#LOL HIS MINION CARS

[atrirose]

JAKE NEVER LIES

[moviecritc]

fearless ⋆ alex albon

pairing: alex albon x driver!reader

summary: your boyfriend and you disguise your relationship as friendship a little too well

warnings: none, just pure fluff

a/n: this is short and maybe a little bit messy, sorry i'm not effortlestly funny

english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes

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yourusername P3 IN MIAMI RAAAAHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅 I LOVE AMERICA SO MUCH 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 TF IS A KM I ONLY KNOW MILESSSSSS 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠

ps. goodbye goodbye goodbye meme of nowins you were bigger than the whole skyyy

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yourusername btw that's my new gf flavy, sorry ocon she's mine now 👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

flavy.barla 💋👭 estebanocon wait what did i miss yourusername nothing you can leave actually

user1 SHE'S JUST IN ANOTHER LEVEL

user2 best driver in the grid fr user3 nah she's talentless user4 she literally made a podium yesterday you prick

alexalbon wHAT ON EARTH IS THAT PIC

yourusername shh you look wonderful albono alexalbon i look like a minion yourusername AHAHAHA IT'S TRUE YOU'RE KEVIN alexalbon who's kevin yourusername ... a minion alexalbon why d'you know the names of the minions? user5 nah alex you left her speechless

charlesleclerc congrats on your podium, y/n!

landonorris i appreciate the effort 😅

yourusername ANYWAYS IT'S TECNICALLY NOWIN(S) SO IT'S STILL UPPPP landonorris oh lord

user6 i'm actually so jealous of the friendship of alex and y/n

user7 i'm new here someone explain me the lore plss user8 so y/n and alex have known each other since literally always? they started karting at the same age and were teammates in f2, then they got into f1 in the same year. they've always been super super close, they even shared an apartment in london a few years ago. and basically when they're around each other is a complete chaos, that's why they don't do media days together so often user9 their gossip sessions in media days back then >>>> user10 omg yes i'll never forget when alex almost choke on water after y/n told him she wished he was bald bc she didn't like his bleached hair LMAOOO

scuderiaferrari Let's go!!

user11 anyone else noticing the flowers

user12 not this again, they're probably from her mother, she always receives flowers when she's in the points 🙄 user13 the audacity of these people user12 i swear they try to link her to any guy she interacts for 0.5 secs

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[caption: i might be a minion but she's a freaking gremlin @yourusername]

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yourusername you're dead. you're so dead

alexalbon i love you babyyy 😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰

yourusername i don't. i'm going to make you eat all the flowers

alexalbon y/n you're so mental for your height. like, so many anger inside of you

yourusername yeah it's true 😞 i'll get even with your minion face

alexalbon ok from now on we're just seeing each other in public spaces. i love youuu byeeeee 😇😇😘😘

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[caption: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND ON MY GALLERY AHSHAHQURJFJSHAHD]

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user1 someone get this girl a pr manager 😂😂

alexalbon Y/N L/N-ALBON.

yourusername lol what. if that's your way of asking me to marry you... dude you can do it better

alexalbon I WAS TRYING TO BE A COOL BOYFRIEND

yourusername aww. but you're not, and i don't want to marry you you're like my getaway car

alexalbon YOUR GETAWAY CAR FROM WHO?? you barely interact with men

yourusername YEAH BC INTERACTING WITH MEN IS ANNOYING, like look at this. just shut up already

alexalbon WELL OK BYE. LET'S SEE WHO BUYS YOU HIGH QUALITY MOCHIS NOW

yourusername wait albono come back. let's get married or something

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yourusername anyone knows this man?? he's been staring at me the whole flight and asking me if i have bananas

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user1 no bc if alex looked at my like this i would probably fall in love

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user2 Y/N LIKED??

georgerussell63 oh blimey so here he is!

yourusername george pls take him, he's annoying me with photo of his 275423 cats alexalbon Y/N YOU LOVE MY CATS yourusername yeah ig i have to user3 i'm starting to think that these two have more than a friendship going on

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[caption: came threatened but this is actually a blast]

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yourusername alex i'm going to post something don't panic

alexalbon y/n i'm literally by your side tf are you texting

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yourusername woke up today and choose to be fearless. anyways, eras tour with my biiitch <3333 🤩🤩

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georgerussell63 everybody act surprised now!!

user1 OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

user2 this was sOOO UNEXPECTED LIKE WHAT???

user3 ARE WE GOING CRAZY WHAT IS THIS??

alexalbon OMG WHAAAT

yourusername not you idiot you should comment something cute about me alexalbon but you're not cute. actually, at all. you're a fucking menace yourusername minion.

landonorris FINALLY

maxverstappen1 thank god i was getting tired of thirdwheeling

charlesleclerc we all were yourusername oh shut up go kiss or something user4 THIS GIRL-

carlossainz55 congrats, mates

yourusername why are you congratulations us like alex is pregnant or something alexalbon y/n stop

logansargeant you should join us in the podcast the next episode 😊

yourusername OMG YESS I HAVE SO MANY SHIT TO TALK ABOUT ALEX alexalbon pls don't yourusername dw babe i won't!! (logan dm and we record it without him)

[meiluu]

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Drabble

Plagas!Leon/ Reader(AFAB) *not edited*

cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI

He needed you like he needed air, you were precious- irreplaceable. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and you were the biggest motivator to come back home while he was on his mission in Spain. Death had its bony fingers wrapped tight around him and it was only after he ripped apart Saddler and all of his little minions with their own ‘holy body’ did he finally feel deaths grasp loosen. Leon felt a surge of satisfaction at how he was able to resist Saddlers tries at controlling him, it brought him absolute joy watching as his face twisted up in confusion and anger at how Leon was stronger than him. But none of that mattered, all that mattered was seeing you in what felt like an eternity had passed. Leon had gotten the chance to clean and change his clothes, holding his duffle in his left hand he saw your car pull up into the airport parking. His whole body buzzed in a mixture of excitement and anticipation to what was to come.

Your intoxicating smell filled the air around him, and your sweet whimpers of pleasure were nothing short of a symphony to his ears. God you were so beautiful like this. Covered in his marks along with his cum smearing the insides of your thighs. He had done a good job fucking you dumb, reduced to nothing but moaning mess. This was the perfect opportunity to change you. Leaning down while still keeping his pace of his cock bullying into your cunt, he lets his canines elongate. Finding the spot where your neck and shoulder meet he sinks his teeth in as he feels the walls of your cunt squeezing and quivering around him as you orgasm for the umpteenth time tonight. A shocked cry of pain mixing with pleasure falls from your lips as Leon pushes parts of his plaga into you. A moment passes before he’s satisfied with his work, pulling back he can already see the faint black veins spreading from where he bit you. His own veins darken in response to yours his body trying to call out to yours- even though the process has just begun. “So beautiful, my good girl.” Voice rough with lust, his hands begin to massage and comfort your body while his once burning kisses now turn to soft loving one’s gently worshipping your tired body. Hopefully your transition will be quick- he couldn’t wait to see all of the changes that the plaga will bring to you.

This is kind of a continuation/ alternate version of my other plagas!leon Drabble lol, i am obsessed with this concept. I may write another Drabble that’s actually a continuation of this one, but that is tbd

[slasher-catcher]

Spider Rings - Ch.1

Art the Clown x Reader

(Originally posted on AO3 by Frothy-Frowns -- relax, that’s my NotSFW username, I’m not ripping someone else’s work, lol)

Summary: In cute, playful banter, you accidentally marry a strange monochromatic clown with cold eyes. Congrats! Best of luck to you on your honeymoon~

First chapter is SFW. The next one is NSFW and has two versions for either genitalia, depending on the reader’s preference. Absolutely NO minors, please.

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18 Pages/ 8,561 Words ... so, uh, a pretty lengthy read.

Warnings: ... none in this chapter really, other than Art being Art. So like.. mild stalking? General creepy vibes? Some good ol’ fluff. Accidental marriage. Maybe hinted unhealthy obsession. Swearing. This closely follows the beginning of Terrifier.

I completely threw away the whole bathroom scene because that man will NOT be getting any ass if he’s been rolling around like a dung beetle. We have SOME standards, damn. (Reader’s description isn’t enclosed, but I sorta wrote this with them being plus sized in mind, so do with that information what you will. Also Reader uses they/them pronouns.)

“I think I just twisted my ankle!” 

“Dawn, really?” Tara laughed in exasperation, propping the stumbling scarecrow girl up on her left, tucking her shoulder underneath her arm for support. Reader took to her right, snickering along with their drunken giggling. The little group had just left a rather rowdy Halloween party just down the street, slowly making their way towards Dawn’s car parked to the curb, a ways further than the line of cars of the fellow partygoers. 

The outing sure was… something, as far as Reader could say. Parties weren’t particularly their scene, but Dawn was pretty persistent when she wanted to be (which was often, unfortunately), and Tara may or may not have bribed them with the promise of Halloween treats that were sure to be there. Reader could still taste the sweet icing of the orange and black cupcakes on their tongue. The sugary confection was certainly more welcoming than the aftertaste of a poorly made candy corn jell-o shot, anyhow. 

The feverish night seemed to slowly simmer down to a chilly crawl the further the trio walked into the night, their chatter and clicking steps being the only sound in the hushed dark. Streetlights overhead lit the stretch of asphalt, concrete and their hair a mix of blinding white and cold orange, making their wriggling shadows seem a lot taller than what they really were. “Maybe ya wouldn’t have twisted it if you hadn’t gotten on top of that table,” Reader sighed, shaking their head and readjusting Dawn’s weight on their side. Dawn only shrugged her shoulders in dismissal, blonde hair bouncing with the movement. “And dance with clearance-isle Gru and his cluster-fuck of minions on the floor?? Hard pass, babe.”

Tara groaned in mock irritation, rolling her eyes.The print of her ribcage-designed top flashed a smidge in the cool lights every time she twisted a certain way. “Thanks a lot, by the way.”

“For what?” Dawn laughed.

  “For promising you weren’t gonna get shit faced tonight.”

The girl pulled an innocent face that neither Reader nor Tara believed. “Guys kept buying me drinks. I can’t help it if people find me interesting!” “Yeah, it was definitely your mind that they were after,” Reader snarked sarcastically, earning them a swift pinch on their shoulder before Dawn fully pulled her arm off of them, retrieving her phone from her patchwork pockets. Tara easily caught sight of the cell phone’s glow and twisted her head, trying to sneak a better peek. “Who’re you texting?” Dawn raised her nose high into the air and tucked the screen against her shoulder, hiding it away from her prying eyes. “None of your business!”

Reader’s eyebrow raised as Tara pulled away from under Dawn’s arm, leaving her to fully walk without both of their support. “You gave that asshole your number, didn’t you?” Tara asked accusingly, nearly scoffing in disbelief. In hindsight, she really shouldn’t be so surprised. This was Dawn they were talking about. The girl has zero restraint for most everything that comes her way.  

Dawn wagged a finger in her face back and forth mockingly. “Oh my god, you’re SO jealous.”

“Of what? That kid was talking to like, five other girls!” 

Reader rolled their eyes and gave their head another shake. They could hardly believe that anyone would want to give their number to the meatheaded viking guy that kept purposely spilling his sticky, watered down witches brew punch on nearly all the girls at the party for a chance to chat, but Dawn was just a different breed, they reckoned. It wasn’t too long until they finally reached their designated curb, slowing down their pace when the car came into view.

