mentions of dissapearing and death)

a/n: my 2nd resquest and its also poly this is my brand and im not mad. trying to rush this on halloween night bc im sad i could release the sam x reader x mike in time :,) but enjoy this anyway and happy halloween everyone <333

you met emily and sam in elementary school; you were being bullied by some older kids until emily came up to them yelling and calling them jerks and other expletives while sam crouched near you and made sure you were okay.

when sam was putting one of her favotite duck bandaids on your knee and emily was smiling and winking at you while the teacher was scolding her, you knew in your heart these girls were special.

throughout the years you were as thick as thieves, not just with them but the whole group.

youd all go on adventures together and just enjoy each others company

but your favorite times were always when josh, beth, and hannah's parents let you all stay at the lodge.

the first time they left you all there unsupervised was when you were 15 and god did you have a blast.

there were numerous snowball fights and you always teamed up with sam

she was a more gentle person at heart but jeez could that girl throw.

after winning she would look at you with this bright smile on her face and hug you so tight it was almost like you couldnt breathe, and the funny feeling in your stomach didnt help.

emily invited you skiing with her and even personally taught you how, moving your arms and legs into the right positions and complimenting you when you did a run correctly. whenever she called you "amazing" or "the best skiier she's ever seen", that funny feeling from sam would return.

it was only late one night in your lodge room when you realized that you were in love with both of them.

you told jess about it and she started freaking out before seeing the worried look on your face, reassuring you that she and everyone else would support you, even saying she had the suspicion that they liked you as well.

but you had to admit that you were scared. you were all 17 and 18 and senior year was drawing to a close. after graduation you'd all be seperated to not very far but still different colleges and it scared you.

so, with pushing and prodding from jess and ash, you decided to tell them during the trip to celebrate graduation, with josh throwing a small party.

but a "little bit of liquid courage, ash" turned into you and josh on the couch plastered and asleep.

it wasnt until you felt someones hands shaking you that you woke up to see sams near delusional face asking you for help looking for beth and hannah in the woods.

things were never the same after that weekend.

after learning about the prank you were devastated. depsite your combined efforts you and even the authorities werent able to find the twins, almost like they vanished into thin air.

but you were also furious. you had a huge falling out with the ones who did the prank after you criticized them for what felt like hours.

you nearly got into a screaming match with jess after she told you that this was her idea to let hannah know to stay away from mike, who she then revealed was going out with emily.

your words paused, and when you looked over at em her eyes wouldnt meet yours.

you didnt talk much after that.

trying to forget what happened you threw yourself into your schoolwork, doing well in your classes and getting new hobbies and new friends. but late at night youd still think of the looks on emilys and sams face that night.

speaking of sam, you still kept in contact with her, (including josh, chris, ashley and matt), although it wasnt quite like before.

emily tried calling you but stopped after seeing you werent going to pick up anytime soon.

life was just...life.

until you got the invitation from josh to come up again and reconnect.

you had to admit that you missed your girls friends, so you packed your warm clothes, booked your tickets, and made your way back to blackood pines.

lets just say it was a rough night.

first you met back up with sam, going with her and chris on the lift and easily reconnecting. then you all met back in the house before an argument between jess and emily ensued, which then got your roped in when you tried to break it up.

wanting to talk more with emily, you went with her out into the snow to continue talking which led to you running for your lives from a damn monster, then learning that one of these monsters was actualy fucking hannah and what actually happened to her and beth a year ago...

when you felt your back hit the ground from the blast of the lodge exploding, all you could think was is this how im gonna go? without telling the loves of my life how i feel?

speak of the devils and they shall appear for you felt four hands rapidly propping you up, both of them talking over each other until you giggled to yourself and admitted your feelings.

"this better not be your probable concussion talking because i swear to god y/n-"

emilys words made you laugh and lean into her neck, feeling her tightly wrap her arms around you before sam joined in, admitting how they felt the same for you and had been wanting to confess for a while.

"wait, if you've liked us for years why did you date mike? i mean him? really"

"i just saved your ass, l/n. at least be a little grateful."

feeling blissful at you and your friends being together after surviving the worst night of your life, you barely notice as sam holds your head steady to look at her and make sure you didnt have an actual concussion as emily yells at the incoming paramedics to help you.

some things never change.

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so i realized midway through this that these arent really. couple headcanons. but i wrote this in 2 hours to make sure this gets published tonight so you guys dont starve. (no promises but i will most likely follow this up tommorow along with a list of my wip's.) thank yall for reading <333

#until dawn x reader #until dawn #sam giddings #sam giddings x reader #samantha giddings #emily davis #emily davis x reader #polyamory #sam x reader x emily

[joyfuladorable]

do u have any peni hcs? 👀

also i love ur peni content where she plays a more prominent role :)

Aww, thanks! I can get Very Attached to characters who I feel needed More from the Narrative, lol.

Now, for headcanons:

Since Peni works for Oscorp, she Absolutely milks the fact that they Need her to pilot SP//dr to get Things like rare snacks and merchandise and music and trinkets for Spider's terrarium

She was already kind of an Oddball while going to boarding school when her dad was out being SP//dr. The typical parent-influenced child cruelty towards kids with absent parents

She was transferred to a school closer to Oscorp and her Aunt and Uncle upon getting Bit, and she’s kinda known as the “kid with her head in the clouds” and “kid who definitely brings a spider with her to school but as long as her grades are good and it doesn’t bite anyone then whatevers”

There’s a bit of contradictory info in the comics about how secret her identity as SP//dr is, but for the movie-verse I imagine Oscorp tries to keep that info contained since she’d be vulnerable while at school but also More Importantly to avoid a Media Uproar about them having a Child fight deadly foes on the regular

As I’ve said, I’d want Peni and Addy to be Besties before the VE#m Incident. Maybe instead of the ill-timed approach during school that the comics had, Uncle Ben would’ve introduced Addy to Peni as a potential support/partner during missions. Peni would be kinda resistant at first like the comics cuz What Is She without SP//dr and now there’s someone who could potentially Replace Her???? But then maybe they’d bond over music and that’d snowball into friendship as Peni showed Addy the ropes concerning mech piloting and “it’s different since you’ll be bonding with just the AI but I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

The “new” SP//dr design was based off schematics Peni unearthed after being in a bit of a Fugue State post-VE#m Incident. Maybe they were files her father had hidden away.

It's Awkward when Peni starts living with Ben and May. Peni was probably already a bit self-sufficient from living at boarding school, and Ben and May are scientists first, guardians second. That changes, softens, when time passes. I think by the time the VE#m Incident happened, maybe Peni was beginning to see them more like parents

It's kinda curious that Ben wasn't a genetic match for SP//dr. Maybe Peni's dad and him aren't blood-related??

In the comics, Daredevil is sorta like Peni's mentor? Would love to see him in the movie-verse, too, as like a mentor/dorky uncle who keeps giving her stickers with weird/funky imagery cuz he can't see them and thinks it's funny to surprise the both of them upon gifting like "here, kid." "...Uncle Matt, this is a sticker sheet of gold stars saying 'you tried.'" "Oh, huh, well, you're welcome." (She sticks one of these on him when he isn't paying attention)

And ohhhh MAN, I know we didn't see him in ATSV, but there's a Kamen Rider/Super Sentai-inspired Spidey who pilots a huge zord called Leopardon and he and all the other mech/robo Spideys are like a Squad in the comics. Would love to see him and Peni bonding over mechanics!!

Peni Definitely had a hand in building/improving the Go Home Machine with Margo

Something someone said to me on Twitter because of my Trust comic is that Spider probably hangs out with other Spideys while Peni is hyperfocused on her work. And I was like YES she Absolutely has to basically play hide n seek with Spider and go to all her friends to see which one has him

Spider likes being spun around like a yo-yo and has a Lot of fun hanging with Pavitr. Spider has a specific reason for liking each of the Squad, actually, and will go to them depending on his Mood

Spider is Highly Intelligent and can pilot SP//dr independently to help Peni with tasks (in the Spider-Verse Unlimited webcomic he helps Peni with her hardwiring homework)

Peni and Spider's psychic connection happens with feelings instead of words. In the suit, those feelings tend to synch so they're of one mind. With the other Spideys, Spider usually communicates with a Lot of gestures and hopping but will resort to Charlotte's Web and weave words if he needs to

Back to my mention of Spider with a Terrarium. He has multiple: one at Peni's house, one at Oscorp, and one at the Spider Society. None of them follow a specific aesthetic, just whatever Spider and Peni like at any given moment

Peni keeps a container of live insects on her person at all times for Spider. She has absolutely almost opened the container on multiple occasions forgetting it's not one of Her Snacks

In the spirit of Peni's heinous ability to chew bubblegum and eat chips at the same time, she Loves eating things with strong flavors and weird textures

One time she spent a Whole Week grinding levels for an MMO with her tech bud, Margo, and they celebrated their raid boss victory by turning the Go Home room into a massive blanket fort where they were found fast asleep in a pile of pillows surrounded by snacks (oh, shit, I should draw that hold on I'm adding it to my list, lol)

And to close on a somber note, Peni has a small shrine at home for her father, her aunt, and Addy. She always takes a moment with it before leaving the house.

And nooow, here’s some Actual Canon things in the Movie-verse I noticed after watching ITSV Everyday for a Week:

Her psychic link with Spider and SP//dr means she Feels when the mech gets Rough Up

Her eyes glowed red when Spider bit her and I imagine they just Do That whenever she focuses on their Bond

The SP//dr mech probably had its own sentience/AI since it emoted without either of its pilots inside. Remnant of her father, maybe?

Okay also speaking of her father, since he Built that suit that means he was probably a Huge Dork for designing the outer panel to emote like that (or Peni programmed it that way but it’s cuter to think her dad did it, lol)

Also, either her dad was a Small Guy or the pilot’s chair was adjusted to fit Peni after she took over, which MMM means it has to get adjusted every time Peni grows like that’s not a particularly efficient design choice??? Or maybe the hull can just adjust itself depending on the pilot, lol

SP//dr’s joints are Magnetized, which gives it a pretty broad range of movement

Peni was trained in some sort of martial arts, which makes sense if she ever needs to fight while outside the suit and gives SP//dr more versatility during combat if it’s in-built weapons aren’t viable

At the very least, Peni is Bilingual. Her New York probably has a majority mix of English and Japanese speakers

She embossed the Goober with a Spidey Insignia, which she either made on the side while working on the Goober or her universe just Has That, lol. Maybe it’s the insignia they use in Oscorp to label SP//dr-related things

She knew where Aunt May's house was in Miles' universe, so she canonically lives in Queens, too. I wonder if she tried going to Oscorp at all?

Heelies heelies she has Heelies which is so freaking Adorable!!

Wow, this is a lot more than I thought I'd write, lol! Hope you enjoyed! ^w^

#spiderverse #peni parker #sp//dr #itsv #atsv #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #sea rambles #started this thinking oh I'll only say a few things #i was wrong lol #also decided to add some movie canon cuz there's Definitely some misinformation going around about Peni #kid is Japanese-American and Doesn't live in Tokyo lmao #please see past all the anime-aesthetics she is an OG Gerard Way Creation #other characters that i feel deserved more include: Laika from Dames and Dragons Rise Casey Jones Sr Kairi Kingdom Hearts #and More LOL #a lot of them girls cuz UHHHHHH the media I like for some reason does a disservice to their female characters *glares fully at KH*

[the-heaminator]

Winter prompt 1 anything with Canada not needing the coat!

what do you mean you 'don't need a coat'???"

