#and he did not need to buy a shit ton of popcorn to give us

[schoolchaos]

My history teacher played Hamilton after school and made us answer questions about it for extra credit and ohmigod the theater kid in me is thriving

He also gave us popcorn and at that point it's like "this isn't even extra credit, this is just feeding my inner theater kid and actually feeding me"

[imagines-mha]

✰ haikyuu and their part time jobs ✰

Daichi- he worked in a shoe shop for a few years and was the BEST worker they've ever had. Customer service was 10/10 and he always came to work with the best attitude. His boss almost cried when he had to leave

Suga- he was a private tutor for 12-year olds failing at math lmao. Kinda harsh, but every single one of them passed, plus all the moms fucking loved him

Asahi- the scary-looking guy who worked part-time at a flower shop cliche lmao. He knew all the languages to the flowers and made his mom custom bouquets like once a week like the angel he is

Noya- dog walked for his neighbors. Noya was like his neighborhood's little sweetheart, and he used it to his advantage by asking them if he could walk their dogs for money. Of course they said yes, and they think he's too cute not to spoil with extra cash so he got RICH

Tanaka- he did car washes with a bunch of his friends one summer. The plan was to only do it to win over cute girls, buuuut that never really worked and he actually got into tons of trouble for not knowing how to clean a car right and getting in sponge fights with his friends lmao

Ennoshita- he was a cashier for a week, and he tried way too hard to be perfect. An angry woman shouted for him and asked to speak to his manager and he cried the entire way home then handed his resignation notice in the next day lmao

Kageyama- he was way too awkward to get a job smh

Hinata- tried to work with noya walking dogs at some point but their energy just annoyed EVERYONE within a 10m distance and noya ended up firing him because he was “making his stocks go down”

Tsukishima- snarky cinema cashier that sighed really loud in your face if you asked for mixed popcorn BUT he always let underage kids get into R rated movies which made him kinda loved in the town

Yamaguchi- worked at a stationery shop and devoted his entire heart and soul to making everything look neat and presentable. The really cute cashier everyone had a crush on

Oikawa- he applied for a job once and didn't show up to the interview cus he had volleyball practice lmao

Mattsun- he got a job at a frozen yogurt shop to make a little money when he was 16. All his friends used him for free food and it became the seijoh hangout spot for like a year

Makki- his aunt got him a job at her candy store but he was the WORST employee. Turns out just because ur family doesn't mean everything is free. he was shocked and appalled. she fired him

Iwa- he was a bartender for a few years, and he always made sure girls in his bar were safe at all times. 100% would punch a guy in the face if he tried anything with them

Kunimi- this man thinks being alive is still a full-time job yall pls

Kuroo- worked the front desk at a fancy restaurant and used his charm to manipulate people into buying more stuff and subscribing to deals and memberships. It worked EVERY time

Kenma- he didn’t get a job but he sells shit on depop sometimes lmao

Lev- got a job in a call centre for like a week and then got fired when his boss realized he just hung up on people when they were rude/ when they asked to speak to his manager. He also NEVER did his job right and got distracted while on the phone to customers?? would fr end up talking about harry styles and everything like lev please

Bokuto- sports shop employee that has SO MUCH ENERGY AT 7AM. He’s always asking if someone needs help and complimenting little kids when they buy something his manager loves him

Akaashi- bookstore employee that every indie customer falls in love with. He’s tall, he wears glasses, he’s polite, he’s quiet. They’re in heaven smh, but he's really just constantly exhausted and relies on books and coffee to keep him stable lmao

Konoha- this man has had 18 different jobs, and cant last more than 3 months in each of them he’s a NIGHTMARE

Ushijima- he's rich he didn't need a job

Tendou- he worked as festival staff and he misses it every single day of his life. He had nonstop parties every week during summer and made so many friends :((

Goshiki- the most nervous barista you have ever met in your life. Takes sm care with every drink and still manages to fuck most of them up smh. Cried a lot in the back room.

Semi- small record store employee who sits behind the counter and tunes his guitar all day. Yes, he will talk to you about your music taste and yes, you will have a crush on him because he is GORGEOUS

Kita- the kind corner shop worker that knew everyone in his town and asked about their day and everything smh he was so good. Never received a complaint

Atsumu- gets a job as a personal trainer for his local gym, but he only did it to brag about himself lmao. Also unnecessarily snarky. Got a lot of his pent up anger out but definitely got fired for his attitude

Osamu- worked at KFC for a month to get free food but quit because he ate too much of it and actually felt sick when he saw popcorn chicken

Suna- he got discounts on food from kita’s corner shop, so he would buy as much as he could and then sell it all in school for double the price smh

Futakuchi- clothes shop employee who had an attitude when you asked him where anything was. He only worked there to give his life purpose and direction but hated every second of it

Aone- babysitter for literally all of his mom's friends. All the kids in his neighborhood know and love him because he was so kind and sweet to them all

Koganegawa- toy shop employee who got fired for playing with the toys and never actually doing work

terushima - another sports shop employee- only he was fucking terrifying. Definitely fuckboy energy and he was so in-your-face about everything. like 70% of the population hated him lmaoo

[astaroth1357]

Lucifer? I Shrunk the MC…

I thought of the title and was like, “And I’m gonna not do anything with that?” Experimenting with format. Feel this one is a hot mess but, oh well, it was fun to write and that's what I care about.

Scene: 

Satan scrambles around his room, knocking over stacks of books and flinging others this way and that. All the while he can't quite stop himself from rambling, "Okay, don't panic. I know I can fix this. I have a spellbook around here somewhere… No, not this shelf… Hold on."

Meanwhile, MC is sitting on the pillow to his bed, practically engulfed in it because they're now only 3 inches tall. The result of yet another enchanted book mishap. This time it was an old tome left on the ground that they happened to trip over. As they watch Satan shuffle urgently through his bookshelves, they sigh and prepare themselves for yet another misadventure. It took five days for the last enchantment to wear off so they may as well get comfy…

"Take your time…"

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Lucifer

His immense displeasure about the whole debacle cannot be understated.

Honestly, why doesn't Satan take better care of his things?? He should at least try to keep the powerful items out of the walkways!

Gets into a 3 hour screaming match when he sets Satan's punishment as giving a fourth of his book collection to the school library. Fully expects to find his things "mysteriously" cursed for the next few months.

He does find tiny!MC pretty amusing though.

If he thought they were fragile and helpless before well… now they can hardly lift a fork.

Makes triple sure that his brothers understand that if they're not careful with them, punishments will be extra severe.

Quadruple sure with Mammon.

Doesn't mind carrying tiny!MC places, mostly on his shoulder.

Lets them whisper jokes and funny asides in his ear during particularly dry meetings.

Mammon

First, he laughed because this shit is funny. Not only did Satan fuck up but the MC is now the size of his index finger! He could punt them like a paper football! (not that he ever would)

Next, he immediately starts trying to figure out how to use their new size in his schemes. He's talkin' infiltration baby!

Whether or not tiny!MC goes along with his less-than-legal ideas, he sort of loves that they're so small now anyway.

1) He can carry them around on his head or on his shoulder which is just convenient AND highlights that they're his to other people even more.

2) Watching them trying to do normal things is just hilarious! They get winded from just trying to use a pencil to write a sentence on normal sized paper.

3) Will never admit it, but the feeling of their tiny little arms hugging his cheek is one of those things he never knew he needed until now.

Leviathan 

Almost choked on his drink when Mammon plopped tiny!MC on his computer desk.

It was like someone made a little figurine of them! But this one could also walk around and say nice things to him!!

A little disappointed that it's practically impossible for them to play games like this, I mean they're smaller than the controllers.

Totally makes up for it by getting them to pose with his figurines. He never thought he'd be able to get a snapshot of MC and Ruri-chan together like that! It almost makes his figure look life-sized! If only… 

Lays a pillow on his lap and lets them nap on it while he games. Can never bring himself to wake them up so he'll stay in place long past the point of being comfortable just so they can sleep soundly.

Didn't notice he accidentally knocked them over into a Beel-sized popcorn bowl (which is more like a popcorn cauldron) while they were having an anime marathon. It took five minutes to hear their little shouts and he had to fish them out. Thanked their father that Beel hadn't actually joined in that night because they may have been gobbled up….

Satan

Is really, truly, genuinely sorry that he shrunk the MC...still thinks it's bullshit that he has to give away his books though.

Tries to make up for his mistake by helping them with whatever they need. He'll take notes for them in class, prepare finger food so that they have more manageable portions, and does all the "heavy lifting" for them when he can.

Continues to assure them that the spell is only temporary but also consults Solomon and pours over as many books that he can find on the subject just to make sure. He loses a bit of sleep over this.

Is the first to step in if he feels like his brothers aren't being careful enough around them. He already feels terrible that he got them into this mess, the last thing he wants is to see them get hurt over it too.

Treats them extra gentle, like they're made porcelain, the entire time. He won't hold them with a clenched fist so he lets them sit or lounge on his palm when they travel.

Chucked Levi out a window and into a tree after he heard about the popcorn incident.

Asmodeus

Adores tiny!MC, they're so freaking cute like this!!

Takes it upon himself to help them with the more intimate things, like how are they going to bathe or change clothes??

Goes out and buys a bunch of doll furniture and tiny outfits like this whole thing won't just wear off in a few days.

Pretty much sets up a little dollhouse in his room for them to use when they just want to be around things their own size.

Takes a shit ton of pictures though, them trying on the outfits, using the furniture, just being super smol and adorable, it doesn't matter he is all over this!

Lives for tiny kisses. It's like getting brushed by a feather on your cheeks, nose, and fingers!

Beelzebub 

Would die for tiny!MC in a heartbeat and is not ashamed to admit it.

He saw them happily chowing down on a grape about the size of their head and that was it. He was done. Ready sign his life away to this bite-sized human being.

Loves to bring them tiny snacks or break off a piece of what he's eating and watch them try to eat it. All food looks so much bigger in their little hands that he briefly considers having Satan shrink him too. Belphie talks him out of it, something about the blackhole in his stomach collapsing in on itself...

Was really cautious with them at first, though, considering he was already a lot stronger than they were to start with and suddenly they got a lot more fragile. But the MC eventually assures him that they have faith he won't hurt them.

Still the most anxious of the brothers about it. He always makes sure to watch where he's going, triple check beneath his feet, and slow the pace of his eating down enough to process what goes in his mouth BEFORE it gets there.

Is also glad he wasn't there for the popcorn incident. And got Levi out of that tree.

Belphegor 

Very conflicted about it honestly. On one hand, they're too small to sleep with anymore. He could roll over and suffocate them. But on another they're just so… cute.

...And so terribly easy to mess with now. He could knock them over if he blows hard enough, never mind poking them.

One morning he was feeling particularly malicious and put their little shoes at the other end of the dining room table. That amounted to like a two-mile jog for them. He couldn’t help but laugh at their tiny fists hitting his palm when they finally got there.

After Satan cursed his favorite pillow to scream every time he put his head on it he stopped being so mean.

Made up with the MC by sacrificing some of his pillow stuffing in order to make them a tiny bed he could carry around. If he couldn't sleep with them, he could at least sleep near them.

When that wasn't enough they made him do laps around the House with Beel. It was around the time that he was about to collapse into the flowerbeds that they found Levi dangling from that tree. He'd have laughed if his sides weren't already splitting… So much... running...

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Can I have Present mic, Aizawa, and all might where they learn their young student is fatherless? Like... their father walked out/went to prison when they were young. I'm sorry if this is time consuming, but I can't stop sobbing over my father.

I'm the situation baby but remember it wasn't your fault

I changed it up a little bit with Mics- I hope you don't mind

Present Mic:

• from the getgo something was wrong

• The moment you walked into class he could tell

• You looked like shit

• Dark bags under your eyes, hair messily brushed, just to get it out if your face, and your eyes were a light red.

• You didn't look particularly happy to be there either

• something turns in his stomach, a gut feeling that something really had went down

• And he hated seeing his students upset

• but he was relatively close to you to begin with, his felt different

• He felt like he had to do something

• Everyone settled into their seats as the bull rung but his eyes remained on you

• You honestly didn't pay attention during the lesson

• He could tell as much

• class finishes and the bell rings but you sit still, and it's not until most of the students have trickled out of the room do you start packing up

• He walks over and kneels in front of the desk "You okay there? You don't look so good," he looks concerned and his heart drops when he sees your lip start to quiver

• It takes you 0.27 seconds to break and you're frantically wiping your eyes as sobs wrack your body

• He's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds and you're leaning into his shoulder.

• He isn't sure exactly how long you're crying for but eventually you calm down enough to get out a coherent sentence

• "My-My dad was arrested Friday night. He won't tell me why- he won't let anyone else tell me why and I don't know what else to do," you cry, "I miss him so much and its only been a few days- I don't- I don't have anyone else, Mr. Hazashi,"

• And you're crying again.

• He has you take the rest of the day off, in fact he takes the day with you

• He calls in a sub (you don't know what strings he had to pull for that but you don't ask, at this point you don't care) and you two dip

• He takes you to get food, real food, that'll make you feel better

• He knows that'll help a little

• and after that he takes you to get something sweet- that tends to help mood and blood pressure and anxiety

• So he does his best with you

• He nutures you the best way he knows how

• if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING this man has you covered

• He does his best to step up in any way he can

• first off he extends his assignment deadlines and cancels two tests. Who needs them anyway.

• And you eat lunch in his classroom because he can well tell you don't want to talk to anyone else right now

• He closes it off (seemingly) so in reality its just you and him

• He'll probably tell Aizawa too but on the downlow (just so he knows)

• When holidays roll around, the dorms close.

• In this case- he let's you stay with him. He has an extra bedroom. He doesn't want you to stay in an empty house.

• You also get his phone number (which you gladly use) for anything really

• Bored? He'll deliver some shitty puns.

• Confused about homework? Text him.

• having a mental breakdown? He's got you covered.

• You got memes? Please for the love of God send them to him.

• The dynamic eventually shifts to a VERY father daughter relationship.

• He knows he'll never replace your dad. He understands that wholeheartedly, but he wants you to have someone

• He actually gets a letter from your dad, thanking him for taking care of you

• but he really doesn't mind

Aizawa:

• He had a feeling that there was something going on at home. Or rather, a lack of something.

• He's dealt with it in the oast- with himself and with past students and current ones

• Shinsou

• I mean, aside from that fact whenever parents were mentioned, you'd either stiffen up or wrinkle your nose

• You didn't really like the subject of parents

• There was an essay prompt about parents (nothing too personal) nd you ended up writing it on the extinction of dinosaurs and why God fucked up instead

"It'd be absolutely stellar to see huge lizards roaming the earth and occasionally stepping on people, you know? Jurassic park was onto something."

• Man's couldn't even fail you on it because it was written v well

• Anyway, he doesn't pry too much. He just silently figures it out by process if elimination and pattern.

• He doesn't really care too much

• In the sense if it doesn't define you and he doesn't help you because he pities you

• he helps you because he seems potential

• He takes you under his wing with shinsou

• Yall spend a whole summer training

• And that's when it all came out

• It was an accident really.

• Shinsou was tired, exhausted really

• and when people get tired- that tired- sometimes they spout random shot they wouldn't usually say

• and thats what he did

• he went on about his home life

• and if he could, you could too right?? You could trust them.

• "My dad walked out when I was a kid. Little, like 3. I have a few pictures of him holding me, but I guess it wasn't enough. I don't have any desire to meet him. Not anymore. But it left me feeling like I did something wrong? I guess? Which I suppose is why I train. Because then I feel strong. Which is a good difference from how it usually feels."

• He knew it.

• He called it.

• He was right again.

• He reassures you that you are good enough, strong enough, and his decision to leave had nothing to do with you

• and when he saw you give him a soft smile, he warmed.

• I mean really, it only goes up from there

• he'll deny it, or grumble under his breath, but he seems you two as his own

• Like these aren't my kids but they are my kids

• When dorms close on holiday yall get to stay because that's where he lives too

• Like if you chose too

• he's not gonna force you to stay but if you don't want to go home, you don't have too

• He has that power

• He will buy you food

• all you gotta do is ask

• and he'll roll his eyes and grumble something he doesn't really mean, just secretly happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to ask for something

• lmao family group chat

S: 'Hey Mr. Aizawa I found this cat. Hold on lemme send a pic'

A: 'Dont need a pic. Bring him home'

Y: 'What if he's ugly??'

A: 'gremlin. Bring him home.'

Or

Y: 'Hey I saw this tweet that said 'kids be like watch this and do a half roundhouse spin kick clap and waste my fucking time' and it make me think of you.'

S: @ mr. Aizawa when he has to watch deku do sumn

Y: Lmaoooo like when he threw the baseball

S: LMAOO

A: Me watching you too try to figure out how to beat me in training

Y: Yikes bro

S: That was a rough one

• Does he regret giving you and shinsou his number??

• Maybe

• Not really

• Lmao super secret lunch movie days

• Every week on wendesday yall watch a movie. Usually it takes 2 or 3 days to watch the movie since lunch is only 70 minutes

• @ you accidently calling him dad one day and shinsou snickering but it stuck

• dadzawa lmaoo

Allmight:

• Man's has 2 underlings.

