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Matchy Matchy!

Prompt: For the Twelve Days of Christmas, you get Simon and yourself some matching presents. [Requested by @ertepla]

Featuring: Simon Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: profanity, slightly suggestive at the end

“How many presents do you get on the Twelfth Day of Christmas?”

“Twelve.”

“Nope.”

Simon fixed you with a withering look. He was elbow deep in a bubbly sink, with a smiley-face sponge in one hand, and the breakfast plates in the other. Not his scariest moment.

“What do you mean no?” He started muttering the words to the final stanza. “ ‘On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, twelve drummers drumming.’ Yeah, twelve.”

You put down the clean dish and rag. “Bubba, twelve drummers drumming, and… eleven pipers piping and all the others.”

Simon blinked. “Goddamnit.” The sponge splashed into the suds. “Is that what the song was sayin’ the whole damn time?”

You nodded and cupped his face in your hands.

“That’s so many fucking presents.”

“Seventy-eight on the last day. And a total of three hundred and sixty-four presents over the twelve days.”

His hands settled on your hips and tugged you closer. A loving, warm kiss. A quick swipe of his tongue against your lips. Then pulled away and settled his forehead against yours.

“Lovie, you are my everything. I love you so fuckin’ much. But, I’m not getting you more than three hundred gifts.”

You laugh and pulled him back for another kiss.

“Sweetie,” a kiss to his nose, both of his cheeks, and then his chin. “It’s just trivia. Something you can trick your buddies with tomorrow.”

He hummed, then smiled. “I’ll start with Johnny.”

“Poor Johnny.”

You would have liked for Simon to have a Christmas break and spend the season with you, but alas, that was not the case. He was deployed December 10th, and was supposed to be back a month and a half later.

He was very upset about it. You were disappointed, but he was straight pissed.

One hand settled in your jean pocket as he requested you walk with him as far as a civilian could go. Puppy dog eyes when saying goodbye. Lifting his balaclava just enough to kiss you goodbye. Then fucking glowering at everyone else on base.

Just because he wouldn’t get home till the middle of January didn’t mean you couldn’t celebrate Christmas. You would just do it a little later.

In Hallmark movie-fashion, Simon was permitted to go home on December 23rd. Likely from being such a royal pain in everyone’s asses.

So one day early, a big man was creeping through your house. Dropping his gear and uniform on his path from the front door to the bedroom, like a strip tease. That one of you would trip over and shatter your toes on.

According to Simon, you were snoring when he came in. You didn’t stir when he started the shower or when he rifled through the closet to find one pair of his sleep clothes that you hadn’t commandeered. His favorite hoodie had been placed on the biggest pillow, and you had drooled a decent puddle into it.

You finally woke up when he leaned up on you and wrapped himself around you like a weighted blanket.

“Happy Christmas, lovie.”

Incoherent grumble, then a little flail.

“It’s me, lovie. It’s your Simon.”

Less flailing, and instead you wiggled around till you were on your back and Simon’s head rested on your shoulder, pressing kisses against your cheek and neck.

“A good surprise, baby?”

A sleepy smile he more felt and heard than saw.

“Very good surprise, Si. I’m glad you’re here.”

One hand scratched his shower-damp scalp and the other scratched his back. Your hands were cold, but his back was a personal hand heater, and he was long since accustomed to the horrible ice-blocks you called your hands and feet.

“Go back to sleep, lovie. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

A sleepy hum. Your leg propped up and then flung itself over his legs. No sneaking off for him, not that he would be awake much longer. Or that, in the dark of the apartment, he had seen the pile of presents under the tree all addressed to him.

Instead of small children jumping on the bed to wake you up for presents (a day early), the cat crawled out of her special blankie on Simon’s side of the bed and decided it was time for breakfast.

The weakest link was home early, so she went straight to Simon. Standing on his back and sniffing him. Then smacking his head until he woke up.

The doormat untangled himself and tucked you back in. The victor leaped off the bed and pranced with her tail up like a flag to her food bowl. Simon was the moron who taught her that breakfast always came at 7AM, so he had to feed her when he was home. When it was just you, the meanest and worst parent, you fed her whenever you decided to wake up. But you also let her sleep in the bed, making a nest out of her special blankie and keeping her warm, whereas he would grab her around the middle and toss.

After feeding the cat, he started piling up his gear out of the walkway. And that’s when he saw the pile of presents.

Like twenty of them. With an array of wrapping papers and bags.

He tiptoed over and knelt in front of them, counting and checking the names. Half of them were for him, and each of his had a matching gift of the same size and wrap for you. According to the tags, all but one of his presents were from you, and all the rest were from the cat.

The cat then stepped on one of the presents, crinkling it loudly and thinking about clawing it. A quick movement of his arm and he had her by the middle and yoinked her into his chest. She looked around in bafflement and then meowed in protest.

Footsteps from the bedroom and you barked a “hey”.

Simon turned with a guilty face.

“Oh, not you baby,” you said, rubbing your face. “I thought the cat was getting into the presents again. I’ve already had to re-wrap things thanks to her Royal Snoopiness and her evil toesies.”

“Evil?” he kissed the cat on the head. “She’s a bomb-sniffing cat.”

“There are no bombs, Simon.” You flopped onto the couch and arranged the pillows to make another nest. “Just gifts. She wants her presents but she doesn’t get them until Christmas morning.”

Simon sat next to your legs and put the cat on your chest. Then leaned in real close and kissed you over her little head.

“Do I have to wait until I get back in January?”

