#((Slater is.. a little nervous but he's getting there!))

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I’ve never drawn them side by side before.. The Heart is like only a little bit taller than Slater, and even then, you have to wonder if its because of how his cowlick is angled..

[ash5monster01]

Hi, can I request cuddling and falling asleep with Randall pink Floyd?❤️🖤

Only Comfort

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, insomnia, anxiety, mentions of drugs/alcohol, friends to lovers

Summary: It’s not unknown to your friends that you struggle to sleep, insomnia being your biggest curse and the number one reason you’re the most fun to party with. Yet one night spent with Pink you discover he just might be the key to getting some rest.

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Masterlist

You couldn’t believe it. It was your senior year, a Friday night, but suddenly all your friends were too tired to party. As much as you understood where they were coming from, how you all had been doing the same thing every weekend, a part of you still wished they’d agree to go out. Mainly because it was the only time your nights weren’t so lonely. Sleep never coming to you in the late hours and emptiness filling the void. Weekends with nights that never ended was where you thrived so the idea of a Friday night spent home alone was the worst form of torture to you. A nightmare to be exact.

Pink doesn’t miss the panic on your face, how an anxious hand reaches to pick at the rips in your jeans. You’re uneasy all because no one felt like hanging out tonight. He knew you struggled with sleep, pretty much everyone did, considering that even when they got tired you were still ready to go. He just didn’t know it bothered you so much, made you this nervous to not be surrounded by a little life. So he jumps to attention before you spiral too hard.

“I’ll hang out with you, we can let these guys get their beauty sleep” Pink says, hand clasping over your shoulder and he can feel how you immediately relax at his recovery. You offer him a thankful smile and Pink decides it’s worth it to lose a little more sleep.

That’s how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Pinks El Camino after football practice. His hair was still damp from the locker room shower but he looked so soft in this light. The sun setting and caressing his golden skin. It was no surprise all the girls fell for a boy like Pink. Kind, handsome, charming, he checked all the boxes. Thing was, with everyone taking a break from partying, not a single soul was out tonight. Not even Wooderson had made an appearance and it almost made you double check if it was a full moon. The entire earth off its axis, something had to be explanatory for the quiet weekend.

“We can just go to my place and watch a movie?” Pink offers as you pass the Emporium for a third time just to see there was still only two cars in the parking lot.

“You sure?” you question, not wanting to feel like you’re overstepping but Pink just flashes a smile, chuckling lightly.

“Yeah, why not. Apparently we don’t have anything better to do” he says and you can’t help the wide smile that crosses your face as he pulls into the Top Notch for supplies.

You make it back to Pinks house in no time, juggling some milkshakes, fries, onion rings, and whatever other grease filled food you could get your hands on. It wasn’t your first time at Pinks before, having done the long trek up to the attic space that had become his own. The room is in a slight disarray but you don’t mind as you move to set the food on the small trunk used as a coffee table in front of his couch. There was something homey about it, how everything here had been passed down and worn in. Patches covering old holes in the couch and blankets tucked around cushions Slater had accidentally burned. His bed covered in a homemade quilt and mismatching pillows. It was Pink, in the simplest terms, and no other way to describe it.

“Any particular movie in mind?” he asks, clicking on the small television set, an old T-shirt hanging off the side. You smile around a bite of french fry as you slip off your shoes and begin to settle in.

“Not at all, something good” you tell him and he laughs before grabbing a VHS of American Graffiti and popping it into the TV. It’s not long until the boy has joined your side, the couch dipping you into him with the added weight. You accept it and settle in as the tape begins to play.

In no time, majority of the food has disappeared, and you’ve both been sucked into the movie. You lasted only ten minutes before wrapping a blanket around your form and maybe thirty before you rested your head against Pinks shoulder. He doesn’t mind, actually quite content with the situation he’s found himself in. He doesn’t question any of it but after the better part of an hour you’ve rolled against him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight, which makes him freeze. Dropping his eye-line he spots your closed eyelids, the soft breaths falling softly out in an even pace. You’re asleep and the idea makes him freeze because you never sleep. Not once in front of him at least, and he’s spent over 48 hours with you before.

The movie had been over for twenty minutes but Pink doesn’t dare move a muscle, knowing how much you need this, even if you hadn’t meant to curl against him. So slowly and carefully he begins to adjust you both on the couch. Turning to lay back against the cushions and lower you down with his chest. Once you’re tucked safely between him and the back of the couch, he pulls the blanket over you both, the wrapping his arms around your form and getting comfortable against your side. Allowing sleep to overcome him as well.

When you wake the next morning you’re more than confused, having not remembered falling asleep last night. It had been a long time since you felt so rested, so blissful, and so delirious. The room you open your eyes to is not your own, and the pillow beneath you is not a pillow but instead rises and falls with a breath. Eyes darting upward you find Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd evenly breathing and dreaming away, soft golden sunlight framing his face that peaks through the sides of his mismatch curtains. It’s then you feel the firm grip he has around you and realize your own. You must’ve fallen asleep during the movie but what was more unsettling about the predicament you were in, was how easily you had.

Breaking your thoughts, Pink lets out a soft groan, shifting in his sleep and rolling into you. You freeze as he snuggles closer, knee nudging between your own and tangling you whole. It’s then you realize you had only fallen asleep due to how comfortable you had been. Pink and this room had offered you something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The idea nearly brings tears to your eyes because he made you feel safe. Safe enough to fall asleep here and feel protected. He allowed you to get some real rest that you desperately needed, wanted more than anything. As you look at the long lashes that graze his cheekbones and his soft pink lips, your heart swoons. Pink was worshipped by every girl but in this moment you swear you love him. So you hug him close before kissing his cheek, soft yet firm.

When he doesn’t wake you kiss his other cheek before peppering him in kisses anywhere you can. Forehead, eye lids, chin, nose, and when your lips finally grace the corner of his own his eyes slowly flutter open. You watch as he processes the sight in front of him, you in his arms, and kissing his face. A dramatic turn around from the friendly and teasing relationship you had shared before this. “Hi”

“Morning Pink” you reply, hoping he doesn’t move from his hold on you. If you could stay like this forever now you would, sleeping right here peacefully in his arms.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, a small crease forming between his brows as he realizes he has no idea why you’d be kissing him the way you were.

“Yeah, I just wanted to say thank you” you say, throat already tightening as you use your hand to push some hair away from his face. That way he was easier to see.

“Thank you for what?” he questions, trying not to shiver from your touch. Mind reeling in how soft and warm you were against him. How beautiful you looked in the morning.

“I haven’t slept through a whole night in a very long time. It’s the one thing in life that makes me the most uneasy. So thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to finally sleep” tears fill your eyes and Pink notices, one slipping out and over the bridge of your nose due to your shared horizontal position. Quickly he reaches to brush them away before hugging you close.

“Of course, yes of course. Anytime” he mutters into your hair and you smile through your tears, feeling so much adoration and love for the boy beside you.

“I can leave though, I understand that I’ve probably overstayed my welcome” you say, beginning to lift yourself from between him and the couch but his hold tightens on you. Dragging you down and close.

“You have not overstayed, in fact you can’t leave until you tell me what all that kissing was about” he states and you blush cherry red, having realized that your joy for him had prompted some spontaneous action.

“I was just excited that I slept through a whole night. It was a thank you” you answer, unable to look him in the eye and he snorts.

“Really, that’s it?” and you groan, the blush darkening as you drop your head to his chest.

“Fine, I may or may not have been a little charmed by you. Couldn’t help myself” you offer and Pink chuckles, hand tucking under you to lift your chin. You allow him to pull your gaze back into his eye-line.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more thank you’s” he whispers, lips close to your own and you gulp nervously. Feeling that magnetic pull and the thrumming of your heart that beat just for him in this moment.

When you’re sure you’ll combust you finally press your lips against his own, hands tangling in the chocolate strands of his signature hair, holding him close. Pink kisses back just as eagerly, unknowingly nudging his knee up more between your legs. His kiss is everything you imagined and when his tongue grazed along the seam of your lips you allow him entrance. Whining softly at the taste of him and how his tongue meets your own. He kisses you hungrily, desperately, wanting nothing more than to keep kissing you. In this moment you wish to keep him, not just for the comfort of sleep but for everything in between and after. You never want to stop thanking him.

“How was that for thank you?” you ask when you pull away for air and his grins, lips swollen and red from your own. He’s even prettier than before and when he tucks your hair behind your ear you know he’s meant to be yours.

“I don’t know, maybe we should try again” and you snort in laughter, hitting his chest lightly, but he draws you near again. When his lips brush against your own you stop fighting him and allow him back into a kiss.

Perfectly content with kissing him all day and sleeping in his arms all night.

[nexumsims]

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S1 E9: “SINK OR SWIM"

Laila first day at the prestigious MYSH is a trial by fire. Greeted by the blunt receptionist Kendall, she’s warned about the high expectations and unyielding demands of Miranda Slater, the company’s ruthless CEO. After a brief pep talk from Kwame, Laila faces Miranda, who makes it clear that her last name won’t protect her—only her talent will and that at MYSH , only the strongest survive.

*Series Synopsis [New episodes every Mon. and Wed.]

Note: I lost the original save file again :( hence the delay. I was able to restart everything in a clean save and tweaked Laila design. Laila and Brook also moved into a bigger house-stay tuned for the tour! Miranda Slater is a combo name borrowed from Miranda Priestly (Devil Wears Prada) and Wilhelmina Slater (Ugly Betty)

A/N Transcript ↓

[Kendall (receptionist)] (sigh) God, how is it only 9am? I’m so hung over

[Laila]: Umm..hi. I’m looking for Miranda Slater’s office

[Kendall]: Oh yes, Ms. Blackwell right? Welcome to MYSH. We’ve been expecting you. Let me just pull up your profile

[Laila]: Yep! Thanks, I’m excited albeit a bit nervous

[Kendall]: That’s to be expected. One of our fashion editors, Kwame will be out to escort you. Go to elevator bank “B”, he’ll be out shortly. He’s in a meeting at the moment

[Laila]: Okay, thank you for your help

[Kendall]: Ms. Blackwell, word of warning, Miranda Slater doesn’t make exceptions and doesn’t repeat herself. You either sink or swim at MYSH

[Laila]: Noted. I’ll keep that in mind

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[Kwame] : (into the phone) Yeah, no, I’ve got those color samples you requested--just need to tweak the green to match the mood board. Actaully hold on Jade, I’m getting another call

[Kwame]: Kendall, what’s up?

[Kendall ] (V.O.): Kwame, the new hire is here. She’s in the lobby near elevator bank “B”

[Kwame]: Ah, okay. Got it. I’ll be over in a minute

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TEXT Nico: You got this. I’m cheering for you! Good luck, babe. ❤️ Laila: Nerves on a 100% ngl but I’m going to power through 😅 Nico: They don’t get to decide your worth. Don’t forget that

[Kwame]: Kwame Akah. Pattern maker, colorist, lead designer for the Fall 2024 collection. Sorry for the wait.

[Laila]: Laila Blackwell. New Fashion Textilist. It’s nice to meet you.

[Kwame]: Blackwell? Wait a minute...Blackwell Enterprises? Any relation?

[Laila]: (awkward) Yep...Sean Blackwell’s my dad

[Kwame]: Well, that just bumped you up to second-coolest person in the building—after me, of course

[Laila]: Of course (laughs)

[Kwame]: Look, I know Kendall out there probably gave you the full initiation—she’s got a thing for scaring the new blood—but we’re good people here, mostly. Miranda… well, she’s a character, but you'll figure her out. In time, you'll read her mood like a traffic light.

[Laila]: Not gonna lie, I was freaking out a little. Everything here is so... grand. It’s a lot to take in

[Kwame]: Yeah, MYSH has a way of making everything feel ten times bigger than it actually is. But hey, remember this—MYSH only hires the best. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t top tier.

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[Kwame]: Her office is down there to the right. Just... breathe. Miranda doesn’t bite—before her latte, that is

[Laila]: Right, right. Got it

[Kwame]: And if you need a lifeline, you know where to find me. Welcome to MYSH.

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[Miranda]: (on Zoom) No, I don’t care that it’s a “technical issue” Janet. If the website down during a fashion week launch we’ll lose half of our clientele. Get it fixed now

[Miranda]: Who ever is knocking incessantly, come in

[Laila]: Ms. Slater. Laila Blackwell. I’m—

[Miranda]: I know who you are. Have a seat

[Laila]: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Slater

[Miranda]: Let’s keep it simple. Miranda is fine. You’re the new associate designer, yes?