• You and Deku.

• Picked you up when he started teaching at UA

• Ion know let's say one day you popped off bc he said some dumb shit and you were like no sir that's clearly wrong

• schooled him in his own damn subject

• the other kids were like 😳

• what the fuck

• Anyway

• He see's you have potential

• And though he's not the best teacher, you seem to respond better to the way HE was taught

• So tbh its easier to teach you

• 'okay, now I want you to beat the shot out if that wall,'

'Okay lmao bet'

• Midoriya is like, hey mayhaps we should analyze the situation

• N ur like noe

• You just don't give a fuck

• about anything really

• other than moving up the ranks

• But even then- its not a super super big deal, you're just gonna do your best but you aren't gonna stress

• However he noticed a pattern w you (even before Midoryia brought it up to him)

• You don't let anyone in

• Midoryia knows a bit more than the other students but that's really only because he's always with you

• a good majority of the week he's w you

• but its not really a deep connection

• you don't rely on either of them

• You do your best to do things on your own.

• He knows midoryias life story

• he knows why he acts the way he does

• but he doesn't know why you do

• he has a gut feeling it could be the same as midoryia

• I mean he already had one kid who's dad dipped

• he'll surely be able to figure out you too??

• So he makes himself a promise that he'll figure it out and he'll become someone you trust

• And he does just that

• When you tell him about your nightmare of a family history he's like mm, makes sense

• but he's happy that you trust him!!!

• He's a BIG suckered for movie nights

• he's got popcorn, snacks, candy, chocolate, soda- he's prepared

• list of movies lined out all ready

• I lowkey feel like he'd be into lord of the rings or fast n furious

• fast n furious at LEAST

• He's really into American action movies

• and he has no problem sharing those movies with you

• he doesn't have a whole ton of money, like he's not rich, but if you or midoryia need something he's definitely there to get it for you

• even if ur like fam no you don't need too

• he'll buy yell food a lot

• a l o t

• and cards

• when you and midoryia get him a father's day card he thinks he's gonna cry

• You guys also have a group chat

• 'da faemilee'

• Y: "Hey dad do you have milk?"

A: "???? Do I have milk????"

Y: "ya I'm looking in your fridge n ion see any???"

A: "How'd you even get in????"

Y: "Izuku."

I: "lmaoo"

Or

Y: Izuku you dumb bitch I left for ONE day

Y: And you got into a fight with Bakugou

I: He wanted to throw hands. I just did what you would do.

A: He's got you there

Or

A: What do you guys want for dinner

I: Sushi

Y: Chicfila

Y: Izu square up

I: K

Or

Y: Izu is fighting kacchow again

A: Beat his ass young midoriya

Y: Lmaoooooo

[giransbunnywife]

GIMME ALL THE GIRAN QUESTIONS XDDDD

I WOULD LOVE TO YES THANK YOU-- Some of these will be suggestive as is typical for us lmao

1. What is your favorite thing that your f/o does for you?

There's a lot of things that this man does that's my favorite, it's hard to pick! I love that when he buys me flowers, he always overthinks every detail. Talks with the shopkeep and makes sure that they're perfect, that the meaning of the flowers are right as he wants them. There's always that little element of symbolism in the flowers he brings, even if no one else can see them. Even if it's just a passing thing to everyone else, that's the time he takes with them for me.

I love that he will cancel all his meetings when I'm feeling sad or just need him there that day. If I'm missing him, he pushes back his calls to give me the much needed attention. If I'm in pain, he talks with me and makes sure that I let it all out with him.

Iknowthat'smorethanjustonebutIreallycouldn'tpickawo;iefj;oa

2. Where did you first meet your f/o?

It really does depend on the situation considering I have a ton of aus with him lol but the main version is with my insert with Ash, they met at a bar... when she was in the middle of starting a bar fight... He had just so happened to be looking for her as a potential league recruit, and found her in an altercation with someone.

It's definitely an out of the box situation, but for them it fits pretty well XD

3. How do you and your f/o spend valentines day?

Oh, good lord, it really depends. Sometimes we'll stay in and just cuddle (and have sex) all day, with him pampering me silly. Other times he'll make me dinner, or take me out, whichever he's feeling, still pampering me as much as he can. And other times he'll book us a trip, and we'll be gone for weeks, never leaving the hotel room. He'll book me massages and make sure that I am treated like royalty. There really is no small thing when it comes to my man.

4. What couples costume do you think you and your f/o would dress up as for Halloween?

Oooooo now that's a good one! We've done quite a bit in the past that I have... less than liked. Those I won't mention, but I think this year this man might want to do something a little-- on the nose-- which is just mob boss and wife type fucking energy, because of course it is.

5. Movie night! What movie are you watching with your f/o and what snacks do you have?

Oh shit! I fucking love movie nights with this man, because we go hard with it. This man loves picking the stupidest and weirdest type shit to watch, just so we can laugh at it and enjoy it together. I don't have anything particular in mind right now, but just think of something outrageously stupid and bad. That's his favorite type of movie. Something B grade and shit, I'm sure.

And as for snacks, well, the typical stuff like popcorn and chocolates and chips/queso for me bc it's my go to snack. Sometimes if we've made brownies or bought them we'll have those. Basically anything and everything, because we're snack fiends. Sometimes Giran will bring out these new candies that he found to try for us during movie nights and chill nights and we'll have a taste test. It's just a fun time.

6. What hobbies do you and your f/o like to do together if any?

He'll watch me play video games since that's my favorite hobby, and sometimes I can even force him into playing some with me! It's a trip to watch him learn controls and ask a shit ton of questions about what the fuck we're even doing XD man never knows what he's doing with a lot of the games I play, so it's fun to watch him

Shopping, if you could classify it as a hobby (bc I do), is definitely a thing that we both do. That's something that he enjoys, especially if it's for things that he likes and that he collects (which is a boatload of cute shit). And he loves bringing me along with him to buy me new things, let me pick stuff out. We make a day out of it, and it's really nice to be pampered like that too lol

7. Where do you and your f/o go for ideal dates?

With this man, most of our dates are very luxurious, though it's not every time either. He can definitely plan a good simple date, but he loves to wine and dine me. He loves to take me to Jiro's and get me the most expensive meal and drinks, topping it all off with desert. He likes the atmosphere, and knows that I love it when he treats me like a queen.

There's also the dates where we get take out and stay in bed, watching movies and binging trashy reality tv. Those are also my favorite, because we can stay in bed and cuddle and make love. It's the being together and alone that we both really enjoy, because at the end of the day, that's what matters. Just being together.

8. Who deals with bugs in the house?

He does. I can't deal with them, and I will scream loud enough for him to know exactly what's going on. Though, sometimes, he can be a little bit overprotective if he can't read into that scream, but that's besides the point. He doesn't even like dealing with them himself, but he will roll up his sleeves and get it out as quickly as possible. Or call someone if it's bad enough. He's very quick to call up if need be lmao

9. Clothes swap! How amusing is it or how adorable is it?

Oh it's uhm... amusing lmao It probably wouldn't really happen, because he wouldn't be incredibly comfortable, but oh good lord. I mean I already where his shirts all over the house regardless, so it's definitely very adorable and a bit humorous I guess lmao

10. What does your f/o do when you’re having a bad day that always makes you feel better no matter what?

He's the king of making me feel better on my bad days. What he does really depends on the day, because if I'm having a bad mental day, he's very gentle and sweet. He'll keep all the lights off, make me a cup of hot chocolate, and just hold me in his arms. Speaking to me in gentle, reassuring words.

He'll make me laugh, and that's the biggest thing. He will be his extra fucking self, the goofiest that he's ever been, just to get a smile on my face. He's always the most out of the box whenever I'm having an off day, because he just wants to cheer me up. He always feels very at fault for when I'm having a bad day (though it never is), but he always feels like he failed. So helping me smile in some way is a good reminder that I'm going to be okay and that he's going to make sure that I know how much he cares. And that I'm worth it every time.

11. Sick day! What foes your f/o do to make you feel better?

When I'm sick, he'll cancel all his calls to sit with me. Make sure that I don't go anywhere and just do everything for me. I just love the way that he takes care of me every single time, without fail. He's always there one step of the way, and that means a lot to me.

12. What cheesy romance trope do you and your f/o embody the most?

Oh that's easy-- The lovesick husband trope. The man that will literally be at the bar, talking to someone, and just immediately cutting them off like "I miss my wife". And he just leaves. Like that.

Or the lovesick husband that is falling on her every word, looking at her with that melted smile on his face, eyes that have nothing in it but love and respect. Treating her like the queen that she is. No one else will ever shine as brightly as she will.

[seelie-regent]

FamILY Movie night

Part 10 of my intrulogcial library au

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Ever since Remus and Logan had started dating the others rarely saw the two. They were always holed up in the library being sickeningly cute or in the imagination going on cute or by other standards disturbing because apparently taming ‘evil’ animals for a circus is not normal. Anyways Janus and Patton were looking for the two as it was movie night and Remus turn to choose. He already had some cheese horror movie picked out so he, Janus, and Virgil  could make fun of the characters.

Janus banged on the doors to the library and a few seconds later Logan opened one wearing one of Remus’ big hoodies because none of Remus' jackets fit Remus so naturally they wouldn’t fit his taller boyfriend. Remus followed behind in one of Logan’s jackets. Remus’ reading glasses had slid down and he looked adorable with Mortuus in his arms and Corvus on his shoulder.

“Hey guys. Is it time for movie night?” Remus asked.

“Yep. What didn’t you pick?” Janus asked.

“A random horror movie. You, Virgil, and I are going to make fun of the characters like old times,” Remus said, moving Corvus to Logan’s shoulder.

“You know Patton doesn’t like horror movies, Cephy,” Logan said.

“Oh he will the way us ex- dark sides watch them,” Remus said, setting Mortuus down and running down the hall opossum falling.

“She’s like a dog,” Logan muttered.

“Leave it. Remus raised her from a baby,” Janus said.

The three follow after and see Remus dragging his brother and Virgil down the halls. Virgil is grinning and chanting ‘Time to make fun of idiots’ in a sing-song voice and Remus joins in. Roman groans in annoyance and Patton moves to the kitchen to make popcorn. Logan and Janus sigh in annoyance.

“Five bucks says Virgil and Remus have already started on a blanket fort,” Janus said.

“I’m not taking that bet.”

Sure enough a half constructed fort using comforts, sheets, chairs from the kitchen, the recliner, and couch was being built by the duo. Both wore onesies. Virgil was in his skeleton onesie while Remus wore a Stitch onesie.

“Holy shit,” Roman said, staring.

“We’re having a Dark Sides movie night,” Remus chirped as Virgil nodded.

Both were beyond happy. They hadn’t done one of these in forever.  Mortuus was scooped up by Roman who also had Avis on his head. Avis began to scream which irritated even Roman so he was taken back to Roman’s room. While Roman took care of Avis Remus and Virgil finished the blanket fort.

“I will never understand how you two do that,” Janus said, crawling into the fort.

“Just because you forgot how to act like a kid doesn’t mean we did Janny,” Remus said.

“I did forget you ass. I just know how to act age,” Janus countered.

“I call bullshit mister, I tried to ask Patton out with fifty frogs you had Remus help you catch. I had to stop you. You are just as much a child as Re and I” Virgil said.

“In my defence they weren’t really cute frogs,” Janus said.

“Of course they were. All frogs are cute,” Virgil said.

“Hey Re why did you give Patton a hedgehog instead of a frog?” Janus asked.

“Because they make good cuddle buddies and Pattycake needs a cuddle buddy for when he can’t cuddle you,” Remus said like it was obvious.

“Huh,” Virgil said.

The other three watched the trio of childish sides.

“Hey Janny,” Remus said.

“Yeah?”

“Dare you to bring Sibium out here,” he said.

“What do I get out of bringing my darling out here?” Janus asked.

“Ummmm…” Remus said.

“You can borrow any item of clothing you want from me,” Virgil butted in.

“Why are you offering?” Janus asked.

“Because I wanna see Sibium too,” Virgil said.

The three ex light sides watched the ex dark sides interact and act like a couple of children.

“Deal,” Janus said and went to crawl out, “You better have the movie set up by the time I get back.”

Remus crawled over to the TV turned it on taking the remote when Virgil offered it.

“What was that?” Roman asked joining them in the pillow fort.

“Jay needed to relax and what better way than joking around like we did back then,” Virgil said.

“Were you guys always like that?” Patton asked.

“Janus has closed off and decided that acting like he once did is bad. I don’t know why. I used to be the cuter vintage outfits, mostly dresses. I think he thinks similar to luce della stella (starlight, Italian), that you have to dress and act a certain way to be listened to and taken seriously,” Remus said.

“How do you-” Logan starts.

“He adores picking apart people's psychology; it’s why he and Emile get along so well,” Virgil said.

“Ah,” Logan said oh so eloquently.

“Sorry,” Remus said.

“Don’t apologize Remus,” Patton chirped and joined everyone.

“Did Remus psychoanalyze someone?” Janus asked to come back with Sibium.

“You and Logan to be exact,” Virgil said stretching over Romans lap.

“He said you used to wear vintage dresses. Why don’t you anymore?” Patton asked.

“I mean I do sometimes,” Janus said.

“You should wear them more,” Patton said.

“Both he and Virgil should go back to how they used to dress,” Remus said as he pushed play.

“Wait what did Virgil dress like?” Roman asked.

“He put effort into how he looked. He would do a full face of makeup, shit ton of jewelry, and full emo outfit,” Janus answered.

“Why did you stop?” Roman asked.

“You guys already picked at me for dressing how I do now multiply that by ten. I wasn’t risking it,” Virgil said.

“It looked cool,” Remus muttered.

“Oh yeah what about your old style?” Virgil asked.

“Huh?” Roman said.

“Dark Academia,” Janus said.

“Shush. I’m watching the movie,” Remus said.

“Liar you just don’t wanna talk about it. You looked cool Remus,” Janus said.

He slipped out of the lying as he relaxed more.

“Meh,” Remus said.

“You did,” Virgil said.

“How about thi,” Patton said, “Next week we go shopping in the imagination and buy you guys a whole new wardrobe of anything you want.”

Everyone agreed before Remus hushed them as he did actually want to watch the movie. The ex dark sides made fun of the characters the whole time. Patton hid in Janus' shoulder during the gory parts. Roman pretended to watch while hiding in Virgil while Logan made fun of the characters with the ex dark sides. As the movie rolled to an end and the last person was killed Remus put on Lilo and Stitch to calm down the other two. By the end of Lilo and Stitch the sides were passed out in the fort.

[polandspringz]

Request: something about Glory & Asmo vibing . maybe painting each others nails . ill pay u

I know you already got to read this when I finished it, but here you go!!!

Title: Always at the Right Place, at the Right Time

Summary:

Whenever Poland invited everyone to the Human World, there was never any actual obligation to hang out with her. At least not for Glory. Any adventure were moments reserved for them, the Avatar of Lust and the Avatar of Vainglory.

(This is set in my series involving my MC, “Designing in the Devildom”. AO3 Link will be posted in the notes)

Grass. The smell of flowery perfume, too strong and too tacky. It burned the throat and lungs like sugary cotton candy, but they were both immune to the taste by now. A picnic blanket spread over the land, flowers were crushed beneath their weight. They didn’t care. The sun shone down on a chilly spring day in the human realm. Glory held out his hand, and Asmo held it gently in his own as he applied nail polish across it carefully.

“Don’t mess up,” Glory huffed, “I have a date tonight.”

“Another commitment? And here I thought you cleared your whole day for me!”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Why, darling, others do that for me,” Glory rolled his eyes at that, but it was all in good fun, no actual malice, “But, I won’t mess up. Although knocking your beauty down a peg would make me the prettiest in the three realms, I wouldn’t risk my beautician skills being slanders because I decided to be petty.”

“Good, cause if you mess up my nails I will douse you in acetone.”

The little brush moved across the nails, leaving gooey, light blue color behind. It was like liquid lipstick, squishy and shiny but as it dried it would harden into a perfect coating. The clear bottle of top coat rolled around on the picnic blanket as Asmo shifted, knocking into Glory’s knee. The color would be preserved, but protected underneath a thin layer of plastic and gloss.

“You’ve been different lately,” Glory blurted out. Asmo glanced up with surprise.

“What do you mean? Have I been even more beautiful?”

“No, and that’s just it. What you said earlier,” Glory rolled his free hand in the air as they gestured for something, “I’m used to you saying you’re the prettiest- which is false- but normally you don’t leave room for debate.”

Asmo finished the pinky finger, and then blew a soft puff of air over the whole hand before setting it back down on Glory’s thigh.

Glory didn’t like feelings. The only mushy stuff he cared about was makeup or textured fabrics of designer clothes that he knew would look great and help him show others up. But there was a distant look clouding Asmo’s eyes. He was smiling but his mind was elsewhere. He just sat there for a moment, leaning on his knees after he closed up the blue polish and set it down beside them.