“Oh, stop being such a bitch, just get in the car.” Dawn scooted past the both of them to round the vehicle, only to be stopped mid stride by Tara taking hold of her wrist. “Oh, you are not driving.” 

Dawn dangled her car keys in her hand, letting them clink and clack, as if the gesture alone proved her sobriety. “I’m fine.” Tara wasn’t having any of it. The girl herself had thrown back the odd drink or three too, but at least she could walk a decently straight line without any assistance. Well… not much, anyway. Although, those Jekyll & Gins were beginning to talk back to her.

Nevertheless, she held her hand out to Dawn expectantly. “Give me the keys,” she demanded. 

Reader nudged past them to lean against the side of the car, arms folded across their chest as they watched the two throw a minor fight over the keys, patiently waiting for them to finish. The ends of their long, billowy black sleeves fluttered from the chilly breeze that flew past. Their fingers tippy-tapped against their arms, tongue idly prodding at the little extensions they stuck onto their canines. In all honesty they were pretty impressed that the fangs had stayed intact all throughout the night – they were certain when they were sticking them on that they would pop right off in the middle of the party. Hooray for little victories! While the little group hovered around the car, across the way were a man dressed from head to toe in a clown costume, trudging along. The steps he took in his rather large black shoes padded louder the closer he walked towards them. The black trash bag that was slung over his back crinkled when his gloved grip tightened around it. After what felt like an hour – but what was definitely only a few heavy seconds – Dawn finally caved, letting Tara take the keys from her hand and slumping back into the cool metal of the car. Reader frowned in disapproval, arms crossing a little tighter against their chest when Tara gave a little stumble of her own. “Really don’t think that’s such a good idea either, girly. You smell pretty flammable yourself.” “Then why don't you drive us, Reader?” Dawn released a long, drawn out groan, beginning to lean her weight more and more on the hood of her car. It seemed like all those poison apple martinis were finally dragging her down into a full stupor. Oh boy. They sighed and scratched awkwardly at the back of their neck, fingers catching on the black lace, jeweled choker wrapped snugly around it. They sure did hope they didn’t accidentally rub off the two little fang bite marks they dotted right above it with red marker. “You already know I can’t drive. Besides, my place is nearby. Can’t very well drive you home and make it back, D.” 

 The blonde scarecrow only gave an unintelligible drunken grumble under her breath at that. 

Tara groaned and stuffed the keys into her pocket. “Yeah you’re right, Reads. I’m fucking lit. But if I get something to eat, I can drive us, okay?”

Footsteps stopped more than a few meters away from the trio, crunching leaves silencing. The clown paused when their squabbling finally reached his ears, snapping him out of the set daze he had been in. With a frown he watched them from the shadows, as silent as the night around them. Pitch black eyes studied the three persons closely, as if memorizing their images for later.

“Did you say food?? Is there even a place that’s open late?” Dawn sat up a little from her perch on the hood, a light cringe stretched across her face. Reader nodded, sticking their thumb out and pointing it in one direction. “Well there’s a pizza place just ‘round here. Could give that a go, yeah? I can stay with you guys a tick longer until you get your bearings.” 

Tara gave a short nod at the suggestion. “Yeah, that’ll work fine. Come on D, let’s-”

“Okayokayokay. Just give me… one minute.” Dawn mumbled, holding up a hand as her eyes fell closed. Reader hummed with a little concern, biting their lip until just a little fang poked out over their black painted lips. As aggravating and nerve-wracking as Dawn could be, they certainly didn’t take much pleasure in seeing her aching like this. “Fuck me,” Tara groaned, throwing her head back in annoyance, black hair spilling across her face. “Like, one minute, for real.” Dawn pleaded softly before falling silent, needing a moment.  

The skeleton gave a sigh, shifting her weight until she stood comfortable enough to wait ‘one minute’ out. Her eyes began wandering around to take in the not-so-interesting scenery before they caught sight of someone in the shadows. Her brows furrowed as she stared at the tall, thin clown standing stock still, a rotten toothed grin stretched across his face and accented with heavy black grease paint as he stared right back at her. A chill shot down her spine.

“Take all the time you need, it’s okay.” Reader pulled their cross body bag a little closer, digging into it until they retrieved an unopened bottle of water and of ibuprofen, handing both it and the pills over to Dawn. The scarecrow didn’t hesitate to toss the medicine into her mouth and wash it down with heavy gulps of water, nodding a silent thank you towards them.

The vampire raised an eyebrow, snorting in amusement. “Y’know, I could have just handed you a couple of fentanyl and you took them without even looking at them. For shame, Dawn. For shame.” The water bottle crunched loudly as Dawn drained it empty, gasping when she finally pulled it away from her lips. “At this point I’m willing to suck twelve dicks if it meant my head would stop spinning.” Reader choked, barking out a surprised laugh. “Jesus christ you’re a hazard to society! Your mother must be proud.”

Dawn grinned, tossing the plastic bottle into her car carelessly. “Who do ya think taught me, Reads?”

And just like that, Reader’s laugh turned into a thread of strained wheezes, leaving them to clutch their stomach.

Neither friend noticed Tara’s stiff stance as she continued to lock eyes with the clown nervously. Her shoulders fully tensed up when the clown’s dark eyes released their grip onto Tara and darted swiftly over to land on Reader as soon as they began laughing at whatever they and Dawn were talking about.. A bead of sweat began to form on her brow from her rising anxiety. Just what was this guy's damage? “.. D. D, Reads, look.”

Prompted by her urgent hissing, they both turned their heads towards where she was staring. 

“Holy. Shit.” Dawn began laughing at the stranger in the shadows. Reader blinked, taken quite aback when their gaze fell onto the man in the shadows of the buildings, who already had such a piercing stare settled onto them. Not a shred of light seemed to reflect in his gaze. 

Did.. did he recognize them from somewhere?? He couldn’t have been at the party they just left, he was coming from the wrong direction. That, and Reader was pretty sure that they’d remember a unique face like his. The sharp, protruded cheekbones with an equally sharp chin that jutted out, a large hooked nose with a little black dot on the tip and heavy makeup lined around his eyes and mouth sure did stand out, even in the dark. They could tell that he certainly put a lot of work into his costume, and it definitely showed. 

They raised a hand and gave a polite little wave, their sleeve swaying with the movement. “Uh, hey there! Lovely night, isn’t it?” 

“Reader!!” Tara hissed and grabbed their waving wrist, tugging them back and making them give a little squeak in surprise. “That is not funny. I’m about to scream.” 

 Reader turned to look at Tara, face twisted in confusion as they rubbed at their wrist. “I.. I wasn’t jok-” 

“Heeeey, handsome!!” Dawn called out, waving widely to him, laughing loudly. “My friend wants your number!” “Dawn, cut it out,” Tara grimaced, looking back and forth between her heckling friend and the menacing stranger. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

Dawn disregarded her friend’s demand, always looking for a way to further stir the pot of trouble. “Come buy us dinner!!”

As the two quarreled, never did the clown’s piercing stare leave their vampire-dressed friend. A little trickle of worry began filling Reader when they realized that he never blinked once. Their hands slowly closed into one another, twisting with concern. Aw man, was he needing something? He seemed so unnaturally still. They took a short step towards him, tilting their head to the side. “Hey, um.. do you need help with something? Is it … your bag? I could help carr-” “Oh my god you guys, stop!” Tara’s breath got momentarily caught in her throat when Reader took a step closer towards that.. thing. Her hand shot out to once again grapple their friend and yank them closer, keeping her hand around their wrist. “Just shut the fuck up.” Their eyebrow twitched in annoyance with their friend, yanking their wrist out of her grip with a silent huff. Heaven forbid they manage to get one word in without her interrupting. “T, please. I was just saying hello. That’s not a crime.” “Maybe he’ll drive us home,” Dawn snarked at Tara, swiping the keys from her to dangle in front of her face. 

“Seriously you guys, I wanna leave. Now.” Tara deliberately looked away from the stranger, not being able to handle those ice cold eyes peering at them from the dark. Of a clown, of all things, a fucking clown. They gained some weird creeping Peeping Tom and he just HAD to be a clown.  

Reader pinched their brow in frustration before calling out to the lingering clown once again. “I’m sorry for my friends, sir, we…” When they had glanced back towards where he had been located, the shadows were bare. Their face creased with confusion and gave the whole street a quick look around, frowning lightly. “... where did he go??”

At their ominous words, Tara whipped back and glanced around as they had, feeling her anxiety increase tenfold. A sticky ball of dread began growing inside Tara’s belly, forcing her to nudge Dawn awake from her slouched, lethargic fog.  “Let’s go. Come on, let’s just go.” She tugged her off the car’s hood, pulling her along. Reader trudged along right behind them, arms beginning to hug around their center. The encounter succeeded in throwing them off their kilter a bit. The guy hadn’t even said a word and the girls had treated him so awkwardly. Oh, they could already tell that this will eat away at them for at least the next few nights.

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The large, brightly glowing sign that read PIZZA, WINES & LIQUOR buzzed over the pizza shop with a hum. Inside the shop, rock music accompanied both Tara and Reader as they sat together in one of the few booths provided in the small closure. Reader lightly swung their feet, keeping themself occupied by sipping on the drinks that were provided and carefully folding the napkins they plucked out of the table's dispenser. They hummed along with the overhead guitar solo as they slowly created a little origami creature. 

Tara leaned against the pale bricked wall of the inner booth, thumb sliding across her screen every couple of seconds. She was going through the reel of selfies that were taken at the party, many of the three friends laughing along and having fun. 

"Oh yeah? You dressed up?" At the main counter, the owner stood with a telephone pressed to the side of his face, rapping his knuckles against the counter as he spoke. "Oh, you sick fuck… where am I gonna go, back to my wife?" He replied as if whatever notion the person on the receiver had said was incredulous. 

Tara’s eyes pulled away from her screen and glanced over her shoulder at the pizza man, unimpressed with the one sided conversation. Out of curiosity she looked back at Reader to see if they too were listening in, but they seemed to be completely into their own little world. 

The man's chatter went on and Tara decided to sink herself back into the photo reel, until a brightly flashing red battery icon took over the screen, before it completely turned black. Her tired face reflected back at her. "Great." 

Almost as if summoned by the dying battery, Dawn’s heels clacked loudly on the tiled floor as she made her way back from the bathrooms, the toilet still running loudly in her wake. The restaurant phone began to ring once again in the background as she slid into the empty side of the booth, groaning in relief. 

"That was the longest piss I have ever taken." 

Tara placed her phone back into her pocket, sarcasm dripping off her reply. "Thank you for sharing that." 

Reader snickered under their breath, fangs poking out from their lip as a smile tugged on the corners of their mouth. "Charming as always, D." 

Dawn made a face at them before pulling her own phone out, scrolling through her notifications. "This guy wants me to meet him at his apartment right now." 

"What a shocker," Tara replied easily, taking a peek across the table at her phone, as if to read the message herself. 

Reader glanced up from their napkin, giving Dawn a raised eyebrow before returning to their folding and creasing. "Are you gonna do it?" 

The scarecrow shrugged, a mischievous smirk pulling at her lips. "I told him I would." 

That made Tara’s eyes snap back to their friend. "What??" 

Dawn pulled up from her phone with a roll of her eyes. Jesus, sometimes Tara’s nagging really grinded on her nerves. “I’m kidding. I have a little more self respect than that.” 

