#deserves tomatoes thrown at him too

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Parade Performer

Dpxdc Prompt #18

Every year Gotham hosts a parade where performers dress up as Gotham villains and go riding on a parade float around town while gothamites throw anything they can manage at them. These performers are paid an obscene amount for going through the abuse of every person living in Gotham. The more hated the villain the more the performers are paid, so obviously being the Joker pays the most.

Though, this doesn't matter much because every year the Joker kills the person that plays him during the parade.

So obviously Danny Fenton, a broke runaway that has already died once decides to be the Joker for the Gotham Villain's Parade.

Danny hates clowns.

Everyone in Gotham hates clowns, so he isn't special in that regard. No, he's special in that his hate for clowns does not stem from the Joker.

It's that specialty, along with the fact that he's used to people hating him his home town never really liked his protection, no matter how much they needed his help , and that he needs money to help him survive Gotham that has lead him to become a parade performer.

He joins a very short line of people who are desperate enough to dress as the worst Gotham has to offer.

He's the only one that's there for the role of the Joker.

All the people there look at him like he's a dead man walking.

He sits down and allows the makeup artist to turn him into an unrecognizable monster. She looks at Danny like she is stabbing a knife into his heart—which for all intents and purposes she is.

As he stares into the mirror he allows a change in his previous statement. He was turned into a monster for sure, but there was nothing unrecognizable about the man that had hurt every single person in Gotham City in some way.

He steps onto the float and prepares himself mentally. Whatever they say, whatever they do, they don't mean it about him. They are just taking out on him what they can't do to the man that has ruined so many lives.

Danny stands still as rotten tomatoes are thrown his way. He stands as still as a statue for all of the insults. The only time he moves is when knives and bullets rain upon him, he doesn't plan to die, not to misplaced anger.

He gets his money, it's enough that could last him into retirement. It doesn't matter too much as he is kidnapped 3 days later.

The Joker beats him with a crowbar, smashes all of his bones into pieces, and televises the whole event.

"This is what happens to those that mock me," he says, "There's only one Joker and that is me."

Danny knows he won't die, he doesn't have bones for the crowbar to break.

Red Hood doesn't know that. Jason Todd just sees a desperate kid that's about to get killed on live TV.

He loads his gun, find's the murderer that's haunted his dreams, his death, and his life. He shoots, no Bruce to stop him.

He picks up the kid and brings him to a safehouse. Jason is too late for the kid the same way Bruce was for him. He has no pulse, no breath entering his lungs. He deserves a peaceful resting place.

And then the kid's eyes open and Jason's world is turned upside down.

[bunny-jpeg]

wife

mark webber

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/47), wife kink, height difference, breeding kink, wife!reader, summertime fic, verbal worship

a/n: do you have baby fever? you do now! *flashbangs*

kimi raikkonen ver. - sebastian vettel ver. - jenson button ver.

while summer wasn't your favourite season you were happy at the very least that there had been a fair bit of sun. your little pet project had become helping your husband out in the garden behind the house you lived in. you had been mostly taking online summer courses for your degree prior to this year, but now that your degree was finally done you were a little more helpful outside. plus, you were never going to say no to be away from your desk.

you suggested to mark, that you start looking for a 'big girl job' and your loving, older husband simply patted you on the head and said, "take the summer off, you deserve a break!"

but you had a different idea of what break meant. you thought it was going to be a few months until the weather cooled down while mark through the break would end once your first child started primary school.

mark's hand grazed your lower back as he leaned in towards you while you were bent over giving your attention to the tomato plant. his touch was comforting, yet firm. he remarked with humor, "you take care of them so well. you're like their mother." and then laughed.

"i wouldn't say that, honey." you replied as you were upright once more. your husband wrapped his arms around you and pressed up against you.

something had been filling his mind lately. he was almost in his fifties! he thought it was about time that you two did a little family planning. the world of racing would like another webber and he thought you were the perfect woman to have them.

didn't help that he had been having a reoccurring dream. mrs. webber, happily greeting him with his son at your hip and pregnant with your second child, a daughter. kid looked just like him and you always had dinner ready for your little sprouting family. it itched a part of his brain that mark didn't think was possible. he wanted to see you pregnant with his child.

he placed a hand on your middle. it was already a little softer, but the idea of you with his child made a fire light in him. he held on and kissed your cheek with a gentle affection.

"let's go inside for a bit. too much sun isn't good for you." he said softly, even though the sun was now hidden behind some fluffy white clouds. mark loved how much smaller you felt compared to him. he was close to six foot two so he had to look down at you. especially when you were tucked away at his side.

softer, gentler, younger. near perfect to be the mother to his children. because you weren't going to stop at one, mark might be getting up there in age. but he could still keep up and keep you full.

he loved looking at you. your skin warmed by the sun. you had an old baseball cap of his on that you wore while you gardened, but mark had it off of you while he was shepherding you into the bedroom.

his wide hands on your hips as he got you into the room. he made his size difference known and it turned you on. it was quite the feeling that leapt in your chest. him being domineering as his hands then trailed up under your shirt.

he playfully scolded you, "you need to wear some sunscreen. i don't want to anything about my wife getting a sunburn." then kissed your cheek before the t-shirt was pushed up to just under your breasts. exposing your middle to him.

you soon stood there in your shorts, underwear and socks. your dirty shoes left by the door and your t-shirt thrown to the floor to be washed later. mark licked his lips and cupped your breasts in your bra with fondness. gonna need a bigger size in a few months. he exhaled before he leaned in for a deep kiss. he continued to undress you slowly. fuck, you looked beautiful. pretty breasts, soft curves, all belonged to mark webber. the thought made him hard.

he kissed you before he got his shirt off and kissed you again before he full got undressed. you ended up on the bed and he continued to kiss you deeply.his large hands roamed your beautiful body.

you moaned under his kisses and held onto his shoulders. your short nails dug into the skin for a moment as his kisses grew in passion. with a want in his gut for you. he groaned against in the kiss as his cock throbbed while pressed against your middle.

"fuck honey, i knew i had to have you all to myself. look at you." he said between heavy breaths. he got you on your back, further up the bed and said, "how did i get so lucky?" he got between your legs, "they don't make them like you anymore." he said cheekily as he rubbed his hard cock up against your slick entrance.

you blushed as you felt mark's cock up against you. you replied, "they don't make them like you anymore either."

mark adored you. he was deeply loving and protective. if he was protective now, imagine when you were having his baby?he soon sank into you and he loved the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his aching cock. his slice of paradise. he fit perfectly inside of you, his wife.

"fuck, mark." you groaned as you felt the euphoric state down to your nerves. you didn't think you'd crave sex as much as you did with mark.

he kissed your face with a gentle force. he clutched onto your soft thighs, "honey, you feel so good. i love you, i love you so much. you are the most - fuck - beautiful woman i've ever laid eyes on." his thrusts were steady as he pressed as far as he could inside of you. the two of you were chest to chest.

his cock nudged against your spongy warmth. mark was hefty in the cock department. he was big, but knew you took it beautifully. even under him, letting him take you with no protective. but he was certain that your body was needy for him.

mrs. webber with her two children, playing in the yard while her loving husband tended to your tomato plants. a domestic bliss. mark webber's little family, his pride and joys. mark loved it and maybe when they were in bed. he'd get to feel his wife's curves again.

"you feel amazing, honey. fuck, you're my angel. perfect beyond measure. look at you. all mine. the wife to end all wives." his thrusts grew stronger.

even at his age, he could still keep up. you couldn't even tease him because you would just be lying. more often you tapped out before mark could ever break a sweat.

his pace continued, it was heavier. his movements were more desperate, he needed his cute little wife. he was smart by putting a ring on you. maybe he should've waited till after you graduated before you got married, but you were already putting webber on assignments by accident.

now he could spend all summer making a baby with you. you have that free time, letting him fuck you, make love to you, breed you. the headboard creaked up against the wall while he thrusted up into you. he heavily panted and he kept up the pace. he wanted you deeply, like a throb in his body while he worked your core.

your back arched a little, you held onto the covers for support while mark shifted your hips a little and continued to fuck you at a pace that left you breathless. sweet noises left your lips as he continued to feverishly fuck you. the leap in your heart as the need for more pleasure grew.

"mark."

"yes, honey?" he panted as he held onto you tighter. the race in his soul and the excitement coursed through him.

"i need you." you gasped as the pleasure only mounted in your body. it was near overwhelming, you felt the leap in your pulse and the sweat on your body. to mark it looked painfully erotic. you felt the heightened euphoria, your soul begged for your husband. you knew that mark's main kink was you. you as his wife. you as the mother of his children. he had a thing for your carrying that title. it fit you lovely, just like his cock in you.

as it should be.

you were so close to your orgasm, close to being pushed over the euphoric edge. you panted heavily, he felt amazing against you. you were so needy when mark gave you that pleasure you desired. you could taste it in your throat. the noises got sweeter, pathetic in a beautiful way. you held on tighter to the covers as the feeling only grew in you.

mark shuddered and continued his heavy thrusts. he could feel it as well which only spurred him on to continue his movements. he wanted to make you feel the best you could possibly feel. to pour his love into you, a certain deep devotion that left you yearning for more.

"cum for me, baby. my honey, my wife, cum for me." he groaned as he dug his hands into your hips. with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you.

he kept his pace steady in a post-orgasmic bliss. running on a certain primal instinct as he hiked your hips up further and fucked your pussy. he fucked you through your orgasm as your back arched and you held onto the covers tightly for support. the pleasure consumed you and it left you panting and hot all over.

"beautiful." he slowed his pace to a stop. he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. he pulled out and got you into his arms while he laid next to you in bed. your leg over his hip as you laid facing him. your cheek against his chest. his words were so much softer as he said, "you're the perfect wife. you do everything for me, and i do everything for you."

-

"aw c'mon!" you huffed as you tried to get a better look at the tomato plant. the problem was that there was too much of the plant in your way to check on what you needed to see. the thing had grown like a monster over the early parts of summer!

"honey.. baby." mark said as he picked up your small daughter to see what was troubling you, "why don't you try getting a chair to sit down." he placed a hand on your lower back.

you exhaled, "i'm fine, i'm fine." you were currently four months pregnant with your second child. your daughter, stella, was three now and excited to be a big sister. you were still a stubborn little wife despite mark's guidance to relax.

you rubbed your lower back and looked to your daughter, "next year you'll help daddy and i pick all the tomatoes, right?" then tickled your daughter's middle which made the little girl laugh loudly.

she nodded eagerly and mark kissed her on the top of the head. already a total daddy's girl. you said you had dibs on being your second child's favourite.

mark gave you a small kiss on the cheek and said, "better yet, how about you sit with stelly-belly and i get you both something to drink and i'll check the plants?" his eyes lingered on your round middle, "you're not wonder woman, honey. and before our second peanut is born, why don't you enjoy today?"

you sighed, reluctant. but once you got an armful of your daughter you had no choice but to take a seat. you knew you weren't going to win this fight. you leaned in to kiss him before you headed towards the patio furniture near by.

