#which isn’t like a LOT but it’s weird that it’s happened twice (and both times with disastrous consequences)

[campingwithmonsters]

girly convo…. I think they’re taking about birds…

[dooblewoop]

made a silly little cleric who’s a therapist in training except she cannot stop crying at everyone’s trauma

[sugarcoated-lame]

Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader

pre-outbreak joel x reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!

Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.

or

giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning

a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando 🤍 and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning 🫠 if i had a nickel for every time i’ve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing i’ve ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks!

wc: 2.8k

content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)

joel masterlist

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

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Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.

Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time — just sleep. It’s the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each other’s presence.

Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.

Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joel’s — well, now your — bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.

You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you — a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasn’t such a comfort to you.

Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous night’s activities — hot skin on hot skin.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night — all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you — of how goddamn good he makes you feel — has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick that’s building between your legs, though they’re unable to do so with Joel’s thick thigh slotted between them.

And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you can’t help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.

These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know he’s always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.

So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesn’t have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school — and you know it’s a couple hours before she’ll be waking up — and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.

Lifting your head from Joel’s chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.

You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.

He’s still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that he’s beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.

You continue to kiss across Joel’s strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.

He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.

With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joel’s body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.

From his Adam’s apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know he’s a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again — his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.

Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joel’s torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.

Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if he’s dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.

He’s quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though — breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.

You can’t help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.

“Morning, baby.” You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joel’s tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.

Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired ‘fuck’.

Now that he’s awake — just barely — you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know he’s fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.

Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. “Please, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name combined with Joel’s sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.

A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joel’s lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He’s long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.

He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joel’s mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.

You take your time, enjoying Joel’s quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.

When you’re about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition — the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good — the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck, m’sorry, baby.” Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.

You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks he’s a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.

You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.

“So good for me. Always so good for me.”

His morning voice is deep — deeper than normal — and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that you’re okay to keep going.

You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.

You know that Joel is getting close from the way he’s fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand that’s not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet — he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall — biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.

You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joel’s pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.

A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

“I’m— fuck!” He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation – he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.

Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and that’s what is his undoing.

You feel it when Joel’s whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You can’t help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.

He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up — though, only a bit — but it’s enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until you’re sure you’ve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time you’re done with him.

Until he’s reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joel’s entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.

You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.

It’s a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and he’d swear you’re an angel, still nestled between his thighs. You’re busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.

“Well good mornin’ to you too, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed — and up Joel’s body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.

His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so he’s now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.

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Thank you for reading!! x

[seungkw1]

car ride (again) — bsk

♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni]♡ wc: 0.8k ♡ warnings: car sex, unprotected piv sex (do not do this), dry humping, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, fingers in mouth, holding cum in pussy (is there a word for this?? idk), pet names (baby, pretty girl) ♡ a/n: if i had a nickel for every time boo seungkwan posted an insane ass photo of him in a car and i lost my mind and had to write a fic about it, i would have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. {part two to car ride}

Ever since you sucked your boyfriend’s cock in the backseat of the car while in the middle of a ride for the first time, you've wanted to do it again. One day, you finally have a long enough ride to do some fooling around - but perhaps you both take it a bit too far.

As soon as the car took off, Seungkwan was all over you. 

He had just returned from almost a week-long business trip. He got in very late last night, when you were already asleep - and you both had a commitment together the next morning. So, you hadn't had a chance for any quality time yet. 

“Come here, baby,” he speaks softly as he pulls you from your side of the backseat to his. He grabs your thigh, pulling you over onto his lap, facing him. He grabs your sides, caressing your ass as he draws you into an impassioned kiss. 

“I missed you,” you breathe into his mouth between kisses. 

“I missed you too, darling.”

His low, grumbly voice makes your stomach do a flip. He is incredibly turned on right now. 

“Let me make you feel good baby,” you whisper into his ear, grabbing his bulge through his trousers. You go to slide onto your knees, but he grips onto your hips, holding you in place. 

“Not today baby,” he tells you. “I’m gonna make my pretty girl feel good first.”

He reaches one hand around to your front, sliding his fingers beneath your skirt, finding your clit through your panties. You whimper at the light stimulation, immediately craving more - you begin to rock your hips back and forth upon his fingertips. You go slow, dragging out each motion with desperate moaning. He slips his fingers into your panties and into your wet cunt. You begin to ride his fingers - you feel your pussy instantly start to drip, coating his hand with your slick. He pulls them out of you far too soon - you whine, but he inserts his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, lapping up your own juices. You feel his cock beneath your clothed core, grown quite hard already. You start to grind against him, your clit pulsating at the sensation, feeling like you want to cum already. He retrieves his fingers from your mouth, sliding his palm around to clasp onto the back of your neck, pulling you into another deep kiss. Within mere minutes, the overwhelming stimulation overtakes your body - your orgasm pulses through you, causing you to let out a shamelessly loud series of moans. 

“S-Seungkwan,” you cry out, clinging to him tight as you ride out your high. He wriggles in the seat beneath you, clearly also very close to cumming. You breathe heavily, heart racing as you recover, your body slumped into his. 

“Baby,” he mumbles. “Wanna cum in your pretty little pussy.”

You shift back, sitting upon his quads as he hastily unbuckles his pants. His cock is straining, leaking with precum as he pulls it out of his underwear. Quickly he slides your panties over and pulls you forward, sitting your entrance upon his tip. You try to lower yourself slowly, but he slips right inside your soaking hole.

“Oh fuckkkkkk,” Seungkwan growls. You begin to ride him, slowly, causing his head to flop back against the headrest. 

“God, your pussy feels incredible,” he moans into your ear as he holds you tight against him. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up.”

As soon as the words depart his lips, you feel his cock pulsate as hot bursts of cum paint your insides. He groans, letting out a pathetic string of noises. After several more rough thrusts he grabs you by the waist, holding you down on his cock, finishing his last few spurts. The warm cum drips down his cock, making a sticky mess on the fabric of his underwear. 

He slowly lifts you off his length - you cry out at the sudden lack of fullness. He lays you down on the seat, your legs spread open showing off your cum-filled pussy. 

“So pretty,” he says, dragging his nails up your inner thigh, causing you to squirm. Suddenly, you feel the car decelerate, then come to a full stop. 

“Shit, we’re here already?” he grumbles, carefully tucking his cock back into his pants, making sure to avoid getting cum on on the crisp black outer fabric. 

“I have some tissues in my purse,” you inform him, starting to reach for the bag. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. He then reaches for your panties, pulling them back over your drenched cunt. 

“Actually, love,” he tells you, patting your throbbing clit, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “I need you to hold that in there for me. Don’t let a single drop out until we get home.” 

[falsecookiewithinthepeople]

If I had a coin for every time Wizard Cookie is headcanoned to be the child of Pure Vanilla ships (both Purelily and Shadowvanilla), I’d have like two coins. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Billy closes the cupboard and looks back into the living room. Lynn’s still watching the static intently, and Tawky’s still settled all neat and comfy in his lap, though Lynn’s eyes look a little–heavy, kinda? Like . . . maybe, anyway. 

Billy sneaks a peek at the clock and thinks–it is getting kinda late, probably. Like, not really for a teenager and not for him either, ‘cuz it’s not really safe to sleep on the street for too long–honestly it’s better to just take a couple naps during the day if he can, especially when the weather’s shitty–but definitely for a little kid who’s just gotten driven halfway across the Midwest to their brand-new foster home and met their new dad and uncle for the first time and also gotten their own room and been to a diner and a library and cooked dinner and all that stuff for the first time. 

Actually, yeah, probably that’d be a lot even for a teenager, Billy thinks. Not that he really knows, ‘cuz he doesn’t really know any teenagers all that well and hasn’t been one himself yet, but it seems like it would? 

He’d sleep for a week after all that if he could, he thinks. 

He definitely would. 

Billy doesn’t really know how to handle the idea of, um–bedtime, exactly? Like, with Lynn, he means. Billy has not actually had an actual “bedtime” since . . . uh . . . 

