#it's at max burger but it's a job

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I have another interview on Wednesday so like, keep me in your thoughts again 🤞

[itspileofgoodthings]

the boys I teach have been so unpleasant to me this week but the boys I used to teach have been really sweet and tbh it helps so much.

[gguk-n]

Do you love me?

Part 2 of I wish you loved me

I'm a sap for happy endings

{Reader's POV}

Having Lewis Hamilton as your friend had it's perks. After getting me all stitched up, he let me stay at his place till I recovered. He would wait hand and foot for me; it was foreign feeling. Lewis was a great nurse, nursing me back to health.

A couple weeks after I was in the best of shape physically, "Lewis, I think I should leave?" I told him over dinner one day. "To where?" he asked with a mouthful of the homemade burger he had made. "I want to get my life back on track. Do things I love" I trailed off. "You can do that from here too" Lewis said while swallowing. "I could but I want to get away from Monaco. I need to be as far away from Max as possible." I spoke, playing around with my food. "I'm always scared I'll run into him or Kelly" I stated. Lewis seemed to think for a while before speaking, "Well, my mum needs help managing stuff, maybe I could get in touch with her" Lewis suggested. "That would be great. I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can get back up on my feet" I explained. "I'd rather you stay in my hair, if I'm being honest" Lewis smiled. I smiled back and gave him a one handed hug.

True to his words Lewis got me a job with his mum. The work was great, initially I had planned on moving jobs after I knew what I wanted to do but Carmen insisted I stay and was even willing to increase my pay to make me stay. Lewis would come visit whenever he was in town, which was a lot, his mother stated one day. But neither of us were complaining.

The more time I spent with Lewis, the more I became aware of him and his presence around me. His mother would tease us; that's what mum's do and I would brush it off but I would always see something in Lewis's eyes whenever I brushed off the thought of ever dating Lewis, I could never pin point what it was. Until, one day, one of my neighbours asked me out with Lewis in close proximity. I was torn, I felt like I had yet to heal from what ever Max threw at me and I was still getting therapy to fix my internal conflicts. So, I did what any rational person would do and said no. "So, what did he want?" Lewis asked as my neighbour was leaving. "He asked me out on a date" I replied nonchalantly. "What did you say?" he asked hopefully. "Yes" I joked. "What? Why? I mean...good job. You should see other people" Lewis corrected himself. "Why, don't you want me to get a boyfriend?" I cocked my head at him. "I do. If it was me" Lewis mumbled. "What?" it was my turn to be shocked. "Nothing" Lewis brushed me off. "No, Lewis, what do you mean by that?" I asked. Lewis sighed, "I like you Y/N. I have for a while. I just never knew what the right time would be. I just...I've liked you since I met you but sadly you were dating Max then. I thought you were happy with him but when I saw what he did to you, I couldn't believe I let you get hurt like that." Lewis spoke. "That's not your fault, Lew, I have issue I'm working on. And FYI I said no to him. I'm really not ready to date yet" I said. "Whenever you are, please give me one chance. I'll right every wrong. I'll make you so happy and if I ever make you cry, run me over with one of my cars" Lewis stated. "That's a little morbid don't you think Hamilton" I laughed. Lewis just shrugged. "I'll always be there for you. Always" Lewis expressed. I smiled at him, "I know."

{2 years later}

"I think giving you a chance was the best thing I could've done in my life" I said as I racked my oil covered fingers throw his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. "I think letting you massage me was the best decision I've made in a while" Lewis moaned. "Please keep the pornographic moans to the bed room Mr Hamilton or I'll have to report you for disorderly conduct" I laughed. "Who will you report me to?" he smirked and turned around to steal a kiss. "To your girlfriend" I replied. "Hmm" He acted like he was thinking, "I don't have a girlfriend" Lewis laughed. "What?" I said hitting his shoulder. "I may have a fiance soon, if she says yes" Lewis said pulling a ring out of his pocket. "Will you be my wife? I promise to love you forever and ever and ever until you get sick and tired of me. I want to have a family with. I want to be there for you. I love you Y/N" Lewis proposed. I had tears in my eyes and all I could do was nod, he slipped the ring on my finger. "I'd never get sick and tired of you." I mumbled before I kissed him.

Maybe breaking up with Max was the best thing to happen, since it led me to the love of my life.

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Adopt a Jock Part One / Previous Part / Part 10.2 (you are here)

A03

Gareth had been a part of a handful of grand finales in his day, but none of them had ever been like this.

Maybe it was the fact they’d almost died in real life.

Maybe it was the kids in the room, egging and cheering them on.

Likely it was a combination of a lot of things, up to and including the way Eddie had poured his entire soul into this game--as if in doing so, it might fix the world that had been accidentally ruined for them.

(Possibly it was the cheesy effects Eddie had somehow roped Steve into pulling off with him, which included a number of lighting changes and a smoke machine that was cool for all of five seconds before it overwhelmed the room.)

They’d stayed well past when they had the room for, shouting and cheering and screaming-- and for once no one came in to chew them out for it.

Coming out triumphant, they'd defeated the great evil Eddie had cooked up in order to save the realm.

All the twists and turns and reveals…even now Gareth still felt the victory pulsing through his bones.

They really had needed this.

“Not gonna lie, I am not ready to go home.” Gareth thinks it was Stewart who said it, but it might have been Jeff. Not that it mattered--plans were sprung sprung, and they agreed to meet up at the only place still open that wasn’t the McDonalds.

“All middle schoolers get to go home first!” Steve announced with his typical mother-hen flair, which caused a very large amount of boos to be sent his way from said children.

“It is almost 10pm, you dipshits, I don't need all your moms crawling down my throat.” he tacked on, glaring as Dustin and Grant both began loudly gagging.

“Stevie’s right!” Eddie boomed from where he was still gathering his papers, haphazardly throwing them into his backpack. “You all know your moms want him.”

“Munson--”

Hop to it, hobbits, I want a burger.” Eddie interrupted, grinning cheekily.

Steve rolled his eyes at him.

“Who are you calling a hobbit!?” Mike bit out, offended.

“if hopping makes someone a hobbit, then I guess we should start calling Eddie Frodo.” Jeff added sweetly.

“I have been walking normally for days, Jeffrey--”

Several parting shots later, the children allowed themselves to be herded outside, wherein they all stood around and proceeded to try and wheedle a ride out of anyone willing to listen to them.

“I don’t have a car today.” Tiff lied, standing in front of her family’s ancient Crown Vic.

“Sorry guys, I hitched a ride with Grant.” Jeff piled on with a grin. “And I don’t think he’s got room for all of you.”

“Come on, you’re not really gonna make us bike home? In the dark?” Dustin tried valiantly, gesturing at the sky as if it was pitch black outside.

It was not, and thus, his point was moot.

Gareth once again tuned out the ensuing argument, taking the time to just enjoy the moment.

(Maybe make a secret, near-silent bet with Jeff about who was going to break down and give the kids a ride home, communicated entirely through eyebrows and eye rolls.)

“Why are we even asking you--where the hell is Steve!?” Dustin finally shrieked, hands flung in the air in a way that was too reminiscent of Eddie to not be intentional.

Apparently Harrington wasn’t the only person he impersonated.

“Pretty sure he picked ‘stay behind to help clean.’” Grant told him, as if Eddie had ever done such a thing in his life.

“Someone tell them to hurry up.” Max grumped, hands crossed over her chest, Lucas’s arm around her shoulders. “They’re taking forever.”

“Welcome to life kid. Eddie runs on no one's clock but his own.” That from Stewart, who was also doing a grand job of pretending his mom’s car wasn’t sitting in the parking lot.

“Eddie doesn’t even know what a clock is.” Tiff said flatly, before Max could murder him for the kid comment. “I gave him one once and he acted like I gifted him a bomb.”

Darkly she muttered, “I think he ran it over with the van.”

“I’ll go get them.” Gareth announced, interrupting the entire charade before Dustin and Mike both could lose their shit. “I left my jacket in there anyway.”

More than likely Eddie's leg had begun hurting, in which case Gareth would be right about the only person besides Steve who Eddie would allow help from without falling into a snit.

(He did not want to end the night with Eddie in a snit.)

He figured the sooner he went, the sooner the whining would stop. Besides, it was just a quick trip back in, grab what he needed, and come right back out. Easy enough.

Unfortunately, Gareth forgot a few key things about surviving a horrific incident.

Mainly that PTSD was a bitch and schools were really creepy when they were empty.

At the right time of night, with the shitty, fluorescent lighting and the dark corner?

It looked a lot like the lab had.

The floor was even echoey in the same way as he slowly walked down it, each step ringing out as if to sing out his very doom.

��.Which is why he immediately dived into the first door to Hawkins High’s tiny ass auditorium, rather than walk all the way down the creepy ass hallway to use the door they’d all trooped out of.

It had way more lights, and a far less chance of hiding a murder monster.

(Would he always be like this now?

Worried about shit that shouldn’t be real?

The Men in Black had done a group job of insisting this whole thing was a one off but that didn’t exactly make anyone feel better given the kids had told them they said that every time this shit happened.

Which was apparently bi-yearly.)

Unfortunately for Gareth, it also meant he was popping into a door that was at the very far back of the drama room--hidden, partly, by the costume rack Hellfire had shoved over to make room for Eddie’s throne.

He wasn’t being quiet. Didn’t think he needed to be and given his thoughts didn’t want to be-- but it wasn’t until he was through the door and weaving his way through ancient, tacky clothes that he realized Steve and Eddie hadn’t heard him come in.

Given the very compromising position they were in, Gareth doubted it would have mattered if he came in blowing a trumpet.

They were making out.

Or--no.

They weren’t.

It looked an awful lot like they were, from the angle Gareth was at, but he quickly adjusted to the low lighting and realized their heads weren’t lined up right.

He was proven right a moment later, when Steve straightened up--hand going to an all too familiar guitar pick that now hung around his neck.

“I can’t take this.” Steve protested, quiet voice made loud in the emptiness of the room.

