#ignore how awful I am at making backgrounds

[raveartts]

♥ The queen of Hearts ♥

#raveartts #akudama drive #alice in wonderland #akudama cutthroat #ignore how awful I am at making backgrounds #those roses are so traced #I literally copy pasted a heart emoji #and I nearly inserted a checkerboard with a stock image watermark on it :0 #BUT WHATEVER #what the viewer don't see the artist gets away with ;) #Cutthroat is so perfectly suited for the queen of hearts #OH FUCK I FORGOT I WANTED TO WRITE STH ON IT #i wanted fancy text like 'off with your head!' #but too late now lmao #anyways Alice in Wonderland is a p good movie but I must ask #where's the fucking Jabberwocky #I guess that was only in the live action or sth? #I only care about the Jabberwocky because of my old art teacher giving us a really dumb assignment about it #edit: I managed to upload the fixed version woohoo

[legalkimchi]

Please learn more than just a Phrase.

I don't expect people to be subject matter experts on issues of global politics.

But false equivalency is rampant in online discourse regarding three major conflicts in the world today. I am using the word conflict in this post, however, when applicable, i will use other words to describe specifics. (Nuance folks... it's a thing)

So i start off with an assumption that most people don't understand the basics of most international events. As an american, i only know some of the stuff that is happening within my own nation. This is not an insult to you, dear reader. Rather, it is a position we all must realize we are in. You do not understand most world issues.

You just don't.

you aren't there. it isn't your life. you don't have the academic background.

I saw a post recently calling for "freedom for Palestine, Sudan, and Congo."

And it bothered me. Not because i am opposed to peace, (how is asking for ceasefire a bad thing?) but rather because i believe simplifying the conflicts with this wording showcases the ignorance of the differences.

Not all conflicts are the same.

In palestine, we have a convoluted mess where two groups claim a territory as home. getting into the in-depth story of this conflict takes time. Foundational elements of it take place thousands of years ago, but the conflict itself is only about 75 years old. So it is a long and short story. Currently, the sovereign state of Israel is engaging in a genocide in Gaza. Asking for freedom for palestinians makes sense. they live in an apartheid state and would like a state of their own. they wish to be free of occupation. you can argue with the details, be pro-israel, or whatever, but that is the basic ask of palestinians. (if you want to get into anti-semetic regional sentiment or the desire of certain groups to eradicate the israeli jewish population or Israel as a nation that's a different topic, not the point of what i'm talking about.)

In the Congo and Sudan, it is a different story.

Let's start with the Congo. First of all, Which Congo?

Let's please understand that there is the Republic of the Congo and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The Republic of the Congo is a former french colony. Then there is Democratic Republic of the Congo. Some of us might remember this country as Zaire.

the DRC is the congo we are talking about in the news. This was a former belgian colony and the atrocities committed by the belgians there rival any genocide in human history. i've seen estimates between 5 million and 20 million deaths. some estimates state the population of native congolese were cut in HALF. since the turbulent start of the country after their independence in 1960, the country knew relative peace until the 1990s. Then a mixture of a weak central government and the Rwandan Civil war (which had it's own genocide you may have heard about) spilled over into what was then Zaire. Zaire dissolved, and the DRC took it's place, But the wars have been raging off an on since then. earlier this year, more civil war violence erupted AGAIN. This displaced millions, AGAIN. while the DRC is a bit of an autocratic and repressive regime, the rebel groups are groups with ties with the Rwandan government and the other group with ties to Isis. It's awful all the way down.

Sudan has had an ongoing civil war for over 20 years. I remember this because i helped lead some anti-genocide protests regarding Darfur when i was in college 20 years ago. I've been following this conflict for nearly my entire adult life. you may have heard about this with regards to the Save Darfur coalition regarding the genocide in Darfur. Well, that genocide has continued (albeit with less intensity) for 20 years. the civil war lasted until 2021, but restarted in a different form in late 2023. the conflict is now between two different sides of the military government fighting each other.

It is an awful conflict full of awful leaders. Sudan's government suffered a revolution in 2019 from a dictator, only to have that government overthrown in a coup by the current dictator. The Sudanese military is supported by folks like Russia and North Korea. you might see that among the other countries that support sudan, bunch of communist countries, and you might think "hey, maybe al-Burhan is a leftist".

no... no he is not.

He is a military despot. He has no ties to any real ideology. He just runs sudan as a military dictator.

So who is opposing him?

The Rapid Support Forces. and you may be thinking "ok, so they are the good guys? trying to overthrow the dictator?"

No... They are the ones that instigated the Genocide in Darfur.

This is a situation is "no matter who wins, the people of Sudan lose."

So when folks claim these are all the same. Or wonder why folks talk about one and not the other.

there are reasons. These are very different conflicts. Please learn about them. It matters more than spouting some 4 word slogan calling for "freedom."

Find out what the people of these areas actually need. Learn more about what is happening. My description above is incomplete. I may even get some things wrong. I am trying to keep informed, but I am not an expert, nor do i live there. Raise voices from the region and find out if there are ways to help.

#palestine #sudan #congo

[d4yl1ghts]

After I read unfair i thought you could make a “second part” as to where reader takes Anthony to her old house to show him where she lived and what she used to do throughout her days 

unfair (2)

anthony bridgerton x wife, fem!reader

summary: you take anthony to the house you grew up in and he sees how those who aren’t so wealthy live

part 1

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Specks of yellow and gold breached into you and your husband’s shared bedroom as you slowly awoke from your slumber. Anthony felt you moving and brought you closer to him, snuggling into you. “Stay.”, he spoke with his morning voice, you always loved that voice. He sounded much deeper than usual. “I have to visit my mother, Tony.”, you replied, attempting to ignore the feeling of his rough hands around your waist. “I do not want you to leave me.”, he responded. You rolled you eyes with amusement. “Fine, you can come with me then.”

The eldest Bridgerton then hastily removed the sheets from his naked body and started to pick out his clothes for the day. You stared at him for a second before picking out yours too. “Do you like what you see?”, he questioned teasingly with a smirk on his face. “Of course, my Lord.”, you answered with a hint of cheek in your tone. “We must get ready, my love. You can look forward to that later.”, he winked.

The both of you had finally gotten changed and had begun the ride in your carriage. You gazed at Anthony’s perfect face, sensing his nerves. He has met your mother before of course, but he has never gone to your old house and he has heard many things about it due to your background. You were from a poorer family so he didn’t know what to expect. You gently grabbed his calloused hands gaining his attention. “What is wrong, my love?”, you cautiously asked. “I do not know if I even want to see this place you grew up in if it is so bad.”, he answered with pity in his voice. “It is not as bad as you may think. I managed to live there and look at where I am now.”

“Yes, I must be overthinking it.”, he added, placing a chaste kiss against your temple.

After an hour in your carriage you had reached the edge of London. The carriage halted suddenly. “We are here.”, you stated. Anthony, ever the gentleman, ran out of the carriage and took your hand, placed his lips on it, and guided you out of the vehicle. “You do not even know where you are going.”, you giggled slightly at Anthony’s charming nature.

You knocked on the door three times before your mother answered. “Oh, hello, dearest.”, she replied cheerfully. Anthony peeked his head in and saw how small the house was. There was a tiny kitchen with barely enough space for all the appliances and there was no maids anywhere to be seen. He could see a bit of the upstairs and make out that there were only two rooms up there. “After you.”, he said gently as your mother opened the door wider to allow you both in.

“So, are there any maids here, Lady Y/L/N?”, he hesitantly enquired, he had already assumed the answer. “Ah, no, my Lord.”, the older woman responded. “We do the work ourselves here.”, she added. “Oh.”, he awkwardly rocked on his heels. “Come on, my love.”, you grabbed his hand and guided him into the living room that had one sofa. It also looked slightly dusty. That was probably because there were no maids, he thought.

After an hour of talking and catching up with tea, you and Anthony started the journey back to your manor. “My love, you look a bit out of it.”, you stated as you took in his widened eyes that were staring out the window of the carriage. “Dear, I’m fine.”, he said. He paused, then added: “How did you grow up there?”

“It was alright, I had shelter and was provided food and water.”, you answered. “Well, I love you so much and I’m so proud of you.”, he tenderly replied. You stared at the man in awe of how you had gotten so lucky before you kissed him with such passion that he was left speechless. Let’s just say that you didn’t make it back on time and you got your treat earlier than you expected.

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x you #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton oneshot #fem!reader

[sainns]

DROP THE ALBUM!ㅤ⊹ㅤPSH SMAU

PROLOGUE the breakup and afterwards

note i lied this did not come out at 330 im impatient and uhh he kinda did u dirty i apologize but yn is maybe a little dramatic IDK

“i think we should break up, yn,”

you blink, lifting your head up from where it was resting on his chest. your sudden movement knocks the laptop off of sunghoon’s lap, the movie you were watching continuing to play in the background as you stare at him.

“what? wait—are you serious?”

he sighs, running a hair through his messy hair, “yeah, i am,”

“that’s so random. we’re literally cuddling in your bed right now, sunghoon,”

you shouldn’t be getting angry with him, if he wants to break up then he’s allowed to—even if it hurts you more than anything. it just doesn’t make any sense as to why he wants to.

you can’t wrap your head around it, as far you know—or knew—you were perfectly fine. you’ve been together for three years, so obviously you’ve fought but it’s not like they were big fights. everything in your relationship was good. at least you thought it was, sunghoon didn’t apparently.

“i don’t know... i was just thinking, you know?”

you stare at him blankly because no, you didn’t know. you don’t get what’s going on at all.

you can see discomfort makes its way onto sunghoon’s face, his hand coming up to rub his neck awkwardly, “we should take a break,”

“a break or break up?” you ask, “they’re different things,”

you fully move away from him, pulling your legs from out of the covers, sitting as far away from him as you can. you stare at the floor as you wait for his response. he’s silent for too long and you can feel your heart sink to your stomach.