Glory couldn’t help but notice the ugly pact mark that decorated Asmo’s skin, the bright pink ring that tattooed his skin, staining his neck, just visible underneath the collar. It seemed to pulsate when Glory stared at it, taunting him.

It disgusted him. He would die before he ever made a pact with any human.

Glory let out a scoff and sat back, tapping Asmo forcefully on the shoulder to knock him back to reality, “You’ll give yourself wrinkles if you keep a face like that. If you turn any uglier than you already are, I won’t hang around you anymore.”

Asmo let out a hearty laugh, his whole body radiant in the sunlight. He reached for the clear polish and shook the bottle as he let himself settle down. When he looked towards Glory’s other hand to inspect the nails, his eyes were brighter again, but also all too knowing. 

Glory never needed to say much, Asmo was the best at picking up on the emotions people liked to hide. He could see right through him, but it was still nice of Glory to try and say something to make Asmo feel better. It was all the more genuine when said in his own Glory-way.

**

The balloons bumped into one another and the strings tangled as they were pulled through the wind and down the street. Two sets of shoes clattered and scraped against the sidewalk as the two ran along the tiny shops of downtown.

Asmo spun around, the balloons swinging with him as Glory rushed passed, taking the other demon's hand as they continued running. They hadn’t stolen anything and weren’t being chased, but there was something different about the human world. The air and the way everything was so colorful and bright as light bounced off everything, from puddles to windows of glass. The way life and the scents of the city were carried on the breeze. It was like Devildom but better.

The two of them stepped off the curb to cross the street, Glory’s heel clicking on the edge of the curb as he skipped forward.

He wished he could stay here forever.

**

Flashes of a camera interrupted the darkness of the night. The human realm’s night sky was much darker than Devildom’s artificial one, turning completely black even though it was only nine p.m. Glory lowered the polaroid that Poland had let her borrow, and Asmo scampered to take the developing photo from her. Slowly, the image of Asmo holding pink and blue cotton candy formed itself against the golden ferris wheel lights that spun against the black sky.

It was summer now. Poland had invited them all back to her world to visit a fair. Apparently this was a yearly thing where she used to live. It was a little crowded, a little too noisy and full of snot-nosed kids, but there were rides and there was food and strange human world entertainment. Most of it didn’t appeal to Glory, besides using the place as a backdrop for new Devilgram photos, but Asmo was coming with the rest of the brothers, and Diavolo was giving them a few extra days before they had to go back, and Glory would do anything to get out of the boring Devildom.

Poland must have noticed Glory’s disgust at the farm animals, stalls, and dirt paths when they first entered the fairgrounds, because Poland handed the camera over to her almost immediately. She had packed tons of film, handed a bunch of boxes full of starry, rainbow bordered packs that Glory could use to her heart’s content.

Half of the photos were already used up, littering the inside of the mini backpack Poland had given over to her. Random photos of people screaming on rides, humans running around or sitting under the tents. Seeing kids eat popcorn off the ground was gross, but taking pics as they tripped and ate shit and spilled popcorn all over the ground was fascinating. Before their group had split up, Lucifer had watched as Glory photographed the people in the historical tent, feeling the need to supervise the only demon not hiding her horns with magic in case she caused a ruckus.

“Based on your grades, I never suspected you would be interested in history,” he said smugly.

Glory focused on making sure the photo was tucked safely away and developing properly before shooting Lucifer a glare, flipping him off for good measure. The gasps of the historic actors had Lucifer flailing and shoving her hand down, dragging her away before she could cause anymore problems.

“Luce, wait!” Poland yelled, “You’re going to miss out on the old fashioned ice cream.”

Glory debated shouting out Lucifer’s full name, seeing if that would illicit anymore startled gasps from the old men and women sitting with bonnets by the display. That would make for a good picture too.

“Glory, let me take one of you now!” Asmo said, his fingers crawling around the camera as he tried to gently pry it out of her hands, “Go stand in front of that ride over there! The Himalaya!”

He pointed to a ride that was spinning at an unbelievably fast speed (for humans anyway), but it was flashy and colorful, which meant it would look wonderful blurred together, and there were so many humans waiting in the line, which would mean more people to preserve in her collection (she would have to invest in a scrapbook). She started to skip over, her boots digging into the clay, orange soil as the ride’s music was interrupted by a loud siren-like horn.

“Kolia, you stay back there with Belial!” Asmo waved to the other two members of their group. Kolia was the one suffering the most from the atmosphere of the fair. She only tagged along on the trip because it meant she got to see Poland again, but somehow she had gotten separated and nearly lost until she ran into Belial and the others outside a funnel cake stand.

Asmo hurried to take the photos as fast as the camera would allow, Glory striking a few poses and being tempted to take back the camera to snap the faces of the screaming riders behind her, but Asmo signaled the camera needed to be refilled with film and Glory had the bag so…

They rejoined the rest of their group.

“Where do you want to go now?” Asmo asked. Belial pointed towards the tents where all the vendors were in the middle of the fair grounds.

“I want to buy something. I saw shark tooth jewelry earlier.”

“Oh, and sand art!” Asmo chimed in.

“Do we have enough money? How much did Lucifer give us?” Kolia reached for her wallet.

“Hold on, hold on,” Glory mumbled as she finished snapping the new box of film inside the camera, “There! Good to go! Oh, wait a second-”

She leaned in and reached her arm around all of them, holding the camera up to snap what would become a very blurry selfie of them all.

“Alright, let's go!”

**

It was fall now. Glory sat on a bench surrounded by an expanse of orange colored leaves in the middle of a park. It was almost too picturesque, too cliche. Asmo had run off to get some warm drinks from the coffee shop down the street. It was getting cold again, the human realm had always felt so much colder than Devildom, but maybe that was just because of where Poland lived?

It was their last visit here before winter set in. Poland already had pulled a lot of strings to get the others to tag along on visits throughout the year, especially since she almost never seemed to invite Diavolo along. Glory wasn’t exactly sure what was up with that, maybe the Prince of Hell was just too busy, or maybe there was some sort of feud going on between them. It didn’t matter much to him though.

“I’m back!” Asmo said, walking up with the two, tall cups in either hand, “Sorry it took so long. They don’t have the drink you like here, so I had to improvise to get something similar.”

“That’s fine,” Glory said, plucking the cup from Asmo’s hand with just their finger and thumb on either side of it, “Probably would have tasted gross either way. Human food is bad.”

“Hey, you may have suffered through Solomon’s cooking over at Purgatory Hall, but that doesn’t mean everything from the human realm is bad,” Asmo chided, “Poland isn’t a great cook either, but there are tons of places all over this world with cute desserts and stuff.”

“A shame we won’t get to see them,” Glory sighed, popping the lid open and taking a sip.

Asmo stared at him for a moment before starting to get up, “I actually saw a shop selling some macaroons earlier! Let me go back and get them-”

Glory grabbed his sleeve to stop him.

“Stay,” they mumbled, avoiding eye contact, “We can go get some later.”

Asmo remained frozen for a moment, then slowly sat back down on the bench, “Alright then.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence. They watched birds in the empty park peck at the ground, but it was far too hard and cold for their beaks to find anything beneath it. The carpet of leaves was rustled by the wind, a few brown leaves breaking off to dance in a violent circle, their dried and dead edges scratching against the concrete and making a grating rhythm to the ears.

“It’s only going to be until the spring, you know that, right?” Asmo asked, “It’s not a long time for a demon.”

“It’s a long time for me because I can’t come and go as I please.”

“You… like the human world now, don’t you? I thought with how you always were ignoring Poland, you didn’t like coming here.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I only come here to hang with you. Poland is just… well she’s convenient, she’s just my ticket for a new hangout spot. I just didn’t expect to find other humans so interesting.”

“They are interesting, aren’t they?” Asmo laughed behind his hand, “They’re so funny to tempt-”

“-to trip up-”

“-to trick-”

“-to observe-”

“-and to love,” Asmo finished, a deep sigh escaping him as he leaned back against the bench, watching his breath rise with the steam of the drink, mixing together in the air. Glory watched him confused, and although Asmo was wearing a thick scarf, Glory’s eyes shot to where he knew that marking was over his neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Glory crossed his arms, setting the drink down on the bench, “But I’m just annoyed because I don’t like being restricted. I don’t care what’s going on with Diavolo and your brothers and Poland and everyone else. It’s stupid of them to restrain us from coming to this realm whenever we want.”

“You could always walk through the eight layers if you really wanted to get here-”

“You know I would never do that to myself. Horrible idea.”

“It’s just a thought,” Asmo shut his eyes, “I might traverse it if Lucifer lets me. I’m sure I won’t be the only one rushing back up here. Poland has a fashion show in January. I might come see it.”

Glory didn’t respond. They just sat and stared at the city skyline rising just behind the trees at the edge of the park. Eventually, Asmo leaned his head on Glory’s shoulder, his hands unknotting Glory’s posture as he pulled Glory’s hands in his. He cracked open his eyes just a bit as he brushed his fingers along the old polish, humming when he noticed the chips.

“You should let me do your nails again. Or give you a makeover. We’ll have so much time in the winter to hang out. Nothing will change.”

Glory sighed again, and shut his eyes and let his head bonk against the top of Asmo’s gently.

He was right afterall. Nothing would change.

**

It was winter. Snow was not really a Devildom “thing” but Glory was certain they would be seeing some in the coming days because Diavolo had a knack for using whatever magic he could harness to simulate as much of the human world as he could. Glory had holed themselves up in the bedroom at Purgatory Hall, sitting on the window seat as they watched the moon outside.

Simeon and Solomon were in the courtyard, doing something with Luke. While teasing the young angel did give Glory some entertainment, they really weren’t in the mood right now. They had gone over to the House of Lamentation to hang with Asmo, but realized they had forgotten he had skipped off to the Human World for Poland’s fashion show. Glory had been invited, but had declined because nothing was being made easy through the use of seals, and they had no idea why Asmo would ever want to torture himself taking the footpath there.

So, now they were alone.

Meaning things had changed.

Belial and Kolia were probably downstairs, Kolia holed up in her room no doubt surrounded by books, ugh. But there was no one to compete with or talk aimlessly with. They supposed they could just go outside and steal Simeon aside, the angel was always too polite to decline even if he wasn’t really interested in the things being said, but that sort of genuine disinterest they would sense from him would just continue to make things boring.

They missed Asmo. He hadn’t even painted their nails before they left.

Whatever, they could do it themselves. If only they could find the energy to move.

Glory knew the human world would be unreasonably cold and snowy and blustery right now, and that was no place for demons, but it would be better than the mundane, boring days full of RAD classes that would continue to stretch on for the rest of their eternity. They still didn’t really understand the point of the academy, just knew that if they didn’t attend it Diavolo would probably rear his true nature and execute them for treason or something.

Glory sighed again, something they had been doing a lot since the seasonal depression set in, and got up finally to move back over to their bed. If they were leaving their room that meant getting dressed up, and although they were the Avatar of Vainglory they weren’t feeling the need to fulfill their sin right now. Instead, they flopped over on their bed, face first as they let themselves sink into the blankets, their mind aimlessly drifting through thoughts but never clinging to one.

At some point, they fell asleep.

And were abruptly woken when Asmo crashed into their bedroom from a portal breaking through time and space.

“Asmo, what the fuck?” Glory sat up, rubbing their eyes.

The demon stood up from the floor and brushed himself off, reaching a hand out to Glory immediately as he kept the portal open behind him.

“Hi! Guess I got the teleporting right! Anyway, you need to come with me to the human world, right now.”

“What? I’m not dressed, why?”

“Poland needs another model for her fashion show! It starts in an hour and one of the models broke their ankle. Come on, we have to go!”

Asmo was pulling Glory out of bed, tugging them towards the portal.

“What? Hold on, is this another seal?” They pointed at the portal, “When did you get this?”

“Poland has one for emergencies. Come on!”

Glory was tossed through the portal with Asmo, popping out on the other side. They opened their eyes as the remnants of the seal disintegrated in Asmo’s hand. He shook off the dust before pushing open the door to a backstage area. There were models milling about, people running around holding bundles of fabric and palettes of makeup. Peeking out from behind the curtain, Glory could see flowers covering the walls, real flowers pasted from floor to ceiling all the way through the maze that had been set up for the runway.

Poland rushed by, nearly missing them as she talked into a headset and carried a dress she was still beading. Asmo caught her arm and froze her in her tracks.

“Wonderful! You’re here!” Poland’s face lit up as she shoved the dress to one of the (Glory presumed) assistants, “Let’s get your makeup done right away!”

They both started to guide Glory to one of the vanities, but they dug their heels in and turned around, “Wait, wait, wait. I’m all in for this but, Asmo, how are we getting back to Devildom if the seal broke? I’m not walking all the way back. Do you even know the entrance to how to get back?”

“I don’t have another seal,” Poland said, “That was for emergencies. Guess this just means you’ll have to stay with me until the others can come pick you up?”

“It will take me a few days to get back home on foot,” Asmo laughed, “If you’re insistent about waiting for another portal home, then that would probably give you a good week or so before Diavolo and Lucifer come to drag you back.”

Glory mulled it over for a moment, really not liking the idea of being stuck living with Poland for a few days, but then Poland flagged down someone who was walking by with the rolling rack, picking a hanger off it to show.

“This is what you’ll be wearing, by the way!”

Glory stared in awe as Poland continued, twisting the fabric of the outfit and pulling more accessories off the top of the rack, “...and so you’ll be the beginning and the end of the show, wearing this at the start and then coming back out at the end to transform it by tugging these pieces off. Oh, and then you’ll be the one to walk out with me at the very end because that’s when the designer normally does their walk- uh, is this all okay?”

“Perfect,” Glory grinned, sitting down in the chair, “Asmo, you need to redo my nails while I start the makeup. You owe me after all.”

“Of course!” He chimed, shooing the cosmetologist away as he found a bottle of polish from inside the makeup kit.

“Um, are you really going to be able to do their nails while they’re moving their hands so much?” Poland asked doubtfully.

“Just leave us, love. You interrupting will be the more likely cause of a disaster if anything.”

“Just trust us,” Asmo said, softening the blow.

Poland didn’t mind. She just shrugged and walked off, wheeling the rack away as she went to manage the rest of the show’s set-up. Glory ignored the stares from the models next to them, as there was no way they were hiding their horns tonight. Grabbing a beauty blender and a bottle of foundation, they smiled wickedly in the mirror at their and Asmo’s reflections.

“We’ve got this.”

“We’ve got this.”

And they set to work.

[milkylammy]

Tag game: 50 Q

tagged by @xx-autmnlvr-xx

Thanks for the tag 😊

1. what is the color of your hairbrush?

= just black with a single silver band around the handle

2. name a food you never eat:

= I will never in my life, eat pickles. Even tho they sound super delicious when they crunch lol

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

= I’m too warm lol. Natural heater here.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

= Some homework for speech class

5. what’s your favorite candy bar?

= oh that’s a hard one uhhhh... I guess... snickers.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game?

= nah. Not into sports and even if I was, wouldn’t want to spend money to be surrounded by screaming people.

7. what was the last thing you said out loud?

= “oh, I didn’t knock. I just talked and you heard me thru the door and answered.”

8. what is your favorite ice cream?

= Cookie Dough. Especially from Rite Aid

9. what was the last thing you had to drink?

= Water.

10. do you like your wallet?

= My wallet is attached to my phone case (it looks like a camera and the lens part is the part that opens for my wallet). It’s convenient but I wish I had a wallet that had those picture slots lol.

11. what was the last thing you ate?

= Shakey’s. Aka, chicken, pizza and mojos. With a side of Pepsi.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

= uhhhh.. I think so? Time is weird rn lol

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched?

= I don’t know if professional boxing counts?

14. whats your favorite flavor of popcorn?

= Just good ol simple buttered popcorn.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to?

= technically, my group chat with all three of my besties. Tho, singular it would be my mom.

16. ever been camping?

= nah.

17. do you take vitamins?

= once a month, but that’s only when my bro or sis offer some.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship?

= No, not since I lived in Texas which was about... 3-4 years ago? I would like to but I got a bad case of social awkwardness and anxiety.

19. do you have a tan?

= only my right arm lol. That’s the arm that lays on the armrest next to the window.

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza?

= DAMN IT, MY WEAKNESSES AAAA! Hmm... I guess... ehh.. pizza?

21. do you drink your soda through a straw?

= No, but I really should lol. My friend has really clean teeth but that’s only cause she drinks everything with a straw.

22. what color socks do you usually wear?

= that’s a good question... hmm... I suppose black with yellow socks.

23. do you ever drive over the speed limit?

= nah I don’t know how to drive lol. I need to but I’m too scared of doing something wrong cause I get easily distracted.

24. what terrifies you?

= Being abandoned or unloved entirely.

25. look to your left, what do you see?

= my maternity pillow and ragged looking teddy bear.

26. what chore do you hate the most?

= Picking up my dogs’ feces from the yard. The smell is absolutely horrendous.

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?

= My online friend who I lost touch to :( I don’t know where he is now cause he deactivated his account but I hope he’s doing okay..

28. what’s your favorite soda?

