#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)

[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.

[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.

[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.

[bandluvr97]

mbb 🎅

I wrote something and Tumblr said nope, hopefully this works better.

I work F&B for the venue, so I help out at private events, which can get wild. Like $150,000USD for the night wild. It's an iconic venue, so people tend to only book it for extravagant parties, and thankfully now when Chef gets a $20,000USD order for a weekend the manager goes and screams in the VIP lounge rather than my little cave of an office space. I don’t get to see the parties (my boss thinks I’m an HR nightmare, cause tbh I was at the last company we worked at together) but I get the Stress of the invoices… What do you do for work? You said an office job, anything else you could share?

Ah, I can’t watch those kinds of movies, I get too much second-hand embarrassment lmao but I’m glad you’re there to keep up with the cringe.

I’m obsessed with how other idols have to deny dating rumors, while Changkyun’s there like “I fuck, please believe me!” and we’re like yep okay and the Easter Bunny is real, too. I don’t know how their stylists keep hitting, but they do, and they always look so amazing. I love their classy but scantily clad looks, even if Shownu isn’t there to switch from extremely sexy to Dad At Disneyworld as soon as he changes.

He will, but at what cost? He has to be a stocks bro now, which is an extremely unsexey thing to be. He’s so lucky he can sing smh (I’m joking). The vibration dance to start the song was so inspired, especially with the half open jumpsuit. I just think Shownu should be Snake Plisskin in the inevitable remake, in that jumpsuit, obviously. I don’t care if he doesn’t have acting experience, he could do it.

I love how sweet Wonho is, and so therefore how sweet his fans are. Even if he is absolutely shredded and so powerful on stage. I hate drug scandals, like, let them unwind in their downtime, and I’m glad that most people agreed and supported him and wanted him back. I can’t believe he’s enlisted now, how are we meant to go on without him?

And don’t think I didn’t see the line about some online dating, I’m trying not to snoop but also I’m snooping. Hopefully that’s going okay for you, please give us the rundown.

Hey love ❤️ how are you doing today? It’s all good Tumblr can have good days and bad days when it comes to messaging or posts so no worries there 😂

Oooo so your a food and drink distributor? That’s so cool!! I take it the venue is well known?what is the name of the club? Dang love! You’re making the big bucks!! Now that is impressive ❤️❤️ what kind of food do you serve? Lol as for me I work in an office as a social worker for low income families and community members so I work with people who are refugees/immigrants, indigenous communities, people who need money until they find work and things like that lol there is a lot of good clients but there can be the occasional one or two that like to give people a difficult time for no reason 😂😂 if you want to hear more stories or more about it im more than happy to answer 😊 im an open book lol

Yeah those movies are good for either background (which is what we mainly do in my family) but with the hallmark we mainly just judge them for how much they mention Christmas and make it more cheesy than they need to make it lol

Lmao!!! Right?!?!?! Idk how they keep coming up with so many amazing outfits like come on guys can you give us a second to catch our breath first? 😍😍😍😍and for changkyun we already know he a thotty thot some days and a comfy baby boy the next lol I honestly will not be surprised if shownu goes full daddy mode when he comes out and I am here for it lol I’ve always wanted to see it and I hope we see it lol wbu? What do you think shownu will look like after he’s out?

Lmao!! It just shows that he’s successful and knows how to make some extra coin 😂😂 all jokes aside if that’s what he wants to do with his money then that’s good for him ❤️❤️idk if I know what the snake plisskin is but if it’s leather then he can pull anything off lol

Right??? Wonho is such a sweetie 😍😍 I remember seeing some fan cams of his meet and greets with wenees and the handholds and the caresses though we’re sending me though the feels I swear to goodness lol and yeah that drug scandal was a negative time but we got him in the end still doing what he loves and that’s all we can ever want for our bunnie ❤️❤️ and honestly? Idk but it will be similar to shownus enlistment then we can do the countdown of days until he’s out lol

Darn it I thought you didn’t see that 😂😂😂 what would you like to know love? Let’s just say this the people I talked to wanted to meet up right away and make things go too fast for me and didn’t want to do the whole “friends to lovers” sort of thing so I will just be chilling and reading some fan fiction until the right person shows up lol it just wasn’t going anywhere and we shall see what is out there lol wbu? How is your dating life going?