“If only you had a brain.” The skeleton replied, side eyeing their friend with a smirk, folding her thin arms and propping them on the table. Dawn sent a snarky face at her in response. “I’ve been wanting to use that one all night.”

“Congratulations,” she sneered saucily before tucking back into her phone screen. Just as the word had left her mouth, the door of the shop was tugged open with a clatter, doorbell tolling with a ding of the new arrival. The monochromatic clown that they had unofficially met in the street pulled his way through the door, trash bag sitting heavily over his back. 

Neither the scarecrow nor the vampire looked up, too preoccupied with their activities to take notice, but the skeleton sure did. The bell caught her ear and had her looking over, only to feel her heart drop hard at the sight of the clown. Her chest began hurting with rising anxiety when she saw that his seemingly soulless eyes instantly targeted and locked onto Reader as he made his way to the booth parallel to their own. He stuffed the trash bag in first, pushing it against the wall and sliding in after it. His gloved hands folded together and were placed onto the table before him, settling into a comfy position. His gaze never faltered. 

Tara took a slow, shuddery breath before nudging Reader’s side. “R.. Reader…”

 Reader’s eyebrow twitched, a little stamp of tongue sticking out from between their lips in concentration. After making one final crease, Reader finally sat back against their seat in triumph, lifting the folded napkin up off the table. In their hands sat a little bat, its wings stretched out wide. “Look! It’s a little baby! A stinky sky puppy!” They grinned, little fangs flashing. They turned towards Tara, holding the creation out in front of her. “Tadaa!” 

Tara shook her head, lazily swatting the napkin off their palm before taking their shoulder into her hand, pulling them closer to her. She tucked her face low, whispering into their ear. “That guy is back.” 

Reader blinked, frowning when she had slapped the origami creature out of their hand. Rude. 

It took a second longer for her words to register in their brain. “..Guy??” Prompted now, their head swiveled to the left and gave a surprised little jolt when the previously empty booth beside them was now preoccupied by the mystery man from the shadows. A shiver rolled down their back. Had he been staring at them the whole time? 

.. They found it a little concerning that they found that a little exciting.

The bat had smacked into Dawn, making her sputter and swat it away from her, looking up to make a comment on it, but paused when she noticed that both Tara and Reader were looking off to the side. She followed their gaze, and laughed. “Look, it’s your boyfriend~” She winked at the vampire before returning to her phone. 

Reader’s cheeks warmed a little at the teasing, but otherwise hadn’t looked away. They seemed to have entered a staring contest with the clown man. The rock music overhead still strummed along as their eyes stayed locked. They could already feel their own eyes beginning to sting. How could he go this long without blinking?? Honestly they were beginning to feel pretty impressed. Reader’s ears twitched as the sound of the shop owner’s voice sounded in the background, him talking to a new caller. “I told you this a week ago.” He spoke, tone irritable. “We’ll go to your mother’s…. I don’t know, six weeks from now.” 

The clown didn’t seem to notice anything else in his environment, fully focused on the vampire sitting across from him. Slowly, his head tilted to the side, gaze never breaking. Almost instantly, Reader did the same, head slowly tilting to the side, mirroring the stranger. Something about the exchange felt so … intimate. In a way that Reader could neither comprehend nor explain. A smile broke across their face. 

The clown stayed absolutely stationary, but Reader didn’t miss the way the black corner of his mouth twitched upward. 

The pizza man seemed to have finally taken notice of his newest customer and tugged the phone away from his face. “Ey I’ll be right with ya, buddy!” Not a second later he was mumbling back into the receiver, scoffing under his breath. “You gotta see the shape of this fuckin’ guy that just walked in.”

If the stranger had heard any of the man’s words, he didn’t give any indication that he had. He stayed, frozen in time, as still as a professional New Yorker statue performer. Which is why it made Reader jolt again in surprise when suddenly he sat rod straight in his seat, shoulders pulling back and flashing a bright grin at Reader. Were his teeth that red before?

The goofy face and the absurdity of the situation had Reader finally snapping. Their face cracked into a wide grin, fangs flashing brightly as they released a sudden burst of laughter, lifting a hand up to cover their teeth. The clown’s head tilted again, their odd reaction seeming to catch him off guard. His grin faltered for a moment, eyes searching the giggling vampire trying desperately to muffle their noise. Slowly, his red and black toothed grin stretched even wider, dark eyes crinkling as an actual authentic smile took over his face. Oh, he liked that reaction… he liked that a lot.

Tara had been keeping her eye set on the stranger as well, not trusting anything about him. Something was off about him, she just knew it. Reader’s sudden outburst of giggles made her damn near leap out of her skin in surprise, snapping to look their way. Did they not see it too? Even with the way he’s been just oogling them?? 

She dropped her hand back onto their shoulder, swiftly pulling them back to facing her. She lowered her head to them, aggravation etched heavily in both her expression and voice as she hissed to them. “Reads, stop it. He’s fucking creepy. You’re only making it worse!” 

The vampire only shook their head in dismissal, waving her off with a lighthearted smile. “Oh it’s fine, T. He’s just playing around.” 

“It’s creepy.” She repeated, not relenting.

“I think it’s pretty charming, really. Look!” When they both turned to look at the clown again, his position changed once again. His elbows were planted into his table, gloved hands had their fingers laced together for his pointed chin to settle right on top of them, smiling brightly at Reader as if he had been waiting for them to look at him again. Their pleased reaction made his grin widen just that much. Reader returned the toothy smile, cheeks warming under the heavy attention. It wasn’t something they were used to, and in most circumstances made them uncomfortable, but the way the monochromatic stranger looked at them so warmly had their chest doing.. something. Something they couldn’t quite put their finger on, but it sure did feel fluttery. Exciting. They easily fell back into another eye lock with the stranger, enjoying the silly faces he pulled, and the rather cute toothy smile. 

Tara gulped silently, painted lips twitching into a harder frown. Something was wrong about this. He was wrong. Everything about him was wrong. She didn’t like how his eyes bore so deeply into Reader. She shook her head, short black hair gently fluttering along with the movement. Reader’s second burst of giggling after the clown made yet another weird face – this time, he lifted a knuckle up to his large hooked nose and gave it a little cranking motion, sticking his nasty tongue out, face scrunched – made her shudder, arms wrapping around her middle. 

Almost miraculously, The scarecrow finally pulled her nose out from her phone screen again. Her brow furrowed as she took in Tara’s tense posture. “Are you okay?” She received no answer, and turned her head to follow their gaze to, surprise surprise, see that the clown was still upsetting her. Reader seemed fine enough, so why couldn’t she be?

Tara slowly pulled her eyes off of him to finally look back at her friend across the table, gaze hard. “I think we should get our food to go.” 

“Why?” Dawn frowned back, not at all pleased with the idea of leaving after they’ve just got settled down. She followed the skeleton’s stiff gaze as it flicked back across Reader and landed on the clown man once again.  “Him?” 

As far as Dawn could see, the guy was just a fucked up looking weirdo. Reader seemed into it enough, so what was the deal? She didn’t want to get up just because some ugly guy had the hots for their friend. She knew Tara could be a little protective of them – and her, on occasion – but jesus, sometimes too far was too far. 

“Seriously, I wanna leave.” 

An annoyance dripped off Dawn as she yanked her phone off the table and pulled out from the booth. “Jesus christ.” 

Tara’s heart dropped again that night, feeling a cold sweat forming as Dawn made her way to the clown. “D, stop.” 

She took no heed of Tara’s empty words as she stood in front of the guy. Despite her being literally right there in front of him, he seemed completely zeroed in on Reader, eyes not wavering for a millisecond off of them. God, this freak had it bad, huh. “Um, excuse me. Excuse me.” Dawn batted his arm. It was like she was just a gust of wind, because he didn’t acknowledge her existence. Or anything, for that matter, outside of Reader.

Reader blinked when Dawn scooted herself in front of the clown, brow raised in curiosity. What was she planning to do? They certainly hoped that she wasn’t planning to bully or embarrass him, as she was pretty known to do every so often. It’s not like he was doing anything wrong, so what was the problem?

The man didn’t seem to see a problem. Hell, his dark gaze stayed absolutely locked onto them, even with Dawn lowering her hand to hover right in his face and beginning to snap loudly not two inches away from his face. He didn’t even blink, painted lips tilted upward and eyes lidded lightly as he stared deep into their soul. It… made a shiver crawl down their body, though definitely not an unwelcome one. They swallowed, feeling the air between them become more and more intimate the longer his lidded eyes glued to them. Hoh boy. 

“Can I get a picture with you??” Dawn persisted, head tilting until it completely covered his eye’s path, golden hair falling from her shoulders and down in a curtain, further blocking his way. Reader suddenly took in a breath of air, not realizing that they had been holding it for the majority of their locked gazes. Had their heart been pounding in their chest this whole time?? Slowly they placed a hand over their chest, as if to steady the beating muscle.

Dawn’s light irritation grew when the clown’s gaze seemed to stare right through her, as if she were just air. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. 

“Dawn, come on.” Tara urged, hugging herself tighter.

“Shut up.” She waved her off like a pesky fly, trying to grab the clown’s attention again. “Hello? Helloooo??” She blinked in annoyance. Finally she reached out and grasped his closest arm, lifting it out of the way and dropping it over the back of his booth seat. “Okay, I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes.’” She surged forward, plopping herself right onto his thigh, moving to press her faux straw covered chest against his, making herself comfortable. Reader blinked in surprise at Dawn’s sudden invasion. They frowned at her, suddenly feeling heavily shameful at her intrusion of his personal space, as if they made her do it. “Jesus, Dawn! Sir I-I’m sorry, she’s..” Their words tapered off when his deep, dark eyes once again met theirs when Dawn took her seat on him, moving out of the way. They became flustered once again. Even with their rambunctious, personal-bubble-popping friend making herself cozy on his lap, his attention never faltered, never waned, never blinked. Reader felt their face beginning to heat up once again. Why did that make them feel so warm??

The scarecrow wiggled, making herself comfortable and preparing him for their photo shoot. She reached up and began tugging on the little black hat that sat on top of his head, purposely pulling until the string that held it in place around his head snapped against his face, hat dropping from her hold and tumbling to the floor. The pop from the string seemed to finally, finally break him of his concentrated gaze, slowly turning to look at the blonde who invaded his personal space. The lidded, pleased stare from before fell into something cold and unreadable, mouth falling flat. Tara shuddered at how quick his expression fell. 

“Uh, oh.” Dawn reached a hand up, tapping a finger on the tip of his hooked nose, right on the little black dot that sat there. “Sorry.” She batted her golden lashes at him innocently, not at all registering the cold, unimpressed glare he laid on her as she bent over, swiping the little hat off of the tiled floor and setting it right back onto his head. His head slowly lowered, glare seeming to get icier when she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and arch her chest up, pressing it right against his own as she posed. Her arm stretched out with her phone in hand, clicking as she began taking pictures with him. Her hair effectively covered half of his face, sticking to the white and black makeup.

Tara couldn’t believe Dawn, shaking her head in disapproval, hand reaching up to rub at her neck anxiously. Of course the outgoing brat would pull some shit like this, just to rub Tara’s fears and concerns right in her face. It was times like these that seriously made her question their friendship. 

Dawn pulled away from the camera to look back over to the clown, suddenly snatching his chin in her hand, squishing his prominent cheeks inward until his black painted lips puckered outward. Pleased, she turned back to the screen and puckered her own lips into a duck face, pressing the side of her face against his and taking two more pictures with him. He stared coldly into the camera. When the scarecrow decided that she’s had enough, she released his chin from her grasp, a fake smile flashing as she tapped his nose once again. “Thanks.” 

