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nanaslutt · 6 months

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What do u think of Gojo begging you to give him a handjob and promising he wont cum during NNN but surprise surprise he fails so u ruin his orgasm 🤯

I think YES???? this was insanely fun to write, tysm for the ask nonnie<33

tell me why i forgot nnn was a thing LOLLL

contains: fem reader, crack, handjobs, whiney!satoru, established relationship, cumming handsfree, ruined orgasm, failed edging, begging, gojo calls you 'ma'am ' once as a joke, 'baby' and 'princess' used for reader

2k words :p

MDNI

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"Baby pleeeeease." gojo whines, laying his head on your knees from where he sits between your legs on the carpeted floor,

"Satoru, you were just begging me last month to not let you cum during November no matter what." you sighed, he does this every year, making you swear up and down that you'll hold him accountable and not let him lose NNN, hearing from geto that if you last the whole month, the orgasm on December first was mind-numbing

of course, he wouldn't know, becasue every year he came crawling to you about how stupid this challenge was, barely a week into the challenge, and he was dragging you to the nearest surface and fucking you against it, filling your guts with his cum,

but not this time, miraculously he had held out this long, only eight days before the challenge was over. he of course had you to thank for thank, deep down you knew he really did want to complete this challenge, and thats why he was so insistant every time the dreaded month came around.

but Satoru was a slut for pleasure, especially for the kind of pleasure he got from you. Whether it was your hands, mouth, cunt, he could get off using any part of your body and he would be the happiest man on earth

"I won't cum, swear, just miss your hands on me baby pleeeease," he practically cried, hugging onto your knees, turning his face into your skin whining and groaning like a spoiled child,

"Toru, you and I both know you do not have enough self-restraint to just edge yourself," knowing him better than himself

together, you guys have tried edging, Satoru never being able to make it past the first time you stopped right before he came, once again saying how stupid this was, quickly fucking his cock back into you and bringing himself to the brink of orgasm using your body, cumming with no restraint, even though he was once again the one who brought the idea to you,

"I'm starting to think you might have commitment issues," you mumble under your breath, his fake cries and obnoxious pouting pulling you out of your thoughts, phone dropping by your side, looking down at him with a huff,

"Please, all you gotta do is rub my cock a little, just for a second please," he drags out the please once more, lip sticking out in a pout as he looks up through his snowy lashes at you, "jus wanna feel you please, it's been so long, need it, baby, please."

shutting your eyes and sighing once again, unable to deny him any longer with him being so persistent, especially when he asks you so nicely, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of his,

"oh my goddd Satoru, okay, fine." you shake your head, slapping your hand over your face, and he perks up, immediately abandoning his spoiled rich kid act, leaving fat kisses all over your knees, "yes yes yes thank you, baby, promise I won't let you down,"

he stands up and you peek through the cracks in your fingers, hand still on your face and your jaw practically drops at the sight, he is already sporting a huge tent in the crotch of his grey sweats, smile stretching from ear to ear while he looks down at you,

"you're already hard?" you exclaim, disbelief plastered on your face, "feelin' on ur legs made me hard," he says nonchalantly, the expression on your face not changing, "now up you go!" leaning down he scoops you up from under your arms and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, "woah! toru!" you exclaim, caught off guard as he takes long strides to your bedroom

strong hold on the underside of your knees as he hums, making his way through the hallway, finally reaching his destination and plopping you down in front of him on the hard floor, "how do ya want me your majesty?" he smirks, hands in his pockets waiting for your direction, "jus' go lay down on the bed you freak," pushing his solid chest back towards the king mattress,

putting on a show as he faux stumbles backward, flopping back on the bed, fluffy white hair on the pillows, putting one hand behind his head, the other coming down to rub himself over his sweats, "don't leave me waiting princess" biting his lip, lips corners of his lips curling up into a flirty smile,

"stop fucking touching yourself," you sigh, "gonna cum before I even get my hands on you." You're feeling undeniably aroused yourself, you and Gojo have a very active sex life, never going weeks without touching each other unless he is away on a mission. since he made quite the effort with the challenge this time around (largely thanks to you) you've been feeling pretty antsy, participation in the challenge yourself as a way of supporting him,

though there's no real pressure on you, if you wanted you could rub one out at any time. the only downside is that getting off on your own never felt as good as it did with Satoru,

he whistles, giving himself one last grope before his heavy hand joins the other behind his head, "yes ma'am" he says slightly teasing tone lacing his voice,

you crawled on top of him, resting your ass right above his knees, "remember Satoru, you're not going to cu-" he cuts you off, waving his hand in front of you, rolling his eyes, "yeah yeah, not gunna cum, I got it," he says snarkily, a little too snarky for someone who was quite literally on his knees begging you to touch his stupid cock, but you digress,

narrowing your eyes at him before sliding your slender fingers over his upper thighs, over his hips, teasing his lower stomach, barely grazing his twitching clothed cock on the way back down, repeating the process a couple of times, sometimes opting to skip over running your fingers over his cock altogether

his jaw is slightly slack, watching your hands intently, "cmon, don't be a tease baby," he sighs, pushing his hips off the bed towards you, "You're in no place to make demands right now," staring into his intimidating eyes challengingly,

he bites his lip, shutting his mouth, awaiting your move, pushing his shirt up, resting right under his pecs as you tease your fingers on the short white hairs of his happy trail, right above the hem of his pants,

smile now off his face, looking concentrated as he bites his lip harshly, eyes darting back between your fingers and pretty face, looking so concentrated on what you were doing,

your cunt was aching to feel him inside you, trying to push your own needs out of your brain, feeling nearly impossible as you exposed more and more of his happy trail the more you teased down his pelvis,

finally grabbing the fabric of his pants and sliding them down his incredibly toned thighs, he lifted his hips, aiding you in undressing him, his breathing started to pick up when you looked closely at his cock straining under his boxers

staring at a dark spot where his pre was leaking from his tip under his briefs, trying not to roll your eyes back when he made his cock jump. taking your index finger and rubbing it on the wet patch on the head of his dick, drawing little circles around it, his breath hitching, breathing picking up slightly watching you pull your finger back slowly, a string of cum connecting the two of you,

giving his boxers the same treatment, slipping your fingers underneath the hem and sliding them down, his hips raising again to make your job easier, and he's grinning so hard when your jaw drops open, watching his flushed cock slap back against his tummy, flexing the appendage again, putting on a show for you,

"your cock is so pretty Toru," you marvel, squeezing your thighs together so you can focus on the task at hand, "ur leaking so much," finger tapping his angry head a couple of times, proving your point as the cum makes little 'plap' 'plap' sounds when your finger comes in contact with him,

"There's so much it looks like you already came," you tease, finally wrapping your hand around his warm tip, hips leaving the bed once more to slide into your hand, "hips on the bed please Satoru," you correct, muscles in his thighs and abs flexing as you feel him connect his ankles together behind you,

starting to give him steady shallow pumps and his jaw is slack, eyes rolling back when you twist your wrist over the head of his neglected dick, "fuuuuck baby, just what I needed," he breathily laughs out a smile, "a little faster please," he requests, both hands leaving their place behind his head to grip the sheets by his sides,

"let me know when you feel close," you instruct, waiting to see him nod in acknowledgment before pumping your hand a little faster, sliding effortlessly up and down his cock with vulgar wet sounds thanks to his leaky cock,

"yesyesyes s-shit, squeeze harder," breaths entering and leaving his lungs rapidly as he tips his head back into the pillows, when you follow his instructions he lets out a long groan, abs clenching more frequently, your body jolting a bit every time he fidgeted his legs around the sheets behind you,

breathing heavily yourself, free hand coming down to press against the heat between your thighs, a temporary relief as you tried to memorize his every reaction he gives you,

"you close Satoru?" you question, noticing his breath come in shorter pants, warm cock twitching and straining against your hands, his thighs. tensing and unsensing more frequently, all telltale signs of his impending orgasm, "I asked you a question," you emphasized with a strong squeeze at the base of his lengthy cock, "n-no, not close yet, promise," he bites his lip, keeping his eyes screwed shut, sheets between his fingers practically ripping before you continue,

choosing to believe him you keep up the previous pace, squeezing your fingers tight around the tip of his cock on the downstroke and that's when you notice one of his hands abandoning his grip on the poor sheets to cover his mouth, his moans reaching a crescendo, and you know exactly whats happening

He's going to cum, and he lied to you about it

jerking your hand up his cock once more before you let go completely, anticipating his moves when he shoots his head up, hands reaching for his cock and you catch his wrists, pining them above his head, if he had half a mind he would break out of your grip with ease, but he was milliseconds from cumming, not having his usual strength coursing through his body,

"no! Nononono," he's protesting when his back arches, curling in on itself, legs thrashing under your weight as his cock dribbles out long spurts of cum, twitching and throbbing with every string, "Fuuuuck nooo, no, ughhh," he groans at you for ruining his orgasm, whole body twitching,

dick starting to soften in his own mess against his lower abs,

"you seriously thought you were gonna get away with that? you asked in an incredulous tone, hes pouting, letting out a long groan of your name before tipping his head forward and making eye contact with you,

"That was sooo mean" he pouts, "ive been saving that load..." he whines out, cock still twitching in the aftershocks,

"what was mean, is when I asked if you were gonna cum and you lied straight to my face," you spat, laughing in disbelief, swinging your legs off his torso while his eyes follow your figure, watching you wipe your hands using a tissue from the box you keep on the bedside table, he groans out your name again, "I'm sorryyyy, was feeling sooo good," he tries to justify

giving him a look that screams are you actually serious right now, as you start towards the door, "sounds like you need a pussyban to me," you deadpan, walking through the doorframe out into the hallway,

"WOAH!! woah, woahwoahwoah," practically teleporting his feet on the floor, hastily pulling up his pants as he chases you out of the room, hot on your trail, "baby! baby, haha, let's not do anything drastic now, kay?" he baffles in disbelief, worry laced in his voice.

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esha-isboogara · 1 year

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how long the jojos last during no nut november

i stole borrowed this idea from @garoujo i loved their jujutsu kaisen version of this and just KNEW i had to make my own!!!

✰nothing too crazy but it’s still kinda nsfw, mentions of sex and all that, blah blah minors dni

jonathan: december 1st - being the most innocent of the jojos he is bound to last the entire month. his sex drive is not as high as most men his age plus he always enjoys a good challenge. he asked you multiple times if you were willing to do this and once you agreed it was set in stone. the hardest part of the month is hearing you beg for his cock night after night, having to deny you for so long takes a toll on him. jojo wants nothing more than to fill you up with cock,pumping you full as you cry for more ;) both of you get this wish when the month is over

joseph: november 2nd- when he first heard the idea he was thrilled. he was convinced he could coax you into failing within the first week,breaking you down with subtle touches and deep kisses. alas this was only a plan. when he woke up the next day with a bad case of morning wood he had to relieve it one way or another. joseph tried for maybe ten minutes to ignore it but gave up as soon as he took a good look at you sleeping form. oh god how could he resist you when you look so pretty.

caesar zeppelli: november 4th- at first he was totally opposed to the challenge, thinking it only to be juvenile and crude. but when he was made aware of joseph participating he was more than willing to take part in the game. caesar liked to think he had the self control of a god, able to resist even the most beautiful of temptresses. it turns out he’s not as strong as he had once thought. all it took was the sight of you stepping out of the shower and he was out. he won’t let you bring it up around jojo though, he may have lost the competition but he still has his pride.

jotaro kujo: november 27th- oh he was so close to lasting the entire month. jotaro is able to control himself to an insane amount. it didn’t matter how much you teased him, small touches, dirty things whispered in his ear, cute little outfits jotaro held on strong. one day you dropped by his office to give him a stack of papers he forgot at home and for some reason that broke him. you were just so kind and thoughtful how could he not reward you. he took you right there on his desk, loving the way your ass bounces as he pounds into you. jojo is a bit disappointed he didn’t last the entire month but you’re quick to comfort him and praise him for how well he did.

noriaki kakyoin: november 18th- the man is a gamer at heart so you best believe he’s down to participate in a boss fight of sorts. he takes the challenge the most seriously out of all the guys. he will not give in to absolutely anything. wellll that is until you kneel down between his legs while he was in the middle of a game and gave him those eyes. he didn’t want to lose he really didn’t but fuck you were just so beautiful knelt before him. after a round or two he admitted to tapping out of the competition. he’s super chill about losing and makes up for the lost time for the rest of the month ;)

josuke higashikata: november 15th- okayasu gave him the idea and he was so excited to pitch it to you. he was always the competitive type so he was more than happy to compete. for the next two weeks he kept his distance not wanting to slip up. but alas he is still a teenage boy and he has his needs. one particular day while embracing you he felt his cock twitch and he knew that was it. next thing you knew you were being dragged into an empty closed and fucked out of your mind. despite not lasting the whole month you have to commend him for keeping it together for as long as he did.

okuyasu nijimura: november 11th- he over heard the concept of the game from a few of his fellow classmates during math and figured it was worth a try. not like he anything better going on. the first week was smooth sailing for him, he had not one impure thought the entire time. but alas he is still a teenage boy the hormones are bound to start raging eventually. it wasn’t too hard to break the boy down. you bent down to pick something up off the floor and he just couldn’t help it anymore. all it took was a few thrusts and he was done. unlike other guys his age he wasn’t embarrassed that he failed the challenge. honestly he’s kind of glad he didn’t make it. now he doesn’t have to hold himself back any longer.

giorno giovanna: november 30th- the only reason he lasted as long as he did is because he’s a busy man, running the mafia and such. he didn’t have the time to worry about rearranging your guts while drugs plagued the streets of italy. don’t you worry though, once he manages to get a day off he will make sure your needs are properly taken care of.

mista guido: november 1st-the amount of self control this man has is close to none. if he starts to feel horny no matter where or when he will indulge in his urges. when you bring up the idea of no nut november to him he agrees in the beginning. but after a few hours he decides he doesn’t want to do it anymore. this man is fucking whipped and he is proud of it.

