#my reflexive action when I watch horror movies is to laugh

[miguelhugger2099]

Just a silly little request👉👈

Do u think fem!reader likes to wear crop top with no bra and Miguel's boxer. You two are just flirting and teasing each other until Miguel decided to toss the remote to reader for movie night and reflex, she tries to catch it reveal her tits and Miguel just "😳... Nice catch..." And smut if u want. Having his hands speezing them I'm going insane 😭😭

Just One Touch

a/n: this ask has been in my inbox for so long and ur not gonna believe what got me out of my month long stump to write this. everyone thank sir-mix-a-lot's song "ride" it possessed me and gave me energy. excuse the crappy writing, i'm still lowk having writers block so it's not my greatest work. please enjoy and as alwayssss i can rewrite this if you'd like <3 Art: mar_mar0u on instagram ! Unedited btw, plz dont crucify me ill die :(

It wasn’t unusual for you and Miguel to wind down after the sun had set. Movie night was a must, whether it was cheesy romcoms for you to sob to, horror movies for Miguel to be annoyed at, or even action movies to make fun of–as long as it was together. Still, Miguel teased you by holding the remote up above his head and out of your reach. He grins with one hand on his hip and watches you reach up with no progress in sight. “Give it!” You laugh, trying to keep your anger believable. “No, first you take my clothes and I know you’re gonna pick one of those creepy knock off animated movies.” He chuckles and he walks off. Due to the size difference, every step of his was three of yours–practically chasing after him. “Put respect on Over the Hedge’s name! It’s not even a knock off!” Miguel plops on the couch on one side with a huff of laughter. “Fine, fine. Here–take it!” He throws the remote above your head and you pause and stumble back.

You reach high up to grab the remote. “You asshole!” You laugh. The remote hits your fingertips and bounces a bit farther back. Your crop top rides and flows up as you lean back onto one foot to finally grasp the device in your hand.

Miguel could feel everything happen in slow motion. The small glimpse of your underboob before your nipples finally come into view. The grin on Miguel’s face slowly drops and he could feel drool slipping from his lips. He watched your boobs bounce, the roundness of your flesh and perky buds making his cheeks go red. He can’t help the disappointment in his face when your arms fall back down, shirt hiding the glorious view of your tits.

“Caught it!” You smirk at him triumphantly. His eyes continue to glance at your tits.  “Yeah, uh…” He gulps. “Nice catch.” He adjusts his shorts, hoping his growing bulge wasn’t too apparent.

You don’t notice, too engrossed in your victory and making Miguel speechless. So, you crawl in his lap, Miguel’s hands suspended in mid-air as you nestle yourself in his arms. You feel his muscles surround you like a warm comfortable blanket, leaning your back on his firm chest while you click the buttons to turn on the TV.

“So what are we picking this time?” You ask, flipping through random trailers to find what you’re looking for.

“Huh? Oh, uh, anything’s fine.” Miguel shrugs half-heartedly. He’s too focused looking down at your crop top. Slowly and gingerly, his fingers caress your stomach–light and feathery as if trying to be discreet.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Don’t complain if you don’t like it.” You laugh softly, clicking on a random movie that looked good enough.

“Mhm.” Miguel mumbles, not even hiding his disinterest in a damn movie right now. While your eyes are on the opening scene on the TV, Miguel’s eyebrows scrunch together, his lips into a tight line as he resists his urges.

He can’t help it though. He gets handsy, Miguel carefully caressing your stomach. You barely notice it since the two of you always get snuggled up like this.

You only notice when he hikes higher up, his hips shifting slightly while his fingers run up and down the valley of your tits. You smack his arm around your waist with the remote.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to sound annoyed but the smile seeps through your tone.

“Nuthin’” He murmurs. Miguel then feels the curve of your breast, his fingers itching for a squeeze.

“We’re supposed to be bonding.” You move to turn your head up at him. You try to meet his eyes but he stays glued downwards to your chest.

“We are.” Miguel insists, his lips slightly parted. His thumb swipes across your nipple and you gasp, feeling your cheeks burn. He can feel the nub perk up and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, biting his bottom lip to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Miguel takes his chances, bending down to kiss along your neck, tugging you closer to him and making you melt. His body moves against yours and your eyes flutter shut. His mouth gently sucks and licks your skin and you shiver. Miguel grabs your left tit, the plump flesh squeezed in his palm. His fingers flick your nipple, circling around before gently twisting it.

You back arches and you moan. “Ah–fuck, Miguel!” You hissed, a burning heat crawling up your neck. Your hand lifts up to curl in his hair while he attacks your neck, his other hand running down to his boxers you were wearing. He slips his fingers in the front hole of the boxers, using his index and middle fingers to spread your folds apart. You feel him nip your neck with a smile as he smears your slick around your clit.

He then uses both of his hands to lift your shirt up and over your head. Your breasts are now out in the open, the cool air hitting your chest and making your nipples hard. You barely get a word out, Miguel already cupping your boobs and squeezes them. Your hips buck back to grind on his crotch, eyes closing as he plays with you. Miguel used his fingers to tease your nipples simultaneously, flicking and tweaking them. He lifts them up and watches them fall down before squeezing them again. Your pussy is soaking through his boxers, aching for more stimulation that’s making you feel empty.

His eyes are dark watching his own hands play with your chest, the memory of the bounce of your tits as you caught the remote high in the air. He wanted to see that again.

Miguel could feel his cock swell and twitch along with each bounce of your breasts. You have your body arching, hands behind you and holding onto his thighs. He plays with your tits switching with his hands or his mouth–but if you asked him, he preferred sucking on them. So that’s where he was now, lips attached to your right nipple and his right hand playing with your left. You slammed down on his cock, whining since you barely felt him thrust up. But in all honesty, Miguel could do this forever with your tits in his mouth and his cock buried in your cunt. While his tongue sucked and lipped your nipple, he knew if he didn’t focus, he’d cum instantly. He looks up at you after playfully biting down on your nub, your squeaks making his dick twitch against your walls. You look down with glossy eyes, hips stuttering and pussy throbbing when you see him smirk up at you with your boob in his mouth. One of his hands that was on your waist comes up to your back to keep your body arched. Miguel scrunches his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed while he sucks on your nipple, his hips jerking and balls slapping against your ass. You wail with each thrust, falling forward and holding onto the backrest making your boobs squish in his face. Miguel groans as he lets you fall on top of him, hands falling down to your ass as you grind on him. His cock slips in and out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch. It makes you bite your lip with a loud whimper, the action making your man under you tug on your nipple with his teeth. He’s obsessed with you, Miguel pulling away just enough to make your tits swing in his face. He glances up at your pleasure filled face, sweat glistening down your face and body while you panted and whined. He’s entranced, eyes falling down to follow the way your boobs bounce as he fucks up into you. Miguel trusts you to keep fucking yourself on his while his hands leave your ass to come up and cup and squeeze both your breasts. He kneads them and watches your mouth drop open to moan. Your head hangs and your foreheads almost touch. Miguel doesn’t need to tell you a damn thing, his lips parted while he looks at yours. You lean down to kiss him, Miguel immediately slipping his tongue past your defenses with a low groan. He continues groping you, his hips smacking up with your thrusting and he can feel himself about to cum. He can tell you’re about to too by the way your pussy spasms wildly, sucking him in deeper and soaking him in your slick.

So he hammers into you, grunting as he puts all his strength in making you cream. Your eyes roll back, mouth separating from his to dig your nails into his shoulders and roll your hips. You can barely get a word out, garbled moans of his name escaping you while your body twitches, ecstasy flowing through from top to bottom. Miguel watches your chest heave as you catch your breath, your juices dripping out of your a making a sticky mess in his lap. You’re dizzy and weak, body flopping forward on his chest. Miguel soothes you, curling his hand in your hair and pressing you into the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head and you’re too numb to feel him take your body off him. He places your back down on the couch, hair sticking to your face with sweat, lips plumped from kissing. You’re whining when your sensitive folds feel his still hard cock rub in between them, accidentally slipping his tip in a few times. You swallow to get the dryness out of your throat. “Mig…Mig…” You’re cut off when Miguel slams into you, your body jerking and tits bouncing with the hard thrust. Your hazy vision rolls onto his face, Miguel glued onto your chest still. He gives another few soft thrusts and watches your boobs jiggle around. You feel his cock jump inside your walls, a soft hum of approval coming from deep in his throat. He bends down, biting and licking the side of your tit to add another mark to his collection. His teeth marks littered around your plump and round flesh–his favorites being the ones around your areola.

His face is buried in your breasts while he pounds into you, your head thrown back and legs locked around his waist. Oh, he’s in heaven.

[merbear25]

Matchup trade for @karusenka

Thank you for suggesting doing a trade! It's been a lot of fun chatting with you too. I hope you like your matchup 💜

I match you with...

Killer

I was actually leaning towards another character, but then I remembered that Killer exists! I almost slept on this omg 💀

You would offer a nice sense of balance to his life: you're good natured, joyful, and a general ray of sunshine.

Your sunny disposition would be the first thing he noticed about you. It's genuine, which sets you apart from the others. This also makes you approachable, so he wouldn't really see a reason to refrain from getting to know you.

The kindness and the sincerity behind your actions: these would make a lasting impression on him. He'd admire that you help others even knowing there'd be a good chance your actions wouldn't be appreciated.

He'd get why you'd be upset when you put so much effort into extending your generosity to others and receive nothing in return. He'd make a mental note of this and be sure to return your kindness whenever possible. Hopefully, this would encourage you not to lose the light in you he loved so much.

To show his appreciation, he may buy you a plushie he'd come across or he might buy it just because he thought you'd like it.

Your sense of humor would probably catch him off guard - in a good way! Despite hating his own laugh, you'd always seem to bring it out of him fairly easily. It might've taken time to get comfortable laughing around you, though he didn't think much of it now. You'd never make him feel bad for his unique laugh, so gradually, he regained some of his confidence.

You, my dear, are lucky you're a fan of horror. He, along with the rest of the Kid Pirates, never shy away from the sort - meaning you'd fit in perfectly with his friends.

In spite of his name, Killer is rather sensible, level-headed, and practical, so he'd be the voice of reason in your relationship and the more serious one when the situation called for it. He'd be there to help ground you and be your emotional support.

He's got pretty solid reflexes, as well which would mean that you'd never have to worry about getting hurt - he'd be there to catch you.

The juxtaposition of you being an avid horror fan and a lover of cute plushies would be absolutely adorable to him. And it'd be quite cute to see you get excited about a scary movie or game only for it to scare the living daylights out of you. Don't worry though - he'd be there for you to cuddle up to.

He'd be more than willing to fulfill any fantasy you'd want to play out in the bedroom. Seeing you smile and making you happy would be his main goal in the relationship, especially when it came to intimacy. Watching your reactions would only encourage him to keep going and provoke him to be more experimental, so make sure you mentally prepared yourself before unleashing this beast in the bedroom!

[maximumreecesintake00]

Presenting My Fanmade (Newspaper Club Card) BS for Raphael + Headcanons!! :'DD

did this instead of studying for my millions of pre-test 💀

(Ik it looks bad. I did this on a freaking phone and Picollage. Bear with me. 💀)

He looks too serious exterior-wise but deep down he has a very very caring soft spot for those he loves and considers as family.

Was Asmo and Belphie's singing tutor.

If made a yandere; he's the unintentionally manipulative and hates being ignored type. • Like he goes and says "No matter our argument, I still love you" to the other person as a way to "forgive and forget" without actually resolving the issue.

THINKS THAT COMPLICATED COOKING IS SIMILAR TO POTION-MAKING. I CAN SEE HIM ABUSING THE PASTA HELP ME—

Fave Genre of Movies: Action

Learns how to hone his reflexes due to such

Least Fave Genre of Movies: Drama and/or Romance.

Buddy, he is bad at physical/social cues. Expect him to watch with you and have several questions as to why this happened and those happened and other such instances happened. Hates it when characters yell sometimes because bad comprehension.

Movie Genres he DESPISES TO THE CORE OF HIM/Hate: Horror and/or Comedy.

With the mix of bad social cues, screaming, and unentertaining character blabber/actions/interactions,

Raph is likely to wish he could chuck a spear at the large TV Screen.

"Why did this character die? They alive and screeching at the screen just a few seconds ago?!?"

"Why do people find his joke hilarious?!? Human biology/(misunderstood action)/(insert humour he never typically encounters.) isn't something someone typically laughs at for amusement."

BAD WITH ANIMALS.

He'd likely prefer fishes (though overfeeds.) or maybe even rats if anything.

-Dogs? Too noisy. Good for hunting and finding emotional support(?) for the otherwise bad at social cues boio but hates that they're noisy.

-Cats? Likes them when they cute, sweet, and reflexive. They only meow whenever they need something too, otherwise they silent! Problem? Why y'all ignoring boio? just, why? And oh, you scratchy boio? Will likely scratch back or push in self-defense.

Really, he needs to work on using less instinct and being more sensitive with other things.

He vibes with Beel in several ways despite his poor taste buds. Sports and workout ✅️ Quiet & Peaceful Demeanour at most ✅️ Dislike for unappetising(-looking) foods ✅️ Vibes in "Does not completely pay attention to the movie." ✅️

[fictionalmenmistress]

Shadow From The Window (Leonardo)

Imagine your scared of the dark and alone, but your sexy hero-in-the-half-shell comes to sleep at your side, after a long partol. Exausted, he forgets how easy you startle, and comforts you.

(SFW but blushy, leaning Fem!Reader/ but also gender-neutral, Bayverse Leo, no swearing, FLUFF, a lil spooky at the start but all sweet and completely handle-able. Its safe 💙)

(So, this is my first official post here and I'm so excited! First of all, HI EVERYONE! I'm so happy to have found my peoples and to be here uwu, I love you all. Hopefully, this brings you comfort to rest before bed, or in the middle of the night. Want me to do one for all the boys? Lemme know!💙)

I am writing this at 2-3 am, after imagining this scenario to comfort myself, settling down to rest. The thought of Leo hiding in the dark, makes the dark a lot less scary. (Tho I decided to write it instead of resting lol) LETS GET IT!

Its 3 am in your studio apartment.

You've been living in New York city for a while now, but its always been a hassle to fall asleep in your own place. That's been the hardest adjustment after leaving home... how scary it can be on your own. Truth be told, you're 'scared of the dark'. Not nescessarily scared of the darkness itself, but the shadows in the corner of the room... the random noises and things that go bump in the night... the mere thought in the back of your mind that something, as ridiculous as it sounds to others, will come and get you once your guard is down.

There you lied, stiff as a board on your back. The covers, pulled up to your neck, as you breathed in and out as silently as you could. Why did you still feel like you had to hide from monsters or bad guys in your own home? "Dang it, y/n..." you sighed, wiping the nervous cold sweat from your forehead, overheating internally from the anxiety.

"WHY... why did I have to watch that horror movie with Donnie?" You thought, internally shouting at yourself. "He said its not scary, that its 'too absurd to be plausible, and thus won't trigger a reaction of fear'. So much for a slow and steady introduction to the genre!"

You should have known when Raph said "Nope, I'm out." Donnie sat there the whole time, laughing at the movie at the scariest and most ill-timed moments... and you recall just glaring at him, teeth chattering, whispering to yourself:

"Yeah, he's cracked alright."

Just because something isn't scientifically proven, doesn't mean it can't happen... or hasn't happened, right?

"Ugh..." you groaned, curling your lips into a gremace, scared your groan was too loud amongst the unsettling silence. "I can't sleep with the lights on again..."

Glancing toward your phone, you noticed a blue light illuminate the screen, informing you that you got a new text. But that blue light... it instantly made you think of the blue-loving turtle you so dearly loved. The light of your life.

'Leo would protect me.'

Ah, that comforting reminder that you would feel so safe in your boyfriend's arms... if only he were here with you.

But... he wasn't. He was probably out on patrol, far away, and unable to come any time soon, even if he could.

"That's it." You said, taking and deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, throwing the covers off and dashing to the light switch.

*flick!* And... everything in the room was normal. It was comforting, but you scolded yourself for not accepting that everything was already secure, and nothing was lurking in the dark.

Everything was still, as you closed your curtains and lied back down in bed.

"Light on it is." You sighed, before the light suddenly flickered by itself.

