#''oh yeah whoops sorry our bad''

[nientedal]

Assuming Claire is in the United States, the answer to your question is that the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1983 provides for certain exemptions when it comes to minors. Children younger than 16 years of age working in nonagricultural employment in a business solely owned by their parents or by persons standing in place of their parents, may work any time of day and for any number of hours. (Federal youth employment provisions do not restrict the number of hours or times of day that workers 16 years of age and older may be employed.) In addition, the child labor rules do not apply to youth employed as actors or performers in motion pictures, theatrical, radio, or television productions.

The lack of protections for child influencers is a known issue. The linked article does state that "activists and lawmakers are pushing for protections for the privacy and earnings of children of influencers in states like Washington, where a proposed bill that is currently stalled in the Washington State House would ensure similar protections that California’s Coogan Law gives child actors. Under the Coogan Law, 15% of minors’ earnings must be set aside by the employer in a blocked trust but there are no similar protections for child influencers." But this is in one state. Even if Washington passes the bill, child influencers will still have no expectation of federal protection from parental exploitation. Here is a link to a paper that further discusses this issue.

The United States of America still has not ratified the Convention on the Rights of the Child at the time of this writing (March 2023). Somalia and South Sudan both ratified it in 2015; since then, the USA remains the only member of the United Nations not to have done so.

Yeah, influencer parents are the worst.

[valley-of-headcanons]

Heyy! So I just found your stuff and it’s all super cute I love this kind of thing 😊 feel free to decline but do you think you could do a little fluffy one shot type thing where you’re just gaming with Sebastian and then whoops you both fall in love 😳

best gamer of all time || sebastian x reader oneshot

hanging out with your friends is always fun, but gaming alone with him may be your new favorite thing <3

warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff oh my god, you may suck at this game but you do NOT suck at winning his heart

requested by: @juleboo , this is such an adorable request! i'm sorry this took like forty billion years, life has decided to kick me off my feet, but im doing a lot better so yippeeeee. i hope you enjoy, hopefully it was worth the long wait 🙏

Hanging out on a Saturday night was a ritual for you, Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam. You all rotate on who's place you hang out at, and tonight was Sebastian's. Abigail was laid out on the couch, Sebastian sitting on his bed, and you and Sam were on the floor. After a very intense game of Jackbox, with a lot of chaotic answers and laughter, it was nearing midnight.

“I cannot believe you put that! That was a direct jab at me and you know it!” Sam said towards Abigail's direction, obviously not actually upset.

“Then clean up the fuckin' pizza boxes in your room! That rat would've become your best friend if your mom didn't find him- wait- what time is it? ... oh shit, my dad is gonna kick my ass!” Abigail said, jumping up at lightning speed and grabbing her bag. “Sorry to kill the party, love you guys, if I get lectured one more time this week I am going to pull out my hair. Bye bye!”

And off she goes, leaving just as chaotic as she came. Sounds about right. The remaining three of you laughed, before Sam stood up and grabbed his things as well. “For some reason Mom wants me to come to church in the morning, she saw some lyrics to one of our songs and she kind of flipped her shit. Soooo, gotta atone for my sins. Have fun you two,” he said, sending a small wink Sebastian's way before making his way up the stairs.

You saw the wink, it definitely caught you off guard. You immediately snapped your head towards Sebastian. “What was that for?” you said with a smirk, which wasn't held for long. It slipped into a smile, moving from the floor to the now empty couch.

Sebastian's expression remained neutral, rolling his eyes. “Sam is always up to something, ignore him. Do you wanna stay and hang for a little while? I don't have anything to do tomorrow,” he said, looking towards the cabinet of games that sat beside his gaming console. He never asked anyone to stay later, especially when it's his night to host. He usually wants everyone out, Sebastian cherishes his alone time.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he asked you this, he actually wanted to spend more time with you? You felt so honored and special, of course you were going to stay. “Yeah, what did you wanna do?”

“I bought a game, it's co-op. Wanna try it out? It's a platformer, it seems pretty easy,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing the case. He made his way back over to you, showing you the back of the case, carefully studying your features. He wanted to make sure you were actually interested, and when your face lit up, he couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him, but it was perfect.

“Hell yeah, let's pop this bad boy in!” you said, sitting up excitedly and scooting over so that you two could share the couch. After 'popping that bad boy in', he sat next to you and handed you the controller.

Sebastian put on the tutorial before beginning to show you the controls. He described what to do, but due to your drowsiness from working all day, you just couldn't grasp what the controls were. “Here,” he mumbled, thinking for a moment before carefully putting his hands over yours.

“Alright, shoot with this button, alright?” he said, making sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but these little touches were really nice ... he could get used to this.

“Mhm ...” you hummed, although your brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought in your brain was rendered useless in that moment, every place where you two touched felt like it was on fire. You clumsily tried to recreate his movements, shooting when he asked and jumping when he instructed. You learned the controls, but barely.

“Got it?” he said simply, slowly beginning to let go of you. He didn't really want to, but he didn't want to overstep your boundaries. He really cared about you, he didn't want to jeopardize that.

With a hesitant nod of confirmation, you two began the game. It was a mess, you definitely did not grasp the controls whatsoever. However, he enjoyed seeing what kind of trouble you got yourself into. How could you even get up there?

“Okay- when you jump, press the trigger to latch on to that cliff, and do NOT let go-” he tried to explain as you jumped with all of your might ... just to not even touch the cliff. Your body hit the floor with a splat, and you both sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other. Small snickers turned into full blown laughter, falling down onto the couch as you both held your faces.

“How the hell am I so stupid?? That was so easy! How the hell did I miss that??” you cackled, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes.

“I have no idea but it was one of the best things I've ever seen,” Sebastian's laughter began to quiet as he sat up, his gaze making its way down to you. You looked so perfect in the soft light of the television, so happy from the laughter that was encasing the both of you. He could not stop smiling.

“What?” you said softly, a gigantic grin on your face. You couldn't move, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“... nothing. Just ... capturing this moment,” Sebastian said in a gentle tone, taking a deep breath before looking back at the screen. “You're a ghost now, but you can still help me and eventually I can revive you.”

You slowly sat up, but you had an idea. You slid a little closer to him than you were before, your legs touching. “Alright, I'll be the best fuckin' ghost in town,” you laughed, knowing you were bound to fuck it up but you had no care in the world. This was too fun.

He looked over at your legs touching, smiling even wider before continuing the game. He would ask you to do things as a ghost as you did ... with enough trial and error. He did notice that you kept adjusting and scooting closer and closer. He really liked this.

“Do you know how to freeze someone?" he asked, which you shook your head to. “Let me see this-” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you, definitely just wanting to help you see the controls. You were essentially sitting in his lap at this point, a soft pink blush creeping onto both of your faces.

His face was so close, pressed almost right up against yours ... you wanted to stay here forever, but you didn't want to say anything that would ruin the moment. Nervous silence held you two for a moment, before he did something that both of you wanted more than anything. He carefully kissed your cheek, before going back to the game as if nothing ever happened.

Your brain melted, a feeling of bliss overtaking your body. You've been waiting for that for ages. You slowly leaned back into his chest as he laid down his controller for a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist for a moment, giving you a careful squeeze. You reached your arms up around his neck, hugging him back. Neither of you cared about the game anymore.

“Stay here tonight. If you want to,” Sebastian muttered softly, holding your body close to his. He didn't dare let go, and neither did you.

You stayed there that night, you stayed wrapped up in his arms until the daylight and you had to work on your farm. But you hoped one day, you could wake up next to him everyday. Maybe someday, but for now, you had many Saturday nights where you stayed over later than everybody else.

[nightcolorz]

Very very excited and curious to see how in the amc iwtv show the inevitable conversation between lestat and Armand will go regarding the “yeah ahah so basically right after I broke up with u after u told me u loved me cuz I took ur virginity in our deluxe theater seats I basically met ur maker ahah. Yeah lol he’s alive, yeah lol ik u saw him violently die b4 ur eyes yeah lol I’ll get to that ahah calm down sexy it’s ok, so basically I was rlly sad 💔💔 so I wanted to take a rlly long nap, but ur maker heard my cries 🥹 yeah haha ur maker/adoptive father/ the love of ur life/the man who has been having sex with u since u were a child/ur master who owns u as his slave/the only person who u felt ever cared for u, yeah lol, he has been alive this entire time and he knew about all that horrific suffering u were going through and how u were like crying out for him as u mourned his death as u were being violently tortured by a death cult, and yeah haha he just kinda like ignored that 🥺💔 sorry bro he was rlly busy, but thankfully not too busy for me 🥰🥰 like I said I was rlllyyy sad 🥺💔💔 and he saved me from my nap 🥰 and he took me to his house and he told me about his whole life because he loves me so so much and wants to teach me everything 🥺 and then he took me to his secret basement and showed me the secret origins of our kind that he is not supposed to tell anyone about and refused to tell u even tho u begged him to bcus he just yknow haha didn’t like u as much as me 🙏💔 ahahah whoops, to his credit tho I am white and blonde. Anyways lol so he revealed to me all the secrets of our kind and then he gave me very specific instructions on how to survive and live happily as a vampire 🥰 oh? That is exactly what u need and r looking for from everyone that u try and fail to connect with? Oh wow lol, kinda sad. Anyways so like obviously I ignored his instructions cuz I’m a rebel haha, and since ur maker is so nice and kind he didn’t even get mad he just playfully scolded me and gave me a silly nickname 🥰❤️ …oh wait, when u were a child he used to violently beat u until u bled out and screamed for mercy when u disobeyed him? Oh ahah, tbh that doesn’t sound like him….anyways just thought u should know! 🥰🥰” massive fucking elephant in the room 💀 cuz Armand is going to find out about this shit somehow someway and I’m rlly excited to see how bad his reaction is on a scale from 10000000 to ♾️♾️

[rzyraffek]

I have a little smut request, if you don't like or don't want to write I understand that's alright.