She pulled herself out of his lap without another word, returning to their booth. The man stayed frozen in the spot she maneuvered him in, arm still slung over the back of the booth, frown prominent. Reader frowned with concern. They knew Dawn could be a bit much, especially to people who weren’t already used to her antics. They hoped that the stranger wasn’t too upset with her forwardness. 

Tara fixed Dawn with an icy glare when she slid back into her seat. “What the hell is wrong with you??” 

Dawn grinned, already beginning to post the pictures onto her media. Her followers will definitely get a kick out of this weirdo. “What, didya think he was gonna hack me up into little pieces or something?” She scoffed, as if the very notion was ridiculous, thumbs tapping away. 

Reader sighed, raising a hand to rub their nose bridge. “D, really. Silence doesn't equal consent. You shouldn’t have done that, and you know it.” She rolled her eyes and sent a short sneer Reader’s way before burying back into her Instagram. “Not you too, now. Relax, it’s not like I fucked your little boyfriend or whatever.” 

Both Tara and they cringed and Dawn’s crude words. Jesus, she really had a way to make people uncomfortable.

By the time the pizza man had hung up on his call and made his way over to the clown, the mystery man had shifted back to his previous objective of fixing Reader with a rather smoldering stare, hands clasped together again and settled on the table. “What can I get for ya, buddy?” 

To nobody’s surprise, the clown didn’t answer or even acknowledge the shop keep, only keeping his eyes locked on Reader. They tilted their head once again, feeling warm under his gaze. Was it getting a little hot in here?? It was beginning to feel so bizarre, how his eyes could go from iceberg cold to blazing warm with just a mere glance.

The pizza man’s patience seemed to already be thinned by the previous calls, making his tone snap a little when he pressed further. “Hey. Hello?? If you don’t order anything, you’re gonna have to leave.” 

“You already have eight liiiikes~” Dawn tapped her phone screen with her nail, making a light clack, clack noise as she called over to the clown in a singsong voice. Her comments were already beginning to flood, asking about the creep. 

“Can you hear me in there?” The man pressed further, lowering himself until his face was eye to eye with the clown, trying to grasp his attention like Dawn had. But just like he had the scarecrow, his dark eyes zeroed right past the shop keep, as if locked into tunnel vision and Reader was the only focus. They shifted a little in their seat, biting their lip and studying the clown. Seconds later, the pizza man gave up, standing up straight and dropping his hands in exasperation. “Oh god, it’s gonna be a long night,” he grumbled, walking back into the kitchen. 

Reader’s eyes trailed after the shop keep as he walked off, before flicking back to the clown. They fumbled with their fingers a little, brows furrowed in concern. The poor guy must be so uncomfortable now, making them feel for him. They shuffled in their seat again, as if working themself up to talk to him. Finally, they found their nerves and opened their black painted lips. “Hey, um.. are you alright? Dawn can delete those pictures, if they make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry about all that.” 

“Tch, like hell I will,” the girl injected, scoffing. She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head, not bothering to pull up from her cellphone. “Everyone’s eating this shit up.” Reader’s eyebrow twitched in mild irritation, fingers tapping hard on the table before them in an attempt to relax themself. Maybe if their fingers wiggled around, they’d lose the sudden urge to wrap them around her throat.

The clown’s head tilted slightly to the side, eyes boring into theirs for a moment or two longer, before suddenly sliding out of his booth, standing up tall. They leaned back slightly, taken aback. They didn’t expect him to be so tall. Tara tensed beside them as they both watched the man approach one of the other empty booths. The table still had paper plates with crumbs and pizza crusts on it. In the middle lay a small pile of money, a dollar bill and coins for a tip. The clown looked over his shoulder at Reader and back at the table, as if making sure that they were watching him. And watch him they did, both confusion and curiosity painting their face. 

His dirty fingertips that were uncovered by the rest of his gloves reached down, pinchin the quarter off the table, and lifted it up. The overhead lights caught on its face, making the coin shine a little as he held it up for them to see. He then made a show of turning on his heel until they were facing his back, taking a knee in front of the toy capsule vending machine slots that sat right next to the entrance to the little shop. Reader leaned to the side, trying to see what he was doing. Tara only shook her head, squeezing her thin arms around herself as if for protection, sinking lower into the booth seat. 

The sound of the quarter slotting into the machine and the loud cranking of the knob made their eyebrows raise higher. Was he getting himself a toy?? 

The clown took a moment to crack open the capsule, plucking the item out of its container, before swiftly pulling himself up from the tiled floor. With a giddy smile, he nearly skipped his way back over to the trio’s booth before once again taking a knee, kneeling in front of Reader. Tara pressed herself against the pale brick wall in agitation. The man’s movements caught Dawn’s attention and she looked up from her screen, wanting to see what would happen next. 

He raised the toy up for Reader to see, other hand waving at it in a silent ‘tadaa!’ Between his index and thumb fingers rested a little ring, metal with two hearts stuck side by side. He grinned expectantly at Reader, gesturing to the ring.

Reader leaned further back into their booth seat, blinking in surprise. Was.. was this for them?? Oh, that was rather cute. Their face began warming again as their eyes flickered between the ring and the clown’s face, lips parted in silent question. From across the table Dawn snickered, not believing what she was seeing. “Aww.” 

“I-is that for me?” They asked shyly, lips beginning to quirk upward. 

The clown nodded gleefully, showing off the ring once more, before holding up a finger in a ‘hold on’ gesture. Before they knew it, the mysterious man was reaching out and taking their hand in his, making Reader’s breath catch in their throat. 

Tara’s shoulders lifted up, putting her own hands on top of the table’s surface. “What are you doing??”

  The clown paid no mind to her as he lifted up Reader’s hand with care. Another shiver ran down their spine when they realized just how much bigger his hand was compared to their own. Slowly, the clown slid the double hearted ring onto their ring finger, until it finally rested at the base of their digit. He held their hands a moment longer, as if admiring the metal adjourning their finger, rubbing his large thumb over it. With flourish he released their hand and waved his own around it, as if showcasing the little thing with pride. His head tilted to the side, smiling almost bashfully as his hands came down to clasp over his chest in adoration, eyes lidding. 

Reader’s face burned hot through the whole transaction, mouth fallen open. Oh, oh that was just precious. A bright, toothy smile stretched across their heated face, lifting their other hand to cover over their mouth, bashful. “Oh, oh my. This is so sudden. I do!” They giggled, eager to play along with the silly, silly man. Their words had him shimmying his shoulders almost shyly, red teeth glinting brightly under the lights. 

Suddenly Reader’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, just a sec!”

They pulled their cross body bag up into their lap, sticking their tongue out as they dug around for what they were looking for. The clown watched curiously, hands still pressed to his chest in endearment. Once they finally caught hold of what they were searching for, they smiled wider, pulling it out and holding it up for him to observe.

In their hold was a little plastic spider ring, one that they had collected off of the cupcakes they scarfed down at the party. They loved it when the treats had little garnish toys and picks, especially when they were silly little rings. Apparently holding onto the thing was a good decision, because the way the clown’s dark eyes lit up at the sight of it had their chest feeling that certain little fluttery warmth from before.

“Reads-” Tara began nervously from beside them, not liking this one bit. It was bad enough that the creep came over to initiate the act, but they didn’t have to encourage him! Reader paid her no mind as they carefully took hold of the clown’s hand, much like he had theirs. With a soft smile, they slid the ring onto his much larger finger. They couldn’t push it up very far, what with the rest of his glove stopping them, but it was on nonetheless. “See? Now we match!” 

Dawn was pressing her hands over her mouth, trying desperately to stifle her loud laughter and the absurd act that was taking place in front of her. The clown slowly retracted his hand to hold it up to his face, expression soft as he turned his hand in different angles, admiring the little plastic spider as if it were a three carat diamond ring. 

Reader smiled, pleased with the soft expression of happiness he held. “I know it’s not as fancy as mine, but I hope it’ll suffice?”

Their words seemed to snap the stranger out of his haze, blinking for the first time that night as he’s brought back from whatever he had been thinking. With flourish, he took hold of their hand once more, lowering himself further to press a kiss to their ring. Tara felt like she was about to be sick as the clown pressed kiss upon kiss on the little metal hearts, moving onto pressing his lips to their much smaller knuckles.

The vampire choked, sputtering at the sweet little kisses. Oh my god, oh my god that’s so cute??! Their face burned an entirely new shade of red and they began giggling in both bashfulness and disbelief, laughing harder when the clown began kissing up their hand and slowly making his way up their arm. 

He never ceased and didn’t seem like he would, lacing his fingers with theirs and trailing his lips up their sleeved arm to their shoulder, trying not to smile too hard as he did so. Their laughter cracked into a gasp at the feeling of his lips landing on their uncovered collar bone, lips leaving a black smudge in his wake. Oh shit, oh fuck, when did it get so damn HOT in here???

“Hey, you can’t-!” Tara sat up straight, wrapping her hands around Reader’s arm closest to her and yanking them towards her, pulling them away from his creepy attacks. They gave a surprised yelp at the sudden interruption, whipping back to look at Tara. The clown’s curved eyebrows shot up high when they were pulled away from his grasp, parted lips suddenly pulling into a snarl. He slowly pulled up from his knees and stood ramrod straight, staring over Reader’s head at Tara, fixing her with the chilliest, most hateful glare she had ever been given. Her eyes widened in fear. 

“Oh shit??” Dawn choked, fumbling with her phone in her hands, quickly swiping until her camera was pulled up. If any drama was going to go down, she’d be damned if she didn’t record it! 

“Ey, what seems to be the problem ov-” The pizza man returned, hands holding paper plates of large slices of pizza. The clown’s threatening, towering stance and nasty bearing teeth had him pausing. “Oh hell no, I don’t think so, pal!” 

The shopkeeper plopped the plates onto the booth table behind them before gripping onto the clown, grabbing fistfulls of the back of his black and white costume and forcefully shoving him towards the front of the restaurant. “Fuckin’ FREAK! Get outta here!”

The trio all watched, wide eyed as the much shorter man shoved the clown out of the door, bell dinging as the clown stumbled into the street, whipping around in anger. The man quickly stepped back to snatch up the black trash bag that had sat in the booth, tossing it out with the clown. “Take your shit and don’t come back!”

Tara felt immensely better without having the creep hovering around them, but Reader stared through the glass door at their silly clown, hands clutching onto the front of their chest. What had happened?? They just looked away for a moment, what could the clown have possibly done to warrant such a forced leave?? They were just playing around, that wasn’t bad, was it? Their shoulders fell, unsure of what to even think. 

The clown stood fuming, fists clenched tightly into balls at his side. His head snapped back to glare through the glass, but fell short when Reader’s crestfallen face caught his eye. His shoulders and hands slowly released their tension as he met their searching eyes. 

Slowly he lifted both of his gloved hands up, pressing them against the cool glass and leaned his face in. Reader watched, brows beginning to knit together, lips parting. Just what was he planning to do? He couldn’t come back in.

Reader’s mental question was quickly answered as the clown’s tongue fell out of his opened maw, and slowly dragged it up the glass, hot breath fogging around the muscle’s path. His wide eyes stayed locked onto theirs the whole time, pulling back only to repeat, running his tongue slowly up the glass. 