“break up, i guess. we can still be friends, though,” he reaches forward to grab your hand but you pull away, “i don’t want to lose you, yn,”

there’s a lot of things you want to say to say to him; that you can’t be friends, that he’s stupid for thinking that you would be fine with it. you want to tell him that you’re mad at him beyond belief for doing this out of nowhere. he could’ve at least broken up with you when you weren’t laying in his bed. 

you don’t say any of these things, though. instead you nod, giving him a forced smile, “okay. if that’s what you want,”

“i’m really—”

you interrupt him before he can give you that dreaded apology, “i’m gonna go, i probably shouldn’t stay the night like we planned,”

you crawl out of bed, your feet landing on his carpeted floor. your back is to him and you hope and pray that he can’t hear the sharp breath slip from your mouth, keeping yourself from bursting out sobbing. you blink quickly, forcing your tears away and move around his room to grab your things.

“you don’t have to leave, it’s late,”

“it’s fine, hoon,” it’s not fine, “night,”

“okay.. text me when you get home?”

“yeah, sure.”

sunghoon is an idiot.

he's an idiot that you’re still friends with.

it’s been five months since the breakup and you’re still friends. you don’t want to be friends, but your desire to keep him in your life overpowers that. giselle and winter have both been telling you to move on, to cut him out of your life.

every single one of your friends can see how awful this is for you, especially with sunghoon still acting like he’s your boyfriend. it’s like nothing has changed between you two if you ignore the fact that you aren’t officially together anymore.

he even goes as far as to tell you about girls that he finds attractive. does he not know not to tell you stuff like? he doesn’t. he doesn’t get how horrible and heartbreaking it is for you to hear. having to sit there and hear him call other girls pretty is worse than anything you’ve ever had to experience, you think.

so after urging from both giselle and winter, you ghost him on the sixth month after your breakup. you don’t go to any of your previously planned hangouts (you give him some half-assed excuse about being ‘too busy’ when really you were just staying home and eating ice cream), you stop responding to his messages and eventually he stops sending them.

and you write about it.

you’ve written songs about him before, as embarrassing as it is to admit, but it’s how you express your feelings. the only difference is that they were love songs; songs about you pining over the boy, how you felt during your relationship, all of the good things about him. you’ve never written anything bad, not even during your first big argument.

you admittedly feel better after you’ve written everything down, but you also feel.. guilty. it’s like you’re making it a bigger deal than it is. it’s not like he cheated on you or neglected you or whatever other awful thing other songwriters have written about. he just broke up with you and tried to stay friends.

you eventually get over that guilt, thankfully. you know that you’re allowed to be upset and it’s not like he’s ever going to hear it. you’re sure he’s forgotten all about you already. maybe he even has a new girlfriend.

you try not to throw up at that thought.

you end up making a demo, send it to your agency, and it gets produced. after a month of promotion and teasers, it releases on the ninth of april. exactly one year after your break up. it blows up, much to your surprise—you weren’t necessarily a big artist but you weren’t super small, having around 840k monthly listeners but you weren’t expecting to make the billboard hot 100.

honestly, you should’ve expected sunghoon to find out about the song, but you weren’t. and needless to say, you were absolutely horrified when he sent you a message for the first time in half a year.

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[popponn]

weekend news, at night. [itoshi sae x reader]

note: while im cooking i will take a break from writing by writing. no warning, use of japanese honorifics, written with post canon in mind but not explicitly said. a fluff, as usual. and am i truly in love with this guy now. writing something with him in mind is a stress reliever. somehow. un beated, not proofreaded.

“Ah! Sae-san!” you swooned, your hands clapping dramatically as you smiled towards the flat, cold expression Itoshi Sae displayed within the TV.

Across you, another Itoshi Sae—the real one, the living one—watched you with an expression that was somehow even flatter. While you did realize the judgmental stare he was giving to you, who sat across him on the dining table, you chose to promptly ignore him. Sae, who had been watching this display for an hour, decided that it was time to question your brain, “What are you doing?”

“Hmm. Fangirling, I think?” you answered whilst propping your chin on your palms. Never once your eyes left the TV on the living room. “Sae-san’s expression there is really good. I like cool guy who is pretty dry.”

At that very moment, Sae truly wondered if you finally snapped. He had heard about the negative effects of overworking and you did sleep for two hours per day for a week. The fact you pretty much went on a full day hibernation yesterday was a testament to that. But then he remembered how you sometimes gets when teasing him and maybe the slight signs of insanity had always been there.

“I’m here,” Sae eventually decided to say.

“I know, Sae. You are,” you replied. You did not spare a glance towards him as you cheered the moment Oliver Aiku entered the screen, “Ah, Aiku-chan, as handsome as always! Oh, isn’t that Isagi-kun in the background? I miss him!”

Sae really wanted to go to bed all of sudden. He didn’t want to deal with you like this on a rare, empty weekend night.

Therefore, with that in mind, Sae closed his tab and stood up. “I’m going to sleep,” he told you before promptly walking to your shared bedroom.

He could only took a few steps before he was suddenly stopped by, hugging him with a cheeky smile staring directly into him. Sae frowned and your grin grew wider. A thin veil of apology laced your words as you wrapped your hands around his back even tighter, “Sorry. Was it to much for you, Sae-san?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, “Drop it.”

You laughed, then somehow pulled him towards the bedroom whilst walking backwards like a penguin. The sour expression Sae wore didn’t fade, however he followed you nonetheless without making you letting go of him. “Sorry, sorry. Really, this time. But seeing you being that rude while being so cute really refreshed me!”

Hearing your reasoning, Sae didn’t hold back, “Is your brain really okay?”

“Has anyone who overworked for a whole week ever have an okay brain?” you asked back lightly and somehow bitterly. As the two of you approached the door, Sae pushed the tablet he had been holding in one hand towards you.

“Hold it,” he said. Thankfully, you didn’t try anything funny this time, accepting it with one hand whilst draping the other on his shoulder. Sae rested a palm behind your head and opened the bedroom door.

You let out a coo, almost identical to the one you gave to the screen just a few moments ago, “Aw. Sae wants to cuddle with me?”

Sae didn’t even bother to gave you a reply as he closed the bedroom door, the two of still embracing each other while walking to the bed like a pair of actual goddamn penguins kissing each other.

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #bluelock #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #sae fluff #drabbles #sae itoshi x reader #bllk fluff #bllk sae #i dont even get why this man is so charming to me #i look at his face and oh okay thats good and i mean this in a very brainrot kind of way #sae san is very cute #unmentioned for a reason but hey maybe he is also pissed off because it was aiku chan isagi kun but he is sae san #i will proofread this in the morning

[artemis32]

subjugation vi

i'm on my period and i am dying, so - here's a drabble no one asked for

****

subjugation masterlist

Thinking about EraserMic and how they treat you while you're on your period.

If you thought they were overbearing before, you have no idea how little breathing room you'll have now - literally.

Let's follow the order of events.

First, you'll become snippy with them, even more short off than you usually are. Normally, they can ignore your sharp quips and snarled words and move on with the conversation, but really, with the way you're acting, they can't let that kind of behaviour slide.

There's really no other way to describe it - you were being a bitch. A nasty one.

So they punish you in that strange way of theirs, forcing you to keep them company, overwhelming you with their presence, metaphorically force-feeing you their presence.

That does nothing but make it worse, pushing your already irritable mood to the edge.

Except this time, instead of snapping at them and lashing out as you usually would, you're pushed to the more emotional side of things.

Hizashi is horrified when you burst into tears in the middle of the living room, sniffling as you try in vain to mop up your tears with your shirt sleeve.

He'd expected you to become emotional, just not like this. You hardly ever cried, and even when you did, you tried to make sure it wasn't around the two of them.

You probably thought it made you look weak. What a ridiculous notion.

He lays a hesitant palm on your shoulder, patting it awkwardly as he murmurs softly.

"...you okay?"

As your sniffles grow to sobs, he cringes back.

He discusses it with Shota that night while you sleep, having gone to bed early. It was unusual for you to be exhausted this early in the evening, but the two took the opportunity to discuss your recent odd behaviour.

They talk in circles for most of the night, never settling on one reason for your outburst.

A few days later though, all is revealed.

You could try to hide it for a bit, but you won't last all that long. Not with two observant, seasoned pro heroes monitoring your every movement.

Try as you might, you can't hide the pain on your features, or the odd grimace here and there, or the fact that you're using wads of toilet paper as pads.

Unsurprisingly, you hadn't had your period in the months following your abduction. Who would've thought that extreme stress and anxiety would cause your period to be all but non-existent.

That unfortunately meant that the house wasn't very well equipped to handle a woman or her cycle.

Pads or tampons? Zero.

Pain killers? Ziltch.

Heating pads? None.

Chocolate? Nada.

But once they'd realised what was really going on, the situation was quickly remedied.

That's how you found yourself smothered under a pile of blankets, squished between the two pro heroes on the couch, being forced to drink warm tea by the cupful.

In a way, it was almost... nice?

It was warm and comfortable, and the painkillers Shouta had all but shoved down your throat had done wonders for your cramps. And it didn't hurt that they weren't trying to talk to you, or interact with you at all beyond the occasional shift in positioning.

Not to mention, the crushing weight of their bodies on you felt almost soothing.

(Also Shouta had such nice, warm hands - they're large too, comforting as they encompass your lower stomach, gently massaging the cramping, bloated area).

That's how you find yourself dozing off as some or other reality tv show plays on in the background.

****

They'd act like that all week, treating you like some fragile kitten, careful not to make any sudden sounds or movements.

Of course, they go back to usual as soon as your period is over, but for those glorious few days, it's as if they almost don't exist, only ever bothering you to bring you what you want.

It's almost worth the cramps, back aches, tender breasts and awful mood swings.

Almost.

Except, a few months down the line, Hizashi realises he has a thing for period sex, and it definitely doesn't hurt that it's supposed to help with cramps.

You can't blame him, he's just trying to help you.

So what if he gets off in the process?

****

Hizashi is a period sex kinda man and you can't convince me otherwise. Man's is nasty.

