#it was a scary dream it was like an any second somebody is gonna find us here dream . it wasn’t entirely in minecraft just the end bit

[freakdog]

this happened to me in a dream last night

[fvrxdrm]

The Start of a New World - NSFW (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Pairing: Werewolf!Leon x F!Reader

Warning(s): Mentions of werewolf sex, breeding kink

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There was a myth, a legend that surrounded the kingdom somewhere in the seven seas. It was no human nor was it an animal, they said; it was a monster. It bore no mercy for those who stepped foot in its domain and those who bore witness to its feral eyes shall see the last of the soaring moon.

Twisted, broken, and begrudged it was. Its vendetta for its fallen clan hardened its youthful heart and those who spilled the blood of its family shall never see the rise of the morning sun ever again.

How cruel they were, those who thought unjustly of them.

How brutish they were, those who shattered their peace.

They were the monsters of their own land and it was only just that their ferocity should go awry.

Its mate was a mere human whose heart was pure and whose beauty was beyond compare: her gentle hair tumbled in the earth’s colors, her lips brought a brightness on every day, both in their perky hue and the sun-golden words she shone, her eyes in the early dawn were the dew, scattering the nascent rays, ever illuminating every soul; withered or not.

She’d caught the hearts of many but none of those carried the most unfeigned love she searched for. Every one of them fancied for her love solely because of her looks, some because of her power and riches, but never because of her, and her desires didn’t match those of theirs.

It was when the moon shone in the blackness of the sky with nothing to hide from the crowd did she find herself meandering through the woods, hoping to void her head from the voices making trouble inside. It was beautiful, she thought. Even in the darkness: the branches were dancing with the flow of the wind, and the rivers sang a silent song that could lull anyone to sleep; crickets were chirping about, and frogs were croaking as they hopped from one place to another. All she could think about was how the nature in front of her was both a dream and a nightmare.

However, unbeknownst to her, as she was wondering what the mystified eyes could see, the creature that the people feared was watching her with marveling golds whilst it hid its existence behind a bush. It was ready to pounce and feast on the intruder’s pristine flesh but somehow, something shed light from deep within its hardened heart. She was one of those pesky humans, it thought, but something told it that she was unlike the others. That she had a heart of gold nobody was deserving enough to possess. And so, it let the hunger go and continued to scrutinize her from afar when the sun had long set.

This went on for days until they turned into weeks, and then into months, and until she found the wolf lying unconscious on the spot where she usually sat with blood pooling beneath its wounded leg. And being the angel that she was, she untangled the tie of her cotton hood and teared the end of the cloth before heading towards the river and soaking a small part of what remained of her hood. She came back not even a minute later and cleansed the lesion before wrapping what she ripped up with gentle hands.

Throughout the night, instead of focusing on the usual, she kept an eye on the injured wolf until she couldn’t bear keeping her eyes from snapping shut any longer and fell into a slumber against a tree nearby. Somewhere in the late night did the creature finally wake up. Its body was burning in agony and its limbs couldn’t even support it no matter how hard it tried due to the strong hits it took from defending itself from those who attempted to finish its kind which only consisted of the wolf alone. It whimpered and whined, and its eyes roamed around its form until they landed on a colored fabric that enclosed around its injury. The wolf was baffled, to say the least. It looked around for whoever took care of its wound and when the creature saw the very girl he admired, its eyes softened into a dreamy blue.

She took care of him. He knew she wasn’t one of them. She was different. She didn’t see him as a monster, she saw him as another living being, he thought. Surely she’d heard of the myth surrounding the forests and truthfully, she did. But she just thought it was ridiculous and her fellow townsfolk were just making up stories to scare their children from playing outside. Sure, wolves can be scary, but aren’t humans scarier? Animals kill to survive, but humans kill for either the same reason or for their own twisted thoughts’ sake. She had heard of what happened to the lycans a few years ago and she couldn’t blame the last wolf standing for his intentions. The wolf was just another being trying to live the life he should have.

Many months had passed and the girl would often visit the wolf during the night. She would often bring left-overs for him to eat and she would talk to him as if she knew he would understand the words she was saying. Every hello got more and more exciting, and every goodbye got more and more painful, and before she knew it, she was falling for him.

For the normal people, it was weird and unusual for their own kind to be besotted with a being so contrasting to them, but for her, it felt like it was something common, something not alien. She thought about it for a second but then she realized, if this was the definition of humanity, something so full of distress and chaos and misunderstanding, then, she doesn’t want to be a part of it. Fuck the double-standard mentality, fuck injustice, fuck beliefs, fuck them. She was somebody who aspired more than this and she deserved better than this. So, she’s going to listen to her instincts and go towards her own direction. The heart wants what it wants, after all.

And so, that’s how she found herself laying on the ground, bare against the air, with a bundle of fur serving as a furnace on top of her as the wolf licked her skin where hills formed. Her eyes were closed in gratification, the creature pounding her walls with a dick so big and satisfying. He had marked her, and now he was going to make sure she would be filled with his little pups. They would be playing in the grass, eat the food they needed and wanted, and he would make sure all humans were to be killed if they did dare make a move on his children…their children. She was his as he was hers and nobody, not even the devils of the world, could tear them apart.

There was a myth, a legend that surrounded the kingdom somewhere in the seven seas. It was no human nor was it an animal, they said; it was a monster. It bore no mercy for those who stepped foot in its domain and those who bore witness to its feral eyes shall see the last of the soaring moon.

Twisted, broken, and begrudged it was. Its vendetta for its fallen clan hardened its youthful heart and those who spilled the blood of its family shall never see the rise of the morning sun ever again.

How cruel they were, those who thought unjustly of them.

How brutish they were, those who shattered their peace.

They were the monsters of their own land and it was only just that their ferocity should go awry.

Its mate was a mere human whose heart was pure and whose beauty was beyond compare: her gentle hair tumbled in the earth’s colors, her lips brought a brightness on every day, both in their perky hue and the sun-golden words she shone, her eyes in the early dawn were the dew, scattering the nascent rays, ever illuminating every soul; withered or not.

Their children were the start of an evolution and all lycan families were now at peace.

“I’m gonna name you...Leon.”

 *****

@lunarastrobabe​ @wesker-stan​

[yoichichi]

Big Brain Bitches Playlist ❣️

For the lovely @nataliahaslosthershit , thank you for always being so kind and being patient!!!

disclaimers: this is a fem!reader since it is a request, so if there’s any instances where those pronouns or the fact it’s a fem reader is alluded to that’s why!

warnings: Tsukishima, that’s the warning

gif not mine, credit to owner

a/n: thank you for being so patient sweetie!! I really hope you like this and I did my best with the playlist to include a little bit of everything you like!!!

Relationship Headcannons

As much as Tsukishima would lowkey HATE the way you always wanna make friends (not really he just likes being a shithead) he also just finds it so cute??? Like he’s like 🙄✋🏼 must you talk to everyone?? But is also like :) shes so friendly and tries so hard to be nice :) how did I find someone like her :) but he keeps that on the lowkey a bit and GOD LET ANYONE BE RUDE TO YOU WHEN HE SEES YOU AS AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL‼️‼️‼️

Tsukishima is also focused on his studies and would appreciate you being focused as well, he would hate to see you over stressed from the importance your parents put on it, and he’d always be doing/saying things to get you to relax as best as he could

“You’ve gone over this 5 times, do you really think you’re that stupid that you have to go over it again?”

“We should take a break, let’s go take a walk to the corner store and find some good snacks. Studying is always more effective if you take breaks like that anyway.”

It is, but he’s more concerned with removing those frown lines from your forehead and warming your hand up with his

Sidenote - definitely the type to blow on your hands while their held in his to warm them up

ANYWAYS

Regardless, it’d become a habit for you two to always do your studying together since he wants to be sure you’re not overworking yourself.

STUDY DATES‼️‼️

Idk I can just see him always bringing a second bottle of water with him just in case you need it ??LMAO like y’all would be studying and you’d be like

“I’m a little thirsty, I’m gonna get-“

“🤨”

boom bottle of water on the table for you

PLS he won’t give it to you until you mention you’re thirsty tho, unless he feels like he hasn’t seen you drink enough water

I don’t see him as a big talker while he studies with you unless you’re helping each other out, he just kind of likes your presence while you guys are studying cause it feels like bonding and he just likes spending time with you :)

A bit off topic of study dates but you can’t tell me his love language ISNT quality time and he would never admit it but he’s definitely clingy lowkey LMAO

like he just wants to spend his free time with you even if it’s just being in the same room together but doing different things?? He thinks being able to be your own person while still enjoying each other is important in a relationship

So of course he’ll sit in a room with you and eavesdrop read a book while you gossip with your friends over the phone and then listen to you rant about it after

just like how he appreciates when you ask about his day while you cook dinner together and ask him all kinds of follow up questions, cause you actually care and want to know!!

Ok but ANYWAY back to study dates:

So like I was saying, not a big talker, but I feel like complete silence would freak him out?? This mf always got his headphones so one of you has got to be playing music while you’re studying, but do you know what this means?

This means that a song has definitely come on that he likes and he totally was humming or even quietly singing along to himself, not really thinking about the fact you were there and can definitely hear him, and as soon as he realizes he would just look at you and shut up SO fast LMAO

Like he’d just get wide eyed and breath in and stop singing and just kind of look up at you AND HIS EARS WOULD BE SO RED (he’s an ear blusher for sure) and he’d do that WHITE BOY SMILE THING WHERE HE HAS DEAD EYES AND HIS MOUTHS A THIN LINE but he’d look so shy and embarrassed plssss and he’d just look back down to his textbook and try not to think about it

And you’d just giggle and he could only groan and be like “let’s move on 😐” BUT YOURE DEFINITELY NOT FORGETTING THAT

But study dates?? Yeah they’re important to you two

Tsukishima would also be constantly making sure you’re taking care of yourself outside of studying, like making sure you’re needs are taken care of since you have a tendency to over look them in the favor of others (which I feel like would really drive him crazy cause you’re his baby!!! He can’t stand that thought !!!)

Like if he saw you offer a friend your last snack knowing you hadn’t eaten enough today he’s slapping a snack in your possession so fast like 😐 eat this, now.

ITS A LITTLE AGGRESSIVE IN THE CALMEST WAY but it’s just cause you’re important to him

The bullying??? Yes he’d love that cause he’s just like 😳‼️ you keep up with him and he’d just love the back and forth between you two so much

Queue the eye rolls and lopsided smirk while he’s grabbing your hand and kissing it telling you to shut up

Regarding your stims - he’d definitely take notice and probably do things like always holding your hand to make sure you aren’t hurting yourself too bad!

I know people have mentioned him not being that big on PDA but I feel like he’d take a neutral stance on it, like holding your hand is so innocent and if it helps you not pinch your wrists or picking at your nails of course he’s gonna do it!! It’s his way of showing you he notices and cares 🖤

Regarding your self confidence, he’d definitely still bully you cause cmon 🙄 this is your guys love language and he knows you know it’s harmless, and the last thing he’d want to do is make you feel like he’s coddling you and suffocating you by not being silly with you the way he normally would

HOWEVER

If anyone else clowns on you whew please it is over for them

Like let’s say you meet the boys and you and hinata are clowning on each other?? Tsuki is NOT playing games LMAO like he’d definitely be like

😐😐 hinata I KNOW you’re not talking and you’d have to remind him in private that it’s ok he doesn’t care he will bully hinata any chance he gets

Okok real talk Tsukishima would think it’s so fucking cool you know how to speak more than one language!!! Not the type to necessarily be like let me hear it 🤠 but if you do speak another language around him he’s always like 🙂 wow, that was pretty cool

Ok also?? Both of you being introverts?? Tsuki is happy to the MAX

Like he just gets to come home to you and detox in his little home and sit with you on the couch and talk about your days and watch whatever you’re feeling and it’s just so recharging for him and he’s so grateful you’re perfectly ok with that :)

And finally, tell me he wouldn’t bully you for your height but also find it so so adorable 🙄‼️

Ahhhh!! Ok here is the acclaimed playlist I made for you!! I hope you enjoy it❣️

Ok I did my best to include your variety of music tastes in here!! But if there’s anything you’d like me to change please feel free to let me know and I will!!

Ahhhh I hope you like it, enjoy my descriptions below!

