#and like joke isn’t bad at it either but DANG

[fandomfairyuniverse]

Joke flirting: I’m going flick his chin and goad that I am too handsome for him

Jack flirting: I’m going to basically confess using a spelling lesson and then backtrack but I’ll also get really close to him and put my hand on his neck and look at his lips all while asking him to promise to stay in my life and then I’ll put our foreheads together and gaze at him lovingly

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire enhypen (part five!!!???!)

you listen to eunchae and meet some people with interesting backstories

ni-ki has been following the rules (yay!)

sunghoon, jay and the others are worried about you

next part will be straight nsfw/smut with the four oldest. hehe.

if any names are misspelled i apologize!!

not proof read. please like, comment and reblog but please don’t repost and translate!!!

ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

ni-ki arrived to the house at exactly 4:59 pm, but him being on time was the least of jays and sunghoons worries.

ni-ki entered announcing himself, but got no response. he walked into the living room seeing each of the guys sitting.

jungwon, sunoo and jake on the couch, heeseung on the floor his head between his knees, sunghoon in a chair, jay pacing.

“what’s going on? if yall are worried about me, im here? i didn’t break curfew!” ni-ki stated and looked at jake.

“it’s not you they are worried about.” sunoo answered.

with a joke ni-ki said, “so i could’ve met that girl and yall wouldn’t have cared?”

that got all their attention, jay said, “absolutely not. don’t tempt us, ni-ki.”

“what girl?” jake asked with a smile on his face.

“some girl that kept staring at me and our favorite human.” ni-ki answered, throwing his bag on the floor as he plopped next to jake.

“her name?”

“eunchae.”

“ni-ki,” sunghoon warned but ni-ki nodded in understanding.

“i know i know, stay away from her.” he rolled his eyes. even though he wasn’t. he was intrigued by eunchae and her story.

“they’re worried about her.” jungwon sighed picking at his nails.

“who? eunchae?” ni-ki asked confused.

“no, it’s—,”

“what are we gonna do?” heeseung asked finally speaking up. “i mean we can feed on the bags we have and other humans, but her blood was special, we all know that.”

“not all of us.” ni-ki mumbled but no one either heard him or paid attention to him.

“i will talk to her.” jay stated.

“and look where that got us!” sunghoon argued. “she stormed out yelling fuck you to the both of us!”

“she can’t ignore us forever, sunghoon. she belongs to us. we own her.”

“technically we don’t, not yet anyway.” sunghoon pointed out.

“what was i supposed to do, hold her down and bite her?”

“that would’ve been better than ignoring her questions!”

“she was asking what happens to her and her future! she asked me to change her to a vampire, sunghoon.” jays voice was getting louder. “she had the nerve to say she’d fall in love, get married and have kids with someone that isn’t us.”

“well we can’t have kids.” jake retorted but jay wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“shut it, sim.” jay snapped.

the guys have never seen jay this way, ever. only sunghoon has seen him like this, over a century ago.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

eunchae had brought you to the house off campus she shared with 5 other girls.

the house was gorgeous, another historic home, with a huge porch and a porch swing. the boys house was more polished while this house seemed more comfy and lived in.

“kura! kazhua!” eunchae yelled.

a brunette came down the stairs holding her ears, “dang eunchae, why so loud?”

“is unnie sakura and kazhua here?”

the brunette nodded, and grabbed a bag you were assuming was hers. “im going to meet jen and chae at the library.”

“okay, bye garam!”

the brunette, garam, left, and two other girls came down the stairs.

“girls, we need to talk to you.” eunchae said with a pout.

in summary, all the girls who lived in this house was a seraphim, or fallen angel living in a human body they died in. you learned sakura, the oldest knew jay in the past, kazhua knew sunghoon.

how?

jay fed from sakura often, and sunghoon kazhua. sakura became a seraphim because of jay. he hurt her so bad when he was done with her. she was in tears running home when she was hit by a horse carriage. kazhua became one after she got hurt by sunghoon. she went to run from him and she fell down a hill hitting her head on a rock. sunghoon panicked and ran off. sakura found her hanging on to life.

although they are seraphim’s and typically they aren’t fallen angels, since them as a group specifically don’t serve god, they are considered fallen angels. they want to spread love and light, but can also bring chaos to others.

basically they bring chaos to those who have wronged others, but they have to be careful about it. it could be as simple as someone dropping their food or coffee after paying or as extreme as someone getting murdered.

jay and sunghoon made them each feel special, but in the end, just disappointed them. the icing on the cake was the girls had photos. they mentioned the boys probably got rid of any evidence of a past human relationship when they met you.

by the time they were done explaining you had a terrible headache.

“why don’t you sleep here? you can sleep in one of the bunks in eunchae and garam’s room.” sakura offered. you were too weak to decline.

“thank you.” you smiled. the girls helped you with getting a shower and other hygiene before offering you some extra pajamas that could fit you. you ended up texting your roommate that you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight. afterwards you powered your phone off as it was on 40%.

the house had 4 bedrooms, sakura had her own, chaewon had her own, jen and kazuha shared a room with two twin beds, and then eunchae and garam shared with 2 sets of bunk beds. each girl claimed the top bunk on the beds, so you slept on the one underneath eunchae.

“are you okay?” eunchae asked from the top bunk. it was close to 10 pm and the other girls hadn’t came home from the library yet.

“i don’t know.” you sighed before letting your body’s energy sink and going to bed.

when you awoke the next morning, it was 8 am. typically you had a 10 am class, but looking at your phone when you woke up, they had cancelled. that was your only class for the day.

eunchae came into the room with a smile. “i have class at 10:30. garam should be back by noon. sakura doesn’t have class on tuesdays and thursdays so she’ll be here all day unless there’s some work.”

you nodded. “thank you for everything.”

“of course. I heard their stories after i met sakura and kazhua and saw how much it affected them. even to this day. when i learned about you i felt i needed to warn you.” eunchae said softly. she waved and turned to leave.

sakura told you what they told you last night should not dictate your decision if you keep seeing the guys and allowing them to feed. she just gave advice to not let yourself get emotionally attached more than you are. to think of it as a transaction, because what have they done for you?

fancy gifts, hotel stays, fancy food, and pet names mean nothing if they don’t understand what you truly like as a person.

you grabbed your belongings, opting to stay in the sweats and hoodie you slept in. they definitely kept it cold in this damn house.

walking down the stairs, you saw sakura meeting you at the door with a smile. “you are welcomed here anytime, okay? don’t think you know this but when you’re here, they can’t track you.”

sakura gave you a hug goodbye as you walked the 5 minutes to your dorm.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

you may have not realized the guys couldn’t track you all night, but they definitely realized.

that night around midnight, sunghoon went to your dorm to check on you. he used his mind power to unlock your dorm door and quietly make his way in. he couldn’t smell a fresh scent from you, and it was confirmed when you weren’t in bed asleep.

he panicked and immediately alerted jay.

sunghoon demanded jay stay behind with sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki, cause first off they needed someone (an elder) at home. secondly, sunghoon didn’t trust jay would approach you calmly once found.

that night, all night, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake spent hours looking and trying to track you with no luck.

when the guys returned to the house, telling jay they didn’t find you, jay stormed into the room where ni-ki and the other three slept, ripping the covers off of ni-ki.

“what the hell man!” ni-ki was not happy being woken up at ungodly hours of the night (ironic huh?).

“what was that girl’s name?” jay asked. by this time jungwon and sunoo were awake as well, sunghoon, jake, and heeseung in the doorway or near the doorway of the bedroom.

“what girl?”

“the one that was staring at you and—,”

“eunchae. don’t know a last name.” ni-ki groaned cutting jay off. ni-ki pulled the covers back over his head in attempt to shut off the conversation. “now let me sleep! i have class at 9.”

jay left the bedroom and began pacing around the house. jay texted you which went unanswered.

jay: love where are you?

that’s where it got him now, staying in the shadows as he stood outside your 10 am class. except the students or professor or you never came.

jay had class at 11 so it was sunghoons turn. he stood in the shadows by your dorm. and there you were. walking with your (?) hoodie up, eyes down, swiping into your dorm.

you unknowingly being watched, went up to your empty dorm, and peeled off the clothes you borrowed, grabbing an oversized shirt of heeseung’s slipping it over your head just as a knock came to your door.

you cursed yourself after opening it, without looking in the peephole. you went to shut it, but sunghoon was too strong. “baby doll, don’t be like that.”

he pryed the door open and you stepped back as he stepped him. “go away, i don’t want you here.” your voice shook.

“i did a nice thing by knocking, i could’ve just tampered with the door.” sunghoon tsked.

you swallowed knowing you were stuck. “what do you want sunghoon?”

“baby doll, where were you last night? me and some of the guys looked for you but couldn’t find you. you had jay so worried.” sunghoon pouted. he was faking his empathetic voice.

“well you didn’t look hard enough because i was here in bed.” you crossed your arms.

sunghoon shook his head, his tongue clicking in disappointment, “baby doll, we don’t like liars, especially me.” his voice lowered an octave with the last part with a growl.

“im not lying!”

“i came into your dorm last night and you were not here.” sunghoon growled.

“huh—?”

“i told you i could easily open your lock with my mind.” sunghoon smirked. “now where were you?” he gritted out.

you both were interrupted with a knock on the door. funny, sunghoon didn’t smell anyone coming.

sunghoon turned and opened the door seeing a red hair girl.

“hey are you okay?” she rushed towards you enveloping you in a hug. in your ear she whispered, “im jen, i was warned by eunchae you might need help.”

sunghoon couldn’t hear what she whispered. who was this girl?

jen turned towards sunghoon with a fake smile. “i think she needs some sleep. she had a long night.” jen smiled emphasizing “long.”

the tips of sunghoons ears began to turn red.

“who are you?” sunghoon asked.

“jen. im her friend.”

“she doesn’t have friends.”

“hey!” you interrupted. “please leave, im not feeling well, jen will make sure i get rest.”

“no, you will come home with me.” sunghoon stared at you intensely.

“no.” you shook your head.

“yes.” his eyes darkened.

“i said no sunghoon.” you stated. sunghoon looked at you confused then sighed.

“fine.” sunghoon said nothing more as he stormed out of your dorm, slamming the door. luckily it didn’t fly of the hinges with his strength.

you were so confused at his behavior, but jen wasn’t. “he was trying to mind control you to get you to leave with him.” jen said, basically answering your confusion.

“huh?” now you were even more confused.

jen explained the tea you had at their house had a drug in it to prevent any vampire or other supernatural creature from using their mind control or other powers on you or even them. seraphim’s could be easily manipulated by vampires or other supernatural creatures.

“how long does it last?” you asked. jen answered with at least 3 days. “good. im gonna need more of that.” you were going to need it to prevent any further manipulation from the guys.

in the mean time, jen added you to a new group chat she made with the girls for you to text whenever you needed them. if it was an emergency you was just to text them, ‘hi angels,’ and they’d find you and come to you.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

earlier that morning

“why looking so glum riki?” eunchae asked a tired looking ni-ki on their way to class. she happened to have an extra cup of coffee.

“my damn boss woke me up in the middle of the night asking dumb questions.”

“you call him boss?”

“he acts like he’s my boss.”

“call him den mother. that’s what he’s more like.” eunchae teased. “so why did he wake up you asking dumb questions?”

ni-ki explained how you went missing apparently and the guys were worried they couldn’t find you.

eunchae laughed, “she wasn’t missing, she was just hiding from yall.”

“yeah the olders didn’t like that.” ni-ki shook his head, “they’re so protective over her.”

“you mean possessive?”

“that too.” ni-ki sighed and explained the rest of the story and how they were gonna take turns this morning staking out your class and dorm.

that perked eunchae’s ears, but it also got her nervous when ni-ki told her that he told jay about her. eunchae quickly took out her phone to text the girls in the group chat, warning them you may need help.

“you haven’t told them that im a seraphim, right?”

ni-ki shook his head. “no, should i?”

eunchae quickly shook her head. “absolutely not. your kind hates my kind.”

ni-ki’s left eyebrow raised. “why is that?”