I'll definitely expand on this some other time :))

#hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa #present mic #eraserhead #female reader #afab reader #yandere #dark content #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #subjugation #erasermic #periods

[danieyells]

Rui mizuki’s lines from Tokyo debunker if you haven’t yet PLEASE I will love you for all eternity

They’re edging me with the rui crumbs every chapter I can’t take it anymore

One flirty reaper coming right up!! And by right up i mean almost a week after you asked hhahaha

BUT YEAH WE DO GET A LITTLE OF HIM HERE AND THERE i wonder why he pops up so much. Especially for someone who allegedly tries not to be around other people much due to his deadly touch? Kinda sus--

also this is the first time i've posted all of someone's lines! not that i don't always end up posting 95% of them anyway, but for some reason some of Rui's were ordered weird(they're normally not entirely in order but they're usually sectioned properly, but for some reason one of his affinity chats was way in the wrong place) and I ended up closely paying attention to which one i was looking at and before i knew it i posted all of them lmao. . . .

You've Got Mail:

"Huh? Did you know you've got unread messages? Oh, that's why you've been leaving me on delivered! Ahaha!"

no that's just because my adhd makes me hyperfocus on things and it refuses to allow me to attempt to allot attention or energy to things it deems me not having enough attention span or energy or time for and i'm sorry--

Default:

"Aw c'mon Ed, again? Why does he always leave his socks on the floor... It's actually exhausting picking up after him all the time..."

lazy sloppy vampire lol

"You look kind of tired {PC}, you doing okay? Why don't you stop by the bar later? I can be your shoulder to cry on."

"Hey! You on break now? If you're super nice and you're gonna come chill with me now, put your hands up!"

"{PC}...were you just checking me out? Hey, it's all good, don't be embarrassed!"

"Oof, Ed popped out of nowhere so I accidentally touched him and he died again. Now I have to carry him all the way back to the dorm..."

i love the face he makes when he says this lmao like he is so tired of Ed's carelessness!

ignore that he's in the casino i always have my background set there since i usually have taiga as my hs

Affinity 1:

"{PC}! Did you come here to see me first thing? No way! You just made my day!"

Affinity 2:

"Aw c'mon, Ed, what are you doing sleeping out here? Didn't you just take a nap, old man? You're gonna catch a cold!"

Affinity 3:

"Oh hey, it's {PC}! Can't believe I ran into you here, so random! Guess we've gotta go on a date now, huh? It's like, written in the stars!"

i love flirty characters like rui lolol just. there's always More Going On there. and Rui starts off with More right off the bat.

Affinity 4:

"I can touch the plants as long as I have gloves on! I mean yeah, I'm pretty sure the same goes for people, but don't you think it'd be scary to test it out?"

Affinity 5:

"Come swing by the bar later! I'd rather watch a pretty face like yours while I work instead of a bunch of drunk guys."

Affinity 6:

"What? Ed was praising my good looks? I mean he's right, right? People always tell me my face is my only redeeming feature!"

but rui works so hard!? who's saying that!!

Affinity 7:

"Oh sorry, I don't do the whole class thing! You go, I'm all good here!"

Affinity 8:

"Ouch! Aw man, that rose thorn just scratched my arm... Wait, nooo! My rose bushes are wilting!!"

it's so easy for him to accidentally kill anything lmaoooo

Affinity 9:

"Are you out here by yourself, {PC}? Isn't that like not super dangerous? ...Wait, did that make sense? Whatever, let me walk you back!"

Affinity 10:

"Sorry! A drunk customer broke a glass, so I'm cleaning it up! Everyone's a little pent-up lately, I guess."

Affinity 11:

"Watering plants in the AM is such a mood lift, right? Whoa, everything's blooming like crazy out here! Better get my pruning shears."

it's a testament to how well he takes care of these plants that they grow super well in permanently-night Obscuary, i think. 8'D

Affinity 12:

"Huh? Look, you've got loose threads on your uniform. Give it to me, I'll fix it for you!"

Affinity 13:

"Hey, {PC}, did you eat yet? My door's always open! You can just stay the night after!"

damn already inviting you to stay over at affinity 13--just don't share the bed, you'll wake up super dead

Affinity 14:

"(yawn) Wow, I am dead tired... but I've gotta take a shower, make breakfast, and do the laundry before those two sleepyheads get up."

it takes a real man to be a single mother. . . .

Affinity 15:

"Oh hey, what's your poison? Wait, I mean, morning! Man, I tried to take my friend's drink order when we were hanging out yesterday too, occupational hazard I guess."

Affinity 16:

"A mission? I'm good, thanks though! Oh hey, you should invite Lyca! He'd totally be into that!"

Lyca also probably needs them to pass the grade lol

Affinity 17:

"No way, look at the time! Wish I could keep listening to you talk... Wanna stay over?"

Affinity 18:

"Oh man, I'm sorry! I'm closing early, I've got plans with a friend tonight. It'd be awesome if you could come by tomorrow!"

Affinity 19:

"Congrats on making it through another day, {PC}! I seriously admire you for working so hard. You're not doing this all for me, are you?"

Affinity 20:

"Morning! Whoa, you wanna help me with the housework, {PC}? It's all good, thanks though! The thought's more than enough for me."

c'mon, refusing help at affinity 20? let the pc be your little helper at least!

Affinity 21:

"Obscuary looks like it'd be full of downers, but it's actually pretty lively in there, right? Not gonna lie, I def prefer it that way."

Affinity 22:

"Lyca's an open book, but the flip side is he says the darndest things... I feel like watching him is bad for my heart..."

he talks so much about his teammates, he really is such a mom. . . .

Affinity 23:

"My eyes are red? Huh, that's weird... Oh yeah, I was cutting onions just now when I was preparing the appetizers for the bar!"

. . .idk this is pretty high affinity. . .you were crying about something weren't you rui. . .or romeo paid you in weed and you were getting tweaked up in the back of the bar

Affinity 24:

"Oh, don't worry about me, I always sleep late! I'm down to chat till you drift off to dreamland."

Affinity 25(max):

"Sometimes I wish I could've met you as a regular guy. I guess you wouldn't have given me the time of day if I had though, ahaha."

is it just me or. . .does it feel like he gets a little more distant as his affinity gets higher? like after affinity 17 it feels like he gets a little less flirty and a little more at arms length. . .like he knows his feelings are getting so strong that he might not be able to resist touching you, but he's too scared to do it even with the gloves on. . .so he tries to keep you a little further away. . .and then he admits it, he wishes he could be with you like a normal person, but if he were just some flirt in the street none of this would have ever happened. Poor Rui, he's cursed to be beloved but unable to give love how he wants in return.

Spring:

"Oh man, so nice... The weather's like perfect this time of year, right? Wish we could just chill like this forever."

"Man, you wouldn't even know it was spring with how bleak it is in Obscuary! Aren't there any cuter anomalous plants out there?"

"I feel like Ed's getting more senile every day... Maybe I should confiscate his tablet."

"So, what do you think of my spring-inspired cocktail? Almost as cute as you, right? I'm gonna add it to the menu!"

Summer:

"C'mon! It's summer, how can the sun never rise in Obscuary!? I wanna get a tan!"

"It's not summer if you don't hit the beach! I used to go all the time back when I surfed. And then I'd pick up girls on my way home... Just kidding, I promise!"

why 'just kidding' lolol you're not together! this relationship is not monogamous even if you were!

"Ta-da! I've got sparklers! Fireworks are fun and all, but there's something special about holding a light that only sparkles for a hot moment."

"It's so hot out, I bet the bar's gonna be a ghost town... Guess I'll send Harurin and Romi a PR message!"

reaching out to the local population of alcoholic ghouls to remind them to give him business lol

Autumn:

"There's so many dead leaves this time of year, it's a nightmare keeping on top of them! But you can use them to make a fire and roast stuff. Gotta look on the brights!"

"Hey {PC}, when are you free? I have a date idea for us—a romantic walk to admire the fall leaves! I'll pack us a lunch!"

"Oh damn! You look so cute all bundled up like that, {PC}! We've gotta take a selfie together!"

direct contrast to romeo who sees you in winterwear and calls you a fat slug kekw

"That piano anomaly makes the soundtrack for the bar! The song picks really tug at the heartstrings, right?"

Winter:

"You're a little late today, huh? If you can't get up in the cold, I could be your alarm!"

just gotta be really loud since he'd be too afraid to touch you awake, since he actually wants you to y'know wake up--

"Oh man, how is Lyca so full of energy when it's this cold? You should take him to Frostheim and see if he runs around in the snow like a puppy."

rui pointing at lyca: that dog is my son please take care of him

"Nothing like winter to make you miss the warmth of human touch... Oh, I'm good! Just getting to talk like this is all I need!"

BBY WE ARE ALL BUNDLED UP. YOU CAN HUG YOU'VE BOTH PROBABLY GOT ON AT LEAST TWO LAYERS JUST DON'T TOUCH FACES.

"Here, this Rui-original hot cocktail will warm you up! I'll blow on it for you, free of charge!"

is this the next step after gamer bathwater. host club host breath.

His birthday:

"Yeah, it's my birthday today! Oh damn, you're gonna celebrate it with me!? No way, I'm like, super touched right now!!"

Your birthday:

"{PC}... Happy birthday!! C'mon, birthday girl, sit down and chill out! This is your day, you should take it easy!"

New Years:

"Happy New Year! Want to start the year off on a high and come on a shrine date with me?"

Valentine's Day:

"Oh damn, are these for me? My heart! Is this your way of professing your love to me? Do I have a shot here?"

White Day:

"Ta-da! Happy White Day! This is for you! What's inside? You've gotta open it and find out!"

April Fool's Day:

"Guess what!? I finally broke my curse! Let's hold hands... just kidding! April Fools!"

this feels more like a joke on him than on you. . .a mean one at that lol

Halloween:

"Happy happy happy Halloween!! Trick or treat! Obviously I'm picking trick, ahaha!"

Christmas:

"Merry Christmas, {PC}! Oh man, I must be like, super blessed to get to spend it with you!"

Idle:

"Hey, hey, hey! We finally get to spend some time together, it's illegal to take your eyes off me!"