"Oh crap-" you muttered, taking a gulp, as the power went out. "OH CRAP, ITS JUST LIKE THE MOVIE-"

Now, you felt screwed. You lied as still as possible, for what felt like forever, refusing to close your eyes. Dang it... DANG it!

Grabbing your phone light, you quickly tip-toed to the bathroom, trying to pee as fast as you could, so you could get back to your warm bed where it feels semi-safe.

As soon as you opened the bathroom door, you noticed your curtains flowing and twirling in the night wind. Street sounds from the never-sleeping city below echoed faintly through your widely-opened window.

"My window... is open?" You thought in horrified shock, examining your surroundings in the dark carefully.

You froze in your tracks, as your phone light turned itself off.

BATTERY TOO LOW TO USE FLASHLIGHT, PLEASE CHARGE.

A chill went down your spine, as you stood there in the center of everything, slowly backing to a corner, where you planned to crouch in the fetal position, so you could see all angles of the room for the rest of the night.

You took another step back, and another, before you bumped into a large mass, standing behind you.

'Not the wall...' your brain registered, feeling the heat of whomever or whatever this tall thing was, radiating against your back.

"Hello, beautiful~" A deep voice chuckled, startling you.

Jolting around, you saw a dark, tall shadow, looming before you.

The fear disoriented you, quickly rushing adrenaline through your body, as your fight or flight reacted. You quickly let out a shriek, chucking your dying phone at the shadow and darting quickly toward the window.

The shadow caught the phone instantly, with lightning fast reflex, as a large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, gently yet firmly pulling you back into the room before you crawled out onto the fire escape.

"WHOA, hey hey! Y/N easy! Its okay." A gentle, farmiliar voice assured, gently pulling you around to face him. "Its just me!"

"L-let go!" You whimpered, still not realizing who it was. "P-please..."

"Hey, its me..." he softly whispered, as your breath began to steady, blinking a couple of times as his identity fully set in. "Shh, sh sh sh." He lulled.

"L-Leo?" You squeaked in disbelief.

The figure slowly leaned into the moonlight, casting over you from the open window, revealing his GORGEOUS, icy blue eyes. Those intense-yet-soft eyes... that you knew and loved more than anyone else's. That comforting, strong, lovingly soft gaze, that instantly reassured you that you were safe.

"Your aim is getting better," he softly chuckled, smirking with his adorable grin. Leo slowly slid your phone before you, onto the moonlit sheets, barely revealing his outstretched, chiseled, manly hands. "I'm so sorry I scared you, love. I didn't mean to... I would never on purpose..."

Leo's voice sounded composed, but also ashamed and regretful, as he became more serious to apologise. He always spoke so softly to you...

"Leo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I-" you desparately assured, bursting into tears. "I-"

"Hey hey, I should have knocked, or called. I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart. I thought I would suprise you in a good way, not startle you." He murmured, reaching his large hands out to gently grasp you, holding you in his arms.

"Oh... I'm so happy to see you!" You sighed, falling against him.

"Donnie felt bad about that scary movie, he told me about how scared you were and begged me to check on you." He whispered, with that composed, reassuring voice.

"Oh Leo... you really came." You whispered, sniffling back your tears.

"Of course, my love... I came straight here after patrol. I would have come sooner, but Raph was getting his shell handed to him by this big..." he hesitated, biting his lip.

"Leo?" You asked, wondering why he stopped.

"-You know what? It doesn't matter." He gently corrected, changing the subject.

"What? What was it?" You innocently asked, curling up against his warm, sculpted chest.

You could feel Leo's skin grow warmer with a blush, as he slowly and sweetly welcomed your embrace, holding you close.

"I'll tell you during daylight. Just... sweetie, I'll never let anything bad happen to you, as long as I live. You're safe, whether I'm near or far. Okay, sweetheart?" Leo promised with his deep innocent voice, planting a soft kiss against your forehead.

Suddenly, you heard a generator power on through your front door, and the power flicked back on.

You could at last see him. See his muscled arms around you, and the tails of his worn out blue mask resting against his chest, along side you. His plastron... rising and falling as he took in slow breaths.

Leo was so careful holding you in his arms... like you were this precious, tiny thing, that he adored with his entire existance.

"Hey, you... you there?" He muttered, growing increasingly bashful in his tension.

"I'm here." You gently assured with a smile, before pulling away to examine his handsome face.

Leonardo. Sexy, handsome, justly-confident, fierce leader. This fearless, giant turtle mutant, who was unlike anyone else in the world. His jaw clenched from sudden bashful nervousness, as his gaze shyed away from your eyes. Your stare always overwhelmed him... it was such an intimate thing to meet his eyes.

Leo cleared his throat, as he slowly reached out to your face, ever-so-carefully wiping away a tear from your cheek, watching intently and focusing as he did so.

Over cautiously gentle so he wouldn't risk hurting you with his strength.

"There we go..." he softly whispered in satisfaction, sighing with a relieved smirk.

"Can you..." you began, with every ounce of security and confidence you could muster. "Can you... stay? With me, all of tonight?"

You felt your cheeks blush intensely, blooming red, as Leo bit on his bottom lip. His eyes widened, as he fully realized your question.

"Y-yeah, o-of course I can..." Leo answered, all of a sudden a thousand times more innocent and adorable, intensely flattered and touched that you wanted him to stay at your side. "Uh... I'll... uh-" he began, moving back from kneeling on your bed before you, aimlessly pacing into your tiny kitchen.

Leo usually was so bold and certain, organized and authoritative, when he was on the move.

You recalled how you had seen first-hand how he can lay out the strategy of attack for the boys. He could be flipping into action, or running through the rooftops as he did it, with perfect coordination in his speech and movements. But with you and only you, Leo wasn't able to get the words out when he was this nervous or bashful.

He had a tendancy to overthink things.

Leo wandered into the cupboard, beginning to steep some tea on the stove as his tongue caught up with his brain.

"Do you want... tea?" He gently asked, clearing his throat.

Such husband material...

"Ah, sure." You grinned, sweetly answering.

You realized how safe and secure you felt now, with him in the studio. You weren't alone anymore.

Leo didn't say much while he prepared the tea. He hyper-focused to distract himself from the nervousness of staying at your place, ALONE with you for the night. He paced around without speaking... doing little thoughtful things, like closing the window and locking it for you, shutting the closet and bathroom door, and picking out the perfect cups for the two of you, from your DC glass cup collection.

(Leo liked the Nightwing one since it was blue, and he always gave you the batgirl one, because you loved purple. He loved it when you would geek out and tell him how those heroes were the perfect couple... it reminded him of the both of you, and hoped that you gushed about him like that when he wasn't around.)

Leo brought the cups over, moving carefully with his eyes on the glass, gently placing one in your hand, and his own at your bedside.

"I"ll sleep right here, beside you." He thought out loud, examining the hardwood floor panels.

"Ah, Leo, you're not sleeping on the ground." You ordered, taking a long drink from your cup.

"Its no trouble," he assured, unlatching and taking off his belt and sword straps, placing them on your countertop. Leo sat down across from your bed, and began taking off his customized traditional ninja footwear, so all that remained were his pants and mask.

Why did this make you blush and get so flustered, the way he lifted those muscular arms over his head? Its not like he's taking anything revealing off...

"Modest like Leo... modest like Leo..." you whispered under your breath, recomposing your wandering thoughts.

He slowly walked up to you, lying you back and pulling your covers over you. Leo gently placed his hand against your cheek, staring deep into your eyes, as a soft smile rested over his lips.

He slowly nuzzled his nose beside yours, cherishing every small movement, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, he pulled away.

You felt your arms involuntarily reach out to him, taking his face into your hands. You both stared innocently into one another's eyes, before you made a bold move, planting your lips against his. You gently kissed Leo's lips, and he kissed you back, in the most respectful, admirable, and sentimental way possible.

Kissing Leo always felt so intimate and special... even as soft and innocent as it was. Leo made the tiny gestures special to you again.

"Leo, would you please... hold me?" You whispered, tightly closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his. "Please, sleep with me tonight."

"S-sleep with-" he panicked, turning vibrant red. For the first time that night, he realized that you were wearing blue pj's... and you looked gorgeous in them. Suddenly his heart began to pound through his chest, as his posture stiffened. "Sleep... together? Like... m-make love together?"

"Ah not like that!" You bashfully assured, unable to hide your shy grin. "Just... sleep together, at least for tonight."

He took a deep breath in, that sounded shaky, like the remenants of your kiss and closeness gave him the chills. The thought of you being together in the most close and intimate form made him overwhelmed, causing him to slightly tremble. Leo invoulintarily giggled, pecking a kiss against your nose, before he pulled his mask off.

"Alright." He grinned, suddenly much more eager and confident, leaning close to you as he set his mask on your night stand, switching off the light switch with a mere stretch.

Suddenly, it was dark again. But, a peaceful dark.

"Will you, Leo?" You muttered.

"Yes." He whispered, so softly and so intimately, gazing bravely into your eyes. "Yes, Y/N."

You beamed with joy, resituating to the side of your bed, curling up and watching Leo with an adorable, excited expression. Leo broke out a nervous, adorable chuckle, as he hesitantly sat down on your bed, realizing how massive he was on the size of it. He downed his tea like a shot, (wanting to finish it as fast as possible, so he could do this soft and intimate thing with you) and clearing his throat. Blushing, he slowly lied down on his back, slowly turning to his side that faced you, and hesitantly placing his hand over your shoulder, unsure of what was too much touch.

You giggled, sliding his hand on your waist, so you could sit up and pull the covers over him. "O-oh..." Leo murmured, stiffening up from his shyness.

This was very overwhelming to him, since he really liked taking things slow and was inexperienced to everything involving romance before you. But... you loved that. It was like everything was new to you again too. It endeared you beyond belief.

You lied on your side, examining his face one last time, as he examined yours, trailing your fingertip across his sharp jawline.

"I really love you..." he whispered, meaning every word.

"I really love you too, Leo." You softly agreed, as you continued to smile.

You and Leo talked quietly for a bit, sweet whispers between soulmates, as you scratched his shell and caressed his shoulders to help relieve his stress and tension. He would slowly drift off more and more, talking less and less, gifting you with tiny, soft, slow kisses, all over your face instead.

You both drifted off to sleep, and slept wonderfully side by side, as safe and sweet as can be, just the two of you.

And, as you found out in the morning, Leo was a total, clingy cuddler in his sleep. Throughout the night, he had nuzzled closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you, until you were cozy against his body, sharing the same warmth.

💙 Sweet dreams.💙

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Day 3 with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz: Watching horror movies.

Word count: about 500.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Find the easter egg 😂

Gif credits: to the author.

Masterlist. You can subscribe to my broadcast list, to be notified whenever I post a writing!

The living room is on point. Lights off. Popcorn on the table, close to a six-pack of cold beers. Coco sitting by your side with an arm on your shoulders and your temple resting against his arm. You're a big fan of classic horror movies with horrible and old visual effects and he loves to scare you anytime. For him, it's too easy. But you're not worried about it. You're not worried about anything, except to have a night off with your boyfriend.

Holding the bowl with your free hand, while he plays The Exorcist on TV, you have a long sip from your drink. You're excited about being together on Halloween, even if you're not partying like his brothers. Coco was the one who preferred to be there, instead in the clubhouse.

As soon as the movie starts, you cuddle against your boyfriend, receiving a kiss on your head. You have seen this movie thousands of times, but it will scare you forever. Hiding it by eating popcorn in the key moments, you can feel him almost chuckling in silence, moving slightly by your side. Coco doesn't understand why you like horror movies this much, being so fearful. You don't care. You have him to protect you, and he does it delighted, hugging you tightly with every scene that makes you bounce on the sofa.

When the movie finishes, you know you're not going to sleep. Johnny either. While he picks up the things from the table to put them in the kitchen, you wrap yourself in the cozy white blanket, getting up off the sofa to guide your barefoot to your shared room. Tossing your body to the bed, to tuck in, you wait for him.

Watching the lights turn off, you frown after some seconds. He's not coming back. And he's an idiot if he thinks that you're going to fall into his trap. He always does the same shit.

“Coco, stop!” You sob almost laughing, sitting up and sticking your knees to your chest. “C'mon… Come to the bed”.

But after a minute, you understand that he is going to scare you. No matters what. Walking out of the bed scowling and cross-armed, you poke your head out of the door. This is the exact moment when he jumps from nowhere, screaming “I'm a ghost” at you and scaring the shit out of your soul. Like a reflex action, you punch his abdomen, making him laugh loudly.

“Damn, mami!” Trying to grab your wrists, he comes into your room. “What was that, ah?”

“Paranormal activity, pendejo del demonio”. You scoff about to have a heart attack.

“No more horror movies for you, ma'. Now I have to be awake the whole night”.

He finally lifts you up in his arms, before lying over the mattress to cover you with the sheets, leaving on his nightlight. Embracing you against his chest, he leans to peck your puckered lips until making you kiss him back.

“I wanna do a Jeepers Creepers marathon tomorrow”.

“Fuck, no, mami. I need to sleep. Got a trip next monday, remember?”

“Not even if I let you grope me?” Pouting at him, you can see how the gesture on his face changes to approbation.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I would in fact invite you to a horror movie just so you can laugh at it the whole time. Those things terrify me if somebody doesn’t. 😩👊

AWWW HELL YEA! LET'S GO!

I remember me and my friends went to see the Purge in theatres and we were laughing so hard during the scary moments. (not as a coping mechanism. We thought it was genuinely funny these fuckos in the creepy masks were like... just outside his door doing fuck all.) and we got "shh'd" by like several other patrons.

When it's children's horror or horror in animation, I react a little differently, because in animation, my suspension of disbelief is alleviated more. I love dark animation stuff but I'm more silent with those types of things.

But like... with Live-action horror movies, it's hard to suspend my disbelief just because the scenario is so ridiculous.

I remember laughing my ass of at the Texas Chainsaw Mascare movies because I found the actors screaming was genuinely funny.

Also Rosemary's Baby was just me going: "It's the devil. It's the devil. You're giving birth to the devil. It's the devil"

The ugly bad special effects baby is born: "HAHAHAAH WHAT THE FUCK! Oh lady, calm down, I see uglier babies at the Walmart!"

I think the only horror movie that got me to feel genuine fear was the Quiet Place (i haven't seen the sequel yet) but that's cause it's so good at building suspense.

And Night Crawler, but that movie is more of a psychological Horror then a slasher horror movie. But psychological horror is more scary to me then chaser or slasher horrors, which I find hilarious.

Horror Games, I can't do though, Creepy or Psychological horror games yes. (like doki doki liturature club)

But I never want to play FNAF or Amnesia. Silent Hill, or any of the popular horror games that require button mashes, skill, and the entire experience is 100% dependent on my reflexes. It's a terrible experience, and I really think Game Developers should just nerf unfair difficulty in games or button mashing quick time events for the sake of appealing to "hardcore gamers"

My reflexes are quite poor, and I do like videogames, but I get frustrated when game developers put in things that are way too demanding of the player.

I like horror for the experience. In games the horror catches you if you are not good, or just can't button mash fast enough, and I can NEVER button mash fast enough in almost any game. If the jumpscare is the punishment entirely dependent on how fast I can hit a button, or accidently going the wrong way because I haven't played something before, I don't have a fun time and just get angry and it easily brings about panic attacks as well.

Also, horror books terrify me and I need to be in the mood for them. Since the real fear is your imagination and what the writer puts in your head. But I do enjoy them but I need to be in a real specific mood to sit down and read horror novels or fanfic.

But yeah, sitting down on a couch and watching a dumb movie where people get chased and I get to watch how stupid they are? I'm just:

And some of my friends hate me for it. Like:

"Would you be laughing if you were in their shoes"

"No, Anne, I'd be dead."

[mrsmaybankhere]

Zorro

i don’t have an explication for this...i just...idk enjoyed very much while writing it!!

hope you like it and lmk your opinions on it!! i love youu xx

**NOT MY GIF, CREDITS TO THE OWNER**

Words: over 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection guys!!), oral sex (male receiving), roleplay sex (i think??), dirty talking, mentions of alcohol and weed.

sorry for any mistakes❤️

Keggers at the Boneyard are the best thing ever and tourons adore them just as much as you do. But when you are a Pogue and when you and your friends always organise them, at some point things become boring and odd. Going to the same party three times a week is already a routine for you and you hate this. You all love spontaneity so to spice things up a little bit you, Sarah and Kie came with an amazing idea: themed parties. The boys were all for it, so once a week you would have a themed party and because all of you love Halloween just as much as Christmas a costumes party is more than welcomed for the first one.