[Laila]: Yes, I’m in the textiles and fabric department

[Miranda]: Good. We don’t need slackers here. This is MYSH. We move fast. We demand excellence. And we don’t make exceptions.

[Laila]: Of course, Ms. Slater—sorry, Miranda

[Miranda]: Kwame, who I see you’ve already met, will get you situated. If you’re still standing after a week, I’ll know you have what it takes.

[Miranda]: And Laila... if you ever think for a moment that MYSH is just a stepping stone for you, let me be clear: it’s not. We are a world-renowned fashion house, not some second-rate tabloid, and I expect you to hold yourself to that standard. The Blackwell name will only take you so far

[Miranda]: Understood?

[Laila]: Understood.

[Miranda]: You’re dismissed. Kwame will show you where your desk is

[antihibikase2]

“Ready?”

From across the field, Slater holds a Pokeball close to his chest. Steadying his cold breaths, he flashes a nervous smile to his partner- who now serves as his opponent, his teacher in the art of battle.

“Please be nice.”

“Don’t worry,”

His glasses shone under the summer sun, a hint of mischief in his tone. 

He knew Slater would get upset if he held back- and Slater, as much of a liar as he was, would poorly hide how a loss affected him, with flushed cheeks and a thinly-veiled lie.

Regardless of how this battle would end, Descante would get what he wanted- but, realistically, he felt that the battle would go in his favor.

“I’m very nice.”

“Scary.”

[ Battle! Vs. Slater ]

They sent out a pair of mirror images- Descante’s Tornadus against Slater’s own.

Through the mighty roars of the beasts and the howling beasts, it’s unknown to any spectator whose voice resounds.

“Knock off!”

“U-Turn!”

The same two commands are repeated twice for each trainer; and as soon as they appear, the soon they pivot out of the field.

Taking his Tornadus’ place, Slater’s Rotom whirls out of its Pokeball and into the battle, leaving a trail of static and droplets of water. 

“Washy! Hydro Pump!”

A swirl of sand forms around Descante as he calls out his next Pokemon. 

“Hippowdon! Stealth Rock!”

After one Hydro Pump follows another in quick succession- and Descante’s Hippowdon is out of commission.

He flicks his glasses, adjusting them to his face. “Wait- how do I,” He holds onto his headphones, still clinging on the side of his head. “How do I deal with Rotom-?”

“I don’t know!” Slater cries in a panic, holding his cardigan around himself in the midst of a sandstorm. “You picked this team for me!”

“Oh, I did,”

He grabs onto the next Pokeball in his belt, sending out his Stoutland, undeterred by the weather conditions.

“Washy, come back!”

“Stoutland, Return!”

“Bunny, go-!”

She doesn’t get a chance to Mega Evolve, either. Mimicking her trainer’s panic, Bunny is caught off guard as Stoutland rams into her, sending her flying and crashing against the walls.

Stoutland shakes its head from the impact, a silly little smile plastered on his face as the other Pokemon is recalled.

Descante is barely able to hold back an amused smirk. It was adorable to see both Slater and his Lopunny flustered. “Well, Doggy fell in love it seems. I would have too.”

“That’s not funny!” Slater squeaked out, cheeks flushed red as he sent Tornadus to the field. “I panicked!”

“You did. And it seems you’re still quite nervous,” 

Stoutland shakes off whatever lingering thoughts it had about Slater’s Lopunny, ramming into the legendary without much of an effort. Amusingly, it’s blown into the spot just next to where Bunny left a dent- this time leaving a hole.

“Lesson number one, angel- always keep your cool.”

Holding the side of his face with one hand and a Pokeball in the other, Slater murmured. “Easy for you to say. All this, and you still have time to be cool- mentally and physically."

“You flatter me.”

In his flustered state, he sends out a Pokemon befitting the situation. 

Magearna twirls into the field as the sandstorm subsides, its rabbit-like ears clicking like the antennae of a bug-Pokemon. Perhaps it was trying to calm its trainer.

“Stoutland, go.”

“Let’s, um,” Slater pats his own face, trying to steady himself. “Okay, let’s see where my luck takes me now. Um, Focus Blast-!”

It withstands the attack, pointed feed skidding through the soil and leaving a trail on the grass. 

Before Stoutland can retreat to its position, the cannon in front of its face fully charges- and Stoutland is blown away, just as it had with Slater’s other two Pokemon.

This does little to deter Descante- his angel, thankfully, was lucky. The last thing he wanted was a one-sided beatdown.

“Good, good,” He takes another Pokeball. “I suppose you can make up for inexperience with faith.”

“It’s all I have, you know.”

Tornadus is once again sent out on the field.

“Heat Wave!”

In a show of irony, Descante’s attack misses.

In the split second he was utterly dumbfounded by the comedic timing of it all, Slater pointed his finger at the Tornadus. “Dolly, Ice Beam!”

A thin laser of ice blows through the field, striking the heart of Tornadus.

He sees Slater smiling a little behind his sleeve-clad hand.

“..faith, huh?”

“That-” He adjusts his glasses again, trying to hide his own embarrassed expression with his hair. “That was a cruel joke.”

“Now that’s funny.”

A Beast Ball is sent out next- he had gotten Slater “acquainted” with the Ultra Beasts much earlier on, so as to not completely overwhelm him with their presence in their battle.

But perhaps, that was a mistake on Descante's part as well.

“Earthquake!”

He had expected the piercing rocks to instantly one-shot the automaton- but, holding onto a single glimmer of hope, Magearna persisted, its cannon ready once more.

“Volt Switch!”

With that, Slater takes down three of Descante’s Pokemon in a row- at the cost of Soul-Heart being reset.

Slater’s own Hippowdon emerges, setting up the Sandstorm once more.

“Remain focused,”

Was it to himself, or to Slater? It didn’t matter.

“I can still win.”

Toxapex takes the stage, a little creature many in Descante’s college were fond of, despite its cruelty to Corsola. 

“Stealth Rock!”

Predictable!

“Toxic! Then Scald!”

Toxapex hurls a purple pile of sludge at Hippowdon, immediately followed by a burst of boiling water. 

“Whirlwind!”

Finally, Descante’s last Pokemon was forcefully sent to the field. 

Another angel just like the one standing across the field, Nihilego.

Descante raises an eyebrow. 

“Sludge Wave.”

Resisted, as expected. But with the buildup of Toxic, and another Sludge Wave, Hippowdon would be no more- and both Nihilego and Toxapex could make do with the rest of Slater’s party.

That was the plan.

Until-

“Earthquake!”

Wait!

And unlike Slater’s Magearna, Nihilego faints in an instance, its body nearly shattering into a thousand pieces of glass.

Droplets of venom splatter on the field, nearly brushing against Descante’s cheek.

Wide-eyed and mouth agape, Descante could not help but raise his voice in wonder at the sight of Slater, who seemed to have realized something.

Victory was in his grasp.

“Your Hippowdon-” He sputters. “It runs Earthquake?”

“Um, yes-”

“Why?!”

“It-” Slater waves his hands around. “Um, I had a battle before, it was against a Clefable- long story short, she didn’t have any attacking moves and all Clefable did was stall, so-”

In the midst of his amazement, Toxapex returns to the field, his last Pokemon standing.

“Baneful Bunker.”

The next Earthquake that Slater hastily commands doesn’t hit.

He knew he was going to repeat that action- and by that next turn, Hippowdon would succumb to the effects of Toxic.

Still, he had three remaining, one of which was-

“Earthquake, your last one!"

“Recover!”

Hippowdon’s last hurrah barely left an impact. His Rotom once again appears, but just as Descante plans his next move-

“Volt Switch!”

“Toxic!”

“Dolly!”

Steel was immune to Toxic- but Magearna faints upon arrival, courtesy of the rocks Descante had set up earlier. Toxapex’s attack fails, and it whines over the feeling of leftover static dancing around its body.

Rotom appears once more, and after two turns of Baneful Bunker, another Volt Switch lands, to be followed by a Recover.

When Slater sends his last Pokemon, Descante couldn’t help but stare.

Big eyed and sweet like a tart apple, with two small wings fluttering on its back- Victini looked just like Slater as much as Lopunny and Magearna had; but Descante supposed that should have been obvious, given that he had themed Slater’s current party over Pokemon he would love.

And Pokemon that resembled him, but neither Slater nor NEO PRO needed to know that.

“Baneful Bun-”

The shimmering crystal in Victini’s hands glows, floating out of its hand and shining a heavenly light down upon it and its trainer.

The Z-Ring Slater had borrowed started to glow in tandem with the crystal, and, with a flustered expression, he strikes a pose.

“Z-Celebrate!”

Oh no.

The wrath of two angels descends upon him and his Toxapex as Slater’s finger, directed at the both of them, points downwards.

“Stored Power!”

…

Laying on the grass, covered in a mix of poison and sand, Slater fusses over Descante with an apologetic expression.

“I, ah-”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I’m sorry, I had Hippowdon’s moveset changed a while back, please don’t be mad-”

“Angel, you didn’t tell me how much you improved!”

He’s caught off guard when Descante suddenly stands up, lifting him off the grass and twirling him around in an uncharacteristic public display of affection.

“Oof, Descante-”

“You were training so hard all this time-” 

Admittedly, he would have thrown the match if he was overwhelming Slater, but-

“-and it really paid off. I’m so proud of you.”

The other’s eyes lit up. “..you are?”

“Absolutely. I- you’re really good, you should train with me, and-”

He was cut off by the beeping of Slater’s Xtransceiver- a notification to remind him to prepare dinner.

“..let’s do that tomorrow,” Descante cuts himself off with a smile, rare and fond; something he reserved only for Slater. “How about we go out for dinner tonight? As a treat for you.”

Slater’s ears perked up at the sound of a reward.

“We can, ah,”

Slater immediately thinks of his options, barely able to conceal his excitement.

“Take the subway to Black City. A little further down there, we can eat at that seafood place in Undella I keep telling you about, if it’s okay?”

From behind him, the only Pokemon that wasn’t a rental, Bunny, chirps in agreement. Her fur slightly tousled, body still vibrating with the adrenaline from earlier-  she was exactly like Slater in every way.

Though Slater was the one getting rewarded, Descante found a prize of his own in that pleasant smile.

Anything for his angel- as long as he was happy, Descante was happy too, whether he won or loss didn't matter.

“Sounds good.”

[whatwedointhecraft]

I can't help but wonder how any of your cast would react to any of mine...

So I suppose pick your favorite and see how they handle an interaction with Ryder? :D

Ryder, Meet Gordon

Gordon had seen anthropomorphic animals before, but only on a TV screen. He knew the universe was an interesting and unique place, because he’d crossed over into other people’s worlds before. But he didn’t realise he’d be coming into a world of anthropomorphic animals, walking like humans, like he couldn’t believe his eyes. And he looked normal. He was a normal human, in his normal body. In a slightly different world.

He’d received co-ordinates and a place and a time and was told he’d be meeting someone named Ryder. Gordon didn’t know what he looked like, there was no photo, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. This Earth, this planet Gordon seemed to be on seemed to be just like his world - identical in every way. It felt like home…though he knew it wasn’t. People began to stop and stare at him, like they knew he was the odd one out. He didn’t really belong here. At least, that’s the impression he was getting.

Wolves, Tigers and other animals passed him by and Gordon wondered if there was a spell or something that could turn him into one of these animals, so he’d be able to fit in more and he wasn’t the odd one out. He’d have to ask around, or find one of his witch friends like Layla Slater back in his world to help him out. The trees were large and normal looking, but they seemed small against the backdrop of the world and the buildings being a lot bigger to accommodate the animals and the different heights and other attributes like that.

And then, Gordon laid eyes upon a goofy Wolf that seem to love to throw his strength around, who seemed friendly enough but holy hell, was he bigger than every other wolf that had been walking by. He absolutely towered over everyone else and Gordon realised he was definitely over seven foot tall. In fact, Ryder as it was clear as day to everyone else who this was, is seven feet and four inches tall, with light blue-grey fur and amber orange eyes. His fur is solid colour, with no notable markings. He is particularly muscular, though mostly lean muscle with little excessive muscle mass.