1. The Most Beautiful Thing - Bruno Major: ok so yes we’re starting this off with a dash of Tsuki angst, as much as I know he’d deny it he yearns for love. Like the idea of someone being so important they get his attention and devotion and they love him the same is sooo comforting to him! And sometimes he would daydream about it like :) I wonder when I’m gonna meet them, I wonder how, I can’t wait - but the way he would he embarrassed if anyone knew this - and when he DOES meet you it is not what he expected LMAO

2. 80’s makeout session - dacelynn:  OK SO HE MEETS YOU and is just like 👁👄👁 and it’s everything he dreamed of, if he was feeling irrational he might’ve even believed it was love at first sight but there’s one problem, the way Tsuki is be lowkey mad he wants your attention LMAO. Like you would meet and he would just look into your eyes and he feels his heart stop; and you’re so nice when you’re introducing yourself to him and your voice is so sweet and he can’t stop thinking about the way your curly hair is framing your face and he just oop 🤒 he got the love bug bad AND HED BE SO MAD cause like, he tries to only do things for himself! And that’s exactly why love was a daydream cause UGH HOW PATHETIC IS HE. He never tries impress anyone else cause he’s his biggest critic anyway, but suddenly he wants to be noticed by you and impress you and the way that would just irk him, but he cant help it 🤷‍♂️ sorry bout it Tsuki

3. IFHY (feat. Pharrell) - Tyler, The Creator: more on Tsuki being mad he likes you LMAO - I think what would push him to get over himself and how it’s kind of scary for him how much he likes you would be imagining what could happen if he DOESNT grow up and just let you know. The thought of you with somebody else? Yeah he don’t like that one bit and that’s when he knows he better suck it up and accept he’s got it for you hard

4. Make Me Your Queen - Declan McKenna: OK CALLING TSUKI SIMPS OUT- you’d want him so bad but he’s so bad at showing his interest!! So on your end it’d be soooo much pining and patience and a little bit desperate like PLS I jus wanna be your s/o man 😕 but don’t worry he likes you just as much, he’s just awful at showing that at first LMAO

5. Kiss Like A Woman - Mona: ok but once Tsuki accepts he’s got it bad, I don’t see him as someone who wastes time at. All. Like he’s like ok well she’s fucking great obviously if I like her cause I have great taste so it’s only a matter of time before someone else tries to get her attention, so I gotta act fast. However, he’s clueless so he’d think he’s being obvious but he’s not. Like he starts his habit of bringing you snacks and water on your study dates before they’re actually dates and you have no idea he likes you. And he thinks he’s being smooth like, how could you not know he likes you? But it’d be the end of your study session and you’re about to leave and he’s been wondering why it seems like maybe you’re not interested? He can’t tell so he’d just be like, “do you like me, too? Or am I making you uncomfortable? I’ve been waiting for you to let me know how you feel but you really haven’t said anything, so.” AND YOUD JUST BE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE 😳🧍🏻‍♀️ and you’re blushing hard so he’s like ok obviously she likes me? And he would kind of tilt his head in your direction and raise his eyebrows waiting for you to answer, cause he still wants to be sure. And you’d hold your books tighter to your chest and nod so fast. He’d walk over to you and kiss you on your cheek and be all, “see you tomorrow, idiot.” And walk off like a bad bitch, cause that was pretty smooth, but once his back is to you and his headphones are on while he’s walking away BOY IS BLUSHING HARDDDD CAUSE HE’S LIKE did I really just do that oh shit 🥴

6. A Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James: when I mentioned Tsuki liked to think about love this is exactly what I mean. He just wants something so relaxed and devoted and when he gets that with you? WHEW he is not letting that go!!

7. Black Dog - Arlo Parks: ok so this song itself is more intense than for what I’m writing for it and what it inspired me BUT this is really how Tsuki feels when he sees you overworking yourself. He can’t stand to see you stress so much over something, especially if it’s school, and then see you push your own limits in the favor of others. It’d definitely be a day where you come to his house to study but when you guys get there instead of pulling out the stuff from his bag he just sets it down and walks over to you and pulls you into his chest. After holding you for a while, he pulls back and makes you look up at him with his hands on your cheeks and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Are you ok?” It’s such a simple question but it really hits home and it’s one of the first times you guys simultaneously realize how much you care for each other. And you’d just hug him tighter and he decides nap time holds a little priority over studying right now.

8. come out and play - Billie Eilish: as smooth as Tsukishima can be or as clueless as he is, he’s also a shy lover for sure. It will take him a while to be genuinely soft and let his walls down and be vulnerable and tell you how much he cares about you, he try’s to show it as best as he can cause it can be easier than looking into your pretty eyes that make him all nervous and choke on his words while he tries to tell you he loves you. So it’ll take some coaxing and you being patient, but he’ll get there eventually and become more confident with his declarations of love.

9. Pleaser - Wallows: more on Tsuki being shy LMAO he wants to tell you he loves you SO BAD but he just cannot make himself do it

10. I’m Glad There Is You - Julie London: ok you mentioned slow dancing in the kitchen type songs? Stop it this is the one - to me this is the introvert love anthem , perfect for you two right? Like you’d be playing music in the kitchen while you two are cooking and this song would come on and normally he’s not a person who shows his affection much but this song would just get to him? Like he almost wants to cry??? He just looks at you, and maybe you’re humming a little, he really can’t tell but he doesn’t care cause you’re just so bright and gorgeous and the more he hears the song, the more his heart is starting to swell thinking of you. And so he wouldn’t be able to help himself. He’d just come up behind you and lean down so his head his resting on top of yours and his arms are wrapped around you. He leans down a little farther and presses a soft but long kiss to your cheek and just whispers how he loves you and hugs you tight one more time before going back to his part of cooking dinner; as if that wasn’t the first time he was finally able to tell you that.

11. Linger In My Arms A Little Longer Baby - Peggy Lee: kitchen dancing music kitchen dancing music kitchen dancing music !! I feel like once Tsuki dances with you ONCE he’d be addicted 😶 like you just look so happy and it hits him in his gut in the best way and he’d kill to feel like that with you again 🖤

12. Sweet Creature - Harry Styles: stop I fucking love Harry styles when I say Tsuki sees you as his home I MEAN it, it doesn’t matter what happens between you two. Sure, like any couple you guys argue and it can be rough sometimes, problems can arise it’s natural. But Tsukishima would never be the type to say something he doesn’t mean or do anything to ruin the relationship, you’re his person and no matter how much you two argue he’d always be sure you know he loves you and you’re the most important thing to him, and you’re very aware of that.

13. I Think I Like It When It Rains - Willis: ok a little bit of angst! In those difficult moments, sure sometimes Tsuki does wish it was like how it was a while ago when the pining and awkwardness was still there and you would go home after studying and you’d both still be giddy and trying to calm yourselves down. Cause the pining and awkward feelings were easy to solve, but these problems are harder, they’re the ones you solve for the long haul. But once he takes a breather he knows this is so much more important and worth it, and he’s reminded of how much he really loves you.

14. I CHOOSE YOU - Adam Melchor: you really would be living in Tsukis mind rent free LMAO and while he was all grumpy at first at the fact he even wanted your attention he’s so happy now it’s so cute pls. He goes to the store and sees something you like?? Yeah he’s buying it. Hears a song you might like? He adds it to the playlist you guys share (yes you would have one from when you would study together all the time and you’ve just kept it and he always add songs to it still for you) all in all, you take up his mind 25/8 now and he’s accepted it with a smile on his face

15. this is how you fall in love - Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler: introvert love anthem #2, this is literally so cheesy and I hope it fits your taste but anyways!! Falling in love is just so easy for you guys, it’s the easiest thing Tsuki’s ever done, and he holds a lot of pride to that statement.

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that’s it!!! That’s the thing!! Gosh I really hope you like it !! Thank you for being so patient and kind to me again, and don’t forget to message me if you need a change

-🐇out

[pennamesmith]

Return of the Skeletor

A family reunion. Find more Skeletor stories here! 

*

Micah remembered the other world. 

Most people could, in fact. The whole planet was affected. They’d all lived a life they thought was perfect. They’d all imagined something intangible. The memories were faded and fragmentary, like the recollection of a dream, but everyone was certain it had really happened. 

Even if nothing that had happened was real. 

At first Micah didn’t realize anyone else had shared in the dream. He’d lost track of time on Beast Island long ago, and when the collapsing portal closed around him he only assumed it was one of the despairing wasteland’s many tricks. He never had long to dwell on the matter, either. Soon after finding himself returned to reality (he could remember shouting to Angella, reaching for her, trying to tell her “I’m not dead!”) Micah had met the loud and unusual Princess Entrapta. And after her there came…

“She-Ra! It’s She-Ra!” a nasally voice shrieked. 

Micah was startled out of his reverie by a sudden clattering of hooves. The door to his Bright Moon office burst inwards and he was presented with the sight of a breathless Swift Wind. Sitting astride the rainbow-winged unicorn was one of Entrapta’s bots, a lanky drone she’d named ‘Skeletor.’

“The time has come!” Skeletor said. 

“It’s true!” Swift Wind confirmed. “I felt the sacred bond return just a minute ago. Adora and the others are back from Eternia! Darla is over the Whispering Woods right now!”

“What?” Micah jumped to his feet, abandoning his desk without a second thought. It was covered in a mountain of paperwork: royal records, his regent’s duties, and the calendar pages where he’d marked off every day since Glimmer and the rest of the Princess Alliance left for their dangerous mission to another universe. He rushed to the door where Swift Wind was standing. 

Skeletor reached out and helped Micah onto the horse’s back. “Join hands as we bring together our mystic powers!” the robot cried. Once Micah was settled, Swift Wind turned and leapt out the nearest window. They sailed through the skies. 

“What’s going on? Are they all right?” Micah asked, with undisguised worry. 

Swift Wind banked, soaring over the tree line. “I’m not sure! The ship is under control but — look, there it is!” 

Darla, the rebuilt First Ones ship, was descending rapidly from the sky over the treetops. Her flight was steady, but parts of the hull were damaged, and smoke trailed from one wing. Suddenly the ship lurched and plummeted into the trees, vanishing from sight. A plume of vegetation went flying as it plowed to a smouldering stop. 

Micah felt his stomach twist. “We need to get closer!” he called out in a panic. 

“I can take you there!” Skeletor declared, urging Swift Wind toward the ground. They touched down by the edge of a long path of smoking destruction that stretched deep into the woods. 

“They must have landed near here,” Skeletor deduced, observing the massive trench in the ground. He hopped off the horse’s back and ran ahead, making anxious utterances as he went. 

Micah dismounted and walked beside Swift Wind. “I hate this,” Micah confessed. “The staying behind, I mean. At least on Beast Island I was the only one I had to worry about, and I was in control of my own survival. But having to stand by while Glimmer goes into danger? I’m so proud of her, yet I’m also so scared.” 

“I know what you mean,” Swift Wind answered. “I trust Adora, but I also worry about her, like, all the time. Whenever we’re apart I get so restless. I just feel powerless!”  

“Sometimes letting them find their own way is all we can do,” Micah mused. 

They came into a clearing in the woods. Darla was there, sparking and steaming but generally intact. Skeletor hammered on the door. 

“Here, let me try to get you out!” he called. 

Something inside the ship made a noise. There was a hiss and a jet of steam, and Skeletor tumbled backwards, landing with a squawk at Micah and Swift Wind’s feet. They all stared at Darla, holding their breath expectantly.

The front hatch of the spaceship popped open. Entrapta erupted out of it, tumbling down the landing ramp in a ball of frizzled hair. She pulled her goggles up. 

“Aha! We made it!” she crowed, taking in her surroundings. “All in the right dimension and everything!” 

She reached into the recesses of her hair and emerged with a haggard Hordak. “Your piloting saved us! I knew you could do it!” she told him proudly. 

Hordak squinted through half-lidded eyes. “Is it over?” he muttered. “Are we still alive?”

“Yep!” Entrapta wobbled to her feet and gathered her partner up in her ponytails. “Now, let’s get you a checkup and some rest. You’ve had a stressful voyage!” 

She suddenly seemed to notice the gathered onlookers. “Oh! Hi Skeletor. Hi Bird Horse. Hi Micah. Guess what? You’re gonna love this!” Entrapta turned back to the ship. “Safe to disembark, crew!” she yelled, before trotting off with Hordak.

“Now we’ll see how clever you are!” Skeletor said. 

Mermista peeked around the door. “Ground!” she cried, throwing herself across the dirt in relief. “I never thought I’d miss you so much!” 

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad a flight,” Sea Hawk cajoled, helping her to her feet. “Why, I can think of a dozen — no, two dozen more harrowing trips I’ve taken in the Dragon’s Daughter XXVIII.” 

“You fishmonger,” Skeletor scoffed. 

Frosta was the next one out, followed closely by Perfuma and Scorpia. “Eternia was amazing!” the teenaged ice princess announced, brandishing a pair of frozen fists. “I got to punch so much stuff!” 

“Come on, it wasn’t all violence,” Perfuma pleaded. 

“Yeah, we learned a bunch about friendship and responsibility too,” Scorpia agreed. 

“Punch! Punch!” Frosta said. 

“You’re becoming evil, I can sense it!” Skeletor hummed approvingly. “Excellent!” 

Catra and Adora came next, and they were accompanied by a young man Micah had never seen before. He had a pink shirt, bobbed blond hair, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Adora herself. A sword hung on his back. He blinked as he emerged into the light. 

Swift Wind’s jaw dropped. “Adora! Is that…?” 

“Hey guys!” Adora grinned sheepishly. “So, funny story. You remember how when I was a baby I was taken from a hidden First Ones faction that nobody has ever been able to find since?” 

She held her hands out, presenting the newcomer. “Well, uh, we found ‘em! This is my twin brother, Adam!” 

Adam smiled and waved. “Hello everybody,” he chirped. 

“Brother?” Swift Wind sputtered. 

“He-Man!” Skeletor bellowed. 

The group fell into a chattering commotion, but Micah was hardly paying attention. Glimmer and Bow had appeared at the top of the ramp, holding each other as they looked out. Emotions that went beyond words swam in the young queen’s eyes. 