"{PC}? You seem kind of busy, guess I'll take this chance to get some work done…"

Absent:

"{PC}, you're back! I was worried you'd forgotten about me!!"

he's so flirty and clingy, but also he can't be clingy because he's scared you'll die if he touches you, even if he's wearing gloves. . .also surely your curse would cancel out his? Then again I'm sure a reaper i stronger than any other [living] anomaly out there. . . .

but. yeah. rui's a darling haha he just. he's another one of the 'i just wanna be a regular person, i wanna go back to normal' characters whose desire to just be a guy makes him special in a more fantastical world. i'm really looking forward to seeing the Obscuary chapter--probably like a month away, right? 'u'

#tokyo debunker #rui mizuki #danie yells answers #danie yells with anons #danie yells at tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker spoilers #datamining cw #why am i exhausted lol

[motheatenscarf]

Amidst all the James Somerton fallout, I think it's important to remember not to moralize whether or not you or others fell for his grift.

Obviously, if you were rallied into being one of his attack dogs on social media when he put some pretty heinous hits out on people, uh. You might have other problems and should probably evaluate how you spend your time online and how you treat other people before you start caring about the rest of the points I'm about to make. Priorities, etc.

But for the rest of us, it's surprisingly easy to miss just how awful a creator can be.

If you only watched his videos that caught your interest, if you don't really follow creators on social media, if you skip livestreams because watching Some Guy talk unfiltered into a bad camera angle with shitty lighting for hours on end sounds like a fucking nightmare to you, you're not really gonna catch most of this shit. At least, you're not gonna catch most of it from any perspective but the one he tries to spin.

This is a reminder to be skeptical and to trust your gut and check sources if something sounds wrong, but also. Uh. That's still the creator's responsibility not to plagiarize and to fact check their work. You're not morally obligated to be as thorough in curating your experience as someone who is making sure they take every ethical precaution before absolutely destroying a "creator's" credibility in a video like H-Bomb's or Todd in the Shadows'. You're literally just some guy. Most people, myself included, watch these videos as background noise while doing at minimum one other task, you're not gonna google every damn thing he says, especially not on media analysis, where the POINT is to have one's own opinion. THEY'RE the ones trying to be "influencers," or, laughably, "creators." The standards are on them.

And for the isms, phobias, and misogyny, well. Frankly, for my own perspective, I gaslight myself all the damn time when I see red flags. Good Allyship™ has been telling me for years to ignore my own discomfort when someone criticizes a privileged group, especially one I'm a part of. I'm a cis asexual white-passing and probably neuroatypical woman, I am constantly trying to be aware of my own relative privilege while simultaneously doubting my own reaction to things. Despite this, I'd still liked to think I'm a skeptical person, but nobody's immune to everything. Everybody has weak spots.

If you got duped or fell for James' scam, that sucks. I feel ya. I fell for it too, I've seen probably 40% of his catalog over the last couple years and really liked what I'd seen. I recommended his channel and videos to people even if I didn't always agree with every point he made, but it felt important to at least consider what to me seemed like a unique perspective that had value or added to a conversation. There are red flags within his content, his analysis, his rate of publishing, his weird diatribes, that in retrospect, really all added up into things I should have known better than to ignore. But, for reasons I'm interrogating and am adding to my list of things to be aware of about myself, I didn't ignore them, and got grifted. I donated to his patreon a few times, probably gave him like $20 grand total over the years, about as much as I've given H Bomb. The important take away here isn't to be ashamed of the fact that you were fooled, it's to remember that you're fallible.

And it's good to recognize that about yourself. Everyone is, and the ones who say they aren't are lying. They're either gonna be the next person to feel really stupid and foolish when they fall for a scam, or are themselves the grifter.

No one is immune.

#James Somerton

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Twitter found your posts about Firelady Katara, and they are being really rude about it. It's super annoying, I'm sorry

Anon, I appreciate the heads up & the nice sentiment! In the future though, I’d prefer not to know about how people react to my posts unless they’re being very nice. I don’t want to engage with negativity & smoothbrain takes, but I am VERY easily tempted lmao. My background in competitive debate / academia / leftist politics means I’m extremely argumentative, but I know nothing good comes out of Internet arguments so I need help ignoring antis. 

Anyway it’s helpful for me to remember that I’m in the Zutara fandom because I love to see people inspiring each other to create things. I’ve read so many wonderful metas, feasted my eyes on incredible fan art and edits, laughed at funny posts, foamed at the mouth over epic fics, and generally have been in awe of what this fandom has produced over the years. I mean…we’ve had colouring books! An EP! Animatics where Dante Basco himself lent his voice! This fandom has been around since before I was allowed to use the family computer and it’s so cool to me that it’s still thriving. By contrast, reacting snarkily to content that other people create is like…the opposite of generative and does nothing to better a community — which is why I fundamentally don’t care for antis and don’t want them to be part of my fandom experience. Anyone can make their half-baked opinion known online, but it takes spirit and dedication to create things you like for your ship. Anyway here’s a reminder that ZK Big Bang signups are still open for one more week! I still haven’t decided which role I want to play in this event but I encourage everyone to sign up! 

#zutara #pro zutara #ily ZK fandom #can i ask you a question?

[envysparkler]

okay, imagine everyone gets the Robins mixed up.  look, it’s hard, their color themes are all too similar, two of them have ‘red’ in their name and two of them have ‘robin’ in their name, and apparently one of them was a girl, and honestly this is too much background reading to be a goon.  and it doesn’t really matter if you get their names mixed up, because it will inevitably end with you beaten unconscious and ziptied to a telephone pole.  can’t keep things straight with a concussion anyway.

so, fic where a random group of thugs decides to kidnap a Robin and sell them off to their nemesis.  only they get the Robins wrong.  every time.

Hood squints up at Deathstroke.  Deathstroke stares down at him.  “in which universe does this look like Nightwing to you?”  “he’s got wings on his chest!”  “that’s a bat, you moron.”  “oh, uh--wait, where are you going?”  “you managed to snag the one Bat that’s not opposed to killing, and I’m not going to sit around here and wait while he blows this warehouse up.”  “but we searched him--urk!”  the warehouse explodes when Deathstroke is two blocks away.

Red Robin groans and pulls himself off the floor of the warehouse.  Black Mask makes a hissed growl.  “you got the wrong Red, you utter moron!”  “s-sorry, but you said--”  “I gave you a very clear description!  I said red helmet!  does this idiot look like he has a red helmet to you?”  Red Robin yawns, politely covering his mouth.  none of the goons notice that his hands are free.  “what am I supposed to do with this skinny-ass creativity-challenged kid, huh?”  snick of a bo staff extending.  “oh,” Red Robin smiles, “I have a few ideas.”  screams.

Spoiler stares unblinking.  Ra’s al Ghul stares back, also unblinking.  the cave glitters with green light.  there is a marble chessboard between them.  “would you like a game?”  “sure, sounds like fun!”  both of them ignore the screams of the hapless goons in the background.

Robin snarls like a vengeful rattlesnake, trussed up with a giant bow on his head.  Cluemaster fights the urge to break something.  “I’m sorry, but which one of you idiots identified this kid as my daughter?”  “I--we--um--”  “he’s the wrong age, gender, race--”  “we didn’t want to assume!”  “aw, how progressive of you!”  everyone looks up.  Nightwing is perched there, smiling.  Batman is perched there, not smiling.  “oh shit--”

Deathstroke stares upward, as though searching for patience.  “you called me here, wasting my considerably expensive time, to tell me that you have Robin.”  “yessir.”  “why do you think I give a flying fuck about Robin?”  “you--you hate the Teen Titans, right?”  “that was ten years ago--you know what, fuck it, fine, show me the kid.”  the goons haul in Nightwing.  Deathstroke stares, and then smiles.  “well, what do you know, you idiots finally managed to get your Robins right.”  the goons perk up.  “so you’ll buy him?”  Deathstroke unsheathes his sword.

“oh, I didn’t say that.”

#fic ideas #robins and their villains #kidnapping #poor goons #just trying to make a paycheck #sladick #a sprinkle #because you know I can't resist

[hippolotamus]

Hello friends, work has been kicking my ass and I am soooooo behind on tags. I am slowly but surely catching up and looking forward to reading all the things! So, small confession... I've been reworking pieces of come close (let me be home) so some of the snippets might look familiar from before. Hoping the writing beans will soon allow me to make new words. Until then, have this Eddie and Christopher moment before the first ball (all prev snippets here) 😘

“This awful, cursed thing— Argh!” Eddie drops the ends of his bowtie in frustration. It’s not like he even wants to attend this wretched ball tonight. Least of all to placate his mother.

It would be different if he were going as someone who could casually stand in the background, sipping lemonade and observing his surroundings. If only it were that simple. Instead he’s expected to not only be there, but socialize, dance, and interact with potential partners. How is he meant to choose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with – someone to care for his son – based on how well they can perform the quadrille or regurgitate meaningless facts? It’s utter insanity.

“Daddy?” The timid voice reaches out from behind him.

Eddie turns to see Christopher hovering in the doorway, watching intently. The welcome sight is enough for the weight of tonight’s expectations to fall away, finally allowing him to breathe. He goes to his son, picking him up and drinking in the surprised sound.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

Christopher’s nose scrunches in amusement at the endearment before he gets a very serious look on his face. “Can I come with you?”

“I wish,” Eddie huffs out a humorless laugh. “It would make things way more interesting. Although, honestly, I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Why don’t you then?” Christopher blinks owlishly behind his glasses.

Eddie envies his youthful ignorance for not yet understanding the pressures and politics of adulthood. He sighs and rubs his temple with his free hand, trying to think of an explanation that isn’t an outright lie. With everything that’s happened in Christopher’s short life, Eddie always strives to be honest with him.

“Well, because,” he stretches the words out as his brain continues to configure them into an acceptable arrangement. “I– promised your abuela I would go.”

Chris nods thoughtfully, seeming to accept the answer he’s been given. But, of course, he’s always been more perceptive than Eddie gives him credit for.

“Is this because Abuela wants me to have a new mom?” His voice is quieter, the tone colored with hesitation. Eddie wants to somehow pull him closer, to carve a space beneath his ribs to keep him safe.