It became quickly apparent to Gordon that this was not like his Earth at all. He was far from Nottingham and he didn’t know where to even start or what to think or what to do. He realised he was shaking a little bit as he approached the bigger wolf.

“Are you Ryder? My name is Gordon Lawson, I was meant to meet you here.” Gordon began to ramble, running a hand through his hair. He’d never been so worried and nervous in his life. “You’re Gordon?” Ryder laughed and wrapped him into a almost-bear hug. “Come with me and you’ll see a world beyond your imagination.” Gordon looked at Ryder like he was Gene Wilder in Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory and let himself be ushered into a cafe by Ryder, grabbing a few drinks and stuff and laying the low down on the world and where he was. “I thought when I came to this world, I’d be like you..an animal. But I’m not. Why?” Gordon found himself asking Ryder. “Because you’re not born of this world. You ever seen James Cameron’s Avatar? Its kinda like that. You need to be born here, or… we can make you one. If you so choose. But you’re fine, if anyone says anything I’ll deal with them.” Ryder says so easily and casually. There was something so different about this world, something is so intriguing to Gordon that he wants to explore the world on his own. But he was here on a mission. “What was I summoned here for?” Gordon asks Ryder, his voice softly. “Well, about that…” Ryder chuckled. “There’s a guy claiming to be you, and he’s trying to cause damage.”

Gordon groaned, head slipping into his hands.

[s3ren-draws]

Happy Valentine’s Day!! Drew these two babs in honor<3

Read below for the drabble I wrote along with it!! (Ella belongs to @/KoriAnelise on DA)

When Robin had called Nightowl that night, a small part of her became giddy with the hope of him asking her out. They’d been playing the will-they-won’t-they game for years now. The whole Team had a running bet on who was going to be the first to ask the other out!

Instead, he called her to ask if she could help patrol Gotham that night since Batman was going on “a hot date”. Nightowl was secretly a little disappointed, to say the least. She accepted nonetheless, reasoning that a night spent with Robin, even if fighting crime in the most crime-riddled city in America was not the most romantic activity in the world, was still a night that got him all to herself.

Nightowl took her time getting into her costume, careful to braid her hair neatly. She even took the time to dust her eyes with a nice shimmery eye shadow and mascara.

Bzzz!

She looked down at her phone, a text from Ella popping up.

Ella: Nervous for your date with Rob?

Nightowl chuckled. She’d hardly call this a date, no matter how badly she wished it was. She was simply helping a friend in need. Nothing more, nothing less.

Nightowl: Cause going on patrol in Gotham City is romantic.

Nightowl headed to a zeta-tube, satisfied with her appearance after a quick once-over in the mirror.

Ella: I wouldn’t call it romantic but you two can’t seem to take a break from superheroing so I think it counts :P

Nightowl rolled her eyes as she stepped out of a telephone booth. A quick check showed no baddies hiding in the shadows of the alley.

Nightowl: I’m in Gotham now.

Ella: Give me ALL the details in the morning ;)

Nightowl pocketed her phone and started to scale one of the buildings in the alleyway. Robin had told her to meet him off the corner of Main Street by 11pm. She had about ten minutes to run down four blocks. Not her best moment in time management, but she’ll manage.

The skyline of Gotham City was very different from Slater City. While the gothic architecture was gorgeous, it was obscured by smog and clouds that seemed to be a permanent fixture of the city. Despite the pretty architecture, the buildings seemed to be in varying stages of disrepair. And unlike Slater City, the streets were rather quiet even though it was Valentine’s Day. She didn’t know whether she should be grateful for the quietness or concerned crime has driven people into an unspoken curfew.

She made good time, managing to get to her rendezvous a minute early. However, Robin was nowhere to be found. Nightowl found herself a wall to lean against, resigned to wait for the Boy Wonder.

“Hey, Nighty!”

Nightowl practically jumped out of her skin at the voice. She turned and found Robin standing a few feet away, a stupid grin on his face.

“Glad you finally showed up. I was beginning to think you ditched,” Nightowl lightly accused, trying her best to slow her heart rate down to a more normal rhythm. She pushed herself off her wall and closed the distance to Robin, leaving just enough room to be somewhat respectable. Despite their little game that toed the tightrope they’d been walking on for the last couple years; she didn’t want to cross a line that may upset their balancing act.

“Me? Ditch you? Never!” Robin exclaimed, placing a hand to his chest in feigned innocence. Nightowl simply raised an eyebrow in response. She’d be rich if she was paid for every time Robin disappeared on a mission.

“So, what’s the plan?” Nightowl asked.

“Well, I was thinking we could tag-team the streets,” Robin says, pulling up a holographic map of Gotham City. “Usually, Valentine’s Day is pretty quiet here. Guess even villains take time to be with their partners.”

“Hmm, Slater City is similar,” Nightowl hums, peering over to get a better look at the map. “Although, the streets are usually a bit busier.”

“Heh, walking the streets at night is asking for trouble,” Robin said, shaking his head slightly. He gives a rundown of his plan to Nightowl before the two take off to patrol the streets.

They did a short once over of the Southside of Gotham before focusing most of their energy in the Northside, specifically Crime Alley. While there were no big baddies to face off, the occasional mugging, assault, or drug deal still took place in the darkest of shadows. The two made quick work of each thug, occasionally taking a break to escort an unlucky victim back home. It wasn’t long before Robin called it a night.

The two sat side by side on the ledge of a building, neither speaking. Nightowl was acutely aware of how close they were sitting. Only a few inches separated them. And that was after Robin scooted closer. It made her a bit jittery. Was this all in her head?

Nightowl took the time to reflect on the night. All in all, it was patrol. A few brushes of the hands with Robin here and there, but they were innocent touches. Necessary. Unavoidable, even.

Robin sighed next to her and Nightowl took the opportunity to sneak a glance at him. He looked rather handsome with his tousled hair. He turned his head when he realized he was being watched, managing to catch her gaze before she could turn away. Nightowl blushed furiously at being caught, the redness getting worse when Robin grinned.

“Like the view?” Robin asked, running a hand through his hair.

Nightowl couldn’t respond, too tonguetied to form any words. It wouldn’t matter anyway; her brain was racing a million miles an hour and any words that came out of her mouth would just be a jumble of thoughts.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Robin said, scooting even closer to her. If Nightowl shifted some, she’d bump into his arm. She kept her face strictly facing the street below, finding the occasional cars speeding down very entertaining at the moment. “You wanna dance with me?”

The offer had Nightowl snapping her head toward Robin. The motion caused her to bump into him a bit.

“You wanna dance?” Nightowl asked, making sure she heard him correctly. A swarm of butterflies seemed to fly around in her stomach.

“Yeah, Nighty. I wanna dance. With you,” Robin repeated, making sure she heard exactly what he wanted.

“Uhh, no thanks,” Nightowl said, her answer rather unconvincing.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked.

“There's no music,” Nightowl replied dumbly. She wasn’t even sure why she didn’t say yes. This was exactly what she wanted, but she couldn’t help but feel some apprehension.

“We don’t need music,” Robin said, giving her a reassuring smile. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but are you sure?”

Nightowl stared at Robin, eyes tracing his face in search of any false intention. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t find any.

“This is your last chance,” Robin said in a sing-song voice.

“Ok,” Nightowl breathed.

Robin stood up and offered her his hand. She took it after a moment, being pulled to her feet. Robin guided her to the center of the rooftop, glancing at her one last time before slowly putting his other hand on her waist. She placed her hand over his arm, a little unsure of the placement.

They started out just swaying a bit, getting used to the new closeness to each other. After a minute, Robin led them through a slow waltz pattern.

Nightowl, despite her inexperience in dancing, felt pretty confident in her steps. She did step on Robin’s toes a few times (apologizing profusely each time she did) but quickly found a steady rhythm alongside him.

The two danced across the moonlight, steps guided by the dim moonlight that shone down on them. Nightowl shifted ever so slightly and closed the distance Robin had left between them, holding onto him tightly. His already-big grin seemed to stretch even wider, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.

“This is nice,” Nightowl said after a while, laying her head against Robin’s shoulder. She felt the vibrations as he hummed in agreement.

Their dancing soon slowed to a stop but neither one of them made a move to separate. The air buzzed with an electric feeling that had Nightowl’s heart skipping a few beats. Despite Robin’s eyes covered by his domino mask, the way he looked at her made her heart melt. It was so soft and full of love.

“Can I kiss you?” Robin asked, seeming surprised by the question himself.

Nightowl froze for a beat before taking her mask off.

“Of course.”

Nightowl leaned on her toes and pressed her lips to his first, offering a quick peck. She smiled at him coyly, giggling a bit at his surprised, almost lovesick, face. Robin gathered himself quickly and leaned down for another kiss.

This one was longer, deeper. Nightowl moved her arms to wrap around his neck, hands carding through Robin’s hair. His lips were soft against her own, a slight smile on his lips. Robin’s own arms both moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him, leaning her back ever-so-slightly.

The kiss ended too soon as Robin pulled back, smiling down at her.

“It’s getting late,” Robin whispered, looking toward the horizon.

He was right. The night had passed, and the sky was lightening with the sun rising. Nightowl was almost disappointed, but she knew he was right. She could even feel her body asking for sleep despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins from the kiss.

But every moment has to end, right?

She only hoped this wasn’t a onetime thing.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Nightowl whispered in his ear before being pulled under his arm. They scurried back to the phone booth zeta-tube, hardly leaving any room for the rising sun’s light between them. Her body felt cold when they finally separated for her to get into the booth. She spared him one last glance before reaching to close the door.

“We should do this again,” Robin quickly said.

Nightowl smiled thoughtfully at him.

“We should,” she agreed before closing the door, surrendering to the blinding light of the zeta-tube.

The second the light subsided, and she was back in Slater City, Nightowl got her phone out and texted Ella.

Nightowl: I’ve got a LOT to talk about.

[gacmediadaily]

Awards show emcees aren’t required to know how to dance but Trevor Donovan and Danica McKellar certainly are ready to trip the light fantastic on March 7 as hosts of the 31st Annual MovieGuide Awards. The two are past contenders for Mirrorball glory on Dancing With the Stars. She competed in Season 18 and came in sixth place; more recently, he competed in Season 31 and also came in sixth place.

“I’m honored and flattered that they asked me to host because this isn’t in my wheelhouse,” Donovan tells TV Insider. “I’ve never hosted anything. I’m a little nervous, but we rehearsed and I’m excited to see how it goes.”

McKellar brings some hosting experience to the 31st MovieGuide Awards. “I’ve hosted the National Inventors Hall of Fame Awards in Washington D.C.,” she says. “It’s a huge event, but it’s not televised. I do love entertaining audiences. I have made my whole career about doing positive, family-friendly, uplifting entertainment.”

A dozen awards are set to be handed out in categories including “Most Inspiring Movie,” “Most Inspiring TV Program,” “Best Movie for Families,” “Best Movie for Mature Audiences,” and “Grace Award for Most Inspiring Performance for Movies.”

McKellar had two movies for Great American Family in 2023. She starred in Swinging Romance, which featured DWTS pro Gleb Savchenko. “I got to do two dances with Gleb,” McKellar says, “and I was also in A Royal Date for Christmas.”

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The actress says there were preliminary discussions of her guesting on the reboot of The Wonder Years (she played Winnie in the OG version) but, alas, the show was canceled before anything could be finalized. “It would have been nice,” she says with a smile. “I would have had to have played someone else, but we talked about it.”

Donovan also had two films for GAF in 2023 – ’Twas the Text Before Christmas and A Harvest Homecoming. He’s set to appear next in Reagan, starring Dennis Quaid (Far From Heaven) in the title role. The movie tells the story of the late U.S. President from childhood to his time in the Oval Office. Donovan plays John Barletta, a real-life Secret Service Agent, who passed away in 2018.

The actor says he’ll be as surprised as viewers will be, in some ways, when the movie premieres. “I didn’t really get to read the whole script,” he says. “I did get to learn about my character and his relationship with the Secret Service. His whole life story is very interesting.”

Coming in sixth place on a competitive show like DWTS is no easy feat. Would McKellar and Donovan be open to popping in as a guest judge like past contestant Niecy Nash did last season?