"hey!" mark said and you looked over. he pointed at you, "not too much sun alright, don't need my girls getting a sunburn today." then winked at you. he smiled. he couldn't be happier, he had everything he needed and so much more <3

[cordidy]

Inviting them..

The L&Ds guys reacting to YOU paying for a date 🥰 (cause we like being spoiled but we are strong independant women too !)

It's my first L&Ds HC and english os not my mother tongue so please be nice 🙏

Zayne remains unphased by that. He is a pragmatic after all and while he loves spoiling the shit out of you, he also knows you like to be independant.

Big dates like fancy restaurants or trips will be for him (I mean, he is a doctor ffs) but afternoon coffee or, God forbides, quick unhealthy lunches before the movies or in between work are yours.

Neither of you mention it and it's a very normal thing (although he will never back of from paying if money is tight cause you had an unexpected expenditure)

It was a stupid accident !

Xavier had woken up late for your date and forgotten his wallet in the process. He was MORTIFIED when he realized he did not have any payment method, even more so when he saw you casually take out your own card like it's nothing at all. How could you be ok with him, your knight in shinning armor, using YOUR money ?!

Yet...it kind of feels nice to be provided for right ?

And you look soooooo happy as you tease him for being a "pampered little princess" since you paid for his coffee.

He will make sure to forget his wallet from time to time just to see your happy face.

The waiter starts to actually wonder if he should call an ambulance considering how much Rafayel is dying from laughter.

"You want to pay ?" If a look could kill he would be dead considering how embarrassed you are as you get red as a tomato.

Yes it's a fancy place but, come on, you work !

"Sure sure little Guppy" he adds, pating your head while CRYING as he gives his card to the waiter who doesn't know how to react as you start to pout.

9 for Rafayel - 0 for you still

Sylus LOVES IT.

At first, of course, he doesn't. You are his princess, his world, his everything and all he wants is to spoil the shit out of you as you deserve it just because you grace him with your presence buuuuut....

People are always around him for his money or power....

Even the twins started like this before becoming like annoying little brothers so, when he sees you readying your card in a Linkon coffee to pay for both your drinks, he is, for the first time, throwned off. Even more so as you act like it's the most normal thing in the world. After all, he "paid diner last night in a fancy restaurant and it's just coffee" you shrug off, rolling your eyes.

He will keep spoiling you and paying for basically everything but THIS cafe is your kingdom and whenever you go there, he gets to be "spoiled" (although he bought the place and put the money it makes on a private bank account for you)

[leaderwonim]

I LOVE YOU LIKE . . .

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem!reader

genre. fluff, angst in some of them if you squint

synopsis: in which enha members love you like different songs

LEE HEESEUNG

“i love you like seasons by wave to earth”

he was the bad boy who was afraid to love you because he was so scared he would ruin your life. he tried convincing you that it wouldn’t work, that you deserved way better than he could ever be.

“that’s not true hee,” you say as you cupped his face into your hands. “i love you and that’s all that matters.”

although lee heeseung swore to himself he would never fall in love, the idea is thrown out the window as soon as you muttered those 3 words that seemed to change his whole lookout on life.

“i love you.” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead, engulfing you into a hug. “thank you for loving me back in this universe.”

PARK JONGSEONG

“i love you like my love mine all mine by mitski”

jay was a certified lover boy by heart. people, more specifically, guys—would often tell jay it was too early to settle down and he should have as much fun as he could before that moment came.

he disagreed completely. jay wanted someone to love, someone who he’d propose to after dating for some time. he didn’t just want someone to warm his bed for the night, or call when he’s drunk and alone. he wanted someone who would stay up late to talk about spontaneous things like how many kids they wanted or what career they wanted to go into.

and he found himself lucky when he met you, the cute girl in his chemistry class on his first day at college. you swooned him over with just one smile, and he knew he was helpless right there and then.

“here—i can get that.” he says, reaching for your heavy backpack.

“oh it’s okay jay!” you quickly protest, but it’s to no avail because jay’s already got it swung around his shoulder, your textbooks in his hand.

“i can’t have my future children knowing i made their mother carry heavy items, can i?” he jokes, which makes you blush as you look down at your feet.

“enough jay! you’re gonna make me turn a tomato.”

it has only been one week since he’s asked you to be his girlfriend with some cliche chemistry pickup line, but it was the best decision of his life. after all, you were all his, and he was all yours.

SIM JAEYUN

“i love you like would that i by hozier”

sim jaeyun likes to think of your relationship as a breath of fresh air on the first day of summer vacation. he feels fulfilled when he’s with you, and he couldn’t ask the universe for a better feeling.

when you spoke about the things you loved, he listened in attentively, his pretty eyelashes batting as his ears concentrated themselves to only tune into your voice.

“hey! are you listening?” sunoo whines as he taps jake’s shoulder, but heeseung stops stops him.

“don’t bother,” heeseung snickers. “jake’s too obsessed with his girlfriend to hear you.”

he lives for picnic dates with you in autumn when the leaves are turning their pretty shade of orange. he’d pick a more secluded place, one where you can run off into the nearby grass while he chases after you, pulling you into a hug and placing kisses all over your face once he catches you

PARK SUNGHOON

“i love you like slut by taylor swift”

park sunghoon was most definitely the most popular guy in your uni. he had the looks and his shy but charming personality made him even more attractive to the girls.

when they first saw you walking around with sunghoon, there were rumors that he was just using you because they’d never seen him with a girl before and he wasn’t the type of guy to get into a relationship (but boy were they wrong)

he wanted to take things slow because he really liked you, so you two began hanging out more and more and he even introduced you to his friends — heeseung, jake and jay.

heeseung and jake even took you to the arcade after one of your long exams, claiming they needed to take care of sunghoon’s girlfriend even though he hadn’t officially asked you out yet.

when girls at the uni saw this, they freaked out, bombarding you with words like slut or whore simply because you were hanging out with sunghoon’s friends.

“i don’t know why they hate me so much.” you sniffle as you wipe away your tears. one of the girls had bumped into your shoulder harshly as she was walking by, creating a small but aching bruise where she had hit.

“c’mere.” sunghoon says, pulling you into his arms. “they’re just jealous because i like you and not them. you’re the most beautiful and sweetest girl i know.”

even though everybody seemed to like park sunghoon, he made it clear that he wanted you, and when he pulled you in earlier as you cried to him, you realized that in a world full of boys, park sunghoon was a gentleman.

KIM SUNOO

“i love you like sweet by cigarettes after sex”

it was truly easy to fall in love with kim sunoo. he was the epitome of sunshine, and he made your days just a little bit brighter by simply being around you.

loving kim sunoo was sweet and delicate, going on small dates where you two would walk around and eat street food as you admired the views that seoul had to offer.

“i love you, you know that?” sunoo suddenly says, finishing up the last of the bread he bought from the sweet old lady vendor next to your house.

“all of a sudden?” you giggle nervously, tippy toeing to place a small kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“just thought i’d let you know.” he shrugs. “i love you more than anything.”

“i love you too sun,” you smile. “you’re the sweetest boy i could ask for.”

YANG JUNGWON

“i love you like real love baby by father john misty”

loving yang jungwon felt like finally kissing your soulmate in the rain.

it felt like kissing them with such a passion even though both of your hairs are wet from the water and you swear that you’ll catch a cold the next day by your soaked clothes.

however, it doesn’t matter because you’re finally with the one person that you want.

loving yang jungwon felt like that. it felt real, and it felt like it was the final piece in your missing puzzle.

“wanna dance in the rain?” jungwon asks, eyebrows wiggling themselves at you.

you roll your eyes, smacking your hand against his chest softly. “and risk catching a fever? i thought you were more responsible than that yang.”

“ouch,” he says, holding his chest. “we’re on last name basis now?”

you pull him in, placing a kiss so quickly on his lips that he whines when you push him back.

“that was not fair!” he says, sitting himself next to you on the soft fuzzy floor.

“oh my won baby,” you tease. “we can dance in the rain only if you promise we get chinese takeout after.”

“PROMISE!” he shrieks, grabbing your hand as he practically runs over to the coat shack.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“i love you like black friday by tom odell”

nishimura riki was a joker by heart. he loved playing around and making jokes because it made his body rush with dopamine that fueled his ability to keep going.

however, when he was with you, it was like there was a whole new side to him — that not even his friends or family knew.

“i wish i had a better body,” you say, frowning as you look down at your legs that were currently tangled with riki’s on the couch. “i wanna be perfect like all of my friends.”

the clicking of his remote stops immediately after you say that, his game console long abandoned as he untangles his legs from yours, pulling you straight into his arms.

“yah, where is this coming from?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “did someone say something?”

“no.” you sigh.

“you know that you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever set my eyes on?” he says, holding your shoulders so that he could make direct eye contact with you. “pretty like the ocean, pretty like the wind, everytime i’m around you — i get this rush of adrenaline. you make me so happy.”

your eyes soften at his sweet and genuine tone, wrapping your arms around his neck as you play with his hair. “i love you riki, you make me happy too.”

he lets you lay your head on his lap as he plays his game, your laugh every time he made a noise of disapproval at his teammates made his heart leap.

[lovelucilfer]

self indulgent fluff for my beloved husband's birthday!! after worrying that I wouldn't have anything to post for him, I somehow managed to write this. I love him and he deserves nothing but softness. happy birthday to my favourite uchiha. 🍅🍙💙

The first thing Sasuke notices when he wakes, sitting up as he blinks the sleep from his tired eyes, is the unusual absence on your side of the bed. It's rare for you to rouse before he does, but a press of his hand to the sheets and the warmth still clinging to them tells him that you're not far. Though he already has a sneaking suspicion as to where you've disappeared to. One that makes a fond smile tug at the corners of his lips as he gets up.

Instead of going about his morning routine as he usually would, Sasuke wanders out from your bedroom, padding carefully down the hallway towards the kitchen of your home. This is where you are, he's certain of it — if the sweet, resounding hum of your voice and clattering dishes are anything to go by.

Sure enough, as he breaches the doorway, leaning against its frame, there you are. The sight of you makes Sasuke soften, his muscles going lax as he refrains from making his presence known just yet. You're still in your pajamas, hair thrown up into a haphazard bun to keep it from falling into your eyes as you cook. He takes his time letting his heavily lidded gaze roam over you, appreciating every curve and inch of your exposed skin as you work; the crook of your neck, the inviting slope of your shoulder, and your bare thighs. All favourite places of his.

