#reblogs are off because I dont someone yelling at me for saying that kids in a hostile situation will be hostile too

[gokkyfanboy]

sorry to be lotf posting again but I can never understand people who call the kids all evil. theyre literally 12 at the most, we’ve all done worse than just bullying little kids. yeah the “lets tie a kid up to beat him up” thing was messed up but theyre also in 6th grade and I knew kids who did way worse at that age

[devondespresso]

WIP Ask Game

tagged by the lovely @itsthestrangestthings and with perfect timing too! I've just finished the outline for the next arc and need to get words down

Rules

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

(per usual I only have my one wip, so I'll be listing scenes from my Steve Henderson AU instead of different files. I'm also listing them with the short details i remember them by because they dont really have names lol)

Scenes

The Old Office (where's dustin's dad?)

Before Bed (we try and fail to talk about important things)

Family Dinner (with a side of overthinking)

Nightmare, but worse (for the love of god just talk about things)

Breakdown in the club(house) (as in the little play fort in dustins backyard)

Snippet

(and tags below)

Most of my work in the last 7 days has been trying to figure out what has been feeling off in some of my scenes i already jotted down, then putting together the outline for my next arc, so im being pretty loose with "words in the past 7 days" Chucks of this snippet were the most I've rewritten recently, but I'm definitely sharing more than just the rewritten parts because i can (Steve and Hopper has been one of my favorite dynamics to explore, especially within the context of the hospital and Hop's background)

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But then a nurse came in, asking if his parents had been notified of his admission. She offered to call if they hadn’t yet, but Hopper promised he would take care of it.

He stood by the wall waiting for someone to pick up on the other line while Steve sat on the side of the bed and El curled up in a guest chair nearby.  Hop stood there listening to several minutes of dialing sounds and voicemail over and over with no sign of stopping.

“If they won't pick up after 5 minutes they're not going to pick up after 10."

Hop glared over.

"Thank you, Harrington, very helpful." he grumbled but still gave up and set the phone back.

“Just tell the nurse they know and don’t worry about it.” he offered, laying back down.

“Yeah and just leave ‘em in the dark about their kid in the damn hospital.” 

“I’ll call them later.”

Hopper huffed from the other side of the room. Steve tried not to focus on it, but after too long of a silence, especially after the building frustration, he had to look over.

Hop stood silent, leaned back against the wall. A mixture of thinking and working through his frustrations.

An unnerving amount of thinking for Hop, and his expressions were harder to read than most, having his own more subtle tells Steve hadn't known him long enough to recognize.

He looked over at Steve, gathering clues or something. Steve shot a face back, asking for an explanation.

He thought for a moment, then crossed his arms and walked over to him.

“Why don’t you want anyone here?”

Steve scooted back, sat up and crossed his arms back.

“Because it’s not that big of a deal-”

“That's a load of bull.”

Steve rolled his eyes, projecting annoyance to say This is not going to go anywhere.

“I’ve already dealt with a concussion on my own before and, surprise, it was fine.”

“That’s not it.” he said slow and cold: the tone he used to shut down that argument with Mike. “Tell me why.”

“I told you!” he said, pushing down more nerves to throw that tone back at him.

"No, you haven't."

"Well, what do you want me to say!"

“The truth, Harrington!” he yelled.

Steve froze in place, holding the scowl in place, keeping his eyes glued to Hopper to hide his reaction. Hopper caught himself, sighing and looking away in a self-directed disappointment. Only after the break in tension did Steve look away, staring at the wall.

Calm down, it was an accident. He didn’t mean to.

“I just want to know the truth, kid.” he backed up a good few feet, leaning back against the wall and looking at him firmly, “Because I can’t think of anyone who’d want to be completely alone in a hospital. Let alone a kid.”

He’s not like that, he’s trying not to be. He’s stopped.

His throat was tight and he could feel tears invading his eyes.

Not here, not here, not here

“You trying to prove something?” Hop guessed, taking his silence for stubbornness. He can work with that.

Steve threw a glare at him, getting up and going to the room’s bathroom, putting a lot of effort into appearing completely steady despite the dizziness. Hopper followed.

“Kid, I'm just trying to help.” He said, putting a hand on the door to keep him from opening it.

He’s not gonna drop it. Not trusting his voice to hold, Steve ripped out his wallet and shoved over a business card. Hop took it with his free hand, confusion distracting him enough to let Steve yank the door open and slip inside.

“Harringt-”

He slammed the door right behind him with a loud thud that made his breath catch. He quickly locked it, then held his breath a moment and closed his eyes. Then he breathed out slowly, quietly, and flicked the light on. Waited to hear Hopper’s footsteps leading away from the door back towards the phone before opening his eyes again.

Finally

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Tags

@stobinesque @fag4dykestobin @museumgiftshoperaser @sharpbutsoft @spicysix @blushweddinggowns @marvel-ous-m @alexcharmsyou

(no pressure ofc 💕💕)

[woomycritiques543]

(Ok, post is finished, you’re all allowed to reblog this post, but please don’t send any harassment to these people. Thanks!)

THANK YOU!!!!

Ive been noticing that something was off for some time now (also, Bust saying “nobody said Latina was a race” to purposely derail the fact that they called her “NOT A PERSON OF COLOR!” just because of her skin color (racism towards mixed race) and calling her “not poc” for said color is so goddamn terrible im so sorry that this happened to you.) especially after they reblogged (on the old “Helluva Bust”) someone who called me “dumb!” (ableism) just because I said that “Moxxie should divorce Millie” and purposely didn’t mentionthe fact that she, threw his belongings, yelled at him, and AGGRESSIVELY PUSHED HIM (abuse) and also lets Blitz be abused constantly and praises him for his shitty behavior- to keep up the “but the straight races in the show have no flaws except for Stella and Stolas) narrative up, even if it ends up erasing other bad parts of the rep. Literal harassment over a cartoon.

It honestly has got me wondering-

Why are the most supported people in the Helluva Critical community the most toxic asf ones? Especially since they also use “anti hazbin”, a tag commonly accociated with attacking Vivziepop and talking about her personal life and not really her content, using the hate towards her content to do racist shit like this, etc. There is even a blog by the name of “Showtoonz” that I used to follow that supports someone from a group that has been stalking and harassing one of my freind’s for the past three years, one of the members being a NSFW blog that’s been attacking her since she was a minor and to this day, sends racism to her asks and not long ago before Star (the freind) left the critical community for good, leaked a private discord message of evidence of Spindlehorse mistreatment without the author’s consent as bait to get people to attack the server she was in, and last time I checked, the person who Showtoonz supported also supported when this happened to Star! Not sure, but all I know for a fact is that this group has spread slander and overall aggressive behavior towards one of my freinds since she was a kid, so Showtoonz supporting them behind Star’s back was something Star herself summarized as “heart tearing.” I don’t have the receipts for now, but will gather them eventually. Thank you. So sorry that this happened to you. There’s way too much toxicity in this fandom, and being “critical” doesn’t stop someone from being toxic themselves just because they’re slightly less toxic than the average Hazbin fan.

EDIT:

Found the first receipt:

This is what Bust reblogged of me- and woooooooow that’s fucking terrible!

The next receipt:

Showing that “Cherry”, another one of the accociated of that “What The Hazbin” person Showtoonz supported, is still harassing Star.

More of this bullshit:

Some person, likely Cherry, went after my blog calling me “Star” not long after having sent harassment towards my asks.

More receipts, this time being a message between a now deleted user and Star about the issue, these all being things she gave me permission to post in case something like this happened again. This was back when Crow was still active on Tumblr.

Cherry playing “innocent” after having harassed Star and her freind’s when she was a kid. “Where’s the Showtoonz post?!” shhhhhhhhhh… im getting there…

More of the group playing “innocent” when all Star did was beg them not to harass her discord server and leak things anymore:

-and who would of thought!

Showtoonz did support the harassment, and lied by telling one of Star’s past freind’s that they did “not” support the harassment despite this clearly having been posted at the time where they were still harassing her.

This is the post claiming that Star and her friends were “harassing” Cherry and What The Hazbin for by the way:

Again, this is a NSFW blog that harassed a child, all the way into her adulthood, and most of the Hazbin “critical” community has been supporting their harassment of her since the initial “deleted post sharing as witch hunting bait” incident where What The Hazbin and her freind’s shared a post Star deleted and apologized for to get the community to go after her, this is on Starlatte’s blog, but I still cant find it so you’re going to have to take my word on “where the attacks started.”

Receipts that show that yes, this group is still going after her, and have been doing so since she was only 16 years old.

But apparently, according to Starlatte27 the entire situation of what’s been happening to her for the past three years is:

1. When she was 16 years old and still anti hazbin, while she was being harassed: A anti hazbin blog went into her dms telling her to “STOP POSTING ABOUT HAZBIN!” and using the fact that she was being harassed as an excuse to try to manipulate her away from posting any Hazbin content just because they disagreed with her. When the heavy distreas wasnt coming from posting about a cartoon- it was the fandom surrounding it! This anti hazbin blog then blocked her out of nowhere, and then went on to support other anti hazbin blogs while leaving Star behind despite claiming that writing about Hazbin is “bad!” and “unhealthy!” but instead of helping her for this- they blocked her! Proving that no, this wasn’t a “I want to help you!” situation but was just because the blog didnt agree with her for whichever reason. But instead of simply blocking her, traumatized and manipulated her by telling her how “WRITING ABOUT HAZBIN BADDDD! STOP WRITING ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL!” when her distress wasnt even hazbin hotel related, it was the fandom’s constant harassment and grown adults following her around and attacking her! -but then as ive said before, they blocked her, and then went on to still follow other anti hazbin blogs who were doing similar to what Star was doing at the time- but only messaging Star about this to weaponize her trauma from mass harassment as an attempt to get her to give up on her fanfictions, and everything Hazbin related just because they didnt agree with her. While still supporting other Hazbin blogs who were also facing similar things despite claiming that writing about Hazbin Hotel was “unhealthy!” to do and Star “deserved” to be suddenly blocked instead of receiving help.

2. She had an anxiety attack, and then coincidentally, another person from that group randomly blocked her out of nowhere while claiming that Star’s blog was “not comfortable” anymore while they also were supporting other Hazbin blogs who did similar to what she was doing at the time. After that, a blog who she had accidentally derailed but then apologized to had posted the post she apologized for on her blog entirely out of context to get her attacked, the same blog who told her that she wasn’t “comfortable to be around for her content anymore” then posted the dms of her having panic attack and crying, also entirely out of context, as bait. But after trying to confront them about leaking her content and personal dms out of context to get a “witch-hunt” after (which was exactly what ended up happening)- What The Hazbin then tried to gaslight her into thinking that she wasn’t thinking straight for telling them to stop, manipulating her into then constantly apologizing for having confronted them for their harassment towards her (keep in mind, Star was still a child while this was happening), What The Hazbin and their group then ignored the fact that she apologized for their “wrongdoing” and What The Hazbin announced that they were no longer supporting Star for quote on quote “terrible things” while still harassing people themself, posting virtue signaling call out posts to get people to further go after Star with private information while refusing to stop harassing people, sabotaging Starlatte27’s blog and going on without any consequences for their actions after just having harassed a child due to how much the Hazbin “critical” and “anti hazbin” fandom supported them at the time.

3. Flash forward a year later, and Starlatte calls the Hazbin standom a “cult” due to how much they worship Vivziepop and keep harassing people who dont support her behavior, people worshipping Charlastor fans who attacked people, etc. What The Hazbin then come back, again, this time claiming that Star was “being offensive towards people in REAL cults”, when online cults actually do exist, and this was yet another case of virtue signaling while ignoring everything else Star said about the fandom.

4. She blocks WTH, but still supports other people in her group.

5. Starlatte27 makes a post about the Omori release date, but because of a disability mixes up her numbers and writes the wrong ages and dates. A few months later, she finds that another member by the name of “Siaesnow” is following someone who is harassing her freinds, breaks ties with her and tells her that she’ll tell people of what she’s doing so others dont end up dealing with the same thing. Sia, out of spite- then snooped around for anything that could get Star attacked again, and found the post with the typo. Sia then goes on her blog, makes up a story that “THERES A FAN LYING ABOUT HER AGE!” as another piece of harassment bait and sends another member to tell Star about this to scare her into sending personal information and interacting with them again. The name other member who you all know today as “Bitchucantkillme” or “Cherry” as they’re also named, harassing Star behind her back. Then announcing that Starlatte is “ANTI SEX WORKER AND TRANSPHOBIC!” because she didn’t support a DDLG blog (its a type of blog who treats things having to do with children as a “fetish.”), that also ended up harassing Star for this, and this all causing the Hazbin fandom to into a state of mass hysteria- sending rumors left and right and attacking Star in her asks, dms, etc. One of Star’s freind’s even claiming this as “good faith” as an attempt to get Star to excuse the attacks as “criticism.” The harassment spreading far enough to the point where “PetitPrincess” as many other fans know as “PetitPrincess1” using the fandom’s hatred of Star for not liking much about Helluva Boss against her, by announcing that there is a “HATER!” that’s “LYING ABOUT HER AGE AND BASICALLY STARTED TUMBLR WHEN SHE WAS 5 YEARS OLD!” and the public panick continuing to esculate as Petit also then claimed that Lemoncritiques is “STARLATTE!” as the panic throughout the fandom about this so called “12 year old on Tumblr” continued to escalate “BoxTrolls town” style where almost everyone at the time was now paranoid about Star as more rumors began to spread, all because Star said that she was officially not supporting What The Hazbin’s group anymore.

