#he had a SICK fucking backpack that was like. some goblin thing out of the 80's. it looked soooo cool. we ate lunch together

[eebie]

my friend from public speaking saw me down the hall and went EEEEEBIEEEEEE !!!! and ran up to catch the elevator with me. we went for a walk around a nearby park and took in the destruction from the hurricane together ^_^

[dullgecko]

With that enlarge spell, what if he also got some sort of strength potion (maybe via gorgug) and now he's tall, and can put people in air jail too?

"Where's Fabian?" Gorgug asked as Riz slid into his eat across from him at the cafeteria table, the rogue shrugging and depositing Fabians bag on the bench beside him.

"I think he's gone home sick? He dipped half-way through his fighter classes and booked it to the bathroom. He didn't even come back for his bag and when I went looking for him he was gone." Riz dug his crystal out of his pocket, checking to see if the Fighter had replied to his text asking where he was and finding nothing.

"Huh thats... weird for him. Do you need a ride this afternoon to go drop it off at his house? I'm assuming you weren't able to bike to school today because of..." Gorgug gestured at their rogue, the goblin currently double his usual height due to Ayda practicing a modified enlarge spell on him the previous day. Riz's bike was goblin sized, though he only ever tended to use it if his mom wasnt able to drop him off at school before work or her classes. He'd actually had to catch the bus today, which was a novel experiance in itself since he could actually reach the safety bars for once. "Yeah if you can, he's not answering his texts and I want to check on him." Riz grinned, putting his crystal back in his pocket and leaning across the table. "More to the point, did you get the thing. I know you had a couple leftover from the last batch i gave you." Gorgug glanced around the room before reaching into his own backpack, sliding Riz the can across the table in a way he hoped was subtle. It was not but nobody in their school could give half a fuck about people having ever so slightly illegal strength potions in their possession.

Riz's eyes practically sparkled with mischeif as he took the potion, cracking the tab and downing it quickly before his other friends could join them in the caffeteria. The can getting crushed up into a small ball and shoved in his pocket so he could dispose of the evidence later.

"Why did you need it? You're not planning to get into a fight with anyone are you?" Gorgug gave Riz a worried look, the goblin had been a little bit keyed-up since his size change and it was starting to worry him. He wasnt sure if it was some kind of side effect of the spell Ayda had used or if Riz was always this manic but it was usually tempered by caution because of his height.

"Oh, Kristen has been picking me up and trapping me in air jail for weeks for no reason. I figured it was time for some payback since I've got the chance now." Riz wiped his mouth on his sleeve, giving Gorgug a grin which showed off his sharp teeth. Gorgug had to admit that it was a lot more intimidating when Riz was nearly the same height as the rest of them (and it was plenty intimidating when he was tiny too, they all knew exactly what those teeth could do when he was pissed off).

It didnt take long for the girls to join them, Riz slipping under the table to hide before he was spotted and sneaking around to get behind them. Somehow his stealth hadnt suffered at all even with the added height and he managed to get right up behind Kristen and grab her without being noticed. Their cleric yelping as she was lifted up off the ground and suspended a good foot off the ground in their rogues outstretched arms in a decent facimile of what she usually did to him.

He kept her trapped like that for the entirity of their lunch break, Fig snickering as she had to feed Kristen her lunch while she dangled in Riz's outstretched arms.

[cactusnymph]

Prompt fill #9 for @dimension20alphabet:

Injury

The air smells of smoke, dust and blood.

 Fabian is pretty sure that his left foot is broken, which sucks because he’s going to have a hard time kicking anyone’s ass without both his feet. Dancing will also be difficult.

 He clutches his battle sheet and tries to pull his foot out of the rubble it got stuck between. If he gets his hands on the bastards who made this damn cave explode above them even their ancestors are going to have a headache waking up tomorrow.

 But for that to happen, Fabian needs to get out of here.

 “Fabian?”

 Riz’ voice sounds hoarse and muffled and Fabian assumes that he’s somewhere behind another pile of rubble.

 “I’m over here”, he answers and tries to make his voice sound casual and not like he wants to do something embarrassing, like whimper from the pain. Fabian can barely anything and breathing is hard because there is so much dust in the air.

 “I’ll—let me see if I can get to you. You okay?”, Riz asks. Fabian doesn’t waste his breath to answer, he tries to push some of the rubble away from his ankle and lets out a wheezing breath. His mouth tastes like iron.

 He can hear Riz try to move the rubble out of the way, but his arms are like tiny twigs so Fabian doesn’t see how he’ll get any of that shit to move. And Fabian, being uselessly stuck with his damn foot, can’t help him.

 Fabian thought that splitting up the party was the smartest move, but now he regrets their choices because damn, they sure could use Kristen’s healing or Adaine’s magic or Gorgug’s insane muscles to move some of this shit.

 The quest to defeat the Night Yorb hasn’t exactly gone well so far. Fabian feels like being stuck in a fucking cave with his foot broken and his mouth full of blood is the peak of bad luck that they have reached so far. He can only hope that the others had more success on their ventures.

 But as far as he knows, they’re also stuck somewhere in here.

 Fabian never specifically had a problem with small, closed spaces, but right now he feels like his chest is unusually tight and he could swear that the damn ceiling is getting closer while he’s desperately trying to get his foot unstuck.

 The rubble behind him shifts and a few pained noises bring Fabian back to reality as a small, lithe shape wiggles itself through an impossible tiny crack made in the pile behind him as Riz appears, his head bleeding profusely and his face contorted in a mix of determination and pain.

 “Are you okay?”, Riz asks again the second he scrambles through the hole he made. Fabian notices that his hands are also bleeding—probably from digging through all those stones. Something in Fabian’s chest feels like a nervous bird fluttering against his rib cage and it takes him a confused moment to realize that it’s his heart.

 Riz has been different since they defeated the Nightmare King.

 More self confident somehow. Less awkward. Scarily competent.

 And he stopped wearing his hat.

 Fabian has been feeling weird around him for a while, but the fact that this little Goblin dug himself through sharp rocks to get to him, bleeding and bruised and hurt, and the first thing he does is ask if Fabian is okay—it does things to him.

 Fabian refuses to acknowledge this.

 “My foot is stuck”, he says.