Their jaw fell completely open, face feeling so hot that the color was surely spreading to their ears and down their chest. Not once did they look away. They couldn’t. Not with how heavy his gaze had gotten. Not with the way his chest seemed to heave up and down as he breathed heavily. Not with the way his fingers gripped hard against the glass, as if struggling hard not to just rip the thing open to enter again. Not with the way he licked the glass like he wanted to do it to them.

They swallowed thickly, lifting their hand up to attempt to cover their flustered face, but it was much too late. The clown’s mouth twisted into a hungry grin. He already saw it. 

And boy did he seem to like it.

“I said GET! GET OUTTA HERE!!” The man whipped back around when he noticed the trio still staring at the door. The man’s face grew a ruddy color as he grew angry. “I’ll call the police, freak!” 

Slowly, oh so slowly, the clown removed his fingertips from the glass, pulling himself away from the door. He momentarily broke eye contact to haul the hefty black bag over his shoulders. When he looked back at Reader, he gave a toothy smirk and a saucy wink, fingers wiggling in a wave goodbye as he slowly left their eyesight.

“... Holy shit,” The scarecrow bursted out laughing, smacking the table. “Oh my GOD, that guy was obviously turned on by you!” 

Tara finally sat up properly in the booth for the first time in what felt like hours, releasing a long breath and glaring heatedly at Dawn. “You’re fucking sick, you know that? That was insane. Insane! Right, Reads?” 

Reader didn’t reply, staring at the wet strip on the door. They rubbed their cheeks bashfully, looking off to the side. Wow, what a night.

“You three okay?” The pizza man grabbed the paper plates from the other table, placing them in front of the trio. Dawn wasn’t hesitant to swipe her plate, beginning to fold her piece. “Oh, he’s harmless.” 

Tara paused, but eventually gave a short nod, beginning to pick at her pizza’s toppings. 

The man placed his hands on his hips, looking down at the vampire. “You okay?” 

Reader fingered the little double hearted ring that still sat on their finger, nodding absentmindedly. That seemed to please the man well enough as he patted the back of their booth comfortingly. “Don’t worry ‘bout him, he won’t be comin’ back. I’ll make sure of that.” 

The vampire hummed emptily at his words, not really feeling much comfort from them. They.. they really liked the silly clown guy. It was a shame that they couldn’t get to know him a little better. Now they’d probably never see him again. That thought alone had them sighing silently, propping their head up in their hand, leaning on the table disheartenedly. Tara side eyed them curiously, picking off bits of her slices and chewing them.

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“And you’re sure you’ll be fine heading back by yourself?” Tara asked persistently, giving Reader a searching look, as if looking for any reason to walk them home. Lord knows they didn’t need another Halloween freak tailing after them like a lovesick dog. 

Reader laughed quietly, patting her arm reassuringly. “Yes, mom. Seriously, I’m solid. My place is just a block away. You should worry about getting home yourselves.” 

Dawn tucked her phone back into her patchwork pocket, stretching her arms high above her arms. “We’ll be fiiiiine. We’ll even text ya when we get there.” “That might be a little tough, considering my phone died a couple minutes ago,” they winced, smiling strainely. “I’ll put it on charge when I get home. G’night, guys!” 

“See ya, babes.” Tara and Dawn parted, beginning their trek back to their ride. Reader let out a tired sigh and turned the opposite direction, walking down the sidewalk. The walk back wasn’t very difficult, but it did sting a bit from being in their pinching shoes all night. A bad decision on their end, really.

They climbed the steps to their apartment and paused at the door, sliding their hand into their bag to fish for their keys. They blinked in surprise when their fingers clacked against something.. rectangular?? 

Curiously, they grabbed hold of the thing and pulled it out, baffled.

  When the hell did a VHS tape end up in their bag??

The next chapter(s) are still being worked on. I’m unsure when they’ll finally be finished, but just know that they ARE being worked on. I’m just trying to make it a nice, long read. I haven’t seen Terrifier 2, so if I write something in the next chapter that seems off with the new info, that’s why. I’m too short on muns right now from moving into my new apartment to go see the movie. (And boy lemme tell you just how SAD I am about it ;;;; )

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4 MINUTES Theories (Trailer + Teaser)

As promised, it’s theory time!

Since this show is written by Sammon (whose work I love and always have many theories about), it would be fun to write down my theories and see how they hold up throughout the series (and see how terribly wrong I’ve been the entire time, lol).

(And it will help me keep track of my theories, which is great for my terrible memory.)

So, with the trailer, the teaser, and the promotional posters in mind, let’s dive into a summary of the plot we’ve gotten so far before I share my theories.

Plot Summary From the Trailer and Teaser

So far, what I can tell about the story is that Great (Bible) sees 4 minutes ahead of time (obviously). (I’m not sure if it includes moments he wants to see, moments that might have a specific significance to him, or if it’s just random moments he sees ahead of time. I’m leaning toward moments that might have significance to him. Perhaps moments that might help him redeem himself for a past mistake/transgression.)

Great runs someone over with his car, which may or may not have been the trigger for his visions. It could also be one of his visions itself.

In the teaser, Great mentions that the doctor he sees (most likely a neurologist who might shed some light on his condition, considering we’ve seen images of brain scans), is arranging for him to meet with someone who has a similar condition (I have theories about who this might be).

Great also mentions that he often sees a clock that stops at 11.01.

Tyme (Jes) seems to be a doctor of some sort. I don’t think he’s the neurologist Great is seeing for his condition. Instead, it seems like Tyme is talking to a neurologist about someone who sees things that don't exist (which could be Great, but it could also be the other patient with a similar condition).

Then we have some moments of Great and Tyme being together in (what looks like) the countryside.

And then we have flashes of their sexy time, which isn’t only Great and Tyme but other characters strewn in there as well. So, there will be more than one relationship/situationship in the series.

Now, let’s get into the theories.

Theories for Days

The Characters

Let’s start with the characters and their individual posters.

We basically know who Great and Tyme are, and the similar backgrounds in their posters show that they’re connected, so I’ll focus on the others for now before I get into more theories about these two.

Based on the posters alone and the little info we got in the trailer and teaser, I believe Korn (Bas) is the bad guy, which I’m basing off his vibe both in the poster and the short moment we got of him in the trailer, while Title (Jet) might be involved with him somehow. That’s based on their similar-looking poster backgrounds. Also, Korn wears a snazzy suit while Title wears Dolce & Gabbana. I’m leaning towards brothers even though it can be a boss/minion type of relationship as well. They are also the only ones in the posters who are looking to the side rather than into the camera. They’re definitely hiding something.

Then there’s Tonkla (Fuaiz) who looks like he’s standing in front of a target. Is he a hitman or is he the target someone’s aiming at? He’s basically got a target on his back, doesn't he?

Win (JJay) has contrasting colors (red and green) in his background. He might be someone who has to battle with some contrasting, opposing forces (internal and/or external). If they continue with the DFF pairs, he will be involved with Tonkla (but I honestly have no idea if the one JJay is kissing in the trailer is Fuaiz, it's difficult for me to see).

Then we have Fasai (Natty) and thank every fucking higher power that we have a woman in the cast. She’s the only one who doesn’t have red in her background (even though there is a hint of it in the bottom left). Her background is blue (I’ll dive deeper into this below). It looks like water with trees reflecting on its surface, but it could also be a crumbling background that reveals the blue.

Den (Job) is most likely the neurologist based on the brain scans on the background in his poster. So, he and Tyme are coworkers but probably friends as well. I don’t know why, but wouldn’t it be wild if Den has a situationship with Korn? I wouldn’t mind this even if Korn is the bad guy. Den can use that time to infiltrate Korn’s whole life and get inside info. (Give it to me!)

And last, but definitely not least, we have Dome (Mio) who has a blank background. He might be a mystery person operating under the radar without showing his true alliance until the end. He might be the person Great runs over in the teaser and suffers memory loss. Or, he might be Great’s younger brother (just because I want him to be) and the blank background is just there to mess with my head. Either way, I’m keeping my eyes on him.

Another interesting thing about the posters is that they all wear dark or light or a mix of both. Tyme, Den, and Tonkla wear dark shirts, Korn and Title wear dark jackets and white shirts, Fasai and Dome wear white, while Great and Win are the only ones who wear something light mingled with dark.

In Great’s case, he has a dark shirt, but his jacket is in a light color with dark stripes, while Win wears lighter colors but the outer garment is interwoven with darker threads, which pulls it a little towards the gray side.

What’s my conclusion about this? That Great and Win might be brothers and that they will butt heads from time to time. (If I can’t get Bible and Mio playing brothers, Great and Win might be my second-best choice.)

Colors (and Symbolism)

There’s no way I would write about my theories without including my thoughts on the colors, so here we are.

I’ve already written about the black and white clothes in the promotional posters. But black and white show up in the trailer as well, where Great is often in lighter colors while Tyme is in darker colors. I’m sure this means we’ll see Great and Tyme contrast each other personality-wise (perhaps on a moral level as well).

(Others are more well-versed than I am in the whole black/white, seme/uke connection, so I won’t go into that.)

I’ve previously mentioned that water might have some significance in the show.

Water is often connected to the color blue, emotions, cleansing, a natural rhythm, reflection, etc.

There are both positive and negative symbolism connected to practically everything, including water and the color blue. Blue can symbolize serenity (tranquil water) and the unknown (the deep blue sea). Water can also be a source of truth (its reflective surface) and uncontrollable emotions (stormy seas).

I got the feeling that the water connects Great and Tyme. Every time water is shown in the trailer, they are either together, seem to talk to each other, or Tyme calls out for Great.

It might also be that Great (and potentially Tyme) is connected to our mystery lady, Fasai, considering her blue background in her poster. And if I’m to guess, I believe she might be the one with a condition similar to Great's. That’s solely based on the blue in her poster and the woman in that red room with the clock (I’ll come back to this in a moment).

Something is going on beneath the surface, that’s for sure, and I have a feeling the story will get emotional.

I previously mentioned that red also seems to have some significance.

There are the numbers on the elevator, the red car, the red light, a red umbrella blowing in the wind, and even a red room (which I’ll get back to in a moment).

Red is often connected to fire, strength, and passion, but it’s also connected to anxiety.

Red often shows up around Great, especially in the form of light.

It also shows up in this red room where the numbers say 04:00 and (what I believe to be) Fasai sitting on a bed with images of brain scans shining down on her (which includes a light that looks blue, btw).

If that is her, I believe she might be locked up in that room because of her ability to see what happens in the future. For that reason, I believe she has some connection with Korn. She might be his sister. And she might be locked up for trying to stop Korn from doing something bad, or because she didn't want him to use her ability for his own purposes.

But, back to the red…

It’s interesting that red shows up together with clocks more than once, but I believe it’s because Great is anxious about his ability to see 4 minutes into the future. Time has become a source of anxiety for him, whereby the red shows up in connection to time (at least in the trailer).

I also have a theory that the red light might indicate that Great is in a kind of dream world (or entering said world). We see him wake up from a dream in the trailer, and there’s no longer any red in sight, which is in contrast to the image above.

Besides the blue and red, there’s also a lot of yellow in the trailer (especially in all the intimate scenes, no matter which characters are involved), and some green (especially in the countryside scenes with Great and Tyme). (I might, or most likely will, write about these colors in a separate post when the show is airing.)

Even though I don’t have any major theories about these colors right now, I do want to mention them because that means we have the primaries (yellow, red, and blue) as well as green. That also means that we might not only get the contrast between dark and light but also the contrast in temperature. The cold (blue and green) against the warm (yellow and red). Color me intrigued.