6. The harassment stops for a bit, but then years later, returns once Cherry finds a server that Star is in, decided to join without them knowing to collect personal information, posted that personal information on Twitter… and the rest is history.

This all in itself, being one of the craziest pieces of witch hunting cases that I have ever seen in this fandom, by far! A bunch 20-30 year olds. Anti Hazbin, The Hazbin Fandom, and Hazbin “Criticals” all coming together, for the first time, just to harass a kid because she had something about her each of them hated and wanted to take down her blog for- because it came to a point where she sides with none of them. She didnt want people to harass others for hazbin hotel, but she didnt want people to harass Vivziepop or the fans either, spiraling the situation into a full month of mass panic amongst the entire fandom as every side was trying to attack her blog. Sending slander, death threats, private information, racism and all to this day. It’s honestly impressive just how much this fandom wanted this kid either deplatformed/“cancelled” or dead. That they would do borderline illegal levels of slander in order to make an entire fandom effort to put her down and cause a mass panic about this kid around the fandom. It’s actually terrifying just how much dedication has been put into harassing a literal child- and just how long these people have been harassing “Honest Hazbin” (her old name)/“Starlatte27” that it’s honestly impressive! In a bad way- in a bad way! But still… wow this was a lot to take in- and it’s still happening after she left!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

PS: Muffinizo supports Showtoonz.

Just.. just a heads up to the person who liked this post.

OP said this and blocked me so I can’t reply to them. Anyway, if you are in the Helluva Boss and/or Hazbin Hotel critical, criticism, critique, or whatever communities, maybe think twice about supporting this person. 

[ID: A screen shot of a tumblr exchange.

It starts with an anonymous user who sent an ask to helluve-bust. Their ask reads, “I don’t know why everyone says Vivziepop is a woman of color,she isn’t.she’s hella white.I know she’s half but still.”

helluve-bust resounds with, “because she loves the emphasize the latina part and not the uh, white part.”

pet-shop-of-horror-fan rebloged and said, “It’s really easy to criticize people without being racist. You went out of your way to say this. It adds nothing to any critique of her art or actions, it’s just racist. And nothing said was even right. Mixed race is not white, and Latina is not a race.”

helluva-bust rebloged from pet-shop-of-horror-fan and said in large text, “Nobody said latina is a race.” End ID]

helluva-bust: [Vivziepop] loves the emphasize the latina part and not the uh, white part.

Also helluva-bust: Nobody said latina is a race!

And that did not resound to anything else I said, they just gave an obviously lie. They could have just blocked me if they where so offended at being called racist for being racist, or at least their respounds could have been anything but a blatant lie.

[wolf-knights]

The day we met

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x south asian!single dad m!reader (afab)

A/N: before I start this just wanted to say not everything in this au is going to be on point with the south asian culture so this could be a disclaimer for it, also want to thank @candlelight-letters for helping with the angst in this part, they are a legend!

Mentions: strong language, talk about kids, pregnancy talk, angst, guns, magic, hydra, toxic ex. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE OR UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. If theres any warning i left out please let me know.

->18+only, do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Minors and ageless blogs do not interact with my blog or my fics. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

Flashback

"Wh-why would you do that?" you whisper not knowing how to react, to say you were in a shock would be an understatement "I was bored, y/n, I wanted something different." Alex says as your eyes widen at that poor excuse of a man with an even poorer excuse. "that's not a reason to cheat on someone, I didn't need to find out about you cheating on me from ayesha!" you shouted which you knew wasn't good for your current situation but you were scared and angry "if I hadn't found out from her you would still be lying!" you yelled as anger roared through your mind, he slammed the glass on the dining table making you jolt. "I said I was bored of this life, I was bored of the same routine, of coming home to a good for nothing husband and I- I was bored of our life not being as extravagant as it used to be. Remember how we used be when we met? Or when we married? We used to go on trips, travel around we were spintaneous. I miss that. This...routine is fucking annoying, its boring" you clench your fists as trying not to throw something at his stupid head. You were shaking with the rage bubbling in you "Don't you think i miss it sometimes too? Sure I want to go on trips but we can't allow ourselves to do that every fucking day! We have a child and another on the way! I can't just leave my job to go to bahamas or brazil! Unlike you I work my ass off both in a career I love and this house. Because god forbid youre fucking useful for something, I have to clean up after your mess like you're a third child. We can take trips, we can do date nights but you wont even be in the same room as I am!" you were on the verge of losing your control, the frown getting more and more prominent on your face. Alex tries to get near you "no! don't I have told you about this alex, I have always been scared of this happening and you don't even think for a second about my feelings or your not even 2 year old daughter. For godsake we are married!" it's was increasingly getting more difficult to keep that rage inside especially with how he was acting. The only way out of this was to break it off because this had happened before, alex always used his charm in such situations but you always came back to him thinking he would change "I'm leaving, I-I can't do this anymore. The only thing I get from this relationship is stress and heart break." "you always do this y/n. You blame me for this! Everyday I wake up to hear you whining about things, every fight we have you blame it on me like you are a sweet fucking angel. What do you think people will say when the find out about your freakish powers." Alex says with a small frown "go ahead leave see if I gvie a flying fuck." he says and removes the wedding ring from his fingers and throwing it somewhere. You were fully shocked by how toxic he had been this whole time, you stay quiet and remove your own ring and place it on the coffee table, walking to your room to collect all your clothes and things and just walking out with your daughter in your arm.

Now

That was 4 years ago, you sure have moved away from where you used to live, gotten yourself a good paying job, giving your daughters the best of the best you could. You haven't been with someone since then cause you had lost all hope you once had for love. You only loved one person that being your daughters, Avery and Shae. Your siblings had helped you get back to your feet as they knew about the whole situation where as your parents had been angry at you for acting in such childish manner but you knew they would react this way with their beliefs.

Today you had a day off from working at the studio, so you decided to go pick up avery and Shae take them out somewhere. You grab your car keys after taking a shower as you previously were going through your closet and cleaning old things out. You arrive at the school in about 20 minutes, you walk in only to walk into someones chest, you should seriously be more careful while walking. As you look up to see a handsome brunette you haven't seen around here before, a moment later you realize that you are still standing quite close to him. You move back while apologizing "I'm so sorry, I should really see where I'm going." you say with a small nervous chuckle "it's okay I should be careful too but I apologize too." the brunette guy says "it's ok-" you were cut off by a small pair of hands hugging your legs, you look down to see your girls looking up at you with a toothy smiles (showing their missing teeth) "hello to you ma'ams." you say as you pick them up carefully as ayesha walks over "I see you have met Mr. James and you have met y/n" "I have but I didn't know the name. It's nice to meet you James." you say with a kind smile "um actually it's it's bucky but um it's nice to meet you too." he says with a nervous yet kind smile. Ayesha looks at both of you with a smile like she knows something but you let it go "I should be heading out I have to get back to the towander, have a mission to go to." bucky says with a smile "it was really nice meeting you Avery and Shae it was also nice meeting your dad. I hope I get to meet you again y/n" bucky says with a small smirk as he walks away "did he just flirt with you?" ayesha says with the biggest smile at which you roll your eyes "he didn't he was just being nice." you say as you take the girl's bags from ayesha and hug her walking back to your car.

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"I'm going out for a bit girls, your aunt sara is going to be here, I want you to behave for her okay." you say as you look at the girls as they eat dinner "okay papa." they say with a smile as you kiss their foreheads and wait for your sister to get here so she can look after the girls while you go on a small mission, your friend Sam had messaged you saying he needed some 'magic help' as he put it. So here you were in your superhero outfit. As your sister arrives you hug her and thank her for doing this for you.

"where are you y/n!?" Sam shouts over the phone "I'm almost there calm down." you say as you look at your surroundings before fully reaching for your power "where are you I can't see you?" Sam asks as he flies above you "look down dipshit." you wave your hand to make him see you "I see okay, cap and the angry bird are currently in the base making sure there are no hostages before we attack." sam lands beside you before a blast is set of by the base "oh shit." you whisper as you look at the scene infront of you, before you even realize hydra agents start to run out with their guns firing at you and sam. Sam flys up in the sky while you reach for your power absorbing the electric energy surrounding you, you use it against a couple of hydra agents, one of them gets to close to you without you taking a notice to it before the agent could harm you in any way a metal arm wraps around the agents neck before you here a cracking noise. Your attention is taken by someone in black armor and a metal arm "um t-thank you." you say before feeling someone behind you, not having enough time to connect with your power, you kick the guy in his chest throwing him back with the force of the kick then you look at the guy in the black armor taking his knife from his belt and throwing it at the agent, it hit him square in the chest. You use your powers to get the knife back to you and handing it to the guy in the black armor but he seemed like you knew him from somewhere "h-have I seen you somewhere?" you ask as you both walk back to Sam as he is standing with cap "um yeah I'm I'm bucky the guy that was at the school earlier today." he says with a small smile. "oh yeah right, I totally forgot I'm-I'm so sorry." you had an apologetic look on your face "hey it's okay I forgot thinks to at times." he replies as you both reach Sam and Cap.

"I really liked the way you fought there." Cap or Steve told you "oh well thank you, I'm kind of surprised as I had been out of practice for a while." you say and look at your watch "um it's getting late I should probably get back home." you look at Sam "cap here wanted to ask you something before you left tho y/n." Sam says as he stops you "uh yeah i wanted to offer you a spot on the team." Steve says and he could see you were about protest against the idea, he stops you "think about it talk to your kids and before you ask sam has told me about it, see how they feel about the news and if then the answer turns out to be a yes then you can move in whenever you want y/n."

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. As always love you all and I hope you have a good day/night.

[angelplummie]

Please I loved your latest bnha post and I was wondering if you could do the same format (what they're insecure about) but with the shiratorizawa VBC ?

THINGS SHIRATORIZAWA ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better

comfort <33

masterlist

warnings: none!

class 1A boys

USHIJIMA

•has always disliked his eyes

•thinks they’re too small, and they’re really puffy in the mornings

•doesn’t like the colour either, a kid in his class called them ‘poopy’ and he never forgot LMAO POOR USHI

•doesn’t get him down, he has better things to worry about, but it does affect how he feels about his appearance

•one morning, after you stayed the night, you wake up alone in his bed

•you go downstairs to find him, and there his is, cooking breakfast in the pyjama pants you got his from christmas (cute)

• he turns around when he heard you enter, and his hair is all fluffy and his eyes are so tired and puffy and cute, you can’t help but giggle and coo at him

• he’s like “what’s funny?” and ur like “nothing toshi you’ve just got cute sleepy eyes”

•”you like my eyes?”

• your like “ :0 yeah!!!”

•”why?”

•what ushi doensy know is he opened the flood gates

“ >:( why?????? because they’re cute silly!!!! i like how they crinkle when u smile and they’re a good shape, and the colour looks good with ur skin!!!!”

• he went 😮😶🙂😊☺️ and pulls you into a side hug as he continues frying the eggs, kissing the top of ur head

•yeah, that made his day

TENDOU

• thinks he’s too skinny :((

•feels lanky and awkward sometimes

• especially cuz he’s always being compared to ushi who is so big

• HOWEVER, one day when ur hanging out, just mutually scrolling on instagram, he makes a discovery

• he hears you make an angry grunt-yell and push ur face into ur pillow

•”what?”

• you huff and push ur phone in his face, showing him a picture of one of those tik tok emo boys that definitely participated in the cat boy maid trend a couple months ago

•tendou notices he kinda has the same body as him, and they look a bit similar too

• “this man is SO fine i swear to fucking god” (you know when someone’s so fine u get pissed off? cuz i know)

•tendous eye brows raise, and his heart jolts

•”you like guys like that?”

•”uh yeah? let that mf do anything to me. what u smiling at?”

•he chuckles, trying to play it cool as his brain goes 100 miles an hour

•”nothing, nothing”

• the more you know 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

SEMI

•this is gonna sound stupid but hear with me

• he’s insecure bc he’s cute, but not handsome

• like he knows he’s good looking, but he’s not the most masculine, and he doesn’t wanna be known as a pretty boy

•he doesn’t talk about it much bc ppl r like ‘??? ur attractive whats the big deal’

• but it’s something he worries about a little bit

•let’s just say u have no problem with him being a pretty man

• but after he opens up to u about not wanting to be seen as ‘adorable’ but as ‘handsome’ or ‘hunky’ (he didn’t say hunky but he kinda meant it)you changed up ur compliments a bit

• whenever he walks into a room, looking lovely as per, you say, “there’s my handsome boyfriend ive been looking for u!!!”