“Lights out” doesn’t really count, he can’t help feeling, so . . . yeah, it’s been . . . a while, definitely. 

. . . maybe he should’ve taken a minute to check those parenting books for bedtime tips earlier, he thinks. Like–newborn tips and teenager tips, and then just split the difference, maybe? 

That seems like it’d probably be a pain in the ass to figure out how to split, though. 

He guesses what he should do is just whatever works, which, like–yeah, obviously and all, but like . . . doing “whatever works” is kinda, like . . . well, kinda a trial and error thing? And Billy really doesn’t wanna accidentally wreck Lynn’s first night of sleep in the apartment, that just seems like a bad foot to start off on and all, but he doesn’t know if Lynn knows anything about how he sleeps yet–like, he’s four days old and Billy’s pretty sure the first night he was alive he just spent fighting his way out of Cadmus and everything, so how many times has he even slept at all yet? And did he even go to sleep on purpose anywhere or just, like, pass out ‘cuz he was exhausted? 

Billy probably should’ve asked Lynn about all that stuff before the other started getting sleepy. 

Shit. 

Lynn blinks a little heavier, his head nodding once. Stiffens his spine like a reflex, and then looks a little–confused, maybe, and blinks rapidly a couple of times. Tawky peers up at him in concern, then seems to realize it’s the sleepy thing and glances over to Billy, who isn’t sure what to do and bites his lip. Tawky tips his own head, and Billy thinks . . . well . . . okay, that’s probably a lot of questions for Lynn right now, when he’s already pretty sleepy, but– 

Lynn blinks again–twice–and then wobbles in his seat, kinda, and– 

A weird jolt of alarm and the speed of Mercury both happen at the exact same time, and half a second later Billy’s in the living room with Lynn all scooped up in his arms and Lynn’s breath hitching sharply, one of his arms pinning Tawky against his chest and the other pressed tight against Billy’s chest in, like–a really obvious startle reflex. 

. . . maybe that was a panic reaction, Billy thinks, wincing at himself. 

“Sorry,” he says, trying to repress a worse wince. “Um–reflex. Sorry.” 

“Uh,” Lynn says, his breath catching again and the hand he has against Billy’s chest tightening into a fist around the neckline of the nerdy try-hard button-down Mr. Rogers sweater the magic made for him. He’s staring kind of blankly at where his fist’s clutching the sweater. “. . . ‘reflex’?” 

“Oh,” Billy says, then reddens a little in embarrassment. Yeah. Definitely that was a panic reaction. “Um–you looked like you were gonna fall, maybe, so–um, I know you’re invulnerable so maybe that sounds dumb, just I thought, like–I didn’t want you to fall?” 

“. . . uh,” Lynn says, and blinks real slow again. 

“Sorry,” Billy apologizes, trying to figure out if it’s more awkward to keep holding Lynn or to put him down without making sure it was just that he was nodding off and not, like, anything actually serious or anything. He got punched a lot of times by a guy with berserker super-strength just a few days ago, and that’s probably long enough that Lynn’s fine, but also Lynn’s only been alive a few days, so maybe like–what if he’s not actually fine, or–“Um–were you falling asleep?” 

“. . . I don’t know,” Lynn says, still staring blankly at his fist, or maybe at Billy’s sweater, or . . . who knows, really. “I don’t know what it feels like.” 

“. . . have you slept yet?” Billy asks with a worried frown. 

“I slept for four months,” Lynn says stiffly. He doesn’t lift his head at all. . 

Billy can maybe understand Lynn not wanting to sleep after spending so much time kept asleep and getting lied to all the time and not feeling anything real–like, that might be really scary, trying to sleep after that kind of thing, because maybe you’d wake up and it wouldn’t have been real either and– 

Yeah, Billy can definitely understand not wanting to sleep after that.

[banana-can-do-art]

If I had a nickel for every time a character in a visual novel was teased for being extremely petite and and was also super angry about both that and other things only for the player to find out later that they’re not being fed enough by their very questionable parents and that’s why they’re like that, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[blue-jisungs]

Hiii! Can I request going to haunted houses (it could also be watching horror movies) with the wishes?

going to a haunted house with them ♡

# author’s note … i don’t fw w horror stuff but i love wishies so i RAN to write it ‼️ also taking that into account…. if i had a nickel everytime i wrote a horror themed thing, i would have 3 nickles. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened thrice ☝️ ( enha & skz )

also i was a lil stuck so thank u @slytherinshua for ur help (as always mwah love u<3)

┆彡 SION [ 시온 ]

he’d deffo get scared 😔☝️

but his leader instincts would kick in and he could be more or less able to predict some of the scares

deffo squeals 😔

squeezed your hand like there’s no tomorrow

but does try to protect u too, walking in front of u or trying to enter rooms first

(once or twice he smacked an actor that was abt to scare u shhhhh)

will not hesitate to carry u on his back of u can’t go further:(

can’t stop laughing afterwards tho, both at his and urs reaction

would do it again thinking he won’t be that scared but um,,,, yeah honey whatever helps you sleep at night ❤️

┆彡 RIKU [ 前田 陸 ]

and when i say he’s the one to get scared the mostt ⁉️

he’d just yell like, at all times

"hey, ri–" *screams*

LIKE 😭

YOU need to comfort HIM

which is fine but a little funny since he was bragging to defend you inside. yeah. how the turn tables.

he squeezes your hand so hard you’re scared it’ll fall off

at one point he closed his eyes and just lets you lead him 🥲

and when you walk him out, u just pepper his face in kisses to calm him down

and obv riku calms immediately and regains senses just to pull you in a normal, passionate kiss

and when you tease him that he’s a 'scaredy cat' he is HAPPY bc his cat agenda is working ‼️

┆彡 YUSHI [ 得能勇志 ]

i feel like yushi would be top of the fearless members

(pampampampam im fearless ha!~~~)

he does get startled and you can feel his body flinch but he’s not letting out any noises

but mans truly jumps like you can feel his body jerk

but he checks up on you all the time, worried

deffo tells you to squeeze his hand if you’re scared or need a break

and if you do, he won’t hesitate to hug you ☹️☹️☹️

afterwards he kisses your forehead and tells you how proud he is n how brave you were

┆彡 JAEHEE [ 재희 ]

pookie:(

he would deffo be scared but not very very much?

will occasionally let out a scream or yelp

or cling to you

but on the other hand he’ll also walk in front of u n try to protect u:(

he’s also kinda blocking the view so u don’t event see some scary things:(

and he strikes me as a type of someone who’s try to fight the props LMAOSJSJNS

holds your hand for the whole time 🥹

deffo drags you to eat something yummy afterwards as a reward for surviving ‼️

┆彡 RYO [ 廣瀬遼 ]

oh this mf 😭

he’s not scared AND will scare you bc he’s just such a brat like that

good luck surviving babes

he’s just so mean he’ll literally do the actors’ job.

poking n scaring you, giggling at every noise that escapes your lips

whereas he’s literally unfazed 😭 bc he’s just… not scared ?? n like he’s kinda predict what will happen so he’s just ready

will definitely tease you WEEKS after like

boy shut up👎👎👎

but once you survive the haunting house he’s deffo buying you tons of snacks

esp if he sees that you’re shaking or teary eyed:(

he’s an asshole but he can be sweet okay!!! will comfort you as much as you need and only when he sees that you’re fine,, then the teasing starts

┆彡 SAKUYA [ 藤永咲哉 ]

the loudest actually but he’s so cute with it (like with everything he does actually…)

squeaks like a squirrel i’m so sorry but that’s just so adorable

has an existential crisis bc he wants to protect you … and also use u as a shield.

for sure talks both of you through it

"they’re paid to do this… this isn’t real… we’re not scared… we’re getting break afterwards…"

his hands are on you all the time like there’s no way he’s letting go

literally falls to his knees n kisses the ground once you’re out 😭😭😭

i love this goofball sm bye

"see that was easy! :D" says with pure terror in his eyes, heart still beating like crazy.

yeah… right, saku…

there’s no amount of bread it would take him to do that again ❌

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[lamelarts]

Welcome back my friend, skrrrr! 💜💜

If i had a nickel for every time i see a wolverine ahh purple hair character, i would have two.

Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

So yeah a quick lil art of them was drew jdjdjdj Like how they r both related to JD as well one is a member from Big Bang that has a song Bang Bang Bang and the other is in a song Bang Bang! 🙏 Ubisoft r u onto sth hmmmmm/j lol

[impishjesters]

Hello it's me again 🤞🏻 do ya think you can do Jax with a so who is like demon/angel who depending on what their doing they change into demon/angel or a mix of both?

Jax with a demon/angel s/o

warning(s): insults (affectionately?), insults (not affectionately) note(s): The non-affectionate insult is someone else, it's not intended to be anyone in specific, though it's not really an insult in my opinion I figured it was fair warning. (I kind of just wanted the situation itself that came with it.) A/N: Ooo nice, its giving Sun/Moon from FNAF, I like that ;D

Jax thinks both appearances are cute (which isn’t saying much, he claims a lot of stuff is cute but at least this sounds more genuine)

It also gives him twice the ammo for pet/nicknames.

“Well, would you look at that? Angels do exist, unfortunate that they look like you though.” (relationship or not, you are not spared, but it’s got less venom than his usual cracks)

“You look like you crawled right outta hell, rough night?” (how flattering Jaxy)

He likes to see what causes you to switch between the two.

So far, being grossly nice to everyone (including him), and kind acts like helping the gang of idiots (yes, including him) usually result in the more angelic-like form.

Partaking in pranks with him or other nefarious things usually results in a more demonic-like form.

However, he is curious if that’s unintentional or something you are willing to choose to do.

Like was that just some weird part of your character in here, or something you consciously could change and it just so happened to be very on-brand?

What does throw him off is that weird hybrid of the two that has popped up on occasion. It’s a little weird to look at but it’s… cool, he guesses.

Jax has stated that if the two of you could dress up for Halloween, he’d wanna be the angel. Which is hilarious because that is the absolute last fuckin thing he is.

If you say that he’ll give you a shit-eating grin and say something like “What are you talking about? I’m as innocent as an angel.”

“If an angel crawled out of hell, sure.”

Out of curiosity, he’s definitely tried to remove your halo from your person to see if it’s permanently attached or not.

If it is he’ll only slightly flinch at the yelp you let out, but if it’s not attached you bet your sweet ass he’ll be plucking it away at random times and probably wearing it like a bracelet.

Which honestly is kind of cute if you think about it, he’s got a little piece of you with him if you’re actually able to part with it.

On top of that, you can definitely annoy him by playing ring toss with his ears. He’ll make it more difficult by moving them at angles that make it harder for the halo to catch.

One time he forgot all about the halo dangling on his ear and someone thought it’d be funny to ask him “what that stupid thing on his ear” was.

He’s annoyed because he was damn well sure he threw the thing back at you. But now he’s also more annoyed that someone brought you into this and called your halo dumb. (they didn’t call it dumb he’s overreacting)

Though realistically he doesn’t care about your halo, he’s just annoyed someone called any part of you dumb (again, nobody said that sweetie), even if it was true—ahem, said affectionately, he’s the only one allowed to call you dumb (affectionately)

In retaliation to subjecting him to the ring toss games, if you have a tail or something as a demon he’ll intentionally step on it. (not often though)

On the topic of tails, he’ll occasionally play with it, though if you have full control of it you’ve definitely tripped him up a couple of times.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 37

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 34, part 35, part 36

The house is quiet when Dustin wakes up. Which isn’t unusual here. With how big the house is, and how little people lived in it, it was always somewhat quiet. But there were more people here than normal, so he was expecting it to be louder.

They must all still be asleep.

He wanders out of the guest bedroom that he claimed for when he stayed over. Down the hall to the guest bathroom. Hearing the gentle snores from Steve’s bedroom. Letting Dustin know that he’s still there.

Wayne bumps into him when Dustin leaves the bathroom. Softly apologizing before shutting the door. The shower starting to run.

Dustin goes to the kitchen. Thinking he could eat some of the cereal that he likes but his mom doesn’t buy that much. A box of it always in Steve’s pantry.

The kitchen’s not empty when Dustin walks in. Nancy sitting at the island, drinking coffee while reading a book.

“I didn’t know you were still here,” he says. Digging through the pantry to find the cereal.

“Me and Robin stayed over last night.”

Dustin’s used to Nancy being a part of his life. He was his best friend’s sister, after all. But that was like a completely different section. Tied to certain places in his life. This was the different sect of his life. Steve and Robin, until spring break, were one half. The party was the other. Now they seem to be coming together a lot more.

Not that he’s complaining. He likes it when the people he loves get along. Act as one big group instead of tiny separate ones. It takes some getting used to.

Robin comes down the stairs when the cereal in Dustin’s bowl gets soggy. Immediately beelining for the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. Making it to her liking. Not saying anything until half of it’s drained.

“The fact that you look that good this early in the morning should be a crime,” she says toward Nancy’s direction.

Nancy who was completely dressed, hair pulled back with some clips. Carefully composed like she always is. While Robin stands in what Dustin’s sure is one of Steve’s old t-shirts and a pair of shorts with the drawstring taken out. Hair tangled and puffy.

“Not my fault you are the worst morning person.”

The minute those words are said, Wayne comes down the stairs, gets himself a cup of coffee, and immediately walks back out again. Nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgement.

“I can’t be worse than that,” Robin jokes.  

Robin sets her coffee down, going to root around in the pantry before emerging with a pack of strawberry pop-tarts.

“You are not.” Nancy finishes her coffee. Going over to the sink to wash out the mug. “Is Steve still asleep, he’s normally up by now.”

“He was when I left,” Robin mutters over a mouthful of a pop-tart. Too impatient to wait for them both to be toasted. One in the toaster while she eats the other one dry.

Dustin’s stopped questioning why Robin and Steve share a bed sometimes a long time ago. They have some weird friendship that he will never understand.

“I saw him take some migraine pills last night,” she continues. “I think another big one is coming.”

Nancy sighs. “It has been like a month since the last one.”

“Yeah, I just thought it would start getting better again. Like last time.”

“Well last time he wasn’t strangled twice and had to get a blood transfusion.”

Dustin doesn’t always know what’s going on with Steve’s health. Always kept in the dark for longer than he should. Definitely longer than he wants to be. It was something, if he had the direct control over, he would learn about immediately. So he could track it. Know when to chill down and ask someone else for a ride.

But instead, he’s none the wiser about Steve’s migraines. Always missing “the big one” that apparently happens every month. Because no one ever tells him about it until Steve is MIA for a few days. Called off work to sit in his bedroom, alone. No one but Robin coming over to make sure that he doesn’t die.

Which sure, that one makes sense, he guesses. Who else, other than Robin, would do that? Or who would Steve feel comfortable with doing that?

It would just make Dustin feel better if he knew about them. So he wasn’t so out of loop. He wasn’t some dumb kid anymore who saw Steve as this badass figure higher than everyone else. He knew that there were debilitating cracks under the surface. Knows that sometimes, Steve can’t be the one to fight.

And that was ok. Someone else could take the load for a while. Watch over everyone. It didn’t need to just be Steve’s job. It could be someone else’s job for a while.

A door creaks open down the hall. Thuds of crutches echoing through. Before a second door opens and shuts.

Eddie was awake. Out of the hospital. Here. It still didn’t feel real.

Dustin finally gets up to pour the tinted milk down the drain and wash out his bowl. Adding it to the dish rack, but not leaving the kitchen. Waiting to see Eddie. Proof that he’s really here.

A few minutes later, Eddie comes down the hall. Wincing slightly with every step. “Morning,” he says with a grunt. Sliding onto one of the barstools.

“Morning,” Nancy replies. “Can I get you anything?”

“Coffee,” Eddie says almost immediately. “And probably some water, so I can take my meds. Has Wayne been down yet, I’m pretty sure he still has all of them.”

Nancy sets a cup of coffee in front of Eddie. With a small container of sugar and the creamer.