 Riz—and he’s been Riz for a while now, at least in Fabian’s head, and not The Ball anymore—turns his huge, yellow eyes to the stones that are crushing Fabian’s foot between them.

 “Got it”, Riz says and without doing anything about his bleeding head or his bleeding hands he gets to work, his small frame working tirelessly, determined, stubborn even. The rocks are big—way too big for Riz to actually lift them.

 But Riz wouldn’t be Riz if he wouldn’t be a nerd even about stuff like this.

 Using his sword as leverage he manages to roll the bigger ones off of the pile. While he works Fabian can see blood dripping down the sword and Riz’ face.

 He swallows heavily.

 “You’re bleeding”, he croaks.

 “I know. I’ll take care of it in a second”, Riz answers.

 He’s focused.

 Fabian knows that, when Riz gets like this, there is no way to deter him from the task at hand. It sometimes happens for a project at school, or when he has a case he’s close to cracking. He disappears into his head and into his task at hand and it takes hours for him to appear again.

 Fabian doesn’t know when exactly he started to catalogue all of Riz’ facial expressions and behaviors, but he has quite the collection so far.

 Riz works in silence. Sometimes, when he gets like this, he starts mumbling to himself, but not this time.

 He looks almost grim.

 Fabian isn’t sure if it’s actually getting warmer in here or if that’s just him.

 “Do you think the others got stuck as well?”, he says to distract himself from the heat crawling under his skin and the fluttering in his chest.

 “Probably not. By my estimation they should be way further down already”, Riz murmurs and wipes some sweat off his forehead, which simply leaves a smearing of blood where his hand touches his green skin.

 Fabian has no idea since when his damn brain finds it mesmerizing to see blood on his best friend’s skin, but here he is, staring at Riz because he looks weirdly... ragged? Badass?

 Fabian is annoyed at himself.

 When he finally feels the weight lifted off his ankle he pulls his leg out and makes a pained noise in the back of his throat that causes Riz’ concentrated gaze to turn to him. His yellow eyes remind Fabian of cats’ eyes in the dark and he swallows again as Riz comes over to him and touches Fabian’s face to turn his head to the side so he can inspect his wounds.

 Fabian’s heart stumbles in his chest.

 Gods dammit, this is completely ridiculous.

 “You bleeding anywhere else?”, Riz asks and then his eyes find Fabian’s and they’re staring at each other. Fabian knows that Riz is in no headspace to think about kissing, but damn, Fabian does. Fabian’s stupid brain tells him to just grab Riz by the shoulders and pull him down, pull him on top of Fabian to minimize the space between them—

 “Fabian? You got a concussion? Let me check your eyes.”

 Riz gets even closer.

 Fabian thinks he might die.

 He thinks about the way Aelwyn made him feel back then, when he got so excited about kissing her again. Somehow that was nothing compared to how he’s been feeling about Riz for a while now. As Fig said, kissing someone you’re “madly in love with just hits different”.

 “Don’t think so”, he manages and his voice sounds like sandpaper on stone.

 “Okay. I have my healer’s kit. Just let me clean my hands real quick.”

 Fabian watches how Riz procures water and his healer’s kit from his bag and starts washing his hands as good as he can before he tries to wrap bandages around both of his hands. He lets out a frustrated hiss.

 “Let me—“, Fabian says and grabs Riz’ hands.

 To be fair, Fabian never paid much attention when Cathilda or Kristen tried to teach him first aid because it never was of much interest to him—and now he definitely wishes he had listened a little closer. But it can’t be that difficult to wrap a tiny pair of Goblin hands in bandages to make them stop bleeding.

 “You have to do, like, a kind of V-shape. Yeah. Like that. Not too tight, please. Yeah, that works.”

 What Fabian didn’t really think through was that now he’s somewhat holding Riz’ hands. Which doesn’t exactly help his brain or his heart to calm down. At least his internal turmoil distracts him from the pain and the situation they’re currently in.

 He remembers how Riz stole that healer’s kit on their very first day of school. He’s had it ever since and restocked it carefully for each of their adventures, taking great care to learn how to give first aid to his friends when everyone else was out of spells or they were separated.

 “Thanks, Fabian”, Riz says once it’s done and he wiggles his fingers slightly, then turns his eyes back on Fabian’s face.

 “I’ll take care of your head first and then I can check out that foot. Maybe I can—I dunno. Make a splint or something.”

 “You—uh. You got really good at this”, Fabian says and turns his gaze upwards so he doesn’t have to focus on Riz’ yellow eyes right in front of him anymore.

 “Thanks”, Riz mumbles and his bandages fingers touch Fabian’s face gently.

 Fabian kind of wishes one of the rocks had just knocked him out.

 This is pathetic.

 He is Fabian Aramais Seacaster.

 Maybe his confidence died briefly—or for a longer period of time—back on their Spring Break adventure, but he’s been building it back up! He’s a catch! He’s amazing!

 Riz should be the one getting nervous because he’s allowed to touch Fabian’s handsome face.

 “I think once we’re patched up you should take my sword and teleport through all that rubble and I’ll try to crawl back. We need to find the others.”

 “You shouldn’t crawl back through that, The Ball”, Fabian says, thinking about Riz’s bloody hands. Riz shouldn’t get hurt on Fabian’s behalf.

 Gods, Fabian has it bad.

 “It’s fine. I’m smaller than you, so it’s easier for me. And I don’t think you should move too much with that brok—“

 “I’m in—I have feelings. For you.”

 Silence.

 Fabian doesn’t dare to breathe. Two seconds ago it felt right to finally say it, but now he’s regretting all his life choices leading up to this, as Riz’ yellow eyes stare at him, his small fingers still on Fabian’s forehead, holding a piece of gauze against the wound.

 “Wh—what?”

 “Forget it—it’s uh—I probably do have a concussion. Nevermind!”

 He can tell that Riz doesn’t buy it and also that Fabian’s words have ripped him out of his state of hyper-focus, something that Fabian has never managed to do before. Maybe he should feel kind of proud. But instead he feels sick to his stomach.

 “Feelings? Like—uh—like...”

 Fabian sees the confidence slip from Riz’ face like a mask he wore, and underneath is still the socially awkward kid handing people fucking business cards and vomiting inside of backpacks because he heard some clues.

 “Yeah. Like that”, he says.