#jojo has ruined me #i can’t have normal thoughts ever again #not that i had them to begin with #i enjoy having jojo thots #jjba smut #jojos bizzare adventure #jojos bizarre adventure smut #jonathan jostar x reader #joseph jostar x reader #caeser zeppeli x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #okuyasu nijimura x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #guido mista x reader

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blackwidownat2814 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas Lieutenant (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader

Word Count: 1440 (ish)

A/N: Written for @sailor-aviator’s Christmas Writing Challenge. My word was candy cane. To be super honest, I completely forgot I had to write this until last night and went through about 5 ideas before I landed on this today. Thanks to @buckysdollforlife for the quick beta-ing they did earlier. Part of the Jake & Dewey ‘Verse. GIF by @babyrooster

Dividers by: @saradika (Go check out her others, they're awesome!!!)

Warnings: Super fluffy and honestly? The most suggestive thing I’ve written…ever. So yeah, implied future smut I guess?

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MERRY CRISIS EVERYONE!!!

When you’d told Jake that your favorite thing about Christmas was candy canes and other peppermint flavored things, you didn’t think he’d go this hard with it.

On December 1st, you shambled into the kitchen to see Jake standing at the island with a steaming mug in his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips and when you pulled away, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Jake! You made me a Peppermint Mocha?!”

“Of course I did, it’s your favorite.”

“Maybe you should change your callsign to 'Starbies'.”

On December 2nd, you woke to find a big bag of the Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark Squares on your nightstand with a short note I love you so much baby. Enjoy your minty snack!

You took the bag with you to work and shared the love with your coworkers. On your lunch hour, you headed over to the Exchange to meet up with Bob for lunch and shared some with him, giving him extra to share with the other Daggers.

“Hey Bobbers? Could you give Jake something extra for me please?”

“Sure Dew, what is it?” You planted a kiss on Bob’s cheek and he turned red and smiled. “I can’t guarantee he’s going to appreciate it as much since it’s not coming from you.”

It went like that for the next week or so. Candy cane themed gifts for you every day. Knee high socks covered in candy canes, some earrings you’d seen on TikTok, all kinds of candies that were putting out their peppermint flavored things.

Two weeks before Christmas, Jake came home with news that he and the other Daggers (Mav included) were going to be gone until a few days before the holiday to several Naval Air Stations starting in New Jersey and ending back home in San Diego. You didn’t know all the facts, because all Jake could tell you was that it had to do with the Uranium Mission (since you were Mickey’s only family and Jake’s partner, Mav had said that all you could really know was that it was dangerous and that the squad called it the Uranium Mission).

Jake promised his gifts would keep going in his absence, even when you told him they didn’t need to.

The first day he was gone, you went to the Hard Deck to have dinner with Halo, a recent friend. Halo waved when she saw you walk in and you joined her at the end of the bar, where you greeted Penny.

“Hey Pen, missing Mav already?”

“Always do”, she replied with a smile. After you and Halo gave her your dinner order, she placed a glass down in front of you.

“What’s this?”

“Hangman asked me to get you a peppermint flavored drink every time you come in while they’re all gone.” She pulls a mini-candy cane from under the bar and sticks it in the glass. “This here is a Peppermint Piña Colada. Enjoy.”

“What’s with all the peppermint?” asked Callie.

“Last month, I told Jake that one of my favorite things about Christmas was candy canes and peppermint flavored stuff. Since December 1st, he’s given me something peppermint flavored or candy cane themed every single day.” You took a sip of your drink, “Oof…that’s actually better than I thought it would be.”

“Oh. So that’s why Hangman asked me to give you this.” Callie pulled a small red and white gift bag from the bar stool beside her and slid it your way. “He said to tell you not to open it until tomorrow though.”

“Ugh! But I want to open it now!”

“He said, and I quote: ‘One a day Dewey, that’s the rule. Be a good girl and follow the rules.’” Callie made a face like she wanted to vomit. “I don’t kink shame, but I did not need to know that.”

You’re not sure how long you laughed after that.

The next day, Callie came to visit you at the library.

“So, what was in the bag?” she asked. “Wait. After that message, I’m not sure I want to know.” You gave a small laugh as you placed two small spray bottles on your desk.

“He got me hand sanitizer spray in Twisted Peppermint from Bath & Body Works. One for the office and one to carry in my bag.”

“Can I have some?”

“Sure!” You give her a couple sprays and she rubbed her hands together.

“This smells awesome. Like I’d dipped my hands in Christmas or something.”

While he was gone, Jake had cookies from Tiff’s Treats (a dozen minty chocolate) delivered, a box of only peppermint chocolates from Copper Coast Confections, a new red and white striped apron from Hedley & Bennett with your name embroidered on the front. After watching Next Level Chef a few months ago, you’d expressed to him how you wanted an apron from H&B one day and that it might take you a while because they were pretty expensive. You couldn’t believe he’d remembered. After that, when you invited Callie and Penny over and the three of you would cook or bake together, you smiled big as you sported your new apron.

Finally, the day Jake and the rest of the Daggers were due home arrived. They weren’t due until late afternoon, so you changed in your office at the library. You wore your candy cane earrings, striped Santa hat, bright red lipstick with peppermint gloss, and made sure your new manicure (candy cane themed of course) shone brightly.

You stood with Penny and the other families that waited for their sailors. You hugged Bob and Phoenix when they walked over to you guys and when Reuben and your brother arrived, they both gave you a big wet kiss on either cheek. Distracted as you were wiping your cheeks off while laughing, you didn’t see or hear Jake approaching.

“What are you doin’ givin’ my girl kisses, Payback?”

“JAKE!” You whirled around with a scream.

“Hey sweetheart.” You practically jumped into his arms and pulled his face to yours (thank goodness for long lasting liquid lipsticks!). Jake took it a step further and dipped you backwards while still kissing you…like that sailor kissing a nurse in New York City on VJ Day in 1945.

“What am I?” you heard Mickey ask. “Chopped liver?”

Later that night, you were in bed reading while Jake finished his shower. You could smell the shower gel he used because it was one he’d gotten you while he was gone (a delicious pepperminty scent from LUSH), and he finally emerged from the bathroom in a peppermint scented cloud.

“Boy, am I happy to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home too, Jake.” You pecked him on the lips when he leaned down over you. “I missed you and even though I loved absolutely everything you got me--especially the candy cane themed flower bouquet--none of it replaces having you here with me.”

“You sap.”

“Shut up. You love how sappy I am.”

“True.” He put on his sleep pants and got in bed next to you. “Do you want today’s present?”

“I thought you were today’s present?”

“I’m just the bonus”, he said with his traditional Jake Seresin smile (it was your favorite of his smiles).

“Then gimme!” You put your book down and made grabby hands at him.

“Here you go m’darlin.” He handed you a small box with a red and white bow on it.

“Jake. Jake. This isn’t…?”

“No, it isn’t. I wouldn’t do that without Mickey being present.”

“Oh okay. It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Baby, don’t worry, I understand.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Nerd.” You turn back to the small box and open it. Inside was a necklace with a small ruby and diamond encrusted candy cane on it. “Holy shit.”

“I take it that means you like it.”

“I love it Jake.” You settle onto his lap and kiss him. When you pull apart, he takes the necklace from the box and moves to put it on you. “Thanks cowboy. I think this is going to beat one of my gifts to you for sure.”

“Oh? Do tell.” You hop off his lap and run into your closet. A few minutes later, you emerge wearing your new candy cane themed robe and your necklace.

“I wanted to put on my necklace and see what you think about how it looks.”

“Let’s see it.” Jake’s jaw drops comically when you throw off your robe, because standing in front of him is you. In your necklace.

Just your necklace.

“Merry Christmas Lieutenant.”

#Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x female reader #Jake Seresin x plus size!reader #Jake Seresin x Garcia!reader #Jake Seresin x latina!reader #Jake Seresin fluff #Jake Seresin fanfiction

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farfromstrange · 3 months

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Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration

Dear Everyone,

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and I thought, since this silly little blog hit over 1.1k followers yesterday, I want to give you something special.

First of all, though, I want to thank you. I’ve been on here since (and I checked with the archive) July 19, 2022. I can't believe that it has been almost two years. I started watching Daredevil after watching Spider-Man: No Way Home in December of 2021 and hearing Matt Murdock say, "I'm a really good lawyer," after catching a brick. So, I started watching the show, and that was during a time I was really miserable. Mentally and physically, I wasn't in a good place, but after watching Daredevil for the first time and falling in love with Charlie Cox as a genuine person and an actor, it felt like I found a reason to keep going.

I started writing fanfiction again, which I kind of neglected because I felt like this hobby of mine wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't inspired at all until I watched the show. If I hadn't, I probably would not have gotten back into writing and using it as an outlet for my feelings, and I probably wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks to Charlie's portrayal of Matt Murdock, and watching his interviews, I felt like I could do the things that I love again and follow my dreams. He's the reason I chose to major in English. And while I owe him that much, I owe you guys here on Tumblr and AO3 even more.

When I first posted here, I didn't think people would even be interested in what I had to say and write. But then more and more people started visiting my profile, you guys started following me, and it kept me motivated to keep writing, even when I'm miserable, and I sometimes only post once every blue moon.

I feel so honored that you guys chose to follow a silly little blog run by a silly little 20-something-year-old whose first language isn't even English (but made it her entire personality), and who chose to write about traumatized dark-haired characters portrayed by Charlie Cox. I'm overwhelmed by the love you continue to show me, and every time one of you chooses to reblog or comment on one of my works, saying that it resonated with you, I feel like I'm doing something right. I'm sharing my ideas, my own experiences, my wishes, and even my deepest, darkest dreams through my writing like it's a fucking diary, and you eat it up every single time.

I'm just so glad that this community exists, as chaotic as it sometimes is, and that you chose to stick around, even when I suck at keeping promises sometimes. You keep teaching me new things about who I am, my writing, and how important it is to put myself first. I don't know if you've heard it lately, but you guys are incredible and I appreciate the hell out of every single one of you.

Thanks to Tumblr, I made lifelong friends (especially looking at you, @blackshadowswriter) and found like-minded people that made me feel less alone. That alone was worth making this account and continuing to post on here.

You may think that I'm being dramatic, but for someone who has never really experienced the kind of validation this community gives me, I want to celebrate this milestone. It means more to me than I can even put into words. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so much! Please, don't ever forget how amazing you are.

That being said, I've got some exciting things planned.

The other day, I found a folder in my Docs titled "the vault". I completely forgot about it because I usually keep my WIPs in a different folder. As it turns out, I made that folder for fics that I originally never planned to post, or ones that I'd finished but wasn't happy with. It’s many, but it’s a few. Some are deeper than others. I also jotted down rough ideas and outlines last year that I stuffed in there, some of which I've actually shared with you but never started working on. Until now. And the contents of that vault are what I want to give to you now.

INTRODUCING: The Vault

6 stories from the vault. 1 bonus fic. 7 days.

I went through a myriad of emotions while I wrote these. For some, I actually bled my soul onto paper. For others, it was merely a brain fart that led to their existence. They're sad, horny, and at times angry, but some of those were originally written for me, and only me. Those that weren't started as a few sentences in a folder before I forgot they existed. Either way, I don't want them to catch dust. And I wouldn't want to share them with anyone else.

Starting February 14th, I will be posting one fic every day until February 20th. My “The Vault” works are Matt Murdock x Reader works, but I've made an exception for the bonus fic. I won't tell you what they are about, but I will give you a list of installments and what kind of fic they are so you know what to be excited about (and maybe which ones are not your cup of tea).

-> The number at the end tells you the date I will be posting it on, but I put it in chronological order as well.

INSTALLMENTS:

1. If You Need To Be Mean (angst, hurt/comfort) 14.

2. Mismatched Bridesmaid (fluff, smut) 15.

3. Weed Cookies (humor, fluff, cw: accidental drug use) 16.

4. the grudge (songfic, angst, hurt/comfort, cw: death of a parent) 17.

5. Halloween (Smut) 18.

6. I Want To Fuck A Priest (Smut, cw: priest!Matt) 19.

BONUS:

7. Now That We Don’t Talk (Part 2 of Is It Over Now?) -> Frank Castle x Reader (smut, angst) 20.

A few more words: You are free to send me an ask if you want to know more, but be prepared that I won't be answering in much detail. I don't want to spoil the fun. I would, however, not mind talking about them as vaguely as possible (if you’re interested).

Thank you all. For everything. And I hope you stick around to read these little gems.

With love from yours truly,

Lizzi <3

#lizzi writes #follower celebration #valentine’s day #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x you #frank castle x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #charlie cox

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bloodofvoid · 4 months

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Quietest Girl in Town Christmas Special!

I'm sorry if this seemed rushed, (I also noticed some people were doing secret santas and I just- didn't join for some reason, so uh- consider this my gift to all my lovely readers!)

Though you weren’t always a fan of the cold, you always loved one thing about your town: the snow. Now too much, not too little. Small white flakes floating down to the ground, decorating the houses and streets with glittering snow.

You loved it, you loved it so.

It was actually snowing right now, a gentle snowfall outside the Blackwood’s bakery. Constance had invited you in after it closed, exclaiming that she had an idea. And that idea was Christmas themed cookies.

About a week ago, Ocean had decided to host a Christmas party with the choir. She had proudly declared that everyone must contribute something to help set everything up.

You had already played your part, meeting up with Ocean at Noel’s house, setting up decorations with the flamboyant singer. His mother was delighted that Ocean wanted to have the party there.

Noel had decided to set up games as you and Ocean worked, conspiring with his mother about what to do. After you and the soprano had finished setting up, he had declared that cards and board games would be played.

Ricky had gone to you, him and Penny deciding to make a bunch of hand-made gifts for everyone. Ricky was a talented crocheter, his works of art had always amazed you. Penny meanwhile had a knack at making jewelry, her creativity appalling others.

Then there was Mischa. Your rough loving boyfriend had basically sobbed to you about his worries of not knowing what to do to help. Initially, he was going to bring over heavy alcohol for everyone, but Ocean was quick to scratch out that idea.