I need more putting Jack in the cold and watching him suffer while Matthew is in his natural fucking habitat, its platonic if you don't mind.

It was snowing outside, and a pretty type of flurries, it had already packed onto the ground beforehand, so it was a bit of a difficulty to get out of the house because of the snow, Matthew was just outside in a sweater while Jack looked like he had just come out of Antarctica, not Canada, to him both would have felt the same.

“What do you mean you don’t need a coat? It's colder than a witches tit out here!” Matthew could have laughed at him, oh you sweet summer child, it was only like -5 degrees

“Jack, I think you are just a lizard, nobody else is that cold, fuck, even Arthur isn’t cold and he is built like a damp matchstick.”

“I ain’t no lizard, just cold.”

Jack was, no shit, wrapped up in two jumpers and a jacket, and a hat, to save those sticking out ears of his, one of the jumpers was his, the other he had nicked off Matt, everyone loved stealing his jumpers ‘cause they were by far the most comfortable, and the biggest, Matthew was a big dude, tall and wide, man ate well and it showed, maybe that was why he wasn’t cold. The hat Arthur made, honestly he was fiddly little man and it came out in the way that he crocheted like a madman, that was useful right now, because his ears were so cold.

Didn’t help that December in Australia was the hottest part of the year, at this time he was usually slightly moist on a beach trying not to overheat, not trying not to freeze in the bloody Canadian winter, he wanted to hibernate, a very odd thing for him to do considering he had about as much energy as the sun, but even the sun was hiding today, behind steely grey clouds, and the air was cold, so very cold, it hurt to breathe man, he should have worn that bloody scarf.

He was a surly little thing when it was cold, he always had been, the dampness of England used to get to him like it used to get to books, making him damp and limp and sad, he disliked it severely, this was a drier cold, but it was also a much colder cold, and instead of being damp and limp, now he was cold and frozen and a bit frostbitten. Matthew was vibing, Arthur was bundled up but was moving around like a midget with a mission, the smaller you were, the more heat you lost, so logistically he should have lost the most heat.

But there was also the fact that he was a cold little bastard to begin with, he didn’t produce his own heat anyways, if anyone was a lizard it was him. Bullshit, but even he seemed just fine, Matthew was still literally just wearing a jumper, Alfred was wearing a jumper and gloves because while he was an idiot, he did like having his fingers intact, Matthew seemed not to care, his fingers would regret this, to Jack at least they most certainly would.

Alisdair, much like Arthur, was also wrapped up warm, but nothing like Jack, both were just about wearing a jumper and a coat, Alisdair was wearing wellies, a name that Matthew and Alfred found immensely funny, Jack called them gummies when he wanted to, so did Eli, but fucking rain boots was just boring, though admittedly if said in a rush or with an accent wellies very much morphed to someone saying willy, which was always funny to hear.

Anyways. Jack was cold. Matthew was seemingly immune to the cold, and he got hit in the face with a fucking snowball.

Matthew wasn’t wearing gloves how hadn’t his fingers frozen what the fuck, Jack would have been more agile had he not sort of dug himself a few inches into the snow by his incapability to stay still, and what happened was that he got a faceful of snow, fell down, and then got filled with the unimaginable rage of 20 suns and started chasing after Matt, then Matthew knew he was fucked, Jack was so much faster than him, Matthew used to be a hell fo a lot more agile but he had put on a whole lot of weight in the past couple decades and was no longer as agile as he could be.

Also regardless of how agile you were you could not outrun Jack on a fucking mission, and with some difficulty and a lot of slipping and sliding he managed to get his frigid ass to Matt and knock him over, he got a face, and a body, full of snow.

Alfred, not being one to let a chance to be a fucking dumbass go untaken  decided to get involved, and dumped a whole armful of snow on the both of them. The enemy of my enemy is my friend so Matt and Jack had a momentary truce as they went after Alfred. Boys will be Boys despite them being a couple hundred years old.

Arthur and Alisdair were standing a bit off from this whole farce, both chainsmoked like a chimney, and they were doing just that, don't ask me how they managed to light them because I genuinely do not have a clue, regardless of how frozen their joints were at the moment, the compulsion to join them was so goddamn strong.

They were civilised but only barely and very few can resist the urge to throw a snowball at a sibling, and those two were no exception.

"CATCH THIS YOU FUCKING CUNT."

Alisdair got a mouthful of questionable snow.

Arthur was faster than Alisdair but Alisdair had longer legs so this could be anyones guess, everyone was dogpilling snow on Jack and he was pretending to die. Alisdair had flipped Arthur till he was on the snowy ground, winded since he slammed him into it, and then started putting snow down his shirt.

The other 3 were watching because holy shit that was so fucking evil, and then they got back to covering Jack in snow.

He groaned and started to read his will. Not that he had a will. Being functionally immortal and all. But he did. And very dramatically so.

He was loud naturally, and Eleanor could record what he was saying from inside, all cozy and warm, recording them being fucking idiots, watching Arthur and Alisdair was interesting tik because there there may have been malicious intent.

"And I hereby relinquish my house to the lizards~" and then he mock died, went all rigid in a way that didn't happen until rigor mortis set in, and even from a distance she could see him still breathing.

Matthew and Alfred tried to look solemn, and both were failing severely, they lifted Jack on their shoulders like they would carry a corpse on a stretcher, Jack was taller than Alfred but shorter than Matthew, and Matt had 4 inches of height on Alfred's 5'11, so Jack was a bit crooked held.

He didn't move until they had gotten his wet clothes off him and swaddled him in blankets like a baby. Arthur had kicked Alisdair in the chest and bolted so he could get the bloody snow out of his chest ahhhhh he was so cold, he weighed all of 110 pounds and really did not have the insulation to stay warm, after a quick check in on Jack, who looked ready to pass away, he decided that now would be a good time to hog the radiator.

Eli was the only one who wasn't at least a  bit cold, Matthew was minimally cold, bloody polar bear of a man as he was, Alfred was cold enough that he had also decided that the radiator was a good idea but got scared away from the one Arthur was on because he hissed at him and he did not want to deal with that at the moment.

Alisdair had also buried himself in blankets after getting out of his wet clothes, since he got far less snow on him he was a lot faster to warm up and he could produce his own heat, unlike Arthur.

Eli was completely warm and dry, she was the one who was the beholder of brain cells today and decided not to go outside, and smack Matthew over the head for leaving the door open for a couple milliseconds, she was cold dammit.

Seeing Jack shiver in a pile of blankets was an experience in it's own, and decided, as is her way, to pretend to be a natural geographic producer.

"Here we see one of the different subspecies of Kirkland, this subspecies lacks the ability to thrive in cold climates, and had lowered his defences, and does the distress call of a far younger specimen." That distress call being asking anyone who would listen for tea, strong and sweet and most importantly, scalding fucking hot.

Arthur had unwrapped himself from the radiator and had absorbed enough heat to function and stop his muscles being too stiff to move, he also needed tea to function.

"Oi, who wants tea?"

Everyone but Alfred immediately said yes, who then said yes afterwards because well, it couldn't hurt, and it would make him a bit warmer.

Eli continued "As is custom for these creatures, the distress call of a juvenile causes the coddling by much older members, and one of the most notable comforts that they provide, is a mixture of various herbs and leaves, steeped in hot water, with milk and sugar, almost all subspecies have a fondness for this, save for one," she was referring to Alfred "Who, while not as fond if it as the rest, will still not reject it if given to them."

She watched and recorded the various sighs of contentment as warm tea got into them from various people she was recording all of this "As you can see, this mixture creates the release of dopamine in these creatures stronger than most, myself included." Arthur was fussing over her as much as his pride would let her, and practically forced a mug of tea into her hands.

"And with that, I shall leave, we will be back tomorrow to see what happens when you underfeed some of them." She was only saying that because she noticed that neither Alfred nor Matt had eaten in a while, a while as in a good 14-16 hours, that was fine for the oldest of the species, they were used to a whole lot less, but not feeding Alfred and Matthew made them so incorrigibly grumpy that it was funny.

#Hws canada #hws australia #Hws England #hws scotland #Hws new Zealand #The heam writes #Hetalia

[incandescent-creativity]

74, 76, 93, and 105 (for SOLE)

74.  Are any of your characters associated with flowers?

Not for the SOLE Project. The only flower association I have for an OC is Nora with pink hibiscus flowers!

76: Would your character like to live on a farm and raise sheep?

I think Hallie from The SOLE Project would love that. She's a big fan of soft textures like wool, and her ADHD means that she would take to the repetitive fidgety motion of spinning yarn and/or knitting (crocheting? I don't know how sweaters are made) very well.

93. Do you have any characters that are stuffed animals? Or characters who have them?

Most of the SOLE kids never had a true childhood. And even though Beth did, Dr. Agau would never have given her a stuffed animal. The only attachment she wanted Beth to form was to her.

I think every one of the SOLE Gang would love to have stuffed animals, I've just never thought of it. Maybe I'll have to include them somewhere in Book 2.

105. Favorite winter activity?

Idk how many winter activities there are but I enjoy imagining the SOLE Gang having a snowball fight. Beth would almost instantly with her ability to form snowballs and fly them through the air to hit her friends. After that, they'd have another one, insisting that Beth sit on the sidelines as a judge and to form snowballs on the ground for them to use. Given how overpowered she is, she can't argue too much.

Hallie is the hardest to hit, Matt throws the hardest, Hans uses his wings as a shield, and Christian tries to shoot jets of flame to melt snowballs before they hit him.

Dr. Agau stays inside and works. Michael stares out the window longingly but listens to his mother.

Beyond that, I think Matt would love hockey, Hallie would love sledding, and Hans would enjoy snowboarding. Beth would prefer to ski over snowboard, and Christian enjoys baking as he always does.

#incandescently answered #anonymous #the sole gang

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Thirteen things I noted about CR2E114 “An Open Window” :

I'm so mad this episode was not called “How to get away with murder”

HALLOWEEN !! Everyone is dressed as their favorite NPCs from this campaign. Got to say, Matt as Artagan is so cool, but what takes my heart is Ashley as Henry Crabgrass, what takes my breath is Laura as the Gentleman (those cheekbones !!), and what takes my brain is Marisha as Celia with the "CENSORED" golden-dick-in-the-hand. I laughed so much !! But really, they were all amazing, Liam looked great, Travis and Sam were having fun and were probably a little too hot.

The design of the wheelchair for Dagen Underthorn intrigues me very much !!

Awww, the revelation (even if there were clues before) that Caduceus doesn't feel attraction and is - I think - ace, is heartwarming. Yasha and Veth tried to get him a date with the meat lady, but he didn't want that, he wanted to buy some vegetables. Hear, hear.

Yeah, the Mighty Nein would be the group doing a snowball fight while being in an isolated post full of guards and shady people like the Wall in Game of Thrones.