“it’s better to not know.”

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it was currently 6:53 in the evening, and you have 30 missed calls and 177 unread messages from: jay, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake.

jungwon even texted to ask if you were okay, and it hurt you to not reply back. but you couldn’t be sure if it was actually jungwon, or perhaps jay and sunghoon using the other guys to get through to you.

jay: love answer your phone

sunghoon: babydoll, you answer us or face the consequences

heeseung: baby are you okay? we are worried about you

jake: im hungry for you. can we meet? i miss you.

jungwon: are you doing okay? im worried about you.

the absolute last message from jay sent chills through your body.

jay: love, you are going to regret ignoring us. you have until 7 pm tonight to answer us or you’re going to face some extreme consequences.

it was now 7:02 pm. your phone dinged with an email from your professor for tomorrows class. the same class jay was a teaching assistant for.

from: profkong@university.edu

class, tomorrow will be mandatory as we discuss finals. if you miss tomorrow, that will deduct 600 points out of your final grade. remember, the highest number of points to obtain from this class is 2000, and you need at least a 1800 to pass.

dammit you had planned to skip that class. jay must’ve done this on purpose so you couldn’t avoid him.

you were sure no one even had close to 800 points because many of the highest point assignments didn’t begin until later in the semester.

you were fucked. and you were scared to know what consequences jay and the guys could possibly have for you.

vampires house (#1)

seraphim’s house (#2)

[jaxteller87]

Valentine’s Day Surprise

Teenagers years  

There I stood, lingering in the hallway, silently observing the girls in the classroom reveling in the blossoming romance of receiving flowers from admirers, both secret and known. I purchased a single rose myself, and it was destined for Amber, the girl I’ve found myself secretly crushing on for a few weeks now. I was nervous to see how she’d react but excited at the same time.

“What’s going on?” Donna asked, approaching me from behind. Just as she fired off her words, Amber received the flower I got her. At first, she was surprised, just staring at it like it must have been some sort of mix-up or mistake. After a moment of convincing herself that perhaps it was actually destined for her, she closed her eyes, gently pressed the petals to her nose, and smiled.

“You think she likes it?” I asked.

Donna peered into the classroom and saw Amber smiling at the rose. “Ah, now I get it. Don’t take this the wrong way, Teller, but I see right through your tough, badass exterior. Believe it or not, deep down, you’re a softie.” 

“Just because I run with the Sons doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two about how to treat a woman,” I was talking to Donna, but I couldn’t stop looking at Amber.

“Yeah, I see how some of you SOA boys treat the ladies,” she sneered as if catching me in the act of something nefarious.

“Think what you will, but we’re not all like that.” At least not most of the time, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “I promise you, Don, I’m one of the good ones.”

She sized me up, “Yeah, maybe you are, Teller. Maybe you are.”

“I am. And my boy Opie isn’t too bad either,” I put in a good word for Ope, for what it was worth.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” she smiled awkwardly, clearly having strong feelings for him.

“What do you mean?”

“Look around, Teller. Even Brian Johnson got a flower for Lara Holtheimer, and he’s cheated on her twice,” Donna pointed to the fledgling lovebirds in the corner of the classroom.

I scoffed. “It was a lot more than twice,” I corrected her.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I know you guys are cut from a different cloth, but as a simple small-town girl, I guess I just kind of look forward to little quirky things like this,” she explained.

Just then, Phillip, the AV club president who was in charge of handing out the flowers and stuffed bears, cut in between us. ”Excuse me, Donna?”

“Um, yes?”

“Here, this is for you.” He handed her a little stuffed bear with a card.

“And you were saying?” I asked like a smartass.

“Aw!” Donna squealed with a knowing smile, realizing that her badass biker wasn’t a stranger to romantic gestures after all. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had reminded him an hour past the cut-off window for orders, but after roughing up the kid in charge, we got Ope on the list.

Later that afternoon, the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the backyard, where I discovered Amber surrounded by her canine companions. Instead of her usual wheelchair, she was sitting on a lawn chair, which was a pretty rare sight. Taking the seat beside her, I looked into her eyes and forgot what I was going to say. 

“Thank you,” she blushed, breaking the short awkward silence.

“For what?”

“Don’t lie, Teller; I know it was you.”

I sat back in the chair and sighed, “Ah, I see. Donna tell ya?”

“Nope,” she chuckled, “You just did, though.”

I walked into that. “That’s not fair,” I joked, “but you’re welcome. Oh, and thanks for the candy bar I found in my locker.”

She gave me a puzzled look, “Dang, how’d you know it was me? Donna tell you?”

“Nah,” I smirked, “but you just did.”  We shared a laugh, and it felt magical. Everyone had been right; I found myself falling head over heels for Amber. Yet, an unspoken longing lingered—I wished she could see herself through my eyes. Perhaps, one day, she would. 

Many years later... 

I stepped out onto the porch, greeted by a surprise that warmed my heart — a bag filled with my favorite candies and a twelve-pack of beer. It was a thoughtful gesture from Amber, who, being pregnant, found it challenging to get in and out of the car, which meant she most likely had it delivered.

I told her a thousand times, expressing that she didn’t need to go to such lengths for me. But ever since high school, I had presented her with a single rose every Valentine’s Day, a tradition that I never broke once. Sure, some might say a single rose isn’t much, but to anyone who knows our story, it’s more about the memory than the monetary aspect. We grew up in the same town but came from two very different neighborhoods.

I strolled into the living room with the bag in my hand, catching Amber off guard. Before I could say a word, she immediately burst into tears. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” she confessed, joining me in the living room.

“Darlin’, what did I tell you?” 

“I know,” she sniffled, wiping her face on her sweater sleeve. “But I just felt bad. Every year, it warms my heart to see you keep up with a tradition that literally changed my life for the better. All those years in middle school, watching girls get Valentine’s cards, candies, and gifts, but none of them were ever for me. Well, aside from the pity presents from the teacher or super popular kids, but never from a secret admirer. I didn’t care, though; I knew I was different. I mean, some people are just cut out for different paths than others. It’s not fair, but it’s life. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can learn to enjoy everything else life has to offer.” 

Another wave of tears rolled down her cheeks, and then, unexpectedly, she started to giggle. “These damn hormones, I’m sorry,” she laughed. “I shouldn’t be crying over something so silly. Please forgive me, babe.”

“Relax, darlin’, of course, you are forgiven, my love,” I smiled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I just don’t want you overexerting yourself on my behalf. The only surprise I need to come home to every day is you.”

“Okay, but—”

“No buts,” I interrupted.

“But babe—I really didn’t go too far out of my way.”

“Well, obviously you did; you had my favorite stuff ordered and scheduled to be dropped off on our doorstep,” I pleaded my point.

She had a shit-eating grin on her face. “Actually, I just asked Ope to pick it up on his way home from work and drop it off.”

I looked at her in disbelief for a moment before laughing at the simplicity of her plan. “Alright, fine. I guess that’s okay,” I smiled, planting a big, juicy kiss on her lips. “How about we make it an early night?”

“Jax, it’s not even 5:30 yet,” she said, glancing at the clock.

“It’s okay; no one has to know,” I smirked, kissing her forehead, slowly moving down her cheek and into her sweet spot on the neck. “But first, let’s get some dinner; I’m starving. Do you want to help me cook something?”

“Nah,” she shrugged.

“Nah? Why not?” I asked, almost offended.

“I also asked Opie to swing by that new steakhouse that opened up outside of Charming and pick us up ribeyes. I have the to-go containers hidden in the oven. It was going to be the rest of your surprise.”

“You were going to pass it off as your own cooking?” I asked, smirking at the idea.

“Perhaps,” she blushed, looking away.

“You are too funny! I love the shit out of you; do you know that?” I kissed her neck some more before she unloaded our meal from the oven.

And so, after a delightful steak dinner, we retreated to the coziness of our large bed.

“Thank you, sweetie. Happy Valentine’s Day,” she whispered.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” I whispered back.

[chepedukduks]

Holy mackarel I just randomly thought of wizard game again… hit with crazy feels every time I remember that dang thing and the community that loves it.

Heck, I was an autistic kid and that game was my whole reason to keep going, for a while. The stories I wrote to myself, the days where I’d sit and think of nothing but scrabdackle. The dozens of fanfic ideas I never got to write, fanart and fan animations I wasn’t good enough to make. The people I connected with so much emotionally… I doubt anyone else cared as much as I do. Or even knew how I felt. I just acted stupid and energetic. That’s how I showed my love back then. I remember all the little things and inside jokes and little moments and the little jolts of pain I’d get every time I’d mess up and do something wrong. Around the middle of last year was when I’d listen to stupid corny songs about moving on and how everyone’s happier without me. It felt like the world was crashing down… like some childish, silly breakup. Such a harsh reaction to something so inconsequential to everyone else. I’m downplaying it now, but it hurt bad back then. The fact that I got so scared, so afraid of getting real and never truly expressing — not knowing HOW to express — how much it’d really meant to me despite everything, is something I’ll always regret. I realize only in retrospect that the community isn’t perfect, not at all, but I’m not perfect either.

I remember being bitter at people… for no real reason? I honestly don’t even remember why I was upset, but it was probably something stupid and petty. I was a petty guy. I remember getting in trouble a lot, like I was the troubled kid. I probably was. My heart was in the right place, but my actions may not have reflected that. I think I’m emotionally stunted. That’s okay. I’m sorry regardless.

I remember how I’d act all dramatic, pointing to the stars and praying to whatever god was out there that I wanted it to be successful! As if that’s how the world works. I’d imagine a tree, a small sapling that we raised together. Me and my cool internet friends that I looked up to! I’d cry myself happy tears to sleep dreaming about how it’ll become so big and beautiful someday, and then sad tears believing I wouldn’t be there to see it. I was such a sensitive, naive person… still am. I don’t wanna change that about me, never.

I wish I knew you all more personally (subposting pfft, what’s new). I don’t know how to socialize at all, and I’d hate to subject anyone in that server to any more of my overbearing sentimentality. Thank you for being so kind. Thank you for talking and being my friends and keeping me updated and sharing our appreciation for the game with each other. Last year, all I could think of was how to say goodbye. I’m not planning on saying that anymore. Someday, I’m gonna show the world peak fiction… absolute cinema…. just you wait, but not now. Not for a long, long time.

I dunno why I’m writing this now. Just feel like it, I guess. Maybe I should’ve waited till thanksgiving, but does being thankful really need a particular date?

So yeah, thanks for raising me for 2 whole years <3

- Chep

(TLDR: JUST DON’T READ IT IT’S CORNY also wishlist scrabdackle on steam :p)

[catsofemma]

sorry not sorry to say this, but stephanie is the epitome of adhd. let’s discuss.

• she’s very impulsive. she makes outrageous decisions on a whim. the first moment that comes to mind is when the girls are trapped in the building with the crazy robots and she realizes just how much danger her and the girls are in. so she immediately is like “IVE GOT THIS!” and attacks the robots to get to the temperature changer to stop the crazy robots. it’s moments like that where she’s like “LEAVE IT TO ME!” and does the most direct, intense thing. another moment is when they’re running up the stairs and she’s like “I WON!” and then they’re like “we need to find the door…” and she’s like “THAT ONE!” and then grabs the camera and goes “IM ON FIRE!” she’s just very bold and loud

• she has trouble sitting still. this isn’t just because she’s sporty and likes to be active, blah blah blah. no. she literally and physically cannot just sit there. when she has a broken leg and is restricted to being in bed, she feels very restless. she keeps looking at her phone, she appears to be very bored, she keeps getting up even though she knows she shouldn’t. it’s so bad that the girls have to intervene because they know she won’t get better. another moment is when they’re at the spa and she’s like “oh yeah, we had to put our phones away. gosh darn it.” and then finally finds room to relax and is like “ok maybe relaxing isn’t so bad” it’s just moments like those where i’m like dang… stephanie really can’t just sit there!