He sounded off as he said it, a little like he had been that night at Eddie’s, when he’d been so upset about his parents. The choked, strangled voice of someone trying to reign in their emotions and doing a piss poor job about it.

Something clearly had happened between them in the ten or so minutes they’d been dragging their feet back here.

“Yes you can.” Eddie replied.

“Ed’s--”

“I’m giving it to you. You think I’ve ever offered this to anyone else?”

That was said as a challenge--Gareth very much recognized it as one--but Eddie’s bravado sounded wrong too.

Like he was trying to be serious about one part of this, while hiding another entirely. A magician performing an unfinished trick, relying on the audience to look right where he wanted without much prompting.

“Exactly. You should be giving this too--I dunno, someone who is important to you.” Steve protested, voice thick. “Not to me. Not because I was joking around. Fuck Eddie, I didn’t mean it--”

“Yes you did, and that is exactly why I’m giving it to you.” Eddie interrupted, reaching out to flick the guitar pick that now sat on Steve’s chest. “You mean something to a lot of people, Steve, and now you have proof.”

They stared at each other for one far too heated moment. 

(They were both so emotionally constipated--and Gareth absolutely shouldn’t be overhearing this.

Why were they always having these damn conversations in places he was around!? 

If either of them realized he was in the room…)

“I don’t need proof--” Steve said, but his hand had come up, trapping the one Eddie still had hovering near his chest.

“Yes you do. And you deserve to know that people want to be around you. That I want to be around you.”

Slowly, carefully, Gareth began walking backwards, trying not to make a sound.

This was way too fragile for him to ruin.

Steve made a frustrated noise. “I can’t imagine why.”

“Really? You, the person who apologized to me, told me you didn't care if I was gay, and insisted that I wasn't a satan worshiping demon, can't figure out why you’re important to me?”

Eddie’s voice faded as Gareth successfully retreated back out the way he came, doing his level best to ensure the door closed as quietly as possible.

Relief made him slump his head against the wood, and he held it there for a moment in order to give his two, idiotic friends the time they clearly needed.

Maybe Eddie would have a boyfriend after this.

(Let’s be honest, they’d have a better chance resolving their feelings by talking to a brick wall, but that wasn’t Gareth’s problem to fix.

At least not yet, anyway.)

Either way, he looped back to conquer the terrifying halfway, cursing out Munson and Harrington both the entire way down.

Made his way to the front of the door as loudly as he possibly, conceivably could, smacking into it as though he’d fumbled opening it on the first try (and only partly because being so fucking loud meant the monsters couldn’t get him.

Right?)

“Are you two done yet?” He yelled, and made sure to wait for an affirmative before barging in.

Sure enough, they were still close together, Steve with a smile on his otherwise red face and Eddie equally looking guilty, but both swung to look at him when Gareth marched in.

“Are you guys partying here or cleaning? Hurry the fuck up we want food.” He challenged, gesturing at the pile of shit Eddie still hadn’t put away. “Also the children need a ride.” 

“Dammit--” Steve growled, springing to life and trotting out past Gareth, hand running through his hair--and his other hand carefully hiding the necklace under his shirt.

Now, Gareth decided, that could let on what he’d seen, since they’d been about as subtle as a fucking hippo.

“I have told you you’re screwed, right? We’ve had that conversation?” He teased, after waiting just long enough for Steve to be out of earshot.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Eddie sniffed.

Gareth grinned, slow and mocking. “Mmm. and I’m sure the necklace I just saw was totally a copy you bought for reasons. Couldn’t possibly have been your real pick…”

Eddie’s face immediately reddened. “Shut up, Gary.”

“Whatever kind of situation could have just happened to have led you to hand over that?”

With a faked gasp, Gareth suddenly clutched at his heart. “Munson, tell me you didn't just deflower the good maiden Harrington!?”

He got punched in the shoulder for his efforts.

“Shut up, Gary!”

Quiter, not wanting to take any chances at all of being overheard, he said; “Did you tell him it was your moms?”

“No.” Eddie said, just as quiet. A true feat, for him. “And I will be furious if you tell him.”

Gareth raised his hands in surrender.

“Secrets safe with me.”

They both knew he meant it.

xXx

With the first lazy days of summer came a quiet kind of healing: Eddie finally stopped limping, Steve had gotten better about hugs and high fives, and Gareth was (mostly) sleeping through the night.

It was peaceful--or had been, until the Munson phone started to ring.

(Or maybe It had been ringing for a while, Gareth thought. Time was a little fuzzy right now.)

“Ten to one that's Henderson.” Eddie said, as the phone stopped, only to immediately start back up again.

He hauled himself up, apparently deciding the ringing was not going to stop until it was answered.

Steve, sprawled out on Eddie’s couch, groaned.

“Why is he calling here?”

“Because you're always here.”

A fun little fact Gareth knew was true more than it wasn’t.

Steve spent an awful lot of time in Eddie’s trailer these days. Gareth’s garage and the drama room too, but given how Steve seemed more eager to hang out with Eddie than anyone else, those places didn’t count.

“How do you know he's calling for me, and not D&D advice?”

“Because he worships you, dude.” Eddie drawled, returning from the kitchen where the phone now sat politely on the kitchen counter, with tinny Dustin Henderson-esque noises squawking out of it. “Not me.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Steve muttered, but heaved himself up off the couch, careful to step over Gareth--who had claimed the floor the very second Eddie had magicked a joint out of his lunch box.

“What, Henderson?” Steve said into the receiver, as Eddie flopped dramatically onto the couch.

He nearly kicked Gareth in the process, who hissed at him for it.

“Yes, yes, you’re so vicious.” Eddie cooed, and if Gareth wasn’t high, that comment would have earned a solid tackle. Alas, the floor called to him, so he simply flipped his best friend off instead.

Steve’s voice floated back from the kitchen, fond and exasperated in equal measures.

“The plan you put in my hand yesterday? Yeah Dustin, I have it.”

Whatever Dustin said in response caused him to make an offended noise, followed by a higher, actually offended noise.

“Where’d the joint go?” Eddie questioned lazily, hands idly patting the couch.

“Did you put it in your pocket again?” Gareth asked, after checking that he himself did not have it.

Eddie thought that over.

“I don’t think I’m wearing pockets.” He decided after a moment.

“Okay--okay! If anything happens I will handle it, and fill you in later.” Steve said, followed by a loud; “No.”

And then;

“I said no!”

And then;

“That's stupid, Henderson. You're two hours away at camp, you wouldn't make it back in time to do anything.”

“Is it under the couch?” Eddie asked, half watching Steve slowly sink down onto his elbows on the kitchen counter, only to spring back up anytime Dustin talked.

Gareth gave him a look.

“Why would it be under the couch?”

Eddie shrugged. “Dunno man. Joints roam sometimes, you know?” He walked a few fingers in the air, as if joints had legs and used them.

“And they walk under the couch?” Gareth challenged back. “I am amazed this trailer’s never caught on fire.”

“I wouldn’t say never, Gare-Bear.”

“Can you just go enjoy camp?” Steve pleaded in the background, sounding like the world's most disgruntled parent. “For me, man, I have to work all summer, I’m literally doing my last interview tomorrow. How am I supposed to look forward to making fun of your dorky math adventures if you don't go on any?”

Finally;

“Yeah, you little shit, you too.”

“Not to worry, we have all summer to find it.” Eddie said, before he caught up to the conversation.

Head whipping towards Steve, he accused; “Did Steve just say he got a job?”

“I wasn’t listening.” Gareth said, too busy looking under the couch in case Eddie really had dropped a lit joint under there. How he didn’t know, but this was Eddie Munson, after all.

Stupider things had happened.

Steve grumbled, “I'm hanging up now!”--before slamming the phone back into the receiver with a sigh so heavy his entire chest shook with it.

“Who knew Steve Harrington was whipped?” Gareth teased rolling back onto his back and miming cracking a whip in the air. “And to a future freshman, no less!”

“I did!” Eddie raised a hand in the air.

“Oh screw you guys.” Steve scoffed, hauling himself back to the couch. “Someone hand me the joint, I need it.”

“So bad news about that…”

Gareth got to watch in delight as Eddie tried to explain the missing joint to Steve--who was a lot less casual about being potentially lit on fire.

“Where are you interviewing at, anyway?” Gareth asked, as Eddie dramatically army-crawled to his bedroom in search of a new joint, after being thoroughly chewed out about losing the last one.

“Starcourt. Place called Scoop’s Ahoy.”

Knowing damn well he was the highest person in the room right now, Gareth frowned as he tried to recall what store that was.

It took him a moment.

Then the realization hit and glee overtook him in a wave that not even weed could temper down.

“The ice cream shop?” He said, amusement overtaking his voice.

“Yeah!” Steve said, only to immediately frown when a cackle of laughter burst out of Gareth’s mouth.

“How is that funny?”

“If you don’t already know,” Gareth snickered, “I’m not telling you.”

He was saved from having to explain by Eddie inch worming back, this time with a lit joint in his mouth.

Sparks twirled from the end of it, landing threatening on the thin carpet every time he puffed.

“Dammit Eddie you’re gonna catch the trailer on fire!”

“Supposedly he already did.” Gareth tattled.

This did not earn him any favors, but did give him endless amounts of delight when Steve dived on Eddie as if wrestling would, in fact, save them all from catching the place on fire, and not help it along instead.

God, Scoop’s Ahoy.

Gareth’s summer just got a hell of a lot better.

Bonus

If he was a good person, Gareth would have given Steve a heads up about Hellfire visiting on his second week of work.

Unfortunately, Gareth was far more interested in seeing everyone else's reactions to care. Only Tiff so far had realized what “Steve’s working at that ice cream place at the mall” meant and Gareth was in dire need of watching Eddie’s reaction to The Shorts.

“Remind me to steal Grant's camera next time.” He whispered to Hellfire as a whole as they walked up to the counter, grin growing as Eddie finally clocked Steve.

Slutty little sailor outfit and all.