Veth, about Lady Vess DeRogna : "First she tortures my husband ! And now she doesn't cover dinner ! That's two strikes. One more, and I'm going off on the bitch !!"

Love that the Mighty Nein saw Lucien : in a warm room, stealing some stuff, saying that he got back what 'she' stole... and didn't think immediately to check on Vess !!!!!

Jester, about Molly/Lucien : "His accent was way stronger than it used to be !" The look on Taliesin's face is EVERYTHING.

I really love them, what disasters. They're focused on what Lucien said, not what he was doing, or where ! And since they do that, they don't want to ask Vess what "To alpha and alpha" means, because they don't trust her.

THEY WENT TO BED, CALEB AND VETH HAD TIME FOR A CONVERSATION, THEY GOT BREAKFAST, YASHA GAVE HER POEM TO BEAU, BEFORE THEY REALIZED MAYBE THEY SHOULD CHECK ON VESS !!

oh yeah the bitch is deaaaaaad

Ok ok ok for all that I laughed so hard, the Mighty Nein are weirdly competent at one thing : LYING !! The ideas of pretending that Vess DeRogna is still alive, but sick, and that she'll rejoin them later ; and the forgery of the letter ; the body stored in the Amber vault ; and the bloody remnants to be throw in the lava river ! Man, they're efficient when it comes to covering their fuck-ups.

Caduceus : "Can't solve all of our problems by throwing them into the fire river." Jester : "Yes, you can, Caduceus !!!"

Hahahaha, not them realizing that they won't get paid because the bitch is dead !! Also now they have to pay Dagen ! They will be broke at the end of the campaign.

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E114

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Holiday Hot Chocolate (Fic Part 170. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/'Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

When the snowball fight ends, Delilah and Lita go to check on Matt and Jeff while Kirby walks up to Helms, "you sure showed him, mon amour… would you like some hot chocolate?"

"Yes please."

"Shannon, if you get up now I'll make you hot chocolate." She murmurs, nudging his leg with her boot.

"Just put it in a bag and IV me." He groans, facedown in the snow.

"I don't have any IV bags or needles in the house, mon petit jouet, I can't do as you request."

"Then just dump it on me. Or drag me inside and give me a funnel."

"Shane, you can pick him up, right?"

"Yup. Here we go, pathetic little loser." He coos teasingly as he picks Shannon up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Kirby leads the boys back inside and into the kitchen, making them both hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, "I do hope you two enjoyed that, because you look all cute and pink from the cold." She murmurs as she places their drinks in front of them.

"Loved it." Helms smiles, setting Shannon down in the chair beside him.

"Pink suits you, mon mari."

"You think? Maybe I'm a long-lost Hart sibling."

"Given how many Hart siblings there are, I would not be surprised."

"It'd make sense…" he murmurs contemplatively.

"That would be a mega… thing? In wrestling, a combination of Hart and Roussimoff, wouldn't it?"

"The two royalties."

"French and Canadian, oh wait, that's already a thing." Kirby whispers to herself.

"Oui oui." He laughs.

Kirby instantly gives Helms the look of 'don't'.

"Sorry. I'll keep my French to sexy times and not jokes."

"Thank you, mon mari, I don't need the reminder that I am dumb."

"Dumb? Honey, you're not dumb."

"I love you." Kirby murmurs as she snuggles up to Helms from behind, kissing his neck softly.

"I love you too. So damn much."

"Sexy husband, baby daddy."

"Sexier mama."

"Can you two stop being adorable for two minutes?" Shannon groans.

"Sorry, no can do."

"I do apologise, Shannon." Kirby murmurs, blushing bright red.

"I don't. I'll never apologize for loving you as loudly as possible."

"I'm gonna sleep in your bed." Shannon murmurs.

"You can try… it's not exactly, what's the word for it, Shane?"

"Disassembled."

"What did you do?"

"Uhm, sex? Sex and the bed was old."

"The bed was next door to ancient."

"That feels like you're calling me old." Kirby sulks.

"A bed is ready for retirement past ten years. So they age eight times as fast as us, give or take, which means it was about one-hundred-and-twenty in bed years, if my dates are right."

"Still makes me feel old."

"You're not old."

"I'm older than you, I'm in my thirties… I'm old."

"You've got what, three years on me? That's nothing."

"Four years and like five or six months."

"Still nothing."

"Gosh, imagine if we met four years ago."

"It would be crazy."

"I would have been pregnant and married before I turned thirty." Kirby murmurs, lost in thought.

"I would have been a dad before twenty-five."

"Me and you, mon mari, no matter what happens, I love you… and I'm gonna go sleep in the blanket fort."

"I love you too. I'll be there soon."

Kirby kisses his forehead before she walks back to the blanket fort. He watches her leave, deep love in his eyes.

"Dude, you are so much in love with her." Shannon teases.

"Is it that obvious?" He murmurs.

"It's like she's the sun and you're trying to make yourself blind."

"Kinda feels that way."

"You wanna stare at her all the time, does she know how deeply you love her?"

"I hope so. I never try to hide it."

"If you love her so much what are you doing just standing here?"

"Giving her a bit of a social breather."

"Why, she seemed fine to me."

"Being around a lot of people for a while can get overwhelming, so I'm just giving her a few minutes."

"Oh, so like her dad, she's a little more reclusive?"

"A little. But sometimes she's just shy."

"Do you reckon she was a shy kid, like she would hide behind André or somethin'."

"Almost definitely."

"Tiny baby Kirby, hiding behind her… what's the thing she calls André?"

"Papa."

"Aww, baby Kirby hiding behind her big strong Papa… you would have had no chance to even say hi if he was the overprotective sort."

"Yeah, I would have been held back with a ten-foot pole."

"Could you imagine if she ended up with Shane McMahon instead, having his kids inside her womb and not yours?" Shannon teases.

Helms shivers slightly, "Ick. I can't imagine that. Can't imagine anyone having her like that…"

"Does it make you uncomfortable, thinking of your pretty wife with another man? If I make you think about her with Kane, or maybe Undertaker, do you get uneasy?"

"Uneasy, sorta. Nervous, far more so…" He sighs.

"What about if she ended up with Flair, just another pretty, young lady on the arm of the Nature boy, or perhaps with Scott Hall, the immigrant princess and the bad boy who would fake being Cuban just to be popular?"

"In all fairness to Scott, he's doing a bit and isn't the only one to fake an accent. I mean, half the Russians in the company are from Ohio or Montreal, but that isn't the point. I'm terrified someday that she'll have the same line of thought you're having. She'll start thinking of a long line of better men."

"I ain't thinking of better men, I'm trying to make you jealous so I can see what happens… ooh, what if she had ended up with Matt or Jeff?"

"Jealousy comes a long way after self-doubt. And I've got that in spades tonight."

"Why?" Shannon asks gently.

"I feel like I'm fucking up as a dad and husband."

"And why's that?"

"She's hurting all the time. Lilith only hurts her worse. She's self-conscious, and no matter what I do, it doesn't feel like it's doing any good. I'm working my ass off in the gym downstairs while she sleeps to stay able to carry her. And then when I do get into bed, I stay up for hours worrying about what everything is gonna be like when the baby gets here. And what if she's got acromegaly too? She's gonna be hurting as much as her mom and I won't be able to do a damn thing to stop it. On top of all that, I keep worrying that the hormones will get her angry enough at me that she'll start dreaming of herself sleeping beside a different guy. Hell, patches of my beard are already going gray over it."

"Shane, calm down, getting in your own head like this is only going to make you stress more, and Kirby's super aware of how much you stress about everything. Lilith is going to be fine as is Kirby. You need to stop stressing about every little detail and take things day by day right now, alright?"

"I'm trying to, man. But it's my job to take care of them. More than once this pregnancy, she's tried to leave to go… hurt herself in some way…"

"Shane, listen to me, the only person who is hurting themselves constantly right now is you, the more you stress, you put on your heart, the more you do that, the less likely you are to be around to see Lilith get married, or have kids herself, or graduate from high school, or college or university… I don't want to be the person who has to tell you this, but this is Kirby's first pregnancy, she's hyper aware of everything going on with her body, every little movement Lilith is doing inside her womb, Kirby is thanking the universe for letting her get pregnant in the first place… this pregnancy isn't normal, because news flash, Buddy Boy, your wife is a giantess, she ain't normal, the baby is a miracle and you are stressing yourself to the point of a potential heart attack in your thirties over a miracle child. Kirby is scared, that's why she freaks out so much over everything, she hides it as much as possible, but deep down, she's terrified of losing both you and her baby, the more afraid she is, the harder the toll is on her body, and that little miracle may be premature, she may not even get here if you two keep hiding how you feel from each other because you're scared of what her reaction will be, and she's terrified of making you stress more."

"So what you're saying is I should shut up, stop stressing, enjoy life and just help my wife stay comfortable and calm?"

"Yes, stop stressing over everything, Kirby's been self sufficient since she was young, like you, she knows how to care for herself. You need to tell her that you are as afraid as she is but it's going to be okay, and for the love of God, Shane, just take it slow for a week and have fun. It's Christmas, after this you have New Years, then it's Kirby's birthday. Three major celebrations that you should enjoy, okay. Would you like a hug, friend to friend?" Shannon offers gently.

"Brother to brother?" He requests softly.

"Bring it in, big brother." Shannon murmurs as he pulls Helms into a tight hug.

Helms squeezes him hard, burying his face into Shannon's shoulder to quell the stress that's been plaguing him for weeks.

"It's okay, Shane, men are allowed to cry, ya know."

"Can't. Not here…" he mumbles.

"Why not here, this is your home, you should be able to cry at home."

"Not in the kitchen. Not with others around."

"You want to go snuggle with Kirby and let your emotions out around her, so she can soothe you?" Shannon asks quietly.

"Hate crying around her too… I don't want her to feel like she has to take care of me…"

"Shane, you gotta let your emotions out eventually, it's not good keeping everything bottled up, trust me, mon ange, I know what it's like." Kirby whispers from the doorway, not wanting to approach just yet.

He turns to look at her, smiling weakly, "Hey sweetheart."

"Bonjour, mon mari, allons nous détendre, allons-nous?" She asks gently, pulling Helms into a gentle hug and stroking his hair.

"That sounds nice. Night, Shannon."

"Night, brother, take it easy on him, Kirby."

"Good night, Shannon, I'm gonna go snuggle with Shane, wake me if there's an emergency. Shane needs to stop stressing, so don't wake him."

It isn't until they make it back to the fort that Helms speaks up, "How much did you hear?" He murmurs.

"Not a lot, I heard Shannon yell 'News Flash' and got worried that he was yelling at you, it wasn't until the murmurs fell almost silent that I actually attempted to listen in… I basically just heard the end of the conversation before stepping in."

"I'm not in trouble with him. Just been a dumbass for a while."

"I noticed the patches in your beard, mon mari, you don't need to stress so much, you stressing out makes me more afraid that I'm going to lose you, and then I get all spooked and then Lilith kicks me because she can tell something is wrong and then I'm scared that I'll lose her because my body is constantly in flight or fight mode."