= Cherry Pepsi babbbyyy 🤙🤙🤙

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

= the drive thru. It’s easier to order when there’s no one staring into your soul.

30. what’s your favorite number?

= 7, but realistically it’s 8. It’s the number my name always landed on in class or PE or a list in general.

31. who was the last person you talked to in real life?

= My brother.

32. favorite cut of beef?

= Sirloin?

33. last song you listened to?

= Pac Baby (2 Minutes) - Pac Man CE 2 Music

34. last book you read?

= Slappy’s Diary

35. favorite day of the week?

= Friday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards?

= nahhhhhhhh

37. how do you like your coffee?

= Iced. Sweet with a lot of cream. Especially if it’s pumpkin spice creamer.

38. favorite pair of shoes?

= what my family likes to refer to as, my “Jesus sandals”.

39. time you normally get up?

= 11am. Just a hour to wake up before class.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

= Sunset. The colors are extremely beautiful ☺️💕

41. how many blankets on your bed?

= 2 but I only use one.

42. describe your kitchen plates:

= diverse lol. There’s the plastic plates, some with a single gold circle around, ones that are brown and ribbed, pure white or with cartoons on them.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment:

= alittle messy with a shit ton of soda at the kitchen corner.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

= nah. Most are super bitter and sour to me and end up giving me bad heartburn. So nah, haven’t found my drink but I do want to try Sex On The Beach cause I heard it’s especially sweet and smooth.

45. do you play cards?

= does Loteria count?

46. what color is your car?

= grey. Yes, I own a car but I don’t drive it lol. My mom does tho.

47. can you change a tire?

= nope.

48. your favorite country?

= Japan 😭💕 It’s my dream to visit it one day and see all of it. It’s a very VERY lovely country with a special culture.

49. favorite job you’ve had?

= nope. Last and only job I had was McDonald’s and it was a very toxic environment with a bunch of McAssholes working there or customers that would shout at me for not knowing Spanish.

And I’ll skip 50 lol

[hellfirenacht]

Can’t Be Unseen Chapter 2

Fandom: Sally Face

Ship: Sal Fisher x Reader

Chapter 2 Summary: Feed the boy, woo the boy, romance the boy. That’s only 3 things, how hard could it be?

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Ao3

It was warmer than it had been in the last few days as you stood outside the apartment building. Your jacket was wrapped around your waist instead of over your shoulders, which was fine with you. It'd give a better view of the outfit that you had picked out for the day. You hoped he liked it. You hoped he even noticed it. You weren't one for dressing up at school too much- it was too much work for too early in the morning. 

You looked at your phone to check the time. It was 10 minutes 'til one. You still had a little bit of time before Sal showed up. 

"Hey there." 

Or not. Right, Sally was a good guy who actually showed up early to things like this. It was one of the things you really liked about him- he was never ever late. You smiled at him and looked him over. He was still wearing his usual outfit of a black long sleeved shirt and his ripped jeans but today he had let his hair down and was wearing a beanie today. 

"Hey there." you replied. "No pigtails today?" 

Sal shook his head. "Larry got me this hat, but it's a bit awkward to wear pigtails at the same time." 

"That's ok, you look great." you winked at him. "I'm pretty lucky." 

"Heh, thanks." his voice sounded a little flustered and you couldn't help but feel a little proud. 

"Shall we?" you asked offering your hand, and to your surprise he took it. 

"Let's go!" 

...

The festival was just a few blocks from the apartment building, in the nearby park. It was bigger than you had thought it'd be- from a distance you could see a Ferris wheel, and the smell of popcorn and corn dogs wafted through the air. You thought back to your plan and imagined all the things that you were going to do with Sal today. 

You were gonna romance the shit out of this boy. 

"There's a lot of people here already" Sal commented, looking around. He was right, there were a ton of people here, and a lot of them were dressed up in costumes. It was the Saturday before Halloween and a lot of the parents in town were using this opportunity to let their kids get candy and dress up beforehand, as Halloween was gonna fall on a Tuesday this year. 

"Maybe we should have dressed up." you suggested, feeling a little disappointed that you hadn't thought of it earlier. 

Sal just shrugged. "Most people think I'm just wearing a mask anyway." he turned his head towards you. "You're the one that sticks out like a sore thumb."

You couldn't help but laugh. "And Sally Face goes in for the kill! And just what are you gonna say when some kid asks what you're supposed to be?"

He thought for a second. "I'll just tell them I'm a serial killer. You said it yourself, I'm Jason chic." 

"The Sally Face Killer, huh? Kinda has a nice ring to it, like a good creepy pasta or campfire story." 

"Who do you think I'd kill?" he asked. "If I'm gonna go with this, I gotta make it convincing." 

"Oh you killed everyone in the apartments." you replied matter-of-factly. "You just went crazy one night and totally snapped and killed everyone because of... I don't know... Cthulhu or something."

"That doesn't make much sense." 

"It's a scary story, it doesn't have to make too much sense. You gotta suspend your disbelief." you smiled. 

You two continued chatting as you took your time walking around the fairground. All around you kids were playing pretend, adults were tasting some home brew ciders, and all the colors of fall and Halloween surrounded you. Even with Sal's sky blue hair, he fit in perfectly with everyone. No one was staring at him, well, except for you. 

You watched him closely as you walked around. With his prosthetic and one good eye, he could be hard to read outside of his voice, but that was a small challenge that you loved. Reading his body language had been an important factor these past few weeks. He was a very squirmy and antsy guy when it came down to it. There was always some part of him moving- from tapping his pencil when he was concentrating to talking with his hands when he was especially excited about something. Larry once mentioned that he'd make a great mime if he ever decided to not talk. 

Sal stopped for a moment and looked around, his eye landing on a small booth in the corner. Following his gaze, you spotted what he was looking at- a booth selling fresh made applesauce. This couldn't have been more perfect, you knew for a fact that applesauce was one of his favorite foods. He had confessed that he liked it originally because it was a food that he could more easily eat with his prosthetic on. 

"That smells amazing." you said. "Wanna go grab some?" 

His hand tightened slightly around yours for a moment, giving it a small squeeze. "I didn't have lunch." he admitted. "I got wrapped up in practicing before I realized what time it was." 

"Well, lucky for you we are at a place with a ton of food. Come on, let's get some applesauce, my treat."

There were several different flavors to choose from, the lady running the booth explained. The apples were fresh picked from a few towns over, and some of it was being made at the booth. 

"I've never had warm applesauce before." Sal admitted, before a spoon was shoved towards him. 

"Have a sample, dear." the lady said, not taking no for an answer. 

Sal awkwardly fumbled with the spoon for a moment before unclasping the lower strap of his face. 

"This is really good!" he said with slight surprise. 

"We'll take two." You told the lady, handing over the cash. 

"Thank you." Sal said, as you two walked away with your treats. 

"It's no problem. I gotta show my date a good time." you winked at him. 

He replied by shoving another spoonful of applesauce into his mouth. 

The next few hours were simple, walking around and chatting while stopping at different booths to taste and eat all the different carnival foods. You two compared notes, and had a slightly heated debate on which fall flavor was better. Sal liked apple cinnamon, you were a sucker for pumpkin spice. Though you were generous with buying a lot of the treats that you split, you did allow him to buy you two bottles of water and some crazy straws. You knew he wouldn't have been comfortable if you had been the only one spending money, even if he was a little bit on the completely broke side. 

Phase 1: Feed the Boy was complete, it was time for Phase 2: Woo the boy. 

Wooing in this case meant taking him over to the games and winning him a stuffed animal. You had considered going to the rides first, but after all the food that you two had ingested it was probably a bad idea. 

"What is that?" Sal suddenly asked, stopping in front of a booth. "Please tell me you're seeing this too, and that it's just not me." 

It didn't take long to find what he was staring at- it was a large stuffed cat, seemingly shaped like a specific cartoon character mascot, except the colors were all wrong. It was green and red and yellow with... the Sanity Falls logo on the stomach?

"That is an atrocity against God." You said in awe. 

"I want it." 

As if he needed to ask, really. Within seconds the two of you were seated at the booth, water guns in hand. No matter what the outcome, Sal was getting that stupid, beautiful, ugly cat.

"Let's do this." He said lining up his shot as the two of you attempted to fill the cardboard clowns mouth with water. Had this not been a high steaks mission, you'd make a dirty joke about this, but it wasn't the time. There was a hideous cat to be won. 

Both of your guns stopped working at the same time. Sal had won. 

"You can pick any of the prizes on this wall." The guy running the booth said. 

"What do I need to do to get that cat?" Sal replied, pointing to the other side of the booth. 

"Win three times." 

You slammed a few more dollars on the table. "I'm in." 

"You really don't have to!" Sal replied as he received a small stuffed pink alligator. It was ugly, but you wanted only the most ridiculous for your hopefully-soon-to-be boyfriend. 

"We can't just leave him here!" you said. "Can you imagine that dumb thing stuck here for weeks with no heavy metal to listen to?"

Sal saw that this wasn't a battle that he could win. This was your hill to die on, and he sat back down next to you. 

You won this time, that was a good sign, Sal winning a second time. You felt like the guy should have given it to you by the fourth play through where you won, seeing as it was obvious that the two of you were together but no such luck. You supposed he had to make money some way. 

All you needed to do was win one more time, and the cat would be yours. And by yours you meant his. 

Mid game, Sal caught your eye, his water gun jerked slightly to the left, clearly missing for a few seconds before steadying itself back. 

Sal was letting you win, the smug jerk!

You wanted to be offended but you also wanted to laugh. He was letting you win so that you could get the prize! You doubt he even realized that the reason you wanted it so bad was so that you could give it to him! 

Three minutes later, the guy running the booth was handing you the large stuffed cat. 

"He's even weirder up close." Noted Sal, looking him over. 

"What are you gonna name him?" you asked, handing him the stuffie. 

"Me?" 

"Yeah you, I won him for you, you know." you said with a smile.

"But you're the one who paid for all the games. How much money did you spend at that stand?" 

"Don't ask questions I don't want to know the answer to." You replied with a hand wave. 

"...."

"Hm, if it means that much to you, we'll do joint custody. You get him during the week, and I'll take him on Thursdays or something." You tried to negotiate. 

That seemed to allow Sal to relax. "I think I can live with that. Though I hope Gizmo is okay with me bringing him home a little brother."

You took his hand again, this time lacing your fingers together. "Knowing your cat, he'll be fine." 

...

LarryFace: hows the date going?

BlankFace: I think it's going well! I fed him applesauce and won him the best stuffed animal ever!

Blankface sent Pic_253

LarryFace: aww man I'm jealous :( 

BlankFace: You should be ;D

...

AshleyFace: Hey! How are you doing today?

SallyFace: oh, I'm good! i'm hanging out at the fall festival today

AshleyFace: Hot date? 

SallyFace: haha she's acting like it is, it's kinda nice actually

AshleyFace: what do you mean "acting like" ...?

SallyFace: g2g, about to go check out the stage!

...

"Come on! I wanna make sure you get a good view!" you said, practically dragging Sally behind you. 

"Why? What's gonna be on stage?" Sal asked. 

"Something that I think you're gonna get a kick out of." you replied, smiling back at him. 

Sal wasn't one to argue with you at this point; you had been doing such a good job at making sure he had fun that he trusted you with whatever plans you had come up with. He gripped onto you hand tighter as you two weaved through the lawn towards the front of the stage. 

"Looks like they're just about to start." you looked over at him with a shit-eating grin as the two person band with acoustic guitars took the stage. They started playing a slow melody before they familiar lyrics played. 

Concealed behind the screens

An obsession obscene 

Abandon our souls as we become

Machine

Sal froze and stared at the stage for a moment, jerking his head between you and the band in front of you two. 

"No." he said after a moment more of them playing.

"Yes"

"There's no way."

"Oh yes way there is."

"This isn't-"

"An acoustic Sanity’s Fall cover band? Oh yes it is." 

You heard Sal snort from under his prosthetic. "Sanity’s Fall was not meant to be played like this." 

"I don't know, I kinda like it. I can actually understand what they're saying." you teased, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him as close as you dared. You didn't want to be too forward and made him uncomfortable. To your delight he didn't pull away or tense up.

"You still think I can play better than these guys, right?" he asked. 

"Dude, of course. You fuckin' shred." 

That was good enough for Sal, as he turned his attention back to the stage, occasionally making a comment about how the band had transposed from electric to acoustic or about how one song didn't make any sense unless you can head bang to it. You smiled and allowed yourself to watch him, glad that you were on the same side as his glass eye- it gave you an easier time to watch without him noticing. 

A few songs later and the cover band left the stage. In a weird way, it had been a nice compromise to Larry's original idea of taking Sally to a real SF concert. Plus getting to see all the confused parents and adults around the stage really made it work. 

"So, is there anything you want to do?" you asked him as you both left the stage area. 

"I thought you had all the plans." Sal teased. 

"Oh, I do." you reassured him. "I had to leave room for 'let my date choose something to do', you know."

"So I can pick anything?" he asked. 

"Anything at all."

"I want you to get your face painted."

That surprised you. "Really? I mean, sure if you want me too, but why?"

"I can tell that you feel a little left out that you aren't dressed up for Halloween." he admitted. "I want you to feel happy, too."

That dumb boy made your heart melt on the spot. How was he able to see through you like that? He started leading you to the face paint station, and shoved some money at the lady before you even had a chance to protest. 

"What'll it be?" they asked. 

You took a look at their board, and pointed to a picture of a girl with the top of her face as a pumpkin looking mask. You didn't want a full face, especially something on your mouth. 

Sal watched with amusement as the lady went to work turning you into a pumpkin. Halfway through he snapped a pic and sent it to the group chat. 

SallyFace sent Pic_003

LarryFace: its the great pumpkin charlie face!

...

AshleyFace: Hey Larry, I think there might be a problem with the date

LarryFace: what u mean?

AshleyFace: I don't think Sal realizes this is an actual date.

LarryFace: what?? hes gotta! i even gave him the heads up that she wanted to take him on a date!

AshleyFace: ???? What exactly happened?

LarryFace: well me and sally face were talking about dates and he said hed never been on one and i said that she had been thinking about asking him on a date cause she wanted to give him a good first date

AshleyFace: Dammit Larry, don't meddle in these kinds of things! I think you gave Sal the idea that this is some sort of fake date!

LarryFace: oh fuck knuckles 

...

"What do you think?" you asked, smiling at Sal and batting your eyelashes. 

"I think it's cute!" he replied. "They did a great job with the shading." 

"Thanks for doing this for me, by the way. That was very sweet of you." 

"It's only fair, you won me this cat." 

"Then I guess we're even right now. But I'm gonna win."

"Win what?"

"Your heart, of course." you said with an easy grin. You wished you had a better idea of what was going through his head. Normally you could gauge how well your flirting went over by how pink his ears turned, but with him wearing the hat, you didn't have much to go off of. 

The sun was starting to set at this point, even though it was barely 5 pm. Though it had only been a few hours, it felt so much shorter and yet so much longer. You tightened your grip on his hand slightly, knowing that with his singular eye he wasn't a huge fan of walking around at night in a crowd. There were a lot more older people here now that it was getting darker- a lot of the parents must have decided to take the kids home. 

You thought back to everything you saw online about the festival, trying to decide if it'd be better to go on rides now or start looking around at some of the art tents. 

"I've never been on a Ferris wheel." Sal offered, suddenly. It was almost as if he was reading your mind, that or he was trying to change the subject from your previous flirting. 

"Wanna ride?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. He let out a small laugh. 

"It looks like it could be fun."

The two of you stood in line for a good 45 minutes before you were able to get on. You two had discussed tapping out, but both of you decided that you were too invested at this point. It was okay though, it was still a good time to talk and flirt with him. 

Once you two were on the ride, it quickly became apparent at how rickety and unsafe this whole thing felt. There was nothing to stop either of you from falling except for a metal bar and Gods' Will. As your cart went up one to let the next people on the ride, you suddenly remembered something very important, and you gripped at the handle bar tightly. 

"Wow, this thing sure is janky. Hey, are you okay?" Sal asked. 

"Fine." you replied quickly and tensely as the Ferris wheel moved upwards again. 

"You don't seem fine."

"...I may have just remembered that I am not really a super huge fan of being anywhere except for on the ground." you admitted, not wanting to really say-

"You're afraid of heights?" 

Dammit Sally Face. 

"And you know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and you go over a hump and your stomach does that thing where it drops?" you asked, he nodded. "Not a huge fan of that either." 

"Is that why you always decline going on roller coasters with me and Larry?" Sal asked, as you two moved up once again. You couldn't help but nod. 

"Sorry. I lied. I'm not actually as hard core as you two." You gave him a weak smile, going up once more, almost to the top now. 

He reached out and place his hand on top of one of yours. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone." You two were now at the top, the sun shining directly behind Sal's head making him look like an angel. 

What kind of romantic bullshit was this? You were supposed to be wooing him, not the other way around! But still, it let you relax a bit as the two of you moved down one. Everyone was now on the ride and it was time to start spinning for real. 

