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The book itself only has 8 mistakes apparently in 326 pages…

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CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ max cooperman x gn!reader

SUMMARY : when a film nerd gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the movie related stuff and max just falls more in love with them. <3

WARNINGS : none!!

GENRE : fluff fluff fluff SO MUCH fluff

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Thank God for Jake being the number one wingman. Without him, Max would have never even gotten close to wooing you..

That wasn't actually the case. At least, not yet. Max was only on step.. uh.. whatever, of his plan to have you fall head over heels with him. Having grown up going to all the same schools, he had always known you as 'that one person in that one class', but when you guys both hit high school, that's when it all changed.

You became hot, and he was just a boy! He couldn't help it at all. Max, the usually dorky and overly confident wannabe fighter, and you, who somehow became the prettiest person he had ever seen in just the span of a summer break, only became a duo after the handiwork of his best man.

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“You see that kid over there? Brown hair, slightly chubby, dorky shirt.. That's Max. He really likes you.”

“Pardon?”

“You should talk to him, he's a bit weird at times, but he's sweet.”

“..Okay?”

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To this day, Jake still won't tell Max what he said to make you change your mind on him. Because after that day, you and him became inseparable. Whatever Jake said, it sparked a beautiful friendship between the two of you. Friendship, nothing more.

He learned everything about you, from the smallest details to every interest you had; the way you carried yourself and were so unashamed to be open around him made him feel special. He had seen you interact with your own friends before, but seeing you so up close and personal on a daily basis made him feel like one lucky son of a gun.

In fact, you even seemed to hang out with your original group of companions and started hanging out with his little group more; him, Jake, Baja.. And now, you.

Oftentimes you two would hang out at his house; that boy was rich, and his parents were barely ever home. Today was no different, you two were just curled up on one of the sofas, watching whatever shitty MMA movie Max picked out. You couldn't complain, there was something really heartwarming about him geeking out over his dorky interests.

There was a comfortable silence between you guys, until it was broken by Max speaking over the television. “Dude, you know what would be so awesome!?”

To which, you responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did, “What would be awesome?!”

“If we went on a movie date... I saw a trailer for this movie the other day.. It's that one new Woody Allen movie.”

That made you immediately perk up, but not the fact that he was finally asking you out on a date after all this time; no, because of the idea. “DUDE.. You might be onto something. Woody Allen is a sick director, he's made some real gems before. In my opinion, he is wildly brilliant in his abilities to dir--”

“So.. wait, just to be clear, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“Going on a date with me?” There was his awkward aura radiating off of him in that very moment. As much as he loved you rambling, he need an answer. He seriously hoped you to realize that this was an actual romantic date, and not just some hangout between friends.

Note, he still didn't know that you knew about him being totally enamored with you. So, in his mind, him asking you out on a date would be some big revelation for you to figure out he liked you.

“Well, obviously.”

“I mean, like, an actual date.”

“I knew what you meant, Cooperman.” You giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, the noise made Max's heart skip so many beats that he didn't know how he was still alive. Your unintentional cuteness was going to be the death of him one day.

He stared. You stared back. “And you're fine with that? Because I really like you and if you aren't actually serious about this I want to kn-”

“Oh! I already knew that.”

“You did?” And just like that, his heart felt like it dropped all the way to his stomach, while his face turned a noticeable shade of red out of embarrassment. Was he really that obvious? “How?”

“Jake told me, silly goose! Before we were even friends, he approached me and was like 'hey, my friend Max really likes you, you should talk to him', so I did. And I really don't regret it.”

So That's what Jake said.

“And you like me back?”

“Obviously I wouldn't have hung out with you so much if I didn't. And, obviously I wouldn't have agreed to a date if I don't like you back. You're really dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Holy shit!”

Just then, he started planning out every aspect of the date in his head. From what he would say to the subtle moves he would make during the movie, what he would wear and what snacks he would buy.. He needed this to be perfect! “So.. Meet me at the movie theater later? Around 7? That's when the movie's showing.”

“Of course! See you then!” You hopped up from the sofa and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one to prove how absolutely serious you were about the date. You lingered by the couch for a couple seconds to gage his reaction, and proudly sauntered away once the heat rose to the place your lips were just seconds prior.

Woah. Max would either have to thank Jake for this later, or curse him out for being so straightforward about his feelings for you. Either way, it worked out well, so it would likely be the aforementioned.

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7 PM sharp, Max was already there. Actually, he arrived almost ten minutes before, just to give himself time to mentally prepare for the date.

At first, the dorky boy was going to go all out. Suit and tie and everything.. But then he called Jake, who laughed in his face and told him that he didn't need to try so hard; that you already liked him anyways. There was no need to try and impress you when you were already enamored with him.

So instead, he went with a pair of jorts and a brand new tee he had bought just for tonight. Just a plain white one, no cheesy print on it like usual. It was just the right amount of casual, not trying too hard, still being himself, but also not completely lazy. In his hand, he had a couple of hand picked dandelions, did he know that they were just weeds? Not at all. Plus, he didn't have time or money to buy you a real bouquet. It's the thought that counts!

When you arrived, you were met with the sight of him nervously swaying on the heels of his feet, looking around in every direction to search for you. When he saw you, he was in immediate awe. You were always so effortlessly good looking that it drove him insane, “Y/N! You look.. woah.”