"I just… I wanna be good. I wanna be a good husband for you, a good father for her, a good wrestler to support you both and a good man to find the balance between all of it. But I'm not good all the time. Sometimes not at all. Then it eats at me and I'll lose sleep." He sighs, resting his forehead against her collarbone.

"You don't need to be perfect, you need to be able to enjoy the moment, you need to rest and you should be able to laugh once in a while and smile, and you need to be alive when Lilith is born. You need to enjoy the time you get with our daughter, and you should be here when she grows up, do what my father never got the chance to and walk your baby girl down the aisle when, or if, Lilith gets married."

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

[undiscovered-horizon]

"A snack or a bandaid" - Matt Murdock x Reader

SUMMARY: [inspired by the rooftop scene in 2x10] Matt has an odd liking towards martyrdom and eremitism. When he tells you he has to let go of everyone, you promise him that your window will always be open in case he needs anything. One night he takes on that promise.

The night was cold, crisp wind tugged at your clothes. Sirens were going off somewhere far away. It felt as if all plagues of Hell's Kitchen decided to fall on its citizens on that very night: Frank Castle, Wilson Fisk and, surprisingly, undead Nobu. Looking at Matt's face, you could tell the snowballing calamities were taking their toll on him and still that was maybe half of his problems. He was sitting on some metal box which usage was greatly unknown and held his mask in both his hands, appearing more nervous than he normally does. And it wasn't surprising, not considering what he had just told you and the fact that you took a while to answer.

”You’re breaking my heart, Matt," you said quietly. He knew that. "But if that’s what will make you happy, I’m okay with it.” All the love he ever had for your compassion turned quickly into hate: Matt was livid that you remained gentle even at that moment. In some way, that contempt was directed at himself for hurting someone who deserved so much better. How does a murderer feel when their victim forgives them before they die?

”It won’t make me happy," his voice was angry, partially because of you - for ever entertaining the thought that he would want to leave you, and yet: "Being away from Karen, from Foggy, from you… I have to do this to keep you safe. Law, friends, it's all distractions from protecting my city."

At that moment, Matt remembered when you told him once that 'carrying the world is overrated' and how quick he was to disagree with you. Perhaps, that has made all the difference.

”If you ever need anything, even a bandaid or a snack, I’ll leave the window open." He could sense your salty tears from miles away like a picky kid knows their most hated ingredient is in the food by the sole smell of it. "God, I sound pathetic, don’t I?” You tilted your head upwards, looking at the night sky, to prevent your tears from falling.

"You’re not pathetic, (Y/N)." Matt barely recognized the softness in his voice. It burned him to be so close and yet so far from you but he knew it was for the better. No matter how distant he seemed, his only wish was to hold you again. "You're just in love.”

For a moment, the silence felt at home between you yet again. He made it sound so simple, so mundane: just in love as if devotion was but a whim born out of boredom and fantasy running wild.

"Does it ever get easier? Letting go?” you asked.

At that moment he remembered Elektra and how his young heart broke when she left without a word.

”No but you learn to go on.” But he doubted his life expectancy was long enough to ever get over you.

In some way, Matt was grateful that he couldn't see your tear-stained face. Only God knew what madness would such heart-wrenching sight bring out of him.

”You know, Matt, I think you might be right.” Your voice was quiet, shaky.

”About what?”

”Maybe I am in love.” It was a reflex that his hand raised to wipe away your tears but Matt stopped himself for some unknown reason. After what he had said, it felt wrong, cruel, to show you such intimacy. "Right now, I really don't like you, Matt. But I still love you and understand you." You had an adorable habit of kissing him on the cheek each time you leave and right now, having you simply walk away from him, the night suddenly felt a lot colder than before.

Matt couldn't tell if his heart ever hurt more. He wanted to scream and punch this grief out of his guts but no words or swings ever left him: he simply sat there, listening to you descending the stairs and getting on the elevator.

Doing it felt, in a way, silly to you and anyone who would've seen you at that moment would think so too. With a window wide open, inviting the noise of New York inside, you hitched a packet of M&M's and a small package with medical dressing to the external windowsill with a clothes peg. It was similar to how people leave birdseed outside their windows to watch birds: it wasn't important that they eat it, it was important that they show up. And with you and Matt it was exactly the same. If he takes it, that means he's alive and well. Considering his wish to cut all ties with the more mundane side of his life, it was probably the best (if not only) kind of closure you could get.

A police siren went off in the distance and for a moment you thought to yourself whether Matt had something to do with it. And if not, maybe he was hearing it too and the two of you were, for a few seconds, connected again, although in the most lonely of ways.

Days passed by with you looking out the window first thing in the morning. Did he take it? And every time you saw the modest "offering" to the borough's hero was still hitched to your windowsill, you felt a little worse. Not only because you began to think something happened to him but that he took his own words to heart: he really did erase you from his life. Maybe you were childishly naive to believe he would ever check up on you. He did, after all, call you indirectly a distraction.

One morning, maybe five days after you've last seen Matt, your heart stopped for a second - it was gone. The clothes peg was still on the windowsill but dressing and candy were gone. So unless raccoons learned to fly or pigeons use clothes pegs, Matt visited your window last night. And that meant he was at least alive and well enough to make the trip. But then you felt a sudden wave of anger directed at yourself - what if you had stayed up last night? Ever for an hour or two longer? Would you have seen even a hem of his suit? It would have been enough to calm your insatiable longing.

Matt is alright, you thought to yourself as you looked for another packed snack in your kitchen, My Matt is alright.

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[the-punslinger]

Critical Role Quotes and Memorable Moments - Campaign 2 (83/?)

Matt: “[The Tomb Takers are] a little ways off to the western side.” Fjord: “High ground, below us. Lots of snow on this cliff face.” Marisha: “Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes. Let's Mulan them.” Matt: “You hear this explosion. And you guys watch as something gets thrown.” Marisha: “They're Mulan-ing us!” Sam: “They're Mulan-ing us?!”

Sam: “What evidence did you see, Essek?” Essek: "'Similar symbols.' And you see he rolls his fingers and you see the-- He sends a very simple Minor Illusion of the dodecahedron, the beacon." Sam: “Counterspell.”

Essek: “This is good cocoa, thank you.” Fjord: “It’s poisoned.” Jester: “I sprinkled the dust of deliciousness into that.” Veth: “And I put sovereign glue in it.” Caduceus: “And absinthe. And yogurt.”

Laura: “I got a fuckton of chuckle dust and oops-stones though.” Matt: “Hell yeah. Look out Lucien!”

Fjord: “Maybe some of us should stay while the others go.” Veth: “Shut your fucking mouth, that's stupid.”

Jester: “Just get something from here so we have something from here [to return to Eiselcross]” Caleb: "Bring him some snowballs." Jester: "Yeah, yeah." Veth: "They might melt." Caleb: "They will melt." Jester: "Yeah, but not instantly." Veth: "Fjord, could you make a snowball last a little bit longer?" Fjord: "I don't think so, unfortunately." Veth: "You melted 30 feet of snow, you can't make a snowball fucking last an hour? Jesus." Matt: "What use are you?” Fjord: "I'm not sure. […] I could add some snow to it. It wouldn't last longer." Veth: “No, it's fine, it's fine. I'll do it with my cantrip, Shape Water. It’s the easiest fucking spell I know. I can make a snowball and make it last an hour. Fuck you." Travis: “I thought we were really taking strides in this relationship.” Laura: “The most one-sided argument.”

Fjord: “Caduceus, you have an eye that's appeared on your cheek.” Caduceus: “Really? “ Fjord: “No.” Veth: “It's the letter I.” Beau: “Oh, sorry, that was some ink. I got excited.” Fjord: “You're perfect without it.” Caduceus: “I'm going to remember you said that. It's going to come back to haunt you one day. You will not expect it. I have siblings. I know how to get my revenge when I need to.” Travis: “Is that a threat from Caduceus?” Taliesin: “Oh yeah.” Beau: “He said 'shit' earlier.” Sam: “Whoa!” Fjord: “He did. It's taking a toll.” Beau: “I know. He's been with us for too long. “ Jester: “You said 'shit' earlier?” Fjord: “You gave me this brooch. You would never damage this brooch.” Caduceus: “No, the brooch will be fine. I love you like family.” Fjord: “Oh, that's not comforting.” Caduceus: “You're in such trouble.”

Laura [laughing at Sam out of the blue]: “Your mustache!” Sam: “I love it when a woman I respect just laughs at me for no reason.”

#critical role #campaign 2 #epi124

[dont-call-me-baby-posts]

Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Chapter 11

Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Master List

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.

Alternatively: The one where Harry is in love and you go to a karaoke bar.

A/N: Chapter 11 let's fuckin goooooo! Let me know what you guys think! 

Inspo for Christian’s song in this chapter is “Looking Out for You” by Joy Again.

Chapter 11

August 2019

Summer was in full swing, beating her fists down onto you without remorse. Summer was her hottest, bitchiest self this year, making LA feel even stuffier than it usually did. She had snuck up on you, turning Spring away before you even had the chance to notice. Most of the summer so far had been taken up with movie nights, visits from Layla, and debating with Bethany. The album had been pushed back to the fall or winter, you having won that battle in the end. You insisted that nothing you made right now would be worth putting out, and that it was more beneficial for everyone that you took some time away. Bethany strongly disagreed, telling you it was a mistake to stop now when you had so much momentum. You weren’t willing to compromise, though, for once in your life. All of the drama from the past few months aside, you had more than enough reason to want some time off after over a year of working nonstop. Things had happened so quickly for you, Bethany finally admitted, it was reasonable for you to be struggling to keep up. You were overworked and had never had even a moment to just sit back and enjoy how far you’d come.

Even though it had been almost 4 months since it had happened, you could still remember that morning after Harry had kissed you like it was yesterday. Your shirt smelled like him the next day, your bodies having spent the night pressed chest to chest on the living room floor. Once he left, you did as Logan commanded and had a long chat with Bethany about Christian and the statement and what you thought was the best move. It didn’t take long for that conversation to snowball, turning into all of the things that you hated about LA and fame and your record label. And Harry.

“I have to leave LA.” You told her. She hummed thoughtfully.

“Well, I can talk to the label and tell them to move your schedule around. We have that interview tomorrow at 10, but I’m sure we can postpone.”

You tried to interrupt, to tell her that she misunderstood you, but she was talking a mile a minute as always and you struggled to get a word in edgewise.

“We can free up the weekend, for sure. Or at least Saturday.” She continued. “Oh, you know what you should do? You should take a day and visit those friends of yours… you know… Lexi and Matt! You can take Logan with you.”

She was so excited by her genius idea that you didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d gotten their names wrong. You almost agreed and told her that that sounded great, and to purchase a pair of tickets back to St. Louis for that afternoon. You stopped yourself, though, standing your ground for the first time  since before you’d put out your first single.

“No, I mean I have to leave. Like, for good.” You corrected. Bethany spat out a laugh, her voice crackling in the receiver. When you didn’t join in, she stopped suddenly. “Or at least for a little while.”

“Are you out of your mind?” She asked. A little bit harsh, definitely, but it was understandable.

An hour later, once all of your various reasons and explanations had been offered up, Bethany finally broke. She promised she would talk to the label for you and see how far they could push everything back.