You sat up and pulled him close, the cat leaping off and jumping to the top of her apartment complex. Your hands crept under the hem of his hoodie and pressed into the flaming heat of his back.

“No, baby, you can open them now.”

A kiss. Another kiss. Then he slunk back to the pile of presents and picked up the one the cat had tried to claw open a few minutes earlier. A final look to you, as if asking for permission. Then tore it open. He knew it was an item of clothing, or maybe a blanket. Once he read the front of the hoodie, he burst into laughter.

A skeleton cat holding up both its middle fingers, with ‘Best Cat Dad’ in print beneath it.

“All of the clothes and blankets in there have already been washed, so you can put it on now if you want.”

He hurled his sweatshirt at your head and immediately pulled the new one on. The cat came to investigate and sniffed his sleeves as he opened some of the others.

A new wristband for his watch. Another bottle of his (and your) favorite cologne. Then he grabbed a small gift bag that was very light. You recognized it and started giggling.

He balled the tissue paper and bounced it off your forehead. Then looked into the bag. A beat of silence. You bit your lip and dare not laugh.

He lifted the content between his thumb and forefinger and gave you an incredulous look.

“Are these fuckin’ ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers?”

An unattractive snort and you rolled off the couch.

“Please, Si. Please put them on. For me. It’s a matching set.” You army crawled towards him while wheezing with laughter. “We can match. Please. Please.”

He sling-shot your pair at you and stomped off with the Hello Kitty boxers in his grip. He was going to change in the bathroom. Just for you.

They were… comfortable. He had worn Calvin Klein before, usually when matching with you. But the little pink bows and the cute white cat right on top of his package was not a pattern he would have chosen. He pulled his sweatpants back on and walked out to you with a sigh.

“Alright, I’m wearing the-”

You were sitting on the couch, in your matching Hello Kitty set. Just your matching set. Brown eyes blinked. The two of you were equally surprised at the other. Then it finally clicked, and he jumped and started shucking off his clothes.

“Missed that memo, lovie. Bit slow this morning.”

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COMMUNITY | “Comparative Religion”

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hugshughes · 3 months

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real life! december 10th, 2023. 8:23pm EST.

"I'm gonna fucking throw up. I can't do it."

You earned a slap on the back of the head after the loud proclamation. You turned to your best friend with wide eyes, rubbing the spot she made contact with.

"No you're not. And yes you can! Everyone's gonna go ballistic, they miss you babe!"

You stared down at your phone, gazing at the text messages between you and your manager, she'd just given you the go ahead to post the announcement for your new album.

In reality, you knew they did miss you, but you were so nervous. Your new album was so special to you, and you wanted it to be recieved well. Every song was so complex and unique to you. It was the first album you would release since the worst breakup of your life. After you'd finally broken up with Mat, all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole and not talk to anyone for a year. Honestly, that's kind of what you did.

"I know. I just want everyone to love it like I do."

"They will, I promise. Everyone's gonna freak! Now, I have an idea."

"What?"

"After you post, we leave our phones down here and while we go get ready, and go to that bar you love!"

You smiled, that sounded fun. You opened Instagram, sliding to create a post. After choosing the photo of the new album cover, you typed out a caption.

"Okay, we can do that! That'll take my mind off of this. Now I just need to post, shit, I'm nervous."

You looked over and your best friend just smiled and nodding towards your phone. You sighed, biting your lip before hitting the post button. You refreshed your profile to make sure it posted before shutting your phone off, dropping it next to you on the couch.

Your best friend jumped up, grabbing your hands and pulling you to stand.

"Let's go, sweetheart. We're gonna go get you happy and tipsy."

You followed her upstairs and into your bedroom, standing at the door of your closet while she grabbed outfits to offer you. You let her dress you up like a little doll. She put you in a little black dress with a white bow under the bust. She added black boots and your outfit was complete. You both fixed up your hair and makeup before putting together your going out bags.

Once you were downstairs all you did was throw your phone into your little purse, not caring to check any of the notifications you were receiving. You climbed into her Black SUV before she pulled out of your driveway, starting to the city. You lived in a few different places, having two homes and an apartment in three different cities. Currently, you were staying in your house in New York, in a more suburban and residential area farther from the city.

You also had a house in Palm Springs and an apartment in Seattle, since that's where lots of your family currently was. The drive to the bar was about 40 minutes, all spent singing and dancing with your phone connected to CarPlay. You guys parked in a large parking garage before heading down the street into the bar. You walked quickly to get away from the cold, shivering beneath your large leather jacket.

The bar was always less crowded than most, since it was higher end, and you knew some of the staff. Your face lit up as you saw your favorite bartender wiping down glasses as you sat at the bar.

"Hi lady!"

Her head snapped up, a smile gracing her face while she greeted you.

"Aw hi! Oh my gosh, girl. I saw your announcement! You don't know how excited I am!"

Your heart warmed. This being the first reaction you heard to your announcement was definitely sweet.

"Stop, thank you so much! I've definitely been really nervous about it. I haven't even checked my phone since I posted it."

"Well you are going crazy viral, everyone is freaking out!"

You best friend gave you a knowing look, she had told you so. You blushed, thinking about your fans loving the new album. You got your drinks and went to sit at an empty booth in the back of the bar, a Cosmopolitan and a lemonade, since your best friend was designated driver. There were only a couple other groups here, around 10 other people.

After a bit, you two took a trip to the restroom. You took your jacket off while you best friend took photos of you in the mirror to post later.