“I love that show,” McKellar responds. “I’d do a guest dance or be a guest judge – whatever. If they wanted me, I’d go back.” A bonus would be getting to see her pro dance partner, Valentin Chmerkovskiy. “Val and Jenna [Johnson Chmerkovskiy] are really good parents. [Their son] Rome is the cutest.”

“I’d definitely consider coming back as a guest judge,” says Donovan says about returning to the DWTS ballroom, wryly adding, “As long as they know I don’t know what I’m doing!” Pshaw. Donovan and pro partner Emma Slater were genuine contenders in a highly competitive season. “I’d definitely entertain the idea,” he adds.

[renegadefearstreet1966]

Twenty Six

Fear Street part 3: 1666

credit to gif owner.

The blonde haired Elizabeth leans forward, holding a broom in her hand. Angelica stands in the same place, clutching her dress.

Angelica looks up.

The sky is bright above as the breeze flows through her long blonde hair, causing a chill to run up her spine. She began walking along the dirt road as her feet kick up loose stones and coble.

She was visiting an old lover, Solomon Goode to take a piglet that was given by Sarah. She felt safe around Solomon, but regrets the relation after knowing his wife and child died prior to his love affair with a Slater. She exits the union, stepping off the large dirt path to a thinner one where the dirt was more of a reddish tint compared to the almost black dirt in the Union.

She paced by Sarah Fier, who blew a subtle kiss at her and calling the name Elizabeth. "The full moon rises before nightfall."

"A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land," Elizabeth nodded as she realized where she needed due.

Saying goodbye, she steps further along the path coming up to a creek with large rocks in her way. Elizabeth walked across, and losing her balance a little before making to the rest of the path. She finally makes it to Solomon Goode's house, knocking lightly on the wooden door in front of her. Soon enough, he answered as he greeted Elizabeth with a soft smile, letting her in.

She made her way inside, pulling the sack off her shoulder which was rubbed raw. She sat the sack on the table, untying it and pulling out a freshly born piglet as it oinks in excitement. She giggles, handing him the little piggy before taking the patato sack of a pack and holding it close. She wanted a little piglet of her own, but knowing her father would use it for breakfast.

Elizabeth buried the thought, clearing her throat and thinking of the right words to say. He smiled at the pigglet, holding it up to give it another look.

"This it too much. But thank you. This means truly."

The only thing she could do was smile at the sweet moment, looking closely at his sunken and tired features. Knowing that the day's light is slowly being lost, she needed to get back so she can do her chores before tonight.

Saying goodbye, Elizabeth stepped out the cabin and onto the lonely path, eventually making her way towards the union. She sets down the sack and begins her chores, sweeping the dirt of the cracked, wooden stairs. The only thing she wanted was to spend her night with her friends, hoping that'll happen as she daydreams about her lover, Sarah Fier.

Butterflies erupt in her gut as she swept, she continued dreaming.

Elizabeth Winstead was many things. She was the Unions whore for having a relationship with two different men on two separate occasions. Her homophobic parents alway drove her crazy, even though they loved the girl, wondering why she did the things she commited. She saw good in everyone, even Thomas -- the town's drunk. Or the way she would clasp her teeth against her short nails when she got nervous. All these things drove her close friends and family crazy.

However, she was hiding something. A secret she's kept very well hidden. She was in love with Sarah Fier. If her parents knew she's enamoured with such a girl, she'd be sent to sleep without dinner for weeks on end -- theoretically speaking. Until someone had caught the two by the trees one evening, sending the town in craze.

Sarah had been one of Elizabeth's closest friends. They grew up together and their parents were good friend, however she was afraid they will know about the affair she's having and will be sentenced to death.

For them, the secret brewing between the two had slipped it makes her life a living hell, knowing what's to come.

Elizabeth just hoped it wouldn't be this way, and it was unfortunately.

[wxrst]

send me a ship and I’ll tell you... suder

based on this !

Who asks the other on dates:

i think that the boys both ask sutton on dates. mainly because they are away working all day and they want to make sure their princess is treated right. 

Who is the bigger cuddler:

sutton ! as we know, slater doesn’t express his emotions well so he wouldn’t be cuddly unless it’s started by someone. i could see jude initiating it sometimes as well. but at the end of the day, we know that it’s going to be sutton that wants the cuddles. 

Who initiates holding hands more often:

this one is mainly sutton. i think that when the boys initiate it, it’s usually more of a protection thing than anything. whereas sutton does it cause that’s what you do in a relationship.

Who remembers anniversaries:

sutton. the boys have too much going on in their lives to remember things like that. obviously, she will remind them and then i see them going all out for them. but i don’t think that they remember the dates on their own. 

Who is more possessive:

slater, but also jude. slater likes control and i think with that comes some possessiveness. while they don’t necessarily have the possessiveness of sosie, i think that they make it known that they are each others. nobody is touching their little princess. 

Who gets more jealous:

giving this one to both jude and slater. i just think about valentines day. while it’s yes, it’s also a protective thing and they don’t want anyone to talk to their princess. they 

Who is more protective:

slater ! we know this man protects just about everyone but fr who the fuck is protecting him. he sets someone up so jude doesn’t take the fall for what he actually did, he helps abel and josie all while his own shit is crashing and burning. he’s going to protect everyone around him. 

Who is more likely to cheat:

 slater. i don’t think that i need to explain this one. 

Who initiates sexy times the most:

any of them but mainly the boys. they are all horny and just want each other when they want each other. if the first time jude n slater kissed was any indication (thinking of jude fingering sutton during this ) as to how their sex life is. they don’t care who starts it, they just want it. 

Who dislikes PDA the most:

i don’t see it as a dislike but slater ? for two reasons. one: he doesn’t know how to express his emotions properly and while yes, he loves them. i think that he’s not into going over the top in PDA. two, i think that he doesn’t like that it could make him appear as soft to the public. while it doesn’t change him in terms of work, he doesn’t want to appear weak cause he’s in love. 

Who kills the spider:

you’ve answered this one before and i loved that answer. obviously either of the boys but usually slater cause jude fucking teases sutton with it. 

Who asks the the other to marry them:

this one has also been answered before. it’s definitely both the boys coming up with some plan to ask sutton to “marry” them so they can give her their best version of a white picket fence. 

Who buys the other flowers or gifts:

good fucking question. we really haven’t talked about this with them. my gut is telling me that they all kind of buy each other little things or do little things to show like hi i love you. at the end of the day, we know that jude n slater want to give sutton this illusion of the most normal life so i could see them doing it more. like ‘oh i saw this bouquet and i thought of you’ type of shit.

Who would bring up possibly having kids:

i think this is a kind of danced around topic for them cause of how the fuck do we decide who is going to father the child. obviously they end up with kids. but i think that ultimately it will be sutton that brings up the fact that she would want kids some day. she doesn’t care if she’s having the child or they are adopting, she just would want them. 

Who is more nervous to meet the parents:

the right answer is sutton cause she was nervous when she met lottie. she should also be nervous about fucking meeting dru & vito. but she doesn’t know who the fuck they actually are. i also don’t see the boys being nervous about meeting her parents seeing the relationship that she with them. 

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry:

this is a tricky one cause it isn’t like there’s just two of them. i think that it depends on the situation and the severity of it. cause like when slater cheats, sutton n jude just leave. i also think that they are usually decently good at talking (yelling if it’s slater n jude ) out their problems before they go to bed at night. 

Who tries to make up first after arguments:

the thought of this one made me lol. slater? stubborn. jude? stubborn. sutton? usually not involved in the arguments. i think that the boys just fight it out and then they are good. it’s never like an i’m sorry to fix it or something.

Who tells the other they love them more often:

i don’t think that one of them says it more than the other. they are very much into making sure that everyone knows that they are loved. 

[s1ater]

only the best for my best. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which louis and reader draw each other for a buzzfeed interview but he can’t help but rally her up mid interview with an insult 

warnings 🚫: very much unedited, cursing? nothing really, the insult isn't really an insult in the first place lol

slater’s note 🗯: i love louis partridge (also comment to be added to my other louis works) and this is sort of inspired by this work here

“y/n—y/n she’s crazy, i have no idea how we’re friends.”

your mouth goes wide as your eyes connect to his through the camera, a sly smile on his face as he tried to suppress his little boy giggles of mischief.

“louis partridge, keep your mouth shut,” you called out to him, shaking your head as that was when his laughs broke out.

“you are, i swear,” he smiles, trying to hide the laughs again, “you make some of most stupidest, most impulsive decisions i have ever seen. if someone told you to jump off a bridge you would do it, one hundred percent.”

your mouth widens once again, looking at him with absolute disbelief, “and who would be the one to tell me to jump off that bridge? you, so shut up, you imbecile.”

he laughed again watching you roll your eyes in new profound annoyance. he had come to a realization from the past month while doing online press, he could annoy you very easily. it didn’t matter what exactly he said but he had found that accusing you of certain things would really set you off, such as impulsive, crazy, not very bright, anything that basically questioned your sanity and intelligence. 

but he knew the next time he would see you, you would beat the absolute shit out of him for making a fool of you for all of the internet to see.

“hey, hey, it’s all jokes,” he said in between laughs, watching you glare at him through the screen. 

yeah, you would really knock him to the ground. 

“shut up,” you said again, finishing up your drawing; a task you had been given by the buzzfeed interviewer before louis had decided to throw you a curveball in conversation that he knew would piss you off. 

you were supposed to be drawing each other and you would say you were doing pretty well until he called you crazy, and you started turning his normal facial features into something drastically different, making him look like a cartoonish boy. 

“you done with your drawing yet?” “yeah.”

“go on now, show it off,” you motioned, your tone no longer amused, or enlightened, but a bit annoyed, and he could tell, that being the main reason as to why he couldn’t stop smiling. “show off the master piece, louis.”

“i don’t know if i want to,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, “i’m kind of nervous.”

“shut your trap,” you said quickly, “you weren't nervous to question why you were friends with me or call me crazy.” 

“it was a joke, darling, you know that.” 

you were so close to flipping him off at the sound of darling, his attempt to lighten you up, but instead you pressed your lips into a thin line, ignoring him. 

louis giggled again after a good amount of silence, “fine, i’ll go first.” 

he flipped the small notebook around to reveal numerous pencil marks and scribbles on the white page that all came together in attempt to create a replica of your face. 

a real good attempt. 

you squinted, trying to get a good look at the drawing and you practically gasped, “why does that look good?” 

“all talent over here, baby,” he didn't skip a beat, raising his hands up in a cocky expression with a grin on his face, “only the best for my best.”

your cheeks tinted red as you looked down at your lap, shaking your head. the fueled annoyance you had for him seconds ago beginning to slowly vanish out of thin air. 

louis knew very well exactly how to fire you up just as well as make you nervous, the good kind of nervous where you got all flustered. your cheeks glowed red, and you'd fidget with your fingers, avoiding eye contact. 

“lets see yours now.” 

“no.” 

“no?” he quirked his brow, “why?”

“because now i feel bad,” you mumbled, no longer caring for him calling you impulsive and crazy, “you did real good on yours and i kinda.. didn’t.”

he smiled sweetly, “i don’t care, i just would like to see your perception of me.”

you rolled your eyes, turning your notebook around to face the camera, allowing the boy to see your very cartoonish drawing of him. and he laughed, his smile spreading wider across his cheeks. 

“you’re gonna mail that to me,” he mumbled, “i’ll have my mum hang it right above the fire place.” 

you closed your notebook, pulling it away from the camera while your cheeks grew redder and redder as his flattering words flew through your ears, “oh shut it, it wasn’t that good.”

“i still enjoyed it,” he reassured, “i mean it’s probably the best drawing i’ve seen of myself by far.”

you smiled, humming, “only the best for my best.”

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[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Hi! I saw that Tommy Slater requests were open so could I request Tommy with a reader who has ADHD?

I'm basing this off my interactions/experiences as told by some of my friends with ADHD so I hope this is accurate!!!

Tommy Slater x Reader with ADHD

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of medication, mentions of mental illness and coping with said mental illness

You were a little nervous about helping out at the camp. While you wanted the job, you knew your ADHD could make it hard to focus, finish tasks, or follow directions. Really, this was supposed to be more practice for the "real world" (and it gave you an excuse to take your meds besides the school year).