“Not a new one, exactly. You know that no one could ever replace your mother. This would be someone else to love and take care of you.”

“But I thought that’s why we have Carla,” Chris protests.

Eddie chuckles at his son’s logic and thinks he might be the one person who could match wits with Helena Diaz. “You’re right. She does both of those things. Carla loves and cares about you very much. It’s just… your abuela has some different ideas. She’s a little stuck in the past sometimes.”

“Okay.” Christopher grins brightly, removing any traces of his serious persona. “Then I hope you have fun and find someone nice for us.”

“Me, too, bud. Me, too.”

Eddie’s brought back to reality when his valet announces the carriage is ready. He presses a kiss to Christopher’s temple and gently sets him on the floor. “Be good for Carla?”

“I’m always good for Carla.” Christopher proudly puffs out his chest.

“Of course. How could I forget?” Eddie teases. “I must be remembering a different little boy that got covered in mud while playing and had to be scrubbed clean.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “One time,” he mumbles.

Eddie snorts as he jogs down the staircase, hoping in vain to burn off some of his nervous energy that’s returned. His cloak is nearly arranged when Christopher calls from the upper floor.

“Daddy! Your tie!”

Right. Eddie sighs and makes a final attempt to knot the material together in front of the hall mirror. Miraculously he makes it in one pass this time and turns with a flourish so Christopher can make his assessment.

His son beams down at him with a toothy grin. “Be good for Abuela!”

Eddie responds with an exaggerated bow, drinking in the giggle that floats down. He snaps it up, like something he could keep in his pocket. A protective barrier from whatever he might have to face tonight. With a heavy sense of dread sitting like a stone in his stomach, Eddie waves goodbye and walks outside to the carriage. As he steps up to the plush, velvet, forest green bench, he wishes it felt less like marching to the Tower of London.

“Ready, sir?” His driver asks from the front.

No. “Ready.”

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#long snip today #because i crave validation #plus eddie and chris are just the best #buddie wip #fic: come close (let me be home) bridgerton #hippo writes

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Daring to be truthful (Eddie Munson x Reader fluff)

Thanks to this text post from @mcbeanzontoast I had to write a little something about it so here it is. 

Word Count:1,584

Warnings:Badly written fluff, games of truth or dare, nosebleeds (but nothing graphic don’t worry), confessions of love, best friends to lovers, don’t think I’m missing anything? but let me know if I am so I can tag it

It was Steve’s idea to host a get-together for the group, shared trauma brought people together or something like that, you reasoned. The drinks had been steadily flowing as the group settled down in front of the huge tv that resided in the Harrington’s spacious living room. Steve had brought a few tapes home with him after his shift at family video and somewhere between Top Gun followed by Labyrinth, which was an odd route to go down for a movie night, but everyone seemed to go along with it nonetheless. Nancy and Jonathan had snuck away after she had climbed down from her space curled into him on his lap. It wasn’t long before he was hot on her heels, quietly tip-toeing out of the room with a blush rising to his cheeks.

With the happy couple now gone, it was only you, Robin, Steve and Eddie in the living room. The sounds of the movie now going largely ignored, fading into background noise. 

Robin downs the last few sips of beer from her bottle as she speaks up

“Let’s play truth or dare” she suggests, her freckled features rosy with the buzz of alcohol.  

“What are we, twelve years old or something?” Steve scoffs, taking a sip from his bottle.

“Scared of a little game, Stevie?” Robin teases.

“Alright then, I’m game if everyone else is. God knows I don’t have anything to hide.” Steve professed.

“Okay then, Steve..” you turn to look up at him from where you sat on the floor. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth” 

“Is it true that you use Farrah Fawcett hairspray?” you snickered as you asked him the question.

“Jill? from Charlie’s Angels?” Robin squawked out between laughs.

Steve’s face burned bright red, how did you know about that?

“I bet Dustin told you, didn’t he. That kid couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it” Steve started.

“Actually, I told her.” Eddie speaks up. “Admittedly after Dustin told me. You know I can’t be keeping secrets from my best friend, right?” he chuckles, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

“So it’s true?” Robin asked.

“Yeah..Yeah laugh it up, alright. It’s true” he confesses, ducking his head down with a small laugh of his own.

“Truth or dare?” Eddie asks you from where he’s lounging in one of the living room’s big sofa chairs.

“Truth.” Eddie practically knew everything about you anyway, this was going to be easy.

“What was the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asks you, his grin stretching across his lips. Fucker. Eddie knew all too well of the story of the worst date of your life, remembering how you told him how your date had not only showed up 20 minutes late with no explanation or reason why, and that he then proceeded to talk all about his ex-girlfriend, and how he’s probably still be with her if she hadn’t found about the other girl he was secretly seeing behind her back. Needless to say there wasn’t a second date.

“Oh my god! That’s awful! Sounds like you dodged a bullet there, y/nl” Robin chuckled.

“Yeah it was all downhill from the moment he opened his mouth” you joined in, laughing at your own story.

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The night went on like that, swapping stories, like how Robin was almost late for band practise because she had been making out with Vickie in the school’s auditorium, or the fact that Eddie on more than one occasion had been completely wasted whilst performing on stage at the hideout. 

As well as challenging each other to do increasing stupid dares. Watching Steve try to swallow an entire spoonful of cinnamon had been a particularly amusing highlight of yours.

But Robin, who, at this point was not handling her drink very well, had dared Eddie to show-off his best metal head-banging, things had taken a turn.

The force with how much Eddie was showing off his best head-banging air guitar routine, had caused Eddie to have a nose bleed.

By now Robin was stumbling around and Steve had made the executive decision to wrangle her from where she was standing on wobbly legs on the couch cushions of the sofa.

"Are sure you guys are gonna be okay down here whilst I try to get this one to bed?" Steve asked as he held up Robin's swaying frame.

"I've got it from here Steve, you go look after Robin" You assured, watching as Steve carefully manoeuvred his friend up the stairs, before taking Eddie by the hand and leading him into the Harrington’s kitchen.

“Here..” you say, handing him a bunch of tissues. “Tip your head forward and pinch your nose. That should help stop the bleeding” you say.

“Thanks, you don’t have to help me, I’ll be alright.” he muffles from behind the tissues scrunched up under his nose.

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help and look after you when you needed it, huh?” you smiled at him.

After a while, Eddie’s nosebleed seemed to have stopped. With a cool damp cloth you begin to clean away the dried blood from his face.

“Y’know I never got to ask you the truth question I wanted to ask you” you say whilst dabbing the cloth against his skin.

“I don’t think that’s quite how truth or dare works, sweetheart.” Eddie teases. “I think I’m supposed to choose?”

“Okay, I know but can I ask you my question anyway?” you ask hopefully, bright eyes looking up at him.

“You can ask me anything, no secrets between us, right?” That wasn't strictly true. He did have one secret, one that he kept very close to his heart. That secret was just how big of a crush that he had on you. You two had been friends for as long as he can remember. Wherever Eddie went you followed and vice versa. It wasn’t often one of you was seen without the other. He never wanted to ruin the friendship that you two had, that relationship was one of the most important things in his life, but he couldn’t help his heart ruling his head, and the thoughts of holding you close and kissing your lips came to mind more often than he’d care to admit to.

However, what Eddie wasn’t aware of was that despite all his pining over you, and trying to keep his affections for you hidden, you very much loved him in the same way. 

Maybe it was childish to think of your best friend like that. Daydreaming about holding his hand, going on dates to the movies and kissing his lips whenever you wanted, but you couldn’t help it. Eddie Munson had been it for you ever since you’d first laid eyes on him all those years ago. 

“What’s something you would do if you knew there would be no consequences?” you asked.

Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol, or the comfort of being in such close proximity to you, but as usual, Eddie’s mouth was moving faster than his brain could keep up with. Without hesitation, he blurts out,

“Kiss you.” 

The boldness of his answer shocks you for a moment. That’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear from him, your heart racing from the thrill of it all.

“I dare you.” you whisper, not quite yet trusting your own voice. “Kiss me.”

He leans down to you, cupping your cheek in his large hand, his clunky metal rings are a welcomed chill against the flush of your heated skin. His big brown eyes look deep in yours before he closes the gap between the two of you. 

He tentatively presses his lips to yours in an delicate exploratory kiss, the tip of his nose slightly bumping against yours. His lips are surprisingly soft, with just the slightly bitter tang of beer. You can’t help but smile against his lips, having dreamed about kissing for so long and now it was actually happening, setting the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. You never wanted it to end.

He pulls away from you, his brown eyes are soft on you as his smile spreads across his lips.

“Y’know, since we’re being all truthful and shit..I’m gonna be honest here and say I’ve always wanted to do that.” Eddie confesses.

“Well I suppose I owe you the truth, too. I’ve always wanted to kiss you too...” you say looking down to your feet, shyly. “..But more than that, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, Eddie.” you finish, looking up to him hopefully.

“Well you know I don’t just go around kissing girls without it meaning something to me, sweetheart..” he says with a smile. “I love you too, have been ever since I laid eyes on you.” 

“So what does that make us now? Because I don’t think I can go back to being just friends.”

“Well how about we try being boyfriend and girlfriend?” Eddie offered. He’d wanted to call you his girlfriend for so long that the only title felt natural to him.

“Yeah I like the sound of that, Eds” 

“Only if we can still be best friends too. Don’t think that because you’re my girlfriend now, that doesn’t mean you’re not still my best friend.” he assured.

“I’d like that Ed.” you perch up on your tip-toes to press one more quick kiss to his lips. “I’d like that a lot.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @i-me-mine @harringtons-cupid @seatnights

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female reader fluff

[lostinlewis]

Are you in the mood for angst/cheating tonight?? 😭

Im currently listening to moth to a flame and the lyrics “does he know you call me when he sleeps, does he know the pictures that you keep..” is so stuck on my head. Could you try to base something on that.. lmao?😭

Baby, you know I am always in the mood for angst hehe...I wanted to make this toxic but instead it is just filled with angst.