After around two hours, you exited the bar, the time nearing midnight. You were astounded when you saw flashes of light blinding you as you began the walk to the garage. Paparazzi. Thankfully, you were in New York, and knew the guys.

"Oh, hi guys! What's up?"

"Hey Y/n! What's up with us? What's up with you?! Everyone saw the announcement earlier tonight! Personally, I can't wait!"

You smile brightly, New York paparazzi weren't like Los Angeles paparazzi. These were the guys you knew through Taylor, they were respectful and not pushy.

"Thank you so much! I'm so excited! I literally have not looked at my notifications since posting it, I was too nervous!"

"Can you tell us what the album's gonna be about? Maybe a little insight?"

"Well, the songs are all pretty different from each other, honestly. Some are more personal than others. But the genre of music isn't too steady through on this album, I jumped around a bit!“

They nodded, laughing along with you. You answered a few more questions and took a few more pictures before they let you go. You felt happiness settle into your stomach when you got comfortable in the car.

It wasn't until after you got home, and got ready for bed that you started looking through your new notifications. Many texts from friends congratulating you, news that you were trending on Twitter, and that you post had 6 million likes in five hours.

Your manager had also texted you that sometime soon you should post the back cover, especially since the first post was so well received.

First you posted the photo from the bar to your story before going to post the back cover, some how more nervous than before. The back cover had the track list on it, it would reveal the whole album. Scary.

"Just post it! I'm not going through this with you again."

Your best friend gave you a look, one that heavily reminded you of her mother, with a hand on her hip before she climbed into your bed next to you. You nodded, sighing as you hit the post button.

The two of you laid close and talked quietly, giggling and shushing each other like little girls scared their moms were going to come in and tell them to go to sleep.

Eventually you did fall asleep, the do not disturb setting stopping your phone from buzzing off the table.

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ghostlyswamp · 5 months

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On this December 10th I wish everyone a happy semester and merry new one!!

#nbc community #community #greendale #the greendale seven

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bigjbonk · 5 months

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How we feeling about a new phandom event, everyone?

I have elected to try my hand at a small week-long annual event, running through the second week of December, to show our boy Wes some love!

This year, the event will be held a bit later to make up for the short notice, running from December 10th to December 16th! Though, of course, there are no hard deadlines. The goal is to have fun here!

Following the lead of other phandom events, each day will have two prompts to choose from, or mix, however you see fit! Plus, Saturday will be a free day where you can create whatever you like! Art, writing, music, stop motion, the medium doesn't matter! Go buck wild with any prompts or days you like!

Prompts will be under the cut. Please make sure to tag posts as #wecember 2023!

Happy creating, everyone!

PROMPTS LIST

Day 1: Cryptid Hunting, Reflection

Day 2: Stars, Petals

Day 3: Werewolf, Vampire

Day 4: Shadows, Exposed

Day 5: Good End, Bad End

Day 6: 2004, 2023

Day 7: Free Day!

(Details of future Wecember events are subject to change as feedback is received.)

#danny phantom #dp #wes weston #announcement #dp events #wecember 2023 #wecember #alt text #pardon the wonky format. this is my first time doing something like this lol

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dabislittlemouse · 5 months

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Happy 1 year to Dabi’s Dance animation!

I can’t believe how fast a year went by, I remember exactly on December 10th when this episode dropped last year, I started crying from happiness. I had been waiting for his dance to get animated for YEARS and it was finally here, and it didn’t disappoint at all.

To this day I still watch it and I can’t get tired of it, it’s genuinely one of the best moments in anime history. I remember how everyone went insane in the manga reveal in 2020, it even surpassed the 2020 elections. And the same happened last year with the animation.

My man always breaking the internet, what’s new?😌 he’s the best. He is the moment. I love him so much.

#dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #tomura shigaraki #league of villains #bnha manga

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ithinkheknowss · 5 months

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Secret Santa 2023 (Swiftie Edition)

Hello swifties! The time has come for another year's Secret Santa (swiftie edition), better late than never! This is my first time organizing one, so please bear with me!

The idea is for us swifties to send each other festive anonymous asks, get to know one another and have fun during the holiday season! Making gifts is optional but appreciated.

More info below, please sign up by messaging me/sending an ask by December 8th:

If you want to participate, please send me (ithinkheknowss) an ask or DM until December 8th, and state your age (approximate is fine too, please let me know if you're a minor).

I will then pair everyone and let you know who you will be messaging, hopefully by December 10th, at which point you can start sending anonymous asks. You will also be assigned a different person as your secret santa. Please have your DMs open or follow me (ithinkheknowss) to ease communication.

Identity reveal will be on December 25th, as mentioned making each other gifts is optional!

Please be consistent in your asks (if not every day, then every two or three days) and keep things polite and civil. Rudeness and bigotry will not be excused and you'll be removed from the exchange of asks. If you receive rude asks from your secret santa, please report them to me.

Please let me know if you have any questions or suggestions, or if your secret santa has not messaged you at all / for longer than 3 days. As we only have a 15-day period for the asks, please make sure you'll have time to participate regularly before signing up, so that the person whose secret santa you end up being is not left hanging.

Signal boosts are much appreciated and happy holidays, love you all! 💚❤️🎁

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WAS IT OVER? (rockstar!e. munson x reader)

【 part one

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; ambiguous ending, mentions of cheating, cheating, eddie groveling, r gets mad at nance - but apologies later on (r just doesn’t know who to take it out on :( )

【𝜗𝜚 an; did i listen to she used to be mine while writing this???? yes. yes, i did. this is the last part! i tagged everyone asked for a part two or even commented on it! thank you guys for your support!!