Eddie’s own grin froze first, and then his limbs, eyes growing so wide they practically overtook his face. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his mouth, and so it stayed slightly open, giving the wonderful impression that he’d been paused like a VHS tape.

Gareth wanted to live in this moment forever.

“Hey Harrington, you didn't clean the--whoa.”

Steve’s coworker—a girl from band whose name Gareth couldn’t recall—stared at the group, her expression shifting into something that could only be described as “overworked minimum wage employee completely fed up with life.”

“Can I help you?” She challenged, planting her hands on her hips with one eyebrow raised.

Like he’d been shocked back to life, Eddie sprung into action.

“Oh we're here to laugh at--ow, Jeff, your elbows are like blades!”

“We're here to see Steve.” Grant said over Eddie’s screeching, before turning his own cheeky smirk on their ex-jock. “Right buddy?”

A smile flit over Robin's face, something that's got too much of an edge to it to be friendly.

“Well don't let me stop you. Take your time, we offer unlimited free samples.” She waved her hand to all the open tubs in the case, the same gesture Eddie used when pretending to be a merchant unveiling fanciful wares.

Steve frowned, head whipping to her in outrage. “Not even an hour ago you were down my throat about giving out too many!”

Robin turned innocently towards him. “I don't know what you mean.”

“You literally said and I quote, ‘Harrington we don't offer unlimited free samples!’”

“You must have misheard me.”

“Well don't convince the lady otherwise, let's try some ice cream!” Eddie said, clapping his hands together.

To the average outsider it might look like he's taking Robin's side (and advantage of the situation)

What he was actually doing is what he always did--pulling the attention back on himself to get heat off everyone else in a way that allowed him to stare greedily at Hellfire’s newly acquired sailor boy.

Steve huffed, frustrated, but pulled his scooper out of his holster anyway. Twirled it as he does so and then did it again when Eddie ooed and awed at him for it.

“Can you do tricks?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno man, throw it in the air and catch it?”

“Do not throw ice cream.” Robin warned from the spot she’d retreated too, settling against the wall to watch the show.

Idly Gareth wondered how long it would take for her to catch on that they’re all friends.

(It still surprised him to learn there were people who didn’t know they were friends.

Gareth had assumed small town syndrome would mean the entire school had figured it out by now, but there’s always people who don’t eat their lunch in the cafeteria or pay much attention to gossip.

A stereotype that Buckley fit to a perfect T.)

“Yeah Munson, I'd probably just get it all over me!” Steve added, exaggerating his own frown.

A fact Robin considered, before stating:

“On second thought, tricks would bring in more customers…”

Eddie pointed a finger her way, winking. “I think I'm starting to like you, Buckley.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Well, stop.”

(He never actually started, of course, but Gareth doesn't think she's figured that out yet.)

Bonus x2

“There’s a guy drowning in the mall fountain.” Robin announced as she trooped past, backpack slung over her shoulder. Steve had opened the store by himself today, something he had privately told Gareth he was proud of.

(“Means she’s starting to trust me!” He’d declared, triumphant, and somehow missed Eddie making a gagging noise in his peripheral vision.)

“Sonovabitch!” Steve growled, flinging the dishrag down and vaulting over the counter.

“What--” Robin sputtered, flinging herself away before she got plowed over. “Dingus we have a door--!”

Gareth said nothing, instead taking a noisy slurp of his shake as he too, turned to watch as Steve paused at the fountain’s edge, assessing the splashing happening inside of it with narrowed eyes.

“Fucking show off.” Robin finished in a mutter, as Steve seemed to decide the best course of action was to lunge forward, grabbing onto the drowning guy’s waist with both arms and bodily hauling him out.

A familiar figured flailed around for a minute before going limp, causing him and Steve both to crash to the floor and--

Gareth almost choked on his shake.

“Oh shit that’s Stewart!” He gasped, slamming the shake on the counter before rushing over to help his friends.

“There’s a trash can, right there.” Robin called after him, and when it proved ineffective, threateningly yelled;

“I’m throwing this away!”

“Dude, you're a trouble magnet, you know that?” Steve was ranting, as Stewart sputtered and hacked up fountain water.

“I thought I saw something!” He whined in between coughs as Gareth trotted up.

“Well stop it.” Steve crawled back up to his feet, trying to fix his dumb little sailor suite while glaring menacingly at Stewart.

“Was the thing you saw coins perhaps?” Gareth teased, now assured that Stewart wasn’t in danger of dying from his own stupidity (again.) “Maybe a misplaced dollar bill?”

“Shut up.” He moaned, while Gareth smirked at Steve.

Who just ran his hands through his hair, like he wasn’t fond of their antics, the liar.

“Did you decide to find it with your mouth instead of a hand, like a sane person?”

“I said shut up Gareth--”

“Let me get you real water.” Steve interrupted, being hauling Stewart back to Scoop’s, like the mom figure he so totally was.

[newfallstrangeleaves]

Yandere in the apocalypse

Strawberries

M!Yandere X GN!reader Warning: stalking, mentions of killing. Summary: Continuation of the nightly visit story. The world has ended but that doesn't stop your yandere to prove (to nobody other than himself) that he can give you anything. He goes out of his way to get you something you want but things don't go as planned. Author's note: It was really nice to see the first part (and my first post) being so well received. Really thank you!!

Never will he be far behind. Always in the shadows watching over you. He truly is your guardian angel, undefeated protector, perfect boyfriend…

Though in a perfect world he would be close to you, show you how good he is to you.  But because of the friends of yours most of the time Aaron has to go unnoticed. But the times he does get close, he cherishes. 

The weather is nice and Aaron has spent the last 4 hours in a tree. Your group has made the decision to leave the city and head out into the wild. A decision he doesn't exactly agree with, for many reasons. Though your group has decided upon two night watchers now he dont believe for a second they could do a better job than him. 

Half of the group has split up from camp and gone out to look for food. You sit together with a girl with dark braids and a blond girl, who looks to be in need of a shower soon. The boy is there too, blissfully unaware of his surroundings and listening in on the conversation. 

“I LOVED to eat Moules frits, I could eat a whole bucket of those things.” The blond girl says. 

"Oh, you snob!” The braided girl exclaims. “Can you say something normal like a burger?” 

“But what is so weird about Moules frits? It's just Oysters and Fries! The blond pouts. 

“Wrong! It's Clams not Oysters, you idiot.” 

"You seem to know an awful lot about Moles frits, huh? Y/N, who do you think the real posh one is?” The blond looks over at you who throughout this whole conversation has just been smiling at the bickering. 

“Donno, seems like a tie, or what do you think Max?” You turn over to the boy who nods eagerly. You and Max exchange a look as the blond one rolls her eyes over dramatically, but the action prones a laugh out of the three of you. 

“What foods do you miss, Y/N?” Max asks when the laughing has died down. You think for a moment. 

“Well, not the canned potatoes that's for sure, or any other canned foods for that matter. I miss fresh ones, oh I know, I miss Strawberries!” You say. “And actually at this point I would be happy to have any shape, dried or fresh doesn't matter.” 

“Me too.” A voice from the bushes makes everyone jump.

Even Aaron is about to fall out of the tree. But when the other half of the group returns he swears over himself over the lack of awareness. But the conversation had made him think. If his love wants strawberries then she shall have strawberries. 

When night comes he sneaks down from his hideout. A week ago they passed a small community, odd people and overly religious. They had only really gotten a picture of them though three men who were out looking for a friend of theirs. The men had invited them back to their community but luckily your group had declined the offer. Good thing your group had caught their off vibes too and decided not to risk it. But when the both of your groups had parted ways and one of the men decided to turn back to you,  Aaron felt nothing good would come with a second encounter. So the man was killed and buried before sunrise. By then the group was up and away. 

But the men at the time had mentioned a garden filled with vegetables and fruits. Perhaps a tactic to lure you into their claws. But right now it's his best bet in finding Strawberries. 

Traveling alone ment moving at a much quicker pace. Perhaps he will be back to you in less than a week!

When he arrives he realizes the men weren't lying. If something they were playing it down by a lot.  Aaron could see “the garden” from a mile away by the size of it. The only problem he is facing now is getting in. It is surrounded by a huge fence, barbed wires, then on top of that they have built six hunting towers to guard from any intruders. 

He decides to wait until night time and while doing so he can feel his eyes grow heavier.

He wakes up (all stiff from sleeping in a tree) to the luck of a lifetime. Rockets are firing from the other side of the garden, somebody else is planning to break in too. He brings his handy pocket knife and while the guard's attention is elsewhere he takes the opportunity to run straight for one of the hunting towers. 

He just needs a little bit of luck to not be spotted now. Despite having two hunting towers at each side of him that could easily spot him he hopes their attention stays on the forest for intruders. 

The darkness hides him long enough to cut through the fence. His pocket knife pliers are weak, it takes time to cut through the fence. But not impossible. 

As he works up a hole big enough for him to fit through he can hear the guards discussing, the weak attack was quickly disarmed. But Aaron can sense them being on edge for anything else to happen. 

When he is through it's in and out. Their attention is not on the plantation but he still tries to hide amongst the greenery. It doesn't take long before he finds the red little berries. There are rows upon rows of them. They won't miss a few. When he is done collecting and placing the container back in his backpack, he turns to make his way out again. 

Just as he feels confident he is going to make it without getting spotted he gets just that. Spotted. He crawls through his hole as bullets start raining around him. His only option is to run and find shelter amongst the trees. He sprints as fast as he can, the trees approaching quickly. Just a few more steps. 

Then he feels one of the bullets hitting its target, a sharp pain shoots through his thigh. He lets out a cry of pain but with the adrenaline pumping his veins he doesn't stop. 

He pushes further and further through the forest even though he is not as fast as he would have liked, the people deciding to go after him seems to have given up the chase. Their voices grow more and more distant by the second. 

The following days are hard. He has to stop multiple times to not strain his wound too much. Worry starts to grow more and more each day. As he is slowing down you are walking further and further away. The fear something would have happened to you  while he was away grows stronger by the day. 