Still, your doctor had already sent the camp all the information they needed to know, and you could fill them in on any gaps. You and Tommy had seen eachother on the bus ride down, but it wasn't until the director was making the schedule that either of you talked

The director had paired you together (telling everyone that they'd be doing their shifts in pairs so you wouldn't feel singled out), as they knew about your diagnosis and it was well known that Tommy was one of the more patient counselors out of their selection. Really, you don't know what would've happened if you'd been paired with Becky or Arnie. The director quietly assured you that Tommy was a nice boy, before they went on to continue their tour of the camp. As you trailed behind them, Tommy came up to walk besides you and give you a nudge. Quietly, he whispered, "Guess this is as good a time as any to introduce myself. I'm Tommy." And he held his hand out for you to shake. You gave him a smile, shaking his hand and giving him your name. And, with the way he smiled at you, it was no wonder that you'd developed a crush on him

So, you and Tommy were together every day to do your daily chores, and it didn't take long for you to tell him about your ADHD. You thought it would explain your behavior, and Tommy definitely seemed interested. He asked you questions about it as you cleaned up the camp, but he was careful not to be intrusive. Really, he just wanted to know more about it so he could understand, and make things easier for you!!

Even before you start dating Tommy tries to help you in anyway that he can. He'll gently remind you when you're getting off track, and, if he manages to, he might pick up a little bit of the slack. Tommy's pretty good with schedules and is naturally a sort of responsible guy. He gives you a good sense of structure without it feeling suffocating

He'll give you lots of stimulation to help you focus, and will even let you play with his hands while you do something like fill out forms or plan activities. He doesn't mind if you talk a lot or interrupt him a lot- He thinks it's cute! And he knows that most of the time it's just because you're excited or because you like him!!

Definitely the type of boyfriend to remind you to take your medication. He'll just come over with your bottle of pills and a glass of water and hand you both while you're info-dumping about your latest hyperfixation and have you mindlessly take them before pressing a kiss to your forehead

Honestly, Tommy just accepts it as a part of who you are :)

[sweetwithsomextraspice]

Goody Two Shoes || Alice Hart

Show/Movie: Fear Street 78’

Alice Hart x masc!reader

Song: Yellow-Coldplay

Summary: Alice and y/n have had feelings for each other for a while. However, Alice is a ShadySider and you live in the SunnyVale area. You only see each other during summer camp when you both are counseling together. Finally, you two get alone so you see what happens next.

Warning: Fluff (no smut this time)

The sound of children laughing everywhere cause serotonin to run through your body. The gleeful smile that appeared on your face from watching the children happily play always made you feel better. You watched as Kurt walked up to you. “Hey, y/n.” He said with a smile. His placed his hands on his hips and let out a rough exhale. “These kids are something else.” He said with a joking smile.

“Hey Kurt,” you replied before laughing to his comment. “They always are but they make me smile each time.” You ran your fingers through your hair. You looked over to see Cindy Berman with Tommy Slater and their hot best friend Alice Hart with them.

You watched the white haired girl as she walked with the group. Kurt had noticed you spacing out so he tried to grab your attention again. “I’m gonna need you to monitor color guard until I get done with some business.” He looked away anxiously.

You laughed a bit, “business with your girlfriend, Joan?” You said sarcastically, trying to tease him. He looked back up, his cheeks were really red and puffed out. He was obviously embarrassed.

“Pfft! No!” He spat out but didn’t make eye contact with you until he was done talking. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He scoffed.

You saw as a little girl walked up to the both of you, “Mr. Kurt?” Her tender voice spoke. Kurt looked down at her. She was a SunnyVale kid, she had a oversized red shirt that said ‘SunnyVale’ in all caps on it.

“What is it, Celia?” He asked in a soft voice, bending down. He put his hands on his knees.

“Can you get a ball for me to play with?” She asked with eyes that pleaded him to do so. He nodded his head.

“Sure, let’s go.” He pat the girl’s shoulder. She ran off, he then turned to face you. “I’ll be back, Y/N.” He then walked after the girl to get her something to play with. As you watched them both walk off to the mess hall, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Y/N!” The deep feminine voice called out to you. You quickly turned your head to see Alice walking over to you. She had her ShadySide shirt tucked into her shorts. You watched as she strutted over to you. Your face turned red as you watched her walk over, growing nervous.

“Hello, Hart.” You said with a pleased smile on your face, trying to hide the nervousness you felt. She had a bright beautiful smile with smudged makeup. The strong scent of weed came from off her clothes. “Jeez, how much did you smoke?” You asked in a disgusted tone.

She looked down at her shirt, “this is usually the shirt I wear when I do smoke, but I had to wear it today. That means that I have smoked about one joint today.” She turned back to me with a smirk on her face. “You want some?” She leaned in a bit.

You looked down at the girl with your arms crossed. “Heck no. Unlike you, I care about my job.” She seemed disappointed by the response. She huffed and leaned away. You tilted your head then started laughing. “How come you came over here?”

She looked back up at me, slightly swaying. “Well I finally got a chance to get you alone without Kurt. I just wanted to say you look cute in that little red shirt.” She looked down then back up at you. “Just thought you should know. The girls won’t get their eyes off of you.” She then wiggled her fingers. “That’s it, bye!” She walked off back to her friends.

You sat there, your cheeks almost the same color as your shirt. You flattened your shirt out and turned away, you walked off to the mess hall to find out where Kurt was.

You couldn’t find where he was so you finally gave up. You found Sheila with the Goode’s youngest brother, Will Goode, they were being all lovey dovey. They weren’t the kids you were counseling so you shrugged it off and kind of just walked off back to the kids you were monitoring. Nick was temporarily watching them while you were gone. This was Nick’s first year as a counselor and he was doing pretty well. Like how Alice said girls’ eyes were locked on you, Nick also had a lot of girls crush on him. He saw you walking over so he waved.

“Hey y/n, they’re pretty good. You must be a great counselor.” He awkwardly complimented you. You smiled and nodded their head.

“Learned a thing or two from your brother. I think you’ll follow just in his footsteps.” You tried to compliment him back. “Speaking of your brother, you should check on the youngest one. He’s getting pretty intimate with Sheila back there.” You warned him.

He was a bit embarrassed over the fact that Will was always making his public affection for Shelia too much for younger kids. “Thanks, Y/N!” He quickly ran off. You watched as he did so, you noticed the time and saw Kurt walk over to the group with a big red flag.

“You guys ready for color war!” He yelled. The kids all screamed and jumped up and down. The competition was between ShadySide and SunnyVale and SunnyVale won every year, it was a ruling tradition for them. You watched as Kurt hyped up the kids then sent them off.

After a while, you grew a bit bored so you sat down behind a cabin. Suddenly you heard footsteps approach you, you turned to see Alice’s figure. “Hey bud.” She smiled a bit. You smiled softly at her.

“Hey, Hart.” You ran your fingers through your hair again. You watched as the girl sat down next to you, she leaned her head back against the wooden cabin. She looked over at you, the bored expression on it obvious she was not into the color guard game. “What’s going on with you?” You ask with a chuckle.

She scoot a bit closer to you, “well.” You notice her movements and felt your heart race a million miles faster than before. You look up at her again as she continued talking. “Cindy and Tommy are actually watching the game, Joan isn’t anywhere to be found along with Kurt. I bet they’re fucking.” She cackled.

You looked over at her, “language!” You slapped her arm playfully. You felt yourself let out small laughs, her laugh was really contagious so you couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“What? You act like you don’t swear!” She punched my arm in response. You did say a few words that weren’t appropriate for camp but that was only to your friends. Other than that, you were a complete Goody Two Shoes and she teased you about it constantly. This time she didn’t make the comment, instead she grew quiet. You looked over at the silent girl, she was never quiet. Something felt off.

“Seriously though, are you alright?” You asked in a calm manner in order to gain her trust. You didn’t want her to be pressured into spilling why she’s so upset but you still wanted her to tell you. She looked over at you and smiled softly.

“I don’t know, just being with you during a time like this. It’s just…amazing you know?” She looked over. “I know we don’t speak much and honestly we really can’t. I’m from ShadySide and you’re from SunnyVale, it’s kind of forbidden.” She laughed a bit, you looked away knowing how she was right. Finally you looked back at the girl and she looked at you. Your eyes locking together. “I just can’t get the image of you out of my mind!” The shock then appeared on your face. You were speechless, you couldn’t tell if she was prank you or if she was high. Whatever it was, you wanted to know more. “Y/N, I think i’m in love with you. Im scared of the thought of losing you.” She looked away again.

“Alice..” you finally said her name for the first time in a while. She turned her head over to you, the tears streaming down her face. You leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Just a quick, soft one. You pulled away, “you aren’t going to lose me. You never will lose me. I could care less what people think about a ShadySide and a SunnyVale couple. I just care about you and me.” You turned your body to hers, placing your hands in her cheeks. You wiped her salty tears off her wet cheeks with your thumb pads. A smile on Alice’s face broke out as she leaned in to kiss you again.

Your eyes shut as you felt the girl’s soft lips. The taste of weed and strawberry chapstick lingered on her lips. You pulled away and leaned your foreheads against the others.

You looked into her eyes, both of you smiling sheepishly. You both were a blushing mess but neither of you would confess it. She was supposed to be a tough girl and you were supposed to be the goody two shoes everyone loves but what if the lines blurred.

Finally Alice spoke after the long period of silence, “I just want to say how hot you are.” She laughed.

“I was planning on saying the same thing.” You laughed as well.

“I’m glad I got to kiss you, but if you say a word that I kissed you, goody two shoes. I’ll kill you.” She spoke lightheartedly. “Bye bye.” She kissed your cheek and walked away. You were left confused but butterflies still swarmed in your stomach and you were left with your heart pounding in your chest. Whatever affect she put on you, you liked it. You liked her. All of her.

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Misread Fates Ch 1 & 2

I’m throwing my hand in at original fiction. I will be posting on other sites, this is the first because it’s the one I’m most comfy with.

Summary: A boy grows up in a world where people are destined to relive fairytales every generation. His fate is to be the man who fails to defeat the monster before the real hero comes in. Growing up with this knowledge is complicated.

Chapter 1:  A Family Chat in a Mildly Cursed Land

Chapter 2:  Training, Adolescence & Obsession

Chapter 1 - A Family Chat in a Mildly Cursed Land

It was a sunny day in August and an 8 year-old Bruin Slater was crawling on his hands and knees by the creek, trying to grab a giant bullfrog in his tiny fists. He quietly crept up to the bumpy thing, keeping low to the ground when a shadow crossed his path, scaring the frog, sending it leaping into the rushes. He turned around to see his mother in her “serious business position” with knuckles on her hips.

“Bruin, It’s time for you to come inside. Your father’s got something to talk to you about.”

“Can’t I catch him first?”

Bruin pointed to the giant frog making splatting noises as it hopped away. His mother sighed and kept her hands firmly planted on her hips, even as she tried to repress a small smile.

“I’m afraid not. I know you’ll be at it all day, and then you’ll try to stall the conversation chasing after some new creature, so no. This talk needs to happen.”

Bruin’s mother took his hand and led him back to the squat, cozy cabin he shared with his parents. His father was set up at his desk, papers scattered around him,  with a cloud of smoke obscuring his  face.

Brunhilda pushed the windows open in front of her husband to let the smoke drain out, “Really, Helrich, in the house? It’s not enough to wreck your lungs, you have to smell up the place too?.”

“Ah, leave me to some of my vices, Hildy. It gives the words a mysterious air to see them through smoke.”

Bruin’s father looked over his shoulder at him. Bruin saw a pained twinge in his face through the smoke.

Helrich looked at his Hildy,“Eh- it’s that time is it?”

“You need to tell him sometime, Love,  the neighborhood kids are going to start to gossiping about it soon. It’s better that he learns it from you rather than them.”

“Right you are. Well then, Bruin, pull up a chair, and get yourself comfortable, this may be a long chat.”

Helrich swiveled around, lifting his knees a little to prevent his wooden heels from scuffing the floor.

Bruin didn’t like where this was going. He wasn’t good at sitting still for long periods of time, and the tension in the air made him nervous.

His father must’ve seen some his anxious energy, for he turned to his mother and asked, “Hildy, do you mind making some tea or coco for him, to settle his nerves a little?”

“I’ll get the kettle started.”

“Thank you, Hildy.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No- no you’re not, just- the truths I’m about to tell you are not- nice ones, and they’re going to take a little bit of sugar to swallow. Do you know what fates are?”