HAWKINS, INDIANA. DECEMBER 8TH, 1995.

The first couple of days when you had been in your home, you’d open your door to dozens of roses.

Although beautiful, it was the most cliché apologetic thing a man could ever think of.

Your heart clenches at the thought. He didn’t even remember your favorite flowers.

Today’s flowers were accompanied by a Hawkins Post paper.

You kneel and look at the flowers. You pluck the note from the holders.

You sigh quietly, pushing it back it the little silver stick before cutting yours eyes over to the post before looking back at the flowers.

Maybe you should just call him. He’s in-

Wait.

Your eyes quickly look back over at the post, picking it up from the ground, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and anger.

For someone who. . . Missed you, or at least acted like he did, he sure seemed completely fine. You stand from your position, leaving thr flowers outside and slamming the door.

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HAWKIN’S POST.

Your hand grips the strap of your bag, your fingernails digging crescent moons into your palms.

You stop outside of the door.

NANCY BYERS.

Your jaw clenches and you open the door, stepping into her office.

“Did you say it was okay to put that in the post?”

She flinches, eyes peeking up at you from her glasses. She stands from the chair quickly, saying your name. “I didn’t mean for you-”

“Didn’t mean for me to what, exactly? See it? Well, I did! And why did you even do a story about it? He hasn’t ever really been talk of the town,” You wave your hand around. “But, now, suddenly, since he’s a. . . What did you call it?”

She opens her mouth, cheeks red with embarrassment and shame.

You cut her off. “Oh, yeah. Now, that he’s suddenly a new breakout rockstar you all want to read all about him.”

“That’s not-”

“It’s exactly what it is, Nancy. A cash grab,” You shake your head. “A cash grab. And to put my business out there as well? Knowing I’ve had a hard time since I’ve been home.”

She glances down, picking at the loose skin around her nails.

You scoff, shaking your head. “What kind of friend are you?” Her head lifts.

“I didn’t think you’d be this upset.”

“You didn’t think-” Your brows pinches together. “See, that’s your problem, Nancy. You don’t think. You don’t think about others unless it benefits to you. Kind of how you did Steve and Jonathan.”

Her mouth parts, brows lifting in surprise.

“It only benefited you because you can’t stand being alone.”

“I can’t believe you said that.”

“It’s the truth.”

She crosses her arms defensively over her chest, holding her head high as she clears her throat. “I think you should leave.”

“I’d be happy too.”

You turn, opening the door and walking out of her office. You feel eyes land on you as you push the door open, stepping outside.

You stomp your way towards your car, opening the door and sliding in before slamming it and tossing your purse to the side.

Your hands land on your wheel, eyes staring at the building in front of you.

You let out a shaky breath, head dropping as you close your eyes. Your hands leave the wheel, dragging down the side of your face.

“What did I just do?” You mumble to yourself.

You just took out your anger on someone who didn’t deserve it just because you can’t let it out on the one person who does. Good job.

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DECEMBER 10TH, 1995.

You dump the mini marshmallows into your cup, some of the hot chocolate drying up on the sides of the warm cup.

There was a nice amount of snow sticking to the sidewalks and roads, so today’s chores: stay inside and keep warm.

Christmas Story was playing on the TV, the sounds of barking dogs making you huff out a laugh as you glance out the kitchen and into the living room at the scene playing out.

The microwave beeps and your doorbell rings. Your brows lift, eyes drifting towards the window above your sink. Anyone to drive in this weather was absolutely crazy.

You wipe your hands off, making your way towards the door, unlocking it and pulling it.

Absolutely crazy Eddie Munson was at your door right now, shivering in his snow covered combat boots, the tip of his nose and cheeks red from the blistering cold.

“Hi.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I have nothing to say to you.” You go to close the door, his foot immediately making the door stop from closing in his face.

Your eyes glance up and suddenly he was closer. The smell of cigarettes, woodsy cologne, and a bit of whiskey made you dizzy.

“Please.”

You nod a bit, opening the door as you turn away. You grab the remote from the table in front of the couch, muting the tv. He shuts the door and steps into the warm home. It smelled like vanilla & honey, hot chocolate & melted marshmallows.

“Christmas Story,” He smiles a bit. “Our favorite.”

“My favorite,” You correct him, dropping the remote back down and grabbing the post. “You hated it and never paid attention to it.”

He frowns, eyes drifting to his boots.

“Who is that?” You shove the paper into his chest. His hands immediately come up and grasps the paper before it falls to the ground. “Is that who I think it is?”

He reads over the article, the inside of his cheek getting assaulted by his teeth.

He needs to tell the truth if he wants you to even think about getting back with him.

He nods his head. “Yeah.” He mumbles.

“What?” You place your hand behind your ear. “I can’t hear you.”

He knows you could, you’re standing directly in front of him. You want him to feel bad.

“Yes,” He lifts his head, throwing the paper onto the table. “Yes. That’s Diane. But nothing-”

“Nothing happened, oh, for sure! I believe you! She was just, what, being your therapist because she can listen better than anyone? Including me?”

“You left without letting me say what I needed too! What was I supposed to do?!”

Your brows lift in shock. “Maybe act like you did care, Eddie! Not call up the girl that you’ve been emotionally cheating with!”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is too! You just don’t want to admit that there might’ve been something there!”

“There wasn’t,” He shakes his head. “I promise you. There wasn’t anything there. I didn’t even know she was there until she showed up at one of my shows.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes!”