When slashers are take a shower then S/O suddenly get in

Bo please must have him, I love this man too much, and Vincent, Lester, Brahms, Thomas, or other slashers you want to write. (or you think I pick too much you can pick some, but please Bo must thank you so much❤️)

I just think this will be fun

Oh, btw, I very love your work so perfect so wonderful so amazing❤️❤️❤️

Yall really love Sinclair's😭😭 ALSO THANK YOU V MUCH IM GLAD YALL ENJOY MY BLOG!!!! Before you read that I need to remind yall that I DONT USUALLY WRITE NSFW STUFF SO DONT EXPECT ANYTHING GREAT HERE!! Request open

Nsfw, but nothing too detailed, they/them pronouns for s/o

Shower zegz with slashers

Bo Sinclair

Our guy will make sure that they will remember that shower for long time

Yknow when you just vibe in shower and you accidently touch cold wall with your back and get all cold and upset? Yeah if s/o has the same problem.. too bad he doenst care they are getting pinned to that wall in seconds anyways

He loves seeing their face, how they react to his actions and words, how their body moves because of him

Will comment A LOT, expect a lot of praising, some cruse words and alot of growls tbh

He marks them 100% one way or another. Bite marks, Hickeys ( alot of them), ect

Afterwards he gonna bring them a towel and make sure they can go to bedroom and rest there for a while. This guy isn't the best at aftercare but he isn't heartless!

Vincent

No bcs he will blush sososo hard😨😳

Like they have to make first move cuz this guy will just stand there awkwardly looking like he has stick up his ass

He gonna be so gentle with them💖 carefully grabbing their hips/hair and enjoying the view moment

Tbh he loves grabbing their hair and vice versa, if s/o is touchy he gonna be sosos blushy

Also afterward he gonna wash their hair probably🥰 making sure they at least get out of this shower clean lol

Brahms Heelshire

Nah bcs this guy will be the one to actually pull them into shower, like s/o was just vibing doing their skincare routine and this guy just grabbed them and yeeted them into shower

He gonna act like he just wants to spent time together🙄🙄 yeah totally

Pls make sure that s/o calls him good boi or he gonna bite them

Also ngl he probably looks sexy asf with wet hair

Incredibly affectionate, yall will be extremely close to each other for the whole thing. And expect him to wisper and growl into s/o year

Thomas Hewitt

This babi will be soso confused??? Like???? Oh you wanna shower together?? Yeah sure ig I don't mind???

Again s/o has to do first move cuz he won't even think about asking them about that type of stuff! Hes a gentleman he would neverr.. unless they ask him ofc

S/o gonna forgor how to walk for few hours at least

He just gonna pick them up and pin them to wall like s/o weights nothing (tbh it doesnt really matter how much they weight this guy picked up adult men and whooped other one at the same time without any struggle, really dont worry)

He cant really tell them how he feels so he just gonna gently pat them or nuzzle them.

He will feel bad afterwards when their legs shake or when they can't really walk 😓

Micheal Myers

Tbh the only reason he showed was bcs they promised him that he will get reward later. Fr this guy stinks

Sex with him is incredibly akward. He doenst make any noise nor shows any kind of affection? Maybe he gonna carry them to bed afterwards or bring them towel?? Like this guy never heard about aftercare, or care overall tbh

He will never show it but he loves when s/o gives him affection or tells him nice words, how good he is and how great his doing his job rn

Not my proudest one! I really suck at nsfw stuff sorry😓😓 also I had nightmare and there was Bo for some reason ?? But he had heavy cowboy-texas accent ??? Idk why. Anyways its 2am yall have great rest of day

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

One night at the Hotel, they're scrolling through HellFlix and Vaggie suddenly gasps.

Vaggie: NO FUCKING WAY! It's finally on here!

Charlie: What? You find a show you like?

Vaggie: Not just "like", this is the best show EVER! I've wanted to binge it with you for years!

Charlie: Oh, neat! So, what show is it? What's it about?

Vaggie: I got three words for you, babe. Xena. Warrior. Princess!

SHE WILL RULE IN HELL AT LAST! HER TV SHOW SHALL REIGN SUPREME IN THE HEARTS OF THE MOST DANGEROUS BEINGS IN HELL!!!!! there is just ONE worrying part to that though....

Charlie: "Wait, she kills the king of hell?"

Vaggie: "It's not a historically accurate show babe don't worry about it."

Charlie: "Still... now I'm picturing her murdering my dad. Not sure how to feel about it..."

Lucifer: (intensely eating popcorn behind them) "Well I'd feel GREAT about it!"

Charlie: "Wh- Dad!?"

Lucifer: "It would be an honor."

Charlie: "To be KILLED by her???"

Lucifer: "Of course! Look at her snarling war face! Look at her THIGHS-"

Charlie: "DAD!!!!!"

Vaggie: (sighing) "Wish I was king of hell so she'd murder me..."

Lucifer: "Poor Maggie." (pats her) "There there, maybe Xena- or Gabrielle might be better seeing as you've been cheering every time she comes on screen- maybe they'd agree to murder the princess consort of hell too?"

Vaggie: "I uhhhh- s-sir, me and Charlie, we're not-"

Lucifer: "Right yes of course! Future princess consort."

Vaggie: "Ffffffuture-?"

Charlie: "DAD HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT ABOUT XENA!? YOU ARE STILL MARRIED TO MOM!"

Lucifer: "Ohhh Char-Char.... Lilith would be FIRST in line for death at the hands of this warrior princess lady and her gal pal. Especially if they used those amazing thighs of theirs to-"

Vaggie: "Sir, please don't finish that sentence and ruin the best show in all creation for my girlfriend by adding more family trauma."

Lucifer: "Whoops! Gosh am I saying too much now? Oh golly, my bad my bad, ha ha ha!"

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "Sweetie? Wanna switch the show off for a while?"

Charlie: "....actually, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "?"

Charlie: "... D'you think we could get a Xena costume in your size?"

Lucifer: (jaw drops)

Vaggie: "Hhhhh... I- yeah, probably? I mean.... this is hell, and her outfit is mostly leather, so...."

Charlie: "Would you wanna wearrrrr it~?"

Lucifer: (drops popcorn)

Vaggie: "Do you even have to ask?"

Charlie: "Mmmm heheh- but I like setting a good example, and you know I loooove it when people ask~"

-THUD-

Charlie: "ohshitballsdickfuck- DAD-"

Vaggie: "Hostia!" 

Lucifer: "IM FINE! AHAHAHA"

Charlie: "Dad- dad im so SORRY i forgot you were here-!"

Lucifer: "NO NO I HEARD NOTHING AND AM A-O-KAYYY!!!!"

Charlie: "You fell face first onto your own cane! You're BLEEDING!"

Lucifer: "Everything is fine! Once I've been sick into this bag of popcorn i will be extra specially FINE and our little impromptu family tv night together is going SO SPLENDEDLY WELL, isn't it Maggie!?"

Vaggie: "Ajo y agua..."

Charlie: "VAGGIE HELP- THE BLOOD??"

Vaggie: (sighing) (smiling) (standing up)

Vaggie: "...I'll go get the first aid kit."

-silly bonus-

Niffty: (from under couch) "I'll trade you the first aid kit for a vile of his bloooooood~~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming and jumping on the couch and clinging to each other in terror)

Niffty: "Don't worry!" (giggles) "It's just for my Collection~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming LOUDER)

[scriblubed-bonnibel]

Super Blind

Close friends to lovers | Jordan Li x (gn)reader

Reader will use they/them pronouns as well (lets go nonbinaries woooh <3) Just some oneshot I’ve been brain rotting about while scrolling through tumblr.

Summary: Jordan and y/n have been flirting every now and then but can’t seem to confess. One day they just… do.

Context: reader has powers that affect their emotions. Be it taking them from others, making them feel emotions, just reading their emotions, and sometimes they can even exude their emotions; having others feel it when closer to the reader.

Warnings: bad language, cute moments, kissing

If you aren’t ok with the whole “switching between masc and fem” thing then feel free to click off (tho i doubt it cause ure reading a Jordan Li fic so yeah)

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“Emma I don’t know anymore! Jordan’s probably high fucking some- fucking dude! And I’m here lonely-“ “hey!” Emma looks at me offended, “and ranting to my best friend about my crush for like what- years now!” Emma stands up and puts her hands on my shoulders, “hey, if it’s worth anything. JORDAN TOTALLY FUCKING LIKES YOU YOU IDIOT.” She shakes me back and forth.

“You’re just saying that” I brush her off and flop on my bed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She looks at me dumbfounded and as if I said the stupidest thing ever. “They literally gaze at you. And did you not notice the fact that uhhh you have flowers on your desk from them!” She gestures to the small flower arrangement on my desk.

“Big whoop. They got those flowers for me after I recovered from that stupid slip.” I rolled my eyes at her. “This-“ Emma trails off in frustration and face palms. “Listen, I’m just saying, Jordan, one of the top students, most probably maybe possibly has a crush on you maybe wants to even fuck you!” I laugh at her and just pull the covers over myself. “I doubt it! Now leave cause I’m pretty sure you’re late for one of your classes.”

“OH SHI-“ she’s cut off by the sound of a door slamming shut. “Loser” I laugh and close my eyes under the blanket, trying to just forget about Jordan… Jordan… Jordan… and.. y/n. Y/n and Jordan. A dreamy sigh escapes my lips as I swoon once more. Without even realizing, sleep takes over me.

Gentle knocks from my door wakes me up. “Emma for the last time my door is always open!!” I yell. “You lock your door once when she wants to visit and she just forgets it’s always open..” I grumble. The door opens slowly. “Y/n..?” Jordan’s voice calls out.

wait

Jordan’s. Voice? Their. Voice? Panic shoots through me as I sit up in distress. “Jordan-“ i cough quickly to try to sound less panicked, “uh- ahem Jordan! Hey, hi! DONT COME IN- I’m- my room is a mess-“ I look around and see the door still cracked a little bit. “Not- not looking! Just wanted you to know it’s me!” They say, laughing softly… I sigh again… their laugh- FIX YOUR ROOM AND YOURSELF GET IT TOGETHER.