Sasuke knows that you know what day it is, and the thought that you've gone out of your way to wake up earlier than you typically like to in order to make him breakfast has warmth spreading through his chest. The small ways in which you show your love for him, and choose to celebrate him, never going unnoticed. His fingers twitch with want as he pushes himself from the door, tempted to reach out and pull you close as he splays them over your skin.

"You're up early." Sasuke murmurs, startling you with the low rasp of his voice, a hint of amusement in his tone as he watches you turn your head to look at him with pleasant surprise.

His name falls from your lips at the familiar sound, breathy and affectionate, and a smirk tugs at his lips in response as he quietly closes the distance between the two of you. Sasuke's hand finds your hip to give it a gentle squeeze in greeting. Dropping his head to nose along your neck, he breathes you in before brushing his lips against your shoulder.

"I am," you confirm, a giggle bubbling up from your mouth as Sasuke's hair tickles you, "Go sit, it's almost ready."

Sasuke hums, reluctant to pull away from the comfort of your body heat, but moves to seat himself at the kitchen table as per your request. He knows better than to argue, and he wouldn't want you to think that the effort of your doting gesture has been lost on him. It's quite the opposite, as he gazes at you there's nothing but unadulterated love in his eyes. You can see it too, suddenly feeling shy as you set his food down in front of him. It isn't uncommon for you to make breakfast, but something about this morning, knowing you've made it especially with him in mind has it feeling extra special.

When Sasuke glances down at the plate before him on the table his heart squeezes in his chest. All of his favourites are included, prepared undoubtedly with love and care, but there's one thing in particular that has an unexpected rush of emotion catching him off guard. Cherry tomatoes, that you've somehow managed to slice deftly into the shape of small hearts.

You worry at your bottom lip as you arrange your own breakfast, skimming through your mind for anything you could have missed while you wait for the telltale sound of Sasuke's hum of approval. It's a sound you've become partial to, taking pleasure in it whenever you get the chance to cook for the both of you. But it doesn't come, and you can feel the weight of Sasuke's gaze, the silence eating away at you as your pulse quickens with concern.

"Is it too much? It's silly... childish, I know—" you stammer, shaking your head as heat starts to rise to your face in embarrassment, turning to look at him only to be met with the hard plane of his chest, "Mm!"

You're interrupted by the firm press of Sasuke's lips to yours, his hand finding the small of your back with practiced ease as he circles your waist, scooping you into his embrace as he kisses you. It's all-consuming, the kind of kiss that steals your breath and has you chasing after his mouth once he pulls away — as is every kiss Sasuke initiates, you've found. You flush at the sudden proximity, melting at the feel of his hot breath fanning out over your lips as your own hands come up to cup his face instinctively. Brushing your thumbs along his jaw, your eyes search his, filled with love and longing.

"It's perfect." He insists, his voice carrying a warmth and tenderness saved solely for you as he dispels your worries, "Thank you."

Sasuke's words are saturated with sincerity, his gratitude evident as he punctuates them with yet another deep, fervent kiss. He feels your arms slide up to wrap around his neck as he captures your lips, revelling in the way that you arch into him, even as he pulls away to study your delicate features. Several moments pass as you peer at one another, time seeming to suspend itself as the two of you bask in the intimate exchange.

"Happy birthday, Sasuke." you tell him finally, your voice dripping with adoration as you brush the hair from his face, wanting to look at him fully.

It makes Sasuke's heart skip a beat, fluttering in his chest as he peers down at you with a soft reverence that speaks volumes to the depths of his love and appreciation for you. Seeing the same love reflected back at him in your eyes, he can't help but to smile. He knows that in that moment, every birthday from here on will be a good one, so long as he gets to spend it by your side.

[kkatastrophic]

Danganronpa Characters Watching a Move (at the cinema)

Eats all their food before the movie starts:

Akane - Foodie

Aoi - No self control when it comes to food

Hiro - Somehow accidentally eats it all

Kaito - Trips while walking up the stairs and spills it everywhere.

Nagito - Eats it during the trailers

Cries when the supporting character/animal dies:

Chihiro - Cries when the dog dies

Gundham - Also cries when the dog dies

Himiko - ALSO cries when the dog dies

Kaede - "They were such a supportive character *sniff, sob*"

Mikan - (She cried because the opening was too loud)

Peko - She cried when the dogs were separated in the street

Sakura - "What a loyal character"

Sonia - Cries when the dog dies

Monomi/Usami - "They didn't deserve that" <- Animal and Character

Nekomaru - "They took one for the team... that's loyalty... *sniffling*"

Throws Popcorn/Food at People:

Fuyuhiko - He hits the couple infront of him while they're kissing

Hiyoko - She dumps it on the people being too loud and laughs at them

Kokichi - Throws from far away, Kaito gets blamed and escorted out

Leon - Incredible accuracy, hits the screen when the characters talk, often lands "in their mouths"

Mondo - Throwing popcorn with Leon, missing most of the time, but still having fun.

Monotaro - Dumps it all on his siblings

Gets kicked out of the cinema:

Junko - Already got a permanent ban from it, escorted out on sight.

Kazuichi - Somehow accidentally does something really bad and has to be escorted out, he leaves with Kaito.

Mukuro - Saw the prices of her favourite slushie go up by 50c and threatened the cashier with a hunting knife.

Teruteru - He was innapropriate to the female worker/s.

Monokuma - Escorted out on sight, left right after sneaking in with Junko.

Talking the Whole Time (mostly gets popcorn thrown at them):

Angie - I don't know why, but I think she would.

Ibuki - Extremely loud and constantly gets "shushed"

Hifumi - Rambles about the actors and their voice overs in different anime.

Sayaka - Accidentally unaware, always notices easter eggs

Kiyotaka - Unaware socially and doesn't realise it's wrong

Tenko - Screams at the screen whenever a male comes on, gets shushed constantly and is escorted out to the lobby to wait for the movie to finish.

Monokid - He's just really loud.

Watching the Movie in Peace:

Imposter/Twogami - He's chill about the movie, eats his food quickly and constantly gets up to get more.

Chiaki - Relaxing, fell asleep after the first song/instrumental

Kirumi - Picking up rubbish/popcorn from the floor to help the workers. Stays late to assist with cleanup.

Korekiyo - Occasionally comments, but enjoys the movie nevertheless.

Kyoko - Still and silent, making sligh "huh" "ohhh" noises when she realises plot twists are coming up.

Monodam - Tells everybody to get along, sits with Monomi/Usami and tells the people around him to shush.

Shuichi - Done with everybodies shit by the end, but tolerates it for the other viewers sakes'.

Rantaro - He got no development, I didn't know where to put him.

Ryoma - Sits at the front because he can't see over the seats, quiet and isn't bothered by the others.

Spoils it on Accident:

Keebo - "I read an online forum" and then spoils the majority of the movie.

Mahiru - Searched all the actors on IMDB, watched trailers, found many full movie essay reviews on the movie before buying tickets, went on rotten tomatos for reviews. She wanted to get her moneys worth!

Makoto - Already seen it before because it was trending a week prior, accidentally spoils it but the people next to him don't mind.

Tsumugi - Got spoilers by Mahiru, was already in the fandom, came in cosplay and spoiled a bunch of it while rambling.

Gonta - "Gonta heard (spoils entire plot, then starts talking about the bee movie)"

Monophanie - "Hm I watched a movie like this... (<- It was the movie they were watching and she spoiled it all.)

Hajime - "Oh no... I'm a failure!" "Yes Hajime, a reserve course student hanging out with the Ultimates... you should be a stepping stone!" (<- He then gets mad at Nagito and spoils it to him purposefully, others hear though.)

Spoils it on Purpose:

Byakuya - Ruins the fun for his own enjoyment

Monosuke - Just wants to be annoying

Celestia - Somebody annoyed her because they took too long to order tickets, she got mad and spoiled it for the rest of the cinema loudly when she walked out of the movie.

Miu - Does it for shits and giggles

Toko - Depending on her mood. She gets mad at somebody next to her and yells at them.

Maki - Was in a bad mood when she walked in, only spoiled it because Kaito was escorted out due to Kokichis bad behaviour.

I LOVE MAKING THESE TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS BELOW!

[how-serene]

Try A Little Tenderness

Pairing - Bob Taylor x Neutral!Reader

Summary - Bob comes home to find you, and the sweetest surprise.

Word count - 874

Warnings - slight mention of anxiety, fluff, comfort, gender neutral reader, bob crying, no use of y/n, soft moments with bob

A/N - Just a lil date night with Bob, my boy deserves the world. Decided to upload it early!

Bob walked inside, shoulders finally easing as he shut and locked the front door. The little nauseating ball of anxiety he had been carrying around with him throughout the day dissipated. He could almost feel the warmth on his back emanating from the kitchen light. Somewhere, you were humming a mindless tune, causing the trembling of his hands to still. 

You were home. 

He placed his shoes on the floor by the entrance door, and hurriedly turned to find you. Although he never had to look too far. Not too long ago his home was more of a shell, bare boned on the inside with not so much as a dining table. Suddenly you came along, and the empty vessel of his house became a home. Little parts of your presence were everywhere. From the patterned quilt thrown over the back of the couch, to the thrifted clock you found in the shape of a whale that hung in the hallway. It was a lovely reminder that you were here, all the time. His eyes ran over the little bits of clutter you added to his home before he finally found you, in the kitchen. 

You had an apron on, a wooden spoon clutched in your hand as you stirred whatever was cooking on the stove. The savory aroma of tomato sauce wafted into his nose as he slowly approached you. You looked over your shoulder, smiling at his presence. He watched as you shut the burner off, and turned to throw your arms around him. 

He melted into the embrace, your body warm from being in the stuffy kitchen for so long. He felt your fingers scratch the back of his head, toying with his dark locks. 

“You’re home early,” you said, voice muffled as he held you against his chest. You pulled back, brushing back the hair over his eyes. His gaze lingered on you, trailing over your sweet features that left him breathless if he stared too long. You quickly pecked his cheek, your soft lips causing heat to rise to his face. His heart stuttered from the action. 

“Come on, handsome boy, I want to show you something.” You grasped his hand, dragging him to the dining room. You were buzzing from your own excitement, feeling nerves swell inside as you approached the surprise. 

‘What are you-

His words faded as his eyes took in the sight. The cheap, wooden dining table was dressed with a white cloth, as lit candles and various flowers decorated the top. Your own hand never left his, though he could feel you were shaking. 

“I originally planned to have everything done before you came home, but you showed up earlier than I thought.” You explained, running your thumb over his knuckles (if only to distract your own nervousness.) 