•or when he’s pumped up during a game, when he finds u after they won and pulls you into a hug, you go “ngl eita u looked hunky out there”

•or just when he does things for you, and u jokingly say “oh thank goodness my big strong boyfriend was here to help me!”, even as a joke it makes him glow with happiness that the person he cares about the most sees him as everything he wants to be

• and you don’t have to fib once :)

GOSHIKI

• HATED his haircut when he fist got it, and i mean HATED it

•nearly didn’t show to school it was so bad

•he wouldn’t admit it to the team but tears were shed

•you begged him for hours over text for him to show you, you’re sure it’s not that bad, please could be show you,

•after some time had passed, facetimed you

•when you saw it your eyes lit up and you immediately started berating him with compliments

•”ITS SO CUTE I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT” “YOU HAD ME WORRIED FOR NOTHING TSUMO I LOVE IT”

• he’s surprised “really????????”

•” YEAH DUMB DUMB WOULD I LIE TO MY OWN BOYFRIEND”

•hangs up immediately, blushing bright pink after you said boyfriend

•texts you ‘thank you’ and throws his phone across the room HAHAH oh goshiki we’ve all been there

hi! as always i hope you enjoyed this! these r so fun to make pls request more of these. lmk if u don’t mind if they’re repetitive cuz i’m running low on ideas for these LMAO as per reblogs and replies appreciated!! p.s send in more requests i’m bored. bye love you bye!!!

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Do you remember?- Din Djarin x Reader

Request: I'm not sure if you would do this because the angst levels are insane. So din and (wife)reader go out to a mission, but the reader gets hit really badly on the head. She survives though!! Obviously dins happy abt that but she lost her memory. This is so sad but I live for this andndmcIt's okay if you dont wanna do this, and I really adore your work smfmxmcm thankyou! -anon

A/n: Hello my dear! Oh man this request is such a good idea! I’m not the best with angst, but I hope this lives up to your expectations. 

Please consider reblogging or leaving a comment, I love hearing what you all have to say! :) 

Warnings: memory loss, angst

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“Cyare, keep looking at me. Stay with me!” His hands hold you to his chest as he runs back to the ship.

“Din, I wanna sleep.” Your words slur together and your mind screams at you to rest. It’s becoming too hard to keep your eyelids open, your skull throbbing.

“No no no, don’t sleep. Come on cyare, stay awake. Focus on my voice. We’re almost back.”

“‘M sorry, love you.” You offer him one smile before succumbing to the screams of your brain.

“No no no no. You’re not sorry. You have no reason to be sorry. You’re gonna be sorry if you stay asleep.” He rushes up the hatch, bringing you to his bunk, and tucks you in. Grabbing bacta and medicine, he tries to patch up every cut and bruise that formed on you.

If only he had been a little faster. He had watched as the quarry threw the explosive. He had watched as your body was thrown back against a wall. He had watched as his heart fell to his feet. Out of instinct he shot down the quarry and his legs carried him to our body.

You had looked too peaceful to have just been thrown by an explosive. And now you lay there on your bed looking just as unfazed.

***

Your body starts to move under him, signalling your wake. Instantly he opens his eyes and looks down at you, biting his lip in excitement. It’s been three days since you’ve moved. He’s tried everything to get you to wake up, extra bacta shots, small sips of water, and just leaving you to rest. Every night he wraps the two of you up in blankets and molds himself to your body.

His hand moves to cup your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Cyare? Are you finally waking up for me?” Your eyes open and he instantly attaches to your mouth. “Cyar’ika, I thought I lost you. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Get off me! Who are you? Where am I?” You push him off of you and move from beneath his body, taking the blanket and sinking into the corner. When he gives you no answer, you yell out, “Who are you?”

His eyes soften and his heart shatters, scattering into millions of pieces. “Cyare? It’s me. Din, your husband.”

You scoff, “Don’t lie to me. I’ve never even thought of marriage. Who are you?”

The child runs up to you with his arms outstretched. He babbles as he slaps your knee, climbing into your lap.

Taking the child into your arms you scowl at the strange man. “Are you a kidnapper? You are aren’t you? I know all about you. Kidnapping me and this kid, trying to fill the void of a family you don’t own. GET AWAY!”

He stops from where he was slowly walking over to you. “No cyare. I-”

“Why do you call me that?” Grabbing a wrench over to your side, you pull the child closer to your chest and hold it up to him. “Don’t get any closer, I’m not afraid to hit you. And we both know that this will do some damage.”

Fighting back tears, he stands up and rushes to the cockpit, locking himself in. Sitting in the pilot seat he rests his elbows on his knees and hangs his head in his hands. Sniffles and small cries fall from him as warm tears trail down his cheeks.

Resting on one of the shelves to the side of his seat is a framed photo. A photo he took of you on your honeymoon. You’re smiling as you hold a bouquet of wildflowers. The white flowy dress you wear highlights your curves, and your hair rests naturally. Taking the frame into his hands, he watches as teardrops fall around your face. Subconsciously he fiddles with the wedding ring that decorates his left hand.

“Hey, ummm, I’m sorry for freaking out.”

He turns and sees you standing in the doorway, hands clutched together and your head hung low. No words seem to form and he just sits there as you walk over. You sit down in front of him on the floor and take the frame into your own hands.

His eyes trail over your face, searching for every miniscule twitch and tell of your emotion. Your fingertips trace along your photographed figure. You look up at him, meeting his dewy eyes. “Where was this?”

He sighs softly, “It was during our honeymoon. I took you to a planet with a small population, that way we could celebrate without having the worry of someone seeing me without my helmet.”

You nod, your eyes unfocusing as you try and piece back together the broken memory. Slowly, you reach for his hand, taking his palm into your own hands and twirling his ring. You hold your left hand in his and play with your own ring.

“How long have we been married?”

He breaths in, too many emotions tugging on his weak heart. “Umm about a year and a half now.” Again, you nod. “Cyare?” You hum and look at him. “Do you remember anything?”

“Ummm.” Scooting forward on the floor to sit in between his legs, you rest your head on his thigh. One of his hands starts to pet the top of your head. “Not really, but my heart does this thing when I’m near you. It’s like a magnetic pull, my mind screaming at me to run into your arms.”

More tears start to fall from his eyes, as he nods. “I feel it too.”

You stand and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He watches as your eyes glaze and a smile forms on your lips. “Wait, I’ve remembered something.” You leech onto the spot of soft skin beneath his ear, sucking and nipping. He groans and his hands rub at your back. “I remembered how if I ever wanted anything, I’d just suck on this spot and you couldn’t say no.”

He chuckles, pulling your face out from his neck. The two of you look at one another and smile. “You have me wrapped around your finger. Do you remember anything else?”

Looking up you try to focus on anything. After a few minutes you frown, looking back down you shake your head. “No, sorry.” Water starts to build in your eyes, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey.” His thumb brushes away the tears and he smiles at you. “It’s okay. It’ll all hopefully come back eventually, and even if it doesn’t we have our entire lives to make new memories. All I need is you in my arms.”

You nod and nuzzle into his embrace, tucking yourself away from the world. “Can you tell me what you remember?” Your hands twirl and play with the ends of hair at the base of his head.

He chuckles, “Where do I even begin?”

“From the beginning.”

“Glad to know you still have your humor.” He kisses at the side of your head as you giggle and squirm. “From the beginning…”

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Next part: No, but I am trying

Well, I hope you all liked it! My heart hurts a little from writing this, but hey, that’s good... right? 

Anyway, Love you all! 

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For the ask game: 💚💚💚

44. How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

67. What’s the worst thing a person can be?

93. Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them?

OoOooOOO here we go!

Prepare for a long post with some venting sprinkled in

Okay, first: do I lie? Not much. I know a lot of people say that but I'm actually pretty proud of the fact that I don't lie often; I used to have a big problem with making stuff up about my life as a way to mask and fit in with neurotypicals. I was never my true self with my friends, out of fear of being shamed or bullied. I mostly stayed on tumblr back then (way more than now, if u can believe it) still had this blog, just a 'beta' version of it lol and I was in soooo many fandoms, I didn't interact with ppl tho, I'd be scrolling through fanfic and art all day, reblogging stuff and posting art that got literally ZERO notes lol, daydreaming about living in my hyperfixations and venting to a brick wall (essentially) about what I now know to be OCD. When I was revamping this blog, deleting all my old posts, I found that vent post I made all those years ago, I took a screenshot of it just to keep. It was so insane to see how far I've come but also sad to remember how I was feeling back then.

I actually cried thinking abt how I'd never be able to be my full self around someone and that I'd never have a genuine friend who I could laugh with and feel comfortable with. Whenever friends wanted to hang out or call me, I'd be nervous all day thinking about it, dreading it, basically. It was bad. But then I met @valentineee and she's honestly the first true friend I've ever had, she's my wife and I love her with all my heart‼️‼️‼️😭😭💗💗💗

So, since I met Valentine, I've finally become comfortable being who I am and I vowed to stop lying. Obviously sometimes it's inevitable, like if you have to do it because of circumstances- but other than that, I think I'm very truthful! And I'm really proud of myself for it💗

That kinda branches off to the sub-question, is all lying inherently bad? I don't think so because some people may have genuine, mental blocks or traumas that can make them feel like they need to to protect themselves. However, there are people out there who lie and take advantage of people just because they can, which is different. Overall, I think lying isn't too bad unless you are generally a trustworthy person💖

What's the worst thing a person can be?

A LIAR- no just kidding lol😭😭

Wow glitter... way to hit me with the heavy questions😭

Imo, the worst thing a person can be is immoral, inconsiderate, hurtful and evil, all on purpose. If someone does these things because they find it fun to see people suffer, that's the worst kind of person to me.

💤💤💫💫💫Dreamss💫💫💫💤💤

I used to draw meaning from my dreams to an unhealthy degree. All of you that have OCD would know that intrusions invade your dreams, I had awful dreams like this and every time I woke up, I'd be convinced I was actually a monster, dreaming of disgusting stuff. But that's not true, I was only dreaming about it because I spent EVERY. WAKING. MOMENT thinking about my intrusive thoughts, literally, I was inconsolable, I was constantly rocking back and forth or pacing or shaking my leg, every so often I'd scream and yell and twitch and my face would be pulled down in this awful grimace. It was painful, I literally can't believe I survived that. I couldn't be left alone because I was so scared and I had to sleep with my mam because the thoughts got worse when I was alone. I'm medicated now, so things are good. Intrusive thoughts will always be there but I've gotten so much better at trusting that I'm a good person🥰

Mkay... went on a whole ass vent there and bared my soul, oops-

Point being, I don’t really assign meaning to my dreams, if people do, I'm completely alright with it. I choose not to because of trauma. Also, I dont think it’s really possible to assign a definitive meaning to something as fleeting as a dream (wow am I a poet-) like, I do find it cool that a lot of ppl will dream of the same thing but I think that's just another thing that connects us, we're all human and have similar anxieties and fears.

I think I've written enough now😳😳 sorry for the angst urrrr

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Only One God For Me

(Part 2 of Love Never Wins)

SUMMARY: After blowing up at him afyer weeks of hiding out you challenge Loki to hand to hand. Blowing up might have been the best thing, it could help you let off that frustration you had built up.

Characters: Nat, Clint, Thor, Loki, avengers on the side line.

(Loki x you, clint x you, Thor x you, Nat x you)

ANNOUNCEMENT: I didnt know how much part 1 was going to be but I am forever greatful in this amazing community! Thank you guys SO much! Check out my other stuff too if you like this. As always reblog, ask, comment, and like! After I finish up here I'll be back to writing for Fire and Ice. Thank you again so SO much for everything! 💚💚💚

Loki Master List

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You and Nat were standing at one end of the training area as Loki walked in. You glanced up from Nat wrapping your hands and noticed he was wearing his normal traing gear. Plain leather black pants with a dark green Henley, his hands already wrapped.

"Focus, your getting distracted." She said yanking on one of the straps.

"Ow. I cant help it Nat, we went from cant keep our hands away from each other to literally fist fighting each other. Ya know this is normally frowned upon is normal society." You streched your fingers out and balled them back up streching out the gloves a little.

"Hunny, even in a perfect world were anything but normal. I mean for god sakes your fighting a literal god. You remember what I taught you. Right?" She asked looking almost terrified for me.

"Yes mother, I havent forgotten. This is gonna be a piece of cake." Inside you were freaking out. You normally was in a very high spot with your bow or normally trying to break into the computers. You wasnt normally in hand to hand combat, but you were smarter than to think you would never need it.

You turned shaking you head and putting the mouth piece in your mouth. Hitting you fist together jumping back and forth getting ready. Loki just stood there smirking. You was gonna smack that smirk off his face.