• she definitely has difficulty regulating emotions. the first thing that comes to mind is the fight between her and emma in season two. first off, why fight with emma? is it that serious? emma is a sweetie pie! just the littlest thing happened and stephanie just leans away from emma and struggles to be around her and deal with the situation. another is when the situation with her older sister, roxy, was happening and she felt overshadowed. rather than acknowledging this, she kinda just started pushing her friends away and didn’t care to deal with it. another is when zoe the robot points out that the girls aren’t really enjoying her cupcakes. stephanie gets really loud about it because she feels sad that the girls aren’t finding her cupcakes to be yummy. she either feels too little or too loud.

• difficulty acknowledging others emotions. stephanie is a tad socially awkward in my opinion, even though i’d say she leans more on the extroverted side. but the biggest thing is when she’s helping the sparkles, the team of little girl gymnasts, she cares more about fitting her own idea of “being a good coach” and “winning” than the fact that she was overworking these children and that her coaching wasn’t really an ideal fit for them. she had to have it pointed out to her that she just needed to let the girls have fun and that animals were a comfort presence to these kids. she very much gets in her own head that she just blocks out any outside factors.

• stephanie is a very fixated person. the proof lays in multiple areas. when it comes to sports and baking (or doing anything, really), she’s very determined to win. that’s just another trait in itself. but stephanie holds a lot of passion in doing her best. honestly, i should just make that a whole other bullet point. but anyways, during the baking competition, she puts too much energy into trying to win. when she was doing the extreme caking, she was very focused on it and even the slightest setback absolutely pissed her off. when olivia introduced the sports game to her when her leg was broken, she finally had something to do instead of being fidgety and restless. she was so into the game that she was missing out on cleaning and sleeping. it was so bad that the girls had to intervene. another example is when the girls were arriving at the airport to travel to the jungle, stephanie stated that she had been up all night specifically researching elephants and joked “ASK ME ABOUT THEM!” like??? she was so focused on the research she missed out on sleeping before a long day of traveling? damn girl!

• the passion and determination that stephanie holds is both a blessing and a curse. while she has a great sense of justice and is really good at pursuing things rather than giving up, it can be bad in the sense she blinds herself of other things and other factors. she’s a bit of a sore loser (i can only imagine how that trait was in childhood) and doesn’t accept anything less than victory. she will go to extreme measures to make sure this happens as well. she sets very high standards for herself and makes everything a challenge and competition. she was particularly mad when she kept losing against vicky and the other opponents during season one. again, when she was helping the sparkles gymnasts, she was so determined to win that she blocked out the problems her passion was creating and was unhappy with second place. of course, anyone would want to win something they’ve worked hard towards, but it’s a problem when you are like stephanie where you are visibly and extremely unhappy when you don’t get your way and make it a problem for yourself and everyone else.

[josephsaturn]

Just finished Attack of the Clones!

can’t skip the text crawl!

Wow they really did upgrade the CGI

what’s with all the fog tho

WHOA SHIT

wait Padme’s still got her Girlies(TM)? And they’ve all got a name that ends with é?

Was that Jango w the eyepatch???

Padme once again being the baddest bitch in the room

God Palpatine really does act slimy

WOOO HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND EWAN MACGREGOR WOOO

I’m gonna kill whoever thought that anakin’s haircut was acceptable

UUUUUUHUHHHHGGGGHHHH cringe

Captain typho huh?

Man obi wan looks great honestly

Jar jar doesn’t make me want to destroy my eyes

Oh she DEFINITELY recognizes you anakin

Zam?? Whomst???

Ope there’s Jango

More under the cut:

Dreamin bout ya mom???

Oh god centipedes???

OBI WAN??????? HELLO????

I see now why greater fandom always portrays him as insane cuz THAT is insane

Terrifying!

Yea production value deffo went up

A N A K I N

OH SHIT

“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?” Huh.

Obi wan gonna get HAMMERED

DAMN. DAMN.

Honestly I wasn’t expecting the temple to look like that

Oh noooooo

Yoda my man my guy then why don’t you FCKUING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT

Why does Padme sound younger here than when she was literally like 14

Come to think of it how was she in GOVERNMENT OFFICE at 14

Ohh boyyy we gettin’ prideful Anakin now

Padme looks like a girl I knew in middle school

Jeez he’s down BAD bad

Dormé. Just..Dormé. Padmé. This MUST be an inside joke.

Kenobi: anakin’s crazy

Typho: yea nah padme’s crazier

Oooh dex?

Ok I’m starting to get it now

Damn mean old lady

A N A KIN

I’M dYINGGGGG

aw cute kids

Dang that’s one smart kid

Also, this is like a day after?? Bruv u better FIND that man

Yea girl u were like 14

Every fucking line of dialogue out of anakin’s mouth is either bad flirting or just bad in general like DUDE HOW

new Queen is slaying as well

MILADY

yea get his ass girl

Ok so how far is Kamino exactly??? Cuz 12 parsecs is a lot (at least I think it is, from how they explained it) yet the cut makes it look like obi wan only spent like an hour to get there

Kaminoans got nice voices

The Kaminoans: talking about the army n shit

Kenobi: ???!!!????!?!?!

S-eye-fo dee-as? I thought it’d be see-foe die-as

Kenobi’s like 3 seconds away from freaking out lmao

Man Naboo looks so aesthetically pleasing; I’d love to live there

Oh god. SAND.

Anakin pls mans just quit while you’re ahead

THAT WAS WHAT GOT HER???? A FUCKING LINE ABOUT S A N D ????

Yea that’s not fUCKING scary

Naughty children get put in the tube merry-go-round

Man.

man it’s so interesting how none of the clones are talking in these scenes

They’re just silently going along

“We keep him here.” Huh???

Obi wan: What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Man boba’s got that resting bitch face

Why does he look like he wants to kill Obi wan in every frame he’s visible

Oh shit Jango doesn’t know sifo dyas?

Hmmm

Damn that was charged

Ok Anakin is talking like a human being now. Great

Man they wanna fuck so bad

ABAKIN YOU WERE DOING SO WELL NOOOO

Agony?

Padme just fucking leave Like girl it isn’t worth it please just get out of there girl BLEASE

she’s like “damn he wants me that bad 👅👅💦💦”

I’m gonna kill Anakin

Yea girl woooo set those boundaries

God she really is always slaying

Ok back to Kamino cool

“Oh-bee wahn”

If Kamino is known as the cloner planet, who else did they clone??

Yeah y’all really are blind

Oh nooo shmiii

Stanced up

Wait did they sleep in the same room??

Were they fucking?

ANAKIN DONT FCKUING MAKE THIS WEIRD

Well at least padme’s supportive??

Damn Jango taught boba well

Ok I can’t take this seriously cuz of the lightsaber

Damn some Kaminoans are prob watching this fight from the windows like 👁️👄👁️

Tatooine!

[speaking huttese]?

So Shmi went to the Lars family huh. That’s one way to do it

Ok the time lag makes sense

Oh no not the bass boost grenades

Oh joy

Ok back to tatooine we go

Hey! An obviously cgi generated house in the desert!

Damn cliegg looks like shit

Oh god she was kidnapped?!

Oh so he lost his leg that’s why

A MONTH?!

Oh ok so it’s not generated

Hey playing with shadows!

And a callback to ep 4!

Duel of the fates again?

Oooh pretty place!

Wuh-oh

CHRISTOPHER LEE!!!

Why DID Jango go to geonosis?

Oh god I’m getting Spy Kids vibes again…

Obi wan looking back at the camera like “y’all seein this shit?”

OH GOD

I’m actually starting to cry rn

So terrible even the Jedi on coruscant can feel it?

But something HAS happened to him

I wonder what would’ve happened if Anakin went back to save Shmi at the beginning?

Uh oh.

“tHe ChOsEn oNe.”

Ok props to Christensen for this scene. Genuinely.

Damn Padme THIS is when you start to think about it?

But I get it, he’s obviously in distress so she’s comforting him like a normal person

Ok THIS is the start to his fall. He’s so attatched that he doesn’t know when to let go

AW SHIT ANAKIN’S WEARING BLACK NOW SHIT SHIT SHIT

but he won’t

Padme girl you are NOT helping

Girl Mace LITERALLY said to stay there what are you on

Wait it’s JARJAR that gets the army???

Captured in stasis

Is dooku just humoring kenobi?

Ok but would Qui gon have become a sepratist?

I mean it’s kinda obvious who sidious is

Dooku’s in cahoots with sidious right

Oh shit Jarjar IS the guy

IT WORKED??????HUH????????????????????????????????????

Grand army of the republic? More like (G)ekid(A)n inu cu(R)ry

(I’ve been rewatching Madoka again too)

How come no one’s made a fic of Yoda going to Kamino?

Damn r2’s got no chill

He’s destroyed his lightsaber before?

Girl.

She’s been enduring his horrible lines and pushiness for the entire movie

GIRL HE’S NOT IN THE RIGHT MENTAL STATE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP

WOOO PUBLIC EXECUTIONS WOOO

and here’s approximately 70% of the budget!!

Oh shit it’s mace!

Damn Jango had no reason for that twirl tho

WHOA SHIT

That shadow of the heaaad

And boba NOOO

that stare between dooku & windu…is that like a “aw fuck” stare or a “watch ur back” stare

Ok I gotta ask: what’s the point of killing Jango? I get that it gets him outta the picture and gives boba a reason to be the hardass he is in OT, but like putting all that aside, what’s the point IN PREQUELS? Mace coulda just captured him

Are the guild guys gonna die

HEYO!

Ultimate weapon?

Oh shit

Hey an episode 1 callback!

THE ARM

shit is that dathomir?

M’wow

Pffft not Vader’s theme

marriage huh

And that’s it for now! I’ll be back after I’m done with clone wars season 1!

[rgbyshipper101]

Animaniacs Reboot Season 3 Episode 3 Review

Again I’ll mention I’m only rewatching the Warners because I don’t fully know P&TB. (This took so long I’m sorry I was busy.)

Variable Verse: Fair pay for trainees! -Dot

Planet Warner

The announcer sounds like Winnie The Pooh. Same voice actor? Reminds me of Nighty Night Toons.

They’re asleep on stage. Long nights. Also is that the girl from the P&TB short in season one? The one where Brain said “hell?” I don’t remember.

How come they’re not in bed? Also I had to look up adolescent because I thought it was teenager. It’s 10-19.

I love the fact that all their jumping animations are different! Cannonball, jump, and twirl.

I get the feeling that this short is a retelling of what actually happened? Lol maybe they did the character from a hat just for this episode.

You know I just thought of something. Back when new cartoons were drawn on paper, toons leapt from it. Can…can they still do that from the computer? Or are they trapped until let out? …oh god.

Boingy boingy boingy! Ralph’s eyes were red the whole time. Yikes. Hello? Yakko’s the most frail member? Damn. So many implications.

The cave reference! Looney Tunes melody too! Meep meep!

Aquaclaus sequels reference Rocky sequels?

Why do some of these remind me of existing characters? Like the bottom left looks like Lola.

The snaps her assistants do. Lol I forgot where that’s from.

See I feel bad when the character isn’t even allowed on the bus. But it’s showing the harsh reality of life of being rejected. Especially in entertainment.

Dang that’s a lot of tamales. Wakko’s literally just eating the wrappers.

Fourth wall break. Not as annoying as usual. They’re definitely projecting. Yeah watch ALL the characters.

The earth is pretty!

I do love this short. Not only do we see the Warners act like themselves more than usual, but it’s educational! It shows how production and pitching an idea in the entertainment industry works. And it doesn’t shy away from reality either - ideas don’t work so they get thrown out. I like the contrast on how the Warners are successful and live comfortably and the new toon is the opposite. I do feel bad for him, though.

Wakko’s the main character here. Finally. He’s the most underused. The animations they did throughout were nice.

I did notice the segments sometimes are more about the background characters more than the established characters. I know it’s easier on a blank slate, but it’s still the Warners show. This segment was fine; I was just mentioning it because it’s been a problem before.

Talladega Mice

D’awww. Cute baby Brain. The references throughout were nice. Cool how they used Orson Welles. Pinky whats with the finger? Why does the balloon sword looks like something else? The other mouse! Oh my god.