Also sorry for the late reply too I thought I pressed send too lol

[burningtacozombie]

“Hey yo! Loud assed, Harley riding fuckboy!”

[...]

He began to chuckle quietly, sighing hard. “Tyrone, you stay awake jerking off to Porn Hub and playing video games until 6am. Ain’t nobody disturbing your sleep.”

LMFAO I SHRIEKED!!! I love him and his smartass clapbacks, did I say that recently? yes? let me repeat it then. I love him. 

“Blow me!”

“Not without dinner and a movie,” he muttered.

MY MAN IS ON FIRE this early in the morning :D :D

He crinkled his nose, shrugging his kutte off. “Yeah, I do. Had a girl in there last night. I’m not letting a guest sleep in my funky sex sheets. I might not be domesticated much, but I got basic manners.” 

it was me, sorry Emma. let him change the sheets, trust me. xD

God, those were some tolerant guys, not complaining once about how bad she’d stunk while having to share confined space with her in the van.

somehow I’m pretty sure not all of them smell good at all times either. I always figured personal hygiene, and housekeeping for that matter, isn’t exactly high on their priority lists, lol.

[...] the water sadly couldn’t do anything for the way she felt upon the inside. Choking a sob, she attempted to hold it in, her chest quivering as she began to cry. All the anxiety, the fear, the trauma of her ordeal, the years of fight, flight or freeze, it began to pour out of her in waves [...]

this hits close to home and I feel so bad for her. shit, hopefully she’ll never have to go through anything like that ever again.

Although she still sat curled into herself, there was one notable change, his smile beginning to dimple his cheeks. It made him look even more attractive [...]

yes it does. even in the deepest hell of trauma it’s impossible not to notice that this man has an incredible smile. 

[...] her attention suddenly caught by the sight from the kitchen window, of which she could just about see from her spot on the couch through the living room door. She glimpsed at a rope swinging, feeling settled to know he was still close by, wondering if she should go out to him.

dang girl, you missed Le View. you shoulda gone out to him, watch him work out. now that must be a sight to see.

“Toast? That’s about all I got in, and even if I did have better stuff, I wouldn’t trust my cooking. I burn water. I’d probably give you food poisoning just from trying to make pasta.”

She snorted softly, stifling another yawn. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It is with me. Trust my level of disaster in the kitchen, because it’s off the damned scale!”

LMAO and we would still eat it and say thank you, sir. :D <3

He would have added that having a girl so damned pretty in his home was never unwelcome, but he knew she really didn’t need his unsubtle flirting at that moment. This was not an occasion where he’d let his mouth run away with itself.

aww, very thoughtful of you, babe. let her calm down a bit before flooding her with flirty jokes. she’ll appreciate them when she’s ready. :) 

While sitting there quietly chastising the choices various serial killers had made in body and evidence disposal, such mistakes inevitably leading to them getting caught (‘should have buried the body deeper!’ ‘Use bleach to clean blood stains!’ ‘Fucking dumbass was asking to get caught!’) [...]

OF COURSE you would have an opinion on that. fucking amateurs. shit like that would never happen to you, you’re better than that. :D

“Just don’t freak the poor chick out by trying to get on top of her.” He muttered to himself, laughing at his own idiocy for even letting it cross his mind.

THE WHEEZE I WHOZE! I love you. 

The voice was so booming and loud in her brain, it catapulted her from slumber, sitting up with a start, gasping. She then jumped again at the small woof from beside her, turning to see Axl lying on the floor next to the couch, the dog on high alert.

oh baby girl, this won’t be the last nightmare you’re going to have... :/ 

Lost & Found - Chapter Four.