"Hey sis, Im not saying you cant beat him just be careful. He throws a nasty left hook." Clint said munching on some chips."Thanks, Hawk. Mind explaining why the rest of the team is here?" You mumbled around the mouth piece.

"Thor, definitely Thor." He said walking back to the small group that gathered.

"Sweetheart. Are we gonna fight or are you just gonna stand there chit chatting?" He called across the mat.

"I'm coming." You walked across the mat to the center. Someone hit a bell signaling for the fight to start and he jumped toward you. You dodged his first attemped and circled him slowly. You could read his every move, read where he was going next.

You took a defence stance that Nat had taught you from your training before he lunged again. This time you managed to upper cut him in the side knocking some of the wind from him.

"Oh you little minx. I figured I would take it easy on you but we can play your way also." This time he took a step back centering himself. Looking up you noticed he had a dangerous look in his eye.

"I didnt invite you here to take it easy on me, I invited you because you dont take anything serious. Because if someone like me can beat you in hand to hand then anyone can." You stepped closer to him gauging what move you was going to make next.

He dropped down to the mat attempting to sweep your legs out from under you, he missed one but caught the other causing you to fall. He jumped on top of you pinning your hands above your head. "Now this positions brings back memories." He whispered to you causing your face to turn bring red. You brought your leg up able to wrap it around his waist and slammed him back down to the mat gaining some advantage.

"This one also." He smirked. You raised your fist above you aiming for his face. Whem you brought it down he moved his head causing you to miss. It felt like forever that you were both on the mat neither one gaining aginst the other. A busted lip here a bloody nose there. When the bell rang for a break Nat was in your corner with Clint offering you some water and a rag ti wipe the blood off.

"Sis, I'm try in real hard not to grab an arrow and stabe him with it." Clint said from one side. You could see anger in his eyes.

"Hawk, its fine. Given the circumstance its all good. Its just training in a matter of speaking. Anger is mostly wunning but I got this. I was trained by the best. I'm not even tired." You took another drink of water before going back out to the mat.

"This is fun. I have never seen my brother trying harder to win anything in his life." Thor shouted across the room. "Lady y/n is quite good at sparing. We must fight sometime." Thor laughed.

A few more rounds when and you could feel the weight of the afternoon but you wasjt about to simply throw in the towel just yet. You knew you could get the best of him. You had thrown him back on the mat then he took his feet placing them on your chest shoving you off of him. Before you knew it you were surrounded by multipuls of him.

"Loki we agreed no sedair! This is cheating!" You yelled at them.

"God of Mischief and lies sweetheart. Besides we're in weird predicaments all the time. You said so yourself. Tell you what. You find the real me and I'll forfeit." One of the clones said. You stood up in the middle of them all focusing everything you had on concentrating, ignoring Clint yelling in the background and the rest of the group shouting.

You opened your eyes zeroing in on one closest to you and walked up to him.

"Are you sure your right about this decision?" It mocked.

"Yeah. I think I am." You brought the ball of yoyr fist up crashing it into Loki's nose. The rest of the clones disappered as he fell to his knees in front of you. "You are a complete and utter asshole Loki Odinson. I hope that it messes with you for a while that you got beat by a mortal." You started unwrapping your gloves as you walked away.

Over the next few weeks you avoided every living space in the tower that you knew he would be in. It had truly hurt you that he had cheated during the fight. You still couldnt understand how just months before you couldn't keep your hands off of each other now you were both avoiding each other like the plague.

"Miss y/n. Team has a mission. Tony wants everyone in the confrence room dressed and ready in 15 minutes." JARVIS called pausing your movie. With a roll of your eyes you walked to your bedroom to start getting ready. Pulling out your tight skinny jeans a black tank top and your zip up hoodie you French braided your hair and grabbed your bow case before heading down.

The rest of the team was gathered when you walked in and placed your case on the table opening it up to make sure everything was right. Streching out the strings and making sure the sights were spot on aiming them to the other side of the room where Loki stood.

"It would be more effecitve if you had an arrow." Clint whispered next to you.

"Shut up, I'm just making sure everything is right." You put it back down in the case and started going over your arrows.

"You realize we have a place you can put that when your not using it." Tony said walking around you.

"Right up your ass if you suggest that again." You laughed putting everything back up.

"Love the enthusiasm kid." Tony laughed walking to the front of the table.

"Ok Team, going to be a long few days for us. Just got some Intel about a caravan carrying some explosives across the Scandinavian border. Gonna have to divide into teams for this one. Hawk, Nat, Strange, Rodgers, Bruce, and Thor you'll be starting at the meeting point and working your way toward us. The rest is with me." Tony pulled a map up on the big screen showing where you wwre going.

"Oh come on, why cant I be with the A team?" You asked with a groan.

"Sorry kid, gotta divide it up right. One god for each, one Archer. Only fair. And even if you two hate each other you guys work good together." Tony shrugged.

"Yeah sorry kid." Clint laughed.

"Hey I'm a full three minutes older that you. Probably explains why I'm better. Whatever. I'll go pack my stuff." You huffed standing up.

The next two hours seems to drag by, it was freezing here. You was just ready to get this over with so that you could go back home and relax in a nice warm bath, you pulled your jacket tighter aginst you.

"I've told you many times that you should start wearing the uniform that they gave you. You'll freeze to death one day." Loki said taking off his cloak and putting it around your shoulders.

"Thanks, but I'm still pissed at you." You hugged it closer. "I hate the whole uniform thing. To tight to revealing."

Another few minutes pass before Tony gives everyone the heads up that your about to be over the caravan. Figuring you were warm enough you took the cloak off and handed it back to him. "You may still be pissed at me but I do still care very deeply for you y/n. I was an idiot for everything." He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders. When his fingers grazed yours there was a surge that went through you.

"Give me time. You really hurt me, not just by breaking up with me but by lying to me during training. Good luck out there God of Mischief."

"Tony, your gonna have to get lower i cant get a clear shot on the driver!" You yelled over the wind whipping around your face. About that time a diffrent arrow shot through gettkng the driver in the side causing the vehicle to completly stop.

"Gotta be faster than that sis. One for me." Clint laughed over the com.

"You are my least favorite person right now Hawk." You mumbled. Tony brought the Quinn Jet down so your team could spread out.

"That is truly saying something my dear." Lokis smooth voice said in your ear.

"You gave me your cloak to keep me warm. Gave you a fell points." You pulled back again and shot it through the truck behind the first hitting the driver in the head. "Got one, Hawk, your next."

"Can we cut the chatter. Got alot going on in the sky at the moment." Tony said. Youbcould here something firing above you looking up you could see Tony being followed by a jet firing at him. "Need some back up guys. Twins. Anyone."

"Hawk. I need a Boom Boom stick." You met him in the middle of the road.

"I really wish you wouldnt call them that." He said handing you one. You both pulled your bows back and aimed. "Heads or tails?"

"I like the tails." You let go of the sting and watched as the jet exploded.

"I think she can call them whatever she wants as long as she keeps doing a good job keeping bogies off my ass." Tony yelled over the coms.

"I hate this. I cant see shit down here." You yelled over to Clint. "I gotta get higher." You looked around eyeballing the turnes over truck. You threw the bow across your back and started climbing up the truck. Shots rang around you one grazing your side, before it had started it was like it stopped looking behind you you noticed Loki with his daggers in his hands.

"You need to pay more attention y/n." He scolded you.

"Why pay attention when I have someone keeping an eye out for me." You smiled.

"Oh darling Im doing more than just keeping an eye out." After everything that ass had done to you he was flirting FLIRTING with you.

"Y/N! No. More. Gods." Clint yelled. From here you could see everything going on. Nat fighting two men, you took one out easily from your spot. She shot you a thumbs up. Bruce had hulked out throwing things everywhere, multiple times you had to dodge something flying your way. The fight was almost over when you glanced behind you noticing four men backing Loki aginst a turned over car.

His hands were up as if in surrender. "Loki why arent you using your sedair?" You mumbled pulling the bow back.

"Well darling you could say that I am in on of those weird predicaments. I've exahusted alot of my power down here." His back was aginst the truck now.

"Could let him get beat up." Clint pipped in as you shot one of your last arrows though two of the guys standing there. You watched Loki easily take out the other two.

"Told you Hawk, I'm not like that." You smiled walking over to Loki. "Although you could use a little practice in hand to hand, dont you agree?"

"Only if your the one practicing with me he smailed down at you.

"Ugh! Y/n! No mo-" Clint started before you pulled the com from your ear.

"Only one God for me." You leaned up kissing Loki on the cheek.

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[krazy-kipo]

I posted 69 times in 2021

63 posts created (91%)

6 posts reblogged (9%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.1 posts.

I added 142 tags in 2021

#kataow - 27 posts

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#scarlemagne x reader - 16 posts

#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts - 15 posts

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#incorrect kataow quotes - 6 posts

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#this is the mod frog equivalent of someone dropping a million hints they like you and you dont catch on

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Reader: Sitting in Scarlemagnes library reading a book

Scarlemagne: Hi there. Remember that time you showed me love and affection?

Reader: ...?

Scarlemagne: Well I'm here to stay now. I got feelings. Thats how it works. You showed me human kindness. Something I'm not used too. But hey you did it, you fucked up. I'm your problem now.

(This also works for Jamack lol)

58 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 21:54:06 GMT

#4

Scralemagne: There's only one thing worse than dying.

*Rips paper off of a board to reveal the words (Y/N) dying*

(Y/N): Myself.

Scralemagne: No?

60 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 05:52:09 GMT

#3

*peeks in and slides a couple of cans of explosion berry sodas your way* can i uh get something with Jamack and a short reader? Like smol and ready to fight for their friends constantly, especially if the kids are at risk or in danger cause they act like a big {heh} sibling to them. Just wondering and i hope you have an amazing rest of your year and start of your new year!

You're gonna kill him. Really you are. Here you are small fragile thing and yet you jump into dangerous situations like it's nothing. When he croaks over and dies it's going go be because of YOU.

You're just like Kipo. No you're worse than Kipo because at least Kipo can turn into the jaguar. You? You just jump into danger with no plan and he knows you love these kids. He does too. But do you have to be so wreckless??? Are you trying to d i e?

As he's untying you, you don't seem to see anything wrong with this situation.

He frowns at you crossing his arms as you shrug the now untied ropes off. Standing up without his help he taps his foot upset. You look at him confused and he huffs. When you say nothing his eye begins twitching.

"What?" He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"What have I said about going into Newton Wolf territory? Especially alone?What if you died? What if I didn't get here on time?" He begins quietly berating you as he glances around for the Wolves. You swallow and look away rubbing at your arm as he continues scouring for danger.

"We needed the supplies." Bless your stupid love filled and trusting heart. You always though everything was going to be okay, that you could do anything and everything was possible. But Jamack had seen the darker part of this world and as amazing as you were, one of these days something bad would happen to you if you weren't careful. "... I'm sorry..." You mumble. Jamack pauses shifting to look at you. You did genuinely look remorseful.

Closing his eyes he counts in his head to keep from yelling at you.

Sighing he gently takes your hand. Looking up at him he smiles stroking your cheek before bending down and picking you up bridal style. Squeaking he chuckles. That time he scares you!

Squatting with a small smirk he jumps out of the library window and begins hopping back to camp. You cling to him hiding in his dress shirt as he jumps onto a tree and begins to hops from branch to branch.

"... Hey Jamack?" Humming as he concentrates on getting away you hold him tighter. He slows a bit and looks down at you. "I love you." You mumble.

Sighing he gently puts his head to yours. "I love you too." You'd be the death of him but for love? He'd die again and again.

62 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 02:22:05 GMT

#2

Y/N: Scarlemagne says ‘I love you’ in a very weird way.

Kipo: Really how?

Y/N: Watch this.

Y/N: Hugo! I love you!

Scarlemagne: I’d kill for you.

71 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 18:31:23 GMT

#1

What do you think the Oak family's reactions would be to Kipo bringing home a date for the first time. Particularly Hugo and Wolf?

Holding the flowers you picked and the glitter covered card you made you smile as you knock on Kipos door. There's a long pause and you shift nervously. Smiling you pull at your hair to make sure it's perfect and tug at your clothes so they look nice before someone answers the door. Holding the flowers and card close you smile.

"Oh Wolf. Hi! Ummm... Is Kipo ready? Can I come in?" Swallowing you don't mean to be so talkative but your just so nervous. You knew Wolf and the rest of her family of course but things had been so busy you never got properly acquainted.

With all the excitement latley it'd been hard to get to know Kipos new friends from the surface. It was also hard to admit you had feelings for Kipo. It took almost loosing her for you to finally admit you liked her. Thinking back it's kind of a miracle you can stand here with flowers for her right now.

I mean your burrow got destroyed and Kipo dissapeared which kinda made talking to her hard, then there was Emilia telling you Kipo was bad after the whole Scarlemagne incident, then all the Humfa stuff when you escaped the crew ship, never getting to ask her to Phram cause she was so busy planning it, and after that it was just always hard to catch her.