And instantly you though that you and JJ would have the best matching costumes like the ones you always see at celebrities on Halloween. The low budget type, but still matching. But your dearest boyfriend had another idea and decided that everyone should keep the secret until the night of the party and it was a exciting one, but you also hated it because you didn't know what to expect from him.

So because Addams Family is one of your favourite, you chose Morticia. You wanted to shock JJ and everyone else and when you watched yourself in the full mirror, you knew that your appearance would shock everyone because you looked so different from yourself. And that's exactly what you wanted in the first place.

You tanned skin is now covered by a white foundation, making you pale just like you need. You straightened up your black long hair and you used a red lipstick from Sarah's makeup collection. Some really dark contour helped you to emphasize your features a lot more than you were used to, but that was the point to a costumes party: going out of your confort zone and trying crazy things. You also borrowed a black long lace dress from Rose, you and Sarah hoping that she won't notice and you looked exactly from the story.

The three of you laughed your asses off while getting ready at Sarah's place and even Rafe seemed impressed by your costumes ideas; he's dressed up as Joker, despite Sarah trying to convince him to change it because she was dressed up as Harley Quinn and the role was indeed perfect for her. And Kiara looked stunning and in her own element dressed as Wonder Woman. They looked wonderful and you kept reminding them that, while they did the same with you and insisted that JJ would be amazed by your presence.

And indeed he was.

Just as much as you were by seeing him with a black cape and a black mask around his eyes, only letting you see his beautiful icy blue eyes. "Fuck" you muttered under your breath and you bit so hard on your tongue that you tasted blood in your suddenly very dry mouth.

"Close your mouth, baby. Don't open it yet." JJ whispers in your ear and his warm breath in your ear send shivers down your spine and your whole body. And he knows it.

You and JJ couldn't keep your eyes off each other for the rest of the party and he would sent your whole body in fire only by touching your waist or looking into your eyes with that stupid sexy mask on. He looks absolutely ravishing and you never wanted to suck him off as bad as you want it now.

So after some good weed and a lot of booze, all of you are shitfaced and dacing like crazy with your toes in the sand, not giving a damn about anything around you while the sun is almost up on the sky. You find support on your boyfriend, leaning against him while he was talking -more like screaming- with John B and Pope. John B had a Michael Myers mask on and Pope was dressed up as a crazy surgeon from a horror movie he saw with JJ and that's why they are laughing so bad right now. And because they are high too.

"JJ..." You speak while laughing too and you don't even know why, but that's not catching your boyfriend's attention, so you think about something else and you try again. "Zorro, baby!"

JJ thought that he didn't hear you right, but when you repeated the same thing he could feel himself getting a painful boner and he's too high and horny to try to hide it. He spins you around, pressing your back against his toned chest and your ass right against the hard bulge that's already forming into his pants. You gasp so hard for air that JJ had to place his ringed long fingers over your mouth, something you like it so much that is just turning you on even more and you are already soaked between your thighs.

"Let's go-..."

"Where?" In your drunken state you have to concentrate a little more to find any place that's close to the party and safe enough for a quickie. A little more than just a quickie.

"The Van." You quickly say as you press his lips against his, not kissing him as he wanted to just talking with your eyes locked with his. "I will be waiting for you, Zorro."

Your seductive whisper caught JJ off guard and his glare is not leaving your body while you are slowly walking to the Van, not looking back at him or at anyone else around, knowing that if you would do that you would lost all your confidence that you just gained with a little help from weed and alcohol. You open the doors and you quickly get lost at the thoughts off JJ and that mask, him fucking the shit outta you while wearing that is driving you wild.

"You said you needed me, Miss?" You are pretty sure that he never read the book, but he loves movies so his reply was quite accurate to the character, so much that it made you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hungry sloppy kiss. With one hand he closes the Van door and the other one is already tangled in your long hair he loved so much.

"You look so fuckin' hot dressed up like this." He groans into your mouth, not breaking up the kiss as he's hungrily sucking and bitting on your neck and collar bone.

You take his cape off and he helps you with his shirt, you taking advantage of that to place some open mouth kisses and bites on his abs. You look up at him as you unbutton his pants, already drooling at the though of tasting him and having him all over in your mouth. You press some kisses on his V line, already palming him and you do nothing but smile at his sweet raspy groans.

"I love that mask. Don't take it off." You're voice is sternly and JJ found himself liking it, but he's never gonna admit it in your pretty face.

"Only if you call me Zorro when you cum." His smirk when you place a soft kiss on the head of his cock, licking the little bit of precum and a pulsing vein is quickly replaced by a frown and a raspy moan that makes you moan as well. His fingers are on your hair again, pulling on it to make you take him into your mouth and you don't even think twice when you moan at the taste of his warm big cock.

"You like it, huh? So take it all if you like it that much." JJ's dirty talking and the mask around his eyes are the best combination ever and you gulp down your moans as your hand is moving up and down his length, your eyes on his face as you are struggling to take all of his girth into your mouth.

His hands guides you further and he loves how your eyes are not leaving him, the innocent expression on your face and the smudged red lipstick on your mouth pleasure him more than you even know. His thrusts are deep now, your throat constricting as he forces the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex. His moans are now louder as you keep sucking on his length, not really giving you the chance to breathe properly as your head bobbed up and down while watching him. You always though it was disgusting, but he totally loves to see your smudged lipstick, some spit or cum on your chin and tears running down on your cheeks along with your mascara. You are always gorgeous to him, including in moments like these.

He rough pushes his hips into you again, his hands pulling harder on your hair, so hard that you can already feel a little bit of pain in your scalp. But the worst pain was the needing, the aching for him and his touches and you think of that while you can barely breath with his cock down your sore throat. He reaches his orgasm with a loud moan and you smile right before you're cheeks are full of his warmly cum. You watch him in awe, being proud of yourself with your lips red, swollen and full of saliva, even dripping down on your chin but you didn't care.

"You're such a good girl, [Y/N]...You're my best girl, my only one." With his thumb he wipes off the corner of your mouth and he pushes you on the bench and your lips found each other again into a deep hungry kiss. And that's exactly how you are: hungry and thirsty for each other.

You don't even know when and how he takes your dress off and tonight you didn't even wore a bra because it was already hot enough in that dress and that made JJ smirk as his tongue is slowly circling around your hard nipple. The action makes you moan like crazy, but it's too soft for what you need now.

"J-..."

"How did you called me, [Y/N]?" He raises a eyebrow towards you, his other hand pushing down your lace bikini. He adores how much attention you pay to little things like this.

"Zorro, please." You quickly talk as you realized your mistake. "Please, I need you. I want you, Zorro."

You thought that after so many moments like these he would get bored of hearing you begging for him, but it's impossible. Seeing you with your makeup all smudged on your face, spit and his cum on your chin and big eyes, imploring him to fuck you bad it's the best thing he ever had in front of his eyes. In fact, you are that best thing he ever had.

"I love you, Zorro. Please."

"I love you too, Morticia." His seems amused and you would laugh too, but you are too horny and needy right now to be able to think about anything else beside him inside of you. He is the only thing and the only person in your mind.

He spreads your legs open even more and his thumb is slowly circling around you sensitive clit, only to tease you even more before finally give you what you both want so fucking bad.

"Fuck, please! I can't wait any-..." Your moans and screams are so loud that you are sure that anyone that's close to the Van can hear it , but you don't care about this right now.

You don't even have the time to finish your sentence because of him slipping inside of you, his fingernails sunking into your breasts and hips as yours are already digging into his back. You both leave marks on each other and you both enjoy having them all over your skin, JJ loving the idea that everyone can see that you are his and only his. Especially stupid tourons who thinks they stand a single chance with you.

"You are so tight, princess. Only for me. Right?" His lower voice is sending you insane and you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

"Fuck yes! Only for you Zorro!" You scream in pleasure, arching your back to press your bodies together and meet his lips for another rough deep kiss. Right from the start his thrusts are deep and hard, with each one sending you right to the edge.

He loves so much to tease you more than this, but at this point its hard for him too and he thrusted his hips against yours, you moving towards him in your desperation for him. You large open your legs, allowing him to have more space above you as his mouth found yours again, forming together a full of passion mess. You both are out of air as you moan louder and louder, closer to your high to each deep thrust inside of you. You kiss his collar bone, his chest and his neck tasting his salty skin on your lips and biting hard on some spots on his tense neck.

"God, I'm close! I'm close, baby..." You scream again, making JJ grin beyond satisfied to see you like this. A total mess in the palms of his hands.

"I know, baby. Me too. I feel you." JJ moves faster and deeper inside of you, his mouth not leaving yours not even a second, you both swallowing each other's sweet moans. "Cum, baby. Cum all around me."

That was the sign you waited for. You are screaming in pleasure and biting on his chest, JJ moaning as you reached your highest point in the same time.

"I love you! I love you so bad!" You scream while finishing, riding your high and seeing stars above your head. That's how good it was.

"Who? Who do you love?" He asks, his breath all over the place as he looks amazed at you.

"You, JJ. Only you, baby."

That's what he wanted to hear.

That's what he needed to hear. Not Zorro, not anything else. Just his name. And as a response, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and on your lips.

"I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

In the next second he collapsed next to you on the tight bench in the back of the Van and you touch his cheek and the mask with your fingers, looking at him with a soft smile on your lips. He is prompting himself up on his elbow, running a hand through his blond damp hair while looking at you with an amused grin.

"Now can I take this shit off? It's so fucking hot in here, Morticia."

[nitewrighter]

Make the AU, Nitey

Just for the record, this is @azaeleia ’s fault because I really like this art and I’ve pondered how a Gakuen AU might look for a while.

----

The thrum of cicadas whirred from the trees that marked the edge of campus, their sounds seemingly gaining momentum over the open air of the track and the green. Overwatch Academy was a stately boarding school with a sleek modern architecture that seemed to have echoes of old Georgian dignity. Genji slumped against the stucco wall of the gymnasium, smacking his lips to try and get the blood from his teeth. He wiped the back of his hand across his nose and mouth and huffed at the streak of red that marked the back of it, sticky in the kicked-up dust and grunted with some disgust. The blaze of furious adrenaline was fading and the bruises were setting in. He just needed a few seconds before getting up, that was all. He glanced down at his uniform and sighed--it was covered in dirt and grass stains from the tussle, and a few specks of blood from his nose and lips.. What a mess... he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Hanzo.

Classes for the day had let out nearly two hours ago, and now were the few hours devoted to intramural activities such as sports and arts and other programs before the students were called in for dinner in the dining hall and sent to their dorms for the evening.

Or in Genji’s assailants’ case, wander off to the areas of the campus that were too far-flung to be monitored and unintentionally re-enact Lord of the Flies. They were bullying Zen (again), and Genji intervened. He wasn’t sure if he could really say his intentions were purely noble, rushing to defend Zen, as he often found himself in fights by virtue of his own mouth--but he figured he was a lot more used to fights than Zen, and thus here he was, dirty, bruised, and feeling more stupid than heroic.

“Genji!” A pair of scuffed saddle shoes skidded to a dusty halt in front of him and Genji glanced up to see a familiar skinny figure in a blouse and the blue pleated skirt of their uniform. Angela Ziegler carried herself stiffly, and sometimes you could make out the faint lines of her back brace through her blouse. She buckled over rigidly, like a doll, with her hands on her knobby knees to catch her breath.

“Class rep...?” said Genji, squinting to make eye-contact with her. Angela Ziegler was a bit of an odd duck among their peers, one of those kids who acted like a mini-adult while not being aware they acted like a mini-adult. She was a favorite of Professor de Kuiper, elected to the position of Class Rep not because she was popular, but because she was universally recognized as a busybody who would probably push her way to the position anyway to see that things got done. As she pulled herself back up to an upright postion, head eclipsed the sun but was still blinding in its blondness. “But,” Genji eked out the words, “How did you--?”

Angela looked back over her shoulder and Genji made out another kid, bronzey-tan, shorter and even skinnier than Angela with a close-shaved head, sage, heavy-lidded eyes, and the remains of a surgically corrected harelip.

“Zen, I told you to go,” said Genji trying to push himself up to his feet, the stucco prickling the skin of his palms with the action.

“I did, and then I got help,” Zen answered mildly.

Genji shot him a dark look as Angela looked around, “Did you see where they went?”

“It’s fine,” Genji said, his voice half a growl, “They’re long gone by now.”

“Who was it?” said Angela.

Genji’s lips tightened. 

“Genji,” Angela put her hands on her hips.

“Just Max and his goons again,” Genji said sullenly, “So crying to Professor de Kuiper isn’t going to do anything.”  Max’s family were wealthy donors to the school. Kids like him tended to only get a slap on the wrist, come back to inflict more pain as a reaction to getting in trouble, all the while getting better at not getting caught.

“We wouldn’t be crying to him--” she started but then huffed and held out a hand to him, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Genji took her hand and she and Zen helped him up to his feet. She blinked at a dirty, bloody abrasion on his arm and another on his hand from when he was shoved hard to the ground. “You can walk, right?”

“Of course I can walk,” said Genji, limping a little.

“This way,” said Angela, taking his non-injured arm and walking around the gym.

“I don’t want to go to the nurse,” muttered Genji.

“I have a first aid kit in my gym locker,” said Angela, “It’s closer.”

“Nerd,” the scoffing word came out of him on reflex.

“It’s coming in handy, isn’t it?” she said, arching an eyebrow at him. The three of them headed over to where the locker rooms of the Gym emptied lead out to the green. In the distance, the school soccer team thundered around the grass, their shouts and laughs mingling with the screech of cicadas. 

Zen held down the button on a drinking fountain and Genji sloshed up water onto his face, feeling it go from lukewarm to shockingly cold as he washed and watching his own watered down blood splash pink against the white of the fountain’s basin. He got a mouthful of water and swished it around, trying to get the dirt and blood from his teeth.

“Got it!” Angela briskly walked out of the girl’s locker room just as Genji was spitting bloodied water into the drinking fountain’s basin, and he made eye contact with her. She had a neat little first aid kit in hand but her lips were pulled back from her teeth in a grimace at him spitting. Genji looked up at her from the fountain, face dripping, moving to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand again, but she reached into the breast pocket of her blouse and held out a cloth handkerchief to him. His brow crinkled as he gingerly took it from her, and he couldn’t keep eye contact with her as he padded at his face with the handkerchief. He looked from the handkerchief to her but she was already sitting down on the bench outside the locker room and rifling through the little first aid kit. Genji pressed the handkerchief to his mouth, then padded it around his dripping jawline and the wet margins of his face. 

“Here, sit down,” said Angela, taking a small disinfectant wipe from the first aid kit and tearing it out of its wrapper.

Genji moved to sit but grunted in pain in the process at what was surely a wide bruise on his leg. 

“You were limping earlier,” said Angela.

“Yeah.”

“Is the skin broken?” said Angela.

“I don’t think so,” said Genji.

“Zen, can you head to the science lab? Professor de Kuiper has an ice pack in his fridge. Just say it’s for one of the soccer players.”

“Mm-hmm,” Zen gave a short nod before jogging off. 

“Why were they picking on him?” said Angela, wiping the disinfectant wipe across the bloody abrasion on Genji’s arm as Zen exited earshot. Genji drew in a sharp inhale through his nostrils as she wiped grains of gravel from the injury.

“‘Cuz he’s weird,” said Genji with a shrug.

“He’s not weird, he’s nice,” said Angela, in her mini-adult way. 

“He’s nice in a weird way. I guess it makes other people think he thinks they’re better than him,” mumbled Genji.

“Well that’s just childish,” said Angela crisply.

“I mean, we are kids,” said Genji.

“That’s not an excuse!” said Angela.

“You’re a kid too, you know,” said Genji.

“Exactly! Like, it’s not hard to be nice!” Angela rubbed the disinfectant wipe a little too hard and Genji winced, “Sorry--! Sorry...”

Genji snorted a little.

“What?” said Angela.

“Nothing, I just...it’s kind of funny that you say that when you’re getting mad,” said Genji.

“I’m not getting mad!” Angela argued and then caught herself, “Oh--you--! You need to be more careful! You should have gotten an adult! When they were picking on Zen, you should have gotten a teacher! Not gone all.... fighting... guy! Who fights things!”

Genji rolled his eyes. “You’re class rep. You wouldn’t get it,” he muttered.

