#she's nosey as heck

[ven0moir]

... DID KAREN LISTEN IN ON BYLER'S CALLS? Okay so hear me out

HER SIDE EYE HERE AT TED'S COMMENT ... like, she knows something. i doubt she knows about Byler per se but she knows something we don't know or at least suspects something. Like she did in S1 before the Wheelers learned about El.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED DURING THOSE PHONE CALLS? one thing Karen and i have in common is that we're both nosey af i need to know what the heck those two talked about. bc i understand this moment:

was when they both had butterflies for the first time / established that 'mutual understanding' thing they got going on, but i've always felt that something meaningful may have happened during those phone calls to prompt Will to draw that painting. So i get the feeling those phone calls matter for further context.

circling back to Karen, Mike telling Karen "how many times?" literally makes it canon that this moment in S3 was NOT the first time Karen listens in on HIS phone calls specifically.

so i do think this either means Karen having listened in on their phone calls will be brought up in s5 for some reason involving exposition, or we will literally hear their phone calls .... through a recording.

During a moment of action / when something else is going on. Just LOVE the theme of people listening in on private phone conversations, huh? And guess what scene comes RIGHT AFTER THIS ONE? Yup. MIKE ARRIVING AT CALIFORNIA.

We know phones / phone calls have been lightly associated to Byler especially in S4 but now let me introduce to you the idea of them being SPIED ON while having those phone calls, by Karen (intentionally) AND Hawkins Lab/military people (by chance/coincidence)

this is right now my favorite theory i have came up with, bc honestly it is SO much fun finding clues about it. And i feel like whatever conversation they had will be relevant somehow. and this all might be a reach but a part of me feels like i am onto something. perhaps we will have a karen/mike parallel to nancy's conversation with her in s3.

I'll keep updating this if I find more evidence of Karen spying on their phone calls but if anyone else has anything to add that I might've missed I'd greatly appreciate it!!

[suzieloveships]

This is only going to make sense to people that are as insane as I am.

And no I will not eleborate

Hannigram is a father,

Loustat is a mother,

Villaneve is an older sister, but like much older, like she moved to college already,

Rhaenicent is a second oldest,

Tomgreg and Tomshiv are the twins,

Jackieshauna is the baby sister,

Devil's minion is an uncle from mom side,

Gotham!Riddlebird is an aunt from dad side (I have to be specific because last time I check their relationship in the comics was much healthier),

Dreleanor (Do Revenge) is a cousin that only visit during holidays,

Chiffany (Chucky doll) is nosey neighbor,

LeexMaren (Bones and All) is that local stoner everyone knows

The throuple from Challengers is that rude lady no one like because she is really mean to everyone but who deep down is just really lonely

Other ships from Yellowjackets are little sister friends that are always in the house

LEGO!Batjokes is that annoying kid that pranks everyone

Baffy is a stray cat that lives under the house, at least we think it's a cat

Not sure who Mercutio and Tybalt are but they are here too

Some are probably missing, I'm not in every fandoms. Heck I'm not even in some of those fandoms, this is base on intepretations I got from post from this site

Edit

I forgot about Peter and Catherine!!!

They are also that friend that is always at the house to the point they are pretty much part of the family

[silverheartlugia2000]

DCXDP prompt

Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."   

Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."

"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"

"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."

The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.

It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.

Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.

Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!

What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?

He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.

And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.

So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)

As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.

[serxinns]

it’s about to be WW3 at a certain high school because reader-Chan has a crush on someone in their class! (how tf did class 1a’s nosey asses find out) and Valentine’s Day is around the corner too

(NOT WW3 😭😭😭😭 Yall be tryna cause CHAOS and I love it😙)

•your class waited all year for this day they couldn't wait for them to confess their love to you and be together forever!

•The class got a bunch of stuff for you! Small plushies, Candies and snacks you like, Jewelry and expensive gifts heck Momo got you a Huge Diamond (don't even ask how she got that) and of course their valentine cards and letters!

• Mina's card was filled with glitter slime and a pic a you and her with some of your favorite candies and treats!, Ochako filled her cards with doodles of you and her kissing cuddling, and even in cute outfits! And she bought you a cute little galaxy pen!,

Kiri filled his with cheesy Pickup lines and shark stickers! With a cute shark plush, Izuku filled his with the theme of your quirk in an all-might-themed Palestine card and he was gonna gift you one of the very rare all-might figure he flushed at the dream of you saying yes to being his Valentine and put his lips into his~, Bakugo is very confident yet nervous about today his friends questioned it but he tells them to piss off at the same time he's confident that you'll like the Valentine day card with all might theme puns even a "I may be number 1 but you'll always be my number 2" but at the same time generous about how you'll react will you be happy will you be disgusted will you friendzone him his mind swirled with thoughts"

•Everyone else cards was filled with either a picture of you or just giving you large or small gifts they waited until you walked into their classroom your classmates were eyeing each other jealously to see if their gifts were better then the others some were bickering to each other that y/n would love their gifts more then theirs4

•And when they heard you humming and opening the classroom door they all were about to leap out of their seats to give you their gifts until they saw you blushing with a gift from another student...

•they all stood in silence while they saw you walk happily to your desk putting the gift in your backpack

•They stood in silent for a few minutes until Mina was the one who spoke up about it and confronted you in a fake cheery tone mixed with vemon and anger

"Wow y/n chan! that gift looks really amazing where did you get it from"

"Oh it was from a secret admirer isn't that amazing!"

The class blood boiled so did Minas but she kept her composer "Thats amazing y/n! I really hope you find out who they are! You go bestie!" she said while her eye were twitching and with her teeth smashed together into a force smile "I really do- *Phone starts to ring* oh thats my phone! Ill be right back!

As soon as you were out of there sight It was chaos

•Everyone started yelling and screaming while aizawa was in his sleeping bag having a good sleep Bakugo was yelling and threatening anyone to come out and stop being a coward it became worse when Shoto said "Well how come it isn't you hot head" and now It's REALLY the hunger games now everyone was screaming the girls were glaring at anyone sneering while the boys looked like they were gonna start a slaughter that was until iida calmed them down

"Everyone calmed down it has seem that it was none of us that confess to y/n early then it must be the person that's not in the class" they stopped and thought about iidas words until hakagure held her hand up "But how do we know who is it" iida sighed and pulled his glasses up "It seems like we have to work together to find out who it is"

And the battle was on

•for classmates more secret admirers' letters were coming into your locker and your classmates went to investigate the bakusquad was in charge of watching you in the halls the dekusquad was in charge of eyeing anyone seeing if they were suspicious and if they seemed to like it they threaten them to see if they were the culprit but they get either scared to talk or get injured by trying to fight them

•But no matter how much they tried the envelops were still popping up out of nowhere

That was until they had a plan

•Hakagure walked around with no clothes looking for the security room with a small spy camera they borrowed from Mei and hooked it up on to her to sneak into the security room and rewind the day they 1st gave it to you she looked both ways to see that nobody was there

"I'm here" she spoke in an ear piece "Good now go rewind the tapes to 5:AM February 14th Hakagure typed in some stuff (blah blah hacking stuff) until she reached the security rooms she rewound the tapes grinning to herself that they were gonna catch the admirer but to their surprise, no was at your locker so she decided back to see if the culprit must've done it much earlier last night even but was no trace... The class glared at the results and for the waste of time sneered at the results who else could it be?!

• From now on your classmates were now being a bit overbearing whenever you went out they would always wanna go out as well and whenever you walked to class with them they would glare at anyone who took a glance to make sure you were theirs they made not found the culprit but once they do they'll give them the torture of their lifetime!

Meanwhile

•a giggle was made in a distance in the student's room he was gigging while writing a bunch of cheesey sunshine jokes in another love envelope with the end of your secret admirer and of the pictures of you Mirio had a crushed on you ever since they met he told Tamaki and seizure and they were all support into this Heck they were even helping with the envelops and didn't care for his obsession since they were obsessed with you too and once mirio and you got together they will share you...their darling their everything~ the giggling stopped when mirio yet finished another love letter and out it in the envelop placing a soft kiss on it

"Sooner or later...y/n will be mines no OURS~"

[dozing-marshmallow]

A BURNING STAR- Chris McLean x Reader

The beginning

Success was a funny thing. Are people born to it or do they make it themselves? Do they burn from the pressure to blow up when least expected or are they sealed under the skin, like of a woman, who walks down the pavement like the normal?

Lightning bolt earrings and pink silk scarf, it had been another wonderful day for (Y/N) at the studio. Though it did cut into some of her studying time as a nineteen year old, nothing threaded life in her veins faster than tying her salmon shoelaces to head out for a morning of singing. Summer was especially motivating, every step surfing like a symphony, where she’d hoped that year she’d find a bigger reason to separate her curtains further.

Passing by the usual shops and crossing the correct roads, a ringing noise builds its way into (Y/N)’s ears, which was not part of everyday. She pauses, not sensing pain, merely strangeness. A make belief she first had was that it came from her place of work, however discovered it to be way up ahead. Naturally, she skipped towards it and clocked what it was- a guitar and...singing. Where was it coming from though? The by passers around her weren’t fazed at all, was she the only one that could hear it? Distant, but longing...

It wouldn’t hurt to get a closer listen, right? Aw what the heck, she had nothing better to do anyway.

So she went, crossing the unusual roads and passing by uncertain shops, finding herself in an alley where the ringing had diverted absolutely into a higher volume of outside music and synchronised voices. She was very close. One more turn and she would practically find the source. 

But she didn’t want that. It sounds like...a boy band, in the middle of a song. Their young baritones enhanced melodiously by a bass and a hitting drum set. Bar lines meant for a rhythmic dream girl, she’d feel not only flustered, but guilty if they found a stranger getting nosey and messed up their performance because of it. Oh, the awkwardness.

Hence why, she peered around the grimy wall as discreetly as she could, and what does she know, it’s exactly as she thought.

I stand against the wall, waiting for you to ask me to dance, my heart is in your hands!

It was quite a thing to come across on a typical day of travelling home. There were four of them, one that proved her attention to bass and another proving the presence of a set of drums true, with the other two being the core singers. Whether it was an instrument, a microphone or a drumstick they held in their hand, all of them had stage presence in a place that lacked quite technically that, with a choreography that flowed very smoothly with the tempo. Even the sun was amazed that the quartet was pulling off a song in a dodgy passageway where anything of nature could happen, through its selected support to fall its gold upon them, ethereal, magical. And while the judgement of the golden yolk that hanged above them was justified, (Y/N) couldn’t help but center her attention around one of the singers, the one with black hair and a clean face...only because he...was also wearing something plaid, a flannel, red too, alike her dress, her nice cozy dress. As he finishes his note, he brings his view down from the sky and presumably reopens his eyes where he freestyles around for this segment, the very man she had been gazing at catches sight of her hem that naturally pulls him into making eye contact with her. 

Oh, uh...! Dang it! Just what I...! Before the warmth of exposure took full effect, she snapped the trance and quickly walked off as though she hadn’t come the particular way to feed her curiosity. She didn’t remember the route being this long...