Mature.

Words: 2.2k

It had become quite the ritual that as you sat across the dining room table from a man you considered to be the great love of your life, the man who brought you peace in a life built from chaos, a man who let you escape from it all and gave you the shelter to really be you, that your phone would be a distraction that neither one of you could ignore; your husband had a knack for knowing when to ruin the mood. 

“Answer it, it might be important…” 

There was an annoyance in Lewis’ voice that you couldn’t ignore, a tone that was quite the contradiction to his words. Sure, he was telling you to answer your husband's call but he was also telling you that if you did, it would come at the cost of his happiness. The great battle you fought constantly, keeping your lover happy whilst also playing the role of someone's wife too. 

“Sorry, I’ll make it quick I promise.” 

You left your seat in a hurry, waiting until you left the room before you answered what was now the fifth call of the hour, careful to not let your husband even so much hear Lewis’ breath in the same room as you, should it raise suspicions. 

“What’s wrong?” 

It was silent in the background of the call and for a moment you wondered if you had been caught, if he was calling to confront you about your illicit affair, or even if the man you were legally tied to was doing the same as you, standing in the house that wasn’t his own as his lover sat in a room nearby, not that you even cared. 

“The babysitter called, she has to leave in an hour, can you make it home in time?” 

You felt a sunken feeling in the pit of your stomach, you had been so looking forward to this night having not been able to get away for close to a month now, the need to be alone with Lewis for the night, for the whole night, had become quite overwhelming recently. 

“I don’t know, can’t you?” 

Your words were pathetic really, of course you could make it home in time but you didn’t want to, not a single part of you wanted to go home, to go back to your normal life, you had only just gotten a taste of freedom, a reminder of who you were when you weren’t mum and when you weren’t someones wife, surely you deserved a night off too?

“Babe I am at a work function you know how important my job is-” 

Your husband hadn’t stopped his sentence short, Lewis’ hands on your hips from behind forced you to stop listening. As you held the phone loosely to your ear now, you felt his lips tease the nape of your neck, ever so softly placing kisses on every inch of your bare skin whilst his hands began to roam across the material of your dress, cupping a breast with one hand as the other drew lines of seduction across your midriff. 

“Hello? Are you still there?” 

It was your husband's voice that brought you back to reality harshly, no longer had the touch from the man standing behind you kept you hostage in his world, you were given such a harsh reminder of the world in which you actually resided, a world in which you had grown to resent. 

“Sorry, yes…The signal is bad I think…Do I really need to go home?” 

There was an element of desperation in your voice now, pleading with him to grant you permission to escape for just a little longer despite how awful what you were doing was, you felt it was the least you deserved. 

“Tell him you’re not leaving…” 

Lewis whispered the words into your free ear, barely audible yet it scared you all of the same. Pulling away from him, you turned to face him instead and saw the look of darkness in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let you leave easily. 

“Okay fine, I will say my goodbyes and head home…yeah sure, see you tomorrow.” 

There were no niceties, no signs of affection when it came to your husband, that had long since disappeared if it was ever really there at all. 

“I’m sorry Lewis, I-I-” 

Not allowing you to finish the sentence, he pulled you to him once more, resting both hands on your hips as he kissed you with a passion you had only ever felt with him. 

“Do you want to go?” 

His words tickled against your lips as he dared you to leave him when he could taste how desperately you wanted to be with him. 

“No, but-” 

“Baby we don’t do buts around here, come with me…” 

Lewis took you by the hand and gave you no option but to follow him down his seemingly never ending hallway, a silence only broken by your footsteps and weighted with anticipation breaths. 

“Sit with me.” 

Inviting you into his body with an outstretched arm, Lewis laid back on the corner of his sofa, space enough for two. 

“But I have to go…” 

His smile was unwavered by your admission, still he asked you to join him on the sofa with his open body, how could you ever refuse?

“When you are here with me there is nothing you have to do, everything is a choice baby…” 

Lewis welcomed your body against his warmly, wrapping his arms around your entirety, he pulled you closer to him somehow. 

“...Give me ten more minutes with you and then I will drive you home myself.” 

He wasn’t waiting for permission, not now that his time with you had been cut so short. Lewis unwrapped his arms from you as his lips met your neck once more, his hand dancing down the inside of your thigh to so carefully pull them apart. 

“I hate that I have to share you with him…” 

Your eyes were closed and your breath was laboured as you felt every single nerve in your body stand on edge, your senses driven mad by the touch of his soft lips against your neck and his fingers gently stroking the outside of your panties. 

“I hate that I only ever get to love you in secret…” 

A gasp left your lips as you felt the pad of his finger tease through your folds with the aim to find the spot that always made you putty in his hands, and he found it with ease. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he stroked circles that told of how much of an expert he was in your pleasure, no longer could he multitask with kisses, he could now only watch your face contort with deep satisfaction, he looked on with pride mixed with love, knowing that in that very moment in time you were his, only his. 

“You know I will wait for you as long as it takes…look at you, so beautiful…I will wait for you always.”

His words felt like a soft poem being read to keep you teetering on earth whilst his touch dared you to rise above it. You were never one to care for religion, nor were you particularly spiritual, but in that moment, when you were at your most vulnerable with Lewis, you felt he was a God, it was the only way to explain how a man could know your body and know how to make you feel better than even you could. 

“I don’t want to let you cum baby, I want to keep you here for as long as possible…” 

It still amazed you that he knew when orgasm was close without you ever telling him, but he knew, he always knew. 

“Please…please…oh my-please…” 

You begged him for release, you begged him to make you feel like only he could, but at the same time you were begging him to let you go. 

“I want to let you baby, I really do…but I don’t want you to go, I want you here with me…always.” 

The moan you let out as you felt his words penetrate your skin was born from pleasure but mostly frustration. You needed a release, sure, but most of all you needed him to know that there was not a single part of you that wanted to leave him too. 

“Please…” 

It was that plea that did it, the singular plea that was more of a whimper than a word. Neither one of you were sure who exactly you were asking for more, the orgasm or the permission to go home, but either way, Lewis knew he could keep you no longer. 

“There you go baby, there you fucking go…” 

His voice was husk with admiration now, the weight of his desire to be inside you made the words catch in his throat as he watched you fall apart right there in his lap, the ability to both make you lose control and to provide you shelter to do so unabashed made him burst with pride. 

“Thank you, Lewis.” 

Your voice was nothing more than a tired whisper now, words you forced yourself to speak through sheer emotional exhaustion as you stayed wrapped in the loving arms of the man who promised you a world you would never be able to live in. 

-

Lewis had given you a moment to freshen up alone, allowing you to fix your hair and your dress in the bathroom shielded from his view, knowing that you always took a while to readjust to the ‘other’ you once you had been with him but also knowing how crucial it was that you did. 

It took you by surprise that he was still sitting in the state you had left him in, typing away on his phone, not in any way looking like he was ready to leave the house. 

“Did you change your mind? Should I call a cab?” 

It was then that Lewis stood, it was then that you noticed it was your phone he had in your hand not his, and there was a look of intent on his face as he handed it to you. 

“No need, I spoke with your husband, you’re not leaving.” 

You felt your world crash down around you as his words registered. What had he done? 

“You what? Lewis, fuck…why would you do this?” 

You saw the look in his eyes that told you he was toying with the idea of letting you stew a little longer, like there was a little part of him that enjoyed your distress, as if it was akin to revenge for how often you put him last.

“Relax, I messaged him as if I was you. I told him you had car trouble and that the mechanic wasn’t going to be able to get to you until morning and so you had to stay the night with a friend…” 

The smile on his face was smug, like he was ahead in a competition and the prize, you, was closer than ever to being his. 

“You have no right to do that.”

Shocked by the annoyance in your voice, Lewis screwed up his face as he looked at you. 

“Well it was the only way I could get you to stay here, I thought you’d be happy, I thought you wanted to be here?” 

“I do…of course I do…just, you’re not like him, you don’t try to control me, what if he guessed that it wasn’t me that was messaging him? What if he found out about you?” 

Lewis rolled his eyes ever so slightly as he took you by your waist once more. 

“Then I guess I would finally have you all to myself…” 

“It’s not as easy as that, you know it isn’t. I have a life, I have kids…I can’t just leave that all behind because I am in love with the man who I happened to meet last.” 

“I would never ask you to leave any of that behind baby, what you have is what you are and I would love and accept your life and your kids as if they were my own.” 

“I can’t leave him, Lewis…I can’t…” 

Pulling you into a hug the very moment he saw the upset on your face, not allowing the tear that slid down your cheek to land anywhere but on his shirt, Lewis held you as if the words you had not yet spoken weighed you down terribly. 

“I know you are not ready to leave him, I know. I told you I would wait for you and I will, I will wait for you forever if that is what it takes, but just know the moment you are ready, this…all of this…” 

He signalled to the house that you were both standing in as he spoke, a symbol of all that his world really was.

“...will be ready to welcome you home. I have so much space for you, for your kids…I have so much love to give too. And maybe you will never be ready to leave him, maybe the thought of it is a little too scary, but I will wait for you nevertheless. I will wait for you right here, ready for the chance to love you how you truly deserve, finally.” 

#LHex

[criminalmindswhore]

Praying

This is definitely going to give off 2014 Wattpad vibes but sue me I guess.

Basically, Emily finds out you can sing during a random karaoke night with the team.

After the case you just had, hearing Morgan say, "Drinks when we land?" was music to your ears. You needed a whiskey as soon as possible to wash down the bad taste in your mouth. This case was full of bad fathers who spent years ignoring their mistakes. It made you sick and felt too close to home. Your own dad treated you awful your entire life just to act like nothing ever happened when you were an adult.

As soon as the plane landed you were en route to the bar, Rossi and Hotch being the designated drivers. In your work clothes still, you all filled into a booth at the bar closest to the BAU. Your blazer is long discarded into your go bag, sleeves rolled up on your button-up. Emily could sense your anger from a mile away, holding your hand under the table to let you know she knew. Emily knew about your relationship with your parents and from the second the case was presented it would mess with your head.

Penelope slid into the booth beside you as she met you guys there, "Guys, it's karaoke night!" She beamed with excitement as she filled out the slip to get in line. "Hey, Pen hand me one." You smiled at the blonde as her mouth hung open, "Y/n! You've never sung in front of us before!" She handed you a slip and a pink pen from her purse. Emily looked at you confused. You jotted your name down and song choice, "I can take both of ours up there Penny."

As Penny finished absolutely rocking a Brittany song, you heard your name be called to sing. A knot formed in your stomach knowing the reaction that was to come from your performance but, singing always helped you cope so it was worth it, you hoped. Praying by Kesha started playing and the entire team immediately turned towards you. Penny smiling so big at you, phone out to record, Morgan staring at you with concern, and Emily. Your sweet Emily had moved to sit directly in front of the stage. She smiled at you sweetly as you started.

Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become

Tears welled in your eyes as your anger brew. Everyone in the bar was gone in your mind and, all that you saw was your dad. Screaming at you the day of your graduation, "You are never going to amount to anything."

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

JJ's mouth was wide open in awe. She knew you had theatre background but your voice was unexpected. Garcia reached over and grabbed Morgans's hand knowing the words were hitting him too.

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

At this point hot, angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, Emily's too. Emily with childhood trauma of her own, knew that yours was totally different and could not imagine treating a kid that way.

I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own, oh And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh When I'm finished, they won't even know your name

Your anger was peaking as you hit the note at the end of the bridge, not caring about the accuracy of the notes. It was never to sound good, or have a healthy belt but to get some sort of release. The voice of your dad ringing in your ears, "Again Y/N, hit the note. Now." The karaoke version skips part of the song sending you into overdrive to prep for the whistle note.

Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give

You felt your hands shaking with anger as you grabbed the mic, pulling it off the stand and taking in a deep breath. You wanted to hit this note so loud he could hear it back home. Remembering how he never saw any of your shows, it took you over the edge.

But some things only God can forgive

You hit the note perfectly, holding it as long as your lungs would allow you. A deep burning in your chest cut you off and you finally opened your eyes, making eye contact with Spencer from across the bar. His eyes were full of tears. The show of emotion from the regularly held-together genius made you cry harder,

Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

The last line came out as a whisper and you put the mic back in the stand. Stepping off the stage, Emily wrapped her arms around you. She pulled your face into her chest to shield you from the crowd as you cried. People cheered, clapped, and some even awed. You let it all out on her chest, your shaky arms barely holding her back. Emily rubbed your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, "Let it all our sweet girl." After you finished crying, she wiped the tears off your face, blowing slightly to help your face dry. "You ready to go sit down and drink your whiskey?" You nodded and smiled at her, grateful for the woman you got.

Garcia was fast to stand up and engulf you in a hug, her phone still recording on the table, "Pen! You filmed me?" She smiled and wiped a tear away, "Well I tried but I got too emotional." Derek had a smug look on his face. You slid back into the booth now sandwiched between him and Emily. You took a swig from your glass letting the burning cold liquid soothe your now, sore throat. "What Morgan?" He chuckled and held his beer up to you, "I knew you had a secret talent Y/N, you were too boring." You scoffed at him as everyone laughed. Emily grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, "Seriously honey, you have a wonderful voice." You smiled at her, nothing but love in your gaze.

Hotch finally spoke up, "We love you YN, you know that right?" He had a slight smile toying on his lips. You looked at him, "I do. You and Rossi have become the parts of a father I never got and I cannot thank you for it enough." He finally smiled fully and Rossi patted your back. Penelope finally broke the serious undertones of the conversation, "So Y/N I want to hear all about your past roles, right now." Side conversations started as you told Pen about every role, every show, and every mishap of rehearsals. Emily just stared at you, so glad you finally were sharing this side of you, even if it wasn't intentional.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #derek morgan #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau

[littleoddwriter]

Hello. I am so happy that you've started your journey to a happier and truer you.

I was wondering if you could write a Mark Hoffman fic with a male reader where the reader is another Jigsaw apprentice but unlike Amanda they try to be civil with Mark and try not to be rude. They are generally a nice/civil person so Mark starts to wonder how/why they even became a Jigsaw apprentice. Mark questions(more like interrogates) the reader and it turns out they were failed by the justice system and wanted revenge(how they were failed is up to you). Mark's reaction is up to you as well

Why Are You Here? | Mark Hoffman & Male!Reader (Platonic/Pre-Relationship)

Hey there! Thank you so much!!! <3 And thanks for the request (and waiting so patiently), I hope you like what I did with it! summary; See above. notes; Male!Reader (can be read gender neutral); Jigsaw Apprentices; Mentions of Past Abuse & Murder; Reader's ex was abusive.

Ko-Fi. Ao3.

All his life, Mark has had trust issues. It’s always just been him and his sister; and after her untimely death, his issues only became worse. He couldn’t trust anyone anymore, least of all himself. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. But it shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering that he failed to protect his sister. How could he ever trust himself again after failing and losing the only person that ever mattered to him?

After he’s been forced to help John Kramer, aka Jigsaw, Mark was always on edge. He couldn’t let anybody know, of course. Nobody at the police department could ever so much as get an inkling of what he was doing when he wasn’t at the station. 

So, when Jigsaw suddenly had a new apprentice, Mark was extremely cautious. He wasn’t good with people anyway. He didn’t get along with Amanda at all and never would. He found her obnoxious. But she’s been there for a while now, and Mark knew that she’d never do anything to sabotage John or his cause. Thus, Mark just ignored her as best as he could if he had to work with her.

He didn’t know what to think of the new one, though. Y/F/N Y/L/N. 

Of course, he’s already done a background check on you, but nothing came up. Nothing was sealed away from your youth, either. You didn’t even have a parking ticket. A law-abiding citizen. A goody two shoes, so to speak.

So, what the Hell were you doing here, working for a self-righteous murderer? 

For weeks, Mark worked alongside you. He didn’t say much and just went about his tasks stoically, while you were smiling at him, asking him kindly for tools, attempting to make small talk with him, and so on and so forth. It was aggravating at first. And then it became confusing because you couldn’t possibly be sincere with your kindness. Right? Eventually, he found himself… captivated by your demeanour. 

Nonetheless, he didn’t really acknowledge you most of the time, wordlessly handing you the things you asked for, or grunting in answer when you greeted him, asked him how his day’s been; things like that. 

After several weeks of this, though, he couldn’t quite let go of his curiosity, regarding your presence as Jigsaw’s apprentice. You were usually responsible for the machinery and mechanics, more so than Mark or Amanda were, now that John was too weakened to even lift up a hammer.

The two of you were alone, tinkering on a trap for the next game. John was in bed, somewhere down the halls of the warehouse, sleeping. And Amanda was near him, hovering over his sick, weakened self with a keen eye and deep anxiety. 

“Why are you here?” Mark asked bluntly after a few minutes of focusing on the task at hand. 

“What do you mean?” you retorted with a raised eyebrow, twisting a screw in tightly. 

“You know what I mean,” Mark grunted, annoyed, “What are you doing here, as a Jigsaw apprentice? You have no criminal record, no history. So, why?”

“You were checking up on me? Aw, Hoffman!” you teased him, avoiding his question. 

Huffing, Mark rolled his eyes at you. “Stop avoiding my question and just answer it,” he said lowly, but in a commanding tone, as though he was interrogating a suspect. 

For a moment, you turned away from him, twisting the pair of pliers in your hands. He could see the tension in your shoulders. And when you turned back to him, your jaw was clenched. 

“I’m here because our so-called justice system is utter bullshit. What John is doing may not be morally correct, but it’s a whole lot more just than the system,” you muttered darkly, tightening your hand around the pair of pliers to the point of your knuckles turning white. 

There was a pause before you continued. Clearly, it was difficult for you to speak about what exactly happened to you, and Mark felt a twinge of sympathy for you.

“My ex was an abusive piece of shit. Physical, emotional, psychological. You name it. He did it.” You exhaled sharply and shakily. “When I had the guts to call the police on his ass, they didn’t really do much. They said they couldn’t, but I knew why they refused to really help me. Because it certainly wasn’t the lack of evidence.

“I packed my essentials and left instead. I tried to go as far as I could with the little money and energy I had after he attacked me because of my call to the police. But he soon got a hold of me again, hurt and nearly killed the people who tried to help me, who gave me shelter. And then he almost did the same with me. I just got lucky there…” There were tears in your eyes, still unshed, but visible to Mark. 

“The police did come and apprehend him that time, but it didn’t stick for long. The trial failed because of a technicality. All I wanted was to get justice. To have him rot in prison for what he did to me and probably others before, and now after, me. Now, I only want revenge,” you finished your story. Mark couldn’t lie to himself. It hit him hard. 

“Then why didn’t I see any of this when I checked your records?” Mark asked after composing himself for a moment. He didn’t want to let you know how much your story affected him. Not yet, at least.

“I had to change my name and move states because of it all. That’s why you couldn’t find anything on me,” you responded simply. It made sense. Of course you’d be forced to do that with your ex running free. 

Mark nodded in acknowledgement of what you said. 

“I understand where you’re coming from,” he commented quietly, “After my sister, Angelina, was killed by her abusive boyfriend, I also wanted revenge. And I took it.” Mark surprised himself with how much he was telling you. 

The sympathy you felt for Mark was almost palpable to him. It made him feel sick, but deep down he knew he needed it, craved it, even. 

“Did it make you feel better?” you asked him softly.

“No,” was his simple answer. It was the truth. It didn’t feel good to kill Seth, and it didn’t fix anything. His sister was still dead, and he still blamed himself. “But maybe it’ll be different for you. Give you closure,” he added.

“Yeah, maybe,” you echoed quietly with a soft sigh. 

After that, both of you moved on from the conversation and simply continued working. All the while, Mark thought about what you told him. It explained why you were at least civil toward him. Your kindness wasn’t fake. He’s seen it a lot in his time as a police officer with the many abuse victims he had to deal with. 

Before you both parted ways that night, Mark put a hand on your shoulder and said, “I hope you’ll heal.”