Her big blue eyes widened with insulted alarm. “What wouldn’t I get!?” she said. 

“Well... you and Zen... the teachers like you,” said Genji.

“So?” said Angela. 

“So they treat you better,” said Genji.

“So everyone has to treat Zen and me worse to make up for it?” said Angela, setting the disinfectant wipe aside.

“I don’t know,” sighed Genji, leaning against the painted brick of the locker room. He blinked a few times. “Do they treat you badly?” he said, glancing over at her.

“No... they don’t... treat me like anything,” said Angela, now taking a bandage and wrapping it around the abrasion, “...they...don’t talk to me unless they have to. Maybe if they forgot an assignment...” she trailed off and then caught herself, “I mean--I--I hang out with Mei! Sometimes... when she’s not with her tutors...”

Genji looked over at her, his brow crinkling. Her blond hair was shrouding one eye as she worked. She always seemed so smart and together that he had never really considered she could be lonely. Her eyes were fixed on his palm now, wiping another disinfecting wipe across its heel, 

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

She glanced up.

“For uh... all this. I’ll clean up more at the dorms but... this helps. Are--are you going to tell...?”

“...not unless you and Zen get in trouble again,” said Angela, glancing off, “But--you should feel like you can go to the teachers for help! That’s--that’s what their job is...” she trailed off. She furrowed her brow. “And--and you can come to me, too. I’m the class rep, after all.” A small smile spread on her lips.

“Sure thing, class rep,” said Genji. A pause passed. “You know... on Thursdays, there’s like, a whole 3 hours between where the AV club leaves the media center, and the janitor comes in to kick you out, so sometimes McCree and I watch bad horror movies in there.”

“Bad horror movies?”

“Yeah! And you eat a bunch of junk food and make fun of them! It’s great!”

“...why wouldn’t you just watch good horror movies?”

Genji huffed. “You’re killing me, Rep.”

Angela blinked. “Wait--are--are you saying I can come? On Thursdays?”

“Yeah,” Genji shrugged. 

The brief, heartbreakingly bright emotion that rippled across her face, the awe, made Genji’s stomach lurch. She quickly tried to regain her composure before focusing on unwrapping another bandage. “Yeah! Thursdays!” she tried to sound casual as she placed the bandage over the scrape on his hand, “Thursdays are--I like Thursdays.”

Genji smiled a little and she pushed her hair back from her eyes. She smoothed her thumb over the adhesive bandage she had put on the heel of his palm. There was a steadiness to the motion that caught his attention, how much care and warmth that tiny action seemed to hint toward.

“I’ve gotten the ice pack,” a calm voice piped up and both of them flinched to alertness. Angela quickly released his hand and they both looked up to see Zen calmly presenting a blue ice pack which Genji eagerly grabbed and put over the bruise on his leg with a sigh of relief. Angela blinked a few times and then quickly stood up.

 “Well--um-- is-- does anything else hurt?” she said, holding her little first aid kit in a white-knuckled grip.

“Uh.. I... think I can handle it from here if you need to go,” said Genji.

“Yes--I just remembered I.... have... homework. So much homework. And I should do it. So I’ll... see you in class?”

“Yeah,” said Genji, “See you in class.

“Mm-hm,” she gave a quick nod and then quickly disappeared back into the locker room. Genji sighed and pressed his back against the wall behind the bench, before he noticed a small rag crumpled at his side.

“Hey--Rep, you forgot your--” Genji picked up the handkerchief and pushed up from the bench and grunted, pressing the ice pack to his leg as he became aware of his bruise again with his own movement, but then he looked at the handkerchief, now soddened with blood and dirt and water. What was he going to do? Call her back and have her take the filthy thing? He sighed and sank back onto the bench, holding the ice pack to his leg with one hand and the damp, dirty handkerchief in the other. He glanced back at Zen to see him smiling with such an irritating serenity that Genji wouldn’t be surprised if it were the sort of expression that got him into trouble with Max or his goons in the first place. 

“What?” said Genji.

“Are you going to give it back to her?” said Zen.

“I dunno, it’s stupid. Who carries around cloth handkerchiefs? It’s gross. Look at it, it’s gross already.”

“...you could wash it and give it back,” Zen said with a shrug.

“Well of course I’m going to wash it before I give it back,” Genji huffed only to see Zen was beaming now. “Oh get over it.”

[sephiwhore]

Ok but literally all the cyberpunk oc questions? LETS GO CHOOM!!! -thosetwistedtales

Bet you didn’t think I’d actually do it >:3 Okay well I technically didn’t, I did skip some of them cause I couldn’t think of anything, I’d already answered it, or the answer was just “no”.

Without further ado I present, All The Questions about Tess, answered under the cut!

— BASICS

full name: Tess Valere

birthday: She has no idea, and for most of her life she didn’t even know birthdays were a thing

gender and pronouns: Female, she/her

nicknames or aliases: V (obviously), her surrogate brother called her Tessa

sexuality: a big ol bisexual

ethnicity: a big ol white girl

affiliations [corporation/gang/themselves/etc]: she grew up on the streets of Heywood, so certain Valentinos would help her out now and again. She’s nowhere near loyal to them, but she’ll try to avoid killing them during jobs

what languages do they speak?: English, conversational Spanish, and she knows a handful of Japanese words

— PERSONALITY

alignment: Chaotic Good, but she dabbles in Chaotic Neutral

color(s) you associate with them: cyan and black and after Johnny comes into her life, red

theme song: Unbreakable by Fireflight

what heavenly virtue would you assign them? Humility

what deadly sin would you assign them? Wrath

what is their biggest strength? Sheer fucking perseverence, mostly fueled by spite

what is their biggest fear? Losing the people she loves, because throughout her life those have been few and far between and she’s lost a good number of them

what is their biggest weakness? Again, the people she loves

are they confident in their abilities? Oh you bet your ass she is, so confident that she stormed Arasaka Tower with nothing but her revolver and her cyberdeck

what is their opinion on cybernetics? They’re a necessary evil. Her brother dealt with cyberpsychosis so in a way she resents cybernetics, but she also knows that you won’t get far as a merc in Night City without a few implants

do they have a good sense of humor? Yes, very dry and sarcastic

how do they cry? When she cries it’s either from rage or panic, very little in between

how do they laugh? Quite subdued, usually the most you’ll get out of her is a hearty chuckle. Very rarely does she go into a full laughing fit

do they smoke? She started smoking after Johnny popped up in her head cause she felt bad for his situation (after she stopped hating him anyway) and figured she could give him this one thing. And now she smokes like a chimney.

do they drink? She’s been dealing with alcohol dependence and borderline alcoholism for half of her life

what kind of drunk are they? As she drinks more it progresses from pretty chill, then VERY affectionate, and then Fightey

do they take any drugs? She knows how she is with alcohol so she avoids drugs like the plague

— COMBAT

preferred weapon: For close/mid-range, a nice beefy revolver (Overture) or Johnny’s Malorian. Long range, a sniper rifle.

combat style [stealth/melee/brute force/etc] Depending on the environment, it’s either stealth with a silenced pistol and lots of quickhacks, a John Wick style headshots-galore shootout, or sniping from a distance

primary stats [ex: intellect] Intelligence and Reflexes

biggest weakness in combat: She sometimes forgets to watch her back, and tends to ignore injuries and see the fight through when retreating would probably be the best course of action

threaten or charm? Depends on the target, she’s great at both

lethal or non-lethal? For corpos, the more malicious gangs (Tygers, Animals, 6th Street), or anyone who has hurt innocents, full lethal. If she’s just infiltrating a warehouse full of workers, non-lethal

leave quietly or send a message? She sends a message WHILE leaving quietly

strategy or improvise? Improvise

— APPEARANCE

hair style and color [is it natural? do they change it a lot?] She has synthhair so she can change the style and color at will (I have no idea if that’s how it actually works but I say it is) but she usually sticks to come kind of short sideshave/undercut in some shade of blue.

eye color: Natural eye color is green, but she usually has black scleras with a red circle

height: I had her at 5’8 until yesterday when I realized ya know what, I want a tall girl. So she’s 6 feet.

describe their body type: Skinny, small tiddies, but still fairly curvy

describe their style: Dark colors, leather jackets, lots of boots (also Johnny’s tank top and aviators)

do they wear makeup? Very smudgey eyeliner. Her upper lip is tattooed black and she usually leaves the bottom one bare

tattoos? any significant ones? Lots of tattoos that I haven’t figured out yet, except fir a modified version of the Valentinos neck tattoo, the V being to honor her brother Ven (she took on the name V to honor him too)

scars? Random ones here and there from random gunshots, stabbings, and other work-related injuries

piercings? A bunch that I can’t remember off the top of my head

cybernetics? Gorilla arms, the charge jump ankle ones, eventually she gets synth lungs as a preventative measure cause of the whole smoking thing

— FAVORITES

favorite place in night city: The streets of Heywood because they’re home to her, despite all the awful memories growing up. After Johnny comes along, she starts to like high places, and she loves to hang out on the patio outside Kerry’s house

favorite tv show and/or movie: She loves horror movies, except ghost one cause she doesn’t believe in ghosts so she just finds them dumb

favorite vehicle. do they prefer cars or motorcycles? Vastly prefers motorcycles, she hasn’t really driven a car much since she was a teenager. Her favorite is Jackie’s Arch.

favorite food: She sees food solely as a source of fuel, she will eat whatever is easiest

favorite drink: Tequila

favorite song: Black Dog :3

favorite type of weather: She LOVES the rain (but the water kind, not the acid kind)

favorite radio station: Vexelstrom, and then Morro Rock cause Samurai :3

favorite pastime: Working out, shooting ranges, Jackie and Vik got her into occasional boxing

— RELATIONSHIPS

what are their parents like? what kind of relationship do they have with your character? She had no memory of her parents and assumes they’re both dead

do they have any other family members? what kind of relationship do they have? She has a “brother”, who she knew only as Vendetta (or V). He found her on the streets and took her in when she was 10, and raised her from then on until he “died” 12 years later. Their relationship was great, despite the fact that he was not a very nice person to everyone else but her. 

who is their closest friend? Of course Jackie, and then Kerry (and Johnny ofc)

who are their other friends if they have them? Nope! :D

what are their exes like? any significant ones? She’s never really had a serious relationship, mostly just flings and acquaintances-with-benefits

are they in a relationship? with who and how is it going? Johnny! And it’s uh. Well, ya know.

who are their enemies? She has a passionate hatred for whichever corpo makes cyberpsychosis medication, and for Max Tac cause she sees them as responsible for the loss of her brother. And of course Arasaka.

have they ever lost anyone important to them? Her brother, Jackie, Johnny

would they betray their own morals for their loved ones? Abso-fucking-lutely

have they ever sacrificed something for someone they care about? if so, what? In one of my two canons for her, she gives Johnny her body

— BACKGROUND

where did they grow up in night city? if not from night city, where are they from? The streets of Heywood, then in a shitty apartment in Heywood

how would you describe their childhood? Miserable

were they well-off, poor or somewhere in between when growing up? After Ven took her in, they did have an apartment but because he needed monthly baloperidol (cyberpsycho meds) injections, they were quite poor

what kind of education did they receive? The only real education she ever got was “how to shoot a gun”

what is the biggest lesson they learned growing up? Everything and everyone in the world is going to try its best to destroy you. Destroy it first.

what is their happiest memory? A few weeks after Ven took her in and and it finally hit her, this was real, she had a home, someone that cared for her, and she never had to go hungry again,

what is their most painful memory? Watching her brother, in the middle of a psychotic break, being gunned down. After that it would be saying goodbye to Johnny (in the canon where that happens)

have they kept any meaningful mementos from their past? One of the revolvers she owns was given to her by her brother, and all of her piercings and a couple of her tattoos were done by him so they’re mementos, in a way

is there anything they would change about their past? She would do anything to save her brother.

[snarkwrites]

HEADCANONS: Stranger Things characters (any), made to attend a hay ride or corn maze. :P

Omg, thank you. Thank you. I’ve just gotten into this show and I seriously love it. I binged all of it in two days time, actually. Now I’m just patiently waiting on it to start back up. So thank you for this ask! Also a huge thanks for sending me fall because AHHHH I love spooky season so so so much.

I’m gonna do a few different characters. Mostly my bois and maybe a few of the younger characters. So this is gonna stay mostly clean. Kids, ya’ll can stay.

TAG SQUAD

There’s nobody on this particular tag list, but I know @rampagewriting​ enjoys the show and I think that maybe @chasingeverybreakingwave​ likes it. So for now I’ll tag the two of them.

[ tag doc - where you need to go if you want to be tagged \ masterlist \ about page - read before sending things maybe? ]

Under a read more because this is going to be long and I don’t want to stretch anybody’s dash out.

- billy hargrove -

⥂  It was his idea to go. “C’mon.. are you scared, darling? You know I’ll hold you.”

-- you were torn between annoyed and intrigued by the offer. even though you’ve always hated corn mazes and hayrides, you found yourself giving in before you even really thought about it.

⥂ The entire hayride consisted of Billy poking fun at ‘podunk little cow towns’ and pointing out the flaws in the costumes and choice of scares used. And you couldn’t help but laugh because honestly, he was right.

-- the most important take away from this is that despite the things people said about him all the time... He did not once allow you to feel afraid. he was right there with you the whole time. Yeah, he teased the shit out of you when you encountered something scary and you tensed up and coiled into him, but... he was actually sweet and kept you laughing.

⥂  The end of the night saw you two sitting on the hood of his trans am, sharing a bag of candy corn he took off Max and laughing while looking at the stars and moon.

- Jonathan Byers -

⥂  It was Nancy’s idea to go on the hayride. Since she was your friend and you knew she wouldn’t leave you alone, you agreed. You warned her that you weren’t there for the jump scares and the bullshit, but she just kind of gave that mysterious shrug and told you “Trust me. You’ll be glad you came tonight.”

-- She wasn’t lying either. When she showed up with Steve and you realized that Jonathan apparently wasn’t her date for the night, you were secretly jumping for joy. When it became clear that she was playing matchmaker, you were intrigued by it.

⥂ “If you get scared, I’m right here.” His breath was warm against your ear, it smelled like the cocoa you’d all four been drinking in copious amounts to keep warm while you waited on the ride to start. You smiled at him and tried to play it cool.

-- Tried until a hockey masked person came running out of the woods with one of those cheap prop axes raised over their heads. You wound up burying your face in his chest and swearing about jump scares. He chuckled and his hands rubbed at your back until you calmed down.

⥂  It was a spider that got you sitting in his lap though when the ride started. He tried to find it and kill it, but when you’d swatted it away, you sent it scattering for parts unknown. “My hero.” you teased, making him give you that cute little grin.

⥂  Steve and Nancy deserted ya’ll to go to a haunted house in town at the end of the ride. You and Jonathan wound up riding around until at least 12. Then you wound up back at the Byers house, cozied up on the couch together with Will and Mike and Eleven, watching some horror movie marathon while sharing candy.

- Steve Harrington -

⥂ What could go wrong doing a corn maze with Steve and Robin and the Party, right? Well..

-- First of all, it was a HAUNTED corn maze. Yeah.. with clowns and ghosts and illusions and jump scares. Before you’d even gotten into the maze fully, you were practically climbing Steve like a goddamn tree because a giant mechanical spider came racing right for your ankles. Steve just laughed and let you wrap around him and hide your face. “It’s not even that scary, babe.” he was trying to comfort you, smoothing those hands over your hair. Robin was giggling and both Dustin and Mike agreed that you had “one hell of a scream.” because of course, the party all ran off ahead of you and Robin and Steve. When you looked up from the little moment, Robin was giving you a wink and you quickly realized what your best friend was up to.

⥂ You got to see Steve’s lightning quick reflexes in action and you came away with no doubt in your mind that if you were ever in danger, he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe. A person dressed as a zombie chased you guys at one point and he picked you up, taking off at a run, laughing the whole time.

⥂  Things wrapped up with Steve going around and dropping off all the kiddos and then letting Robin out at her girlfriends. You two had to help her sneak up to said girlfriend’s dorm room. Then, to your susrprise, he grabbed hold of your hand and looked you in the eyes. “I had a good time tonight.. Do you wanna ride around? Maybe split some of this candy Dustin gave me?”

-- Of course you said yes. You two wound up driving around. Stopping at a diner in town because it was still open and they had what Steve claimed was the best hot cocoa.