That vaporised to the least of her concerns when a moving silhouette of a tower dashed towards her from the side. Needless to say, when the light spontaneously disappeared, her mind flashed the worst possible thing to sight, may have jumped or ga-

“My bad,” The thing had spoken.

Huh? She turned around and visibly gasped:

It was that singer?,“Didn’t mean to scare ya, my fault for not making myself known earlier.” He advanced, ironically owning a speaking voice shyer than his consuming shadow sprawling on the ground.

(Y/N) remains silent to take in his figure, now that she was watching from a closer distance. His messy black hair mahogany in the sunlight, ripped grey jeans that were a bit too big for his ankles, right arm used to bear a transducer behind his head, stumbling in continuation,“I...noticed you watching our performance...and I wanted to hear what you thought about it. (This is also my first time meeting a fan!). Sorry, if this was sudden.” The second to last part was mainly for himself, but she’s glad it was external.

Makes it easier to clear up the misunderstanding,“Oh, no... I’m the one that should be sorry. I could have distracted you. I...was just curious.” She had never been more thankful for sunshine,”The music was really nice, so I wanted to check out where it was coming from. I didn’t mean to look for that long.”

But the male wasn’t insulted,”Ohh, I know where you’re coming from. Don’t worry, I wasn’t distracted,” He stops to look at her,“...I know it’s not conventional, having a guy talk to you in a place like this, but if you don’t have anything else to do... Want to talk for a little bit?”

Though he was well built and looked marginally older than her, (Y/N) didn’t have any alarms swirling in her stomach; the sun did flow well on his red, a shade of rose rather than blood.

“Uh...” she hastily looks to the side, not realising that alternative shortcut from whence he came upon her first arrival,“Sure!” 

“Really? Alright then!” He was acceptive of both choices?,“And don’t worry about the others coming in on us, they all go home the other way.”

“G-Gotcha!” Isn’t it wonderful that he who she laid eyes on was he who came for her?

Nothing like a sunny afternoon with a singing stranger surrounded by brick walls dried with graffiti.

“So, do you always come here for rehearsals?” She asked, sitting up next to him on the recycling bin, closing the lid beforehand.

“Nah. We kinda did just start, so we haven’t done this kind of practice in a public setting like this before. Normally, we’d go to one of our garages.” His silver ear piercing aligned similarly to his teeth.

“Makes sense. What’s the name of this band?” 

“We’re Fametown!” His response great with energy.

“Okay Fametown. What kind of genre do you make? Love songs?” She teasingly presumed.

His hand immediately slaps onto the side of his neck, sheepishly confirming it. Aw, who knew! “It may sound cliche, but with the talent of all the other guys in the band, we’ll get a record deal sooner or later!”

That’s the spirit of a fellow singer she likes to hear! The more belief you have in yourself, the sooner you’ll reach your goal!... Albeit, to (Y/N)’s disappointment, the other supposed singer in the alley didn’t reciprocate her enthusiasm,“Actually about that...” he begins, shifting closer to her in means to whisper as though he wanted nobody else to hear,”Don’t tell my other bandmates about this...but I’m actually not all that big about singing.”

“Really?” She blinks. With a voice like that, it was hard to believe he lacked passion.

He nods,”It sounds deceiving, but... I just... I really want to be famous. And singing to me is one way where I can be guaranteed fame, even if, I’m not sure if it’s what I like.”

I see. She had to hold in her sigh. Just when she thought she found an opportunity to connect and befriend another musically inclined soul. At least he was honest with himself,“Then...maybe, if it’s not what you like, you should quit. You can get famous by doing anything nowadays, especially if you love it.”

“Quit?” He repeated, as though it was a bleak suggestion. Man, he wasn’t giving (Y/N) a lot to work with,”But... I want to give it more time to see if it’ll grow onto me. If not, then I totally will.”

What does this man like otherwise?

He looks away with sparkles in his dark eyes,“I’d love to get into acting again...maybe even start my own show!”

“You acted before?” She smiles, interested. Had she accidentally stumbled upon a hidden celebrity?

With that asked, he blew up with excitement,“Uh huh!” He rapidly nods at the same speed as his enjoyment in the conversation,”You know that talking cats movie from about a year ago? I played a huge role in that one!” Almost as though it wasn’t often.

Maybe (Y/N) knew why after hearing his description,“Really?” He wasn’t talking about that movie, was he-

“Yeah, one of many! You know CATostrophes?”

...Yep. He was talking about that movie. The one everyone kept making fun of back in tenth grade... She decided to keep that part to herself.

“Ohhhh! It was you who made that! Wow!” Her false smile slowly returning sincere. Sure, it was terrible- so terrible, it’s funny,“Who knew I’d get to meet the...star of that movie?” Hidden was a lot more appropriate.

“And who knew I’d get to meet such a beauty after my rehearsal?“ He winked, causing her to playfully roll her eyes,“I plan on getting into another, maybe a sports movie!”

“A sports movie?” She repeated in puzzlement, not realising how much correlation there was,”I guess boys like their sports... Are you in any clubs?”

“Back when I was in high school. Are you?” He rapidly redirects the question as though it was a topic he wanted to avoid.

“Just coaching for singing.” She hummed dully. It was only fair.

“Oh, right... How long you been singing for?”

For some reason, she wasn’t expecting him to ask an organic question, so it was relieving that the instinct was false,“Since I was younger, like thirteen.”

“Oh wow... Yeah, you for sure are more passionate than I am...” he sways his feet back and forth,“Did you need to pay for coaching?”

What kind of question is that? Still, she answered calmly,“Normally, you’d need to pay about two hundred dollars monthly, but because my high school provided it as an option, it was free until I left, where my teacher was kind enough to reduce it to fifty dollars.”

“Impressive...” he commented, genuinely intrigued.

How come? Didn’t he go to at least one voice coaching lesson before joining this band?

He was reeled from his admiration,“Not really... Unless bandmates count.”

“Mm,” She’d give the benefit of the doubt,“Relying on the feedback of your bandmates isn’t necessarily advisable for constructive criticism. But you know what, there are lots of singers from around the world that are self taught, like uh...Elvis Presley.”

“Elvis Presley is a generous comparison...” he added, in a way that spoke incomplete attention, not long after he checks his watch,“I better get going now.” he leaps off the bin,“Does the lady want to exchange landline numbers? No pressure, I enjoyed the conversation.”

“Sure! You seem like a pretty good guuuy...”  she dragged out as though trying to recall what his name was. When connected the dots, the man face palms.

“Oh, how forgetful am I! I’m Chris. Chris McLean.”

Has a nice ring to it,“(Y/N) (L/N),” she smiled.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?!” He suddenly jumped back in disbelief,“You’re...that singer (Y/N) (L/N)?”

“Surprised?” She didn’t think it was a big deal.

“O-Of course... I lis- Would it really be okay to get your number...?” Aww!

She isn’t that light!,“Why wouldn’t it!” She fishes out a paper from her handbag to give him, seeming that the contact of it cured him of his shock.

Now over the plot twist, he quickly scans over it and grins at her as a result,“You...just had it on your person?”

She vertically waves her hand,“Oh please! I always carry my landline number on me in case I happen to find a groovy man with a voice as hot as the sun! Nah, I wrote it beforehand.”

“Soooo you were planning on giving it to me way before I asked?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” She firmly averred.

He gives a light chuckle, then extracted a receipt and a pen from his interior pocket. He looks around for a surface to write it on and ended up leaning over the bin. Two steps ahead in memory.

“Have you given your landline number to a girl before, by any chance?” She smirked as he scribbled it down. From this angle, his attire suited the bricks perfectly.

“Sure I have! To chicks from high school, chicks from the streets...” Straightening his posture, he gives the crimped complete paper to her in exchange,”Call me soon alright?”

“Desperate?” Her smirk not fading. Did he say that to all the others?

“No! Not at all. Just...let me know when you get back home.”

“Sure will.” She made sure he watched her slip it into her purse.

And she did and had herself, twirling the wire and kicking feet in the air, marking meet ups with him on her neglected calendar and lyrics in their flesh. Her house had never felt so empty while her hand was the furthest thing from that. She never would’ve guessed that this relationship she composed with a dreaming guy from an alley would get serious, but despite all these dates and growing intimacy, she never let the case of being another simple chick from the street in his eyes fade from her mind. But their frequent visits and very little mention of other girl names, soon morphed into a question of What made her so special?

“Double doubles are my favourite!” The musician exclaimed, having a jolly sip. Here, they were much more civilised, with napkins on their laps and paying lunch. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing a dress this time around, rather baggy jeans, similar to what Chris had on.

“Meh, soy lattes are way better.” The former one claimed with less spirit, drinking from said preference while sitting in front of her.

“So! You left your band?” She put out in reminder, twirling her fork around her spaghetti.

“Yep, and it was for the best. You should’ve seen how ticked off they were! I mean, I gave it my best shot and that’s how they react? Unbelievable!” He scoffed, gesticulating with knife in hand,“Whatever, I don’t care about them anymore. I’ll find new people, way more awesome than them. And that starts off with a new dream.”

By this time, he had hair prickling all over the lower half of his face and took sensible measures with the hair on his head; gel was never let out of his cabinets again.

“Yeah! Like the badminton movie you landed! And you got the lead role? Doooope!”

“I hope you can be the first one to see it!” He points excitedly.

“Aw, I absolutely will!” Red coloured her cheeks,“You should come around soon you know.”

“Heck yeah I will!” He chimed, slipping a forkful of food into his mouth,”After I’m done filming, there’ll be plenty of time for us to hang out... I still can’t believe I’m talking to someone as cool as you.”

“Aw, give yourself more credit, Chris! You were the one that took the chance to start talking to me.” Her eyes gleamed in its beautiful (E/C),“Could we go to the ice cream palor first? It’ll be so fun!”

“Who am I to reject that? Unless I don’t feel like it that day.”

Only makes sense! It’s his movie they’ll be celebrating after all. He lets her know she has a coffee stain on the corner of her lip, and she’s warm, not from humiliation, but from the enrapture. The pink, purple aura of this diner really did fit with what was starting to sweeten the air- their desserts, of course!

Not only that, (Y/N) would realise, finding herself cooing, a year or so later, to the same ambitious man, tugging onto his collars one day,“You’re as handsome as ever... That stubble looks great on you.”

“What doesn’t!” He twitted, before kissing the tip of her nose.

Chris was now investing time in his show, alongside the adoption of a signature necklace tied around his flawless neck- meanwhile, (Y/N) had finished college and debated on whether university had her best interest or not; she was already doing well with music, and whatever money she would have had was mostly reserved for the apartment they rented together anyhow. Call it a wild decision, to move in with a guy she met in an alley and hasn’t known him for the same amount of time it takes one to be a sixth grader to graduating as a senior, but who cares! It was bound to happen, finding their primary strength relying on that neither of them had ever met one like the other before. It was only a matter of time before her honeysuckle chorus was made real.

“Alright!” He cleared his throat, finger pointing upwards,”Today marks the day of the pilot episode of my cooking show, Keep it Plain with Chris McLean!” 

“What dish did you make for it?” She had faith it would be mind blowing, something she hadn’t heard bef-

“White rice!”