“I can go ask him,” Dustin suggests. Happy to help. Already moving out of the kitchen before anyone can stop him.

Lucky for him, Wayne isn’t hard to find. Halfway down the stairs in different clothes. “You need something?”

“Yeah, Eddie was looking for his meds.”

Wayne nods, turning around and heading back up the stairs. He comes back down with a few brown paper bags, each one with a different slip of paper stapled to the outside. They walk back to the kitchen.

“You need to eat something before you take these,” Wayne cuts to the chase. “Coffee won’t cut it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Hands shaking slightly as lifts the mug to his lips. “What do you have?” he asks in the direction of Nancy and Robin.

“Pop-tarts, cereal, I think some bagels, if not that then toast, fancy jams,” Robin rattles off, the list getting longer.

“Some toast is fine.”

Robin nods. Grabbing some bread from the bag on the counter and popping it in the toaster.

Steve finally makes his way downstairs. Dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. He looks miserable. He bypasses the group of people in his kitchen, heading straight to the cabinet for a glass. Filling it with water and pulling a pill bottle from his pocket.

Robin gets close to him. Bumping her shoulder against his. Steve shakes his head, slowly. She nods and goes to close the kitchen blinds.

Eddie stares at Steve like he isn’t allowed to look. A mix of concern and confusion in his expression. Only interrupted when Nancy slides the plate of toast to him, asking if he wanted anything on it.

“Robin said there were fancy jams?”

Something reminiscent of a scoff comes from Steve. “They’re not that fancy,” he slurs.

Robin snorts. “It’s not generic. Therefore fancy.”

Nancy pulls out a raspberry jam from the fridge. “My family uses the same kind. It’s not fancy.”

Everyone keeps looking over at Steve. Waiting for him to move. He just stands there, white knuckling the countertop. Robin tries to touch his arm, but he shrugs it off.

“Give it a second,” he mutters under his breath.

She nods again. Pulling more bread out of the bag and sticking it in the toaster. The setting lighter than he normally likes it.

The only sound that happens in the next few minutes is the slight crunch of Eddie eating, and the pop of the toaster. Robin gets some butter out of the fridge and puts some on each slice. Careful not to rip through the pieces.

With a deep exhale, Steve turns around. Leaning against the counter behind him and grabbing the plate she hands him. Ripping apart the toast into small bites.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks Eddie.

Eddie looks surprised that he asked him anything. “Good. Much better than a hospital bed. Bigger too, that was nice.”

“Sorry I didn’t have anything better for breakfast. I was planning on making something, but-.” He trails off. The obvious staying unsaid.

“That’s fine. I don’t eat much in the morning’s anyway.”

Steve nods. Placing his plate on the counter. About a half a slice of the toast left. “I won’t be around that much to help you get settled in. I was supposed to close tonight, but I’ll probably end up calling out.”

“If you’re about to apologize for that, don’t.” Eddie stares at Steve with an expression that Dustin can’t quite read. “You don’t have to apologize for things that aren’t your fault.”

Steve pauses. Taking a second to stop himself, reset what he was going to say. “If you need anything, Rob should know where it is. And if not, I’ll just be in my room.”

All Eddie does is reply with a small nod. Then Steve is walking out of the kitchen with Robin in tow.

(i forgot to post yesterday because i got fixated on a new knitting project, no joke i worked on it for like six hours straight)

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[steddiealltheway]

Part Five of Six of Meddling ;) Part One. Two. Three. Four. Ao3 Link.

The whole ride home, Steve holds Eddie’s hand and keeps muffling his laughter whenever Eddie catches him staring. They’re definitely not acting their age, but love does crazy things to Steve. 

He eventually gets a bit distracted when they all start arguing about what movie they should watch that night. They settle on letting whoever plays the most convincing part in the trail run dinner pick the movie. 

When they get to the parking lot, Robin and Nancy tell them to go up first, so they can pretend that Robin is going downstairs to get Veronica and bring her up. 

Steve races up the stairs with Eddie and shouts, “I vote they walk in on us making out!” 

Eddie cackles. 

Honestly, Steve doesn’t want to pick the movie, but he is going to pretend as hard as he can that he wants to. 

He drops his keys twice in excitement, and Eddie ends up picking them up, saying, “Let me do it.” Which results in way more time lost until Steve finally points out the right key and they get in the door. 

Eddie looks back at it and asks, “Steve, do you remember anyone locking that?” 

He doesn’t. He glances around and sees that everything is fine and in place and shrugs. “Not important,” Steve declares. “Kiss me.” 

Eddie laughs and fulfills Steve’s request. Laughing as they clumsily make their way to the couch while refusing to keep their lips off each other to scar Robin and Nancy forever for making them go through with this plan. 

Before they can appear in a terribly compromising position, the door swings open. 

“Oh, gross! This is not how I wanted you to meet my girlfriend,” Robin shrieks. 

Nancy glances at her in confusion. “We’re not actually doing this right now, right?” 

Strike one for Wheeler. No more movie choice privileges. 

Eddie gets up from the couch and slings his arm around Steve to drag him to the door. He holds his hand out to Nancy. “Eddie Munson, Steve’s wonderful boyfriend you’ve heard all about.” 

Nancy shakes his hand and turns to Steve. “And you must be Steve.” 

Steve just smiles and nods, trying not to show how damn weird this all feels. It’s like he entered some sort of improv club or something. Now that he thinks about it... Robin and Eddie both did theatre in high school... 

Steve raises his hands to make a “T” shape. “Time out,” he calls. “I-I forgot to change into the sweater-” 

“Which is non-negotiable,” Eddie interjects with a smile. 

“Why don’t we just move to the table and have Nancy drill us with questions next? I really don’t want to act out all these introductions to the point that we start miming eating food or something.” 

Robin crosses her arms and glares at Steve. “Fine, but I’m adding a tally to revoke movie picking privileges!” 

Steve waves her off as he hurries to his room. He closes the door behind him and takes a second to breathe. Today has been... a lot. And it’s going to be a lot more when Steve finally sucks it up and drags Eddie to his room to talk about what’s going on between them. 

First, he just has to go through the motions of being Eddie’s boyfriend. Which isn’t too hard. And definitely not something he dreads. But he wants the whole charade to be up so it can finally be real. 

He tugs the sweater on, thankful that he left it on his bed when he realizes... he and Eddie didn’t change a single time they went out. In fact, their clothes are still in the trunk with their prizes. 

Luckily, if this goes as well as Steve expects, they can take several new pictures on their real dates together to show Veronica. Or maybe she’ll overlook that they happened to wear the same outfits to the fair and lunch out. 

Either way, he’s going to be happy to show off his boyfriend to someone, so much so that he almost looks forward to meeting her now. 

There’s a knock on his door. 

Steve opens it quickly and smiles at Eddie on the other side. But his smile fades quickly when he sees the look on Eddie’s face. “Everything okay?” Steve asks tentatively. What could’ve happened in the small amount of time he was gone? 

Eddie nods but doesn’t even look at him. Just hands him his phone and says, “I forgot I had this.” 

“Thanks,” Steve says as he takes it and pockets it. He leans against his doorframe. “Seriously, Eddie, did something happen?” 

Eddie looks at the ground and shakes his head. He looks Steve in the eye and gives him a tight smile. “Nah, man. Let’s just get this over with.” 

Get this over with? Since when is Eddie so put out by the idea of fake dating him? 

Steve follows Eddie to the table and puts an arm around him as they sit down, but Eddie tenses up. So, he moves his arm slightly back to rest on the chair instead. He tries to catch Eddie’s attention by staring at him, but he won’t spare Steve a single glance. 

Nancy looks back and forth between the two and narrows her eyes, seeing something is off but not confronting it. “Are you two ready for the questions?” she asks. 

Steve looks at Eddie who quickly nods, so he nods as well. They need to get this over with quickly so they can talk.  

“Great. So, how did you two meet?” 

“Steve, do you want to take this one?” Eddie asks, fidgeting with his rings. 