Smiling as Wolf opens the door grunting you step inside. Kipo was going to pick you up but it was Valentine's Day and you wanted to surpise her.

"Ahhhh so you must be the illustrious (Y/N). Kipo hasn't stopped raving about you." Blushing at the thought of Kipo talking about you, you turn and see Kipos older brother Scarlemagne.

"Oh hi." You still were a little nervous to be around him since he did control you by force for awhile but you'd seen him change. Kipo had changed him. She did that. "Oh uhhhhh..." Placing the flowers on the table you take out two cards. "There not as elaborate or special as the one I made for Kipo but I still made one for everyone and I hope you think their nice." Holding out a card for Scralemagne he pauses before taking it. Wolf has been side eyeing you this whole time and you swallow holding out the one you'd made for her.

You can already tell they don't like you. It's not so much you as them wanting to keep Kipo happy and safe but you felt a tad insulted that after everything you'd done for Kipo even before you confessed they'd still think your not good enough. You guess it was fine though. You'd win them over in time.

"I ummmm... got really nice flowers for Kipo." You state. "And we'll be home by dark. Uhhh are Lio and Song here?" You ask looking for the parents. Song and Lio were a little less intense than Kipos siblings.

"Is a mute not good enough for you?" Scralemagne responds opening your card with a deadpan expression. Glancing at Wolf hoping for help the girl gives you none as she holds the card looking confused. Sighing you close your eyes to summom strength.

"Scarle-" Pausing you shake your head gripping Kipos card. No. He wasn't that person anymore. Kipo had helped him and you weren't going to let that go unnoticed. "Hugo." You say slowly. "That's not what I meant." Taking a calming breath you stare at Hugo and Wolf. They cared about Kipo but so did you. You were not getting scared off. You were here to stay.

Watching Scarlemagnes expression as he reads your card he pauses eyes widening. Looking up at you he hums.

"The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. Robert Lewis Steveson." Looking down unsure if that was something you should have quoted he laughs. Snapping your head up shocked Hugos laughing.

"What's so funny?" Kipo questions coming down from her room. "OH MY GOD (Y/N)!" Eyes turning pink, purple furr surrounds you as your girlfriend pulls you in for a famous Kipo Jagaur hug.

"Nothing. Your partners here..." Hugo says with a roll of his eyes. Chuckling he tucks the letter you wrote into his jacket and you take that as a good sign. "Is well read and knows a good joke." Smiling at him Wolf looks at her own card giving a small smile before looking back up nodding at you.

"Oh awesome! So glad you get along!" Kipo cheers smiling. Smiling back she kisses your cheek. Blushing brighter than her eyes she laughs. "Ready?" She questions. Nodding a bit dazed at how amazing she is, Kipo pulls you out the door as Hugo and Wolf wave goodbye.

You swear you hear Hugo muttering about Kings and rulers and how it means nothing without family before the door shuts but as Kipo transforms you can't bring yourself to think of it. Holding onto her furr and her Valentine's card you feel the wind blow through your hair as you hang on.

"HAPPY VALENTINES KIPO!" You shout as she roars running to where you'd told her to go.

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[absurdthirst]

i have this thing where i stop thinking people are not my friends anymore bc they stop talking to me and i always seem to be the one looking for a conversation and when i don't even get an answer i just never send messages anymore. like even with mutuals or internet friends i just stop considering them friends. They're like someone i know but to me they're not my friend anymore.

There's this famous post here on tumblr that i see reblogged a lot that has 1 million notes and i always see it and I'm like damn i DONT relate. And it says: doesn't matter if we stopped talking i still consider u my friend.

In reality i talk to like 4 people on here rn and 2 of them I'm recently talking to them. And the other 2 I've been talking for some time that i do consider good friends.

And with people i can see and hang out with. I only talk to two people.

I do know more people but i rarely talk to them so part of me is like "friend!!!!!" And the other part is like "person i know! Who i just refer to "person i know""

I asked one of my friends why that is. Why do i stop thinking they're my friend when someone stops talking to me. Sometimes i don't do it on purpose. Sometimes it goes by weeks or months since i talked to someone and i see them pop up on my feed and I'm like oh right they exist.

She said that maybe i just don't want to get hurt.

Could be.

Also while I'm on this topic.

I don't like when people on here say stuff like "oh pls talk to me guys. Slide into my DMs i wanna make friends" and then when you do slide into their DMs they never respond. Like i get it life. But also how can u say that if u don't really wanna answer people or have the time. I don't think it's cool for either parties. It makes the person who said "slide into my DMs" bad and also the person looking for a friendship.

Has happened to me various times where i wanna start a friendship and they never answer me. So i just rarely try to make friends on here anymore and i just stick to sending people nice asks or anon. And that part of me who sees that mutual or person i follow who doesn't follow me back as FRIEND. i just tone it down.

really curious about what your answer to this ask will be. Thank u for hearing me or i guess reading me.

So I'm going to admit, I'm horrible at answering sometimes. Not because I'm ignoring someone or anything like that, but because I see it and then the cat throws up or the kid decides it's a perfect time to play 'crash the scooter' or I get an outage at work. And then I forget what I was doing until I open my messages again.

I try my hardest to answer in a timely manner, but it also doesn't help that Tumblr shows you online for HOURS past when you actually log off. So the person that sent a message and am anticipating an answer feels like they are being brushed off.

I have a different mentality on the idea. Because I grew up moving from place to place as a part of a military family, I had friends from all over. I could not speak to them for years, but then get a call or a message and it's like "MY FRIEND!". The only people I won't consider friends anymore are people I've had to cut out of my life for reasons like being toxic or no good for me.

Plus there are people in here that I will chat with for a few days straight, we won't talk for while because we are both busy and then, it's coming and yelling at them in the DMs because of something they wrote/posted and we pick up where we left off.

As far as them not following you back, I follow no one as absurdthirst, because this isn't my original blog. So that could be something to take into consideration.

The sliding into DM's things I avoid, myself. Just because I'm not sure what exactly someone is looking for in a friend. Have I gone screaming my love for them into someone's inbox when I just have to? Hell yes. And I love when when we become friends because of it. But I also am the type of person that believes that you know what kind of friends you want better than I do. Very rarely do I give someone advice and offer to talk to them in DM does someone actually do it. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[ten0rreaper]

Here’s my entry to the @pnatsecretsanta for 2020! @quarktrinity, I hope you enjoy! It’ll be crossposted to ao3, link will be in a reblog. Thank you for your patience!

Isabel: hey so

Isabel: when are u going to get here

Max: wat?

Max: its xmas ev

Isabel: you really need to get a new phone

Isabel: and remember? youre supposed to come to my place tonight, wait it out

Isabel: max?

Isabel: if you were spacing out again im going to kill you

Isabel: you WERE doing the face again now that i think about it

Max: u guys ned 2 mak imprtnt info cler. Y i spcd

Isabel: you need to listen! this time mr spender remembered to tell u and everything. youre not allowed to be mad at us this time

Isabel: in short, get ur butt over here before midnight. sneak out if u need to, thats what isaac does

Isabel: in long, if u dont santas gonna kill u

----

“Let me get this straight.” 11:30 P.M. December 24th, 20XX. Max sat in Ed’s room on a chair hastily drawn up, with a jacket pulled hastily over his pajamas and hat still jammed on his head, massaging his temples. “Santa’s real, he’s a spirit, and he hates all spectrals and is coming to kill us?”

“That’s a bit of an oversimplification, but yeah,” Isaac said, and Max shot him a glare. He could hear that smugness. “So like, there’s a lot of spirits that kinda grow from ideas humans have, right? I don’t know what’s up with Scrapdragon, but like, Muse came from the ideas around ancient Greek muses, like his name. They can be really off base but still have the same ideas- like Lucifer, Mr. Spender’s spirit, is just some lightbulb guy, but Lucifer does mean light and stuff, so they can just be along those lines. But like, a LOT of kids believe in Santa and think about him a lot, so there’ve been a few spirits that manifested around the idea of a guy who can get anywhere to deliver presents to good kids and punishments to bad ones, especially with stories like Krampus too.”

“But most spirits can’t interact with humans, so this guy mostly goes around to other spirits and ghosts and stuff,” Isabel said, distracted by her attempts to spin her umbrella like a top. “So he likes spirits a lot. And we kick a lot of spirit butt,” she punctuated this with a particular spirited spin of the umbrella, “so he hates us and comes to try to kill us every year. And because he can teleport, he can get inside the barrier. So gramps makes us all stay with him until sunrise every year so that all the adults can fight off santa and his reindeer so we don’t get put in a sack and teleported somewhere.”

Max groans and tries to fall backwards in his chair, but the chair doesn’t budge. “Your paint really isn’t good for drama,” Max informed Ed.

“Don’t be so dramatic then,” Ed snickered. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you, You just stay at home all night. I have to sneak out! My dad’ll kill me if he finds out!”

“I just put a pillow in my blankets and it’s fine,” Isaac says with a shrug. “If your dad looks harder than that, we probably have a tool lying around that can wipe memories or something.”

“I don’t want to mind wipe my dad,” Max grumbled, but resigned himself to slumping grumpily in his chair to watch Ed play some punching game or whatever. Bad enough that his own baseball bat might want to eat him, and he was trapped in this town with no way out- now Christmas hated him too. 

Isaac caught his eye and smiled sympathetically. “You get used to it,” he whispered.

“I thought I was used to it a month ago.”

Max jumped as a knock on the door sounded, glaring at Isabel’s laughter. The door opened without waiting for a response. Mr. Spender poked his head in through the door with a goofy grin. “Alright, kids! You all ready for this year’s Christmas night?”

Ed didn’t even look away from his video game, waving lazily. “We could use some snacks. That’d be nice.”

“Yeah, where are the snacks, old man? You want us to starve?” Isabel waved her umbrella at him like a grumpy old woman might a cane.

“You’re well fed enough already. I made sure of that.” It spoke wonders to how used to this existence Max had become that Mr. Spender knocking politely had scared him, but Isabel’s grandpa floating through the wall didn’t. The man’s bulk and imperious gaze still caused him some anxiety, though, and he had to consciously remind himself that he’s a punk, he’s cool, and he doesn’t respect anyone’s authority, even a scary ghost’s. Yeah, totally. 

The atmosphere of the room quickly shifted, and Isabel’s eyes dropped. “Yeah, I was just joking. Sorry, Grandpa.”

“Joke or not, this night is too much effort to make light of. My students and I are putting ourselves at risk for you,” Mr. Guerra said, looming over the room, “so only vocalize a need if you need it.”

Isabel glowered at the carpet. “Alright, Grandpa…”

“So. I will ask again. Are you all prepared? Midnight strikes soon.”

“We are, sir,” Isaac said. Max fought not to pull a face at Isaac’s please pay attention to me, authority figure tone, but for once it was helpful, so whatever. He could let it slide. 

Mr. Guerra eyed Isaac. “...good. We’ll get you once the sun begins to rise.” And with that, he turned away and slid down through the floor. Max could already hear him barking at the pupils below.

Mr. Spender grimaced. “Well… good! Everything’s all set then.”

Isabel grumbled, picking at the carpet.

“...trust me,” Mr. Spender said, forcing audibly fake cheer into his voice, “This isn’t a hassle at all. You guys getting stuffed into a sack- now, that would be quite the kerfuffle!”

They all stared as Mr. Spender slowly deflated. “...sure,” Max said. “Uh, we’ll be good, stay up here, it’s fine.”

“Great.” Mr. Spender nodded, stared awkwardly for a moment, and stepped out the door. “Well, Merry Christmas, children!” He shut the door behind him. Max listened with the others as his footsteps hurried down the hall to the stairwell.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, a distinctly uncomfortable experience for Max. It was almost impossible not to ramble, and he was reaching his breaking point and about to open the floodgates of inane and overly verbose chatter when Ed, thankfully, took point.

“That sucked,” he said simply, and Isabel groaned and fell back.

“I hate when he does that!” Isabel laid her umbrella by her side and waved her hands in the air exasperatedly. “It’s like he has no in between and I’m always either The Best And He’s So Disappointed In Me For Not Being Perfect or A Helpless Kid He Needs To Do Everything For! He always gets like this tonight!”

Ed paused his game, and reached around to pat her on the knee. “I mean, we could prove him wrong. We beat up spirits all the time, how hard could this be?”

“Okay, hold up, hand on,” Max said. “No? I- this is a terrible idea, you just got finished telling me about how if I wasn’t here I’d be killed by Santa, and now you want to go out there and fight Santa?”

“Well, not Santa,” Ed said. “Duh. He mostly just sends his reindeer to do everything and hangs out on rooftops.”

“And no offence Max, but uh…” Isaac scratched the back of his head.

“You’d totally get killed if you were on your own.” Isabel flipped herself upright. “All you got is that dinky bat, and magnet powers. You can’t even do a spec shot, dude, you’d get thrown in a sack in no time. We’d be fine.”