“I’m doing this because I love you, okay? But if I lose my job over this then I’m expecting you to put food on the table for my kids.”

Bethany didn’t have kids, but she insisted when you pointed that out that being a cat mom was “basically the same thing.” You got off the phone feeling strangely relieved. You were still mostly confused, angry, and broken, but the relief felt nice at least for a minute or two. You started packing your bags. You never did call Harry back that evening like you had promised.

And so you had taken a break. It turned out to be worthwhile, too, things being good when summer showed up, better than they had been in a long time. You felt almost like yourself again, only a shinier, more polished version. You started caring about the music again. And, most importantly of all, you started remembering why you had started all of this in the first place. It took you getting better to realize just how bad you had been. It wasn’t Harry’s fault, or yours, or Bethany’s. It wasn’t even really Christian’s fault, though he had been the one to finally push you off the deep end. It’s just the way things were. But you had come so far, and you were ready to get back to work and do it bigger and better than you ever had before. June kicked off a series of mind numbing meetings about timelines and “long term plans”, and by the time August rolled around you were all set. You were finally ready to start writing again as the nights grew shorter and the days unbearably warm.

The question now wasn’t whether or not you were ready to face LA. It was whether or not you were ready to face him.

Harry was in love. Not with you, obviously, but in love nonetheless. According to Logan, it was almost boring at this point how often Harry and the girl were spotted in public, leaving each others houses or attending a party or having dinner. Logan admitted regretfully that he really did seem happy, and you were trying your best to be happy for him, too, the way he’d asked. It was working so far, mostly, being happy for him. At least from a distance.

It had been a few months, and him and the girl were getting pretty serious by the sound of it. So serious, in fact, that the back of her head had even made an appearance in the corner of one of Harry’s few instagram photos. You had never been on his instagram, your subconscious reminded you, but it wasn’t a big deal.

You had stayed off of social media and had only spoken to Harry on rare occasion since you had left. As hard as it was to let go, you knew you would never get better unless you gave yourself some space from him. Your thoughts weren’t clear when he was around. There came to be a bittersweet understanding between the two of you. You weren’t in the right headspace to be in any sort of relationship and he had the opportunity to explore a potential spark with someone new. And that was okay.

The two of you had talked about it a few days after you’d arrived at your parents house. You were sitting at the dinner table when your phone rang.

“I have to go, Harry Styles is calling me,” you joked to your mom, who waved you hurriedly to answer. She had no idea what had gone in between you, and you tried to keep it that way. You made the same jokes you always did, for her sake, even though it tore you a part little by little every time you did. Your mom had driven you and Logan to every One Direction show you’d been too and no matter how many times you mentioned him she always got a kick out of you being his friend. She teased you about when you’d bring him home to meet her, saying you must be afraid he’d fall in love with her and she’d be forced to leave your father or else you would have introduced them already. “He was always my favorite,” she reminded you at every mention of his name. You couldn’t deny they way it stung when she said that, but you managed a smile every time. You rose from your seat, quickly making your way up the stairs to your old room. You were nearly out of earshot when you heard your dad’s voice in the background.

“Harry Styles… Is he the Irish one?”

You and Harry talked for a long time that night, your dinner growing cold on the kitchen table. It was easier to tell him everything, from the beginning, without having to see his face. Harry asked you over and over to come back, to stay at his place while you figured everything out. He wouldn’t try anything, he swore incessantly, he just needed to see you. It took every fiber of your being to tell him that you couldn’t. Eventually, the conversation came to a close. You weren’t sure if you really were doing what was best for you or if you were self-sabotaging your chances of having everything you ever wanted. The sting was still fresh, the kiss still lingering on your lips. Everything was just too messy right now to make sense of anything. You exchanged goodbyes, deciding to throw in your usual “I love you” at the end. It was still true, no matter what had happened. He said it back, once and then twice and then three times. Once more he begged you to come back “home”. You promised you would be back soon.

“Hey, before you go, can I ask a massive favor?” You said at the last minute. You laughed nervously.

“Of course,” he had said, “anything.”

“Could you, uh, FaceTime my mom? She really loves you and she won’t get off my back about the whole “when do I get to meet Harry Styles” thing, so…”

Harry let out a laugh. It was like a lightning strike through your body, like it had been years since you’d heard that wonderful sound. All there had been lately was yelling and crying and strained conversations. The sound of it made you consider flying back to LA, for just a split second.

“I would love to,” he said. You knew he meant it.

“Mom I have a surprise for you!” You yelled as you returned downstairs. Your mom looked up at you over the rim of her reading glasses. You turned your phone screen towards her to reveal Harry in all of his curly haired, green eyed glory. She gasped, taking the phone from your hand. You had purposely avoided looking at the screen once he had popped up, only catching a quick glance. Harry was in bed, hair messy and eyes swollen and tired.

Your mom scolded you for not warning her, using your middle name and everything, before apologizing to Harry that she was in her ‘jammies’. You listened from the kitchen as they spoke, picking at your uneaten dinner. Harry was charming, funny, and kind. You hated how it made your heart swell. You imagined a world where you actually did bring him home to meet your parents. He could spend the holidays with you, your mom neatly placing the perfectly wrapped presents under the tree, the tags on top labeled “Harry”. You imagined a world where he was yours, all yours, and you were his.

Your mother told him all about the first One Direction concert she’d taken you to, the one where you were sat all the way up in the nosebleeds, and how you’d cried all the way home after it was over. She told him about the posters you had on the wall, and how you and Logan used to argue about who would get which ones to hang in their room. “Logan was more of a Zayn girl back then, but I’ve been a Harry girl from the start,” she told him. Harry was cracking up, insisting that he would make sure she was front row next time he was in town. She told him she’d hold him to it. Your dad jokingly told Harry to ease up on the sweet talk, leaning into the frame only to be quickly pushed away by your mom.

“He’s just a friend, Harry, I swear!” Your mom yelled through her laughter. Your dad shook his head with a smile. You smiled too as you turned the corner into the room to watch them. You stood there, out of sight, admiring how after so long your mom and dad were still so in love. You hoped silently that you would have what they had someday.

You decided to cut your mom off before she said anything else. You took the phone, rushing back upstairs as your mom yelled at Harry to come see her soon. He promised that he would. Once the door was shut behind you, you looked back at the screen, unsure what to say.

“Sorry about that.” You decided, not being able to help the embarrassed giggle that followed your words.

“S’no problem.” He said. “Logan was a Zayn girl, huh?”

You both laughed softly, making your forget for an instant what had gone on between you. Harry yawned, and you told him you’d let him get some sleep.

Your conversations following that were few and far between. You missed him, desperately, but managed to keep your resolve when it came to giving yourself space. You talked here and there about how his recording was going or how much fun you were having with Layla, Max, and Logan. (Logan had joined you back home, staying with her parents just a few minutes down the road). Weeks went by this way, comfortable and peaceful. Things were starting to seem okay between the two of you, no matter how much the sound of his voice still made you chest ache, just the tiniest bit.

///

In the midst of all of this, Christian’s album had come out. It did well, really well actually, much to Bethany’s dismay. Bethany had quickly joined you and Logan’s crusade against Christian following your meeting with the label just before you left town.

“He better not show his face around here because it’ll strangle that son of a gun! I mean it!”

Your team did what they could, putting out some statement telling the world that you’d been “attacked”. The media was in a frenzy, obviously, but it eventually blew over as these things always do. It worked in his favor, people listening on Spotify and Apple Music to see what he had to say for himself. Which wasn’t much of anything at all, apparently. Christian never did make his own statement, either. You tried not to spend too much time wondering why not.

You hadn’t listened to the album, having been too focused on mending more important things. There came a night, though, after you and Logan had finished eating an entire tub of cookie dough that an idea was had.

“Maybe we should listen to it.” You said. Your stomach hurt from all the sugar you’d consumed but you continued to sip from a half empty bottle of wine the two of you were sharing. Logan raised an eyebrows at you. You both sat in Logan’s childhood bedroom back home, the walls around you still painted a soft lavender color.

“Oh my god, should we?” She asked, already pulling it up on the TV she had mounted on her wall. It was small and cheap, the same one her parents had gotten her for Christmas years before. You both had big, fuzzy blankets wrapped around your shoulders and slipper socks on your feet. It was a proper slumber party, back in the city where it had all started. And the perfect setting to finally face Christian again.

The first track began playing, his voice flooding the room. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Oh my god, ew.” Logan said, immediately muting the TV. “I can’t.”

You spit out the wine that you’d just taken into your mouth, spraying it all over the soft purple fabric of your blanket.

“Play it!” You urged her, your curiosity officially peaking. 

She turned the volume back up, and you both suffered through the first four tracks. You were making jokes the entire time, making fun of the way his voice sounded or the shitty ukulele he snuck into every song. The fifth song began, of course, with another ukulele riff. You both had agreed to take a sip of wine every time he said something stupid, or embarassing, or infuriating. The bottle was almost empty already, sitting between you on the floor. You listened intently to the lyrics, wondering aloud what it was about this album that Christian hadn’t wanted you to hear the last time you had asked him about it. You ears perked up during this track, noticing something.

“Is this….” You began, a tipsy giggle escaping from your lips.

“About you?” Logan answered. “Uh huh.”

You listened to the song again, and then again, and then one more time. By the last time it finished, you were both dancing around the dark room, the only light coming from the TV screen. What would have been devastating a few months ago you now found funny, your gut hurting from laughing so hard. You both mocked him as he sang.

“Maybe I should stop… Looking out for you!” Logan hiccuped. “Like I always do!”

“When will you start looking out for me, too? Instead of leaving me staring at myyyy shoes!”

It was hilarious how delusional he sounded. He continued, singing his sad story about unrequited love and the girl who just couldn’t see what a nice guy he was.

“It’s just the way you’re glancing at me.. Something about you just makes me feel guilty for liking you. When you’re with him…..When you’re with him….”

“This is the best part!” Logan yelled out, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She fell to her knees, taking you hands in hers as she dramatically sang the lyrics to you.

“This is a love song for a girl, who will never know its about her. I know its pretty stupid, but I’m much to shy to tell her…”

You fell down to the floor with her, gasping for air. You wondered if anyone actually bought this, his sob story about how sorry and sad he was that you never noticed him. It was funny, the way he was telling the world how he was always there for you when you knew his true intentions. It didn’t even seem to bother you, though. You were happy for him as long as all of his success stayed far, far away from you.

The rest of the album was, as Harry would probably have described, shit. Had he listened to it yet? Had he noticed all of the things you had between the lines in every song, the way Christian was referencing him? You decided to text him, asking if he’d heard the fifth track and sent him a video of Logan jumping on her mattress, singing the chorus into her hairbrush. He responded quickly, the little dots appearing at the bottom of your screen within seconds. Your heart skipped a beat.

Yeah. It’s shit.

You smiled. Same old Harry.