“Yeah,” Steve replies without thought because he’d do anything for Eddie. He pauses to think a moment and smiles at the memory. “We met in a bar. I went because the girl I was with recommended it. But then, I saw Eddie performing during their open mic night, and I just couldn’t look away. I introduced myself to him as soon as I could, and we hit it off immediately. In fact, it wasn’t long before we both realized that we knew Dustin, our younger friend who had been trying to get me to meet Eddie for months before that moment. And it just all kind of felt like fate.” 

Robin shares a look with Steve. He knows that she remembers the exact night that he had met Eddie because he had gushed about him as soon as he got home. Robin had confronted him about the obvious crush Steve had on him, but he brushed it off because he didn’t want Dustin to kill him. Plus, he hadn’t felt that way after meeting anyone for the first time before, and he didn’t know what to make of it. 

“Dustin almost killed us when he found out we had met without him being there,” Eddie adds emotionless, still fidgeting with his rings while staring off into space. “We both called it fate so he couldn’t argue with us.” 

“That’s sweet,” Nancy coos as if she’s actually hearing all of this for the first time which... maybe she is. Steve had only reconnected with her about two years ago, and after he introduced her to Robin, she just kind of stuck around. He’s not sure if anyone filled her in on how Eddie became a part of the original trio. “Now, tell me when you first knew you were in love.” 

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie mutters and runs a hand over his face. 

Steve puts a comforting hand on his thigh and takes the question again, hoping it’ll be the last one, “It hit me way later than it should’ve. I always knew it was there deep down, but then it randomly came out when I was talking to Robin.” He is not supposed to be telling the truth right now. 

Eddie’s hand slides down to hit the table a little too harshly which causes everyone to jump. “Do you really want to know when I fell in love with Steve?” He leans forward on the table toward the girls as if he’s about to launch into a campaign with fantastical, unbelievable stories. And that’s exactly what Steve thinks when Eddie says, “For me, it was love at first sight.” 

Steve swallows hard as he waits for the rest of the tale to come together. 

“As soon as I saw him, I thought he was too good to be true. He was kind, hot, funny, and he noticed me. And no one’s really done that before. So, I thought, this is it, this is the one,” Eddie leans back and laughs. “Then then bimbo Barbie came into the picture, and I realized I wasn’t enough for him. But then, she was seemingly gone, and I fell even harder because Steve’s Steve, you know? And you can’t help but fall in love with him. But bam. Another girl pops up. Then a guy. And a girl, and a guy, and a guy, and a girl, and a they, and a them, and. Bam!” 

Once again, everyone startles as Eddie slams his hands down on the table. 

“There’s little ol’ me. Pining from afar knowing that my dreams of having Steve will never come true,” he finishes with a humorless laugh and throws out his arms. “So, there you have it. I’ve been in love with him for as long as I’ve known him.” 

The room stays silent for a few moments. 

Everything is wrong. Everything is off. 

Eddie isn’t looking at him still, and Steve doesn’t know what he managed to do to mess things up already. This is why he never wanted to get involved. He didn’t want to end up in this. 

“So, when did you two get together?” Robin questions this time, awkwardly breaking the tense silence. 

“Two years ago,” Steve answers quietly.  

And this is what really sets things off for Eddie. He stands up and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Robin, but I can’t do this.” 

No one has time to respond before Eddie is already out the door. 

Nancy and Robin turn to Steve with accusatory looks as soon as the door slams shut. 

“I don’t know what I did!” Steve yells before they can accuse him of anything. “I don’t know what I did,” he says again as he puts his head in his hands. 

What did he do? 

“Steve, what did Eddie say to you earlier after you changed into the sweater? Everything seemed to shift after that,” Nancy says. 

He digs in his memory. “I don’t know. He was in a weird mood as soon as I opened the door. He just handed me my phone and lied about being okay. Shit, I should’ve pulled him aside at literally any point today to-”

“Wait,” Robin says. Nancy and Steve both look at her as she pauses in thought. Steve’s about to tell her to just spit it out when she finally asks, “Steve, did you look at your phone when Eddie handed it to you?” 

Steve shrugs. “I don’t think so.” 

Nancy’s face lights up in realization. “And you don’t have any of your notifications hidden, so Eddie may have seen something before he gave it to you.” 

Oh, shit. Steve hurries to dig his phone out of his pocket and puts it flat on the table so everyone can see it. As soon as he taps the screen, they all see the problem. 

Jordan 

I miss you xoxo. Come over soon so you can help me break in the new mattress babylove ;)  

Robin gags. “Who the hell uses babylove?” 

Nancy shrugs. “I think it’s kinda cute.” 

Steve ignores them as he runs a hand through his hair. This isn’t good. This really isn’t good. Shit, and they just had the conversation asking if they were seeing anyone, and Eddie probably thinks he lied to him. Shit. 

“Who’s Jordan?” Robin asks suddenly. 

Steve groans. “The girl I hooked up with three weeks ago.” 

“The reason you kicked me out of the apartment??” Robin yells. 

Steve groans again. This cannot be happening to him. 

“Come on,” Nancy says with a laugh, “That whole situation is literally the reason we got together, babylove.” 

Robin flushes red and says, “I can slightly see the appeal, but that’s only because this is very new and-” 

“Wait, what?” Steve asks. What the hell is happening? 

Robin gives him a really guilty look and bursts out, “I was trying to tell you earlier today at the fair! I’ve felt so bad about this whole plan and lying to you, but I didn’t want to tell you until Nancy and I put a label on things and-” 

“So, who is Veronica?” Steve asks slowly. 

Nancy answers hesitantly, “Someone we made up so we could go through with this plan of trying to get you and Eddie together. Honestly, we didn’t think things would blow up between you guys, and we certainly didn’t think we’d end up dating each other because of this.” 

“You’re dating??” Steve asks, hearing the pitch and volume of his voice go up. 

“Nancy asked me to be her girlfriend during lunch today. That’s why I was rambling so much in the car.” 

It all hits Steve, and suddenly everything makes sense. 

He puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath. “I’m really happy for you guys, but I’m just as equally pissed at you guys.” 

“Yeah, that’s understandable,” Nancy replies with an apologetic smile. 

“We’ll talk about all this later, but right now, I need to find Eddie. Do either of you know where the hell he could be?” Steve asks. 

“His apartment?” Robin supplies. 

Nancy shrugs then her eyes get wide. “Steve, you and Eddie share each other’s location right?” 

“Yeah, why?” Steve asks. Nancy sighs and gestures to his phone. Oh. OH. “Nancy, you’re a genius, but I still hate you both.” 

“Just go get your man,” Robin says with a laugh as she shoves him out the door. 

“I’ll try!” Steve says. 

And after all their meddling, he hopes that he’ll somehow still be able to. 

Part six

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[fetchen]

skye riley? more like GAY riley- an analysis

so, i’m a very hyperfixated autistic lesbian with a weird gender and that definitely influenced how i thought of and perceived skye’s dialogue and actions as a character. regardless, i feel like my analysis is pretty okay. i’ve spent at least the past month thinking about smile 2 and i never miss a chance to drive home how important it is that a character can be read as queer in a canonical sense. maybe this is just me being that one friend that too woke but that is what i do best! i want to talk about it. :3

i think the people i’ve seen drawing and talking about skye in a more “queer” way are mostly just…headcanoning with no reason behind it. now, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that at all. it’s a thing i do pretty often. there is, after all, a beautiful kind of fun in being able to see yourself or your community in a character you love. with this analysis, what i want to do is give some insight as to why i personally have taken to the idea of skye riley as a queer coded character. i want to take note of skye’s traits, dialogue, inspirations, etc. i want to show that media can be interpreted in different ways and that my own interpretation is just one of many that can be seen in skye riley and smile 2 as a whole. here, i’m giving my headcanons reasons- citing my sources, i guess. so here’s what’s up.