I run to the full body mirror and fix myself up. Taming my bedhead, adjusting my sleeping shirt and shorts, making sure I look normal but also��� maybe a tiny little bit cute. I fix up the random clutter on the floor and spray a little bit of cologne everywhere.

I get to the door and put my hand on my heart to sorta calm down. Okay… one.. two.. three and-

There is no denying how stupidly in love I looked the moment I opened the door to see them in their feminine. Eyes softened, lips in a content smile, and sighing dreamily. “Hi~” I breathed out, still swooning. They dont help my case at all when they smirk and look at me in a similar manner. “Hi…” they trail off, blinking a few times before getting both of us out of our trance.

“Sorry for uhh the whole emotion wafting off of me. Still learning how to control it.” I laugh awkwardly. They wave their hand in a ‘nah dont worry’ motion, “Y/n you know I dont mind that at all. We’re all learning.” We both smile briefly, “so, whatcha doing here?” I open the door wider and sit on my bed. They enter, closing the door behind them, and sit next to me. “I uhh honestly…” I wasn’t looking at them, too busy fiddling with my hands, but I heard them change into their masculine form. “I was just around.. and wanted to hang with you…” ‘hang out.. with me?’ I thought before I looked at them.

They were.. already looking at me. A blush slowly crept up on my face as I internally panicked, replying to cover up my distress. “Uhh yeah sure, we could invite Cate for a girls time, or maybe have Emma ditch for I dont know-” I get cut off “why not just us?” They ask, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just us?” I repeat. “Y’know… just Y/n and Jordan. Just us.” Their gaze is turned away for some reason.. “I MEAN- if you don’t want to then yeah of course Kate could come arou-” they began to ramble but I touch their hand gently, focusing on calming their emotions down.

“I would like that” I smile. “Yeah..? Like a date right that’s what I’m trying to invite you to” they clarify, their emotions wafting to me… infatuation, swooning, happiness… ‘they’re happy…’. I smile and nod happily.

They stand up and offer their hand, then an uncertainty surfaces on their face. “Uhm… do you want feminine or masculine..?” They ask still in their masculine form. “Are you shitting me? How many times do I have to say this. Anything is fine as long as it’s what you want and what you feel like.” I smile up at them and stand from the bed to give them a quick hug. I hear them changing into their feminine form/nothing change as they decide to remain in their masculine form and push them to face away from me. I smile, feeling more comfortable with them again, dropping the whole “in love with you” deal and being my authentic self.

“Now don’t fucking peak, lemme just change clothes.” I said as I looked at my closet. “Where’re we going again?”

Jordan’s POV

‘I cannot fucking believe they said yes- I mean I know Kate said they liked me but I was still unsure-‘ “Jordan!!! Helloooo?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Y/n shakes me from behind. “Earth to Jordannn, where are you taking meeeeee.” I chuckle at their antics, “just dress casual, we aren’t going to the fucking gala or something.” I laugh and I hear shuffling behind me. Tempted… I turn slowly- “not a fucking peep Jordan Li.” They say sternly. I laugh and put my hands up in defense “alright alright.”

Moments pass and I feel two taps on my shoulder. I turn and smile at them. Wearing such comfy yet cute clothes to our first date. Our first date. Damn.

Reader’s POV

Walking around with Jordan Li was normal. We would do this from time to time whenever stress got to us. But this was different. This was a fucking date. Like, hand brushing against each other, got coffee or tea kinda fucking date.

We decided to walk around campus, much to the distaste of Jordan. “You are sooo fucking lucky I put up with your goody-two-shoes behavior” they tell me, squinting playfully at me. “I am very lucky thank you.” I respond to spite them. They smile and shake their head.

We walk in comforting silence. It’s so strange how the context of a walk can change the whole way it feels. Normally we would just walk casually and we would talk about anything and everything. Shoving each other, being just friends. But now… it feels so… pure? I guess… like puppy love. Jordan taking glances at me and I would do the same. Whenever we meet eyes they’d chuckle as I look away shyly. They’re just… too sweet.

“Are you enjoying?”

I look up in surprise, not realizing we had stopped walking. “Yeah of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, worried I had done something wrong. “Just making sure, that’s all. Cause I wouldn’t want to be the only one enjoying our date” they smile at me sweetly. A worry forms in my stomach when my brain starts to go on hyperdrive. They aren’t… joking about this right…? My walls start building as I worry that Jordan was just put up to this for a stupid fucking prank.

Jordan takes my hand in worry, shifting to their masculine form. A tendency they did when they were worried about me. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” I pull my hand back slowly. “You aren’t.. doing this for a dare right.. cause- cause I know I’m not that good at hiding my crushes but if this was a fucking joke I swear-” I’m suddenly silenced as they pull me in close for a hug. “I know Y/n. If it’s a joke, you swear you’ll make me miserable for the rest of my life.” Their chest rumbles as they chuckle. “It’s not a joke… the only thing I had help with was ask Cate to make me go to your dorm and ask you out blatantly.”

I step back a little, “you what?” I laugh incredulously. “Listen! I keep hearing rumors that you like me but I never saw it! Cate always told me that I was Super-”

“Blind?” I finish their sentence. “Yeah, Emma told me the same thing” I shake my head and laugh in disbelief. “So… you do like me?” They ask, as they lift my chin to look into their eyes. My breath hitches and I nod quietly. “Good.. cause.. I like you too… maybe.. even more than like.” They smile and shift back to their feminine form, something they did.. when they felt comfortable with me.

Their hand on my chin slowly travelled to my cheek and soothingly rubbed it with their thumb. The blush from earlier creeps up again and I silently plead that Jordan can’t feel my face slowly heat up. They chuckle, “I never realized how cute you looked whenever you blush…” the warmth blooms past my cheeks and into my chest as the butterflies flutter more intensely. “Y/n..?” Jordan asks softly, their eyes not even trying to hide the fact that they’re looking at my lips. “Yes..?” I reply just as softly.

“Can I.. kiss you?” I stop functioning the moment they stop talking. Unable to speak I do one slow and obvious nod to say yes. “Thank you” they smile and lean in lips barely touching, as if telling me that if I wanted to back out now, now is the time. But fuck that I’m getting that kiss.

I smile and kiss them deeply, tiptoeing a little bit to wrap my arms around their neck. The smile on our lips palpable and our emotions mixing with one another as pure happiness exudes from the both of us.

We part after a moment, smiling widely. They chuckle softly. “What’s so funny? Was my breath bad- did I hit your teeth? What is it what?!” I panicked.

“Nothing nothing!” They laugh, “Just… you’re so cute… I couldn’t stop feeling your butterflies wafting off of you ever since we started the date. And well.. every time you see me.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!” I gasped and hit them playfully, they shift to their masculine form and held my hands together in front of me. “I didn’t tell you because…how could I tell the cutest person in the world,” they lean in and kiss me gently once more and whisper, “that even their emotions are cute?”

This person will be the end of me… and I love it.

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EEEE I’m so glad I got to finish this cksndjsz my brain cannot for the love of me stop thinking about Jordan. THEY’RE JUST SO CISJDJSZJ C U T E.

Anyways, feel free to give comments on how I can improve ! And ofc I hope you enjoyed ♡

Edit: holy f u c k- Im v surprised this is getting 300 notes 😭 im very glad people are enjoying !! College is just biting my ass but I’m writing other fics from other fandoms!

Take care always!

[howlingday]

Ugh... Another Multiverse?

Jaune: Well, now that we know that the multiverse exists, we need to find more of us so we can all get back to our friends. But we gotta be careful in case anyone here could be another Jaune.

"Jaune": (Bumps into Jaune, Coffee spilt on) Hey! Watch what you're doing, asshole!

Jaune: Whoops! Sorry about that- Oh! Hey! Are you another Jaune?

"Jaune": Yeah, but I don't want anything to do with any of you unless you're some smokin' hot babes. You have no idea how much it sucks to be a Jaune hated for trying to get the girl. I'm also way more charming than any of you pricks.

Jaune: ...None of what you said made any sense.

Jaune: And wasn't there a Jaune who was pining for someone?

Jaune: Yeah, but he's live-action, so we don't talk about him.

"Jaune": (Scoffs) You're all just a bunch of limp-dicked soyboys who are probably self-inserts, dragging the good name of RWBY down and causing this whole multiverse thing. Well, would you look at that?! I figured it out for all of you! The least you could do is point me to the nearest girl-Jau-

Jaune: (Breaks his nose on his shield) Sheesh! Do you even hear yourself?! Or maybe you can't because god forbid you do any sort of self-reflection!

Jaune: Let me in on this!

Jaune: (Watches Jaune and Jaune beat up "Jaune")

Jaunes:

Jaune: Wait! Hold on a sec! Are we sure this is a Jaune? Check his ID.

Jaune: What do you mean?

Jaune: Look at his wallet! His name isn't even Jaune!

Jaune: Oh! So is he some kind of cospalyer? Our bad~!

Jaune: It makes sense. I mean, there's no way a real Jaune would talk the way he does.

Jaunes: (Leave)

Ruby: (Pops in, Steps on "Jaune") Ew! I stepped in shit!

[rosewaterandivy]

rack 'em up!

Summary: in hustling, ya gotta keep the score real simple. count your money at the end of the game, and walk away.

Pairing: s.h. x fem! reader

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: NSFW 18+, drinking, cursing, & pool shark steve

A/N: A continuation of our Modern Love series featuring Steve 🥰 Reblogs, likes & feedback are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

The first time you’d met Steve Harrington, you hadn’t been yourself. It was Halloween night and one of your best friends had somehow convinced you to go out with her to a local bar. You were in your Audrey Horne finest — pink sweater, plaid skirt, Mary Janes and all — while your bestie had settled for the Log Lady, classic Twin Peaks. 

Thighs sticking to the cracked vinyl seat, you nursed a beer only half-listening to your friend’s bitching about her grad school class. Sitting at the bar, you felt exposed. And sure, she was there and had been supportive throughout this ordeal. But still — it was the first time you’d been out since the break-up. 