Thanks so much for your continued engagement, my lovely, lovely people of the tumblr! :)

Previous chapters - One  Two Three

Words - 3,114

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters.

They peeled off in a different direction from the four bikes that had led the way through the scrapyard again, the journey through the desolate streets taking only ten minutes. The sun was just beginning to rise when they entered a long road lined with modest bungalow properties, broken down cars and debris littering the driveways of many. The small driveway they pulled into was free of such, but the lawn hugely overgrown, a large tree providing a shaded canopy over the front of the house. 

He noticed her taking in the unkempt grass, feeling a smidgen of shame at the state of it. “Um, don’t judge me too much on my lack of yard work,” he began, tucking his chin a little as he cleared his throat. “Don’t get much time for it.” She was just about to tell him that it was fine, when an opening window and a shout through it from the adjoining property halted her reply. 

“Hey yo! Loud assed, Harley riding fuckboy!” 

Guero rolled his eyes. “’Sup, Tyrone?” 

The thin curtains were haphazardly swatted away, a large man sticking his head up into view from the front room. “Yo’ bitch ass disturbing my sleep is what’s up, homie!”  

He began to chuckle quietly, sighing hard. “Tyrone, you stay awake jerking off to Porn Hub and playing video games until 6am. Ain’t nobody disturbing your sleep.” 

He lifted his chin in defiance, resting the curtains behind his large, bald head. “I couldda bin’ sleeping.” He paused, eyes flitting to Emma. “Morning, boo. What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ with him?”  

She folded her arms, dropping her head as she shuffled her foot over a loose stone on the driveway, Guero fishing for his house keys. “None of your business, bro. Get back to C.O.D.”  

“Blow me!” 

“Not without dinner and a movie,” he muttered.  

“You get pizza and a Prime rental, bougie assed motherfucker!” 

He snorted laughing, opening up his front door, suddenly pausing. “Um, you alright with big dogs? ‘Cuz I got a pitbull in there. He’s friendly as hell, but huge.”  

Emma could hear the clattering of claws and whimpering become audible, a long, high-pitched whine following. “Yeah, all good.” Opening the door, he received the gigantic, brown and white dog leaping into his arms, his tail wagging in frenzy, Guero lifting his chin and scrunching his face as he had doggie kisses rained upon him.  

“How’s my boy, huh? How you doing?” he spoke warmly, eventually putting him down, the dog wiggling his way to Emma, giving her a good sniff. Her hands reached for his huge head, stroking the soft crinkles, his green eyes looking up at her with all the purity dogs reserved for humans who gave them the simple joy of scratches. “His name’s Axl, by the way. Used to belong to my dad.” 

“Used to?” she inquired.  

His eyes saddened, his smile thinning as placing his keys down on the coffee table. “Yeah, he died about a year and a half ago, so I inherited him.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she offered, Guero drawing his shoulders up slightly. 

“Thanks.” He paused, gesturing around. “Sorry it ain’t much. Let me go change my bed linen for you, I’ll take the couch. I’m guessing you might wanna shower, right? Bathroom is through there, there’s a clean towel in the cupboard.” 

She set her backpack down, immediately feel uneasy with him going to the effort, just for her. “You don’t have to go to any trouble.” 

He crinkled his nose, shrugging his kutte off. “Yeah, I do. Had a girl in there last night. I’m not letting a guest sleep in my funky sex sheets. I might not be domesticated much, but I got basic manners.”  

A little tide of panic rose in her. “Oh, I, I didn’t realise you h-had a girlfriend. I can go somewhere, go stay someplace else if it-it's going to upset her?”  

He smiled, shaking his head. “I said a girl, not girlfriend. Haven’t got one of those.”  

That information relieved her, sent a tiny spark flaring in her belly, looking at her feet as they shared a few moments of awkward silence, Guero clearing his throat. “Alright, I’ll go sort that linen.” 