Adora saw where Micah was looking and quickly pulled her brother away. “We’ll tell you the whole story later, sir! Trust me, it’s hilarious. Now come on, I gotta show you around Etheria, bro.”

“Sure thing, sis,” Adam replied, grinning hugely. They pounded their fists together, adding their own sound effects as they did so, and marched off laughing. 

“They have been doing that the entire. Trip. Back,” Catra groaned, following close behind the pair. “Somebody save me.” 

“You furry coward,” muttered Skeletor. 

At the entrance to the ship, Glimmer and Micah hugged each other fiercely. When they finally broke, the old king could see that his daughter was smiling through her tears. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Glimmer sniffled. “So much happened. You wouldn’t believe how scary things got! Oh, but I totally had everything under control.” 

“I know you did,” Micah smiled back. But he could tell there was more. 

Glimmer’s face turned serious. “Dad,” she said shakily, tripping over her own words. “Listen. Entrapta’s theories about the other dimension were right. When we — I mean, didn’t know if…” 

Bow stepped in. “Your highness, I think there’s someone you should see.” He beckoned gently. Still at a loss for words, Glimmer nodded and took her father’s hand, leading him inside the ship. 

Micah’s heart was racing even before she rose from the chair and turned to face him. His breath caught when he saw the spreading wings, the shining light, the smiling face that he remembered so clearly. 

Their eyes met. It was a miracle. 

Just like on the island, a part of him couldn’t believe this was really happening. But it was. 

They both reached out. They’d mourned each other once. Their hands met. 

“Micah?” she asked, hardly believing it herself. 

“Angie?” 

*

Outside, both the princesses and their well-wishers had gathered around Adam, excitedly showing off the wonders of their planet. He gazed with delight at everything, marveling in the magical light of Etheria. His laugh brimmed with kindness. 

Skeletor elbowed his way through the crowd. “I can’t let any of you delay me! Out of my way, now!” he jabbered. “This is no time for jokes!” 

He made it to where Adora stood with her brother and glared. Adam turned in surprise, not sure what to expect. They stared at each other. 

Skeletor held his arms wide. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment!” he cried. “Take this, He-Man!” 

Then he lunged forward, and wrapped Adam in an enormous hug. 

“He-Man, I am your friend!” 

[hklnvgl]

⭐ let's talk more about fifteen years later series, my beloved. If you could talk more about how they are after the last piece you posted? How did Ronan and Adam reacted after Harvey accept the Barns as his home. I love them so much 💜

yay let's talk more about it! 💕 spoilers for the end of the series under the read more✨

director’s cut asks

i think adam and ronan were utterly delighted and relieved that harvey wants to officially be part of their family! i imagine it had to be really scary to accept that any judge could come and say what was going to happen to harvey no matter what they thought was right for him because the law is made with family reunification in mind (which is generally a good thing! just not in this case) so having a piece of paper that said that nobody could just take harvey away to hurt him would probably let them sleep easier at night! i do believe they already thought of harvey as their own kid at that point though! but they were also mindful of harvey's boundaries and of the fact that he is old enough to make his own choices so they were happy that harvey wanted to stay with them!

there is also a little thing that was never really adressed in the series that i wanted to get to but never found the chance—ronan's dreaming! ronan can dream in here too and for a brief second i pondered having them tell harvey all about it before harvey can make his mind but then i kept overthinking it because what if harvey decided not to stay? he'd maybe go somewhere else and meet some other people and it could be dangerous that he knew! (both for harvey and for ronan!) but is it fair that they withdraw such an important information from him? ronan can control everything at this point but you never really know right? what if they wake up one day and the house is flooded or in flames or full of poisonous food? so maybe harvey has a right to know if he's going to be part of it—but again he's just 12. he shouldn't have to think about these things, he should get to focus on his own life. i don't know if there's a right answer! in the end i decided that they wouldn't tell him just yet 🙃 (it might have also pushed harvey to say no so better not risk it? adam did think about that and ronan too but then decided not to dwell on it)

also i'm probably never gonna write it because it'd be a different story and totally deviated from my original idea and what i was aiming towards but i do know what happened to liv after she went back to live with her dad! they were mostly okay for a couple of years until her dad died so she went back to the system. the funny thing about the us foster system is that even with all its flaws it supports kids only to basically leave them homeless once they turn 18. so fast forward there's a party in town and harvey is the designated driver because he's a responsible kid™ and declan's older daughter is way too underage for being this drunk (she takes after her uncle probably) and they meet liv! and she's all nice and seems happy that harvey got adopted and is in a safe place and she plays it cool but she is very not okay because she's basically crashing in somebody's couch and she thinks she might be pregnant but doesn't really want to find out and you really can talk now huh? so harvey takes liv to the barns of course and on the way there his cousin pukes (and she gets yelled at by ronan bc declan had entrusted her to their care and he's going to think he can't control teenagers and anyway why are you drinking you have a happy life and adam looks at him like i'm not going to say it in front of the kids but honey you have no foot to stand on here) and they wrap liv in a very warm blanket and adam says he'll take her to the clinic in the morning and they have a room to spare if she wants to stay for a while 😭

[ambitiousskychild]

Glasses

It was just supposed to be for a little while. Just until they could fix his lenses. Two days tops, and then he’d have his glasses back. Contacts are torture, actual-ass torture, and he can’t be fucked to deal with them a single second longer than he needs to.

Of course, that’s what he said two days ago.

That’s the hill he would have stupidly died on two days ago before he bravely went to school expecting the very worst and instead got a whole bunch of positive reinforcement that, okay, maybe he was wrong. Maybe, on second thought, contacts aren’t quite so horrible. Maybe in the end, all they are are innocent clear little discs that, alternatively to glasses, open up your face so people can actually see it, and maybe, okay just maybe people have different opinions on his face—now that they can see it—than he’d always been led to believe.

Before, he would have said he’s always known what he looks like. He knows that he’s tall and gangly and awkward with a too-large nose and only-recently perfected teeth. He’s known that he’s pasty and loud and that his glasses, though ridiculous, surely aren’t the most ridiculous thing about him.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Because usually, people don’t really see him, but now people stare at him like he’s a different person—and maybe he is without his glasses. He certainly feels like one. Maybe in a weird, ridiculously fitting way, his glasses have been holding him back all this time. Like—like Velma from Scooby-Fucking-Doo, or even fucking Steve Urkel when he turns into Stephon, and isn’t that fucking nuts.

That’s how it feels when people stare at him these days. Like he’s not quite so much a dweeb anymore, and he doesn’t really know what to do with it.

Bill Denbrough himself tells him that he looks really good, which Richie doesn’t think Bill’s ever said to him in his entire life and he just does not know what to do with that. He doesn’t know what to do when Stan gives him a once over and ends it with a smile rather than a fondly exasperated sigh, or when Ben tells him he looks so grown up, or when he locks eyes with Eddie who does an up-to-now completely unprecedented doubletake.

“Wow,” he drawls, with his wide endless eyes so open and focused it’s scary. “You look like a real person.”

“As opposed to what?”

“A cartoon character,” he clarifies, which makes Richie laugh while Eddie just stares. He stares as the others continue to react, then he opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, then evidently changes his mind and leaves instead.

It’s weird.

And it’s like that for the next couple of days.

For the next couple of days, people see him. In the hallways and in class. They talk to him like he’s worth getting to know, like he’s somebody, and Eddie stares with that strange expression Richie can’t really decipher.

Some stupid part of himself wants to think that when Eddie looks at him like that, he’s star struck. Eddie stares at him like he’s never seen him before. He stares at him like he can’t look away, like he just can’t stop himself. It shocks Richie uncharacteristically silent, makes his mouth go dry, tongue like cotton in his mouth whenever he finds himself thoughtlessly looking around for Eddie only to find him already looking back.

Then midway through the week, he gets his glasses back.

He and his mom go pick them up after school and then his problem is officially over. He can take the hell-lenses out of his eyes, pop back on his frames and move on from this altogether weird experience. That’s what he tells himself.

And in the morning, he shoves the contacts back into his eyes and calls himself a dirty liar.

Just for the rest of the week, he tells himself, then he’ll stop. He’ll fill up on having positive attention for once, then he’ll stop. He’ll stock up on whatever having this version of Eddie’s attention means… then he’ll stop.

Come Friday, he already doesn’t believe himself, though. The losers go their separate ways after school with plans to meet up and waste time tomorrow, and Richie goes home, mind racing with thoughts of Eddie’s eyes on his and the set of his lips.

He thinks he’ll be stuck wearing these stupid contacts forever if it means Eddie will look at him like that. He thinks, as he falls asleep that night, that’s the stupid sacrifice he’s willing to make.

In the morning, he’s pulled rudely from floaty, blurry dreams by an incessant knocking sound somewhere that keeps going and going until he foggily realizes someone must be at the door. Until he realizes that his parents must not be here to answer it, so he’s going to have to get up and answer it himself.

Sleepily, he grabs his glasses off his nightstand, slips on a shirt and stumbles his way downstairs, bumping blindly into corners and doorknobs all the way. He yanks open the front door and nearly gets Eddie’s knuckles against his chest.

“Oh!” Eddie says, rearing back a bit in surprise. “Richie.”

Richie blinks blearily down at a pouting Eddie, takes in his pastel-colored polo and his scuffed up shoes. Takes in his wild, bewildered eyes and tries to make sense of it. “Expecting someone else?” he yawns.

Eddie looks up at him with furrowed brows, lips pressed together. “It’s one. You were supposed to meet us an hour ago.”

“What am I in trouble?”

“Just let me in.”

Upstairs, Eddie starts to relax, thick brows unfurrowing, shoulders unhunching. He’s sitting on the bathroom counter as Richie brushes his teeth. He’s got his arms folded across his chest as he leans against the mirror, one leg drawn up to his body as the other swings untethered, foot smacking lightly against the cabinet because his legs still aren’t long enough to reach the floor.

Richie watches Eddie’s foot swing so he doesn’t have to see his reflection any longer, doesn’t have to see the way his glasses magnify his eyes, the way they draw attention to his nose and block his cheekbones.

“Stan told me to remind you to put on sunscreen,” Eddie pipes up. Richie looks up to see him just about glaring down at the counter. “So you don’t fucking burn and peel in the sun like a fruit.”

“Oh, is Stan going to be the one to rub it on me?” Richie garbles. “Or do you want the job?”

“Don’t fucking talk with the toothpaste in your mouth,” Eddie snaps, sighing like he’s exasperated, but his small smile says otherwise. He still won’t meet Richie’s eyes though and that won’t do.

“That’s not really a no, you know.”

“Spit it out if you’re going to fucking talk! You know I hate when you do this.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I do it,” Richie laughs, but nonetheless, spits into the sink as unfavorably as he possibly can, watches as Eddie grimaces at him.

“You’re like a fucking animal,” Eddie tells him, a muted smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Richie nods smugly back as he rinses out his mouth, watches the way Eddie stares at him, small smile spreading and spreading, so Richie’s heart races and races until he knows he has to stop looking.

He removes his glasses, reaching for his contacts—

“Wait.”

Richie pauses, waits for Eddie to continue, but instead Eddie just stares like he’s surprised himself just as much as he’s surprised Richie. “Uh, why?”

“Because we’re gonna swim,” Eddie says. “You can’t go swimming in the dirty quarry water with contacts in your eyes.”

“Why not?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Well then I just won’t swim.”

“Oh, like you’re not gonna swim.”

“I won’t!”

“Bullshit, Richie, just wear your glasses.”

“No way, dude, apparently I’m hot like this. Your mom even—”

“If you finish that fucking sentence—”

Richie laughs, but suddenly can’t stand Eddie’s scrutiny. He twists the legs of his frames between his fingers under what he knows, even blind, is the weight of Eddie’s gaze. “Everybody likes me better like this.”

“Everybody,” Eddie scoffs, and Richie half wishes he could see Eddie’s expression, but is mostly glad he can’t. “Says who? Who the fuck is everybody?”

“You said I don’t look like a cartoon anymore,” Richie admits with a small laugh. “You know, you look at me different now. Like you see me. Like you don’t mind.” He can see a blurry Eddie just a foot away, staring at him like he just shook the world and drops his gaze back to his fingers, back to his glasses.

“So, me?” Eddie asks slowly, like he’s bewildered. “I’m everybody?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Richie backpedals, tries to laugh it off, but he sees Eddie roll his eyes.

“That’s literally what you just said,” Eddie says back. Richie can’t help but glance up only to see Eddie a little less blurry than before, a little closer, leaned just so over the edge of the counter, and Richie contemplates, briefly, just running right out of his house. “You said everybody and then talked about something I said specifically.”

“Okay, well you’re part of everybody. Like everybody is.”

“So, everybody tells you you look like a cartoon?”

“Okay, like, no, but—”

Eddie laughs. “Are you listening to yourself?”

Richie laughs helplessly back. “You know I usually don’t.” He’s somehow a combination of amused and embarrassed as he stares down at the blurry line of Eddie’s leg against the counter. He watches, almost frozen as Eddie’s hand moves across the counter and closes around his glasses.