So, with your help, you had gotten Mischa to work with Rick and Constance’s mother to cook a lovely dinner. Surprisingly enough, he had quite the charm in cooking. Ukrainian dishes were delicious, and you were delighted you got to try them.

“-ed or green?” Constance’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and you tore your gaze away from the window.

“Sorry, what?” you asked, rubbing your hands together.

Curse your luck, and that you forgot to bring warm clothes. Of course the heater had to break the moment you got to the bakery.

“I was asking if we should use the red or green box for the cookies,” she repeated, offering a light smile as she gestured to the two boxes.

One was green, with darker speckles. Though if you looked closer, you notes that they were mini designs of wreaths, small, barely noticeable bows adorning the leaves. There was also small prints of snowflakes outlining the clear part, where one would look inside to see the awaiting treats.

The other one was red, with a mix of designs that included: candy canes, santa hats, and reindeer.

Reindeer. That reminded you of a fun time. It was early December, and you were arriving at Mischa’s house to help him with homework. He had come to you, panicking about his grades.

You were pleased to see he cared.

You had helped him out, and went back home. Easy as pie. But unbeknownst to you, Mischa wanted to pay you back. So one day, when you came to visit him, you were met with the Ukrainian in the backyard with a reindeer.

To say you were flabbergasted was an understatement. Now you had a reindeer, being boarded at the local barn in town. You had shown the owner the furry creature, and although confused, she allowed you to keep him there.

You named him Mikey.

A soft smile graced your features, before you picked up the red box, turning back to Constance with a smile.

“This one,” you told her, flashing a toothy grin.

She nodded, taking the box and skittering over to the cookies. They were a mixture of sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, and chocolate chip cookies. You and Constance had to check with everyone to make sure that they liked those kinds of cookies.

With combined help, the both of you had packaged them into two of the red boxes, topping them with a green bow. Now, all you had to do was get to Noel’s house, where everyone was most likely waiting.

“My fingers are gonna freeze off,” you complained, holding the first red box closely to your chest.

“Not my fault you forgot to bring gloves,” Constance joked, giving you an amused look. “We could always share mine.”

A small laugh bubbled from your throat, but you were quick to wave her off, politely declining.

As you two left the bakery, you shared a small, quiet, conversation. The snow continued to fall, decorating your h/c locks with small, white flecks. While it would do the same to Constance, she had a fluffy, pink beanie on, so her hair was covered.

The snow crunched from underneath your fluffy boots, leaving a trail of footprints as you strode towards your friend’s home. It was a basic house, white paint, and smoke slowly trailing up into the cloudy sky.

Constance came up to the door, shifting the box in her arms to free a hand. She then rapped her knuckles against the wood, making a quiet, yet noticeable sound. A few moments later, it opened up.

Noel’s mother, or Michelle, greeted the both of you, a bright smile adorning her lips. She wore a mustard yellow sweater, with blue jeans and ugg boots. Her brown locks framed her face perfectly, doe-brown eyes glinting cheerily.

“Hey you two!” she chirped, beckoning with a smile. “Come on inside, you two must be frozen by now!”

You were quick to oblige, rushing in after Constance. Thankfully, the dining room was near, and you were able to place the red box down. The house was warm, easing the frost that had gathered on your lashes, the red in your skin slowly disappearing.

“I feel frozen,” you commented, giving Michelle a smile as she helped set out the cookies.

As you blew warm air into your palms, you failed to take notice of the footsteps slowly approaching from behind. You only realized someone was there when you felt two large arms wrap around your waist, and the firm chest pressed against your chest.

“You’re as cold as ice,” Mischa mumbled, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled into your hair. “Why don’t you have any mittens, or a sweater?”

Amusement crossed your face, trying to look up at your boyfriend to no avail. You brought one of your hands up, gently pressing it to his cheek, causing him to recoil. A warm laugh slipped, and you rolled your eyes.

“I forgot to bring one,” you admitted, smiling out of embarrassment. “Was in a rush.”

Mischa hummed disapprovingly, pulling away from your figure. You were able to turn around and face him, seeing the Ukrainian dressed in a thick green sweater, one that had ‘Happy Xmas!’ embroidered in red. He also wore a white beanie that had fluff at the top.

He immediately grabbed at the hem of the sweater, pulling it off of his figure to reveal a messy t-shirt underneath. Mischa then grabbed your hand, opening up your fingers and placing the sweater in your palm, pressing it to your chest.

“Keep it,” he insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

You paused, before giving him a huff, puffing your cheeks. Though you wanted to protest, you knew there was no point in arguing with him. It was practically impossible with Mischa.

You gently slid it on, a rushed scent of pine, honey and smoke washed over your nostrils. It offered a certain kind of warmth that was perfect, keeping you cozy inside the fabric.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, reaching down to gently hold Mischa’s hand.

He replied with a nod, guiding you throughout the house to where the rest of the choir was.

As soon as the two of you got inside, you were met with chaos. Penny and Ricky were in the corner, panicking as Noel tried to open all his presents. Meanwhile Ocean was trying to get Noel to stop, handling him like a dog. And there was Constance, who stood in the back, giving you a nervous smile.

Thankfully, Michelle managed to get him to stop, with Noel whining like a kicked puppy. As the chaos died down, Penny and Ricky took notice of your presence, smiling and waving you over.

You gave Mischa a pat on his arm, before quickly skittering over to the duo, smiling brightly.

As soon as you got to Penny, she presented you with a little bag stuffed with tissue paper. You blushed, taking it with a quiet thanks. You dug inside, bringing out a small, yet cute green beanie that had a little ball of fluff at the top.

“Goodness Penny,” you breathed, smiling as you fit it atop your head. “This is adorable, thank you, again.”

“Of course,” she replied, patting your shoulder.

It didn’t take long for Ocean to call everyone together, her voice booming and loud. Everyone was quick to gather around, all sitting next to each other in pairs. Penny and Ricky, Constance and Ocean, Michelle and Noel, and you and Mischa.

Michelle had made some hot cocoa, and the piping hot liquid was the perfect warmer for your hands. You held the purple mug in your hands, keeping it close as you gently blew onto it.

Mischa basically hovered over you as everyone opened their presents, draping his arms around your torso. You had received a few gifts, and you loved them all. A pair of mittens, a record, and some clothes.

Though now it was the end of the day, with only one present left. It was a small box wrapped in green wrapping paper, topped with a white bow. Your brow furrowed as she came forward, picking up the box.

It was for you, from Mischa.

“I thought I said you didn’t need to get me anything,” you told him, turning around to face the Ukrainian.

Your boyfriend shrugged, gesturing for you to open it.

With a sigh, you obliged. Your fingers carefully worked through the paper, trying your best not to rip it. Underneath was a white box, with a simple top. You gently took it off, peeking inside.

It was a ring, small and gold, with a peridot in it, the gem well cleaned. It instantly clicked for you, it was a matching ring to the one Mischa wore on his pinkie, with his birthstone engraved into it. (This is something I like to call a man's gift.)

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, giving him a gentle, thankful smile. “Thank you Mischa.”

You gently strode over to him, but he already had whirled around your backside, giving you another behind hug, resting his head upon your covered head. His form was relaxed, opposite to his usual tense nature.

Constance smiled giddily, trying her best to not explode. She was quick to grab Ocean’s hand, rushing over to your left side and giving you a side hug.

Penny grabbed Ricky and Noel, joining the massive group hug. Soon enough, Michelle joined after some convincing from her son. You felt warm, at peace. No more games, no more death.

All you needed was your family.

“Merry Christmas, everyone.”

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #female reader #ride the cyclone x reader #christmas #Technically canon but like- not apart of the main timeline

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hi I just found your blog (well technically you saw mine and I checked out yours as a result) and wanted to request something if your up to it!

Can I request a one-shot with mile morales and a male!reader where it’s starting to snow out and the reader notices that miles is getting cold so he wraps up his scarf around miles so he doesn’t get cold. If you don’t want to take this that’s fine as well! Oh and drink water and have a snack if you haven’t done that today, thanks either way and I hope you enjoy my page as much as I have yours!

A/n: you don’t understand how much I love getting requestsss it knocks me right out of my writers block!! I love your blog and am glad you’re enjoying mine! Hope you enjoyyyy!!😽🫶

“You knew it was going to snow today, right?”

Miles Morales x Male!Reader

( summary: Miles may have forgotten to check the weather forecast before agreeing to go out with Y/n that day )

Warnings?: None! Just fluffy snow fluff and warm scarfs and gloves !!

!-!more under the cut!-!

You sighed, watching your warm breath turn into fog right before your eyes as you tapped your foot while waiting for Miles to show up. He wasn't that late but you didn't want to stand here any longer looking like an idiot with two hot chocolates and a croissant in hand. You shoved said croissant in your pocket and were about to pull out your phone to shoot him a text when you heard your name get yelled.

"Y/n!"

Turning at the sound you let out a sigh of relief as you saw Miles dashing across the street to where you stood. You just stared at him as he hunched over and caught his breath. Seeing him like this made you wonder if he ran all the way here, the answer is probably yes. "I'm sorry I'm late! I was cleaning and sorta got caught up and- " "Here." You shoved his hot chocolate cup toward his chest to cut off his ramblings before they got worse. "Thank you-." once he grabbed it you let go and smiled, motioning with your head to start walking.

You made idle chatter as the two of you walked down the streets of New York. It was the beginning of winter. December was to come in about a week- so a bit of early snow caught most of the city off guard. It had started early morning, so the snow that laid on the ground wasn't too thick but it stretched far and it didn't take too long for the entire city to be wrapped in a white blanket of snow.

If you'd just rushed outside this morning without hearing the forecast over the radio you'd be freezing right now. Even without hearing the forecast you would've guessed it was going to be cold. I mean, it's winter in New York everybody would dress a little warmer, right? That's what you thought until a bus sped by both you and Miles. You heard a quick, "Geez it's cold." and a shudder from beside you. Looking towards Miles, it was only then that you noticed how underdressed he was. He had a jacket on sure but it wasn't the proper kind, in fact a jacket was the only thing he had to combat the cold. No gloves, no scarf, no hat, he was defenseless. His nose and cheeks were a little red and he kept his arms close to himself as an attempt to gain more warmth.

You stopped walking, sighed, and started undoing your scarf. Miles stopped walking when you did and stared at you confused as you pulled the scarf from around your neck. "Why are you- ah!" He paused as you wrapped your scarf around his neck, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. "You knew it was going to snow today, right?" "uhm.." his voice seemed quieter than usual as he stared at you wrapping your scarf around his neck. "Well?" You asked when you finished and looked in his eyes, his heart skipped a beat as his brain backfired on him. "Did you know or not?" He let out a short, nervous laugh and smiled, reaching up to scratch the side of his head. "I knew..I just..forgot..?" You smirked, "forgot?" "yeah!" he looked away from you, taking a step back as if he just realized how close the two of you were. "I was just really excited to hang out with you today, but then my mom said I had to clean my room before I go so- I had to rush around and when I finished and she said I was good to go I just kinda rushed out the door." He wore a nervous smile as he spoke. "You were that excited huh?" You teased and stepped a little closer to him. "y-yeah..I was." There was a silence for a while as you looked him over. You saw his hands and frowned. You started taking off your own gloves but when Miles noticed, he stopped you. "Hey, keep your gloves on! Your hands will get cold!" He grabbed the base of your gloves and pulled them back down onto your hands. "But what about yours?" They were dry from the cold air and were clearly getting harder to move. "I'll be fine! I swear! Keep your gloves on you already gave me your scarf." The two of you went back and for for a while before you just stared at him and sighed at his stubbornness. "Fine. I'll keep them on." You readjusted your gloves as he let out a sigh of relief, "Thank y-" He was cut off by a hand grabbing his and he felt his heart rate pick up as he realized who's. He looked down at your intertwined hands before looking back up at you. "I'm gonna warm your hands one way or another." You smiled at his shocked face before tugging him slightly. "Come on, I wanna finish our walk." His legs started moving before his brain could compute. All he could do was glance at your hands every other minute as he snuggled into the warmth brought to him by your scarf and he sighed, content.

EXTRA:

"Hey wait, what's that?" You heard him question and you realized what he was staring at, your pocket,

"oh this? it's a croissant."

"Is it for me?"

You chuckled, "no."

"What? Where's my croissant? I want a croissant!"

"Then you shouldn't have taken so long to get here."

"That's not fair!"

"It's totally fair."

"Gimme a piece!"

"...Fine."

----!----

Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night!

My requests are OPEN so feel free to request anything! Just make sure you check out my Request Info!

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akutasoda · 2 months

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hello!! 🐊anon here! I'm greatly excited to see the requests are finally open!! I've waited for this moment since december jiji, can I request bsd men (you can choose them but pls add ranpo and grandpa fukuzawa) with a child!fem! Reader (platonic obv) who's like Lucy from Elfen Lied? I've just re-watched the anime but I didn't remember it so bloody O_o" anyways, if you dont know about her, i quickly explain it to you, she is not human she is a diclonius, this race has vectors, which are invisible and intangible weapons and have the shape of arms with incredible physical strength, although they only reach 2 meters. Female diclonius have pink hair with 2 little horns on each side of their head, while males... They are bald and ugly lol 😭. That would be my 'quick' explanation, ofc you can ignore the blood here blood there part, but i'd like it more if you at least describe her as 'dangerous'.

At the end of the day, Reader is not a villain, just a misunderstood girl who has been through a lot, she just wants a hug and to cry in someone's arms :c. Ah i forgot, angst with some fluff if u want :3 you can ignore this if you consider it out of the rules!! Its fine for me i have more ideas to share!! Have a nuce day ill be waiting patiently, take your time and takd care of yourself!!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

childhood misunderstandings

synopsis - maybe you really were just a misunderstood child

includes - ranpo, fukuzawa, sigma, oda - all platonic!

warnings - fem!child!reader, angst to comfort, fluff, mentions of blood and violence, wc - 1k

a/n: hii! sorry this took so long but hope you're having a nice day! take care of yourself aswell <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

↪while ranpo may be outgoing, he doesn't really use that to form many relationships with the people he talks to. however he may realise how much fukuzawa's care has affected him when he finds you.