“Okay. I’ll um, be in the bathroom. Oh, I h-hate to ask but c-can I borrow some clothes?” 

“Sure,” he nodded, “I’ll go find some sweats and a t shirt.” He turned, walking around the couch to the door directly behind, opening his bedroom and quickly grabbing the clean grey sweats and a white t shirt. They’d both bury her, but it was the best he could do. He was just thankful he actually had clean clothes for once, although a big enough pile that needed washing had mounted up in the corner of the room.  

He’d meant what he’d said about not being domesticated, even though his rental home did come with a washer dryer within the tiny utility room off the kitchen. His clothes only ever found their way into there when he’d all but run out of clean items. 

He passed them to her through the bathroom door, leaving her in peace, Emma taking a look around. It was decorated nicely, white tiles halfway up the walls and dark ecru painted up to the ceiling, which was also white. It really needed a good clean, though, but she wasn’t about to judge Guero for his lack of housekeeping, simply glad she had a home to be in.  

Drawing the curtain around the bathtub, she switched the shower on, the jet spluttering into life, Emma beginning to strip her dirty, foul-smelling clothes off. God, those were some tolerant guys, not complaining once about how bad she’d stunk while having to share confined space with her in the van. 

Turning to view herself in the mirror, she let out a soft gasp. Was that really her? Turning sideways on, she examined her reflection closer, her appearance a shock. She’d always been slight, but the sight of her ribs jutting out beneath her skin made her feel a little queasy. She estimated a loss of around fifteen pounds, maybe more on her two-protein-bar-a-day diet. 

With her emotions a little stirred, she stepped into the bathtub, the feel of hot water hitting her skin the most sublime sensation after almost a month of being unable to wash. Oh, it was bliss. After shampooing her hair three times, she carefully finger combed all of the knots out, taking the bottle of shower gel and lathering herself down, enjoying the familiar smell. Safe person scent. 

Standing there beneath the water, she felt further cleansed as the minutes ticked by, clean skin and hair restored, but the water sadly couldn’t do anything for the way she felt upon the inside. Choking a sob, she attempted to hold it in, her chest quivering as she began to cry. All the anxiety, the fear, the trauma of her ordeal, the years of fight, flight or freeze, it began to pour out of her in waves now that she was almost two and a half thousand miles away from it.  

Her body was wracked with the force of her sobs, falling to her knees, hugging her arms around her head, the water pelting against her protruding spine as she gasped and choked on her relief. Her past wouldn’t leave her quite as easily as her tears, it would cling to her bones like a residual resin, but for that moment the emotional release was sufficient.  

Pushing up to her feet, she turned the lever to cold, the sudden shock acting as a calming agent upon her, standing for as long as she could manage, turning the faucet off and wringing her hair out. After drying off and rubbing her hair to damp, she hung the towel on the rail before rinsing out her mouth with a cup of mouthwash, exiting the bathroom to find Guero on the couch, Axl snoring on the armchair in the corner.  

He noted that looked a little less haunted as she sat down, curling her knees up to her chest. “Better?”  

“Much, thank you,” she replied, reaching into her backpack for the bottle of cherry Coke. “How long have you lived here for, then?” Her question was coupled with a small nod towards a pile of boxes across the living room, figuring him to have fairly recently moved in. “I take it from the boxes, not too long?” 

He took a moment, the difference in her palpable. Although she still sat curled into herself, there was one notable change, his smile beginning to dimple his cheeks. It made him look even more attractive, but also caused Emma to feel a little self-conscious suddenly. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he sniffed casually, “nothing bad. It’s just that you’ve stopped stammering when you talk. It’s good to see you chill. And I moved in here eleven months ago, back when I transferred from Tuscon.”  

“So that’s where you’re originally from?” 

More words, still no stammers. It was a stark contrast to the quiet girl who had been so frightened still back at the clubhouse, still so blanketed in her trauma. He wagered that if it wasn’t just he and his dog she was in the company of, though, she likely still would be. “Nope, just outside of it. I grew up in a small town called Marana.”  