 It’s hard to see in the dark, but Fabian could swear that Riz’ cheeks are tinted dark green.

 “Really?”

 His voice sounds very small now. Nervous. As if he expects Fabian to start laughing and say “Of course not, The Ball”. Which is probably fair. It’s not like Fabian ever managed to make his appreciation of his best friend very clear.

 “Hm.”

 “Oh.”

 “Oh? What does that mean?”

 “I—uh—I don’t. Um—this is—“

 Riz laughs nervously and turns his head.

 “I didn’t—um. Well”, he laughs again and sits down, hugs his knees and props his chin on top of them. “I kinda didn’t expect to ever hear that. From you. Um—yeah. It’s been... a long time. For me? I guess.”

Fabian’s brain short circuits and his heart does a very complicated dancing routine.

 “You—what?”

 Riz peaks up at him. Shrugs.

 “I’ve kinda been in love with you since. I don’t even know. A long time.”

 “For real?”

 “Yeah. For real.”

 “Okay, fuck this cave. Fuck this whole thing. We have to get out of here so I can fucking kiss your brains out. Give me your sword.”

 Riz hides his face for a second and then he laughs, a shaky, nervous but also happy laugh. He does not hand Fabian his sword.

 “First the wounds. Then the sword. Then—then the other stuff.”

 “Fine. You better hurry up.”

 “I will. Hold still.”

 Fabian is still determined to kick everyone’s ass once they get out of this. But maybe he’ll also send them some fruit baskets to the hospital afterwards.

[childish-ish]

kismet

pairing: michael myers x reader

soulmate au; soulmates that make choices for each other.

part two!

"Bro. I got this bitch ass pimple on my face - what should I do?"

soulmate chooses: let it do it's thing.

"What a bitch. When i meet my soulmate I'm gonna fucking punch 'em in the fucking neck." You sigh, then snicker right after - "If i can even reach them."

Usually, you start off your day with a huge huff of cocaine and a box of Kelloggs™ cereal with the milk with the purple lid. Just kidding! You don't eat Kelloggs, instead, you eat Lucky Charms! Mostly for the marshmellows. Anyways.

You get dressed. Having been naked and looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating on whether popping the 3 pimples on your face - one above your eyebrow, very - not visible. Another on your cheekbone - the other on your nose. You popped the one on your nose and washed your face, yesterday, so two pimples.

Anyways. You dress in regular jeans, pull over a plain grey t-shirt over your head, and slip on some socks, then your sneakers, then a hoodie. You checked over yourself and decide you look hot as fuck, and step to your bed, pull off your phone from your charger, shove that bitch in your pocket - and leave.

soulmate chooses: take a bus to school.

"Awh! They care about me <33."

"Hm." You look over the choices you get to pick - buy a donut or have a balanced breakfast.

"Haha!" You laugh, clicking on the 'balanced breakfast'. "Homeboy gonna eat good tonight. Whether they fucking like it or not."

You exit your home, keys in your pocket, and a lollipop in your mouth. You totally forgot to the brush your teeth, but gurgled some mouthwash hoping it would be enough.

You jog towards the bus, enter said bus, and sat next to your friend.

"Hey, kiddo." She waved. Neon pink hair clashed with black hair as it fell over her left blue eye, a major contrast to her paper white skin. She wore a black hoodie with some red symbol, something to do with creepypasta, black pants with large rips, fishnet tights under, and regular ol converse. Red, to be exact. Converse Chucks, to be exact.

"Shut the fuck up, don't call me that." You pull out your phone and lean down, entering your password as the bus begun to move.

"Ah, babygirl, you know that turns me on, aha - " She bites her lip and rubs her hand together like she was rubbing in hand sanitizer.

"Ah, right. I love you."

"Ew." Cheesebird laughed. Some random ass nickname you gave her because she didn't like her name.

soulmate chooses; go to classes

"Ugh." You roll your eyes - had thought about skipping class.

You look over your choices. steal a car, or walk.

Well. You don't want your soulmates feet to hurt.. so. Steal a car.

After the bus pulls up to the school, you exit with Cheesebird. You're a Senior in highschool.

You enter first period. Homeroom.

You sit in your assigned seat, thankfully, next to Cheesebird. You two discreetly passed notes, never getting caught - only once by a substitute.

"Hey, so, i know a neat place to go trick-or-treating. You up for it?" Cheesebird asked, placing her Gir themed backpack next to her feet, under the piss yellow desk -

You shrug. The day carrying on, kind've. You're in fourth period. Gym, when Cheesebird asked you the question again.

"Honestly, I'm thinking of starting in tonight. I have this fucking weird ass bad feeling.." You rub your bare arms, feeling unusually comfortable in the red booty shorts the gym made you wear.

"I can respect that. After i get all my candy, I'm gonna dip over to your house, is that okay?" Cheesebird asked, fiddling with a lollipop stick. She ate the lollipop already, stealing it from someone's backpack because of her soulmates choice - so the stick acted as a candy cigarette of some sort.

"Yeah, that's chill. What are you gonna be?" You swing your legs back and forth. Ankles crashing against the bleachers, giving you a dull pain.

"I'm gonna be a goblin. You know, if i were to guess what you were going to be, you would be a fucking astomi. Cause like, I'm gonna be a goblin.. and you're basically a goblin.. and i don't like talking.. except like, with you." Cheesebird explained awkwardly. She begun to chew on her lollipop stick.

"Yeah, i got it." You chuckle.

soulmate chooses: apple, water, and chicken nuggets.

"Oh, sick." You nodded.

"Oh, did your soulmate choose something? What was chosen your majesty?" Cheesebird asked.

"I got chicken nuggets for lunch. Want them?" You ask, looking over the freshmen that chose to play volleyball on one side, and basketball on the other.

You turn to Cheesebird, watching her eyes peek up.

Her eyes flick to you, and she nods with a smile, "Thanks bro!"

"Ah, yeah." You breathe, "No problem."

You look over your choices. clever or chef's knife.

You make a look, furrowing your eyebrows and jerking your head back slightly before choosing chef's knife.

"Another? What'd you choose?"

"My choices were clever or chef's knife." You tell her with confidence.

"Holy shit - your soulmate is a cooker! Lucky.. mines a fucking idiot."

