#looking like we robbed the candy store

[wearenotswans]

There’s gotta be thousands of dollars in candy sitting in my living room.

[stevesbipanic]

For my favourite matchmaker, happy birthday @thelastwalkingsoul

If there's a world where time travel was possible Robin Buckley wishes she was in it.

Not to stop the Upside Down or save lives no she wishes she could go back in time and help Eddie Munson graduate so she didn't have to watch him make heart eyes over the Family Video shelves at one Steve Harrington.

Steve hasn't even noticed Eddie has been in the store for the last ten minutes. He's had his headphones on and has restacked the candy bar five times since the day has had a grand total of zero customers.

Finally, against her wishes, Eddie approaches the desk, the tape in his hand has a lot more teen heartthrobs and a lot less gore then he usually rents. The gooey lovesick expression is still plastered over his face. Steve still stacks the candy at snail pace, his head bobbing along to whatever is playing, probably the mixtape Eddie gave him last week.

"Sixteen candles, interesting choice, Munson."

The metalhead just sighs, his eyes still glued to Steve.

"Oi doofus, making goo goo eyes at dingus."

She slaps his arm which thankfully breaks his focus, Eddie doesn't even look sorry.

"Oh Birdie! Hey, do you think Steve would like this one?"

"You're not even going to watch it and you know it."

She wheeled the chair over to Steve giving his arm the same slapping treatment, "Steve your boyfriend wants to know if you'd like Sixteen Candles playing while you make out."

A dopey expression falls over Steve's face as he takes his headphones off and looks over at Eddie who shares the same dumb look.

"Aw Eds we could've had The Thing playing and I'd still want to kiss you," Steve says wandering over to him, leaning over the counter.

"Well I got to pick last time sweetheart it's only fair."

Steve quickly rings it up and puts his own cash in the till, "Well only fair that I pay then, sunshine"

"Baby you treat me too well, I'll buy us dinner on the way over."

"I'll show you how well I can treat you late-"

"STOP! I don't want to hear about you two bumping butts or anymore pet names, I'm melting away here."

"Aw Robs, don't worry you're still my snookums," Steve says a mischievous look in his eye as he walks over and squishes her cheeks together.

"Birdie, our lesbian love, our queen, you can pick our next make out movie so you don't feel left out."

"Ah!" Robin yelled and she decided now was the perfect time for her break leaving the two lovers to giggle and return to their heart eyes.

Maybe she didn't need time travel, as long as Steve kept that smile on his face, Robin was happy too.

[08melancholie]

Light Banter. — Micah/Reader

tags: Grief/Mourning, Loss, Death, Mistakes, Soft Micah Bell, Crying, Men Crying, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Murder, Brutal Murder, no comfort, Minimal fluff, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Not Proofread, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like micah bell, and reader lol

summary: The things Micah would do to go back in time and listen to Dutch, the things he'd said about you. Just for once, to rewrite this passage in his life. But that's an ending he may never face; so he must learn to cope with his mistake—both of your mistakes, and must do so all alone.

a/n: so ummmm ive been thinking abt my own fic for the entire two days ive been writing it LIKE i was in class imagining one of the scenes. micah bell angst LETS GOOOOO !!!!

words: 3,648 | AO3 LINK

Dutch is many things; controlling, manipulative, power-hungry—but somehow never wrong. And Micah had to learn that the hard way.

How he said the two of you were a match made in hell—he was right there. When he said you were both the biggest pains in his arse, always causing trouble wherever you went; when he had to put you both on camp-arrest, an attempt at lecturing you to not go into random bars and start fights; when he'd refuse to send you on jobs together, because he knew the outcome every time.

And you both should have listened, for once.

Another day brings you more trouble to stir. Micah and yourself have been out all day—early morning to late afternoon. Few folks were robbed; few non-compliant killed. It was a bit ruthless and brutal—but you were outlaws, so who cares?

Well, Dutch cared. Too much, in your opinion.

Always had his nose in your business, finding ways to scold you and Micah for any minuscule mission that ended in bloodshed or law. But that was your nature! And per his own word, you can't fight your nature—and so you won't.

Now, was that worth being sat in his tent, talked down to for hours? Well, yes. You either zoned out every time, or were struggling to hold in your chuckles and chortles with Micah; always worsening your situation.

Like today.

"You two are just.. unbelievable!" Dutch is scolding you like two children whom were just caught stealing candy from the corner store. He made you sit down on his cot before he started tearing into you both for another bar fight two towns over—initiated by Micah this time. "I sometimes just want to keep you both in camp, doing chores—because this isn't the way to go about." He adds, and it falls on deaf ears as you space out wherever while Micah just.. sits there, staring at him as if he's processing the words coming out of his mouth, when he in fact isn't. Dutch sees this and is simply fed up. "You know what? We're not gonna continue like this."

His next words get your attention instantly.

"I'm separating you two." Your eyes dart up to meet Dutch's dark ones, glistening with distaste. "No more sharing a tent; no more doing jobs together; hell, if you make me go that far, I'll prohibit you two speaking to each other." He barks, and you feel your heart drop to your feet.

"The fuck?" Dutch shoots you a glare at the vulgar reply and raised tone. "You can't do that, Dutch." You protest, standing up off the cot. Micah's head shoots up to look at Dutch, just as surprised and protesting.

He stands firmly above the two of you, looking and talking down on both. "I can do as I please," He stands back to his desk, where he previously was. "already had Charles start to move your—" He gestures to you. "—things out into a different tent at the other side of camp."

Your jaw goes slack and you feel like you have to pick it off the floor. "That.. Dutch! You can't be serious, that's just plain cruel!" You protest, clearly against the entire idea. But, everyone knows who has the last word; it's the reason Micah hasn't talked all night, and the reason he's been watching you, bewildered at how you're protesting to Dutch's word so confidently.

"I am not changing my mind; get out of my tent, both of you." He says firmly, and you have to be dragged out by Micah as to not pounce on Dutch right then and there.

Micah grabs you and—reluctantly, because he'd love to see you ravage the bastard like a wolf—leads you out of the tent, sighing after you exit and shut the flaps behind yourselves. "As much as I'd love to see it, I can't have 'ya killin' Dutch."

It felt much more real when you've left the tent.

Your eyes snap over to where you shared tent would be; split into two, like they were before you 'moved in' together. "This is bullshit.. he can't just segregate us!" You turn to Micah, who looks just as upset.

"I hear 'ya," He places his hands on his hips, looking at the tent as well. "but.. we both know there's nothing we can do." The truth in his words is painful, and you almost don't want to believe it. "Let me help get yer stuff in." He offers, and you nod with a small frown.

Micah helped you get your stuff across camp, the choice of being moved surprising most onlookers who caught a glimpse of what was going on. You just felt worse; even they didn't understand the choice Dutch made. You were reluctant on sorting the last item in its original place, slowly placing your last book into a drawer. "I.. I won't be used to this—I can't do this, Micah." You turn to face him, looking up with a quivering frown.

Micah feels for you. He doesn't even know if he'll be able to process this. He got used to having you in the tent; reading on your shared bedroll before he'd lay himself down, and you'd start reading aloud to him; early mornings where you'd slip out before him—if he managed to get some shuteye, ever—and greet him with coffee; pouncing on him whenever there was a job the two of you could do together. He'll miss it all. "C'mere, I know.." His arms extend to you, and you waste no time in pressing yourself up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

You felt safe there—and you know it sounds foolish; safe in the arms of a bloodthirsty, ruthless killer? Well, that was the honest truth. Before you were this close and started sharing bodily contact every day, his hugs—because rare—always felt much more meaningful and real. Your face buries itself in his chest, hands hugging him from under his arms and resting on his back, where his hands find your sides and squeeze reassuringly. You can't tell if he's trying to reassure you or himself right now. "Why would Dutch do this to us?" You huff into his coat.

He looks down at the top of your head. "Beats me, darlin'. I can't put my finger on it, either." He shifts one hand to your back and traces your spine slowly. "But it's damn unfair, that's one thing."

You nod against him in agreement, then pull away slightly, to be able to look up at him. "I think that we should part right—there's an O'Driscoll camp out west, close enough to be a problem." You smirk up at him, and he returns it.

"Oh, yeah? Is there, now?" He releases his hold on you, letting you take a step back. "Well, what're we waiting on? Don't want Dutchy stoppin' us here, do we?" He brings your smile back to your face, and you instantly make a b-line for your horses, mounting up and not caring about the approaching Hosea, trying to stop you.

The ride to this camp was pretty quick, seeing as the both of you were overly excited about it. You were going to end this right, have fun and then probably sneak off to do jobs and have one of the girls cover for you, like they have before when you got 'grounded' by Dutch a few months back. "And there it is," You point out the small outpost-looking area ahead, hitching your horse close-by, but not too close either. "In all her O'Driscoll glory."

"She looks promisin'," Micah jumps off of his horse, following your lead as you take coverage behind a nearby boulder. "tell me how we're doing this, partner." He looks over to you, ready for your command.

Now, whereas you always usually had a plan on how to do things, you just wanted to stress-relieve this time. And so, you did exactly that. "The plan is, you shoot everyone but me and yourself." You give a brief chuckle before drawing your guns. "I just need to relieve some of these emotions, and killin' off O'Driscoll scum will do it perfectly for me." You add.

Micah's smile turns into that devilish grin you love; taking his DAs out swiftly. "Oh, you've got it, girl." He laughs wickedly—oh, how you love that sound. You nod and cock your weapons, rising from your spot.

The entire area smells of blood and gunpowder, a scent you've gotten much more used to since meeting Micah and going on blood-thirsty missions with him. Bodies are scattered all around; faces with bullet holes in them, slit necks and penetrated chests. You and Micah were stood in one of the cabins there, searching through the many drawers, cabinets and closets inside the room. "Damn, these bastards were poor as dirt." You lean on the table behind Micah, on the opposite side as you watch him search through a closet, his back turned to you.

"I found a few pocket watches, but that's about it." You add.

"Hm, well 'least we got something, wouldn't dream of getting back to Dutch with noth—"

His sentence is interrupted by a horrifying squelching sound. Your breath hitches, nearly just enough to silence you. "Mic.. ah—" Your words are knocked out of your mouth by the sharp pain in your waist, and the hand on your mouth.

Micah turns around immediately, met by the traumatising sight of a knife in your side, a barely alive O'Driscoll's hands on you as he runs the knife deeper, slowly and excruciatingly painfully. "What the—" He draws his revolvers, pointing them at the man who tuts at him like at a bad dog.