“Just that?” ...She didn’t think he meant it literally.

“Before you go all judge-y, hear me out!” Now that he stopped singing, his voice was at liberty all the more,“I have to start off basic and simple, then I can make my way towards more complicated dishes, like lasagna and poutine!”

She’s a bit doubtful of his way of thinking, but didn’t want it to get in the way of her ability to support him,”Alright! Just...please be careful. I did have to pull strings with the company to make this possible, so if this fails, it also looks bad on me.”

“You worry too much, baby! Just leave it to me, I know what I’m doing!”

...

“A show about watching paint dry would be more entertaining than this.”

“Worst twenty minutes of my life!”

“Did he already run out of ideas to make WHITE RICE?”

“Desperation at its finest.”

“If that’s what he chose to make for the first episode, I don’t even want to know what he’ll make next. Hot water? Peeled potatoes?”

“It was okay, nothing too particularly exciting, but something my grandpa liked.”

“Even my mom with dementia knows how to cook better rice than this weirdo.” 

“I just know someone got food poisoning listening to this.”

“He didn’t even mention seasoning... Yeah, I wouldn’t ever let this guy come into my kitchen, eh?”

“You know the show is doomed when your sister that wants to be a chef turns the tv off whenever this comes on.”

“Sorry man, but this really wasn’t a good way to introduce your show.”

“Honestly, reading all of these reviews on one hand makes me relieved that I’m not the only one who thought this show was embarrassing for McLean, but on the other hand, I feel bad for him.”

“He’d be better off as a commentator because what was this recipe?”

“Just stay an actor, no one wants to see you cook.”

“Man makes dish everyone and their babies know how to make! Yay!”

It hadn’t even been a month since his first episode aired. Shame graced on one harder than a swinging bat. Switching her sight back and forth between the letter and Chris’ reaction, (Y/N) saw the love he had for his show burn. The paper gradually twitched in his hands as more time passed where they should’ve by now reached the final nail in the coffin on how the show would permanently be removed from the network’s listing. He had never seemed so close to tears.

People can be so horrible.

“Chris...don’t listen-“

“It’s fine.” He bitterly interrupts, scrunching the acidic letter up into a sphere,”They just don’t know true art. None of them do. An artist is never understood in their era.”

“Hey... You’re not okay. Let’s go outside, to the park, okay? I’ll grab a few things we’ll need.”

“Whatever!” Without warning, he yelled, hurling the ball of humiliation to the floor with (Y/N) watching from a frightened frame,”It’s just like how people reacted to my first film! Nothing was ever good enough! I am so done with them! What in the name of television standards do they want? I’ve tried everything! Everything!” He was dangerously close to ripping his hair out.

Lord! She didn’t expect him to suddenly lash out! She needed a minute to recollect her senses. 

Once regained, (Y/N) carefully rubbed his back,“That’s why, we’re going to take a break from people.”

A sulking man and a thoughtful woman. For a sunshine day like this, (Y/N) was surprised there wasn’t a lot of families outside especially from the area they lived in. Though, it was probably because it was a working weekday, so she didn’t really pay mind to how empty it was, aside from the ordinary dog walkers.

“You think I’m some sort of kid?” Chris murmured, trailing behind.

That got her attention,“What makes you say that?” he gestured gloomily behind her- the unused climbing frame, set of swings and roundabout that had lived there longer than they had was all the answer she needed,”Huh? You think I chose this park so you can go on the monkey swings? I mean, we can if you want to. Though we’ll have to do it before we eat.” She wiggles her finger,”Can’t have you feeling sick!”

“I’m good... Let’s just find a spot already.” He proposed morose, hands still stuffed in his pockets, obvious that the sunshine hadn’t brightened his mood yet.

“Hm... How about you pick it, dear?”

He seemed taken aback, but soon accepted the idea by taking a hand out to pinpoint one, near a hill, absent of sheltering trees. Not a typical spot, you could remark, but it was the spot he chose in the land of countless spaces and that was enough for her to beam and approach while watching him slowly come out from under the raincloud. 

She set the blanket down and followed him to the ground.

“How did you have all this ready?” He asks, watching her take out a different variety from her basket to the blanket.

“I went shopping yesterday. I was hoping this could’ve been a celebration of your new show... But you know what, let’s still make that happen, while add it on as a way to cheer you up.” She takes out a bottle filled with red liquid,”I noticed you’ve been drinking tomato juice a lot more recently. So I made special note to buy that. Don’t drink anything right from the bottle, I brought cups.”

“Thank you, (Y/N)...” he lets out, watching his finger stroke the body of the bottle,”Y’know, I feel like I barely pay attention to you anymore.”

“Don’t feel that way.” She didn’t want him to be in an even worse state,“Sure, it’s...true. But you’re not doing it on purpose. You had a script to memorise, and you were the host.”

“I know that...but seeing how people are reacting to it, maybe I’m not fit to be on TV, so I feel like I wasted time even bothering when I coulda just been with you.”

A frown collapsed on her lips,“If you really don’t feel like hosting again because you don’t think it’s what you’re made for, I’m in full support of that, not because of a few negative comments. You’ll get those no matter what you do, in any business. Don’t let other people decide what you can and can’t do.”

“But that’s the thing, I need other people’s opinions, don’t I, (Y/N)?” Whether he intended it or not, his interpretation addressed like ice,”I need people to watch me, to have their eyes on me, to give me the worthy name. I need people to praise my work, to praise me. I need the world to go to the stars.”

“Oh Chris...” she responds, rocking her head to him. Besides from occasional pauses of tomato juice, Chris hadn’t touched any of the food,”You can’t make everyone happy. And maybe there were more people that liked your show than you think, but the radio station only decided to include the negative parts in the letter. Besides, you did achieve some of that reputation, didn’t you? Like from your badminton movie you did?”

“A big mediocrity that could’ve gone a lot better...” he was quick to counteract,“The storyline, the setting, the other themes... No wonder why you don’t hear people begging for a sequel like Child’s Play…” he grouches, relying the weight of his ponderous face on his knees,“I’m hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. Is there any point bothering anymore, (Y/N)? Maybe I’m not meant to be famous...”

“My love…don’t say that.” She couldn’t eat after hearing that. Was that really how he thought? The clouds won’t go away easily, will they?,“I think you might just need to breathe…and accept the outcome of your cooking show. All the successful people you admire was in your position once...even I was. They pour their time and heart into something, but still witness it not getting as popular as they wanted.” She scooted closer to him,“Tell me, do you have a passion for cooking?”

He gives a thoughtful glance,“Well... I guess I’m okay at it, but it’s not something I can imagine doing for the rest of my life.”

Figures! She knew from that pace he didn’t,“Now, let me ask you. If it’s not what you’re passionate about, why did you start a show on it?”

“I guess... It just seemed easy. Truth is, I still don’t know what it is I exactly want to do, so I figured if singing or acting wasn’t my feel, I could try hosting. And cooking shows seemed good enough to suck up for... I didn’t think people would see through the pretend if I had thought more about the joy of being famous rather than...” He trailed off, appearing to ingest the messy thought process behind it...

There. She sits up, after leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek,“See? That was the root of your failure. There was nothing wrong with your charisma nor you in general, Chris, but don’t undermine your audience- they can tell if you’re doing something that doesn’t come natural to you. There’s the bigger absence of soul, and we all know what atmosphere a dead body sets. Hearing that you didn’t like it to begin with, I’m honestly happy that it failed. Imagine if it blew up and you were stuck doing it for months, years, just for reputation sake? Why make a misery out of your life when you can be famous for something you love instead?” She takes a munch of her sandwich,”In other words, yes, there is a point bothering. Remember what I said? You can be famous by doing anything. There’s no point wasting it on something that just happened to be convenient. You just have to reflect, hosting, what kind of show do you want to host? Acting, what genre do you want to star in?”

Chris doesn’t respond right away. For a second, (Y/N)’s stomach drops as though she had said the wrong thing- taking sight of the expression knitted on his face, however, she found that it wasn’t the case of searching for a verbal answer to give her- but an answer to himself. In spite of his eyes already being the darkest colour possible, a wide range of heavy thoughts had glimmered from his strange brain in them, taking her word of reflection to the next level extremely.

For what felt like an hour of listening to the wind whistling and strands of hair dancing, the epiphany (Y/N) casted on him was alas put to rest as Chris drops his body onto her lap, groaning,“I’ll think more about it later... Right now, I...think I really just need to take my mind of it.” Guess he realised he had tried exploring so many methods at once, he had forgotten to use himself as the starting point.

Warmly, she locates her accepting arms around him,“Hang in there, baby. Your time will come along.”

After that, Chris got a lot more attention. Better attention, from other actors, singers, producers. He never told her what he did that led to it. Whether he used (Y/N)’s connections or found some of his own, it worked, and now, smiling had never been more permanent on his face.

A pink balloon to her wrist, (Y/N) hopped in circles on their carpet. Even their Venus flytrap was greener for happiness was alive and well, evident by Chris’ current calls for his sweetheart one day, the ecstatic voice followed by rushing footsteps, the more it repeated, the closer it would seem he’s gotten to her, racing with a grand smile carved in his face. Before the woman at urgent request could verbalise, he gripped onto her waist to swing her off her feet out of this pure excitement,”I got it, I got it, I got it! I got the job!”

Who could not have smiled at such an act?! This along with what he said was definitely a time of good news! 

“Woooo! Where, Chris, where?!” She laughed with him as he put her back down.

“Hosting! I’m going to be hosting a brand new reality tv show!” He announced, hand to chest, the words flying out faster than he can think them.

Oh my God.

Her eyes widened.

This really was a miracle.

“Oh my God!” she squealed recklessly loud, her go to tighten her arms around him,”That’s incredible Chris! Oh I’m so proud of you!” No wonder why he was so happy! He was going to have a second chance at one of the best positions in the industry!

“Thank you, (Y/N)! This is totally going to be my breakthrough! No way I’ll get fired now! And...” his voice tones down for a crucial confession,“I want you to be part of it.”

“Huh, me? Meeee? Lil old me?” she had caught her own wide smile, letting go of him. 

“Uh, yes! I can’t have you in the shadows when there’s the whole world to shine for!” He explained as though it was obvious.

“Ohhh I don’t know...” the beloved lady puts a considering finger on the side of her face,“I won’t be as good as you with being on live television, and... Well, I want you to be the centre of it all, not me by accident.”

“Ohohoho...” he laughs, lightly squeezing her face,“Don’t worry, you for sure won’t be stealing my spotlight. Come on... It’ll mean the world to me! And it’ll be my way of saying thank you for believing in me. Pleaaaaaaaaase?” He grasped his hands together in front of his face.

“Hmm...” What was really stopping her? She had the confidence for it and she’d get to really celebrate Chris’ success on landing such a good job by being a part of it,”Alright! If it’s for you, then absolutely! How should I apply?”

“Apply?” The soon to be host with the most repeated, confusion narrowing his beautiful features, before cracking up at such inquiry,”I already signed you up! It was actually the producers’ idea to get someone like you on the show!” He puts his hands forwards, cracking knuckles, no going back,”Prepare for showbiz Y/N, cuz we’re in for the ride of fame!”