“Yeah, you do,” Eddie rolls his eyes, hands coming up to carefully slide the glasses onto Richie’s face, and Richie stares dumbstruck as the love of his life comes into perfect clarity. Eddie is staring him right in the eye like he’s someone worth seeing, and he looks so soft. Soft like Richie’s bringing it out of him, soft like Richie’s got the power to even do that, soft like a dream. And Richie is hopelessly trapped in Eddie’s honeyed gaze as his thumbs tap the legs of Richie’s glasses over his ears and says, “You listen to that dumb voice inside that gives you shit all the time. The fucked-up one that told you no one sees you like this.”

“Hah,” Richie chokes out, throat full of nerves as he realizes how close Eddie is. He tries to laugh it off, but it only comes out strangled. “Okay, you can stop fucking looking directly into my soul now—”

“Will you just shut up and let me tell you that I see you?”

“I—huh?” Richie asks breathlessly.

Eddie looks just as breathless. “You blind motherfucker, I like you. Like this. Glasses and everything, okay? So if you wanna wear your dumb contacts because you like them, then whatever, but if it’s because you think no one sees you like this, then—” Eddie shrugs but it’s defensive because he’s nervous about Richie of all people—it makes Richie feel like he can’t breathe.

“You kidding?” Richie manages, heart beating a mile a minute as Eddie stares at him like that. “I’d probably fucking sleep in these if you said that’s what you wanted.”

And Eddie rolls his eyes, says, “You’re so fucking stupid,” then kisses him, lightening quick before Richie can do a thing about it, pulls away before Richie can follow, and stares up at him, looking just as surprised as Richie is. Face blooming redder, Eddie jumps down off the counter and ducks around him. “We’re late, come on,” he calls over his shoulder. Richie hears him hit the stairs, footsteps quick and frantic like he can’t stop moving, like he’s worked himself up.

Richie can’t say he doesn’t feel the same.

Before he leaves the bathroom, he catches himself in the mirror, red-faced and grinning, glasses big and a little crooked over his face, but fitting. Just the way Eddie apparently likes him.

[pedropascalonline]

Love is fire

Maxwell Lord x Reader 

Summary: Y/N is saving up to attend the university of her dreams,she is shocked to find out that her father got her a job as Maxwell Lord’s assistant. Y/N can’t stand him but soon enough they become infatuated with each other.

Warnings: Swearing. 

A/N : Hello everyone. I’m an absolute simp for Max Lord. I hope y'all like this and want me to continue. Feedback is appreciated and remember to let me know if you want to be tagged.

“I’m sorry Wyndham but there’s nothing to do, I just don’t have an opening at the moment.”

“That’s okay, Mr.Lord I was just hoping that maybe there would be a place here for my y/n I have worked here for years and I was kind of envisioning the same thing for her.”

Wyndham had been Maxwell's personal driver since he was 40 and Maxwell only 20, now that he was 65 the time came for him to go home indefinitely at the end of his shift today.

“Mr.Lord, I have them on the phone for you.” said his redhead assistant Anna. Who was visibly uncomfortable in her high heels.

“Are you alright Anna?” asked Wyndham noticing her uncomfortable walk.

“Oh yes thank you, I just can’t wait for this one to finally come out, he’s making my feet swell like crazy,” said Anna as she looked down at her swollen belly.

Max rolled his eyes at interaction.

“Right Wyndham I need to take this call I’ve been waiting for it all week, I’ll see you later then. Remember it’s straight home tonight.”

“Of course Mr.Lord.”

Wyndham and Anna took their leave and left Max to do his job, which seemed like lately, it was only screaming at people.

X

You sighed as you wiped down the sticky counter top, you couldn’t believe that it was the fifth time a child had knocked over their drink on your shift. Every time you reminded yourself to never have children.

“Y/N when you’re done there can you please come to help me in the back ?”

“Yes, Charlie I’ll be there in a minute,” you answered.

Charlie was your boss but also your best friend. He’s the one that got you your waitressing job after you finished high school together.

His family owned the cafe where you worked. Your family didn’t have enough money to send you to the university of your dreams so you decided you’d make the money yourself. It was proving to be more difficult than you initially thought.

“What’s up?” you asked Charlie.

“Are we going out tonight or what? This week has been exhausting and I need a distraction.”

“You can say that again but unfortunately not tonight, it’s my dads last night of work and I want to be there when he gets home.” You said smiling sadly.

Charlie sensed your change in mood and hugged you.

“Hey, cheer up. It’s the 80’s anything can happen, just don’t give up yet.”

“My parents are old, and now my dad won’t be bringing back money anymore, my mum is getting tired of looking after kids all day and now I’ll have to start helping with bills. I don’t mind doing it but this just isn’t how I saw my plan going yah know?” tears were spilling down your face at this point and Charlie pulled you in tighter.

“Listen, you’ve got this. If there is anybody that can do this, it’s you. I’ve never seen you fail at anything and I won’t have you start now.”

“I love you so much,” you said as you held him closer.

“I love you too babe.”

X

“You ready Mr.Lord?” Asked the elderly man.

“Always,” replied Max as he got into the back seat of his limousine.

Wyndham got into the car and adjusted his mirrors for the last time. He put on his driving hat. His eyes meeting Max’s in the rearview mirror.

“Going home, Mr Lord”

Maxwell only nodded as the car took off. He’s heard those words for over 25 years and now it’s suddenly stopping. His new driver will be picking him up on Monday morning and he sighed at the thought of having to get to know someone all over again.

The city was alive with teenagers partying, adults dancing and kid’s at the movies. Sometimes he wondered...

X

The view of The Lord mansion came into view as the large iron gates opened. The doubted rooted in the middle of the drive-in looking especially beautiful with the recently added lights. The head housemaids idea. Agatha practically raised Max since his parents were always away for business.

Wyndham and Agatha were about the only people Max could stand. Well, and of course the exception of his assistant Anna and maybe just maybe his Gardner but he never really saw him all that much but he reminded him of one of the friends he has as a child. Heck, he didn’t even know his name. Alec maybe? Or Rodney?

Wyndham opened the door for Maxwell and swiftly closed it behind him again.

“Well Sir, it was a privilege working for you. I’ll never forget how good you were to me.” The old man’s eyes turned glasses as he took off his hat, handing it over to Max.

“Keep it please, it won’t be same in somebody else. Are you sure I can’t give you any kind of compensation?”

“No Sir please we’ve been over this, I’ve managed to put away a sum of money each month, I couldn’t take any more.”

“This doesn’t feel right Wyndham, is there anything I can do? Anything at all.”

“Well, perhaps there is one thing...”

X

“YOU GOT ME A JOB AS MAX LORD’S ASSISTANT?” you were fuming.

“Oh come on Y/N this could be your big break,” said your dad trying to cheer you up.

“My big break? Dad, I’m not working for that prick.”

“Hey you watch your mouth, that prick is who paid your school fees and fed you your whole life.”

“I know it’s just...I’ve never liked him, he’s so cold and have you seen him on tv? He’s so full of himself and he doesn’t know what to do with all that money and...”

“Didn’t you use to have a crush on him? You would see his commercials and go all read.” said your mother from across the room.

“MOTHER !!!”

“Listen, honey, just give it a chance. It’s good money and it will look great on any university application.”

“Your father is right Y/N just see how it goes, we would never force you to stay if it’s unpleasant.”

You never could say no to your parents and half of the time they were right.

“What if I take the job but work at the cafe at nights with Charlie?”

“You could do that but won’t that be exhausting?” questioned your mother.

“Being a personal assistant can be a lot of work especially for Mr.Lord.”

“Maybe your right, I’ll go down to the cafe tomorrow and talk to Charlie. How did you get me this job anyway?”

“Well, his current assistant is pregnant and is going on leave soon. When I dropped him off tonight I asked him.”

“And how did he react ?” you hated that you were curious.

“Well he wasn’t surprised but since it’s only temporary he agreed, he mentioned sometime about how he cannot wait to meet you.”

“There she goes all red again.” said your mother giggling.

“Stop bothering the child Lillian.” said your dad grinning at your mother. Enjoy your embarrassment equally as much.

“Okay fine I’ll do it but if he gets on my nerves I’m quitting.”

X

“What on earth are you wearing ?!” Charlie practically had a heart attack.

“What do you mean this is all I had? I wore it to a christening.”

You shyly pulled down the hem of your dress to get the dress to cover your knees.

“We’re you the one being christened?”

“Oh shut up.”

“Okay listen if you were leaving me to work for Max Lord then you can’t go in looking like that. They will eat you alive. It’s business not pancakes.” said Charlie as he desperately tried to put your hair up.

“What do you suggest?” You asked defeated.

“We'll start by curling your hair if you are going to wear it loose or at least pin it up. Your make up shouldn’t be all over your white-collar and it’s the 80’s your allowed to wear pants, get rid of that dress and maybe buy a pencil skirt.”

“With what money Charlie? I can’t just make a new wardrobe appear.”

“I’ll tell you what. I know this cute thrift place downtown, I’ll take you there and give you your last paycheck early. Sides you get a gift as a thank you for your service yah know.” said Charlie as he grinned at you.

If it wasn’t for Charlie you probably would be a lost cause.

“Okay fine, you and me after work okay. I need your advice if I’m gonna take over the business world.”

Both of you started laughing. Your laughter stopped however when you saw Max’s commercial on the TV that was in the kitchen of the cafe.

“Shoot I’m late, I gotta go. See you later.”

“There she goes.” Mumbled Charlie as he watched you run off.

X

“Being late isn’t exactly a good first impression Y/N.” said Anna as her eyes landed on you.

“I know I’m sorry I lost track of time. Has he asked about me yet ?”

“You’re in luck, he’s not in today. He’s away for business he’s out the whole week. That’s good because if he saw you in that outfit he’d probably send you home.”

“He’d send me home for wearing a short dress what a - “

“No don’t even go there, he’s not like that, he’d send you home because you have terrible taste in fashion,” said Anna as she gave you a stern look.

“This is not an easy job but I trust in you. I’ll show you the basics today and then at the end of the week you’ll be starting on your own.”

The idea was scary. Would you be able to cope all alone in a big office? The one upside though was that Max’s assistant had their own little office away from the other workers which mean nobody could stare at you the way they did when you came up.

At least you could go shopping with Charlie after work, you didn’t want to admit it but you wanted to make a good impression now that you knew you had a second chance. Maybe your parents were right. This could be good for you.

X

Monday morning came zooming than you would have hoped. Your thrifting with Charlie went well and at least now you had a decent enough outfit.

Why did you even want to make a good impression, don’t you loathe this man?

Maybe it was just to avoid the uncomfortable stares from your co-workers. Everyone here looked like they belonged somewhere like they had to succeed.

To be honest, you felt intimidated walking to your office, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe you should just go home and -

“Ohf, I’m so sorry I didn’t look where I was going.” you apologized.

Your bright e/c eyes traveled up to meet the dark brown ones of the man you had just bumped into. It was him. Max Lord.

“That much is clear.” His words sounded forced, almost like he didn’t even want to waste his time talking to you.

“I...I -“

“Out with it girl.”

“I'm new I’m filling in for Anna.” you managed to string together a sentence while still locking eyes with his.

“Oh yes, I was told you’d be here. Uh, why are you standing about? You know where to go.”

“Yes of course.” You muttered.

“Also, why don’t you get me some hot coffee. I’ll be in my office. Knock before entering.”

And just like that, he walked off. People seemed to be in awe of him, you couldn’t blame them, so were you.

You hurried down to the cafeteria and got Max his coffee, luckily Anna had shown you how to make it. No sugar, no milk, no cream no nothing.

“Black, like his soul.” Anna’s words came back to you. She chuckled when seeing your fearful face.

“I’m only joking, he isn’t all that bad. Just don’t cross him and by no means be a smart mouth.”

You wondered what she had meant by that, why would anyone want to talk back to Max in the first place?

You timidly knocked on his office door and entered when you heard his authoritative voice permitting you.

“Here’s your coffee Mr.Max.”

He looked amused at you, not in a good way.

“Mr.Max? Honestly are you that nervous, it’s pathetic.”

“So just Max then ?” And there it was. It’s his fault he made you want to talk back.

It was your turn to look amused as he almost choked on his coffee.

“Cat got your tongue, Max?” For God’s sake why couldn’t you stop talking.

“You may call me Mr.Lord or Sir if the former is going to be a struggle for you.”

“I guess we’ll have to see.”

You turned on your heels and made for the door, ready to go stick your head in a hole.

“Were you this much trouble working at that pathetic little cafe ?” He spat back.

“Oh, much more Sir.”

X

[stevenismyboy]

You Belong Among The Stars.

a/n: inspired by a post written by @jxnehxpper​ (check her work out because it’s incredible!!!) from a few weeks ago, I just couldn't resist not writing about Steve as Han Solo! I haven't been here long enough, but I hope you still enjoy my work. The day after tomorrow, or in two days' time I should publish the next part of To All The Boys I Loved Before au- who's excited? I certainly am! 

summary: This year, Steve is dressing up as a famous Star Wars smuggler for Halloween. But he didn't expect to meet a princess on his way. You can find my Masterlist here.

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Steve loved Halloween. As soon as the leaves on the trees started to turn red, yellow and orange instead of green, he and Dustin just couldn't wait for it. Robin didn't share their admiration, although she was happy to join in with the costumes and go for a trick or treat in the evening. Steve wanted that night so badly. He wanted to be someone else for one night. Somebody special.

“Give me that” the guy sighed annoyed. Dustin reluctantly gave him a can of hairspray. Steve looked at himself in the mirror and put his lips in a beak, still dissatisfied with the effect. “You look good, Your Majesty. I've got to look, too. Don't be selfish!” Dustin sighed, trying to rip the can out of his hands. Steve just raised his hand up so his friend couldn't reach it. “Come on, that's not fair!”

“You, my little friend, are just going to ask the old ladies for candy. And I'm going hunting to a distant galaxy today, inhabited by the hottest girls on the planet Hawkins. You don't need a hairstyle from space” Steve snorted. 

“Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I have to look worse. Chewbacca had a great haircut. I'm not gonna let your tall ego ruin my image” the guy answered and finally ripped out his can. His costume looked fantastic. The kid worked on it so long, Steve was impressed. The fake fur was sewn by Claudia to his brown sweatshirt and even darker pants. Dustin worked almost all evening to attach his eyebrows and beard, but Robin and Steve assured him that what he had was enough.

It was Steve who came up with the idea for their costumes. He had to admit that he surprised himself year after year. His creativity was getting higher and higher. When he was recently moving cassettes with movies on the shelf with the most watched productions, he came across Star Wars and simply couldn't resist. He found and ironed a white shirt, bought a brown vest for a few dollars, and completed the whole thing with tall shoes, waving a plastic fake gun in his hands. Everyone will know who he is. A smuggler. Casanova of the Milky Way. Han Solo.

“First of all, you look terrible enough for a creature from outer space. And second, who do you want to impress today? You've already found your Suzie” Steve shrugged his shoulders. “Excuse me? Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean I'll go to Halloween unprepared. That would be unprofessional, and you, Steven Harrington, should know that of all the people you know, I am the least unprofessional. I could have been Luke, but you insisted I have to be Chewie, so bite your tongue and wait for me at the Millennium Falcon”.

“Yes, Captain” Steve saluted a friend and left the bathroom. His parents weren't home as usual. Why? To ruin his night?

Robin was already waiting downstairs. She was chewing the gum lazy looking at his childhood photos in frames, listening to the wind howling outside. She was wearing jeans, a white checked shirt and a red vest, much more spacious than the one Steve had. She looked at him surprised and made a gum balloon that broke with a loud crack.

“I have to admit that... I didn't expect you to look so good. And believe that it was supposed to be a compliment”she added quickly when Steve made a pirouette to present herself to her. “You really liked that movie so much?” Steve wrinkled his nose, pointing to her outfit. “Well, I don't remember much of it, given that I was completely high, but I had no other idea, and time was running out. Besides, I didn't spend millions on it. Marty Mcfly is fully satisfied with me” his friend shrugged her shoulders. True, she remembered little of "Back to the Future", but so what? She remembered that she liked it. Before she stared at the lights on the ceiling so long that she threw up in the bathroom.

“I gave you an idea. Then you disagreed” Steve squinted, pretending to be offended, though in a way it was. He's been dreaming about this day for months. He was supposed to be Han Solo, Dustin Chewbacca (though he would only spend two or three hours with him and Robin) and his friend was supposed to be Leia. But she didn't even want to hear about it. 

“I'll say again for the hundredth time, dingus. I don't want to and I will never dress up as a princess”. “Did you ever watch that movie? She's great! She's damn brave, sarcastic, and I guess I don't have to add that she's super hot. Don't you see the resemblance?” Steve raised one eyebrow. Robin sighined, threw herself on the couch, looking out the window. 

“You're only talking like that to convince me. My costume is ready, and Leia is absolutely not persuading me. Do you have any idea how many chicks can dress up like her today? A whole lot. You'll be able to dress up in them as much as you like. So leave me alone and accept that today you're playing a duo instead of a trio” she said with her hands behind her head. Steve refrained from commenting, hearing Dustin's feet rumble on the stairs. The boy ran to them with a perfectly laid out head, smiling from ear to ear.

“Ready for the most scary night of the year?” he asked, carrying his plastic gun and falling out before anyone could stop him.

-

After Steve and Robin made sure that Dustin would reach his friends safely and his sugar level would not exceed the norm, Steve took them both to the party he had been waiting for so long. Fortunately, Tina didn't organize it. He would have had the resistance to go to the bathroom to relive the same experience as last year. The host was some Nick (he didn't even know who hewas) but Robin made sure that he was a great guy and everyone who will be there would make sure that they don't forget that night for the rest of their lives.

They went through the crowd of sweaty teenagers, heading to the kitchen to find alcohol. Robin's blue eyes were wandering around the people, looking for a girl who has been visiting her at work quite often lately. Steve was looking around too. He was looking for smiling ladies, shiny eyes, long hair. He wanted to feel different today. He wanted to feel as if he could still please someone else. As a smuggler, he wanted to steal someone's heart today. Not for one night. Maybe for longer.

“Steve! Here!” Nancy waved at him, standing by the fireplace. Robin ran up to her first to say hi. The girl was wearing a short green dress and cardboard wings, painted with paint and glitter that was falling under her feet. She looked like a real forest fairy. Jonathan chose no costume, but was wearing a green shirt that matched his girlfriend's outfit. Steve smiled, nodding his head at him.

“You look incredible! Steve... I wouldn't expect you to be a smuggler today, Nancy smiled, drinking a sip of juice from her mug. Apparently after the last time she said she wouldn't touch alcohol on Halloween. “Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far, away...” Jonathan quoted the movie, giving Steve a hand. The boy shooked it, scratching his neck. A couple of people had already managed to hang their eyes on him and, frankly, he didn't expect it to embarrass him. He used to get used to the looks. Now, they made him feel warm.

All of a sudden, Robin's eyes were shining. She saw the blackness of a girl's hair, who had recently occupied her thoughts. She banged up and put her hand on Nancy's shoulder, apologizing to her. “You'll have to forgive me for a moment. I have to... move in time” she smiled at one corner of her mouth and rushed into the crowd so she wouldn't lose her chosen one. Steve smiled at her on the run and went into the crowd himself to dance. Wanting to dance like he hadn't danced in a long time, so that he could enjoy the music with all his heart and that he was among strangers for whom he was now only a smuggler.

At the same time, you too are stuck in a crowd of people. The pride in your costume began to splash like a soap bubble. The long, white dress got tangled under your feet, the long sleeves made you hot. It's good that the belt kept the fabric at the waist and didn't slip lower than it should. Instead of two princess's chignons on both sides of your head, you tied ordinary ponies, hoping that everyone would still know who you are today.

As you were fixing your make up on the couch, the mascara fell out of your hand, making your fingers black. All you wanted was to get into the bathroom to wash your fingers and accidentally not touch the dress. The princess is not allowed to walk in dirty clothes. But a party is always a party. A moment of inattention was enough for someone to step on a piece of your dress. You lost your balance by falling into a crowd of people, getting ready to meet the floor.

But that didn't happen. Someone's strong shoulders woven around your waist to protect you from falling. The ponies just swirled around your face, and when you took them aside, your heart stopped.

The universe has stopped for a moment. The planets stopped circulating, the stars surely glowed brighter. Steve couldn't believe his eyes. One moment he danced as if it was the last night of his life, and the next he held Princess Leia in his arms. You were speechless. The real, living Han Solo embraced you with no intention of taking his hands off you.

“I... um... my hands are dirty” you said the first thing that came to your mind, hitting yourself in your head for this stupid sentence. “My hands are dirty, too” Steve said immediately, and then he closed his eyes from embarrassment. “I mean... No, they're not, you don't have to worry about the dress, but it's a quote... That's what Han Solo said to Leia when... I just wanted...”. “I understand” you said it with a wide smile. Steve relaxed. He still didn't take his hands, but at least he stopped feeling the burning shame. “Well, if you know the movie so well, what did Han Solo say later?”

“I think... I think he asked 'what are you afraid of?’” Steve guessed, squinting his dark eyes a little. “Afraid?” you repeated amused again, not believing in your own happiness. Someone who knew Star Wars lines by heart, someone who was dressed up as Han Solo, someone who looked amazingly charming saved you from falling? No way. 

“You're trembling” Steve squinted, continuing to quote. Maybe he was even a little right. You got goosebumps out of your nerves, although just a moment ago, the long sleeves were keeping the heat. “I'm not trembling” your fingers went to his vest. You forgot they could leave ink streaks.

“You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life” Steve smiled even wider. “I happen to like nice men”. “I'm a nice man” he said it clearly. If he have to, he'll convince you to spend the evening with him. That he won't do anything to upset or disappoint you. He didn't even have to try. You already believed him.

“Well, let's see how well you're dancing” you're smiling, giving him a hand, completely forgetting the traces of the mascara. Steve didn't even care about that. He was led by the princess to the middle of the dance floor and when she held his hand he could swear that although he was in the middle of the house, he saw the stars in front of his eyes.

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My Hunter Girl

Summary: Bucky tries to learn more about your lifestyle and decides to go on a hunt with you and your brothers, much to Dean’s and Sam’s excitement.

Warnings: Avengers x Supernatural crossover, fluff, vampires, mentions of death, implied smut, swearing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x hunter! Reader, Dean Winchester x sister!Reader (platonic), Sam Winchester x sister!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 2004

A/N: This is part II to My Girl miniseries of my favourite crossover. Hopefully, y’all will enjoy it as much as I did. Part III coming soon xx

This story was requested by @voltage-my2dlove. (I know I changed the request slightly, and I hope you won’t be mad, love!)

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Your hair was splayed all over the pillow, and some of it even tickled Bucky’s cheek. It was yet another morning that the two of you woke up together in the bunker, trying to spend as much time together as possible, despite your crazy “schedules”. You were just glad Stark let Bucky use one of his planes because otherwise, you wouldn’t stand a chance in being together.

You knew it would be last night like this one in some time because there was this vampire hunt you and your brothers had to go take care of as soon as possible. You decided the night before that whatever was happening in Cody, Wyoming, had to be solved ASAP, because people were missing, and almost every other night, a new person appeared on the missing person list.

You rolled over to your side in the bed and watched Bucky, who still looked like he was in the land of the dreams. You couldn’t believe your luck, to be honest. Not only was Bucky a freaking super-soldier, and he looked like it, he was also incredibly smart, funny, and thoughtful. He would always come up with new ways to make you smile, even if it was just bringing your favourite breakfast to bed.

A gruff voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“You watching me sleep, doll? Isn’t that kinda pervy?”

You giggled and swatted his chest lightly before you cuddled into Bucky’s side.

“Well, excuse me if I like to watch my boyfriend do pretty much anything, even sleep.”

Bucky hummed in his throat and kissed the crown of your head. “I like the sound of that, your boyfriend. I’m gonna miss you saying stuff like that while you’re on the hunt,” he mused, his eyes still closed, trying to catch as much relax as he could after the night of passion you two had.

“Why don’t you come with us?” You asked him incredulously, and his eyes shot open like never before.

“What? I’m not a hunter, Y/N, I’m a soldier. I wouldn’t even know what to do with a fucking vampire if he stood in front of me. And what about your brothers, huh? They don’t seem overly fond of me either.”

You laughed and kissed his chest, nuzzling your head in his warmth.

“If they didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be laying here right now, babe. My brothers can be very… unpleasant when they don’t like somebody. Trust me, you’re here means they’re fine with you. And besides, you’re a freaking Avenger, you can take on a nest of vampires with hunters like us. It’ll be fun! You’ll see what my job entails, and you’ll have a cool story to tell Steve and Sam. Just imagine Sam’s face when you’ll tell him that you killed a bunch of vamps!”

Bucky mused for a second, really thinking of his friends and what would they think but also at the fact that he could spend so much more time with you. On the way there, during the actual job, and getting back. He suddenly regretted having the plane. You could have driven there together!!

“Alright, fine! And since we have the plane, we can fly there and, you know, the job can be done so much faster, and we could be back here doing the things we’re so good at,” Bucky winked at you, and you couldn’t help it but laughed at him.

The only issue would be with Dean. You knew that taking the plane was a good idea, and you were confident that Sammy would be ecstatic about it, but you just weren’t too sure about Dean’s reaction. His relationship with his car, Baby, was out of this world, and you sometimes thought he went and slept in her instead in his own bed, just to not make her feel abandoned.

When you both were up and after breakfast, you finally caught a glimpse of your brothers. Both were in pretty good moods, you thought, judging by their joyful bickering.

“Boys? What would you say if Bucky went with us on the hunt?” You asked as happily and cheerfully as you could, trying to not give them a reason to say no to that.

They shared a silent conversation through their looks and the movements of their eyebrows, and despite growing up with them and being with them most of the time, you didn’t share this connection with them. So you just hoped the result of this conversation would be positive.

With a curt nod, Sam turned to you, and when you saw the glimmer in his eyes, you knew you won this round.

“Fine by us, at least we have more manpower, and from what we’ve heard, your boyfriend is quite capable of keeping himself alive, means we won’t have to worry about him.”

You beamed and squeezed Bucky hand which he slipped into yours while your brothers were debating in their minds.

“And another question, since that’s settled. How about we took Bucky’s plane? And before you start protesting Dean, let me just tell you this. It would suit us all, we can be in Wyoming in what, 2 hours, probably? And not the countless hours we would spend in the car, we can take care of this hunt so easily and be home to take care of other shit God decides to throw our way.”