"Don't do that, Micah." You let out a breathless gasp when the man twists the knife inside you, your hands shakily trying to push him off. You're gasping into the hand on your mouth, backing up into him as your eyes water. You never had a bad pain tolerance; it was more the look on Micah's face at the predicament you both got yourselves into now that had you wanting to cry. "You killed my brothers, 'ya rat."

Micah's unsure in what he's supposed to do. He grips his guns tightly, staring wide-eyed at the sight before him as he scrambles for any way to stop your pain, watching you squirm for release. "Let her go, she ain't done nothing."

The man just laughs and gives another twist of his hand and knife in your side that has you gritting your teeth together. "She slit one of 'em's throats. Wild little thing, is she?" His breath is hitting your neck as he speaks, clasping his hand down harder on your mouth. His knife handle is almost soaked, red staining your light blue shirt and trickling down to your jeans. Just as he stops twisting it, he pulls it out. You squeak out in pain, shutting your eyes closed.

Micah practically growls, watching the man pull the knife out and press the soaking red blade to your throat. "Please—don't." He's desperate, barely able to look at you fighting to stay standing, gripping onto the mans' forearm for dear life. Dear life, indeed.

"Wow," The O'Driscoll laughs, pressing the blade in harder. "beg me some more, Micah Bell. Never thought you was that kinda person." Micah is fighting between anger and worry; wanting to rip the man's head off while watching you squirm, losing more and more blood by the second.

His blood runs cold when a dead silence fills the room and you still up—the knife painting your neck red.

"No!—" He shoots the man dead on the spot, a headshot right into the forehead. He drops his guns and kneels to you, making you sit up and lean on the wall. "Damn it! No, no—don't do this to me, girl.." He unbuttons his undershirt and rips a piece up out of it, trying to hold it up to your neck in an attempt at saving some blood loss. "Come on, you can't do this to me—this is not how we said we was parting, sweetheart," He holds your hand up to your neck, your eyes rolling back as you cough and clench your side. "Please, please don't."

As an outlaw, this was actually how you always envisioned your demise. But, you never thought it'd be this brutal—or that Micah would be forced to watch. "Micah—" You attempt to speak, and it sounds terrifying; your voice isn't you, it doesn't sound like you.

"Don't talk, baby. I'mma.. I'll get'chu home.." You can't really tell if he's trying to convince himself or you that there's a possibility of redemption here, the horrifying look in his eyes as your blood paints the floor and himself, the hand holding yours over your neck getting soaked and trickling down his whole arm. He's getting just as bloody as you, and yet he still thinks there's a way to save this. "It's not too deep.. I can still get 'ya home.." He's huffing and out of breath, as if he just ran a marathon.

You use the hand on your hip to shakily touch his shoulder, removing it from the first knife wound. "No��.." You mumble breathlessly, shaking your head at him. "Stay.. while I go." You manage out, blood leaking down your front from between yours and Micah's fingers.

"No, please—please let me help 'ya. Don't do this to me." He's pleading with you, reaching his free hand to hold onto your side. "Please." He's never experienced loss like this; for a man that killed and saw death since he was a young boy, he sure wasn't prepared.

"Hug me."

"Y/N, don't."

"Hug. Me."

"I love you, darlin'. Why won't you let me help you?"

"Please, Micah. Hug me, hold me in my last moments."

His hands release your wounds. One goes to the back of your head, leaning you into his chest as the other runs through your hair. "I never wanted this, baby. I'm so fucking sorry." He's whispering into your ear while running his bloody hands through your hair, pressing you into himself. This is how you always wanted to die; in the hands of your favourite person, getting to hold them and breathe in their scent, making sure they're the last memory you have despite the way you'd die.

You start to feel woozy; dizzy. You feel your breaths leaving your lungs, your life leaving your body. This, was something no amount of preparation could calm you. "I'm.. scared." You manage out, holding onto his shoulders with a surprising amount of strength.

"Don't be, baby. You'll feel better." He hums, his voice cracking. "And I'll see you there, too. I'll be there, at some point." He whispers, pulling you away briefly to press a kiss to your forehead, wiping some blood off of your neck before leaning you back into him. "I'mma bury you at the nicest spot you'd have ever seen. I'll visit you every day, babygirl. I know you love tulips; how 'bout I plant some there? You'll love that, won't you?" He rambles into your hair.

A haunting silence. Your breaths slow down and hands stop gripping his shirt, and you go limp on top of him. That's what truly breaks him as his eyes water, maybe for the first time in multiple decades. "Oh, baby. I'll make sure you have the prettiest little spot.. with the prettiest little flowers." His tears stream down to your face as he pulls you away to look at you; his beautiful, strong girl.

"Me an' Charles'll bury you, give you the best spot in the entire damn country. I'm so goddamn sorry."

After a moment of silence, he got up and grabbed his guns, holstering them before gently picking you up. He got you up on his horse, calling your own to follow him as he left the massacred O'Driscoll camp behind—not before setting a fire to the cabin in which the man who killed you laid. Just in case.

He held you against him the entire ride back to camp which felt much longer without your little quips and stories, uncaring of how stained his clothes were from your blood. He occasionally leaned down to kiss the top of your head, fastening you against him.

Getting into camp was probably the most terrifying part. He hitched up and held you against him as he stood at the entrance of the campsite, feeling shellshocked. He looked down at your unmoving body, his eyes narrowing to your much more peaceful face.

"Oh, Micah."

His head perks up to the sight of Hosea, standing up from the campfire and slowly walking over, his eyes wide and one hand covering his mouth. "Micah.. Micah, how.?" Hosea was at a loss for words; hell, he assumed you invincible from how many close calls he had to watch you suffer through, so seeing you unmoving in Micah's arms was a terrifying sight. "No—you don't have to say anything. I'll.. get Charles—Charles!" He turns and yells for the other man, as Micah looks back down to you, waiting on Charles.

He soon shows up and instantly frowns, looking down at your body. He looks up to Micah after a moment of silence.

"You know where you want to bury her?"

It was a nice little hill, always painted in flowers during the spring. There was a lake nearby—you always loved sneaking off and skinny-dipping with him, uncaring of Dutch's lecture the next day when you'd be too tired to work. You liked smelling things, too; from flowers to Pearson's meals to Micah himself. You constantly got up into his chest and took in his scent when he hugged you—or when you involuntarily tacked him into an embrace. He'll miss your little surprise attacks on him. He hopes that the flowers will be enough to smell for you.

"Do you want a moment before we lower her in?"

Charles' voice gets Micah out of his zone, and he looks at the man. "Thank you.." He grumbles and Charles nods, walking off a few feet to give Micah his well-deserved privacy.

Micah takes a seat down next to your lifeless body, now cleaned up and dressed in your favourite outfit. You looked mostly like yourself—if you ignore the paleness of your skin and neck wound openly displayed, unable to be hid behind your shirt collar. He takes you in for one final hug, breathing in your scent, like you would with him. It pained him that you smelled like gunpowder and blood in your last moments, but at least the perfume Karen offered to put on you made a small difference. He embraces you for a long time, enough for Charles to come back and interrupt, asking Micah if it'd be okay now. And Micah knew you needed peace; so he agreed.

His eyes could barely stay opened as Charles shuffled dirt over your body, losing the sight of you slowly. He bit his lip, watching the last of your face get lost in the surrounding dirt. His eyes watered briefly, but he couldn't let himself cry in front of Charles, so he shoved it down.

Charles tapped the back of the shovel over the dirt pouch, flattening it out before taking a step back. "There," He turns to Micah briefly. "I'll leave 'ya to.. process it. Seems you still need to." He hums before walking away, leaving Micah holding back tears before your grave.

Despite never being a religious man, he hoped that an ending was real and that you'd gotten your peace, even in your brutal suffering.

People in camp mourned you and visited your grave for a few weeks before most stopped and moved on. But Micah couldn't.

He was there every day—early morning to late evening, if not downright sleeping at your burial. He had issues with insomnia before, and you always made it easier to fall into the slumber he always hoped for. Sleeping next to your grave hasn't helped too much, but he feels better; not wanting you to rest alone, by your wish you vocalised when Dutch wanted to split your tent apart. Your grave was cared for immensely, and there was barely any space around it from the overwhelming amount of flowers Micah had either bought or planted himself. He had one of the girls teach him how, and made sure to include dozens of tulips. He knew what you liked.

"You've been gone three and a half months, baby. I still bring 'ya tulips.. but I'm not sure if you're getting tired of them." He spoke to your gravestone a lot; he missed your voice immensely, now regretting the few times he'd space out while you yapped his ear off about some random topic. "I planted a few roses, I know you like 'em too."

"Hope you can see and hear me, darlin'. Did you know I got your name into my other barrel, huh?" He takes his right revolver out, tracing his fingers over the initials he carved into the guns' barrel. "Yeah... it's real nice, huh?" He holstered the weapon again, looking down at you under the dirt patch for a moment before looking up at the sky. Somehow, it always looked the prettiest when he'd visit you.

"That's you, ain't it, sweetheart?"

The sky was a mix of neon oranges and pinks, slowly fading into light, morning blues as the sun made its way up the horizon. The clouds were nowhere to be found, letting the sun pass into another day. Another day he spent with you.

"Hi to you too, my sweet girl."

Kudos on AO3 very appreciated! Finally finished this fic dear God. I want this man so bad its unreal chat.

[spooky-luvur]

Eyeless Jack x m!Reader

(Summary:a strange man you meet at the store wants more from you than you ever could have guessed)

cw: language, mentions of mild gore

“Ah, shit.”

The keys slip from your hand and clang loudly against the concrete ground, making you wince. Hopefully nobody heard that and swiveled their heads to stare at you as if asking ‘why did you make noise? now we all have to notice you.’

You lower your head to hide your face, quickly snatching the keys and fumbling to stick them in the lock. This apartment building was old- and so were most of the residents. No one complained about the loose windows or the broken air conditioning because maybe they hardly even noticed it. Or maybe they just didn’t care. But rent was cheap, and the only thing you really had to worry about was your left-door neighbor Miss Zhao and her (illegal) cats. You didn’t tell the landlord, and she didn’t play her flute at two in the morning. Speaking of her,

“Such a sweet man. Your wife?”

The older woman smiles at you holding the door open for her as if you didn’t do it every time this happened.

“Still no wife Miss Zhao. Are you interested?” You tease her back, making her laugh as she passes.

“Maybe if I was younger!”

She tells you about her newest kitten as you both make your way up to the second floor. You have to help her past the slippery steps, mentally cursing your landlord once again. You’d call him a cheap bastard, but you know karma would probably bite you in the ass and break your arm or something. Curse you for believing in stuff like that.