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Fanfic for Iceeclaw, the character is Eagleclaw, here's the headcannons:

Here's the headcannons for the fic @iceeclaw requested. This was hard to write, cuz these headcannons literally make no sense 😂

This is cannon divergent from my other fics, but it's a one off so… its cool to be cannon divergent.

Eagleclaw was in his home one morning, having just woken up. He, after his latest run in with his brother, started asking himself, “what am I doing with my life?”

So he tried to get his act together. Tried to actually stay in a bit of decent contact with his brother.

It was Sunday. His last day off of the week and he was just going to stay in.

His peaceful Sunday morning was shattered by a sudden knock on his door, so peace shattering that he nearly dropped his coffee. He scowled at the door before another knock, more urgent, came.

He sighed and went to look through the peephole, thinking it was his next door neighbor from across the hall. She was so nosey.

But no, it was the robot. He looked concerned, but Eagleclaw couldn't see what he was concerned about.

He opened the door and immediately was met with the other four Aquabats…who were de-aged, “What the-” he was cut off by Jimmy, “Hi, uh, I uh think I could use your help, can I come in?” Eagleclaw, too dumbfounded to speak, only nodded, stepping aside a bit.

The other four just looked really scared. Like scared little children. Eagleclaw suddenly realized that he had no idea how to talk to children, “Heeeeeeeeyyyy….buuuuuuuddyy….? How ya doing?” His words were oddly halted as he crouched down in front of them, outstretching a clawed hand.

One of the kids, he assumed it was Ricky, as he was pretty tan, screamed a little and jumped behind Jimmy. The other two did the same, but the one he recognized as his brother, just stared at his claws, “You know, my brother also has claws, do you have to wear the stupid claw cap thingies too?” Eaglebones stared up at him, question evident on his face. Eagleclaw was very glad at that moment that everyone was age regressed and didn't know who he was, otherwise they would probably tease him, “Idiot, he's scary, get over here, he's probably evil.” Who Eagleclaw assumed was crash whisper yelled.

Eaglebones looked at him, “I'll have you know that not everyone with claws is evil. My brother has claws and he's the coolest guy I've ever met. And I'm sure this guy isn't evil, why would Jimmy bring us here if he was evil?” Jimmy smiled awkwardly at Eagleclaw before mouthing,

“help.”

“What the heck do you want me to do?” He mouthed back.

Jimmy looked down at the kids, who had their attention fixated on something across the room, “Where he keeps the man eating scorpion.” The commander whispered, pointing at Eagleclaw’s snake aquarium. Crash made a scared sound and Ricky giggled with excitement, “No, can't be, I mean a scorpion would have to be way bigger to eat a-” the snake in the terrarium moved.

They all flinched, hiding behind Jimmy's legs once more, “Jimmy, scan it.” The commander said in a small voice.

Jimmy laughed in that way mother's do when their child asks a stupid question, “What?”

“Scan it.” He squeaked, totally serious.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and scanned the tank, “It's a snake.” if the commander was a cartoon character he would've gotten those big excited, starry eyes, but as normal humans go, he got pretty close.

Eagleclaw chewed the point of his claw nervously. Why was Jimmy here? Why were his brother and company children? Why couldn't he have a normal Sunday morning?

He sighed and crouched near the kids, “You wanna see the snake?” Eagleclaw crossed the room and opened the cage to pull out Mr. Jingles, his ball python, “Oooooh,” he reached a hand to touch it, “can I hold it?” Knowing Jimmy needed to talk about something, he let him hold it, “Okay, you guys do that, the adults need to talk.”

He pulled Jimmy a bit away from the kids, “Why'd you bring them here?” He asked, a bit mad his Sunday was off to a not very good start, “I knew you wouldn't believe me if I told you over the phone, so I came to tell you in person.”

“And why did you feel it necessary to tell me?” Eagleclaw couldn't think of a reason why he would have to know, “Because I thought there was like a family reunion thing today.” Oh crap, Eagleclaw had completely forgotten about that, “Oh shit.” He said out loud.

The children immediately stopped playing with the snake and turned to him. Jimmy facepalmed, “Don't even.” Eagleclaw looked like he was going to laugh, “I'm sorry, but, yeah, I'll make an excuse.” Jimmy smiled, “Thank you so much, okay kids, time to go to professor's house.” Crash, who was holding the snake, handed it to Eaglebones, “Since you think you're so brave.” Eaglebones clearly had no problem with that because he was raised near people that had bird like features…. probably, I don't know, a lot of his backstory is guess work for the others.

Eagleclaw waved them goodbye and looked at his snake, “Mr. Jingles, sometimes I wonder how the hell he got mixed up with those people.” He laughed and put his snake back in the terrarium before getting ready for the family reunion.

Just another day in the life of Eagleclaw Falconhawk.

Bit longer than expected, but I think it's okay.

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✩-Soulmate-✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Type: Fluff

Warnings: LOTS of cussing, fake blood, fake weapons, just horror maze things, Readers ex-boyfriend is a peepee head

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Y/N'S POV

I was scrolling threw my phone when my daughter busted threw the door of my bedroom. "Mom we need to talk!" she said walking over to my bed and climbing in it.

"Um yeah, you should be in bed," I laughed at her scrunched-up face.

"No Mom, I'm talking about my birthday tomorrow, You promised we would go to Halloween horror nights with Dad." I looked down at my hands.

She must have heard the conversation I was having with her father over the phone, She is so nosey. I didn't know how to tell her that her dad wants nothing to do with her anymore, Because honestly how do you? I told him that he didn't have to come if he was going to show his ass and that I and Gracie would stay home and celebrate.

"I'm sorry honey, you're dad isn't feeling the best and he canceled last minute," I said trying to come up with something off the top of my head.

"Oh, Well that doesn't mean that you and me can't go!" She shouted, clapping her hands together, she mustered up the best puppy dog eyes I have ever seen.

"Please can we go, Mommy, Please!!" I couldn't resist her adorable face,

"This girl is gonna be the death of me," I thought.

I thought about it a little bit and decided, why not. "Fine, we can go-"

"YESSSS!!" she jumped off the bed and did a goofy dance causing me to laugh.

"You better go get some sleep if you wanna go get ice cream tomorrow." she stopped and looked at me,

"Ice cream!?" I nodded my head smiling,

"GOODNIGHT MOMMY!!" she yelled as she ran to her bedroom. I laughed at my adorable daughter as I reached over and turned off my bedside lamp and fell asleep for the night.

TIME SKIP

We gave our tickets to the guy, he scanned them and gave us our wristbands and we walked in.

I was holding Gracie's hand so she wouldn't run off, "Mom can we please go on that one!!" She said pointing to a hay ride.

I laughed and nodded my head, "Heck yeah, we can!" We walked over and the woman scanned our wristbands, We got on and waited as another group of people got on, it was about nine people and I guess they all knew each other since they all started talking to one another.

There were four girls, three boys, and a woman.

One stuck out to me though, He had long curly brown hair put up in a bun and he had good style, I had to pry my eyes away from him so I didn't look like a creep.

"Mommy look we're moving!!" Gracie screamed, The group looked over at us, A girl with black hair Awed as she looked at Gracie, She didn't look that old,

"She's so cute!" She laughed, The rest of the group stared at me and Gracie now.

"My name is Gracie and I am five!" She said as she put her hand on her hip, They laughed and so did I.

"Well, you are very adorable Gracie," A girl with red hair said, Gracie giggled as she swung her feet on the bench.

"It's my birthday today! My daddy is sick so he didn't get to come," She said smiling, I kinda stiffened as the group looked at me with a sympathetic look, It was like they knew that the dad was a piece of shit.

"Oh really? Well Gracie I hope you have an amazing time," The woman said as she and the group got off the ride,

"I will thank you!!" She yelled as we walked our separate way, The boy with the bun kept staring at me and he defiantly wasn't trying to hide it, I smiled at him and he winked as he walked away to catch up with the group.

"Can we go to that one?" Gracie asked, Pointing to a maze called "The black phone." It looked scary but me and Gracie loved horror so I said yes obviously.

We ran to it and let the guy scan our bands as we walked in. It was slightly dark,

"AHHH!!" Gracie screamed as a guy with a mask and a hatchet popped out of the wall at us,

"I think I shit my pants," I said as Gracie clung onto my arm, I held her close as we continued, We walked into a tiny room and it kinda resembled a basement, there was a bed, a manikin was sitting on it holding a black phone, He kinda looked like one of the boys I saw earlier, dirty blond hair with loose curls.

We heard whispers threw out the room and then a scream was heard, The same guy came out and jumped at me and Gracie,

"AHHHH FUCK YOU!!!" I yelled as I grabbed onto Gracie even more,

"NOOOO AHHH YOU BALD BITCH!!!" She yelled. I was kinda shocked since she never cusses but I didn't say anything cause one I cuss all the time and two she was scared and didn't mean to. We walked out as the man left,

"Mom I think I'm scared," She sighed, I laughed,

"You think?" I said, She glared at me and I held my hands up in defense. We walked out and someone ran at us with a chainsaw, Gracie screamed and ran behind me grabbing my legs, The guy cackled evilly as he ran away.

"You can come out now Grace," I laughed, She grabbed my hand and smiled,

"That was awesome!" She yelled jumping up and down,

"Oh let's go too-" I was cut off by someone shouting,

"Hey!" I looked over to see the same little girl from earlier running at me and Gracie, the great of the group following after her,

"Hiii!" Gracie shouted as she ran up and hugged the girl, She has always been such an affectionate person. The girl laughed as she hugged Gracie back,

"My name is Violet sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier," She said as she shook my hand,

"My name is Y/n," I said, Gracie pulled on my arm as she pointed to"The Haunting of hill house." Maze, I laughed and nodded my head,

"You wanna join Violet?" I asked, She smiled and nodded,

"As long as my friends can come!" She said,

"Of course, they can," I said, we all walked into the maze and it was dark the only thing lighting it up was some candles on the wall and a flickering light above us.

"Nothing is happening-" A person in a black body suit jumped out of the wall and we all screamed, Gracie fell to the ground and took me down with her,

"HOLY SHIT!!" I screamed, The guy from earlier appeared beside me, He laughed as he reached out his arm trying to help me up, I of course took it, Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he gripped my hand, He had very warm and soft hands,

"Mom come on!" Gracie shouted as she dragged me forward.

"Ok, we got this guys!" Gracie said as she took a deep breath, We all laughed at her, She was trying mentally prepare herself for what was next.

"It's hard to see," Violet said as she squinted her eyes, I bumped into something, I shouted as I felt someone grab my arm to stop me from falling,

"It's alright I got you, Come on," The same guy said, he pulled me up and looked at me, He smiled as he looked me up and down, I couldn't stop staring at his lips and he couldn't help but stare at mine, We began leaning in.

I knew this was wrong and I didn't even know him- but he was so cute and it gets lonely sometimes, Having a kid at sixteen inst the best thing, And it is weird when people you're on a date with asay they have to leave because they dint want you to come with baggage. He grabbed my waist, I could feel his breath on my lips, I closed my eyes.