↪he is by no means an idiot, and so he can immediately understand that you aren't as dangerous as everyone made you out to be. some people really just have to do what they can to survive and so for you that meant you perhaps had to hurt some people.

↪he had no issue with offering to take you in just like fukuzawa did for him - he knew fukuzawa also wouldn't have an issue. mainly because he also knew that not many would have the same confidence to turn a blind eye and understand your situation.

↪he always thought your pink hair reminded him of the kind of pink that was on sweet wrappers - he also thought your little ears on the side of your head were adorable.

↪your combative side to your ability mattered very little to him. sure it was pretty cool and very dangerous in close quarters but he never really cared about what other people's abilities were. most times.

↪ranpo can be rather expressing, more often with people closer to him and it's not really physical contact. but he could sympathise with your situation and understand that one simple comforting hug could open a floodgate.

↪and when he does give you the biggest hug you'd ever receive, you really couldn't help but feel a sense of home in his arms (his hugs are the perfect mix of a comforting weight that doesn't feel overbearing)

yukichi fukuzawa ★↷

↪fukuzawa was no stranger to finding troubled children and taking them under his care even if a few were literal criminals - some may say he had that fatherly instinct. so when he found you in a mess of blood he wouldn't think twice.

↪of course he couldn't completely ignore the fact that he did find you in a rather concerning display of blood that was most definitely not yours, as much as he would like to. however he could happily tell himself that people always had some reason for doing what they did.

↪he thought your appearance, because of you ability, was quite lovely. your pink hair rather sweet and the small little ears on the side of your head really made him melt.

↪because of the fact that his ability helped others, that eventually extended to you. in turn making your vectors that much more controllable and therefore stronger. he could agree that your ability's more combative side was dangerous but he wanted to refrain you from using it in such ways.

↪the first time he ever gave you a hug you cried immediately. he was the first person to realise how you weren't dangerous for villainous reasons - when you realised this you grew that much more attached to him.

↪ fukuzawa practically radiates a maternal instinct and he has no problem in helping troubled children. as a result he has no problem when they view him as the father figure they might so desperately need.

sigma ★↷

↪sigma has barely lived his life. he was created 3 years ago and ever since he's been serving duties for the oda and running the sky casino. therefore, he was left with very little time to do anything else.

↪he wasn't quite as desensitized as his colleagues and so when he found you, he panicked quite a bit. the last thing he'd expect to see would be the sight of a young child surrounded by blood from what he could only assume was someone else's.

↪ although, if there was one thing that he had in common with you would be the search for a home - he barely had a past and you had a past full of unfortunate experiences. you both just wanted somewhere to be safe and feel comfort.

↪your ability with your vectors did make him wary at first, mainly because he couldn't see them. but he thought your pink hair and little ears were beautiful and unique.

↪sigma isn't exactly the most forward with any kinds of physical expression. he has probably never received a hug in his life but he would try his hardest to give you that comfort he never had. a home for the both of you.

sakunosuke oda ★↷

↪it was certainly no secret that oda loved kids - more specifically loved taking after them. even after a long day's work there's nothing more he'd like to do than visit the orphans he regularly visits. but he'd never really adopted one of his own.

↪but that all changed when he met you. finding you in a mess of blood that vaguely reminded him of how he met a certain brunette, but this time it wasn't your own. he could immediately sympathise with your situation despite probably not being in a similar one.

↪he probably had the mafia to thank for his desensitisation to anything violent and so you being classed as 'dangerous' didn't mean anything to him. to him you were a child. a child in need of proper care.

↪your pink hair and small ears were loved by the orphans that he eventually introduced you to when he couldn't let you tag alongside him - he also thought they were quite adorable.

↪your ability was the reason you were seen as 'dangerous' but he didn't care. as long as you learnt to utilise the vectors and have complete control, he wouldn't mind - he would also gladly help you learn how to control them if need be.

↪oda would be quite happy to give you a very much needed hug. if you really needed somewhere to know that you were safe and that nothing bad would happen, his arms were the perfect place.

#🐊 anon↩#x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd x female reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #bsd odasaku #odasaku x reader #oda x reader

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oliversrarebooks · 5 months

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Can you tell Emily in particular I wish her a happy Thanksgiving and I hope she’s eating a very good meal because she deserves it (if this is something she even celebrates)

Happy thanksgiving to everyone else of course but I particularly hope she’s well-fed.

Well, this isn't really a happy story for the holidays...

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December 1925

TW: mind control, conditioning, intelligence loss, memory loss, dehumanization, pet whump, captivity (darker than usual, but not necessary to the overall story)

Emily dreamed of abstract colors, deep blues and vivid greens, vivid orange and dusty brown. They swirled and mixed in her mind. It smelled like paint. Her hands were covered in paint, too.

Why were her hands covered in paint?

She startled herself out of the dream. There was no paint. She was warm and snug in her nightgown and collar, laying in her soft pet bed, her leash wound loosely around the post of her lady's bed. Exactly where she was supposed to be. Through her half-asleep haze she could hear the familiar sounds of her lady at the vanity playing with her makeup, cosmetics clicking against the wood as she picked them up and set them down.

Her mind was trying to grasp onto the dream. The paint. For some reason, she didn't want to lose it. She wanted to think about it, even though it was hard and made her sleepy. It made her sad, too. Lady Jessica didn't like it when she was sad.

Maybe she had better leave it alone.

"Oh, dear, what's wrong, my pet?" Fluffy pink slippers came into her line of sight, and Emily knelt before her lady, just like she'd been taught. "You look as though something's troubling you. Are you ill?"

"No, my lady," she said. "It was only a bad dream. This one is sorry if she made too much noise."

To her relief, her lady didn't seem displeased, instead offering a hand to pet Emily's hair. She leaned into the kind touch, rubbing her head against her lady's hand. "What sort of bad dream was it, dear?"

"This one isn't sure," Emily said. It was so much harder to think when her lady was near. "There was... paint."

"Paint." The tone of her voice darkened, and Emily instinctively flinched away. "No, no, no, pet, it's okay. You haven't done a thing wrong, poor dear, I know you're trying hard to be a good pet. It's not your fault if you sometimes dream of silly things that don't belong to pets."

Emily was glad that she wasn't going to be punished, but still felt very uneasy. The paint was important, she just couldn't remember why. And her lady's insistence that it didn't belong to her... something about that didn't sit right in her chest. "Yes, my lady." She nuzzled into her lady's hand, hoping to quell the bad thoughts.

"Paint isn't appropriate for pets. Pets are far too silly and clumsy. You'd make a mess everywhere."

"You're right, my lady." Of course she was right. She always was.

"Why don't I get you some crayons? A nice big set of crayons and a thick pad of paper. You can scribble to your heart's content. How does that sound?"

Emily's breath caught. She didn't have any toys like that. That seemed like so much fun. Such a generous offer from her lady. "Yes, please, my lady, this one would love that so much."

"Then it shall be yours." Lady Jessica cupped her face in her hands. "Anything for my darling, weak, useless little pet."

That made Emily sad, too, although she didn't understand why. "Thank you, my lady."

"Now then, is my precious pet hungry?"

Now that she mentioned it. "Yes, my lady!" Meals were the highlight of her day. It took her a long time to eat since her clumsy pet fingers couldn't use forks very well, but that was fine -- she didn't have much else to do with her time. That might start changing, though, if her lady really did get her crayons and paper. Her lady often forgot the things she had promised, as was her right.

"I'll have Betty send your food up, then," said Lady Jessica, leaving the room.

Emily settled back down into her bed. She hoped that the fact that her lady was doing her makeup meant that they were going out, that she would get to go for a walk. She liked it when her lady dressed her up in a pretty coat and scarf. She liked to see the moon and the stars. Maybe she could draw the moon with her new crayons so that she could look at it all the time.

She was good at drawing. She wasn't sure how she knew that, since her lady had never given her anything to draw with, but it seemed right. And maybe if she got to draw, she'd stop feeling so sad.

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Now I feel like I want to write something comforting to make up for this...

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @wanderinggoblin @whumpyourdamnpears @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are @pressedpenn @pigeonwhumps @amusedmuralist @xx-adam-xx @ivycloak @irregular-book @whumpsoda @mj-or-say10 @pokemaniacgemini @whumpshaped @whumpsday @morning-star-whump @shinyotachi @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @pirefyrelight @theauthorintraining-blog @whump-me-all-night-long @anonfromcanada @typewrittenfangs @tessellated-sunl1ght @cleverinsidejoke @abirbable @ichorousambrosia @a-formless-entity

#whump #whump writing #vampire #mind control #whumpee #vampire whumper #captivity #dehumanization #memory loss #pet whump #emily

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 8 months

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Izzy Ship Alignment for S2

Spoilers for if you want to avoid s2 Izzy talk. (minor spoilers for the S2 teaser, and the interview Con did last December) PLEASE disagree with my rankings. I would love to know how y'all feel about this.

I saw someone online reference the tiny interview Con had last December about Izzy's direction this season. Where it's referenced that Izzy understands himself emotionally, and is a romantic in a unrequited love.

I thought the obvious, 'Oh, Izzy/Ed, Izzy recovers from that'. BUT someone on TikTok mentioned how funny it would be if it were an unexpected character he ends up with.

SO I made this outcome chart:

The vertical columns: How it would affect the story. In a Chaotic way, a neutral way, or a 'lawful' way where I feel that it benefits the world/story around Izzy.

Horizontal columns: How bat shit I would go. Evil = I will never emotionally recover, THE DRAMA. Neutral I'm having a lovely time, and enjoying the ride. Good= YES! CHARACTER GROWTH!!!!

This is not me ranking ships, but the general vibe they bring to the plot we can see from the trailer. EXPLANATIONS DOWN BELOW.

Lawful Good: Single, but happy: This is where I predict s2 will end off. It's smart. Izzy is out of an emotional relationship where he's under his boss. He's finally free. He can be happy and single, or go into S3 looking for someone.

Neutral Good: ButtHands: It wouldn't change much in the story, but overall I'd think it's fun. Purely for the confusion of it all. They don't like each other...and yet.

Chaotic Good: Blackhands: It would change a lot in the story, and I wouldn't recover. Especially if it's just an unemotional one-off that leaves Izzy devastated. I don't think it would work...but the character growth???? Unmatched.

Lawful Neutral: Ouizzy, I love it, it's really fun, and it wouldn't change all that much in the story. It wouldn't force Izzy to change too much, besides maybe being kinder. Frenchie gets another bodyguard, and the banter would be fun.

Ture Neutral: Jizzy. They are almost the same person but Jim is supported by someone in their lives. I don't personally see it, but I do see that these two would get on together. Mild changes to the story, and I'd be satisfied with it.

Chaotic Neutral: SteddyHands: COULD YOU IMAGINE. A mainstream tv show with a poly couple as leads? And it's messy as fuck? It would take another season to set up, likely introducing Stizzy this season, and ending it off in the middle in S3. But it would have major consequences in the story, and I wouldn't be well after.

Lawful Evil: Rizzy: Izzy is able to be his tired, overworked, and violent self with someone who gets that at some level. It moves the plot forward while also being a badass scary couple.

Neutral Evil: RETROACTIVE CALICOHANDS WOULD HURT. Ngl, finding out Izzy sent someone he kind of cared about would affect Izzy's story, but not the overall plot. I wouldn't recover, Izzy would have a big regret arch, and I'd write fix it's.

Chaotic Evil: Just Stizzy. A freshly 'single' Izzy leaves Ed, and goes to find Stede, but oh no. Stede genuinely wants to get better and be loyal to his crew. Izzy finds himself falling infatuated with his boss' ex. Stede still loves Ed and is going to find Ed. But Izzy just has to chew on his lip as he falls for his Captain AGAIN. Stede needs to figure out that you can love people in different ways. We get a messy love triangle and STEDE is in the center. I WANT THIS. I won't get it. BUT WHAT IF.

[I forgot Lucius/Izzy, but to me, it sits right at the True Neutral or Chaotic Neutral. It wouldn't change too much in the overall plot. It shows huge growth for both people. The only reason it would be Chaotic is how Izzy would be perceived by the crew]

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kokomiin · 1 year

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I didn't want to have to do this but I am currently being harassed by somebody I worked for with no sign of letting up, so here it is. Some of you might remember me working on an RPG called Moonatic since last month. I was contacted by this person in early December to be the artist for the game, after seeing how many people were working on it I decided to accept, but everyone involved was working out of goodwill under the promise that we would eventually be paid. I was encouraged by the director to work at maximum capacity every day, I am aware that I have an especially fast art output compared to some people, but this still takes work and energy as I am a human being. If I was only able to complete one piece in a day, he would comment on that being "a shame" and would point out if I finished my work day earlier than him due to exhaustion even if I had actually gotten things done. I kept working hard every day because I genuinely believed in the project and thought this kind of crunch wouldn't be permanent, and I didn't want to cause friction between myself and the director by complaining which I now realise was a huge mistake. Whenever I took a day off I had to announce it, there was no set schedule and I believe he would have me working every day if possible.

My friends can attest to the decrease in my physical and mental health before I even realised how I was being affected by this. The director also initiated a friendship with me as well as me being his employee, I accepted but over time personal boundaries were crossed, he made judgements about some things in my personal life and just two days ago, the day before I decided to resign, he implied a romantic interest in me knowing full well that I'm in a relationship. This was a breaking point for me and I had to reevaluate everything, after discussing with many people I decided it was best for everyone if I left. But when I gave the director my resignation, explaining to him the stress I was under and how I was uncomfortable with how he spoke to me, but that I would still let them use my work for the project, he immediately reacted with a mental spiral, blamed me for the project failing and even now still refuses to contact me directly.