Max crossed his arms. “Alright, screw you too.”

“But other than that… that sounds like it could be pretty fun.” Isabel grinned. “Show the old man and his big dumb deer who’s boss. Maybe then he’ll stop coming to Mayview every year.”

“That would be pretty nice actually.” Isaac was clearly thinking hard- he had his broody face on. “I would like to stop having to sneak out every year. Sooner or later my parents will notice.”

Max shuddered. “Actually, yeah, Isaac has a point. I don’t want to die to Rudolph or anything, but if we keep having to do this, I’ll die to my dad, which is way worse honestly.”

“Your dad’s a teddy bear,” Isabel said, and rolled her eyes. “Stop complaining.”

“You haven’t seen him when I fail a test!”

“So are we going or what?” Isabel was already pulling her jacket back on, tucking her umbrella firmly under her arm. Ed bounced on the balls of his feet with a grin, already eyeing up the window and painting himself a rope. 

Max looked at Isaac, who shrugged and got to his feet. Max sighed, and stood up, regretfully leaving his scooter on the floor. “Yeah, alright. We’re going.”

Well, Max was regretting this. He was regretting this so much. He tromped through the snowy woods, eternally grateful for his boots. “Why in the world do we have to fight the spirits of Christmas in the woods? Why can’t we do it in town, or like, on the road at least? The roads we salted. The roads wouldn’t be as cold.”

“Cuz we’d get caught, dummy,” Isabel snorted. Or maybe it was a sniffle. “Either someone from the dojo would hear us and yell at us and get in the way before we can prove anything, or someone in town would yell at us and call the cops or something.”

“Maybe having people nearby to help isn’t a bad thing? You can’t just say that after saying that I’m the most likely person to die!”

“You came out here anyway,” Isaac pointed out, and looked all too unaffected by Max’s glare.

“I hate you. I hate you with everything in my being you- you chump elf.”

Isabel laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, this place looks pretty good, huh?” She stopped, looking around the snowy clearing they’d come into and turning in place. She nodded, satisfied. “There’s room to fight here, and we could come up with some pretty solid traps. Isaac wouldn’t have to worry too much about blasting a bunch of trees.”

“Looks pretty good!” Ed pulled off a mitten with his teeth and dug his paint brush out of his pocket. “What’re you thinkin, Izzy? Tripwire? Net?”

“Let’s go net,” Isaac said. “They can fly.”

“Plus, last time you tripped Isaac, remember?” Isabel elbowed Ed in the side. “Max and I are pretty fast, but Isaac needs some help.”

“Please. I can jump higher than your house is tall.”

“But you still fell just flat on your face,” she cooed. Isaac grumbled, cursing her just loud enough for Isabel to overhear, but she just batted her eyes and paid him no mind. “Okay, so,” she said, looking up at the sky through the hole in the canopy, “we probably only have a few more minutes before one of the reindeer finds us-”

And that’s when a dark shape, faster than cheetah and twice as forceful, barrelled into Max.  And off he went, hanging by the hood of his jacket on a wicked sharp antler prong, into the sky and away to the sound of jingling bells.

----

Things were quiet this year, Richard reflected. It was honestly a relief- maybe the spirit had finally given up. Probably too much to hope for, but, Christmas miracles and all. In any case, there seemed to be plenty of time to get the kids some mugs of hot cocoa and cookies to wait out the night with.

“Need any help balancing those?” Day asked, and Richard felt his mood become momentarily strained.

“Actually, that would be nice, if you think you could.” The tray of mugs and cookies he was balancing was quite the challenge, after all. Day reached up and somehow grabbed the plates of cookies perfectly- Spender could swear he saw her eyes flash for a moment, smart woman- and left him to balance the four mugs. A much easier task now.

“I really thought things would be more eventful, with how much Francisco was fussing over it, but everything’s pretty quiet, isn’t it?” Day smiled and followed Richard’s footsteps to the stairs.

“Well, usually there’s more cause for it, but the spirits seem to be laying low this year. Not an unwelcome reprieve in the slightest, but I do worry about Max… if this isn’t the new status quo, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“He’s a- well, he seems like a really smart kid,” Day reassured him. “I think he’ll make sure to be careful next year too!”

“I hope so. He does seem resourceful, but… he can be reckless.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” she said, before stopping with a small frown on her face. “They’re being pretty quiet…”

Spender listened for a moment himself. “Hm, they are… mayhaps they went to bed early?”

“That doesn’t sound like them.”

“No,” he said, dread creeping into his heart. “It doesn’t.”

He set the tray of cookies on the floor. He approached Ed’s room. He knocked.

He opened the door.

Richard’s lips thinned into a grim line as he surveyed the dark room. “They’re gone.”

------

Max screamed for his life as he was lifted faster than he could process into the sky. It was a clear, starry night, and they all looked like streaks as his captor circled through the sky, closer and closer to the top of the dome before colliding headfirst into it. Max didn’t have any more air in his lungs to scream as he was jostled loose and began to fall down, down- only to be caught again, this time like a sack of potatoes on the spirit’s back. He was overwhelmed by the sound of silver bells as he caught his breath, eyes screwed tightly shut.

Eventually, his lungs rallied to his call, and he was able to take in an unpleasant few gulps of animal-scented air. Max cracked his eyes open a peek- and immediately shut them again. Too high. He was way, way too high up. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, and the wind burned his face and the tips of his ears.

Hold on.

“My hat,” he wheezed reaching one hand up to grope the top of his head. “My hat’s gone!”

“Soon that will be of no matter.”

Max screamed- even he was getting fed up with his own screams at this point, but instinct didn’t seem to be on the same page.

“Quiet,” the rumbling voice said, and the spirit turned to look at Max. “Your sounds irritate me.”

The spirit that held Max on its back was by far the biggest deer of any Max had ever seen. It was shaggy and majestic, even as its fur was electric yellow, and its huge rack of knife-like antlers shivered as if they were made of candle flame. Its many eyes blinked, and it beared serrated teeth- a stark contrast to the many silver bells that seemed a part of its pelt. Max looked away, avoiding its cruel gaze, to see three pairs of legs, hooves thundering over empty air. And below him, seven more enormous shapes were blazing their way towards the distant forest clearing, led by an eerie red light. “Oh no, oooooh no, no no no no no no…”

“But yes, child. At last you have been retrieved, and soon your friends will be as well. Then, you can all face your punishment.” The spirit laughed cruelly. “I am Dasher, and I was simply the herald.”

“So you’re just, you’re just Dasher? Like from the poem? One of those things down there is…” Jeez, this was surreal. “...Donner? And, Vixen?”

“Many tremble in fear before those names. It would do you right to show some respect.”

“What? No, nobody does! You guys are like, goofy little stop motion dolls, man, how’d you guys end up looking like this?”

“Our powers are untold by your human poems-”

“Aren’t you guys based on the poems?!”

Dasher snorted and tossed his head in anger. “That is an egregious oversimplification-”

“I thought your name was Dasher, not Dictionary.”

The spirit cried out in frustration, and Max felt something in him settle a bit better. Poking things with words, he could do that. Just don’t look down. “So, uh,” he began, shifting a bit so it was less like he was thrown over Dasher and more like he was riding him, “why am I not in a sack yet?”

“Our pilot is attending to his annual business in Mayview,” Dasher growled. “It is we who have the ability to fight and fly- so it is we who collect naughty children. Once your compatriots have been obtained, then we may return to our stations.”

“Wow,” Max drawled. “I can’t believe Santa needs his reindeer to deal with three preteens.”

“You do have a teenager within your ranks. That does provide some extra challenge.”

“Whoa, wait, really?”

“Yes. He cannot fully be counted as a child by our pilot any longer- he has aged enough to become a teenager. It is not he that we seek.”

“Wow, that’s weirdly arbitrary and nitpicky.” Max was so going to tease Isaac about this later. If he didn’t, well, get thrown into a sack and… baked into a pie? Eaten alive? Thrown into a dungeon? Whatever. Try to be positive.

“If you take issue, you may air your complaints to our pilot.”

“Taking it straight to the manager, alright.” Max stared at his hands, balled in bright yellow fur, and took a deep breath as he relaxed them. He wasn’t going to fall, he was certain Dasher wouldn’t allow him, channel a Karen- and he released the fur, balancing on the spirit’s back with only his legs. Before he could lose his nerve, he swung his backpack off his shoulder and grabbed his bat. Okay, weapon acquired. Just… what to do with it.

Dasher huffed. “Puny weapon. Even with the power of an enslaved spirit, you cannot defeat me. Especially not with a spirit as weak as that one.”

“Ugh, not you too,” Max grumbled. At least this thing wasn’t getting aggressive. “I’m kinda tired of being called the weak one, it’s getting old.”

“It would have been better, then, if you had kept your power to yourself, and not bothered the true denizens of this world, as the other child does.”

“Other child-? You know what, I don’t know what you’re talking about and I do not care. Now let me think.” Max re-gripped Dasher tightly, this time grabbing the reigns, and looked around. Man, of course Max got magnet powers in the place where there’s no tall buildings anywhere- it would be great if they could pass by a skyscraper or two for Max to attach himself to. But alas… then, his eyes caught a gleam, a dark silhouette against the colorful lights of Mayview. 

A transmission tower in the woods. And they were heading right for it. Max shrugged his backpack back on to his shoulder and gripped his bat as tight as he could.

“Thinking will get you nowhere, child.”

“Yeah, but it’ll keep me quiet,” Max mumbled.

“True,” Dasher said. And started to turn back towards the clearing.

“No!” Max yelped, holding his bat out desperately- he knew the tower was too distant still, but he put all his will into the bat, trying to extend its power as far as he can-

Dasher lurched beneath him with a confused cry, the bells jangled, and Max’s focus was broken with a shout. Immediately, Dasher steadied beneath him.

“Child, if you do that again I will throw you off into the ground-”

“What- I don’t even know what I did-” Max’s breath caught as he realized what happened. The bells. They were metal, and he had what was definitely a terrible idea. But it was his only idea.

Quickly, before Dasher could retaliate, Max activated his bat. Dasher howled with rage as all the bells in his body strained in the direction of the magnetic center, and Max laughed with panic. 

“RELEASE ME AT ONCE-”

“No,” Max said, filled with thrill and panic, and directed Dasher back towards the clearing. The spirit barrelled towards it at supernatural speeds, a furious scream echoing through the night as he crashed into the snow like a comet. Max tumbled off of the spirit’s back, and the bat’s angle changed wildly, forcing Dasher in mad circles.

The other seven deer spirits, crowded in the woods, were as thrown into chaos as Isabel, Ed, and Isaac were, but Ed recovered fastest. “Max!” He crowed, head popping out of the snow. “You’re alive!”

“Somehow!” Max laughed, voice squeaky with panic. “For now!” In the corner of his eye, he noticed another spirit- a large one that was on fucking fire, so must be either Comet or Blitzen- and quickly swung his bat around to point at it. Dasher was forced to charge full speed into the other spirit, which dissolved into a wisp with a cry of shock.

Isabel whooped. “I can’t believe it! Magnet powers are good for something!”

“Serves you right!” He felt about to shake apart, and still dizzy from the crash, but spinning Dasher around like a top was easy enough- and the other jingling spirits were drawn in too. It was a glorious explosion of color, sound, and christmas spirits as one by one they melted each other away into whisps. Finally, only Dasher stood in the snow, puffing furious, cloudy breaths into the air.

“You will pay,” Dasher hissed. “Naughty children. You will not escape your punishment, this I swear to you.”

“Whatever you say, bub,” Ed chirped, and raised his scythe above his head.

“Wait!”

Max and the others turned back to look just in time to watch an arrow streak through the night and imbed itself in Dasher’s forehead. “No, no,” he groaned, watching Isabel’s face light up with glee.

Agent Day and Mr. Spender ran into the clearing, both panting and exhausted. “Thank goodness we found you,” Agent Day breathed, hands on her knees. “We were so worried that you were taken…”

“But I saw Dasher fall from the sky!” Spender’s chest heaved, and he swayed with effort, but he somehow managed to stay upright. “I’m so glad you’re all alright, even Dasher alone is quite the challenge to combat…”

“Nah, we got all of them.” Isabel grinned and punched her palm. “Max was able to yank ‘em around by the bells with his bat, and he got em all to poof each other. It was really easy to hit ‘em when they were all clumped up, too.”

“You- you really beat them all? Where are their tools?!”

“Right here, Mr. Spender!” Isaac called, arms full of a few rocks and sticks. “They’re, uh, not much to look at, but…”

“Amazing! Wonderful job, all of you- these will be great for the club’s stores!”

“But you shouldn’t have snuck out. We were so worried about you, and you’re glad we found you! Your grandfather is worried sick!” Agent Day wrung her hands together, cane stuck in the snow.

“Yes, he’s… not happy,” Spender admitted. “But, surely he’ll be proud when he finds out what you’ve accomplished?”