[you-know-like-the-bird]

The Day of All Might Merch

Hello again! This is the second piece for ‘The Day’s of Chaos’.

I don’t have much to say lol, so I hope you guys enjoy.

First part is here

-

Hitoshi should have considered that when it comes to him and his two idiot friends, even a grocery store run was bound to go wrong. 

 It's around 11pm, on a Saturday, and it's just him, Izuku and Mei in the corner store near his house. They're here to restock on snacks to continue movie night, because snacks are the only good thing about movie night between Izuku's habit of loudly voicing his disappointment with the unrealistic plot and detective work (That's not how the police work!), and Mei's compulsive need to jump around during actions scenes because adrenaline. 

 The cashier looks one blink away from completely slumping over where she stands leaning behind the register, and Hitoshi feels sorry for even stepping into the store the moment her tired gaze passes right over him and morphs into a equally tired sigh that seems to beg for the sweet release of death. None the less, snacks, so the best Hitoshi can do for the poor girl is pick his snacks up and get out of here quickly.  

 And then, because when he's with these two it feels like his bad luck triples somehow, a store robber walks into the store. It's not immediately obvious, because Hitoshi is more busy contemplating between two bags of crisps even when he knows he's just going to end up buying both, and the seedy looking guy just sort of... roams around a bit. Later, thinking over the incident with a slightly clearer mind, Hitoshi will realize that the guy was probably making sure that the place was reasonably scarce of people that could call the police, before heading over to the cash register and pulling a gun out from the pockets of his hoodie. He holds it up at the cashier, who jerks awake with eyes widening in horror, and the guy jerks his head towards the cash register with a sneer on his mouth. 

 "If you wanna live after this darlin' you're gonna give me all the money you have in that register." Then, turning his head slightly but never completely taking his eyes off the cashier he shouts, "I want all of y'all to come to the front of the store, before I shoot this girl's fucking brains out!" 

 Mei's got a dangerous look in her eye, standing near the magazine rack near the front of the store as she slowly rolls up the magazine she has in her hands. The robber's mostly got a clear sight of her, but he still jerks his gun impatiently to have her standing closer to the cash register. Hitoshi very slowly puts the packet of Crips back and walks over to where the robber can see him, hands half lifted in the air the way people reflexively do when a gun is pointed at their way. The robber eyes him as he comes to stand to Mei's right and huffs, "Good. Nice and peaceful, and no one gets hurt. I don't see you getting my money girl." 

 The cashier is shaking when she finally reaches for the cash register and at this point Hitoshi realizes, the robber doesn't know that there is a fifth person in this store. His eyes try to track his best friend down and find him warily peeking out from behind some of the shelves, and Hitoshi belatedly remebers he does somewhat vaguely recall Izuku saying something about having to go to the bathroom. His eyes skip back to the robber, who's sneering at the steady trail of tears under the cashier's eyes as she follows his instructions. Sure, that the robber's attention is pointedly away from him, he turns back to Izuku and subtly gestures towards the door before shaking a fist with his thumb and pinkie sticking out in a call gesture while mouthing, 'Call the police'. 

 Thank god, Izuku understands, because he nods his head with a determined look on his face, and starts inching towards the front doors.  

 "The fuck're you looking at kid?" 

 Hitoshi's attention snaps back to the robber just as the guy goes to peer over his shoulder, and he ends up saying the first thing that comes to his mind, "You know your hoodie's really stupid, right?" His quirk is ready behind a question that just needs to be answered (Albeit a stupid question. His hoodie, really?) for this all to come to a clean close. Not so clean when they get to the police station though, where he'll probably get a hell of a scolding for using his quirk at all, but that's for a time when a gun isn't pointed at him, so Hitoshi chooses the lesser of the two evils like not getting shot. 

 The robber raises an eyebrow at him but isn't fooled, knowing what a diversion probably looks like, but by the point he gets a proper look behind himself Izuku has already managed to slip back behind the shelves he was using as cover. Seeing nothing there, the robber turns back to Hitoshi and scoffs, "Wouldn't be robbing a grocery store if I could buy a proper hoodie, kiddo." 

 And that's it. A response, all that Hitoshi needs, to slip control over the guy's mind like wrapping a bento box in plastic to keep it from spilling. Except then, it's not that easy, because it's like his mental fingers slip right off the guy's mind, and Hitoshi is left grasping at air.  

 It takes everything in Hitoshi not to give a reaction, and he prays the guy can't feel his slip up like Hitoshi can when someone manages to evade him in the form of that mental but all too real feeling of feeling something slip from his grasp. But the guy just smiles humorlessly, "Tried something there, didn't you? Won't work near me kid, got my handy dandy quirk that puts out nifty quirks like yours like pouring sand on fire." 

 Hitoshi grimaces but becomes even more wary of looking in Izuku's direction. If he wants his friend to get out of here before this robber notices, he can't make any more slip ups like that again, especially if he can't use his quirk against this guy's quirk. So, it's with a casual air of defiance, a, 'fuck you, you don't scare me' that Hitoshi leans back against the counter behind him and asks the robber, "So. Why a grocery store?" 

 Mei takes this as her chance to jump in, probably knowing what Hitoshi's attempting if she's been paying attention. The cashier seems to be keeping quiet hiccuping sobs to herself as she empties out the cash register into a small duffle bag the guy had handed over to her, and Hitoshi really wishes they could comfort the poor girl somehow right about now. No one deserves to be put on the spot at the other end of a gun like that, and Hitoshi can only hope they can handle this carefully before anyone gets shot or worse.  

 Mei twists the magazine into a tighter roll in her hands, probably wishing she would whack someone's head with it right about now, "Yeah, what gives? I know a guy with a gun could do way better, like a jewelry store or something." 

 The robber laughs bitterly, but takes the bait, "You think this shit's easy kid? I'd like to see you try and not get caught robbing a jewelry store. I've got a kid I need to get back to at the end of the day." 

 Mei raises an eyebrow, "You have a kid?" 

 The robber sneers, "Sure fucking do. So, I suggest you keep your mouth shut, missy, ‘cause you don't know half of what you're sprouting right now." 

 "Mmmm, yeah, I dunno-" Mei takes the conversation completely into her hands, and Hitoshi risks a quick glance at Izuku to see if he's managed to get out yet. It confuses him, therefore, when he finds Izuku just standing there, still behind the shelf, but eyes fixed firmly somewhere to Hitoshi's right. When Hitoshi follows Izuku's gaze, his eyes come to land on a small rack boasting hero merchandise. He doesn't understand first, why Izuku's still staring at the rack like he's found the meaning of life on it, but then his eyes catch onto a particular row of packets near the top. Specifically, small packaged All Might figurines, kinda poor quality and having that sort of melty look to them, but Hitoshi has seen these ones before. He remembers these to be the ones Izuku's trying to complete a set of, with five different figurines available, but lacking only one. 

 And, even with how absurd the thought is because they are in the middle of a fucking robbery, Hitoshi realizes what Izuku is looking for.  

 The last figurine. 

 During a robbery. 

 His eyes snap back to Izuku just in time for his green haired friend to look at him in turn, and there's a single silent moment where Hitoshi can see the stubbornness flare in his friend's eyes. He makes a harsh slicing gesture with his hands, still keeping them low so the robber doesn't see, but Izuku's gaze only flicks between the figurines, then him. He does it again, a bit more aggressively this time because his friend is being ridiculous right now, this guy has a gun, but Izuku only inches out from behind the shelf and starts towards them, in the opposite direction of the door. He probably thinks he can snag one of those packets with the robber standing just somewhat in front of the rack and faced the other way, but Hitoshi believes this is all stupid none the less. He’s aggressively mouthing at him to, 'go back, turn around you fucking idiot' when the game is finally given up with a loud, "Who the fuck are you?!" 

 The robber has turned his back completely to Hitoshi, Mei and the cashier, who watches this whole scene with wide terrified eyes and tears dried on her cheeks, but Hitoshi slaps a hand lightly against his forehead as Izuku freezes halfway between the shelves and the robber. The robber who waves the gun wildly around in the air, and Hitoshi realizes that the guy's been downright pleasant until now that he's been startled. 

 "Uh-" 

 "Where the fuck did you come from kid, were you hiding in the fucking store?" The man twists to look at the little group of three by the cash register, eyes wild and aggressive, “You think I'm a fucking idiot, huh? Think I won't shoot a bunch of kids to get away?" 

 "Sir, please-" 

 "No!" The man bellows, turning to look at Izuku once more, and Hitoshi realizes this is seriously getting out of hand now as the robber’s voice rises just that bit higher into hysterical, "I can't get arrested! I've got a fucking kid to take care of, and I'm not about to take your fucking shit!" 

 The man points his gun, and shoots. 

 Immediately, all five of them fall to the floor, the cashier going to duck behind the counter with a loud sob-scream. Hitoshi's ears are ringing, and he still can't use his quirk on his guy because of the robber’s own fucking quirk. Maybe the guy was bluffing about shooting them, maybe not, but this particular shot has gone wide and missed Izuku by several feet. Hitoshi notes this as he scrambles to his feet and tries to inch-shuffle-hurry towards the door. It's his best chance, with the guy's back still turned to him as he screams at Izuku. But Izuku, crouched on the floor with his hands still clasped over his head, sees him making towards the exit and says, "Hitoshi, be careful!" 

 Hitoshi has only a second to feel absolutely betrayed, because he could have gotten away, but guess they're all going to die now, huh? before he spots the floor wet sign from the corner of his eye and trips. 

 Hands waving wildly, Hitoshi tries to grab onto the nearest thing to him, which happens to be the rack of All Might merch, but the thing's not sturdy enough to take his weight and keep standing, so it gets knocked aside as he falls on his ass. The rack teeters, and then falls right on the robber, who goes down under it lack a sack of bricks. 

 Thank God, his hand wasn't anywhere near the trigger, when the gun slips from his hand and slides across the tiled floor all of a few meters away. The man groans, loud and disoriented, and Hitoshi can relate, because what the fuck just happened? Did he really take out a guy with a gun by slipping on the wet floor? 

 Mei's not caught up in any of their musing though, and cleanly leaps over the fallen rack before dropping down onto her haunches and stabbing the guy with the business end of her taser. She watches in glee as it delivers who knows how many volts worth of shock into him, only whispering a delighted, "Get tazed, bitch." And only withdrawing after the guy is most certainly unconscious.  

 There a moment of stillness, where they're all holding their breaths, before Izuku whispers, "The police are probably going to be here soon." And of course, just as he says this, Hitoshi hears the distant sound of sirens. 

 It's enough for him to completely fall back and lay flat on the tiled floor of the store, uncaring of how dirty it is. "What the fuck." 

 "Oh yeah, you can say that again!" 

 Hitoshi groans lowly, "Mei, don't sound so upbeat after we almost just died." 

 "But we didn't! We didn't die, and I got to test my baby in a real-life robbery!" 

 "Um-" Hitoshi's vision is suddenly filled with a concerned Izuku hovering over him, "You okay Toshi?" 

 But Hitoshi only eyes the smooth way that Izuku slips a packet of plastic into his pocket and narrows his eyes, "You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" 

 Izuku laughs nervously, "Hah, maybe. I knew we'd be okay since I'd already called the police." 

 "A fucking gun Izuku. The police getting here would not save any of us from a bullet wound." 

 Izuku's face smooths over then, in that one moment, "He wouldn't though. Shoot us. He's got a kid at home." 

 And Hitoshi, he feels so tired, "Could've been a lie." 

 Izuku only shakes his head. 

 Hitoshi lets his eyes slip close, in that moment, because he can hear Mei gentling herself to calm down the cashier as the poor girl finally releases all that stress in the form of a fresh wave of tears. There's the distant sounds of the police cars getting closer, and the warmth of Izuku's palm that fits snugly into his. And Hitoshi wants to be mad at him, probably will be when all of this finally gets a chance to catch with him, but right now all he can think of is how it's so much work to hold a grudge, so why bother? The adrenaline is wearing off, he's still curious as to just how this guy's quirk works exactly and just how it countered his own, but those questions can be asked later. Hopefully his Ma won't be too mad at picking them up from the police station (she might be once she hears just how things went down), and then he can go home with his two best friends and sleep. 

 But most of all, he hopes the guy's kid makes it out okay. 

[theredconversegirl]

Game On | SasuSaku

| prequel |

Rating: T Word Count: 1942 Romance/Humour

Notes: Based on this post. 

Read also on FanFiction | AO3 

~ Happy Reading! :) ———————————————————————

“Seriously, Sasuke-kun, it can’t be that difficult. Do you even know how to do a search in your inbox?”

“It’s not like I don’t know how to, I just can’t find the fucking tickets.” His eyebrows knit together as he continues to stare at the screen. “Why are they in my email inbox and not yours?”

“Well for starters, you bought the tickets. I was working and you were the only one that could be in front of a computer at the time.” Sakura explains as she joins him on the couch, plopping careless just an inch away from him. He bounces with the force and grunts in disapproval. “You know how these things sold out faster than you can say tickets.”

Sasuke knows that, he remembers the struggle very well. They buy the tickets every year – it’s their tradition – but every year, Sakura is the one taking care of the purchase and technicalities, making sure that they have the best seats for the season, and they buy it in time before everything is gone.

They met each other almost four years ago, at a Leaf hockey game of all places. She was there sitting in his seat, eating a hot dog, cheering like a mad-man and cussing like a sailor. It was amusing, almost more entertaining than the game itself.

Well, it was his own fault, he was late. He didn’t leave work with enough time to avoid traffic. In the end, the pinkette had moved over to his seat because someone was blocking her view on hers.

It was reasonable, he thought. However, it was still his seat and now he was there. They spent the first half of the game arguing about the seat’s ownership (it seems as he ran through the hallways and down the stairs, he had dropped his ticket; thus, he was unable to prove the truthfulness of his statement).

Their squabbling got the attention of pretty much everyone around them. Still, to this day, they don’t know how they ended up on the kiss cam. It was probably all the noise they were making, or the fact that they were both standing there jabbing each other, not watching the game.

The big screen zoomed in on ‘their seat’ as they both stood, puffed chest brushing puffed chest, almost breathless. Suddenly, there was a chorus of “kiss, kiss, kiss” and they finally noticed the attention they’d drawn to themselves. They both looked around each other, not believing that this was actually happening.

It was on the nth “kiss” that Sakura reached up, grasped the hair on the back of his neck, and pulled him towards her, smashing their lips together. It was not a surprise that, in the end, they shared that damn seat with Sakura sprawled on his lap sideways, stealing kisses as they watched the end of the game completely wrapped around each other.

Sasuke knew she was the one since that eventful day.

“It’s supposed to be here then,” he says but it sounds like a question.

“It is.”

“But it’s not.”

“You bought them weeks ago, did you scroll back to the right date?”

Silence. It’s not like he doesn’t know how to use a computer… it’s just that technicalities, dates, emails… those are Sakura’s things and since they got together, she’s the one doing them for him. He tries to remember when he bought the tickets, but no number comes to his mind.

“Month?”

Now she’s mocking him and he gives her that look ‘I’m not that dumb’, because they both know by heart when the ticket sales start.

“Come on, give me give me.” She urges him to slide the laptop from his lap to hers.

She grabs it before he has the chance to lift the device, and her fingers are already posed over the keys, one finger sliding expertly on the touchpad.

“Ok, so we just filter your inbox by month,” she starts, narrating her actions as if she was teaching him all over again. The patience and the kindness in her words bring a silly, amused smile to his lips. “And then, we press the search icon, type in the keyword ‘order’ and...”

As she trails off, he watches the bright screen while the computer indexes the search string. It should only take a second or two; it’s not like he orders tons of things online.

They are both looking at the screen expectantly when a couple results show up. The first one makes them both freeze in place. The email is dated two weeks ago and the subject reads “Order confirmation: ready for pick up.”

Nothing to worry about, right? Except, the name of the sender: “The One Jewelry Store – The best rings in Konoha.”

SHIT. FUCK. SHIT.

WHAT’S HAPPENING?

She seems calm while he looks calm, but internally he’s panicking and swearing and thinking of one hundred and one excuses.

He almost chokes on his own spit as she continues to type the word “Leaf” and “Hockey” in the search bar, the incriminating email disappearing between the new results.

Is he relieved? A little. Should they talk about it? Don’t know, should they?