I feel like they should’ve done something with Fort Knox. Or at least mentioned it at the end. They have a habit of repeating episodes from the OG. They’re aware of it, too. New ones would be nice, please.

DI Why

So you’re telling me they’re gonna frame the poster with Wakko’s [redacted] showing? Also I forgot about the adult jokes until I heard it. It caught me off guard.

I thought they were gonna go ham with the worker but I guess not. I like Yakko’s line. Don’t flick his nose.

What’s the song the workers sing referencing?

Ah, he was gonna say belly. You notice how they’re drawn with their hands in front of them? Usually in a begging motion?

Don’t you pun Yakko. Dot noticed. Kinda wish they didn’t scoff at them. They did it all the time and were fine with it.

Yakko’s the boomer dad. Or millennial.

I like how both brothers were happy when a song was gonna begin.

Song!!!

How come Dot’s the only one in a cute outfit??? Tragedy.

I actually really like this picture. Wakko stole all those pots and then just smashed them. Lol.That lamp with the leg is an old reference.

Did Wakko just say rehab? What rehab?

This is cute.

Wakko’s head shakes saying “philosophy” while his sibs mouths just vibrate. Cute.

Okay. I love it. Very catchy. They all got a chance to shine. It’s just a nice and sweet song with no bad jokes. Beautiful. Wakko’s voice is the best oh my god.

I like how they all smile when they’re in the water.

Bro Dot got double smacked. Her poor frame broke, too.

Can’t see the Warners doing that to the fans? I honestly don’t remember their relationship with fans besides running away. But it was fine. P&TB cameo.

Again I feel like if there was no story or buildup and just the song it would be fine. Or better. There doesn’t need an explanation for everything.

Planet Warner - 9

Talladega Mice - 8

DI Why - 9

Avg - 8.7

So far this is my favorite episode with rewatchability for me. (Well, for the Warners.) Heck yes.

[erigold13261]

Some GhostAshFlower+Kento HCs for the soul…

-I think this all started after the friendship bracelet incident, where the tension started to build. The romanticish type of tension. Pav was trying to reach Miles and Gwen to no avail, and Satoru and Suguru were trying to get Yu and Kento to explain what was going on. (Wait how long was Miles put in this place?)

-So Hobie stepped in to sit them down. Turned out Miles had feelings for Gwen AND Yu. And Gwen liked the both of them. Hobie gives a speech that could be summed up with “There are no rules for relationships, mate. Just go with the flow.”

(Off topic, but I think Hobie does this a lot. Telling people to stop setting up expectations for relationships/identities and do what you want. Hence SaSiSu all using unconventional pronouns, Peni using multiple neopronouns, and Kento no longer hiding the skin condition.)

-And they did. 

-(Yu initially liked Miles and Gwen bc he likes people who eat a lot. He himself eats a lot, and so did Miles and Gwen. Hungry teenagers.)

-Yu also liked Kento, Miles and Gwen because he could be 100 percent open with them. Being stealth trans means that you have to push people away when they might see the real you. 

-Kento got interested in Miles because he casually talked about his Pureto Rican mom, and made him realize that it’s okay to be proud of the fact that you have multiple cultures in your heritage. 

-Gwen likes Kento because of his calmness in most situations, and his dry sense of humor.

-It would be cool if Yu never needed a binder since he could just control his body mass using the ash/grass.

-Kento can play the guitar/bass. Yu can do vocals and guitar. (His VA 梶原岳人 makes rock songs too.) Miles mainly does vocals, and Gwen can play the drums as we all know. 

-Yu might start using neopronouns. Who knows.

-Rio and Jeff are a bit confused, but support their kid and his three “not exactly friends”. George’s reaction is mostly the same, but Yu and him became friends very quickly. (Sports bros.) Yu’s parents immediately trusted Miles and Gwen since their daughter instantly liked them. Kento’s parents are just happy that their son was able to make multiple friends in a fairly bad situation. 

Hope this isn’t too long! Dang these four are so cute together! (I hope you got that job)

-Bracelet: The Power Revolution is supposed to take place only a few months after Miles gets to Nueva York, but honestly we can stretch it to be a year. I don't want it to be over a year though as I kinda want things to happen in a fast pace manner (also you probably can't keep Rio and George from their kids for that long without one of them trying to bust into the place).

Back to the bracelet though. That definitely is a scene that would make them all question what their relationship really is (because I am sure Yu wasn't upset to have possibly thought Gwen was into him, he just got worried because of Miles and Gwen's relationship).

-Go with the flow and off topic: Oh absolutely Hobie would do this (also I just love the idea that Hobie is a mediator a lot of the time, kinda being an authority figure without meaning to as it just wnats everyone to do what they think is right).

Hobie's catchphrase is basically "fuck labels, do what you want" by this point.

-Yu's likes: The fact that Yu likes someone just because the eat a lot (I know that's not the only reason) kinda makes me think he's a bit demi-sexual/romantic. Maybe that was already said at some point. Also the being able to be open with these friends is also a sign Yu might be demi.

-Kento likes: Mix kids finding comfort in each other (even when it's entirely different races/ethnicities being mixed).

-Gwen likes: Does Kento MEAN to do dry humor, or is it more of an accident that happens because of his autism? Either way, I like the idea that Gwen can tell when he's joking which he appreciates a lot because I am sure people have told Kento to stop being serious when he was trying to joke around.

-Binder: That's a tricky idea for me. I do love shapeshifting and stuff, but with Yu's powers I think it has to be a constant use of power and not a full transformation that sticks. So like, Yu CAN do that! But not forever. It's for as long as he can use his powers.

Meaning that in Nueva York, Yu is gonna basically NEED a binder since he wouldn't be able to use his powers to the fullest. Which sucks but Nueva York will provide him with one.

-Band: They hound Hobie to be the backup guitar. It pretends to be too cool as a joke (which they take seriously at first) but absolutely agrees to play with them (and then Ham comes in with a tuba or something lol).

Honestly all 4 of them looking up to Hobie who knows Ex-Jay and has been playing music the longest out of all of them is something I'd love to see (they all get closer because they all think Hobie is cool lol).

-Neoprouns: Heck yea! Go Yu!

-Parents: Pretty sure all the parents think it's just some really close friend group at first (maybe George being the only one to actually believe the group when they come out immediately) but they all come to realize the kids are serious and support them

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And this was a good size! But uh, I just didn't have energy to answer it lol. As you can tell by the fact this was sent before I got my job. Welp! I got it! Thanks for the luck! I probably needed it! :3

[sheepishfreeloader]

Roomies make tons of leftovers they never eat and buy fruits and cut veggies they also don’t eat which rot in the fridge

It’s all their food but they made it so it’s my partners “chore” to deal with their leftovers even though it’s literally all theirs

I try and discuss how maybe they can just do it since it’s all their food and we already take care of our own leftovers, I don’t see why we have to do theirs too since we make so little and they make so much

Instead of a waiting for a normal discussion after work, the one roomie who doesn’t work decides to get up early and stomp downstairs and slam doors and slam the garbage lid tossing out her and her partners nasty leftovers 😑

Girl no one told you you had to get up at 8am to stomp your butt downstairs and clean. We were literally just discussing changing the chore because it’s not working and our cooking situation changed earlier this year. If you wanna be mad be mad, it’s your own problem. Your going on your second vacation this year that your partner is 100% paying for and driving you to. Get over it. It’s a chore you should have been doing anyway instead of shoving it off on my partner 😑

I’ve been doing great this year not letting her bad attitude, inability to small talk normally with friends, and general crabbiness not get me too worked up like it did all the time last year. Pretending she doesn’t exist usually helps lmao, and since she pretty much just lives in the living room watching TV all day and we stopped eating her cooking several months ago she usually just blends in like she’s barely there. But god dang. Stomping and slamming shit like a child when someone asks her to take care of her rotten food? Incomprehensible. But I need to remember most of the time anger isn’t about you, it’s about things they’re going through being misdirected. My request and discussion is reasonable, but her explosive reaction is due to stress from her mother, having to pack, and doctors appointments, and doesn’t make what I asked any less normal. It’s a her problem.

“Can you take care of your rotten food, and maybe discuss changing the chore because you make a ton of leftovers and shouldn’t expect my fiancé to take care of our food AND your food” is NOT unreasonable. Her anger is not my problem. It is not my issue. I don’t have to let her emotional issues bleed into me or keep me from my own peace of mind.

If she wants to push off all the major chores on her already overworked husband, fine. They can suffer together.

If she wants to sit on the couch and binge watch TV and movies for 8 hours straight everyday in a windowless room, fine. She can let her brain rot and it’s not my business.

If she wants to make necklaces and clothes that she shows nobody but my fiancé and which sit in an already bursting closet because she doesn’t go anywhere, fine. It’s her husband’s money and his side of the closet thats bursting with her shit, and he doesn’t care.

If she wants to avoid all social contact with people and old friends in a discord because she didn’t get a joke 1 time and so “the server just isn’t for her,” fine. She can sit alone in her windowless room and forget how to talk like a normal human being, that's her prerogative.

I’m doing really well this year and she continues to flounder in her own pity. She used to be a great friend, I still lament our dead relationship where we would go to the store together and have really good long talks, back when she used to say she really admired and looked up to me.

And I know this all started when her father passed away nearly two years ago, but does that make her treatment of us any better? Does that make her continued disregard for her future self any healthier? Grief can really destroy a person. But no matter how much empathy or patience we’ve given her she continues to be this stubborn mass of nothingness. Either blending into the couch or exploding when push comes to shove because she’s gotten so out of practice with the world that she can barely function. But we are not therapists, and being her friend has also not helped her, so there’s nothing to do but prioritize ourselves now. We can’t stop our own lives for hers, even if we care… we cannot be doormats.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Fem!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You set up a nice surprise for your lover after a long day at work.

Warnings: I’ve decided readers do not get to eat out women enough on this sight, so I needed to write this XD It also involves degradation and bossiness (But you like it XD .). It’s very smutty, which I think goes without saying. Also unedited until tomorrow, as editing is a thing I do on the bus to work the next day. 18+

Humming, you take out a lighter from the pocket in your pretty silk robe as you stand over a dresser covered in candles. After flicking the ignition, you light each wick with care; Making sure to tuck your hair - specially done, so that you’re pretty dang proud of it, - behind your ears so it doesn’t catch aflame itself. Then you move onto the other surfaces you lined with black and white candles.

When you’re finally done, you turn the lights off in the big room, decorated a water feature and lace curtains on either side of wall-to-wall windows, and for a moment just relax and enjoy the atmosphere you’ve created with just a couple - or 6 dozen candles, - and furs strewn over the various surfaces. Beautiful… and affordable, considering Cruella already owned all these furs.

Perking up, you give a grin and pick up the book you’re reading, before flopping contently onto the couch and the soft soft furs against your bare legs, and deciding to read by candle light until your lover arrives for her surprise.

~

30-45 minutes go by, and you’re invested in the pages, warm orange light flickering against them before you when Cruella finally flies through the apartment door and slams it shut behind her. You jump from surprise, pressing the book to your chest as you close your eyes tight. “Cruella,” You hiss, wondering to yourself why, oh why, your feathers continue to get ruffled by this woman.

But then again, you grin. That isn’t always a bad thing.

“… what? No ‘welcome home’, Darling? It is my home, after all. And for some reason… you’ve turned into some kind of… “Her dark eyes shift slowly over your form, sitting there in your carefully crafted outfit of laced-up corset and silk shorts, along with the little silk robe that only reaches your mid-thigh. “Bordello.”

A bark of a laugh bursts out of you, at that. Snapping the book shut in your hands, you hook one leg over the other and set it in your lap. “A bordello! Do I look like a whore to you, Cruella?”

… She just gives an evil smirk; Red lips quacking up at one side. “Perhaps, my dear.”

“A high end one?”

“But of course!” She would only have the best. You both know that.