Shaking your head, you tried to rid yourself of the incessant thoughts which were proving less than helpful. She quickly noticed your discomfort, she worried her lips and tried to get the bartender’s attention. “We can go if it’s too much babe,” she murmurs softly, “Or at least head up to Paschal’s where it won’t be as crowded.”

“No, this is fine,” you insist, taking a sip from your beer, condensation gathering on the glass. “I’m just getting used to it is all.”

She gives you a small smile, “Okay, but let me know when you want to bounce.”

The bar fills up rather quickly from there. The breaking of racks sounds out from the pool tables in loud cracks, quickly followed by loud whoops and hollers. The pair of you were occasionally jostled by patrons opening their tabs and ordering food or drinks. Coming to the end of your beer, you nod to her and she signals for the check. 

Someone slides in behind you, sending your pint glass tumbling to the bar top the remnants of lukewarm beer readily making its way toward your lap. You quickly stand to avoid the spill and back up.

Large, warm hands lightly grasp your arms, causing you to jump, “Oh shit,” he says, voice apologetic, “That was my bad, I’m so sorry!”

Turning in the stranger’s grasp, you catch Liz’s wide-eyed gaze, “No harm, no foul,” you insist, “Quick reflexes and all.”

The sight of him makes you want to drop dead. A furrow in his brow and lip worried between his teeth — too handsome for his own good.

“Let me make it up to you.” His thumbs graze over the fabric of your sweater as you nod. He turns to the bartender and leans over the bar top to say, “Hey man, can I get two IPAs, a stout, and whatever else the lady would like?”

He glances back to you, waiting. 

“She had a saison!” Your friend helpfully pipes up from behind you. 

“Thanks,” he smiles at her, “Can I get you anything?”

She flushes under his attention and places her order before pulling you to the side out of earshot. Her eyes gleam in mischief when she says, “Ooh girl, he is fine.”

You can’t argue, he is objectively attractive. All coiffed hair and tan limbs, definitely out of your league. Involuntarily, you curl in on yourself.

“Hey,” she scolds, “Don’t do that.”

As if she could read your thoughts.

“Yeah, under Harrington man. Thanks!” 

Schooling your expression into a semblance of cool, you smile when he leans back hands you the drink, your fingers brushing briefly. 

“I am really sorry about that, by the way.” He says, eyes clouding over with worry. “Hope it didn’t ruin your night.”

“Not at all,” you say after taking a sip, “We were about to head out anyway.”

She elbows you something fierce and narrows her eyes.

“What she means to say, is that we were about to head upstairs.” 

The stranger nods, “That’s cool.” 

It’s only then that you notice the three other beers in his hands in a triangle formation, condensation growing steadily on each glass. You meet his gaze, “D’you need help with those?”

When he smiles, it’s slow and saccharine. “Don’t worry about it, honey.” He nods toward the pool tables, “But you can come along, if you’d like?”

Your best friend all but yanks your arm out as he walks toward a group of people surrounding the pool table. He hands the respective drinks to the man and woman arguing over stripes and solids. 

“I broke, so I get to call Rob!” The man with long hair pulled up into a bun insists. “It’s like, common courtesy.”

The woman, Rob, takes a brief sip of her beer, top lip coming away covered in foam. “But polite society dictates that you should offer the choice to me, Eddie.”

Eddie rolls his eyes before noticing the new additions to the group. “Harrington,” he says with a smile, “Care to introduce us?”

The man’s eyebrows raise, “Oh, um,” he begins before faltering. “This is—“

Your bestie swiftly butts in to introduce you both. “Nearly ruined her night,” she jokes, “Beer stained skirt is a sure-fire ticket home.”

Eddie laughs along with her and turns back to the game of pool. “Whaddya think then?” His eyes meet yours, “Solids or stripes?”

Robin scoffs indignantly and chalks her pool cue. 

His attention catches you off-guard, “Oh, um,” you echo Harrington, “Stipes, I guess?”

Eddie smiles and leans down to take his shot, “Excellent choice.” He sinks two stripes in the corner pocket and rises lazily to sip his beer.

Your friend, meanwhile, made herself scarce, socializing with Rob across the pool table. Harrington, first name unknown, eyed the game briefly.

“Take over for me?” 

He glances across the table and takes the outstretched cue. “Sure thing Rob.” He brushes past you with a cautionary hand to the small of your back, “Sorry.”

Your friend and Robin continue their conversation at a nearby high-top table, while Harrington lines up his shot. Left alone with your beer, Eddie makes his way to your side. “This game is about to become distinctly unfair,” he grouses.

“How so?”

“Steve’s a pool shark,” he shrugs, “Good thing Rob and I didn’t bet on this game, he’d take me to the cleaners.”

You laugh at that, “Well, considering that she abandoned the game, I think that makes any bets null and void.”

“Maybe so.”

You sip your beer, conversation with Eddie coming easily. “I could give him a run for his money,” You say off-handedly, “If you wanted to make it interesting.”

The cue ball cracks against the remnants form the rack, two solids falling into the side pocket. Eddie gives you a wicked smile, “That so, sweetheart?” He chuckles and takes a drink, “Bit of a hustler yourself?”

You shrug casually, “Had a shit dad,” you supply, “Learned a thing or two in the bars he frequented.”

“Fair enough,” he says before turning to Steve, “Harrington!”

Steve stops his perusal of the pool table. Eddie chalks up the cue and passes it to you. “Care to make this game a little more interesting?”

Bets are taken — 3 to 1 with odds in your favor; you had graciously elected to abstain from betting. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for your best friend. 

(“Oh my God, this is the greatest,” she crows, “The last time she played, she made a dude cry.”)

Steve, it had to be said, was indeed a shark; the game was evenly matched. Before long, a group had gathered around you to watch. Eddie kept the drinks coming while Robin insisted you both eat something. 

Steve lined up to take his turn; it was a long shot, “Eight ball, left corner pocket.”

As he leans over, his shirt rode up slightly along his back revealing tan skin and toned muscles. You feel yourself begin to get hot under the collar. Eddie thrusts a cold can of beer into your palm, “Steve, make yourself decent, for fuck’s sake.”

He blushes at that, shot falling just shy of his call. The eight ball rolling to a stop on the precipice of the pocket. You let out a low whistle, holding the can against your forehead for relief. 

“Wouldn’t be taking it easy on the lady, would you Harrington?”

Hazel eyes meet yours for a brief moment. He winks at you as you open the can to take a sip. “Not at all, Ed.”

You sip slowly, the cool beer alleviating your parched throat. Swallowing, you wipe a hand across your mouth and set the can aside. “That’s a shame,” you say approaching the table with a sway in your hips. “Get ready to pay up, pretty boy.”

Eddie cackles at that, Robin and your bestie howling in laughter. The patrons watching the game unfold let out whoops and whistles. It would be easy enough to simply tap the eight ball in the corner pocket, ending the game handedly. 

You instead opt to ricochet the cue ball along the sideboards with enough force to propel it into the corner pocket with an audible crack. A wave of cheers erupts around you as Steve’s head dramatically drops in defeat. Eddie, Robin, and your friend bumrush and crowd you against the pool table. 

“To the victor, go the spoils!” Robin hollers, turning you toward Steve.

You extend your hand, palm outstretched awaiting the payout. “Cough it up, pretty boy.”

With a huff, he digs his wallet from his back pocket and counts out the twenties. His fingers are warm against yours, you give him a small smile. “No hard feelings?”

He smiles in return, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Clasping the bills in your hand, you eye him up and down. Insecurity and shyness from earlier in the night alleviated from the progression of beers over the evening. “Tell you what,” you say, scrambling for a pen and paper, “If you ever feel like getting your ass handed to you again,” you jot down your number, “I’m available.”

He takes the scrap of paper from you with a slow smile, “Good to know.”

And if someone airdrops you a new contact before you leave, then so much the better.

Pretty Boy Steve: soooo, rematch?

[sturniololoco]

Game Night

N. Sturniolo x fem reader (STRICTLY PLATONIC)

Requested: kinda?

Warnings: language ig?

Y/N’s POV

Nick invited me to a game night with him and his brothers. I’m didn’t live far from them, but I drove anyways. I didn’t want to take my chances walking in the dark by myself.

I pulled into the driveway and walked up to their front door, locking my car in the way up.

I knocked twice before I heard footsteps running down the stairs. The door flys open, revealing my best friend Nick, who greeted me with a bone crushing hug.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you so much.” He said ushering me through the door and up the steps.

“I was here yesterday Nick.” I replied, laughing at the excitement in his eyes, that he always denies.

“Yeah, but that’s too long. Especially when you live with these two hooligans.” He replied, tilting his head to the two boys relaxing on The couch.

“Hey Y/N” Chris and Matt said in unison. Chris casually flicked Nick off for his name calling. I giggled at the brothers antics.

“Hey yall. Who’s ready to get their asses whooped on game night?!?” I said, getting ready for a fun night filled with games and giggles.

-

It’s been around two hours of games, but none of us were tired yet. We’ve gone through 2 games of uno, a game of clue, and we’re now half way through monopoly.

I was winning, as usual. Most of the time the boys can’t stop bickering to even finish a whole game. And tonight was no exception.

“Why did we make Matt the fucking banker? The stupid fuck can’t even count while using his fingers!” Nick said, waiting impatiently for Matt to hand him his 120 dollars.(I’m sorry Matt I just needed to put this for the story ❤️😭)

While they were arguing, Chris got up to get a Pepsi, but instead came back with a pillow. He flung the pillow right at the back of Nick’s head, colliding with a really loud SMACK!

“You really wanna fucking go bitch?!”Nick practically screamed at his brother, grabbing a pillow from the couch. 

“Oh I’d kill him. I’d kill him!” Matt said, edging his brother on. 

Little did he know, I had a pillow aimed right at his face and started swinging.

-

The four of us were now laid out in the couch, tired and out of breath from our pillow battle. The lights were off and we were watching a movie.

Chris was stretched out on the long part of the couch while Matt was cuddled up in the corner with his blanket. Nick and I were huddled up together on the short part of the couch, sharing a blanket.