"MIGUEL LET'S GO!!" One of the guys shouted,

"Mommy where are you!?" Gracie yelled and I sighed as I looked forward, I didn't see them anywhere, Great they were ahead of us, I looked back at Miguel who was standing there awkwardly scratching the back of his neck,

"Uh we should catch up," I said, He nodded as he walked fast without me, Ok dick face.

I heard Gracie scream somewhere in the distance and I couldn't help but laugh, Miguel looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back,

"AHH STOP! GO IN!!" Miguel screamed as an alien thing popped out from the corner,

"NOOO NOO STOP!!" I screamed gripping Miguel's arm, I guess he didn't mind since he put his hand over mine, We continued our way through the Maze jumping at every little noise, We walked into a bathroom and a pig with a hatchet jumped out,

"ARE YOU INSANE!?!" Miguel screamed at the pig,

"FUCK I'M GONNA SHIT MYSELF!!" I yelled as a slammed into a wall, Miguel laughed as he walked over to me grabbing my hand,

"I think I already did that," He said, I laughed.

"Guys get out," The pig said as he peeked out from behind the shower curtain.

"Bro fuck you, pigs don't speak!" Miguel spat, flipping the guy off, He grabbed my hand and we walked out.

We walked into a circus-like room, A lion jumped out and Miguel screamed and held onto my waist as he hid behind me,

"Is it gone?" I heard him muffle into my neck, his breath tickling me,

"Yeah," I said, thank god it was so dark in here and he couldn't see the blush that took over my face,

"My legs are shaking!" I sighed as I gripped Miguel's arm tighter,

"Wish I could make them," Miguel mumbled,

"What?" I asked looking up at him,

"O-Uh nothing-nothing!" He stuttered looking forward.

Someone jumped out of the bed and started crawling towards me and Miguel,

"OH HELL NO GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE BED!!!" Miguel screamed as he kicked at the person,

"THERE IS A DOOR LOOK!!" I yelled as a drug Miguel away from the creepy-lookin' person. We went to open the door and someone jumped out at us,

"FUCK YOUR MOM!!" I yelled as they ran by me into complete darkness, I and Miguel walked through the door.

it was quiet and nothing was happening, "Are they late?" Miguel asked looking around,

"I guess so," I laughed looking around as well, I looked at Miguel and he was already staring back at me.

I could feel the butterflies swarm in my stomach again as his gaze shifted to my lips, He looked like he was trying to hold himself back,

"Your pretty, and he didn't deserve you," He said,

My brows furrowed, "Gracie's dad, He didn't deserve you, He fumbled real hard with you," he whispered as his gaze shifted to my eyes, I smiled,

"He was a dick, He was toxic and only used me for his own pleasure," I said, tearing up a bit.

"Gracie said he didn't come tonight… because he was sick?" He asked,

"He doesn't want anything to do with Gracie anymore and I didn't know how to tell her so I just said he was sick," I choked, I was finally letting all my pent-up emotions go and it was in front of a random guy.

"Hey, It's alright, I got you," He whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug rubbing my back, He rested his head on top of mine as he shushed me.

"Sorry," I cried into his chest, He lifted my face to look at his,

"You don't have to apologize for that, it isn't your fault that guy is a dick, Someone else could treat you so much better than him!" He said causing me to laugh,

"Yeah, who? Nobody wants someone who has a kid 'cause that's not attractive," I said, His eyes softened and we made eye contact, his hand was still on my jaw,

"I could treat you better, So much better." He whispered as he looked at my lips and then back to my eyes.

I began to breath heavy as he leaned in, and his hands slid down my body making their way to my waist, His lips crashed with mine. I was shocked at first but soon relaxed into it, his hands slithered under my shirt as he began gripping my waist, He broke away from the kiss and began kissing along my jawline to my neck, It was getting hot, He sucked onto my neck as his hands made their way up my waist some more,

"So pretty," He whispered as he kissed down my neck,

"Miguel," I breathed as he inched his hands up my stomach some more.

We pulled away screaming when we heard a chainsaw go off, and a guy with a knife came running towards us, Miguel grabbed my hand and we ran out.

We stopped and looked at each other, We busted out laughing,

"Holy shit!" I shouted as I placed my hand on my chest, Miguel laughed as he pulled me close to him placing a kiss on my forehead, He backed me up into a corner,

"So where were we?" He smirked,

"Oh no I am not dying tonight, We need to hurry and get out of here I need to find Gracie!" I laughed as I pushed him away. He groaned as he grabbed onto my arm,

"FINE!" He shouted, I giggled as we began walking.

We turned the corner and as soon as we did a guy in a baby mask jumped out at us and Miguel screamed and ran away leaving me,

"MIGUEL AHHH!!!" I screamed as the person came running towards me, I got up and ran to the other room, I heard Miguel scream as he came running back into the room, He was out of breath,

"THE BITCH IS FUCKING CLIMBING ON THE WALLS!!" He yelled, we both got up and ran. We heard laughing and giggling coming from behind us, I was crying at this point and Miguel was screaming like a little girl at every jumpscare.

Somebody grabbed Miguel's arm and he screamed, He grabbed me and threw me at them, they screamed at me and I got off of them running away.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU MIGUEL!!" I yelled as I hit his arm,

"OWW!" He Whined rubbing his arm, We finally made it out of the maze and I let out a breathy sigh,

"OH THANK GOD!!" I said trying to catch my breath,

"Jesus I think I shit myself!" Miguel laughed as he walked up and hugged me, He gently grabbed my jaw and kissed me,

"Mommy! MOMMY!" I heard, I quickly pulled away seeing Gracie running at me with a huge hello kitty stuffy and some pink cotton candy. She was smiling big, the rest of the group following behind her.

"Mom look what I got!" She said showing me her things,

"I see, who got them for you!?" I laughed bending down to her height to give her a big hug.

"Mason got them for me!" She smiled pointing towards the guy in the white shirt, He smiled and waved his card at me.

"Thank you so much," I said, He shook his head laughing,

"No problem, I couldn't say no to her," He laughed.

"Ooh let's go on the roller coaster, Mom!" Gracie yelled jumping up and down, she grabbed my arm as she took off towards

"trust fall tower." yeah that totally doesn't sound like it will make you shit yourself. Miguel grabbed onto my hand as we made our way onto the ride. The group was giving us weird looks but we just ignored it.

"Mom, hold my hand," Gracie said, I grabbed her hand and the cart started moving. We went up and the cart dropped down,

"FUCK!!" Gracie yelled gripping my hand tighter, We stopped and everyone was breathing heavily.

"Get me off this thing!" Violet said, The guy let us off,

"I need to go to the bathroom and piss," Mason said as he ran towards a gift shop, We laughed as we walked in said gift shop. They had candy, stuffies, and shirts everywhere.

Miguel and Gracie had abandoned me to go look at some bandanas together. I felt someone lock their arm with mine, I jumped slightly and looked at them, It was the red-headed girl from earlier, She smiled as she looked down at me,

"Hi, I'm Brooke!" She said,

"I couldn't help but see you and Miguel kissing when you came out of the Maze earlier and I just wanted to say you guys look super cute together!" She giggled, I smiled and looked down,

"You think so?" I asked, She gasped dramatically,

"Girl the way he looks at you, I can tell he likes you." She said, I looked over at Miguel and Gracie, He was holding her up on his shoulders so she could pick out the shirt she wanted, He looked over at me and blew me a kiss, I blushed and blew him a kiss back.

"SEE!" Brooke shouted, Scaring some of the people in there.

"He is in love with you," She sighed.

"I guess I should ask him out right?" I asked, looking back at Miguel who was now walking over carrying Gracie with him, She was asleep with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," He asked nervously, Brooke smiled and walked away. I looked back at Miguel who was now looking at the ground,

"What do you wanna talk about?" I asked, He looked at me and smiled,

"I really like you y/n… and I wanna know if you would like to go out with me, You don't have to I understand," He started to ramble looking everywhere but at me.

I smiled at how nervous he was, He certainly wasn't nervous a few minutes ago with his tongue down my throat and his hands up my shirt. I leaned in and kissed him, He was surprised at first but relaxed into it, We pulled away smiling at each other.

"I would love to go out with you Miguel," I said, He smiled leaning in to kiss me again.

"YAYYY!!" Gracie yelled scaring me and Miguel,

"I thought you were asleep," Miguel laughed,

"No, I just wanted to be carried!" She giggled.

We all went back to my place to celebrate Gracies birthday and have cake, It was a wonderful night and I know for a fact that I had found my soulmate.

Taglist: @vancehopperenthusiast @bradyhepner @deadghosy @finneyblakes @mnsnloverhey @jayceflwrs @bookobsessedfreak

[crackerdilez]

also, Please don’t stop drawing Mapico, We need more of her! We’re dying in here. And don’t worry I’m planning on doing some doodles of Mapico’s parents, Mappy’s parents and then show you more of Happy/Jr and Rappy. Plus a Complete redesign of Picky

instead of making her being a gold digger, I made her into the childhood friend of jr and rappy and how she’s a bit nosey as heck and how Rappy sees her as a bit annoying while Jr doesn’t mind her.

at this point between the friend group and Mapico, they’re all some form of flavor of autism adhd or both. Especially with mapico’s parents. Goodness I have so much to share yet so little time, ether way, THATS FREAKING AWSOME THAT YOU WERE INSPIRED BY MEEEEEE!!

(Jr/happy sucks at sports btw but still thinks he’s good at them, but he’s good at playing the piano but he thinks he sucks at it)

okay okay I’m sorry for the ramblings this is just sooo awsome

Yapping ahead LOL.

OMG I LIKE YOUR VERSION OF PICKY SO MUCH It's so good to finally see a different version of her cuz I always found it off putting how Mappy not ONLY arranged his son's marriage (Or if we talk about the 2P mode, made his sons "fight" for it), but also picked someone like her who acted pretty interested about the wealth and the house more than anything (Oof I'm just noticing how dirty girls are done in every Mappy medium 😭/nsrs)

I have this Mappy imaginary anime in my mind where she goes to the same school as Happy + Rappy, and she acts kinda like Sunny from Parappa the Rapper, Happy is deeply in love with her and wants to date her, Rappy finds it a bit annoying how crazy his brother is for her X,D. Them being AUDHD is so cool too! I always thought Happy probably had ADHD and Rappy Autism HFJSKHFKJHA.

ALSO LOL THE HAPPY PART, I recently got this headcanon (Based from Pro Yakyuu Famista 2020, a Namco Baseball game) that it was Mappy who introduced Happy to baseball and made him start playing it, Happy loves it a lot despite failing at times, also, you know how in Mappy Kids the brothers can fly with their tails? I like to think Happy is good at it, but since he prefers baseball he doesn't give much use to that, meanwhile Rappy would love to be an expert at it, but having a shorter tail than his brother is a disadvantage (A friend suggested me on making an hypothetical episode where Blue Max from Sky Kid teaches him how to fly like a pro LMAO)

Anyways rambling done for now. I'm so excited to see your takes on everyone 🥺It's nice to see another fan who isn't just only into Mappy the Beat!