You snort. "Lucky you.. mine could also be a murderer." You shrug.

"Hot." Cheesebird wiggles her eyebrows at you. "Oh, dude! Remember that guy - Boogeyman of Haddonfield?"

"Yeah."

"Dude, they say he escaped some institution! They might cancel Halloween cause of his bitch-ass." Cheesebird rolled her eyes and leaned back.

"Ah, what a fuck. If it actually gets cancelled, you wanna come over and watch some movies? Maybe order some pizza?" You offer.

"Oh fuck yeah man! Thanks." Cheesebird laughed, clapping you on the shoulder once.

"No problem!" You say enthusiastically, punching Cheesebird on her bare upper arm.

"Ow! Fuck.. you whore." Cheesebird sucked in a breath.

You laugh, quieting down and patting ehr on the thigh. "Wanna go to the lockers? It's almost time to go. Like, 15 more minutes.." You say absentmindedly, gazing at the red blinking numbers.

"Oh yeah. Let's go." Cheesebird was ready to hop off. You count down to 3 to 1 and jump off the bleachers with Cheesebird, jogging across the court and entering the locker room.

soulmate chooses: wash face

I didn't even do shit, though? You shrug off the thoughts and get undressed after putting in the combination for your little locker. After shoving your gym clothes into said locker, you pull on your clothes, slipping on your shoes easily and picking up your backpack. You jog over to the bathrooms, go to the nearest sink, and splash your face.

You look up - the choices; grab a water or get a beer.

You choose water. Gotta stay healthy.

You wait by the gym doors for Cheesebird. And, hooray! She comes. Don't take that out of context.

Lunch speeds by. So do your classes. After school, you walk home with Cheesebird and say your goodbyes. You pull out your keys, inserting the key and unlocking the door.

You enter, closing the door behind you. You toss the keys on the stand next to the door and kick off your shoes, throwing off your backpack and jogging to the living room. You recieve a call from your mom. Saying that she was gonna be late. Maybe coming in around midnight or even later.

soulmate chooses: order pizza.

"hey cool."

And, you do just that. You call some pizza place with breadsticks, grab some money from your room and jog back downstairs. You watch Adam Sandler movies while you wait for the pizza.

The doorbell rings after 15 minutes of waiting. You jump up and run to the door. Opening it and seeing a cute pizza boy.

"Thanks." He salutes, recieving a tip from you.

You call back a 'no problem' and shut the door, placing the pizza on the table in front of the couch. You lie down, pulling a blanket over you.

soulmate chooses: take a nap.

You feel so.. tired now. Fuck it. Let's go to sl-

You awake. The T.V. off, lights out, and warm-ish pizza. You were obviously disoriented. You go to pull out your phone from your back pocket once you sit up.

The brightness blinds you - you quickly put it at a lower brightness.

You yawn, vision vlurry before it subsides and you quickly look over your notifications. A text from your mom 'hey honey, gona b stayin l8r than usual luv u'. You smile, rubbing your eyes and holding your phone with one hand.

You stand, flashing your flashlight. You drop your phone - gazing at the large figure in front of you.

"Who.. are you?" You take an anxious step back, you can feel a stream of cold sweat stream down the side of your head - from your temple. It was fucking disgusting. So.. so dark.

You see the glint from his hand - a knife. A knife. A knife. A knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. Run. Go. Run. Go. Go. Through the backdoor. Now. Fucking GO!

You turn on your heel and bolt through the living room and through the kitchen. Why did you even fucking ask that? 'Who are you' - like?? You don't know him, and he's in your house. Like?? You should've just pulled a knife. Just kidding! You would've been too fucking pussy to do that :\

You inhale and exhale heavily - otherwise known as breathing. You were really close to hyperventilating - but somehow, you slow down your breaths as you quietly slip through the backdoor.

All you wanted to do - you sob in your mind, was eat some fucking pizza - you heave, as you shuffle towards the backyard entrance, that lead to the front yard. And maybe watch some fucking pornhub.. all my plans.. ruined.

soulmate chooses: go back inside your house.

You choke. Eyes growing uncomfortably hot, your bottom jaw trembled as you clench your arms, hugging yourself. Was this - this fucking stalker your soulmate?

You did have control of your body as you calmly walk back through the gate. Your eyes well up, tears blurring your vision. You wipe the tears away and wipe them on your hoodie harshly. You trace therock trail that lead around the corner of your home.

You enter through the backdoor. Closing it behind you gently. You huff, and turn around.

You immediately make eye contact with large breasts that were covered by a dark blue fabric. A zipper in the middle and a single pocket.

"So.." You begin; voice cracking. You feel your face grow hot out of embarrassment. After clearing your throat and looking into the black holes of the mask that mocked a human face, covering the whole ass fuckin head of the tall, buff male, you instantly feel small. You rub your hands together, clenching your hoodie in your hands now.

"Uh.. what's uh - what's your name?" You come to a realization of how fucking stupid that was. Asking a large scary man what his name was - he's your soulmate! A part of you pleaded for some reason. Anyways, we live for the confidence.

You gawk at the man - wasn't he "Michael Myers? Killed - killed.. four teens back in -" you couldn't remember the year. All you could honestly think about the man that was looming over you threateningly. Where the FUCK was your mom?!?

He painstakingly slowly brought up a hand, and dropped it onto your shoulder. You feel tears well up in your eyes once more as you shake under his hold.

"H - hey.. aren't we uh.. soulmates? Sh - should you really be h - HOLDING me that tight?!" You squeak, now trying to pull away. "I'm - not fucking going anywhere - "

The Boogeyman brought up his other hand and let the hand fall on your other shoulder, the hold gradually getting tighter.

You could barely see his actual eyes, due to the not-so-bright moonlight. Despite this, you see some irises..

"I - i.. I go to school.. " You blurt, "I - I have a f - family."

He didn't respond. You get anxious quite quickly due to the circumstances. You feel your eyes well up as he fucking gripe you tighter before picking you up and throwing you over your shoulder like a dead body. His actions were clear - they said 'you aren't fucking getting away'.

He held you with one arm, caging you in over his shoulder. You sob softly, but couldn't help but admire his nice ass as he walked towards the front door.

what's to become of me?

You thought. You couldn't scream - could you?

You couldn't believe you missed Halloween for this shit. You could still see some kids - they would probably run away due to their fragility.