My BeReal went off about half way through the movie. Nick and I struck a gorgeous kissy face selfie, while the other side was Chris and Matt casually flicking off the camera. I captioned the picture Movie night with my fav human and added a heart emoji. 

“That’s corny.” Nick said, reading my caption.

“It’s true!” I said leaning over to him and giving him a side hug, to which he squeezed me just as tight.

Note: this was rly rly bad. I might try again in the future, but I was going through bad writers block and this is what came out 😂 

Lemme know if you have any more requests of the triplets. I’d be down to try 

❤️❤️❤️

[optimisticallycyn]

Whoops. Meant to post this here, posted it somewhere else instead. My bad, still figuring it out.

Anyways...

For @vicbutnotactually and based off their art!

I finally finished it! The story based off your art! Hope you like it! Sorry it's so long. XD

“Did you want to try it?”

“I’m sorry?”

Shocked by the offer Leo quickly returned his attention to the one at his side. Casey snickered at his reaction, swiping the tube from him all to easily and tossing it from hand to hand.

“If you want, I can paint your face up like mine. Let you see for yerself what it’s like.”

“Oh, um…”

He really shouldn’t. He wasn’t sure why he shouldn’t but…

“Y-Yeah.” …What? “Sure.”

[smaller-comfort]

W-w-w-wip Wednesday.

Etudes and alchemists and monster boyfriends, oh my!

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Untitled Etudes (B'st/Resh'an)- Yeah, so I still haven't gotten tired of writing B'st as an incorrigible flirt. Sorry! (I'm not actually sorry.)

“Visit me at the Academy next time, and we can scandalize my students.”

Resh'an laughed, and B'st made a hungry sound. He always liked to hear Resh'an laugh. “How would you even introduce me to them?”

“With your name, of course. I will say to them, students, this is Resh'an, a very learned alchemist. You will not see very much of him while he is visiting, as he will be spending all of his time in my quarters- but you will certainly hear him-”

“No!” The laughter came easily now. He opened his eyes; B'st's features were pressed close to the surface of the glass.

“I wouldn't lie to my students,” B'st said, a little primly. “Not even for you. Humans in Mooncradle aren't nearly as prudish as the rest of your kind, anyway.” B'st paused, then grinned. "They still share legends of the Great Eagle, though. So perhaps they might still be scandalized, for different reasons."

“I don't see why they should be- it's not like they'll see me as the Great Eagle again.”

B'st paused. “At times,” he said delicately, “you do sound very…bird-like.”

“No- no I do not-” His protests dissolved into laughter as the glass turned ticklish against his skin.

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Outshine the Sun part 4, Aephorul/Resh'an; current working title is "Game, Set, Match" but it is not keeping that title. The one with the impromptu dental work.

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After another hour, perhaps, the hand that Resh'an had tangled in the collar of Aephorul's tunic went slack suddenly, dropping to dangle against the ground. If not for the way Aephorul was holding him, his head would have lolled to the side. Aephorul froze.

It was dark beneath the trees now, with little in the way of moonlight reaching the forest floor. The lights in Resh'an's eyes were still extinguished. “Resh'an?”

No answer. Aephorul closed his eyes, reaching with his magic- Resh'an was still there, his soul still tethered to his body. He was just…fast asleep in Aephorul's arms.

Aephorul blinked rapidly to clear the sudden haze in his vision, and to reconfigure his eyes for low light. He gently lifted Resh'an's fallen hand, and tucked it back against his chest. “You'd better not be dreaming yourself somewhere else right now,” he muttered. No response, again.

He carefully- so carefully!- settled Resh'an a little more comfortably in his arms, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.  “I love you,” he whispered. Still no response. “I'm sorry. I love you.” Maybe if he said it enough, Resh'an would believe him.

And maybe someday, Resh'an would forgive him.

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Lysikor and the Horrible No Good Very Bad Day- Oltyx/Yenekh, Lysikor/Yenekh, Lysikor/Oltyx/Yenekh

I keep only posting bits of this where Lysikor is having a great time. Whoops.

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'You've betrayed your betters before. Why should I trust you?'

'You...shouldn't.’ Lysikor tapped the words against the back of the clawed hand that held him in place. ‘But you…are not the king.’

Yenekh growled and slammed him against the wall again.

'Yenekh!' Oltyx emerged from the shadows with a whisper, single eye alight with fury. 'What are you doing?'

If he hadn't locked his elbow servos in place to hold Lysikor more comfortably, Yenekh might have dropped him. As it was, he didn't think Oltyx would notice how badly his sudden appearance had startled him.

“What I asked him to, of course.” There was a hiss of static from the scarab; laughter. Lysikor hooked one ankle around Yenekh's waist, as if to draw him closer. His hand tightened around Yenekh's wrist. “Forgive us, your stellar malevolence- we should have found somewhere more private for our little tryst.”

Oltyx froze. Yenekh shook his head with a growl. 'Oltyx-'

'If it was privacy you wanted, you should have said so.' Oltyx's voice was distant and hollow on the ghost wind. 'There are few who care for such things among our kin.' He gave Lysikor a long, unreadable stare, and then disappeared.

Lysikor howled with laughter.

[rjcopeseethemald]

Responding to a few times Elsie tagged me for tag games because I haven't responded to them at all before

(also guess who's back into posting)

Whoops, sorry @elsie-writes, it appears I've accidentally ignored every tag game you've tagged me for. All of them over several months ago. Better late than never though!

Below are responses for a Character Voice Tag, OC in 15, and Find the Word:

Character Voice Tag

My line: "Is it supposed to be green?"

Lia: "Hey, is that thing supposed to be green? Lioko: "Uhh... guys? There's this, uh– green thing, and I'm not sure if it's supposed to be green or not!" Maiolo*: "That's supposed to be green, right? This'd be a bad time for me to start going colorblind..." Hydrogen: "Hang on..." Adjusts their eyes... then adjusts them again.... "Is that thing supposed to appear green like that?

*Originally named Miilo and then Maiilo before I settled on Maiolo.

For this one, I'll tag @eccaiia, @melpomene-grey, @vesyl, @elmachetecriollo, and leave it open! Your line is "We have to get the power back on." or, if your setting doesn't have electricity, "We have to get it working again.""

OC in 15: Hydrogen

A lot of people seem to love Hydrogen, so I'll sample 15 of their lines for you all:

The wisp slowed down in mid-air and floated towards the re- emerging twins, but stopped briefly to glance at the massive hole in the wall. “Oh,” they said, only mildly taken at all. “I told the novices to keep their sparring outside…. Anyway!"

“So! Am I to assume the age of the Cadrian Empire is long gone? –Actually, I’m taking your near total confusion as a ‘yes’–”

“[Crafting] the stars?” Lioko repeated, incomprehension in his voice. “How’s that not godlike?” “Oh, they were going to form anyway,” Hydrogen dismissed, with a several little waves of their hand. “I just made the first few. It took me a million years for each one, several failed attempts, and I can’t even do anything larger than those boring red ones that just…” they rippled their fingers in the air. “–fizzle out.”

“Okay, this is great and all,” Lioko interposed. “But… how can we trust you?” “It’s simple!” Hydrogen giggled. “You can’t!”

“Oh, I’ve got thirteen billion years on both of you. I know full well how suspicious my whole… deal– might sound,”

“This world is not mine to hold dominion over. I'm an Elemental! Not a supreme being!” said Hydrogen. “…So, anyways: May I accompany you home? Or shall I be relegated to waiting outside?”

“You know, Hydrogen…” said Lia, cracking an appreciative smile. “I like the way you think.” “Well, now you’d just be making me blush if I was able,” they quipped.

“Sleep really is the most… unnecessary necessity, isn’t it?” said Hydrogen, not looking away from the sky. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Lia answered, hoisting herself all the way up onto the roof. “Hmm… sorry about that,” they quipped, holding their hand outstretched and shutting one eye. “Blame… the laws of physics, or something.”

“Why even get so close to us humans in the first place?” asked Lia. “You’re so… far above us, on a basic level.” “On a basic level, maybe,” Hydrogen answered, pushing off the roof to float cross-legged in the air. “But I don’t consider myself to be above you. I’ve got feelings, too; I’m far from perfect; and I have opinions and tastes. Sure, I might be– well– me, but really; that’s where our differences end. And, you could still learn to mimic a sizable fraction of our power. Not so far above you now, hmm?”

“Well, of course I’m willing to guard you against threats to your lives,” Hydrogen clarified. “Just… don’t personally ask me to kill anyone.”

“Might I remind you that atomancy can give you parity with regular weapons,” Hydrogen imparted, floating down from the driver’s bench. “Yes, even these fancy new ones.... I talked with the village toolsmith, they’re not that impressive.”

When dawn broke the next day, Hydrogen was right there on the kitchen windowsill, casually lying back in waiting. They had a pleasant little smile on their face, a look of satisfaction or contentment. “You’re finally awake!” they greeted, flitting up into the air. “I’ve been wanting to tell you the good news since midnight.”

“Well, let me just say, I’m delighted there’s some Elemental already doing this!” Hydrogen responded, bouncing up to float at eye level.

A titanic golden eagle– whose feathers appeared to be made of real gold– landed on the steps. Hydrogen was like a mouse to him. “Well!” said Hydrogen, recovering back to a standing float. “You’re certainly new!"

“Ah. Hydrogen, you’re back,” said Bromine. “What did you find?” “A lot,” Hydrogen answered, frankly. “But that’s all I’m going to say!” they tried to lighten up once more.

For this one, I'll tag @lanawritesalittle, @late-to-the-fandom, @oh-no-another-idea, @njnetails, and leave it open

Find the Word Tag

My words: Blonde, Hall, Know, Drug, Girl Blonde:

And– the early hour had almost made [Sandrine] forget– regulation dictated that long hair belonged in a single bun. She quickly consolidated her platinum blonde locks at the back of her head into a swirling sort of shape, and with that, headed off towards the Joint Command building.

Hall:

Molau’s seat of government was quite meager in comparison to the Visselan House of Congress, but the Assembly Hall made do with what it had.