“Probably not,” Isabel sighed, sticking her hands in her pockets.

“...probably not.” Spender came over to put a hand on her shoulder. “But, for what it’s worth, I am.” Isabel looked up at him, then threw her arms around him. Spender smiled softly and hugged her in return.

“This is great,” Max groaned. “But I’m being crushed by a flippin’ reindeer, so can I get some help?”

Oblivious to Max’s irritation, Dasher continued licking Max’s hair life the reindeer he resembled. “You’re not so bad, I suppose. Resourceful child.”

“It always happens to me.”

“The arrow will at least last the night,” Agent Day said thoughtfully. “It should be safe for you to go home, in that case- you too, I think, Isaac! Since all the others are gone, after all… Maybe Dasher can take you home!”

“Nooooo!”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Ms. Day,” Spender said. “You could perhaps take Isaac and Ed back to the dojo, and I can take Isaac back to his home…?”

“Yes sir!” Day smiled. “Merry Christmas, Max, Isaac,” she said. “I hope you get back undetected.”

“Thank you, Ms. Day,” Isaac said. “You too.”

“You guys suck,” Max grumbled.

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It took a bit for Max to wrangle Dasher into taking him home, but under Day’s spell, the spirit was a fairly easygoing ride. As Max climbed back in through his window to his undisturbed bed, he heard the spirit settle on the roof to keep watch for the sunrise. And, taking comfort in not being discovered and in the knowledge that next year, when he’s a teen, he won’t have to worry about any of this, Max changed back into his pajamas, settled into bed, and slipped into a deep sleep.

[ungracefulace]

Seeing the exclusionist community devolve further into a mean middle school lunch table is just so hilarious to me, but at the same time I feel bad for young LGBT+ people being indoctrinated by this shit.

And when I say indoctrinated I mean it. Honestly the exclusionist community does so much to corrupt the absolute hell out of 13-16 year olds, it's terrifying to watch.

Like, aphobes LOVE saying how pedophilic the ace community is because we arent harassing ace kids to tell them that the label they chose for themselves that's not at all sexual in nature isnt for them. But this is the same group with 20-25 or in some cases fucking 40 year olds constantly equating their orientations to some sexual label, even going so far as to argue with 12 and 14 year old aces about how they're too young to say they're ace, how they shouldnt say they domt fuck because they shouldnt be having sex at that age anyways, how IDing as asexual means that they are saying everyone else their age is fucking somehow and more.

Then weve got these whole ass adults insisting that since ace is such a gross sexual label, a fancy asshole way to say hates sex- especially gay sex, they make allo to be some gross homophobic slur. Which is leading these baby gays to be all "i'm a filthy allo and proud!!!!" "This person who aces like? They are a big allo and fuck all the time!" Fucking 14 and 15 year olds are playing up the sex they're having to flex on inclusionists or aces (since they blur the line a bunch) and their adult discourse weirdos they look up to are reblogging and going "Yeah!! This kid gets it!!" And they dont acknowledge how creepy that shit is. And then they frame it in a way where if you're like "woah, you're a whole ass kid and im like 20 I dont want to hear about you doing anything" it's just you being ace and homophobic and trying to shame and censor gay sex or relationships (when no, it's me trying to not hear someone who hasnt taken PSATs flaunt their sexual exploits because that's uncomfortable).

And the thing is these discourse adults know full well what they're doing. They're the ones making and calling out fake blogs or scouring the internet for widely ignored asshole aces or inclusionists and using these as the proof of how demonic our community is. They're the ones that when they run out of a half decent troll or one off assholes will take completely decent posts to try to frame them as some dig at gay people even with the post has fuck all to do with gays.

They constantly cycle this to their younger followers who end up being so certain that the whole be nice and accepting thing they were first rocking with when they realized they werent cishet was a convoluted scheme thrown together by evil aces who want to be straight and yell at gays in safe spaces.

Honestly I could go on about how fucked up exclusionist logic poisons the whole community making for a fundementally toxic environment, but thsi is going to be ignored by the majority of exclusionists anyways so I'd rather save the time.

But yeah @ those 13-15 year old exclusionists who are super hateful toward aces and aros, I'm not trying to condescend yall but im Begging you to take a step back and actually think about your discourse interactions and ideologies and why they are the way they are

[toutorii]

Broken Pieces: Chapter 1

Okay so when I started this blog, I thought, “Oh I’ll just reblog a bunch of things, post some art and maybe some fanfics.” And I realized that I haven’t published any fanfics yet... oops. SO. This is the first chapter of my Percy Jackson OC insert story, its my first writing piece like this, so criticism is greatly appreciated! And let me know what you guys think. You can also check out the second chapter on Wattpad. Just look up Broken Pieces or my name, TouTorii! And if you want to be put on the taglist, just ask! Anyways, without further to do... I hope you guys enjoy!

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Disclaimor: I don’t own any of the characters in this story other than Phoebe, Rick Riordan owns most of the plot and all the other characters.

Warnings: Some Language, terrible grammar, and spelling errors.

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Pain flooded my senses. The weapon impaled my gut, right below my heart. It took all of my remaining strength to look at the man I once considered my brother and choke out, "Gods damn it. Fight." And that's when numbness took over my body and the darkness flooded my eyesight.

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I woke with a start, my breathing was labored. It was dark, but not pitch black like my dream. I sat up and scanned my surroundings. Dozens of demigods were packed in the little Hermes cabin. Mostly undetermined stayed here. I grabbed my dagger and slipped out of the cabin. It was about three hours until breakfast so I walked to the tree on the hill. Even though bloodshed and horrors have seen this camp, it had an amazing view. I dont know how long I sat there, it could have been hours, it could have been a couple of minutes. But after awhile I heard footsteps approaching me. I turned my head to be greeted by Connor Stoll. He has a lopsided smile plastered onto his tan face. He wordlessly sat down next to me. We sat in comfortable silence, until he broke it, saying,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"And I'm the queen of England."

"Yep, I know you are."

"Phoebe..."

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"How'd you know somethings wrong?" I asked.

"You're wearing your baby blanket."

I looked down, sure enough, it was wrapped around my shoulders. When did I do that?

"The only time you wear it is when you're upset, so please, tell me whats w-"

"I had the dream again." I said. He looked up.

"The one where you.... You know.."

"Yeah..."

"Did you see who stabbed you?"

"No." That was a lie.

"Well, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Another lie.

He looked at me with worry plastered on his face. He saw right through my facade. Just like he always did. But instead of saying anything he just engulfed me in a hug. I clung to his shirt like my life depended on it. Tears threatened to break through but I shoved the feeling down. We stayed like that until breakfast. That's when we got up and walked to the dining pavilion.

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When Breakfast was over we all went to do our daily training. Everything was normal. No one trying to kill me, no one trying to kill each other, all was going great. The Hermes cabin was currently sparring. I was paired up with Luke Castellan, my cabin leader. We were even for the most part, both getting in hits every once in awhile. But eventually I disarmed him and took the victory.

"You did good, but not as good as me, Luke." I said as I helped him up.

"I wish I could slap that smirk off of your face right now." He grumbled.

"You still love me though." I said with a wink. He blushed and said something incoherent.

"You gotta speak up pretty boy." He mumbled something again.

"I said, you wish." He finally said at a normal volume.

I mocked offense and put a hand on my chest.

"How dare you! I am loved by everyone and almost everything!" I said with the utmost confidence.

"I have to disagree with that!" I heard Connor yell while he was sparring against Travis.

"I could whip your ass too." I yelled at him.

"Kinky!" He slyly smirked.

"Connor! There are children!"

"Says the chick who said ass.''

"Whatever"

When I turned around, I was met with Luke red in the face from laughing.

"Shut up."

"I never said anything."

He raised his sword toward me and said, "I declare a rematch."

"Sure your knighthood." I said with a bow. And we went at it again.

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It was late at night, a storm raged around camp.

"Who the hell ticked off the drama queen?" Thunder boomed louder, I decided to stop before Zeus incinerated me. I was just outside the border getting soaked in the rain when I turned around and saw a horrific sight. A child was fighting a giant bull while someone else was knocked out cold. When did they get here? How could I be so blind?The wind and rain was deafening, but I ran and tried to make my way over there. But before I could help, the little kid stabbed the Minotaur and it evaporated. The kid nearly passed out so I ran to grab them before they hurt themselves even more.

"Just hold on kid." I said. They looked confused but let me carry them passed the border.

"Grover..." The kid said. I was confused, Grover? Then it clicked, this is the kid that Chiron was watching at Yancy. I turned around and saw Grover covered in mud. I picked him up and carried them both to the border. I saw Chiron and Annie come with worried looks.

"Is this him? The one from the p-" Annie started.

"Not now Annabeth, he is still awake." Chiron reprimanded. That's when I looked over where the kid was and saw that he was passed out on my shoulder. I scanned his face, seeing cuts and bruises from the battle. He couldn't have been more than 12.

Jesus, 12 and fighting for his life. How long had he known about the life? This world? I picked him up and carried him to the infirmary. After I had seen to stitching up his deep cuts and applying bandages and healing salves, I sat down and kept an eye on him.

"Bull baby, of all the monsters to send after an innocent kid."

"How do you know he's innocent?" I jumped, unaware of Annie being in the room.

"Because, I have a gut feeling, and I've learned to trust my gut."

"That's so stupid." I chuckled. Annie got red in the face, "Well it is! Using your brain is much more efficient."

"So you're telling me that you ignore your instincts on the battlefield?" I inquired.

"Well I- I mean- I just- Shut up!" That made me burst into another fit of laughter. But Annie had a scowl on her face showing she did not appreciate my teasing.

"Aw come on, Annie."

"...."

"Are you really mad at this amazing beautiful specimen?"

"..."

"Okay, I guess you don't want to read any more of my dad’s architecture books.” 

"What?! No! I'm not mad!"

I laughed, and eventually so did she. It was rare to see a smile on her face, especially after Luke got his quest. The poor girl couldn't get a break. She had been here a long time, not as long as I have, but still a long time. She just wants to prove she's worthy of being a daughter of Athena.

"mom. .. . ." The kid groaned quietly. I whipped my head around and immediately grabbed his hand, so he could have something to ground himself with if needed. He opened his eyes and oh my gods, they were like the ocean.

Ocean?

No.

Why.

But the pact.

I swear they're more horny than a teenager.

That's why this kid is attracting so many monsters.

Not just because of Hades.

But because of his parent.

Poseidon.

[lvkswrites-blog]

The Tonight Show - A Married Chris

Summary: Chris Evans Talk about reader on a talkshow

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey there pips! I noticed people have interest in reading my works it genuinely makes me happy. I originally intend this works just for me I mean I have this idea inside my head and asking others to write it for me will just make me wait... so 😂 I write it!

Requests are open ♥

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"Welcome to the Tonight Show... uhm... Girls you wanna sit really tightly coz... We will be joined by, Oh you'll love this, Chris Evans!" On cue Evans appeared on the stage waving his hand to the audience. Evans wore a really nice suit and tie. "Nice suit we got there Chris", Jimmy said as compliment. A chuckle escape Chris' lips and the crowd cheered. Taking his sit, Chris once again glance at the audience flashing a bright smile.

Jimmy started with greetings with Chris and how the filming of his current movie was doing. Chris replied enthusiastically. After some questions or too Jimmy looked at his cue card and started questioning about Chris' relationship status.

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"So... How's the first month of marriage?" Jimmy asked. The crowd quickly errupted and Chris with enthusiastic vibe did a triumph gesture.

"Yes, I'm uhm officially in the bullied husbands club!", Chris and Jimmy chuckled.

Jimmy and Chris continued laughing and Jimmy hid his face over his desk.

"I'll care to explain," Chris said. "I'll care to explain [chuckle] So uhm Jimmy and I are really good friends. Jimmy and our other friends have this group chat called bullied husbands club. Jimmy said no you can't join this, I'll add you... when you're married." Jimmy chuckled and continued Chris's story. "2 years later I added him." The crowd laughed.

"I was expecting... a group chat really for bullied husbands and all... what I was greeted by ... we're messages like "*beep* taking the trash again." And -and photos of their kids getting stuck into a small space... "where to get [item] questions"..." The audience laughed.

"Those who didn't laugh... are single." Jimmy pointed the audience and they errupted again in laughter.

Jimmy added, "It was before [Chris]. It changed tho... a year after we created that group it is formerly known bullied husbands club now it's just" "The club", Jimmy and Chris said in unison.

"Why?!" A man from the audience yelled.

"Our wives found it" Jimmy replied.

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After the quick brake Jimmy started intervieWing Chris again.

"What's the set up? Do you guys have your place? Does she come on set with you?"

"Yes uhm... we have our own space even before we got married. She works in New York so we have a place there, one that we spent most of our days off together. I'm actually the one who moved in with her. My old place kinda sucks."

"What do you mean your old place sucked?" Jimmy asked.