Fuck this. We are not fucking dying. We're soulmates. But what kind of fucking soulmates does this shit? I wish my soulmate was Adam Sandler.

michael: you the bitch thats been making HEALTHY decisions for me??

you: no..?

[honeymoonjin]

roll credits - a jungkook x reader oneshot

A/N: This is dedicated to the lovely @xilee-reaper. I’m sure you have a string of happy days just around the corner, and I hope you see that cute barista again ;)

Bad luck always seemed to have momentum. You’d have a good run for a week, a month, six months, but the moment something went really bad, it would set off a chain reaction of rubbish that just got worse and worse.

The thing that would finally make you lose it, the thing that currently had you muffling sobs in the back of a movie theater over, was never the true source of the problem. It was just the final straw that broke the camel’s back. An accumulation of all the heartache that was building up before.

Any other time and you would’ve been a little disappointed. Slightly angry, maybe. But you had had such an awful few weeks that when your friend failed to show up to the movie you were meant to go to together, you completely lost it.

Crying quietly was an art you had the misfortune of mastering, and you managed to scrounge up enough tissues and jacket sleeve fabric to wipe away most of the snot on your face, but no matter how silently you were while angry, upset, overwhelmed tears streamed down your face, nothing could hide you from the ugly reality that the movie attendant who waved their torch over the audience midway through the movie definitely saw you.

This fact, of course, only made you more miserable, and the remaining 80 or so minutes of the cheesy blockbuster comedy dragged by solemnly, every laugh from the audience feeling like a party you weren’t invited to.

By the time the credits rolled, your face felt like a swamp, your eyes swollen, and a headache was forming in the center of your forehead from screwing your face up. You knew at some point you would have to leave, but surely you could wait out the credits, as guests filed out, shuffling awkwardly past your legs and the seat in front of you, you trying to hide your shame by shoving your head into your backpack, pretending to look for something.

While you were doing so, you pulled out your phone to check your messages.

Your friend hadn’t even replied to your message asking where she was, although the little icon below the chat told you she had read it.

You sent a follow up message with shaky fingers, feeling a new wave of despair overwhelm you. It was probably a misunderstanding, you were sure, but you had been really looking forward to spending time with her, and…

You glance up when someone taps you on the shoulder.

There’s a guy in front of you, red waistcoat and black pants, crouching down so that he’s closer to your eye level.

You wipe your eyes and nose hurriedly, trying to blink down any tears about to fall. As you clear your throat so you can apologize, you notice everyone else has already left.

You curse yourself. He probably wanted you to hurry up and get out so that he could clean up.

Feeling even worse than you did before, you almost bowl him over in your rush to get up out of your seat.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he exclaims, holding his hands out in front of him, “don’t go running off, now. I was just about to offer you some free food.”

“Sorry, what?” You frown at him, but for the first time, you’ve actually looked at him properly. Under his soft brown fringe, he has big, round eyes and a soft smile. Fuck, and he’s hot too. That’s just embarrassing.

He grins up at you, then pulls himself back up to stand. He’s much taller than you, but he still seems to have a boyish charm about him. “It seemed like you missed most of the movie. I figure it’s my duty as an attendant to ensure patrons have the best moviegoing experience, and I can’t do that if they walk away without knowing a single plot point. There’s a movie starting in fifteen minutes so we can’t stay here, but if you have nowhere to be, I can take you to our staffroom and give you a recap. There’s plenty of food and drink in there, if you want.”

You sniff, a little ashamed that he’s talking to you while you still probably look like a sick goblin. “I don’t know, I don’t want to bother you, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

He places a hand between your shoulder blades, and you jump a little at the contact, but he simply puts a little pressure there and escorts you out of the row, and down the stairs to the exit. “Listen, I can’t let a pretty girl like you leave the theatre miserable. It wasn’t even a sad movie! I promise you my dramatic reenactment will be just as good, if not better, than the acting on the screen. Let’s go,” he encourages gently.

You find yourself being led by him through a staff-only entrance, to an empty, somewhat small staffroom. He makes you a hot chocolate from the stuff they have in the cupboards, and presents it to you in an old, cracked mug.

The heat radiating into your hands cheers you up enough to stop sniffling, but you still feel a little sorry for yourself.

Here this good-looking guy is, taking you in like charity, being nice when he definitely didn’t have to. He sits down next to you with his own drink, a little carton of flavored milk with a mini plastic straw, and turns to you. “By the way, my name’s Jungkook. I hope you don’t think this is weird, I just hated seeing you so upset.”

You rustle up enough energy to smile at the concerned look in his eyes. “It’s really sweet of you. I don’t deserve it, but I appreciate it. I’m Y/n, by the way,” you add, copying the intonation he used.

He nudges your shoulder playfully. “Well then, first up, there are a lot of female characters, so don’t laugh at me when I do their voices, okay?” You chuckle weakly and nod. “Let’s get started. So, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away,” he begins, and breaks off with a laugh when you give him an unimpressed look. “Okay, okay, you got me! I’ll be serious this time,” he promises.

For the next half an hour or so, he delves into all the intricacies and layers of the shitty comedy you had attended, affecting a high-pitched tone for the female characters, adding in his own theories and complaints about the plot, and providing various sound effects and facial expressions.

You find yourself feeling lighter than you have in probably months, sipping mug after mug or hot chocolate, Jungkook jumping up to dutifully refill it every time, and you thank whatever urge had compelled him to approach you exactly when you needed it most.

“And of course, Tania can’t go to the client’s dinner, because then Kyle would find out she actually stayed in the country instead of being invited to live with her fiancé (who isn’t really her fiancé) like she said she was, but at the same time, she has to go otherwise her boss is going to fire her. So, what does she do? She gets Natalie, you know, the friend with the ugly dog, to dress up like a robber and kidnap Kyle so that he misses the client dinner. Classic Tania,” he exclaims dramatically, and you giggle at the way he emphasizes it like it’s an obvious fact. “But then Natalie’s dog finally chews through his leash like he’s been trying to do the whole film, and he’s all like ruhruhruh going mental, trying to find Natalie, and he gets into the room she’s holding him in, and Kyle recognizes the dog, and then he goes to Natalie, “I know it’s you, Cabbage Girl. Now let me out of these goshdarn ropes!” So, Natalie lets him go, but she tells him everything that’s happened, and he realizes that the woman he loves is still in the city, and that she’s not actually engaged with that dickhead Brian. And then Natalie and Kyle go crash the client dinner, and he declares his love for Tania, and then they make out, but PG make out, you know? And the movie ends with the dog catching up to them and bowling over Tania and Kyle and everybody laughs and then roll credits, because that’s the piece of shit movie you paid for and didn’t watch,” he lets out an exhaustive sigh when he finishes. “You know what, it was probably a good thing you didn’t actually watch the movie. You dodged a bullet, really.”