He didn’t wait for your response, leaving before you could even open your mouth. 

#male reader #gender neutral reader #mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #saw franchise #saw fanfic #slashers #slasher community #fanfiction #fanfic #jesse.writes

[writerofadream]

Fairytale Ending? ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter One: And we're back welcome to another season I'm your host-

[In the new intro you and Duncan are passed out on a desk while there’s a whiteboard full of potential baby names that Izzy brainstormed]

As the bus pulled to a screeching stop, Duncan stepped out first. “Man, I missed the smell of the city.” He took a big breath in. You stepped out after him, your baby hump beginning to look noticeable.

“You know, what do you think the chances of this season affecting the baby?” He turned to look at you, concerned. “I think she’ll be fine, sweetheart.” You smiled, he was very overprotective about the child. 

“Hey mami! How’s the baby doing?” Izzy, now deemed E-Scope came up to you feeling ever rambunctious as she gave you a hug. “She’s doing fine, kiddo. Kicking more every day.” You smiled at the younger girl. 

“Aw, I’m so happy for you guys.” Bridgette came up squeezing Duncan’s shoulder and giving you a kiss on the cheek. A small smile appeared on your face at the girl’s appearance. 

Duncan smiled as Geoff ruffled his hair. The older boy wrapped his arms around your waist, feeling his daughter kick, and attacked your neck with kisses, before he snuggled his chin into the crook of your neck.

“I am not going to wait here for much longer.” Heather complained. “Little miss-rich is going to give up a million big ones?” You laughed in disbelief, causing Duncan to smile. 

Sooner rather than later Chris pulled up in a log bus, he gave you a sly wink. “How’s my favorite baby mama?” He asked. “I’m this close to getting a restraining order.” You grumbled stepping onto the bus, ignoring the small growl that fell out of Duncan’s mouth as he glared at Chris.

“I’m renting this thing by the hour. All aboard!” Chris began driving as Izzy stayed behind.

You watched Owen call out to her causing her to howl like Tarzan.

A smile fell on your face once you felt Duncan get a hand on your thigh, you laid your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as the bus gently swayed. “You’ll be here for the next six weeks.” Chris explained as the bus drove through different movie sets.

“In ten weeks my kid is gonna be born.” Duncan laughed excitedly. Trent clasped his shoulder giving it a small squeeze. “You deserve it my man.”

The fans were eating this crap up.

—

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—

You stared at the camera in the makeup room. “He wants to give us mini statues of him if we win. He is literally giving whoever wins the exact same thing I got as my wedding present.” You grumbled rolling your eyes. 

—

As the entire set thumped from the apparent monster on set, Duncan wrapped a protective arm around you, shielding you from whatever danger there was. You leaned into his embrace, shutting your eyes tight as you wrapped your arms around your stomach.

“Today’s genre… the monster movie!” Chris chuckled evilly as the monster roared in the background. 

DJ passed out beside you. You gulped as you felt another kick from the girl in your stomach. “For your first challenge, everyone must get from here to the cast trailers while our state of the art monster trys to stop you.” Chris ordered. 

“Now… action!”

You raised an eyebrow. “That means go.” You all began shoving each other out of the way, and you protected your stomach. Heather accidentally elbowed your stomach and you quickly headbutted her in annoyance.

“Is the baby okay, are you okay?” Duncan yelled over the commotion worry in his eyes. You smiled, and nodded.

You were all running and Duncan and you abruptly stopped when you saw the two blondes making out. “Kids these days.” You sighed, shaking your head as Bridgette flipped you off.

Duncan laughed, twirling you, before dipping you close to the ground laying a kiss on your lips.

—

Duncan was carrying you bridal style as you were being chased by a bear. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” You fret. Duncan scoffed.

“Honey, you were eighty pounds when you got pregnant, now you're ninety. We carried double that when we were only twelve.” He laughed. You blushed, and hid in his arms.

Duncan slid on his knees, narrowly avoiding the monster’s grasp, but the monster caught Gwen and Trent instead.

“You notice how everyone sorta coupled up?” Duncan asked absentmindedly as he hid behind a cardboard car, not even panting. “Mm, no idea why.” You twisted the ring on your finger subconsciously.

Duncan smiled at the nervous habit you had picked up, and he set a kiss on your lips.

Suddenly you watched a scaly green finger tap his shoulder. He turned around to see the monster and your eyes widened. “You better not drop me, Chef.” You grumbled as the monster scooped you both up. Duncan groaned. “We were so close.” He yelled over the wind.

Finally you made it over to the bouncy castle and the monster dropped Duncan, but set you down carefully so the baby wouldn’t be harmed.

“How are you his favorite?” Duncan laughed turning on his side in the rubber castle to stare at his beautiful wife. “Because I’m the only one nice to him.” You returned with a cheeky smile. “How are you not terrified of him?” Gwen asked, jumping beside you. 

You shrugged. “I’ve seen a lot of scary things in my lifetime. Very few things scare me.” You laughed squeezing Duncan’s hand. He was your life, your support system.

Trent shook his head exasperated. “That’s amazing my dude.” Geoff laughed, giving you a fist bump causing you to smile. “She’s amaze balls!” Izzy lightly fell over your legs, careful to avoid your stomach. You chuckled as you watched your husband ruffle the hair of the girl you both thought of as a daughter.

The day passed extremely quickly. It started off with Duncan talking about your new life in New York causing the boys to freak with excitement.

“I own a bar, and it’s called ‘Total Drama Bar’ right now. I got one of my brother’s handles but it’s great. Free drinks on me whenever this is all over. We have this awesome apartment right above it and you can hear all this great music, Trent. I love living there and I’m so happy and amazed how she got all of this for us.”

Duncan explained to Trent, DJ, and Geoff who whooped at the promise of free alcohol. 

You told the girls a similar story.

“Guys, I love my new job, the half-way house holds all these unique girls and their stories. Gwen, one day you have to visit so you can hear some of them for your book. Lindsay, you'd love our street. It's got these amazing stores. Courtney the school nearby, I was wondering if you’ve heard of it-”

Everyone was talking about their lives and what had happened after the last season had ended.

Soon, it was night and Duncan had dragged you in the corner of the bouncy house and laid down, nearly begging to cuddle. “I love you mi vida, more and more every day.” He kissed the top of your head and you smiled. Everyone had quickly fallen asleep, but not Duncan.

He was obsessed with the way you looked. He loves talking to you, he loves loving you.

Man, he was obsessed with you.

—

You screamed at the foghorn and your hands flew over your ears. Too familiar, way way too familiar. But before you could go into a full panic attack, Duncan was in front of you, whispering his assurances that you were far away from that awful place.

He slowly took your hands off your ears and kissed the top of them before scooping you up in a hug. Suddenly Owen had popped the bouncy house and you scrambled outside. But you noticed a certain redhead was missing. More panic flew at you. “Where’s Izzy?” You hissed your heart beating in a way that you knew was not good for the baby. Duncan had his arms wrapped around you, squeezing tightly enough to replace a weighted blanket.

Izzy suddenly appeared. “I had a date with the monster, he does not take no for an answer.” She winked suggestively and you nearly smacked her over the head. You scooped her in a hug, and in that moment Izzy knew you were her family. Through and through.

Chris came out of his trailer and laughed at the chaos around him. “Can’t believe ya’ll survived. Guess I lost the bet.” He didn’t sound too disappointed.

“Luckily, your next challenge is an award.” Chris began to explain the reward’s and the rules but your heart was still beating so quickly. It had to slow down or something was going to happen to the baby. Duncan was whispering in your ear.

“I love you, you are safe, you are around family, you are my life, and I’d give up anything to make you happy and feel comforted.” He repeated the mantra and slowly but surely your heart rate went down to a normal pace.

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You watched Owen eat tons of food in mere seconds. Your husband was fascinated but you were, in simple terms, disgusted.

“It’s truly shocking that you are not experiencing cravings. It must be a side effect of your anorexia.” Courtney had been documenting your pregnancy since you had announced it. 

“I love you girly, but do me a favor and don’t talk about it.” You muttered absentmindedly staring as Owen consumed unholy amounts of food.

“Owen, that was fake food.” Chris explained after the boy ate everything. “Oh…” Then he burped out a key. “Wait, do I win?” Owen asked and Chris stared at him for a moment before giving up. “Yeah. Sure, whatever. God I should’ve just been a doctor.”

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The boys had won… but lost.

Because the winner was an idiot. The prize was the choice between a smashed camper or a good one. But Owen chose the smashed one causing the boys to groan, yell, and scream curses. The girls cheered and did a big group hug in happiness.

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“DAMN IT.” You yelled as the monster smashed the other trailer.

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After the Chef had repaired your trailer you were finally allowed to go in. Unsurprisingly the girls quickly started arguing. Honestly Chris needed to do you a favor and just stop inviting Heather. It would make all of this so much easier.

Maybe you could ask…

You stepped out of the cabin after Bridgette and you had drawn straws and were sleeping together. You got bottom bunk because you didn’t want to accidentally fall and hurt the baby, which she understood.

After the girls had fallen asleep you had gotten a text.

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Mi amor <3: i miss you

Me: i know :(. Why do we keep coming back on this show

Mi amor <3: because we want our future kids to think we were hip

Me: … pls tell me u didnt just say ‘hip’

Mi amor <3: I did Mrs. Tarun.

Me: OH GOD I FEEL LIKE IM YOUR MOTHER

Mi amor <3: …oh goody…

Mi amor <3: i love you, sm more then youll ever know, imma attack you with love in the mornin since chris locked every exit out of this darn thing

Me: ‘darn thing’ oh god we’re old

Mi amor <3: 😭

–

“This is your five a.m wakeup call-” The foghorn was not as loud this time, but still loud. Before you could stop yourself you screamed “KILL YOURSELF ASSHOLE.” and the rest of the girls loudly agreed while groaning.

“It was a joke, you can sleep… for now.”

You quickly passed out once more.

“What does tomorrow hold in store for our beloved married couple, and the rest of our crew. Find out next time on…

TOTAL

DRAMA

ACTION!”

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