Even though Dean’s face was stern and unyielding for unobserving eye, you could see his defences wavering. He was tired from all the driving even if he’d never admit it, and you knew that few more hours in his own bed sounded good even to his ears.

He grunted but shrugged his shoulders, looking straight at Bucky.

“Well, alright, pilot boy. Let’s get on the road, and take care of the shitshow in Wyoming so we can be home sooner. And may I just ask you not to do it with my sister in the kitchen, while her brothers are home? It’s pretty disgusting, man,” Dean growled as he walked past the two of you, and you had to hold in a giggle. You really hoped they wouldn’t hear the quickie you had a few nights ago, but with someone like Bucky, it was damn difficult to keep quiet.

The whole flight there, it was pretty much the same. Bucky would whisper some dirty jokes into your ear, only for you to blush heavily and snuggle closer to him, or kiss him passionately, which inevitably made your brothers cringe in their seats and grumble that they didn’t need to see any of this.

You would always shush them, which would only turn into bickering between the three of you. Bucky would watch it all with a smile on his lips, loving how relaxed you all were with each other, flipping fingers at each other and laughing uncontrollably at each other’s expressions.

Not that Bucky wouldn’t feel like that with Sam and Steve, but he knew that the bond you shared with your brothers was something else, and he was happy for you to experience something like this, even if he was a little jealous.

When you finally arrived, you divided into two teams. Your brothers went to the police station to find out if there were any witnesses or any evidence that you didn’t read about, and you and Bucky went into the morgue, to see if all those people who died in the last few days were truly people or if there were some vampires amongst them.

Bucky wasn’t really fond of the idea of seeing dead people willingly, but when he looked at you and saw just how engrossed in your work you already were, he left his doubts and thoughts behind.

He watched you intently everywhere you two went. The way your hips swayed a little more when you needed to catch some cop’s attention, or how you’d bite your lip when you were deep in your thoughts or buried in the books in front of you.

He would always have one hand on the small of your back, just a reminder for both himself and everyone around that you were indeed his, and that nobody should even try and come closer. Bucky was officially obsessed with you, and he just couldn’t stop falling harder than ever before. He knew you were it, but he didn’t know what to do.

Even during the hunt itself, while you were all covered in vamp blood with a machete in each of your hands, you were irresistibly hot to Bucky. All he wanted was to kiss you breathless and keep you hidden from the prying eyes, even if the eyes belonged to the recently beheaded vampire.

“She’s something else, huh?” Bucky heard, and when he turned, Dean was standing behind him, cleaning off his own knife.

“Yeah, she really is. You did a great job raising her, Dean. She is most definitely the best woman I’ve ever met.”

Dean smirked and patted Bucky’s shoulder freely.

“Damn right she is. She is a fucking Winchester! Look, I see you really like her, and by no means do I want to chase you away like all those other guys. You’re a good man, and my sister seems really happy with you. Let me just tell you, that the second you hurt her, and I mean even in the slightest possible way, we’re gonna chase you down and hurt you ten thousand times worse, understood?”

Bucky nodded slowly, and even though he was the super-soldier, probably one of the strongest people on this Earth, a slight fear crept in his heart. Dean Winchester was one scary motherfucker, that was for sure.

“Trust me, I would hate myself if I hurt Y/N.”

Dean nodded, and when he caught a glimpse of you marching towards them, he walked past Bucky with a small smile, yelling at Sam that they should put them on a pile to burn them to ashes.

“What was that about? You and Dean cool?” You asked, fearing to hear what you’ve heard like a million times. That your brothers intimidated somebody, you liked, and that person didn’t want to spend their time with you anymore.

This time, it would hurt even more because Bucky was probably the first guy ever you could see your future with. So you just prayed that Dean wasn’t a dumbass again and actually let you have something nice in your life.

“Nothing, just a friendly convo with your brother,” Bucky mumbled, and when he saw the slightly worried look on your face, he hugged you to his chest, despite your protest that you were disgustingly dirty.

“I’m not going anywhere, doll. I think your brother actually like me, just like you said this morning. I believe that if I ever bring you to him with as much as a broken fingernail, he’ll murder me in a way I advent even dreamt of, and I’ve been tortured by Hydra, but because I’m planning on taking real good care of you, I think we’ll be fine.”

You smiled so hard, your eyes watered, and your cheeks hurt.

“And you know why is that, doll?” Bucky whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your body and straight to your core. “Because I think I’m falling in love with you,” he added, and when you looked up at him, he was smiling like an idiot.

You laughed and jumped on him (and thank god for his reflexes, because your bump would really hurt if he didn’t catch you as fast as he did), and kissed him all over his face.

“I think I’m falling for you too, Bucky, how about we get home and I’ll show you just how in love I really am with you,” you said with a smirk, and you eared a throaty from Bucky. He slapped your ass and all but ran towards the plane, too excited to care about the groans coming from your brothers, following you two close behind.

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Season 4 notes

Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

[bestworstcase]

I just find the way the show frames it in Season 2... strange. I understand the danger in the situation you brought up in the tags, but- she does love Eugene. Why is this about her freedom as if marriage ties you down?

Maybe it’s my own misunderstanding of marriage

the thing though is like. even a perfectly normal and well-adjusted 18/19-year-old is in a period of major transition + self discovery. at that time of life you’re just starting to figure out who you are and what kind of adult you’re going to be and what you’re gonna do with your life! you’re stepping out of childhood and into adulthood. 

as a comparison, replace “marriage” with “buying your forever house.” imagine asking an eighteen year old to take out loans and get a mortgage for a house that they’re gonna live in for the rest of their lives. 

sure they might love the house. and sure they might be the rare teenager who knows exactly what they want out of life and if they can get it so early, more power to ’em. but for the average teen? like that’s not... a reasonable expectation, and if you took a normal 18/19 year old and asked them how their house search was going and if they were ready to settle down in their forever house you’re gonna get the deer in headlights look. because teenagers aren’t, in general, emotionally ready for that kind of huge, life-defining decision. 

[i mean just look at how common it is for kids to switch majors halfway through school, or switch schools even! i’m the odd one out in my friend group in that i picked a school that i loved right off the bat, chose my major freshman year the first day i was allowed to do so, stuck with both those choices for four years, and then graduated happy with my choices and still have zero regrets. my best friend went through three schools before she found one that worked for her; my sister did community college then one year at one university then a gap year that became a gap two years before finishing her BA at a second university and graduating this spring, at age 25. because she had to figure out what she wanted and that was hard! and this sort of thing is both very normal and good and healthy.]

marriage is the same. you’re picking someone and making a legal commitment to be with them for the rest of your life, and yeah divorce is an option but it’s one that is financially and emotionally burdensome and, especially if there’s kids in the mix, you will still be dealing with the fallout of a divorce for years to come. marriage is not something that is easy to change your mind about. that’s a lot to put on a kid’s shoulders, even under the best of circumstances. [and it does sometimes work out: my mom was nineteen when she met my dad, and they’ve been married almost thirty years. there’s always exceptions]

and this goes triple for rapunzel, because she is an 18/19 year old who grew up in a horrifically abusive home where she wasn’t allowed to have any independence at all, then found out that her mother was actually HER KIDNAPPER and got dumped into the role of princess with no transition period whatsoever—literally her whole life got turned upside-down and she’s having to relearn EVERYTHING she thought she knew about her life, on top of the normal teenager thing of figuring herself and her life out. 

she’s a little steadier on her feet in s2, but she’s also caught up in fulfilling this destiny she didn’t choose, and she’s secretly scared that that destiny is going to end up killing her. she’s got... like an insane amount of stuff on her plate. and eugene is her rock and she absolutely 100% loves him and wants to marry him, but that doesn’t mean she is emotionally ready to get married right now. the only reason she tries to propose in s2 is she’s freaked out about the possibility of losing eugene to somebody else, and when eugene reassures her that there’s no danger of that, it becomes a nonissue and is never mentioned again... until s3 when she’s gotten to a point where she’s happily fantasizing about being married to eugene and planning a proposal because she is now Truly Ready. 

which i guess is all a long-winded way of saying... it’s not really about whether she loves eugene or not. and it’s not really about whether they could be happy together for the rest of their lives if they got engaged in BEA or in BtCW. it’s about marriage 1) being a big step and a huge, life-long commitment that cannot be entered into lightly, and 2) whether rapunzel is emotionally ready to make a decision that profound. 

and yeah, i think it’s perfectly reasonable and valid to portray that as a question of Her Freedom. getting married to eugene is not going to actually inhibit her from being herself, or doing what she wants with her life, because she and eugene love each other and want to spend their lives together and he would of course support whatever life she chose... but the decision itself can still be frightening. it can still be A Lot. there is a big difference between saying “i love you and i want to be with you forever” and going through the whole legal process of tying yourself to another person for the rest of your life, and it’s okay—as a teenager!—to be completely comfortable and genuine in the first while also feeling terrified, or overwhelmed, regarding the second. 

which imo is the whole point tts is making. rapunzel can love eugene with all her heart and not be ready to marry him bc she’s young and exploring herself and her world, and that’s totally okay. she doesn’t have to propose or get married until she WANTS that for herself, until it doesn’t feel like a sacrifice or a compromise she’s making but rather a dream she is pursuing. she gets to have marriage as a joyous, freeing prospect, rather than something scary that she isn’t ready for but feels compelled to accept anyway because well, she loves eugene and she has no reason to say no, right? 

like [waves hands vaguely at the plus est scene] is the way rapunzel smiles when eugene proposes in that scene the smile of a woman who is sacrificing her freedom to get married? no! of course not! that’s the smile of someone who is DELIGHTED and EAGER and EXCITED to get married because marriage is an open door to exactly the future she wants, which is precisely how marriage should be.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #367

“i should warn you that you may fuck me, but chances are i’m gonna fuck you over”