“Why would I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?”

“Because I’ve never once told you a lie,” You scoff, shaking your head. “What?”

“That. What you just said, was a lie,” You shake your head. “Look, I don’t want to argue. I don’t even want to talk or look at you or hear your voice. I was just so tired of asking you for the bare minimum, Eddie,”

He opens his mouth, the confusion on his face was enough to let you know that he didn’t know what you meant by that. Cutting him short, you quickly expand. “Begging you to spend time with me. Begging you to watch an hour movie or eat a meal with me. Begging you to read one chapter of a book with me,”

Your eyes burn. His hands begin to reach out and you shake your head, stepping back. “Begging you to. . . to say I love you. I want to be with someone who loves me, Eds. Not be with someone because I’m just. . . I’m something comfortable for them because they’ve been with me for a while and they’re scared to venture out.”

“You think I’m with you because you’re something comfortable and I’m scared to venture out?”

“It’s what I know,” You shrug. “I know you and you know me. That’s the only reason you’re trying to fix this. You don’t want to spend the time trying to get to know someone else.”

“I can’t believe you-”

“I think it’s time for you to just go, Eddie.”

“No. Hey, no. Wait, I-” He pauses, gulping. Your watery eyes lift towards his, a bit of hope shimmering in them.

Maybe this time he will say it. Maybe he does love you. Maybe he will-

“I. . . I’ll leave if that’s what you want me to do.” He nods. His heart breaks when he watches a tear slip out and you choose to just nod at him.

He nods, eyes glancing down at the paper once again. He turns and makes his way towards the door, gripping the knob.

“Do you still love me?”

Your head spins at the question because, yes, you do. How could you not?

“I don’t know anymore.”

Your fingers dig crescent moons into your arms, watching as he nods again before his back faces you. He opens the door, his curls moving at the wind. He steps out, slamming the door behind himself.

Maybe you were right. Maybe he was staying in this relationship because you were something comfortable to him, something he already knew and didn’t have to figure out anymore.

Maybe that’s why he had a hard time saying ‘i love you’, when he believes just showing is better than saying at times.

Or maybe he does love you. Maybe he isn’t staying with you because you’re ‘something comfortable’. No, that’s not why. He does love you. He wants to get married. Have a big honeymoon. Have kids. Leave everything behind and work on some kind of farm. (He didn’t know what kind, he’d let you choose.)

Growing up his dad never said the three words, his mom passed away when he was just 5. That was the last time he ever heard the phrase.

He knew Wayne loved him. Giving up his room in the small trailer just so he had somewhere to sleep (sometimes even sleeping in his room on the floor - after complaining his back had been hurting - just because Eddie had a small nightmare).

Wayne also gave him gifts. ‘It’s not much’ his uncle would say, ‘but I hope you like it.’

And it was his baby. His sweetheart. His guitar. Wayne had taken on extra shifts after seeing the look in the boys eyes when they landed on her.

He had bought it for him for Christmas, even on a good deal.

Even a man with little to no words, Eddie knew he loved him. That’s why he never questioned Wayne. Never needed to be told.

He had a home. Someone he could run too.

That’s what you wanted.

Sometimes it never occurred to Eddie why people liked words of affirmation, especially when the person does all they can for the other to show that they really did care, that they do love you.

That’s all you wanted.

Just once.

And he still couldn’t say it.

He curses his father.

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THE OUTLOOK. DECEMBER 15TH, 1995.

You step into the stuffy bar, arms immediately squished to your side as you maneuver your way towards the booth you had seen Steve and Robin in.

“You made it!” Robin smiles, her cheeks flushed. Her arms are immediately outstretched for a hug. You smile and slide into the booth next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

“I can’t stay long,” You say. “Just came to see you guys a bit. Is Nance here?”

“Bathroom!” Steve points over his shoulder.

You nod, pat Robins hand and slide out of the booth. She boos at you, throwing a peanut at you, but misses and it’s some guy on the head. You snort and shake you head.

You pay Steve’s shoulder as you pass by and push open the door, stepping inside.

She’s washing her hands when you step in. Her eyes meet with yours for a quick second before looking back down.

You step closer, leaning against the counter. “You don’t have to say anything, but I’m sorry,” You nod, watching as her lips purse together, pulling paper towels out of the dispenser. “I was angry. I shouldn’t have took that out on you.”

She tosses the wet paper into the trash can, crossing her arms over her chest. “I understand if you want to be mad at me a little while longer, but you’re my best friend and I just wanted to let you know I am truly sorry.”

She nods a bit, blue eyes glancing down at your boots. “It’s okay. I understand,” She says. “People say things they don’t mean when they’re mad. I do it all the time.”

You smile a bit, nodding. She glances back up at you and sighs, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You immediately wrap your own around her as well.

“I’m sorry too.”

“You don’t have to be.” You shake your head.

She stays quiet for a moment, eyes glancing at the door before looking at the mirror. A small smile appears on her face.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispers.

You gasp, pulling away from her with wide eyes. “What?!”

“Shhh! Robs and Steve doesn’t know yet,” She shakes her head. “Jonathan went and got me a drink, but I want to wait a little longer before telling them.”

You grin and nod, pulling her into another hug. “Congratulations, Nance.”

She smiles and holds you tight.

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“Okay, everyone,” A voice had made everyone look towards the stage, everyone moving towards the center excitedly. “We know what you all have been waiting for. . . and your waiting time is over! Give it up for Corroded Coffin!”