[spectascopes]

Battle Body Blues

Undertale fanfic (2.5k words, 1 chapter) AO3 LINK Papyrus maybe isn't a huge fan of his body when it isn't properly battle-ready. Frisk sniffs it out like a nosey little hound dog.

Warnings for talk of dysmorphia, dysphoria, transphobia, and gender issues. Frisk is nonbinary!

okay, so THIS POST by @sansofhumor drove me into a little frenzy over Papyrus Undertale and how Gender he is. so this one chapter fic was written!

Frisk hadn't noticed it before, but Papyrus didn't seem to like how he looked without his “battle body” on.

When they'd fallen underground, so much was happening and so many new people became their friends that they couldn't possibly have put it together. Papyrus was strong, confident, and Frisk thought his body was cool as hell! They'd also been nine, and though going through some weird body-feeling times themself, didn't have the capacity to notice or address such things in others.

But now they were on the surface. Six months into their top-side life, Sans and Papyrus had moved in with Frisk and their mom. It was incredible, and catching Sans smooching their mom and watching him get uncharacteristically embarrassed was always funny. He liked to make jokes about it, but being caught in the act turned his skull a few shades darker, because he was just a poser. They played a lot of pranks on each other, but Sans was better at it by far- he was thirty five, practically a grandpa even if they’d decided he was their dunkle, so he'd had a lot of time to practice. The human took any advantage they could get. 

They were eleven now. Toriel home schooled them so they could attend any human-monster ambassador business that needed attending to. They didn't do a whole lot, but people really liked them and thought they 'stood for something' so they did it with a proud heart and a smile. 

It really helped that none of the monsters would let any human misgender them. Initially, they/them pronouns had been a spur-of-the-moment decision when they'd fallen underground- an experiment that had been a euphoric success. Sure, they'd thought a whole lot about using them before that, but they never actually did because the one time they brought it up, they'd been scoffed at. They were nine and apparently that was too young to be 'worrying about that kinda stuff' but that was stupid. And the monsters all knew it, because nobody even batted an eye! Or a weird socket-blinky-thing! Or a second, translucent eyelid that Undyne and Alphys both had!

The monsters knew what the hell was up, and so when they got to the surface and people started misgendering Frisk again, Toriel was not having it. She put her foot down, she refused meetings, once she even summoned a fireball and threatened somebody. Sans had a really fun way of making people doubt themselves when they did it, the way he'd just look at them like they were the dumbest person on the planet before correcting them like he was talking to a preschooler... it made Frisk smile. It was a lot- it meant the world to them. Nobody had ever stood up for the child in this way before, but their new family did it without a second thought. 

After the first time, said family had asked what the hell- heck, mom corrected- all that was about, and they'd explained. Frisk said they were trans- nonbinary- agender- whatever, they didn't know, but that it wasn't all that common or widely accepted. They'd shrugged it off, because that's what everybody else in their life had done, but the monsters were furious. It became an immediate, non-negotiable part of the relations between the two species: queerphobia would not be tolerated. It was mostly for the monsters who either didn't have a gender binary or were trans themselves, but it started because of Frisk, and they spearheaded the movement. They wore the little pride buttons mom got them for their last birthday to every meeting. 

They were eleven and a half, they were somewhere outside of the gender binary, and they had unlocked the ability to recognize when somebody else was struggling with something kinda similar.

Frisk knocked on Papyrus's door.

"NOT NOW, PLEASE! I'M NAKED!"

"You didn't put a shirt on?" Frisk asked, amused. His battle body had been damaged by a rusty piece of barbed wire just a couple of hours before, the point sharp enough to tear through its new-and-improved leather exterior. Toriel was fixing it now, but Papyrus was in his room with the door shut.

"YES- NO- I MEAN, YES! I AM WEARING CLOTHING, BUT IT ISN'T MY BATTLE BODY, SO I MIGHT AS WELL BE NAKED!" came the ever-loud, lovable voice. 

"If you're wearing clothes, how come I can't see you?" they pressed. "I want to show you a video."

"UHM, YOU SEE, IT'S BECAUSE... IT'S BECAUSE IT IS MY BEDROOM AND YOU CLEARLY DID NOT READ THE SIGN!" he shouted. 

The sign- 'NO GIRLS ALLOWED, NO BOYS ALLOWED, PAPYRUS ALLOWED'- had followed him above ground. It made Frisk smile- he was nonbinary, too, by human standards, they just didn't have the same concepts and definitions as humans did. He wasn't a boy or a girl, he was a skeleton! Obviously!

"But I fit two of the three requirements," Frisk tried. "Come on, I thought you liked showing off your cool bod?"

"YES, BUT IT IS BEING MENDED!" he replied, exasperated. "YOU KNOW THAT, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TOOK IT TO MISS MOM-QUEEN!"

Frisk frowned. The cogs started turning- the slow, eleven year old cogs- and they put a hand to the wood of the door. 

"Your battle body is your cool bod?" they asked. "I thought it was your bones."

Papyrus was quiet- definitely unusual for him. Frisk continued to stand there but respected his wishes.

"Should I just send you the video?" they asked. They weren't mad, too confused by his actions for that.

"...NO, FINE, COME IN! YOU WORE ME DOWN!"

Frisk smiled and did as permitted. They did a finger-gun at the general room as they stepped in, closing the door behind them. 

Papyrus was sitting on his newer, larger race car bed. He had his legs criss-crossed and was slouching- another atypical Papyrus behavior being exhibited. He wore a shirt Frisk had never seen, a plain black one with a small cartoon skeleton head on a blue breast pocket. He didn’t wear shirts very much.

Frisk was too wrapped up in whatever was going on to remember the video. Papyrus looked at them, brow raised.

"THIS WASN'T A PRANK, WAS IT? YOU REALLY DO HAVE A VIDEO TO SHOW ME?" he questioned.

"I do, it's only like a minute. It's a parrot one."

Papyrus's sockets lit up. "OH, I LOVE THOSE!" He patted the mattress beside him. "SHOW ME AT ONCE, PLEASE AND THANK YOU!"

Frisk snickered and drew their phone out of their pocket. The child was limited in what they could do on it- they were eleven- but they could watch videos and text. 

Frisk got up beside Papyrus, expecting him to scoop them up and deposit them in his lap like he always did. And he looked like he was going to... but then he deflated a little and didn't, just watched as Frisk sidled up close to his side.

He liked the video. It was a parrot doing a silly little head-bobby dance and making a silly little noise. 

"OH, THAT WAS SO CUTE... WHAT A STRANGE LITTLE BIRDIE!"

"Parrots are weird," they agreed. They looked at him and his... thinness. This might have been the first time they'd seen him without his battle body- even when he wore a cool jacket or shirt, it was over his battle body. The old one was out of commission, having been upgraded to the more durable one that had been jabbed earlier. Without the extra padding and bulk, he looked a lot... smaller. 

Papyrus noticed the looks and went blue with magic, arms crossing over himself like he was hiding.

"WHAT? IT'S RUDE TO STARE!" he muttered, looking away.

Frisk looked down at the mattress for a moment. They had to be a little careful, because they knew what it was like when people didn't take problems seriously, but they were- again- eleven. It could be hard sometimes.

"Do you not like it when you don't have your battle body?" they asked. Papyrus tittered nervously, and that was answer enough. Frisk frowned. "How come?"

"I AM GREAT AND POWERFUL IN ALL MY FORMS, BUT WITH MY BATTLE BODY I LOOK WAY BETTER! I LOOK LIKE THE SKELETON I AM MEANT TO BE- BIG AND BULKY AND MUSCULAR!" He didn't sound as confident as he usually did. He always tried to sound confident even when he wasn't, but Frisk could tell he was getting close to a 'ditching the facade' moment. 

Frisk looked at him. He didn't return the gaze for a while, but when he did, he quickly flushed deeper.

"WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?" he asked, clearly nervous.

"I just didn't know," they said honestly. 

Papyrus huffed. "KNOW WHAT? THAT I LIKE MY BATTLE BODY? OF COURSE I DO! WHEN HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ME WITHOUT IT?"

Frisk leaned away from him, a little hurt. He sounded... angry. Before they could think of something to say, he noticed.

"OH, I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE CROSS WITH YOU..." Papyrus let out a deep breath, finally bringing his arm around the child's shoulder and pulling them into a hug. "I'M VERY GOOD AT BEING SURE OF MYSELF AT ALL TIMES, BUT SOME PEOPLE DON'T REALLY 'GET' MY BATTLE BODY, AND THEY MAYBE TEASE ME IN A WAY THEY THINK IS LIGHTHEARTED, BUT IT’S WITH A HEAVY HEART I MUST CONFESS THAT IT… ISN’T."

"It's okay, it just reminded me of stuff I read online, is all."

Papyrus looked worried. "WHAT STUFF?"

"When people really don't like a part of their body and change how it looks because it makes them feel better," Frisk explained as best they could. They didn't know a lot themself (eleven). "I just know trans people do it to make themselves look more like they want to. Like, humans with boobs will wear binders to squish ‘em and make them harder to see because they like that better."

"OH." Papyrus gave Frisk a squeeze. "DO YOU FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOUR BODY?"

"Sometimes, but I’m pretty young, so most of it’s just in my brain-place since my body is ‘still developing’ or whatever," they said with a groan and a smile. "I'm sure when I'm older it'll happen more, but it isn't bad right now."

"AND YOU'RE SAYING THAT THIS IS... NORMAL?"

Frisk smiled and looked up at Papyrus. "Normal as me, I guess."

Papyrus smiled back down at them, but he looked deep in thought. Frisk just enjoyed his company, one of his big, mittened hands gingerly holding their own and running a thumb along it. 

"THAT IS... INTERESTING INFORMATION!" Papyrus finally said. "WHAT IS THIS THING YOU READ ABOUT ONLINE CALLED, FRISK?"

"Uh, well, when it's gender it's dysphoria, but I think it's a little different for stuff that's not gender... here, gimme your phone," they said, seeing it laying on the bed nearby.

He handed it to them. "JUST DON'T LOOK UP SOMETHING INAPPROPRIATE AGAIN."

Frisk snickered, remembering the time they'd looked up 'skeleton boobies' before and how mad he'd gotten. Sans had thought it was funny, at least. Toriel... not so much.

They did some clicking and typing and waiting for things to load before they nodded and handed the device back to Papyrus.

"Yeah, that's it- dysmorphia."

"THANK YOU, INTERNET SURFER!" He beamed, taking it back and reading for a while. Frisk sat with him, head craned up to look at him looking at the phone. He frowned.

"IT'S A DISORDER," he said, voice flat.

"So was being trans before," Frisk said. They snuggled closer to him. "I think it's only a problem when you hurt yourself over it? But your battle body is cool, so that's fine. Plus, you're a monster, so it's probably different for you guys."

Papyrus read a moment longer before he sat the phone aside. He seemed thoughtful. 

"THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME ABOUT THIS, FRISK. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I..." he trailed off.

"That you weren't alone?" 