Where was the last place you went for vacation? The beach. When was the last time you wore makeup? Halloween. Do you watch soaps or drama series? If so, which ones? Not currently. What’s your favourite tomato variety? I hate tomatoes. What was your very first pet like? Dad had a dog named Trigger when I was born, but I have no memory of her, so I'm excluding her. I consider our first family pet to be Chance, a cat my mom took in after finding her literally in the trash. She was... god, incredible. She was a loyal friend, and I can imagine no greater mother than she was (she legit fought off a rottweiler head-on to protect her kittens). She was so smart, so gentle, and just simply amazing. I'll always miss her. What was the best school project you remember doing? Looking back, despite the fact it TERRIFIED me before, that would be my senior project presentation. It was about snake misconceptions and fallacies, so I made a slideshow to present to the special ed class. I made drawings for them to color, word searches, all that kind of stuff. They were just the sweetest and seemed really into it. What’s your favourite type of fish to eat? None. What kind of an old person do you think you’ll become? I really... don't like thinking about this. Like I'm weak enough now at 25, I can't imagine how my, say, 60s would be. I hope and just about pray that my physical health will improve, but I'm just going to exclude that part entirely from this answer. Personality-wise and such, I have a feeling I'll be the quiet and sweet kind, the one that loves her (hopeful) spouse like crazy, and comes most alive on Halloween if I live in a place where children come trick-or-treating. I imagine I would LOVE that. I'd love to be the type that goes on morning jogs to help stay spry. Which well-known person’s death shocked you the most, if any? Steve Irwin and Chester Bennington might be tied. Both were so, so sudden. Steve was like, invincible to my childhood eyes, and when I heard about Chester's death, I thought it was just a sick rumor. Two amazing people that died way too soon. What’s the craziest colour you’d dye your hair? That would depend on personal opinions. I want to dye my hair LOTS of colors though, if that tells you anything. What’s the coolest hobby one of your friends has? Uhhhh. Idk. Name a video game you can play over and over again: Shadow of the Colossus. It's a pretty short game if you know what you're doing, and it's super relaxing to me and just so goddamn pretty to look at. Every time I've played it has just been a pleasant experience. Do you like meatloaf? Yeah, it's fine. How about Meatloaf? I know who he is, but I've never really listened to his music. Do you take time to do charitable work? If so, what do you do? No. ;_; Especially with all the free time I have, I really should... What is something that will make you laugh instantly? Okay, don't ask, but if I for a SECOND see that commercial of Mr. Clean dancing while he's cleaning, I will die because of memories. What is something you hope you will never inherit from a specific relative? Diabetes. It runs heavily in my family. Name a movie you wouldn’t watch solely based on its name: The Human Centipede. No. Thank you. Have you ever played in a stack of hay bales? No. What’s your dearest souvenir? The stuffed moose I got at Cabela's during a visit to Ohio. I named him Brownie, and he was my "childhood plushie" we all have. Is there a lot of graffiti around your neighbourhood? Not in the actual area I live in, but there are DEFINITELY places where it's a pigsty of distasteful shit. Have you ever made your own soda? (Soda Stream doesn’t count!) No. Do you have a hobby that forces you out of the house? If so, what is it? Nature photography. Have you ever been part of a theater group? No, that stuff doesn't interest me. What’s the most ecological thing you do? We recycle, and I also use metal straws. Would you stop eating meat, if you had to raise and slaughter it yourself? Absolutely. There is no fucking way I could do it. What’s your favourite board game? Why do you like it best? I like Clue just because of the mystery-solving factor, and I think it's kinda cool how you can think ahead and use other's findings to your own advantage to win the game pretty early. Besides English, what other languages can you speak? Some German. It's gotten pretty weak with neglect, though. Besides English, what other languages can you read? I can read German well. What thing/person/happening has made you the happiest you’ve been? This is a complicated answer that I just don't feel like elaborating on. What’s the most freeing thing you’ve ever done? Letting Jason go. Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? No, and I'm not interested. Have you ever tasted birch sap? No. How about the young buds/shoots of spruce trees? No. Which edible flowers have you tasted? Honeysuckles. What has been your worst restaurant experience? Well, it's a fast food restaurant, but lemme tell you about my vegetarian encounter with Burger King. I ordered their veggie burger. Which they have. It's not a secret. These idiots gave me a bun with tomato and lettuce, and I think mayo on it, after sounding confused when Mom was ordering for me. Mom went back in there of course to tell them, and oh god was the manager pissed, lol. I got my veggie burger in the end. What’s the most immature, adolescent thing that still makes you laugh? Some sexually inappropriate jokes can still get me sadly, lol. Have you ever had a life-threatening condition? If so, what was it? Not literally, but boy do I think depression counts. Do you ever compare your life to somebody else’s? If so, why? Y E P. I can't tell you why, I just... do it. I look at other's successes and am just like, "Why aren't I there yet?", and beat myself up about being a failure. What is a food item or a dish you absolutely cannot stand? Brussel sprouts, asparagus, runny eggs, many other things because I'm just mega picky. Have you ever had a custom print done on a shirt? If so, what was it? Just the spray paint kind that vendors like to do at the beach and stuff. I don't remember any I got, though. What does your favourite mug look like? It's black with a Markiplier quote on it, given to me by Sara. :') Do you ever read other people’s survey answers? Yeah! Friends', anyway. I love learning all the obscure things about them. Do you like daytime or night time better? Why? Daytime, specifically early morning, because it's better for my depression. Are you more comfortable as a leader or a follower? A follower that isn't afraid to speak up when I'm really against something. What is your favourite song right now at this very moment? I've been really into "7empest" by Tool lately, and the synthwave edit of "Voices" by Motionless In White. If you watched The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, who was your favourite character? I don't remember it well, but I think I liked the butler. Was there even a butler? Who was your first online friend? Emma. :') Do you have any plants in your home? No. If you wear makeup, what’s the most outrageous colour you use? I only ever use black. What was the last photograph you took? My cat being adorable while sleeping. <3 Have you ever submitted a video to Funniest Home Videos? No. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer? I absolutely hated it. Do you have a headache at the moment? Yes, actually. I've really been attacked by the Covid shot side effects. Are your parents still together? No, thank god. What was the last hot food you ate? I made a chicken and I think pesto (some Italian noodles, idk) Healthy Choice bowl for dinner last night. Have you ever seen a meteor shower? No. :( Do you ever feel afraid people will question your sanity? I'm sure people have before, and back then? Rightfully so. Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Never watched it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Always. It's so weird how it's gotten worse with time since leaving school, even though I write... Were you a straight A student in math? Yeah, no. I usually got Bs or Cs. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. I don't really like yellow. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? Have a stable job. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES. Do you feel a connection to the moon? It's not something I think about, so not really, but I do believe all things in the universe are connected in some way. We are simply a part of nature, as all else is. What does your heart long for? Contentment in who I am and where I am in life. I know I also miss being in love. Do you know what your purpose in life is? We have no innate purpose; we make our own, and I want mine to be to show others that there is always hope for yourself in yourself, and also to spread the message of love of all animals. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? Last year I didn't. I really should change that this go around. Have you ever seen a fox? Yes! They're a kind of rare sight here sadly, so when I had the opportunity to photograph a fox tragically as roadkill, it was a photographic experience I won't forget. God, I wanted to pet it (I obviously didn't), but I did talk to it about how beautiful (s)he was as I got some shots. I never had a harder time leaving one of those angels I've taken pictures of. Do you find Halloween fun or scary? FUN!!!!!! Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? Not at all. What do the trees look like where you live? I mean, there's a variety, but the staple that you see literally everywhere are pine trees. What is your dream vacation? Somewhere with mountains, clear lakes, cool weather, beautiful and various wildlife... What was the best vacation you’ve been on so far? Disney World as a kid. What is the best class trip you’ve been on? The zoo in the 5th grade. It was the one occasion I got to see meerkats. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I lived for them. Do you find museums boring or interesting? I find science museums to be very, very fascinating. Art ones are great, too. What are three issues you are passionate about? LGBT rights, the pro-choice movement, and wildlife conservation, to name a few. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all. What size is your bed? Queen. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? When we were experimenting with my Klonopin dosage, I learned that 3mg was enough to knock me on my ASS. Do you like bath bombs? I mean they're pretty, but I wouldn't waste money on 'em. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? Yikes, a looooooot. But this also depends on what you think qualifies as "small." Most of my favorite "small" YTers are tarantula keepers or sub-1M let's players. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier obviously, Snake Discovery, Good Mythical Morning (even if I don't watch them anymore, they are veeery dear to my heart and I will always support them), Sam & Colby... Again, there's a lot. When you don't watch TV and YT instead, you really get attached to a lot of them. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Would you believe me if I said Pussycat Dolls? haha Do you like Disney movies? Um, DUH. Were you ever in the popular crowd? No. Have you ever used an outhouse? UGH, at like childhood sports games, yes. I could NEVER nowadays, oh my god. Could you possibly write a successful novel? I think I have the creativity to, but not the dedication. Are there any foods that make you gag? Beans, for one. I just canNOT with them. It's a completely involuntary reaction. Have you ever had blonde highlights in your hair? I think I did? Who was the last person you video-chatted with? The lady who was seeing if I qualified for TMS therapy. Do you think sleeve tattoos look trashy? Definitely not, I love those. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? I don't actually want one, but if I did, I'd go to a serious professional to get THE Darkiplier smile. :') If u know u know. Do you have any stickers on any of your electronic devices? No. Do you think half blonde/half dark brown hair is attractive? It looks great on some people, but it's not my favorite combo.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme from Netflix's "A Series of Unfortunate Events: A Bad Beginning: Part One"

If you are interested in stories with happy endings, then you would be better off somewhere else.

In this story, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

I'm sorry to tell you this, but that's how the story goes.

Aren't you going to the Festive Fun Fair, with all the jolly rides and games and snacks?

It's gray and cloudy.

Let's get to work!

Can you show me what the specific issues are?

That'd be disappointing, I made them myself.

Of course, we still need the right projectile.

Maybe it makes more sense in the original French.

Could you find a rock that's not sandstone?

I'm curious to see if I can skip the rock as far with my left as I can with my right.

I don't mean to criticize, but standard scientific method calls for stable systematics.

Who's that mysterious figure?

It only seems scary because of all the mist.

If you have ever lost somebody very important to you, then you already know how it feels.

Nobody asked you.

The front page! Some people wait a lifetime for that.

That's gonna make a wonderful headline.

I remember how I was when I was your age.

Although I don't know who I think I'm kidding, because I have no inventive or mechanical skill whatsoever.

How lucky am I to have such unusual children in my life?

Please, come in, and mind you wipe your feet on the mat so you don't track in any mud.

Actually, I'm about to be rather wealthy.

Well, welcome to my humble home.

It does seem to need a little work.

I hope you'll be happy here.

I'll still check in on you occasionally.

It looks like a list.

Did you help around the house?

This is the kitchen, where you may help yourselves to meals.

I expect you to keep everything gleamingly clean.

The stove is a bit like a servant. You have to whack it sometimes to get it to work.

This is where I do all my reading.

I don't use the ballroom at all.

You'll have to redo the floors.

It has all the usual amenities, though the management regrets to inform you that the shampoo is not tear-free. If anything, it encourages tears.

Rats bite.

Out of all the numerous bedrooms in this enormous mansion, I have chose this one for your safety and comfort.

There's only one bed.

As you can see, I have provided, at no cost to you, this complimentary pile of rocks. Thoughts?

First of all, first impressions are often wrong.

Your first impression of me may be that I am a terrible person.

A tattoo is just a decorative pigment on skin. It's not a sign of a wicked person.

It's a mistake. It'll get sorted out.

There's a village in the Pacific Islands suspended on ropes above an active volcano.

Stay here. And not a peep.

You've done something different to your hair?

May I come in?

Is this about the children?

I apologize for the noise.

I told them to cry using their inside voices.

I'm not supposed to talk about it, but I can tell you that it involved an illegal use of someone's credit card and a poisonous plant.

Let me tell you, those children are monsters.

I live alone.

Wait here, for your own safety.

You missed a spot.

I never wanna use a toothbrush again.

Why aren't you cleaning?

Plan the menu, purchase the ingredients, prepare the food, set the table, serve dinner, clean up afterward, and stay out of our way.

It's a little greasy.

Money. Hard-earned money. The most important substance on earth besides applause and lip balm.

That was dismaying.

I wasn't expecting to see you.

It's mostly law books, but there are sections on everything from Italian cuisine to the world's most threatening fungus.

Do you have a paper and pencil to take notes?

These books look promising.

All we have to do is sauté garlics and onions in a pot, and then add olives, capers, anchovies, diced parsley and tomatoes to simmer.

Looked broken, but I think I can fix it.

What do we have here?

Is there a supermarket nearby?

I had dreams of becoming an actress, you know.

Who else has such robust good looks in such a large amount?

I'm handsome and I'm talented and love your bank account!

Oh, my God, what a very handsome knave.

Unbelievable good looks and brains and heart!

I'm very very smart

And as anyone in the theater knows, after a grand entrance, the audience is supposed to applaud.

All of the artistic and financial aspects of my career are finally coming together like two pieces of a bread in the middle of a sandwich.

I don't have time to learn a second language besides whatever it is I'm speaking right now.

You know, every time she talks, it's like the tines of a fork are being jammed into my eye

You've seen them perform. Would you call them actors?

Better than nothing.

Wow, that was quick.

Where's the roast beef?

You didn't tell us you wanted roast beef.

You can't go easy on children. They need to be taught to obey their elders.

That's what happens with wealthy kids. Money is really a corrupting influence.

You're a pretty little one.

This table is a mess.

There's hardly a place to put down a baby.

There are many, many things that are better than nothing.

Trouble and strife can cover this world like the dark of night, or like smoke from a suspicious fire.

I'm worried about the children.

We need to get to them.

We need to get out of here first.

The rat is noisy.

[tokyoghoose]

nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

[franboos]

I don’t want to be your friend i want to kiss you neck

a vds college roommate fic

written by @gucciboner and me <3

word count: 2045

chapter one, part 2/3

chapter one, part 1

Lucas’s alarm goes off at 7 am. He groans and stretches his arm out to stop it from ringing. He isn’t the best at getting up early, but today is his first day of school and he is quite excited.

He never expected to be excited to go to school, but he was finally going to do something he genuinely enjoyed doing. So he got out of bed and changed into a pair of denim jeans, a burgundy coloured shirt and his hightop converse.

When he walks into the living room it looks like he is the first one awake, since there is nobody else to be found. He quickly gets some breakfast, although he doesn’t have a lot of choices, they really need to get some groceries. So he just eats some bread with cheese.

After he finishes his breakfast, he goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and at least tries to make his hair look presentable. His curls are all over the place. It takes him about 10 minutes until he is kind of satisfied with how his hair looks. He gives himself a thumbs up and a sarcastic smile in the mirror and heads out.

The school is just a short bus ride away. While he’s on the bus he texts Isa to wish her luck on her first day. She starts later than him so he didn't want to wake her up.

Before he knows it, he is standing in front of the schools entrance. It is going to be okay Lucas, you were excited remember? keep that spirit, come on. You maybe don’t know any people yet, but that comes with new experiences. He takes a deep breath and walks into the school.

When he gets inside, a girl sitting behind a desk asks what his name is so she can look him up on a list where she can find the number of the classroom he needs to be. Since he has never been here before the girl explains where he can find the classroom for his introduction. While he walks through the building, he admires some of the classrooms he can look into through the open doors or windows. The ceilings of the school are very high which makes it look very specious. The school looks very pretty and he can’t wait to spend a lot of time here.

After almost entering the wrong classroom, he finally finds the correct one.  

“Hello! What's your name?” a man around the 40s asks him.

“I’m Lucas, van der Heijden,” he answers. The man sticks his hand out and says, “I’m Lambert Mertens. One of the teacher here and the student coordinator for the first years. You can take a seat at one of the tables, and I hope you enjoy your first day!”

Lucas gives him a smile. “Thank you,” he says before turning to the tables.

They are in a quite big art room. there are six big wooden tables, totally covered with paint and pencil marks. The room has large windows, which makes the room very light. On the walls hang some artworks, probably from other students, Lucas thinks.

He walks to the table in the front and gives the people who are already sitting there a nod when he sits down. He takes off his denim jacket and lays it down on the table.

After about 5 minutes, the last person enters the classroom and the door closes. They are with a small group right now, about 12 students, so they are only using the first two tables. Lambert walks to the front of the class and starts talking.