“Well, that’s what matters.” You grin, unhooking your leg and setting your book aside as you get up to your feet languidly and cross the floor between you and your lover. Creeping your fingers up through feathers spanning over her shoulders, you lace your arms around her neck. “Welcome home~ “

“That’s much better, pet.” She praises you with a patronising lilt to it while you just stand there, mesmerised by the way the lights you lit earlier flicker across her face now like the book you were reading before she came in. Her face is made up as dramatically as usual, all poisonous red lips and shadowy eyes. She’s beautiful. “Now don’t hang off me, darling. You know how I hate it- go spread your legs on the sofa- I know how badly you want to, always.”

Giggling, not because she’s joking because she’s not, but because when she talks to you like that you get a little tingle - and you don’t see the point in pretending like it doesn’t, - , you take your arms slowly away; Allowing them to trace down her body on the way, just enough to feel a hint of breasts, before sighing only slightly wistfully and turning away, rolling your eyes as you do as your told.

As you lay back on the couch, your little robe falls open around you and your hair fans out around your head. You prop one leg up, bent at knee and leaning against the side of the sofa while the other hangs slightly off of the edge; And you wait.

Cruella doesn’t join you right away, of course - you would like that too much, and she’s a little evil, - . Instead she releases herself from the coat with the feathered shoulders she was wearing - ravens feathers. About 3, - and lays it carefully over the back of the couch as she prowls around it; Chin up and proud as always as she appreciates the picture of you waiting for her like that. A slight simper plays at her painted lips as acrylic nails scrape gentle along the back of the sofa.

For some reason, the sound?? The sound, makes a little wetter then you already were.

Its all… a lot. Her hungry, strategic gaze, the sounds of the fire crackling around you and her nails and her heels against the tiled floor, the air prickling against the thin material of your shorts due to your legs being so parted… The anticipation is getting to you, as a little nervous smile slips across your mouth. “Ready?”

“I’ll decide that.” She snaps, stopping on her second time around the sofa to dramatically slam her hands against the backing. Her eyes are sharp as she looks at your face, now, and you slam your lips shut immediately- and that makes her smile. “See, you can be such a good girl sometimes… You just need a little… “Coming up with the perfect word, Cruella gives a flamboyant hand gesture. “Discipline.”

Oh fuck.

“Now close those legs, you tart.” She suddenly demands, as if she hadn’t asked you to open them in the first place and pushes your knee away from the sofa. “And get down to floor. I hope you wore knee-pads, these tiles can be rather hard on the knees… Oh, no? What a shame.”

God, you bite you bottom lip to keep from beaming to widely as you get down to the floor, set up on your knees before the sofa cushions. She’s such a bitch. You lean back only enough for her to get by, as she sweeps around the furniture once more and sits down gracefully, in front of you; her skirt brushing uncaringly across your face as she does this.

“Ugh,” Groaning, Cruella flicks her head to get black and white hair out her eyes and momentarily releases some of the fatigue she’s gathered very the course of her day, to you. “I’ve had a long day at work, pet… I’m utterly exhausted, with putting up with the talentless imbeciles I employ. I need you to show me that not everyone in this world is hopeless, my dear. Do you think you can manage that?” As she’s talking, you nod and slowly gather up the tight cow-skin and taffeta skirt she designed, baring her thighs.

“Mhm… “Your eyes eagerly find her plain black underwear finally, and your mouth waters.

This response is, evidently, not good enough though and Cruella snaps her fingers before your face suddenly, surprising you. “What was that?”

She knows damn sure that you can. “I can, mommy.” You assure her, flashing a confident grin.

She only gives a hum to signify her approval; But its more than enough, for you. “Hmmm… “Then her eyes flash and she tap her foot harshly against your hip. “Well hurry up, then.”

“Yes ma’am.” You quip, before fixing your hair quickly so it wouldn’t get in your way and leaning forward, beginning to rub a thumb slowly up and down her folds through the cotton of her underwear; following the shape of her pussy that you feel. Giving a sigh, she leans back on the couch, into her beloved furs, and closes her eyes; Content now in enjoying her end-of-the-day- err... well, your version, of a tipple.

Getting bored of merely feeling up your goddess of a lover fairly quickly, you reach around her hips and roll her underwear down and off of her, flicking it to the side in favour of going down on her. Your lips find the side of her knee first, as you lift up over your shoulder and push the other one further away in order to clear the runway- your eyes glued gently to Cruella’s perfect cunt. Then you continue kissing her leg, all the way up the soft skin of her thigh and then the top of her hot mound.

Becoming excited, then, your heart beating wildly inside your chest, you bring your thumbs up and part her folds with them; Allowing yourself to assess the sexy mess she already is. God, fuck- you’ve got to taste her. She’s so wet!

So, leaning, in, you finally do so. You lick a deep, experimental strip through her pussy lips, moaning yourself as you do and feeling elated when her hips move and her heel over your shoulder digs into your back; Silently demanding you get closer and get to work.

… Well, you don’t want to disappoint her.

Beginning to lick her at a steady pace, getting faster and faster as her ass starts to lift into your face, you’re forced to let go of her pussy in favour of reaching around to hold her close to your face as you enjoy your meal. You know you must look starved with your mouth on her, devouring her in the absolute dirtiest way possible with your tongue.

Its not until your fully wrap your lips around her cunt that you start making a mess, though. You’re starting to suck her and thrust your tongue, which is not an easy feat but oh so enjoyable for you both, and it causes your spit and her wetness to smear over your face. And you must be doing well, too, because she’s leaking like a busted water tank- all over the furs beneath her.

You’re making lewd as fuck sounds as you slurp her up and fuck her with your talented tongue - you know how to fuck Cruella. You’ve done it plenty of times before… and yet, its always just as good as the first, - and she’s not doing much better- though, in your humble opinion, her husky, rough moans are like music. At your horniest, loneliest moments, you only wish you had it recorded and could just listen to it as you finger yourself alone.

Acrylic talons dig into your scalp eventually, your hair curling around strong fingers as you move your face against her flower and she grinds herself into your pretty mouth. “… I… hope you know that I… expect you to finish your meal, darling… every last bit… “

In response, you just start licking broader- taking as much of her as you can before the main meal, and her grip on your hair tightens at it.

When she’s finally licked to orgasm, she comes messily. The sticky substance squirting out of her like an ode to you, and you just keep on going; Sliding your tongue over her like an ice cream.

Its only when she’s finished coming, that you stop. You fall back onto your heels, and use you thumb to wipe the stuff off your cheeks- before sucking it off like she told you to.

Because you’re a good girl.

She watches this with a sexy smirk; A tired one, after the exertion of coming so hard, but a sexy one all the same with short, thick wisps of her hair having crept into her face and red lipstick on her teeth from having bitten her bottom lip as you sucked at her. When you’re finished with your meal, she curls a finger at you, asking you silently to come.

Smiling, you get up onto your knees again and, without touching her, lead her lead you with her long black - spotted, - nail under your chin to her lips. She kisses her flavour off your tongue and you moan, weak at the knees for her and having to hold onto the couch cushion to stay on them.

“Fuck, Cruella… “You whisper as you part, hands gliding up and down her thighs, now. With a frown, her hand comes to your neck, and drags you right back to her mouth.

Your lips dance a sensual game with eachother, making out slowly but furiously, Cruella never being one for the gentle. When she’s finally done, for now, your lips feel swollen as she presses one hungry, open-mouthed kiss to your neck before leaning back away again.

Eyes half lidded, you watch her in the dim candlelight, as she gets up off the couch and lets her skirt fall again… further, this time. Right down to the ground, in fact, as she stops away from you into the open floor plan. You watch as she undoes the buttons to her waistcoat with her back to you and drops that to floor also, before removing her button up shirt too.

The very fact that she’s undressing in front of you tell you that you are far from done with each other, and this is going to be a long night.

You’re more than alright, with that.

[dumbfuck-mojave]

It’s Gonna Be Me (Pt. 1 of 2)

Franchise: Scream

Pairing: Derek Feldman x Reader

Also Featured: Randy Meeks, mentions of Sidney Prescott and a random ass teacher I made up. Also reader’s shitty ex. 

Warnings: This is really just pure fluff. Like I’m sorry but this is some real Disney shit. I did put a bit of swearing in it though. Reader is a shithead but’s it’s in a teasing way. Reader had a bad relationship in the past but nothing concrete is mentioned. 

A/N: DEREK MY BELOVED. Also dang this was a ride to do but I think it was worth it. Sorry there isn’t actually a lot of Derek in this, he will be the main focus of part 2 I just wanted to set things up and also I love Randy. 

Word Count: 2,070.

@highonbandcandy @thirsting4slashers @bambitheghostfaceapologist​ I bring more content to appease the Scream Gods.

“It just impresses me everytime, you know? Nothing is ever going to compare to it.”

“Yeah.” 

The bright afternoon sun streamed through the giant glass window of the college library. It was nearly blinding, reflecting off of every surface within a 30 foot radius. You look up from the various papers strewn about in front of you on the oak table you were sitting at to see Randy with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to block the powerful rays with a single arm thrown up against them. A chuckle escapes you and he opens his eyes, barely, to send you a glare. 

“Why did you have to choose this dumbass table, anyways?”

“Ooo, you better watch that mouth, sir. I’ll tell on you to your mommy.”

Randy drops his arm and fully looks at you now, despite the sun not retreating in the slightest, “Why are you like this.”

“I don’t know. Think it was the day I was born on, or something. It makes me ~special~.”

“Well, I’m going to move,” Randy says matter-of-factly, standing and beginning to pick up his things, “You can either come with me or stay here and find another person to harass.”

“Awww, c’mon now,” You whine out, but start to pick up your things as well, “You know it was a joke. Besides, the light made you look really pretty. Giving your eyes a little sparkle, making your hair look all nice and shit. Moving is really just self-sabotage.”

“Well, thank you but I prefer being able to see over looking ‘pretty’. Especially since I need to get this speech paper done by tomorrow morning, it’s already 3 in the afternoon and I suck at that class so it’s going to take me forever.”

“Ok, you caught me. You look pretty regardless of lightsource or lack thereof. Also that isn’t my fault, I keep telling you to drop that fucking class, it’s boring and the teacher’s a real piece of work.” 

“I know, but I need the credits. Despite it being a load of-”

“Ah, ah, ah! What did I say!”

“Can you shut up?!” Randy barks out, but no longer holding back his laughter. You, who had been laughing the entire time, proceed to laugh louder, ignoring the fact that you were still in a library. Taking a few deep breaths, you speak again as Randy and you sit at one of the empty tables in the back, near all the science and medical books. 

“Ok, I’m about to be serious for a second, so listen up. You’re going to be fine, I’ve seen the stuff you consider the worst of the worst and it’s still better than half the shit some of your classmates write up. So relax, don’t stress, you’ll get it done and everything will be fine, yeah?” 

You grab his hand and squeeze it, watching as he smiles and squeezes back. 

“Yeah, you’re right….Also, thanks.”

“What for?”

“Calling me “always pretty” back there. This now, too.” 

“Don’t thank me, it’s the truth. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Randy mumbles out, pulling out his notebook and finding a blank page to start his paper, tapping his pencil a few times in thought. “Really sucks I’m not attracted to you romantically. You’re like, the perfect partner for me. Nice, can talk me out of deprecation spirals, likes horror movies…”

“Ouch, Randy.”

Randy scoffs, “Oh, come on, like you’re attracted to me like that in any way.”

“Correct. I guess this chaos will be saved for someone else.” You dramatically sigh, doing a fake hair flip as Randy laughs again, “As long as they’re better than the last one.”

“Yes, please. For both our sakes. Forget the teacher, that guy was the real piece of work. You deserve so much better than whatever that monstrosity was.”

You sigh out, for real this time, “Correct again. I’m just…nervous to attempt a love life still, I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 

“I feel the exact same, and I don’t even have a crazy ex-boyfriend.” 

“Yet.”

“Yet?? Whatever, I wish I was like Sid sometimes, she’s perfectly fine on her own. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t say that, I know why she’s like that, but just thinking.”

“Mhm.” You pause for a brief second, then perk up, “Sidney’s single? I thought she had a boyfriend?”