His eyes stung as they began to water, he swallowed the tight lump forming in his throat. You were so sweet. Oh god, you were too sweet and too good for him. This wasn’t even the first time you’d done this, but it still knocked him back every time. 

“Bob?” He heard you call his name, somewhere far off in the distance. You entered his blurry vision, looking at him with concern. Your warm palm rested against his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin. 

“T-Thank you” he stuttered out, his voice small and quiet. Your lips met his, only briefly, making his head feel fuzzy. You gently nudged him toward his seat, hands guiding him to sit down. 

“I’ll be back,” you rushed back to the kitchen, and brought in a pan filled with pasta and that familiar smell of spaghetti sauce. The apron was gone. 

He rubbed his hands over his knees, as he watched you place the pan on the table (with a pair of tongs) and sit across from him. Your eyes met across the small dining table. He drank in the lovely sight of you, all golden and light as the candles flickered and swayed. An overwhelming wave of fondness washed over him.

You looked away from him, fidgeting in your seat. 

“Well, let’s eat.” 

The Platters played from the speakers, the voice of Tony Williams filling the living room. Bob and you were curled up on the couch, the candles on the table beginning to dim. The dirty dishes were piled in the sink, forgotten as Bob rested on top of you. His ear was pressed against your chest, listening to the faint thump of your heart. He sighed, as your hands ran through his hair, causing him to sink further and further away. He struggled to fight against the drowsiness pulling his body under, but the sound of you quietly singing along only further soothed him. 

I love you, he thought. The words on the tip of his tongue yet never leaving his mouth. He felt himself drift off, snuggling further into your chest. 

Maybe he’ll say it to you another time, when he was confident enough to look you in the eye. 

You deserved that much and more, he believed. 

Tony Williams' voice filled his head, before he finally succumbed to sleep. 

"Each day I pray for evening Just to be with you Together at last at twilight time"

[theramblergal]

Day 2 for our fiery lovers' celebration! (@pandavapanchaliweek) Word count: 2013 Relationship: Bhima x Draupadi

Laksha stirred the tomatoes as the spices sizzled at the bottom of the pot. He leaned in, inspecting the colour of the tomatoes as he rubbed his ear absentmindedly, the silence straining his hearing.

The kitchen was empty.

Everyone—the cooks, the helper boys, even the little orphan kid who hung around the kitchen and everyone adored—had snuck away to see the latest bouts of wrestling. Especially because Ballava was there. 

Laksha did not see the point in wrestling. What sort of pleasure was to be found in smashing another’s face in while others cheered them on, or even watching two people seeking to beat the other into submission? It was all too violent for him.

Was he also a little bitter that Ballava was so well-regarded? Enough to empty out the kitchen, particularly when there was so much work to do?

Perhaps so. He allowed himself to feel it.

Laksha had been cooking since he was a boy himself. It was his only skill, his pride and joy. He had worked in the kitchens of the Matsya palace ever since he was twelve. There was nothing more he loved than to cook. It had been a long-cherished but deeply hidden dream of his to one day be the head cook of the palace. 

But just as he had begun to allow himself the hope that his dishes were good enough for Raja Virata to notice him and appoint him to a higher position, Ballava had come and thrown the whole kitchen into a whirlwind. He had heard from other servants that the king had declared that Ballava was “too divine to be a mere cook” upon meeting him, and it was only on the insistence of the man himself that the king appointed him the head cook, without even tasting a single dish of his.

Laksha was not bitter about it now, no. 

He agreed that Ballava deserved the position; there was something strangely magnetic about him, that drew others to speak to him without any fear of judgement. The wrestler had a manner of cooking that told Laksha just how much passion he had, and how much practice he had had, probably since he was a small child. It was a passion borne out of wanting the people he loved to eat good food. And besides, Laksha had now come to realise just how much people-management the position of head cook required, and Ballava was uniquely suited to that job. As though he had had the practice before.

Laksha had to admit that he, too, was a little curious about the man.

Ballava claimed to have worked in Indraprastha, under king Yudhishthira. And that he had left the kingdom after that unfortunate mishap with the Kuru royals. Laksha was not one to judge; he did not really give too much thought to others’ backgrounds. But there was something… interesting about the man, to say the least. Some of the things he claimed did not exactly match up with his personality, or the way he acted, or the way he gazed off into the distance when he thought no one was looking.

He heard voices.

Laksha frowned, and took the pot off the fire, dousing it quickly. He had not expected anyone to come back this quickly, but it wouldn’t hurt for him to take a break and investigate who it was.

He strained his ears, nudging closer to where the original sounds had come from.

It was from one of the kitchen antechambers, where all the fresh produce was stored. Laksha recognized Ballava’s rough voice, but the other voice was much softer, more warmer. A little worried.

A woman’s voice, realized Laksha. 

And then he frowned again.

What was Ballava doing in the company of a woman? 

Ballava had once said, when asked if he had any family (there had been a noticeable pause and a solemn gaze off into the distance, brief distress crossing his face which was like an open book), “No. Lost my parents to the woods when I was a lad, and my brother—s were… No, I have no one.” He had not finished his sentence, because the guards had come striding in at that moment and asked for Ballava to be sent to the king.

He focused on the conversation.

He heard Ballava hiss very softly, the sound one of momentary pain.

“—I told you not to attempt that move—oh, Jayanta, I’m sorry. You know it hurts—”

The woman’s voice vacillated between a multitude of emotions. First indignation, then concern and mollification. 

Now, Laksha was a simple man. The other cooks teased him for being a simpleton who only understood food. But he understood emotions too, and the emotions in this woman’s voice was something old and trialled, as though she had gone through that storm a thousand times before. It was familiar, muscle memory, just like Laksha knew the steps to preparing any of his dishes without needing to refer to anything. 

“Kr—Malini. It’s okay. You don’t have to do this every time.”

There were strange pauses in Ballava’s voice as he spoke. As though he was biting back endearments that were so common for him to say that he had to force himself to slow down, consider his words before he spoke them into existence. 

“Don’t have to do this? Jayanta. Need I remind you of the countless times you have—helped me? What is a sairandhri tending to the wounds of the king Virata’s foremost wrestler in the face of everything you have done for me?”

The woman’s voice was suddenly transformed, from soothing to commanding, an undercurrent of power, that demanded: listen to me; authority speaks here. 

“What of the things I have not done for you? They haunt me every day, Malini. In my every waking moment, in my every dream. The rage that curdles my blood like milk to curd is writhing in stagnation. I do not know how much longer I can bear this complacency.”

There was a fire unlike anything Laksha had ever heard in Ballava’s voice. He shivered, as the wind slightly picked up pace around them.

The woman made a soft shushing noise. 

“Don't,” she warned, and her voice was so full of anguish that Laksha felt his own heart clench. 

There was silence around the corner for a minute. 

Laksha tightened his hands’ grip on each other. 

Ballava and this woman—a sairandhri, if her words were to be believed—knew each other. Very well, if the accounts of their deeds for each other, and the familiarity with which they handled the other, as though they were the only other person in the world they could share their burdens with.

There was silence for a bit more, the only sounds being the faint shifting of cloth and body and the faint sound of medicinal paste being applied onto fingers, then transferred to skin. 

Laksha wondered if he could dare a peek around the corner.

Very slowly, he crept closer to the edge.

He saw them.

Ballava’s towering figure, which dwarfed all men save Senapati Kichaka, was hunched over beside the slender form of a woman. The way his body was angled towards the woman spoke a hundred things: the direction of his knees pointing towards her said I will listen to anything you say, do anything you ask if only you say the words; the droop in his posture was deliberate, calculated to an exact angle so the woman could reach every part of his body, it suggested we have danced these exact steps a hundred thousand times and we will do it a hundred thousand times more; the loose, open curl of his fingers in her grasp spoke I have put my very life in your hands, and I will continue to do so, because there are few others I trust to put my body through healing the way I do you; the protective curl of his posture offered I will stand between you and the world if need be, I will give up my life, my existence, anything just to see you safe.

The woman seemed like a child next to the enormity of Ballava’s form. Yet, there was a sort of fire in her that was both tempered and not at the same time. She drew attention, and she blended into the shadows at the same time. It was impossible to ignore her, now that he had seen her. Her dark skinned fingers lightly brushed over bruises on Bhima's warmer skin, and there was a tenderness in the skimming of her fingers, yet a fierce fire in her gaze as she looked at Ballava.

It was such a contrast, but it seemed to fit seamlessly between them, this unspoken thing that never passed their lips but screamed from their bodies. 

Ballava looked so… whole, with the woman beside him. As though she filled all the empty spaces that he didn't know even existed in him, as though there was no other place for them but beside each other.

And Laksha had never had any interest in romance, but he felt a pure sort of longing well up in him, to know someone so wholly that their mere presence healed all the broken parts of him.

“So,” there was some forced cheer in Ballava's voice. “Are the other maids still teasing you about your affection for me, Malini?”

A small smile flickered on the woman's face. It was brief, like a storm cloud passing over the sun, but it lit up Ballava's face in a way unlike anything Laksha had ever seen before. 

“They never stopped,” she answered, and the joy in her voice was rain on parched land, especially from the way Ballava drank in the lightened expression on her face, as though she was his light source.

The woman stood. 

Her fingers lingered on Ballava's forearm, a touch too intimate. He looked up to her, and the vulnerability in his face was a touch too painful. She cupped his face and kissed his brow feather-light, and Laksha turned away as Ballava's eyes fluttered shut. That moment was far too intimate for him to intrude on.

Laksha retreated to the kitchen, heart aflame with feelings he did not understand. 

He stared at his soup.

That woman clearly meant a lot to Ballava, perhaps just as much (even more than) as Laksha loved his food. They had known each other for a long time, he surmised. He wondered if she had ever tasted Ballava's food… that was probably a stupid thought. Ballava's food left an aftertaste of love so strong that the person who had his food felt the residue of that love for several minutes after. And from the way he handled himself around the woman, it was obviously evident that his love sprung from her.

Laksha shook his head.

It was not his place to question who she was to Ballava. His business was his own; his emotions, painful as they were, were something he had to deal with himself.

He heard footsteps, and on impulse, he grabbed a bowl and filled it with the soup he had just reheated. 

Ballava entered. 

The vulnerability in his expression was gone. There was a certain steadiness to his posture, however, that Laksha supposed came from spending a few moments with the woman he loved. 

He met Ballava's eyes.

Laksha proffered the bowl, full of steaming soup. 

“I figured you might be exhausted from all the elephants and lions you wrestled. Here, have some and relax a little.”

Laksha relished the confusion in the taller man's face. He supposed it was warranted, because Laksha rarely offered his food to others if they hadn't specifically asked for it. 