“Ah, actually-“

The woman grabs your hand before she opens the door to her apartment, slipping a few bucks in it.

“Get me a pack from the station? I’ll let you pet the kitten.”

“Ha,” you pocket the cash. “Sure thing Miss Zhao. Think I wouldn’t pay for it myself, though?”

She shakes her head as she unlocks the door. “I know you would, that’s the problem. Now- the red ones, please.”

There’s a woman arguing with the cashier as you enter, pressing her fingers against the plastic barrier angrily. The man behind the counter looks like he’d rather be under a bus than here right now. The scene causes you to make a beeline for the back of the store, keen on scouring the snacks till they’re done.

“Hmm. Sweet or sour?”

As you turn to look down the other side of the candy isle, you suddenly realize you’re not alone. There’s a man just off to the side in front of the freezers, tall and dressed in dark clothes. His hands are in the pockets of his jacket casually. You flush in embarrassment, realizing he must have heard you say your stupid thing.

Thankfully the man doesn’t turn his head to look at you. You try to convince yourself he actually hadn’t heard you, and allow yourself to relax and look back at the snacks. You peek back at him when you hear the freezer door being pulled open and see him grabbing a box of frozen waffles. He pauses before grabbing a second box. And then a third.

“Fan of eggos?”

You don’t have time to slap yourself in the face and sprint right out of the store before the tall man turns his body to you. You know he’s looking at you crazy under the sunglasses he’s wearing. He’s also wearing one of those cloth masks famous people wear in public. Covering his entire face? Hood pulled up? This guy was either a celeb or about to rob the store. You suddenly feel less weird.

He tilts his head down at the boxes in his arms.

“Guess so.”

Then he leaves you in the aisle and heads toward the front of the store. Part of you wants to stay here, curl up on the floor and cry- but another part wants to follow the man to see if he actually is about to rob the store. With a jolt of fear, you hurry your way to the cash register and stand in line for a moment before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you realize the covered man has just stepped up right behind you. There’s a girl in front of you buying some chips and you mentally yell for her to hurry up at the back of her head.

Once she leaves, you realize you hadn’t picked up any snacks and simply ask the cashier for a pack of red cigarettes.

“Smoker, huh?”

The man’s voice makes you jump and you hear him let out a quiet snort at it.

“Ah, no- they’re for a friend.”

You don’t know why he’s talking to you and you don’t know why you’re talking to him- maybe he feels like he needs to because you said something to him earlier? You scream at yourself in your head but you cross your arms and slightly face the man in a way where it won’t look like you’re ignoring him if he says something else, but you won’t look stupid if he doesn’t.

“Drink alcohol?”

You purse your lips and eye the man strangely. That isn’t normally something someone brings up in small talk, but maybe you’ve said worse. You simply shake your head and the man tilts his head the same way he had earlier.

“No poison in you, then?”

Poison. That’s how he chooses to phrase it. It’s a completely normal thing to call it you suppose, but the fact that this weird dude is talking to you like this just sits with you wrong.

“No…no poison.”

He nods, and then you receive the pack, pay, and make your way to the door. Before you push them open though you can’t help but look over your shoulder at the man and the cashier. Maybe he’s going to pull out a gun and ask for cash, or maybe he’s going to reach through the hole and the glass and-

But he simply pulls out some cash and pays for the waffles as normally as anyone else would.

Yeah. Definitely a celebrity.

“Her name is Penny.”

“Because she’s orange?”

“Smart one aren’t you?”

The kitten paws at your hair and you scratch her chin. She purrs loudly in your arms as Miss Zhao smiles at the scene, sipping her tea.

“I wish I had balls like you, Miss Zhao.”

“Ai!” She lightly whacks you in the back of the head. “Watch your mouth around the cats, boy.”

You laugh and are about to apologize when your phone rings in your pocket, making both you and Penny jump. You groan internally before pulling it out to look at the screen.

“Dang. I gotta go, I have to edit a few reports.” You stand with the kitten and are about to place her back in the woman’s lap before she holds up a hand to stop you.

“Take her for the night, she seems to like you.”

The kitty meows and you look down at her, unsure.

“Really? I don’t-“

“Just put her out in the hall if she needs to go potty, I’ll keep my door open.”

“Alright. Sure, then. I could use the company.”

The cat has no problem lounging on your feet at you sit at your desk. Every once in a while she’ll meow and you’ll reach down to pat her head, but you accept the fact that she’s fairly calm for such a young kitten.

“Ugh…wrong date? You’ve worked there for three years…” Shaking your head as you correct the error, Penny paws at your legs. “What? You just had a snack, kitty.” She meows loudly and you sigh in defeat, scooping her up and standing.

“Alright I get it. Potty break- I could use one too.”

You open your door and set her down in the hall, peeking out to make sure Miss Zhaos was open as she said she would have it. Sure enough, it is- so you turn and make your way to the bathroom as the back of your apartment.

Your bathroom shares a wall with Miss Zhaos bedroom so it isn’t strange to here her television playing her shows, or to hear one of her cats knock something over- followed by cursing in chinese. In fact these things are so normal that it becomes strange when you don’t hear them, knowing the woman should be in her apartment at the time. She naps around noon and doesn’t sleep until a few hours from now so her apartment being totally silent has you scrubbing your hands a bit quicker.

“Miss Zhao?” You peer into her open doorway and lightly knock on the frame. No one answers aside from a couple meows of her cats, so assume she simply is sitting somewhere further inside- absorbed in a book or something. Satisfied with that conclusion, you turn to make your way back to your own room. Well you would have done that, if you hadn’t seen something that made you pause in your tracks.

Penny meows happily as the man from the gas station rubs her head. His gloved hand scratches her chin before he turns to face you.

The stories on the news of houses and apartments being broken into by a man in a blue mask always made you turn your tv to a different channel. You’d rather watch a kids show or something than hearing about people being killed. Maybe that’s why you haven’t turned tail to run to the lobby yet, or maybe it was the weapon strapped to his thigh.

“Cute cat. Yours?”

You startle as the man speaks. Same voice, very similar clothes. It has to be the same guy. It is, of course- but part of you absolutely refuses to acknowledge it. You shake your head. “No. Neighbors.”

Again, why were you talking to him? If you tried anything else, would he just hold up his gun and shoot you in the chest, or maybe the face? A closed-casket funereal is not something you want to think about.

He nods. “Met her. Nice lady.”

A glance over at the open doorway makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You look back over at the man who’s simply standing there casually.

“Yeah?” You say. “Where is she?”

A subtle (or what you thought was subtle) step back toward your door makes the man tilt his head. The gesture is so similar to what you saw earlier that it makes your stomach lurch and your feet cement themselves to the floor.

“Asleep,” he takes a step forward as if he was about to start a normal conversation with you and not hurt you very badly, “like I thought you would be. So, that makes things a bit more complicated.”

“Sorry about that.” You can’t help but snark. This guy really thinks he’s all that? You’re not as tall as him- not as lean, but maybe you’re faster. Maybe you can get to the fire escape before he-

Before you can finish the thought he’s lunging forward and that’s the moment your feet break through the rock weighing you down and promptly sprint in the opposite direction. Both yours and the man’s pounding footsteps on the carpet sound throughout the hall of the complex. You now it’s stupid to hope that someone would open their door and save you from whatever this monster wanted to do to you. No one in here sticks their nose in anyone’s business- not even those who need help.

A hand grabs your hair and yanks your head back, making you shriek and grab at his wrists.

“Let me go you fucking psycho! Someone’s already called the cops and they’ll bust your ass-“

A kick to your bum and you’re collapsing to the floor with an embarrassing yelp. The air is knocked out of you but you don’t have time to get it back before the masked man is on you and painfully digging a knee into your sternum.

“Didn’t think you would run.”

The bastard doesn’t even sound out of breath despite his sudden cardio. He takes your hands that are currently batting at him pathetically and grips them tight with one of his, reaching into his pocket with the other. You recoil in disgust as the tar substance flowing from the eyes of his mask drip onto your face, slipping across your nose and lips. You groan and twist your head in an attempt to wipe it off on your shoulder before your chin is tightly gripped and you’re forced to face him.

“Don’t move,” he tells you as you finally see what’s in his hand. “Nothing is gonna hurt.” He brings the smelly cloth closer to your face and with a sudden surge of adrenaline, you take advantage of the fact that he’s using only one hand to hold your wrists to twist them out of his grip and hit him in the throat. It’s petty and a bit of embarrassing if you stopped to think about it, but it has him sputtering and backing off enough for you to get to your feet and run back to your room.

You breathe heavily as you back away from the door after bolting it shut. Running your hands through your hair, you hurry over to your kitchen to grab the biggest knife you own. Unfortunately it isn’t very big, and you curse yourself for not being too into meats. That’s when you suddenly remember the bag under your bed you keep in case anything like this would have happened.

‘I have a bat in my room I have a bat in my room I have a bat in my-‘

You want to scream and cry as you turn the corner and see him waiting in the hallway for you.

“You fucking stalker, what the hell do you want?!” There are frustrated tears in your eyes and you wipe them away roughly. No way you were about to cry in front of this guy. But you were going to die. You were going to die for no fucking reason. Because a random dude saw you in the store and wants to fulfill his sick fantasies.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” is all he says. The reply makes you scoff.

“Yeah, because I’m going to believe that?! You killed an old woman!” Your heart aches for poor Miss Zhao and her cats. No one else knows they’re there- if you die, who will take care of them?

“I didn’t kill her.” He pulls the cloth out again and you want to just fall to the floor and give up. What were you supposed to do?

“I promise, I didn’t hurt her. I’m not going to hurt you either,” he repeats, taking steps forward. You know you should be terrified- trembling and light on your feet- but you just stand in place as the man reaches you and places a hand on the back of your neck.

“Just need you asleep.” He murmurs, bringing the soaked cloth up to your mouth.

Your eyes look up to meet his- or, whatever’s in place of them. They’re hollow and continuously spilling the strange gloop that stains his jacket. It’s awful, horrible, terrible-

You close your eyes as they grow heavy, feeling his hands tighten against you. Your body sags against his as you get weaker and if he isn’t going to kill you then you can only hope he catches you if you fall.

If death is this cold, part of you wishes you’ll end up in Hell. But then your leg twitches and hits against something solid and you realizes you aren’t dead at all.

You crack your eyes open and it takes a moment for your vision to clear enough for you to see you’re in your bathroom. The smooth ceramic of your bathtub is under you, but you’re more distracted by the dark figure hunched over your body prodding at something on your stomach.