The girl he’s singing about sounds kinda hot tbh

You blushed slightly, not sharing with Logan what he had said. You already knew how she would react. She had given you the lecture several times since the incident in April, about how you and Harry could never just be friends no matter how long you left LA. “How long can you guys pretend that you’re not, like, totally in love?”, she’d ask every time you brought it up, “You either need to get together or you just have to let it go”. You’d heard it all before and though you denied it all tooth and nail you knew she was onto something. Maybe you made the wrong choice in the end. Maybe you should’ve begged on your knees for him to choose you instead of her, or never spoken to him again. But he was like a magnet and you just couldn’t push him away. You were willing to do whatever it took to keep him in your life, even in some small, insignificant way. It was pathetic and sad and embarrassing but it was worth it. And you weren’t as desperately in love with him as you were once upon a time, so being friends was easy. Really...

Logan raised an eyebrow at you, noticing the way you were staring gobsmacked at your screen. Your heart beat in your throat, happy jitters making your hands shake. Okay, so maybe you weren’t totally over it.

“He said the song is almost as bad as your dancing.” You teased her, making her roll her eyes. 

You texted Bethany, telling her you had finally gotten the guts to listen to Christian’s album. Logan was suddenly snoring lightly beside you, the first one to pass out at the party even now. At least she was consistent, you thought to yourself with a snicker. Bethany responded, first by saying you shouldn’t stay up late.

He’s a nasty little boy. She typed next. Kinda catchy tho lol.

///

Logan was driving at least 15 miles over the speed limit, easily. She zipped past the cars around her on the highway with little regard for anything or anyone. You were listening to Doja Cat, the music at full volume. You tied your hair up to keep it out of your face as that LA air rushed through the open windows. You remembered last year, when you had first arrived in LA on a day a lot like this one. You were shocked that it felt good to be back, the busy streets and billboards passing by all around you like familiar faces. You had been back for a few weeks and had finally gotten used to the noise and bustle that was such a stark difference from the quiet street outside your parent’s house. There was so much work to be done, so many things for you to catch up on and for the first time in forever that seemed exciting.

“So, you’ve spent the last month ‘unpacking your bags’. Is it time that we ventured back out into the real world?” Logan asked you. It wasn’t entirely true that you had been cooped up inside since you’d been back. You’d been to see Bethany and the Label, and to the studio to record a time or two. It was true, though, that you hadn’t had a night out just to have fun and be stupid. You couldn’t deny that that sounded nice, and felt very much deserved.

You had no plans for the night, only deciding to hop into the car to waste time and remember the way LA felt in the summer. You nodded.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked her. She smirked. You knew she already had a list of possible outings for you, as always. You could’ve asked her at 9 am on a Tuesday and she would have found you a party somewhere to attend without even breaking a sweat. Sometimes it was a curse, her forcing you out of the house whenever she had the chance, but today it was a blessing.

“Well, there’s a club like twenty minutes away that we could go to.” You waited for her to list your other options. “We could grab dinner downtown, or go to the bar we went to that one time... the one where we saw Tom Hardy walking into the bathroom.”

“That wasn’t Tom Hardy.”

“It was, but whatever.” Logan watched the road, barely. “Or, we could go to karaoke with Rachel and her friends. I think they’re going at like 9 or something.”

“Karaoke?” You questioned. You straightened your legs, stretching them out onto the dashboard.

“Yeah, they go all the time and they’ve been inviting us to go out with them for forever. I think it sounds fun.” She grabbed her phone from the cupholder, handing it to you before you could even agree to go. “Text her and ask when we should meet them.”

You got back to the house, the feeling of excited nerves taking over your body. It had been a while since you’d felt this way, those old nervous jitters before going out. You and Logan spent at least an hour picking out outfits and fixing your hair. Logan insisted that you both pull out all the stops, in honor of your first night out back in LA. “There will probably be stories out tomorrow about you being back in town, so we should make sure we look good.” She said. She had a point.

You had decided on a black corset top with a pair of baggy jeans. You looked in the mirror, satisfied. You looked chic, expensive. Like a celebrity. You smooth your hair back into a low ponytail. You were just putting on your heels when your phone started ringing next to you. You picked it up, not even bothering to check who it was. You were in a hurry to get out the door and when the phone rang you were expecting to hear Bethany give you another speech about all of your plans for the following week. You prepared yourself to humor her, pretending to listen to all of the things she had already told you over and over again the last few days since you’d been back. You pressed the phone to your ear, leaning towards your mirror to swipe your dark brown lipstick on your pursed mouth.

“Hullo?” You said, trying to move your lips as little as possible.

“Hey.” A voice came from the other end. You furrowed your eyebrows as you responded.

“Who is this?” You asked, your voice coming out snobby and short. If your number had been leaked, surely you would have heard by now, right? There was a soft snicker through the speaker, and instantly you knew who it had come from.

“Did you forget me already?” Harry asked, laughing. Your heart started pounding in your throat. You looked desperately towards Logan, who had stopped tying up her thigh high boots to look at you quizzically. ‘Who is it?’ she mouthed silently. Her hair fell over her shoulder and she swept it back with one hand. You widened your eyes, not needing to say anything at all for her to know exactly what you meant. She covered her mouth, which had fallen open, trying to suppress her gasp. ‘Oh my god!’ She whispered.

“Harry, you scared me!” You told him was you regained your composure. You breathed a sigh of relief, only to be quickly encapsulated in an entirely different type of nerves. “I thought you were some kind of stalker.”

“You don’t have my number saved anymore?” Harry asked. You smacked yourself on the forehead. Thirty seconds into your first conversation in weeks and you had already messed it up.

“No! No, I do! I just, uh... I’m getting ready to go out and I didn’t look to see who it was before I answered.”

You also hadn’t told Harry yet that you were back in LA, though you were sure he would have heard it from someone by now. You had honestly expected him to call you sooner, to show up at your house or at the studio and tell you hurriedly about all of the things you had missed. You didn’t take it personally when he didn’t, though. At least not really.

“Are you back in LA?” He asked, his voice raising slightly in pitch. You heard a door shut in the background. So he didn’t know after all. You hated that that made you smile, realizing he hadn’t been avoiding you.

“I just got back, actually.” You responded. You didn’t tell him exactly how long ago, deciding it might be better not to.

“You should’ve told me!” He practically yelled. You heard things moving around on his end of the phone, maybe drawers opening and closing. It sounded like he was looking for something. “What are you doing tonight? You can come over here. I’m just, um, hanging out.”

He was talking fast, much faster than usual and it almost made you giggle.

“It’s good to hear your voice.” You let slip. You cleared your throat, trying to change the subject before he could respond. “Logan and I were actually going to karaoke, so…”

You glanced again at Logan for help. You wanted to tell her you couldn’t go, to tell her to leave without you or drop you off at Harry’s place on the way. You stopped yourself, almost breaking at the sound of Harry’s voice that you had missed so much. Logan was gesturing wildly at you, mouthing words too quickly for you to understand. You raised your arms in a shrug at her, unable to translate whatever she was trying to tell you.

“Oh.” Harry said. You could hear him deflate, almost able to see the way the crease must be forming between his brows. “Well, maybe another time then?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” You responded. Logan started shaking her head frantically. She was waving her arms towards herself, as if gesturing someone to come closer. It clicked in your head just as Harry was preparing to get off the phone.

“Actually, Harry, you could come with us? If you wanted?”

You words came out as questions, you watching Logan to see her reaction. She nodded her head before collapsing onto the bed as a bit of dramatic flare.

“Okay!” Harry answered quickly. You could hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Sounds good.”

“Great.”

There was a second of silence. Logan was waiting anxiously to see what would happen next, her expression the same as it would be if she were watching some kind of drama on TV.

“I’m really excited to see you,” Harry finally said. He started laughing nervously and you did too.

“I know.” You agreed, sounding happy and stupid. You gave him the address and got off the phone. You spun around to look at Logan.

“Oh my god?” You said. There were no other words you could have used to describe what had just happened.

“Oh my god!” Logan agreed. She took you by the shoulders, her doll-like face attempting an expression resembling sterness. “Okay. Here’s what you’re gonna do, alright? You’re gonna be casual, okay, not too excited or anything. Like ‘oh heyyyyy Harry, what’s up’ and shit. Got it? And don’t act nervous. You gotta be like.. Cool. Like ‘oh yeah this isn’t a big deal at all seeing you again for the first time since April.’ Okay?”

You nodded along as Logan spoke, taking deep breaths. Just act cool, you thought. No big deal. No big deal…

“And then he’s gonna see you being all hot and shit and he’s gonna be like ‘oh my god she looks amazing, I never should’ve let her go, blah blah blah’,” She deepened her voice, mimicking his accent in the way she always used to to annoy him. “And then you’ll walk into the bathroom, okay, and he’ll obviously follow you in because he just can’t help himself and he’ll push you up against the stall door-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” You said, cutting her off. You removed her hands from your shoulders, turning to get one last look in the mirror. “It’s not like that, remember? We’re friends now. Like before.”

“Just got carried away…” Logan mumbled, snickering to herself.

“And you’re delusional if you think you and Harry were ever ‘just friends’. But I guess that plan works, too.”

///

Rachel was waiting for you on the sidewalk when you walked up. She stood behind a velvet rope in front of the small building, waving excitedly towards you as she flashed her perfect, model smile. You ducked under the rope as quickly as possible, attempting to exchange pleasantries as the crowd of paparazzi that had assembled around you yelled loudly over you.

“Rachel, over here!” Someone yelled. She turned, flashing her perfect teeth in a grin just in time for the flash of the camera.

“What are you guys doing tonight?”

“How does it feel to be back in LA, Y/N?”

“Logan, over here!”

Logan was a ham, as always, when being called out by name like this on the street. She posed for the photo, squishing your face in her hand and pressing her lips firmly on your cheek. The camera clicked and you all excused yourself, walking inside.

The building was dark and warm. Rachel led you towards the back, where she had reserved her room for the night. Twinkling lights covered the ceiling. The room was full of more people than you had been expecting, though spacious enough to accommodate everyone on various leather couches and bar stools. You recognized her friends, who wrapped you in hugs and left kisses on your cheeks before returning to their conversations. Someone was already at the front of the room, singing an ear piercing rendition of “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston. You heard Logan mention something to Rachel over the music, her mouth close to Rachel’s ear. Rachel nodded and smiled, picking up her drink from the counter.

“Of course, I don’t mind Harry coming!” She assured, looking directly at you. She took a sip of her drink. “Cocktail?”

You nursed one drink for a while, sitting at a hightop in the corner of the room while you watched everyone sing and dance and act drunk. You kept one eye on the door, feeling a nervous pit growing in your stomach as you waited for Harry to arrive. What should you do when he gets here? Should you hug him? Would you have any idea what to say? Your corset felt tight and uncomfortable as you sat there waiting, forcing you to sit up straighter. You rubbed your palms against your thighs.

“You’re up!” Logan yelled, grabbing you by the hand. Your drink splashed slightly in your hand, leaving a large red stain on your jeans. While you had been sipping slowly on your mixed drink, Logan had gone full speed ahead, downing at least 4. It had been too long since you’d been out, she justified herself, it was almost ‘mandatory’ that you get blackout. She was well on her way, leaving you at the station behind her.

You pulled your wrist from her grasp, shaking your head.

“I can’t” you told her. Rachel and he friends booed, hooting and hollering for you to pick a song.