But he had seen the other side of Ballava. 

Whatever hidden secrets he had, whatever things he might have done in the past, Ballava loved and Laksha respected that. He did not deserve the coldness that Laksha had been treating him with these past eight months.

Ballava smiled.

It was relieved. 

“Thank you,” he said, and Laksha smiled back at him.

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

Secrets (D.W. x Reader)

Dean Winchester x Female! Reader Request: Could I make a supernatural request? Reader has written in her diary about her crush on dean and doesn't know he feels the same way. Jack doesn't know what a diary is and finds it sitting with a bunch of books or something and reads it. Since he doesn't know what the book is he reads a few passages out loud to the brothers. The reader probably gets pissed off and Dean says how he feels.

Warnings: Angst, Reader is mean to jack a little. Overall pretty fluffy. Rating: Anyone can read this!

A/N: I am accepting a supernatural tag list, if you like to join please leave a comment or send an ask! I also am still accepting Requests!

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It has now been days since you have had a case. This means you got a very long break that you deserved. The bunker was nice and quiet, for the first time in a very long time.

You were sitting at the table with Sam, Jack, and Dean. Writing in your diary. Yes, you understood that having a diary was kinda...childish. But, did you care? No. It helped you cope with everything that has been thrown at you over the years of hunting. It also helped you talk about the feelings you've had for a certain green-eyed hunter.

You have known Dean for about two years now and met through Jody Mills. During these two years, you both have been through quite a bit throughout the time you have known each other. Such as Dean with the Mark of Cain, demon Dean, Amara, British Men of Letters (They were so annoying).

Now we are now raising Jack a Nephilim, son of Lucifer. He looked like he was sixteen, but was technically only two months old. Very bizarre I know. It was challenging, to say the least. Teaching him everything he needs to know at a quick pace wasn't ideal. But, Jack was a kid. A very powerful kid, but a kid.

Jack was sitting across from you trying to help Sam do research about a ghoul, Sam wanted to take him on a case soon so he could learn the ways to hunt. Dean was beside you eating the burger he made earlier and reading an article on the news website, you decided to take your time and write in your diary.

There wasn't a day that you didn't go out to write in your diary. You wrote in it so much that even Sam and Dean picked up on your routine. You close your diary and lay it on the table, stand up from the table, and walk to the kitchen for a drink. When you walk to the kitchen you see the huge mess that Dean has made in there. For one burger, that man was messier than a two year old.

You could see the sliced-up tomato guts on the cutting board, lettuce leaves, and onion all around the table and on the floor.

"Dammit, Dean." You laugh seeing his mess before you grabbed the broom and cleaned the floor. Wiping all the tomato, lettuce, and onion remains off the floor and into the garbage can.

After you cleaned that mess up, you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Afterward, you walked down the hallway to hear Jack speaking, "I have no idea why I have been feeling like this lately. My feelings for him have become stronger and stronger that I can't even stand going on cases anymore to see him get hurt."

What is Jack even talking about? Does he have feelings for someone? But, he doesn't even know or understand how relationships work. He has only been on this earth for two months.

You walked faster down the hall to see Jack sitting beside Sam with your diary, but before you can say a word he read more.

"I really like Dean. There I said it. I like Dean Winchester. I fear losing him to a hunt and can't bear with losing him to a monster. I liked him for a few years now, but I have been too afraid to say anything. I'm sure by how Dean would rather be with other women that he doesn't feel the same about me. Plus, I wouldn't want to lose our friendship over my childish crush."

Before Sam had a say in anything, you were already crossing the room to Jack. Snatching your journal away. Your open water bottle was on the floor, spilled.

"Do you know that it isn't nice to read someone's diary?!" You yell at Jack. Jack holds his hands up, "Y/n, I didn't know. It was on the table with the other books. I thought it was re-"

You cut Jack's sentence off, "Research?? Really? What's your excuse? You see me write in it EVERY DAY Jack! How could you not pick up that it's something personal! Oh, wait. You're a little baby in the body of a sixteen-year-old!" You slam your book down in front of him, "Go ahead and read the rest. You read enough already!"

Jack had his head down hearing you yell at him while Sam and Dean looked at you and him. You know Jack didn't know what it was. But, you felt betrayed and hurt by the fact that now my secret crush was out. Dean knew. You could feel all the eyes on you and your own eyes burned. Tears were gonna start falling soon. You left the room and went down the hallway to your room and slammed your door shut.

You lay down on your bed and sighed. Hiding your face with your hands and sobbing. You could never look at Dean or Sam again. You got up and started packing your clothes. Everything was over. The friendships you built. Gone. The years of working with them—him was over after everything you've been through.

A knock on the door broke you out of your thought. You wiped the tears from your face and opened the door to see Dean leaning on the doorway in his red henley and blue jeans.

"Hey." He spoke looking at you, "Can I come in?"

You open the door wide enough to allow Dean in, he walks in and rubs his head with his hand while you closed the door.

"What do you want D?"

Dean took a breath before he spoke, "Look. You were really hard on Jack. He didn't know. He is just a kid."

You nod your head at Dean, understanding what he said. "Yeah. I know. I'm gonna to apologize to him later. I am just mad." You look at your feet not looking at his face.

Dean looked at your partially packed suitcase and sighed, "I understand why you are mad. But, I came to talk to you because I need-Dammit I ain't good at this." He took a breath before he spoke again, "Ilikeyoutoo."

He said that sentence so fast you couldn't quite make out what he said. You look at him confused and step closer to him, "What?"

Dean sighs and takes a step forward, "Screw it." He takes your face in his hand and kisses you.

His lips were soft but you could feel the passion behind them, You stood there for a moment letting Dean kiss you before you returned the kiss giving the same passion he was giving you.

It felt like pure bliss while the kiss lasted. You never wanted it to stop.

Dean pulled away, his hands still on your face holding it gently. He looked you in the eyes. His green ones are full of emotion and devotion for you.

"Do you get what I am saying now? I don't want you to go." Dean said, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile up at Dean.

"I never will go."

[ch4p3lofbl00d]

I love you~Chris Motionless

Y/N Pov:

Another day at school. Another day that I have to deal with the bullying. I've been at this school for three years now. Everyday, I get bullied for being goth; I wear spiked chokers and if I'm feeling like it, I wear spiked boots.

I shaved my eyebrows and draw them on everyday. Most people think that I'm satanic or a devil worshiper. It makes me laugh, but recently it hasn't. The jocks at my school are all football players and if you get in their way, they'll beat the actual shit out of you.

They've punched, kicked, slapped, threw disgusting words at me, and more than that. There was only one boy at this school who understood you. In a school filled with jocks and popular girls it was hard to be yourself, but it didn't stop me. It didn't stop Christopher Cerulli either.

I had a crush on him; he was the sweetest person ever. He was the only other person who dressed like me. He was also the only person who I would talk to. Everyone else were dick heads who slam you into lockers if you didn't do something right or even walk past them to get to your class on time.

I sighed as I looked over at the desk next to me; he still wasn't here. Just as I looked up, I saw him running to the back where our desks were. I smiled, and heard him quietly say "did I miss anything"

I quickly shooked my head "no" and said "you were just in time" I smiled at him as he flashed a quick smile back at me.

I felt butterflies, but I tried to push them away by focusing on my work. I bit the end of my pen as I tried to figure out a question. I guess Chris saw this because he whispered the answer to me "it's 1,000"

I smiled at him, and whispered "thank you, Chris". I saw him smiled back at me, and say "No problem, Y/N" I smiled as i looked back down at my book.

I finished up the last few math questions I had, and closed my book, just as the bell rang. I put my book in my bag, and threw my bag over my shoulder. I walked out of class with Chris right by my side.

We walked to the cafeteria together side by side, but I stopped walking. A few days ago, Chris didn't come to school due to being sick, so that cause my bullies to start bullying me. They started throwing things at me and started calling me horrible names.

I just ignored it until I got home; I spend hours in my bathroom crying. All because of some jerks. I shaked myself out of my trance, and saw Chris looking concerned. "You okay, Y/N?"

I quickly nodded, and said "I'm gonna skip lunch. I'm not that hungry" I saw Chris shake his head, disapproving of my decision, and he said "come on Y/N. You have been skipping lunch for days. I wanna eat with my best friend"

I sighed as I smiled, and said "okay. I'll meet you for lunch in 5" I saw Chris nod, and run to the cafeteria. I sighed as I walked to my locker to put my backpack and books in there. I can't believe Chris talked me into eating lunch with him today.

It's not like I don't want to, I just don't want the bullies to come after him too. I sighed, and walked to where Chris was standing by a table. "You came!"

I nodded while smiling, and said "of course, I came! I wanted to eat lunch with my best friend" I saw Chris smile at me, and pull out a chair for me to sit in.

I nervously sat down and looked around the room as Chris went and got us some food. I sighed when I spotted my bullies. I tried to hie the best that I could without them spotting me, but to my luck, I failed.

They saw me and immediately started throwing trash at me. I'm just glad that Chris wasn't here to see this; he didn't deserve to be bullied either. He was too sweet and caring.

I looked down as I felt someone throw a tomato at me. That's definitely gonna leave a bruise. I felt tears threatening to come out, then I heard a voice say "Leave Y/N the fuck alone"

I stood up, and slowly walked over to Chris as more garbage was getting thrown at my back. "Chris, I don't want them to start bullying you too"

I saw Chris shake his head, and say "it's okay. I just want you safe. I love you Y/N more than a friend" I stood there shocked, Chris liked me back? "I... I... Love you too.."

I saw Chris smile and walk over to me, pulling me into his arms "I love you so much. Those assholes are never ever gonna mess with you again. My horror queen" I smiled as he said this; we stood there, staring at each other as we slowly leaned in and it was so weird, feeling Chris's soft lips on mine, but it felt nice.

We stayed like this for a few more minutes, until we both heard everyone in the cafeteria "awe" I giggled as Chris pulled me out of the cafeteria and we went to our next class. I never thought that this would happen, but I'm so glad that it did.

Thank you for reading! :)

[the-star-knight]

Tales Of A Star

Tales Of A Star

Summary: A retelling of the show through Star’s eyes

Star is young teenager, daughter to one of the Queen’s handmaiden and the royal stable keeper, when the long lost princess has soon to be held coronation, she comes across a magical stone. Unknowingly of how this is her destiny, she soon finds out that this gem turns her world on its head, giving her a sword, armor, and a duty she must carry: protecting the Kingdom of Corona.