You put your mug down on the laminated coffee table in front of you. “I really should get better taste in movies,” you offer.

He grins at you. “I beg to differ; you clearly have amazing taste in movies since this movie was so bad you bawled your eyes out for the whole runtime.” He blinks and purses his lips. “That was too soon, wasn’t it?”

You laugh at him. “It’s okay, I feel much better now.”

His smile returns, though softer this time. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder in a brief but genuine side-hug. “I’m glad,” he answers sincerely.

You take a deep breath in and exhale, pleased that it no longer shakes and wobbles like before. “I should get going now.” You gently remove his arm from around you but hold on to his fingers when you stand up, swinging them slightly to and fro between you. “Thank you. Really, thank you.”

He nods in understanding, but his eyes glimmer cheekily. “You know, that new comedy with the chick from Bridesmaids came out yesterday, and I can assure you it’s much more worth your time. I recommend the Wednesday night showing.”

You feel yourself begin to blush, and you can’t hold back a happy grin. “Why, are you working Wednesday night?”

“On the contrary. I won’t be working, so I can sit right next to you.”

[childofhalloween]

Huma "When love is blind"

Sorry this has taken forever life & sickness has been kicking my ass the past few weeks but I am surely & slowly working on finishing everything! I had fun experimenting with this one not my usually format. 

When 2 people are so in love they can’t see everything and everyone trying to pull them apart. Simply because Love is Blind. 

Age 5

Harry practically bounced into the dining room after his first day of school.

“How’d school go squirt?” Harriet asked tossing the homework from her backpack into the trash. “Great I made a new best friend!” “What’s his name?”“Her name is Uma! She’s really pretty and real smart!” “Ain’t that the spawn of Ursula? You can’t be friends with her she’s a sea Witch!” “So?”“Da says she’s gonna trick ya and steal ya soul boy! It’s what the do!” 

But the threat of losing his soul wasn’t a good enough reason to stay away from her. 

Age 6

Uma took her apron off and threw it on the counter was hardly shorter than her.

“Where do you think you’re off to?” Ursula said watching Uma head to the door.“Me, Gil, and Harry are gonna go throw rocks at the Goblin’s ship from the pier.” “I told you a million times I don’t want you to hang around those boys!”“But why?”“Those Gaston’s are dumb as a boot and there’s too many of those Hook bastards running around. Means those males only want 1 thing. So you stay here pick up another shift.”

She groaned and picked back up her apron. She didn’t understand what ‘thing’ her mom was talking about but she knew it wasn’t enough to keep her from hanging out with them.

Even her mom couldn’t stop her from hanging out with them.

Age 7

Harry didn’t understand what he was hearing. Gil was their best friend! So why couldn’t he play anymore?

“Dad said I can play with you but said I can’t play with Uma anymore. He said I am a man and I can’t be letting a little girl boss me around. Its not manly and it looks bad on our family.”“So I gotta choose between you or Uma?”“I’m sorry but my dad said.”

That was the last time he hung out with Gil for a long time. He never had the heart to tell Uma why Gil wouldn’t play with them anymore.

But even Gil wasn’t worth losing his best friend over.

Age 8

Mal sighed annoyed as they played tag. It was summer so all the kids were busy swarming the docks causing problems and mischief for all the workers. But no one dared speak up when I’m the presence of some of the most wicked villain’s children and their friends. It was Harry’s turn to count when Mal pulled Uma to the side.

“Why do you hang out with him?”“What do you mean?”“He’s so dumb he can’t count to 10! Let’s just ditch him and go do something fun.” Mal said grabbing her arm.“He’s not dumb he just can’t count is all. Lots of people can’t.”“Ugh fine but seriously you need to stop hanging out with him.”

Uma rolled her eyes and ran back to the game.

Sure Mal and her were best friends but it wouldn’t ever stop her from hanging out with her other best friend.

Age 9

Harry sighed listening to his dad ranting about his note sent home from school. He failed math…..again. You’d figure his dad would be used to it seeing as he never actually passed math in the first place.

“That is it! I have had it with this never ending failure from you! You are grounded no more friends, no more going to the docks, and definitely no more Chip Shoppe.”“But I promised I’d come down tonight and-”“You stay away from that witch, boy! You are grounded.”“Fine for how long?”“Till you can count to 10.” Hook said with a smirk.

Little did he know Harry would sneak out every night for a month out to the Shoppe. She’d waitress carrying trays almost the size of her and he’d repeat counting over and over. Soon enough he was ungrounded & free to do as he pleased.

Not even numbers could stop Harry from seeing Uma.

Age 10

Uma laid in her room it was the only safe place anymore from that stupid name. Ever since Mal dumped that bucket of shrimp on her the name Shrimpy followed her everywhere. Right along with the smell that just wouldn’t leave no matter how many times she bathed. If she wasn’t working she was either in the bath scrubbing raw or hiding away in her room. That was when there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for an answer Harry walked in.

“Go away Harry.”“But I haven’t seen ya in weeks!”“Good.”“Come on I missed ya.”“Harry leave me alone for your own good. You don’t want to be associated with ‘Shrimpy.”“No one’s laughed at me yet. I think I’m good.”“Seriously Harry go away. I fucking smell.”“I kinda like it actually. Smell like the sea.”“Stop trying to make me feel better.”“I’m telling ya the truth. Besides ya aren’t Shrimpy that name doesn’t fit ya Darling. And besides ya gotta hear what happened on the docks…”

She knew then there was no way he was leaving  and no way she wanted him to. That was the first time he ever called Darling.

Nothing could keep Uma from hanging out with Harry not even Uma herself.