Maybe she didn’t notice; she didn’t open the email after all. This is what he tells himself, but then again, that is a pretty famous store and they only sell two things: wedding bands and engagement rings.

They are not married.

Sure, it feels like it, after years living together. Sasuke kind of moved himself in (slowly to not scare her or himself, because what they have started so abruptly). So, in increments, he moved in and never left.

But then, that means that she probably knows what he ‘ordered’ and ‘picked up’ two weeks ago.

Oh, shit.

Sasuke visibly flinches, waiting for a blow of questions or something. He opens his eyes, only now realizing that he had closed them in the first place. He notices that she’s still typing, moving her finger around, clicking here and there.

The printer comes to life with a beep in the other room and he hears as it starts to print their confirmation email for the season’s tickets.

“Ok done!” She says so quickly that he almost doesn’t understand both words. She smashes the lid closed and hands him the laptop.

Sakura gets up, humming some crappy romantic music she picked up from the radio last week and hasn’t stopped listening to ever since. She disappears in the corner of the hallway, only to come back two seconds later, folding the papers they need to show the box office to pick up the tickets tomorrow. She leaves the papers by the front door, on the shelf beside their keys.

Sasuke watches, still astonished, as she passes by him without a second glance, completely avoiding eye contact.

He’s still on the couch, unmoving, ten minutes later when she comes back from her shower, hair damp and in her pajamas.

She turns on the TV and goes to the kitchen. Sasuke narrows his eyes and chews his bottom lip. He’s not sure if he’s happy that she’s avoiding the elephant in the room or not. Does she even know?

The uncertainty is eating him alive, but he continues to feign nonchalance even when his girlfriend bakes four batches of cookies.  She does this when she’s antsy or anxious, waiting for something important, he knows all too well.

Sometime later, he can’t say how long, Sakura finally joins him back on the couch with a bowl full of cookies. He almost snorts, because it’s too adorable, but thinks better of it.

“Cookies?” She offers, and he reaches for one without chocolate chips.

A movie starts and they watch it in silence. The comfort they usually have around each other returns, and Sasuke is finally able to relax. Instinctively, he circles her waist with his arm and brings her closer.

Half way into the movie, he notices she’s glancing at him every now and then. She smiles even though it’s a horror movie, and he catches the faint giggle that escapes her lips. Something inside his chest squeezes in reflex.

“Why are you smiling like that? You look stupid.” He genuinely wants to know, kind of guesses it already, but decides to tease her anyway.

“It’s because I’m stupidly happy,” she singsongs before a real, full giggle escapes her.

“Oh, why?” There is mischief in his eyes and he’s sure she can tell.

“Well, no reason, really.”  She curls a finger around a pink lock, twirling her hair playfully. “You’re here, with me, FOREVER, so I’m happy.”

“You’re crazy,” he says, ruffling her hair and she pouts. “But you’re my crazy.” His voice is soft and it’s that tone he reserves only for her. She bumps her shoulder to his arm, retaliating lightheartedly.

She giggles and he chuckles, and in no time they are both laughing. Sakura is wiping a tear when he asks, “Why are we laughing?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you do know, right?”

He pinches her chin, urging her to face him. They lock eyes, and he searches for anything that confirms that she understands what’s happening. Her green, green eyes sparkle as it catches the TV’s wavering light, and her whole face lights up. She gives him a coy smile.

He can’t help but kiss her, because he loves this damn, silly woman that argues over stolen seats and bakes cookies because she can’t sit still when something is on her mind.

He presses their lips urgently, and her hands are in his hair as she moves into his lap. There’s barely any space left between them, and there’s so much passion that Sasuke can’t think of anything else than this woman: this annoying, infuriating woman. This gorgeous, beautiful woman that stole his heart at a Hockey game, two minutes after they first met.

And he knows, that his decision is the best one he’s made in his entire life. He also knows that is long overdue; he should have asked her to be his, and only his, years ago. The kiss slows down to a sweet and sensual dance that makes him fall in love all over again.

His wife.

She is going to be his wife.

They part for much needed air. Sakura smiles and plants a peck on the tip of his nose. He can’t help but mimic the gesture.

“So, can we play hot and cold?”

“Get the ice and meet me in the bedroom.” He winks at her, then smirks smugly.  

“No, not that hot and cold, pervert!” She slaps his arm playfully and he gives her a boyish grin. “So?”

“Absolutely not.” No, he’s not playing her game, she’s not going to ruin what he’s planned.

“Sasuke-kun!” She whines sweetly, “but, it’s here, right?”

He averts his gaze, because he knows that he’s incapable of lying to her, but the move probably gives the answer away. “You’re a smart girl, you can figure this one out.”

She groans, frustrated. She moves away from his lap, standing up and placing both hands on her hips. She twirls around herself; scanning everything, but looking for one thing.

Sasuke only observes as she stalks to their bedroom. Another groan follows. She’s probably continuing her search, knowing that there’s a ring in their apartment, just waiting for her to find it.

He sighs, slouching back on the couch, thinking over his plan. He knows exactly what to do. He can only hope that the stubborn woman in the other room won’t ruin it.

He pats his back pocket thoughtfully, sighing in relief as he finds the lump there.

He smirks.

Game. On.

[metamorphicrocky]

For a writing prompt, can we get a what if Gary watches a classic horror/action movie with Little Cato? I adore the way you write their interactions;w;

this prompt? absolutely wonderful. dadspeed was made canon so I immediately had to do this one because ohhh my god this is perfect. and thank you!!!

After a long day of running errands and doing maintenance on the ship, Gary tosses his jacket at the chair in his room haphazardly. He quickly rips his shirt off, hissing at the slight pull on his fresh scars and the tightness in his muscles from pretty intense labor. He kicks off his boots as he undoes his belt, then he slips out of his jeans.

He really needs a shower, but screw it. It can wait until after he wakes up. Gary snatches his pair of pajama pants from the floor because this ship just cannot get warm and puts them on. Oh, the softness of the new pants makes him even sleepier than he was before. His bed sounds so nice right now.

Without hesitation, Gary sluggishly climbs up the ladder to his bed and promptly collapses, his head hitting the pillow with a content sigh. He’s going to be surprised if he wakes up at any time before ten.

The blond slides underneath the sheets and closes his eyes, ready for a much needed—

Quiet footsteps can be heard outside of Gary’s room. It sounds like someone shuffling nervously in front of his door, and Gary really does not want to deal with people right now. Can’t it wait until he’s not dead tired?

So, he ignores it. Tries to forget that it’s even there. His eyes close, the sound being ignored. Gary begins to drift off to sleep, nuzzling his head into his pillow and—

A knock. At the door. Gary’s eyes shoot open as he groans into his pillow. It was quiet though, so maybe whoever it is will go away? Maybe it was an accidental knock? A second knock, louder and more certain than the previous one. Well, crap. Now he can’t ignore it.

Gary sits up, ready to tell the person to go away so that he can sleep when the person at the door whispers, “Gary?”

Oh shit. The man flings himself off of his bed, his tiredness nearly forgotten if it isn’t for the way he sways as he tries to rush to the door. Gary shuffles over to it, slapping the button on the wall, opening the door.

“Hey, buddy. What’s up?” Gary asks with a rough yet inviting voice, looking down at Little Cato.

The kid’s fur is matted down in certain spots, his mohawk an absolute mess in the worst case of bedhead Gary has ever seen. The poor boy is swimming in a pink shirt that he had to borrow from Ash—and he really means swimming, Little Cato’s shorts cannot be seen underneath it—after his clothes got ruined earlier in the day, and Gary doesn’t know why it’s so big on him when Ash isn’t that much taller than the Ventrexian. But Gary has to admit that it’s absolutely adorable, making the kid look much younger than his fourteen years from both that and his tired, messy appearance.

Little Cato rings his hands together, refusing to lift his head from where he’s currently staring at Gary’s stomach. “I’m sorry, you were sleeping so I can just—”

“—go away and be sad by myself?” Gary finishes sarcastically. His kid winces at the callout.

Gary sighs as he kneels down in front of Little Cato. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now tell Gary what’s going on, or I’m carrying you like a sack of potatoes to your bed.”

Gary uses his flesh hand to tilt the boy’s head upwards, finally allowing them to make eye contact. He looks upset, almost on the verge of tears as he nervously bites his bottom lip. Little Cato’s soft hands grab onto Gary’s fingers as he pulls them away from the boy’s chin, and he fiddles with them to avoid answering the question for a moment longer.

“Can’t sleep,” he admits quietly, like it’s some sort of curse that shouldn’t be heard.

Well, Gary might pass out from exhaustion at any moment, so this will be a very quick comfort session. Distraction and making the kid fall asleep it is.

Gary stands back up with a grunt. Geez, he isn’t even that old, shouldn’t this wait another decade? Well, now that he’s thinking about it, being a parent probably is not helping the stress on his still healing body.

“Go get every blanket and pillow you can, we’re making a fort in front of the TV. While you gather the supplies for what is going to be the best pillow fort in all of existence, I am making us hot chocolate. Sound good, Spidercat?” Gary says cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood.

The kid nods and runs off, so Gary heads to the kitchen. This is the moment where Gary is very thankful that he knows the random information of how to make hot chocolate from scratch because otherwise, this would be an absolute disaster. Since hot chocolate is an earth thing, and definitely is not on this ship. As the new father quickly puts together the mix into a kettle, he fondly listens to Little Cato’s bare feet running around the ship back and forth in his quest. And he can’t help but just be glad that the kid is finally approaching him without worry. Well, there’s still some hesitation, but it’ll be better soon.

He hopes.

Gary turns the stove off and fills their ridiculous matching mugs—with the ugliest drawing of a fish Gary has ever seen that just says “habpy to sea u” because yes, the misspelling and terrible fish made them lose it so much in the store that they almost got kicked out—they bought while stopping for supplies the other day. He tops it off with some whipped cream and sprinkles because damn it if he’s going to make comfort hot chocolate, he has to do it right!

He carefully brings the two mugs into the TV room and sets them down on the side table. Gary stands next to his son who is just staring down the blankets with intense focus, his fingers to his chin in thought.

“You didn’t want to at least start setting it up?” Gary asks.

Little Cato rubs the back of his neck, his ears shrinking down onto his head as he laughs nervously. “I, um–I’ve never…done this before?” he trails off uncertainly.

Gary gasps, grabbing at his chest in pain. “What?! Okay, no, I am so glad that I am a genius because I cannot allow my son to continue on without ever making a CASTLE out of pillows and blankets. Buddy, prepare to have your whole world rocked.”

Gary grabs as many chairs as he can carry and gives orders to the kid on where the chairs should go, how to lay out the blankets right, and the optimal pillow positions. After about fifteen minutes of intense pillow forting, their masterpiece is complete.

“There. How’s it look, bud?” Gary asks, surveying the absolutely massive fort before him.

“It looks sick! Can I jump in it?” Little Cato is bouncing up and down in anticipation to get inside.

Gary ruffles his hair and nods. He uses his newly discovered dad reflexes, as Little Cato likes to call them, to whip out his phone and hit record to catch a video of the kid running and jumping straight into the nest of pillows. Little Cato lands with a soft thud and rolls around in it, laughing the whole time. Gary smiles, and he laughs as Little Cato turns himself into a burrito using a blanket.

Gary turns off his phone and slips underneath the small entrance to the fort to join his kid, grabbing their hot chocolates on the way. Little Cato unravels himself to share the blanket, taking his now lukewarm hot chocolate to take a big chunk out of the whipped cream.

“It’s nice in here,” Little Cato says, shifting closer to his dad. “How have I never done this before?”

“I have no idea, but it’s a crime that has now been remedied.” Gary wraps his arm around his kid, bringing him even closer and wrapping the blanket around them both tightly. “Now, what movie do you wanna watch?”

He shrugs, licking at the whipped cream and trying to get every single sprinkle. “You can pick, but it’s gotta have action. A lot. Like explosions and guns and everything!”

Little Cato makes an explosion noise, throwing his arms out and accidentally hitting Gary in the face in the process. They both laugh, but Gary can’t possibly let the kid get away without revenge. So he puts the kid in a headlock and ruffles his hair intensely.

His boy shouts in protest, even though he’s snickering, and he starts wriggling to get out of the hold. “Dad, come on,” Little Cato laughs. “Stop it!”

“Am I ruining your mane, little man? Because it was already a mess, hate to tell you,” Gary teases, but he lets goes of him with one final noogie.

The little rascal doesn’t even try to fix his hair once Gary lets go of him, he just smiles up at Gary as he starts scrolling through the movies available.

“Gimme a joke. The dad ones that Nightfall hates,” Little Cato says.

“Okay, wanna hear a joke about construction?” Little Cato nods excitedly. “Well, I’m still working on it!” Gary delivers enthusiastically.

The kid immediately dissolves into a pile of giggles, hiding his face against Gary’s side which only means that the blond can feel how hard the kid is laughing. Gary smiles fondly as he continues to scroll, his kid failing to calm down next to him. Despite Little Cato saying his first dad joke was lame, the kid has asked him for one at least three times a day.

“Oh hell yeah, you ever seen Iron Man?” Gary asks as he stumbles across the title.

Little Cato is still laughing, but he tries to respond anyways, “Never heard of it.”

Oh, Gary is really gonna have to teach this kid about all the classics soon. He can’t stand to think of his son having lived fourteen years and not knowing about Marvel.

“Oh, you’re gonna love it. It’s a superhero movie with a ton of action, sound good to you?”

The boy nods, so Gary hits play.

The two of them get comfortable as the movie starts, and the moment that Tony’s car gets blown up, Little Cato gets hooked. He’s annoyed that they had to go and show backstory, but he waits patiently.

Until the scene where Tony hooks up with the reporter, and Gary definitely covers the kid’s eyes as Little Cato says, “Ewww.” It makes Gary laugh.

They keep watching, and Gary can see Little Cato begin to doze off during the boring beginning, but the moment it goes back to when Tony got hit with shrapnel, his kid is wide awake and ready to watch.

The poor boy loves Yinsen, and Gary can’t do anything except watch his heart get broken. But it’s okay in the end since he gets really excited when he sees the suit in action. So excited that he leans forward and away from Gary, sitting with his legs crossed, his chin resting on his hands.

The blond stretches out his back and lays down with a content sigh. At this point, he stops watching the movie that he’s seen a bunch of times and instead watches his boy, who he’s also seen a lot, but watching Little Cato is so much better than the movie. The movie never changes no matter how many times he watches it, but Little Cato? The kid is constantly changing and growing as he experiences more things, and Gary loves seeing how he grows every day. The star-struck look in his eyes as he sees Tony build the kickass first suit makes Gary’s heart clench.

So, warm and content, focused on his son’s entertaining commentary about the movie, Gary drifts off to sleep in a pillow fort.

—-

“Gary! He just saved all of these people, and he did the cool walk away from an explosion thing?! This movie is so awe—”

Little Cato turns around, only to cut himself off when he sees the man behind him, laying on his side and absolutely passed out asleep. He smiles, then grabs the remote to pause the movie. They can finish it tomorrow when Gary is awake.

Little Cato drinks the rest of Gary’s hot chocolate, which is not hot anymore, and puts their mugs to the side. He carefully lays down next to him to avoid waking him up, and the kid gently adjusts the blanket so it covers them both. Little Cato cuddles up to Gary ever so quietly, a smile on his face as he closes his eyes.

“Night, Dad,” he whispers. “Love you.”

With that, Little Cato joins his dad in much needed rest.

[angrypixie-sarisa]

Time to move on

Piedras rodantes pt. 18

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean

Summary: You made a promise to yourself and kissing goodbye your valid and annoying crying self. With the help of certain Winchester.

Disclaimer: I wanted to post something holiday related and i still will, even when x-mas just passed. But as you know, the holidays are bussy time, specially when you promised everyone you would cook the x-mas dinner.

“Y/N, give me my phone back.” Dean’s warning tone filled your ears. You climbed into the couch, jumping on its cushions.

“Nope. Not until you apologize.”

“Oh, come on. You’re gonna cry for that?” He had a smug smile in his face. He had told you that you’re magic wasn’t quite that impressive since he never felt the effects of it or because you didn’t use the hex bags like other witches he had seen.

“I’m not gonna cry, I’m just not gonna give you your phone. Enjoy telling Lisa why you were late.” Even when you were on the couch, you barely could see him in the eye. Estupido gigante. He reached for his phone and you moved it towards the opposite site. He repeated the action only to be met by the same resolution. You placed your hand on his shoulder looking at his eyes.