The first go-round was the worst, but it got easier after that. The whole time Sal pointed out different things that he could make out to distract you, and by the time the ride was over you had found yourself having fun, even if it was on a spinning death machine. 

Your legs were a bit shaky as you two exited the ride, but you were smiling wide. "I didn't completely hate it and it's all thanks to you, Sally Face." 

"I knew you could do it." This time he took your hand, and your heart raced for a moment. 

Together you went on a few more rides. Despite your lack of enthusiasm for the Ferris wheel, you were a master at anything that spun around really fast, though after two of those rides, Sal had to tap out. 

"The applesauce was good going down, but I don't think it'd be good coming back." he said. 

You wished that there had been some sort of fireworks or big ending to the date, but the festival didn't have anything like that. Come and have fun til 9 then leave, was the basic idea. 

It was 7 now, two hours until everything shut down but you could tell that the two of you were starting to get tired and had seen almost everything there was. 

"This was a lot of fun." Sal said as you two headed towards the exit. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." 

"And you said this was happening every weekend until mid-November, right?"

"Yup! It's-"

"What are you supposed to be?" you suddenly heard a voice next to you. Some middle-schooler with fake blood coming out of every opening on their face was staring at the two of you. 

"I'm the pumpkin queen." You replied. 

"Not you, that one." the kid said, pointing at Sal. 

"I'm the Sally Face Killer." he replied without missing a beat and you couldn't help but smile. 

"Where'd you get your mask? I want it." the kid replied, still staring intently at Sal. 

"It's a prosthetic." Sal explained. "It protects my face from-"

"So you're like, a total freak under there?"

"Woah, he now kid. Don't be rude." you quickly spoke up. "Come on, Sal let's go."

You started to pull him away, when you felt a slight catch. Sal let out a surprised grunt and you turned around to look at him. 

For the very first time, you were truly face to face with Sal Fisher. 

Next Chapter

[evanstanhoney]

Saved(part ii).//Vampire!Shawn

a/n: no one asked but here is the continuation of this one! this is a small request that quickly got out of hand(its another 2K)...but i really like the characters and couldn’t let them go. enjoy!

Saved Masterlist

It’s been eight days of Shawn being held up in your apartment and he’s sure he’s on the verge of insanity. The only person you knew that could make him a piece of daylight jewelry, had gone away on a trip leaving Shawn only able to leave your house once it was dark. He’d missed a whole week of classes, and he was almost positive he was going to lose his job.

You two would go out late at night, for a walk, or to one of the 24- hour stores to just walk around. With him being new, you made it a rule that you have him interact with as little people as possible. The fewer people he was around the smaller the chance of him hurting someone. And every time he’d complained about ‘being held hostage’ you tried to explain that to him, but it only seemed to make him more anxious.  

To make matters worse you were hardly ever home. You had a full course load of classes, plus work, so you were only with Shawn for about eight to ten hours of the day, and you felt terrible. But you were also annoyed.

Every day you came home to find empty blood bags strewn all over the floor of your apartment. You’d gone to the hospital to steal more blood bags in the last week for Shawn than you had in the last month for yourself. It was like leaving a puppy unattended all day just for them to make a mess. But he was so cute, you could never stay mad at him. You’d scold him, and he’d look at you with that adorable little pout and let him off the hook.

Yup. Exactly like having a puppy.

“Shawn you can't be drinking five bags a day.”

“Why not? I’m hungry.”

“Many reasons. But mainly because my connection at the hospital is going to end up fired, and then I’ll have to find a new place to get them. Which very difficult.”

“What do you expect. You keep me locked up all day, and I’m hungry. I’m a growing vampire you know.” He quips giving you a cheeky grin.

He was a charmer that’s for sure. But a charmer that was going to get the both of you in trouble.

“If you’re that hungry then, eat food. Normal food. It's not poison.” You say, shuffling around the apartment, picking up after Shawn. 

“Yeah but it’s not as good. And I have to eat a shit ton to feel a little bit satisfied.” He whines, throwing himself on the couch.  

That was only half true. Human food tasted amazing. With all your senses heightened you could taste every note of every spice. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as blood, but it got the job done.

“Well, we can go to the store when it’s dark and get more food, because this,” you sigh, kicking his legs off your coffee table, holding up another empty bag you found under it “can't keep happening.”  

“You mean at 2 am. When the streets are empty.”

“I’m tired of only seeing you,” he grumbles under his breath, completely forgetting that you can hear him.

“What, I’m not fun enough for you?”  You smirk, but he only pouts more, “I know it sucks and I’m sorry but it’s -”

“Not safe. I’m a monster I get it.”

“Shawn - I never said that.” You assured, voice soft. 

You take a seat next to him on the couch, pulling his chin up to look at you.

“Hey, don’t say that about yourself. You’re not a monster Shawn,  just don’t know how to control your instincts yet.”

“I’m never going to learn if you don’t teach me, and how are you supposed to do that if you won’t even let me around people?”

You’ve never had to ‘teach’ a new vampire before and it was overwhelming. You didn’t want to completely fuck up and have him pick up on some horrible habits. Or end up hurting someone, because you didn’t say the right thing. You weren’t all that old yourself and felt nowhere qualified to help him. So yeah, you were holding off on teaching him because you were absolutely terrified.

“Alright, some friends and I are going to see a movie and maybe drinks afterward tomorrow night around eight. You can come along.”

“Really?!” He gasped, eyes bright.

It was the first time you’d seen him smile, really smile.

“Are they like people, real people, or are they like us?”

He's still not used to the idea of calling himself a vampire. And calling other people human was too bazaar to say out loud.

“James is a vampire, older than me but we’ve been friends for decades.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows, surprised. You had told him that there were more of you in town. More than people would think, but he didn’t think that you would be such good friends with one. He was excited to meet him, to finally meet someone like him.

You hoped that having James around would help him. Someone, he could better relate to, since everything you told him went in one ear and out the other.

“Piper is a witch, she’s the one who’ll make your daylight ring.” you smiled.

“Oh, thank god!”

“But Maddie and Logan are human.”

“And they know?”

“Yeah. They’d been friends with Piper for years, so they knew about the supernatural before they met me.”

He nodded his head like he was listening but he was still beaming at the news.

He was finally going to leave the house! At normal hours. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid on Christmas.

“There are rules Shawn. You have to stay with me the whole time. No wandering off, and if you feel even a little bit...off. Tell me.”

“Yeah sure, okay!”

“Shawn this is important, okay.” You say, voice stern.

As if he’d actually listen to you.

“I know. Thank you!” He leans over and wraps you in the tightest hug.

You were just happy to see him happy.

                                                        …..

You gave him the same speech on the way to the theater, all he did was nod and smile, foot bouncing up and down. You made sure he ate plenty before you left as a precaution. You knew he’d be okay, especially with James there, but you were still nervous for him.

Once you buy your tickets you go outside, and see everyone talking amongst themselves in the lobby. Before you reach them, you spot Piper eyeing Shawn up and down.

Here we go.

“Everyone. This is Shawn. Shawn this is everyone.”

Everyone says their hello’s and James and Shawn start some small talk when you feel piper leaning into you, linking your arm with hers.

“You didn’t tell me he - “

“Piper,” you cough, looking giving her a tight-lipped smile. “let’s go get popcorn. Guys, we’ll be right back.”

You yank her away and start making your way to concessions, and you see Shawn move to follow.

“No, stay, and talk. We’ll be two seconds.” You smile.

His eyes go wide, but nods biting his lip. He was talking big leading up to tonight, but he had anticipated you being with him the whole time. You all he’s known since he’s turned and even though you were just a few feet away, he felt lost.

You were nervous to leave his side as well, but having James there helped. If anything were to happen James could handle him.

You aren’t even in line at concessions before Piper is gushing about Shawn.

“So that’s little boy lost, huh?”

“He’s got a name.” You smirk, rolling your eyes.

You told her about Shawn the moment, you first brought him up to your apartment, and she’d been dying to meet him since.

“He’s cute.” She noted, waiting for you to take the bate, “Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Piper, I just met him.”

“You saved his life, and you’ve been shacked up at your place for the last week. I think you know him enough.” She laughed, looking over her shoulder at Shawn.

“I am being nice.” you insist, fidgeting with the necklace around your neck.

She’s still got a cheeky smirk on her face, eyebrows raised.

You roll your eyes, stepping closer to her, lowering your voice to a near whisper. “He doesn’t have anyone. If I don’t take care of him then... this town is going to have a new wave of animal attacks. And I don’t want that blood on my hands.”

“Then why’d you turn him?”

“It was an accident.” You groan.

“That’s a little more than an accident, hun.”

You’re about to order your food when you feel it.

Your whole body is vibrating, like you’ve had ten cups of coffee, your throat burns, and there’s an anxiety that you’ve never felt. You turn to look at Shawn who’s standing next to James, biting his nails.

Something's wrong.

You leave Piper in line and rush over to Shawn who’s only seems to get worse in the two seconds it took for you to get to him.

“Shawn?” You questions, hand resting on his back.

He jumps at the contact.

“Hmh?”

“Are you okay?”

He gives you a quick nod, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Excuse us.”

You take Shawn by the elbow away from your friends, hiding behind one of the movie displays. “You’re lying to me.”

He shakes his head quickly again, eyes cast down on his shoes.

“You’re hungry.” You accuse, but he still won't look at you.

“No ‘m  not.”

“I can - feel it.” that gets his attention, and he looks at you, eyebrows knitted together.

“I don’t know how it works either but I know your lying.”

It’s like everything he’s feeling is being transferred to you. You’ve never seen anything like it before, but you’re happy about it now.

“You need to breathe, Shawn okay?” You keep your voice as calm as you can, stepping closer to him.

“I can't. It’s too much. Can hear it…pumping.” He huffed, running a hand through his hair.

You can feel him getting more anxious, and then you see his fangs come through. You were trying your best not to panic, you were dealing with all his emotions, the last thing you needed was to make him more anxious. But this was bad.

You reach out and take his hands into yours.

“I know but Shawn - hey look at me. You have to block it out.”

“How?” He whines. It’s starting to physically hurt, and he doesn't know what to do. But he’s scared and wishing he’d just listened to you. That he’d stayed in your apartment because you were right. He wasn’t ready.  

“Find something else, another sound or scent and focus on it. The popcorn popping, people talking, the cars outside. Anything else.”

“I’m trying. It won’t stop!” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

You place your hands on either side of his face and force him to look at you.

“Close your eyes, okay? Now deep breathes.”

He closes his eyes and he follows your breathing, slowly for a few moments until you can feel him start to relax, his fang retracting back into his gums.

“There ya go,” You let out a deep breathe just as relieved. “See, you’re okay.” You smile, running your fingers through his hair.  

He presses his forehead to yours and it despite it being quite intimate, it doesn’t feel awkward at all.

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go back out now?”

“Yeah.”

You untangle yourself from him but takes your hand, linking your fingers with his.

“It helps.” he explains, eyes on your hands linked together  “Touching you. It calms everything down.”

You gave him an understanding nod and gave his hand a light squeeze. Not concerned in the slightest what your friends would think,  and fully prepared for Piper’s stares.

No matter how much smaller you were than him, you felt so protective of him. You couldn’t explain it, but you were going to do everything you could to help him and make him feel safe.

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Wonderwall

I love your fics! I was just curious if you could do a Sweet Pea fic based off the song wonderwall by Oasis?

@lost-to-space here you go! 

Warnings: Cussing, Smut

Wonderwall

Sweet Pea POV

I had known (Y/N) for about 6 years give or take and we had always been close, best friends, until about a year ago. It was a typical Saturday night, we were at the Wyrm and (Y/N) had done her initiation into the Serpents. Ever since then I had looked at her differently. Every time she walked into a room it was like my heart skipped a beat. I had even dropped hints several times about liking her.

1 year ago

After her initiation (Y/N) walked off the stage, Serpent Jack around her shoulders as she pulled her jeans back on and put a black tank top on over top the lingerie she was wearing. She slipped her boots on and smiles at me.

“Well, I’m one of you now Pea.” She had said hugging me. When her skin touched mine it was like fire in my veins. I hug her back and kiss the top of her head. “You have always been one of us, you know that.”

She had pulled away and pulled me over to the bar, insistent on us doing a celebratory shot. Once we had taken our shots, she came over and sat on my lap, like she normally did when she was drunk. She turned to me and smiled, clearly buzzed. She had probably drank a little before she did her dance so it didn’t surprise me.

“You looked incredible up there tonight, (Y/N),” I tell her moving her hair away from her face.

She smiled and we locked eyes for a moment before Fangs came over and pulled her off my lap and into a hug.

There had been so many other opportunities for her to realize. I told her all the time that she was gorgeous, I always found an excuse to hug her, sit by her, brush our hands up against each other, drive her home, pretty much any hints you think I could drop I had dropped. Still, nothing had happened. I knew that she had a pretty rough break up with her ex. They had been together for 2 years, happy as could be, until (Y/N) found out that he was not only cheating on her but he had been dealing Jingle Jangle for the Ghoulies. She had jumped into that relationship so quick that as far as I knew she hadn’t had any interest in any guys since.

Of course Fangs, Toni, and Jughead always gave me shit for having a thing for (Y/N) too. They would always tease me.

“Dude, I don’t know how the fuck she doesn’t know you are into her by now. You are so damned obvious.” Fangs had said to me one day after I had told her I’d take her home after school.

“That’s the point, idiot.” I snarled at him. “More than 6 months now, I have been trying to get that girl to notice me.”

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Toni asked me, patting me on the back.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same, Topaz?” I ask her. “Or worse she rejects me because of what happened with her fuck tard ex?”

They had just looked at me sadly.

It was hard as hell to hide my feelings for her. She was all on my damned mind from the moment I open my eyes until the time I close them. It got a little annoying sometimes, especially when I saw other guys hit on her.

That dumbass Bulldog Reggie had been flirting with her by her locker one day when I was walking up to her to take her home.

“Come on, gorgeous. Just one date. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He had said winking at her.

“I don’t think so, Reggie. I just don’t like you as more than a friend, sometimes not even that to be honest.” She had replied. I snorted as I walked up to them.

“Take a hike, Bulldog.” I had sneered at him. “She said no.”

“Is this oaf your bodyguard?” Reggie asked (Y/N) laughing.

“No, I’m not but I think you should leave before I fuck up your face,” I said walking up to him.

“Do something, Snake. Guarantee I could show her a better time in the sack than you.” He says grinning. That was all it took for me to lose it. I had decked him and knocked him to the floor. He got two punches before I had his hands pinned and was punching him.

“Sweets no! Stop!” (Y/N) yelled and attempted to pull me off him. I stopped and got in his face. “Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that again or I will knock every single tooth down your throat,” I growl at him before getting up and walking out of the school.

After that, Reggie never came around her again. I grin at the memory as I pull up to her house. I had given her a ride again that day. She lived in an apartment about five minutes away from my trailer. She hops off the back of my bike and kisses me on the cheek, her usual thank you.

“Will I see you tonight?” She asks me, handing me the helmet that I always make her wear.

“Did we have plans?” I ask confused.

“I was thinking you could come over and watch a movie or two with me. I bought that extra butter popcorn you like.” She says smiling at me.

“Well, I guess when you put it like that then I can’t say no. Let me go home and shower and change and I’ll be back in an hour.” I say putting the helmet in my saddle bag.

“It’s a date.” She says smiling at me. “But just to be sure you don’t run off with Fangs..” She walks up and lifts my dog tags over my head and puts them on. “Now you have to come back.”

I tense up, feeling naked. I never ever let anyone else wear my tags. I sigh and nod at her. I head home to get ready.

Reader POV

I smile as I watch Sweet Pea ride away and I put my hands on his tags around my neck. I knew Sweet Pea hated not having them and it was a little test that I wanted to do. For the last few months, I had started to develop feelings for Sweet Pea but I wasn’t entirely sure he felt the same way about me. He had always flirted with me and did other little things I noticed. I tried to do the same but I never really knew if he caught on.

3 months ago

We had been watching movies at his trailer, we had just finished the first Hunger Games movie and were on the second one. I had to beg him to watch them in the first place so I was surprised he said okay to the second one. We were sitting on his couch, my legs crossed to my right side so I leaned in the direction he was in. He had his arm slung on the back of the couch and was staring at the TV screen, completely unaware I was staring at him. Or so I thought.

“If I have something on my face, tell me don’t be a jerk and laugh.” He said looking at me and raising an eyebrow.

I felt a blush heat my face up, thankfully it was dark enough so he couldn’t see it. “No there isn’t anything that I can see,” I say smiling at him.

“Okay, now I know there is something. Get it off.” He says rubbing his face. I laugh at him.

“Pea, there really isn’t.”

He gives me a look and I sigh and scoot closer to him, examining his face. Once I was done I caught his eye. We locked eyes and started to lean in.

“What’s up, guys?! Sorry, we are late!” Toni busts in. I jump back, blushing again.

I wasn’t sure I had heard it right but I could’ve sworn I heard Sweet Pea mutter “Great fucking timing, Topaz.”