When the pain in his leg is unbearable as he is fighting to keep up a good pace he wishes he never left you. What if something has happened to you while he was gone? Why didn't he consider this before he left? How stupid he feels. 

He lets out a sigh of relief when he reaches a small lake and in the distance he can see your figure walking out in the water with your pants rolled up. So peaceful. Finally he can allow himself to rest and to heal. 

Mission accomplished too. He feels pride grow in his chest as he watches you. He can give you something nobody else can. He can't wait for your reaction. A smile only he could give you.

The next morning you wake up and the first thing you see is a small package with a note attached to it. 

“Whatcha got there?” Ginny asks as she frantically tries to brush through her blond curls with her fingers. 

“I don't know. Was here when I woke up.” You turn over the note and read what it says out loud. 

‘Got these for you. 

Until we meet, A.’

“A? There is no one here who starts with A.” Ginny says loudly. A ruckus begins amongst the ones that are awake. Their discussion is loud enough to wake up the rest.  

“What do I do with these?” You ask. 

“Leave them, it's not worth the risk.” Felice says and pulls her braids out from the shirt she just put on. “Come, you go with me from now on.” 

Aaron limps over to the spot you sat at as he is fighting tears. The anger and disappointment bubbling up in his chest. He wishes he could kill them, hurt them as they have hurt him. 

But all he does is pick up the berries. 

He knows revenge will come in due time.

[ailithnight]

A King In Arkham

Henceforth, you will need an AO3 account to read this there.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Danny was having a very confusing week.

It started with being kidnapped from his room in Arkham by a human tank that called himself Red X. Red X took him to a "safehouse" which was actually a repurposed warehouse. Then fed him the first non-hospital meal he'd had had in months.

Danny is a bit ashamed to admit he moaned at the first bite of a burger from the local fast food franchise. He'd all but forgotten how good food could be. Despite the mask, Danny got the impression that X was giving him a look at the sound. What kind of look, Danny wasn't sure.

Confusion or amusement would make sense. Danny could certainly imagine himself confused or amused if he heard someone moan into their Nasty Meal. But for some reason, some instinct told him that the emotion behind the look was closer to anger with an undercurrent of sorrow. Which Danny just couldn't wrap his head around. What about him appreciating a good burger could make X angry and/or sad?

Then again, maybe Danny shouldn't bother trying to wrap his head around Red X's behavior at all. The whole experience with him made no sense. He kidnaps Danny, apparently as a favor for someone who wasn't Vlad. Feeds his victim and puts him in bed. (Its too soft, too warm, Danny can't sleep in it. X gives him another one of those weird looks when he finds Danny splayed out, not quite dozing on the cool concrete floor.)

And the next day just, drops Danny off in some random woman's office at the Gotham Gazette's headquarters. Leaving him there at the ass crack of dawn like his job was done, instead of meeting with anyone to hand Danny off to whoever he'd been kindnapped for. Nothing about his interactions with Red X made any sense.

But of course, that was just the start of the week.

The woman who came in to find Danny in her office then proceeded to, well, scream first, which was an entirely justified reaction to finding an Arkham patient in you office the day after a break out. But then, instead of turning him over to the authorities, she gave him a bottle of water and proceeded to spend the next several hours 'interviewing' him. It was afternnon before she finally called security to have Danny returned to Arkham. If he hadn't still been so used to skipped meals from his time Before, he's sure his body would have been protesting the extended interview loudly.

Once the police picked him up, they interrogated him for another few hours about how he escaped. Danny was nothing but honest, though of course they didn't believe him. No one did these days. But that's okay. Eventually they were able to pull the Arkham security tapes to corroborate Danny's story. Once the saw it for themselves, they finally relented and called a transport truck to take Danny home.

Of course, then the Arkham guards had to spend an hour reprimanding him for the 'escape attempt'. He tells them earnestly that he had nothing to do with his own kidnapping. No one believes that of course. It seems they think that Danny's previous good behavior was a manipulation tactic.

They tell him no one will be falling for that again. That's fine. They tell him he's lost privileges for a month. That's fine too. Tell him he's lucky they don't move him to the max security wing. Danny doesn't think he'd mind if they did.

Finally, finally, they let him go back to his room around 7:30. It's a couple hours yet until lights out, but Danny doesn't care. He almost collapses into the thin mattress. It is by no objective means comfortable. But it is familiar. And Danny finds comfort in that. He falls asleep easily.

Some hours later, after lights out, Danny jolts awake from a... dream? It wasn't quite a good dream, but it wasn't quite The Nightmare either. It's already slipping out of his mind, but he has the vague sense it involved X and burgers and a chill creeping in his throat.

It must couldn't have been an entirely pleasant dream. For one, Danny doesn't get good dreams anymore. For another, he opens his eyes to a familiar black void hovering above him, the pit in his stomach deepening with her lingering touch.

As much as her presence makes his sins weigh heavier on his soul, Danny can't help but give Spectra a small smile. That... startles her, he thinks. In an instant, the cool hand leaching warmth and resonating with that hollow ache inside him is gone. He misses it.

The next morning, Danny has a new therapist, again. Seeing this one is a punch in the gut. There aren't really a bunch of similarities. Just blue-green eyes and long red hair. But just those 2 is enough to hurt. To remember that Jazz will never get to be here, sitting in that chair, talking to her patients, making Arkham a better place like she'd wanted ever since she heard Harley Quinn's story. Jazz will never get to chase her dreams and it's all his fault.

Danny tries, he really does and even mostly succeeds, to not get lost in his own head while they go through the normal routine. It's always the same question. Except... this time it deviates. Dr. Sparrow doesn't press at the self harm issue like all the others. She presses her lips, clearly dissatisfied with Danny's answer, but she lets it slide.

"Would you like to talk about the break out, Danny?" For the first time in 3 long months, Danny has heard a new question. Of course it's that one, but still, it's new. Danny can't decide whether or not he likes it. He shrugs.

"It happened. I got kidnapped." Dr. Sparrow is looking at him weird. She doesn't look unhappy or doubtful. In fact, she almost looks understanding, like she believes him. She looks too much like Jazz. It hurts. Danny looks away.

"You understand why it is difficult to believe you were an unwilling victim, don't you, Danny?" He shrugs. "Not only are very few people privy to the information that you are a patient here, but security footage also doesn't show you putting up any kind of a fight against your supposed kidnapper." She even sounds like Jazz, presenting her logical arguments.

"I... I don't know what you want me to say." She sighs.

"I just want to understand. I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Danny." I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Little Brother. Danny can't help the full body flinch. Anger, misplaced aggression surges under his skin. It feels like ice in his veins.

"Understand what! Everyone I love is dead because of me! Because I tried to take one shortcut and couldn't handle the consequences! And this! This is the better outcome! This time I won't hurt any more people." The reminder of what his grief causes makes the anger evaporate, leaving behind that familiar hollowness. "That's all that matters. As long as I don't get anyone else killed... Vlad is the only one who could hurt me in any way that matters. S'long as I don't end up with him, I don't care."

Danny is pretty sure he knows what J- Dr. Sparrow is going to say about that. He doesn't want to hear it. He can't stand to hear it. So he lets his mind slip away. When he tunes back in, the guard is there to escort him back to 26B. He glances at Dr. Sparrow. Her grim frown and worried eyes are too familiar. It makes the hollowness shudder, a spark of oh so dangerous care catching inside.. He wants to... he needs to...

"I'm sorry, Dr. Sparrow. For shutting down." Her eyes widen, concern vanishing into shock. "You remind me of my sister. She wanted to be a psychologist here too." With that, he turns around and lets the guard lead him back to his room.

The rest of the day is mostly a haze to Danny. He's peripherally aware of someone bringing around lunch, then later dinner. Danny briefly picks at the food, but he doesn't think he's hungry.

The third day starts with them telling him Dr. Sparrow cancelled there therapy session. She won't be seeing him anymore.

That's good.

She doesn't need to waste her valuable care on him. She's better off treating someone who could actually get better. Someone who can do more than just not cause trouble. Someone worthy of a life outside of Arkham.

It'll take them at least a day or 2 to assign him a new doctor. Danny expects the rest of the day to be a blur in his room. But some time after lunch, a guard comes and escorts him to a section of the hospital Danny has never been before. The visitation wing. There, waiting in a small privacy room, is the Head Doctor, the Cheif of Security, and a stranger in a trench coat who for some reason makes Danny's skin crawl with a desire to get very far away very fast.

The Cheif of Security looks at Trench Vibes, clearly disgruntled. "Is this really necessary?"

Trench Vibes responds in a heavy British accent. "Official Justice League Dark business, mate." Danny's surprise is almost enough for him to actually feel it. "Word has it, kid's got ghosts. I'm just hear to check up on that." Head Doctpr sputters a moment.

"Surely you don't mean to imply the ghost's could actually exist? Ghosts are not real, sir." Trench Vibes snorts.

"Sure. Next you'll tell me that magic ain't real either." Head Doctor opens his mouth to rebut, but then a golden light swirls around Trench Vibes' fingertips and that seems to make the Doctor rethink a few things. "Now, if you'll give me a few minutes with the kid, then I'll be out of your hair." He waits for the Doctor, Chief, and guard to all leave the room before he even looks at Danny. "I really hope I don't have to be the one to tell you your a little bit dead, kid."

"Danny."

"John Constantine."

Welp, no reason to lie here. ". . . I know I'm half ghost."

"Good. Well, not good that you're half dead, but good that you know. That would not be a fun conversation. Not that this one is much better. You're being haunted?"

"Not much anymore. It's okay." Trench Vibes, John Constantine, just gives Danny a disbelieving look. "Honest Mr. Constantine. I think they're getting bored since I won't fight them anymore."

"Anymore?"

"I'm from Amity Park. Ghost fights were a pretty regular thing there."

"I'm sorry, what? You're telling me there's a town under seige by ghosts and we didn't know about it?"