“Still won’t leave me alone?” You grumble. The man’s mask tilts up and your breath catches at the still chilling sight.

“I’m making sure you’ll live. Which you will.”

Finally, your mind clears and you shiver as the cold of the ice bath you’re in sets. “What did you do?” You think you have the right to ask him that, at least. He pulls his hand out of the water and shakes it off.

“I took your right kidney-“

”Jesus.” Your head thunks against the lip of the tub and it swirls with pain for a moment. “The fucks wrong with you?”

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you swat at him. Asshole. “You wouldn’t want me to explain it to you.” He has the balls to say.

“You’re crazy. I needed that thing.” Your speech slurs as you grow more exhausted, slouching further into the tub. At least there’s ice in it. You think you’d rather die than have your dick out in front of this guy.

“No you didn’t,” he says, but you simply wave a hand at him and accept the fact that your life is in his hands for now. As you slip back into unconsciousness you pray that he knows what to do with it.

[fuckingsimpthatswho]

One Piece incorrect Quotes

part 2 because they are funny

Sanji: Wait, hold up, why you draw yourself like that? Usopp: Uh, like what? Sanji: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Usopp: Uh, this is what I look like. Sanji:

Usopp: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Sanji: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Zoro: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Usopp: Okay, arms and hat. draws them Luffy: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Usopp: You can't just take Zoro's hat idea, Luffy! He thought it up all by himself like a good person! Come up with your own thing! Luffy: BUT I WANNA LOOK COOL! Nami: Put Luffy on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Luffy: NO!! Usopp: Tricycle, done. draws it Brook, want anything? Nami, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: A blaster?! No, that's not really our style, Brook. Brook, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: You know what, okay. draws it But it's just for holding, not for shooting.

Brook: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Franky: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Robin: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Zoro: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Nami: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Sanji: Mental stability, my old friend! Brook: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Franky: From now on we will be using code names. Franky: You can address me as Eagle One. Franky: Chopper is “been there done that”. Franky: Robin is “currently doing that”. Franky: Brook is “it happened once in a dream”. Franky: Nami is “if I had to pick a gal”. Franky: And Usopp is.. Franky: Eagle Two Usopp: Oh thank god.

Luffy, watching Zoro and Sanji from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE-

Usopp, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Nami: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Nami: Here you go. Usopp: Nami: Sanji: Why am I here?

Chopper: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Usopp: Usopp: I'm gonna tell them. Nami: Don't you dare.

Nami: We’re going to a candy store?! Usopp: No! It’s nighttime, candy stores are closed. Chopper: We’re gonna ROB a candy store?!?! Usopp, sighing: No-

Chopper: How do I ask someone out? Nami: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Chopper: No! Usopp: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Chopper: Stop! Robin: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Chopper: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

Chopper: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Nami? Nami: Usopp, easily. Usopp, laughing: What the fuck, man. Nami: Well, Sanji would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Sanji, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Chopper: Today at 7 am, Robin poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Nami: I watched Robin brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Usopp: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Franky: Know why I called you in here? Robin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Franky: Stops pouring two glasses of wine. Accidentally?

Sanji: Stops making lunch an stand there confused

Franky: What are you in the mood for? Robin: World domination. Franky: That's a bit ambitious. Robin: You are my world. Franky: Aww… Robin: Franky: Robin: Franky: OH.

[jinxed-lemon]

I’m actually obsessed with the idea that Tails and Eggman have a frenemies-type of relationship.

Tails hacks into his computer almost everyday to steal his weapon designs and threatens to dox Eggman’s house if he tries to retaliate, but he’ll leave some of the lesser ones for him to use bc “then the next battle will be boring”.

Eggman will send his robots to rob the candy stores closest to Tail’s house and steal ONLY the mint flavored candies. That’s it- nothing else. No wreaking havoc, no property damage. And Tails kinda has to sit there and be like “damn am I really gonna beat Eggman up for stealing candy?? It’s pretty tame compared to what he’s done before.” And he decides to just spam package deliveries of Nair bottles to his house for the next month.

There’s a big science convention in Central City and Tails sneaks in by himself bc Sonic wouldn’t approve of his secret evil mechanist side that he hides. Guess who’s there too? Eggman. They see each other and it’s that picture of the two Spider-Men pointing at each other. They’re both too excited to be there so they have a silent camaraderie to not go ape shit in front of everyone and just silently pretend the other isn’t there. Except they keep running into one another and it’s starting to get awkward so they decide “fine I GUESS we can walk around and excitedly talk about our interests together but only this one time and that’s it 🙄”

They have a blast just geeking out cause they both don’t really have anyone else to talk tech with so they have a lot in common. They go around and look at stuff, they buy merch and eat food, they act like the bestest of friends. When they leave Eggman is thinking “ig this kid isn’t so bad after all” and Tails kicks him in the kneecaps before booking it back home.

They’re friends. They’re enemies. They hate each other. They secretly have outings where they discuss the mechanics of robots over coffee while shit talking about how embarrassing Sonic is.

Tails and Eggman are complicated.

[supercap2319]

"Y/N, get in here." Owen said, carrying the two beers into the other room from his two friends. He had been at this shady looking bar looking for answers to who robbed the local drugstore. He ended up at this weed store that got robbed. And Owen just happened to be one of those robbers. After they took him to a diner for pancakes, then to their broken house.

He walked into the room, which wasn't much of a room. "Oh my God, are we about to have sex?"

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

"Well, you invited me into your bedroom, and usually, when guys do that, they wanna bang your brains out." Y/N said.

“This is not my bedroom at all." Owen protests. "This isn't even considered a house by any fucking standards.”

“Is this a gangbang house? Is that why you guys brought me here? For you and your friends to gangbang me? I mean, is it as much fun as in the porn videos?”

"No, relax. This is just a place where we can lay low for a minute. It's nothing permanent, so it's no big deal you know about it. I'm gonna drop you off at the next checkpoint. Sit down. Please. You're making me really nervous." Owen said.

Y/N sat down next to him. "I bet I can guess, like, everything about you.”

Owen raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?"

“I bet you played sports.”

"Every guy played sports. Baseball.” Owen said.

“Football. I hated it. Except for the jockstrap. Those were great on my dick and balls." Y/N smiled. "Why'd you quit?”

"Well, do you have any idea how hard it is to get into the big leagues?"

“I imagine pretty hard.”

“Yeah. I only did it because my dad wanted me to. And, uh, he's dead now, so... Sorry. Uh. I don't know." Owen looks at the beer in his hands.

“College?" Y/N asked, sitting closer until their knees were knocking together.

“I dropped out of community college, and everything kind of went wrong, so…”

“Yeah, I...I can see that.”

“Oh, none taken. So, what about you?" Owen looked at him with his blue eyes. "What's your story?”

“Oh. Uh, nothing. I mean, I'm not out here robbing pharmacies. Bringing guys in for gangbangs.”

“Dispensaries. And what is it with you and gangbangs? Do you have something you want to tell me?”

“Sorta. Do you have a girlfriend? Are you into guys? Do you like candy? What's your favorite kind of candy?” Y/N asked.

“No. Yes. Yes. Twix.” Owen answers.

“Damn. Not only are you hot as fuck, you're a man of good taste.” Y/N smiled.

[juicebox72664]

Incorrect Heartstopper quotes

*The squad is visiting a store late at night to return a DVD for Nick.* Tao: I forget—what happens if we don't return the DVD before midnight? Charlie: Then Nick gets charged extra. It's called a "late fee." Darcy: Or was it a zombie apocalypse? Eh, I don't remember, but we can't afford either.

Isaac, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

*Imogen and Darcy are planning to break in somewhere.* Imogen: We need to distract the guards. Darcy: Right. Imogen: What are we gonna do? Darcy: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Imogen: Darcy: Imogen: Deal.

Isaac: We're going to have to split up, like in Scooby Doo. Isaac, to Darcy and Tao: You guys are Scooby and Shaggy. You can search the bathrooms. Isaac, to Elle: Velma, you get the spooky-looking fridge in the basement. Elle: What? Why am I Velma? And why do I get the... dubious-looking device? Isaac: Because only Velma would say "dubious device." Elle gets the spooky fridge in the basement. Tara: Does that make you Fred? Isaac: Bitch, I'm Daphne.

Tara: If you got arrested, what would be the charges? Nick: Theft. Darcy: Disturbing the peace. Tao: Aggravated assault. Charlie: Arson. Isaac: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Elle in a room with Imogen, Darcy, and Tao: It's calm in here. Elle: It scares me.

Computer: Please enter a password. Nick: *Types in Charlie.* Computer: Your password is too weak. Nick: How fucking DARE YOU-

Tao: Why isn't the statue smirking at me? Elle: It isn't smirking at anyone; they're all just imagining it. Imogen: Three of us saw it, Elle. How do you explain that? Elle: *Points at Charlie* Sleep deprivation. *Points and Imogen* Paranoia. *Points at Darcy* Delusional personality disorder.

Darcy: I bet you're wondering why I gathered you here today. It's because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren't getting along with other people in this room. Nick: Why did you say that so vaguely? Tao and I are literally the only people you called in here.

Darcy: *Sees Nick and Charlie together.* Darcy: They're so cute, I want to put them in a boat. Elle: You mean... you ship them?

Darcy: *Holding a salt packet* It's just a little sodium chloride. Isaac: Actually, Darcy, it's salt. Darcy: That's what I said, sodium chloride. Isaac: Uh, Darcy, that would be salt. Isaac: *Takes salt packet from Darcy.* This is iodized table salt, which, in addition to sodium chloride, contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent oidine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminologies for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall.

Darcy, Tao, and Charlie: *Screaming.* Tara: *Runs into the room.* What's wrong, Charlie?! Darcy: Wait, why are you asking Charlie that when Tao and I are also here? Tara: Because Charlie wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Darcy: Wasn't Icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Tara: ICARUS?

Charlie: Tao, what are you doing? Tao: *Shaking a cat-shaped piggy bank.* I'm just trying to figure out how much change I have inside. Charlie: You could always take it out and count it. Tao: Where's the fun in that?

Nick: We're going to a candy store?! CHarlie: No! It's nighttime; candy stores are closed. Darcy: We're gonna ROB a candy store?!?! Charlie, sighing: No-

Charlie: Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Isaac: Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Imogen: That's deep. Tao: That means ketchup is a smoothie. Darcy: That's deeper. Elle: ...You guys are idiots.

Tori: I love sarcasm. It's like punching people in the face, but with words.