“They broke up really recently, guess I forgot to tell you. She just needs time to herself, to figure stuff out, you know? He was cool with it, so that’s nice. As much as I hate to admit it since he’s a literal bane to my existence, he’s a pretty alright guy.” 

“Wow Randy, that was one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard you say.”

Randy looked away from you, hopefully disappointed in himself, before his shoulders tensed up and he whipped back towards you with widened eyes, “Speak of the devil-” 

You glance over to where he just looked to see a man skimming through a thick, worn book. He was slightly taller than Randy, who you already called short despite him not being so, with neatly styled golden blonde hair that swooped down just above his right eye. His preppy clothes fit his sturdy build perfectly, but what caught your attention most was his face. A soft face, a trustworthy one. You turned your attention back to Randy and smacked him on the arm, whisper-yelling over him when he protested. 

“That’s him!?! The man looks like a fucking Apollo painting and you didn’t think to tell your best friend?” 

He furrows his eyebrows at you and whispers back, “When would that ever have been important?” 

“So you aren’t denying it.”

“What does that-”

“Quiet, quiet. He’s looking over here-” 

“Hey, Randy! How’s it going man? Haven’t seen you in awhile!” The man laughs out as he jogs over, slapping a handy down on Randy’s shoulder. 

“Pretty good, Derek. How about yourself?” Randy replies, subtly eyeing the tanned hand on his shoulder. 

“Oh, you know, the usual! Just working through classes, finding stuff to do in my free time, whatever,” Derek shrugs as he makes eye contact with you, “Who’s this?”

“That’s Y/N, one of my friends.” Randy looks over at you and, alarmingly, takes in your starstruck appearance. You seem to snap out of it as you lift up your hand and introduce yourself properly. 

“It’s really nice to meet you.” You squeak out, almost passing out when he takes your hand into his own warm one. You wonder how it would feel to have his thumb tracing your lips, or the feeling of his lips on the back of your hand, or-

Derek jumps when he looks at the time, his lips pulling back into a grimace and revealing straight, sparkling white teeth. 

“He really is the stereotype of perfect.” You think to yourself as you glance over at Randy, who’s scowl is set deep in his face. 

“Damn, I have to go or I’m going to be late. Sorry about that, it was nice meeting you!” Derek flashes you an award winning smile as he hurries off. 

“No.”

You turn towards Randy, confused. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean you can’t date that one.”

You throw your hands up in the air, “I thought you said he was an alright guy! The first guy I want to date after the clusterfuck of my last relationship and you’re saying no?? I thought you were my friend, Ray.”

Randy groans and throws his head back, “I am! I’m just-”

“Ok, pause on the temper tantrum. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t date him, why he wouldn’t treat me right. I might be really into him! You know him better than I do and I just think you’re jealous.”

Randy’s pale skin flushes, and you can pinpoint all his freckles against the pink, “I’m not jealous. I’m just… overprotective.”

You swing around the table and throw your arms around him, pressing your head against his, “Oh, please?? I don’t want to be miserableee. I won’t ask for anything from you ever again, I promise! Just put in a good word for me to him, okay? You don’t even have to talk to him that much, just say a few things here and there or something.”

Feeling Randy relax, you know you’ve broken him and internally cheer, externally giving him a kiss on the cheek as he looks at you with a tired face. 

“I know you’re lying about never asking for anything else but fine. You owe me big time though.” 

“I’ll do your speech paper.”

“That works.” 

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Days passed since your storybook meeting with Derek, and he had been the only thing on your mind since. You were sitting on a blanket in the courtyard under a rotund old tree, working on something or another, repeatedly getting distracted by thinking about Derek’s eyes and how they matched the clear sky above. Perhaps it wasn’t storybook, it was just normal, but all you knew is you wanted to make him yours. And Randy, who still hadn’t talked to Derek, was not helping with that plan. 

“Although that might not be an issue.” You concluded in your head as you watched Derek jog up to you, a smile on his face. 

“Hey, mind if I join you?” He slowed down to the edge of your blanket, sitting down enthusiastically when you shook your head ‘no’, “What are you working on?”

You glance down at your textbook and slam it shut, cringing at how loud the noise was, “I was actually just about to take a break, so your timing was perfect. Just some dumb..,” You peek down at the book quickly, “Trig anyways.”

He chortled at that. He had a nice laugh.

“Trust me, I get that. Just between you and me, some of the classes I have to take are…let’s just move on.”

You smile, he smiles back. This is going very nicely, if you do say so yourself, even if you can’t think of something possibly to talk about. 

“Sooo, I was actually wondering if I could get to know you a bit better? Completely fine if you don’t want to talk, of course. No pressure! You just seem like a really cool person,” He seems to get lost in thought for a moment, humming to himself, “Wow, I’m really bad at starting conversations-”

“Aw, don’t worry. I’m not the best-”

“With such pretty people like you.”

Your jaw snapped shut, and the warmness comes upon your face just like the first time you spoke with him. What a little minx.

“Sorry, was that too much?” He looks concerned and before you know it, words are spilling out of your mouth.

“No, no! Just caught me off-guard, that’s all. You’re, uh, really pretty yourself.”

Smooth. 

But as you witness a blush appear across his own face, you really start to believe your own words. 

“You’re in film class with Randy, right? What kind of movies do you like?”

You went back and forth with him for hours, although it barely felt that long. The once powerful sun had relaxed into a beautiful hued layout of reds and yellows. Your work sat unfinished, cramped into your still closed textbook, but you couldn’t be bothered as you sadly watched Derek prepare to leave. 

“I had a really nice time talking to you.” You said softly. 

“Ditto. I actually have one more thing to ask you,” He replies, settling onto one knee and taking your hand, “I was wondering…I was wondering if you would like to go on a date? Sometime. Anytime. Whenever you’re free.”

You fight against the tightness in your throat to answer, “Yes, absolutely! I would love that. I’ll have to see when I’m available, though.”

Derek grins, and it’s somehow brighter than the sun that was oh-so debilitating earlier. Though this brings you not annoyance, but love and comfort. 

“Cool, cool! I’ll call you with details and stuff later, I look forward to it.” He bows theatrically as you laugh. He straightens out and gives you one last nod as he starts off towards his dorm, silhouette outlined by the painted sky. 

Once he’s far enough away, your trembling hands scramble to pull your phone out of your bag. Randy better be free for the next hour or so, because he’s about to get an earful. 

[strangelysamantha]

cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

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part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

[authortobenamedlater]

Can we talk about those “hormone pellets”?

I have so many questions.

How do they work? What hormones are they suppressing? Why are they in the spine and not the brain? Obviously the answer to this last one is plot convenience because John couldn’t exactly go digging around in his skull trying to get the pellet out. Of course, it’s hardly safe to dig around in your spine either, but moving on.

Would the emotions return as quickly as we see on the show? I’ve seen people say no, but I say it’s possible. I’ve had two babies. The hormone drop is IMMEDIATE. I could feel it within hours both times. And it’s a dang roller coaster, I tell you what. I guess it depends on what hormones they used and how much?

Sorry if I’m being weird. But once you have a baby you think about hormones A LOT.

Does the pellet truly “mute everything” as Soren says? Or just select “adverse” responses? John obviously felt enough to know he didn’t like Cortana at first. And he felt enough to not drop Soren in the flashback scene, and enough to keep the secret.

And, you wouldn’t actually want to silence all emotional response. Anxiety tells your body to get ready because something is about to happen. Without it, you won’t get off the dime. The adrenaline rush increases focus, just ask anyone who’s done competitive athletics or been on stage. You can’t make decisions without emotion—trouble making decisions is very common in people with depression.

Speaking of depression, is that what the Spartans feel? Like “I should be upset about Nora-098 but I’m just not”? Or “That was funny and I should find it funny but I don’t”? Just going on my own experience, when my depression has gotten really bad I don’t feel much of anything and that’s how I’ll start thinking. Like I watched the Patriots win the Super Bowl and honest to God did not care. But I knew I SHOULD care.

All this said, it makes perfect sense that Halsey would want to blunt her Spartans’ emotions because if they don’t feel anything, or at least don’t feel much, they’ll be compliant and controllable.

Finally, I want to see some fun side effects of Spartans rediscovering their emotions. Like I want John to realize for the first time that the mess hall food is terrible. Kai and Riz experimenting with makeup like a couple of 12-year-olds. Vannak gets a paper cut or something small and it HURTS, because physical and emotional pain are processed the same way. Or maybe they all take out their pellets and are like, “Wowwwww turns out we’re all annoying and we hate each other.” I want one of them to start randomly laughing over a joke they heard years ago or start crying over their “eliminated” pets. OK the last one isn’t funny. Maybe they don’t even know what they feel? Like Anna’s “I don’t know if I’m elated or gassy” line in Frozen? I just want to see some of the lighter mishaps that would come with a sudden onslaught of feelings you don’t know how to handle.

[bts-reveries]

expect the unexpected | 22

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-

Jin had just gotten to Hoseok’s house. With Haneul of course. 

He wouldn’t let Jin out of the house unless he came with.

The other two stayed at home. You still haven’t left your room. Well you have, but only when you had to. It was Sunday, so no school for the kids. You only got out for breakfast, Jin took care of their lunch. He was off today as well. It would’ve been a perfect day to spend time with your family but with what happened last night, it just wasn’t the right time. 

“Aww you brought Haneul!” Sarang says, greeting the two when they walk in. She reaches out, asking to carry him. Of course Jin passes him to her. 

“Where’s Hobi?” Jin asks, looking at the empty living room. 

“In Hope’s room,” she says, already walking away with Haneul. “He’s helping her with homework but I’ll switch with him so you two can have your talk. It seems… important.”

Jin smiles at her. “Thank you, it kinda is.”

“I hear you need some advice this time,” she says from the hallway. “So it must be.”

“Honey, Jin is here,” Jin hears her say. “I’ll help Hope with her homework. Go ahead and go.” The next thing he knows, Hoseok comes out of the hallway.

“Hyung!” Hoseok says with a big smile, walking towards Jin. “Sorry my wife took your baby,” he laughs. Jin waves his hand.

“She can keep him,” he jokes. “Are the other guys coming?”

“Yeah, Taehyung’s closing up, he said he’s on his way. Jungkook is picking up Namjoon and Moonji. Yoongi and Jimin will be here soon though. Do you want anything to drink before they get here?”

-

“So~” Taehyung says, sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch. “Why have we all gathered here tonight. What’s going on with you and your wife..” He suddenly takes out a small notepad out of his pocket. “Does anyone have a pen?”

“What are you? His therapist?” Yoongi asks, but looking around for a pen anyways. 

“I feel like we all are each other’s therapists at this point,” Jimin says. “We somehow always have problems we can’t handle ourselves.” 

“I’m excited for this one, I have never had the chance to give Jin hyung advice,” Jungkook says, looking at everyone with wide eyes. “This is like the first time, it’s usually the other way around.”

“Everyone has problems--” Namjoon starts, but he’s quickly interrupted by Taehyung. 

“Yeah but he never asks us for help.”

“And he never will if you guys keep talking,” Hoseok says, he gestures to Jin. “Hyung, what’s wrong?”

Jin sighs, sitting up. What better way to address the situation than to just go right ahead and say it.

“Yn’s pregnant.”

“HUH?!” They all yell in unison. Surprised… clearly. 

“Wah,” Taehyung says, covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook says with big eyes. “You’re like… a baby making machine,” he says, smacking Jin’s thigh, even giving it a squeeze. He was sitting right next to him.

Jin clicks his tongue at him, moving the younger one’s hand away from his leg. 

Jimin was just trying to stifle his laugh while the three oldest were in shock. 

Nothing bad, just surprised.

“Wait,” Jimin says with a smile on his face. “Why are you telling us like this? Usually you and Yn do something fun to tell us.”

“That’s the thing,” Jin starts off.

“Wait before you start,” Namjoon says. “Congrats hyung.” He gets up, giving his brother a hug.

“Oh yeah,” the three youngest said, joining in the hug. “Congratulations~ can’t wait for baby #4~” They all sang, making Jin laugh.

“Aigoo, I wish it was this happy when I found out..”