A few weeks ago he insisted on purchasing a VR Headset for me, which I declined multiple times due to the cost and because I didn't ask for it in the first place, but around my birthday when he kept insisting I decided to accept, considering it my compensation for the month's worth of free labour I had done. I drew many character design sheets, environments, a comic, promotional artwork, helped to finish the trailer's storyboard and had begun animating it, with only a few days of breaks. I left the project because of stress and a lack of personal boundaries that were caused by him, and now this person is spamming me with payment requests to give him back the money for this gift. He claims it as a work tool, but when we talked about him getting it for me he treated the 'work' aspect as an excuse and said he really wanted to hang out with me in VR after work. Now he is declaring it as a work tool that needs to be repaid if not shipped back. A VR headset is not at all a necessary tool for this project, which is an RPG game developed in game maker.

I'm genuinely afraid about what else this person might do as he is blaming me for the project failing as though it was my own, and refusing to take responsibility for his treatment of me. If you are an artist, in the future please avoid any company with the name Andel in it. If I end up being forced to pay back the price of my free labour :') I'll open emergency commissions, ok?

screenshots under the cut (i'm pretty shaky right now so I forgot to add some, the ones related to my resignation have been added now)

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Always Going to Take Care of You

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Baby Jack is the absolute cutest

Synopsis: Jack forgets what you told him when he asked you what you wanted for Christmas and enlists the help of everyone around him to figure it out

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: @fallon-carrington123

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"Shit." Jack muttered to himself as he was currently trying to remember what you had told him that you wanted for Christmas.

He remembered what you wanted for your birthday and the last thing he wanted to do was ask you again.

He thought that you would give him so much shit for it or think that he wasn't a good boyfriend who listened to you.

He had asked your parents, your sister Dani, your cousin Nicole and all they did was kind of brush him off thinking that he wasn't being serious because Jack knew you like the back of his hand.

So here he was on December 10, 2016 at 10 at night pacing his room trying to remember. He had to get his shit together to hurry up and order it if it was something that he couldn't go to the mall and get so that it would be here on time.

His phone then went off signaling a text from you.

Baby Girl- Smush, are you okay? I looked out my window to see you pacing around your room. You look stressed.

Oh, he definitely was.

Smush- Oh, I'm fine babe. Just trying to think of a gift to get my mom

Baby Girl- It's a good thing I made it easy for you this year and told you exactly what I wanted so you didn't have to stress about what to get me 😌

Seriously?

Smush- Exactly

Baby Girl- Come over so we can watch Christmas movies and I'll help you think of a gift for her. I could use the cuddles.

Smush- Give me 30 minutes my baby

Baby Girl- Okay! I'll get the snacks ready.

Since it was Saturday night and the two of you didn't have school seeing as you both graduated (Urban was surprised you got your diploma since you were always late), most weekends in December consisted of the two of you doing some type of holiday activity whether it was ice skating, making gingerbread houses, playing in the snow, or Jack making you hot chocolate which had now become his specialty.

He knew you liked it so much and literally perfected it to where when you made it, it wasn't even close to how good his was.

He couldn't cook, but at least he had one thing going for him when you two moved in together in the next few months.

Now it was time to text his best friend to see if he had any clue to what you wanted because he was desperate.

Jack- URBAN HELP ME

Urb- With?

Jack- I can't remember what Baby girl told me she wanted for Christmas and I obviously don't want to ask her

Urb- Flop boyfriend of the year award

Jack- FOCUS PLEASE

Urb- Calling it like I see it

Jack- Did she tell you anything?

Urb- Maybe

Jack- TELL ME SO I CAN GO BUY IT

Urb- Just ask her

Jack- So she can see what a horrible boyfriend I am? I think not

Urb- You aren’t a horrible boyfriend although you could bother to go to a class about being a better one once in awhile

Jack- WHAT

Urb- Ask Clay

Jack- You cannot be serious and ABSOLUTELY NOT

Urb- If I ask her she’s going to know that you forgot because she’s going to be like what are you asking me for? Because I already told her that I got her gift already.

Jack- Fine

Jack then slipped on his sweatshirt and coat before making his way across the street to you.

Since there was a whole bunch of snow and ice everywhere, you told him to go around to the back door and you would come and get him that way. The last thing you both needed was him falling from your bedroom window.

“Hi smush!” You said as you opened the back door and Jack quickly brought you into a hug while kissing your forehead.

“Hey my baby.”

“I have all of our favorite snacks and Dani made a special trip to our favorite bakery to get our muffins with the cream cheese in the middle. And I went to the grocery store this morning and got a case of Big Red. We also have popcorn, gingerbread cookies, snickerdoodles, sugar cookies, salted caramel cupcakes, and I think that’s all.”

“Well, damn.”

“I had to make sure we had enough!”

“Baby, there’s only two of us. That’s enough food for five people.”

“Would you like for me to invite Clay over then to help us eat it?”

“NO!”

“I didn’t think so. Come on.”

The two of you then made your way upstairs to your room while sneaking past your parents and got comfortable.

“Did we decide on our matching pajamas this year?” You asked and Jack shook his head no.

That was one of the Christmas traditions between the two of you since you two became a couple three years ago.

“How about we do the grinch this year? I can order them off of amazon. They’ll be here before Christmas so we can wear them.”

“Sounds like a plan, my baby. Now what are we watching?”

The group chat went crazy when the two of you posted the picture with your matching pajamas. Urban was the worst one.

“Hmm, Home Alone? This Christmas? Bad Santa? Cheesy Hallmark movie?”

“Can’t go wrong with This Christmas.”

“Let’s do it.” You said turning it on and passing Jack something to drink.

The two of you were halfway through the movie and you could tell that something was bothering your boyfriend.

He seemed distracted and that something was on his mind.

“Umm, babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Is everything okay? You seem distracted.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just wondering what to get for my mom is all.”

“Oh! I forgot that’s what I was supposed to help you with. Okay um, how about jewelry? You can’t go wrong with that. A bracelet maybe? How about Pandora?”

“Baby, I’m still saving money for our apartment so less on the expensive side please.”

“They have some bracelets for like 50 dollars. Here I’ll show you.”

You pulled up the website on your phone and found a cute bracelet that Jack could put charms on representing his dad, him, and Clay.

“She’s going to love this.”

—

“Nic, he’s acting weird and I don’t know what it is.”

“When is he not acting weird?”

“Leave my baby alone. He’s a little off but that’s my man. He might be a hot mess, but he’s my hot mess.”

“Yes, we know. What is he doing?”

“It’s like he just seems distracted. Every time we’re together it seems like he’s always deep in thought or his mind is elsewhere.”

“Well it’s the holiday season. He’s probably trying to think of the perfect gift to give you.”

“He doesn’t need to do that.”

“Why not?”

“I already told him what I wanted. I told him in the middle of November so he would have enough time to get my birthday gift and Christmas gift.”

“Oh…”

“Nic, what do you mean oh?”

Meanwhile across the street, Jack was pleading with Clay for him to ask you what you wanted and then report back to him so that he could buy it.

“Clay, just ask her for me please. She won’t think anything of it if you ask her.”

“And shitty boyfriend of the year award goes to…”

“Shut the fuck up and help me!”

“She should be my girlfriend instead anyway and why should I help you? If I buy her what she tells me, she’s bound to leave you at this point.”

“I will take your gift back that I got you. Don’t test me, little brother. And how the hell are you going to pay for it? You suddenly have a job that I don’t know about?”

“Only because it has to deal with Y/N and I would make it happen. If it didn’t, my answer would be no.”

Just then your phone went off indicating an incoming call from Clay.

“Favorite Harlow child! State your business!”

“Hiii Y/N!”

“What’s going on? Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything is fine. Just had a question for you.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“Did you tell Jack what you wanted for Christmas already?” Jack threw up his hands in disbelief because this was not a part of the plan.

“I did. I told him last month. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, last month? Well, he forgot. So he wanted for me to ask you but not to let you know that he forgot, but he did.”

“CLAYBORN!” You hear Jack scream in the background and you heard shuffling and it almost sounded as if Clay had dropped the phone.

After their little scuffle, you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“Umm, baby girl?”

“Jack, if you had forgotten all you had to do was ask me.”

“I know but I didn’t want it to seem like I wasn’t listening to you or that I don’t pay attention to you.”

“Baby, I know you listen to me. But you’re also human and you can forget things. We’ve been doing a lot with looking for our first apartment and everything. I promise I’m not mad and I wouldn’t have been if you would have asked.”

“So I’m not a flop boyfriend?”

“Who told you that? Was it Urban? I’m going to kick his ass. And you definitely aren’t.”

“OKAY ARE YOU GOING TO TELL HIM OR NOT BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO GO BUY IT SO I CAN BE YOUR BOYFRIEND INSTEAD!”

“Clay! Cut the shit!”

“Tell Clay I love him too and it’s the Kate Spade blush watch.”

“I’m ignoring that first part and oh shit.” Jack said suddenly, having a realization.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“HE ALREADY BOUGHT IT AND IT’S IN HIS CLOSET! I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING ELSE!”

“CLAY SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY DID YOU TELL HER?!”

“OVER HERE FREAKING OUT OVER NOTHING! AND YOU ALREADY GOT IT FOR HER!”

All you and Nic were doing was laughing at the exchange that was currently happening between Jack and Clay.

A few more minutes had passed when you once again heard your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m sorry your gift is now ruined.”

“It’s okay, smush. I promise.”

“No it’s not. Now I have to get you something else.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do and don’t fight me on this. Umm, baby I’ll call you later because I have to get another gift and kick Clay’s ass.”

“Oh um, alright then.”

“I love you.. And…. CLAY DO NOT TOUCH THAT!”

“I love you too, go handle that.”

—

“Jack, where are we?” You asked, looking around and taking in your surroundings.

Of course it was midnight on Christmas and Jack had picked you up and drove you somewhere in the middle of downtown Louisville.

As far as you knew nothing was open so you didn’t know what you were down here for.

“This is your other gift. Here, open this.”

Jack handed you a small box with a pink bow on top and you simply shook your head.

“I told you not to get me anything else.”

“Nope, don’t want to hear it. And it’s actually for the both of us.”

You looked back down at the box and undid the box while opening it.

“Baby, is this a key?”

“It is.”

“What’s it to?”

“Our apartment that’s in this building.”

“NO YOU DIDN’T!” You said while looking at him and then looking at the building that was behind you.

It definitely looked expensive.

“I did. I said I wanted to do something else for you and I meant it. Do you want to go in and see it?”

You eagerly nodded your head yes before Jack leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m always going to take care of you and protect you, even if I forget things from time to time..”

“I love you.” You said as Jack grabbed your hand and the two of you began making your way inside.

“I love you more and I hope that this makes up for it.”

“You didn’t have anything to make up for, I promise.”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a two bedroom.”

“Okay?”

“Urban’s moving in too.”

“Oh, so I can take turns terrorizing the both of you? Perfect.”

“BABY, THAT WAS NOT AN INVITATION FOR YOU TO DO THAT.”

“Too late.”

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morganski-19 · 3 months

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I Don't Know Which Way's Home

Chapter 11: Holidays

ao3 link, Part 1, Part 10

Present Day, December 1986

“Why does your house look emptier than normal?” Robin asks, leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Probably because it’s not drowning in Christmas decorations like your house is,” Steve responds, pulling the frozen pizza out of the oven.

Robin cranes her neck to look in the doorway to the living room. Normally there would be a large tree sitting in front of the window, but this year there’s not. Steve thought about decorating, thought about doing something for the holidays. But so much has happened in the past few weeks that he just forgot. Or didn’t have time to think about it.

And when he did have time to think about it, he didn’t know what to do. He thought about asking Julie what she wanted to do but didn’t want to push. This was going to be a hard time for her, the first Christmas without her mom. Thanksgiving came and went without either of them noticing or saying something about it. Having just moved in, Julie was still adjusting, so Steve didn’t bring it up.

But now, there wasn’t really an excuse now. Steve should have asked. Should have asked what her mom used to do to make it feel like something was happening, instead of him just ignoring it. But the holidays were a sore subject for him too, and he tended to avoid it until it sprung on him. Buy gifts for his friends, expecting nothing in return, and then spend Christmas alone in his big house.

At least that’s how it went until Dustin called him on Christmas morning and practically dragged him out of the house to come spend it with him and his mom. It was nice having something to do. Something that was considered normal, a staple. And now this year he was invited to the Byers’ for Christmas Eve dinner.

Steve wanted to go, continue the little traditions he has made for himself. But then there was Julie. He didn’t know how she wanted to go about this. Or if she wanted to go to places where she barely knew the people there.

He just really needed to ask.

“Your house does look suffocating, and that’s coming from someone who’s uncle is a Catholic,” Eddie pipes in, trying to take a piece of the pizza but flinching away.

“I just pulled that out of the oven, give it a minute.”

Eddie flips him off gently, while trying again with his other hand. A knock comes from the front door, and Steve excuses himself to go answer it.

Nancy is on the other side, smiling. “Hey,” she says excitedly.

“Nance, welcome home,” Steve ushers her in and pulls her in for a hug. “I thought you were supposed to get back last week.”

“Yeah, I was, but I got held up at work. How’s it going? I haven’t been able to get a hold of you for a while.”

Steve rubs the back of his neck. “It’s been interesting. I’ll have to fill you in-.”

“Steve, who was at the,” Robin walks into the hallway. “Oh my god, Nancy, hi.” She runs up and almost tackles Nancy into a hug.

Eddie wanders into the hallway, confused. “Oh, hey Wheeler. Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” Nancy mumbles while Robin still squeezes her. When Robin pulls back, Nancy tries to lean in for a kiss, but Robin stops her.

“There’s someone else in the house,” she explains.

Nancy’s brows knit together. “Oh, are one of the kids here?”

“Something like that.” Steve fills in.

He hasn’t exactly talked to Nancy in a few months. The months where his life had news other than just general work things. Sure, he meant to call her, meant to fill her in. They became pretty close over the summer, forming a friendship after their weird past. But Nancy got busy, and so did he. So, the phone calls kind of dwindled.