It made Papyrus jerk, looking down with wide sockets. But, after a second, he nodded.

Frisk could tell he was a little upset, so they gathered up their legs and hugged him tight around his neck- his neck was usually the same, so hopefully he wasn't too sensitive about that.

"I think you're cool and pretty and handsome with or without your battle bod, but if the bod makes you happy, that's all that matters."

Papyrus hugged them close, only hesitating a second when their squishy, warm human body was pressed against his bare (well, shirt-covered) ribs. It wasn't unfamiliar to the human- Frisk hugged Sans all the time- but it must have felt weird to him.

"THANK YOU, HUMAN, YOU ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO CHEER ME UP!" he said, and Frisk pretended not to notice him bring up a hand and wipe some tears away. "I WILL HAVE TO DO MORE RESEARCH ON THIS TOPIC. I'LL KEEP YOU UPDATED!"

Frisk pulled away from him and grinned. "Yeah, I like knowing stuff." They grabbed his hand and returned to sitting in his lap. "Like I said before, even if you aren't nonbinary since you don't want to use that word, you feel a lot of the same things I do. That makes me feel less alone."

Papyrus hugged them tighter and harder from their new position in his lap, putting his teeth against their hair in a skeleton kiss.

"YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD LITTLE SIBLING,” he said, nuzzling his skull against them.

“The best?” Frisk questioned.

He hummed. “PERHAPS! BUT YOU'LL NEVER OUT-SIBLING YOUR WAY INTO MY TITLE! AND THAT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A BROTHER, SO I AM SAFE! I'VE BEEN SANS'S FAVORITE LITTLE BROTHER FOR TWENTY SEVEN YEARS RUNNING!"

"I'll trans my gender to man and then take the 'brother' title, too," Frisk joked.

Papyrus put a hand to his chest in mock anger. "EXCUSE ME! NO YOU WON'T, BECAUSE SANS IS YOUR DUNKLE- YOUR WORDS, NOT MINE! THAT MEANS YOU CAN'T BE HIS BROTHER EVEN IF YOU 'TRANS THE GENDER' AND BE A BOY!"

"I'll trans my gender to whatever it takes to defeat you," they said, dead serious, and it made Papyrus shout in the funny way he did when he wasn't actually mad, but he was definitely laughing. His retaliation was a devastating noogie. 

“I really like that shirt, it looks good on you,” they said after escaping the chokehold and hair-ruffling. Frisk poked the small embroidered skeleton. “Can I steal it?”

“IT WOULDN’T EVEN FIT YOU!” Papyrus said, slapping their hand aside, but he didn’t seem quite so uneasy. It was fine to want to present a certain way, but Frisk thought he should know his un-battled body was good, too.

“Skeleton boob pocket t-shirt dress,” Frisk said matter of factly. “Fashion statement.”

“DON’T STEAL MY SHIRTS!” Papyrus demanded, poking the child’s side and making them giggle. “DON’T STEAL ANYTHING AT ALL!”

“But what about… your heart?” They dramatically flopped themself into his arms. 

Papyrus immediately dropped them onto the bed beside him and hit them with his pillow.

“NO! I ALREADY LOVE YOU, AND YOU CAN’T STEAL SOMETHING THAT YOU’RE GIVEN FREELY.”

“I can try,” Frisk mumbled into the blankets, laying face-down, succumbing to the thrashing.

“YOU CAN FAIL!” he said as he lightly thumped them with a pillow a few times. They didn’t move at all, and the onslaught stopped when Papyrus picked them back up and plopped them beside him, raising his brows and pouting at their cheeky little expression. He couldn’t hold the look for long; it melted into a warm, toothy skeleton smile.

“ENOUGH TOMFOOLERY, SHOW ME THAT BIRD AGAIN!”

You watched videos of parrots being silly until his battle body was finished.

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

I wonder - and this has bothered me for a while - because it really does look like the phantom was trying to frame Clay for Starbuck's murder that never came to pass.

The case already has enough parallels to UR-1. Simon even points out that Starbuck's indictment is the inverse of his situation with Metis. Later, we find that the phantom planted Clay's fingerprints on the lighter while it was a gun. Hell, his most readily available disguise after Fulbright is Starbuck!

It really does sound like he initially intended to kill the man who survived his sabotage of HAT-1 and foiled his plans to leave the moon rock in space. But something went wrong; he must have assumed the one carrying the other astronaut out of the museum was Starbuck and killed him, only later finding out it was Clay instead. The room was dark enough and their helmets further obscured their faces, so it's reasonable he'd make that mistake.

Two problems.

1. He had a lighter on-hand. We don't know when exactly Clay's helmet was removed so that's up for debate, but it seems silly that he wouldn't have confirmed who's who by taking it off and shining the lighter.

2. WHY WOULD HE TAKE FINGERPRINTS FROM THE GUY HE JUST STABBED?! If the plan was to frame any one of the star-gazers for the crime, he would have taken prints from the one he didn't kill. Again, he has a lighter, he could confirm that fairly easily.

We know he was probably going to frame one of these two; he deliberately fired the gun when Cosmos showed up. The discovery of a gun on the scene with either of their prints would peg them as the mystery assailant. But it doesn't make sense if the one with the prints is already dead.

So we're left with two possibilities; either the phantom's an idiot, or he didn't initially intend for either man to die that day.

Again, this plan doesn't make sense if the one he took prints from karks it. Doing so intentionally with the intention of eventually presenting the bloody lighter would be, as described, make him an idiot.

It wouldn't be that bad a plan either, especially if it was Clay that was the intended scapegoat; he intentionally drugged Starbuck to help Cosmos' plan to evade the phantom go through. That combined with the bloody lighter would point to him intentionally sabotaging the mission. If Starbuck was stabbed non-fatally as assumedly intended, that would further reinforce the argument that Clay was acting with malicious intent (because again, WHY TAKE PRINTS FROM THE GUY YOU STABBED!?)

Of course, that's not how it went. Not only was Clay the stabbing victim, he died as a result and the phantom probably only found out after the fact with the autopsy report. Afterwards, his plan to destroy the rock & everyone involved in the case (not least of which Simon and Athena) fell through thanks to Tonate. That lighter was no longer a means of escape for him and he knew that Simon would get nosey if Starbuck's innocence was proven in court.

That's why he was so jumpy when Phoenix and Athena met him in the Space Station; he had no recourse and was backed into a corner thanks to a series of unfortunate events (unfortunate for him, anyways). The next best thing in his mind was to forge a slap-dash fingerprint analysis to get rid of the one person he later admitted to fearing from the first time they met since UR-1 - Athena Cykes.

With her out of the picture, there are no surviving remnants from that even that could save Simon and later expose him with the psychology report. Shame he underestimated just how driven she was to undo that event & Phoenix's turnabout bullshit that somehow always ends up being the truth.

Long story short, for this to even work out the phantom had to have not intended to kill either men in the Space Station that day. Heck, maybe he even thought to plant the remote detonator on Clay before realising his mistake.

I'm always a little wary of giving Dual Destinies a pat on the back for this sort of thing. Nothing really comes of it and we don't get to spend enough time with the phantom to see him as much more than a murder-man. This isn't Marlon Rimes inadvertently setting up the Captain's death so there isn't as much sympathy to be gained here, though I think some nuance could have been extracted from this after being built up as an inhuman monster.

Oh well.

[f10werfae]

for chris x filipina reader, does chris tried practicing on how to speak togalog?

Yupp!! When Y/n facetimes her family back home, she obviously speaks tagalog as her main dialect, and Chris is a big nosey bird so he always wants to know what’s going on. Instead of annoying his girl alla time with translations, Chris first started off with Duolingo in secret, which failed drastically because he ended up saying “fuck you” instead of “i love you” to Y/n.

But yes when they started getting more serious, he definitely started talking in sentences and phrases, understanding most but still struggling to respond. By the time he actually visited the Philippines though he knew all the basics and was able to talk to her parents and grandparents respectfully, with his cute little american accent. Heck even when they had their first baby, Chris spoke tagalog to them more than English, fully wanting to immerse his tiny family into the filipino culture

[talisidekick]

Confidence takes the willingness to take risks and stomach the possibility of blowback. It's uncomfortable at first, you feel stupid, and dumb, and silly. Heck, you might feel shame. But you did it once, and yeah, it WAS silly. People smiled, laughed, pointed, called it out! But stop, and think ... look at all the joy you just spread! Look at the dull day your weirdness made brighter. I watched a middle aged woman frown at me and look angry, but the moment someone smiled at me and waved, she didn't matter. I added happiness to someones day. I brought a smile to a stranger. More joy to someone. I watched a little girl in the back of her moms car go from bored to smiling and waving because she was wearing fuzzy pink catear headphones, and I had catears too. It was a passing wave and joy in a world that seeks to suck enjoyment from life so it can package it into holidays and sell it back to you.

So go be weird. Learn to be shameless and go be fun. All change is uncomfortable at first. Coming out was uncomfortable, buying those first gender affirming clothes was uncomfortable, wearing them out the first time was uncomfortable, so putting on catears and walking out the door is going to be uncomfortable. So why do it? Weird people are fun, people like weird people. Look at me! Look at that photo! I'm a dork! It's nerdy and weird! I'm awkward! But hey, smiles and waves are a nice change to dull dreary people moving from one mindless task to another. Someones got to shake it up once and a while, give people something or someone to talk about that isn't related to work stress, nosey neighbours, or their life problems. So get into the role. Wear 'em out, wave at people when they wave. Make 'em smile. My favourite is the "look behind me like I'm seeing if they're waving at me, point to myself to confirm, then tilt head slightly and wave" routine. Smiles and laughs every time. Weird? Yeah, that's me. Come say hi.

I got very loudly deadnamed and misgendered multiple times at the doctors office today. This new receptionist ignored the preferred name on my profile to deadname and misgender me loudly, louder than she talked about anyone else in the waiting room. My birth certificate says "F" nex to sex, my medical documentation reflects this, and I was still deadnamed and misgendered.

And the saving grace was a woman and her child. I wear cat-ears and the child too young to speak loved them, and kept pointing and looking at me. I'm assuming her mother kept saying "yeah, she's wearing cat-ears", "yeah, that woman has cute cat-ears", and the like. Her child was enamoured with them, and that woman didn't misgender me once. And each time my very obviously masculine deadname name came up, she looked upset at the receptionist, but not once did she give me a bad look.

It doesn't have to be much. You don't need to be a knight in shining armour, or in someones face. Simply a quiet refusal to play along with someone elses bullshit is enough. It was enough to turn a trying and tiring moment into something that put a smile on my face and joy back into my life. It wasn't a lot but it mattered to me.

[laalaaisqueen]

Rewrite of the Cure AU-Chapter 12: Memories and Sand

Tinky vaguely understood the material in the book. He had found it in the red bag.

He personally didn’t want to experience these scary things described, it sounded very dangerous and little Teletubbies had no business being in dangerous situations. This was his fifth time reading it but still almost protested when it was taken out of his small hands.

But held it back when he realized it was just Noo-Noo, if it was anyone else he would have been annoyed since that’s a bit rude.

He dropped it into the handbag after studying it for a few seconds.