Age 17

Harry had spent the better part of the last 6 hours pacing up and down the docks eyes out towards the border waiting for her to come back. She had to come back right? She wasn’t going to just leave them. He pushed that thought from his head he couldn’t let his mind go there.

The crew had been trying to get him to go to bed or at least something to eat. It was 3am he couldn’t see anyways. But he pushed them away telling them off in no uncertain terms.

“Harry….” there she was still dripping wet in a torn up teal ball gown.“Uma! I knew you’d come back.” He said grabbing her pulling her close.“I’m wet.” She mumbled into his chest he pulled her closer as her arms wrapped around him.“I don’t care.”“I fucked up.”“I don’t care about that either Darling.”

That’s when Harry knew getting off the Isle didn’t mean as much if it meant losing her in the process. She was the most important thing in his world.

Not even the barrier could keep them apart.

Age 21

Uma looked once more in the mirror at the short white dress. Sure it was from the current style in Auradon but she was never one for following trends. There was a knock at the door as Gil stuck his head in.

“You ready?”“Yeah.” She said grabbing the small Lily bouquet off the dresser. “Look ok?”“You look amazing.” Gil said adjusting her medium length veil he made her.“Think he’s gonna cry?”“Absolutely.”“Good.”

From then on nothing would ever keep them apart because they only saw each other.

[trickormemes]

Elijah & Christine sentence starters

195 starters feel free to change gender pronouns content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, drug mention, sexual themes, violence

"I'll fucking kill you, you hear me?! I'll fucking kill you!"

"I just woke up and realized that I got fucking bit by a brown fucking recluse spider, which is my literal biggest fear."

"I actually feel like I'm on the set of Glee right now."

"You're gonna get bullied. Or do the bullying, I don't know..."

"Someone's gonna jerk off to this."

"No, we have to go. No. Come on."

"I don't have a tongue."

"Yeah, I'm pretty gay."

"What if someone's window was down at a stop sign and I screamed at the top of my lungs "Help! Help me, they're trying to kill me!"? What would they do? How would they react?"

"I got my test results back! I'm gay!"

"I peed my pants at the movie theater when we saw the last Lord of the Rings movie because I drank an extra large Mr. Pibb, and it was like a four hour movie, and I didn't wanna miss it so I just peed my pants and I was literally, like... I was like ten years old."

"This should not be on the internet."

"That is a furry butt plug."

"Do you know where vaginas are?"

"Just eat the lube."

"We're not making a fucking sex tape."

"He just called me ugly."

"You are gonna have the cock of a life time."

"I went to the bathroom because I had to poop, but I was pooping so hard I started sweating and I had to get my makeup redone."

"I broke it."

"What is that on your shirt?"

"I feel like Hannah Montana in the beginning of the Hannah Montana Movie where she has to drive the golf cart into the backstage of the stadium to get to hair and makeup on time."

"Finger me with those!"

"_____! Wake the fuck up, you're at a party!"

"Honey, I'm going to fucking Willy Wonka's goddamn chocolate factory!"

"See, bitch? What the fuck I tell you? Willy goddamn Wonka."

"Tell me why it's five o'clock in the morning and you have a fucking tomato on your bed."

"Why do you have hot dogs in your fucking backpack?"

"Look at that little mannequin. Why is he standing like that?"

"I got this pretty sick disappearing act. You wanna see it?"

"What's your social security number?"

"That's not an air horn, that's hair spray."

"Listen, I was told to be a YouTuber all I needed was some fucking Orbeez and a hot knife."

"I post new videos every day because I have no goddamn life."

"You're fucking cleaning these up!"

"I'm gonna throw up my slushie."

"I always knew since the day I was born I was meant to be a goblin."

"A small child just kicked my leg. Not even joking."

"You look like you might get kicked out of a Christian Halloween party."

"I like my women like I like my forks. In my mouth."

"You lost already."

"You walked a whole block and didn't fall over. Good job."

"Eat the booty like groceries."

"You need to go because you don't fucking live here."

"I hope you both fucking fall."

"I'M LEAKIIIINNGG!!!"

"You look like you're fucking dying."

"I got your beef and broccoli right here, baby."

"I feel like I'm in clay-mation. I feel my whole life is in stop-motion. I'm Coraline."

"Yeah, and by 'yeah' I mean 'fuck no.'"

"Get your witch fingers off me."

"You look like Kesha in 2009."

"Nobody here fucking knows you."

"I know in my heart that it isn't true, but it still hurts my feelings."

"_____ just got a Nintendo Switch, uh, so she just... hasn't said a word for the past 48 hours."

"This is some complicated Lego action. There's two fucking booklets."

"Would you fuck like a real—like a life-size Lego person?"

"I would fuck Lego Chris Pratt. I would fuck human Chris Pratt. I would fuck Chris Pratt's horse. I said horse, I meant corpse."

"Not everything is gay fanfiction, _____."

"It's spicy. It got in my eye."

"Oh my god, it's a Valentine's Day card from my grandpa... And he gave me ten dollars!"

"Get up. We're going out to dinner."

"_____, you are the most disgusting person I know, and I just wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

*rapping* "Rain drop, drop top, he just proposed with a Ring Pop."

"Okay, can you not be... so cute?"

"Why are you smoking weed on the fucking toilet?"

"Bitch, you know this isn't your house, right?"

"I wanna bake fucking weed brownies in an EZ Bake oven, so we're going into Walmart to get an EZ Bake oven."

"A solid substance is definitely not a good substitute for liquid."

"I don't know how to park this fucking car."

"How do you smell like Home Town Pride? What would my— My hometown would smell like stale beer and, like, Cheetos."

"Look, they make personalized candles. Smells like divorce."

"Even I don't know why I did that."

"_____, I'm literally gonna shit myself."

"I know you can't drink anymore. You've had too many shots."

"Oh, I fucking hate you! You bitch! Fuck you!"

"This is so easy. Why do you complain about it? It's not a hard job."

"God is a woman."

"Which side are you trying to fucking get on? Which one?"

"Why the fuck would we smoke weed out of a watermelon?"

"I just made a fucking Pringle bong, bitch."

"I feel like I'm being probed by aliens."

"Do whatever you want to me."

"Make it ten dollars next time, bitch."

"I am shooketh."

"I licked it. I got a little taste."

"It's a fucking cake. Stop calling it brownies."