Let’s move on to some other theories I have.

Tattoos

I’ve previously mentioned the rune tattoos, which someone in the comments to that post made me aware of are Bible’s real tattoos (and I reacted to that here in a comment that was sent to me about this as well). But I still want to keep those theories a little longer (until they show me the tattoos have nothing to do with the show) because they were displayed so prominently. So, let me be a bit delulu for a while longer until they tell me I’m wrong (and learning from my time with DFF, and still being in the clown car believing Non is alive, you can count on me being delulu about the tattoos even after I’ve been told they have no significance).

Adding to what I wrote in that post, my theory is that the tattoos have something to do with the story. Perhaps they’re connected to Great’s power, perhaps they’re connecting him to another character (maybe Fasai or a possible brother), perhaps they only show up when he’s ahead of time before he’s thrown back again (I know, delulu as fuck, but I choose to be delulu about this).

Great’s Powers

Since my theory is that Korn is the bad guy (who holds Fasai locked up in that red room), he might find out about Great's abilities to see the future, which leads to Great also becoming Korn’s target just like Fasai.

Or, perhaps Great will help Fasai escape that room after finding out about their similar abilities and ends up becoming Korn’s target for that reason.

I think that Great’s powers also have something to do with him seeing the clock get stuck at 11:01.

Something clearly happens at that time (or, at least, it has some significance). My theory is that Great hit the person with his car at 11:01 (or they died at 11:01) and that’s why he sees clocks stopping at that time.

It could also be that his visions start at 11:01. So he might see 4 minutes ahead of time twice every day (because I don’t think they’re using a 24-hour clock).

Someone Will Die/Fake Their Death

Since this is a Sammon story, I’m sure someone will die/fake their death.

There was blood in the trailer (which may or may not have been fatal), a body bag (at least that's what I think it is), and an actual body lying there lifeless (the person Great hit with his car).

And let’s not forget that there are guns involved since we saw Tyme pointing one at a place/someone in front of him.

There’s a high likelihood that the person Great hit with his car dies (Great might try to cover this up, which might trigger his ability to see into the future). But it can also be that they need to fake Great’s death so that Korn believes he’s gone.

Sammon has killed characters before (both to kill them off and to fake their deaths), sometimes over and over again, and she’s done so in different ways. So, perhaps this time she’ll go Pit Babe-style and try out a medically induced death to trick everyone. Since Tyme is some type of doctor, he can probably make it happen (if it is medically possible, of course).

Summary

Those are the theories I have so far. So, let’s recap (I’m adding this summary of all my theories to make it easier for myself to find everything when the show airs):

The moments Great sees ahead of time are moments that might help him redeem himself from a past mistake/transgression.

The car accident is the trigger for Great’s visions.

Korn is the bad guy.

Title is involved with Korn (might be brothers or boss/minion).

Tonkla has a target on his back.

Win is battling some contrasting, opposing forces (internal and/or external).

Den is a neurologist and friends with Tyme.

Den has a situationship with Korn. (Please make this happen! lol)

Dome is a mystery person operating under the radar without showing his true alliance until the end.

Great and Win are brothers who will butt heads from time to time.

Fasai is the other character with a condition similar to Great’s.

Fasai is locked up and has a connection with Korn (who locked her up).

Great sometimes enter a kind of dream world.

Great’s (Bible’s) tattoos have something to do with the story. (Because I refuse to believe otherwise! lol)

Great becomes Korn’s target because he can see ahead of time.

Great hit the person with his car at 11:01 (or they died at 11:01) and that’s why he sees clocks stopping at that time.

11:01 is when Great can see 4 minutes into the future.

Someone will die/fake their death.

Well, if that isn’t delulu, I don’t know what is. Now, give me the show so I can see how wrong I am!

(Is it the 26th yet?)

[grucylover]

Thoughts on DM3. Don’t hate me. 😂

DM3 was not a bad film, I have seen a lot worse and I even went to see it at the cinema a few times. I’d rate it a 6/7 out of ten.

The problem was with it, it felt outdated with an 80s obsessed villian. Don’t get me wrong, I think Bratt is a great idea and I get the concept of it but just maybe with his own film, not in DM.

Aswell, I felt they took a lot of things away from us that were just getting started.

- Agnes sold Fluffy the unicorn though in DM2 she would have screamed the house down if anything happened to him and he was such a big part of the merch. But no, gone, sold to some lil blonde.

- We didn’t see much of Grus freeze-ray nor his tank of a car. - not a big deal but these lil things make the film what it is.

-There was no Fred. - again like the point above. I would have also have liked to have seen Jillian, I thought she was a great and (annoying) addition to DM2.

-Gru didn’t really bother with the girls or interact with any of them, well a part from Agnes. He didn’t even put them to bed like he used to and just left Lucy to do it all. He didn’t really seem supportive of her with her trying to be a mum I thought. If that was my husband I would have kicked his arse lol!

- Margo got engaged to some weird kid and Gru was nowhere to be seen but in DM2 he was this overprotective dad that would have broke his nose or something lol! I know Lucy had it in hand but…..ya know. I wanted to see the overprotective dad mode.

- We didn’t see much of the house which we seen a lot of in DM1/2 and I thought that was such a shame. Why couldn’t Dru just come to Grus house or something lol

- I disliked how the writers wrote out Dr Nefario (we won’t mention the actors name and no one would of cared if someone else was voicing him) but what a lazy way to just freeze him in carbinite. Gru didn’t really seem that upset over it though the Dr had been like a dad to him. Like ?????

- Dru wasn’t bad, it was kinda nice seeing Gru have some male company as if he was down the pub with a mate but I also found it odd they had all of a sudden put on him the temptation to go back to villainy when in DM2 he had that temptation but he wasn’t interested in the slightest. He just wanted to be a father, get a job, get his girl and that was it. Every scene was perfect, the actors, writers etc put all there heart and soul into it and you couldn’t have put anymore into it really, even if you tried. Gru was really at his peak in DM2. Maybe I’ve got it wrong. Idkkkk.

- I didn’t mind the Minions and personally I never do, I think they just add to the film and I don’t find them annoying. I actually liked the prison scene, I thought that was a pretty good idea tbh.

It even felt like at times the animated characters didn’t want to even be doing the storyline in DM3. 😂

3 obviously made a lot of money because everyone was still hyped around DM2 but came out of the cinema or wherever they first watched it empty handed.

Yes it’s ok chucking in a scene here and there with a treehouse or an Agnes and Gru moment to put in some heart but it was almost forced. The writers said themselves they struggled and just wrote for themselves which I found really sad as there is so much you can do with this franchise I think.

I’m ngl, I am a bit nervous about DM4 as I think this will be its last chance to survive but the trailer looks amazing and I’m already won over by the baby Gru Jr. I wanted them to have a baby in DM3!!!!! Really DM4 should have been 3.

Should have rhey aged the girls up. Yes and no. Maybe a bit? Tbh personally, I don’t really care. It keeps there innocence but I would like to see Gru bonding with them again.

It wasn’t all bad though, I liked Lucy trying to be a mom and the animation has definitely stepped up a notch to the point that Gru is pale AF now and they all look a bit different. Aswell the actors, Carell, Kristin did a great job as always.

This is all my own opinion so don’t come at me 🤣.

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

sam wilson x teen!reader headcanons

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 634

request: yes / no

original request: omg hi!! i absolutely adore your writing 💕 would you be open to doing some headcanons for sam wilson and a teen!reader? have a wonderful day, love <;33

dynamic: sam wilson x teen!reader

characters: sam wilson, reader

a/n: heh inspiration struck so two in one day it is 😈😈 i LOVED writing this request omg. i'm totally obsessed w/ sam wilson so i was sooo happy this was requested!! ty anon :D

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sam gives such older brother vibes to me

like no matter how old u are he’ll always treat you like a little sibling

well he and bucky both

at this point they’re a package deal

a lot of ur time is spent settling their argument

“hey, y/n. who pulls off this hat the best?”

“y/n!!! pancakes or waffles??”

“y/n tell bucky he’s wrong.”

theres a lot of that LMAO

anyways i feel like he would make u do stuff with him

like fun little adventures

y’all learned to crochet together

and u were pretty good ngl

but poor sam kept missing stiches

you made little frogs and his looked not rly like a frog

but u loved it anyway ofc

the two of you usually do grocery runs together

that’s like high time for ur gossip 😏

i mean guys this is sam wilson

he def knows a LOT of stuff

but he’s really engaged with like ur school & home life

he always makes sure ur ok

he is totally the type to text and call regularly

he would go to ur parent teacher conferences if u needed him to

and then he’d tell u all his thoughts about the teacher after 😭 

he’s rly perceptive with emotions

i mean he was a therapist like what do u expect

but whenever he senses ur down he’ll do something really nice

and like cook u something

bc sam can COOK

like COOK

and he’ll try to make you laugh

which always works because he’s actually hilarious

speaking of he’s so funny on missions too

he’s always talking on the earpieces and like he’ll just say the funniest stuff

and he swears like a sailor JUST SAYING 🤪

he’s so the type to swear in front of you all the time but then the moment u swear he’s like “what did you say 🤨🤨”

also he always is asking u fashion advice

“ok y/n. blue shirt red pants? or red shirt blue pants?”

“sam do you really want to look like one fish two fish red fish blue fish”

“yeah i guess you’re right 😞”

he always acts sad and then the moment you feel bad he’s like “GOTCHA 😜”

also whenever he’s away he’ll send you a ton of pictures

a lot of them are selfies of him and bucky and steve 

and they’re so funny

like he’s not trying to be funny but he literally is like a facebook minion meme mom

oh also no offense to him but he’s an AWFUL driver 😭 

like he goes way too fast and his music is so loud

but he lets u choose it so u don’t mind 🤩

it’s always kind of fun going in the car with him

you always text natasha a picture of u with him in the driver’s seat in the background and you say “if i die u know why”

and she just goes “have fun”

lol

you and him go on runs together

and that’s rly fun

well ok ik running is hard

but as a runner its sooo much more fun suffering through it with someone else 🥳

whenever u run u do that like shareplay thing on spotify

and he always judges ur music like 😑

ok mr “i listen to the same album for like five months in a row”

oh he is so the type to take u on like one on one lunches and stuff

i think that’s smth the avengers would do with their younger members to make sure they’re alright

and he always does it with u bc ur best friends ofc ‼️

y’all are so petty to each other

but u do really think the world of him

and he thinks the world of you too 🫶

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[nonexistent-triangle]

OK A TUMBLR MILESTONE SOMEONE SENT ME HATE FOR THE FIRST TIME

now this may not be the classical anon hate you've come to expect from a tumblr inbox, no this is something far more novel.

ten out of ten hate attempt i love their choice of phrases. the "why are you mentally challenged" definitely sounded real strong in their brain, all like "oh this is gonna trigger them" (and yes i guarantee you hed think of it in those terms). the writer, deep in their vision of Really sticking it to me for whatever perceived offense i've supposedly committed failed to realize that saying "why are you mentally challenged" makes them sound like an a self described anti sjw blog from the depths of 2012, but the thing in messages shifts that timeframe a bit. "you need an education and some logic" girl are you aware you sound like you just emerged from a time capsule designed to preserve what right wing teenage boys from 2018 looked like. bro is sounding like he watches "ben shapiro destroys liberals with facts and logic compilation 32" for nostalgia. i love the minion gif too, its the perfect thing that cap off this up this clown car crash of trying to send me hate. can you imagine him, out there on a brisk 30 minutes after midnight, in bed on a smartphone, having just finished up setting up his new tumblr account, having just written the ask and the message being like. "hm. you know what will make this even more devastating. if i share a post of a minions laughing gif posted online by an a self proclaimed 1970 born war veteran alpha male." (not joking i clicked on it to find where he got the post from and it was . that fucking thing. lol.) in the end this is hilarious, and welcome, in the sense that i got a good laugh out of it. i might print it off and frame it as the first time someones had a good go at sending me hate on tumblr.