“You’re literally the only person here who can sing for shit,” Logan said, causing someone to let out a hurt ‘Hey!’. She pulled on you again, her eyes meeting yours in a serious stare. “Just have fun. Come on. I’ll sing with you.”

You tossed the rest of your drink back, knowing there was no stopping Logan once she had made up her mind. It was kind of exciting, getting up and performing without any expectations or rehearsed movements.

“This one! This one!” Logan shouted as you flipped through the list of songs. She started jumping up and down, pulling you closer to her by the arm. “Please!”

She didn’t have to beg, having found what you agreed to be the perfect song to sing. The music began and you both belted out the lyrics to “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John. It was like you were 15 again, dancing in your underwear alone in your bedroom. God, it was good to be back in LA. You felt more alive than you had in months.

Everyone broke out into cheers as the music faded away, you and Logan taking an exaggerated bow before making your way back to your seats. As you followed Logan closely behind, you caught a glimpse of someone in the back of the room, standing next to your table. Harry.

Everything froze. It was like in those cheesy romantic comedies when time stands still and the two main characters just stare at each other while everything blurs around them. You felt blood rush through your body, making your hands tingle. You cracked a smile when his face lit up, dimples denting his cheeks.

You and Logan reached the table. Logan took Harry into her arms quickly, whining drunkenly about how much she missed him and how she loved him so much. She squished his face between her hands, making him look fishy and cute. He lifted her off the ground in a hug. It was funny how after just a few drinks she had seemingly forgotten all about the lecture she’d given you about being “cool and collected”. So much for acting unfazed, you thought with a smile.

Logan turned away from Harry, and in the split second she faced you before she walked off into the room her eyes grew wide, her mouthing to you another “oh my god!”. It happened so quickly, before Harry could have had the chance to notice. Then she walked off, leaving only a few feet of empty space between you and Harry.

“Hey.” You said. Even though you’d only finished one drink, you felt incapable of forming any clear thoughts. So that hadn’t changed. Harry didn’t bother responding, closing the gap between you and wrapping you in his arms so quickly you almost fell over.

“Don’t ever leave like that again, okay?” He said, squeezing you so tightly you couldn’t help but cough. His voice squeaked at the end, and you laughed against his chest. He smelled the same. He looked the same, only with a bit more scruff. You felt relieved knowing that he hadn’t changed over the last few months while you were away. You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting to be different, but you were relieved nonetheless that he was the same person you had known in April.

“I know, I know,” You whispered, unable to speak any louder as he compressed your lungs with his arms. “I’m so happy to be back.”

“Do you still drink vodka cranberries?” He asked, offering you the drink behind him on the table. “Or are you more of a martini girl these days?”

You accepted the drink from his hand, feeling your cheeks flush. You were grateful for the dim lighting in the room, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I haven’t been gone that long.” You told him.

“Felt like it.” He said. You took a sip of your drink, unsure where to take the conversation. You chest swelled as you relished the thought of Harry missing you while you were away.

“So tell me about the Lou.” He said, sitting down at the table. You sat across from him.

“Nobody actually calls it that.” You said with a shy smile. His face pinched together in laughter. God, it was really good to be back in LA.

///

“And then Layla fell off of the deck, literally. It was, like, ten feet off the ground.”

Your abs were tight with laughter as you told Harry another story from your time back at home. You weren’t sure how far ten feet actually was, unable to estimate it in you heard after your third drink, but Harry didn’t call you out on your measurements. His cheeks were beginning to grow splotchy and red.

“I miss Layla. And Max, too.” He said when you finished. He rested his cheek on a fist. You couldn’t to tell Layla he’d said that, imagining how her face would redden and Max would roll his eyes.

“I miss your mom, too.” Harry added with a sinister grin. You swatted his shoulder, him flinching away with laughter. “What?”

“You’re a pest.” You told him. He gazed upon you for a moment, appreciating your features.

“I missed you.” He said suddenly, causing the air to shift between you. Your heart pounded.

“I missed you. So much.” You admitted, to Harry’s satisfaction.

“I was worried that you wouldn’t.”

You frowned slightly, shaking your head.

“Of course I did. So much.”

You wanted to tell him about the first few nights you’d spent at home, crying yourself to sleep in your childhood bed. You wanted to tell him how your chest ached when you imagined what he must be doing without you. You didn't, though. You had accomplished the impossible, after all. You were friends again. Friends. You couldn’t let it slip how it felt to be near him, how your pulse had quickened under your skin and your body had exploded when it touched his. You were friends again, finally. Like old times. Just friends.

“This is good, right? Talking again, I mean.”

You nodded. It was nice. It was better than nice, actually. It was perfect.

“Yeah.” You told him. He smiled appreciatively. Someone was drunkenly rapping an Eminem song behind you, Logan’s gentle laugher filling the air. Harry stared at you, seeming like he was somewhere far away and fully in the moment all at once. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then moved quickly away. He bit his cheek, failing to suppress a goofy smile. He started telling some story about a new restaurant he’d been to, and how he had the best chocolate cake that had ever existed ‘in the history of man’. You tried your best to listen, your eyes struggling to peel themselves away from the way his lips looked as he spoke.

KEEP READING!!

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[pogueit]

K.C: Dormmate Blues

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x Reader

Summary: Your roommates are getting on your last nerve and you search for solace in your favorite girl

Warnings: terrible roomie drama?? Thats it??

WC: 1,004

A/N: May or may not be influenced by one literal line from an Arctic Monkeys song (it is)... ENJOY!!!

You trudge through the Carrera house with only your girlfriend in mind. The two roommates that you had, Rachel and Anna-Marie, were at it again. They had been childhood best friends but as of right now they were lifelong enemies. Truly, you didn't think one semi to below-average man would drive a severe wedge between the two, yet here you are on the edge of insanity. It started with one-off comments and backhanded remarks which then snowballed into screaming matches that lasted until 3 am. You were beyond over it and even having your own roommate-free dorm room wasn't enough. You needed your girlfriend. Kiara without a doubt made everything better. Maybe it was her attitude about the world, how she could make the sun come out in the cloudiest days, or how wise beyond her years she was but she always knew how to handle every situation.

As you made your way through the lively house you poked your head into the kitchen where Mr. Carrera was and gave him a gloomy hello, before continuing on to the girl's bedroom.

Your mood was immediately boosted from just the sight of her. She was propped up against her headboard lazily flipping through her notes for an upcoming environmental class.

Overdramarically, you pretend to throw yourself on top of Kiara, but before you could hit her with much force you gently lowered yourself, stomach down, on her lap.

"Well, hello to you too babe" she giggled as she rolled you over enough for her to give you a quick peck on your lips. She cleared off her books enough for you to flip yourself off of her and onto her bed. Kie hovered over your face and once she saw your troublesome expression her face dropped. She hasn’t seen you this way since Black Friday when you worked back-to-back shifts at the mall.

“Oh my god, babe, what happened?” She softly incased your face with her warm hands and caressed your cheek with the pad of her thumb. You hummed in approval and let your eyes flutter closed before you let out a deep sigh “Matt is what happened”. Just by mentioning him by name you could feel your headache intensify. Kiara scoffed “Jesus, that shithead?” you could only nod along to her disgust. She gently tugged on your arms signaling you to move up and be closer to her which you obliged without a second thought. You let your head rest on her chest while you loosely wrapped your arm around her waist. Kiara tightly embraced you and slightly moved you side to side while doing so, making you grin.“There’s at least a dozen Matts’ on campus like do they have to fight over the same one?” She huffed while absent-mindedly drawing lazy figures on your back. “They'd probably treat them better too” You grumbled and a flood of shitty memories of Matt came crashing into your brain. "Fuck, I should’ve listened to you and stayed home" you groaned and buried your head into the crook of Kie’s neck causing her to giggle at the sudden movement.

"Maybe we could give searching for apartments another go?" She pressed a warm kiss on your forehead causing you to slightly smile.

“Hmm… Maybe if you don’t mind” You definitely wouldn’t mind living together and could just picture how nice it would be waking up next to her every morning.

“I’ve been thinking about moving in together for a while now anyway, it would be another check on my adult goals” Kiara’s gaze shifted towards the window in her room and could see it was dark out now and she finally knew a perfect way to fully alleviate your still sour demeanor. She knew of your love affair with shitty made-for-tv movies and knew just the perfect one to play. Kiara excused herself to get her phone from across her room and turned on her projector in the process. You were oblivious to what she was doing as you made yourself more comfortable on her bed and flipped through her environmental health notes. Kiara and her mother had recently watched a hallmark movie that was an absolute cheese-fest, just how you like them, and recorded for you to watch later. After she rigged up the movie on the projector and got it to a specific scene, she turned off her lights.

“Hey! I was just reading about the Endocrine Disruptors!” The lights going off startled you but your girlfriend just shushed you. “You’re going to ruin the moment” she stated obviously and quickly hit play before you could even begin to retaliate. Kiara cleared her throat and got into position with an unassuming smugness embellishing her features.

“May I have this dance?” Kie mimicked the man’s gravelly voice then she dramatically bowed and held out her hand. “Kie, what the fuck?” You let out a baffled laugh and she frantically motioned you to take her hand. You finally take her hand and she escorts you off the bed to the open space in front. She effortlessly twirls you around and her free hand finds its place on your lower back as your hand settles on the nape of her neck. You fall into step with ease, it was something that became second nature. It’s hard to contain the smile that is eager to engulf your features, especially when you look into her eyes. They were filled with adoration, which cut through the dimly lit room with ease. The butterflies in your stomach were becoming unruly by her gaze and her soft touch, so you nestled your head into the crook of her neck. Kiara let her arms wrap around your waist as your arms fell around her neck. She hummed along to the shitty music that blared through the speakers all the while gently swaying to the beat.

“Thank you” You whispered, before placing a delicate kiss on her cheek.

“Anytime, babe” she pulled you in closer and danced you along as the credits roll overhead.

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[berlinini]

I think this is about fandoms tends to overdo everything. Like a couple signs about his band is fine but if when he looks at the crowd all he sees is band signs yeah that is a problem. I don't think we are at there tho. And if you are a Louie even tho you love his band there is no way focusing on anything but Louis on the stage

We are allowed one (1) minute of focusing on anyone but Louis and that's when he leaves the stage during the Fearless guitar solo so we can thirst over his musicians and Michael especially Michael.

There were a few signs made about Michael and Matt, we're hardly at the point where Louis would feel like he's not the center of attention.

Like always, Twitter has a way of snowballing stuff and making up issues where there are none.

I understand there is a history in this fandom of overdoing things, but this is hardly the case here.

#answered ask #(tour edition) #anon

[malfoysstilinski]

A-Z Fluff | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

At first, Draco hated the way you stood up to him since he liked to feel in control of everything and everybody, but it quickly became one of his favourite things about you. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

 Draco didn’t grow up in the most loving or accepting of households so he’s worried he won’t be a good father. However, he knows that one day he wants to learn how to be one with you. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Draco loves to hold you close to his chest. He loves to wrap his arms around your frame and tug you as close as possible, your face nuzzling into his neck where you can smell his cologne and he can stroke his fingers through your hair or trace patterns down your back, sure that you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Draco would be the best date planner, though he would never admit it. He’d try and do something with you every weekend at Hogsmeade, but also, every once in a while he would set up picnics or show you his favourite quiet spots. You spent most Friday evenings at the Astronomy Tower. He loved to make you blush and spoil you with dates. Also there would be a lot of study dates in the library, tucked away from everybody else. 