He only got a few minutes into telling her about his hometown when he looked up and realised she’d fallen asleep. To be expected, after the time she’d had of late. He debated moving her to the bedroom, but didn’t want to potentially scare her, so instead went into his bedroom and took a spare blanket, covering her with it. His couch was comfy as hell, she’d be fine. After a quick shower, he happily flopped down into a fresh bed, not waking until 11am the following morning. 

Checking on his guest, he found her still sleeping, Axl heaving his bulk from the armchair and following him into the kitchen, waiting on his breakfast. A package of raw food was taken from the fridge and emptied into his bowl, a raw egg cracked atop it.  

His dad had insisted on only the best for his beloved canine friend, something Guero followed to the letter after collecting the dog from the clutches of his bitch of a stepmother, who was all for sending him to the pound. He and Ramona did not have the best of relationships; in fact, it would be fair to say he couldn’t stand the woman. Ibarra had deserved way better, if you’d asked him. About the only things she had going for her was a pretty face and nice tits.  

He made himself some toast and coffee, eating in the kitchen while browsing his phone, checking on Emma every so often. He felt in somewhat of a quandary about leaving, not wanting to wake her since she was so exhausted, but uneasy about leaving her alone. Club duties were always null and void the day following a San Diego run, just a couple of guys in on rotation to oversee the legitimate side of life at the yard. Today was not his day in, but he had planned on hitting the gym at some point. Or he could just work out from home. He had a jump rope and kettle bells for a reason.  

While he heaved the large weights outside so he could partake of his fitness under the bright sun, Emma stirred, coming into consciousness slowly, her eyes suddenly widening. Where was she? Tension roared up her spine as she sat up with a start, her eyes wide, still feeling half asleep. Each vertebra then began to slacken as the previous early morning came back to her, breathing a sigh of relief.  

It felt strange not to wake up in total darkness, the three weeks within the container not just damaging to her psyche, but also hampering her circadian rhythms. It was light outside, but she felt as if she should still be sleeping, her tired body heavy, the weight of everything that had led to her ending up on that couch pulling upon her bones. 

She felt out of tempo, there in a brand-new place, free of her normal routines, her daily grind that had not faltered in so many years. What could she do now? Should she thank Guero for his hospitality and move on, should she stay longer? What did he expect, going forward? Speaking of her host, where was he?  

Sitting up a little more, she looked around, her attention suddenly caught by the sight from the kitchen window, of which she could just about see from her spot on the couch through the living room door. She glimpsed at a rope swinging, feeling settled to know he was still close by, wondering if she should go out to him. If she did, would he likely tell her to leave? What if he did, where would she go?  

She’d planned on a cheap motel someplace before figuring out what the hell to do next, sitting there on the couch not knowing truly how to take the first step into this new existence she’d finally managed to secure. With her head buzzing in anxiousness, she settled back down, hugging the blanket around herself. It smelled like him.  

Falling asleep, the next time she woke up it was dark, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Guero over in the armchair, watching the TV on mute, subtitles flickering across the bottom of the screen.  

“Hey sleepy, ’sup?” His smile was warm, comforting. “Didn’t wanna wake you up, you’ve been out all day.” 

“What time is it?” she muffled, yawning against her arm. 

“Just gone eleven.” 

Her eyes widened at that revelation. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve probably been in your way all day. Unless you went out? I woke up earlier and you were in the backyard, though. I haven’t ruined any plans you had, have I?”  

Laughing softly, he shook his head at her flustered words. “Nah, day off. You haven’t gotten in my way either. How’d you feel?” 

“Better,” she admitted, stretching her arms above her head. “But like I really, really need to brush my teeth.” 

He nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “There’s a spare toothbrush in a packet under the sink. Help yourself. You hungry?”  

“Thanks, and yeah, a little bit.”  

“Toast? That’s about all I got in, and even if I did have better stuff, I wouldn’t trust my cooking. I burn water. I’d probably give you food poisoning just from trying to make pasta.” 