Darcy: So, what? Now I'm just supposed to do anything Elle does? I mean, what if she jumped off a cliff? Tara: If Elle were to jump off a cliff, she would've done her due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Elle jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Darcy: You jump off a cliff! Tara: Gladly, provided Elle did first.

Tao: *FInds a half a watermelon at Whole Foods.* Tao, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

Imogen: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up! Tara: Throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip! Elle: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill! Nick: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out! Charlie: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times! Darcy: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up! Tori: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.

Tao, tearing up the room: Where are they? Tao, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Tao: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I'm going to start killing.

[lady-lostmind]

Why is it called Back to the Future?

Love is: Wanting to know everything about what makes up the person you're in love with, even the difficult stuff.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 714 | CW: reference to past trauma | Rating: T

ao3 link

Eddie leans over the counter at Family Video, ignoring the way Steve glares at him when he takes a bite of a candy bar he absolutely paid for. “What’s your favorite color?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know. Uh– blue, I guess.”

They’ve been at this for almost an hour. The store is dead. It’s the middle of the week and it’s nasty outside. Raining buckets and cold. Eddie’s been hanging around for most of Steve’s shift and they haven’t seen a single customer. 

Eddie hums. “Favorite movie?”

Steve hesitates, a grimace pulling at his face. “It’s uh– complicated.” 

Eddie’s face scrunches in confusion. “What could possibly be complicated about that question?” 

Steve fidgets with the display on the counter. “It’s just for kind of fucked up reasons. That it’s my favorite. Like, I should probably hate it. But it…I don’t know. It reminds me of Robs. Like, the night we became platonic whatever. I just– It should be a bad memory.”

Eddie reaches out and tugs his hand away from where he’s shredding the cardboard on the display. “Back to the Future, then?” 

Steve looks down at their hands and nods. His voice dipping into a whisper. “I watch it sometimes. When I have nightmares about that night. It calms me down.” Steve huffs out a laugh, his thumb rubbing nervously over Eddie’s hand. “Which is ridiculous because that was one of the scariest nights of my life. I really thought I was going to die. I thought Robin was going to die. But then we were sitting in the movie theater, and we were drugged out of our minds and everything was so funny. And then we were sobering up in the bathroom and I thought wow. This girl is so great. I think…maybe this is it. Maybe this is what I’ve been searching for.” His eyes flash up to Eddie’s, and he squeezes his hand. “And obviously I know now that I was way off base. And I’m glad. Because I have you. And–” 

Eddie nods, unbothered that Steve thought of her like that in a moment of life or death, before they became the weirdly co-dependant duo they are today. He knew what he was getting into with those two when he signed up for this.

Steve lets out a breath of relief and keeps going. “I don’t know. In a way, I was right about her. She was exactly what I’d been searching for. She’s my family. I love her. And I just– I’m grateful sometimes. For that night. Because it gave me Robin. Because there’s no way in hell we would be…Steve and Robin if that had never happened. If she hadn’t been pulled into all the crazy shit we’re wrapped up in and–” Steve sighs. “That’s awful. To be glad she went through all that. It’s selfish.” His eyes flick up to Eddie again, laced with guilt. “Same thing with you. I’m so glad I have you but–” 

Eddie shakes his head. “You’re not selfish, sweetheart. You think I’m not glad that I was almost torn apart by demobats on a daily basis because it means I get to have you? You think Robin would take it all back if it meant losing you? Absolutely not.” He squeezes Steve’s hand. “You didn’t do that to us. It happened to you, too. I think it’s amazing you can watch a movie that’s wrapped up in Russian torture and being drugged and still have it reminder you of bonding with Robin.” 

Eddie stares into Steve’s eyes and thinks about how lucky he is. That he somehow ended up here, with the sweetest man on the face of the earth. Can’t believe how fundamentally good Steve is. So far off from who Eddie thought he was before…everything. 

He glances over his shoulder to the door, sees nothing but the rain, no cars in the lot. He cups Steve’s face and rubs his thumb along his cheek. “It’s okay to be glad you have the people in your life, baby. Regardless of the circumstances that brought you together. Okay?” 

Steve nods, leaning into Eddie’s hand a little. “Yeah, okay.”

Eddie lets his hand drop and shoots Steve a soft smile. “Good. Okay, so. Favorite movie, Back to the Future. What about…favorite snack?”

[bettysupremacy]

omg what abt steve getting a crush on this more rebel, punk-like reader? usually sees her with a guitar or smoking out back somewhere, but he’s worried that he’s not “cool enough” to talk to her

maybe she comes in at the family video to rent a horror movie or something and he finally tries to start a conversation

ajdkdk sorry hope this isn’t too specific, have a great day!!!

hi aster!! thank you for the request it’s adorbs

Robin sits under the counter of family video sorting return movies into boxes.

It’s a perfectly tedious task that she doesn’t mind doing. In fact, she usually fights for it, leaving Steve to take her assortments and shelve them. Except today he forfeits his duties, opting to stand and complain. Loudly.

It’s not that Robins over it, but she’s over it.

“You don’t get it, Robs.” Steve eyes the front door morosely. “She’s so cool. She plays guitar.”

Robin laughs loudly, pulling Gremlins out of the kids box and into the horror box. “So do like, a gillion people, Steve.”

“But she’s good at at.”

Robin shrugs. He got her there.

“And she likes that one band.”

She nods. “Thank you for that.”

“You know which one I’m talking about.”

“Because you gave me so much to work with.”

He glares down, but she doesn’t see. “Long hair?”

“Kiss?”

“Long hair, no face paint.” He adds.

“Iron Maiden? Van Halen? Dokken? Metallica?”

“Metallica!” He nudges her with his foot excitedly.

“Well she likes all those bands.” She shrugs, kicking the loaded romance box away.

His head shakes. “Eddie got his grubby little hands on her.”

“Eddie is her brother, and liking the same bands as your sibling is normal.”

“Still.” He sighs.

His inability to talk to you haunts him. A painful reminder that he’s no longer king Steve.

The door chimes.

“Who is it?” Robin asks.

Steve kicks her, she punches him.

You walk in, destination in mind. He watches silently as you move to the horror section, smiling as he sees you mouth your ABC’s to find Friday the 13th.

You look exceptionally pretty today, he thinks. Black band tee, black skirt, black headband, you look like you’ve shopped in Eddie’s closet. Not that he’s complaining.

You hop up to the counter.

“That was quick.” Steve smiles as he scans the bar code with the little red light. He drops it to the counter when it beeps, typing into the new computer Keith ordered a week ago. “Friday the 13th?”

“Uh huh.” You smile. His knees buckle.

“It’s a great movie, you’ll love it.”

“I don’t know,” Your finger traces the wood countertop. “I’m easily spooked.”

He looks away from the computer, waiting for the receipt to print. “You watching it alone?”

“No,” You laugh. “Definitely not.”

“Oh,” He deflates. “With you’re boyfriend?”

Robin pinches his calf, he resists the urge to kick her again.

You laugh a little louder, a little sweeter. Steve finds the contrast of your look and the sound dizzying. “No, Steve, my brother.”

“Right.” His soft laugh is an air of relief. You roll your eyes, smile plastered onto your face you fear permanently.

“Yeah, Ed’s really tears up these horrors.”

“You look like you would too.” He puts the receipt in your bag. Dropping it to the counter with a soft thud.

“What does that mean?” Your head cocks.

“No I just.. you know- like..”

You laugh, and even though it’s at Steve’s expense, he hopes it’ll happen again. “I was kidding, Steve.”

“Oh,” he breathes, smile playing on his lips. He looks down at the counter. “That was mean.”

Your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t look too sorry.” He laughs, a little breathless.

“What can I do to apologize?”

His smile stutters. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

You look around the store and his mind wanders places he feels guilty for. “You wanna come watch it with us?”

You kick the wall softly, nervously. Robin can feel it.

“What?” This isn’t real.

“Yeah, come over tonight. We make popcorn, and he’s buying candy right now.” You search for his eyes now. “Please say yes it’s the least I could do for being so mean.”

“I don’t know.” He hands brace against the wooden counters, a gentle reminder that this is real. Like Robins pinch. “..Eddie would be okay with it?”

“You’re already friends with him, it’ll be perfect.” You grab your bag from the counter, the plastic loud as you wind it around your hand. “And then I’ll have someone to protect me.”

He hears Robin breathe out and dares a look under the counter. She’s grinning like a madman.

You don’t give him room to object, walking to the door and turning around when you hear the chime. “See you tonight. Bye Robin!”

Faint giggles are heard under the counter. Steve feels sick.

And then you walk out. Steve’s heart dragged along behind you.

Robin hops out of the counter. “You got a date, Steve!”

His shoulders droop. “With Eddie.”

“So what?” She claps his back “I doubt he’ll actually be there.”

“Yeah.” He breathes, “It’ll be fine.”

Robin nods once, walking into the back room. “And I’ve finished sorting. Have fun!”

[hutchersonluvr]

never again.

Billy (burn movie) x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

Summary: your boyfriend hasn't been calling or messaging you and you're starting to worry.

A/N: I'm new!! I don't usually write and haven't in yearsss so I hope this is alright!

CW: swearing, MELINDA!!, mention of getting drugged & rape:(

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No calls. No messages. It's been about 4 hours now, and you're starting to worry at this point.

You knew your boyfriend was going to rob a gas station tonight since he was in trouble with some bikers and needed to pay off a debt and the gas station was his easiest target. You insisted that he take you just as a guard, but he refused. He didn't want you to be unsafe, regardless of you wanting to help him. He wouldn't allow it.

So here you are sitting impatiently and worried waiting for him to get in contact with you somehow. You've done nothing but worry the whole night, but you thought he'd call at this point.

"Screw it." you say under your breath as you get up, having enough. You had to go find him.

What if he's in trouble? You thought.

You look out the window. It was mid-December and it was snowing. You make sure to grab a coat, then grab your purse and keys and head out the door. Feeling the wind blow right at your face as you turn around, locking the door behind you.

You carefully step down the stairs, making sure not to slip on the icy ground. You get to your car, unlock it, and get in. You start the car, waiting for it to heat up before leaving.

After a few minutes, you start to back up, heading to the gas station he told you about. Praying to god he's there and okay, but it's not like him to not call or message you since he knows you will start to worry.

You look out the window of your car, the roads were pretty empty but nothing new in this town.

It's usually like this, especially late at night. You finally start to see the lights of the gas station.

You hoped, at least.

And you're right it's the gas station you look around and see his car still parked, so you park your car right next to his and take your keys out of the ignition.