to start with, the most obvious example, i would say, of skye’s queerness is her relationship with the character named gemma, her ex-best friend. to me, their relationship is just like…super gay. there’s really no other way to describe it. gemma is the person that’s emotionally closest to skye throughout the entire movie. skye values her relationship with gemma over her relationships with quite literally anyone and everyone else. skye has no pictures of herself with anyone else but gemma in her apartment, she has no other contacts with an emoji in their name (excluding those for business reasons), and she feels incredibly comfortable hugging and kissing gemma; things that all may seem small but, really, show how close skye considers gemma to be. she doesn’t give anyone the grace or consideration she gives gemma. skye hurts the most when she realises that the gemma she’d been interacting with wasn’t real. she wants gemma back in her life more than anyone else she’d lost. she cares about gemma the most, she thinks about gemma the most, and she loves gemma the most. skye doesn’t show any desire to have paul, her dead ex-boyfriend, back in her life. no- she only shows guilt over the car crash that she caused and that killed him. in all of her interactions with paul, at least with the visions of him she has in her head, she doesn’t like him, let alone love him. she had no passion nor intimacy with him and the movie is clear about that. she doesn’t want him back, she just wishes what happened hadn’t happened. she just feels an immense amount of guilt over her actions that night. truly, we see that she pays very little attention to the men in her life which is a mindset i think a lot of lesbians (including myself) have.

not only that but gemma and paul have some parallels as well. i don’t think many people notice how gemma and paul both haunt the narrative of the movie- meaning that they themselves are barely present but they have quite a large effect on the story and/or the story’s characters. skye lost gemma and paul at similar times- in fact, skye’s falling out with gemma occurred only around two weeks before the car crash that killed paul. both gemma and paul were people that skye kept close to her and they were also people that skye hadn’t seen in at least a year during the time when the movie took place. let’s not forget that the gemma we see skye interact with in the movie isn’t real. we only see the real gemma having a real interaction with skye once- twice if you count their text messages. i cannot hammer it in enough that the gemma we see in the movie is not real. and once you really understand that, you also begin to understand the difference between how skye viewed gemma and how skye viewed paul. now. the curse uses skye’s grief against her, generating hallucinations of both paul and gemma to manipulate her. what’s the difference between these two hallucinations? only one speaks. when skye begins to see paul, she sees him bloodied and bruised, a reminder of his death. but he remains silent. the entity doesn’t bother trying to give skye hope when it comes to paul. but when it comes to gemma…it’s a much different story. the fake gemma is more than skye’s memories of their fight. the fake gemma is made up of skye’s memories and thoughts about gemma as a whole. the fake gemma speaks directly to skye and gives her everything she wants. it makes skye think that gemma has forgiven her with no questions asked and that gemma believes skye when she says that something isn’t right. given that the entity is like a parasite, relying on only its hosts thoughts, emotions, and memories to generate these hallucinations, what we can gather from fake gemma vs. fake paul is that, ultimately, skye valued her relationship with gemma far more than she did her relationship with paul. in the present, she told the fake gemma that she loved her and meant it about the real gemma. in the past, she’d told the real paul that she hated him and meant it about the real paul. i find it telling that the movie chooses to show us the ways in which gemma is similar to paul, someone skye supposedly loved romantically, and when we see the ways they’re different in their relationship with skye, we see that it’s mainly about how much more willing skye was to love gemma the way she was supposed to have loved paul.

furthermore, she’s also surprisingly gender non conforming in a sense. in the movie, it’s not as obvious as her disregard for men but in my opinion, it’s shown through her costuming and some of her dialogue. to me, her most interesting line in this case is what she says after she finds her dressing room trashed. she argues with her mom and says, “i am not in the headspace to put on a fucking dress and play dancing monkey in front of a room full of strangers!” and i’ve not really seen anyone talk about this line even though i think it’s actually very telling about how skye perceives her own identity. consider what it means to skye to “play dancing monkey.” using what we know about her, i would say that playing dancing monkey means being inauthentic solely to entertain others, something that skye finds stifling. she does not want to be used. with her wording, she compares herself to an animal. now, i think that’s something of a different conversation but the takeaway in this case is that skye does not want to be someone she’s not or do things she hates in order to please others. and what is it that she specifically says here? that she’s not in the headspace to put on a dress and play dancing monkey. and so, i want to point out that she specifically says that she has to be in the right headspace to put on a dress- that is, to perform femininity and to be a spectacle. this line shows us that femininity is not generally something skye enjoys expressing for herself. rather, it’s something she has to psych herself up for and that doesn’t come incredibly naturally to her. and that brings me to what does seem to come naturally to skye.

when skye has control over her own image- that is, her own makeup, her hair, and her outfits, she often chooses to dress in clothes that give her a bulkier silhouette and are less form-fitting. she chooses to wear little to no makeup. there’s never a moment when skye chooses to wear a dress or wear noticeable makeup if she’s not under scrutiny. she chooses to be androgynous and with that one line we looked at earlier, we see that it’s about more than just physical comfort.

i also want to talk about one of her most glaring traits that indicate her queer gender identity: her hair. i’ve seen other people talk about skye hypothetically liking women and one of the main responses i’ve seen was “just because her hair is short?” combined with a type of facetious tone. and while i’ve surprisingly never had that response to my endless weird gender skyeposting, i want to say that yeah, skye’s hair is part of her queerness…but not in the way you might think. no, i don’t think that skye is gay because she has short hair. but…i do think her hair is part of a queer reading of skye as a character. hair is kind of a big thing in this movie. skye goes through a big hair transformation: from long and black to short and blonde. skye tugs at her hair when she’s anxious and as her anxiety worsens, she pulls more and more of it out. hair is important. and in the cultural context of the movie’s production, skye being a woman with short hair is kind of just…inherently queer. by cutting her hair short, skye defies a patriarchal beauty standard. by that metric, skye inherently becomes a little bit more queer. as far as we know, skye wasn’t told by anyone to cut her hair short. she very well could have kept it much longer but she didn’t. she chose to go through with this radical change. so not only is the cutting of hair typically symbolic of letting go, something skye was desperate to do, but her new hairstyle can also be seen as her effort to be a little more masculine while keeping her safe enough to not arouse any real suspicion.

so no. i don’t think skye having short hair makes her gay but i do think that her hair being short is definitely supplemental to her being read as queer.

it’s also not at all lost on me how common it is for queer celebrities to struggle with their sexuality/gender identity, how common it is for there to be stories about it, and how often closeted queer celebrities turn to poor coping mechanisms like drug abuse. skye’s character and story is so deeply rooted in the pressures of the music industry and how they can affect a person. her struggle with inauthenticity and feeling stifled by an image she’s been forced into but doesn’t enjoy is one that a lot of queer people know and can relate to heavily. while i’m sure smile 2 wasn’t written with a queer skye riley in mind, skye’s story and its themes can surely feel so familiar to queer fans. not only that but a very important part of skye’s character is the fact that she feels that there is something deeply wrong with her. she’s surrounded by people who don’t see her, don’t understand her, and make no effort to do so which leads to her always feeling out of place and like she is broken on a fundamental level. she has nobody on her side and, as a queer person in a cisheteronormative society, that is often how it feels when you have no support system. skye is a person who is under constant scrutiny and pressure to conform to what the people around her want from her without considering what she might want for herself. she goes on a short rant in which she essentially calls herself a “deeply broken person” and expresses that she’d thought success would fix the things that were wrong with her before coming to find that that just wasn’t the case. and guess what: so many celebrities who came out later in life express feelings of entrapment by their industry. so many queer people express feelings of somehow being “wrong” just for existing as queer. i know that as a queer person that struggles with mental illness, i feel incredibly seen by the character of skye riley. i feel like that’s the best part.

i would say, broadly, that smile 2 is really a story of poor mental health that’s been left to marinate too long. it’s a cautionary tale about the dangers of not asking for help and having no support. but it’s also a story of feeling trapped by the expectations of others. i think there’s something a little beautiful in that, as odd as that sounds. like i said, skye’s story can certainly feel incredibly relatable to queer fans when watching the movie through the lens of a queer reading. the movie’s themes aren’t exclusive to queer people and queer characters but they certainly can be meaningful in that way.

it personally makes me really happy to know that i can say that skye riley, this character i love, is queer and have genuine textual reasons for why i think that. it somehow feels so right. and i hope with with this analysis, i’ve made my reasons clear.

basically, i love skye riley a lot. and if you’ve gotten this far, i’m sure you do too. thanks for reading :-)

[tsorrow]

if i had a nickel for every time i like a dark hair/white hair duo who had some form of romantic tension before the dark haired one dies and the white haired one fundamentally changes as a person as a result, and never stopped thinking about them, id have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but its weird that it happened twice, right?

i also just realized as i was typing this they also both gave some form of matching initials im gonna scream

[a-celestial-dream]

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve encountered a main character that was male, blond, both an idiot and a genius at the same time, only has one arm, has a brother that looks a lot like him, harbors a love for long bright red coats and sticks to his moral code that’s completely against killing people, I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot but it’s kinda weird that it happened twice.