She snorted softly, stifling another yawn. “I don’t think that’s possible.” 

“It is with me. Trust my level of disaster in the kitchen, because it’s off the damned scale!”  Getting up, he headed for the kitchen, Emma going to make use of the bathroom, taking a shower while she was there, too.  

“Clean clothes, and toast is done.” He called through the small gap in the door he’d stuck his arm through, putting down another pair of sweats and a vest for her. She called her thanks, getting out and dressing, placing the clothes she’d had on in the very overstuffed laundry hamper in the corner. 

“So, when do you want me out of here?” she asked tentatively as she sat down, picking up the plate of perfectly golden toast. He was perhaps less of a disaster than he made out, she thought, biting into the first slice.  

“There’s no expiration date on it. Until you find your feet, I don’t mind. Kinda like having company, and I think my dog likes you, too. Not just ‘cuz you have toast either.” Nodding down at Axl, Emma followed his line of vision, the dog looking hopeful for a small mouthful of what she was eating.  

He would have added that having a girl so damned pretty in his home was never unwelcome, but he knew she really didn’t need his unsubtle flirting at that moment. This was not an occasion where he’d let his mouth run away with itself. She seemed to settle to the idea that her time there wasn’t limited, both making small talk as she ate, Guero excusing himself to let Axl out when he began to whine.  

When he arrived back, he found her asleep again. It didn’t surprise him. God knows how much proper rest a person got in a shipping container. He pulled the blanket up over her, this thumb skimming her slender shoulder softly, going back to watching TV with the subtitles on.  

While sitting there quietly chastising the choices various serial killers had made in body and evidence disposal, such mistakes inevitably leading to them getting caught (‘should have buried the body deeper!’ ‘Use bleach to clean blood stains!’ ‘Fucking dumbass was asking to get caught!’) he continued to look over at his sleeping guest every so often.  

She was a complete enigma to him, but he felt so compelled to try and help her. Maybe he was a sucker for the whole damsel in distress thing, maybe it was because he felt a swell of pride at being the person who she seemed to be most comfortable with, perhaps a little of both.  

“Just don’t freak the poor chick out by trying to get on top of her.” He muttered to himself, laughing at his own idiocy for even letting it cross his mind. As if she needed that right now. A further half hour and he decided to call it a night, stripping off and crawling into bed. While he slept soundly, the same couldn’t be said for Emma.  

A hand grasped her throat, her windpipe bending with the indentation from a large thumb, a fist meeting her skull.  

“This is not good enough, you hear me? I said do you fucking hear me?”  

The voice was so booming and loud in her brain, it catapulted her from slumber, sitting up with a start, gasping. She then jumped again at the small woof from beside her, turning to see Axl lying on the floor next to the couch, the dog on high alert.  

“Sorry for waking you, handsome boy,” she cooed, her hand finding his head. He rose to his feet, jumping up on the couch to curl against her, licking her cheek before he got comfortable. “Aww, look at you. My protector.” Feeling herself calm, she wrapped an arm around her furry new friend, her hand idly stroking at a swirl on his chest before it stilled, sleep pulling her in once more. 

Thankfully, it was dreamless.  

[theminecraftbee]

The worst moments, Scar thinks, are the ones where they’re all quiet, because then he can’t stop thinking.

Oh, he knows full well that that’s why everyone’s quiet right now. They’re quiet because they’re thinking too, because there’s not much else to do, not while Pearl is likely to bite off their heads for talking. Which, you know, can’t even really blame her. When they talk, it is normally rather inevitably irritating. Isn’t there a meme like that? Something like... guys... irritating? And a hand motion? Yeah, that’s definitely it, Scar thinks. Maybe he should do that. Do a silly hand motion and say “so guys irritating”. That’s definitely how the meme goes and definitely won’t get him hit again.