You grab your purse, put your keys in, open your car door, and get out, Taking a pocket knife out of your purse Billy insisted you bring with you anytime you're alone, and you put it in your back pocket and make sure your coat is covering it in your pocket to not be suspicious.

You wrap your purse around your body. Finally walking up to the door of the gas station, snow crunching under each step you make. You try to open the door and are immediately greeted by a woman with short brown hair, unlocking the door.

Why was it locked in the first place? You thought.

"Hello." The woman greets you with a smile, almost unsettling, like it was fake.

"Hi…" you look down at her name tag, "Melinda."

You say with a small smile back.

"How can I help you? We… Are out of coffee if that's what you're looking for." Melinda says.

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wasn't. I was just…wanting to look around, I guess."

Melinda nods and heads over to the cashier, giving you privacy.

She was odd, you won't lie like something was wrong. You look around, not really looking for anything in particular but your boyfriend. You had to at least get something, so you just pick out some random candy and head over to the cashier.

You smile and put the candy on the counter.

"Is that all?" Melinda asks.

"Yes, thank you." You look to the side and see a bathroom

"Actually, I'll go to the bathroom too. I'll be right back, Here's the money for the candy." You say, holding out the money and give it to her, then head to the side of the store before she could respond.

You walk down the hall and open the bathroom door. It was surprisingly clean. You quickly use the bathroom and wash your hands, heading out the door.

You see Melinda outside brushing the ground you're assuming getting the ice off the ground for safety and right as you're about to head back to the front of the store you hear a cry of something or someone…in a storage room at least that's what you think it is.

You walk towards the room slowly. And put your ear to the door seeing if you could hear it again and surely enough you do, but it was more prominent this time, making you slowly open the door.

The lights were off in the room, which was strange. You struggle trying to find the light switch, when you finally do, you're shocked to the core. Your boyfriend is on the floor hunched over, tied to a chair with tape around his arms, mouth, and eyes.

"Billy?" You gasp. Heading over to him and touch him gently and he flinches. Your face saddens.

"Billy, it's okay. It's me." You say gently and take the tape carefully off his eyes and mouth. He squints his eyes with the lights on.

"Baby?" He questions, his vision still blurry.

"It's me. You're alright." You say and caress his cheek softly, and he doesn't flinch this time.

"Y/n, we have to get out of here." He says in a very serious tone.

"Billy, what happened?" You look at him, helping him up in the chair.

"Baby, I will explain. We just need to leave." He tells you.

You nod, get the pocket knife out of your back pocket and start to cut off the tape around his arms. After you're done you help him up, he loses his footing a little from being tied up, but you hold onto him and look at his face closely and your heart breaks, Half of his face is red from being burnt by something, and a gash by his temple with dried blood. You gently touch it and he jumps back slightly

"I'm sorry,” you say, removing your hand.

"It's okay." He says with a small smile.

You look around the room to find something to wipe it and when you turn around, you see a body wrapped in a tarp, and you gasp, putting your hand over your mouth.

Billy notices and grabs your waist and turns you around so you can't see it anymore.

"You weren't supposed to see that." He says.

"Billy… What happened? Seriously." You ask, wanting an explanation for all this.

Billy sighs and nods.

"Ok."

"That woman outside is crazy," He starts.

"Melinda?" you ask.

He nods and continues, "I demanded the money with my gun… but I wasn't gonna hurt anyone. You know this."

You nod, understanding.

He continues, "And so when they gave me some of the money they had in the cashier, She… Melinda. Said she could get the safe open where even more money was, I agreed, and she came back with all the money and asked if she could come with me… Which was the oddest shit ever, like I'm robbing you, and you want to come with me?" He laughs slightly.

You can't help but laugh a little, too.

"And I said no, and she immediately got hurt and wouldn't give me my bag back. I had to fight for it. I didn't mean to hurt her, she just pissed me off. And as I was about to leave the store, this one…"

He points at the dead body in the bag.

"Really pissed me off, tempting me, so I did lose my temper a little…”

And you raise your brow at him.

"Okay. Maybe more than a little… But anyway, I brought her in here to teach her how to respectfully talk to people. And Melinda came in here and threw hot coffee all over my face and made me… Shoot her, I didn't mean to shoot her, okay?”

You nod, believing him he may have some problems, but he'd never shoot anyone.

"Then hit me in the head with something... I couldn't see it. And I woke up tied to that chair… with Melinda cleaning up the blood from the body and already wrapped her up. After she got me up, I asked her for some Advil since this shit hurts."

He points to his face.

"And she came back with Advil but something else too, and I didn't realize until my body started to feel weird. She… Uh- she drugged me and tried to rape me…" He says, looking down now.

"What?!" You said louder than you expected and immediately covered your mouth.

"But I was able to kick her off and stand, and I ran at her, but then I hit my head, I think, on the lockers over there, and got knocked out." He says.

"I'm going to kill her." You say with anger.

"Baby, I'm okay now… you're here. It's okay, let's just get out of here." He begs.

"We- I… can't just let her get away with this!" You yell quietly, not directly at him of course but just in general from anger, how dare someone do this and think they can get away with it?

"Ok. Ok. What do you wanna do?" He asks.

You think for a minute.

And you come up with the craziest idea, even you’re shocked, but you’re angry as hell.

“We could burn down the place.” You say so seriously.

He laughs a bit, “Really?”

You look up at him, “What? Billy, there’s evidence that you were here everywhere. The gun has your fingerprints,”

He nods, understanding your point.

“Where is your gun anyway?” You ask.

“Shit. Melinda must’ve got it. Damn it.” He says in a panic

“It’s okay.” You reassure him.

You look around, eyes landing on the electric box, turning around to Billy.

“This gas stations, security lock the front door if we turn off the electricity, Right?” You ask.

“Yeah, I think so.“ Billy says.

“Okay then, this is the first part of our plan.” You say, pulling down the lever and turning off the electricity and everything goes dark, Billy immediately grabs your waist so he knows you're by him.

“Let’s go.” He says, holding your hand and head out of the storage room as quietly as possible.

You both tip-toe to the front of the store and hear rustling around the store, you see short brown hair and immediately stop. Anger overtaking you.

“Melinda! Get up!” You yell.

She gets up slowly and hides behind a rack of junk food, scared to death.

You walk towards her and are right in front of her now with Billy beside you.

“You bitch!” You slap her.

She immediately hits the ground like you killed her or something, oh just you wait... you thought.

“Did you really think you were just gonna get away with this?” You yell at her.

“Please! I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” She pleads.

“Oh really? Then why did you do it?” You ask angrily.

“I swear, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend!” She says.

You were about to talk, but Billy cuts in, “Yeah, you did! I told you when your crazy ass, asked to leave with me!”

“Please! Don’t hurt me!” She begs.

You almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

Then a guy comes up to the front door and starts yelling for Melinda, she immediately gets up, running to the front trying to get his help.

Billy grabs your hand, pulls you to the back again, and heads out through a side door to the outside. Once you’re outside you try to catch your breath from yelling at Melinda, Honestly, the cold weather felt good from the heat you felt since you locked eyes with her now.

“We’re not leaving yet, I just have a new plan too.” Billy tells you.

You nod in response.

“First, let’s cover up this door.” He says.

You both move the dumpster in front of it and some other stuff you could get, making sure Melinda would be stuck at least for a while in the store.

Then, You both run to his car, get in, and turn on the car. Driving out of the parking lot and go to the other side where you drive into the gas station.

“Baby, you might want to look away and put your seatbelt on…” He tells you.

You look at him worried but do as he says. Locking your seatbelt in and close your eyes.

He starts to drive again and this time you feel the force of the car going fast, and you hold onto your seat with your eyes still closed.

You jolt forward when he runs right into the store, shattering the front door’s windows. He backs up a little again.

“You okay?” He asks with worry in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?” You ask.

He nods.

You both head back into the store, glass crunching under your feet, and Melinda is nowhere to be found. You look around, the smell of gasoline is very strong, and realize it’s all over everything.

You look at Billy. He gives you back the same look.

Did she have the same plan as us? You thought.

“Melinda!” Billy yells this time.

No answer.

“Melinda!” He yells again.

She bolts up, a scared expression on her face.

“The money’s right there on the counter, please, just take it and leave.” She pleads.

You both slowly head to the counter. And she speaks up again.

“I’m sorry. I really am, I didn’t mean for all this to happen.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you bit that back. Billy reaches for the bag and checks the money, then realizes something. He looks back at her.

“You were gonna take the fucking money and run, weren’t you?”

She doesn’t even hesitate to say yes.

“Yes, I just thought you were dead, but it’s all there, I promise.”

He sees his gun and grabs it, shaking the gasoline off.

“Oh, and your gun, don’t forget that.” She says.

He laughs slightly at her idiotic comments.

“Look, the police are gonna be here any minute.”

His smile drops, and you immediately look at each other.

“What?” You say.

“You, you called the police?” He asks.

“Yes, but you can still leave, you have time.” She says.

“You can just leave...” Her voice breaking more and more as she speaks.

“This didn’t have to be complicated, Melinda.” Billy says.

“I know... But-“ she starts...

“No buts! You knew what you were doing!” You yell at her.

She starts crying more. Pathetic you think.

“What, what are you gonna tell the cops when they get here?” He asks.

“Are you gonna tell them about me?”

“Are you gonna tell them about you?” He says in a more mean tone.

And as he was saying all this, Melinda being distracted, you slowly backed up and looked for the lighters. Getting an idea.

“I’ll tell the truth.” She cries.

You finally found a lighter.

“All of it.” She continues.

“The truth. Hm, no.” Billy says.

You get by Billy again.

“That’s not gonna be enough. Not after what you did.” He continues and raises his gun.

And Melinda ducks behind a rack, but you stop him before he pulls the trigger.

“Stop! The gasoline!” You yell, throwing the gun out of his hand.

“Let’s go!” You pull him out of the store.

“What about Melinda?” He questions.

You pull the lighter out, flick the lighter on and throw it into the gas station and run backwards, seeing the flames immediately light up. You hear Melinda start screaming. And you almost feel sorry again. But She deserved this.

You both walk a few feet from the gas station.

“Now, when did you get that lighter?” He asks, clearly impressed.

“When you guys were talking.” You say.

“I’m impressed.” He grins.

“Thank you.” You smile and turn towards him, and he puts his hands around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Promise me, if you ever go do something crazy like this again… You’ll bring me.” You say, cradling his face.

He hesitates for a moment but nods.

“Okay.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the first few hours.. then that wouldn’t have happened to you...” you say, your face dropping.

“Hey, that’s not your fault.” He says, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes again.