[haveihitanerve]

I am the lady of a thousand Don Juans

Holy fuck its been a while huh? Jingle Boys is still in the works I swear its just been… an interesting time.. But meanwhile i watched The Meringue Haberdashery and had thoughts so! Here ya go!

Before we start: a meringue is a type of light dessert food and a haberdashery is a clothing store- typically mens clothing and just other clothing accessories. Just to clarify bc sometimes their titles are out of this world lol

Sam setting the scene in case anyone on stage is confused lol to make sure they all know it will be something about sewing(not gonna look at anyone but looking at you aj)

“Very good, very good.” Sam’s little blink of “ok. Yeah. sure aj. This accent.” priceless

“You taught me the needle you taught me the thread you taught me the sew you taught me the stitch” sam i was really hoping this was gonna rhyme it had such rhythm

“I only show you the way” wow aj going philosophical on us

“The needle shows you the way.” *leans back and smiles in proud of himself aj*

“... how is that different from teaching?” wow ok sam let him have his moment gosh lmaoo

“No no no no no” *taps temple because duh sam you just don't get ittttt*

“You will, don Juan, you will.” Sorry- AJ did you just call Sam by the name he gave you?... just checking

“How is your wife.” I see you aj trying to further the plot but that was a wild convo shift lol

“She is still very sick. Don Juan.” I assume that Tom just muttered something that was something akin to both of them being called the same name which made Aj break character and look at him and then Tom was just like *no don't look at me keep moving* with the casual spinning of the fingers to indicate wrap it up or wtv idk im guessing but it makes me happy

“Narakinyo.” Just plopping this here as an account of who is named what

“You did a fine job you did.” It scratches my brain correctly when Aj emphasizes certain words like when he goes “huge fucking katanna” or does his “i hate you” shtick idk just mentioning

“We never tell her that ey?” *lifts hand for high five that Sam doesn’t respond to* if i had a nickel for every time AJ wanted to high five Sam while speaking a different accent and was momentarily denied I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but its weird that it happened twice

Its ok guys Sam does actually give him a high five for this one. Unlike in the paella one who’s name I can’t think of rn

“Ah yes a memory…” The smile i cant its so cute- Sam like “please motherfucker understand” and AJ’s just like “what the fuck are you doing bro” 

“I think thats where I was- I’m confused.” 😭 you got him to break character and the fourth wall to admit to confusion sam how

“I was walking along the street-” *completely ignoring Sam and not focusing on his flashback at all* Sam: *well shit lemme just get up again then* oh ok. (Also- are we not gonna point out that even if AJ was just narrating his flashback- neither Luke nor Tom made any effort to help Sam out like lmaoo give him nothing guys we love)

“... could i have some details please?” Sam asking for the people and AJ almost breaking

“I was thrown off by the child.” AJ’s helpless shrug 😭 precious

“I heard a child singing outside-” *pauses for dramatic effect and Luke does an absolutely incredible mimic of Sam*

“Nikita.” ok so Sam has forgotten the whole name but he has the vibes- honestly AJ why do you always pick the most complicated names😭(i know we joke that they use the same names a lot but can you honestly blame them with AJ throwing these fucking names out there all the time???lmaooo)

AJ just fucking done and smacking the shit out of Sam is priceless

Sam just using the opportunity to hide his face from the crowd and laugh because he honestly has no clue either

“You fookin stupid sometimes-” love the way Aj says this. 

“Im sorry okay! I mean you can- sew a waistcoat perfectly but you cannot sew a narrative together.” damn sam. That was smooth

“Okay.” *hand movement* “I understand where you are going now- and we’ll recap and re-fuckin-wind.” poor babies lmaoooo

“Nikina Nikinya” (both of these are wrong) “was a child and not my wife,” (im sorry a wife was in the equation?????) “who I thought-” Aj. delightful chaos creature that you are. I don't know that I’ve ever heard someone refer to their partner or wife as their little one unless- its a child. But uh. Yeah. ok. Sure. clarification is key. 

“There she was!” “...the little child..?” “The little child. We’re going with this.” Aj not making eye contact and staring into the audience like theres someone looking down the barrel at him is crazy 

“I was in flow.” The most passive aggressive twist and look at Sam like “are you gonna interrupt me again or let me tell the story now with my word choice?” you do you king

AJ: Like a bird through the sky. It landed it went- *realizes wtf he’s saying and where this has to end* straight- *covers mouth with his hand like the victorian lady that he is while laughing* through her eye Sam: *equally realizing what a fucked storyline he’s built* *covers mouth in equal distress and attempt not to laugh*

“Ah so sharp…” AJ???? That sounded so genuinely upset wow

“And as I pulled ze string-” AJ!!!! Ughhh… the crowd catches on immediately bc ofc aj baby you were shocked and horrified and now you're making it worse???😭

“Don juan.” Aj once again calls Sam by his own name but wtv they can both be don juan

“If you want to live it… y'know then go for it!” *shrugs, unbothered king* LMAOOO both Sam and Aj laughing at his pure insanity is always a treat

Sam pulling a lovely life lesson out of the horrifying story and Aj just smiling because “yeah sam. Sure.” 

“Ill always teach you lessons-” “oh so now you do admit you teach me!” Cheeky lil shit Sam but hes a delight so we’ll allow it lol

Unamused and yet amused AJ. “I got ya! :)” “...very good.” 

Aj: *turns to leave* *turns back* Sam: *waiting for expansion of plot* AJ: *nah fuck that* I’m going to take a “power nap” Sam: *loses it because wow that came outta left field*

Oh no luke is a sickly victorian child…

OHHHH HES THE SICK WIFE. i get it. Im only slightly slower than aj yall give me a second

(Babette is a womans name- however is this instance I do believe Sam meant for it to be a cutesy loving nickname- in which case it means Little God. hes calling his wife his little god… anyway)

“Sopa.” Yes Luke slay with your spanish. “Sssssoup?” Sam struggling on Duolingo. “Yes!” Luke is so happy for him lol

“Have you ever wondered why… why you and him have the same name?” YES LUKE. YES. CALL THEM OUT. OH YEA. YESSSSS LMAOOO

The mischievous lil smirk right before he says it too and the way sam fights for a second but honestly its not his fault because he said the name first- Aj also leaning into frame because he’s rocking back and forth from laughter and looking at Tom like “oh thats what you were saying.” XD

“Thats what I’m sticking with thats what happened.” Makes eye contact with crowd. 😭 you go sam!

“He has no ambition!” Sam offended on AJ’s fake characters behalf. “Hes had a rough year??” The look he gives of disbelief lmaooo and Luke just like “ugh so???” queen.