There’s screams and whistles from everyone in the crowd and you reach for your purse.

“I have to get up early in the morning for a job interview,” You smile at every in the booth. Robin was slacked over on Nancy. “But we need to hang out again soon.” You stand.

“Definitely! Maybe next weekend? My house? Movie night?” Steve offers. He wasn’t drunk, just a bit tipsy, the water he had been sipping on making the flushing his cheeks slowly fade to a pink color.

“Sure,” You nod over the cheering that had suddenly gotten louder. You’re grateful that they didn’t beg you to stay. “I’ll call you later, Nance.”

She smiles softly and nods.

You wave and turn, making your way towards the door quickly, slipping your coat on.

“I know we aren’t usually a cheesy band, but there’s a song I want to sing to someone. . .” Your footsteps stop as the beginning cords to Faithfully by Journey starts to play.

You slowly turn, eyes landing on him. He was already staring at you, the white light casting a glow over his skin and his hair. Almost like an angel.

There’s a small crack in his voice that makes you almost - almost - run up to him on stage.

“I get the joy of rediscovering you, oh, girl, you stand by me. . . I’m forever yours. . .”

Your step up a tad, hand gripping at your bag. Nancy shared a look with Jonathan and Steve, Robin snoring in Nancy’s ear.

“Faithfully.”

He tilts his head away from the microphone, nodding a bit at you, eyes shining with shed tears. He pulls it from the stand, walking down the steps.

Your eyes widen, gulping as he steps through the crowd of people and starts his way towards you.

“I’m forever yours. . .” He stops in front of you, wiping a small tear away from your face.

“Faithfully.”

He pulls the microphone away from his lips again, leaning closer and pressing his lips to your forehead. Your eyes close.

“I love you.” He whispers.

He pulls away, watching as your eyes fly open and look up at him. He smiles softly, nodding as he steps away from you and back towards the stage.

Your lips part, eyes following his movements.

You don’t know what will happen after today, but you do know. . . Eddie still will be in your future.

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simmerianne93 · 1 month

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[Simmerianne93]Children_poses_01

Hello everyone!!! How are you today?

Here I am, with the winning posepack from patreons' January survey!! Some poses for children running!!

Back in December, I was making a small video for a collab (which if you are curious you can watch here, in English and here in Spanish) and when I was taking the pics, I missed that the children in the game could run around laughing and so on... The truth is, I don't know if there are many poses of these because I didn't look for them (I made the video with what I already had) but I felt like making some running options for everyone to use.

In the other hand, when I was doing these poses, I did a poll on twitter to see whether to make a single package with all the poses, or make separate packages with the different expressions. The separate packages option won, but I saw that a few chose the option of a package with everything, so I decided to do both: the version of all the expressions together, as well as four packages separated by emotion (happy, scared/surprised, sad/worried and angry).

I really liked doing these poses, unfortunately, there are too many poses for a "running and playing" pack, so I couldn't include "playing" poses in addition to the running poses, but I'm planning to do some of that in the future.

I really like doing children's poses because they are fun to make, so I hope to bring more soon.

For now, enjoy this pack of poses that I have lovingly made for everyone.

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What is on it?

ALL IN ONE PACK: 12 solo poses (made with a child rig) with 4 expressions each one + 4 all in one.

EMOTION VERSIONS: 12 solo poses (made with a child rig) + 1 all in one. EACH VERSION HAS DIFFERENT EMOTIONS (HAPPY, SCARED/SURPRISED, SAD/WORRIED and ANGRY).

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What do you need?

Andrew poses player.

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

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Instructions in the original post.

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Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — [Early access until April 10th, 2024]

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If you want to support me: Patreon | Ko-fi

All my poses overview: Pinterest | Wix | Tumblr

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I really hope you like them and I will say in advance: Thank you so much for use them.

@ts4-poses

#poses #ts4 #simmerianne93 #sims4poses #thesims4 #posesforsims #sims4 #thesims #ts4poses #creator content #soloposes #childrenposes #childposes #runningposes

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imtoodizzy · 2 months

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MASTER-LIST OF EVERYTHING SNOW DAY

links included, of course! — with the help of a list created by jsb777 on discord, i will be creating a masterlist of EVERYTHING we have gotten shown about snow day so far. i’m doing this in honer of the london showcase happening in 8 hours! i may have gotten a few things wrong here or there, or missed something that happened, but i’m pretty happy with what i’ve done.

• August 6th, 2021

- Matt Stone & Trey parker, while discussing their 900 million dollar deal with Viacom, mention a 3d game in the works

• January 5th, 2022

- Question games shares a job offer for a lead multiplayer level designer. Game Informer created an article on January 7th which talks about it

• August 12th, 2022

- Randy teaser releases from THQ Nordic event.

• August 11th, 2023

- THQ Nordic event reveals a Snow Day trailer

- This marks the day Snow Day’s title was revealed, as well as a 2024 release date

• September 12th, 2023

- Amazon listings go up, featuring new images

• November 22th, 2023

- New gameplay trailer released

• December 21st, 2023

- New release date trailer released

- Collectors edition/Digital deluxe reveal

- Of course, this is when the March 26th, 2024 specific date was revealed

- Pre-order underpants gnome cosmetics bonus revealed as well

• February 21st, 2024

- Nintendo switch releases a trailer

- These were at some point available on South Park’s social media accounts, but on a date I don’t know and for unknown reasons, it has been wiped clean.

• February 27th, 2024

- Best Buy adds a second print of Snow Day’s collectors edition.

- THQ Nordic also releases the second print

• March 1st, 2024

- London pop-up event announced

• March 4th, 2024

- South Park announces the second print of Snow Day’s collectors edition

• March 5th, 2024

- IGN releases an article with Matt Stone talking about Snow Day.

• March 6th, 2024

- IGN shares the footage of said interview.

- Genuine gameplay footage!

• March 7th, 2024

- IGN’s first preview of Snow Day

- Image of the London pop-up shared!

• UPCOMING: March 8th-10th

- The first play of Snow Day will be happening during the Snow Day pop up event in London.

- Merch & games will be available to everyone without a ticket!

i tried to include everything i could think of. i may have missed a detail or two… or three, even, but i think my list is pretty good! i will share any new information to come from london today through sunday, so stay tuned if you’re interested! though this is mostly for me anyways. thank you again to jsb777 for setting up a guide for me to follow to create this masterlist!

#south park #southpark #south park fandom #sp fandom #matt stone #trey parker #south park snow day #sp snow day #snow day #trey and matt #matt and trey #south park studios #i’m so excited #hell yeah!

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starlightinitiative · 6 months

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The Starlight Initiative Presents: A Weekend of Gift Giving!

Hello there, and happy holidays to you and yours!

The Starlight Initiative is here, and we would like to invite you to join us in Mateus on the Crystal Data Center from December 8th thru the 10th! On that particular weekend from 6 PM - 11 PM Central time each night, you are invited to come over and ask us and our wonderful Little Helpers for something you'd like this Starlight Celebration! The main events will be taking place at the Starry Garden in Empyreum, Ward 9, Plot 42!

More information as well as a Discord link under the cut!

No worries if you can't make those specific times! Feel free to inform us of any time concerns you have, and we'll make a personal delivery at a time that is good for you!

If you would like to join our Discord for more information, or even to volunteer your own time and efforts, you can find the link here! Note that raffles for our high-value items (5 mil gil+ items) will be held here so that we can coordinate how best to get winners their prizes! Otherwise, we are willing to answer any and all questions you may have through the Ask system, in-game if you see us, or through Messages!

We have crafters, gatherers, people who are eager to run content, and more who have all generously donated their time for those that would like something they've been looking forward to this year. We also have a great many things stockpiled ready to distribute for those that are looking for such things.

This is our very first year holding such an event, and we're all very excited to fulfil just about any wishes that you might have! Due to this being our first year, we do have some requests for people to please bear in mind:

Keep your wishes limited to three per person if you could, please!

Make sure that what you're asking for is tradable or can be farmed! We do have people willing to help farm for some stuff up to a point. We're not confident enough this year to say we have dedicated raiders to help with Endwalker and most Shadowbringer farms, but we can certainly do our best to have a space where you can coordinate these efforts with the help of those that we have that are confident enough to do so!

Be sure not to ask for things that may cost more than 5 million gil -- much as we would love to gift you something that is that price and more, we don't want to stretch our funds immediately across everyone who has been willing to donate gil. Hopefully next year, we can truly be able to gift anything at any time!

We are always looking for volunteers or donors that are willing to contribute to the event in any capacity if you're feeling generous! ^_^

We look very forward to seeing you, and answering any questions or concerns!

-Admin Prim

#ffxiv #ffxiv events #starlight celebration 2023 #starlight celebration #ffxiv starlight #ffxiv starlight celebration #ffxiv crystal #ffxiv na data centers #ff14

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darkesttimelinesblog · 5 months

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Happy December 10th everyone!

#community #shirley bennett #nbc community #december 10th #community nbc #community tv

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steddieholidaydrabbles · 9 months

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❄️Welcome everyone!❄️

If you love the winter holidays as much as I do, then this challenge is for you! It’s pretty simple:

The calendar below has a prompt for every day of the month of December. No matter what holiday you celebrate or even if you don’t celebrate one at all, I hope you find one or more that you like! You can submit as many as you'd like (I plan to do one everyday) or as few as you'd like.

All drabbles should be between 300-1000 words. I will be using wordcounter.net to check them all before reblogging!

Please tag this blog @steddieholidaydrabbles when you post. You can also follow the tag steddieholidaydrabbles to keep up with posts.

All submissions should include a rating and any CW or tags that you feel are necessary. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well. It’s not required, but please consider putting Explicit material under a read more. A sample of this may look like: optional title rating: G/T/M/E cw: violence, blood, etc. tags: established relationship, first time, etc.

Because there will be SO many prompts, please try to only post your submission for a prompt ON that day by 11:59 pm EST. Really early or late submissions won’t be ignored, but could easily get missed in the mix of a different prompt on a different day. A reminder of the daily prompt will be posted at 12:01 am EST on the day of the prompt.

Any of the prompts could be holiday related if you wanted them to be, but it's not required!

1st - Open mic night

2nd - Came back wrong

3rd - Mutual pining

4th - Meet-cute at work

5th - FREE SPACE (Domestic fluff)

6th - Cooking together

7th - Hanukkah

8th - Idiots to Lovers

9th - No Upside Down AU

10th - First kiss/First time

11th - Royalty AU

12th - Only one bed

13th - Roadtrip/Vacation

14th - FREE SPACE (Angst with a happy ending)

15th - Time travel

16th - Modern AU

17th - Platonic Stobin

18th - FREE SPACE (Hurt/comfort)

19th - Enemies to lovers

20th - Magic AU

21st - Snow

22nd - Sports AU (players or fans)

23rd - Uncle Wayne adopts Steve

24th - Birthday

25th - Christmas

26th - "Who did this to you?"