“It wasn’t?” Taehyung asks, beginning to pull away. “Why?” Jin sighs.

“Ah… it was just a long day, a long week. Yn kept that news from me the whole time she was gone. I’m sure she wanted to surprise me with it, in a nice way, but instead I answered the phone and found out from our doctor instead.”

“It’s never fun to hear important news from other people,” Hoseok says.

“Why do you think she kept it from you?” Yoongi asks, now sitting on the other couch. 

“It was my fault,” Jin sighed. “I was ranting to her the other day about how hard it was. You know, with the three kids alone. And I told her how we’re only sticking to three kids, because I can’t handle anymore.” All the boys went “Ah..” in unison. Understanding as to why you felt the need to hold back. 

“Is that the only reason why you want three kids though? Because it’s hard?” Hoseok asks. Jin hesitates to answer.

“Well.. no, it’s just one of the things I guess.. uh.. I never thought that it would be this hard, alone. You know? Yn was gone for a week and I thought I would be able to handle it. But then I had to wake up an hour early just to make breakfast, make the kids’ lunch. Then help them get ready for school, then take them to school, while also getting myself ready for work. Then I take Haneul with me to my office. And he doesn’t even want to be there so I have to deal with his tantrums as I do meetings and paperwork and travel from one building to the next. Then I have to remember to pick up my other kids. Then I take them with me back to work and I have to help them with homework in between working. Then when we get home I have to make dinner and feed them and sometimes I try not to forget to feed myself. Then I have to give them a bath and get them ready for bed. So bedtime stories and everything and not only that, but I have to remember to take care of myself too and then I have more work afterwards because I’m not able to finish during my actual working times because of the kids. And I feel like there’s more, but I’m already tired just thinking about it.” Jin says in almost one breath. He rubs his temples afterwards. “It’s just a lot.”

“Dang,” Jungkook says. He laughs, looking at everyone. “I don’t know about you guys but I think Sian is going to be the only child for me and Rina.” Taehyung nudges his side.

“Hyung,” Jimin says. “If you didn’t want any more kids… then why didn’t you and Yn like… use protection? Or some other type of--”

“We did,” Jin says. “Yn does, I mean. She’s on birth control but on the day of our trip she ran out. We had a long day that day, remember? So she forgot to get more and you know what happened next.”

“Hyung I got Tannie neutered the other day. You should’ve came with,” Taehyung says, doing a scissor motion with his fingers. “Snip snip.” Jin rolls his eyes at him while Jungkook laughs.

“Guys, stop joking around,” Namjoon tells them. The two youngest immediately bit their tongues. “Hyung you and Yn should’ve had a talk about this first, the whole three kids only thing. You know there are other ways other than birth control to prevent pregnancies.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok says. “You or her can get surgery for that.” Jin shakes his head no.

“It’s not that we don’t want kids anymore,” he says.

“You’re confusing me…” Jungkook mumbles, resting his head on the couch as he faced Jin.

Jin sighs, again. He’s sighing a lot tonight. 

“We planned for a big family when we were younger. We always liked the idea of three kids, but we didn’t mind more. Just not like.. Five, I guess.”

“Then four is the perfect number for you!” Jimin says. “I don’t get why you don’t want another one. Is it just because of your stressful week?”

“No it’s not just that--”

“You’re financially stable and everything,” Yoongi says. “You have full family support.” He shrugs. “What could be the problem?”

“It’s not like I don’t want the baby,” Jin says.

“Baby?”

The seven boys turn to the hallway and see Sarang standing there.

“Who’s having a baby?”

“Yn,” Jungkook answers.

“But don’t tell the other girls yet, I don’t think anyone knows.” Jin tells her.

“Well, except for us,” Yoongi tells her.

“She’s pregnant?” Sarang says. “Wow.” By looking at her, you can tell she’s trying her best to be happy for her friend. But the smile on her face didn’t look sincere.

“Yeah, it wasn’t even planned,” Jungkook tells her, covering his mouth. “Surprising right?”

“Definitely,” Sarang says, forcing out a laugh.

“Well, anyways,” Jungkook says. “Got any advice for him?”

“What do you need advice on?” Sarang says, looking at Jin.

He shrugs. “I don’t know, honestly.”

-

“I heard a bit of what you seven were talking about earlier…” Sarang tells Jin. The two of them were now standing in Huimang’s room. Huimang was asleep on the bed, next to her were her two younger cousins, Moonji and Haneul. They were also asleep. 

“I don’t think you understand,” she says, Jin looks over at her. “You think it’s hard for you, doing all of that. But it’s just as hard for Yn. Even harder. And now she’s even carrying your child and you’re not happy about it.” She looks up at him this time. “Being a mother, being pregnant, is hard. I’m not saying being a dad isn’t either but, right now the only thing you can do to help Yn is to be supportive of her. You acting the way you did is already making everything harder than it should be.” She looks away from him, looking down at the three kids sleeping in front of them.

“I think you should be happy,” she says after a while. Jin looks at her. “You don’t know how lucky you are.” Jin can see a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I wish I had that problem,” she whispers. “Then it would mean I’m finally pregnant..”

“You know…” she says, with a small laugh. Jin watches the tears roll down to her chin. “Hobi and I have been trying for so long, but nothing... “ She shrugs. “The doctor says we’re perfectly fine. There’s nothing wrong with either of us, but for some reason we can’t get pregnant.” She looks up at Jin now. “Huimang has been asking us for a sibling actually. I told her we’re working on it and she’s wondering why it’s taking so long. And I don’t know what to tell her.” She looks back down at her daughter peacefully sleeping. “Then, You and Yn have a little fun on your trip and she comes back pregnant and it causes an argument between you two.” She shakes her head at him. “It hurts to watch people you know get something you’ve been wanting and they don’t even want it.”

She sighs, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“I’m sorry Jin, I love you and Yn so much but I can’t help but hate you two right now.”

Jin didn’t know what to say. Instead he puts a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

Sarang shakes her head.

“You should be saying that to Yn, not me.”

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

maybe 3 or 11 + blupjeans for the kissing prompts? :o

11. when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

(Kissing prompts here :D!)

this got,,, A LITTLE out of hand sjflsdfj. here is OVER 2k of blupjeans for ur reading pleasure (probably to be posted on ao3 later)

--

Barry’s got one arm covering Lup as he’s half leaning over her, and the other up in the air to create a shield around them (god, he was so glad that Lucretia had talked him into learning abjuration magic a few cycles ago). It wasn’t the strongest, but it held up as the mineshaft they were in caved in around them. By the time the ground stopped shaking, and the rocks stopped falling, the bubble he had created was completely covered from top to bottom. There wasn’t a shred of light anywhere.

“Fuck,” Lup said, which aptly described how Barry was feeling. “Quick thinking, Bar, good job.” 

She snapped her fingers and a few balls of light lit up the bubble, floating aimlessly around them.

He lowered his wand, focusing on the spell well enough for it to stay steady, and turned his attention to Lup. She wasn’t injured, besides some scrapes on her arms from when Barry had shoved her to the ground. He felt a little bad about that, but the tunnel was small and he didn’t want her to move out of range of the bubble.

Lup fished her Stone of Farspeech out of her robes as Barry gave her a tight smile in response. He sat up against the side of the bubble shield as she called back to the ship. Davenport was sending Taako, Magnus, and Merle to come to get them out (which Barry already knew would be a disaster, even if they worked well together). When she hung up, all that was left to do was... wait. There was a light on the top of her Stone to show it was being tracked, and they couldn’t do anything else to make it go faster.

“Sorry for pushing you,” Barry said. Lup shrugged and sat cross-legged across from him.

“No biggie,” she said. “It was either be pushed to the ground or get killed by a rock, so I don’t think I have the right to be mad about it right now. Or the want to, anyhow.”

Waiting was slow going. Barry knew Lup wasn’t a particularly patient person and could tell when she was starting to get antsy. Neither of them were good at sitting still, but Lup’s foot had been tapping for ten straight minutes before she started searching through her pack for things to do.

“Hey, Bar,” she asked, five minutes into that, “Wanna help?”

“Gods, yes,” Barry said, shuffling his way over to her side. “Give me something to do.”

Lup muttered something under her breath that Barry didn’t catch, and probably didn’t want to. She turned the whole bag over and pushed half of it towards him.

“Do... something with that,” she said and started working on her half.

Barry started to organize it because that was probably what Lup had meant. He sorted it by use first- things someone would need if they were going to a mission (waterskin, loose charcoal, which Barry didn’t want to begin questioning), makeup stuff (chapstick, face wipes, three different colors of nail polish, and one eyelash curler), and misc. (four individual playing cards, a note in Taako’s handwriting that just said “fuck you”, a photo of a baby elephant). Then he sorted by size.

When he looked back over to Lup, she had made a wobbly tower out of her half. Barry was startled into a laugh, which caused it all to fall over.

“Barold Bluejeans,” she said, turning on him. “You fucking monster.”

“S- sorry!” Barry gasped, leaning back against the bubble, not sounding sorry at all. “I thought- I thought we were both sorting!”

“I said “do something” not sort!” Lup said. “I cannot believe- oh, fuck, is that my charcoal, I was looking for that.”

Which just made Barry laugh harder. She scowled at him, in good nature, and snatched the charcoal from his piles. She eyed him as she started building her tower again, pausing only when he sniggered to send a light-hearted glare his way.

After a while, he finally got control of his laughter and watched her build a tower. She had two books she was using as the base, followed by a thinning stack of sticky notes, and a half-empty water bottle. After about three minutes, she finished the pile, which had been swaying precariously as she added things, and placed the charcoal on top. She leaned back on her hands and looked at it.

“Hey, Bar,” Lup said, not taking her eyes off the pile.

“Yeah?”

“I’m bored.” She tore her gaze away from it to look at him, lips turned into a cute little frown. “I wanna do somethin’ else.”

“Not a lotta options here, Lup,” Barry said. She frowned, tilting her head at him. His heart stuttered a little. “We can, uh. Talk?”

“About what?” Lup asked. “‘What’s your favorite color?’ I already know yours is denim blue. You’re predictable, babe. I don’t know what to ask that wouldn’t seem like this is a bad first date.”

Barry flushed a little.

“This would be a very bad first date,” Barry said and Lup laughed. She scooted up next to him, careful not to disturb her pile while she moved. After a second, she pressed her arm next to his and leaned onto his shoulder. Barry’s brain short-circuited, almost missing what she said next.

“We’d have to be on at least third date questions,” Lup said thoughtfully. “Like, uhh. What’s your social security number?”

“I don’t remember that!” Barry laughed and Lup buried her head into his shoulder, giggling. “I- I barely even knew it when we were at home, Lup, how do you expect me to remember it after forty-five years.”

“Joking, Barry,” she said, laughing a little still. “I’ll ask a better question, then. Uh. When you were a kid, what did you wanna be when you grew up?”

“Astronaut,” Barry said immediately, which sent Lup into another fit of giggles. She looked up at him, grinning.

"For real?" she asked and when he nodded, she whistled. "Dang, babe, you got your dream."

"I- I guess," Barry said. "It's not like- I mean, I gave up on that dream fairly quick back home. One, because it was pretty unrealistic until the Light came, and two, because it seemed... I don't know, unrealistic. I was a professor, Lup, I didn't- the mission was more of a... midlife crisis decision, if we're being honest."

Lup hummed, dropping her head back down to lean on his shoulder. Barry worried he went too far for a moment.

"I forget that human's live such short lives," Lup said quietly. The mood of the room (bubble) shifted when she said that. It took on a somber tone. "Me and Taako weren't adults until we were a hundred. By that age, you'd be all old and wrinkly."

"Hey," Barry said, nudging her. "I'm old and wrinkly now."

She snorted but shook her head.

"Guess Magnus's "live now, die later" attitude kinda makes sense when you think about it like that," Lup said. "Like, you age so fast. You just kinda have to do what you want when you want so you can actually get it in there, y'know."

"Not really," Barry said. "I mean, there's a lot of time to do things still, but I see where he's coming from. You don't wanna not do something and regret that you never did it."