“For many years his daughter was alive and healthy-” (Sam sees where he is going with this and already has to stop the laugh from escaping because wow Luke. wow. Low blow i gotta say but he is committing) “Yet the shop stayed the same size. Why?” (Maybe i’ve seen this clip before or maybe he says it the same every time but i swear i've heard luke say “why?!” like that exactly before…)

“Porque?” yes Luke, the reason sam didn't answer was because he didn't understand your question- it was a language barrier problem- and not because hes busy shoving his fist into his mouth to avoid laughing at your audacity XD

“If you observed my mime carefully I did get you a spoon from the drawer!☝️” (let us rewind the tape shall we?: Sam opens the cupboard and pulls out a can, opens it and pours it into the pan that I’m amusing was already on the stove elsewise he’s pouring soup over his stove…anyway-[it was already there, he messed with it in the beginning]he puts the can back??? And closes the cupboard. Turns on the flame. Takes the pot off the flame as he moves a pace to the left and stirs it, sets the pot down to argue with luke, opens top cupboard this time, removes a bowl?, ladles soup into it, then opens the drawer, takes out spoon[we assume], sticks it in bowl, closes drawer, and serves it to luke…mmmm. He has passed the test of stagecraft…for now)

SAM TAKES BACK THE SOUP SPOON THAT HE’D ALREADY PLACED IN THE SOUP AND PUTS IT BACK IN THE DRAWER WITHOUT CLEANING. (i’d be more upset if it weren't mime- i’d be less upset if they didn't make such a big deal out of their stagecraft all the time and then made such egregious errors such as this🙄lmao)

Sam: *sweetly contemplating retiring options fro Don Juan for him to find closure and meaning again* Luke: *death. He should find death* bullets? Sam: *excusemewtflukehuh-* wh-what? Luke: *oh shit that was an inside thought* oh hm? Oh i have fever ohhhh LMAOOO

Aj standing up and ending the scene and then marginally flicking his fingers gently at Tom to get him to stand and join the scene🫠my heart-

Tom just weirdly arching his back and leaning forward and trusting Aj to please don't drop me

Omfg they work so well- Luke calling out faintly “papa! Papa! Papa!” and Aj clocking(finally) that its like his trauma flashback and jerking unexpectedly and Tom immediately going “Yep he just ruined my suit and my life” and jumping to be an angry customer… *chefs kiss* they're so good

Also I fully believe Tom just wanted an excuse to slap Aj lmao

“Do not make me point my dick at you in rage!” Tom firstly what secondly aj did not expect that and laughs beautiful

Tom just yells incoherently: captions: [angry Tom>:(]

Sam making the exit bell noises😭 they are so extra and yet its not nearly enough its so perfect

“He was-he -hea ahdhye- usth-” [reboot required :D] poor babyyyyy🤧

Aj shaking with silent laughter as he just bends over the chair to not have to look at the audience and Sam slowly approaching and placing a comforting hand on his back🫠

“You went full Porky Pig just then!” Sam! You’re supposed to be helping him not break him completely lol!

Aj wiping actual tears from his eyes???? Precious baby

Does a [don't touch me >:(] shrug away

Im sorry- is aj about to stab sam??? I don't like the way he’s examining the needle…

Aj being fucking terrifying- “Do you ever think, maybe, its possible to put the needle so deep inside of your own mind- that you can pry out all the memories that you don't want?” this is… such a grieving and heartbreaking line and oh wow… chills. Ouch that hurts

And then Aj immediately fumbles for words and has to reboot a second lmao

“Oh i- i will just go heh!” *does like a weird squat thing and spreads arms out* sam i would run. Because thats terrifying and he’s clearly not agreeing hes just being… difficult? Idk the word for it but run

“NOOO!” “AHHHH!” guessed it

Aj- hang on- so imma recap this for yall- ajs mother came from spain to england- im assuming since Haberdashery is a very english thing- spat him out via other lips the second she breached the haberdashery door- he started crawling immediately after birth while his mother was fully able to walk and fucked off again- as he was crawling he found a needle looking wooden splinter- because a newborn child and a needle is a great combination- and used that to build the entire fucking shop. All caught up? Great. Sam you lied before- Aj can sew together fucking fabulous narratives 

All of the boys also losing it at his joke- and the way he says “whole shop.” 

Ok wait this is actually so sweet and twisted- Babette obviously has some ulterior motives- but Don Juan clearly loves Don Juan and wants him to just rest and live out the rest of his days in peace and grieve properly- but Don Juan is getting paranoid and wants to hold onto his shop with everything he has because he had it with his daughter and now Don Juan is trying to take it away from him and arghh

“Like a meringue under a hammer!” Sam trying realll hard to get the Meringue part of this title into there lol

“Nikita nina.” Guys. no. not. Anyway

“Has your daughter been saying this to me from beyond the grave? NO! *vehement denial*... my wife on the other hand *eyyyy cheeky mischief*” i love their acting

Another aj recap- he throws a needle at Sam(im assuming its just a needle and not just a wooden splinter) and declares hes gonna bulldoze the whole building- everything he has built and worked for for years of his life and is refusing to let go of but now willingly destroying because yeah that makes sense- and is challenging sam to see if he can rebuild it the way he built the shop from scratch when he was freshly womb-freed child. 

Sam has now grown cocky instead of empathetic. “I’ve got a lunch appointment in an hour. I suppose i've- with my skills i will have time to rebuild.” yall. Are. fucking. Haberdashers!!!! Not. carpenters? House builders??😭 no wat why am i questioning sfth logic. I take it back. Yall slay 

“Just be careful that you don't destroy yourself in the process.” ominous warning i wonder how they’ll incorporate that… “Im going to go for a power nap.” aj never change i beg XD

So Tom is finally in another scene yay!

“You've made a complete recovery!” GASP!!! DUN DUN DUN. did not see this coming wow

“We’re not questioning!!!” *tom being the supportive feminist king* “you do you!” *as always*

Ooooohhh! Luke has been drugging Aj… interesting plot twists Tom.. keep ‘em coming these are delicious

“Who would i be driving mad?” Gaslight gatekeep girlboss. “The doctor?!? Hehe!” Tom i love you you absolute nerd(affectionate)

Woah… so maybe she’s been drugging Sam… the plot twists…

“What are you doing?” Casual, normal child. “Niki-ihita?” (he is ten seconds away from saying nagini i know he is) “What are you doing?” *one eye closed because 🤭🤢*

Luke and Sam working through plot while AJ casually sways in the background examining Luke and Sam’s stagecraft- not a care in the world just :) 

“Who is making you do this- *luke comes out a lil* come on!” Luke really wants you to pick up on the cues that he and Tom dropped about the wife being evil Sam please XD

“I’m.. making me do this.” NO! Luke is done lmaooo “Its your w- your wife-! Your fucking wife!” “Oh sorry!”

Luke’s dismayed head shake and look over at Aj like “what???” oh no damn he actually says it aloud- “are we watching the same thing???” flabbergasted by sam’s lack of picking up his cues lmaooo

“Accountability-” what is that sam we’ve never heard of it theres always a villain. “Yeah its my wife! *done eye roll and shrug* also!☝️ my teas been tasting funny for months!” don't make it sound like a duh moment now sam cmon! XD

Oh shit so i was kinda right she’s drugging everyone. I didn't think one person was given that much medication but maybe she’s been hoarding or smth idk

“Do you ever wonder why you and my father have the same name?” Luke please don't tell me they’re related in some way. I am loving this plot point fixation because of a mistake but seriously where is this going….

“Es verdad.” -that means “Its true” 

Oop he says it too “that means “its true” in spanish.” comes to the front of the stage like fucking dora the explorer lmaoo

“Bambino.” excuse me Sam why are we switching up nicknames at this time? Sighhh

Everyone just wants to slap everyone today huh lol

“I was never sick.” “UAHH! [shooketh sam]” he remains shooketh for quite a second gotta say love the commitment

“I gave him a magnetic sewing needle-” not this again😭 *horrified sam* “and i put a huge fucking electromagnetic [... magnetic what luke…] behind the head of his daughter!” 

“You have been a curse on Don Juans! All the Don Juans in this town!” How many are there???? Also Luke just evilly going “Yeeeees!!” is amazing

“I am the lady of a thousand Don Juans.” fantastic quote

“Time to sew this story up.” the puns are flawless this time around

“We really have to finish the show…” Sam is exhausted poor baby

Evil Luke: *shrugs* so it finishes with the villain winning!! Mwuahahah!

AND SCENE!!! Wooo that was a wild ride but it was a fun one. Honestly these just keep getting better every time i watch a new one(even though they get progressively older but shhh) each one is just amazing. Anywho see yall next time(hopefully next time is sooner than this time was) byebye!!!

@Dawn-speckled @Snek-of-eden @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust