#charlie was not meant to look that pretty i apologize. this is like the first time i drew him sans beard

[a-a-a-anon]

charlie: i didn't get to go [to prom] when i was in high school, dude.

dee: my back brace was under the dress, and mom called me fat. so i stayed home and cried instead.

these two losers absolutely spent prom night together

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[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 8: The Rugged Pop Star

Anonymous asked:

Hello, Love your stories and I love the merge thing. Now, you see, I've got a huge crush on Charlie Puth and I was wondering if you could merge me with him? That would be awesome to be able to live that. I'm a pretty tall guy, kinda hairy on the chest, black hair and dark brown eyes. I wonder what I would look like after.

Can you help me? Your price will be mine!

Another successful show for the mega successful pop star:

Life is good, life is perfect, it would be.

Charlie found out about prowlers: celebrities born from jealous people forcibly assimilating the target of their ire & living the dream they worked so hard to obtain. He himself was almost a victim to this after a typical LA party. Some preppy kid wanted his fame for himself. Charlie knew that something had to be done. He needed a defense against this phenomenon.

With his money & connections, he able to find out how others are doing it. His heart sank. He would only need to do it once, but he would need to assimilate another. This would give him a natural defense against predation attempts on him, like a vaccine. But who? He would be taking away someone's right to live their life independently & of their own free will.

He heard of stories of celebrities losing it all, after choosing a member of their management team, it meant duties as a star in their field & the behind the scenes work load. He didn't want a super fan, the result could be extreme levels of narcissism, and that has ended the careers of many or destroyed their ability to form relationships.

"Here's your coffee sir," the intern chimed. He was tall, had black hair; lots of facial hair. His clothing choices hid his build, but he seemed a little skinnier than Charlie. Charlie had his choice. He would scope him out first.

The intern was a fan of his, but never confronted Charlie or tried to get an autograph. He was able to separate his own desires from his work. A strong work ethic. He didn't have any outwardly noticeable social media either, no mention that he works for a mega star. A strong work ethic, mature, and not using him for clout. Charlie could dig further and find a more perfect candidate, but he was shaken up. If it were not for the taser gun, someone else would be living his life, and Charlie would be stuck in them forever.

He called this intern to his dressing room. He didn't know what Charlie wanted, maybe to complain about the coffee, but he was happy nonetheless. After he came to the room, he was sat down by Charlie.

The intern was nervous at first, but Charlie explained the situation. He couldn't believe it, Charlie Puth wants me to be a part of him! The intern looked back at his life, university graduated, aside from his job as a part of Charlie Puth's crew, a new addition mind you, he had nothing remarkable going on. That is why he never blasted his job online: he wanted to keep this one. So he worked his hardest & kept his head down. And now he might be mixing his body & mind with his idol.

The intern agreed when Charlie was done. Charlie sighed that this was necessary & thanked him. He informed him that he wanted to do this now. The intern was shocked, now? He blushed. Ok, so be it. Promotion to Charlie Puth.

Charlie went and locked the door. The last thing he needed was for someone to walk in and get grabbed by his transforming self & adding to the result.

Charlie pulled out a flask with red liquid and drank it. He sat down in another chair. He hesitated. He apologized again and with his right hand bid the intern to come.

The intern, overjoyed, took off his shirt and jeans, revealing boxer briefs. He was about to go commando, but Charlie stopped him from doing that.

All they needed to do was touch skin and then press hard into Charlie. Let the process handle the rest. The intern was taller, and had a build similar to Charlie, only more cut. He was hairy too. Like all over. It was intimidating, no going back. Time to invest in better razors.

The intern got on his knees and then pressed his head against Charlie's chest. His head started to go in.

Charlie felt pressure, and a wave of liquid flow into him. Then pleasurable sensations. He didn't let out any moans or groans except from heavy breathing through his mouth. He didn't want to express the pleasures from assimilating others. Even if they consented. His face showed discomfort, like he was going to cry. And then it hit him.

As the intern entered, he liquidized. Within a few minutes his entire being was a slurry of liquid masses swimming throughout Charlie's body. The underwear fell the to ground. The intern entered Puth's brain, his mind. Charlie felt everything the intern was feeling, and so did the intern. As their minds merged, they reconciled their differences. Charlie's apprehension went away, he was at peace. His face changed to calm. He looked as if he was sleeping in the chair.

The mental traits that didn't become a dominate part of Charlie's mind went into his subconsciousness. From the intern's prospective, he was floating in an peaceful abyss. He would hear Charlie's thoughts, feel what he felt emotionally & physically, see what Charlie sees, and on occasion push Charlie's decisions in one direction or another; just a little. He was Charlie Puth now, small part of the whole.

Charlie's body was rife with activity. The liquid mass of the intern moved through out, looking like big lumps under beneath his skin. Pulsating fast and randomly.

The intern's dna latched on to Charlie's. Puth's new dna then fired off. The mass began to settle and in act new changes. Charlie could feel each one, but all he could do was open his mouth wide open & clutch his hands to the arm rest of the chair he was sitting in, and crunch his toes.

He could feel muscles pop, and in other places, his skin constrict. His bones stretch. His hair darken. And then his face morphed. As if a layer of skin toned smooth clay was covering his face, the intern's facial traits settled in. It was if the intern was a sculptor, and with care & precision molded his new face, dyed his hair.

The intern was a hairy man, and when the merger was focusing on his face, hair started to erupt all over. But as if Charlie was standing next to his new body, as if with a pair of scissors, began to cut away the hair. The body & facial hair began to shrink. Finding a happy medium between Charlie's original bare skin & the intern's wall of hair.

The process was over. Charlie let out a deep exhale and closed his mouth. He opened his eyes.

He was a new man.

But what has he become? Can he still sing?

He looked at the dressing room mirror.

He was taller, and more muscular. He wasn't fat or overweight beforehand, but the intern gave him that push. A six pack was more visible, but he kept his mass. His arms were more vascular. Was he a pop star or a bodybuilder?

His arms and shoulders grew too, a thicker neck. Did he really merge with someone, it felt like he just went to the gym more or dieted better. His brushed his hand against his chest.

Body hair?

He had hair on his forearms, on his chest and abs, and in the face. Sideburns that connected to his new beard & mustache. His hair was darker too, & more voluminous.

His mouth was smaller, and his nose moved more upright, but the lower mouth generally followed his original shape. His ears & skull were longer. But his eyes? A mix of his and the intern. More the interns. The signature cut above his right eye was gone.

He wiped his face, scrupled his hair.

The intern's personal history. It was melded to his. He knew partly why he was big now, his was practicing judo beforehand.

He wanted to feel the fresh air now with his new body. He changed into the underwear & shorts of his fusee and then went outside for a jog:

It was exhilarating. He was stronger, faster, had more stamina. He could see why people get assimilated. But this is it. No more. Too many, and the original me will be gone & buried. A monster hunger for more power.

He went back to the dressing room and used the secret shower within. He changed his clothes. Everyone addressed him as Charlie. No one knew the difference. When he asked for the intern & described him, no one knew what he was talking about. Scary.

He went to his vocal coach and tested out his singing voice. He sounded more mature, but kept his perfect pitch abilities. And now he could kick butt too.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Can you do an autistic trans(if you do that) male reader who doesn’t really get social cues but is overall pretty quiet and reserved with the people from the Hazbin hotel?

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪

Words: 1111

𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣:

He will be unaware at first, so his first impression about you is not good. Thinks you’re being rude on purpose, but when he finds out that's not the case he’ll feel slightly bad.

For his assumptions he’ll subtly apologize by dropping presents in your room (Unnamed of course.) and lending you a helping hand.

If you two become close he will take you to his tailor to get matching suits, different colours obviously, can’t have you taking his signature colour now, can we?

***

For the first few days you’ve been at the hotel Alastor has been weirdly stand offish. Others didn’t mind, often glad he’s staying away rather than closer. But you wanted to know why, so you asked Charlie.

Who asked Alastor, to which he gracefully answered.

“Well, I don’t enjoy seeing terrible manners around the hotel, surely you don’t either?” At his words the reason for avoidance clicked in her head.

“Why didn't you say so? Well knowing you, you wouldn’t… But Y/N isn’t that good with social cues, so he doesn’t mean any of, whatever he’s been doing.”

“Oh…” At her words he left the room, finding you. “Well hello my Handsome fellow,”

“Hi?” After his most recent actions you didn’t expect him to just waltz up to you.

“Unfortunately someone has ruined my suit,” Correct, a good chunk was missing. “And hopefully you would accompany me?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“Perfect!”

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖:

She's unsurprisingly similar when it comes to social cues.

When it comes to you being autistic or trans she won’t notice, that’ll be the last thing she knows.

You two can not be left alone, someone will need to supervise you both.

***

It has been barely a week since you fell into hell and it’s been terrible. There were too many things happen that you could say or even recall, so today was meant to be relaxing. Or at least somewhat close, until someone pulled you around.

They were your only friend here, so of course you had to follow. After a few hours walking around you found you both in front of a hotel, one called the ‘Hazbin hotel.’ Excitedly knocking at the door while you watched.

Within seconds the door swung open revealing an excited blonde.

“Oh my, hi!” Pulling you both in as she spoke, which allowed you to see other people hanging around. “I’m Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

“Told ya you’d like it here.”

You were both aware nothing was said beforehand but you didn’t confront them. Seemed like the others knew something was up, so they had Charlie pull you away.

“Since you're new, how about a private tour of the Hazbin Hotel?”

𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

Compared to the other hotel residents your quietness is a surprise, but a welcome one at that.

If you ask or signal at all to her she’ll be at your side to subtly help you with social cues and anything else needed.

Especially if you’re new (Also if not) she’ll help you get masculine clothing, although she might have to get others help as she isn’t the most masculine either.

***

Charlie had just brought you to the hotel in a… not so good condition. She wasn’t sure what you went through to look like that but she knew you needed some help, and she was going to help where she could.

“Alastor, I need your help”

“Hmm?”

“You know the newbie, I have to get him some clothes. Problem is I have no clue where to go.” At her words his smile increases slightly.

“I could help, for a price…”

“Nevermind.”

While she wanted to help she wouldn’t risk anything with Alastor, maybe Angel would be better.

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥:

He’s seen some shit during his time down in hell, so your actions and attitude isn’t seen as weird to him.

To a degree he’ll take advantage of you. Never anything you wouldn’t want, but to keep him safe from Vaggie or Alastor.

But only he can do it, if anyone else even tries he’ll be there to protect you.

***

“Vaggie, why would I do that?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe you–”

“Doesn’t matter, I would never when Y/N is with me!”

At his words Vaggie looked down at you, finding you wrapped in Angels pairs of arms. You had a few blooming bruises around your face but otherwise seemed alright.

“Just… Don’t do it again, I don’t want to see Y/N or Charlie get mad at you.”

“Really, Y/N mad at me? Never!” One pair of hands had come up to cup your cheeks, able to leave multiple kisses. Causing Vaggie to leave quickly.

“Now, let me take care of those bruises.”

𝕊𝕚𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤:

He’s been thrown into the same boat as you, has absolutely no understanding of social cues.

If anything the eggs make it worse, as they are somehow worse than sir pentious.

He has accidentally hurt the both of you at once somehow, no one is sure how that happened.

***

The streets didn’t seem too busy, which was weird for hell. But it might’ve been the fact you and Sir Pentious just weren’t aware of them walking. His tail was swaying dangerously behind him, knocking over any people.

During this his eggs were scattered around the both of you. Some stayed behind, in between and some strayed next to you. Which caused an even bigger barrier to form, now people had to step off the path.

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜:

When he first meets you he won’t really care, he’s had worst people hang around.

If he’s being honest he understands and gets social cues, but majority of the time he just doesn’t care about them.

Even then he knows with your lack of awareness you’re likely to get into some unwanted trouble, so he hangs around a lot more.

***

Husk never had the heart to blame you for any trouble, he knew you never meant it. So tonight he accompanied you to a nearby bar, intending for at least a semi-nice night out. But of course someone had to ruin it.

A drunk demon decided he wanted to bother you for the night, ignoring Husk the whole time. But over time his anger rose, you weren’t even looking at him and you didn’t seem interested.

In which you weren’t, but he seemed so incessant that you spoke, even if you didn’t. His attitude quickly became clear very quickly, except you didn’t notice. As he reached for you Husk was quicker, sending a card flying into his head.

That caused everyone to start their own fights. Which gave you two the chance to leave, with minimal injuries of course. Taking the chance you both ran out, luckily no one else was waiting outside.

“We’re going back.”

[gothmikasagf]

Project matchmaker

Pairings: Lucifer x gn!reader, huskerdust

Warnings: reader is bored, bad choices, Lucifer is clueless and just wants to make Charlie happy, very bad choices, some swearing, crack fic, don't take this too seriously, reader is a dumbass, no smut. You might experience second-hand embarassement, sorry not sorry.

Summary: Valentine's day is approaching and reader is bored and wants to play matchmaker with Angel Dust and Husker. Lucifer is accidentally roped into it because he wants to make a good impression on Charlie. Chaos ensues.

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I apologize for everything in advance. English is not my first language. Let's pretend Lucifer is actually over Lilith for the sake of the fic. Very, very nervous to post this but here we go.

Residing at the Hazbin Hotel wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. It was actually pretty difficult to find free rent and good company in hell, so even if you weren't sure about the whole redeeming thing, you weren't bothered in the slightest.

You spent the majority of your days going along with Charlie's exercises and gossiping with Angel Dust whenever he was free. You thought of yourself as pretty lucky compared to the average sinner in hell, so you weren't really complaining.

Still, there was something missing, some other form of entertainment, a dynamic that would switch up daily life a little and make it less boring. And after the weekly movie night on Voxflix that's when it hit you.

Since Valentine's day was getting closer, you and Angel decided to watch a cheesy rom-com, one of those that makes you sigh and squeal even if you don't believe in that type of love outside of the screen. You were just wondering about who the main couple reminded you of with flirty banter and hidden stares when suddenly the best idea ever-kind of-came to you!

"You okay over there, toots?" Angel had looked over to you worriedly.

"Never been better!" you smiled at him and redirected your attention to the movie, a plan forming in your mind.

You weren't even sure if Valentine's day was still a thing in hell, but if it wasn't, you were going to bring it back.

What you didn't know, though, was that the very own king of hell was gonna be accidentally roped into your schemes. And that you would end up developing an embarrassing crush on him.

Two days after your (not so) brilliant idea, you were in front of Charlie's room, asking for an audience.

You were ready to oversell your cause if necessary, but you knew Charlie had a good heart, and the fact that this idea might be beneficial for the hotel gave you high hopes.

You told her how it would have been wonderful if you could decorate the hotel's lobby for Valentine's day because everyone deserves a little bit of love, especially in hell! And throwing a small party would surely attract some new sinners.

At the end it didn't take much convincing. Charlie was very happy to have the opportunity to lure more people into trying to redeem themselves, and Vaggie wasn't too opposed either, as long as it was kept civil.

And that's how you found yourself in this predicament.

"I think pink would be the best suited for it." You said to none other than the king of hell. He was hunched over a gigantic banner that read "Valentine's day" followed by various hearts, and his face was scrunched into a deep, concentrated face.

After your successful meeting with Charlie, you thought either she or Alastor would have been the ones helping you with the task of decorating the hotel, you didn't know how wrong you were. Alastor didn't want anything to do with the project, pretending to be fully immersed in who knows what he was able to come up with on the spot. And you guessed that's when the big boss of hell himself came into the picture; having heard of Alastor's failure, he immediately jumped in to try and make himself look better in Charlie's eyes, even if it meant having to work with a lowly sinner like you.

He wasn't as annoyed by your presence as you were expecting, even if you were kind of bossing him around to get everything perfect. You would have the time to regret this later, right now you couldn't afford to not have the right atmosphere for what you were planning.

He nodded in approval and magically switched the color from red to pink, leaving some red hearts to create a better effect.

This wasn't your first time meeting the king of hell, you were right there when he and Alastor started fighting over who was the best father figure to Charlie. Although you didn't get to talk much that time or the one after that, as he was busy kicking Adam's ass. You were amazed by his powers, as any sinner like you would, and you found him to be quite a peculiar person. So you were quite happy, and also a bit intimidated, to spend this time alone with him.

"Now it's perfect" you said, finally happy with the final result. You started to think of a way to put it up effectively without having to use the hotel's old and rusty ladder when he unfurled his wings and easily put it in place.

They were so majestic and you had never seen such a shade of pure white, it wasn't really common in hell. You wondered how he kept them so pristine after all those years.

"Are we done now?" He asked while landing gracefully on the ground.

You looked around the lobby and smiled proudly at yourself. The bar was adorned with pink and white garlands, and cute and small red hearts spread here and there. From the ceiling, some pink and white paper flowers you and Angel Dust made were hanging beautifully, and the banner just tied them all together.

"We're just missing a little something." You said, not looking at him in the eyes. This was going to be the real protagonist of the event, and convincing him was going to be crucial.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you expectantly. "We just need some mistletoe right there" you pointed at a secluded corner near the bar, where surely you'd manage to rope Angel and Husker close enough so that they at least would have to address the heart eyes they sent each other all the time. They weren't being as subtle as they thought.

"Mistletoe?" Lucifer crossed his arms and looked at you, confused.

"Yeah, you know the one that people usually have to kiss under. I think it makes a lot more sense for Valentine's day than Christmas, if I have to be honest."

"That's-" he tried to say, but you interrupted him because you really needed it for the plan to continue.

"I know, I know, but I spoke to Charlie and we reached an agreement." you really hoped that mentioning Charlie's approval was going to be enough for him to do it. You also hoped he wouldn't actually ask her because you did not have her approval for it. You were playing dirty, but you couldn't just surrender halfway through victory.

The man in front of you sighed, but he did it, you secretly thanked your lucky stars and tried to act as less suspiciously as possible.

You were getting good at this. Maybe you should really start considering a career in matchmaking.

"What does the king of hell think?" You asked while admiring your work. Maybe he didn't exactly like you or find your company suitable for his tastes, but you still thought you did a pretty good job together.

"I think it's still missing something" he said, looking around. He had discarded the jacket and hat half an hour ago, and you were just noticing he looked really good without them.

You were so wrapped up in your little plan that you didn't even take a good look at him. And maybe it should have stayed that way because he was Charlie's father, and oh, when did the room start to become so hot?

"Maybe a duck or two" he whispered to himself while scanning the bar's decorations. You took a little break from the inner hyperventilating to look at the same spot as him.

Was it some sort of hell's tradition you weren't aware of?

Maybe it was the sudden temperature increase in the room, or maybe you just wanted to make a good impression after an hour and a half of bossing him around (what were you even thinking?) but you found yourself agreeing with him. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

That night, the party was in full swing. The hotel's residents and some other sinners who didn't hate the idea of the theme party were all gathered in the hotel's lobby.

Charlie was ecstatic and she was going from sinner to sinner to explain her cause and invite them to the hotel. A way less hyper Vaggie was following her around, making sure everything went smoothly.

Alastor was still nowhere in sight, maybe hanging out with his friend named Rosie; while Nifty was going around chasing with a knife two bugs she found banging. They weren't going to have a good Valentine's day.

You were sitting at the bar next to Angel Dust, who was happily chatting away with you and Husker.

Lucifer was nowhere to be seen; he had appeared just before the beginning of the party, proudly showing you "his latest creation". A pink rubber duck with a bow and a small red hat resembling his own was pushed in front of your face. "It's a backflipping duck who also spits fire, and it's Valentine's day themed!" He grinned at you.

"That's remarkable" you had said and placed it on the bar counter, away from prying hands that could use it for who knows what.

"This was such a great idea y/n! We should do this every year!" an excited Charlie appeared behind you. "My dad is gonna be back soon, but I have to say you two did a really good job with the place." She patted you on the back and went back to chasing sinners.

"Yeah, what prompted you to do that?" Husk asked from behind the bar. You looked at the drink in your hand and shrugged. "I was bored"

Angel Dust snickered from next to you. "Our little y/n watched too many romantic comedies and thought they would hit it off with short king and maybe go at it or-"

"Woah" you chocked on air while Husk hid a smirk pretending to wipe the counter. "Angel, what the fuck?" You looked around to make sure no one important was listening in on your conversation.

"You didn't say no" he laughed, throwing his head back while Husk was pretending to swipe the floor where a couple of the red hearts had fallen. He was so close to the mistletoe.

"Because I don't need to, you'd have to be crazy to think you can bag the king of hell of all people" you hiss while trying to think of a way to get Angel there too.

"Darling, his wife left years ago, and he clearly hasn't gotten it on with anyone yet; don't sell yourself short." You took the duck you had put away and pretended to throw it at him. Only you accidentally pressed it, and actual flames started to shoot out from its mouth, causing Angel to jump back and land on the floor right next to Husk!

Your eyes went wide, and you dropped the duck to the floor. "Shit, I'm so sorry"

"Oh wow, he fell right under it" a new voice added.

Lucifer was right behind you and sent you an amused but also slightly confused smirk. Did he think you tried to kill one of your friends to get him under the mistletoe? Well, no shit he disliked sinners.

"Under what?" Angel started massaging his ass cheeks, you winced a little, thinking the impact of landing on the hard floor must have hurt him.

"Oh, y/n didn't tell you? We put mistletoe right there" he pointed at the exact spot. Now you were starting to rethink this whole plan, but it was already too late, so you had no choice but to push through.

"You know the tradition, right?" Husk shot you an unimpressed look while Angel was still on the floor.

"C'mon, it's not like you have to make out like them" you pointed at two sinners who were getting it on in a corner ever since they stepped into the party. You couldn't really blame them, wasn't that the spirit of the festivity anyway? Any kind of love was supposedly appreciated.

Then something amazing actually happened: Husk took Angel's hand in his, kissed it lightly, and pulled a blushing version of the spider to his feet.

Considering the way they had been dancing around each other for months, this was a huge accomplishment, and it was all thanks to you! At that point, you were too busy mentally giving yourself a pat on the back for the good job to fully pay attention to something that resembled Charlie's squealing coming from the back of the room. Did she have a radar or something?

When you met Husk's eyes the next second, though, you knew you had to get out of there and fast or you were done for. "Happy Valentine's day" you winked at them before sprinting like the coward you were to the other side of the lobby, leaving Lucifer and his little pink duck to handle the consequences.

Realistically, Husk and Angel combined couldn't hurt him even if they tried really hard, so you weren't too worried for him, and the duck had demonstrated she could defend herself quite efficiently.

As the party drew to a close, Charlie had roped you all into helping to clean up the place. You were busy taking down the bar decorations, carefully putting them in a box to store them for the following year, when you felt someone come up behind you.

You turned around and saw Angel dust with a handful of the white and pink paper flowers. He was headed right for the box on the counter, not looking at you.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean for it to happen the way it did. You shouldn't have gotten hurt." You kept your eyes on the garlands, refusing to meet his eyes.

"No hard feelings toots, but next time I'm not letting you pick the movie. And no more romantic comedies for you" you laughed as he carefully maneuvered the flowers into the box.

"Okay, I deserved that" he smiled at you. You took one of the flowers and offered it to him as a peace offering.

He took it, careful not to ruin your hard work, and pretended to swoon over it. Your friendship was gonna be okay. Surely you were even now? You even gave up rom-coms for a while.

After successfully taking all of the decorations down, you were headed to throw the mistletoe into the trash. It had fulfilled his role and caused enough chaos already.

Halfway through the path to the trash can you spotted Lucifer magically fixing some of the hotel furnishings that had been destroyed by some sinners.

He stopped when he noticed you and started heading your way. Oh no, did he find out already? You couldn't just run the other way now.

"I just spoke to Charlie, and she was really happy about the party, but something tells me the mistletoe wasn't on the list of approved decorations" he raised an eyebrow at you, weight propped on his cane.

You huffed out a breath you didn't know you were holding in and scrambled your brain for an excuse. Surely he wouldn't hate you too much? Having the king of hell against you was already bad enough, but having the king of hell against you while you had a pathetic little crush on him was even worse.

"That was a personal project" you said reluctantly, looking everywhere but at him.

"Oh, and how did this project of yours go then?" you dared to take a quick look at his face, and his amused smirk, which made him look unfairly sexy by the way, was starting to make you think he was on his own personal mission to embarrass you.

"Fairly well, if we don't consider I almost cooked and burned one of my friends to a crisp. Sick duck, by the way."

"No, she's not sick, just themed." you almost burst out laughing at that. Maybe you should tell Charlie to keep him more up to date. "But maybe next time you shouldn't meddle with the heart's matters, you'll find out it's better if things just happen naturally" oh shit, how was he hot even while lecturing you? This wasn't good. He wasn't good for your sanity.

You held up the mistletoe to take one final look at it. "Yeah, lesson learned. I was just about to throw it out."

Only, Angel Dust chose that exact moment to carry out his revenge, and you should have absolutely seen it coming, it was once again your fault, and you could only blame yourself.

"Oh wow, they're right under it. You know the tradition, right?" He mocked. Husk was right behind him, two boxes in his hands, and he was holding in a laugh. They passed right by you and left you and Lucifer alone. You were really starting to question all of the choices that brought you to that moment.

Maybe if you asked him to kill you right there and then he would be kind enough to put an end to your suffering.

"Oh, fuck me" you muttered, your eyes scanning the lobby for the closest exit. Escaping without saying goodbye to Charlie wasn't an ideal solution, but you knew she wouldn't want to see your face ever again after this.

"Won't you at least let me take you out on a date first? I am more on the old fashioned side" he grinned.

You were sure you heard him wrong. It surely was one of those cases when you mix up what the person you like says in your imagination with what they actually say in real life. Was the mistletoe also hallucinogenic? You wouldn't be surprised if it was.

"I'm sorry for Angel Dust, sometimes he just doesn't know when to shut up" You immediately lowered your arm and hid the evil little thing behind your back.

"Should I take it as a no then?" he didn't stop smiling, but it looked less sincere now.

"Wait, oh-" you scrambled for an answer that wouldn't make you look even more pathetic "I would love to, but only if you mean it, this evil thing has already caused enough chaos" you finally tossed the mistletoe into the nearest trash can.

"Darling, you forget I'm the king of hell, no little plant has authority over me" he chuckles, and you smile at him.

If either of you noticed something resembling Charlie's squealing and her being dragged away by Vaggie, you didn't say anything. You didn't even think twice when you didn't see Angel Dust and Husk returning quite yet from depositing those two boxes into the storage closet; so you liked to think that at the end of the day, both you and Lucifer were right, letting things happen on their own was good, but a little push in the right direction didn't actually hurt anyone.

And when Lucifer planted both of his hands on your face to pull you into a kiss, you thought that maybe you shouldn't have thrown away the mistletoe at all.

[bubbysawyer]

Thomas Hewitt : Schooltime Friend Blurb 3 (High School)

You were both inseparable, students and teachers knew. You were both glued to each other.

You grew up together, you learned together. You both knew you couldn't do without one another.

Thomas never spoke, but you made his chest feel kinda funny...

A dance came up again at your school and you sighed when you saw the posters.

"Why do we always have to have some sort of...dance each year? What's the point of these things..?" You huffed out. Thomas shrugged and looked at his feet.

He didn't like the dances..no one ever asked him to dance before you. He liked dancing with you at his house. The dances WERE pretty dumb. The music was annoying.

Thomas grabbed your hand and looked to the side before putting your hand to his chest...his way of asking you to dance with him.

You smiled. "Of course, Tommy. You know I'll always want to dance with you."

Your heart started to race. His heart started to race.

....You have a crush on your best friend. You have a-

You snapped out of it when the bell rang.

"Oh shoot- Science, let's go, Tommy." You kept his hand in yours as you both rushed to your classroom.

Hours Later

"I think that teacher might hate me.." you mumbled, making Thomas tilt his head.

"Think about it! I do my best and he's just...so mean, like, all the time..I dunno..." You trailed off. Thomas squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

You arrived at his house. Luda greeted you as always and had dinner all ready to go. Charlie was...present, but his usual self. However he did say how he loved you in the house. That was nice.

After dinner you and Thomas helped clean up.

"Thank you sweetie for bein' so kind around here. I'll see you tomorrow," Luda mused as she went to her room.

You nodded and bit your lip. Thomas looked at you.

"...You...wanna dance?" You asked, and got a shy nod.

The both of you retreated to the backyard, awkwardly at first but steadily melting into a small, soft dance with one another.

"Thomas.."

He looked down.

"I..uh..."

You leaned up and kissed him before burrowing into his chest.

He was frozen for a good long while before stroking your hair and attempting to get you to look up again.

"Sorr-" He gently kissed you before you could get your apology out.

"...Oh..I.."

He blinked at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"...Nothing." You leaned into his chest. "We should probably go to sleep."

Thomas nodded and walked you to his room, tucking you in next to him. You smiled.

"I...I love you, Thomas."

He purred and hugged you close. You knew what he meant.

[crymzin-gutz]

Paranormal Investigators Club members interactions with Tobi. -Headcanons-

Tobi belongs to @heartfullofleeches . Go check out their blog, I can't not recommend their stuff. Their characters are amazing and I absolutely love them!