“I know they’re what you work on every day, and that people tend to gossip about them a lot, but not much else beyond that.”

Whenever his mother took him shopping, he heard little snippets of conversation surrounding fate, but he hadn’t been able to parse out what it was.

He’d hear things like:

“It’s so awful what happened .  Well- it was fated. It’s a cold comfort but at least her family was prepared.”

And

“ It’s kinda’ obnoxious him flaunting his wealth in front of us. Some people just get the good fates.”

And

“Did you here? Merida is going off to try and fulfill her family fate this year. She went off into the city for it.”

Fate seemed to be something adults cared an awful lot about. He turned his attention away from his memories back to his father.

“That’s a good enough starting point as any,” said his father, “ Fates are…” he scratched the back of his neck as he  tried to find the words, “They’re stories that keep happening over and over again, once every generation.”

“Generation?”

“A generation is like a family grouping. You and your cousins are all in one generation, your mother and her sisters are all in another generation, and your grandparents are in another.”

“So it’s like sorting people by age?”

“ Close. It’s sorting people by who was born after who.”

“Alright, so there’s something that keeps happening everytime a new group of people is born.”

“Exactly, and it’s different for every family. Each family has its own story to repeat. Some record them. A lot of people keep journals to pass down. The wealthier families keep really fancy engraved tomes to record  their histories. That way they can keep track of every single way the story unfolds. You see it changes a little each time. For example; One family might have to… break a curse on a magical princess and then marry her. But what the curse is every time is a little different, or why the princess is magic is different. It’s hard to predict what changes and what stays the same each time. That’s what my job is, you see. I look over family histories and record specific repeated patterns and try to help people predict what parts they can expect to happen and what might change. That way they can plan for the future. Nobody knows exactly why it happens, but we know that it does, and we just have to live with it. Now- you’re getting to the age where children start comparing fates, seeing whose is worse and whose is better. I’m going to tell you right now- that’s a load of hogwash. A person’s fate has nothing to do with their strength of character or ability, and people have a lot of life to live once their fate is completed. No one is better than anybody else because of their fate. Repeat that part back to me.”

“No one is better than anybody else because of their fate,” said Bruin.

“Yes, now with a little more conviction.”

“Comparing Fates is Hogwash!” shouted Bruin

Helrich smirked at his son, “That’s a good lad. Now, here’s where we get to the unpleasant bit, which is the fate you inherited.”

Bruin looked up to see his mother pushing a mug of warm tea into his hand. She pulled up a stool to sit right next to him with her own mug after setting one down near his father. Bruin took a sip, it was thick with honey.

“Your mother’s fate is a fairly harmless one. Her family is destined to have a member who witnesses a magical event or miracle and refuses to believe in it’s magical. They are the eternal skeptics.”

His mother nodded, and stirred her own tea,“Your Aunt Marta was in the market when a local cat turned into a beautiful woman, but she got distracted by a bird at the moment of transformation and, to this day, thinks the cat hid under the lady’s skirt. Five other people saw it happen and she believed none of them. And your grandpa Franks found a beanstalk that extended into the sky and he- to this day- will argue that it’s possible they just grew like that without any supernatural assistance.

Bruin giggled, he could imagine his Grandpa Franks saying something like “Nature just does funny things sometimes.”

“However,” His father interjected, “You’re not likely to get that fate. It’s not impossible, just, not likely. You have a lot of cousins on your Mom’s side to take that fate, and none on mine, unless your useless uncle had bastards I don’t know about-“

“HELRICH! Not in front of Bruin”

“Sorry, Love. Bruin, don’t repeat that word. Anyway, fates… want to exist, and they don’t tend to overlap. So you’re more likely to get the fate that has no other receivers to go to, in fact, it’s probably certain you will, while one of your cousins will get your maternal fate. So instead of your mother’s… mostly harmless fate you’ll have to contend with mine. And mine’s not a fun one.”

“Am I going to lose my legs too?” Bruin blurted out.

Bruin’s father had wooden prosthetics from his knees down. It was a fact of life that Bruin had grown up with it. He had since learned that “not all Dad’s were like that” but he still hadn’t learned why his was like that.

“You very well might, but it’s not guaranteed. It’s… honestly the better of some of the options. Do you know the type of stories where a hero goes and slays a monster?”

“YES!”

“We’re the people who go in before that brave knight, and fail to defeat that monster.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Once every generation, one of us goes to battle a monster and we fail to defeat it. Then, right after we fail, a hero arrives to finish the monster off.”

Bruin had gone white. Helrich struggled to find words to make it better. “Look, if nothing else, its necessary work. We weaken the monster, we find its vulnerabilities, we prove that it’s possible to hurt it. Somebody has to be the first to go in, and- that’s usually… us.

“So your leg?”

Helrich sighed. He didn’t particularly like telling this stoy,

“To be honest I’m not sure exactly what type of creature it was. I was…21. People in my town were disappearing. They were wandering off into the woods and not coming back.  Jacobson- the wood carver, he used to have a sister. She had a beautiful singing voice but-she’s… no longer with us. Her and five others. There was only so long I could stand aside, I’m embarrassed I waited as long as I did. I knew if I went in someone would come to help right after.  So I did.

It was giant spider. It was as tall as a man and  had a very, very human voice. It would sound like someone you knew, or used to know, calling you out into the woods. I managed to take out three of its legs. It mangled both of mine and left me bleeding on the forest floor. I think it was full, or spiteful. But I got lucky, and the man destined to slay the monster came in while I was still alive. It was-er- King Henry. His physician patched me up. My legs were unsalvageable.”

 “This is why I don’t know Grandpa Ralph, isn’t it? It’s why you don’t talk about him.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t as lucky as I was.”

“Ok… so I’ll just avoid fighting monsters.”

“I wish that was an option, son, but you can’t escape your fate, it’ll find you.  

Your great grandfather Elias, tried. He avoided monsters all of his life, and moved whenever he heard about one in the area. But one day he settled, found himself a nice wife, and settled in a well-guarded city, where he had a daughter and a son. A  half mad-griffin flew in over the walls and came directly into his home. It killed your great grandmother, and your great aunt Lily, and then him. Only your grandfather survived.

He was young when It happened, younger than you are now. It scarred him, made him a hard man to be around. I didn’t listen to him often-but- he made promise not to run away, not to bring the danger home to anyone I cared about. It’s one of the few promises I kept to him. We don’t run. We can’t. All we can do is prepare for it, and then face it when it comes.”

 Bruin grew very quiet and stared at the floor. He thought on the matter for a long time while sitting on that hard little wooden stool in front of his father.

 “Am I going to die?”

His eyes grew watery as he asked. He didn’t look up. He didn’t want his father to see how scared he was.

 “No!” Helrich pushed his chair closer to Bruin and then gathered his son up in his arms. “You have me and you have your mother. I survived it and so can you. Your mother and I are going to do everything we can to make sure you have the skills to live, ok son? Look, some medicine, and maybe some physical training and you’ll be as right as rain. You won’t win, but you will survive, alright?”

 Bruin burrowed his head into his father’s chest, “Ok, Dad.”

 “Good, now,” Helrich gently released his son, “Come to the porch with me, and I’ll read you something fun. I need some sunlight and I think we all need something to clear away the stress of today.”

Ch. 2: Training, Adolescence & Obsession

Bruin’s parents kept their promise to give Bruin every possible tool he could have to survive his oncoming fight.

His mother negotiated with Miranda, the medicine woman of the village. As long as Brunhilda made her a nice casserole once a week, Bruin could sit by her side and learn when she treated the townsfolk of the area. In the meantime, Brunhilda gave him private lessons, teaching him how to treat burns and bite marks, having done the job herself before settling down with Bruin’s father.

When he turned 10 his father pulled a favor from an old drinking buddy of his, Guillermo. They’d survived a chaotic youth together, and straightened up their acts in parallel. While he was a fate interpreter, Guillermo was a knight in the King’s Guard and lived in the city near the castle. He convinced his old friend to teach Bruin how to fight. Helrich had a few wealthy clients in the city and would take Bruin with him, leaving him with Guillermo while he was there.

Guillermo was skeptical of this arrangement. He was used to his squires staying with him and devoting their lives to training, not going back home to finish their chores. And Bruin was starting young. He anticipated a fidgety young boy who forgot lessons the moment he went home but was pleasantly surprised to find the Bruin would continue to practice any drills he gave him, and seemed to retain knowledge fairly well from lesson to lesson.

But there were bits that Brunhilda and Helrich could not plan, dedication from Bruin that was unexpected for as young as he was.

His father got him one encyclopedia on monsters, magical and surreal. He found it from the same collector of books he’d typically go to in order to research obscure or lost family histories.

Bruin devoured it whole and then craved more. Despite the terror that he felt, the monsters still fascinated and excited him. It was beyond survival, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing the scales and the claws and finding out how many stomachs they each had. He even enjoyed all the little gory details about how they tore apart or lured their victims even if he knew it could happen to him someday. They were just interesting animals.

He read it under a gnarled old apple tree that grew at the very edge of his parent’s property. He spent sun-dappled mornings there going word by word, with his encyclopedia next to a little dictionary, translating the words into smaller ones that fit into his vocabulary. His mother had to drag him away from it to do his chores.

He’d constantly pester his father for new editions while scouring old libraries. He read one after another after another after another.

The boy never stopped.

If he wasn’t looking over Miranda’s shoulders as she made a poultice, he was reading about monsters. When he wasn’t doing that he was doing his drills, and when he wasn’t doing that he was doing random chores around the neighborhood to use as strength-training exercises. He could always rely on someone needing wood-chopped or their gardens weeded or their gutters cleaned. He’d accept anything that kept him moving, that made him more aware of his body. It was the only way he connected with the community

His mother worried about his dedication veering into obsession. He didn’t attend many get-togethers in the village or talk to many kids his age. He was clearly growing into a focused boy who was very helpful to people, but in all things, he was fairly withdrawn.

She brought it up to him while he was helping her weed in the garden,

“You know there’s going to be a life after you meet your monster, right? What are you going to do after that?”

Bruin shrugged, he didn’t really have an idea.

“I suppose I’ll figure it out then. Maybe I’ll keep studying monsters; there are people who do that.”

He liked the idea of writing his own bestiary someday.

“You can’t always focus on your death, it’s not right. There’s an entire town in front of you that you’re missing.”

“It’s not going to be my death, and I can focus on that all after I know I’m safe.”

She tried bringing it up to her son again but it fell on deaf ears. She could force him to go to town events, and even to talk to people, but he’d never be there for the love of it, or desire for people, only obligation to her, and he’d fight her every step of the way in a desire to go back to his training and his books.

It was a constant source of frustration for Brunhilda, and It became a late-night conversation between her and Helrich.

They were reading together, side by side, snuggled in after their son had fallen asleep.

“I’m worried about our boy.”

“He squirm out of another town festival?”

“YES! Boys are supposed to want to have fun at that age aren’t they?  I’m glad he’s focused but I’m worried this is becoming a morbid obsession. I like that he’s being practical, I truly do, he has a reasonable head on his shoulders but he doesn’t talk to people, not unless it has anything to do with monster slaying. I’m afraid he’s going to grow into a very lonely man. Or one that doesn’t truly care for people.”

Helrich set his book down on his chest and leaned on his headboard.

“It worries me too, and I’m sorry I haven’t been helping you out in this fight.”

Hildy made a face at him. She had noticed his lack of support and it had gotten her skin

Helrich looked sympathetically at his wife.

“ I understand your concern, I do. I’m… just scared to send him in the other direction. When I was growing up I lived like every day I was going to die.

I ruined my reputation recklessly and destroyed my body without concern. I only started to think about long-term consequences after my fight, you’ve only known the better version of me.  But before, I didn’t take anything or anyone into consideration. I lost a lot of friends that way. Guillermo was one of the few I had left. All my professional connections required me to prove I wasn’t the man I used to be. I don’t want my boy like that. He’s withdrawn, but he’s young and responsible and acting like life matters.  There are things I could say that might change his mind, but I’m afraid to lead him down my old road.”

Hildy put her hand on his shoulder.