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g my life, my world...)

When Draco said you were his everything he meant it. After falling in love with you, he wasn’t sure how he’d lived comfortably before. He was sure that if he were to ever lose you then that would be it-- nothing would matter anymore. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) 

Draco knew he had fallen in love with you when he took you to the Yule Ball and you’d ended up dancing with each other even when the band had packed up and left. Looking down at you in his arms, Draco realised that he wouldn’t do this for anybody else-- it must be love. 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) 

Draco would be surprisingly gentle when it was just the two of you. He didn’t have to live up to any expectations. He treated you like a princess, never grabbing you too hard or raising his voice at you. Draco would always deny it, but he was a softie for you. 

H = Hand/hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?) 

Draco likes to hold your hand wherever you are. It’s a subtle reminder to others that the two of you are together and he loves to feel close to you all the time. His lanky fingers would intertwine with yours and he’d offer reassuring squeezes whenever necessary, or if you had zoned out. 

I = Impressions (First impressions) 

It was on the train to Hogwarts during your first year. Draco looks down at everybody, but when he first met you he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was bitter towards you at first because of it-- a typical eleven year old. 

J = Joker (Are they into pranks?)

Not really. Draco was never one to partake in pranks himself, growing up being told off for such things. He’d rather use his words on anybody else. However, when you did a prank on him, at first he’d be startled, but he’d quickly laugh and scoop you up into a hug, shaking his head in amusement-- so long as the pranks never went too far. 

K = Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Draco is a slow, passionate kisser. He likes to keep a hand on your neck or cup the back of your head, bringing you close and reminding you you’re his. Depending on the mood, his kisses could be rougher and unapologetic, but in public, he sticks to a kiss on the forehead or the cheek. 

L = Little things (What little things do they notice/love?)

Draco notices that you like to fiddle with the Slytherin ring on his finger. He pretends not to notice as he sits and talks with his friends and he puts his hand on your lap more often, silently encouraging you to do so. When he feels it slip off his finger, he’ll turn and watch you experiment with the ring on your own finger for a few seconds before placing it back and fiddling again. He loves it. 

M = Memory (Their favourite memory together)

Draco’s favourite memory of the two of you is during your sixth year. He’d been stressed about Dumbledore and fixing the cabinet, without telling you. You’d dragged him to Hogsmeade and the two of you drank Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. He was still feeling quite low as you left, but you’d hurtled a snowball at his back, starting a snowball fight that meant he felt like a child again for a little bit. It had ended with you tackling him into the snow, lips pressed together and giggling. That memory was one of the only ones that made him smile when he thought back on his sixth year at Hogwarts. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Draco spoilt you all the time. No matter how much you insisted he didn’t need to, it was one of the only ways he knew how to show affection. Slowly he learnt that you appreciated just being with him more than you did the expensive gifts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to treat you to whatever your eyes may wander towards at Hogsmeade every now and then. 

O= Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Your house colour. When he sees it he thinks of you in your robes and tie and can’t help but smile a little. 

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling. Draco likes how sweet it is and he can call you it in front of your friends without it being too intimate. 

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Draco would never admit it but he’s quite an insecure person, especially about you finding somebody better than him and leaving him. He’ll always ask if he did something wrong if you’re upset one day, even when it has nothing to do with him. 

R= Remember (Their favorite memory of each other.)

His favourite memory of you is when you took him to your home for a few days over the summer holidays. He loved watching your face light up as you showed him around your bedroom, picking up your belongings and telling him the stories behind them. He learnt so much about you that day. 

S= Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)

Draco doesn’t like to admit when he’s sad. He’ll distance himself for a little bit before he feels like he can come back to you and you hold him instead of him holding you, running your fingers through his hair. When you’re sad, Draco is quick to do the same for you, wrapping you in hugs and offering to hex whoever made you so upset. 

T= Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

The future. Draco tries to be realistic about the future, but he can’t help but love the way you often describe an even better one. He lays awake at night and thinks about your conversations, wishing that one day they’d come true. 

U= Universe (Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious.))

You were his lighthouse. You guided him home and gave him light where he felt there was only danger and darkness. He needed you more than anything. 

V= Very (___ their thoughts about each other. (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying. etc.)

Draco thought you were very passionate. He hated when someone put you down for speaking excitedly about something--  in fact, nothing made him angrier. 

W= Why (Reasons why they love each other.)

You gave Draco a choice and made him feel like he had somebody on his side unconditionally. 

X= Xylophone (What’s their song?)

As the world caves in-- Matt Maltese 

Y= You (The ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese.))

You’re the words to his story. You made him a better person. 

Z= Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

You would plead for a dog and Draco would, of course, give in and get you one. He would fall in love with the dog too after a while 

#a-z fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter imagine #draco #malfoy #harry potter #imagine #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #fluff #oneshot #x reader

[cadykeus-clay]

i would low key love to hear your tangent about the differences there are between how VM and TM9 react with the world

ah, the perfect excuse for me to put off my 30 page reading, thank you :3

(i’m also going to preface this by saying most of this is stuff i’ve picked from other people’s various metas and i absolutely do not remember who those authors might be so i apologize jsdlkfsd)

....

but uh ... basically i feel like vox machina and the nein have a completely opposite standard for how they interact with the people the consider to be their “inner circle” vs. everyone who doesn’t qualify as that. 

vm is a group of individuals who, overall, had one cruel person that slighted them but didn’t really destroy their faith in humanity. (their faith in themselves is a whole different horse. that ones .... woof. looking at you percy scanlan tary keyleth.) Percy had the briarwoods, Grog had Kevdak, the twins and tary had their father. so, the way that they interact with just random people that they meet is - with exceptions of course - amicable, or at the very least, respectably polite. 

they’re the saviours of emon, the freers of whitestone. they have festivals held in their honor. they have kid fans and random farmers knocking on their doorstep for aid because they’ve heard tales of the kindness. sure, vex can be a hassle when she’s haggling down a price, and keyleth tends to poke buttons in way that gets her arrested a fair amount of the time, but at the end of the day they’re the people’s heroes, and they’re happy to be that!

their inner circle, however, is much more closely guarded. they have a few chosen allies (gilmore, allura, kima, kash and zahra, cassandra) and that’s it. They’re hesitant with anyone else trying to creep into their personal fold. Hell, it took beating up tary and him breaking down sobbing for them to even consider liking him. they’ve been burned by raishan and clarota and hotis, by individuals they let in and who then stabbed them in the back. they’ll do almost any favor for a stranger who asks, but they’ll be damned if they trust anyone to actually join their midst. vox machina is vox machina is vox machina and that’s incredibly hard to change. 

the nein, on the other hand, are fundamentally a group of rejects. some of them have specific people they can point a finger at and say “i hate you”, but those problems stem from a greater societal rejection. beau has daddy issues, but she also felt rejected by the entire cobalt soul until dairon found her. caleb has trent’s fucked up shit, but he also has this constant pressure of having failed his entire country, not to mention the faceless hate piled up on him from living homeless for a year. jester’s whole deal is that she had to hide from LITERALLY ALL OF SOCIETY for her entire childhood because she wasn’t supposed to exist.

and so, the nein are shitheads to society right back. they’re mean to random barkeeps, they trash their inns and don’t say sorry, they mock most NPCs behind their back (or sometimes right to their face. @ marius).  Every favor asked of them comes with a ton of deliberation and arguing about whether its bait or not (ie bowlgate, the giants in the mine outside rosohna, essiks “favors”). 

but, on the flip side, they’re willing to tug just about anyone into their ranks. if society already hates them by default, what’s there to lose if they get close to someone? nothing, there’s only more love to be found! so it’s adopting random bird girls on the road, its sending cupcakes to a hag that cursed your friend, its sending messages to everyone you’ve ever met just to check in, it’s making someone sit in the hot tub with you and share trauma and then when you find out he started a war you say “we get it bro” and kiss him on the forehead. it’s “welcome to the mighty nein”. 

and it’s also very interesting, i think, to talk about the ways in which the party interacts with themselves. vox machina was a family, undoubtedly, as is the nein now. but vox machina ... had a lack of desperation to their attachment. i mean for one, they took a full year off from adventuring together and scattered cross continent. even if the nein gets down time like they did, i expect they’ll just trail each other around like lemmings. (its kind of what they’ve been doing from hiatus until now with the eiselcross arc starting). 

but vox machina just ... went. and scanlan walked away from the party and (after the heat of the moment), they agreed to just let him be. and pike would spend weeks on quests for sarenrae without much of a complaint. even at the end - and this will be a controversial take, i know - but they let vax go pretty easily. (sure, mechanically they were wiped from fighting, but besides tears the only attempt to defy trq was from percy, which even he gave up on with minimal struggle because vax said to stop it). that’s not to say they don’t miss each other when they’re gone! of course they do!!! but they trust each other to go off into the world, because the world as whole is a place they trust. 

(the one exception to this might be vex, who fought every one of these situations adamantly, but that’s a whole separate essay about her issues stemming from an innate sense of ‘failed family’ that she’s desperate to not repeat, and less about a mistrust of everyone until proven otherwise)

the nein on the other hand. hoo boy. they’ve been hot glued to each other’s hips since day one. So many quotes (many from beau, which could be worked into my previous vex essay, as they’re very much cross-campaign foils. getting sidetracked again) are about their inability to separate. “You don’t get to choose who cares about you”; “No one goes”; “If one of us is gone for more than 7 days assume we’re dead and have a funeral”; “Do we have co-dependecy issues?” Jester’s cool personal vacation to her god’s get together turned into a party with everyone because why would she go anywhere without the nein? Veth’s time with Luc and/or Yeza is constantly overrun with the rest of the nein dropping in for fun. Even small things like shopping trips are so much more “oh well if you’re going then i’ll go” snowballs than they ever were with vm. 

Also, ashley’s absences had to be much more forceful than in c1. Post episode 11, the only time yasha left the group (rather than someone else piloting her) of her own free will was when she ran in grief from molly’s grave. And yes, there’s something to be said about “oh they were on a boat for a long time she had nowhere to go” but if Matt can justify astral projection pike, i feel like he could justify ‘the stormlord teleports yasha away for a bit’ and he chose not to. 

Because!!!!!!!!! of the dynamic that the nein has!!!!!!!! Because of this idea that the world is bad and cold and full of hate and in here in our little hut (soon to be mansion??????) it’s safe and good and full of love and no one can leave because then you’d be going somewhere much more dangerous and we can’t have that, now can we? 

.....

well uh. that’s a lot of words. i hope they made some sense??? and were at all what you were expecting???? thank u for sending the ask tho this was very fun to write!!

tldr: vox machina is a group of people who were betrayed by one bad figure, so they trust the world and are wary of the individual; whereas the nein is a group of people who were failed by the world at large so they welcome the loner and fear the pack. 

#critical role #vox machina #the mighty nein #critical role meta #hey the actual essay bit turned out be 1200 words On The Nose