Okay, but the point is - everyone’s quiet, and thinking, and that’s when Scar starts to feel hollow, when Scar remembers the dirty fact that he’d only ever planned for them to be here like, two weeks max, and had designed the suits for three, that he doesn’t know how long has passed, that he knows full well that at this point they aren’t going to just land in a new universe, that he did his research for all he acts like the idiot, and that the world is big, and that he doesn’t feel separate from it, and he doesn’t feel like a person, and it’s his fault in the first place but that doesn’t change that he feels like, it’s empty and quiet and horrible and vast and he is empty and quiet and horrible and vast and -

He wants the others to start talking again. He should talk again, but he doesn’t know what to say. He’s not sure why everyone’s so upset about Pancake. He knows exactly why. He wants Jellie to be okay. He thinks Jellie has to be okay; he’d done his research, for all he’d acted the idiot about it, because that’s what was expected.

The void doesn’t make noise, so everyone thinking is horribly silent. In the distance, he thinks he can hear Pancake screech, near the horrors that have started to look fam...

Have...

“Hey guys, maybe it’s not all that bad,” comes out of his mouth. “I mean, just look around us! Don’t those guys look familiar now? And, as we all know, we aren’t familiar with things that would kill us.”

There’s more silence. Talk, dang it, talk! He’d made a joke! At least be mad at him for it being in poor taste!

“Scar,” Grian says, and. Thank goodness. Someone’s talking “Why are they familiar?”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Mumbo says.

“We talked about it earlier but we didn’t... we didn’t answer,” Grian says. “Why are they familiar? I need to think about it, I need... is that why Pancake went over there?”

“You think that Pancake mistook the cows for something safe?” Pearl says.

“Maybe,” Grian says.

“They don’t feel safe though,” Impulse says. “They just feel familiar.”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Mumbo says again.

“No, we’re having this conversation now, I think,” Grian says, and oh. Oh no. This... isn’t where Scar meant for this to go. Arguments are fine, of course! Scar has purposefully induced many of them in the fuzzy-syrupy amount of time they’ve been in the void! But there’s a difference between an argument and an argument, and -

“Well, I don’t know, Grian,” Mumbo says. “Maybe it’s because they’re either familiar because we’ve been looking at them for long enough for them to become normal, or, if what Pearl was saying is true, because we’re one of them. And, to be honest, we’re already the void, so sure, why not? Is that what you want to talk about, Grian? Because talking about it won’t change anything! That’s why I haven’t -”

“What do you mean we’re the void?” Impulse says, his voice finally cracking.

“Oh. Oh dear. Right, I hadn’t... oh, it’s obvious, isn’t it? Halfway dead anyway, may as well be -”

“Don’t give me that, Mumbo, you were optimistic enough about it earlier,” snaps Grian.

“Like you can talk about optimism,” Mumbo snaps back.

“How does any of this help Pancake?” Pearl says.

“Well, it doesn’t,” Grian starts.

“Well, shouldn’t we be focusing on that?”

“I don’t know,” Impulse says. (Scar’s ears are ringing.) “I don’t know. I can’t believe I’m finally hitting my breaking point, but -”

“Maybe I want company that isn’t any of you!” says Pearl.

“And you’ve chosen the dragon?” Mumbo says.

(Scar’s ears keep rininging.)

“The dragon,” Pearl huffs, “hasn’t been arguing every five minutes.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” Grian says.

“We probably shouldn’t be arguing every five minutes,” Impulse says.

“We probably shouldn’t be acting like nothing is wrong!” Grian says.

“Oh dear,” Mumbo says.

“You count too!”

Scar suddenly wishes everyone would be quiet again, because this is an argument, not an argument. And this is...

“Well, sorry if I don’t want to talk much about something I know we can’t change and I know you all will be mad at me for realizing far earlier! And fight about! Like we’re doing right now! I mean, geez, we could be doing anything else, but we’re fighting about, about nothing!” Mumbo says, his voice getting steadily higher.

“About nothing? Pancake isn’t nothing!”

“That’s not what I mean! Don’t take it like that!”