Chapter 14 - Goodbye and Goodwill

Author’s Note: After over a year since the last chapter was posted, I finally finished this one haha. I only really post a chapter for an episode rewrite if I deemed that there's enough Star involvement for it. This one is a lil bit longer than what I would like for these chapter. It's 3.7K

Word Count: 3,701

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“I can’t express just how much this time in Vardaros means to us, '' Rapunzel said with a smile.  “We may have come here as strangers but I'd like to think we’re leaving as friends. So in the spirit of the friendship we would like to share a Corona tradition with all of you. I’m proud to announce the first annual Vardaros Goodwill Festival!” 

Banners rolled down with a picture of a gopher, very similar to the ones we had in Corona for our own Goodwill Festivals. 

 Unlike our own Goodwill Festival, this announcement was met with silence, which to me, it was expected. From the start, Vardaros was not a city where lots of people would be thrilled to see a celebration focused on kindness and goodwill.

“Boo!” man yells amidst the few scattered people who were even remotely interested in what Rapunzel had to say. In total there were about eight people and I counted. 

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“Yeah, I got booed at last year’s festival, too,” Rapunzel whispered to us, probably thinking it was a good sign. “Don’t worry, this is going to be fantastic!”

Something was thrown onto the banner. I turned around and it was a tomato splat all over the banner.

Not sure how confident Rapunzel is about this idea after that.

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“It’s great that you wanna do this, Raps,” Cassandra said to Rapunzel,  “but this town isn’t like Corona. They don’t feel the need to celebrate something every six seconds.”

“You should really listen to Cass,” Vex suggested. “Vardarans aren’t really the ‘goodwill’ kind of crowd.”

“I hate goodwill, ya clod!” A cranky old lady yelled out as she walked past us, validating Cassandra’s point. 

“I know people here are a little rougher around the edges but they deserve to have a good time.”

“Are you sure everyone shares your idea of what makes a good time?” Cass asked, concerned of what Rapunzel was thinking of.  “Look, not one person has signed up for the gopher grab. Which might not be a bad thing since we don’t have a gopher.”

“She’s right, Rapunzel.” I added.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. I’ve got my two best gopher hunters on the job. I’m sure they're out there snagging a gopher as we speak.” 

That really didn’t satisfy me, and Eugene apparently as well, since we’re referring to Hookfoot and Lance. Both had already left to the woods to capture a gopher and hadn’t come back.

 “Probably, you know we may actually wanna cancel the gopher grab,” he suggested. 

“Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.” I agreed.

“It’ll be tough to find a gopher here. This is sneezeweasel country.” Vex said. 

“I’m sorry, what's a sneezeweasel?” Cass asked.

“It’s a mammalian omnivore indigenous to this region whose primary diet is gophers, mice, and voles,” Shorty burped out.

We all exchanged a surprised look. We all knew that Shorty, isn’t all there so him blurting out something coherent, and even intelligent almost, was surprising to say the least, 

“Um, Shorty, how do you know so much about sneezeweasel?” Eugene asked.

“I used to be one!” Shorty replied.

“Oh, that’s better,” Eugene said in relief. There was the Shorty we all knew.

“Look! Someone’s signing up for the Gopher Grab!” Rapunzel jumped as she saw someone approach the sign up sheet. 

“And you thought the good cheer wouldn’t catch on,” Rapunzel turned to Cassandra. 

“Actually, he’s stealing your quill,” Cassandra corrected. 

We all turned around to see the man approaching the sign up sheet, took the quill and ran off with it. 

Yeah, that makes more sense, I thought to myself. 

Cassandra chased the man. She manages to tackle him. What I didn’t expect was Cass yelling at him to force him to sign up. A crowd started to gather around Cassandra. 

“Anyone else wanna wrestle me for the pen?” Cassandra said vigorously. “You lose your sign up!”

The crowd cheers her on and for the upcoming moments were just a blur of Cassandra physically fighting anyone who was willing to fight her one on one.

Next thing we knew, we ended up in the Captain’s office. 

“Captain, I know why you wanna see us and I’m sure it wasn’t Cass’ intention to injure sixteen people…” Rapunzel began.

“Uh, It was twenty-three,” Vex corrected. 

“It’s just that—” 

“Rapunzel, I haven’t seen folks that excited in years. Nice job.” Captain said with a huge smile on his face.  “When you told me about this Goodwill nonsense, I thought that this feel-good garbage is not gonna fly here. But that’s before I saw what Cass had up her sleeve.”

We stood there in shock. That wasn’t the reaction I don’t think anyone was expecting. 

If anything, I thought we would get a strong reprimand from the Captain, at the very least. Then again, every single person that fought Cass, was weirdly eager to fight her. This place was definitely the strangest place that I have ever been. 

“Uh, to be clear, that wasn’t an official festival event.” Rapunzel pointed out. 

“Well, it should’ve been!” The Captain impeded. 

“You should have Cass plan all your events,” Vex suggested.

“Huh, actually that’s not such a bad idea. I mean I know this party stuff isn’t your strong suit, but it would be fun to work together. What do you say? You wanna be my co-planner?” Rapunzel asked Cassandra.

”Ha! Me? Co-planning a festival?” Cass laughed, but then she paused for a moment. “Hm, why not?” 

“Great!” Rapunzel gleamed. 

“Can I help?” Vex offered. 

“Of course you can!”

”I was actually asking Cass.” Vex walked out with Cass. 

“Uh, I can help too, Rapunzel,” I muttered out, just to make things less awkward for the princess. 

Rapunzel turned around and smiled. “Yeah, of course.”

I stuck around with Rapunzel and helped her brainstorm ideas for the festival.

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“Okay, partner, here is a list of events.” Rapunzel said as she pulled out a long list of ideas for the festival. “It’s the fifth draft, so it should be pretty close to final.”

I had helped her write down all her ideas, which were a lot. My hand is still a bit cramped from helping her. 

“Hmm, okay, let’s see…bobbing for apples…ring toss…juggling? Raps, are you sure people here are into pony rides?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

“Who doesn’t love pony rides?”

”I hate pony rides! Ya clod!” A woman yelled loudly. 

I guess that answers that question.

I didn't really question her ideas. They seem really typical for Corona, but now that Cassandra pointed it out, maybe these events were not the best way to get Vardarans excited about the festival.

”Like I said…” Rapunzel took back her papers from Cassandra. “Not final…” 

“Uh, ok, um, did you have any ideas for events?” Rapunzel asked. 

Cass handed her papers with drawings on it. 

I took a peek at her drawings. They were honestly, more on the disturbing side with how it was scribbled with graphite and the people had Xs scrawled in as eyes. 

”Hmm...human piñata?” Rapunzel said, trying to decipher Cassandra’s drawing. “Spit target practice? Okay, I-I don’t even know what this is!” 

She held up the scribbled up drawing to Cass. 

“That would be Piranha Dunk Tank, Rapunzel.”

I squinted and turned my head a little. “Oh yeah, if you squint and tilt your head this way. You can kinda see the piranha.”

”Um, I'm not quite sure these scream goodwill.”

Cassandra gasped. “Goodwill Scream Contest! Great idea! We can see who can scream the loudest!”

”OUT OF MY WAY!” A man yelled with super humanlike strength. 

”And there’s the guy to beat!” Cassandra said, proud of her new idea. 

Rapunzel sighed. “Cass, um don’t get me wrong. I love your ideas, but event planning takes a certain…skill set.” 

”Skill set?” Cassandra looked offended. “Are you suggesting I don’t know how to help people have fun?”

“No! No, no, no…no! Maybe?”

Oh no, I really didn’t like the tension I was feeling between them.

”Well, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, Rapunzel, but maybe the reason Vex suggested I be co-planner is because you lack a certain skill set.”

The princess laughs. “Well, then, Cassandra, if that’s the case maybe you should host your own events for the goodwill festival.”

“Maybe I should! Thank you!” 

Both began to raise their voice, and not in a subtle way. 

”After all, twice as many events means twice as much festival!” 

”I agree! That way everybody wins!” 

“Well, then, it’s settled, I’m glad we could work this disagreement without arguing!”

”It’s what friends do!” 

And with that they both stormed off opposite directions. 

Rapunzel stomped off in Eugene’s direction. 

”Hey Blondie, everything alright?” he asked. 

“Yes! My friend and I were just having polite conversation!” Rapunzel stomped. 

Eugene and I exchange glances. 

“Uh…do you know what’s all that about?” he asked me. 

I sighed. “Looks like Cassandra and Rapunzel aren’t quite seeing eye to eye on how this festival should go.” 

“Star!” Rapunzel called out my name. “I need your help. We are going to set up the best and most fun events at the festival!” 

“I thought this wasn’t a competition…”

“It isn’t. We’re just going to make these events the most fun to the best of our ability!” I caught Rapunzel’s eye twitch. I don’t think she has realized it yet, but Rapunzel has the tendency to mask any negative feeling, especially associated with anger, with a big, uncomfortable smile.  

“Uh…okay…” I reluctantly agreed. 

We spent the next several hours gathering items and setting up the events for the festival. I went to the markets and gathered apples. Together we made decorations for the events. By the end of the day, we had managed to set up all the events. 

“Alright, I think we’re all done!” Rapunzel smiled. 

“Yeah, I can’t believe we actually have all the events set up for tomorrow.”

“Well, we’re still missing the gopher for the Gopher Grab but I have faith in Lance and Hookfoot. I think we can get some rest now.”

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“Here we go,” Rapunzel said, “festival time.”

It was the next day, Cassandra, Rapunzel, and I were standing in front of the already set up events. Cassandra has help from Vex creating their own events. I slowly realized that this was becoming more of a “Us vs. Them” dynamic. Rapunzel and I in one team, and Cassandra and Vex in another team. 

“Yep, let’s cram some goodwill down this town’ throat,” Cassandra added.

“Uh sure…now remember, Cass, if people don’t like your events don’t get upset,” Rapunzel warned Cassandra. 

“Oh I’m not worried about that,” she said confidently, 

Ah, there we go again. Weird tension between them,

“Good! I really hope your events go well” Rapunzel shook hands with Cass. “Afterall, if this Goodwill Festival is a success, we all win.”

“Totally” Cassandra agreed.  “And besides it’s not like it’s a competition or anything.” 

“Right. Right of course. It’s about showing the Vardarans as much fun as possible.” 

They went to their respective events. 

“Alright, Star, I’m going to man the apple bobbing section. You and Pascal can man the Guess How Many game,” Rapunzel pointed to the stand where there was a huge glass jar filled with beans. 

“Okay. Come on, Pascal.” I grabbed Pascal and we headed towards the stand. 

We stood there for a little over half an hour before realizing that people weren’t coming here, instead they were heading towards Cassandra’s event. 

I looked over at the booth for bobbing apples and Rapunzel had her whole head in the bin. She pulled an apple using her mouth. “See? Got one! Isn’t this fun?!” 