I walk into my apartment and shower, I straighten my hair making it go down past my shoulders. I put some light eyeliner and lip gloss on and then walk to my room. I put on a burgundy dress that flowed out on the bottom and had spaghetti straps. It showed a decent amount of cleavage too. I smirk to myself, grab his tags and put them around my neck, and put on some black flats. I go downstairs to get stuff ready. I popped some popcorn and was just getting the movie on the play screen when I heard him come in. He had never knocked in the whole time he knew me.

I had to stop myself from breaking out into a full cheesy grin. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach as I looked him up and down. He had on some brown boots that looked almost new, dark blue jeans, a white v-neck and a black plaid shirt that was buttoned up and he didn’t have the sleeves rolled up. I knew four things for sure. One, Sweet Pea never wore new boots, he would always buy a new pair but go for a hike in the woods so they look worn. Two, He never ever wore a white shirt. I didn’t even think he owned one. Three, he always had his shirts unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. Lastly, he never wore cologne. I walked up and hugged him, inhaling his scent. He most definitely had cologne on. I could smell it mixed in with his cigarette smell.

“You look gorgeous, Pea,” I say wrapping my arms around him.

“Me? Look at you.” He says pulling me back and twirling me around in a circle. I chuckle. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

I blush and lead him to my couch. It was one that reclined so we could get comfortable. I sit down beside him and hand him the popcorn. He laughed and took a handful.

“So what movie are you making me sit through now?” He asks me.

“Can you turn that lamp off first?” I ask. He nods and reaches over across the couch. I could see the shirt straining against his muscled arms. I take a sharp intake of breath and smile. God, he was so gorgeous.

I click play and the title comes on The Proposal. I hear him groan and shove his shoulder against mine.

“I already watched this one,” he complains

“Oh, hush. It’s a really good movie.” I say shoving him, as I shoved him he grabbed ahold of me and I end up on top of him. I look down at him and lock eyes with him. My breath caught in my throat.

“I need to get a drink,” I say quickly and get up and run into the kitchen. I take a deep breath and put my hands on the counter, trying to calm myself down. I see arms come around me to grip the counter. I could feel him behind me. I gulp and turn around, my heart feeling like it was going to bust out of my chest.

“Are you okay?” He asks me, looking down.

“I’m-I’m..” I trail off, he’s looking at me concerned and I look at his lips. Screw it. “Oh fuck it already!” I exclaim and pull his head down to my level and smash my lips against his. I could tell he was shocked but after a minute his arms wrap around my waist and he picks me up and sits me on the counter, our lips fit perfectly together and his were soft but rough against mine. I deepened the kiss, nudging my tongue against his lips, asking for entrance. He granted it and I hear him groan as our tongues meet.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom, not caring about the movie anymore. He lays me down and starts kissing me again. I roll over on top of him and start to unbutton his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.

“This would be the time you choose to button your shirt.” I tease. He grins and pulls the shirt over his head. I pull the white shirt over his head and kiss down his chest, raking my nails down it as I go. That earned a moan from him and I grinned. I get to his pants and I could feel his erection through his jeans. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down and off. His erection springs free and I grin up at him. I start working my fist on it and then put my mouth on it. I start by going slow, teasing him. After a few minutes, I bob my head up and down on his dick. I look up at him and we lock eyes.

“You look so damn hot right now, (Y/N), but I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” He says pulling me off and slamming me down on the bed. “I think you have teased me enough. I have waited so long for this moment.” I smile and kiss him, running my fingers through his hair. He pulls me into a sitting up position, still kissing me, so he can unzip my dress. He pulls it off and lays me back down, looking at me. I lay there in a nude bra and thong set with black lace on them.

He groans. “You are so damned perfect.” He kisses down my neck to the tops of my boobs, massaging them through my bra. He reaches around me and unclips it, tossing it to the side. He swirled his tongue around one nipple while massaging the other. I moan and arch my back, I could feel how wet I was getting. He kissed down my stomach and stopped so he could take my thong off. I see him smirk as he kisses down my thighs and starts to play with my clit. I moan as his tongue connects with my heat.

“Oh God, Pea yes!” I moan, my fingers clutching the sheets. He starts flicking his tongue up and down on my clit, while he puts a finger in me, moving it back and forth. I groan and wrap my legs around his head, trapping him. He hums against my clit and I lose it. I cum hard and he licks one last time before moving my legs to come up and kiss me. “You are so damned sexy, you know that? That was amazing.” I tell him, kissing him.

“Oh, baby you haven’t seen anything yet.” He says winking at me. He puts the head of his dick to my entrance and pushes in slowly. “Holy hell you’re tight.” he moans as he pushes in. I groan feeling him fill me up. I knew he was big and it hurt a little but he lets me adjust to his size. I buck my hips up telling him to go. He moans and connects his lips to my collarbone as he starts to pump into me. I moan at how good it feels. He starts to go faster then pulls out. I look at him confused. He picks me up and rests my back against the wall. He lowers me onto him and I have to bite my lip from screaming.

“Oh shit that feels so damn good!” He says pumping into me. I moan loudly as he bounces me up and down on him. He moves again, still bouncing me up and down and turns me over so I’m laying with my head down and my ass up. I groan as he slams into me, hearing the sound of skin slapping. I had already came multiple times but I felt another orgasm coming on.

“I’m gonna cum, Pea,” I warn as my orgasm nears. He starts going faster and I groan loudly, my toes curling, and my hands gripping the sheets. “I’m cumming, (Y/N).” He moans and then cums in me. I moan and crawl up on my bed. He lays down beside me and pulls me into his side. I smile up at him and he grins.

“Holy shit. That was absolutely amazing.” He tells me. I nod in agreement. “So does this mean you’ll be my girl?” He asks.

“Like you have to ask,” I say smiling and picking his tags up that was still hanging around my neck.

“I love you.” He tells me and kisses my head. “But I want those back.”

I laugh and kiss him. “I love you too, Sweet Pea.”

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word count: 1,800

summary: sam has never had much luck with homes, but you’re on a mission to change that

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You loved the bunker, you really truly did. It’s concrete walls and long hallways had become so endearing to you over the years you’d spent there with the boys. It held memories for you - cooking in the kitchen with Dean, your first kiss (any many there after) with your boyfriend Sam. Reading over lore books with Cas, making popcorn for the movies you watched when you could. It had really become home to you... you just wished Sam felt the same way.

Every time you went into Sam’s room you couldn’t help but sigh a little bit. It looked almost exactly as it did when he first stepped foot in it, besides the pair of shoes on the floor, the empty duffle bag in the corner, and all the books he had lugged in from the library. You’d convinced him to buy a new blanket and lamp, but that was about all he would muster in terms of personalizing the place. And you understood why.

No matter how much Sam tried to deny it, he never really wanted to call anywhere home anymore. Why would he? His first one burnt down, and then his apartment after that. Everywhere he put down roots and tried to make his own just fell apart, the life he had there crumbling with it. He had decided long ago to stick to dingy motel rooms and the passenger seat of the impala. You’d first caught on when he talked about how the bunker was where you all worked, not where you lived. But when you asked him about it later he’d explained how he felt, and you could tell that something was just holding him back from truly making it somewhere for him to live. 

Which is how you ended up stuck with bags on each arm, lugging them into the bunker after a long day of shopping. You were determined to make that place home for him, no matter what it took. 

Lucky for you, Dean had actually listened to you and managed to get him out of the bunker for the afternoon. He’d rummaged up a story about needing a specific herb for a new ritual he wanted to try, and how it only grew in one specific place. Day trip for the boys, decorating time for you. 

You took all the bags back to your and Sam’s room, leaving again to track down a hammer and nails. Once you had everything together that you needed, you got to work hanging, arranging and brightening up the space as best you could before the boys got back.

SAM’S POV:

It was oddly quiet when he got back to the bunker. He knew that Y/N was there, and he’d expected to hear her music or a TV on. 

“Well, um, I’m going to go organize the.... herb drawer,” Dean said very matter of factly, starting to walk away in the opposite direction of where they stored their ingredients.

“Since when do we have an herb drawer?” Sam asked, his suspicion growing. 

“Since... now?”

“Okay, what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“I’ve been acting weird all day? Pshhh, you’ve been acting weird all day. You weirdo.” Dean deflected, slowly inching his way down the hallway. Always so skilled with the come-backs. 

“Uh-huh.... right,” Sam narrowed his eyes, prepared to follow his brother until Y/N appeared through the other entrance, a nervous smile on her face as she came up to him, pulling him into a hug. Something was definitely up. 

“I’m assuming you have something to do with why he’s been so keyed up all day?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he looked down at her. Y/N shrugged, stepping up on her tip-toes to kiss him. He kissed her back, not really caring about what was going on with Dean for a moment. He’d missed her, even if it’d only been a few hours. 

“Maybe,” she grinned.

“You wanna fill me in?” 

“Promise to have an open mind?” She asked, using her best puppy dog eyes. She only pulled those out on rare occasions, and it gave him a bit of a pit in his stomach. There was no telling what she had been up to. 

“I’ll try?” was all he could muster.

“Good enough for me. Come see.” She took his hand, so small compared to his, and pulled him down the hallway and to the right. He did a bit of a double take to make sure he was in the right room. 

It looked... different. There was a new rug on the floor, some small decorations on the dresser. The books that had been stacked on the shelf by the head of the bed were up on a bookshelf - he recognized it later as the one from the basement that had been cleaned up. Where they had stood were picture frames, all different sizes. And as he went down each one, he couldn’t help but smile.

There was one of him, Bobby and Dean when he was about 12, all of them sat up on the couch before a football game in Bobby’s living room. Next was one of him and Dean from when they were kids, one of the few pictures John took of them after Mom died. Dean had him in a head lock, a wide smile on both their faces. Next was a picture of him and Y/N after a hunt, both of them covered in bandages but laughing uncontrollably - Dean had told them they looked like mummies and snapped a picture. She still looked just as beautiful. He didn’t finish looking at them as the map on the other side of the room caught his eye.

It was rather large, covering most of the empty wall space with the outlines of the states, but that wasn’t what was interesting. He stepped closer, fingertips running over the multicolored pins that were carefully placed throughout the states, each one with a tiny little tag on it. It took him a moment to place the names that were scribbled on them in Y/N’s scrawl. Diana in Baltimore, Lucas in Wisconsin, Tyler in Connecticut. It clicked for him after that. All names of people that he had helped save, scattered all across the map, from coast to coast. 

“How long did this take you?” He asked in awe.

“The pins only took a few hours, but i’ve been working on the list for a while now. The pictures came from some of your and Dean’s old stuff. I hope it’s not too much,” she murmured, and he knew she was beginning to second guess herself for redoing the room. He had been reluctant to it before, that was true.

“Are you kidding? I love it!” He exclaimed, and he couldn’t help but pull her to him and kiss her. He could feel the surprise on her lips for a moment, but she melted into him like she always did. He pressed her to him, his hand against the small of her back. 

“Really? You really love it?” She asked, beaming.

“Yeah, it really makes it feel more like h-”

He cut himself off before he could finish.

“It’s okay Sam. Say it,” she encouraged, offering him a soft smile as she ran a hand over his cheek. He leaned into her palm automatically. He wanted to give into it so bad, but it terrified him. It sounded irrational to him when he tried to explain how he felt about the whole concept, but it wasn’t something that he could help. 

“Baby,” he whispered, unable to say anything else. He turned his head a bit, pressing a kiss to her hand, hoping she understood his silent apology.

“I know it’s hard, and I know you’re scared. But we’re safe here. Nothing bad is going to happen to me, or Dean or you or Cas or anybody in these walls, okay? It’s where were gonna keep building good memories, not make any new bad ones. It’s our home. We’re home.”

He could only nod, a bit surprised at the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He had never realized how much being ‘homeless’ had really weighed on him until now. She wiped them away with her thumbs. 

“Yeah... home.” He tested out the word, letting it bring a cautious smile to his lips. Y/N looked as if she was going to burst with joy, but she held it in as best she could, rocking a bit on her heels in excitement as she gave him time to process. 

“C’mere,” he chuckled, pulling her into another hug. He lifted her up off her feet this time, spinning a bit until they were on the bed, her falling on top of him as he landed on the pillows. He brushed her hair back from her face, watching her beam down at him. 

“Thank you, for all of this. I love you.”

“I love you too, I’m glad you like it,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss him. Her hair fell through his finger, tickling at his cheeks. 

“By the way, next time you need to hatch a master plan, you should probably enlist someone other than Dean as your cover. Pretty sure we drove all the way to Missouri so he could buy some oregano,” Sam teased.

“I have limited options you know,” she countered, scrunching her nose. She yawned halfway through, making it quite possibly one of the cutest things Sam had ever seen.

“Tired hmm? Wanna take a nap?” He hummed, running a thumb along her cheek.

“Decorating is hard work you know. Plus, that bookshelf is made of some heavy duty shit. That thing was weighs a ton,” she explained, tucking her head down and resting it on his chest. His arms went around her automatically - it was how they usually slept, both arms around her. Nothing could get to her if she was in his arms, he was sure of that.

“Sleep then. I could go for some shut eye myself,” he assured her, even though it was a lie. He knew she’d never go to sleep if he was still up, not after he was gone all day.

“Okay,” she sighed, cuddling herself closer to him. He rested his cheek on the crown of her head, pressing a few kisses into her hair and beginning to hum as she held onto him, her breathing getting deeper and deeper as she fell asleep.

He had mastered the art of retrieving the blanket from the end of the bed without waking her - she fell asleep on him often - and as he pulled it over the both of them he reminded himself of a new pin he wanted to place when she woke up.

A bright red one, right in the middle of Lebanon, Kansas.

And he would label it home.

[feministangertranslator]

The Daily Deluge

Image from Femstella

Bombshells big and small are being dropped daily as the result of the #metoo movement. I feel disappointed I don't have more hours in the day to read every tidbit of news about what is shaping up to be another major chapter in feminism, let alone sit down, process, and write about my perspective on it. I really wanted to have written more here by now. I am so busy loving the smell the Napalm in the morning, it’s hard to get much of anything else done.  Sometimes I want to call in sick to everything and everybody, make a bowl of popcorn and watch the patriarchy burn down from the comfort of my cozy home.  Honestly, I could eat this shit up all day and don’t want to miss a minute of it.

This, unfortunately, leads me to often find myself in ravenous consumption mode as opposed to thoughtful and deliberate output mode: I am devouring all of the news of the men who have been accused of sexual misconduct and their (mostly ridiculous) statements - I’m not even going to call those PR and attorney crafted liability avoiders apologies. Equally, I enjoy all of the beautiful heart-filled articles, posts, and videos from other survivors of sexual assault who are expressing reactions, thoughts, and feelings to which I strongly relate. I have a docket of saved articles in my Facebook account, tons of bookmarked Instagram posts, and cued up podcasts competing for my attention. I have to force myself to pull out of the social media rabbit hole, get up and away from my computer (sometimes TV) to go brush my teeth, straighten my hair, put food in my mouth, earn money, and do other things that are vital to taking care of myself. They seem so much more boring in comparison to the day of reckoning that seems to be unfolding right before my eyes.

I must resist this siren call for a few reasons. Firstly, I know this is the position our capitalist society wants me in: too busy watching, ingesting, consuming, buying, and promoting the ideas and goods being peddled by others to get angry about all the more important injustices and inequities from the fallout of capitalism befalling me and the rest of us. Fuck that. That is one of the reasons why I stopped working in television. I couldn't imagine myself working so hard to be (if I were so lucky) a part of a successful show; at the end of the day, even the best creation will always be an opiate of the people to me.

Whether it is the thoughts, theories, or products of others, like most of us Americans, I have been trained to consume and have reveled in it for too long. (My family is Romanian and I can definitely see the difference in some of our shopping and lifestyle habits). And I want to use my time, energy, effort, voice and dollars to only support who and what I believe in, and what will support and sustain me. It’s not just money that I have to be concerned with, it’s time and energy - which frankly, are more precious, and affect me, my psyche and actions, and therefore my life, tremendously.

What I choose to consume has to have the purpose either to benefit, uplift or inspire me, too. Because I am also dying to create and share I have to be mindful to not overconsume to numb myself out and satiate the fire inside me to make stuff. While part of me wants America to take a few cues from the Nordic market economy model or conversely maybe give Libertarianism a real shot, American capitalism can obviously work for others, albeit a select handful. So I have to believe I am also worthy of a piece of that pie, and there has to be a market for what I have to offer.  

For example, I find myself obsessing about the Roy Moore story. I need to constantly remind myself that paying too much attention to him and Leigh Corfman, with whom I identify with strongly who was brave enough to shed light on how he molested her by grooming and taking advantage of her, at some point puts me in the observer and consumer mode. If I’m not careful, the contact high I get from her beautiful inspired acts can placate me enough to detract from what I can do for myself, too. It is definitely easier to watch her do it than to put myself out on a limb in the public eye, even though I passionately want to get out there myself.