"Honey, my life's Hell on Earth."

"It's not that fucking deep, it's a video game."

"Why the fuck do you look like a Miami coke-dealer dad right now?"

"Man, I feel like I'm in, like, Sex and the City right now. Like an episode of Girls right now. Like I'm in an episode of, like, Broad City."

"I'm giving _____ 'fuck me' eyes."

"Don't change the song, you're not the fucking DJ. What are you putting on?"

"Why do you know the whole dance?"

"If I croak, you can have my eye balls."

"I'm drunk as shit."

"It's been two hours of this shit. Can you guys just fucking stop?"

"We said we weren't gonna drink tonight, and now we're drunk on these stairs."

"YOU'RE FUCKING TOASTING PIZZA?!"

"You get points on the creativity, but you fucking lost on the execution, BITCH!"

"Get in the fucking car."

"_____, we've been driving for six fucking hours. Where are we going?"

"Quit being such a little bitch."

"I'm filming this. This is a horrible film."

"My drag name is Goblin Breath."

"I bit my swimming instructor in the face."

"Why would I have to be drunk to do that?"

"I feel like three-years-old is a little too old to be biting people in the face."

"That is the most 'you' sentence I have ever heard come out of your mouth."

"COME ON, DRINK UP, BITCH!"

"You're ten shots in already? This is gonna be a fucking disaster."

"I full-on peed my pants."

"_____, the smile you got when you thought you answered that right was pretty amazing."

"How my ass taste, bitch?"

"_____, I don't think you can put a dildo on top of Christmas tree. It's really weird."

"Okay, I'm not sure if it's historically accurate, but I'm pretty sure Jesus would puke too."

"If you fuck this up, I will JFK you."

"Why am I fucking trusting you to do this?"

"I'm still drunk, but today's another day, you know?"

"Can you hold it together for two fucking minutes?"

"I can't hold it together for three fucking seconds."

"Sorry you're low-key ugly."

"Hey, baby girl, you high as fuck."

"Someone's gonna Photoshop a dick in your mouth. And now I just solidified that by saying it."

"This looks like the beginning of a CSI episode where, like, a crazy cat lady gets murdered."

"Didn't I tell you you're not allowed to talk on our vlogs unless your shirt's off?"

"I'll fuck your belly button."

"Why are you still here? You have your own house."

"Honestly, these little dick candies aren't that fucking bad."

"My mom is disappointed in me."

"I got a gingerbread house."

"Aggressive, max. size twelve-inch—sounds good!"

"Your math probably isn't off, but like, your morals are."

"Oh look, another sad kid in a black hoodie."

"I built a little ball pit to smoke weed in."

"I'm the Rachel Ray of alien egg-laying dildos."

"Are you using a marker to stir it? There's literally spoons over there."

"Let's keep it PG, please."

"If you spit in my mouth I will murder your family. I will murder your entire family. I will gut you and feed you to the birds."

"Okay, the three things I hate: heights, small spaces, and you."

"Why are you the adult Honey Boo Boo child?"

"Do I need this? No. Do I want it? ...Also no."

"You better stop it, you're gonna give me a little chub."

"This is why people think we're dating all the time."

"This is supposed to be bottomless mimosas. I can clearly... I can cleary see the bottom."

"If I don't get married in the next five minutes I will riot."

"This is the most action I've gotten in years."

"Already spilled... literally ten seconds into my meal. Awesome."

"I don't even know what I said. I don't know what I'm saying right now."

"That ruined my life."

"The taste is good, the texture is like eating your grandpa's ballsack."

"The world would be a better place if everybody just pissed their pants."

"I'm not even gonna try because I know the answer's no."

"I mean, I'm seeing it right now and I'm underwhelmed."

"You're a walking fucking disaster."

"Take a bite. Get ready to have your world rocked."

"I HOPE YOU BREAK UP!"

"You look like a fucking glazed donut, honey."

"Ew, ew, oh my god, there's children, ew!" *gags*

"Not the first time I've ruined a party because I was naked and screaming."

"That used to be a [insert restaurant name] and I almost fought a girl in the parking lot once. But she didn't show up."

"Oh my god, that's dark. Why did you laugh?"

"This show's not for free, honey."

"Why is your brain full of so much useless information?"

"Why did you just call Mr. Krabs by his first name?"

"It tastes like a Starbust for your dick."

"No one wants to fuck you. Sorry."

“Like the most basic law of human nature. Everyone knows that... bagels are straight.”

“Recreate the Friends intro right now.”

“GO! YES! BITCH! GET IT!”

“I got this soda from a gas station-truck stop, and apparently it’s soda that makes you horny.”

“I need two pasties for one nipple because my nipples are so big. Like, this big. They’re, like, not pepperonis, they’re like salamis.”

“I’m, like, livid. I cannot believe you don’t have a phone case right now. What is wrong with you?”

“The horny soda! I’m horny now!”

“I feel like I’m in a romantic comedy.”

“We’re gonna fucking die out here. It’s like The Hills Have Eyes.”

“We’re stranded in the desert... Well, at least we’re together.”

“At least friendship doesn’t overheat.”

“My conditioner opened in my backpack and now it looks like there’s cum on all my clothes.”

“Trying to get laid is so fucking annoying.”

“See, if you get an Audi and you drive it off the lot, it depreciates immediately. Chanel doesn’t depreciate. I can sell this in ten years.”

“I’m having a quarter-life crisis.”

“Why am I out of breath?”

“How do you fit two penises in one hole?”

“You were just crawling naked on the ground. Why would you do that?”

“It’s 7:30 in the fucking morning. Go back to sleep.”

“Does it hurt for water to become ice? You’re changing your molecular composition. Like... you’re probably gonna experience some discomfort.”

“Are you gonna cry now? What is going on?”

“I have not looked this shitty in so long.”

“I feel like I got hit by a fucking bus.”

“Run ‘em over.”

“Why are there ghosts in my fucking apartment?”

“If I wanna sit on the grass and feel the uneasy presence of ghosts, I would just go to my grandma’s house.”

“I’m like a surprisingly good cook for somebody whose method of cooking is just putting everything in a pan and hoping for the best, but it works out, like, nine out of ten times.”

“I flake on people, I’m sorry. I’m also a bad texter.”