'Ello. This is my first time using Tumblr to post anything, so apologies if the formatting or anything is off. I don't really know what I'm doing. ^^; Anyways- heartfullofleeches' OC, Tobi, has been infecting my brain for the longest of time. Especially the thought of them interacting with my own group of ghost hunter OCs; Alice, Maxwell, Charlie, and Albert. So, with their permission, Imma be posting some headcanons I've come up for them. I might also post a short fanfic or two about this concept as well, but first I'd have to come up with what it'd be about. So that might be a thing, might not. Anyways- headcanons are below. ^^

-The Paranormal Investigator Club (P.I.C) members probably first meet Tobi one of two ways- either Charlie 'forces' Tobi to join their club when seeing this man, who looked as if they were lost, wandering the halls. Or, Tobi kinda just...materializes within the P.I club room one day. And Maxwell and Charlie just assume he's meant to be there. Congregates Tobs, you're apart of P.I.C now.

-Unlike Charlie, and -somewhat- Maxwell, Alice and Albert are both a bit more wary of the unexpected new member. Especially since Alice and Albert can tell that Tobi isn't human. :|

-Alice and Albert are both Unrested Souls. -(Technically, Alice -and possibly Albert?- is classified as a Sleepwalking Soul and not as an Unrested Soul. But for convince, and not having to drop a bunch of lore and world stuff that you guys didn't ask for onto you guys, we'll just be classifying them both as Unrested Souls for this.) Because of this, the two are able to sense that Tobi isn't human. Tobi is probably able to tell that Alice and Albert aren't 'human' either. Or atleast, that they aren't living humans.

-Alice and Albert both have the same unnerved, fight-or-flight response to Tobi, at first. The type of being that Tobi is, is defiantly a predator to both of them. With them -Tobi- eating ghosts for lunch and all.

-Tobi's secret about not being human doesn't stay a secret for long. Maybe, at most, a month or two. As stated prior, Alice and Albert immediately know that something is off, and it doesn't take them long to figure out that they aren't human. And, while it may take Max and Charlie a bit longer -if Tobi insists that Alice doesn't tell them-, once the two accidentally come across him eating a ghost....yeah...it's fine though. They got pretty accustomed to paranormal beings being real pretty quickly after meeting Alice.

-Charlie constantly asks Tobi to describe what ghost's, or whatever type of Unrested Soul he ate, tastes like. They -Tobi- gets a full on questionnaire after he eats. Sobs.

-There has been a few times that Charlie has started asking Tobi questions about how they taste, while he was in the middle of eating. Like full on, he'd be mid-bite and Charlie will just plop down next to him and be like, "How would you describe your meal tonight?"

-Max is hard of hearing. And wears a hearing-aid to help him hear. However- there are times that he either can't wear them -they died or he lost them-, or he simply wants a break from them. Because of this, his friends have come up with a list of other ways for them to communicate with Max without having to verbally speak. I'm bringing this up because, I imagine that as soon as it is noticed that Tobi can't, or just doesn't want to (because of the whole human's cant hear them speak without passing out), Charlie just shows him the list. And asks them what will work the best for him.

-If Tobi wants to learn sign langue, Maxwell would more than happy to teach them and help him learn.

-I don't know if Tobi has a place of his own. But if he doesn't, and at-least in this context, I can see him moving in with Albert and Max in their shared apartment. The three have such strong roommate vibes in my head. I don't know. They just do. (They defiantly also have strong bromance chemistry. Jk jk....unless...)

-Frenemies dynamic between Tobi and Albert. One-sided or not, these two freaks -(/pos)- have the gayest frenemies dynamic known to man. The type to want to kill each other, but also wanting the other one to be alive so that they can see them achieve their dreams and what not.

-They, Tobi and Albert, have gotten drunk -(can Tobi get drunk???)- and ended up waking up the next morning sharing the couch. They make a deal as to not speak about it. Whatever happened -it was nothing, they just were both too drunk to make it to their individual beds- will be token to their graves.

-Albert and Tobi fight over the title of 'cameraman'. They either end up sharing the role, or they have split custody like a couple of divorced parents.

Albert: It's my turn with our child.

Tobi: *'Stares' at Albert before turning their back to him. Still holding the camera in his hands.*

Albert: ??? What do you mean no, dude?! Gimme the fucking camera!

Tobi: *Holding his hand out of Albert's reach. Using his other hand to push Albert back, his hand pushing against Albert's forehead.* >:|

Albert: Don't make me get Max!

Tobi: *Reluctantly, and clearly not wanting to, gives Albert the camera.* >:(

-They probably don't mean to, but Tobi causes disturbances to Max's hearing-aid. Low buzzing, or painful high pitched beeping if Tobi is loosing control of himself.

-Max gets the worse of Tobi's effects on humans; headaches, nosebleeds, getting dizzy and almost blacking out, ect.

-Alice occasionally lets Tobi tag along with them on their jobs. If she is especially drained from non-stop work, or just can't be bothered to properly exercise an Unrested Soul she just lets Tobi eat it. It's like a lil' treat for him. :3 And it's less work that Alice has to do. So it's a win-win.

-Charlie is very big on physical contact. It's a major love langue of theirs. So, Tobi is gonna have to adapt to it. Charlie will respect his boundaries...to an extent. But she is also the type to try and push his friends boundaries if she thinks it won't necessarily bring any harm to them. So they may be slightly less affectionate with Tobi, she will try to get him to be more comfortable with her.

-Once, and if, Tobi gets more comfortable with Charlie, they are climbing them like a tree. That or pulling them down to her height with a side-arm hug around their shoulders. Charlie gives out bear hugs. And sadly, she doesn't know how not to rough house a bit while giving affection.

-Charlie tried taking Tobi’s hat once. They woke up a bit later from a nap they don’t remember taking. Alice informs them of how uncomfortable he had made Tobi, and immediately Charlie felt bad about it. They apologize as soon as they see him the next day.

-They all have movie nights once a month. Tobi is put in charge of choosing the film...that was until he had them watch a cursed movie -forgetting that Max and Charlie are still affected by curses-. Tobi was put in time-out while Alice took care of the ghost. Tobi is now in charge of making sure the couch is comfy enough. -He's not trusted with preparing the snacks either.-

[sunsetcougar]

Lyrebird AU-

There’s arms holding her close

Large wings beating the air

Why…

did she…

she fell from something, she thinks

she feels too hot and too cold

everything hurts

there’s people around her

watching

to many eyes

everything hurts

She wakes up in bed.

It’s a bed she’s grown very familiar with over the last four years. Red sheets, red light from the windows, and apple perfume scenting everything.

She’s in her and Charlie’s bed at the hotel, and everything hurts so badly she doesn’t think she can move.

Lucifer is there, she realizes after a few moments. He’s sitting on the end of the bed, staring blankly at his hands clasped over the top of his cane. He looks over when he hears her suck in a pained breath, his expression full of grief.

“…I’m so sorry…”

She can’t muster the energy to ask why as she falls back asleep.

The next time Vaggie wakes up, Lucifer is gone and Charlie is there. She starts crying pretty much immediately, even though it makes her whole body hurt. Like almost every time she’s shed a tear in Hell, Charlie is soon right by her side, wiping them away.

Vaggie almost chokes on her apologies, mustering enough energy to grab the hand on her cheek. All of the guilt comes crashing down on her at once as she sobs herself to sleep clutching Charlie’s hand.

All she has the energy to mutter, in a tired sort of voice, before she’s out again is, “Holy fire.”

When she wakes up for the third time, Lucifer and Charlie are both there. Lucifer is tapping his fingers on his cane, and Charlie is holding Vaggie’s hand.

The first thing she’s asked is how she’s feeling. Charlie asks that, brow furrowed with worry. Shes still hurting, but less than before.

The second thing she’s asked is what she meant when she muttered “Holy fire.” Lucifer asks that, brow furrowed with worry.

“Lute… is bringing Holy… fire for the next… extermination.” Her voice is rough and cracking but she manages to get the words out.

Charlie seems worried, but Lucifer looks horrified.

“Is… is that even allowed? Damnit I don’t think the deal ever said anything about Holy fire, I didn’t think they’d be insane enough to use it!”

“What’s… what’s so special about Holy fire?” Charlie is Hellborn, she never received the safety lessons warning her of the danger of the liquid flame. Now she gets a crash course as Lucifer explains exactly why this is so worrying.

Vaggie can’t force herself to stay awake through the whole conversation, pain and weariness pulling her back into sleep.

[seersnake]

A Bird Amongst Griffins

Here's part 2 for you guys, hope you enjoy it as well. Again, I do not yet have a beta reader for things like Grammer so if you see anything, I apologize in advance.

The storm the night before had been a really bad one. The entire Rescue Team had spent all day bouncing from area to area, trying to clean up the damage. From a knocked over tree in the school yard, to roads covered in too much mud to drive through, to downed electrical wires, and everything between and beyond. Chief Burns pinched his brow, trying hard to will away the headache he was getting. He didn’t know if it was exhaustion from being constantly on rescues for the past seven hours or if it was that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in that time, too busy to even stop at a store for something.

Chase turned on his internal screen, keeping his voice low as he questions, “are you becoming ill Chief Burns? If you are, we can go back to the Fire House and get you some Soup. Dani says that soup is very good when one is sick.”

With a sigh, Charlie removed his hand from his face. He manages to force a small smile while closing his eyes to block out the light, “I'm fine Chase, I'm just not a spring chick anymore is all.”

“Whoever called you a coward is severely mistaken Chief Burns.” Came the immediate reply from the agitated police cruiser.

Before Charlie could ask Chase what he meant by that, the radio crackled to life, drawing both their attention. It was Graham’s voice that came through the line, sounding just as tired as Chief felt, “we’ve got a Big emergency near the North Cliffs. Mr. Bunty said he was out on a walk with his Lobster and saw a boat washed up on the shore. He said he didn’t go near it but it looked like there was a body on the beach.”

Now that sends alarm bells through everyone’s heads. There’s a chance someone needed serious medical help on the beach. Chief opened up the radio, cutting the worried chatter from his other three kids, “understood. Everyone, head for the North Shore. Dani, Blades, be ready to airlift any injured people to the hospital.” When he gets an affirmative from all of his children, including Cody who has been flying with Dani and Blades for the past two hours, he relaxes just a bit. Everything was going to be fine. Chief Burns couldn’t help but sigh in worry anyways over what they may find.

Dani, Blades, and Cody got to the beach first, finding the wreck after only a few minutes. Dani radios in, “we see the boat, I don’t recognize it though. I think I see a body near it, but there’s nowhere around here we can land. I’m heading to the East side of the beach to find a place to land.” The trio fly back towards where they had come from, landing just as the other members of the rescue team arrived.

All four bots quickly transformed and Cody pointed to where the wreck was, “it’s up that way and it looks pretty bad. The whole ship’s on the beach and it’s in a ton of pieces!”

With a nod, they all hurried in the direction of the wreck, calling out for anyone who may have been a part of it that could hear them that help was on the way. It took the Rescue Team nearly ten minutes to get to the wreck so they could inspect it, and it was bad. The entire ship had been broken in two, there was wood and metal scraps from the broken ship all over the beach, as well as broken glass, soaking wet books, and a completely shattered laptop. There were tons of pieces of electronics that were scattered across the beach, nearly to the tree line, that were unsalvageable due to a mixture of water damage and impact damage. Though, despite having seen it less than 15 minutes before, the body on the beach was gone.

Blades scratched his head and motioned to where the steering wheel of the boat lay on the sand, “it was right here, I swear! They were wearing dark clothing, a big dark cape, and they were really pale! You saw it, right Dani??” The pilot could only nod confirming, “yeah, it was just here. Where did they even go, and why did they go? They would have been able to hear us yelling about help being on the way!”

Her elder brother shakes his head at his sister’s seeming naivety, “Sis. What if that’s why they ran? Who knows who that person was or what they’ve done! They could be a criminal on the run and our yelling scared them off and now they’re just on the island somewhere!” Though jumping to conclusions like this made Kade’s gut twist in an unpleasant way, the possibility of someone dangerous being on the island was too great a risk to ignore. Especially if it was someone who could endanger his family.

Dani shook her head as she shot his idea down, “Kade, whoever they are, they’re likely hurt and in pain. They could have a head injury that makes them unable to understand us, or for all we know, they might not even speak English. It’s likely they heard us yelling and saw the Bots before we could see them and they panicked and ran. I mean, most humans would be pretty scared of robots their size if they’ve never met them before.”

It was a good point, especially with all the stories from the mainland about people like Lex Luthor and Doctor Silvana using giant robots to attack towns and cities. Who knows what this person could have lived through or even just heard of before crashing on the island.

As the rest of them bickered about what could have happened to the stranger and why they would run away, Cody noticed drops of blood leading away from the puddle soaked into the sand. He glanced in the direction they headed, up towards the woods, before turning his eyes back to the trail and following after it. The indents in the sand made it look like whoever was there was stumbling, lending more evidence to them being seriously wounded.

Graham noticed his younger brother heading away towards the woods and called out worriedly, “Cody! Where are you going? Now isn’t the time for exploring.”

The blond simply pointed to the ground in front of him, “there’s more blood over here. I think whoever it was headed into the woods up there.” With that, the boy didn’t wait for his family to catch up, simply following after the drops on the ground.

When they catch up to him, Chief grabs his youngest son's shoulder before he can go into the tree line, pulling him back, “no way kiddo, we don't know if this person is hostile or not. Kade, Heatwave, head into the forest and see if you can track them down. The rest of you, head back to the wreck and see if you can find anything that could give us ideas as to who our mysterious guest is.” he patted his eldest on the shoulder with a small nod before heading back for the wreck.

Heatwave grumbled as he began trying to squeeze himself between the tightly packed trees of the forest without knocking any over, Kade not even bothering to hide his laughter as his partner managed to get himself stuck within minutes.

[pastafossa]

Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4​ did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.  

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

[snugglebug-92]

Could you write a fic where the reader makes a joke about beard burn to her friends and how she wouldn't mind some on her thighs and Jimmy overhears and offers to eat her out until she has some beard burn.

You had a few of your friends over at the house to pre-game for the party the boys were going to be hosting later that night. You were a few shots deep which meant you had a lot less of a filter than normal. Both Hannah and Alex were also a few shots deep so the three of you were talking about random fantasies the three of you had.

"Y/n I wouldn't mind your brother ramming into me the same way he rams players into the boards," Alex giggles. It was no secret she thought your brother was hot but then so did half of the girls on campus. You shake your head at the girl before leaning back against your bed.

"He's still home Lex. You better hope he didn't hear you," you laugh as her face turns red. She takes another shot and looks at you.

"Okay so we know Hannah likes Char, I like your brother but who do you like?" Alex questions.

"It doesn't matter," you shrug.

"Yes, it does," Hannah speaks up.

"Look if I give you a name will you drop it?" you question.

"Yes," both girls squeal.

"Snuggs," you say, and both girls' eyes go wide.

"The freshman?" Alex blinks at you.

"Yes the freshman," you roll your eyes.

"I have so many questions," Alex giggles.

"You said if I gave you a name you would drop it," you narrow your eyes at her.

"Please?" she begs.

"Fine just one question," you sigh knowing with how drunk she is the whole conversation will be forgotten tomorrow morning anyways.

"So you aren't worried he's like a virgin or bad in bed since he's like a freshman," Alex asks giggling, at every other word.

"Look I really don't care if he's not super great in bed. He's a sweetheart plus he has a beard so beard burn between my thighs and that alone is worth it," you moan thinking about it.

Little did you know right outside your open door listening to the conversation was Jimmy. He didn't know who you were talking about but all he heard was beard burn and he felt himself get hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that way about you but you were gorgeous and he had been head over heels in love since he first met you when he took a tour and met the team last year. He quickly walked away forgetting what he needed from the kitchen going back to the boys.

The three of you decide you had pre-gamed enough and head to the party. Alex goes to flirt with some guys and Hannah after a lot of convincing from you goes to talk to Charlie. You knew Charlie thought she was pretty and all the both of them needed was a little push.

You were leaning against the wall watching everyone when you feel an arm slip around your waist. You stiffen but don't put up a fight knowing by how muscular it is you would lose the fight. You slowly look up and see none other than Jimmy causing you to instantly relax.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," you smile slightly cuddling into his side. You were always a very touchy person so it wasn't unusual.

"You look beautiful tonight," he compliments. A light blush coats your cheeks and you are thankful that is it not very light in the house otherwise he would have seen in.

"Thank you," you grin. Jimmy wraps his other arm around you and places his head on your shoulder. The two of you stand in silence for a while until he finally speaks up.

"So I have a question," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah," you nod.

"What was that about beard burn between your thighs?" he questions. Your stomach drops and your face goes pale.

"I didn't mean anything about it I just," you sigh.

"I could help you with that. I mean I've got a little something here," he gestures to his face. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the boy. He looks at your expression and gulps. He definitely just ruined his chances with his dream girl now.

"I shouldn't have said that I'm gonna go," Jimmy sighs. You take one second to do the only rational thing in your mind. You absolutely plant one on him. He doesn't even freeze but instead, presses you against the wall. Your hands tangle in his hand and you moan when he slips his thigh between your legs brushing against your clothed center.

"Jimmy please," you whisper and he grabs your hand before leading you to your house. You two stumble up the stairs mainly due to the fact you keep trying to kiss.

Once you get up to your room he places you against the door and slots his lips to yours. You tug at his shirt and he slips it off before cupping your cheek.

"You still want this baby?" he questions looking into your eyes.

"Please kiss me," you beg. In a second his lips are back on yours. You thread your fingers through his brunette locks and he carries you to your bed. He sides your jean jacket off leaving you in just a pair of leggings and your bra top. He places open-mouthed kisses along the side of your jaw causing you to squirm under him. He reaches your collarbone and his hands ghost the top of your bra. You nod and he takes it off before cupping your breasts. He rolls both nipples causing you to arch your back against him. He kisses down to your waistband and you quickly shed those leaving you in just a pair of panties.

"We can stop right here if you want," he whispers placing kisses against your thigh.

"Please just ruin me," you moan, and his eyes darken.

"Okay," he growls ripping your panties off before rubbing his nose against your clit. He looks up at you before licking up your slit. Your eyes roll back to your head as he sucks your clit. He grazes your clit with his teeth causing you to arch your back and grind down against his face. You clench around nothing as you feel your first orgasm already approaching. You don't know if it's the fact you are slightly buzzed, the fact your dream man is on your knees for you, or how good he is but your cumming and he's barely even started.

"Do you want my fingers?" he questions and you nod.

"Please please," you whine as he slips one in. You scream out his name as his finger brushes your G-spot and you are seeing stars. He adds a second finger and you scream. Jimmy's thrusting his fingers in and out of you while sucking your clit and it's all so much. Your second orgasm is approaching and you cum on his fingers. He pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue. You're a moaning mess while his head is buried between your thighs and you never want him to stop. It feels so good and you're on the verge of your third orgasm when you start to feel it. The slight scratch of his stubble brushing against your sensitive thighs. You tug on his hair and he keeps his pace as you go into your 3rd orgasm. He pulls away and looks up at you watching your chest heave.

"Doin so good for me pretty girl," he smiles. You moan as you see his face coated in your slick. He places a kiss against your clit and you slightly push him away.

"Jimmy," you moan.

"You got one more in you, pretty girl. Please for me," he looks up at you and you nod as he gently sucks at your clit. He knows it won't take long so he's slow about everything wanting to savor this as long as possible. Your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train and you go limp as he pulls away. He stands up and cups your face pulling your attention to him.

"Do you need me to?" you question looking at him.

"No I already did," he blushes. You go to stand up but as your legs brush against each other you moan in discomfort. His dick wasn't even in you and you can barely walk. What was it going to be like when it was? He grabs his t-shirt and slips it over your head before carrying you to the bathroom. Once you are done in there you two go back to your bedroom and crawl into your bed. As you start to fall asleep Jimmy starts to leave causing you to grab his hand.

"Please stay," you beg and he slips into bed right next to you. You turn around in his arms and place your head on your chest before falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning Jimmy is gone but he left you a note you a quick to hide from your brother. Your door swings open to reveal Alex.

"Girl guess what," she squeals.

"As soon as you get me a pair of shorts or something I'll guess," you yawn. She grabs you a pair of shorts and holds up some panties causing you to nod. She tosses both your way and you slip the panties on. She looks at your thighs and her eyes go wide.

"Holy shit you didn't," she says. You shrug and she pulls you down forcing you to explain everything.

"Yeah, basically he overheard us and then made it a reality last night. 4 times and he didn't need anything in return. Best night of my life. Plus he didn't even use his dick and I could barely walk. Imagine what it will be like when he does," you laugh.

"Girl I still can't believe it's a freshman. Like yeah, Hannah likes a freshie but he's 21. You're a cougar," she giggles.

"What can I say. He's hot, plays hockey, and is great in bed," you shrug.

"Girl you better hope your brother doesn't find out," she says before pulling you downstairs. You shake your head at the girl but you hope that last night wasn't a one-time thing.

[cassipedia]

Review of Wonka (2023)

Hey, Cassipedia, what're you watching?

Just earlier this week, I watched Wonka (2023). It is a prequel film directed by Paul King based on Roald Dahl's novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory meant to show a young version of Willy Wonka and the start of his career as a chocolatier, before his famous Chocolate Factory. It is also a musical.

Do you recommend watching it?

With emphasis, yes! I nearly missed out on watching this movie because I saw the trailers and automatically assumed it was a modern, cash-grab reboot just like so many others. I think I had grown too jaded as a movie-watcher. I was going to skip it! Thankfully, a friend much smarter than I convinced me to go to a showing with her, and I was dazzled.

What's the story like?

This is a story about how Wonka's heartfelt pursuit of a dream to provide never-before-seen chocolates changes the lives of those around him. The setting is a somewhat fantastical and cartoonish world with the true-to-life troubles in which the greedy preys upon the good-hearted and chocolate is used as a form of bribery. But Wonka rolls into town, desiring to share affordable chocolates so anyone who eats them may feed their inner-child they've neglected, and also, to actual children who've been neglected. It's incredibly ironic too considering how the film about Wonka bringing some hope along with his chocolates had restored much of my faith in modern movies. Every major plot thread is woven back in, and even little threads I wasn’t expecting to come back did, all to form a loving tapestry of a story. There was only one or two minor characters who help Wonka that may have felt like their ‘gimmick' was underutilized but it's almost unnoticeable as those characters are still involved in the major plot points. It's all the charm and whimsy of a fairytale with the heartfelt weight of a motion picture.

What does the movie look like?

Imagine the prettiest candy shop that you've ever walked into. You know the ones, with glass jars of shiny reds, striped blues and glistening orange, all formed into amazing shapes and swirls. Even the ‘mundane’ scenes of the town and slums that Wonka spends much of his time in during the film have creative contraptions and such memorable set-dressing, like how a cartoon is an exaggerated form of reality.

How are the actors and actresses?

Every actor and actress perfectly fit their roles. I had first doubted that the lead actor could portray a good Willy Wonka when I saw the trailer, as I was worried the character was being turned into a youthful pretty boy, but in the film, I saw Wonka as a passionate chocolate-maker with the unrelenting and unconditional desire to bring smiles to those around him. I offer my kudos and apologies for underestimating Timothée Chalamet. At the heart of it, Wonka forms a friendship with an orphan girl whom grew up believing only the greedy ever won, and it was a joy to see Wonka’s efforts to give her hope for better, in part due to the endearing performance of Calah Lane. Much of the acting of all involved, especially in the case of the villains, was like a cartoon brought to life with how expressive and animated it was.

Wait, if it's a musical, how are the songs?

The scenes for the songs are very creative visually with a dream-like quality and where the bulk of the whimsical charm comes to life. But the songs are not simply one and done. I encourage you to listen closely over the course of the film, as your ear may catch the various motifs throughout. The music is an active participant in the film and the story, with just as much personality and expression as the actors and the setting. This movie also contains the cleverest usage of Gregorian chant I’ve ever seen.

If it's a prequel, should I watch or read anything beforehand?

This is a film that stands well on its own. There are homages to the 1971 film Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory but it will not be a distraction for anyone unfamiliar with that film. In terms of the book, though I had not read the original 1964 novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I did grow up reading Roald Dahl's other works The BFG and The Witches. During my time watching Wonka, I felt some part of me deep down stir from childhood memories, as I believe this film did capture Roald's style of creating worlds that were fantastical, with horrible beasts and incorrigible villains and the unkillable nature of child-like wonder. So, reading the book wouldn’t be a requirement, but I believe one whom has will have plenty to enjoy.

Who would like this movie most?

It’s a bit like asking ‘who likes eating dessert?’ This is a film that I think most would enjoy, regardless of age. Children would likely enjoy watching the monstrous, child-hating villains being bamboozled and getting their just desserts amidst the wonderous visuals, and adults of any age can easily enjoy the craftmanship of the finer details, while reminiscing on that childish wonder. This is a film that respects childhood, delighting in the silly moments but still managing to treat its audience from young to not-so-young with dignity and a straightforward message like a well-placed arrow.

Where can I watch it?

The film is available in theaters as of writing this and not for streaming, though I would frankly have recommended the theater experience anyways. The visuals and music are best enjoyed on a big screen! (But when it does eventually release in streaming or physical copies, I’m likely to also snag it then, as it will doubtlessly be a very cozy and enjoyable film to watch with family at home.)

Final thoughts?

Wonka is a film I underestimated and I highly recommend as a finely-polished and creative experience that did much to feed that movie-lover in my heart. Just as if being faced with that strange yet beautiful-looking chocolate you've never tried before, I encourage you to take at least one bite. Just like me, you might end up finding your new favorite movie.

[thebrokengate]

I believe it's implied that they're at least somewhat emotionally neglectful. There's a moment in the kitchen scene right before Stu takes off to the basement to bring Neil out where we can see this written on the whiteboard:

(screenshot taken from Beyond The Mask on YouTube's video, "Stu Macher's Parents HIDDEN MESSAGE in SCREAM (1996)")

"Hi Stu, sorry we missed your bday. We'll be back Sunday. Be good! Love, Mom + Dad"

Seems kinda normal on first glance maybe, but it also sort of implies a lack of emotional connection that they couldn't take the time to apologize for missing his birthday in person - at least implying that they're not around often enough to do so or to be present for important events such as their son's birthday, and for what reason is unknown. To be honest, looking at that giant house that's likely pretty expensive, I wouldn't be surprised if said neglect was due to both parents being constantly on business to pay the bills, which would also explain their several day absence.

Also in the scene where Billy is explaining to Sidney his motive for killing her mother, when he mentions that "maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior", he also makes a point to gesture toward Stu when he says that, which also implies that whether Stu's parents meant for it to happen or not, Stu was still feeling neglected - and being abandoned by their parents is something that I think Billy and Stu would probably have in some way connected over, whether Billy was open about feeling that emotional connection or not (I tend to think personally that Billy was often somewhat emotionally guarded even in his partnership with Stu [more of a context clue based assumption as when Billy tells Sidney the real reason he killed Maureen, both Stu and Sidney make similar expressions of realization {it's theorized that Stu might not have known the real reason either, but I also think it's easily possible his reaction was a "wait, you really told her?" response as I've recently been thinking about how in Scream 4- and if you haven't seen it and don't want spoilers, just skip this little part to the next dash- Charlie pulls a similar expression when Trevor mentions that Jill had texted him and asked him to come over to Kirby's house, and Charlie's expression is focused on where it almost seems to be one of "wait, what's that about?" - so tbh either option goes here as a possibility}, and given Billy's initial insisting on not having a motive, and in Scream 2- again skip this one to the next comma if you haven't seen it and don't want spoilers- Billy being referred to by Randy as being homo-repressed, it just feels as if he's likely to be more guarded about how he's really feeling and doesn't make a point to let that guard down and show off his struggles until it's too late; he'd just rather bottle it up and turn it into a Molotov cocktail.] Of the two, he's more of the controlled chaos until he breaks, generally seeming to be the more quiet and brooding character, so I just can't personally see him often dropping his guard around anyone.)

But anyway, it might've been "innocent" enough and it does often happen that kids get neglected by their parents when they have jobs that keep them super busy, and I personally believe that's what his relationship with his parents was like for Stu - that they were just too busy with their jobs to be there for him and left him alone in that big empty house enough that he ended up feeling neglected by them.

How do we think Stu's relationship is with his parents? Like we know Billy's is bad but what do we think about Stu?

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Apology Beer

The pilots with rio's went first today. That meant tomorrow it would be me, Hangman, Rooster, and Coyote. I was beyond nervous, seeing how defeated the other pilots looked while coming back.

My entire pilot life has led up to this moment. The moment where I got to fly against one of the best.

For now, I sat in my bed with the red envelope in my hand. I wiped my thumb across my mothers beautiful cursive handwriting. I missed her more than anything right now. It took everything in me not to rip open the letter and read it. I had to know what she needed to tell Pete Mitchell so badly.

I sighed and looked towards my suitcase. From the bottom of my bag, I dug out my stuffed wolf toy from when I was a child. I know, it's pretty embarrassing carrying around your childhood stuffed animal as an adult now. Somehow, having it made me feel more connected to my mom, like she was there with me.

I took the toy out and set it down on the desk. I sat down in the black rolling chair and leaned my head down on the wooden desk, becoming eye level with the toy. "Tell me something mom." I whispered, taking the small toys paw in between my fingers.

My phone buzzed, I picked it up looking at an unknown number. It was Phoenix. I smiled while adding her to my phone and responding.

Just as I hit send a knock sounded from my door. I was confused, I had just sent the message. Was she here already?

"Phoenix, I thought you said 8?" I opened the door to reveal a shocked Maverick. I was equally as surprised, immediately standing in a respective position, straightening my posture.

"Captain Mitchell-"

"No please, just call me Maverick."

"Maverick. What do I owe the pleasure?"

He looked awkward, like he wasn't sure what to say. "I, um, I don't know what you know about me, if you know anything at all. I, Uh- I'm sorry. This is weird, let me start over."

We both shared an awkward chuckle. I didn't know what to think of where this conversation could be going.

"I was told your mother is Charolette Blackwood. I was just wondering, how is she?"

My heart fell a little. He looked so eager to hear what I was about to say. I frowned a little. Though it had happened years ago, thinking about my mothers death still hurt me. "She, Um, she was good. She lost my dad, had me, got married, she enjoyed her job in DC."

There was a silence between us when I reached the end of my short story. I could tell that there was something in his face that might have put two and two together. "She..." I continued, mustering up the courage. "She got cancer. Stage four tumor spread across her spine. She passed away 6... almost 7 years ago now."

I could see the hurt that slowly spread across his face. His fingers fell to his front as he twiddled his thumbs around. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. She actually left me with this to give to you." I stepped into my room and took the envelope from off my desk and returned to my door. I gave him a weak smile as I handed the small letter to him. He looked down at it and took it gently in his hands.

Maverick looked up at me, I could almost see the glossiness in his eyes as he swallowed hard. "Thank you, this is great."

"She told me not to open it, that I would know when the time was right. So let me know what it says, yeah?" I couldn't help but feel a weight in my chest, like somehow I was betrayed by not getting to know what was in that letter. On the other hand, it wasn't my business. It was between my mom and Maverick.

"Hey y/n, let's get going! Oh, Mav, what's up?" Phoenix chirped, catching me off guard by the appearance of a new person. "Hey Um, I was just leaving. Thank you for passing along the message, Wolf." With that, he was gone.

Phoenix linked arms with me as she began to walk us down the hallway. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder to watch Maverick walk down the hall. I hoped that he would tell me soon what was in the letter.

I offered to take my car we we drive to The Hard Deck. This seemed to be the most popular hang-out place for this crew of pilots. She eagerly encouraged us to run down to the beach where I saw a small fire pit came into view.

"Aye Phoenix and wolf, glad you could make it!" Payback encouraged us to come over with the wave of his arm.

"Sorry we're late guys, I had to shower and Wolf was talking to Mav."

I widened my eyes a little bit, worried that someone might take that out of context. Giving him the letter was a personal matter.

"Talking to Mav?" Rooster questioned, looking up at me from his seat on the sand.

"I was just introducing myself." I tried to recover quickly. "You guys have had time to get acquainted with him, it's my first time meeting him. Just wanted to start off on the right foot."

"Oh come on, wolf. Mav's gonna love you. Especially after he sees you fly." Fanboy encouraged me, standing up to bring me an opened beer bottle. I gratefully took it, looking for a place to sit down around the fire.

I found one, between Rooster and Bob. Bob looked at me and waved. I waved back at him kindly. He turned around for a moment before resurfacing with a bag of marshmallows and a roasting stick, a goofy smile on his face.

Gratefully, I took the delicious snack and popped one on the Stick, putting it over the fire. "So, what did we miss?" I asked the group, getting cozy by the fire. Being by the ocean made the wind cold, so any part of my body that wasn't facing the fire received chills. I thought to put on sweatpants but only a naval academy t-shirt on for a top. If I get cold I'll just have to suffer.

"Fanboy and Payback were just explaining what happened today, Pheonix and Bob are gonna go next." Hangman responded to my question and then Gestured towards the pair.

"Well I think we did a pretty good job holding our own. But you know Maverick, he comes In from the bottom, and the front, then does the fly by break thing, there's just so many tricks that he knows. It's hard to maneuver around them." Phoenix explained in between bites of marshmallow.

This information was good, Great even. I could figure out what I needed to do to possibly beat Maverick tomorrow.

"He really gets you with that stopping thing." Bob huffed, checking his marshmallow that was roasting.

"Wait what's the stopping thing?" I asked, looking around the group.

"He pulls it whenever you're behind him and right as you get on missile lock he hits the breaks and pulls up, causing the plane to glide over the top of whoever is behind him." Rooster explained. His voice was flat, hardly even looking my direction as he talked.

I nodded, thinking for a minute. "Have you anticipated it? Breaking at the same time he does?"

"It's dangerous and stupid but you could try it if you have a death wish." Roosters mouth dripped with venom as he practically spat the words out of his mouth. he spoke as though he were talking to a toddler asking a stupid and obvious question. I was taken back by how hatful he seemed, surprised how in under one day we could be having a friendly conversation, and now this.

I looked around the group, they seemed to all be just as confused. Even Hangman gave rooster a sideways look. "Hey Bradley, don't be a dick." Hangman snapped at him.

The two men had a stare off before Rooster aggressively stood up and walked away. I hummed in wonder as I brought the beer bottle to my mouth, finishing it off. I took my marshmallow off the fire and then popped it into my mouth. "I'll be back." I mumbled.

Pushing myself off the cold sand, I jogged out towards the ocean where Rooster decided to storm off too. "Hey, Bradshaw." I announced as I slowed my jog down, the cold wind of the night getting to me.

I rubbed my arms gently to keep them warm as I looked up at him. "Look I'm sorry if I did something to upset you. It wasn't my intention."

He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the ocean waves that were calmly lapping at the cold sand beneath us. "Rooster, did you hear me?"

Once again, nothing. He brought his beer bottle to his mouth and took a long swig. He brought the bottle down, grunting out a sigh.

"Bradley-"

"I have a jacket."

I stopped, surprised by his off topic comment while I was giving quite the heartfelt apology if I do say so myself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I have a jacket in my car if your cold. I could go get it for you."

I didn't know what to say, or how to respond to it. It was a kind gesture, but poorly timed.

"This is my way of apologizing for snapping at you. I'm not very good at it." Rooster admitted, swirling the liquid around in his bottle.

"Boy I'd say." I huffed in astonishment. "What was that all about? I get that I'm the new guy but we're in this together, Bradley."

We turned on heel to walk back to where our cars were parked at the back of the bar. I spotted the blue Bronco instantly and walked towards it.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse. Just personal stuff." He mumbled the last part, finishing off the last of his beer as we approached his car.

All I did was nod while watching him go to the back seat and pull out a crew neck sweatshirt. It was deep forest green with white lettering of "Air Force" across the top of it. I took it from him gratefully, slipping it on my head. I couldn't help but notice the smell. A musk of pine and amber. A forestry yet subtle sweet aroma that I could curl up and bask in forever.

"Thank you."

"Here, I've got something else to sweeten the apology." Rooster smirked, moving to the bed of the car and pulling open a cooler lid. He pulled out a bottle of beer and handed it to me. "Local, craft, IPA."

"An apology beer?" I chuckled, Taking the bottle from Roosters hand and twisting the top off with my hand.

"Hope you like it, it's my favorite. You can get the sweatshirt back to me whenever." With that, he walked back over to the crowd, not another word from his mouth. I leaned against the back of his car, taking a sip of the beer. It was good, deep citrus flavor with bitter, woody notes in it.

I savored the unique beer flavor. Bradley had good taste, this was a good beer. Besides the faint wafting smell of beer going into my nose, his sweatshirt smell was overwhelming. I hated to say, it made me smile. No matter how moody he may be, (and it seems that he's pretty moody) I couldn't deny his attractiveness.

There was something about Bradley that made me want to know more about him. I heard plenty about him from the last mission. It's no secret he had become somewhat of a legend in the navy, along side Maverick. Maybe my attraction was coming from curiosity, wanting to know what made Bradley, Rooster. I already know what makes Jake Hangman; cockiness, skill, and ego. But I knew nothing about Bradley.

Four weeks. Four weeks with these pilots to figure out what makes them tick, their strengths and weaknesses. We would use those to push each other and help ourselves. All up until the moment we would be sent to fight to our deaths, the best of the best.

Next Chapter

[lyranova]

💫 New game: associate your mutuals and/or anons with something that fits their vibe! 💫

Ooo this looks fun! I apologize if I didn’t list all of my mutuals or if I forgot anyone 😭! But just know that I still love y’all the same 🥺💕! Also I tried to think of things that weren’t anime/blorbo related, so I apologize if they’re kinda weird 😅!

@eme-eleff - I associate you with roses, maybe it’s because your favorite is Charlotte, but I think the main reason I associate them with you is because they’re so lovely, so beautiful, and so resilient and that describes you very very much to me 🥰!

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare - I associate you with a pen or quill for some reason 🤔! Maybe it’s because of how amazing you write and how you string words together, or maybe it’s because words written with pens can heal/help someone and I know you’ve helped me lots! So I associate you with a pen 🥰!

@simpingforthisonedeer - I associate you with mythology oddly enough 😂! It’s probably because you’re so knowledge about things and you’ve been able to predict BC lore so accurately but that’s what I associate you with 😁!

@crazyclownthanos - I associate you with Clowns, and it’s probably because of your username, but i think it’s also because you’re a bright and joyful and you try to make those around you happy!

@delirious-donna - I associate you with Mexican Hot Chocolate! I tried it for the first time recently and it’s sweet but has this bit of spice to it that makes it extra amazing 😁! So you remind me of that because you and your writing is very sweet but is also pretty spicy (in a good way!) 👀💕!

@darkcloakedinfinitevoid - I associate you with the Aurora Borealis! Because it’s beautiful, full of bright and beautiful colors, and makes everyone who see’s it smile in awe! It’s also, imo, very special and amazing just like you 🥰!

@loosesodamarble - I associate you with Marbles XD! Mainly Because marbles are very beautiful, very rare, and very unique, just like you 🥰! If I had to choose a specific kind of marble, I would say you’re a Galaxy marble! Those are absolutely beautiful 😱!

@flow3rbudz - I associate you with butterflies! They’re so amazing and so beautiful, and in some Native American tribes butterflies represent Hope, Comfort, Transformation, and Positivity 🥰! So to me you’re a butterfly!