As a woman who was at many points throughout my childhood, adolescence, and even adulthood silenced through intimidation and abuse, I must heed the call to speak up and let it surpass my urge to stay comfortable and quiet because I think it will keep me “safe.” I must constantly fight the further ingrained notion that others (especially men) know better than me. That I’m not worthy of listening to. Or that I don’t know quite enough yet to open my mouth. This has plagued me for years - despite getting an English degree from America’s top public university, making it through the ringer to become a licensed attorney in one of the most difficult states to pass the bar, ranking obscenely high in verbal ability on an IQ test, doing well at public speaking in some of my jobs, and even breaking into difficult industries and making multiple career changes.

External achievements are no match against a deeply long-held belief that I am only here to serve others, and my life, safety, comfort, and opinions don’t matter. It would follow and haunt me in every job or relationship I had. I truly believe it started with experiencing many “adverse childhood experiences,” specifically being sexually abused by someone in my family who was supposed to take care of me instead of use and abuse me. This, of course, set me up for many years of unconsciously repeating that dynamic in a lot of my other relationships and further cementing this completely false belief as a “truth” for me. I know this is why it is important for me to speak now. It is the antidote to all my internalized shame, hatred and anger. That was someone else’s bullshit, dysfunction and pain put upon me, and I don’t want it anymore. And if anything I say can help someone else stop putting up with it, too, it will all be worth it.

I know I am not fully ready to say or act upon all that I have weighing on my heart and mind yet. Because I am insanely jealous of the output of others who are, I know I will do it, too. I have to make small steps that work for me, be patient, and hold onto my knowing I will get there when it is my time. As Julia Cameron said in the Artist Way, jealousy is a roadmap; to paraphrase in my terms, its purpose is to tell you where you want to go, what you want to do, and who you want to be by making you so fucking mad when you see someone else is doing it and you are not. It’s that simple.

I know why I am a bit hesitant to say what I truly feel, talk about my own experiences, and make myself vulnerable to judgment. It is way easier to read something someone else did and share it with a quick comment on social media as opposed to say and create something from my own heart. There is less of my skin in the game. And the game of speaking out about feminism and sexual abuse and assault? I already know what the rules are. When women publicly speak out about anything related to women’s rights, people (almost all of them men) systematically call them fat and ugly and threaten to rape and kill them. They try to silence them by attacking their womanhood: their looks (what society has deemed a woman’s hottest commodity), their sense of emotional and personal safety (through means of violating the anatomical vulnerability of their genitals in comparison to men’s), their actual lives (murder, duh), and if that isn’t enough, their straight up worthiness of being alive (by making them feel unattractive, unsafe, unloved, unwanted, unintelligent, unworthy and ultimately emotionally annihilated). For a woman not up to withstanding that attack, the threatening perpetrator doesn’t have to actually follow through on his threat; his words and fear they create are enough. Men systemically perpetrating violence against women is alive and well in our culture and we all know it.

Wielding the power to drum up fear of personal attack or violence is the main tool used to control women and it can be incredibly effective against one who has already experienced such awful acts. And words can be just as powerful as actions in affecting someone’s sense of safety. These trolls know that. That’s exactly what Trump did to Rosie O’Donnell when he called her awful names and whatever else he has done to other women who ruffle his delicate feathers. A woman who has experienced that attack and/or violence firsthand has to be able to do a lot of work to come to the other side of it to feel free walking down the street safely, and even more so to be brave enough to talk about such controversial subjects in the public eye. So since I already know what the rules of the game are, I am in the process of deciding how I and when I want to play it, what I need to strengthen, and equipment I need to bring with me to make sure I come out of it victorious and intact.

[ac-ars]

What if I want it all?

oh damn kill me, this day was super meme so i was distracted almost all the time (ofc i didnt take the prompt that literally lmao)

this one is for @sky-girls because im sure she will know why, i love you very much barbara

~this baby is continuation of day 4~

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DAY 6: “You’re offering to give me a kiss if I buy your shitty fundraiser popcorn? Well, in that case…”

What if I want it all?

Matteo doesn’t feel really close to his uni especially since he graduated, but sometimes those not cool people he had many occasions to meet have nice ideas. Like fundraising during uni events or sport days. Now he attends them all as well, because, well, it means no classes and despite his position he likes no classes. So except those extra people who do everything to show off their pretty/ugly faces or get some contacts in uni to pass easily, there are also those who actually care about getting money for some reason.

After he graduated he remembers they were fundraising for some orphanage, the other time for the hospital. There was something about the closest kindergarten, but Matteo doesn’t really remember what. Today there is this sports day; he will see all those ambitious students running around and competing like he used to, before he got bored with that.

He is completely sure he’s gonna die of boredom, but fundraising people gonna have it worse; they’ve always been poor unfortunate souls almost sleeping by their tents and those booths looking more miserable than kids selling lemonade in the States. Matteo looks the alarm on his phone screen shutting the snooze for third time with a sigh and turns in the sheets. Lyra meows at him probably complaining about this devilish device that wakes her up again. Good she’s too lazy to actually move the phone on his bed until it falls down and the screen breaks (happened once or twice; he’s never been mad for long).

“Just go to sleep, cat,” he mumbles and she hits him with her tail, completely offended by the name Ambar has been using since day one. “Okay, I’m sorry. Don’t hit me, I love you.”

The only reply from her is satisfied meow and her head rubbing under his chin.

He is going to be super late at uni, but also he will be super late at home in the afternoon, so snuggles with his girl are worth being late. When it’s half past seven he gives up; he needs to wake up and the only thought in Matteo’s head is deep regret of promising the professor he would be there for sure.

It’s not his favorite thing to do. Not even top ten.

Then this sudden idea hits him. What if Luna is gonna be there too?

They are nothing though. They haven’t started texting, calling each other or even talking about something else than class stuff. He can say he’s been pretty disappointed with this, but she’s been very good at acting the most casual.

It’s not like Matteo Balsano isn’t able to keep his chill for a girl, but there is something in her he can’t forget. How warm she was in his arms, how her breath tickled his skin, how her forehead felt under his lips. He accepted that; it’s not like anything would happen between them, or at least not now. Matteo gets lost in those thought and the next place he finds himself is by the door with his jacket and car keys in his hand. Before leaving he yells to Lyra that he loves her much and closes the apartment.

As soon as he takes first step into the campus he wants to take step back and run to his car. There is at least this luck of his that no one will bump into him even by accident since by some magic Matteo is really known at his faculty. No one would like to have a problem with nim and he is not sure if it is because of the fact they remember him from earlier or they just know who he is at this point.

He needs to find the professor right now to show him that his ass appeared here just like he promised. Matteo hopes he can just talk to the guy and go to Gastón’s to chill. Or maybe he should invite Gastón over?

Plot twist: professor told Matteo to check all places and make sure all students are handling their shit correctly and smiled saying he's been doing great. Matteo almost cried in horror, but he needs to do that. It's just that he really doesn't feel like smiling to everyone and being nice; he just wants to sleep and not remember about two tons of grading on his desk.

He sighs going to dart competition booth checking if there's really no way some high school kid kills or at least stabs themselves and bless, because they would only throw the dart at the organizing student, but that doesn't matter that much. He has to eat this disgusting free cake baked by some anti masterchef, hoping he won't get food poisoning. Of course, Matteo tells them they did great job and those students smile so brightly at him he can't say otherwise.

He almost gets hit when some high schooler tries to throw the basketball to the basket, but it's working in some way so he just tells them to chill and not to hit the cake next to them.

When Balsano is almost done with the papers and he notices on the last page the dog shelter booth and he immediately feels bad for not even thinking they are there. He has a cat himself so that's super nice to know someone cares about puppies enough to get money for them.

Matteo hasn't expected the person who is there though.

At first Italian just crossed his arms watching the person who is sitting by the booth. She rests her arms on it and her head is laying on top with really neutral face. The most hilarious thing about seeing Luna Valente here is the fact she's wearing sunglasses in the shade.

“I see you are having fun.” Matteo chuckles softly shifting his position slightly. She doesn't answer, ignoring him completely and he isn't sure what he did wrong, but something hits his stupid head and his fingers reach for her sunglasses.

Matteo bursts out with loud laugh making her jump on her seat. She has been shamelessly napping.

“What?” she mumbles rubbing her eyes when she sees it's him. “Let me sleep, please.”

“From what I know you're fundraising right now, little lady, not sleeping.” He lowkey curses himself for using this nickname he used during the party, but she seems too confused enough by sudden waking up to notice.

“I've been sitting here since seven am, and I am super tired, please Matteo, just let me nap.” He sighs and goes from behind the booth to sit next to her on the other chair.

Luna doesn't move away and he jumps with relief inside. “Couldn't sleep at night?”

Brunette lets air out quickly. “Yes, you should know it. It's your fault,” she mumbles and he almost chokes.

“I don't know if I should take it as compliment or-” He pokes her on the ribs softly and she jumps glaring at him.

“It's not. You wanted the test to be tomorrow so I was studying.” Her pout is definitely too cute to not smile at it.

“Well, I'm sorry I want everyone to pass.” Matteo shrugs and she growls resting her forehead on the desk when he continues. “How long do you have to sit here?”

“Until three.” He barely hears her mumble, so he has to lean his head next to hers.

“You poor thing, are people at least coming over here?”

“No, they are drawn by this shitty free cake because it's free. They don't want my popcorn.”

“You have popcorn?” Matteo raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah and it sucks as hell too. Why did I even agree to this?”

He smiles nudging her slightly. “I would buy your popcorn.”

Luna grins back at him and her eyes soften before she coughs violently, startling him a little. “There’s no way I would let you buy the popcorn.” Her head shakes.

Matteo turns to her on the chair hitting her knee with his and leans his elbow on the table. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Brunette bites her lower lip and picks up this small board her hands were keeping down. He hasn’t noticed it before so it wakes up his curiosity super quickly. “Because of that, like hour ago the professor noticed there wasn’t much money here so he looked at me and asked if I liked kissing people.” She shrugs and Matteo still doesn’t get what happened with that.

He softly takes her hands moving them away and raises the board.

BUY POPCORN GET A KISS SUPPORT PUPPIES

Balsano laughs out loud leaning his head on Luna’s arm. She growls pushing him away but he presses his forehead to her shoulder blade and keeps giggling until he feels tears in corner of his eyes.

“I hate you.” He can hear her murmur next to his ear.

Italian ignores her comment, which is completely, surely a lie. “And how was it? Have you kissed someone?”

Blush tints her already red cheeks and he suddenly feels uncomfortable when he thinks about her kissing someone. She opens her mouth unsure. “Like three people, I think. Maybe four, but one was in the cheek because it was too much.”

Matteo hates it. He hates the idea of someone having her lips on theirs. Even if it was for a second, they still got farther than he has ever managed. What is one kiss, one quick peck just to get money for puppies, though, compared to having her in his arms by her idea for an hour? He guesses that it is enough to not burn entire popcorn she has and pull her away from there.

“Was it nice at least?” Leaves his mouth before he can stop himself. Why the fuck is he digging the topic?

“I guess? It’s for the dogs after all, and the one girl who bought double popcorn was hot.” She rambles uncontrollably and it makes him chuckle, but in his head he is throwing all of the damn popcorn into a black hole.

“As long as she was hot, I guess.” He just shrugs.

“You don’t seem to be into that.”

Pout appears on her face along with small cute frown when he doesn’t really answer. He just looks at the watch on his wrist and hums deep in thoughts. Luna nudges him with her elbow waking him up, but she gets another shrug from him.

Brunette says nothing really for few minutes before he casually reaches for her hand and starts playing with star ring on her finger. “Do you have to stay here only until the popcorn is all sold?”

She licks her lips like involuntarily and sighs. “Yeah, if it’s gone before three I’m free.”

“I can buy it all,” he says casually, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“What the fuck?” Luna almost falls off the chair and he has to catch her waist to keep her up. “How would you do that? And what’s with all this popcorn?”

“I’m seeing my best friend this afternoon, I’m sure he would love to get some free popcorn from me.”

Luna giggles. “If you do I will call you my hero.”

“But you know…” he starts leaning closer, not sure what the hell he is doing right now, and smirking a little. “I’m gonna get the popcorn, support the puppies… So what about the kiss?”

Blush on her face grows much much and she looks super pretty. He has no idea what he wants to achieve, because looking at her recent actions she doesn’t really seem to want to be close to him in any way.

Matteo shouldn’t want that. He really, really shouldn’t.

Yet she’s the primary star to him; he can’t even try to gravitate away from her brightness and warmth. He thought he didn’t need anything except this he had already had, but then Luna Valente happened embracing him with her smile, with her happiness. No matter where he appears she is there and he wants to follow her everywhere as well.

They shouldn’t, but they are gravitating towards each other despite all shit that’s standing on their way. And there’s much of this shit.

Her teeth find her lower lip taking all of his focus when she seems to be thinking about that very intensely. “Do you really want to get the kiss?”

“Only if you are willing to give me one.”

His smile must convince her. His eyes must convince her. Something she has inside her head must convince her because she nods softly and takes deep breath, not really knowing what to do. Matteo can notice it, she’s super easy to be guessed right now, and - to his surprise - she wants to kiss him as well.

She just doesn’t know how.

He pulls the curtain that’s hanging around the booth and pushes it to cover them from any sight before he presses his lips to hers softly. Luna gasps surprised and pulls away after a second, but it’s dark, it’s dark and she’s confused, breathing faster and she probably feels super warm - judging by her blush.

And yet she pulls him back; her mouth slow when her hand reaches for his lacing their fingers. Matteo smiles widely almost making the kiss impossible, but she giggles as well and it’s as awkward as beautiful.

Because the brightest star on the sky is binary.

Gastón was the happiest seeing amount of the popcorn just for him.

After cold shower he had to take to chill down all emotions Matteo gets to the bed with big grin on his face. He has no idea what’s gonna happen now, or when, or if it’s gonna happen at all, but he got to kiss Luna and nothing would fuck this day for him.

He falls on the pillow startling Lyra and covering his eyes with his forearm. There’s this moment of silence when he feels her stomping over his chest and teasing his mouth with her paw. Italian automatically kisses it like he does every single time she does it, earning a content meow from her.

Suddenly he sits up catching her with his hands and placing her on his lap. His fingers brush through her soft soft fur making her purr and himself smile.

“You know that I love you, right?”

Lyra looks at him and meows again probably saying that she loves him back. Or at least that’s what he would like to think she says.

“And I love you very much,” he adds watching her carefully. She hits his leg with her tail, getting probably impatient.

“I wanted to ask you, because many things depend on you-” He stops scratching her chin and taking deep breath. “What would you think if I liked another girl?”

[neverreallythoughtaboutthefuture]

Hey guys!

So, I’d promised to give you a little review of the movie “Radius” after I went to the world premiere, and OMG!  Where do I even start?

First, as you can see, yes, I had the incredible pleasure and great privilege of meeting with Diego  Klattenhoff.  Actually, I had not been expecting how ridiculously relaxed the whole premiere would be.

We were among the first who arrived (roughly 4th in line), and they were asking people to wait in line outside for the theater doors to open (but you could still freely walk into the lobby, go buy popcorn, go to the bathroom, etc.  It was just to make sure we didn’t get confused with those who had worked on the movie, and were waiting in another section of the lobby inside).

At some point, I noticed two people (a man and woman) greeting those who were waiting in line behind us and chatting a bit with them. Then, they said “thanks for coming to see the movie!”, and I realised that they were the directors.  Their friends were in line like everyone else, and they were just there, hanging out and chatting with people.  No stress.  They eventually went inside but would just walk around and mingle.  No security in sight (or if there was, they were dressed casually like the rest of us), no nothing.

I almost missed Diego and Charlotte’s arrival, because I was looking inside – expecting them to either already be waiting inside the theater, or come join the group that had worked on the movie from another entrance.  But they basically just stepped out of an SUV that dropped them right in front of the building, and entered the lobby by the same door as everyone else.

So, it’s Frédérick (my partner) who tapped me on the shoulder, and made me notice he’d just arrived.  If Fred hadn’t said anything, I kid you not, I literally could have been walking right beside him without noticing him, because we entered the building at the same time roughly side by side, and I’ve been known to have tunnel vision when I’m focused on something else.  Lol!

Since he lingered a bit in the lobby while most people were continuing to walk towards the theater to go get a good seat without really paying attention to him, I decided to take the opportunity to ask him if he had the time to take a picture with me, and to sign my copy of “Pacific Rim: Tales from Year Zero”.

The moment I said “Hi,”, he immediately introduced himself by saying “Hi, I’m Diego,” and extending his hand towards me.  Of course, I introduced myself back and we shook hands, but I found this moment kind of adorable, because I wasn’t exactly sure if he was introducing himself by giving me his name to put me more at ease, or because he wasn’t exactly expecting me to know him.

I’ve had one other experience thus far where I was lucky enough to meet with some actors (mainly from “Battlestar Galactica” and “Stargate”, in case you guys are curious), and, from what I remember, they tended to say “Hi, what is your name?”, and ask you how you were.  They didn’t usually say their own name when greeting fans, because they assumed you already knew.

So, I did have that moment where my brain went “OMG! You’re so cute!”, because of course I knew who he was given that I went to the premiere in great part to support him and his new movie. 