“I know, but I wanted to be here with you.” You say.

“Hopefully I’ll never have to do this again, but if I do, I promise I’ll take you.” He says and gives you a sweet kiss, which you gladly accept.

“Now let’s go deliver this money.” He says grabbing your hand and get to your car which was parked right by his.

Never again, are you letting your boyfriend go to these crazy places alone like this again, even if he refused for you to go. Never again.

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A/N: AHHH!!!! I hope this is alright. I'm not a writer by any means, but this idea has been on my mind since I finished watching Burn. We deserved this ending with Melinda dying!!! So, I hope you guys like this. PLEASEEE tell me what you think!!! <3

[tokuvivor]

For this past Saturday’s final Halloween Movie Night of the month (this one focusing on the holiday itself, as well as Day of the Dead), once again, you’ll be getting highlights from both me and @violetganache42! So, here you have ‘em:

"Trick or Treat":

The triplets in their iconic Halloween costumes!

The rip having so much fucking camera movement and low volume

The Trick or Treat song!

@puffyducks: "she hurt his fragile masculinity"

The triplets watching Witch Hazel mess with Donald like: "Oh, boy! Violence!"

This fucking panel lmao

"The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!" (Rewatch):

"Have you ever been to Bahia?"

Panchito and José appearance!

Saludos Amigos easter egg!

The whole scene about Donald accidentally dropping Dewey's egg 😂

Scrooge still being a hater lol

Huey: "Uncle Donald, you're very successful. You raised three boys and are rich in love. Isn't that the true measure of success?"

Scrooge and Donald: "No!"

Violet: "How is that not successful?!"

Violet sharing GIFs of various moments from the episode like last time:

Autism diet (Donald's just like us FR!) (i.e. macaroni and cheese)

@alex31624: "Webby has fallen"

Violet: "in Lego City"

Puffy and Violet making FNAF jokes, from the Bite of '87 to Bonnie on the burro tour sign

Dewey's words of wisdom (screenshot from when we first watched this episode together last November):

Puffy wanting to throw Dewey and Louie into the sun a la Storkules

Violet upon seeing Scrooge's reaction to Donald taking his wallet:

@fantasticenthusiasttale: “Webby please we literally know only 3 phrases of english stop asking”

Alex: “is amazing that a brasilian plant knows english at all”

@writebackatya: “I just realized that both episodes have a moment where Donald is being wrestled by someone and he starts tapping out”

Huey and Webby not sucking in this episode

Alex: “who hires a mariachi for a kids party”

Puffy: “they took the gay </3”

Briefly discussing Webby’s party in The Last Adventure!

The Trickening! (Rewatch)

Huey as Gizmoduck!

Louie sucking in both episodes we watched

Duck Twins!

Why do people hate this episode?

“WE’RE GONNA ROB A CANDY STORE?!”

Puffy: “not poor bluebert 😭”

“why didn't they send Webby first she's the one that can fight lmfao”

“what the hell is dewey gonna do if he finds a monster”

Poltergeist reference

“Donald, you’re the victim.”

Launchpad’s ridiculous Halloween backstory

Uno reference

The kid that looked like Timmy Jenkins😠

Donald, Della, and Launchpad being an amazing dynamic

Launchpad and Scrooge’s fight!

Chris P. Bacon being one of the names on the headstones

Dreamy: “‘Last halloween’ meanwhile scrooge is out there 150 y/o still doing it”

Creepy twins!

The Shining references

Launchpad reading the candy wrapper

Beakley as Darkwing!

“I love Hallowoon!”

The poll at the end for whose costume was the best

Puffy: “no it's foreshadowing that huey is gonna DIE”

¡Felíz Cumpleaños!

Panchito and José are back!

The evil piñatas

Puffy bringing up The Book of Life

Will: “I’ve only played the game and had the cereal”

Fin

The charm of Paul Rudish shorts that take place in other cultures

Puffy: “me at 4 years old watching José rattle off Portuguese in The Three Caballeros (I have no idea what he's saying but I am enthralled)”

Will: “damn you looked just like JFK when you were a kid”

Coco

Why do people make Dos jokes about Uno? (It’s Italian (Due), not Spanish)

The opening narration being visualized through papel picado

Puffy:

Ernesto de la Cruz

Puffy: “1942 HE DIED 2 YEARS BEFORE THE CABALLEROS NOOOO”

The mariachi player that Miguel is shining the shoes of being supportive of his dream

@teleportzz: “never name a street”

“Papá is home?”

Dante being the best boy throughout the movie

Miguel’s de la Cruz shrine

Puffy: “my room looks like this but with donald duck plushes”

Miguel getting grossed out by the romantic scenes

Mech: “aromantic moment”

Abuelita smashing Miguel’s guitar‼️

Don’t mess with the dead!

Will: “Cut him some slack he’s just a little kid”

“Thinking by the heart not the brain”

Puffy: “No he should be responsible for all of his actions ever we've established this for fictional characters”

“especially traumatized little boys”

“Your photo’s on your dentist’s ofrenda.”

The guy in question:

The long line for customs

Héctor as Frida Kahlo

Mamá Imelda! (And her frustrations with the computer)

Alex: “the dead use windows”

Dreamy: “Then he finds out he cant have a blessing because hes adopted”

Puffy: “found family is still family”

Pepita!

@spamtoon: “cog this movie's environments are so beautiful” (very, very true)

Dreamy: “Hot take: Ernesto de la cruz is Mariah Carey for dia de los muertos”

The mango scene

Chorizo bullying

Chicharrón’s final death (very sad, but also, this exchange):

Héctor: “And her…knuckles, they drag on the floor.”

Chicharrón: “Those aren’t the words.”

Héctor: “There are children present.”

Miguel and Héctor shouting like Panchito

UN POCO LOCO!

Mamá Imelda singing for the first time in the movie

Puffy: “gonna be awkward when he dies and then he's stuck with all his family forever”

Puffy getting Latinified

Miguel’s dog🤝de la Cruz’s horse

Dante

Miguel and de la Cruz meet

Puffy: “YAYYYY movie over!!”

Dreamy: “Frida kahlo number 2 is his drag name”

Héctor revealing de la Cruz’s true nature (plus the fact that he killed Héctor and put it in a movie, like wtf)

Puffy: “he just has like. a big scary pit outside his mansion”

Spam: “like all billionaires cmon mark installed his last week. real big vanity point (joke)”

The origins of Remember Me

Puffy: “I like the convenience of the whole plot twist working because nobody ever bothered to say each other's names”

Dante the spirit guide!

Sneaking into the Sunrise Spectacular (shades of A Goofy Movie, anyone?)

Me: “If I had a nickel for every time I 2 I was mentioned in the server this week…” (the first time being me showing the recent Dancing with the Stars team dance to the song)

“I don’t know, I’m still mad at you!”

Mamá Imelda singing reprise!

Me: “I’ve never seen this episode of DWTS”

Puffy: “imagine seeing this shit live”

Alex: “you mean dead”

The crowd booing de la Cruz (Puffy: “WHO HAD THE TOMATO 😭”)

de la Cruz getting crushed by the bell again

Puffy: “well now he's gonna be on true crime podcasts so”

Me pointing out that Miguel left his sweatshirt behind

The scene where Mamá Coco remembers Héctor when Miguel sings Remember Me to her (and everyone loses their shit, despite saying they’re not (cont’d.))

One year later…Mamá Coco has died in the interim

Alex: “well, she was old as hell”

Miguel bringing it home with Proud Corazón

Dante and Pepita being friends in the human realm

Watching through the credits because yes

Me: “Hermosa. Una película muy hermosa”

Dreamy: “Another one for the latin-america Alex WOOHOOOOOO”

Me: “Hey, you gotta use 4 semesters’ worth of Spanish some time”

But yes, it was a fantastic movie.

[polyhatzdaily]

Day 3 : Surprise

Roy laid his head on the cold countertop of the candy store. Working there was a nightmare, but it was the one job looking to hire. He closed his eyes, just resting while he had the time, but he felt his face scrunch up as he heard the bell on the door chime. Roy groaned internally, he didn't even bother looking at who it was, he was just too tired.

Roy : "Welcome to CandyClub, pick what you'd like, I'll ring you up once you've chosen your pick..." There's no reply, just footsteps, whoever it was didn't even look for any candy, the two just walked right up to Roy instead. That's when he heard a familiar voice. Ross : "Hey babe, how's today been." Ross then planted a kiss on top of Roy's head. Roy : "H-hey what the fuck?! How- why? You should be at work..." Robert : "I didn't have anything left to do today, I was just hanging around the office, Ross called and said to meet him here." Ross : "The day got slow, not many people came in for tats today, we're not understaffed by any means, so I got a co-worker to cover the rest of my shift." Roy : "So you did that just to come see me? That seems like a lot of effort just to go to a candy shop to see your boyfriend." Robert : "I mean I guess you could say that it was a lot of effort, but it was worth it. Right Ross?" Ross : "Right on, it's way more than 'worth it' to see one of my favorite people in the world. Me and Rob love you so much, we just wanted to see you." Robert : "Oooh! Roy, do ya think we can hang out here for a while?" Roy : "I don't see why not! If you want to, you can grab some candy and I'll pay for it, my treat!" Ross : "We can pay for our own candy too, but if you insist on treating us, I don't have any issues. I'm probably not going to grab too much, I can't handle too many sweets, I'm not a kid anymore ha-ha." Robert : "Yeah Ross is right, I'll probably drive back home and give what I don't eat to my younger sister, I remember getting her candy when we went trick-or-treating as the gang, good times." Ross : "Well, when you look at it like that you could say those were good times, I still have nightmares about that... thing- with the eyes though... it wasn't all rainbows and stealing from kids..." Ross gives Roy the side eye. Roy : "Hey! I was a kid, give me a fuckin' break man... I still can't believe the damned thing was real, the whole experience was surreal... What was up with those kids?" Ross : "I heard the skeleton kid's dad left him as a kid and joined the cult... That pumpkin headed one has a 20-foot vert too. Neither of them was really 'normal' to say the least." Robert : "Hey, we lived through it to say the least, we're alive, and the Hatzgang will live on forever ha-ha!" Roy : "Stoppp- calling it the Hatzgang is so embarrassing- We were literally 14 when we called it that." Ross : "Well, we'll have to live with that name forever now Roy, it's our legacy here." Robert : "Well maybe having a legacy of being a 'gang' isn't the greatest thing but hey, I guess that's that huh..." Roy : "Fuck you two- go buy your candy and I'll ring you up, stop reminiscing!" Ross : "Fine, fine... If we can cuddle without you getting all grouchy tonight." Robert : "Yeah that'd be nice, just be all snuggly and sappy with us for once!" Roy : "OKAY FINE! HURRY UP AND BUY THE DAMN CANDY!" Roy laid his head back down on the counter, hiding his bright red face. He got flustered too easily with these two.