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

“amazing…*laugh*…beauty…beautiful!…bounty…bountiful!…fritatas…I feel very lucky” that fancy degree from NYU coming in full swing along with that thesaurus she must have gotten from one of her many favorite bookstores in Austin.

Lol! Thank you for bringing this up. I have so many thoughts that go unposted because I’m like, “nah, that’s too much, let that one go.” And then they stay in the drafts.

But since we’re here!! 🤣

Yes, watch our gal as she struggles with the basic directions and then reminds us that she’s not on the call sheet because of any grand effort. Luck…nepotism…same difference, right?! “I feel very lucky.” …so valid.

Also of note for the Extra Petty among us: Gen was an afterthought as evidenced by everyone else being filmed on set and Gen coming atcha from her car. Can’t forget the boss’ wife! And Charlie would never. Big thanks to Charlie for filling her in on the frittata joke so she looks like she belongs.

Bonus points to the co-stars who gave up their social media passwords to Charlie for the sake of cross-posting the promo:

Look, I don’t mean to be cynical, but if anyone knows of any other way for this “Collaborator” title to occur with simultaneous postings, please let me know. I’m just here to remind you that social media managers exist and that not everything you see is 100% genuine. Somebody’s minion could be posting terrible puns to your fav’s account because that’s his literal job.

[andguesswhat]

The shield that you own - 2 -

*

After stepping out of the shower, Jack dried himself roughly, tied the towel around his hips and went to the desk at the window to have a look on his phone if something had occurred and he was needed. But only a message from his little sister Sarah blinked.

I saw you pining over him. Shouldn't you be watching the fans instead?

Although Jack was aware that it wasn't good if anyone looking could see his feelings for Tim and that he should urgently admonish himself to restrain his reactions on the red carpet, he had to smile. He liked Sarah's dry remarks. Ever since he started working for Tim regularly, she had been his constant critical commentator. His CCC, as he had taken to calling her.

He looked at the "evidence photos and videos" from the premiere in Mexico city that Sarah had sent along.

Tim had been given a wrestling mask by a fan, tried it on straight away and posed with it. It was adorable. What was he supposed to do? How could you not smile at that?

In another photo in a different situation, however, it was not quite as clear how he could talk his way out of it.

Jack sighed and scrolled up to Sarah's last message, a few days earlier, which he hadn't replied to either.

LOL Are you his minion now, his boom box carrier? Was that part of your training too?

A picture showed him walking next to Tim carrying Tim's boom box on their way to the Jimmy Kimmel studio. Loud music was Tim's constant companion in cars and dressing rooms. Jack found it endearing, and he didn’t think it was a big deal that he was the one carrying the box, it was part of his job.

But Sarah declined to see these things, instead warned him to let himself be exploited. Although she was the little sister, she saw it as her job to mentally protect her big brother, who in her opinion was ‘far too nice for this world’.

Jack knew she meant it well. In the end it was kind of funny because she was basically the reason why Jack had become a bodyguard. Because he had always protected her.

As a teen, Sarah had taken just as much pleasure in being rebellious as now, which had gotten her into trouble more than once.

When Jack, as her 10-year-old older brother, had first been involuntarily instructed by their mother to look after her, he had quickly realized that he enjoyed it. He had realized that he was good at it, protecting someone, staying calm in troubled and difficult situations. Staying firm. And taking action when necessary.

Today, Sarah was still too rebellious to not getting into trouble, but by now she was old enough and had learned to look after herself.

Jack looked out of his hotel room window over the rooftops of Paris in the afternoon sun.

The next premiere was coming up.

The morning had gone well, the cast had had fun with their interviews. They would make good publicity.

Tim was always a bit different in Paris. Somehow more Frenchy, Jack would say and Tim would laugh at him for that.

But it was true, Tim spoke more elegantly in Paris. His lips and tongue adapted to the flattering language, but he also expressed himself more selectively in English.

He also dressed more elegantly. Jack was curious about Tim's outfit for tonight and he was looking forward to the evening.

Only Tim's flirting with Austin was a thorn in his side. Although he knew it shouldn’t.

He liked Austin. He got on well with him.

In a perfidious way, he even liked it when Tim flirted with him. Because Tim laughed a lot then and looked happy. And that was the most important thing, wasn't it?

He knew Sarah would hate him for that attitude. "Please for fucking once think about yourself!" she would say.

But he was who he was. And after all, this was also a reason why he was doing his job well, right? So why should he change?

The vibrating of his cell phone snapped him out of his thoughts.

Tim. He had sent him a photo of a silver designer breastplate lying in a fashion box. Underneath:

Look at thaaaat! Tonight, I'm going to have two shields! ;)

Jack smiled, sent a little knight emoji and looked at his watch.

Pick you up in 20!

*

Tim looked beautiful with this shield on his chest that reflected the colors of his surroundings. Over it he wore an elegant suit which emphasized his slender figure. Jack found even more opportunities than usual to touch him, happy for every turn they had to make so that he could gently point him in the right direction. Tim was laughing a lot that night, Tim was beaming a lot that night, Tim was flirting with Austin a lot that night. Jack was already familiar with Tim's flirting. On the Wonka promo tour he had made Hugh Grant all fuzzy with it, but now with Austin... it was more physical, also more put-on somehow. Jack could see that they really liked each other, but they were also putting on a show for the fans for sure. In the end they were both professionals.

Which didn't really make it any easier for Jack, because he knew Tim liked to lose himself in the game sometimes. He knew he shouldn't care. He didn't want to be jealous, it was totally inappropriate to be jealous. They had no relationship, no commitments.

But still... After the premiere party, they went to their hotel and parted from the others. Jack was so busy hugging everyone that he didn't notice Tim saying goodbye to Austin. Outside Tim's hotel room, just before Jack wanted to say goodnight to Tim, Tim leaned lasciviously against the door frame, no longer wearing the shield, his bare chest so inviting, his eyes as dark as they were demanding and purred with a wicked grin, "Austin let me suck his cock today, do you want to punish me for it?" And that's when Jack realized that his shield was also already down again. He couldn't think as quickly as his hand buried itself deep in Tim's curls and his body pressed Tim against the door, causing Tim to groan with excitement. Tim loved to be taken hard and Jack loved to make Tim happy. A few moments later they were already naked on the bed and he rammed into Tim as he gripped his hips, fucked him hard from behind as his hands clamped around Tim's neck, and when Tim was about to come, he held Tim’s mouth shut, the stifled scream making both their bodies tremble with ecstasy.

Exhausted and satisfied they fell on the bed. It wasn't the first time they'd had rough sex like this. The night before the Golden Globes, he had received a message from Tim to visit him at home. When he complied with the request, he realized that Tim had more sex stuff than Jack knew what to do with. But unlike here in Paris, that night hadn't been about fun. Tim had needed something else that night. A binding. A binding by limitation. Tim had been lost, upset, in despair. In layman's terms, Jack would say not far from a panic attack. Tim needed someone to put him in his place again. So Jack had tried to help, had done as well as he could. Had set him limits, tied him up, held him down, fucked him while Tim's body writhed and Tim's moans released what there was to release. Even though it was the sex that had felt most distant from himself to Jack, it had been the most emotional he'd ever had. Seeing Tim like that, seeing how much he needed that, his body to be restricted, to be able to be in the end completely himself again.... It had moved him deeply.

Now Tim lay beside him in bed, sleeping and breathing peacefully, recovering from an exhausting day and Jack allowed himself to run his fingers lightly over his slender body. However harsh he had been to Tim, Jack could never have hurt him. Over the years, he'd seen the marks on Tim's body. Reserved for someone else. No matter how proudly Tim wore those marks, the sight of them only made Jack want to protect him even more. And no matter how much more familiar they had been after this evening before the Golden Globes, the marks from someone else always showed him clearly that in the end he wasn't the one Tim needed... **

[hekateinhell]

Lesmand for the ask game ‼️

7 & 13

7. Which one is the worse driver?

My heart wants to say Lestat but my brain wants to say Armand, because I think Lestat getting in a car with Armand thinking he's about to have the best passenger princess experience and instead instinctively trying to hold onto to something is hilarious. Obviously, Armand is probably pretty good at driving by now, whether or not he knew how to drive by Devil's Minion Era is headcanon territory. He has his own drivers but I imagine that he keeps a couple high-end vehicles for whenever he fancies a pleasure ride, and he and Lestat get childish and competitive when it comes to who can be the most daring driver.

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

This one makes me sad lol because Armand doesn't have a birthday! Or at least not one that's ever mentioned in canon. So I see him as really overcompensating when it comes to his loved ones birthdays! Like, to an overbearing degree.

And I see that too for Lestat! In the sense that now that they're settled in the château, he would want to make a big deal out of Armand and Louis's birthdays, etc. Being a provider to his family is such a big part of his identity, and it always has been. (Lestat would absolutely take it upon himself to assign Armand a birthday, maybe colluding with Marius to make it a date that's important to Armand, like when Marius brought him home 🤧).

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hello lovely!! can i request literally anything with negan please? i’m so glad that you love him as much as i do🥰

side note but i feel so exclusive being able to request lol

Bestie I never get Negan things so I appreciate this. Warning bestie, keeping spoilers as vague as possible and keeping the situation as vague as possible.

Maggie has every right to hate Negan and want nothing but to put in six feet under. She has every right to want to keep him as far away from the little remaining family she has left- Hershel, the people she's met along the way, the original group.

He's grown a lot since his time ruling the Sanctuary, no more minions to oversee, no more countless wives to do what he pleases with. He's a normal-ish guy, working in the fields after a decade in prison. I'd like to say that he's managed to grow and learn a lot, develop a perspective towards the people he's hurt. I've seen it- how he interacts with Judith, how he tends to his job and doesn't stray, how he gives his input but doesn't expect people to care about his opinion.

But sometimes- god- Maggie is unrelenting.

She's very open about the fact that she doesn't care if Negan dies or not, that she would offer him up to a group of walkers without hesitation if it meant she could keep herself safe and the others alive. He's expendable in her eyes but we all, the council, were in agreement that he could introduce himself into society once more and try to make ammends.

"Maggie, it's fine, I just need to head into the city to see if I can find anymore medical supplies. After the whisperers, we're low." I urge but she just looks between Negan and I, not totally convinced. "Like you always say, I'm a good shot but I'm distracted. Negan's not distracted." His head hangs low as a small smile stretches across his lips and I fight the urge to reach over a shove him.

"Except when he's with you." Maggie mutters, reaching forward to pat me on the shoulder. "Take a gun, take a few duffle bags and find us some good stuff." She says before walking swiftly away from us, not giving Negan another glance. I turn to the man with wide, eager eyes, clapping my hands.

"Mom said yes!" He laughs, shaking his head at me before quickly turning to duck down into the car. I follow quickly after him, slipping down into the passenger seat with a huff, kicking my feet up on the dash.