There was maybe one person that passed by and looked her way. 

“Okay, let’s see if I can grab another!” Rapunzel dunked her head into the water again.

Pascal and I exchanged glances. 

“Do you think she’s losing it?” I whispered to Pascal.

Pascal nodded.

“This Goodwill thing is really going into her head, huh?”

Minutes slowly began turning into hours. 

“That’s 65 apples for me!” Rapunzel yelled. 

It was actually her 67th apple, but hey who’s counting?

This wasn’t turning out like Rapunzel wanted. Every time someone came up, we would have a small light of hope, but it quickly dissipated when they took a look at Cassandra’s events. 

I actually managed to sneak off and take a look at Cassandra’s events while Pascal took charge of the stand. I get why the Vardarans preferred Cassandra’s games over ours. It was more their style. Edgier, more dangerous. I guess they like the thrill more?

Cassandra had a throwing game, where they threw Shorty into a wall covered in honey (provided by Captain Quaid). 

This is where I eyed the princess checking out the games as well. 

I panicked a little and ran back to our booth. 

I saw a man standing in front of our booth. He was a big, buff, rough around the edges guy, he looked like one of Pub Thugs in the Snuggling Duckling, which to other people, might make them uncomfortable but for me it gave a sense of comfort. It reminded me of Corona.

“Oh, hi there, wanna play? It’s pretty easy, just take a guess of how many beans are in this jar,” I pointed to the jar. 

He nodded and lifted one finger.

“Uh…” I was confused. Was he saying that there’s just one bean in there? There’s definitely more than one bean in the jar. The jar was absolutely filled to the top with beans. “You guess is…one?”

He nodded to confirm.

I looked at Pascal.

“Um, how about another guess?” I suggested. 

He lifted up two fingers this time.

Oh boy…

“Sorry, that’s not correct…”

He humphed in frustration and left.

“Well, that didn’t go well.” I turned to Pascal.

Pascal seems to glance behind me. I turned around and looked, the man was back. 

He grabbed the jar from the counter and smashed it. He put a man in its place, a small man, around Shorty's height. 

He lifted a single finger again.

I was stunned. I didn’t move to be on the safe side. 

Luckily, Pascal quickly reacted and handed him a prize stuffed animal.

Yep, this is definitely not what Rapunzel had in mind. 

 No one else came by for the rest of the day (a good thing too, especially without a jar filled with anything to guess).  

At the end of the day, we went back to the caravan. 

I caught the tail end of a conversation between Rapunzel and Eugene. Rapunzel headed off somewhere while Eugene and Max stayed behind. 

“Hey, Star, have you noticed that something is going on with Rapunzel?” he asked.

“I’ll say. Ever since this whole goodwill thing started, she’s been really weird with Cassandra,” I said. “It’s like they have some sort of beef with each other, but they’re ignoring the obvious signs of it.” 

“They'll figure it out,” he said confidently. “They always do.”

“Anyways, how did the festival go today?” Eugene asked. “Not great…well, at least on our side. Cassandra had a lot of spectators, though.”

“Oh, well, tomorrow’s a new day! You guys can always try again!”

I shrugged. “Eh, I don’t think tomorrow’s gonna be any better. People here really like the edgier, more dangerous stuff that Cassandra has put out there, but thanks anyway.”

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The next day at the festival we prepared for the Gopher Grab. 

I got the sense that Rapunzel and Cassandra had figured things out from the conversation I had with Eugene, which surprised me when I saw that they were still cold to each other. 

“Whew! Boy, is it ever frosty between those two,” Eugene said. 

He was next to Max, Lance and Hookfoot, but none of them responded.

“Well, you’re right, I should do something about it. The problem is, when people don’t get along. Blondie the one who normally fixes it and she usually does it in some unique and artful way…” Eugene turned pensive. “That’s it! Max, are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

Max shook his head. 

“Haha! Perfect! Oh, Eugene, you unique and artful devil, you!”

We all looked at each other and shrugged. 

As it turns out, Eugene’s artful idea was to cuff Rapunzel and Cass by the legs.

I had plenty of questions, but didn't bother to express them. 

Anyways, Lance and Hookfoot had already returned with a large box in the center of the arena. 

Captain Quaid came up and asked, “What do you boys have in there?”

“A gopher, obviously!” Hookfoot rolled his eyes.

“I call him Snoozy because he was sleeping ever since we caught him? Isn’t that right?” Lance petted the box. 

“Hm, I don’t think gophers need this big of a box,” I commented. 

The Captain took a peek inside the box through a hole. 

“You better get it outta here before you wake it up.” he said in a quiet but urgent voice. 

“Why? What is it?” Lance asked. 

Before the captain had a chance to respond, Vex came into the arena with a bell.

“Grab that gopher,” Vex said unamused and clangs the bell.

The creature inside began to growl and rumble inside the crate. 

It seemed large. Larger than any possible gopher can be. 

It busted through the crate. 

It was large, had huge teeth, a tail that resembled a spiked mace and bloodshot eyes. 

Everyone began to run. 

“Wow you guys really undersold this gopher grab thing,” Hookfoot said. 

“No we didn’t! Because that is not a gopher!” Eugene yelled.

“Huh?” 

“Say what?” Lance said in befuddlement. 

“I think this is a sneezeweasel!” I yelled.

“You brought the wrong animal! Come on!” Eugene groaned. 

The three of them tried to grab and hold down the animal but it managed to throw Lance off it. 

Captain Quaid and Vex came in with bees and ropes. 

They tried to wrangle up the animal but it was way too strong.

Quaid got launched over a cliff, Vex managed to toss him a rope he could hold into.

“Eugene!” Rapunzel called out, as she was still cuffed to Cassandra. “You guys get Quaid, we’ll get the sneezeweasel!” 

We all went over to try to help Vex. 

Eugene yelled “Come on, the sheriff needs us!”

“Don’t worry, kid! We got this!” Eugene grabbed the rope. I grabbed the rope tightly as well.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Hookfoot and Lance rushing over to help but the sneezeweasel threw another blow attack at them. They were launched over my head and over the cliff. 

I felt the rope in my hand slipping, as there was added weight to the rope. They had managed to grab the rope and it instantly became ten times harder to hold onto. The weight had dragged us towards the very ledge off the cliff. 

“Okay, we may not…actually have this,” Eugene groaned. 

“Hold on, I have an idea.” I said. “Starlight, star bright, I summon the power to fight!”

Now in my armor, I summoned my sword in one hand and dug it into the ground. 

“You thought that was a gopher? Eugene yelled.

“Me-me? You drew him as big as a tree!” Lance yelled back.

“Oh it’s called perspective. Those trees are in the background!” 

“You guys don’t know what a gopher looks like?” I was confused. There’s no way they don’t know what a gopher looks like, they have had to encounter it at some point, like in a book or something.

“Hey! We never need to know what a gopher looks like!” Lance called out.

“Uh, Eugene!” Vex shouted. 

I looked behind, the sneezeweasel was coming straight towards us. 

Eugene tried to cover us both with his arm. 

Oh goodness, it would be really nice to summon my light shield right about now. The last time I had summoned it was back at Corona, and I haven’t managed to summon it since then, and not from a lack of trying. But if there was ever a time to try again, it would be now

Come on, protect, protect, protect.

I watched as the sneezeweasel paused in front of us and took a huge breath, preparing for another attack. 

“Come on…Now!” I yelled. 

The sneezeweasel began to blow at us.

A flash of light appeared in front of us, protecting us from its attack. It’s force from its blow pushes itself back further away from us. 

“Way to go, Star!” Eugene cheered. 

Unfortunately, the shield quickly dissipated.

“Oh horse turds…” I said.

The sneezeweasel came running back for another attack.

“Hey! Pricklepuss!” Rapunzel shouted. 

“His Name is Snoozy!” Lance yelled. 

The sneezeweasel was now after Cassandra and Rapunzel. 

I watched as the sneezeweasel chase them. 

Fortunately, with the help of Cassandra’s honey wall, they were able to catch the sneezeweasel. 

When the Vardarans knew it was safe, they helped us pull up the Captain, Hookfoot and Lance.

“Next time, the princess draws the picture…” Hookfoot said as we helped him up the ledge.

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I helped put the last of our supplies into the caravan. 

“You’re all packed up, huh?”

I turned around, it was Vex.

“Yeah…just waiting for Rapunzel…guess she wanted a little time to say goodbye,” I said. “Um, I’ll be honest, when I first met you, I wasn’t really sure about you…”

“Oh…thanks?”

“But,” I continued, “I was wrong. I’m glad we found an ally in you. Back at home, I don’t have friends my age so this is a nice change.”

I smiled awkwardly. 

My first impressions of her was…well, it wasn’t great. After seeing how she’d changed to become a deputy of Vardaros, and how she’s helping out people here, I felt better knowing that this place was being taken care of. 

Vex smiled. “Just be sure to visit us every once in a while?”

“Sure thing.”

I got into the caravan.

Rapunzel came back and said her final goodbyes to Vex and Quaid, then we headed off once again back on the road. 

I laid back as I looked out the window as I saw the city of Vardaros get smaller and smaller in the distance. 

Hm, maybe things can be changed for the better…

[thebananwithaplan]

“WOOOOOHOO!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING LADIES AND INSECTS, IT’S SO LOVELY TO SEE ALL YOUR UGLY LITTLE FACES IN THE CROWD TODAY!!”

...Starting off with the first episode, here. The beginning of this whole mess.

(...) Hmm. How could the tomatoes be thrown and a body heard hitting the ground after being 'shot' at, yet not a single duplicate in the audience (as of yet, then)?

Maybe the Oldest was on to something that it was easy for the Fake Noise to misdirect viewers with, well, noises. Noises and sound effects. It's in the name. The tomatoes? Maybe a few hidden clones in the more-darker areas. If they can puddle like the frogs, then maybe it would be easy to hide from view. ...Unless F.N could also summon objects out of thin air just like DB could. Possibly.

Nothing much from here nor there other than that it was the first 'appearance' of a F.N. Duplicate in the latter.

None from here, either. But geez, despite their 'less than pleasant' first interaction (that Wario eventually made up, thankfully), Banana knew Wario didn't deserve that.

Only more of that audience ventriloquism here, up until the duplicates fully made their debut in the audience. All of them direct replicas of the 'host' in physical appearances...

...but not in mind(?).

...Odd. Were they clapping for the main guy getting hurt, or was that just him?

Then came the meat grinder bit. How the Fake Noise easily reformed after having been turned into a cheese puddle. No doubt thanks to the shared DNA between it whatever cheese was used with the frogs, and Pizzahead himself.