Robin calls Nancy at least twice a week, but they started dating a month or so before Nancy went off to college, so it was expected. Steve just assumed that Robin would have filled her in, but he guesses not.

“Wait a second,” Eddie starts figure out.

Robin turns to Steve. “You seriously didn’t tell her?”

“It just didn’t come up, ok,” Steve loosely defends.

“Oh my god, you idiot,” Robin rolls her eyes at the same time Nancy says, “Tell me what?”

Julie opens her door and walks down the stairs, stopping halfway. Eyes immediately widening when she sees them standing in front of the door. “Oh, hi. Is something happening?”

“No, nothing,” Steve says before anyone can jump in. “There’s pizza in the kitchen if you want any.”

She nods, making her way down the rest of the stairs. “Ok,” she says super confused, giving Steve a questioning look. He makes a face of “I’ll explain it later,” and she shrugs and heads to the kitchen.

When he turns back to the group, Robin has her arms crossed, Nancy has a very confused face, and Eddie’s trying hard not to laugh. Nancy crosses her arms, mirroring Robin, and raising her eyebrows. Waiting for an explanation.

“So, you might have missed something big,” he starts to explain.

“You think,” Robin interrupts. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell her about Julie.”

Eddie’s attempts at not laughing starts to fail. Steve slaps him on the arm, looking for support, but Eddie just raises his hands in defeat.

Steve lets out a long sigh, turning back to Nancy. “That was my sister, Julie. She’s living with me right now.”

Nancy’s mouth drops as her eyebrows raise even higher. She turns to Robin, who just nods in conformation. “I’ve known you for four years, and you never told me you have a sister,” she finally says.

“In my defense, I didn’t know I had a sister until two months ago.”

“You have known for two months and didn’t tell me,” she says louder.

Eddie is full on laughing now, trying to calm himself down, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. Robin just rolls her eyes more, too tired of this.

“A lot of things were happening, and I haven’t talked to you in a while. I got a promotion, had to get custody of her. Went through a lot of the mental side of things and a bunch of realizations about my childhood. It was a lot.”

Nancy squints her eyes, taking everything in. “I guess I can forgive that. But you need to pick up my damn phone calls.”

“That’s fair.”

There was more that he wanted to talk to Nancy about, things that she would know. But he didn’t want Julie to overhear, not about this. He hasn’t yet told her about the decision to sue his parents, or really done anything other than say he wants to. A few days ago, he had told Eddie about it. Had a few more tears about it too. Each time he said it, it became more real.

Each time, a small weight was taken off his chest. Because someone finally knew. Knew what he went through, and believed him, wanted to stand by him during this fight. Cementing the fact that what happened to him wasn’t normal and shouldn’t be ignored.

Nancy was one of the first people who pointed out something that his parents did that was wrong. How parents don’t just forget to call on their child’s birthday, or don’t show up at all. That getting a card months later without an excuse wasn’t normal. She would be proud of him for standing up, and he wanted her to know. Just not now.

Steve finally invites Nancy in past the doorway, leading her into the kitchen and offering some food. Julie is sitting at her usual spot at the island, listening to music through her Walkman. She looks up when they walk in, pulling the headphones off, soft sounds of rock music coming through the speakers.

“Julie, this is my friend Nancy,” Steve introduces. “She’s back from school for break.”

Nancy smiles at Julie. “Nice to meet you. I see it now,” she says towards Steve. “She looks a little like you.

“Everyone says that, but I don’t see it,” Julie says. Steve just shrugs.

“I think it’s the eyes,” Eddie mumbles with a mouthful of food, finally able to eat his pizza.

Robin shrugs, “Or the hair.”

After eating, Julie heads back up to her room, leaving the rest of them to catch up. They talk for a while until Nancy has to get back home. Steve sees her out, stopping to talk to her before she leaves.

“How are you really doing, with all of this?” Nancy asks, slipping her coat back on. “I mean, finding out your dad had another kid, and then taking her in after all these years. That had to be hard.”

Steve swallows. “Yeah, it was. Not the taking her in part, that was easy. But it kind of opened my eyes a bit. Showed me how much my parents did, or didn’t do, I guess.”

Nancy softens her face, reaching out to rub Steve’s arm, comforting him. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m suing them,” Steve says, unable to keep it a secret. “For neglect. Since I’m over eighteen, it the only thing I can do to affect them now. And I want them to know, for a judge to make it real to them since it never was just coming from me.”

She gives him a sympathetic look, bringing him in for a hug. “Let me know if you need anything, I’ll happily be a witness against them. And call me, please. I love talking to Robin, but I don’t like hearing everything about you from her. You’re my friend too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. See you later, Nance.”

. . .

Julie sits on her bed, music playing through her headphone as she writes in the journal placed on her lap. Finally writes in this journal again. Something about the past few days gave her the motivation to finish what she started. For symbolic purposes, if anything. But it was going well, and she turned the story to reflect how she was feeling now. It was helping.

She thought with the holiday coming up in a few days, she’d be a mess. Christmas was never a huge deal in her house, not for a few years. It was just a day that her mom took off work so they could spend the day together. Julie would get a few new clothes, maybe a new pair of shoes, and her mom would get a picture to go with the story that Julie had wrote for her birthday.

But instead of crying, she just sat in her bed and wrote. Poured all the feelings of the past months onto page, like old times. She hadn’t been able to write at all since October. Since the accident. How she missed the feeling of paper under pen. Of the worlds she crafted because her own was missing something.

Except this time, her worlds included someone new. Something new. Julie always brought new characters into her stories when she needed to. Always incorporated her own experiences into her characters. This time, her experiences required a new person.

There was a light tap on her bedroom door. Julie slides her headphones off her ears, resting them on her neck, and hits pause. She looks up at Steve, waiting for her to say that he can come him.

He always does that. Respecting that her room was hers, and that she might want privacy. Never entering if she didn’t want him to. It was annoying on days where she really didn’t care you came in. But on the days where seeing another person would just make everything worse, she appreciated it.

“What’s up,” she says, closing her journal with her pencil to mark her place, setting it off to the side.

Steve enters. “So, I don’t know where you’re standing with this week, with-. Y ou know.”

“You can say Christmas, Steve. I’m not going to fall apart at the word.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, right. So, with Christmas, I don’t normally spend it here. The Byers’ have a Christmas eve party that we’ve been invited to, and for Christmas morning, I normally go over to the Henderson’s.”

Julie tries not to feel affected by the way he says it. Like it’s normal not to spend a holiday with other people’s families. There’s nothing really wrong with that. Only that he does it because his own parents don’t bother to show up to celebrate with him.

Every new thing she learns about them just makes her feel sorry for Steve. And then sorry that she feels sorry for him. He probably doesn’t want that. But she can’t help it.

“And I know you don’t know them that well, so I was going to ask if you wanted to go, or we say no.”

“But you said you go there every year?” Julie doesn’t want him to miss out just because of her. He should still be able to live his life.

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, but if you’re not comfortable to go, it’s not like I’m going to leave you alone.”

Julie takes a second to think. “I mean, I don’t know all of them sure. But I think I’ll be ok. It’s not like I don’t know them, and you hang out with them a lot. I’ll be seeing them a lot, so it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’d be honest if I wasn’t. You’re my brother and these people are your family, so I want to get to know them.”

Steve smiles. “Ok then. If it gets too overwhelming, just let me know, ok. We can always leave.”

Julie nods, opening her journal again as he closes her door.

. . .

When Steve, Robin, and Julie pull up to the Byers’ house on Christmas Eve, it’s already packed. Noise hits Julie in the face when they walk through the door, the kids talking in the living room while the adults are mingling in the kitchen drinking some wine. A woman with brown hair and bangs comes over to greet them. Looking exhausted with an old apron tied around her.

“Steve, Robin honey. Good to see you.” She brings them both in for a hug, before turning to Julie. “And you must be Julie. It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you. You can call me Joyce, I’m Will and El’s mom.”

Before Julie can say anything, Joyce gives her a light hug. Julie doesn’t quite know what to, so she just gently returns it, awkwardly. It’s supposed to be welcoming, she knows. But it’s all too similar to something she knows and suddenly everything comes rushing back to the forefront of her mind.

Suddenly, she feels like crying again.

But she doesn’t because there are people here. This is a party. A happy one. It’s not meant to be ruined by a wave of unexplainable grief.

“I think El and Max are in her room, it’s a bit quieter in there,” Joyce says when she pulls away. “It’s all the way down the hall and to the left. Let me know if you need anything.”

She walks back to the kitchen, leaving Julie standing in the doorway. She shakes her head, telling herself that it’s ok. It was just a hug, that’s all it was.

“You ok?” Steve whispers, bumping into her shoulder gently.

Julie nods, promising not to ruin this for him. “Yeah. I’m just going to find Max, and Jane.”

“Ok, have fun. Remember, if it gets too bad, we can just leave, ok.”

She gives him a fake smile, nodding and heading through the crowd in the direction Joyce pointed her. She knocks gently on the last door on the left in the hallway, opening it to find Jane and Max talking. Jane jumps up when she sees Julie, running over and giving her a hug.

“Julie, I was hoping you would come.”

Max waves from where she sits on the floor. “Hi, Julie.”

“Hey,” Julie says, strained.

Jane’s smile falters slightly. “What’s wrong?” She pulls Julie into her room and shuts the door behind her, ushering Julie to sit down.

“Nothing,” Julie shakes her head. Blinking her eyes to get rid of the small line of water starting to build. “Your mom just gave me a hug, it’s nothing really.”

Jane sighs, smiling a bit. “Yeah, she does that.”

“She’s like a second mom to all of us, so it kind of always affects you.” Max adds. “You should have seen when she gave Steve a hug once, it was the first time I saw him almost cry.”

“I was just hoping that today was going to be a good day,” Julie half laughs, rubbing her sleeve on her cheek. “I’ve been having so many good days, guess I was due for a bad one.”

Jane reaches over and grabs Julie’s hand, comforting her with a small smile. She’s seen her do it with Max so many times, but she thought it was just them thing. But now that it happened, it’s comforting. Somewhere along the line, she was added into their friendship. It was nice.

“It is ok. I understand.” She pauses, thinking for a second before continuing. “Joyce is not my real mom. Or, what is that word?”

“Biological,” Max fills in.

“Right, biological. I met my biological mom once, she was frozen. Stuck in time. I could not be with her. My dad took me in, adopted me, and then Joyce took me in. I had so many good days, and bad days then. You cannot really choose when they happen, they just do. But you are safe here, with us. You do not have to pretend.”

Julie lets out a shaky breath. “I think I’m ok now. But thank you.”

There were more questions that Julie wanted to ask, but it didn’t feel right. The small story that Jane shared left blanks that were unfilled. Her past something that Julie still doesn’t know. Maybe she would sometime. But tonight was already sad enough, she wanted to move past it.

“Oh, who’s El?” Julie asks. “Joyce mentioned the name earlier.”

Max starts laughing, slowly followed by Jane. “I can’t believe we never told you.”

“It never came up,” Jane justifies.

“Jane is El. It’s a nickname.”

Julie makes a small o with her mouth. “Oh, ok. Can I ask why?”

“My middle name is Eleven, so it is short for that.”

“I’ve never heard that before,” Julie laughs. “But I guess that makes sense. Is it ok if I call you that too?”

El nods, smiling.

They three of them get back to talking, the cloud of gloom over Julie’s head slowly dissipating. It’s still there, but not as noticeable.

. . .

“You’re making that worried face again,” Eddie notices. “Calm down, she’s fine.”

Steve rolls his eyes, watching Julie as she sits and eats with the other kids. “Yeah, I know. I’m just making sure she’s not overwhelmed.”

“Anyone can be overwhelmed with those kids,” Robin adds, sitting down next to him with her food. “They are so chaotic when left to their own devices.”

“God, I know,” Steve sighs. “You think she’s ok though, after that moment when we came in.”

He noticed it, as small as it was. The small shift in her face when Joyce hugged her, the slight bit of water resting in her eyes. The same thing that happened to him the first time it he got one. Right after Star Court, when the government agents were asking everyone questions.

Steve was going around, making sure everyone was ok. The adrenaline still flowing through his veins and making his own pain go unnoticed. That and the rest of the drugs that were still in his system. He couldn’t stop moving. Not until Joyce, grieving Joyce, stopped him just to ask if he was ok. Gave him a hug that only made him aware of the fact that he’d be going to an empty house after all of this. Even if he ended up spending that night in a hospital room next to his best friend.

He knew how motherly Joyce’s hug were. Fitting for the kind person she was, and he loved getting the mother treatment from her. But with Julie, he wanted to make sure that she was ok.

“She’ll be fine. She went with El and Max afterward, if anyone can help her with that it’s them,” Robin comforts, and Steve knew it was true. He was happy that she started becoming friends with them. Growing a support system other than him.

“What’s it like having someone else in the house now?” Nancy asks from across the table.

“It’s been an adjustment. A nice one, though. I’ve actually started to think about looking for a smaller place. Something just for the two of us, you know, that isn’t technically owned by my parents.”

Moving out has been in his mind for a while now. Obviously, he was never going to live with his parents forever. But for the past few years, it was convenient to be able to have a house he could live in rent free. Especially since he didn’t have a full-time job until a few months ago. It gave him a chance to breathe, recover from the years of terror.

But with the decision of going forward with suing his parents, getting kicked out was on the horizon. At least that’s what they would say about it. He was going to leave willingly, never looking back to that empty house. Leaving a shitty paint job in two of the bedrooms that will undoubtably thrown his mom into hysterics.

The thing that’s bothering him now, is that as soon as the paperwork is filed and his parents get word of it, they’ll come home. Do damage control, try and find a way to get the charges dropped. But he wasn’t budging. He’s not under their control anymore.

So, it’s ideal for him to find a place before getting everything started. But he needs to save up just a little bit more to get a place. Then, hopefully, with the payout of the case, he’d be able to support him and Julie for a while and try to get a better paying job. Maybe then he could get full custody of her too.