“I know, there are some things that I won’t understand about bearing the fate that you and Bruin carry. However I  truly, truly don’t think anything you say is going to make him turn to your reckless style of living. His skull is far too thick and his heels dug in too deep. You’ll be lucky if you can get him to change one iota. And to be honest, I think some smoking and drinking could be good for him. ”

Helrich chuckled, “Alright, I see your point. He is already different than I was, and he has your solidly practical bloodline to balance out my feckless one.  I’ll talk to him about it during my next trip to the city. He won’t be able to run away then.”

She squeezed his hand, “Thank you, my Dear, and good luck.”

………

Bruin was 14 was his father tried to push the issue of his...“Tunnel vision”. He had leather reins in his grip and the cart jostling beneath him as his father supervised his steering.

The conversation started with a rough cough to break the silence, and a hesitant, “Bruin your mother and I have been talking….”

Bruin could feel where there was going. He didn’t show he registered the comment except for a tighter grip on the reins and a slight glance over to his father.

“I don’t want to say this but you know- Your mother and I want you to live, and we’ll do all we can to get you to live, but you still might die. You should enjoy your life- while you still have it. You’re a young man. You won’t be a young man forever. What if your monster comes in your forties and you never let yourself live  “

“I’m alive.”

“Yes but you’re not meeting people, you’re not trying to have new experiences. You’re only focused on one goal, and there’s more to life than that. Talk to people, have fun and be a teenager. Take a day off from your fate once a week, or something. Please, for the sake of your mother and me, if nothing else.”

Bruin looked down at the road, “I’ll think about it.”

Bruin was lying. The request annoyed him. He was doing everything that was asked of him, and he was frustrated that it wasn’t enough, that he was asked to do more. It made him avoid his parents and stubbornly dive into training and researching even more.

Ironically, it’s what led him to meet his first friend.

………..

Bruin found some fenced-off fields owned by a man who didn’t live in town anymore. They were only checked on every month or so and left abandoned for the rest of the year. They were far enough outside the town’s borders that his parents couldn’t catch him and pester him about being part of the community.

This is where he met Abagail. He was doing his standard training exercises with a fallen-over tree, imagining it was a basilisk and that he was trying to avoid its eyes.

She was leaning on a fence nearby.

“Why don’t you use a scarecrow or something? They’re closer to a man shape.”

He looked up to see her standing behind him. Wisps from her braids were blowing in the wind.

“I’m not practicing to fight men; I’m practicing to fight monsters.

“What kinds?”

“Any. I don’t know yet. My family is fated to fight a monster and then fail, on my Dad’s side at least, but I’m probably not going to get my Mom’s.”

“Damn, that’s an awful fate.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to learn how to dodge a lot and protect my most vulnerable areas so that I get maimed instead of dying.”

“Is that why your Dad has two wooden legs?”

“Yep.”

“My Mom’s fate was to go on a journey when she was 18 where she’d meet interesting people, get a job and meet the love of her life. My Dad’s was to make a fortune on a gamble and lose it all three years later. I hope I get my Mum’s.”

“Yeah, that one sounds nice.”

“Well don’t stop on my account, keep going, I like watching you practice.

Abagail was not lying on this account. At age 14 Bruin had developed some very distinct wiry muscles that made him stand out from other boys their age, and his movements were so practiced and agile they were almost elegant.

He was her white whale, an unreachable but attractive boy, who no one had gained the attention of. The challenge itself was enticing, but it helped that he spent his seemed uninfluenced by the rest of the town’s low opinion of her.

She found spending time with him peaceful.

Abby was the one who got Bruin to live his life a little bit more. She got him back into swimming in the nearby river and started him in on taking dares and trying new foods. She had a frantic enthusiasm for life that was contagious and a little terrifying. She could get him to dance at least a little bit at town functions. It wouldn’t be for long but he’d be there.

(She jokingly referred to it as his mandatory fifteen minutes, sometimes, if she was lucky, she’d get him to smile.)

He liked listening to her ramble about town gossip while he stretched or chopped wood or did his drills. It made him feel like a part of it all even if he wasn’t making an effort to join in on all the drama.

“Samantha has been gunning for the lead singer for the tavern band for a while, and I swear she slipped something into Katlyn’s drink to make sure the girl had a creaky throat on the exact wrong night.”

“Was that the winter’s festival?”

“Yeah, how’d you know that?”

“People talked about how bad that performance was for days after. I’m not completely oblivious.”

“Yeah! Katlyn was new to all of it, so not everybody knows how well she can sing on a normal night. A lot of them were saying it was nerves, and she can’t handle the attention of the stage. Now Samantha’s been the head singer ever since, but all of us are suspicious of it.”

Abby even found a way to get Bruin to talk for long periods.

It started with a simple question,“ What monster do you think you’re going to fight?” She felt embarrassed asking, feeling that maybe it was too personal. But then he talked, first about the type of creatures typical to Langdon, their homeland, and then moved on to a full-blown 20-minute lecture about the migrating patterns of horn-toothed scallywags.

He stopped when he realized how wide her eyes had gotten.

“I’m sorry, that’s morbid and weird I should-.”

“It speaks. Ladies and gentlemen, the boy is capable of speech.”

“I’ve always been capable of talking. You’ve heard me talking.”

“Yeah, when I drag the words out of you with some tongs and elbow grease. I think I say fifty words for every one you say. Think you talked with some actual enthusiasm there.”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, “My parents think it’s unhealthy, thinking about my death all the time.”

“Yeah but they’re parents. What do they know?”

He smiled a little at that.

……

Brunhilda and Helrich had complicated feelings about Abagail Puckett. On one hand, they were delighted for their son to finally have a friend. On the other, she was a chaotic gremlin, and her father was a known gambler.

Beggars couldn’t be choosers, but Brunhilda’s smile was strained around her. Abby noticed and fed off the disapproval.

……

Abagail was his first kiss. He was 16.

The kiss itself hadn’t arisen from any big romantic moment. He was stretching in the middle of his makeshift workout field, letting his body cool down while she lay next to him, stating at the clouds overhead.

She’d simply asked him “Have you kissed anyone?” and when he told her he hadn’t she followed up with “Can I kiss you then?” He hadn’t seen a reason not to.

“Sure.”

She’d pressed her lips to his, and he tried his best to kiss back. He hadn’t known what to do with his hands.

“Huh.” She said quietly after she withdrew, “So that’s how you kiss.”

She had a few, suggestions after that, about how to use his lips and teeth, and a little bit of his tongue.

When they’d finished she told him that he learned a lot faster than the other boys she’d been with, but that he could stand to be a touch more confident about it.

“It’s nothing more than physical, just like your workouts. Don’t get too into your head about it. You’ll be great with a little more practice.”

It was faint praise but it still made him blush. In the heat of the moment with the blood rushing through his ears, he asked her, “Why do you… kiss so many boys?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, it’s not normal. My Mom and Dad just have each other, and a lot of people just have each other and you seem to have… everyone.”

She snorted, indignantly

“Are you trying to say something about me?”

“I just- I don’t get it.”

“You don’t get it because you don’t want to interact with anyone.”

“I mean- yeah.”

She felt a touch guilty for snapping at him.

“Look- Everyone here is looking for their person, the one they’ll stay with for the rest of their lives, but I can’t do that. I’m going to find that person on my journey- whoever they are. So- I don’t know, when you know there’s someone out there who’s supposed to be your perfect person everything just feels like… wasting time? Messing around? And I guess I just treat it like that. I don’t lie. I’m honest twith everyone that I’m just having fun. And I get to figure out what I like.”

“Why do you hang around me so much then?”

Abby smelled a follow-up question on the wind that Bruin was too afraid to ask, and she didn’t poke at it.

“Because you know when to shut up. Like, this is the first inappropriate question you’ve asked me in our two years of friendship. That’s a record. And it was a question instead of a statement or a judgment. You’ve got a head start on a lot of people.”

“I like you being around.”

“I know you do.”

……………

It was a sunny day in August Bruin got a letter from the royal family. He was 19.

Guillermo was standing in the doorway of his parent’s cabin, a letter clutched in his fist, and a pained expression on his face.

“Bruin-I-it’s good I saw you first. I want to tell you I’m sorry. If I knew how to prevent this I would. I got a little ahead of the escort party so I could give this to you in person, and in private. If there’s anything you or your family needs from me now I’ll  gladly give it.”

Bruin felt a storm coming.

“What does the letter say, Guillermo?”

Guillermo handed it to him, and Bruin tore off the protective parchment around it. It read as follows:

To the Honorable Bruin Slater,

               We have heard tell of your talents, and the royal family of Langdon is calling you to do your duty to your country. Go to the High Cliff Mountain Range near Kingstown. There lives a dragon there who has been eating the cattle of your countrymen. It needs to be killed. We need you to go find its weakness or slay it.

The Kingdom is counting on you

Signed,

Queen Thistleberry Seidel of Langdon

All Honors to your house and family

He wanted to cry, vomit, and scream all at once. Instead, he collapsed in a chair nearby the doorway, letter crumpling in his hand.

A Dragon.

Dragons weren’t beasts. They were fully sentient, incredibly intelligent creatures filled with magic that had un-piercable skin and could breathe fire.

He was going to die, he had planned all his life and he was still going to die.

[icedwatersupremacy]

~ Charles Murdock’s Secret Diary ~

September 1902

I left Henford to go to Edgewater School today. Mother and Father came to the train station to see me off, and Walter was there too. Arthur and Matilda wanted to come too, but Mother made them stay at home to look after the younger ones, so they farewelled me from the comfort of our home. 

“Write to us as soon as you get there,” Mother said, hugging me goodbye, “You’ll study well, won’t you?” I assured her I would, and then she let go of me. Father was more visibly upset, wiping away his tears. I hadn’t expected him to be so emotional, but I appreciated that he cared about me that much. It was a change from his usual demeanour, regarding the higher education subject.

Walter, as opposed to my family, was brief with his goodbyes. Adjusting my tie, he said, “Do us proud, Charlie.” He smiled, only slightly, and that made me happy. “I will,” I replied, grinning back. He made me feel nervous and happy at the same time, which was probably because I wouldn’t see him for a few months. Never mind, I wasn’t leaving him behind forever, luckily. Truth be told, I’m already starting to miss him.

Soon enough, the conductor announced that everyone must board the train, and I waved goodbye to my parents and Walter for a final time. I wasn’t the only one boarding the train at the station — some other children who had clearly been on holiday around here were also boarding — but I was the only one from Henford. It made me feel lonely, in a way I can’t explain. 

When the train left the station, and we headed off to the next station, the situation was starting to sink in. I was really leaving Henford-on-Bagley to study at a prestigious school. The train was a special train that would only take Edgewater students, so there was little variation among the other passengers. For the next ten hours, I had a glimpse into life at Edgewater, which I spent mostly reading. It was hard to concentrate, though, because the other students were loud. Most of these people were rich, was this how the upper class acted? I hadn’t the foggiest idea before, but we clearly weren’t missing much at Henford. I sat alone for the entire journey, not that I minded.

As the sun began to set, we finally arrived at our destination, a small train station on the edge of the city, but we still had to walk about a mile. Edgewater School used to be a stately home for a family, so it was built on a hill to look over the city, but with little traffic to bother the family. They ended up turning the place into a school. There was some lad who looked as though he could be in his final year talking about all the history around here, which made the walk a lot more interesting. I was fixated on him the entire time, he had beautiful brown eyes, and his laugh was bewitching.

When we arrived at the school, we were sent to our dormitory rooms to unpack. There was one other person from the train that was also in my dormitory, Frederick Slater. Once we’d finished unpacking, we talked about ourselves. He’s the son of a doctor in Plymouth, and he hopes to be a doctor as well, when he grows up. I told him about all the stories I’m going to write. I wouldn’t say we’re friends yet, maybe allies, but our friendship is inevitable.

[antihibikase2]

Aspertia Academy is not as grand as your old school in Paldea- but there was a certain charm to it.

Only one route away from your new hometown of Flocessy, the honorary mayor's grandson- Benga, takes you by the hand and leads you to the bustling city of Aspertia.

Several children your age are wearing uniforms similar to yours, carrying satchels filled to the brim with supplies, accompanied by their partner Pokemon and their friends.

Suddenly, you felt small and nervous, especially since you had come to this place all alone.

Benga assures you there's nothing to worry about, but instead of leading you to the academy, he leads you to a quaint little house just a corner away, surrounded by berry trees. Chitter and chatter of Pokemon could be heard from inside, and the more you stepped closer, the warmer you felt.