But then, I realised that this was a movie premiere, and not exactly a meet and greet event (unlike the “Réunion Stellaire), so there was absolutely no way for him to know I was a fan of his work.  Not to mention that a lot of the movie’s publicity over here had been made around the two directors, and the fact that this was Quebec movie (from the direction, to the cinematography, to the sound mixing, most of the people that worked on it are Quebecers, though the filming locations and part of the crew are also from Manitoba).  Therefore, introducing himself by name made a lot of sense.

He and Charlotte really behaved like they were just part of that large group of people who’d contributed to the movie, and did not try to bring the focus of the event back to them at any point.  I didn’t think to ask Diego if he understood French (some English Canadians aren’t comfortable speaking it, but they can understand some of it), because although the film was made in English, the whole event was held in French (except for the Q&A, where they invited the audience to ask their questions in either language.  Some of us decided to ask them in English, especially when they were more directed at the actors).

Still, that very first contact and him saying “Hi, I’m Diego” really made me smile.  And @alyblacklist, you were so right about him being just the nicest man!  He is so patient, kind, and gracious with his fans.  Shortly after he took that picture with me, he got called to take a few more official pictures with Charlotte, the directors, producers, etc. (i.e. those that were originally posted on Facebook and Twitter that some of you have re-posted here), but told me he’d be right back to sign the cover of my book.

Sure enough, the moment he was done, he came back, immediately apologized for the delay, and reassured me that he hadn’t forgotten about me.

He’d been gone for less than five minutes. : D

I know he’s Canadian, and we do have the tendency to apologize a lot, be super polite, and try to make sure others are comfortable, but how are you even real?

So, having already had the chance to meet him before the movie even started, seeing that he was starting to get a little busier, and floating on my own little cloud of happiness, Frédérick and I went inside to find a seat.

There was a small presentation / introduction where we got the chance to get to know a bit more about the directors (and learn about their sense of humor, I really need to translate that part later…) and other people involved in the movie.

Then, everyone started mewling like cats before the movie began (apparently, it’s a tradition at Fantasia), and, after the movie, there was a Q&A with the directors, actors, and the rest of the team.

And yes, there was indeed a scene near the beginning of the movie where Liam (Diego’s character), who has lost his memories, uses the tip of a garden gnome’s hat to break a window so he can slide his hand inside, and unlock the door of what is apparently his home.

@coopers-blacklist-gnome  will be pleased to learn that no gnome was harmed in the making of this movie, though.  ;  )  The gnome helps Diego with the breaking and entering, but totally survives the encounter.  :  D  It’s so good to see these two collaborating together for once!  ; )  Perhaps there’s hope for a peace, or at least a truce, after all!

So yes, I just had to ask if the scene had been intended to be a nod to the fans of “The Blacklist”, or if Diego just somehow randomly happens to have gnomes randomly following him a bit everywhere.  ;  b

Apparently, it was a nod to Peter Jackson and the directors’ other movie “Turbo Kid”. 

So the answer is yes, it seems he really has gnomes “haunting him” ever since that unfortunate encounter.  ;  )

But, from what I understand, Diego was totally aware that fans of “The Blacklist” might notice the gnome while filming the scene (but did not tell the directors about garden gnomes being sort of part of “The Blacklist” lore, so that moment of them realizing it and Diego making that evil mastermind laugh was kind of funny!).

Hmm…  What else? Oh yes!  There is a shirtless scene!  Very important key point of the movie, obviously.

Aaand that’s about the extent of the spoilers I am willing to give.  Lol!  I will give you my impressions of the movie itself in a moment, though, just after I finish my little retelling of the evening (otherwise I’ll get hopelessly sidetracked and forget tons of things).  ;  )

So, after the whole Q&A, most people were leaving, while a few got downstairs to talk with the directors, cast and crew.

Since I’d already had the chance to meet him before (albeit briefly), I stayed a little aside, and waited for Diego to be alone before approaching him again.  We spoke a bit about “Pacific Rim”, and he told me how he’d suggested to Guillermo del Toro that Yancy should show up again on a lifeboat or something at some point during or after the movie (with amnesia, and a special power where everyone within 50 feet of him…  Okay, just kidding!  Uh oh. Shit.  Too late.  Now my mind’s already exploring crossover possibilities…  I need help.).

And Guillermo basically told him “Nah man, you’re dead.”  But really, if they can bring back Hannibal Chau, they can do anything!  :  D

He also said that “Pacific Rim” was initially intended to be a trilogy, but now he’s really not sure they are sticking to that initial plan (and/or the initial scenario / story that had been planned originally), especially given that Charlie Hunnam (Raleigh Becket) won’t be part of the sequel. 

Though he said that you never knew, and perhaps the next one will be even better than the original!  I might have expressed a slight doubt, given how the first movie raised the bar ridiculously high in my humble opinion (and especially, given the many reasons and rather unique circumstances why I became so attached to it). But hey!  I’ll try to keep an open mind!  ; ) 

So, I walked into the building with him, and I basically also ended up leaving the theater to get to the lobby after the movie with him, too.  Another thing I noticed, is that he either opened and/or kept the doors open for me while we walked together, and always let me step in first.  It briefly confused me, because I usually do the same with people. This could easily have ended up in a “after you,” “no, after you” scenario, but I managed to tame those instincts.  Lol!

After I wished him a good evening (because it was getting late, and Fred and I needed to get up early the next day), someone else came to introduce himself to him, ask him his full name, and some questions. Later, on my way out of the bathroom, I met that person again, and he asked me if I’d been among the people who had worked on the movie.

His question took me a bit by surprise, so after answering “no”, I asked him why he thought I was involved in the movie.  He said that he’d watched me talk with Diego a few times, overheard part of our conversation, and he thought we knew each other.

Nah, Diego’s just super kind, genuine, down-to-earth, and very easy to approach like that. : D  And, well, since there was no guarantee I ever would be given an opportunity to physically meet with him again, and I didn’t seem to be keeping other fans from having their chance to interact with him, I decided that I would make the most of the time I was given.  ;  )

Also, it seems that, no matter how I keep expecting for the world to run out of plaid shirts for him to wear, he’s found a never-ending well!  : D  And it’s a good thing, because he absolutely looks great in them.

As for the movie itself, I really loved it!

The concept behind the story is very intriguing, and it is very well acted, directed, and edited.  I didn’t feel like some moments were moving too slow, nor did I get confused by the numerous flashbacks as the two main characters slowly recover their memories.

The story essentially starts with a blank slate, and slowly, pieces of the puzzle get together.

I’m also quite thrilled and very grateful for the fact that the story and the way the relationship (as in “how they are related to each other, and the nature of the connection they share”) between the two protagonists evolve gave Diego an opportunity to really show a lot of range as an actor.  Once again, I’m trying to avoid giving too much information, but his character ended up being extremely interesting, and much more complex than originally expected (by me, at least).

As a huge fan of the whole nature v.s. nurture debate, the movie really struck a chord with me.  And having seen it before most people definitely feels both like both a blessing and a curse right now, because there aren’t many people I can discuss it with!  Lol!

But it truly is a blessing more than anything else, and I’m fully aware of just how ridiculously lucky I am, do not worry.

That’s pretty much all I can think of for now.  If you guys have any other questions, please feel free to ask!

As for spoilers, I might be willing to give you a bit more of them in private, should any of you be currently going mad over not knowing what happens in the movie, but I do have to warn you that this is one of those extremely rare movies where I feel that spoilers might take a little (actually, pretty big) something away from the whole experience. And the thing is, it’s not even a HUGE twist or something that you couldn’t guess at per say. I did see the ending coming a little before getting confirmation of my suspicions, but the way the movie was directed and edited made it so that the timing was just right.  It didn’t occur so soon that it took anything away from the moment where you get said confirmation, nor lessen the emotional impact.

But it is hard, and painful, and I’m not saying if this has a happy ending or not, but it really got to me and I’m still not fully over it.

And I really think that having known everything since the very beginning would have completely changed my perspective, and I would have been more or less hurting and mourning for those characters from the get go.

So, my suggestion really is to experience it first in an unspoiled manner to fully appreciate it.

But that having been said, as someone who reads the end of every book before the beginning, and tends to walk into a theater knowing the plot of an entire movie by heart before having seen it, I will respect your choice, and won’t hold those spoilers back from you if you absolutely must know about them.

But I’ve sworn to Diego that if I did personally give anyone any spoilers, it would be in private, and I’d clearly ask those people not to publish them where the information can easily be found publicly.

I know the video of the Q&A already offers tons of spoilers and pretty much gives the ending away (at least partially), but I still intend to make good on my word, so I’d sincerely appreciate it if you guys respected that, and kept any spoilerish information I might give you to yourselves.

Also, the reason why I only have so few photos, and they are taken from so far away, is because I used the better camera I had with me to film the whole Q&A, and the three pictures here were taken with a cellphone.  But I might eventually take a look at my copy of that video, and do more screen captures if I find something interesting.  :  D

I’m glad someone made a more professional video of the Q&A, though, because my version is probably going to be pretty shaky (because I was filming most of the time without looking at the camera.  I mean yes, videos are a nice way to keep and preserve memories, but not at the price of forgetting to watch Diego being there live right in front of you.  Lol!   So yeah, I was trying to film it and keep my hands steady, but there are times when I glanced down and went “Ooops! People are moving out of the frame now!” Lol!), and at some point, I had a major issue with the focus (and was trying to find a way to fix it without stopping the video, so I wouldn’t miss anything of what they were saying in it).

But yeah, since the video had a much better zoom and was HD, some screenshot might make interesting photos, at least, so when I get the chance to watch it I might post more.

[philldiffys]

✩ but i already regret it

I don’t know why you do this to yourself man

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? I don’t think Kate’s ever raised her voice at him so ScottWho threatens to leave but never actually does? Maybe KateWho actually keeps their word and leaves? Definitely Scott. Once he says he’s leaving he actually does, but he always comes back if that helps. Who trashes the house? I feel like neither of them ever really get to that level.Do either of them get physical? NeverHow often do they argue/disagree? Rarely Who is the first to apologise? Probably Scott because he’s whipped af and usually knows when he’s in the wrong. 

Sex:

Who is on top? Depends on the dayWho is on the bottom? Same thingWho has the strangest desires? I feel like Scott is pretty straight forward with what he wants Any kinks? I’m sure there’s a few but I can’t think of themWho’s dominant in bed? ScottIs head ever in the equation? Oh yeahIf so, who is better at performing it? I feel like as many times as they’ve done it they’re both pretty awesome at itEver had sex in public? I mean, yeah. Flashback to Rosewoodpalooza Who moans the most? KateWho leaves the most marks? Scott. He’s going through a phase okayWho screams the loudest? KateWho is the more experienced of the two? Scott’s a hoe. Everyone knows it. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Depends on the the level of drunkness and a couple other factors but I’d say they do both. Rough or soft? I was gonna say rough but they’re both emotional people so it depends on the dayHow long do they usually last? longer than most peopleIs protection used? Most of the timeDoes it ever get boring? NeverWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex? I’m pretty sure they’ve hooked up in a funhouse before but if I have to come up with something new I’d probably say in the bathroom at the deb ball. 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Not with each other. At least not yet. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? I know Scott wants at least two if not a few more because he loved having siblingsWho is the favorite parent? I feel like the kids love them equally but if they had to pick it would be the one that feeds them so KateWho is the authoritative parent? Kate because Scott fucks around too muchWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? ScottWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Scott. He can’t cook for them so why not?Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both. I feel like they’re both really interested in the lives of their kids and they want to be around as much as possible to enjoy the little thingsWho goes to parent teacher interviews? BothWho changes the diapers? BothWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Scott gets up so Kate doesn’t have toWho spends the most time with the children? I want to say Scott just because he adores them so much and wants to spend so much time with themWho packs their lunch boxes? KateWho gives their children ‘the talk’? Kate because Scott can’t do itWho cleans up after the kids? ScottWho worries the most? I feel like they both worry but Kate probably edges him out a little bit. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Scott

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Scott is legit the most affectionate person but she is on his level so I have to say bothWho is the little spoon? Kate most nights but he’s always down to switch it up, especially when he’s in a bad mood and he tries to sleep with his back towards herWho gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? both because they have no self controlWho struggles to keep their hands to themself?  Scott because affection for him can turn into something else real quickly and she’s Kate so he doesn’t know any boundariesHow long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? I feel like there’s no limit for ScottWho gives the most kisses? KateWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? I want to say driving around and exploring new places or just chilling in her room and watching netflix while they eat popcornWhere is their favourite place to cuddle? kate’s bed or scott’s couchWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? scottHow often do they get time to themselves? I feel like they get it pretty regularly considering how much both of them work

Sleeping:

Who snores? scottDo they share a bed or sleep separately? they share a bed because they’re needy like thatIf they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they cozy upWho talks in their sleep? I feel like Scott does from time to time so expect her to hear her name come out of his mouth at some pointWhat do they wear to bed? scott just sleeps in his boxers or pajama pantsAre either of your muses insomniacs? nopeCan sleeping pills be found by the bedside? nuh uhDo they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?Who wakes up with bed hair? both but scott likes to screw hers up even more so it’s worseWho wakes up first? scott but he just lays in bed for a bitWho prepares breakfast in bed for the other?What is their favourite sleeping position? scott’s on his side a lotWho hogs the sheets? kateDo they set an alarm each night? probablyCan a television be found in their bedroom? probably so they can continue to netflix and chillWho has nightmares? scott. whether it’s about his parents or the girl he helped odWho has ridiculous dreams? kateWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? kate. but scott’s used to his little corner of the bed so he’s okay with it at this pointWho makes the bed? neither unless kate wants to do itWhat time is bed time? whenever they’re tiredAny routines/rituals before bed? just the typical stuffWho’s the grumpiest when they wake up? probably scott

Work:

Who is the busiest? they’re both pretty busyWho rakes in the highest income? I think kate is still getting more than him but maybe one day they’ll be on the same levelAre any of your muses unemployed? nopeWho takes the most sick days? scott just so he can do stupid shitWho is more likely to turn up late to work? scott because kate is a better person than himWho sucks up to their boss? scottWhat are their jobs? they’re both modelsWho stresses the most? neither of them stress a ton but if one has to do it more than the other I would say it’s kateDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? I think they both love their jobs but kate is more open about that than scottAre your muses financially stable? yep. they’re both well off

Home:

Who does the washing? BothWho takes out the trash? ScottWho does the ironing? I feel like Scott never irons anything so if Kate needs to iron her shit that’s on herWho does the cooking? Kate if they aren’t living off fast food because he burns everything he touchesWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Well shit. ScottWho is messier? ScottWho leaves the toilet roll empty? Probably Scott, and it’s something that happens more than once a month for sureWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Kate. She has so many that the hamper is bound to overflow eventuallyWho forgets to flush the toilet? ScottWho is the prankster around the house? Both. Talk about nerf warsWho loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? KateWho mows the lawn? ScottWho answers the telephone? KateWho does the vacuuming? I feel like they both take turns with that oneWho does the groceries? KateWho takes the longest to shower? ScottWho spends the most time in the bathroom? Kate

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?

not even close

How many cars do they own?

I wanna say four at the least because he has two and she has one but he’s bound to add another one to the list sooner or later because he’s a car guy

Do they own their home or do they rent?

for awhile I see them renting but once they start a family they would look for a home to buy so they could put roots in somewhere

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

the coast. these two weren’t meant for the country

Do they live in the city or in the country?

the city

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

I feel like they both enjoy those city vibes

What’s their song? imma come up with this later and spam you with it

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

I feel like they both work a lot and hang out with their friends because they aren’t dependent on each other but when they have time to themselves at the end of the night they facetime because they miss each other

Where did they first meet?

The modeling agency

How did they first meet?

He was going in for an interview and she helped him not to look like a nervous wreck. 

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Scott hardly ever buys shit at the store so definitely Kate

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

kate

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Both

Any mental issues?

None that I can think of 

Who’s terrified of bugs?

kate

Who kills the spiders around the house?

scott

Their favourite place?

scott’s favorite place is at the cart track but his favorite place to go with kate is the lake because they have so many fond memories there, including the first time they banged

Who pays the bills?

they split them. scott wanted to pay the whole thing but kate wouldn’t let them

Do they have any fears for their future?

scott’s afraid she’ll leave him again. I’m not sure about kate

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

scott

Who uses up all of the hot water?

kate

Who’s the tallest?

scott

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

scott. what’s the point of living together if they can’t share a shower?

Who wanders around in their underwear?

scott

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

kate

What do they tease each other about?

scott likes to tease her about the way she acts in front of her dad’s friends and she teases him about his lack of fashion sense despite being a model. never forget his spongebob trunks

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

scott cringes

Do they have mutual friends?

I can’t think of any off the top of my head

Who crushed first?

definitely scott. from that first meeting he thought she was fine and nice af so it was only a matter of time before he felt something for her. thankfully it was when they were both single 

Any alcohol or substance related problems?

not at all

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

kate because scott oddly doesn’t drink that much. he didn’t at all until he started to get a little depressed but now that he’s over it for the most part he only does it socially and even then he normally isn’t stumbling. 

Who swears the most?

scott