"You didn't... know? I mean, it's probably fine now. The ghosts mostly came to give me grief. Plus, I'm sure Vlad has dismantled my parent's portal by now."

"Portal?"

"To the Ghost Zone."

"Your parents had a portal to the Infinite Realms!?"

"Is that what you call the swirling green place?" Mr. Constantine sighs. He reaches a hand into his coat, but comes up empty. Whatever he was reaching for must have been confiscated before he could bring it into the hospital.

"So let me get this straight. Your parents opened a portal to the... Ghost Zone. No doubt flooded your whole town with enough ambient ecto to allow powerful physical manifestations. You somehow ended up half dead. Ghost start appearing. They fight you, you fight back, and now that you've left this Amity Park, those ghosts followed you here to continue haunting you."

"Pretty much."

"Why did you stop fighting back?"

". . . We aren't in Amity anymore. They can't hurt anyone."

"They've been hurting you." Trench Vibes has a scathing deadpan. If Danny could muster any feeling, he might be ashamed. Of course, as it were the closest thing he's experiencing to feeling right now is that prickling sensation that he should not be anywhere near Mr. Constantine.

"They can't hurt anyone that matters." Mr. Constantine abruptly stands.

"Nope. Nope, nope, nope. I am not equipped for this. I am reporting back to the Bat and then I guess I'm going to Illinois to figure out what the hell happened and why Dark didn't know about it." Mr. Constantine vanishes in a flash of light. A few seconds later, the guard comes and takes Danny back to his room.

At some point during day 4, Walker visits. Again, the surprise is almost strong enough to break through the cold hollow feeling in his chest. Almost. Walker had only visited once, the day they sent him here, to gloat over seeing the Halfa Punk finally imprisoned for his crimes.

The warden glances around his empty room, then settles for staring at Danny. Time passes, lunch and dinner a blur where Danny, for the 4th day in a row, barely eats a third of each meal. Walker is stares at him the whole time. It's kind of creepy and Danny almost wants to snap at him. Almost. Instead he lies on. his cot and traces cracks in his ceiling like he's looking at constellations. Finally, just after lights out, Walker does more than stare. He speaks.

"Effective immediately, your previous sentencing has been overturned and all other charges are dropped. You are no longer Wanted, punk. Keep your nose clean. I never want to see you in my prison again." Danny spends most of the night thinking about Walker's change of heart and not being wanted as a ghost anymore.

The fifth day is mostly normal. Spectra shows back up. Danny doesn't make the mistake of smiling at her or acknowledging her at all really. He doesn't want to scare her off again. He missed her. She seems upset. She practically gouges his heart out with the ferocity with which she plunges her clawed hand into his chest to feast. She's not in the slightest gentle with how she drags more and more misery from him, through him. Danny doesn't mind the ache. He's just happy, to whatever empty extent he can be happy, that someone is reaping some meager benefit from his still beating heart.

Day 6 passes much the same with Spectra hovering over him the whole day.

Finally, day 7. The final day to finish out the most disorienting week of Danny's short life. The grand finale of confusion starts with Danny back in the visitation wing. Spectra stays with him right up until they walk into that same little room from 3 days ago, where Danny sees Mr. Kincaid, the social worker he met once when he arrived in Gotham, and a man in a fancy business suit. Mr. Business stands up and smiles, looking for all the world like Danny had made his day by walking in the room.

"Hello Danny, my name is Bruce Wayne."

[aku-soul]

Another person post baebee! This time, my thoughts so far and what I think of the confidants I've unlocked!

Ren Amamiya: It's me! I'm the dude! I feel bad for him during the interrogations though...

Ryuji Sakamoto: Boyfriend #1, absolute malewife. I love this dude and his "FOR REAL?!" so much. Such a crime that he's not romanceable LET ME ROMANCE THE GUYS. Also the first confidant I maxed out after only like 3 months

Ann Takamaki: She sure exists. Definitely a character. On a more serious note, I hope her stuff works out for her.

Morgana: Catboy. I like how (english) he's voiced by sothis from Fire Emblem 3 Houses. I seriously do wonder what's up with him though, especially with the dreams he's been having recently...

Sojiro Sakura: Coffee dad and best dad. I love him so much. Currently grinding out my kindness just so I can get to level 7 and beyond for his confidant stat. (on 4 out of 5, wish me luck)

Igor: Long nose man, very mysterious. I'm like 75% sure he's dad from FE3H which is kinda weird but cool that I recognize the voice.

Yusuke Kitagawa: Boyfriend #2. God I love him so much. He's also voiced by Kuroh from K which is so freaking cool. Again, why can't we romance the guys. As an artist myself, I feel so bad for him being manipulated most of his life by someone he trusted...

Makoto Niijima: LETS GO MAKOTO GOOD JOB ON STEALING THE DATA YOU GO GIRL!! Girlboss, absolute girlboss. Screw the principal using her

Chihaya Mifune: Thanks for letting me up my kindess stat to level up easier. That's really all she's good for though. Before I got the game I had no clue she even existed. Screw her for costing 100k yen to start her confidant though.

The twins: SILENCE, INMATE! They're cool, I like the dynamic they have with them. I definitely feel like their babysitter whenever I take them places. Loved how they also got their own toy when we went to big bang burger.

Futaba Sakura: Gamer girl, also my sister. I haven't gotten far into her confidant line but I like how it ties into her mother. Once again, major sister vibes

Tae Takemi: Thanks for the medicine, but really that's about all I see her for. I do hope she gets to prove herself in the medical community though.

Sadayo Kawakami: SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP CALLING ME MASTER EW EW EW EW I REGRET STARTING YOUR CONFIDANT LINE SO MUCH TF YOU MEAN I CAN ROMANCE MY *TEACHER* BUT NOT THE GUYS??? SCREW YOU KAWAKAMI

Ichiko Ohya: You certainly exist. Uh huh, you definitely do. Honestly her confidant perks are kinda useless since I keep my palace security levels around 0% more often than not. Plus she just reads as a constantly drunk aunt.

Shinya Oda: Also never knew about him before starting this game. Gamer boy. Reads as a nephew who you sometimes hang out with. Other than that, not much thoughts

Hifumi Togo. Another one I never knew about before playing the game. I feel so bad about her mother using her... I wonder if we can change her mothers heart further into the storyline?

Yuuki Mishima: Definite little brother vibes. I like how we didn't change his heart, just let him change on his own. Also I hope his future book plans turn out well for him, he definitely deserves it.

Toranosuke Yoshida: Another one who exists. Not much opinion on him since I'm only on rank one since I don't care enough to level him up.

Sae Niijima: Mixed feelings about her, one on hand I think she's trying to help me, but on the other she threatened coffee dad, called makoto a burden... I probably hate her more than I like her honestly.

Kasumi Yoshizawa: Gymanstics girly. It's sad that her summer meets didn't go well, I hope she improves for the future. Also really sad news about her sister...

Takuto Maruki: Super good buffs, especially for the sp one. Reads as a shy uncle who really cares about his nephews and nieces. It sucks that he's a limited time only, but thankfully I'm at level 9. Hopefully I can reach level 10 on him soon.

Munehisa Iwai: Voiced by Jinshi from apothecary diaries, super cool. Reads as an uncle who pretends he doesn't care about his nieces and nephews, but in reality shows his affection through secretly taking them places, giving them stuff to do, and gifts. Kinda like "Hey, give this to your mom and then I'll take you out to the range". Very good uncle

Goro Akechi: Soon to be boyfriend #3, once Ryuji and Yusuke gain favorability of him. Also god why isn't he playable, I want Akechi on my team so bad so I can complete my guy harem.

This has been all my opinions on the confidants I've unlocked, have a good day everybody.

[nicolesgf]

The creator of class of 09 only added lesbians for money but jackcole ship is proberly never happing.

Nicole has shown, multiple times, that she isn't a good partner or friend, and Jecka has shown as well. As in getting her into a job at Burger King. And Nicole does not care for her trauma when she sees her get shot. After the prison ending they do not care for each other. Nicole is also not a girls girl. She doesn't care about women when only to fit her point and her views. Like all ships in this game would be so bad if they were cannon and not fanon.

Also, like every ship in this fandom, loving case it is a rejection game, but do you I guys.

oh i could go into a rant about how much of a freak max field is... but thats for another day.

anyway, jecka and nicole aren't close friends in the actual game. like i swear emily and nicole seem much closer. jecka and nicole only hang out cuz they don't have anyone else lmao theres a reason nicole ends up spending more time with emily and ari when they're relevant to the story.

nicole's a sociopath, jecka is not but she's aware nicole is a sociopath and thats why i don't think they'll work. jecka even drops nicole in one ending when she realizes nicole doesn't care or stand for anything. like jecka's mean but she doesn't have the malice and cruelty that nicole has, nor does she tolerate it. we saw how disappointed jecka was in nicole when nicole turned ari straight.

that's why i like emicole ultimately because i think emily and nicole are equally fucked up suicidal sociopaths and therefore it's actual toxic yuri. there's no power imbalance either or any one-sided abuse. they also have the best dialogue and they genuinely like each other.

and i agree with u, it is just a rejection game. but this is also tumblr and this site is mostly used for fandom content and we can have fun if we want with our little shipping wars :)

[hermionegalathynius]

The 2nd time Steve surprised you.

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: talk of family issues on Steve’s part.

“What do you think they’re talking about in there?” You asked Robin as you kept her company while she scooped ice cream. 

  After the chaos six months ago through which Dustin’s friend Eleven closed the gaping hole in the material of the universe, you and Steve Harrington actually managed to become friends. Through babysitting Dustin and his gang of troublemakers, you began to see a lot more of the guy. At school, it seemed he had lost his ‘King Steve’ title, as well as most of his friends after his break-up with Nancy. While you had a few friends at school due to band, you mostly kept to yourself during the day, but this changed as Steve (not wanting to remain seated next to Nancy in certain classes) moved next to you. According to the boy in question, he had just asked those teachers to move him and they had coincidentally placed him next to you in every. Single. Class. 