“That would be nice,” Nancy says. “There’s a bunch of availability now too, after everyone left. You might be able to find something cheap.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

. . .

Julie, El, and Max stayed with the rest of the group after dinner. The boys were playing some sort of game with El, while Max was making fun of them on the couch. Dustin wasn’t playing though, he was sitting next to Julie, distracted by something.

“Have you noticed something weird going on between Steve and Eddie,” he asks Julie, her taking a second to realize that he was talking to her.

She shrugs. “Not really. I mean I didn’t know them as long as you have.”

“Yeah, but you live with Steve. And him and Eddie hang out like, all the time now.” He looks back at them. “Something just seems off.”

Julie looks to where he is. Steve and Eddie talking off to the side. Huddled together, whispering. It’s not the weirdest thing she’s seen. The party is pretty loud, so they probably just want to hear each other.

“They look pretty normal to me,” she says.

“Yeah, but just wait, there. Right there when Eddie does the thing.”

The thing in question, is gently placing a hand on Steve’s side, whispering something directly into Steve’s ear. Making him stutter for a second and take a sip of his drink. It could be normal, just a thing between friends, but she’s not so sure anymore.

She wouldn’t have a problem if there was something going on in a “more than friends” way. There were worse problems in the world than care about who people loved. And it sort of made sense, from what she knew. Dustin seemed to be pressed about it, though.

“So, it could be a normal thing between them, you don’t know,” she defends. Worried that Dustin might have a problem with it.

Dustin pulls his attention away from them, facing Julie. “That’s the thing, I do. Even after spring break they weren’t like this. Well, kinda, it’s complicated. But like, a few months ago, something shifted between them and now they’re acting weird.”

“Would you have a problem with it, if there was something more happening?” Julie can feel her defenses rising, protecting. These people were Steve’s family, but he was hers too. She wasn’t going to let them say anything bad about him.

Dustin makes an offended face. “What no. I don’t really care as long as they’re happy. I just want to know.” He looks back over to them. “We’ve been through a lot together. I want them to know it’s ok to tell me about this, if it is that.”

Her defenses lower themselves again. She gently bumps her shoulder against his, getting his attention again. “If he ever tells me anything, I’ll let him know. I really don’t know more than you do.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m glad he has you, you know. I always worried about him alone in that house, with no one around. He never wanted me to, the self-sacrificing idiot. But I was. It’s nice to know he has some actual family living with him now. Not just his stuffy piece of shit parents that are never around.”

“You know you really shouldn’t talk bad about people’s fathers in front of them,” Julie fake defends, before breaking out in a smile.

It takes a second for him to register that she did, before he starts laughing. “Well, it’s true.”

“Oh, I know it is.”

. . .

Steve says his final goodbyes to the people all piling out of the Byers’ house. Pulling out of the driveway to go drop Robin off at her house, and then head home for the night.

“Did you have a good time?” Steve asks.

Julie nods. “Yeah, it was fun. I finally learned Jane’s nickname is El. I can’t believe I’ve known her for months now and no one told me.”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, I saw the face you made when Joyce said it. You were so confused.”

“Hard not to be when she says a name I’ve never heard in my life, expecting me to know who she’s talking about.”

Julie’s smiling, laughing. He was expecting her to be overwhelmed with everything, but she seems fine. He feels the need to check in on her, make sure that the small moment she had at the beginning of the night didn’t affect anything. That she’s ok. But she’s so happy right now, he’d rather not bring it up.

“So, tomorrow,” Julie starts. “You said you normally go over to the Henderson’s.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“It’s ok if we go, I was just going to ask if we could go somewhere after.” She pauses, fiddling with her hands. “I was wondering if we could go visit my mom.”

Steve softens, pulling into the driveway. He parks the car, turning to look at her. “Yeah, we can go visit her.”

The next morning, they go to the Henderson’s for breakfast. Claudia welcoming them in with warm hugs, freshly made cinnamon rolls ready at the table. She asks Julie pretty much every question in the book, wanting to know everything about her. Making her feel at home as much as he does.

This place always felt more of a home than his own house did sometimes. He was never one to say no to Claudia’s dinner invites, after that one time where he did refuse, and she showed up on his doorstep with a lasagna in her hands. She was the only mother figure that he really had. Immediately taking him in as soon as she heard what it was really like in his home. She even started calling him and Dustin her boys. Because she loved them. She loved Steve.

When breakfast was over, Steve thanked Claudia for having them over, and excused the two of them. Accepting her hug goodbye and giving Dustin’s hair a good ruffle, warranting him an eye roll before a reluctant hug. Julie says her own goodbyes, getting her own hug from Claudia and an awkward fist bump from Dustin. They say their final goodbyes before leaving.

In the car, Julie pulls out a journal, holding it in her lab. Steve knows better than to ask about it, he recognizes the pattern on the front. It’s her mom’s journal. The one that Julie would give her every year with a new story.

He knew why she wanted to go.

When they get to the cemetery, Julie takes the lead. Leading him to the small grave where her mother lies. Rebecca Lawson, Loving Mother engraved on the stone.

“Can you give me a minute with her,” Julie asks quietly.

Steve nods. “I’ll be over on that bench if you need me, ok.”

She nods before sitting on the cold ground. The blades of grass still gleaming with the morning frost. Steve gives her space, going over to the bench a few feet away. Sitting, and waiting.

Julie opens the journal in her lap, presumably reading it to her mom. Taking a deep breath every so often, before continuing. The pages turning until the end. At the last page, Julie turns the book outward toward the grave, showing her mom the picture at the end.

He couldn’t hear it, and he didn’t want to. Julie’s stories were sacred, for her and her mom. It wasn’t right for him to eavesdrop. This was Julie’s moment, she’ll call him when she wants to.

When she does, it’s a simple turn to Steve and a wave of her hand. He goes over to her, sitting beside her. Her eyes puffy, and her nose red.

“This is Steve,” she says quietly. “He’s my brother, I met him a little after you left. I wish you two could meet each other, I think you’d like him. He’s nothing like his dad, if you’re worried. I can tell even if I never met him. I’m living with him now. It’s not like living with you, but nothing ever will be.”

She takes a shaky breath, trying to find the strength to finish. “I miss you. Every single day. But it’s getting better. I think I’ll always be a little sad that you’re gone, though. That you’re not here with me anymore. To see me graduate, go off to college. Maybe get married one day. I’ll miss you all the time. But I know wherever you are, you’re watching over me.”

She wipes away the tear rolling down her cheek. “I love you. And miss you. I know I already said that, but it’s true. I hope you liked the story, I thought it concluded everything well. I’m sorry I didn’t get it finished by your birthday, but I thought it would be ok to give it to you today instead. It was nice talking to you again. I’ll come visit you more often. And you don’t need to worry about me, I’m doing ok.”

After a moment, Julie leans her head on Steve’s shoulder, quietly asking for a hug. Steve wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m ok.”

For the next few minutes, they sit there. Steve giving her the time all the time she needs.

“Thank you for being here with me.”

Steve rubs her shoulder comfortingly. “You’re welcome.”

“I meant what I said, I think you two would really like each other. She would be happy that I’m here with you. And I know she would thank you for taking care of me.”

Tears start forming in his eyes without permission. After another minute, Julie pulls away, ready to leave. Steve pulls out his keys and hands them to her. “Go ahead, my legs fell asleep. I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

She snorts. “I’ve been sitting here longer, but ok.” She takes the keys, starting to walk along the path to the parking lot.

Steve turns to face the grave again, taking a deep breath. “You raised a great kid, I wish my dad was less of a dick head so I could have met her sooner. Sorry for cursing at your grave, but he deserves it.” He turns to look at Julie walking down the path. “I got her now, you don’t have to worry. Or do, I know how moms like you always will. But she’ll be ok. I’m not leaving her anytime soon.”

He slowly stands, heading down the path Julie’s on. Catching up to her as she gets to the parking lot. She smiles at him when they get into the car, probably knowing that his excuse was made up. Silently thanking him for taking the time to talk to her mom. It was important to her, and it was important to him.

When they get home, Steve heads to the living room and puts on the tv. Christmas movies filling the channels. Julie joins him, sitting on the other end of the couch with a blanket.

It’s the first Christmas where he didn’t feel alone. And the first where he knew that he would never truly be alone again.

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Flowers and Sentences - Mountain/Cumulus

Domestic December - Day 23

Summary: Mountain tries to put together a special day for Cumulus

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Cuddling, napping together, ruined plans, romance

Word count: ~2.9k

A/N: When I made a post related to this chapter @chapel-of-rizztual made a nice addition to it in the tags that I simply had to use here, so credit for that goes to him

Mountain poured all his focus into keeping his hands still, something that was much harder than usual seeing the cold temperature. He was in the process of cutting some flowers for a small bouquet. He had helped them grow from seeds to full bloom over the course of nearly two years.

He’d come across this particular kind in one of the gardening books in the library. They had caught his attention immediately, the big puffy white petals reminding him of a certain ghoulette’s flowing curls.

He caught himself thinking of Cumulus more and more as of late, the closer he got to harvesting the fruits of his labor. It had started with him wanting to plant something new, then him deciding to grow them for her, then thinking he needs to make it a big gesture.

Thus, he’d asked Cumulus to meet him for dinner that night. He was planning to cook her favorite meal, give her the flowers and say some pretty words. Which words exactly? He’d figure it out.

Mountain delicately tied the flowers together with a light blue ribbon, making sure none of them were squished against one another. He was lucky it had finally stopped raining and snowing for a few nights, leaving the plants and ground dry.

He smiled to himself, proud that he could give Cumulus something he’d worked so hard on. She deserved nothing less.

“I knew you’d be here.”

Mountain instinctively dropped the bouquet and turned around in a flash, trying to cover it and the bush they came from. Of all people, of course Cumulus had to come find here and now. She was dressed up warmly in a beanie and gloves he’d seen her knit herself, as well as a thick winter jacket. She looked positively adorable in the getup.

“I am,” He said stilted, “Did you need something?”

“Yes, actually. About tonight…” She seemed nervous, somewhat sheepish. Mountain’s heart sped up, mind immediately assuming she was going to cancel on him, “What should I wear? Like, will it be something fancy or just casual?”

A sigh of relief left the earth ghoul’s mouth, his shoulders sagging with the release of tension, “Uhm… We could totally make it something fancy, but I’m onboard for whatever you’re most comfortable with.” It really didn’t matter to him. On one hand, Cumulus was worthy of all things special and he wanted to prove he could provide that. On the other, he really did want Cumulus to be at her most comfortable around him.

“I’d like an excuse to dress up,” The ghoulette blushed a bit, “Are you busy right now?”

Mountain gazed over his shoulder to the bouquet. At least one of the flowers had probably been damaged when he dropped it, “A little bit. Do you need my help with anything?”

“Yes but no. I just thought maybe we could meet up a little sooner. Watch a movie and have some warm drinks.” She was fumbling with her hands, sensing that she may be interrupting something.

How could he possibly say no to that? Any chance to spend time close to her was a chance to take. But if he stood up and went with her now, there was no way she wouldn’t see the flowers already. He really wanted to keep those a surprise for a little longer, so he had to work around it here.

“Absolutely, I’d love to. But I need to finish everything here first, so maybe you could go set up already and I’ll join you soon in just a moment.”

“I could also help you.” Cumulus smiled brightly. She’d never been big on gardening, but she was just as desperate to spend time with Mountain as he was for her. Besides, it did always look very calming when he did it.

“No.” He immediately said, regretting it as soon as he saw her expression drop, “I just need to…” He tried thinking of an excuse, “Dethorn a few plants. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The ghoulette seemed to understand, but stayed a little disappointed, “Aha. Well, be careful as well then. I’ll go get everything ready in my room.” She still made sure to smile at him, trying to cheer herself up as well.

“Thank you. I’ll make it quick.” He mirrored her expression.

The second she disappeared around the corner of the hedge, Mountain turned around in a panic. He examined the bouquet he’d dropped, indeed finding two of them squished and muddied. He untied the ribbon, removed those two, before tying it all together again.

He tried to stifle his disappointment. He still had a few left, and the bush would keep growing in the future. But it wasn’t about the future, it was about tonight.

In a hurry, he made his way back to the ghouls’ den, making sure he didn’t run into Cumulus at any point.

“What are you sneaking around for?” Mountain nearly dropped the flowers a second time, startled by Swiss’ voice.

“Swiss. Perfect.” Mountain waltzed up to him. He nearly shoved the plants into his packmate’s hands, wrapping his own around his to ensure Swiss actually held onto them, “Do me a favor and put these in a vase. Carefully. They’re for Cumulus but I’m not giving them to her yet.”

Without awaiting a response, Mountain hurried away again. He didn’t want to keep her waiting for too long. Once he got to her door, he allowed himself a second to take a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in.” She sounded like her usual cheerful self.

Mountain opened the door, immediately hit with the sweet smell of apple and cinnamon. Cumulus was already laying on her bed, a white woolly sweater and light blue pyjama pants adorning her body.

“There you are.” She smiled, her eyes nearly closing with how wide it was.

Mountain felt frozen in place for a moment. He was always so mesmerised by her beauty. If he didn’t know she was a hellspawn, he’d easily mistake her for a goddess. Snapping back to reality, Mountain stayed just outside of the room to take his boots off in the hall, instead of dirtying up her space. Without care, just wanting to get to her already, he dropped his jacket on the ground next to the shoes. He then stepped back inside and shut the door behind him, making sure to not slam it too hard.

“What’s that?” He asked about the beverages that waited for the two of them on a little tray on her nightstand.

“It’s warm apple juice with cinnamon.” She sounded very excited about it, “A sister had me try it once. It’s really yummy.”

Mountain picked up the two mugs as he came down on the mattress, handing one to Cumulus and inspecting his own. A lot of the cinnamon was merely floating on top of the juice, probably the reason why there was a spoon in there. The warmth tingled his cold hands, the smell automatically making him relax into the bed.

He moved his arm around the back of her bed frame, silently inviting the ghoulette to cuddle into him. She did so as much as she could, without spilling any of the contents in her cup.