“Oh, WOW! That was EMBARRASSING, FOLKS! So sorry ya had to see that awful display!” “Looks like I must'a FORGOTTEN about one of you back in Italy! Leeeeeet’s just FIX THAT UP real quick!”

...'Italy'? Was that supposed to be the 'lab' that Pizzahead made him and the frogs in? He had to assume so; he doubted that it had something to do with the real country. Papeeno seemed to mention it a lot, too.

Then. The Fake Noise crushed the pink frog (that he knew NOW was Gold's sister, oops.)

Then he blended her.

And then drank her.

And then. Technical difficulties title card. The 'end' of the first episode .

...Yeah, there was no denying that CC was drunk live in public. Even if she happened to reform from being blended just like how Fake Noise did with the meat grinder, she was as good as absorbed if Pizzahead's word about clones absorbing those of similar genetics was anything to go by.

Again. WHY, Pizzahead, why...?

This... really did feel like it was played 'safe for a first episode'. Well, 'safe' in terms of how much Fake Noise kept to himself, anyways.

Maybe the second episode may hold some more hidden details.

[dickbaggins]

WHAT A GOOD CHAPTER THREE GOD DAMN ME I NEED THIS TATTOOED ALL OVER MY BODY IDK

Oh i adore your Gale and Astarion. Absolutely. I don't know how you do it but it's all becoming better and better with every chapter.

I loved Astarion's journey this chapter, that he's so happy and reeling after drow situation, he decided they live in Gale dress up simulator now :D

I loved how Gale is so... malleable. He is like a dessert for Astarion 😂 but i do feel he has the same amount of power over Astarion too. I hope Gale will make Astarion feel the power of elven ears being stimulated in the next chapter. You can't tease us and Astarion like this and not provide pleeeeaseee pretty please 🥺

I knew I'll want to throw flowers or candies or something sweet and good at you after this chapter and absolutely not tomatoes but i didn't expect this level of greatness honestly. YOU MADE GALE SAID SPRING WEDDING. TO ASTARION'S FACE. yo this is awesome :D

You also blessed me with high on bagbear's weed snuggles and i LOVE snuggles.

We are so near the moment when Gale will realise that elder brain wears the Crown of Carsus i feel like i am at danger*nervous chuckle* WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DOOOO

listen the entire game is just a dress Gale up simulator for me. The second I got Wavemother's robe in my first playthrough, I put that shit right on him and took like fifty pictures and I haven't looked back since. He's just the perfect model and he deserves something better than fuckin weave purple all the time.

do not fear, dear reader, there is more ear stuff coming down the pipe because it is so much fun for Astarion to get thrown off his game. So so fun.

And I'm sure everything's going to be fine! Surely Gale's over his ambition arc and won't find his head turned by a super powerful artifact again, right? right??

aw shit, here we go again

[healeroflightanddark]

Stolen Hearts, Chapter 19: Sulky Cabbage

Yuri was sulking furiously for the rest of the afternoon, but he couldn’t stay mad at Yuya. Yuya was a silly goose and Yuri could never stay mad at him for too long. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he knew that he really did deserve to have a pie thrown at his face for teasing the innocent tomato about his favorite pie.

Now, Yuto and Yugo laughing about it was something he could stay mad about. He refused to acknowledge their presence all afternoon, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Yoko. “Did something happen?” she asked, worried.

“Yuya threw a pie at my face, and Yuto and Yugo laughed,” Yuri pouted. Yoko blinked, then frowned. “Yuya!”

“Don’t get mad at Yuya,” Yuri said quickly. “He was just being a silly goose, I’m not mad about that. I’m mad at Yuto and Yugo for laughing about it.”

Yoko glanced at her son, who was looking innocently at her. Then she sighed, “Alright then.”

Yuya sat down on the sofa next to Yuri and hugged him. “I’m sorry, Yuri, I couldn’t help it. It was a whole coconut cream pie! It just had to be thrown!”

“I get it, Yuya,” Yuri sighed, hugging Yuya back. “But next time, wait until after I’m done in my garden. I had to clean up the cream so it wouldn’t attract ants.”

“Sorry Yuri, I’ll wait until you’re in the house next time,” Yuya promised.

[sweetmusingss]

Katie glanced over at Charles for a brief moment before looking back at you. "Okay, yeah, maybe.. I just want you to be happy and follow your heart," she said, squeezing your hand gently. She could understand your way of thinking. She was desperate to settle down. You had comforted her through many heartbreaks and she never wanted you to experience what she did. You deserved someone who would give you it all. "Okay well then, I guess you can have fun for now. But also, please do not go running to any guy in the future. You deserve a guy who is going to run after you," she smiled at you.

Charles rolled his eyes at Lando's comment. "Can you not find a woman of your own?! And you should know that I don't make it a habit of getting to know the women that I sleep with or bringing them back again," he said, hoping they would just let it go. That's how everyone saw him. Just the guy who had one night stands and got around so he was going to play into that persona, even if it was starting to get under his skin. He had to protect you and what he had with you though, not wanting anyone to even point fingers in your direction.

The rest of the day went by and I did my best to avoid Charles, not trusting myself with him. I was being more snappy than usual too, to everyone not just Charles. I hated when I didn’t know what I wanted to do, being such a perfectionist and a planner and when things like this got thrown into the works, it totally threw me off. Charles was throwing me off and I didn’t like it. I decided to make dinner for everyone, just zoning in on making the food, cooking always being an outlet for me. I had yelled at everyone who had come in and tried to taste or help, I even heard Lando tell everyone I was hormonal and to stay away from me when I had slapped his hand away from tasting the tomato sauce and told him to fuck off. I was angrily sipping my wine as I stirred the sauce, trying to come up with a game plan, how I would tackle this Charles situation. I was wearing one of Pierre’s big t-shirts over my bikini, it being the only thing I didn’t mind spilling on.

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I blush when hearing your words to me before smiling fondly at you. "Knowing you, you're probably going to have the review framed," I giggle softly, loving how supportive and sweet you were. I squeeze your hand gently after the waiter walked away. "I don't want to focus on any of that right now though.. I feel like I have hardly seen you this week. How has your week been, baby?" We slept in the same bed every single night but I still felt like I missed you. The past several days, we only had about an hour together each day. It made me sad because I just loved talking with you too and filling each other in on our days. Even if you just wanted to talk to me about an argument you had with one of the guys, I wanted to hear it all.

“You ruin all my surprises. Of course I’m going to have it framed. I even ordered the frame already and everything.” Seb smiles, continuing to rub your hand on the table. Seb shrugs, his days being pretty boring and mindless. “Honestly, my days are boring. No where near as interesting as your dress rehearsals… Mackie and I got pizza one night and Chris tried to say he wanted pineapple even though he hates it so we said he’s becoming Renee like he does with all his girlfriends and he got all offended and we bickered for a while. We did not get pineapple and Chris was shockingly fine with it.” He chuckled at the memory, having spent a lot of time with the guys in your absence and he was happy he had them around. “I missed them, but I wouldn’t pass up spending all my time with you.”

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 3

Characters: Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spades

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, murder, religion, obsession, possessiveness, war, manipulation, blood

Jade is famous for his gentlemanly behavior whilst also being known as someone dangerous

So what would a wannabe gentleman who can end you mentally within a short amount of time (I'm sure he can) do?

Not letting missy kiss you that's for sure

But being a hatstand (aka slap-frozen) isn't exactly helpful for him so... imagine all the anger and bloodlust which accumulates under that smile (jokes on him because I doubt that ghosts have blood within themselves)

The thing is, the moment he saw you in that clothing he was lost for words (for probably the only time in his life)

And also you could see that something inside of him was breaking

And this is Jade we are talking about

But back to the non-canon-fan-fiction-written lore

You know, Jade would usually talk someone into something by making them insecure breaking them, finding out what they love and give hints at that in their conversation...

But no, all his tactics, gone

Eels are usually beings that can cooperate very good with other beings but once they fear something or feel threatened then those shiny teeth are used

But Jade is still too elegant for that, doesn't mean that he doesn't get desperate

He just freezes up

But the second he is free he will grind the princesses self-esteem to dust

“Oh my! It took you that long to find someone suitable? Well hopefully your future can stay that way.” is one of many sentences

But after this he also becomes way more paranoid

You had limited contact before but now? The whole hallway is empty the moment you enter

But don't you worry, Jade is there for you! He wouldn't dare to do something so mean to you like the others! Just depend on him and him alone

Oh my Overseer, you have done it!

Lilia had been slicing heads off like they were warm butter whilst imagining you loving him, marrying him

But no, that foolish... useless wench just took you from him, or so he thinks

He refuses to see her in a similar position like Malleus from that point on

No, she is just another sinner who dares to question and challenge you!

If you haven't noticed, he kinda imagines things because he doesn't want to accept that you are proposing to someone who isn't him, fake or not

Lilias mindset gets thrown back to the time he fought against that foolish king, ready to turn her into sashimi

And thank goodness that 1. he was turned into a state in which he can't more and 2. that he doesn't have a sword

Don't ask me how but he would be able to turn the ceremony way more red if he had one... and if missy wouldn't be a ghost

But there is also a small dying part of him which is tearing up

On no, not because he is happy but because you just look so good

Even better than in his dreams!

Now he would take your hand and... and he is not standing in front of you

That small part is now 100% massacred

Once he is free he will make sure that there is nothing between a shared future with you and his current self

And of he has to start another war in your name, then so shall it be!

Our dear, hardworking Deuce doesn't look like someone who aims to be an honor student at all in this situation

So what happens?

You uh... might want to hug him afterwards.... otherwise I can't assure that he won't punch someone in the face hard

He is having high blood pressure as well so a visit to the doctor wouldn't be a bad idea as well...

But anyway, you enter and he goes full tomato

Or if you need another comparison, like someone who has just eaten the spicyest pepper in the world and doesn't usually eat spicy food (all my fellow Europeans, how are we doing?)

So, our dearest tomato man really doesn't hold back

He screams the entire time that “This crazy woman should get a grip!” and that “She doesn't even deserve you!”

At some point someone took a piece of cake and shoved it into his mouth to force him to be silent

The view we have now is a guy, putting red roses to shame with the color of his face, munching on a cake whilst trying not to choke by how fast he is eating

Let's not forget the guard beside him who already has the next piece in his hand whilst waiting till Deuce is done with this one

But inside of him is a dream dying

The dream of having chances with you, the Overseer, the ruling figure over the Queendom of roses

But at least he knows now that bananas and mango don't work in a cake topped with extremely sweet icing

After this is over Deuce won't care less if he becomes an honor student or not

In the end he is the only one close to you. Why? Just... don't visit the school nurse and think too much about the fact that his knuckles are bruised, ok?