  Not that you were complaining. When he was away from his asshole friends, Steve Harrington was a decent guy and actually pretty funny. It came as a surprise to the both of you, but conversation became really easy, and time flew by when you were together. Eventually you developed a routine where the two of you would go get Benny’s Burgers whenever you’d had to drop the kiddies off somewhere. The tradition started during the Winter Ball when Dustin had insisted Steve tag along to drop him off for emotional support. The older boy had actually come early to help your brother with his hair and show him how to style it. The image of the two of them fussing over Dustin’s untameable curls definitely shouldn’t have made your heart melt the way it did. 

  After Dustin had clambered out Steve’s BMW, you and him had decided to stop by Benny’s to get dinner while you waited for the agreed-upon time at which you needed to pick Dustin up. It was the first time you were actually spending time alone with Steve since the demodogs, and it was… nice. 

  Then, summer had arrived. You and Steve were officially graduated. While you planned to use the summer holidays as a time to rest before you moved up to Indianapolis to work in a theatre orchestra for a year, Steve’s dad made him get a job. The boy had spent a good hour sitting in the car outside Benny’s, ranting to you about how much the man infuriated him. You sympathised, expressing your own disapproval of his father’s actions and attitude towards Steve. As far as you were concerned, the man clearly didn’t know his son very well, because if he could just see the wonderful man he was growing up to be, maybe he wouldn’t be so harsh on him. 

  One of the biggest shocks that came over the summer, was Steve working alongside Robin at Scoops Ahoy. When the boy had called you halfway through his first week on the job and begged you to come save him from his mean coworker, you had been delightfully surprised to find out that his ‘mean coworker’ was in fact your friend Robin Buckley from high school band. 

  To Steve’s dismay, he ended up having to share you with Robin, who he was liking less and less now that she had you on her side. 

  That’s why, when Dustin came home from camp, he jumped at the opportunity to help the kid translate a Russian code in the back room. 

  “From what I can hear,” said Robin, replying to your question, “they are trying to decipher a secret Russian communication your strange brother intercepted on his mega-radio.”

  You had literally left the store for twenty minutes to drive Max and Eleven to Starcourt mall after the two girls had called begging you to take them. Twenty minutes, and the two boys were already looking for trouble. 

   “Russian communication?!” 

  Your friend shrugged, holding up her hand and placing her forefinger and thumb half an inch apart, “Honestly, I’m this close to marching in there and insisting I help them just so Steve will come out and switch with me.”

  Your huffed a laugh, “If you do, I’ll come with you. I don’t need to witness another one of Steve’s failed attempts at flirting with the customers.”

  Robin groaned suddenly as Lucas’s sister and her group of My Little Pony fanatics entered the store. 

  “Not again,” she muttered. 

  You winced and gave her a pat on the shoulder, “Want me to hurl Steve up here so he can deal with it?”

  She shook her head, “Nah, I’ll push through. This is my last customer for the morning though. After, you and I are gonna go help your strange brother translate his Russian code and dumbass can sling ice cream.”

  With a grin, you hopped up onto the small surface behind the counter and leant back on your hands as Robin dealt with Erica’s relentless ‘tasting’. 

  After fifteen, excruciating minutes, the gaggle of girls finally left and you and Robin were free to go into the break room. 

  “Alright, babysitting time is over, you need to get in there,” Robin stated, pushing through the door, you trailing behind her with a smirk aimed at Steve that said ‘you’re in for it now, sucker’. 

  “Hey, my board! That was important data shitbirds!” the blonde yelled, whirling on the two boys. 

  You eyes snapped to the whiteboard hanging on the wall, and sure enough, instead of the usual shipment dates and stock numbers, the Russian alphabet was written out in bright red marker with its English counterparts labelled in black. Your smirk widened and you raised your brows at Steve who was halfway through popping a piece of banana in his mouth. His eyes widened innocently and you rolled yours. 

  “I can guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data,” Dustin replied. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you should be impressed or afraid for your little brother at his adamant cheek towards your significantly scary friend. 

  “Oh yeah?” Robin challenged, walking to stand opposite the table to Dustin and Steve. Ever the loyal friend, you moved to stand beside her, crossing your arms. 

  “Yeah,” Dustin said, keeping his ground. 

  You sighed, “And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyway?”

  The boys froze — Steve still had a mouth full of banana when Dustin demanded in a lowered tone, “How do they know about the Russians?”

  “I don’ know!” the older boy protested around the banana.

  “Did you tell them about the Russians?”

  “It wasn’t me!”

  “Hello, we can hear you!” Robin exclaimed, clearly becoming pissed off. In all honesty, you were too. Sure, you’re brother was a little science genius, but you had taught him almost everything he knew — except for all of the stuff Mr Clark had taught him. He got his passion for science from the same gene pool you did. It was about time Dustin started acknowledging your superior level of intellect as the older sibling. 

  “Actually, we can hear everything you’re saying,” you added in, “You’re both extremely loud.”

  “You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country on tape and you’re trying to translate but you haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realise the Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do,” Robin continued. 

  You both watched as they looked at each other in defeat, clearly beat. Steve was refusing to meet your eyes. 

  “Sound about right?” she finished. 

  Thinking on your feet, you lurched forward, making a grab for the tape lying on the table. Steve — realising your aim — was too fast for you and grabbed the tape out from under your fingertips. 

  “Woah, woah! What are you doing?” he yelled, hugging the tape to his chest. You glared at him, blowing a flyaway strand of hair from your eyes. 

  “We want to hear it.”

  “Why?” The boys asked in unison. 

  “Because maybe we can help,” Robin said, shrugging. 

  “She’s fluent in four languages,” you pointed out, pinning your brother and your best friend with a stare. 

  Dustin perked up, “Russian?” he asked.

  “Ouyay aryay umbraday,” Robin recited. You stifled a laugh, knowing she just called Dustin dumb in pig latin. 

  “Oh ho ho ho!” Steve exclaimed. 

  “Holy shit!” said Dustin. 

  “That was pig latin, dingus,” Robin told them. 

  Steve smacked Dustin’s arm, “Idiot.”

  You rolled you eyes again. 

  “But,” Robin continued, sliding into a seat, “I can speak Spanish, and French and Italian.”

  “And we’ve both been in band for twelve years,” you added.

  “Yeah, our ears are little geniuses, trust me,” Robin finished, “What do you say?”

  She directed the last question at Steve. He laughed dryly, beginning to shake his head. 

  “Come on! It’s your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate! I don’t even want credit I’m just bored!” she complained, torso resting on the table too dramatically. 

  You looked at Steve and found him watching you, an expression of defeat on his face. You grinned, knowing he was about to give in. 

  “Fine,” he said, “But only if Y/n comes with to keep me company.”

  “What? No! I want to help too!” you exclaimed. 

  “Deal,” Robin said, and Steve handed her the tape. 

  You whirled a betrayed expression on Robin, “Traitor!”

  She smiled apologetically, “Sorry, kid. It’s like I told them. I’m bored.”

  You sighed, and accepted Steve’s hand to drag you back out into the store. 

  “I don’t know why you’re complaining,” he whined, “You’re my best friend.”

  Deciding to just grin and bare it, you bumped your hip against his as he grabbed a scooper, “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

  He pouted, “I’ve barely seen you this summer even though you’ve been right in the store with me.”

  Your heart warmed at his words as you jumped back onto the counter again, “You been missing me, Harrington?”

  His cheeks flushed as he leant against the counter next to you, “I…” he sighed, taking off his sailor hat and running a hand through his hair, “Every night I go home to my jackass father telling me how disappointed he is in me and explaining why I’m a terrible son. It’s been like that for as long as I can remember, and until a few months ago I had nothing to help me cope. Then I met you, and we became friends, and suddenly I could look forward to seeing you everyday.”

  You weren’t sure you were breathing. 

  “I know I don’t say it enough, but I need you. And I miss you even if you’ve only been gone five minutes.”

  “Steve,” you breathed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.”

  He shrugged, finally meeting your gaze with a shaky smile, “It’s not your fault.”

  “You have to know I need you too, right?” You said, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m generally someone who likes her own company, but with you I never feel like I have to back away for a moment and take a breather. Back in high school I was always a little tense in the mornings because I knew I would have to interact with people I’m not comfortable around, but then I’d get to my locker and see you standing there and suddenly I could relax.”

  Something in your chest was aching as you spoke, and the truth behind your words brought a surge of affection for the boy next to you that definitely exceeded the boundaries of friendship. 

  The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for a moment. At some point during your confession, Steve had tilted his own head to rest on yours as his hands fiddled mindlessly with his scooper. 

  Then two familiar girls walked into the store, giggling like the children they were and you frowned.

  “Is El even allowed here? I didn’t check before I drove the two of them…” you mused.

  “Either way,” Steve said, pushing off the counter, “That’s my cue to do my job.”

[quackity1999]

Slime.

[ he reached out and grabbed charlie's shoulders firmly while looking him dead in the eyes. ]

If you are to do one single thing while Quackity is gone, let it be that Wilbur DOES NOT GET THAT KEY.

[ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before releasing his hands. ]

I don't know who you think Wilbur is, but he isn't a good person. And he will never be. Treat him like a criminal. He shouldn't be in here, ever. How did you not know this? FUCK.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sorry, shit, I'm sorry, Slime. I'm just- Okay, it's a good thing that you didn't provoke him or give him anything. You did a good job on that and I'm proud of you. But don't be nice to Wilbur in the future. Okay? Or, and I urge that this is important, give him anything or allow him to take anything. Or do anything. No technicalities.

Are we on the same page here? Is the book gunked up?

-♾️🪞

[ Charlie blinks. ]

GUNKED UP TO THE MAX!

I know that Wilbur from Burgers has done enough damage to scar even the most detached, with the L'manburg thing.

But he has helped me spy before! I just. Thought he would like how the office looked. And I'm sorry for being nice to him! Quackity from Las Nevadas is too mean sometimes, so I try to. Balance it. But I'll try my best.