“Face it, Winchester, the only way you’re getting this back, is apologizing.”

“Yeah, that’s what you think.” He held the arm touching his shoulder close, not letting you move it, as he took his phone form your free hand. He let you go, checking for any voicemails. They were none.

“Ooooh, you’re getting your ass kicked.” You teased, laughing at his bothered face.

“Whose fault is that?”

You climbed down the couch and went for your painting supplies, suddenly in the mood for painting. You shrugged as you leaned down, reaching for one of the canvasses resting upon the wall.

“Yours. You shouldn’t play with words you’re not ready to accept the consequences for.” You turned to his bitch face staring at you.

“You really are…”

“A pain in your ass. I know. You’ve said it before.” You placed the canvas on your easel. His attention wasn’t directed at you anymore, he was frowning, responding to his text messages.  

“Dean, just go.” His head turned towards you.

“What?”

“Go.” You laughed. You pushed him towards your front door.

“Tell them I said hi, and tell Ben that I’m still up to watch the baseball game with him if you guys are still going out. But for that to happen, you need to go.” When you reached your door, he stopped and turned to look at you, apologetically.

“Its fine, we’ll hang out some other time.”

“Okay, um, sorry.” You smiled reassuringly before saying again that it was okay. As you pushed him slightly out of your house, your hand spanked him. You covered your mouth with both your hands instantly. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Hey! Now, I’m getting mixed signals here, Y/N.” He was just as surprised as you.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Dean. I did it out of reflex, I swear.”

“What? How do you do that out of reflex?”

“Well, not that is any of your concern, but that’s how I playfully show affection to the people I care about. Well, the ones that give me consent.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“You spank Diego and Tyler?” You shrugged and nodded. For the three of you, it was something normal.

“Do you also spank Ximena (he-meh-nah)?” You nodded again.

“Did you use to spank Sammy?” Now he was mocking you.

“That’s it; get out of my property, Winchester.” He left laughing to himself. No he had a story to tell.

   “You spanked him?!” Tyler exclaimed while he and the others laughed. You punched him lightly in the chest as he hugged your shoulders, still laughing.

“It was out of reflex! Ya, dejen de estar chingando.” Diego drank from his beer as his boyfriend neared him and sat on his lap.

“Yo te entiendo amiga, pero para que lo hayas hecho por reflejo solo puede significar una cosa.” Ximena pointed at you with an acussatory finger.

“You’re getting confortable with him.” Tyler said before taking a bite of a fresh out of the oven brownie.

“Oh, please, don’t say that. It’s already bad that she fell for the younger Winchester, she”-

“Excuse you, Diego, but who the fuck told you I’m falling for Dean fucking Winchester?”

“Oh, come on.” Ximena continued. “He may be a hunter but he’s hot as fuck.”

“And he has a wife and a kid.” You pointed out.

“But you didn’t deny it.” There was Tyler again, making matters worse.

“Besides, she’s not his wife. She ain’t got a ring in that finger.” Ximena hugged you to her side and offered you a brownie, which you gladly accepted. Your gaze landed on Diego’s face, he looked extremely worried. He wasn’t looking at you, but you did hear his voice in your head. Pueblo que olvida su historia, está condenado a repetirla. You sighed.

“Listen, I’m not falling for Dean Winchester. He’s just…” The word friend left a sweet taste in your mouth. But you were hesitant in calling him that. You did consider him a friend and it was nice spending time with him. Frankly, it was refreshing the way he and Bobby treated you. They left they’re hunter prejudices behind and fully accepted you as you were. It surprised and left you with a warm feeling all over you. They may be your friends; however you had doubts about if you were theirs.

An expectant silence formed in Diego’s kitchen. Everybody eyed you cautiously. They could tease you from time to time, but they would always be there for you if you needed them. And they knew you would always be there for them. You were family and family always was there for each other.

Diego cleared his throat, before saying: “So you’re spending Noche Buena with us, right?”

You lifted your gaze from your brownie, which you didn’t know you were looking at. That warm feeling you were thinking of earlier returned. You smiled widely.

“Of course, someone has to help your mom and aunts with the dinner. Last time you decided to help, we had to order take out.” You all laughed at this, even Diego. Tyler took his face in his hand and drew him near for a short but sweet kiss.

“Yeah, baby, you know nothing of cooking. Let us do the work.”

You turned to Ximena, who was rolling her eyes at the lovey dovey couple.

“You’re spending Noche Buena with us, too, right?” She laughed through her nose and placed your arm around her shoulders, as her other arm snaked around your waist.

“Obviously, someone has to keep the tree safe from drunken uncles and our favorite drama of all times.”

In unison, you all said: “Who’s the best cook.” To which, you laughed.

   “I think we should invite Y/N to spend Christmas with us.” Dean stopped chopping the carrots and turned to look at Lisa, who was busy cooking the chicken.

“Uh, why would you think that?” Just days ago she wasn’t that happy of him spending time with you. At first, he thought she was jealous, but then he saw, he knew that it was just a constant fear. A fear that whenever he was around you, he would get the hunger, the urge to go back hunting. If only she knew that you were the one keeping him out of trouble. Whenever he thought there was something supernatural hiding in an empty building or a dark alley, you would always give the situation some thinking, looking for clues that would’ve meant a monster alert. He appreciated it every time you backed him up. You didn’t think he was paranoid or called him crazy or brushed him off. You helped prove his anxiety wrong and ease his nerves.

He liked hanging out with you. He felt that if he wanted to talk to you, to really open up to you like his brother did, you would understand. Not only because you knew about this part of the world were monsters, demons, ghosts and ghouls came to hangout and destroy the existence of humanity. But because he never felt you judge him, not when it came to serious topics. And most importantly, he never felt like you were being fake around him, in comparison with his so called “work friends”.

“Because she’s our friend and she gets along with Ben really well. And she always offers up her help if we ever need it.”

“I- I don’t think she celebrates Christmas. You know, with all the…” He cleared his throat and gestured vaguely in the air. Lisa saw him with a mocking smile.

“Well, you were a hunter and you really didn’t celebrate Christmas. You know…” She copied Dean’s gesture, earning a frown from him.

“Before us.”

“Hey.” Ben entered the kitchen while playing in his phone. He sat at the kitchen island and finished his game before looking between his mom and Dean.

“What were you talking about?”

Dean finished chopping the vegetables and placed them in a warm pan with butter in it. Lisa was already done with the chicken. She cleaned her hands with a napkin before leaning in the island in front of her son.

“What do you think about inviting Y/N to spend Christmas with us?” Her son’s eyes sparkled as he agreed to the idea. He loved hanging out with you. There was one time when the nanny had to cancel and instead they called you. You went and spend time with Ben, first making a homemade pizza, then watching horror movies (despite you not liking them that much) and finally you taught him how to play poker and other games; well, on one condition, he wasn’t allowed to gamble unless it was with his mom, Dean or you. He accepted the conditions without hesitance. He liked that you didn’t just ignored him like any other nanny. Plus, he hated to have a babysitter still, but you were clear when you told him you weren’t his babysitter, more like a fun aunt Y/N.

“Then it’s settled.” Lisa rubbed her son’s head before turning to a slightly pale Dean.

“Y/N’s spending Christmas with us.”

    You heard knocking on your front door. Setting your brush down and cleaning your hands quickly with your rag, you went to opened it.

Dean was at the other end, looking slightly bothered.

You sighed as you leant on your door frame, sneaking a look behind him, where the pick-up was parked in front of your porch.

“You know it would be easier if you just…” You stopped mid-sentence and bit your tongue. There was still so much you hadn’t told Dean. He didn’t know about the doors. The only magic he knew was what you offered at your store and some random objects moving on their own; like the spoon you enchanted so it would stir your coffee mug when it needed to.

He frowned, waiting for you to complete your sentence. When you didn’t, he pushed it.

“If I just, what?” You shook your head; muttering nothing and moving aside so he could get in.

“I thought Lisa didn’t like us hanging out too often.” You said as you closed the door.

He turned to look at you, frown set even deeper.

“How did you know that?”

You scoffed.

“I’m a witch, Dean, and a know it all. Knowledge just comes raining down on me.” You moved your hands above your head and wiggled your fingers. Purple sparks came out of them as if it was indeed raining above your head.

His eyes were fixed in the sparks. Of some of the tricks you’ve shown him, he thought it one of the best ones.

You then retrieve your hands and placed them on your hips, they were still shining purple.

“Or, you know, I also use common sense. I don’t know if it’s out of jealousy or not, although something tells me it’s not. But she always seems a little bit uneasy. I don’t need to see her, your aura always ricks uneasiness when you arrive. And it’s not yours. Yours it’s more of a yellowy-green type of uneasiness. Hers is more like a blueish-green.” You passed him and entered your kitchen, meanwhile he was left standing right where he was, mesmerized at your explanation.

“There’s no way you can now that.” He answered after meditating a little bit, following you into your kitchen.

“Just let it go, Dean.” You took two beers out of your fridge. He took your bottle opener from the drawer and opened the beers.

“If you’re not making it up, show me.” He took a sip from his beer; his brows almost hit his hairline as he turned the bottle to look at the label.

“It’s good isn’t it?” You asked him with a playful smile, leaning in your table, as you always did.

“Yeah, it’s good. Modelo?”

You shrugged, taking another sip of yours. “I was feeling fancy and grew a little bit tired of wine.”

“Beer, fancy?”

You hit him playfully in the arm. “Well it was expensive, so might as well call it fancy.”

He took another swig. “So, show me that little trick of yours.”

“You’re not giving it up, are you?” You sighed.

“No.”

You leaned back and scratched the top of your head.

“Okay, fine. Let’s see if I have what it takes.” You jumped off your chair and went searching for an empty canvas.

“To teach me?” He called back, still sitting and enjoying his beer.

“Well, I suppose that too.”

Dean laughed to himself as he watched you bring into the kitchen your easel with a white canvas placed on it. You placed at its usual place, where the light hit it just right, not too much and not too less.

You stood in front of the canvas. Dean turned around to face you and pay attention, setting his beer down.

“Okay. So, first off, you need to relax.”

“Done.” He was definitely not relaxed, there was still some uneasiness clinging to him.

“You’re not. Her energy is still in your aura, you need to clear that out.”

He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Alright and how do I do that?”

You sighed. You wanted to place your hands in his shoulders but his aura would just suck in your energy as well. Instead, you ran your hand through your hair and placed your other hand on your waist.

“Imagine it. Imagine this, colored air or smoke leaving the part of your body that feels tense. Whatever color is fine, the one you feel best represents her.”

He kept looking past your head, focusing on the canvas behind you. You scoffed, making him frown at you.

“What?”

“You can close your eyes, tough guy. I promise I’ll behave.”

“No magic?”

“None.”

“No making fun of my face?”

“I swear.”

He smiled and extended his hand to you, raising his pinky finger. You smiled at his hand and intertwined your pinky finger with his. When your finger left his, he closed his eyes, imagining Lisa’s energy leaving from his back and shoulders; it was dark pink, like a dress that used to be her favorite. He imagined it like a light smoke, like the smoke that would come out from the incense you burned. When he was done, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

“There you go. Now I can believe when you say you’re relaxed.”

He laughed quietly at that.

“Alright, what’s the next step?”

“Focus on me, but not on me specifically. It’s easier with a white background; you’ll see the colors more clearly. You’ll know when it starts to show up because you’ll start to see this slightly brighter contour around me. And from there, the color will just pop out.”

He nodded his head, muttering easy to himself. You sat in your chair in front of your canvas and focused on everything except his gaze. You hated this part, when you taught Tyler it was the exact same awkwardness between the two of you.

“Oh, I see something. It’s red, well, orange and red. But, what does that mean?”

You sighed a laugh.

“Now it’s more between red, yellow and blue. It got more complicated.”

“Yeah, no that’s great! See, I told you! And…It means that I am a little awkward, that’s the blue. The red was just some bizarre slightly angry memory I remembered. And the yellow is happiness that you got it! You did it, Winchester!” He looked at you with a smile; your aura was shining bright yellow, overpowering the other colors. You stood up from the chair and he did as well, out of reflex, as it something had pulled him up. You poked him in the chest playfully, aura shining orange.

“I taught I hunter some magic. Dean Winchester knows some magic. How ‘bout that?” In a blink of an eye, without both of not even thinking about it, you hugged. Your arms went around his neck; it was easier than trying to hug his shoulders. His arms hugged your waist and he could slightly smell the star anise and lavender from your shampoo.

Maybe the hug lasted a little longer than expected, but you two didn’t think that way. Your happiness and his were contagious. When you stepped back from the hug, his hands ran through your forearms.

“Hey, um, by the way, Lisa…” He cleared his throat.

“Actually, we want you to spend Christmas with us, if that’s okay with you.” Your smile almost faded, but you managed to keep it. You looked at his face and saw him squinting at you.

“It changed to blue. Do you not want to spend Christmas with us?”

“No! I mean, I do, it’s just that…” You swallowed the knot forming in your throat.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why? You’re my friend and they love you, especially Ben, he loves hanging out with you.” He saw your aura set into a deeper blue. You pulled away from his hands and went to get some water.

“Y/N.” There was that warning tone you were so used to. You set your hands in the counter and sighed, not wanting to turn around and meet his eyes.

“I’m flattered, I really am and of course I’ll spend Christmas with you guys, it’s just…”

“Just?”

You turned around to face him, drinking a sip of water so your voice wouldn’t crack.

“I just remembered something really sad and I’m happy that you consider me a friend and that you trust me enough to invite me to spend Christmas with you. I just…didn’t realize that the holidays were going to be this hard.”

He didn’t even think it; he rushed towards you and pulled you into a hug.

There was one time, when he got stuck hanging out with you, Diego and Tyler. And when you weren’t in the room, they talked about you, not shitty stuff but it came out so natural for them to talk about how much they loved you. How wonderful you were, how huggable and warm and mood lifting. He didn’t know what to say then but now it was clearer. He did care about you and he understood them. You were a wonderful person, you were funny and charming and just straight up nice. The least he could do was to be there for you, because he somehow knew that you would be there for him and his family if they ever needed you.

“I’m just tired, Dean.” Your voice was muffled, your face crashed straight up to his chest.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to miss him anymore.”

“I know.”

“It’s just so stupid.” He ran his hand through your hair while shaking his head, slightly.

“It’s not.”

“This is just, so stupid. I should be fine by now. Why am I even crying?”

“It’s okay.”

At that, your fist landed in his chest.

“It’s not!”

He swallowed.

“It will be.”

His shirt was being slightly crushed in your fists, but he would keep hugging you until you’d feel better. So you both stayed there hearing you sob until you ran out of energy to keep crying.

“You’re dead, Winchester.” You whispered.

For a moment, he thought you were referring to Sam. However, as far as he knew, you only called him that, because Sam was Sammy to you, and only Sammy.

“I know.”

“Lisa will kill you when you get home.”

He took a look at your microwave’s clock. She would definitely absolutely kill him.

“It’ll be fine.”

“You are so dead.” You mumbled. And he couldn’t help himself, he laughed slightly. He didn’t know it, but he made you crack a smile with his laugh. And you promised yourself, this was going to be the last time you cried for Sam. It was time to move on, for the sake of everyone you ran to for consolation and for your sake. It was enough.

@anathewierdo​

[televisor-reviews]

Top 10 WORST Movies Of 2018!