[miqotepotatoe]

I've fallen into the FFXIII hole. You know what that means? Incorrect Quotes!

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Sazh: Wow, a surprisingly peaceful domestic moment. When will it be ruined?

Vanille & Hope, being chased by a Behemoth: SAZH!!!

Sazh: There it is...

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Lightning: I never understood why people cared so much about their dumb kids, until a got a dumb kid myself. I've only had Hope for a day and a half, and if anything happened to him, I will kill everyone on Cocoon and then myself.

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Lightning: We need water

Snow: Humans can go days without water, so relax

Lightning: That is 100% not true!

Snow: Oh yeah? How long then?

Lightning: Wh- I don't know! D- uh 19 hours?

Snow: 19!? I've slept 19 hours without water, you idiot

Lightning: WHO SLEEPS THAT LONG?!

Snow: I HAD A BAD DAY!

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Lightning: What did you get Snow for his birthday?

Sazh: I got him a kitten

Lightning: Really? Me too

Vanille: I also got him a cat

Hope: Looks like we had the same idea

Lightning: Fang... Please tell me you didn't get Snow a cat as well

Fang: I got him...a kitten

Snow, surrounded by cats: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!

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Hope: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff

Snow: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!!!

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Vanille: ~clearly upset~

Fang: Vanille, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual county

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Fang, rubbing her temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette

Vanille: But Fang, we don't smoke

Fang: Cut the crap, Vanille. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke

Fang: ~points at Lightning~ One! ~points at Hope~ Two! ~points at Sazh~ Three! ~points at Vanille~ Four! ~points at Snow~ Five!

Fang: Now, I'm going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Lightning: ~puts a cigarrette in Fang's hand~

Fang: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: ~all simultaneously pull out lighters~

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Snow: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking

Sazh, patting him on the back: Well, don't think too hard. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself

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Hope: I want to grow up and be like Lightning

Sazh: That is called Acquiring Depression

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Vanille: We're going to a candy store?

Hope: No! It's nightime, candy stores are closed

Snow: We're going to ROB a candy store?!?!

Hope, sighing: No-

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Snow: Valentines Day? I'm ready ~sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on himself~

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Hope: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Vanille: Not if they consent to it

Lightning: Depends on who you're stabbing

Snow: YES??!!?

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Lightning: I'm having salad for dinner

Serah:

Lightning: Well, fruit salad

Lightning: Actually, it's mostly grapes

Serah:

Lightning: Okay, it's all grapes

Lightning: Fermented grapes

Serah:

Lightning:

Serah:

Lightning: It's wine

Lightning: I'm having wine for dinner

[bisheepart]

More Incorrect Quotes

Send help

Gregory: Vanessa got me a coat, but it's an extra large.

Cassie: Ah.

Gregory: So the sleeves go down to my knees.

Ellis: I forgot short people existed for a moment and had to think why that was bad.

Tony: *snorts*

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Cassie: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Elizabeth: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Cassidy: I dropped the hair dryer on my leg once.

Gregory: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Tony: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Evan: ... I have emotional scars...

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*The 'Not So Alone' Gang hanging out at the Afton House, and in the living room*

Michael, walks in and sees the boys with makeup on:... The fuck are you all doing?

Evan: Lizzie and Cassie wanted to do makeup practice... And Cassidy just likes to cause problems.

Michael: Well, you all look hilariously ridiculous! Oh man, can't wait to tell every-

Gregory: HEY CASSIE, LIZZIE! MICHAEL WANTS TO JOIN IN TOO!

Elizabeth: *gasps* Mikey! Come here I got so many good ideas for you!

Michael: No, no no no! *goes to run off* Stay away from me!

Cassidy: GET HIM!

*the girls chasing after Michael while he yells at them to leave him alone*

Tony: CAN'T MAKE FUN OF US IF YOU'RE ONE OF US!

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Gregory; hey, Freddy Fazbear's, if your pizza is $5.99 and I order two of them, where the fuck do you get $36 from?!

Cassie: *wheezes*

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Evan: I don't get how you do it.

Cassidy: Do what?

Evan: Make everything sound like a threat. That man looked like he was about to piss himself, and all you did was ask him to step aside so that we could get past. Even when I actively try to sound threatening, no one takes me seriously.

Cassidy: That's because you look and sound like the personification of a warm hug.

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Ellis: Who the fuck added me to the fucking group chat?

Charlie: >:O Language!

Tony: Yeah watch your fucking language.

Elizabeth: OKAY WHO TAUGHT TONY THE FUCK WORD?!

Cassidy: 'the fuck word'

Evan: Are you guys stupid? You say the f word all the time.

Gregory: Oh my God, he censored it.

Elizabeth: Say fuck, Evan!

Cassidy: Do it, Evan. Say Fuck

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Evan: You guys really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Tony: Several traffic violations.

Cassidy: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Ellis: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Gregory: Also, that’s not our car.

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Elizabeth: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Charlie: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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Elizabeth: We're going to a candy store?!

Evan: What, no! It's night time, candy stores are closed.

Gregory: We're gonna rob a candy store?!

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LANEKASA HC’S SPECIAL - HC 9 + 10

headcanon 1 ~ How They Fell in Love

headcanon 2 ~ CONFESSION 

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On how they fell it love, it was most definitely difficult from both parties.

On Lane’s side, it was oddly a “love at first sight” situation, dispute him being absolutely drenched in blood, they couldn’t help but stare in awe seeing him for the first time.

Lane always tries to impress him when they get the chance, but the poor baby gets scared.  Literally asks their friend Phoinix on how to get his attention, without being creepy…

However it lead Lane into… different plans…

“Okay Lane, if you want Tsu to like you, you gotta be noticeable to him, you gotta show your true colours without making it too flashy..!” “Uh okay..!” *one hour later* “so I started a cult!” “WHAT-“

Not joking, Lane at some point had a cult to impress Tsukasa!

Did it work? Not necessarily…

“Woah Lane! You got so many friends!! I never expect that coming from you!!” “Uh… Th-Thanks?” 

In the inside, Lane would be internally suffering…

Speaking of Tsukasa, how he fell in love with Lane was a bit of a slow burn.  He found the more he interacted with them, the more he felt fuzzy inside.

The thing is… he’s oblivious to what is romantic feelings and what is platonic, causing him to be confused with his own feelings…

“Sakura what does it mean when someone makes you feel squishy in the inside” “…what?”

Broskey is literally on a journey to figure out what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but then he asked Natsuhiko…

“What does it mean when someone makes you feel fuzzy..?” “Oh I definitely know what you got, you got a case of the L word…” “…Loathing?” “No no, here’s some hints; it has four letters, starts with L, ends with E…” “…Lice??”

Natsuhiko explains to him what being in love is like, but then he gets off guard and talks about Sakura, and relating it to that.  That didn’t really mattered anyways because Tsukasa zoned out the entire way through…

What’s weirder is that they are both unaware of each other’s feelings, which would be expected… except they both seem to unknowingly hint that they love each other a BUNCH…

How are they unaware… we will never know…

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Now it’s the time that most LaneKasa fans that have been waiting HOURS to have happen… the confession!! And boy what a confession it was!

This all starts with Lane preparing a hangout between the two of them, maybe playing some games, or do silly crimes, and most importantly, Lane confesses their feelings to Tsukasa..!

Although, as it can seem like a simple task for some, it wasn’t for Lane.  They feared they could forget to confess, or even worse, deal with rejection.

Dispute Lane’s fears, the show must go on.  Tsukasa met them for their hangout.

Lane tries their best to act normal, but they couldn’t help but internally struggle, blushing and fidgeting with their fingers.  Butterflies filled their stomach as they listen to their crush.

“Lane are you okay?? You look like a tomato!!” “U-uh yeah I’m fine!” “…I’m hungry for tomato’s now!!”

The two did many things on their little hang out, they robbed a few candy stores, and did many other activities.  They then find themselves on top of a building.

Lane blushes, fidgeting with their fingers, “T-Tsukasa… there has been something I have been meaning to tell you for a long time…”

Tsukasa, with a mouthful of candy then tries to speak with his mouth full, “what is it?”

“U-uh… s-so have you s-seen um… in like movies, where… two people have some sort of connection with each other?” “Like loathing?” “N-no… l-like… uh… l-l-like… like love… true love!” “…you mean like in por-“ “N-NO…!”

Lane then continued to shakily explain their feelings, “so like… w-when t-two people are sometimes close for a certain amount of time… th-they get… f-feelings…” “what kind of feelings?” “L-like… sometimes they feel butterflies… sometimes they feel fuzzy… even comforted..! A-anyways… I-I just want to say that… I-I have those feelings for you… I-I like you Tsukasa!!… like… like-like you…”

Tsukasa paused for a moment, “Oh! So that’s what Natsuhiko meant by the L word!!!” “…wha-“ “in that case, I guess that means I like-like you too!!” He grinned.  

Lane’s face went beat red at his words, practically almost melting, “soooo, what does this mean???” “U-uh… I-I guess w-we’re dating..!” Lane blushes scratching the back of their head.

“SO WERE BOYFRIEND AND… uh…” “partner, Tsu,” “oh yeah, that!! Anyways are we???” “I-I guess so..!” “Yay!!” Tsukasa squeezed them into an almost bone-crushing hug, floating in the air.

“Wait!! Does that mean we can smooch?!” He beamed, “I-if you want to..!” Lane shyly spoke.  With that, Tsukasa immediately smashed his lips against theirs.  Lane blush red, but kissed back, as they enjoyed the rest of their day.

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BONUS: “hm… so you two are dating?” Sakura slightly amused takes a sip from her tea, as Tsukasa excitedly nods “Mhm! Mhm!” “To be honest, I can’t really imagine the runt having a partner, or anyone in that matter-“ “and we also blew up buildings!!” “YOU WHAT!” “Y-yeah… and we k-kissed” Lane blushes hiding behind Tsukasa.

End of headcanon

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A/N ~ AAAAAH SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG!!! High school has REALLY been distracting me, and I’ve been all over the place and jshsgsgsg, anyways, I decided to come back by making this cute hc special!! I really hoped you like it as much as I did ^^

also PHOINIX IS NOT MY OC SHE BELONGS TO @m0ssy-mushr00m

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED BUT NOT FORCED