. . Yay! Wilbur is Bad. NO KEYS FOR WILBUR! :D

[oneforthemunny]

Hi evie, i hope you feel better!

What are eddie's guilty pleasure shows? I'd imagine modern!eddie unironically loving Euphoria bc Maddie reminds him of mean girl

older!dilf!eddie will ask 1000 questions about the reality show she's watching but refuses to sit down and actual watch it

mafia!eddie loves that new lotr show but wont admit it to anyone (i feel like he'd also old westerns and kitten makes fun of him for liking something so old timey)

cowboy!eddie loves police procedures, all the NCIS spinoffs

cop!eddie loves breaking bad and ozark

rockstar!eddie loves my little pony bc of the girls but hate the fandom lol

janitor!eddie lowkey gives big bob belcher energy so he'd love bob's burgers

omg this is so fun.

ok yes to modern!eddie loving euphoria. mean girl reminds him of maddy and she teases him for being fezco. “max is literally ash come on!”

older!dilf!eddie SWEARS he’s not watching the reality show. “they just scream at each other!” but he’s doing the posted up dad pose. arms crossed, legs out in a stance in front of the tv. will turn to ask “who’s this guy again” “what happened in vail?” and brielle gets so infuriated lol. also very niche but older!eddie?? the BIGGEST tom sandoval hater in the world. had kept up with every bit of it.

mafia!eddie I feel like he would want comforting shows more so than romantic. his job is so insanely gruesome and scary and demanding, he wants something easy. brainless and comforting, where nothing bad happens. so I think he’d like full house a lot. it’s just easy to watch and relax to. not too heavy or brutal or even dramatic.

cowboy!eddie yes, but also like those series they make about true crime cases?? like the act or candy or the dahmer one that just came out. he is a true crime junkie and eats them up.

cop!eddie is so fucking real for that. he loves shows about criminals lol. and reno 911 because that’s how he feels it is at work lol.

rockstar!eddie I’m gonna disagree. he hates kids shows especially like my little pony and straw berry shortcake and “those goddamed barbie movies” which is eddie for fairytopia (that zarah loved). but he does love pirates of the carribean. he was with vega a lot since the other girls were older and he’s like retired, so they chilled (as chill as vega and eddie can be) a lot and he tried to watch the max and ruby and dora but he couldn’t do it, so he was like hmm what’s a disney movie? pirates of the caribbean. most children would have been terrified… not vega. it was loud and exciting and they fought in it, and she fucking ate it up. now eddie watches them all, religiously. at every movie.

janitor!eddie being bobs burgers makes me wanna sob bc that is my favorite show on the entire planet. literally my all time favorite show, my comfort show, everything. I think he’d like adult cartoons like that, and also freaks and geeks. it only had one season but he loves it. he thinks it’s so real lol.

[julesandthemachine]

NEW BLOG INTRO!

ABOUT ME:

heya! my name is Jules, but you can also refer to me as Em, or Jasper, or Dipper. i am 17 years old, i am bisexual, non binary (with they/them pronouns), and asexual, and i am also autistic. (i may also have arfid, but i don’t know yet) i am a cartoon lover, a CD collector, and an artist, both traditional and digital. i am also passionate about 2000s nostalgia and music. along with alt rock and numetal; they’re my preferred genres. right now i am hyperfixated on Pelswick, MTV’s Downtown, and Fugget About It. i made a blog intro before, but i decided to remake it. i may also update this from time to time :)

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW:

please note that i can open up art requests and art trades whenever i want to. at the moment, both of these are closed. i also have a bit of a swearing problem. i also have a problem with overreacting and i have bad social anxiety. i am working on both of those things, and if i do something wrong, please let me know immediately.

CARTOONS I ENJOY:

Pelswick

MTV’s Downtown

Fugget About It

Moral Orel

Daria

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe

Adventure Time

Dan Vs

John Callahan’s Quads!

Futurama

Smiling Friends

South Park

BoJack Horseman

Brickleberry

Metalocalypse

Bob and Margaret

3-South

Family Guy

American Dad!

The Simpsons

Drawn Together

The Oblongs

Beavis and Butthead

Inside Job

Bob’s Burgers

Robot Chicken

Rick and Morty

Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Invincible Fight Girl

The StoryBots

Megas XLR

Undergrads

Bluey

Max and Ruby

The Amazing Digital Circus

Toopy and Binoo

YOLO: Crystal Fantasy (ik the name changes but i prefer calling it that)

The Backyardigans

My Little Pony

MUSIC/BANDS I LISTEN TO:

Florence + The Machine

Green Day

Gorillaz

Neon Trees

Foster The People

Chappell Roan

Nelly Furtado

Lady Gaga

*NSYNC

Limp Bizkit

Korn

System of a Down

Paramore

MARINA

Coldplay

Avril Lavigne

Destiny’s Child

Nelly

Timbaland

Rihanna

No Doubt

The Killers

Blink-182

Evanescence

Linkin Park

My Chemical Romance

Jack Off Jill

OutKast

P!nk

Maroon 5

Matchbox Twenty

3 Doors Down

DO NOT INTERACT:

NSFW blogs (because i am a minor)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fans (THIS DOESN’T APPLY TO PEOPLE THAT ARE ALREADY MY MUTUALS)

zionists. if you support israel, you basically support genocide.

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared fans (i trigger to it)

anyone who is over the age of 25/under the age of 10

anyone else that is problematic

but to be fair i block people freely so…

WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME AT:

Instagram: thesilliestofjules_

Discord: limpjuleskit

TikTok: _julesandthemachine_

Twitch: julesandthemachine

Reddit: _julesandthemachine_

Agere Blog: rainbowkittywhiskers

Roblox: y0_itsem

AO3: julesandthemachine

Pinterest: julesandthemachine

Wattpad: mabelsmissingsock

Youtube: julesandthemachine

Spotify: jules (it has a heart but it won’t let me put it there…)

[itsohh]

Hello ! Can I have a SFW headcanon or alphabet for Thermite please ? xoxo

was in the mood to write for Jordan and I've always wanted to try doing an alphabet for someone before

Thermite SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) This man is suuuppper affectionate to the max. He loves to praise and maybe throw a joke in. Loves hugs and spending time with you. He's never afraid to show affection. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Honestly, he's a great best friend. He's pretty open to those around him. Being in his team in Rainbow forces him around you, not that he's complaining. He takes the opportunity to really bond with you and get to know you. Always one to keep the mood rather light and is extremely dependable. If you need him for anything he's always the friend who's willing to help�� including situations that can get you in trouble. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) This man loves a good cuddle, he more of hangs about with his arm around you more than anything. Jordan's quick to hug especially when he's happy. If you manage to pull something off or win something he'd always going to hug you with a pat on the back. Yet he's not against quieting down and chilling. Sharing a bean bag with you partially in his lap, it's a perfect way for him to show affection.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) There are two sides to him. When he goes home he has a pretty chill typical lifestyle when he's away from the base. Perfectly fine at cooking and cleaning. He's an adult, he can adult when he tries. Makes a mean burger on the BBQ. He's a bit unsure if he will ever fully settle down with a desk job. It's something that's in the back of his mind as a 'one day' but realistically he's very aware and very expectant that one day his luck will run out. Jordan will never say it out loud but he believes he will most likely keep working until the job kills him. He's just had too many close calls to think otherwise. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Jordan tries to do it the right way. Sits down and says it straight. Does try to soften the blow and will put it on himself. Doesn't say 'it's not you, it's me' but very on the lines. Tries to be empathic and kind about the situation. Has big sad eyes the entire time.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Jordan is fine with commitment, he's happy to get married whenever it feels natural. He loves the idea of being connected even if you don't spend all your time with him. It has a warm little spot in his heart even if the pair of you haven't actually moved in. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) When it comes to being gentle he's right in the middle. Even though he's loud and hard-hitting, he can be gentle when need be. In tender moments his face will soften up and he's almost afraid to touch you in case he will break you. There are certain levels of emotional vulnerability that he has which can often be hidden by his humourous exterior. Some matters he offers up rather freely, such as how he feels and how much he cares. Yet things such as his concerns or deeper fears he's a lot less likely to bring forth. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) His hugs are pretty frequent. Big pick-you-up hugs or hugs of relief after a mission. Jordan hugs with his entire body rather tightly and loves to just hold you there with his head on your shoulder. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Depending on the situation is how quick he is. When he realizes it he will say it quickly if he believes you feel, well, at least positively or you're in a relationship. Sometimes he's a little hesitant to let people close, even though he doesn't show this. Purely just because he's lost so many sometimes he just doesn't want to lose anymore. Jordan's sick of mourning but he doesn't want that to control his life. The good times are worth it and he's going to tell you he loves you god help him. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Jordan can get a little jealous. Never shows it though. Ultimately he trusts you and believes that you wouldn't go behind his back as he would never go behind yours. The pair of you are a team. Yet sometimes emotions can get control of him, he is never jealous of people you know rather random people. It's less that he's afraid of someone taking you away from him but more of anger on your behalf. Say someone's chatting you up at a bar, that's what makes him jealous. You're his and he doesn't want them annoying you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Loves to kiss, his go-to right before hugs. Firm kisses on your check, against your lips

Can't get enough of your face and will pepper your face with them. He doesn't mind so much where you kiss him, it's more about the meaning to him so he loves it no matter where you kiss him so long it's him your kissing. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Fantastic around kids, he's a fun guy and he knows how to be fun around kids but also cool enough that older kids like him as well. A lot of kids like explosives. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Aside from working, morning is one of the best times to be around him. At night he's always fiddling around with some explosive or gadget but in the morning he's still half asleep. Likes to trap you in his arms first thing and sleep in when possible. He looovves to sleep in. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Admittedly it can be a little bit hard to get Jordan to unwind. His mind is always so active, he needs to be doing something. He needs to be doing something with his hand. So nights you can distract him but he might get a little restless if the pair of you just shove a movie on. Even just holding his hands is enough, then he can run his thumb over your knuckles. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He's pretty open about most things except for his concerns and the more sadder side of him. Jordan's parents is something he might mention but for him to actually dive into how he feels? Probably not going to happen at least until a very long time. He barely accepts it himself let alone can talk about it. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Very hard to genuinely anger. You can rile him up a little or perhaps even annoy him but this man doesn't anger. He doesn't lose his cool. It would take something horrible for him to get truly angry. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Tries to remember as much as he can, the small things. Sometimes he does forget certain things but he remembers some small really important matters that you assume he would have forgotten. Might forget a date or something if he's swept up with work but remembers that one super specific brand of food that has to be imported that you like. 