"-It's cleaner!", Chris interjected. The audience laughed.

" Well everyone is intrigued by Y/N, would you like to give us more detail about her. She looks interesting! I mean she is, I met her and- but she's kinda-"

"Mysterious?", Chris suggested. "Yes! She's quite like that." Jimmy answered.

Chris was happy to hear that Jimmy had time questioning him about Y/N. For Chris, there's no interview that's better if he was talking about Y/N. He can go on for hours. He likes telling people about Y/N.

"Uhm, we are actually friends first. We met while filming avengers endgame in Scotland. She was a writer for a magazine and she had the chance to travel while working. She got a chance to interview the Russo's for the magazine. I was there watching them and she just glowed like, I don't know man, she just got my attention since day one."

"and so she caught me looking at her or I thought or I dont know. She didn't flinch or- Most people will y'know "Oh it's Chris Evans!" Im not bragging but that's just how I expect her to react." Chris laughed. "I guess I was staring for too long I didnt notice Joe was actually calling me. I sat there in silence... behind Joe... pretending I was texting someone."

"Did you got her number?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes I go her number- Thanks Joe!" Chris said while pointing towards the camera.

"After awkward Scotland our friendship went to "hey wanna grab some coffee in New York?" I was taken aback because she texted me first. I was with my Mom back in Massachusetts that time and I was like "Mom, I gotta go to New York." Next thing I knew I was driving."

Jimmy chuckled, "It's safe to say that you got smitten to Y/N first."

"I heard her parents are [¿]... Chris, are they strict or did not approve of the marriage at first?"

"Yeah I am. I'm 40, man. I'm not getting any younger. I did not really wait for it longer so I popped the question 9 months of dating."

"-You know, aside from Y/N, the reason I want to marry her is because of Y/F/N and Y/M/N." Chris paused to laugh."-Because the first thing they said to me was "Are you two dating? You better say you're married."" Jimmy cracking up while clapping.

Jimmy then showed a photo of Chris and Y/N parents then Jimmy flipped the cards and revealed a wedding photo image. "Is this true? It looks photoshopped."

"No, That's real..That's really RDJ and he came with a food truck on my wedding day. It's a normal RDJ. I told him "Man it's gonna be a private wedding. Just us the gang, friends, and family." "Cool, I get it. I know exactly what you need." He came in with the food truck me and my wife's face plastered on it!" Evans threw his hands in the air in defeat but he quickly fixed his posture, "Nah. I love it. Y/N love it."

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[companionjones]

The Hopper, The Harringtons, And The Hargroves

Requested by: @rachelcarroll1819

Requests:

Could i get a imagine where the reader is the sister of steve Harrington and in a relationship with Billy hargrove and my character is just as close to the party as steve but she a little closer to el and max please and thank you

Could you do a imagine where the reader is the twin sister of steve harrington and in a relationship with Billy hargrove and my character is just as close to the kids as steve but closer with el and max please and thank you if you dont do stranger things can you do a imagine where the reader is the twin sister of barry allen and in a relationship with Leonard snart she has fire powers please

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Harrington!Reader, Sibling!Steve Harrington x Fem!Harrington x Reader, Friends!Jane Hopper x Fem!Harrington!Reader x Max Hargrove

Warnings: Cursing

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    Living in Hawkins, Indiana was more dangerous than one would’ve thought. That would be especially true if one was friends with the people you were friends with. Actually, it was the kids you were friends with. You were in high school, but you spent the majority of your time with middle-schoolers. To anyone looking in from the outside, you would seem pretty lame. However, you kind of had to stay with those kids because with what they got up to, they really needed someone to look after them.

    Luckily, you weren’t the only almost-adult in the group for long. Your brother, Steve Harrington, soon joined you and your ‘party.’ He was a lot more reluctant than yourself, but through an objectively hilarious series of events, it was so.

    When you met Billy Hargrove, you didn’t want a repeat of your brother. The life you, your sibling, and those kids lead was extremely unsafe. The last thing you wanted was someone else you cared about getting roped into you and your friends’ shenanigans.

    You really did care about Billy. The Hargrove was charming, obviously very attractive, and he was so polite to you.

    Unfortunately, the one downside of it all was Steve. Billy hadn’t been very nice to your brother, and though the blonde did try to make amends with Steve after meeting you, Steve still had trouble with letting the water flow under the bridge.

    One night, you were getting ready for a date with Billy, your then boyfriend of over a month, and you had Jane and Max over to help you put a nice outfit together.

    Jane smiled upon seeing you in your dress. “Very pretty.”

    Max smirked, “Yeah, you look hot. It sucks you’re wasting this on my brother.”

    Giggling, you play scolded the red-head. “Max, be nice. Your brother’s sweet.”

    She rolled her eyes. “Well, now he’s sweet because of you.”

    You tried your best to hide your blush.

    “He’s almost here,” Jane informed. It would’ve been an out-of-nowhere statement, but you and Max knew that was just how Jane was.

    As you walked toward the front door, Billy knocked for the first time.

    He failed to hide his smile upon seeing you. “Stunning as always.”

    “Same to you, you handsome man.” Again, you were giggling.

    Jane loved watching the flirting. She was showing her biggest smile you’d seen from her in a while.

    Max felt the same, but she tried not to show it. Though her lips were curved up, she complained, “Oh, come on you guys. Get out of here.”

    Billy chuckled, “Why don’t you get out of here, huh?”

    “What the hell is this?”

    Oh, no. Since Steve had such a problem with being friendly to Billy, you and the Hargrove decided not to tell your brother when you started going out with the blonde. Max and Jane knew the secret, too, along with who it was to be kept from. Needless to say, it was a problem when Steve showed up at the top of the stairs. You didn’t know he had been home.

    “Steve! Hey!” You tried your best to sound disarming.

    He was obviously still pissed. “No, don’t you ‘Hey Steve’ me. How long have you been lying to me? How long has this been going on?”

    “Over a month,” you cautiously murmured.

    It was as if your twin had just learned the most controversial, stunning, and life-changing news yet to have been conceived. After a few exasperated breaths, and after he tried to angrily say something but couldn’t, Steve stormed out of the living room. Everyone else could hear his bedroom door slam shut.

    Billy asked after a moment too long of silence, “You think we should’ve told him about us?”

    “Yeah,” you sighed. Suddenly there was more than one exasperated person in the house. “Yeah, we should’ve, Hargrove.” Then, you addressed Jane and Max. “I’m gonna go talk to him. You two watch blondie for a while, okay?”

    Jane attentively nodded, but Max groaned, “I’ve been watching him since I was old enough to see him!”

    Chuckling at the red-head’s complaints, you made your way upstairs. “Hey, Harry McPhee.” You didn’t let Steve feelings toward you in that moment affect your ongoing tradition of making fun of his overly styled hair. “...Come on, let me in,” you encouraged, a little softer. You rested your head against his door, and waited.

    He opened it a few seconds later. You walked in, and he shut the door behind you. For a long time, the two of you stood in silence.

    “So, am I going to be the first to say something, or are you?” you audaciously questioned into the quiet.

    He shrugged passively. “Well, I’m not saying anything.” His tone was stony.

    Rolling your eyes, and taking a big sigh, you decided not to bring up the fact that what he had just said was saying something. Anyway, you licked your lips, and stated, “He’s a nice guy, Steve. He’s not like he was.”

    Your brother scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

    Again, you rolled your eyes. You playfully pushed your brother. “Yeah, right,” you repeated with more of a joking tone than Steve had. You then decided to annoy him for a little bit. “Billy holds doors for me, buys me flowers, kisses me so beautifully--”

    “Ah-ah-ah! Stop it! Shut up!” he shouted, his hands covering his ears.

    Once you calmed yourself down from laughing so hard, you realized that you and your brother had moved to the floor. Both your backs were against the side of his bed.

    Steve’s next words took you by surprise. He mumbled, “So, he’s good to you?”

    A smile couldn’t help but spread across your cheeks. “Yeah, Steve. He is. He really is.”

    For another few moments, Steve was quiet again. Then, “Okay.”

    “Really?” you inquired, eyebrows raised, legitimately surprised.

    He nodded, “Yeah. You can date him, Y/n.”

    “Well, I was already dating him,” you quickly skimmed past, “but thank you!” You brought Steve in for a tight hug before getting up and running back downstairs.

    In the living room, you found Max whisper-yelling at Billy as she tried to retie his tie. Jane was off to the side, trying her best to hold in her giggles. Apparently, Max didn’t approve of how her brother fixed his necktie.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down. Comer here,” you motioned the tall blonde over to you. When Billy was within reach, your tried your turn at tying.

    Max seemed to like your version of it.

    Jane, who had just learned the thumbs-up motion, gave you double the sentiment.

    As you finished with his tie, Billy asked you, “What did Steve say?”

    “I said ‘You better not hurt her.’” Steve had suddenly showed up in the entrance of his and your living room. “Understood?”

    Billy nodded seriously, “Understood, Harrington.”

    Steve took steps toward your boyfriend. “Better be, Hargrove.” Your brother shook his hand. “Better be.”

    “Yeah, okay...Remember guys, I’m the one with a boyfriend here...,” you suspiciously drawled, glancing between the two boys, and their prolonged handshake. “Anyway, sorry to tell you this, Stevie.” You quickly took your boyfriend’s hand, and headed for the door. “But can you watch the girls until I get back? I sorta told their parents they’d be sleeping over tonight. Oh, and could you also check on Will and the rest of the boys? They’re all over Mike’s tonight, and his parents and Nancy are out for the night. I should be back by twelve. Love you, bye!” You slammed the door in his face. You only felt half bad that you left your brother with what seemed like all the responsibilities in the world. You and Billy raced off to his car, only stopping for a minute to make out before taking off into the night.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Stranger Things over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

Parenting unpopular opinions that i, in my humble opinion, think shouldn't be unpopular opinions.

Regularly spanking your kids is ~abuse~.

I got spanked as a kid for little things like- playing too loud with my brother in our room, a floor above my parents, and being incapable of playing quieter bc we were *happy* and *excited*. I can understand spanking a kid if they will not stop BULLYING other kids, but that's ONLY if you've tried ALL OTHER forms of correcting them to no avail (including therapy/counseling if you can afford it).

2. Taking your anger out on your kids, be it hitting or yelling, is traumatic.

You've had a stressful day at work and your kid comes home with a bad grade, or they didnt do a chore they were supposed to. What do you do? A. yell at them, insult them, or threaten them. B. Calmly ask them to do their chore and/or ask them about their grade. C. Leave the room and calm down before addressing the situation, or D. Let it go for now because it's not that big of a deal anyway and you know they'll correct themself later.

If you said A, congratulations this one is for you. Yelling at your kid for little mistakes may seem like nothing in the moment, but it quickly adds up to your kid feeling like they cant do anything right, and being terrified of messing up. Taking your anger out on your kids when you've had a bad day, and then also making it known to them that's why you're mad at them, also feeds into a "im responsible for my parents' emotions" mentality. Stop it. That will almost definitely affect them in all their future relationships.

If yelling at your kid is your first, second, or third response to them "messing up", then you're not emotionally mature enough to raise an child into an emotionally mature adult, and you will most likely unconsciously teach them ways of handling their emotions that will bite you in the backside in their teen years.

3. Parents should stop relying on grounding as a means of punishment, because it isolates the child from people that may help them when they're going through a hard time at home, and breeds resentment between parent and child.

A lot of the time i see kids, teens especially, getting grounded its because of "acting out" or bad grades. However, i also know that when my friends "act out" , theres more to it than simple teenage rebellious angst, and I'd bet money on it being the case for a good majority of the teenage population. Mental health issues are rising, and grounding does nothing to actually coach kids through why they're acting out.

If they're Bullying someone online, by all means, take their phone away. But that NEEDS to be supported with talking to them, or getting them into therapy/counseling. Otherwise you do nothing to stop the actual problem, and just expect them to "figure it out".

Punishing for bad grades promotes perfectionism and fear of failure. The school system is messed up, we all know that to a degree, and does not account for kids who know the material, but dont do well on tests due to anxiety, distractions out of their control, and tiredness out of their control.

4. "Drop the tone" when a child may or may not be intending to give attitude, is ableist and expecting TOO much from a person.

Monitoring tone is often really hard for people with anxiety, ADHD, Autism and other neurotypes. Instead, i would ask genuinely "Are you trying to give me x tone/attitude?" and if the child says no, believe them. Its not the end of the world, and while it may come off as annoying to you, giving them the benefit of the doubt is best.

Now if they're blatantly giving you attitude, as in cartoonishly so, by all means point it out. But this is for the more subtle "attitude" that often kids get labeled with.

Related, "dont talk to me like that, im an adult you're a child" when the child is just speaking factually and to the point, is ageist and in its very nature insults the intelligence of said child.

I could keep going but i'll stop here. Feel free to leave your own unpoopular opinions in my ask box or in replies/reblogs. I like reading this stuff