“Well, maybe I want to take it like that, because it sure feels like we’re being treated as nothing if you’re lying about - we’re the void?” Pearl says. “What does that mean? What do you mean we’re the cows now? I look fine! And frankly, I’m insulted! I’m not a -”

“Oh, Mumbo’s not lying about that. All you have to do is stop trying to look,” Grian says. “Mind you, I only figured that out a minute ago, but it hit me that the color vision is -”

“I don’t want to look!” says Impulse.

“Tough luck!” says Grian.

“What does any of this change!” Mumbo says. “What does any of this mean other than that, that Scar threw us down here and now we’re never going home! What does it change? It changes nothing! It means nothing! So what if we aren’t human, it means nothing!”

“It matters to me! It matters to - to the dragon that we accidentally brought down here, and that isn’t safe, because I didn’t know that we weren’t human, and didn’t prepare for it!” responds Pearl. “And, I don’t know! Maybe it matters to me! Maybe everything everyone is pretending doesn’t matter matters a lot to me! Maybe following Scar into the abyss had been a bad idea! Maybe -”

“Scar?”

It takes Scar a moment to process that Grian’s said something.

“Oh, um, yes?” Scar says, surprised to hear his voice come out as a strange, hoarse whimper.

“Scar, are you...”

“I’m - I’m fine over here! Just... just the person that’s to blame for all of this! Just... just carry on arguing. I’m fine,” Scar says, and, oh no. He’d meant for that to be reassuring, not sarcastic. He’d wanted nothing to do with the argument. He’d wanted nothing to do with, with, with... “The, the person who thought we’d, it’d take barely any time at all, really. And who’s to say, I can’t tell. I’m... just keep arguing, it’s okay, don’t look at me, I’m...”

He shakes. Everyone is quiet. He doesn’t like it.

“Guys, guys please just keep talking. Please, please it’s, I think the arguing is better than silence, really. Or, or I know. We can play, we can - I lied about the cards, I thought it would be funny, and - and, god, you’re all right. What’s even the point? I don’t know. I lied about, about turning us around, I can’t control our trajectory, I can’t, I can’t even, and now - now the dragon’s gone and everyone’s fighting and - and why are you all still quiet? Please, please just -”

He continues to shake.

“Please. I don’t know. Sorry.”

They’re quiet for a bit longer, and then, suddenly, Scar feels something strange. He looks up, and Impulse is hugging him, tightly.

“Oh,” Scar says. “How did you...”

“I don’t think it matters,” Impulse says. “I just... realized I could.”

“Okay,” Scar says. “Okay.” He sniffles. “It still doesn’t change anything. We can’t get anywhere from here anyway. If we want the slightest chance of being rescued, we shouldn’t move too far. We...”

“I know,” Impulse says. “Let me have this.”

It’s quiet again. For a long while, it’s quiet again. Then, Scar feels another pair of arms.

“You know, I wouldn’t have thought the way I’d finally move would be to try to get closer to you all,” Grian says. “Rather thought the exact opposite, really.”

“True,” Mumbo says, from far closer than he’d been before. “Honestly? Still planning on running as far as I can in the other direction as soon as we’re on the ground again. Contemplating doing it now, if it weren’t for the fact I know that complicates some potential search and rescue.”

Pearl giggles, from somewhere behind Scar, and, oh. How’d she gotten there? It’s a watery giggle. “True. That’s the only reason we’re all here right now. Complicates search and rescue if we aren’t.”

“Yeah. That’s why we need to stick close,” agrees Mumbo.

Scar relaxes, just a little. “Oh, yes, of course. And naturally, my... my charm and charisma is what brought you all here.”

“Exactly,” says Impluse.

In a few minutes, they’ll make a proper plan to rescue Pancake, and to figure out what it means, what Impulse had done, and then what the rest of them had done. They’ll talk through whatever they’d been arguing about.

But it’s quiet, for a moment, in a way that Scar doesn’t mind.

[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

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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.