As everyone is talking about their favorite and least favorite films of last year, I’d much rather take a look at what came out two years ago! This is what I do every New Year, get used to it. And keep in mind that I haven’t seen every film from 2018, so as bad as I’m sure Sherlock Gnomes and Pacific Rim: Uprising are, I haven’t gotten around to them. If you’d like a list of every film I have seen, I have them listed on my Letterboxd: https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1HnDnQ4ibO82ryM9lOCGgw1FZhVLdC4SZ

#10. Fifty Shades Freed On my 2015 list, I didn’t even bother putting Fifty Shades Of Grey on it because I thought it was absolutely hilarious! On my 2017 list, I placed Fifty Shades Darker at the very top for its lack of even the basics of what makes a decent flick, notably there being no real plot. So I guess I’m meeting this franchise in the middle by putting Fifty Shades Freed at the tenth spot for just how batshit this movie is. Shit kinda just happens randomly with little to no reason while also not being funny in the slightest. In fact, large segments of the film is kinda boring, particularly the sex scenes in which there are so many that by the 20th time, you’d just get used to it like a jump scare in Winchester. Really, the biggest reason this is only at #10 is because Fifty Shades Freed has Freed us all from this series, assuming that a film adaptation of Grey isn’t made. And that’s the greatest compliment I’ve ever given to one of these movies. #9. A Wrinkle In Time I once heard someone justify Disney’s live action remakes by saying they help fund their more unique film escapades like Nutcracker And The Four Realms (which barely didn’t make the list). The problem with that is that I don’t want those ether! And considering how Solo and The Rise Of Skywalker turned out, maybe Disney’s live action department should just stick with Marvel movies. Honestly, I don’t completely remember why I left the theater after seeing A Wrinkle In Time so angry, like legitimately pissed off. I remember the girl who looks like one of the Mean Girls being treated like a member of the Losers Club, how terrible the child acting was, how even worse the adult acting was, how annoying everybody who wasn’t Chris Pine was, and how that little kid was named Charles Wallace because the characters said it at least a million times! Considering how angry I am just writing about it, I’m guessing it was a combination of all of those elements being wrapped up with a pretentious bow. Honestly, A Wrinkle In Time was a humongous waste of my time. #8. Show Dogs It’s a bad sign when the movie starring Bojack Horseman yelling at Ludacris dog is only at #8 on my list. The big reason for that is because this is so terrible that I had to break down laughing at times. Not because Show Dogs is genuinely or ironically funny, it’s just so batshit insane that I had to laugh. Almost like a defense reflex: like if I wasn’t laughing, I’d end up jumping off the roof. The plot is crazy, the acting is crazy, the whole fucking idea is crazy! I’d like you to stop and imagine Will Arnett with the straightest face possible yelling at a dog voiced by Ludacris that nobody can actually hear in the middle of a very serious police station about the dog fucking up an undercover job and somehow not laughing your ass off. That is what it was like watching Show Dogs. You’re welcome. #7. Slender Man I think people really downgrade how good horror has been lately. I know that in a world of Insidious: The Last Key and Truth Or Dare, it’s easy to be pessimistic. And I think people also dismiss the greatness the internet has had on modern pop culture. Considering how bad things like Daphne And Velma and Mowgli: Legend Of The Jungle are, I kinda get it. In reality, these tend to be the outliers among a lot of greatness, but after seeing Slender Man, I’m starting to think similarly. I was one of the only people who was actually excited about this movie because I’m young enough to remember a time when Slender Man: The Eight Pages was the scariest thing in the world and after seeing how well Hollywood treated the character in Beware The Slender Man, I was really hopeful. Little did I know that Madhouse Entertainment had one of the least interesting and least scary horror movies I’ve ever seen with boring characters, a monster that’s barely in the movie, and a script that’s closer to Rings than it is to its source material. I really hope this’ll go the way of Ouija and Annabelle and end up having a really good followup or else Slender Man will be a huge blot on the legitimacy of the internet. #6. Snake Outta Compton I’m gonna be straight with y’all, I have been doing a pretty bad job at keeping up with horror B-movies lately. I mean, I did watch The Last Sharknado: It’s About Time and Leprechaun Returns but those were mostly just mediocre, even within the context of the rest of their franchises. So when I saw the title Snake Outta Compton, I knew I had to watch it expecting something really stupid and funny as all hell. Instead I got a boring and uninteresting barely even an attempt at cinema. I really hated this film, it’s just such a boringly dull film where little to nothing ever happens and I hated every dumb second of it. The terrible rapping, the awful effects, the horrendous acting, everything in snake Outta Compton sucks and I hate it. #5. Norm Of The North: Keys To The Kingdom Remember that god awful polar bear movie starring Rob Schneider from a few years ago… yeah, they made four of those. Normal people would say the first Norm Of The North was the absolute bottom of the barrel, I say “No!… It’s Norm Of The North: Keys To The Kingdom,” and even more suicidal people would probably say it’s Norm Of The North: King Sized Adventure. If you thought the animation in the original was bad, you’ve seen nothing! This is so bad that I’m not even sure it should be considered animation! This is so bad that it makes Duck Duck Goose look like The Grinch! This is so bad that they couldn’t even get Rob Schneider back! The plot, it’s like this is one of those straight to DVD Disney sequels that were made up of episodes of conceled TV shows except why would anyone try to make Norm Of the FUCKING North into a TV show! But apparently it made money considering how (and I’ll repeat this again) there are four of these! Maybe the immense failure of Arctic Dogs will stop Entertainment Studios from making any more. #4. The Thinning: New World Order Speaking of sequels that’ll make the originals look like masterpieces, we’ve got Logan Paul’s magnum opus, coming straight outta that Japanese suicide forest. A film that tells you that a country made up of the smartest 95% of citizens are stupid enough to not catch on to the pretty obvious government plan going on in this universe. Even more so, apparently presidents to be are allowed to just make major laws that’ll arrest about 50% of the population before being sworn in as president. But even more so, I’m to believe that Logan Paul of all people is smart enough to escape these poorly conceived concentration camps. This is a key example of suspension of disbelief gone too far. I don’t believe for a second that this world actually could exist. And I want everyone reading this to remember The Thinning: New World Order after seeing what I put at number one that even liberals can make terrible movies too! #3. The 15:17 To Paris No shit, this is easily the worst movie I’ve ever seen in theaters. No joke, no sarcasm, the Clint Eastwood trainwreck that is The 15:17 To Paris is by far one of the worst movies of the decade… and it’s only at #3 on my bottom 10 of the year. Let me explain. Where the absolute bottom of the barrels of the year are total slogs that I wouldn’t be able to stand watching again, this is actually really fun to watch. Immediately after seeing it in theaters, I wanted to see it again just to make sure it wasn’t a fever dream. In every conversation I have, I recommend this movie because it has to be seen to be believed. Of all the films on this list, this is the only one I’d actually recommend to people. No other film has the balls to portray three normies with ADD talking as boringly as possible taking selfies in Venice for 30 minutes for no goddamn reason. In no other movie will you see a bunch of comedians try and do serious roles that they had no right being casted in. When I went back to school and brought this up with my film nerd friends, every one of them had a different story of watching this. My god, please watch The 15:17 To Paris so that we can convince Clint Eastwood into making The 15:18 To Paris. #2. Gotti Let me tell ya, Gotti is one of the wurst felms ya’ll evar see! Who in da hell convinced John Travolta that he culd do serious roles! But in all seriousness, this movie sucks. I’m not super familiar with the story of John Gotti, and by that I mean I’ve never even heard the name before seeing this film. And I’m pretty sure that to even get what’s going on in this, you’d have to see a 3 hour documentary on the guy beforehand or else you’d be incredibly confused the entire time because I know I was! Don’t even ask me what happens in Gotti because I have no clue. It goes all over the place with different characters doing different things at different points in time and eventually, I stopped paying attention! I do remember that there were about 20 characters named “John,” John Gotti only kills one guy though I’m pretty sure that as a mob boss he’d kill more, and I have no idea how this mafia makes money. Oh, and this convicted feline is apparently also Jesus Christ. I’ll tells yas, ya can live 100 yeers an neva see a moovy as bad as Gotti. Before we get to #1, let’s do some runners up!

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom I wanted so bad to put this on the list because as a pretty big Jurassic Park fan, I can fairly say that Fallen Kingdom is easily the worst film in the franchise. If only because of that dumb ass twist at the end with that kid I kinda forgot even existed. Or just for those annoying ass comedic reliefs that are consistently useless. Or just because on a base filmmaking level, this movie sucks. Hurricane Bianca: From Russia With Hate Listen, I’m openly and proudly bisexual, so I get how important it is to get good representation out there in the film industry. And I also get why a lot of the Ru Paul: Drag Race fandom has latched onto this series. But Jesus Christ guys, drag queens can do better and they deserve better. From Russia With Hate is definitely a step in the right direction with it being way more interesting and fun than the first Hurricane Bianca… but come on guys! These aren’t good movies! Just watch more Drag Race, it’s much better. The Happytime Murders Disney, please let Muppets Now be good! The puppetry artform deserves better than this garbage! The Happytime Murders is a movie in which half the jokes is that a puppet is jizzing a lot. Honestly, my biggest beef with this film is that it doesn’t even get to the heart of what people love about the Jim Henson style of puppetry, notably the fun. Look at most of the cast, they are very humanoid compared to Kermit The Frog or Fozzy Bear. This movie is, first and foremost, not fun. Bob Lazar: Area 51 And Flying Saucers This is my nomination for worst documentary of the year. It’s just annoying to me that this guy can get away with lying to so many people without any repercussions. In fact, he gets this whole documentary that’s basically sucking his dick the entire time! I went in expecting something along the lines of Behind The Curve, a doc that takes an even stance at looking at its crazy subject matter but in a respectful way. In reality, Area 51 And Flying Saucers isn’t even in the slightest being totally on Bob Lazar’s side without questioning his all knowing wisdom for a second and is n’t respectful in the slightest for the intelligence of its viewers! Fuck this doc! A Simple Favor This is my nomination for best worst movie of the year. A Simple Favor is a crazy film with a cast and crew taking it weirdly seriously for a comedy, all with super monotone voices. None of the actual jokes are genuinely funny but lots of them are ironically hilarious. Granted I was very high while watching this, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s the best state of mind to be in while watching it! And did I mention how nobody acts during this but rather just say their lines monotonely! Loved it! God’s Not Dead: A Light In Darkness This was the year Christian propaganda got boring. I was so excited when I went to see I Can Only Imagine in theaters as my first theatrical Christian film experience only to be totally disappointed when it turned out to be pretty dull. Even more so when, later on in the year, the newest installment in the world famous God’s Not Dead franchise, the same one that first brought upon this new age of Christian based filmmaking that’s brought me so much joy before, turned out to be similarly dull. There was a split moment when a character states, “Jesus Christ was the original social justice warrior,” when I was brought back to life with its own stupidity, but it turned out to be fleeting. Not outrageous enough to be put on the list, but too outrageous to be any good. So this is how God’s Not Dead ends: not with a bang, but with a whimper. The Meg And speaking of boring, The Meg has to be the most boring shark movie ever made. A film that feels like it lasts for days and in which no real stakes feel like are in play. This has got to be the most boring and dull and uninteresting and BORING movie of the year! And considering how boring of a year it was for film, that’s saying a goddamn lot! Mary Poppins Returns I feel like I went through an arc of my own while watching this. I went from, “this isn’t bad,” to, “okay, this is a little too much like the original,” to, “why the fuck am I watching this?” Mary Poppins Returns feels like one of the Disney live action remakes because it’s basically just a shittier version of the original with absolutely no good reason to exist let alone to watch, especially compared to said original. And the climax makes absolutely no sense with the logic of the film universe; she can literally fly! And by god, does this feel like anything but Mary Poppins. Blockers Listen, I get that this film is sex positive and that’s a really great thing and all the actors are really trying their best. But it is all in vain for this film with a really unfunny script and that’s kinda important for a comedy. Sometimes Blockers can get a chuckle out of me because of how over the top it can get at times but those are just outliers in a mostly mediocre movie that got built up too much because of how much positivity is in this. Proud Mary Proud Mary is the perfect example of a film in which just because someone can do it well, doesn’t mean everyone can. Ever since Quentin Tarantino has been making movies like Pulp Fiction and Kill Bill, throw back action films have been really cool to see. Then, all of a sudden, the director of London Has Fallen had to come around and remind everyone that they can’t all be winners. Mostly dull dialogue between characters I don’t care about waiting for the action that isn’t even all that good. I was really hopeful that Proud Mary would be fun, but it’s anything but. #1. The Trump Prophecy Listen, I get that when I say that a movie literally titled The Trump Prophecy is the worst film of the year, it comes off as if I’m making a big political statement but believe me, I am not. Politically, admittedly, I am pretty liberal but I’m not really a political dude. But I do know terrible filmmaking when I see it, and believe it or not, a film about a crazy firefighter who gets a vision in his sleep from a god orb that Donald Trump must be president might not be very good. In fact, fuck this cynical, piece of shit, taking advantage of conservatives, monotonely acted, with no love or passion put into it, goddamn movie! As much as I didn’t like any of the movies I’ve mentioned on this list, it’s clear someone, anyone, was passionate about making them. But considering how clearly the director never asked any of his actors to do a second take, no love is clearly put into this. How cynical, how shameless. As someone who does genuinely love the art of filmmaking and would adore the opportunity to make a relatively big budget movie myself, the fact that something as lifeless as The Trump Prophecy gets to be put into any theaters really pisses me off. Say what you want about The 15:17 To Paris, at least it had its heart in the right place. Say what you want about Gotti, at least John Travolta was obviously passionate about the project. This has nothing and is easily the most hatable film I’ve seen in years!

[queen-of-the-vampires]

change it back

characters: kai parker x reader

word count: 707

warnings: pure fluff

summary: kai can be an asshole sometimes.

beta: she wants to remain anonymous but i promise i have one lol

author’s note: if you have any requests, please send them in!

feedback the glue that holds my writing together

tags at the bottom

There were three things you absolutely loved: American Horror Story, a James Patterson book, and when your boyfriend was home. Ever since he came back from the prison world meant for Lily Salvatore, things have been getting back to normal. People still hated him being around, however you were more than happy to occupy him so that no one else got to be with him.

He had Luke’s soul inside of himself since merging with his brother, so that made him more tolerable to be around, but that didn’t mean he was any less of an asshole than he was before. You two met when you were sent to the first prison world, and when Bonnie trapped him for a second time, it broke your heart knowing he was stuck over there with a ton of desiccating vampires.

When he came back, he was a vampire and still a witch. It surprised you, but the passion you two had before he left was still there. There isn’t a day that goes by where you two aren’t apart. It was better for the town and for your relationship. Right now, Kai was out getting food since your pantry was looking a little sad, so you decided to watch some American Horror Story while reading a book.

The book had your emotions on edge, and you were so invested in it that you didn’t hear the door open and close, and your boyfriend’s footsteps coming closer to you. Kai walked into the room and was about to talk to you when he saw you with your nose in your book. Thinking it was best not to disturb you, he walked around and sat next to you, grabbing the remote that was sitting right next to your leg.

Flipping through the channels, Kai chose a TV show he liked. He wasn’t a fan of AHS even though he’s watched a few episodes/seasons with you. Right when the channel changed, you set your book on your lap and looked at him,

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking at you.

“I was watching that.”

“You were reading, and by the looks of it, you weren’t going to stop anytime soon.” Grabbing your bookmark, you placed it in your book before placing it on the table next to you.

“Okay, I’m not reading anymore. Change it back,” you tried to reach for the remote but Kai was quick to snatch it away from you.

“No, you had your turn. It’s mine now,” he grinned. You knew from that one look that he wasn’t being serious. Well, if he wanted to play, then you were going to play.

“Malachai Parker, give me the remote,” you reached for it again, but he moved it just out of reach.

“No,” he smirked.

“That’s it,” you muttered and got on your knees before pouncing on your boyfriend. His reflexes were quick but, despite you having the upper hand, you still couldn’t reach the damn remote.

“You weren’t even watching the TV!” he exclaimed, trying to get you off him.

“Malachai! Give me the remote!” you yelled back, but he had enough. He dropped the remote on the ground and quickly flipped you over so you were pinned underneath him. His fingers connected with your sides and you squealed out in laughter, trying to push him off you.

“No one can help you now,” Kai laughed and continued his assault on you.

“Stop! Okay! I give up! Mercy!” you yelled and he immediately ceased his actions. However, he didn’t move away from you.

“How about instead of watching that terrible show, we watch one of the movies we recorded?” Kai laughed, and you stared at him, pretending to think about it.

“Fine but get off me. You’re really heavy!” he laughed at this but got off you, snatching the remote from the ground.

“Why don’t you lay on me?” he asked, getting comfortable on the couch.

“I like that idea,” you smiled and cuddled up next to your boyfriend as he picked out a movie. You didn’t care what kind of movie it was, as long as you got to watch it with him. He was an asshole, but he was your asshole.

wanna be tagged? add yourself to this document! if your tag doesn’t work, find out why!

@choosemyname  @redsalv20  @cuddlyklaus  @sotmperrie  @akshi8278  @characterobsessed  @gh0stgurl  @drakonwild  @schwankyblock  @graceless-stuff  @kendall-michele  @tdntu0