“Did you have something in mind to watch?” Mountain asked, a suspicion already on his mind.

Her smile told him he was correct, “A new romcom was recently released.” She said as if it was just a random fact and not a suggestion.

The earth ghoul had never really enjoyed those types of movies before he started watching them with Cumulus. Even if he thought they were incredibly cheesy, he would never deny her the chance to watch something she genuinely enjoyed.

“Sounds like a banger.” He agreed, his heart melting when she snuggled further into his side in thanks.

It emboldened him to put his hand onto her waist, underneath her sweater. She shied away from the touch, yet further into his side.

“You’re cold,” She giggled.

“Oh, sorry.” Mountain made a move to remove his hand again, but she snatched it and held him in place.

“It’s ok. I’ll warm it up.” Her eyes twinkled.

Soon enough the movie was on, the drinks had been finished and both ghouls had slid down the bed frame to lay down in each other’s arms. Indeed, snuggling up like that was a great way to warm up.

Even after the credits rolled, they didn’t move. They’d made their way into a spooning position, Mountain being the big spoon. The two of them fit together so well. Mountain, with as little movement as possible, snapped off the light on the bedside table. Cumulus didn’t react, quite possibly already asleep like he was so close to being. He pushed his face into her curls, enjoying the fresh smell of her shampoo. Its floral scent reminded him of his garden.

His eyes shot open in sudden anxiety. He had been so eager to get to Cumulus he handed a very delicate, very important bouquet to Swiss, who had no clue how to keep them safe. But it would be fine, right? He was told to put them in a vase, how could he possibly mess that up?

Mountain tried to force himself to relax, to just enjoy this soft moment. Swiss didn’t deserve to get doubted like this, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Cumulus turned around in her sleep, her arms coming around Mountain to pull him a little closer. His heart melted once more, any anxieties vanishing in the instant. He stayed there, nice and warm and so very sleepy.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he woke up to the sound of a commotion. Somewhere down the hall two people seemed to be shouting to each other.

Cumulus also stirred awake at the sound, but Mountain quickly shushed her, “Don’t wake up. I’ll go take care of it and get you when dinner’s ready.” He whispered. She hummed in agreement, rolling around as he got up.

Getting up groggily, Mountain nearly walked into the door as he rubbed his eyes. As he got closer, the racket down the hall seemed to be settling down.

“I’m sure Mountain will understand.” Dew’s voice sounded dismissive, at which point Mountain practically started running.

“Understand what?” He asked, even before he’d rounded the corner.

The kitchen was a mess. A dishcloth laid on the stove with a clear hole burned through it, a pan and something very charred laid discarded on the floor. But all of that wasn’t what caught his attention. The first thing Mountain noticed was a vase with very burned flowers sat less than a foot away from the stove.

He stared at them, not daring to step closer and assess the damage. That would make it too real.

“On the bright side,” Swiss carefully interjected, “one of them made it out alive.” He held the single left over flower out for the earth ghoul to grab. Mountain made no such move however.

“Who puts flowers right next to a stove?” His voice came out weirdly calm. Weird, because he was fucking fuming.

“Well, I didn’t think Dew’s would be this bad at cooking.” Swiss excused, before sighing and looking at the floor, “I’m really sorry.”

Mountain’s gaze still hadn’t moved away from the burned bouquet he’d build up to for so long. A part of him wanted to freak out, but he knew it wouldn’t solve anything.

“Get out. Both of you. I’ll take care of dinner.” He didn’t leave room for argument. Dew immediately scampered out, glad to escape a lecture. Swiss, on the other hand, stepped closer to Mountain cautiously.

“Where should I put-” The earth ghoul wordlessly snatched the flower from his hand before walking to the counter. With pain in his heart, he threw the burned flowers away and used the vase to preserve the final one. He put it away on the kitchen island away from the stove and got to work on the pack’s dinner.

The midday nap proved to have been a great idea. Cooking two separate times, once for the majority of the ghouls and then again for just Cumulus and him took a lot of energy. Although no one was forcing him to make two different meals, he wanted to do something special for his favorite ghoulette.

He went and set the final plates down on the dining table for everyone to dig in. He took a deep breath trying to switch his mental space towards the different recipe, almost forgetting he still needed to change into a more fancy outfit.

He jogged to his room to do so, putting on the one suit in his closet. It was a rich emerald green color. He put a simple black button up underneath and decided that as much as Cumulus deserved the best out of him, he did have to start cooking soon.

He walked back into the kitchen, freezing for the umpteenth time that day.

Cumulus was sitting on the counter, the stem of a very specific white flower being rolled between her fingers. Seeing them side by side, Mountain realized just how correct he had been in comparing the two. The bloom looked like a second, smaller version of the ghoulette’s glowing hair.

“I’m assuming you grew this,” She noted, not taking her eyes off of it, “It’s beautiful.”

“You weren’t supposed to see it yet. Then again, there were also supposed to be more of them so we can just forget about it anyway.”

That made her look up fast. She delicately put the flower back in the vase, walking up to Mountain and holding his face in her hands so he had no choice but to look her way, “Did something happen?”

Mountain leaned into the touch for a second before walking up to the trash can. Cumulus gasped when he held up the burned remains of the bouquet.

“Oh. Well, at least this one made it out.” She saw it from the bright side, gesturing to it.

“They reminded me of you.” Mountain explained further.

She moved a hand to her heart at that, truly touched, “Thank you so much.” Her voice was soft, her mind too filled with love to notice.

“At least there’s still dinner.” Mountain cheered up at her reaction to his somewhat failed gift. But the flowers had been only one part of the whole.

Cumulus clapped her hands, lifting herself back onto the counter to watch him. He’d taken his suit jacket off, so she got to admire the way the sleeves of his button up were rolled up, the muscles in his arms flexing every time he picked up a pan or cut vegetables. She’d asked to help out, but he’d insisted on spoiling her. Even if a part of her felt a little guilty at just sitting there, usually being the one who enjoyed taking care of others, she did appreciate the effort he was putting in.

She still did whatever he’d allow her to. She tasted small bits of the food so he could gauge her reactions and set out their plates and glasses at the small table that stood in the room.

While Cumulus was happy and calm, Mountain’s mind was racing still. He still didn’t really know how to word his feelings. He tried desperately to come up with what he’d say once they were seated. But there was simply not enough time.

“Done.” He sighed, a little tired but mostly disappointed in himself.

“Yay.” Cumulus beamed, ignorant to his internal struggle with himself. She hopped off the counter to quickly find her way to the table. Her chin leaned on her hands, elbows on the table and legs kicked under the table.

Mountain put their plates down and got the two of them something to drink before finally sitting across from her. He still wanted to come up with something, but as soon as he met her eyes any worry faded from his mind. He was content to simply be there with her.

“Cheers,” She smiled slyly, holding up her glass.

Mountain lifted his own glass and clinked it against hers, “Cheers.” He repeated.

After taking a quick sip, Cumulus brought one of her arms across the table in search of his hand. He grabbed hers, “I do really, really appreciate all you’ve done for me. Today and in general.” She smiled.

“There’s absolutely no need,” He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, making her giggle a little nervously. He lowered it again very slowly, deciding that aimlessly searching for the right words wouldn’t help either of them, “Cumulus…” She looked at him kindly and expectantly. For a moment he thought of backing out again.

“I love you.” The two said simultaneously.

She giggled again, while Mountain sat awestruck, “Glad we’re on the same page.” She smiled.

“Yeah… But it so-”

“much more than that.” She finished the sentence for him. It was like she was reading his mind, knowing what he felt. Feeling the exact same way, “I know, dear. And I feel the same.” Her smile softened.

Mountain could only nod, not having expected it to go like this of all ways, “I’m glad.” He mumbled, grabbing her hand a little tighter.

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Hi Marie :) forgive me if you’ve already made a post about this at some point but I’m fairly new here. Due to recent events (aka insta posts and comments) I’m wondering do you know and can perhaps explain to me what the significance of all the sunset/sun/moon/sky pictures is? If there is one at all? Whenever I see them doing this I’m kind of like *cardi b voice* „That’s suspicious. That’s weird.“

Hi nonnie.

First of all welcome! 🫶

And I'll try my best to answer this, but a little disclaimer I am no lore expert so I may not know/forgot something.

That being said, let's start with some background info:

Mile and Apo chose and performed two very interesting songs on stage as Kinn and Porsche for the Kinnporsche World Tour 2022/2023.

First: 'Fly me to the moon'

Second: 'The moon represents my heart'

Both iconic queer songs about the moon.

And additionally in some Asian countries the phrase "Isn't the moon beautiful?" is another way to say I love you.

Ok back to Mile & Apo themselves:

There is reason to believe the sky/moon has a special meaning to them personally as well.

The most famous story: When both of them were in different parts of Thailand in December 2022, Apo even wrote poetry about it:

However it wasn't the first time, while Mile was in Kalasin in April 2022 Apo posted this:

Other times when they were separated (and this are just the most recent ones):

Though Apo (and Mile) like sky pictures in general, we see those sunset/night sky/moon pictures mostly when they are in different parts of the country/world.

Exceptions:

If I remember correctly those were posted on the same day in October 2023:

On that day they were attacked by haters once again and people thought that was why they were in this mood.

And one time were both of them were in BKK and nothing extraordinary happened*:

[*At least as far as we know.]

Last but not least many fans compare Mile & Apo to the moon & sun, because of their different personalities that are very harmonious. They themselves compared each other to Yin and Yang many times already.

I guess you asked because of the one sky picture Apo posted yesterday on IG:

Hope this helps!

#mileapo #moon lovers #answering asks

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December 27, 2022 — New York, NYC

He was here, he had finally arrived.

His swimming pool blue eyes were focused on me, his blond hair perfectly aligned, his smile bright, clothes well pressed.

Our cat, Wolowitz, named after one of the characters on The Big Bang Theory, was curled up in his well-trimmed arms. His travel case was on top of the suitcase he brought along with him.

I made room for him to enter along with our cat, Wolowitz, who will sleep soundly in his arms. We are going to spend the new year in Brazil with my parents, I wanted to surprise them. The smile he gave me was brilliant, and the loving look he had on me was mesmerizing, I could see how much he loved me. I felt guilty that Riri wanted me to get back together with Tom.

I loved Bruce as much as I loved Tom, but not to the same intensity.

"I missed you. My family was asking why you didn't spend Christmas with us this year." - He said hurriedly, putting the white fur cat on the ground.

"Me too dear. I smiled at him and pulled him in for a loving kiss."

Wolowitz came straight up to me, sniffed me, then walked over to Amelia with the same kind of greeting and then disappeared down the apartment's hallway.

Bruce gave Amelia a small smile and followed Wolowitz's path.

He came back and said he was going out to buy hot chocolate because they had run out of hot chocolate here.

"DO YOU DATE?" - Riri suddenly appeared and screamed in my ear, I didn't get scared, I just stood there looking at the door where Bruce had just left.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦.

𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦..

𝘎o𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦...

"Get out of here Riri, I need to talk to her." - Amelia was present.

Riri was very angry, it was noticeable, but it came out anyway. I think.

"Come, sit here." - Amelia patted the couch.

I went to her and hugged her, we stayed in that position for a few seconds until I let go, we would have to talk quickly before Bruce returns.

"What should I do?" -I asked.

"Want an honest answer?"- I nodded. "I don't know, but you must know what you want, you can't force yourself to do something you don't want, and not let them force you, you know what you want, but you are afraid of getting hurt again." - She sighed. "Do you really love Bruce or are you used to liking him?"

𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

I love him, of course, we've been together for 9 years, but I don't know what kind of love it is anymore. On the other hand, I know that he really loves me, he would do anything for me... The first years were difficult for me to adapt to another love, but as time went on, I realized that I was really falling in love with him. So maybe yes, I love him, our flame and connection is still there, and I can feel it!

"I love him." - At last I said

୨୧ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ୨୧

We were boarding the plane, about 3 hours had passed since my conversation with Amelia, after that, Bruce arrived and we got ready to go to the airport.

I was excited to see my parents again.

Riri would appear to me on the Mp3's screen, her glare on me for hiding something so important. Not that I forgot, I was so shocked and caught up in my thoughts about the magical creature that came out of the Mp3 player, that I didn't have time to say such a thing.

"What time are we going to board?" - Amélia asked, this is already the thousandth time.

“soon, i thin--” I was cut off by a voice echoing throughout the airport.

"Passengers on flight 767, proceed to gate 1 for boarding." – The female voice said, she repeated it twice for the unsuspecting.

"Let's go" I said getting up from the seat we were sitting on.

Amelia quickly got to her feet, Bruce soon after. Lucky for us, Amelia's mother offered to take care of our cat, I owe that woman a lot.

We headed towards the boarding gate, while we waited in the small queue that had formed, I wrapped my arms around Bruce's waist, he quickly wrapped his long arms around my shoulders, soon after placing a quick kiss on my head.

When it was our turn, we handed over our passports and went inside, we sat down, with me at the window, Amelia in the middle and Bruce in the hallway. Amelia wanted to be by my side, so Bruce kindly gave up his place for her.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺...

୨୧ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ୨୧

We landed on Brazilian soil, and the next day, Salvador's hot and stuffy air embraced me, not so gently, because we left an air-conditioned room.

We were all exhausted, but Bruce was excited, he was finally going to meet his in-laws who, until yesterday, only spoke via video call. We ordered an uber and it soon arrived.

Bruce had been learning Portuguese since the day I introduced my parents to our 2nd year of dating. He said he wanted to communicate with them, even though my parents knew English.

He was talking to the driver, Thank God the driver was kind enough to talk. Bruce's eyes sparkled like the ocean sparkled when it met the sun. I looked at him with tenderness and admiration, I really was in love with him.

It was still late afternoon, as soon as we arrived at the place, I called my mother and I was going to tell her that an package had arrived for her. Would she be surprised? yes, even because orders arrive in the morning. But what counts is the intention.

"SURPRISE!"- I said as soon as my mother opened the door. She immediately came hugging me.

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