“Welcome everybody! This is going to be your first day at this school, so of course, it is kind of scary, but we want you to feel comfortable and at home. This school is a safe space with a lot of talented and nice people. Since we want you to help you enjoy your first week in the best way possible, we all have a personal student coach for you. Your coach is going to show you the whole school and give you all the information you need. You can keep in contact with them over the first few weeks. So, when I say your name you can come to the front and I’ll introduce you to your student coach.”

“Rick Willems, your coach is Elvin Petersen.”

Lucas waits a few minutes until his name gets called.

“Lucas van der Heijden, you coach is Sander Driesen.”

Lucas stands up, grabs his jacket and walks to the front. A boy with bleached blond hair comes walking up to him. His outfit is almost all black, except for the white design on his shirt. This guy is fucking cool, Lucas thinks to himself

“Hey, I’m Sander. A third-year art student, nice to meet you,” he says with a warm smile while shaking Lucas’s hand.

“I’m Lucas, nice to meet you too,” he says while smiling back.

“So, I’m going to show you some of the basic rooms but also a few of my favourites spots in the school. I’ve always liked this school, mainly because it is almost always open. You can get a room to paint or to draw any time you want.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Well I don’t know what we're still doing here, kom.” he grabs Lucas’s arm and leads them out of the room.

The whole day is filled with Sander showing him places and Lucas admiring everything he sees. They went to the different type of classrooms, he showed him where he can find new paints, brushes, canvases etcetera, they visit the cafeteria and even the schoolyard.

After walking around in the schoolyard, they both take place on a bench.

“So what do you think?” Sander asks while looking at him.

“pretty awesome, can’t wait to start classes and really work here on stuff.”

“I’m glad you’re excited, this is really going to be like your second home,” Sander says. “Do you live around here?”

“Just moved in yesterday, with one of my friends from the Netherlands, in a student residence. There is a lot happening in just a few days, new city, new school, new people, even a new country for god's sake,” he says laughing.

Sander laughs back. “I get it is a lot, but I love Antwerp, so I hope you’re gonna enjoy your time here.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna make the best of it. Do you also live in Antwerp?”

“Yes, in a small apartment, together with my boyfriend.” His face immediately lights up when he mentions his boyfriend.  

“Really? That’s awesome. How long have you been together?” Lucas asks curious.

“About a year and 10 months,” he responds immediately with his smile widening. “His name is Robbe, he is so amazing. Truly the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Lucas watches him stare off into the distance with that dopey smile on his face. He can tell that this guy is in love, deeply in love. He is kinda jealous of him. He looks so happy and peaceful, like he totally knows what he wants to do with his life. Just because of one guy.

One guy. Is Lucas ever going to find one guy? The one, for him? His mind suddenly wanders to some raven coloured hair, a pair of pretty brown eyes glistening in the light. The guy is tall and-

“Sorry,” Sander giggles while interrupting Lucas’s train of thoughts. “I always get carried away when I’m talking about Robbe.”

Lucas refocuses his thoughts back to Sander. “It’s fine, I get it. It must be amazing to already have found the one for you,” he says with a little sad smile.

“Yeah, it really is. I would never even dare to dream that this could happen to me, but here I am,”

“Aren’t you dating anyone?” Sander asks.

“No, I haven’t for a while. The situation was all a bit stressed back home and I just wasn’t looking for anything.”

“But you live here now, so do you want to start dating again? It can be fun you know. It is also nice to have someone who really listens to you and who gets you. ”

“I have people where I can tell everything to, don’t need a relationship for that.”

“But that’s different, there are some things that are easier to explain to someone you really love and who loves you back.”

“Are you love adviser in your free time or something?”

Sander laughs. “You know what I mean.”

“Hhm, yeah I do. I would like to start dating again but I’m not the best at stepping up to some random guy,” he says while not making direct eye contact with Sander. He may have fully accepted himself and his sexuality, but sometimes he’s still scared of how others will react. Which is a bit silly now, since Sander has a boyfriend himself.

And just as he expected, Sander doesn’t think anything of it. “What are you talking about, you don’t need the be afraid, look at you! You have the whole package,” Sander says with a smile while lightly elbowing him in his side.

Lucas laughs. “Thought you had a boyfriend?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind. I can still tell if someone is attractive.”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “Okay mister smarty pants, don’t you have anything else to show me?” he says while waving his hands to the school.

Sander laughs and stands up to lead Lucas into a new part of the school.

After a whole day of walking around the school and getting to know each other it’s time to head home.

“So, we’re kind of skipping my favorite spot in the school, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to show you that yet.” Sander says a bit insecure.

“That’s fine, is it like a spot you like to work in?”

“Yeah, it is almost my own room, since I’m the only one using it and they gave me the key.”

“That’s cool, to have your private working spot here at school. Then you can always find some peace when you need it. So I get you don’t feel like sharing your own space immediately, and that you don’t want some random dude like me waltzing in.”

Sander didn’t expect Lucas to get him so well, that it for him indeed is like a safe space at school.

“That’s true, but also the fact that half of the room is covered in paintings and drawings of my boyfriends face, kinda creepy.”

Lucas laughs. “Well, when you’re ready, i’d like the see it someday.”

“I will, you seem like a genuine guy.”

“Thanks, and also thank you for today, you’re a really good tour guide.”

“How many stars on booking.com?” Sander asks with a grin, trying out his inside joke with robbe on somebody else.

Lucas looks confused for a second, but then he answers. “You use booking.com? Nah man, I’d rather use Tripadvisor. They have way better deals.”

Sander is again taken aback by Lucas answer but he laughs.

“Ouch, that hurts. I’m really fond of booking.com you know? Don’t disrespect it like that, and I still want my rating.”

“Okay then, from 1 out of 5? I’ll give it a 4, because you are a nice guy willing to spend his day walking around with a random dutch dude.”

“You’re kidding me, why not 5? I’m the best tour guide you could get around here,” he says with fake offendence.

“I’m sorry dude, but you still need some improvement in explaining things in less than a half hour.”

“Everything i tell you is interesting! I’m just really passionate about some things, isn’t that good?”

“Yeah, but sometimes a bit boring you know,” Lucas teases.

“And here I was, thinking we could be friends…”

“I’m kidding, I loved everything you told me.”

“Well good, because I was going to ask you for your number. Not only for school related stuff, we could hang out one day if you like.”

“Yeah, of course,” Lucas smiles, happy that he already made a friend on his first day.

They exchange numbers and say their goodbyes. It really was a good first day.

[lovesickslasherapples]

HC for slashers...(not requested) warnings:mention of nsfw

Michael Myers

At first Michael isn’t going to exactly be so affectionate

Nor does he care about any type of intimacy at all..now that doesn’t mean he won’t ever what any though

It may seem like he doesn’t want your attention most of the time but there will come a day or sometime during the day he will NEED your attention

He will come behind you while your cooking and just back hug you out of nowhere BUT if you don’t give him the attention he wants he will get it himself

Michael gets what he wants when he wants..he would take you away no matter your protests at what you were doing and trap you in his arms silently saying ‘You will love me woman’

As most people would say Michael is just a time ticking bomb going to explode at anytime so don’t tease him OR ELSE

Michael has no problem take dominance over you especially since he is the dominant one in the relationship no matter the gender

He will make sure you know your place

Jason Voorhees

Jason is kinda shy at first he hasn’t had someone so kinda to him besides his mom

Someone treating him like a normal human being isn’t something he’s used to so expect him to be kinda confused as to why you aren’t running away from him or afraid

Cue the Jason head tilt...he wouldn’t expect you to smile and ask him to walk or stay with you in the cabin or sit by the lake

It will take some time for Jason to warm up to you but when he does..what have you done to him?!

Jason would fall head over heels for you

He swore to protect you from any harm that being said he doesn’t like when you go near the lake he doesn’t wanna loss you not his Y/n

Jason sets some rules for you and expects you to follow them break one..is punishment

Though that might just be sit in a corner and don’t move cause let’s be honest Jason doesn’t think sex is good it’s always been told it’s bad by his mom

So don’t try anything on him cause you might scare him off

It’s best to wait and explain it to him cause he might be kinda clueless

One BIG no no is taking off his mask not yet at least..then again he doesn’t wanna lose you Jason is insecure about his face he thinks of he shows you-you will be disgusted and run off to find someone else

Jason isn’t a big fan of teasing considering his past..so be careful of you actions around him it would break his heart if you teased him cause he might take it the wrong way

Jason is precious just praise him!

Freddy Kruger

Okay let’s get the this straight you must have done something to keep this man attached to you

Freddy likes lots of girls so for you to keep him in a leash is a big shocker

Congratulations you have tamed the Freddy Kruger..be prepared for him to be all over you

Freddy can be annoying sometimes but this man is hilarious..he will talk your ears off with dirty jokes and cringy pick up lines

He’s a HUGE flirt and can get sexual at times especially when he goes in for a kiss and it gets deeper as it goes

Now he may sound like a total player but..he also has his insecurities like his skin

One it’s burnt so I don’t think he would appreciate being called a burnt potato as funny as it may sound to you it will put him in a bad mood for a while or maybe for the rest of the day (good luck)

Freddy isn’t so jolly in a bad mood and can get quite salty 👀

He WILL tell you off and that would lead to roasting each other or arguing so I wouldn’t advise doing certain things but over all he can be pretty layed back

Just laugh and enjoy your time with him and he will make all your dreams come true 😉

Billy Loomis (Ghostface)

Now Billy is kinda like Michael I’m certain ways except he isn’t so introverted

Billy can get quit possessive with you especially when he’s jealous

Sometimes he doesn’t even trust Stu with you and wants to be by your side so no one try’s anything

Billy can get quite scary when he’s angry and gets tagged crazy look in his eye talking on and on about how you shouldn’t do that it’s against the rules in a horror movie

Speaking over horror movies Billy loves horror movies and I mean LOVES them he could ramble about them all day to you if you’d like

Billy has seen them all and probably tell you every detail of what happened in the move “Okay Billy I-think that’s enough” is what you would say if he got too detailed about the killing

Billy for one is also a major tease his signature smirk on his face as he walks over to you

Billy can get Riled riled up pretty easily and sometimes doesn’t mind you being a tease too he kinda likes it gets him going even more

Billy can be kinky just a bit so don’t be surprised if he asks you try something new with him

Bubba sawyer

Oh sweet bubba wouldn’t know what to do with someone so cute and kind as you

He would try to hide you from drayton and chop top as much as he can only to fail and then not taking a liking to you so easily as bubba did

If your willing to help them then welcome to the family! They will have you doing certain chores around the house like washing dishes and cleaning

Bubba doesn’t like that you do though he think shouldn’t have to lift a finger ‘Here Y/n let me do it’ he would insist

Bubba is to kind sometimes and doesn’t wanna see you get hurt by anything or anyone so if he is working with sharp objects don’t come near him

Bubba is afraid to hurt you and wouldn’t forgive himself if he did

He doesn’t wanna lose you because of his carelessness but bubba is hardworking man and will get what needs to be done first so he’s not so careless

Bubba won’t like if anyone hits on you and your talking back it will lower his confidence..he will think you want them and they are better

That being said you will have to reassure him you aren’t going to leave him

Just praise him!

He deserves it

Thomas Hewitt

Unlike bubba Thomas here is a bit more rougher and buffer than bubba

Though Thomas looks intimidating and he DEFINITELY is Thomas has a soft spot for you

Unlike his victims he won’t put you on a meat hook or slice and dice you basically butcher you

Thomas would want to protect you from any sort of danger that being said he was hesitant to show you to the family “Ah Thomas I see you brought some dinner”

Thomas doesn’t trust his family with you for obviousl reasons..and Tex hitting on you is a MAJOR no no for him

Thomas wouldn’t hesitate or hurt somebody over you just one bad look and BOOM there dead and well..dinner is served

Thomas doesn’t like for you to come down in the basement where all the sharp objects and meat are he thinks you will get hurt down there

But he won’t protest if you come down there to give him some lovin’ 😉

Luda May would wonder when grand kids will come along as Thomas would instantly blushed under the half mask on his face

Speaking of which it will take time for him to take off the mask like the others (Sorry forgot to mention that in Michaels)

You have to respect his privacy for the time being

Just be patient and then you will be met will a handsome Thomas Hewitt!

Chucky

Human or not he’s the same he can be quite cocky at times but like Freddy he has a good sense of humor

Be mindful he is a handful to deal with at times and can get on your nerves if mistreated

DO NOT CALL HIM A BABY

You will regret it if you do so this man/doll with come at you within seconds if you do call him that

Don’t worry about Tiffany if he loves you he won’t do or try anything but do keep an eye on him he’s not fully loyal

Now chucky will get sexual at times and doesn’t really get too shy on saying it “I don’t know about you but I’m starting to feel like pinko here”

Marriage is out of the picture for a while!!

He can get too focused on his plans that talks relationship at times so try to spend or do things together to get him off of other things

Tiffany

Tiffany is like chucky in certain ways but is most definitely loyal “You know me I’ll kill anybody but..I only sleep with someone I love”

Doesn’t matter your gender really and tiff doesn’t really care for looks so if your insecure..be prepared to be pampered on

Marriage and love is very important to her so don’t break her heart or its gonna get violent

Tiffany can get kinky so if your not into dark things and bondage then she might not be the one for you BUT tiff is very understanding so just tell her

Just love her and she will be yours forever

Be good though tiff likes good people “all the good guys are taken”

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