The door opens; four Cinccino scamper outside, sniffing up at you and Benga curiously. Their appearance is followed by the elegant stride of what you assumed to be someone of utmost importance.

The clipped tailcoat of their jacket dragged behind them like wings, and a pair of silver glasses rested on their face.

When they spot you, their indigo eyes light up in excitement, and they crouch to your level- though the height difference isn't really that much.

"They've just moved to Unova," Benga explains with a grin. "I think Gramps filled you in already?"

"Yes, I was told there would be a new student joining today," The other says with a warm smile. "Unfortunately, Amanita is still on her way with the Pokemon, but we can redirect her to the academy. For now, let's help this one get settled first,"

His voice was nice, reminiscent of the one that had sung the Relic Song almost seven years ago.

"It's nice to meet you, little one. My name is Cheren. Cheren Slater," A Shinx climbs up his back and settles into his shoulder. "I'm the headmaster of Aspertia Academy,"

[allforhader]

Our Little Secret

Officer Slater x (F) Reader

Requested by: @berkmansbabe

Warnings: Langauge, Some Smut

“Hey, you finally fucking show up” Y/N laughs at the three finally joining her at the park.

“Well unlike you, we have a schedule that isn’t in our control” Seth states sitting on the picnic table on the bench while Y/N sat on the table itself.

Fogel sat on the other side of her with a nervous smile. Little does she know that he likes her. But Y/N only saw the three as friends, nothing more.

“I gotta get a new lighter if we’re gonna pass this shit around” Y/N smiles twiddling with a joint container before getting up. “Anybody wanna go to the liquor store on the corner with me or am I walking solo?”

“I’ll go!” Fogel got up from the table stumbling a bit making Seth and Evan groan. They know he likes her but won’t say anything about it.

“Alright. I’ll get drinks while I’m there as well. I know the owner” Y/N smiles walking with Fogel to the liquor store.

Y/N opens the door for them as the jingle of the bell caught the owner’s attention.

“Y/N!”

“Sup pops” Y/N smiles high fiving the owner over the counter leaving Fogel confused.

“Is he your actual...?”

“No my good man, no I am not. And thank god for that one” the owner laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes going to get what she came there for.

Fogel waited with the owner while Y/N not only went in the back to snag a few drinks without pay cuz the owner is used to it with her, but grab a lighter.

“McLovin’??”

The owner’s attention draws to the two officers stepping in as he quickly grabs his permits and such.

“Oh hey! What are you doing here?”

“Beer run my guy” Micheals pays his shoulder. “Then yknow. The usual with cops on a break”

Fogel nodded pretending he knew what he meant.

“So what are you doing here McLovin? Not here for alcohol yeah?” Slater laughs with Micheals.

“No I’m here wi—“

“Y/N NOW YOU GOTTA BUY THE LIGHTER IF YOU’RE GOING TO USE IT” The owner yells as Y/N steps into the isle to the door lighting the joint already before freezing when she noticed the cops.

“I am gonna buy it old man...just uh. Who called the cops?”

“No one ma’am, we’re off duty” Micheals smiles as Slater locked eyes with Y/N while she took a hit with a smirk on her face.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” Y/N laughs catching Slater off guard.

“OH! Yeah. Officer Micheals. Officer Slater. This is Y/N. She’s who I came here with”

“Oh is she a lucky lady?” Micheals teases while Slater straightens himself still getting a longing look from Y/N.

“Nope. I am very...single” Y/N smiles handing the owner the money she owes for the lighter. “Now, we are out.” She grabs Fogel’s arm pulling him out of there as the two watched them. “Later officers...”

“See yeah...”

“A college girl. He’s aiming high” Micheals laughs going to the beer with Slater.

“College?”

“Yeah man. You didn’t seem the college lanyard hanging out of her pocket?”

“No...but did you get the name?”

A few days went by and Y/N sat outside of her class’s building finishing up a note from the previous class when a few whispers caught her attention along with a pair of black boots meeting hers.

“Well. I would ask where you get your boots but I don’t have to now” Y/N smiles looking up at Slater. “Now how did you know where my college is?”

“Officer Micheals has a great eye for detail” Slater points to her lanyard now hanging out of her backpack. Y/N laughs a little smiling.

“Anything I can do for you officer?”

“I uh, wouldn’t mind taking you out on a date”

“Oh?” Y/N smiles closing her notebook and leaning forward. “How about coffee first? See if you actually like me...cuz I really like you”

One coffee later...leading to four dates later...and they can official say they’re dating. Or well. Keep it to themselves.

“Sneaking off somewhere ma’am?” Slater smiles leaning against his cop car as Y/N had just reached the parking lot to her complex.

“No sir, my boyfriend awaits at his place. Or so I thought” Y/N smiles walking over to Slater and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Are you off?”

“You don’t see Micheals with me now do you?” Slater brought her close before kissing her lovingly.

“So, the cop car being here?”

“Mm. That one thing you told me”

“Oh?”

In an empty parking lot, Y/N sat on the hood of the cop car smiling at Slater. He likes to admire for a moment and so does she.

“You gonna keep standing there looking pretty?” Y/N smiles grabbing the sides of his shirt the second he got closer to her.

“I’m admiring the beauty here, love” Slater smiles kissing her lovingly before getting more heated.

Y/N pulls away a bit to get her shirt off and Slater instantly planted his lips on her neck enjoying himself. She ran her hands through his hair smiling more.

“You going to make me feel good baby?”

“Mmm...yes yes I am”

A few moments later...

Y/N gripped onto Slater’s back with her nails and her legs around his hips simply enjoying themselves in the backseat of his cop car. He made sure not to go too hard with his thrusts since her bare back is against the door. But she didn’t care and begged for him to go faster.

“Slate I—“ Y/N moans getting close as Slater kept an arm wrapped around her waist and one pressed against the window while he thrusted.

“I’m almost there” Slater got rougher shaking the car.

“Kiss me, kiss me baby” Y/N begged grabbing his face the second he looked toward her pressing her lips against his.

Slater deepen the kiss the moment he climaxed along with Y/N both moaning into each other’s mouths. He parts from Y/N kissing her cheek and neck before calming down.

“Jesus Christ....”

“Hm?”

“God you’re amazing...” Y/N pants laying back as Slater opens the door behind him knowing no one is out there those late slowly pulling out.

“You’re the amazing one here” Slater took a deep breath saying so, pulling the condom off and tying it off.

Y/N brought herself up taking Slater’s shirt and putting it on before seeing the mark ups.

“Well you truly like to show that I’m taken” Y/N laughs talking about the hickeys on her thighs, neck, and chest.

Slater laughs putting his pants back on before handing her her panties and shorts. “I want everybody to know you’re mine” he smiles sliding back in and kissing her once more. “You wanna head back to yours or mine?”

“Mine, since I’m hanging out with the three stooges tomorrow” Y/N says with a frown knowing she’d reschedule if he had the day off since it was hers off school and work.

“I can sleep over still right?” Slater smiles making Y/N’s returns with a nod. “Your cat isn’t allowed in the bed though”

“Awww come on Tiger bites you that ONE TIME” Y/N laughs kissing him once more.

The next day came around and Y/N sat on the hood of her car waiting for her fools to get out of school. She was a little upset that she had to give Slater his shirt back but she knew she’d seen him tonight so she has all the time to steal it back. But the only clean shirt she got was a tank top and it fully revealed what he left on her besides her jacket covering the few on her shoulders.

“Y/N! Yo” Seth smiles doing a handshake with her as did Evan.

The moment Fogel joined his eyes obviously trailed elsewhere. Y/N caught on but didn’t think it was toward the hickeys.

“Hey” Y/N snaps with a smile. “My eyes are up here Fogel”

“Oh! Yeah sorry sorry”

It didn’t take long for Fogel to find Officer Slater and Micheals that evening since he just checks where they’ve been before. Fogel practically can get into the bar without getting ID’d because they’ve been with him before and not every bar is smart enough to double check.

“McLovin what the fuck are you doing here?” Micheals laughs setting his beer down as Slater looks up from his phone over to the distressed Fogel.

“Dude you good?”

“NO I AM NOT!” Fogel got into the bar stool now having both of their attentions. “So you know Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“We were hanging out earlier right? And she was like...a little revealing”

Keep it cool Slater

“Okay? Aren’t a lot of college girls revealing?”

Micheals you fucking bastard

“ANYWAY—She had all these fucking hickeys and stuff but like I didn’t know she was seeing anybody! I really like her and I don’t know what I’m going to do about it”

“Is there...anything you really can do? She’s seeing somebody” We can’t be subtle for shit.

“I mean you can jump the gun and think she’s...a whore but I know she’s not! She’s too classy for that”

“College does shit dude. You don’t know what she be doing” Micheals laughs again as Slater laughed along even if he wanted to punch his partner. “You should just be straight up with her if you really like the girl”

Y/N stares at Slater after he told her what happened. She couldn’t help it. She started laughing at the fact that Micheals would say that about her and that Fogel likes her. Like it’s cute that he has a crush on her but she thought the obvious disinterest in the three would’ve stirred that away but guess not.

“You take this super well”

“Well Slater, other than you. I’ve only slept with one other guy in my entire life. So the whore comment doesn’t affect me and you two are breaking up A LOT of college parties where some act like whores. You two see it a lot. But like I’m fucking smarter than that. I have a full ride through college, I have a decent job, good friends, and a boyfriend that I love. Yeah I get high sometimes but that’s about it” Y/N’s laughter calmed down as she moved her physics book off her bed along with her notes. She turns back to Slater moving himself to tower her. “Oh? Now what’s this?”

“You love me?” Slater smiles laying on top of her as Y/N brought her arms around him.

“I do, I love you”

“I love you too Y/N” Slater continues to smile getting many kisses from Y/N once he said that.

It didn’t take long for Fogel to find out. Well. It did. But it wasn’t...hard

Fogel one weekend went to Y/N’s school knowing she had a class on Saturday with the confidence to tell her but the second he spotted her, she was in the arms of Officer Slater.

So he did what was best in his mind.

Flip out.

“YOU FUCKING—“

Y/N’s attention immediately darts to the pissed off Fogel as she parts from Slater.

“Fogel—“

“I TOLD YOU THAT I LIKED HER AND YOU IMMEDIATELY SWEEP HER OFF HER FEET TAKING HER FOR YOURSELF”

“Okay I’m not a prized possession—“

“SHUT UP Y/N”

“Woah Fogel. Calm down don’t make a scene—“

“MAKE A SCENE?! YOU’RE A BACKSTABBING ASSHOLE” Fogel tried punching Slater as he has already kept pushing him back before he can even get in a “good punch”. But the more aggressive Fogel tried to be, Slater cant let it slide when he’s in uniform.

“Okay okay. No. This is assault of an officer and you’re under arrest” Slater states knowing this triggered Y/N at first since she didn’t know what was the plan here.

Fogel tried to fight the restraints aka the handcuffs being put on him. Slater immediately bringing him to his cop car as Y/N looked at everyone who watched anxiously before quickly following the two.

“You need to calm down”

“SLATER”

“No. Seriously. You need to calm down” Slater states putting Fogel in the back and taking the drivers not letting Y/N in until this was settled. “If she shows no interest you shouldn’t force it at all. And before you say “that’s what you did” I didn’t. She had every right to rejected me when I asked her out but she didn’t. The two of us got close and we fell in love. It’s not rocket science and I know you care about her. But shouldn’t you care more if she’s happy or not more than if she’s with you or not”

Wow.

Fogel didn’t really think that hard into it. Yeah, he has the reasons for liking her. But he didn’t think of how she’d feel about it. Only wanted to tell her everything. And after hearing what Slater said, he’s happy he’s with her. She’s got someone that loves her and will always put her first.

“Wow...I’m sorry Officer Slater, I didn’t even think about that”

“It’s fine Fogel. You’ll learn one day with the love of your life. I say that as a friend. But as an officer...don’t come throwing punches at me again or you will actually be arrested”

“Yes sir”

“Good” Slater faces forward gesturing Y/N to join the two in where Micheals usually sits. “We worked it out”

“Good. Cuz Fogel, he can’t do it because it’s wrong on so many levels. But I’m not afraid to kick your ass for throwing punches at my boyfriend” Y/N threats through the mesh cage separating the front from the back.

“Sorry”

“It’s okay, now let’s take you home”