Know:

“Atomic fusion!” Hydrogen proclaimed, sheathing their sword with a little spinning trick. “Only a few Elementals’ atoms are light enough for it. And… want to know the best part?” Lioko went “Wait, uh–” but not before Lia could jump in with “–Ooh, tell us!”

Drug:

No instances

Girl:

“Police!” the irate Visselan shouted over to the J. Miller building, catching the attention of a couple loitering officers. “That Native girl and her brother stole my dyes three months ago!”

Sending this one out to @mk-writes-stuff, @eddie-roo, @marlowiswriting, @moonsbetween, and leaving it open; Your words are Head, Hunt, Silence, Steal, and Witness.

This was fun, and hopefully I'll keep my word and get back into posting! And please remember that all tags are no pressure!

[laconic-void]

Sandlot fic. Part TWO

Benny POV

Man, that was a hell of a ride. Smalls now has the best baseball in town in his possession. I have to admit, I'm kind of disappointed that I couldn't have it, but Smalls needs it.

I had watched Smalls go inside with his stepdad, but I couldn't follow the conversation from there. I hope things turn out okay.

I think a lot about all of our different families. I have an admittedly helpful older sister, Ramona. Smalls is an only child. It must be nice and quiet.

I have it better than some of the guys. Squints has a brother who's a year older, but they're complete opposites and can't cooperate to save their lives. Yeah-Yeah is constantly scolded for not getting as good grades as his twin sister. Even so, I've always wanted a brother, someone I can be really close to.

I waited until it got dark before climbing out my window to visit Smalls. I knocked gently on his own bedroom window and he sleepily answered.

"Well, how'd it go?" I whispered eagerly.

"Not too bad, but I can't go to the sandlot for a week."

I frowned. "What're you gonna do instead?"

Scotty rubbed his eyes. "I don't have an erector set anymore, so I don't know. Probably just chores."

"I know!" I exclaimed, briefly forgetting I was supposed to be quiet. "Whoops. Sorry about that, haha. I know what to do. Tomorrow morning, I'll bring you a walkie talkie, and I'll keep you updated on our game throughout the day! How does that sound?"

Scotty's face lit up. "That sounds great!"

I smiled. "Alright, see you then!"

...

"Where's Smalls?

"He can't play no more. Only for the week, though. Until then we can talk to him with this walkie talkie."

"Aw, okay."

Things had been rough in the beginning, but Smalls had earned the respect from all of us, especially now that, partially thanks to him, we had unlimited baseballs to play with.

"Just about to head down to the sandlot, smalls. Over."

...

"Ham's calling his shot. Over the fence. There it goes. Going. Going. Go- uh oh. Looks like Hercules wants to play fetch!"

I laughed as I watched the scene unfold. "Hercules is running towards Ham at record speed! He may have been pickled, but he is still a hell of a beast! Oh! Out!"

"THAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Ham protested. "Hercules isn't a player! Hey-" Hercules shoved Ham to the ground and licked his face. Bertram grabbed the ball and dropped it on Ham's stomach. "Out!"

"Yeah-yeah, get outta here!'

"OH, NO!" Squints shouted. I knew that tone. I turned around, and sure enough, Phillips and the rest of the Tigers were lined up on their bikes.

"Guess who just arrived! Over." I said into the walkie talkie.

"Oh no, is Phillips back? Over."

"Yep, for some reason. Over."

"Where's your boyfriend, Rodriguez?" Phillips taunted.

"Can it, Phillips!" I shot back.

"Benny's more of a man than you are!" Ham defended. "He can run faster than you can bike!" Everyone else cheered in agreement. I just rolled my eyes. I'm pretty proud of myself for pickling the beast, but I try to stay humble.

"Here, Smalls, I'll relay the conversation. Phillips just said Ham eats food scraps from the garbage. Ham said Phillips got his name from his screwdriver-shaped head..." I released the button and heard Smalls laughing. I realized how ridiculous it must sound hearing it from me, and I chuckled along.

"Does he know you pickled the beast? Over." Smalls asked.

"I'm not sure. He might have been at the founders' day parade. Or the pool. Over."

"I bet he wouldn't mess with you if he saw how fast you ran. You nearly broke the sound barrier trying to escape Hercules. Like a jet. Over."

Smalls complimenting me like that made me feel really good. "Thanks. It's really whatever though. Over."

"Sure it is," Smalls paused. "Alright, my mom just called me for lunch. See you later Benny. Out."

I put the walkie talkie in my pocket and smiled.

End for now.

Fun fact: the fact that Squints has a brother is based on the fact that Chauncey Leopardi was notably very different from the character he played, listening to gangsta rap and wearing baggy jeans! He also has been selling Cannabis for 20 years lololololololol. Won't put that in the story though

[resident-gay-bitch]

“can you believe it!” eddie exclaimed, his arms swinging out dramatically. his guitar slumped against his hips and made a screeching sound with the movement that made gareth’s ears ring.

“what now?” he said, sitting down behind his drum kit and taking a sip of the soda he just went to get.

“eddie was just wingeing-“ grant started.

“i was not wingeing!” eddie pointed a stern finger at him and continued plugging his guitar into the amp.

“complaining, then…?” jeff asked with a shrug, and when eddie didn’t protest that, he turned to gareth to explain, “eddie was just complaining about that chick at the hideout last night.”

“oh, the goth girl?” gareth asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. he was trying his best to stay calm, keep his composure, but he just can’t help but feel a little (insanely a lot) jealous right now. “cool… uh… what about her? did- was she not good, or-“

“eddie wouldn’t know.” grant snickered, and gareth flicked his eyes over to him cautiously.

“no?” he asked, treading carefully. “i thought you were going to take her home, man?”

yes, add “man” on the end to make it seem like friendly bro conversation and not like you’re trying to figure out how to navigate your jealousy and conceal your super secret sappy feelings for your bestest friend in the whole world.

“i was planning on it.” eddie sighed, stretching his back out, “i thought she was eye fucking me the whole time we were on stage, but she wasn’t, apparently.”

thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fucking fuck!

“oh.” gareth muttered, nodding his head slowly, playing it super cool.

“yeah…” eddie poked his tongue out, popping his hips to the side, “really cool.”

eddie was making a face at him that gareth knows means that eddie has experienced a minor inconvenience and he thinks it’s gareth’s fault. only, gareth doesn’t know why he’s making that face right now.

“super cool, because it was you she was ogling all night.”

oh. whoops?

“oh, erm… sorry?”

eddie burst out laughing and shook his head with a smile, “nah, don’t sweat it, dude. i’m sorry i tried to take your girl. maybe one of us could have lost our virginities after all, if we’d just payed a little more attention.”

yeah, no. that wouldn’t have happened, even if gareth noticed the cool goth girl looking at him. he only has eyes for eddie these days.

super hot fucking eddie, who’s stretching his arms above his head, letting his shirt ride up and show a delicious slither of silver skin that gareth wants to bite.

“i’m no even bothered by that.” eddie sighed, “i don’t care if she’s not into me. i don’t wanna lose my v-card to some random chick who’s not that into me, you know? i want a connection, at least.”

“fair enough.” jeff nodded, tuning up his guitar.

“so why are you wingeing about it then?” grant asked, always so kind he is. not. gareth laughed and double tapped his sticks on the snare as he watched eddie send their friend a mean glare.

“i’m not wingeing!”

“kinda were.” jeff muttered under his breath.

eddie turned his mean glare over to jeff and said, “what was that?”

“okay!” gareth butt in, slamming his foot down on the bass pedal to get their attention, “enough petty squabbling.”

eddie poked his tongue out at gareth and started to tune his guitar too, “whatever you say, gearbear.”

“shut the fuck up.” gareth groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically and hoping no one notices how badly that nickname makes him blush.

every fucking time!

“okay, but the bad part.” eddie tutted, eyeing the room as he listened to the note he was plucking for a moment. once he had it tuned right, he clapped his hands together, “the bad part- she was so mean for no reason, dudes!”

“oh no.” grant said, monotonous. gareth and jeff snickered under their breaths at his sarcasm. “she hurt your feelings. somebody call the waaa-mbulance.”

eddie glared at him for a moment, slowly leant over and picked up his jacket off the floor and chucked it at grant with full force. grant shrieked and jumped back with impact, and they all burst out laughing.

“guys, come on!” jeff said eventually, taking a few breaths to calm down, “we have to practice. eddie, finish your story, hurry up!”

“fine, mom!” he groaned and folded his arms over his chest. he looked over to gareth and broke out into a mischievous grin, and gareth shook his head at him and tried not to giggle. “basically, she just said a bunch of unnecessarily mean shit. like she called my sweetheart ‘kinda average’!”

“what!” gareth shreked, the other two boys joining in.

it was one thing to reject a guy in a dive bar, but it was another to call his most prized possession ‘kinda average’ when it’s clearly a work of art.

maybe gareth’s a little bias… but still. eddie’s axe is clearly fucking cool as shit.

“i know.” eddie fake sobbed, bringing the neck of his guitar up to his face to give it a little kiss as he stroked the strings, “it’s okay sweetheart. that girl was just delusional. you’re so beautiful.”

“wow, we’ve already reached the part in rehersal where eddie has uncomfortable chemistry with his guitar, and we’re only ten minuets in.” grant said, pointing over at eddie, “i think this is a new record. i think eddie and that inanimate object are going to need some privacy guys.”

“i think eddie needs a relationship, actually.” jeff countered with a laugh.

“hey!” eddie pressed a hand to his chest in mock offence.

“i will litteraly pay any of you all the money i have right now to go hold eddie’s hand for three seconds and temporarily cure his touch starvedness.” grant sighed.

“you guys are so mean!” eddie pouted his lip.

“i’ll risk it.” jeff sighed, “for all your money, i’ll risk eddie falling dramatically in love with me-“

“fuck off!” eddie kicked his foot out to knock jeff’s knee, “you’re nothing but a bunch of bullies… gareth, you still love me right?”

more than you know.

“that’s up for debate.” gareth shrugged.

eddie struck his hands over his chest and stumbled backwards into the wall, gasping for air as he slid his back down if and played dead.