Lup seemed to think on that for a second. Barry did, too. She was still pressed against his shoulder, close enough that her hair was tickling his neck. He looked away and sighed slightly. If he was being honest, he probably should take his own words to heart. Life, love, never lasts long enough and as soon as you get what you want, it's counting down the seconds until something takes it away. Circumstances, opportunities, death. Something always took it away.

They had an endless amount of time to get it right. But Barry didn't want to be the one to break her heart when they stopped the cycles and he started to age again.

"Barry," Lup said, quiet, but absolutely deafening in the silence of the bubble. "I, uh. I think we need to talk." She sat up, turning herself towards him completely. Barry's heart thundered in his chest.

"I know humans don't live long," she said carefully. "And we don't know when we're gonna get out of these cycles. But I... can't ignore things because of that. I can't just fucking- pretend that I'm not feeling things? Because that's not healthy and also, by the way, it fucking sucks. I'd rather-"

She broke herself off. Barry saw her hands dig into the dirt under them.

"This isn't the best place to say it," she said, looking away. She backed up a bit and knocked her pile over in the process. "Uh, my bad, I just-"

"I don't wanna pretend either," Barry blurted out, before he even thought about what he was saying. "Being trapped in a bubble under a collapsed mineshaft isn't the best place to talk about anything, Lup, but it's you and I don't wanna make you not want to say something. I, uh. I think I get what you're getting at, though."

He steeled himself, taking a deep breath in. Okay, he was doing this. He was doing this. He just had to, uh, collect himself first, and-

"I like you," and Lup beat him to the punch line. Barry blinked at her and she hurried along. "Like, in a romantic way, I mean. Not like- I like the others just fine, but I like you, Bar."

"Oh," Barry said. Lup chuckled nervously, not looking at him.

"Yeah," she said. "Um, like I said, not the best place to talk about it, but-"

"No!" Barry said. "No, Lup, I like you too! Fuck, I- I wasn't expecting you to, uhm- Lup, I like you so much, I didn't wanna make things weird."

"This whole goddamn situation is weird," Lup said, hitting the side of the bubble with her hand.

"No, like, us," Barry said. "Like as a friendship, I didn't wanna make it weird. I'm..." he sighed. "It's complicated for a lot of reasons, Lup, I'm human. I-"

"So it's a no?" Lup said awkwardly.

"No!" Barry said. "No, no, no, it's definitely a yes! I just don't want- I don't wanna fucking... die on you when the cycles stop, Lup. I don't want it to end and I don't want you to have to deal with that."

"That's not up to you," Lup said at once, sounding a tad bit annoyed. "If I wanna date you, that's my choice, and if you die, then it's my emotions I'm going to be dealing with. I don't want you to beef it, obviously, but- it's not up to you to figure out how I'll react then. I wanna do now with you and I wanna do that all the way up until we can't. It's fine if you don't- don't want that, but I-"

She was starting to tear up a bit and he panicked, scooting forward.

"Sorry," he said, because he didn't know what else to say. "I- I wasn't thinking about now, I was focusing on later. I- I don't want to see you upset because of something I've done, if I can help it. I got a little stuck in that.

"I desperately want this to work out," Barry said, holding out his hands. She wiped away a tear and clasped her hands in his. "There's no one I'd rather be with than you, Lup, I promise. But I wanna talk about what all it'll mean, first, if that's alright with you. I wanna make this work."

"Yeah," Lup said thickly. "Of course."

She hesitated for a second, and then wrapped him in a hug. His heart was beating fast as he hugged back, burying his face into her neck. After a moment, she drew back a little, pressing her forehead against his.

"Can I kiss you before we talk, or do you wanna wait 'til after?" she asked. The air momentarily left Barry's lungs. He took a deep, needed, breath in and nodded. When he realized that the nod answered nothing, he said,

"Now's good, if you, uh, if you want."

"Now," Lup said decisively, leaning in.

If you asked Barry, the day could be divided up into two parts: before he kissed Lup, and after. Maybe that was stupid, because they were buried under a pile of dirt and rocks right now, but... Her lips against his were fire and ash and everything wonderful and powerful. The touch was soft, because they were both uncertain, and Barry drew back just far enough to say,

"I'm sorry, are you sure-"

Before she was pressing her lips back up against his, stronger, with more intent. Barry's heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest as she tugged him closer with the arms she had around his neck.

And then he felt like his heart did actually explode when something clanged against the side of the bubble. Barry startled back, hitting the opposite end of the barrier, and looking towards where the sound had come from. Lup scooted back towards him, raising her wand towards it. It hit again and Barry recognized the blade of a shovel, scooping away the dirt.

In a matter of seconds, there was a sizable amount gone and there was Magnus, who grinned upon seeing them. He saw Taako standing against the wall a little further back and Merle on the ground, talking to him.

Lup swore. Barry saw that the tips of her ears were pink when she shoved her want back into her holster.

"We'll get back to this later," she promised. "The kissing and the convo, I promise. Help me put my shit back in my bag."

"Yeah," Barry said, his whole face flushed. "I can do that."

[beesgav]

Finally getting into 09! since the strategy I used last time seemed to work well, I’m gonna be doing it again. Thoughts on my first reading session under the cut!

- whoof... name overload. I recognize some, like Berix, but a lot of these names I have no attachment to. but I also know that’s standard, even though it breaks the somewhat-consistent pattern of introducing characters in groups of six. I’ll get used to it

- The green fellow might be Gresh? He’s the defacto main of 09 until Mata Nui comes along, right? And his friends, maybe Kiina and an ice fellow I don’t remember the name of. I don’t think this comic even gives their names.

- Malum is here too. Is he an antagonist?

- Oh yeah, this is where the purpose behind divvying up the genders the way they did early on really comes to light. It comes off as backwards to have an element purely relegated to one gender, but it at least means that, because of how prevalent water is as an element, there will always be a female character within the main cast. Once you take that qualifier away, though, it’ll wind up sliding back into all-male teams, as you can see with Berix, Tarix, etc. It happened earlier with Vezok, but it’s really overt now.

- I just know I’m going to be mixing up Metus and Malum because of their names. Even worse because I think Metus is, like, an ice guy?

- i know i shouldn’t be but I’m avoiding using the wiki this go-round

- “Well, let’s see,” said Strakk. “You want to send a fully loaded carriage eastward through the Black Spike Mountains, over the Dark Falls and then through Creep Canyon.” what creative names

- I’m also assuming that Glatorian are to Agori as Toa are to Matoran - the same species, but with a different set of skills/abilities. Or is Glatorian more just a job an Agori can take up? Are they the same species at all?

- “The only Glatorian Strakk had ever really gotten along with was Malum, one of the fighters from Vulcanus. Even after he was exiled from his village for trying to kill Strakk in the arena, Strakk still respected him.” Okay I’m starting to like Strakk.

- Gresh is baby

- I’m not even joking they keep calling him “little one”

- I have to wonder, when does this take place in relation the story happening on Aqua Magna? Like, I would assume it’s somewhat concurrent considering what happens later, and I know it doesn’t really matter, but I have to be curious

- I also have to wonder the lifespan of an Agori/Glatorian, since Strakk seems to directly remember the Shattering, but Gresh is too young to

- “Mountain Strikers were birds of prey whose wingspan could be as wide as five feet.“ That’s not... too terribly large. Like, it’s big, but that’s smaller than a Bald Eagle

- it’s kind of, uh... hamfisted that Tarduk is like “Man, if only we could control the elements we’re associated with! That would be really cool”

- Oh dang, the Matoran language! I wonder if it was used by the GBs/Agori prior to the shattering, or if this cave was legitimately used by the Matoran while they still worked on the planet. That’s pretty cool

- “You ran straight into a Scarabax swarm. That was stupid,” Strakk explained. “Then you fell into a Scarabax swarm. That was also stupid. The sand bat was smarter than you.” Strakk is such an asshole I really like him

- Gresh... dives into a river and immediately knocks himself out cold

- Maybe I’m biased but I like Kiina a lot

- It also looks like we’re finally getting our elemental cast together! Gresh, Kiina, Ackar, and Strakk are all names I vaguely recognize as being important. Shame everyone associated with rock/earth is, uh... allied with the Skrall?

- At least Malum knows how he stands with the Vorox, I guess. I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to like or dislike him, considering he’s being put up against both the heroes and villains, but isn’t a totally despicable dude either

- AND NOW THEYRE FIGHTING A ROBOT SCORPION

- Ackar’s fire-head thing looks dumb

- Malum keeps calling people “old man”  - brushing aside the fact that “man” and “woman” are now terms at play here - how young is Malum supposed to read as? He tells Ackar he’s past his prime, but honestly I was envisioning Ackar and Kiina as being, like, a little older than Gresh but a fair amount younger than Strakk, but I guess Ackar is closer to being Strakk’s age?

- also, for some reason, even though I’ve never seen anything other than promotional stuff for HF, I keep mixing Malum with William Furno in my head

- it’s probably because he has, like, a mouth. with teeth. That’s just weird to me

- oh god TLR is going to be so weird

???????

why does he have a cordak blaster

- this comic also talks about him killing the strongest male, which implies there are also female vorax, and probably baby vorax. I know we’re on a different planet now but it’s still weird to think about Bionicle Babies

BERIX’S FACE

- “As a vehicle pilot in the arena, he was just one more Agori fighter in a world dominated by Glatorian.” Okay, so this implies that they are considered separate

- “This is bad. This is very, very bad,” said Raanu. He looked up at Gelu and waved the map. “Do you know what this is?” “Bad?” offered Gelu. Maaaan why am I loving the ice Glatorian the most haha

- “ Now and then, Malum would start ranting about his treatment by the villagers of Vulcanus. Gelu would give Ackar a look that said, “Are we sure about this guy?” but he already knew the answer was “No.” I like all these assholes

- Thornax are just spiky bula berries. Or i guess it’s the other way around?

- The relationships between the villages are interesting- Even though they’d do much better to be united and oppose the Skrall and Bone Hunters together, the villagers are fractured by war and have this delicate and potentially costly system set up. Tuma uses that to his advantage. weakening Tajun in particular because he knows that the other villagers will take advantage of their weakened state, and won’t help them in danger.

- Oop, here’s the traitor mentioned for the first time. In my wiki-browsing, I’m aware it’s someone, but I don’t quite remember who. I have suspicions, but I’m not gonna look it up

- “ Strakk sat down, propping his feet up on the table. Kiina knocked them off with a swipe of her armored hand. “ That’s rude, Strakk

- “Why doesn’t that fill me with confidence?” Strakk muttered. “You just better hope the Bone Hunters don’t fill you with Thornax,” Kiina said, smiling. “And ruin my good looks?” Strakk replied. “They wouldn’t dare.” HNG I LIKE THEM A LOT

- This year is also a lot more explicit in terms of characters dying. Like, sure, there likely were fatalities amid the Bohrok crises and the Rahkshi attacks, but the story never focused on how many Matoran actually died. The only place its gotten to a similar level was in 06, where there were a lot of deaths among the Zamor-controlled Matoran of Voya Nui. This time, however, it’s actually, like, really clear about how often and how many Agori and Glatorian are dying

- Ackar is, like, the perfect candidate for retirony considering he’s getting old and the only other Glatorian of Vulcanus is an insane wastelander, but considering rising star boy Gresh isn’t even of his tribe I have a feeling he’s gonna be sticking around for a while

- awwww I like the idea of the Glatorian gradually becoming more heroic and altruistic, even if it’s edging more towards idealism than cynicism. That kinda stuff feels very Bionicle to me, where times are incredibly tough, but in the end the heroes manage to scrape by and create the groundwork for a better future.

OH FUCK

so I, uh... think I may need to cut it here. This has to be where the movie starts, yeah? The site that I’m using to read these volumes changed, so now I can’t tell how far I actually am into the story since I’m reading off of a webpage and not a PDF now.

My plan is to watch the movie and then pick up here when I’m done, since I’m honestly so excited to watch it. I grew up with STNG and I just found out Jeff Bennett is also in it and I’m PUMPED.