Tinky looks up at his frowning expression.

“You are never to say a word about these books to anyone, understood?”

His smile almost dropped of his face, but the purple Tubby shoved it back into place. He nods.

Tinky Winky is brought out of his thoughts when a small finger pokes his nose.

“Tinky, Gary said we should go to the cafeteria to eat lunch.” She leaves out the part where she turned her head to a demonic degree for the sole purpose of creeping the doctor out.

She didn’t like how nosey Gary is about their conditions. Mind your own business you quack.

Tinky wasn’t fond of being in a place FULL of strangers but he had to eat at some point. So he follows Po and tries not to make any eye contact with anyone he happens to see.

Dipsy was already there but was just poking his food around. Po runs up to him, either oblivious of his down mood or simply didn’t really care.

“Do we need to go somewhere or do we just sit down?”

Dipsy sighs. “You can just sit down, Miles or the cook lady will set the food in front of you.”

Po had no idea who this Miles even was but she didn’t even consider dwelling on it.

Ping lifts up her face and within seconds began sputtering due to her throat feeling...sandy. Why was her face even against sand in the first place?!

She struggles to focus her vision but everything was bleary. There was no time to try to remember anything due to the annoying beeping sound, though it sounded like it was echoing inside her head. It hurt.

She forces herself onto her feet despite wanting to just curl up until the pain stopped.

The pink Teletubby froze, she was observing her environment which she recognized as the beach, four figures were slowly approaching her.

She swore the beeping got louder, or was that possibly her pulse?

When one of them put their hand into maybe a pocket, that’s when her muscles started working again once her brain fully saw this situation as a threat.

Ping ran as fast as she could to the water while screaming as loud as she could. Maybe it would hurt their ears and slow them down. And maybe hopefully cannot swim.

“Why the hell is she so loud?!”

She swam so desperately that she didn’t even notice the water getting muddy. Blood raced through her ears, survival the only thing on her mind.

By the time her pulse started to calm down and the beeping was slowing, she was somewhere that she didn’t think ocean water would lead her to.

It looked maybe swampy?

But Ping was more concerned about the beeping. How can she get it to stop? She lifts up her shirt to look at her TV screen.

To her alarm, she saw a tiny red light flashing. She had no idea why she did it, but she punched her screen. Obviously it hurt but the beeping faltered for a second.

She cringes upon realizing what she had to do to stop it.

She smashed her fist against it over and over. Clenching her teeth and silently crying.

Relief washed over when she felt something shatter and the noise stopped completely.

Thank god.

Now she can focus on what happened before she woke up on the beach.

Ping shuts her eyes maybe that would help her focus.

Vaguely remembers her sister doing something. But couldn’t really recall what exactly Nin did.

She sighs, sitting near the swamp water. She didn’t want to try to go back home, those strange Teletubbies might still be there.

...It still feels like there’s sand in her throat but heck no she wasn’t going to wash her mouth with greenish water.

[sylvanfreckles]

My mom doesn't like that my cat's full name is "Chief Inspector Petunia" because she thinks the cat should have a more feminine title and it's driving me crazy.

1) Petunia is a cat

2) Chief Inspector is a job title and therefore gender neutral

3) If she buys the princess costume for Petunia and the pirate costumes for the boys I will put Petunia in a pirate costume and put the princess one on Phil, the family diva

4) Stop trying to over-gender my cat, Petunia is already a feminine name, she doesn't need "Princess Inspector" or "Inspectoress" on top of it

5) Her name when she's fulfilling her other duty as bug assassin is Lady Spiderbreath, but my mom doesn't like that one either

6) Again. She's a cat. I know I don't have children, but come on (I haven't lived at home for almost 20 years, so it's not like these are family pets)

(Bonus pic of Phil, the family diva. He's basically an opera tenor in cat form.)

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regina had started her day like any other, except she had woken up with an excitement fluttering in her stomach. another day she got to spend with her son and of course, emma. they had been seeing each other for almost six months and it had been going well in regina’s opinion. although it was still fresh, she was sure emma was whom she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.

hence why she was perched on granny’s stool with a cup of coffee sat in front of her, happily chatting with ruby. they had been discussing how crazy the time seemed to fly when you were falling in love, and planning the surprise regina wanted to set up for her and emma’s six months. it was cheesy notion to her but they had joked about it one night and she could sense there was some subconscious want for the cliché and corny in emma. she hadn’t heard the bell on the door jingle as another patron entered the diner until the hairs stood on the back of her neck when she felt a heated glare aimed at her.

For the last few weeks Emma had been at the edge of her wits, and frankly it was her girlfriend’s fault. She had no doubt that she loved Regina, heck she might even go so far as to say she was in love with Regina. But the woman was testing her patience and quite honestly her trust. It was becoming a more frequent occurrence that the brunette would be with Ruby for reasons she refused to tell Emma. They would schedule meetings or be seen whispering over the counter at Granny’s, and more than a few times she had caught Regina trying to sneak into the house at ungodly hours at night after ‘having a late night at work’. She was tired of the excuses and the lies and the hiding, she was tired of Ruby being the focus of her girlfriend’s attention.

When Regina asked to meet Emma for coffee that afternoon she decided that this is when she would confront Regina about everything, civilly, over coffee where she could explain her frustrations and ask for the truth. That was the plan. That was, until she saw the woman sitting at the counter laughing with the waitress. Emma was furious. Storming up to the pair she glared down the waitress before focussing her attentions on Regina. “A word” she growled before looking back between Ruby and Regina, “in private.” She didn’t wait for an answer before making her way to the back corridor to ensure no nosey patrons could overhear them; she knew the wolf-girl would hear nonetheless, but she didn’t care at this point.

her plans had all been coming together; the set up, food, and of course her present. ruby had been over the moon to help regina out, especially after the former queen had confided in her about not being sure how to nail it. feeling a warm presence next to her the mayor had turned, the grin on her lips falling and turning to confusion when she was met with furious green orbs. the ‘hello darling’ dying in the back of her throat, buried immediately with the excitement from her plans. not even having the chance to greet the blonde.

her girlfriend’s anger had been unexpected and had the mayor reeling at would could possibly be going on. the look from ruby had only solidified that she wasn’t hallucinating, and that the waitress was just as surprised as she. “excuse me, ruby.” she cautiously moved from her stool and towards the back room where emma had stormed to. “em?” she furrowed her brow, her hand reaching out for the blonde’s her other pushing the door shut. “what’s going on?”

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regina had started her day like any other, except she had woken up with an excitement fluttering in her stomach. another day she got to spend with her son and of course, emma. they had been seeing each other for almost six months and it had been going well in regina's opinion. although it was still fresh, she was sure emma was whom she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.

hence why she was perched on granny's stool with a cup of coffee sat in front of her, happily chatting with ruby. they had been discussing how crazy the time seemed to fly when you were falling in love, and planning the surprise regina wanted to set up for her and emma's six months. it was cheesy notion to her but they had joked about it one night and she could sense there was some subconscious want for the cliché and corny in emma. she hadn't heard the bell on the door jingle as another patron entered the diner until the hairs stood on the back of her neck when she felt a heated glare aimed at her.

[thebubblesareevil]

Life on the farm Pt 3 Christmas on the farm

It took some convincing but Danny manages to drag a promise out of Ma and Pa not to tell Clark about his half dead status when they tell him to stop by. As they said he showed up within the day. He was a little awkward around Danny most of the time. Giving him these weird looks but he warmed up to him before the end of dinner. (Ma explains Danny has a heart defect that causes his heart to beat slower than normal, her fingers crossed behind her back, brothers shoulder be allowed their secrets after all)

Danny gets real excited when Clark starts to talk about the resident superhero, who just so happened to be an alien, and how he’d even met him a few times. They end the night on a happy note although Danny breaths a sigh of relief when he leaves. The guy just felt weird. He knew there wasn’t much he couldn’t take in a fight, but Clark made his instincts rear up. Danny shook it off, after all he’s only human, he doesn’t even have any ghost hunting equipment.

Time passes, the Kent farm gets a reputation for having the scariest haunted hay ride around (take that Carter!) that one earned Danny his very own apple pie. Danny ate the whole thing it one sitting with a huge grin. Thanksgiving what quite the affair. Danny dressed up in Clark’s old suit which barely fit him and grinned as Clark introduced his spitfire of a wife. Danny and Lois get along immediately, she’s a bit nosey but she tells the most embarrassing stories about Clark in the big city. Not long after thanksgiving a little green puppy showed up in the fields playing with the cows. Pa brought it in only for it to pounce on Danny who laughs yelling “CUJO!?!? How the heck did you find me?!” Cujo joins the farm, playing with the cows and chasing the chickens living his best afterlife. The farm is isolated so no one questions it, and then Christmas happened.

During Thanksgiving dinner Clark and the Kents made plans for Lois and Clark to come Christmas Eve morning so they could help with everything and stay the night. That was before they had a tiny green dog to worry about.

Danny did everything to try to get cujo to stay in the ghost zone, and he thought it worked. They greeted the couple and all was going well. Clark was doing dishes when he heard Danny’s heart rate spike and he nearly dropped a plate, scared he was having a heart attack. He turned around only to see Danny staring out the window as he turned back to see what he was looking at Danny yelled how he needed help getting ma and pa’s gift from the shop. It should be done by now but he doesn’t have a license and would Clark be willing to drive him, like right now, before the store closed.

Clark is confused but figures it’s because it’s Danny’s first Christmas with the family and he’s just nervous but as they are headed out the door Danny immediately shuts the door, turns around and yells oops I forgot I already picked up their gift, wanna see it it’s upstairs. Things go on like that for about 30 min before Danny just collapses in a chair and Clark pats him on the shoulder and says “I know” Danny pops up and shouts “you know! But ma said?!”

Clark laughs “don’t worry about it, they’re really bad at hiding gifts each year, they try to be sneaky but dad in particular isn’t very subtle after a few cups of eggnog. I can never find them, but I always know when they made it into the house.” Danny just stares for a minute before laughing “yeah, you’re right” the two of them share a good laugh before lois walks in with a VERY familiar green puppy in her arms and says “I think someone went a little overboard on the christmas decorating this year.” Clark’s staring because that dog doesn’t have a heart beat wtf. Danny has dropped his head into his hands and groans and Pa runs in, grabs Cujo and yells “I caught him Martha!”

Clark just continues to stare and asks “is anyone going to explain the dead dog?” Danny looks up

“Who said he was dead?” Clark stares at Danny, Danny stares at Clark, Lois glances between the two of them before shouting “For fucks sake he’s you brother, Danny I don’t know what you’ve got going on with glowing green, apparently dead dog, but Clark is an alien.” Clark shouts “Lois!” She gives him a LOOK and says “he’s you’re brother, eventually he was gonna find your space ship in the attic.” Clark concedes because Lois is usually right about these things and looks back at Danny “I think it’s your turn now” meanwhile Danny, who was a little star struck because his new brother is an alien from SPACE, shakes out of his shock and picks up cujo and says very nonchalantly “Oh yeah, I’m dead.” Both Clark and Lois stare before Lois responds.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”