“drama queen.” grant muttered.

“dude, get up.” jeff laughed, tossing his pic at eddie’s head, “are you done rambling about your failed attempt to pick up a chick? can we practice now?”

“no.” eddie grinned, jumping to his feet, “you know i need a good half hour of meaningless conversation before we jam.”

“you’re so lame.” jeff muttered, “give me my pick.” he said, starching it back from eddie.

“ooo! fiesty.” he giggled.

“come on, what else?” gareth asked, because he wants to know everything. he knows eddie will give him the full, over detailed recap later, but he’d rather have his conscience fully eased right now, rather than later.

“okay, you wanna know what else she said that just… like, why would she feel the need to say that?”

“what?” grant asked, “did she comment on the obvious chemistry between you and your guitar and not want to get in the way-“

eddie flipped him off and rolled his eyes, looking at gareth with a shake of his head, “no. she said, out of the fucking blue, ‘you’re litteraly like, one of the most unattractive guys i know’.”

oh, what the fuck? that was bullshit!

“and look, i know i’m not a particularly pretty guy-“

bullshit.

“dude.” gareth scoffed, and immediately regretted it. he cleared his throat and composed himself as the other three looked at him weirdly, “ah, mums been on my case about… talking down on myself and stuff so…” not a complete lie.

“oh, right.” eddie nodded and shook that off, “anyway, who cares if i’m good looking or not? you don’t just say that! if i said that to a guy i’d get smacked!”

grant laughed, “that’d be funny, i’d pay to see that.”

“dude!” eddie glared at him, trying not to laugh, “but that was so rude of her, right?”

“you seem very upset about this, munson.” jeff quirked an eyebrow.

“well…” eddie wabbled his head, pulling a wry face.

“come on, guys, it’s obvious what’s going on here.” grant sighed, popping his hip to the side as he leant on his bass, “eddie’s fishing for compliments.”

“oh my god.” he groaned, sinking down into a crouch and pulling his hair over his face, “no.”

jeff snickered, “awwww, you wanna be told she was wrong, eddie?”

“shut up, that’s not what’s happening.”

“kinda sounds like it is.” gareth muttered around a laugh.

“i thought you were on my side, garebear.” eddie peaked an eye out at him.

“i said that’s up for debate.” he shrugged.

“eddie wants to be flirted with.” grant laughed, “let’s go around and tell eddie just how lovely he looks today.”

eddie groaned very loudly.

“if i tell you you’re beautiful, will you shut up and let us practice?”

eddie rolled his eyes, “i guess.”

“okay then.” jeff nodded, turing his attention fully on eddie, “munson, you look very beautiful today.”

eddie groaned and sunk further onto the floor, pulling more hair over his face.

“i think you’re very nice on the eyes.” grant snickered, “a real good looking young man.”

“i want the ground to swallow me whole.” eddie muttered, laying flat on his back like a starfish, his hair a mess over his face and his cheeks visibly bright red through the gaps.

gareth laughed so brightly. everything eddie does makes him laugh, and apart from that, jeff and grant are making this very humorous for gareth.

“go on, g.” grant said with a smirk, “give eddie a compliment. we all know he likes everything you say best.”

gareth’s insides coiled. eddie didn’t even protest that, he just flipped grant the bird again.

what could gareth say without sounding like he was desperately in love with the man?

you’re the most handsome man i’ve ever seen?

the way your hair cascades around your face reminds me of that waterfall we found when we were kids, and that was the first day i ever thought about kissing you.

your so fucking hot i just want to rip your clothes off and lick every inch of your body?

you have the softest looking lips i’ve ever seen, they alone are so fucking beautiful.

okay so they were all useless.

“come on, dude.” jeff tapped his foot, “i want to practice.”

gareth wracked his brain again.

you’re smile is my favourite thing to look at, every time i see it, i feel every worry i have drift away. i wish i could make that smile last eternity.

you’re so devastatingly pretty, it makes me want to cry.

every time i look at you i thank every god known to man, because only the highest diety could have crafted something as perfect as you.

i could stare into your eyes forever, they’re my favourite place to be.

when you look at me with that soft smile of yours, i have to stop myself from kissing you because it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

“what?” eddie poked his head up, holding a clump of hair out of his eyes, his whole face red now, along with his neck.

“what?” gareth asked, panic rising. his heart jumped into his throat because… shit. he said that last one out loud, didn’t he?

the room was dead silent.

grant turning to snicker is what started to break the tension. they all turned to him and he burst out laughing.

“uhm…” gareth muttered, licking his dry lips, his brain working on overdrive in an attempt to fix this, but nothing was working, “i was joking.”

“oh.” eddie muttered, and swallowed, and sat up cross legged, staring at gareth.

“dude!” grant groaned, “we all know you’re not joking.”

“what?” both gareth and eddie turned to him with widened eyes.

“come on.” grant scoffed, looking at eddie now, “you seriously don’t notice the way he drools at you? you wonder why he didn’t notice that goth girl looking at him last night, well it was because he was looking at you!”

“thank you so much, grant.” gareth muttered sarcastically under his breath.

“you’re welcome.” he grinned, giggling to himself.

“gare…” eddie muttered.

gareth wanted to cry.

“jesus.” jeff sighed, taking his guitar off his shoulder, “we’re never gonna practice now.”

“i’m sorry.” gareth muttered, his cheeks hot. he felt his eyes starting to sting now.

“g… a word?” eddie mumbled, jumping to his feet.

shit.

“mhm.” he nodded, following eddie out of the garage and into the hallway, where the door was shut behind them, and they were left to their lonesome in the dark, quiet hallway

eddie was standing so close.

“you want to kiss me?” eddie asked with a confused lilt, “wait, no… you think i’m beau- the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“i’m sorry!” gareth burst out, “i just, fuck!”

well, it’s now or never, he guessed.

“look, i’m sorry, okay? i know it’s weird, but i’ve liked you for years, dude. so fucking long, and it’s just been a childish crush for a while, it was deal-withable for the most part. but this last year or so… i can’t ignore it anymore!” gareth sighed, swinging his arms out dramatically like eddie often does, “you consume my every waking thought, eddie. i love you.”

he also did not mean to say that last bit.

damn it, what that fuck was in his soda?

“you love me?” eddie muttered, and he sounded almost sad as he said it.

“yeah.” gareth groaned, rubbing his eyes, “this is so embarrassing.”

“it’s not embarrassing.” eddie whispered, pulling his wrists away from his face. gareth looked up at eddie, his skin tingling where eddie’s thumbs were stroking the backs of his wrists as he smiled. that soft one, the one gareth blurted out about loving so much, “it’s not embarrassing, i promise.”

“it is.” gareth whined, tipping his head back and thumping it against the wall behind him.

“it’s not.” eddie laughed softly and stepped a little closer, “i didn’t know you felt that way, garebear.”

“well,” gareth sighed, “i do everything i can to hide my feelings… for obvious, embarrassing reasons.”

eddie probably thinks he’s so gross now. they sleep next to eachother in their underwear at least once a week! what if eddie thinks he’s some perv? shit.

“same.” eddie muttered, giggling to himself as his cheeks tinted pink again, “me too, gareth. it’s okay, i get it.”

huh?

“what do you mean… ‘same’?”

“i’ve done everything in my power, since that time we found that waterfall…” eddie grinned and shrugged, “to hide my feelings for you too.”

gareth’s heart stopped.

he genuinely thinks he might faint.

he must have been silently staring at eddie for an obscene amount of time because eddie’s brow creased (he looks so cute like that) and he grabbed gareth by the shoulders and gave him a little shake.

“earth to garebear?” eddie questioned, his tone nervous, “didn’t lose ya, did i?”

“i’m here…” gareth muttered, “just… processing. uhm… you like me?”

eddie smiled, looking so fucking pretty as he did, “i love you, actually.”

“oh.” was all he could get out, but his insides were screaming.

holy shit eddie loves him.

eddie chuckled softly and smiled, “do you think… do you think it’d be okay if i kissed you?”

“yes please.” he didn’t hesitate to answer then, reaching up to grab eddie by the collar of his shirt and pull him in.

eddie’s lips are just as soft as he thought they’d be. pillowy and perfect. he tastes sweet too, like lemonade and toothpaste and a little hint of cigarettes. eddie held gareth close, as they kissed in his hallway, his hands on his hips and pulling him in closer.

this was everything gareth has wanted for so long, he’s feeling a little giddy from it.

eddie pulled back to catch his breath, but he didn’t pull away far. their noses bumped together and they both laughed at themselves.

“i just kissed my best friend.” eddie muttered, “crazy.”

gareth smiled, “i’m so glad that goth chick was mean to you last night.”

eddie bust out laughing and shook his head at gareth, “you know what? believe it or not, i am too.”

“good.” gareth grinned and wrapped his arms over eddie’s shoulders, “i want to kiss you again.”

“me too.” eddie muttered, and leant back in.

they kissed a while longer, gareth’s fingers reaching up and sifting through eddie’s mane, his curls softer than they usually were. gareth was pressed up against the wall with eddie crouding him in, and they were getting a little desperate with it, pressing further and further into eachother.

kissing eddie was intoxicating. the best fucking thing gareth’s ever done, he thinks. he doesn’t want to ever stop.

but of course he had too, when jeff and grant pried open the door and stepped in with a camera. the bright flash made both eddie and gareth squint and look away, clinging onto eachother with the shock.

“ha ha!” grant giggled, grabbing the polaroid as it printed out, “caught in the act.”

“i wanna shake it.” jeff said, snatching the picture from grant.

gareth and eddie relaxed, awkwardly stepping away from one another with pink cheeks and unwipeable grins.

“ew…” grant muttered, leaning over jeff’s shoulder to look at what was showing up of the picture, “don’t you guys remember that bible retreat we went on in middle school? there’s no room for jesus in there!”

“oh my fucking god.” gareth groaned, walking over and snatching the picture from them. it was only half developed, but it made gareth blush more.

eddie was pressing him up against the wall, one hand on his hip and the other on the wall by gareth’s head. and gareth hadn’t even realised he lifted a leg to hook around one of eddie’s to pull him in closer.

embarrassing.

eddie tried to get a peak, but gareth snatched it away and shoved it deep in his pocket, “i’m burning this.” he’s not, it’s going under his pillow.