@toutorii - I associate you with Blue Poppy’s! Now in the West their meanings aren’t the best, but in the East they meant “Wealth” and “Luxury”, and I wish you all the wealth and luxury in the world 🥰! Also imo Blue Poppies are very beautiful and I actually like them more then the regular poppy’s, they almost look like little blue Umbrella’s hehe!

@talpup - I associate you with puppies 🤣! Maybe it’s because you just got a new puppy, but i think it’s mostly because you’re very sweet and you make everyone around you smile and you try your best to support and cheer everyone on 💕!

@bowandcurtsey - I associate you with Paper Lanterns! They’re so beautiful and I love seeing the paper festivals, it’s like watching a bunch of people releasing stars into the sky 😁! I also love how they mean Joy, Celebration, and Good fortune. So to me Paper Lanterns fit your vibe very much 🥰!

@hybridanafrost - I associate you with Snowflakes 🤣! Mostly because of Bianca having Ice magic, but also because snowflakes are so beautiful and each one is so unique, so to me you’re a beautiful giant snowflake 🥰!

@prince-of-peacocks - I associate you with Cherry Blossoms, mainly because of Kirsch, but also because they’re so pretty and so amazing, they’re actually some of my favorite flowers! I also love that they mean renewal and optimisim 😁!

@acacia-may - I associate you with the Acacia flower actually! They mean friendship, rebirth, support, and eternal life, which I think describes you perfectly because you’re very supportive and are an amazing friend 🥺💕!

@nozells - I associate you with old Black and White films! Like Charlie Chaplin or Alfred Hitchcock movies 🥰! They’re so unique and you can see how much work and creativity went into them, so I think old black and white movies fit your vibe 😁!

I had fun doing this anon, and I’m sorry to the mutuals I may’ve missed! I still love every single one of you 🥺💕💕 and if you want me to associate you with something you can always send me an ask!

[amillionmillionvoices]

can i do the insert prompt here? i’d love to see rebecca and ted reuniting after spending a few months apart :)

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

She texts him a week before he's set to come home, demands his flight information. Tells him she'll send a car. He tries to protest, that it's unnecessary, he'll take an Uber, but Rebecca just texts back, No, followed by a purple heart that makes his chest do a funny thing. So he sends her his itinerary.

The first surprise comes when he checks in, and the woman behind the counter tells him he's been upgraded to first class. You pull some strings, boss? he texts—because they're only texting, still, even after over a month of regular communication—and Rebecca replies just as he's taking his seat: Get some sleep if you can.

He doesn't, not even in the comfy lounge chairs of first class, but he does take a beer and eats the better food and watches a few movies with bleary eyes. He feels a bit on edge—always, always, heartbroken about leaving Henry, and guilty about the frisson of excitement he has on returning to Richmond. He's missed the team, and Beard, and coaching, and Mae's, and pasties, and Rebecca.

Ted leans back against his seat and lets out a sigh. He doesn't know what to do about Rebecca. The gulf between them feels slightly less vast, with their daily texts, but he hasn't heard her voice in months, and he feels both guilty and trepidatious, uncertain whether the distance is all him, or if it's something she likes, or doesn't care about, or isn't bothered by. He doesn't know if she's had sleepless nights, too, thinking about how much he misses her. How he feels like he's been a horrible friend. How much he wants to apologize, but doesn't know how to start. How he wants to get back to where they were, wants to move forward, so badly his chest aches with it.

He dozes off thinking of Rebecca, and jolts awake to the flight attendant saying they're preparing for landing.

And then there's the bustle for his bag, the long line at customs, the occasional shouts of "Hey, wanker!" across the hall. Ted smiles and hopes he doesn't look as completely ragged as he feels as he makes his way to baggage claim.

He expects Ollie, or Rebecca's driver Charlie, or even Higgins, who picked him up last time as a favor.

Instead, he pulls his bags off the carousel, turns around, and finds Rebecca standing in front of him, dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt that does admittedly great things for her arms, and a plain baseball cap that shadows her face.

Ted blinks, almost doesn't trust his tired eyes—but she's close enough that he can smell her perfume, so familiar, and it makes his throat tighten.

"Rebecca?"

She tilts her head higher and smiles, just a bit nervous around the edges, but trying to hide it. "Welcome back," she says, and looks, for a moment, like she wants to hug him, and he wants that so badly his arms tingle. She holds his gaze, but doesn't seem to find whatever it is she's looking for, because she reaches for his bag instead and says, "Come on. There's coffee for you in the car. How was your flight?"

Ted talks just to fill the silence, tells her all kinds of unnecessary things about the flight attendant who hadn't heard of Easy Rider and the man next to him who was listening to some kind of audiobook about 401ks at a volume meant to shatter glass, and he thanks her at least three times before they even make it out of Heathrow for upgrading his flight and she just shrugs like it's nothing and says, "Being the gaffer of a premier league team has to have some perks."

"Well, gettin' a ride from the boss herself is a pretty good perk on its own," he says, and swears Rebecca flushes.

"It's not a problem," she says, staring resolutely in front of her. "It's what any friend would do."

Ted blinks, studies her face, sees the way her eyes dart to his and then away, the way her fingers flex on the steering wheel—like she's put something into the air between them she isn't certain is true. Something she doesn't quite believe, but wants to. An olive branch, he thinks, and smiles, and for the first time in months, thinks they're probably going to be just fine.

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A poem. Charlie tilted his chin in thought, his smile softening as he watched him. Of course he already had lyrics in mind, but he couldn't help but wonder what kind of song it was. A warm feeling bubbled up in his chest when he realized he wouldn't even have to ask or wait until another meeting to get to hear it. He leaned against the counter, his chin in his hand, and watched as Vi lifted the bow again.

The first note left him with goosebumps. Charlie forced a slow breath out through his nose, finding it hard to keep looking at him but impossible to look away. He'd seen him on stage and heard his voice when he was in front of a crowd, but honestly? He preferred the way it sounded here. Without all the extra noise to obscure it, or the glare of lights to block out the finer details of Vi's face. He'd acted like it shouldn't be a shock to him that Vi knew who he was, but it wasn't just stardom that made it feel impossible. Even if they'd never known fame, it was hard to imagine Vi looking his way.

And it was a love song. Charlie warmed further and finally had to glance away, a bubble of air caught in his chest. Whoever it was meant for, Vi felt pretty deeply for him. That talk he'd done about a crush wasn't just some publicity stunt or idle gossip, it was real. The look in his eyes was too intense for it not to be. He studied the wine glass instead, though he glanced over at him when his voice broke, his gaze soft. He'd put on a hell of a show and had probably spent a good chunk of the day preparing for it. It didn't surprise him if his voice needed rest, though he regretted not getting to hear the rest of the song.

The agreement on a duet made him grin. "It-" He started, but then the rest of what he'd said hit him full in the chest, knocking the air right out of his lungs. Charlie stared at him for a moment, the gears in his head not so much turning as getting locked up in place. He stuttered out a meaningless syllable and then paused again. "Me?" He finally asked, as if there'd been anyone else in the room Vi could've been referring to. His mind ran back over the lyrics Vi had just sung to him-- oh. He supposed it could've been. Charlie sat up straight and struggled, his hands in his lap.

He hadn't really thought of that. Not.. really. Vi was beautiful, and he'd been so kind, but the possibility of it hadn't even crossed his mind. Until right then, and then he couldn't breathe. He wasn't publicly out as.. anything, but he'd known, after a while. He was pretty sure, at any rate, but he hadn't put much thought into it in the past few years.

And Vi was.. watching him with that smile that he'd found so pretty and now threatened to make his heart sing. He hadn't even realized how attracted he was to him, really, not until that door had been opened and it all came flooding out. "I- I'm sorry, I-" He started, realizing his shocked silence probably wasn't the ideal response, but then his eyes widened when he realized how an apology might sound. "I mean! I- I don't mean- Oh, shit, I-" his face was red and his heart was racing. Charlie pushed out an embarrassed laugh and pushed his face into his hands, trying to catch his breathe. "Gve me a second," he tried. Then he glanced up at him through his fingers. "Me?"

Victory checked his phone again, opening the messaging app and confirming for the hundredth time this was the right spot. He'd pulled off some kind of miracle in the last month, not only getting in contact with one of his favorite artists, but managing to keep it going almost regularly. And now he was standing outside of an unfamiliar building on an unfamiliar street in the middle of Appalachian nowhere, getting ready to meet him in person.

He'd dressed down for the occasion, mostly for his own sake, but for Charlie's too. His own success was leading to more and more people clocking him while he was out, and he doubted dressing like Elton John would help him blend in in a place like this. The bleached hair he'd been sporting recently was tucked nicely under a baseball cap, his extensive ink work covered by a baggy sweatshirt. He'd even taken his earrings out in a rush, storing them in his pocket when he realized he'd forgotten to leave them in his hotel room. The last thing Charlie needed was to be bombarded because he agreed to meet him.

In the middle of using his phone screen as a mirror, his eyes widened as it lit up with a text. Vi quickly shoved it in his pocket and gave a quick sweep of the area. He frowned for a moment, but before he could pull out his phone again, his eyes landed on a familiar face, his own quickly brightening into a grin. Bouncing on his feet, he laughed as he waved his arms to usher his pen pal over.

Charlie Reimes. Cane Corso had been a staple on his playlists for years, and here was the frontman in the flesh. -- All because he'd gotten drunk and too bold, sending him what was an embarrassing DM expressing his admiration. It was a testament to maybe not all of his questionable choices led to questionable outcomes.

Beaming, he practically hopped the rest of the way over to him, his smile toothy, cheeks pink, and his eyes crinkled. "I can't believe it! I don't think you understand how massive this is to me." He said, babbling a little in his excitement. "I can't even begin to thank you. You've been such an inspiration to me forever and-" Oh! Oh, shit. Face flooding with color, he lifted his hands to wave off the starstruck gibberish, and instead offered him his palm. "I-I'm Vi." He managed, "It's nice to see you in person."

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