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) His favourite memory…Things had gone, not great. Left unconscious and rather injured, Jordan was transported to emergency care for the bullets he managed to catch in his chest. Rather lucky it managed to miss any organs but that still hadn’t changed the fact that he almost bleed to death. You had been on a mission on your own on the other side of the world. So when Jordan woke up he hadn’t expected you to be there. The unfortunately familiar scent of medicine and beeping of medical equipment wasn’t something he was new to. Right away he knew he was in the hospital and due to the lack of aching in his body, he presumed he was on some heavy painkillers. 

Yet there you were, still covered in sweat and dirt from your mission, you sat in a nearby chair. Completely asleep, your head leaned against the wall while a blanket had been draped over your shoulders. As per his usual situation, he pressed the call button next to him. He was a little surprised to see Gustave eventually answer with a slightly tired but kind smile on his face. “Good to see you awake.”

“Ah, my throat feels like ass.” Jordan attempted to speak but cringed at his dry throat. “How long was I out?

“A couple of days. Do you feel any other pain or discomfort?”

“Nah, I’m fine thanks doc. How long have they been here?” He nodded to your still-sleeping form. At first, Gustave let out a small sigh, you had been rather stubborn with the situation. Gustave wanted you to go sleep in your own bed and get rest but you protested. 

“The second they found out.” That sigh of annoyance turned into a small smile. You cared, Gustave admired that. It also helped that while you refused to go back to your room, you had made sure to stay out of everyone's way. “Would you like to wake them up?” 

  “I’ll let them rest.” 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Jordan is pretty in the middle when it comes to being protective. He likes the idea of protecting you but he knows you can look after yourself. Unless you ever indicate that you want him to he's going to be in the background. When it comes to the field he has to try to keep a level head. It is something that pains him but he's smart about his decisions. You getting injured makes him so desperately want to look after you but he won’t forsake his team. Too many people are relying on him. He feels the same about being protected, he can handle it but the thought counts. Thinks it's adorable if you get protective so long as it's not out of hand. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) If he has the time he tries a lot. Not over the top though. Jordan prefers quality time more than anything and just hanging out. So he might do something special for valentines day or something but it's going to be a more at-home dinner situation. Will take you out to do fun things on your birthday and is not objective to a surprise party if you're comfortable with that. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Not looking after himself. He puts everyone else above himself quite often which doesn’t leave him in the best state. Jordan brushes off concern about himself until you get serious. It can be a really frustrating matter to deal with. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not overly concerned with his appearance, sure he takes care of himself and grooms but he's not trying to be a model out here. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Jordan is his own person without you, he knows how to be rather healthy in a relationship and give you the space you need. Sure he misses you and there's a small tug on his heart when he's not around you but he's long since accepted it. So long as your happy somewhere in the world, he's happy, Jordan knows eventually you will return to him. He's happy to wait no matter how long it takes. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) One day he avoided you like the plague and when he did see you he had the saddest expression on his face. It left you rather confused but the next day he was back to his usual self. He spent that day recording a video in case something happened to him. Jordan is very aware of the life he lives and wanted to give you something for closure if he never had the opportunity to say goodbye. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Jordan is a pretty emphatic person, he cares a lot about the people around him. Anyone whos genuinely apathetic isn’t someone he would get along with. People who are unnecessarily mean to kids also rub him the wrong way. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) This dude can fall asleep legit anywhere. Often you can find him asleep in his chair or even on the couch during a movie. When he sleeps in the bed he's a bit of a cuddler when it comes to sleeping. Might not start the night with an arm around you but it does happen during the night. If he hasn’t had a lot of sleep recently he snores but only when he's reached a deep sleep. 

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

Had a dream where I got a job in Stockholm, but beast boy was living under the office so I gave him some burger to survive

So I lost all of my money on some damn burgers

Edit: it was a max (Swedish burger chain) spicy tofu burger. If doesn’t exist

[bella-goths-wife]

Well at least with faith and james in a poly line the reader wouldnt go hungry coz I reckon they're both really good at cooking the opposite thing.

James is good at savoury food, faith is good at sweet

James cooks dinner, faith makes pudding.

Or at least that's how I imagine it.

Like james can make a super super good main course of burgers or really good pasta and faith follows it up with a masterpiece cake or super good cookies or something.

And they can both begrudgingly acknowledge that together they make a pretty good meal

James had no idea how to cook until you and max taught him

James grew up in house where he would just eat microwaved meals or just order take away since his uncle never really cared to cook

Max quickly put a stop to this and taught him a few basic things to cook and he’d love to cook them for you, but he felt a bit bad when you had to eat lasagna for the 3rd time in a week.

So he asked you to help and the two of you learnt some more recipes together and James used this as an excuse to spend more time with you.

Faith however is an experienced cook because she was the one who was expected to get meals on the table as she was the only woman in the sexist pastors family

She loves to bake but not to cook, cooking is rushed and she’s always checking the clock because she used to be so afraid of her father coming home and the dinner not being served

Baking doesn’t require her to rush, she can be as slow as she likes and she loves to decorate cookies and cakes, especially when she makes a heart shaped cake with your name in the middle and refused to serve James a piece as her, David, star and marko enjoyed

I actually think at the very end of James and faith getting along better he’d ask her to help him bake you something for your birthday and she’d teach him

She wasn’t as gentle of a teacher as you were and he was called an idiot a lot but they got the job done.

The only times they would cook for you together is your birthday or the anniversary of when you all decided to be a poly line.

They would pamper you all day and then cook you a homemade meal and pudding before watching a move and the heading to bed together

They would high five each other when you complimented their meal, faith would immediately wipe her hand on her apron but they both ignore it.

The boys will be after any of your leftovers so be prepared for the food to get pounced on seconds after you leave the table

[pjplayground]

Chill Cat

First redesign for the rest of the cast. Wallace, a.k.a. Burgerpants, gets a more coherent color palette and a whole bio re-haul. Speaking of -

Bio: Wallace is only at this academy because of a program which states that all students who meet a certain criteria may attend without having to pay the yearly tuition fee. He comes from a very poor household, where he - along with his twin sister Nora - must take care of his younger siblings as a replacement for their mother. Their mother is enthralled in the night life, often being too hung over to take care of her children - which all have different fathers. Wallace and Nora both work two part time jobs just to be able to make sure their kin can have food on the table... even if they're just frozen dinners or take out. Sometimes, if Wallace can find the time, he smokes weed. Just to relieve himself for a short while.

Basic Info Full Name: Wallace Zebediah Reuben Nicknames: Wally, Burgerpants, BP, Hairball (by Romper only) Age: 18 Height: 6'1" Gender Identity: Cisgender (male, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Medical Issues: Tense Muscles, Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Lighter, work uniforms, phone, ear buds, extra hair ties, snacks

Relationships Nora - Twin sister, sibling energy to the max Ramona, Jacob, Diego, Tulvi, and Hip - Little siblings, the cool big brother Amaranth - Mother, distant/non-existent Romper - Best friend, like brother and sister Papyrus - Friend, helps when he can Outer - Friend, also helps when he can Starbone - Friend, the quirky one Hunter - Friend, lets them hold his tail Skrunkly - Friend, fuels its chaos BonBon - Friend, used to be Asriel's friend Paperjam - New friend, likes his kindhearted nature Undyne - New friend, likes her style

Miscellaneous Little Facts - He drives a van which he's named Stanphanie. - Prior to meeting PJ, he was the only one in the friend group who had his license. - He prefers to listen to lo-fi, because in his words - "It keeps me sane when dealing with people who complain about the price of soup." - He has a Rumblr blog where he makes random shit posts and rambles on when he's high. - "Burgerpants" as a nickname came about in middle school. This was during a time when he was too young to work, so he'd scrounge around the cafeteria for scraps his fellow students didn't want. Asriel spotted the slightly dry burgers in his hand-me-down pants pulling them down, and immediately tagged him with the nickname that plagues him to this day. - This story is set in a world where people his age can buy weed as long as they have proper ID and are at least 18 years old of age. In which Wallace qualifies. - Wallace is actually a pretty good home cook. Kinda has to be. - His siblings all often bond at breakfast time, since this is when they're all together. - Because they can't really afford to call people for repairs around the house, Wallace also has some home repair skills. - Sometimes he has to skip school days because work and providing for his siblings has to be a priority. - He's often at school barely able to pay attention because he's so tired all the time. - There's a part of his that loathes his mother for being selfish. - Wallace has a special gift. He can see astral projections of Sides - beings that are the personification of one aspect of someone's personality or struggle. - He found out that PJ has a Side simply known as Diamond. - This gift that he has drains him of his energy on top of all the crap he deals with. This is why him and Romper are reading up about the gift to learn how to quote un-quote, "turn it off." - Wallace notes that his jacket isn't anything special - but PJ borrows it because it's warm and oversized. - He's one of those heathens that puts mayo on almost every sandwich they make. - On an odd day, his mother told him that his name was his grandfather's name... but he doubts this statement because he knows his mother. - Most - if not all - of his clothes are hand-me-downs/thrifted. - He can't remember the last time he's been to a doctor. - His bio father actually died when he was young, and he watched his mother spiral down... down... down... - Despite his hectic life, he remains to be a calm, kind, and resourceful person for anyone who find themselves in his presence.