“aww, boo!” jeff sneered.

“you suck, gareth.” grant gave him the thumbs down.

eddie leant in very close and muttered, “please can i see?”

“later.” gareth whispered, very very embarrassed.

“okay, now that that’s out of the way-“ jeff started.

“what do you mean, ‘now that that’s out of the way’?” grant asked, very dramatically, “i’d say this is the best day of our lives, jeff.”

“and why’s that?” jeff asked with a heavy, unimpressed sigh.

“because now eddie…” he pointed at eddie, “is now with gareth, and so we don’t have to listen to him wingeing about how mean people reject him anymore.”

“oh, you’re right. horah.” jeff said, barely any excitement in his tone, “can we practice now?”

“yeah.” grant mumbled, already walking back into the garage, “come on.”

jeff followed him out.

gareth looked over to eddie nervously beside him. eddie grinned and wrapped his arm around gareth’s waist to pull him along as he walked.

“you heard em, we’ve got practice.”

gareth grinned and rolled his eyes, “you expect me to be able to concentrate now?”

eddie grinned, a mischievous one that had butterflies erupting in gareth’s stomach, “i’ll make it worth your while…”

gareth grinned and shoved eddie’s face away, “ah huh, says the guy who just had his second make out session ever.”

eddie punched his arm, “not like you’re much better.”

gareth smiled and giggled softly. he stopped at the door way, the door barely open. he turned to eddie with an inquisitive, nervous smile.

“so… does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

eddie stuck his hands in his front pockets and bounced on his toes, something he often does when nervous. gareth’s always found it adorable.

“well… do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

gareth furrowed his brow, “obviously.”

eddie chuckled and nodded his head, “then, yeah… yeah, i’m your boyfriend.”

“cool…” gareth tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t contain his giddiness, “boyfriend.”

eddie downright giggled like a lovesick schoolboy.

he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to gareths lips before pushing him back through the door.

“finally!” jeff exclaimed with a huff.

“okay, let’s make this quick, boys.” eddie said, walking over to his guitar with a grin, “i’ve got a boyfriend to make out with and i’ll wait no longer than an hour-“

“no.” grant whined, turning to gareth with a mean glare, “no! now he’s going to be insufferably gross and romantic. what have you done?”

gareth grinned and looked over to eddie, “i got myself the prettiest boyfriend anyone could ever have.”

**

i wrote this between 4.30-6.30 am when i should have been sleeping but couldn’t because am sick and can’t sleep. i had gareth & eddie brainrott and can’t find much about them on tumblr because everyone here sucks and doesn’t adore these two like i do.

anyway, please interact with this if you’re a geddie shipper (idk if that’s what they’re called - there’s not enough people on this train for me to know the common ship name, i just made this up one day) so i know where the cool people are at and so i can stalk your pages for more gareth and eddie content. thanks <3

i hope this is okay, lol, as i said. i was sleep deprived and sick and brainrotting.

don’t forget to reblog! and commentary is always appreciated and i love to respond to it <3

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GARY: I'm Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

BEBE: Shut the fuck up, this is why we kicked you out of the Hype House!

RED: I think I have some tape here…

NICHOLE: Guys, no…

NICHOLE: We aren't putting him in the trunk, and we definitely aren't taping his mouth shut!

RED: This bitch crazy, frfr

BEBE: Yeah Nichole, do you want  to hear him the whole car ride?

BEBE: The only thing worse than this is that there's no wifi

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GARY: I’m Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

RED: Yeah dead ass, I can't play any roblox out here 💀

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GARY: I’m Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

NICHOLE: Just…

NICHOLE: Just get in the car

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That's right, we'll f**k your wife! Because at Big Bill Hell's, you're f**k*d six ways from Sunday! Take a hike to Big Bill Hell's, home of challenge p***ng! That's right, challenge p***ng! How does it work? If you can piss six feet in the air straight up and not get wet, you get no down payment! Don't wait, don't delay, don't f**k with us, or we'll rip your nuts off! Only at Big Bill Hell's, the only dealer that tells you to f**k off! Hurry up, ***hole! This event ends the minute after you write us a check, and it better not bounce, or you're a dead motherf**ker! Go to hell! Big Bill Hell's Cars: Baltimore's filthiest and exclusive home of the meanest sons of bitches in the state of Maryland! Guaranteed!

GARY: I'm Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

NICHOLE: Uhm…

NICHOLE: You’re…

NICHOLE: You’re welcome???

GARY: Jones BBQ and Foot Massage, Jones BBQ and Foot Massage. You better come on down here and get some of this shit. You like to eat, America likes to eat! So why not open up somewhere America can sit down, enjoy a meal, and get their feet rubbed. We'll fry anything you want for $5.99 as long as it's friable and edible, we'll make it delicable. We will fry parts of the chicken you didn't even know were friable. The beak, the feathers, we'll fry candy bars!                                                                                                                                                                            ll      >>>>All that European stuff that you don't really normally eat, we'll bring it down and we'll fry it for you. Ask McDonald's to fry something other than what they normally fry. Guess what you're gonna get? Nothing! If it fit through the door, I'll put it in the fryer. Hell, this is a dinosaur! All our meats are gently tenderized to their optimum deliciousness. We got fine dinosaur meat. Took my money, made me pay child support! Come on down here and get you a slice! Once they get your social security number, it's over! Motivated, Motivated, Motivated, Motivated! So friends, let's just decide you don't want no barbecue, well that's fine too.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       >>>Why not let one of my foot specialists or myself perform my magic? Look at that, don't that look wonderful? If you really pay me enough, we'll massage your feet in any of these sauces also. Success is the rule down here at Jones Good Ass BBQ and Foot Massage. So go ahead and give me a call or find us online, on the world wide internets at the new website. That's, J O N E S BIG ASS truck rental and storage,  dot com, backslash, Jones GOOD ASS bbq and foot massage, dot, html. Excuse me, did you call number 52? Did you hear me call number 52?!

GARY: I’m Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

BEBE: O…. kayyyyyy

BEBE: Slay I guess?

RED: Nahhh, not the FNAF character talking 💀

WENDY: Just…

WENDY: Nobody….

WENDY: SAY

WENDY: Anything…

WENDY: ...

NICHOLE: ...

EVERYONE IN THE CAR: ….

BEBE: Nichole, this is all your fault

NICHOLE: WH???

(Edits and GIF done by @cattpup5 (mod Jello) )

[lumenflowered]

Pelipper mail! A nightmare that isn't yours. For its original dreamer, it was always painfully reoccurring, especially in her youth.

Your duty, your burden, feels too big for your own body. You are nine years old again, with the weight of the world lying right on top of your shoulders, again, without even the decency to wait till you grow a little older, a little stronger, so that maybe everything won't seem so bad through a grown-up's eyes.

"Hello, Princess Zelda!"

You snap out of your daze and look up at the voice's owner— a boy of nobility, accompanied by five or six of his peers. The duke's boy. You know his name is Imos, and he is eleven years old.

"Lovely weather today, isn't it?" Imos says loftily. "But it might rain."

Your face does not shift, and you level a blank gaze with him. "And?"

"Perhaps you ought to return to your study and… what was it? Awaken that sacred power that's going to save us all from certain doom?" The other boys and girls hide shrill giggles behind their hands. You don't mean to curl your fist (it is very unbecoming, after all), but then your nails dig into your palms anyway.

"Look at her," the baron's son shouts with glee. "She couldn't tell a cucco apart from a heron if she tried."

That embarrassing memory floods your mind and your face goes a bit pink.

The count's daughter waves him down. "Oh, spare her! She fails at everything, even the bare minimum!"

"Did you hear she was caught sneaking into the library by her father?"

"Did you hear she got sick from her last fountain trip 'cause the Goddess thinks she's so stupid?"

"Did you hear that his Majesty confiscated all her books because she couldn't stop reading them?"

"Eugh, what kind of princess likes to read so much?"

"Only lunatics with thick-wired spectacles do that!"

"Did you hear that in the past three years, she's done nothing at all?"

"Yeah, except become a booky freak!"

On and on the children go and erupt into high-pitched laughter, and rage and shame constricts around your throat— the kind of tightness that makes you want to explode into a million little pieces and somehow still scream at the same time. The kind that makes you want to disappear and not come back.

Tears prick at your burning eyes and you are just about to think, you are not going to cry in front of—

"Hey, your Highness," Imos says in a mocking tone, and he walks up to you, but his smile falls into a serious frown. "It's been however long and you don't exactly have forever to save all our asses. So you need to toughen up. Otherwise…" He shrugs, stepping back to rejoin his friends. "We'll see you on the other side of hell."

You feel your heart twist as they whoop and jeer. "Aww, look! Is the little princess gonna cryyyy?" the captain's son taunts. "Does the little princess want her muuum?"

The other children actually stop and gasp, and he clamps his mouth shut with a slightly guilty look. Before they all burst out laughing, again. Endless nightmare. Blurry, leering faces you cannot discern. Endless, endless laughter.

"Are you going to cry for your mum, Zelda?"

"Put a little doggy treat that says 'Queen of Hyrule' on a stick so Zelda will jump after it like a pet!"

"Mother won't save you now, princess!"

"And your daddy thinks you're a failure!"

You can't stop the tears. You can't stop. And then you're curled on the ground gasping for air like a dying fish and crying for your father who would never come for a failure like you and you just want someone to hear you and to just hold you and it won't stop it won't stop it won't

"I just want my mother," you wail, and their laughter sounds like screaming. "I just…"

and pain will never fucking stop, least of all for you

That i s...

...Children do always know how to be the cruelest. Those of nobility especially; they had many examples to learn from, after all. I suppose that does not vary as much as I thought (or perhaps hoped) it did between worlds.

Zelda, if you happen to be reading this, I am sorry you had to deal with anything approaching... this.

(Urbosa or Link, if you happen to be reading this, would you mind giving Zelda a hug for me?)