"Now, don't take this the wrong way but," Negan says, putting the car into drive as he sends me a sideways look, "what's got you so chipper today?" He asks as he pulls away from Alexandria, my brows raising teasingly at him. "No offense but I don't think I've ever seen you in this good of a mood, kid-"

"Ugh, kid." I groan, my previous smile I had on my face now fading into a look of disgust, my nose scrunching.

"What? Can't give you nicknames now?" He asks, turning to look at me briefly, his eyes shining in the sunlight that streams down on our vehicle, rays dancing through the sun roof.

"Call me anything but kid- I'm no kid, Negan, you know better than anyone." He scoffs, not taking my seriously until he spots my smirk out of the corner of his eyes, his jaw slacking as my feet sway on the dashboard.

"Goddamn- are you flirting with me?"

"We're out of Maggie's earshot, you can stop pretending you're not wildly attracted to me." I sing, watching him shift in his seat but not because he's uncomfortable, but because, after months of prying his brain open and getting to know him, we're finally alone.

"Wildly huh? You talk a big game for someone who can't get on their damn horse without a knight in shining armor-"

"It was one time." I groan, burying my face in my hands as his laughter bellows through the small vehicle, the sound making my stomach flutter. "Do I need to remind you of all the times you've embarrassed yourself in front of me?" I ask, watching the ways his cheeks darken a bit, his eyes looking anywhere but me.

"No ma'am, I'm afraid that list would be a lot longer and way more mean."

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

FSG Sans trying to be king when the skeleton uprising happened gave me an idea, you're free to ignore if it ends up too similar to the original. Something has come across all the newly created skeleton people, and they see our Skeleton as the original prime skelly and proclaim them king of all skeletons! How does our Skeleton deal with the responsibilities of being king, will war or peace? Will they accept the responsibilities, or ignore them? If ignored, the new skeletons are very persistent about the role of king, and will not accept no for an answer.

The first part of the ask is here.

Undertale Sans - He's flattered, really, but he's no king material dude. Please, he just wants to chill and live his life, he's not responsible. He's a joke to society. He can't be king. He will try to give his new powers to Papyrus, and if he doesn't want them, he's going to hide in Toriel's house hoping she will scare them enough to have peace.

Undertale Papyrus - Wowie. He never expected to be a King so soon in his life, even if somehow he has some sort of deja vu about this and he really doesn't like it! He will simply ignores all his bad thoughts about this and takes the job. He quits not two months later because he is so stressed out his own body is giving up. Why don't you become a part of monster kingdom instead and let Asgore rules you? That would be like so much better!

Underswap Sans - He thinks it's all a joke and gives stupid orders ironically like "go burn all the cars of the city my minions". He didn't expect his skeleton army to actually listen to him and start to burn cars in the city. Blue runs to Toriel to beg her for help lol. He's not ready to be king.

Underswap Papyrus - He jumps on Asgore's back like a koala, all limbs shaking, and refuses to let go. If the skeletons want him to be King, they'll have to get him out of here, and good luck with that because Asgore is really strong and will kick your ass if you're bullying him. He feels safer here. Go see Blue or something.

Underfell Sans - That's two weeks he didn't leave his house now, circled with skeletons. He's only teleporting house when he needs to fill the fridge. He's holding well. He's not going to be king, and he's patient. You'll get bored before him. Go ask someone else, he just beat a King's ass to get out of the Underground, he's not going to take the role back lol. He knows that would make him a target.

Underfell Papyrus - If you insist, he might say yes. He kinda likes being the center of the attention and having everyone treating him like some god. For the first few days at least. After that, he's starting to realise he actually has responsibilities and that people can get angry if he's not filling them. Like, you know, when they ask for homes and Edge looked blankly at them like they asked him to grow a second head or something. Edge might have a revolution on the hands soon...

Horrortale Sans - He keeps hissing and chasing skeletons delegations who comes out of his house. He's not their King and he swears one of this day he's going to kill one of them to show all the others that he's dangerous and not to bother him. He doesn't take the situation very well.

Horrortale Papyrus - Well, if you really want him to give you orders if can give you chores to do around the farm but that's it lol. He's not a ruler and he did enough politics Underground for a lifetime so it's either you're ok with taking care of the farm or you leave. He thinks you don't need a ruler, go live your life freely or something. He's not worth worshipping. He's just some guy. He might asks Toriel for advices about this situation. It makes him very uncomfortable.

Swapfell Sans - He is still in his bunker. As long he's locked up safe and can't see there are hundreds of skeletons waiting outside his house, it's not real. Someone will take care of this eventually and he just has to wait for the all thing to be other. It's alright, he prepared for a nuclear winter so he has food for two years. He can wait.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus feels like he is high and that he is just hallucinating everything, and will act like so. You want him to be King? Sure! You want him to take over the throne out of Toriel's hands? Why the hell not! It's only when the skeletons actually take over power than he's freaking out and realising it's real and that he is now in very big troubles. Rus... Rus is going to join his brother in his bunker to wait for the situation to fix itself.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh course he will accept the job. He finally has a chance to show Toriel how wrong she was to treat him like a random minion and he will make all of monsterkind poop in their pants! He's starting his epic villain arc and no one can stop him now *insert evil maniac laughter*

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He was very ok with it, surprisingly, until everyone screamed for him to do a speech and Coffee suddenly found himself in front of thousand of people. His limbs started shaking and he couldn't say a word, frozen in fear. Someone coughs in the assembly and that's too much, Coffee bursts in tears and runs back home, screaming his brother name for help.

[pocketramblr]

(if the ask game is still open) megamind au for the mha crew? 👀

Ok so when I think of the megamind aesthetic, gonna be honest, the only one who can come close is Toshinori's villain outfit so expect this to get derailed...

1- on his home planet, Toshinori is considered weak and powerless, but Mirai, his family minion, can receive visions of the future and declares Toshinori will be very strong one day. Uh, and also that the planet is going to explode. His parents put Toshinori and Mirai on a lot escape pod and yeet him as the planet dies. On a neighboring planet, a shapeshifting baby, even younger than Toshinori, is also yeeted.

2- Toshinori grows up on earth around the dubious influence of Sorahiko (no hero system to conveniently align his morality to), Nana (has more convictions than Sorahiko but doesn't exactly prioritize legalities either), En (straight up thief), Giran (you know me), and while he always has the drive to help people- especially after learning that he can charge up power from the yellow sun in order to get up to three hours of strength in a boosted body- the first attempt at this goes... Badly. He helps save a family from a car wreck, but his inhuman eyes and smoking form scare them and he's attacked. But he tries again! And this time a young woman shows up dressed like a superhero in a comic, declares herself Lady Nagant, a natural born hero, and shapeshifts her arm into a gun. Toshinori quickly exits when he realizes he won't be able to talk her down, and on getting home, everyone decides if he's going to be treated like a villain and monster for trying to help people, might as well embrace that. Cue an absolute incredible villain costume

3- Mirai has a vision of a scientist working to help them engineer weapons to give them an edge against Nagant, so Toshinori and he go to Professor Shield. Mirai suggests kidnapping the man's daughter to hold as leverage, but Toshinori doesn't want to involve children and also is pretty sure that's a great way for David to put a bomb in anything he builds for Toshinori to hold closely. But turns out David doesn't need convincing! He's 100% on Toshinori's side, but the decide that to protect the Shields, they will all pretend that they are hostages. This means whenever Toshinori is arrested, Mirai grabs Melissa and leaves, and it's a fifty fifty chance if David follows because he can't lose her too, or if he's rescued for a few days before Toshinori escapes and collects him again. David is kept in increasingly secure bases each time in an attempt to stop this from happening but nothing ever works lol

4- the only person who suspects something else is going on with that professor is photographer and reporter Tokuda Taneo, but he's still chasing the story behind both villain and Nagant. Endeavor is the warden and he has a completely one sided rivalry with Toshinori, even attempting to get his kids in on it. Only Touya throws himself into this with enthusiasm, and Toshinori is kinda perturbed that Enji would use a child like that. This offends him, since Toshinori clearly doesn't have a problem using the Professor's child against him, so really Enji is worthy of it too. Toshinori decides to leave that bag of crazy alone and focus on escape plans.

5- so, Nagant landed in the home of a rich politician, but when she was young she was fully turned over to the government to make a superhero. She was happy for this at first, and gave herself bright purple hair (she was under orders to look human, but she pointed out that would be possible with hair dye, and it did make her look more like a comic book hero. She also made herself look older than the teenager she was at her debut). But eventually she got worse and worse orders, and kept being told to just kill Toshinori instead of taking him in, and the branch broke when they told her to kill the Shields as well, since the hostage thing was a farce. Nagant pointed out that even if David was a villian, Melissa was a kid who was a baby when this all started. Her handler doesn't care. The worst Toshinori's really done is waste taxpayer money on the prison continually being rebuilt. Her handler doesn't care. They want to finish up this All Smite job so Nagant can move on to more important cases. Nagant picks up that this is bad, but her only way out would be if she dies so....

A fake death it is! David is pretty sure he's used copper in other machines before but ok, whatever, they won! And Toshinori mostly leaves ruling to Mirai because he believes it's important for the city to have a hero and they accidentally gave another kid shape shifting abilities, but young Keigo wants to be a hero so badly and is picking it up too like a natural! And turns out Toshinori really likes mentoring... But then Keigo gets grabbed by the government too and leaves a note that he's running away with his mom for a better life, so Toshinori, alone, isn't having the best day when he runs into a boy even younger than Melissa who asks if he can be a hero without a power. Toshinori wonders why he never thought of that, and says he can.

Mirai does not approve of Toshinori wasting time training another new hero, this one without any powers- but when he has a vision of Keigo standing over Toshinori's body, bloody feather in hand, he gets even more desperate to convince him. When Toshinori refuses, Mirai leaves.

(in the other room, David frowns, and begins working on altering a hologram so it can fit around a person in disguise, making them look like Toshinori. He's learned over the years that Mirai's visions can't be prevented, but they sure as hell can be misinterpreted)

[clairehadenough]

So I’m just catching up. So Capt and her Minions are claiming because Chris was only photographed walking down the stairs that:

They turned up

walked up the stairs

stood there to wait for their cue from the paps

then proceeded to walk down stairs to photograph

Then hopped into a car and drove away

And did all this in front of people leaving, standing round and arranging transport and no one said one thing about it.

So now we have more people involved in this fake marriage. Are we into the thousands now.

And this is all because there are no pics of them inside. I know a bigger star then Chris that was there and no pics of them inside either🤭

What are they going to say about today:

It’s old

Photoshopped

His face was stuck over the waiter

They turned up photographed and left

It’s her reward as per of the end of the contract

And if she is photographed with Oscar winners, big stars it because they had to to sell it. The stars were forced into have their pic with her.

Hmm if she’s blacklisted how is she going to Oscar events🤔

And please I’m over the Conde Nast owes Vanity Fair conspiracy. They are one of the biggest media organisations in the world of course there are going to be links. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I’m looking forward to look at your ask again tomorrow and see how many of your ideas were used by the crazies lol

[xen-void]

((this is the pov of future sanrio lol))

-she sat in one of the cars of her fathers train, licking some blood of one of the passengers off of a knife, also playing with a lighter-

Yeah fathers gonna kill me if he finds out i killed one of his minions..

(also @ask-enmu-anything feel free to join)

Galaxy:*runs through the forest holding a body*