27th - Coffee shop/Bookstore/Tattoo AU

28th - Proposal

29th - FREE SPACE (Spicy/Mature or Explicit)

30th and 31st - New Year's Eve/Resolutions

ARTISTS The submission must be made on the day of that prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. The image must be Steddie, Steve, or Eddie focused (with the exception of Platonic Stobin day), though other characters can be included!

Collaborations with writers are encouraged!

Always tag this blog with your submissions so we can see them and reblog them.

If you have questions, message this blog or @steddieas-shegoes.

WARM UP ROUNDS SCHEDULE AND PROMPTS:

Same rules apply (300-1000 words each, must have rating and cw/tags, and tag this blog if you want it reblogged)

August 19th-21st: High School or College AU September 18th-22nd: Fall October 28th-31st: Halloween November 18th-22nd: Bakery AU Warm Up Rounds AO3 Collection

Steddie Holiday Drabbles AO3 Collection

Week 1 Masterlist Week 2 Masterlist Week 3 Masterlist Week 4 Masterlist

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddieholidaydrabbles

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Us, On the Last Month of the Year

A/N: Happy New Year! Finally, a fic for my bias. It's mostly rushed and IDK how I was able to not post this before the year ended but here it is anyway.

Also, of course, I wrote this on my phone within just 30 minutes because honestly this wasn't something I was planning on making. I have like 5 stories pending for TXT and Enha but oh well~

NP: Huling Sandali (Tayo sa Huling Buwan ng Taon) by December Avenue

PAIRING | Choi Soobin x Female Reader

WC | 983 words

GENRE | fluff; f2l (duh)

WARNINGS | None

SYNOPSIS | Maybe it was him all along and even if it was obvious for everyone else, it wasn't for you.

"Happy birthday, Soob." you take his hand as you sat on the swing. It was exactly 12 midnight, December 5th, 2023.

Soobin smiled, circling his thumb on the back of your hand, around your knuckles, his eyes on yours sending a chill down your spine. It was an electrifying feeling, something you've felt before but haven't really acknowledged all these years.

It was the 10th birthday of his you've spent together and the familiarity of it all made you feel warm, a sense of security you only feel when you're with him. It was his birthday but it was you who felt like you were reborn, on this day, like something awakened in you, only now, just when he turned 23. He's been an adult for a while and you too. You spent an entire childhood together, witnessed each other's puberty, and went through the early stages of adulthood, but tonight was something new. You have memorized his every feature being so close to him countless of times though now was different. Physically, you've been closer before, sitting on the couch as you watched anime together, sometimes even chest to chest on the train during the rush hours, one time even nose to nose under your dining table hiding from your parents for when he was being asked to come home after spending an entire play day with you.

Soobin and you. Best friends forever you vowed on his 16th birthday. It has been years since that promise and you've kept it to this day. Now, hand in hand on the swing but at arm's length, you felt like this is the closest you've ever been with him. You looked at each other for a second, but it felt like eternities in his eyes.

Was he always this handsome? Did his eyes always glint this way when he talked about his favorite movies? Were his lips always this plump as he smiled, as he pouted? Did his nose always have that line in the middle that resembled a confused little rabbit? Was his skin always this smooth, and was he always this pale? Were his hands always this gigantic as it held yours? You knew he had dimples, but were they always this deep? Was he always this cute? Did he always have this effect on you?

You don't know at what point of the night and at which part in the midst of this friendship you crossed the thin line of being platonic to romantic. It was always just a tiptoe away, a teeny-tiny push from friends to lovers but never did you think of crossing it because the mere thought of losing him as a friend when you meet your inevitable break up (if you do decide to date at an early time) dreaded you like it was a life sentence. It was the curse you had to live with to keep him by your side.

"Thanks, Y/N." he said, still never letting go, still holding onto that grip you initiated when you plucked up the courage to jump; to painfully rip the friendship tape off of your chest that covered your undying, unplatonic love for him. He loved you, adored you, endured every relationship you guys ever had that wasn't with each other. All that for this very moment, the day you decided to finally break out of that shell and dive into the pool of love.

"I love you, Soobin." your breath was visible in the cold night air. You've said this to him before, but never in this way. And he immediately knew the difference.

The temperature was low but your adrenaline was high. You have never been this brave and you regret the days where you thought you were at your most courageous because Soobin was always your source of strength, the walking talking post of hope, and all-encompassing security blanket you needed when you were afraid. He supported you all your life but you knew this was something you had to confess on your own. It was to him, for him, after all.

His eyes widen in shock, and you were ready to take back your hand, run away, and never speak to him again. The creeping possibility of a rejection rang loud inside your head and it was all you could hear.

But instead of a rejection, you see a smile. You see the gorgeous smile you've always seen before but this time full of relief, affirmation, and happiness. Back then Soobin always showed you how happy he was but he couldn't hide the look of longingness in the way he saw you smile for another. However, tonight, his smile was perfect. He was perfect.

"I love you, Y/N." he chuckled, and you could have sworn you saw his eyes water. "I love you as a woman, as my anchor, a lover, and a best friend."

All these years of being so dense and oblivious to how you felt towards each other came crashing down with just one night, one confession, one hand to hold, and just weeks before the year, your 10th year together ended.

You couldn't believe he was finally yours, and he couldn't believe you were finally his. On the last month of the year, on his birthday, you share your first kiss with your one true love, your rock, your everything, your best friend.

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