Max was the one who would have this totally hot babe on his shoulder, nobody else, he pulled you. That was an absurd idea. Now, all he had to do was not make a fool out of himself, ask you out on a couple more dates, and finally be able to call you his own; easy enough, right? He caught himself staring for a bit too long and snapped back into reality once that thought kicked in, in an attempt to fix his mistake, he held out the sad little bouquet of dandelions.

You took them with a goofy grin plastered to your face, the way your eyes scanned over them with a seemingly ecstatic demeanor made him feel like he did something right.

Which, to you, he was already doing this entire thing right by taking you; the biggest film nerd ever, to the movie theaters. He knew you aspired to go into film when you graduated, and he really did pick the best possible option for a location to ask you out to, whether intentional or not. “Thanks, Max!”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Good God. There were so many things he wished he could've said in that moment, but instead he landed on quite possibly the worst option of the bunch. Just as he was about to fix himself, you cut him off with a squeaky chortle. “Baby?”

“Sorry, it slipped out, I didn't mean to,”

“Dude, no worries, I kinda like it.”

There was no denying the uncharacteristic behavior from him, truly, he didn't want to make a single mistake on this date. All the cocky dorkiness was replaced with a nervousness like no other. “Hell yeah! Noted! Soo, babe.. baby.. uhh, sweet cheeks, hot stuff, angel, babydoll--”

“Pushing it, Cooperman. You can only be so much of a Casanova.”

“--right, so, wanna watch that movie now? Trailers should be starting soon.”

You gave him a goofy grin, and he felt his heart flutter. Everything you did made him gravitate to you even more, even if you didn't even realize how absolutely precious you were to him. “Sounds awesome!”

With the confirmation, Max took that as his chance to (not so) subtly reach for your hand, lacing your fingers with his own as he confidently walked the two of you lovebirds inside. He was proud to show off a smoke show like you, he didn't even know how he managed to bag someone as angelic as his cinema nerd best friend.

Hand in hand, the two entered and were met with the overwhelming aroma of buttered popcorn, along with the smiling faces of ushers. A true movie paradise, you could practically break out into some big musical number over the feeling of being back in the theater after what felt like forever. Your eyes darted all over to look at the posters, subconsciously gripping onto the palm you held onto-- Max, on the other hand, was more focused on you and gauging your reactions.

He was totally doing this again one day. He was certain this is what love felt like, God, he had it bad for you. Max led you to the ticket booth and released the warmth he held onto, as much as he didn't want to, and instead leaned over the counter and whispered as if it were some massive secret what they were seeing. While he got to business, you began to wander around and look at the upcoming movie posters.

“Hey, so, between you and me.. You see that smokin' hot babe over there? What would be the best seats in the theater that are still open? I need them to have the best movie experience.”

The tired man who looked no older than thirty unamusedly eyed up where he gestured, and was met with a very awestruck version of you. Young love. You were so out of Max's league, yet here he was, getting the perfect date for you. “Depends on what you want to see.”

“That one Woody Allen movie that just came out. Y'know? I think it's called like.. Christina.. Vicky.. Paris? Or something like that. I don't know, man! I just saw a trailer and wanted to use it as an excuse to take her on a date!!” Max didn't even realize it himself, but this was probably the most panicked he had been over an event since.. like, forever!

“Jesus, calm down. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. There's a few good seats in the middle, you can either claim row F or row G. Take your pick.”

“F. I think.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare money he had so he could just pay and get it over with, so he could get to the date; he slid over a couple hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“Holy-! Overkill man! It was twenty dollars!”

“Keep it dude!”

“Alright. Damn. Enjoy your movie, I guess. Maybe don't be so nervous. You'll do fine.” Advice from a (usually) underpaid movie theater worker. Funny, Max went into this believing it would all be easy. But now? Now that he was actually on a date.. with you? He couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

But then he went back over to you and saw those big eyes of yours admiring a poster, and God, that mushy feeling returned. “You ready babe?”

“Maaaax!! We should see Burn After Reading after it comes out. It had Brad Pitt in it! And it's from the same dude who made Fargo! It'll be totally worth the watch,”

“Of course we can!” His response came before he even had the chance to think about it. “But, uh, are you ready or no? I just bought the tickets. I'll buy you whatever snacks you want.”

“Awe, thanks Max. I am. Some twizzlers sound nice. Ooh! And maybe some popcorn!”

Pure admiration in his eyes, he planted a hand on the small of your back and led you two to the concessions. He couldn't have been any more in love with you..

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, finally got back to writing now that i dont have a pile up of missing work. i really like max yall

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me absolutely traumatizing the fuck out of my characters:

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Johnny Cade General Headcanons

Thank you guys so much for all the love on the previous headcanons! I have a lot of fun making these :) Now for the next group of them!

Warnings: Spoilers, Abuse

He is very nervous about just about everything but he is also the most brave person you will ever meet. Bravery is not doing things without fear, but in spite of it. So whenever the rest of the gang is too scared to try something he’s always the first one to step forward. Like one time Dally convinced the rest of them they should all try this zipline in town and once they got there everyone changed their mind. Even Dally (Man, I don’t think this is a smart idea…) But Johnny immediately offered to go first. Dally and Pony tried to convince him otherwise and he just shrugged and pulled a “Well, if I die I guess it’s meant to be.” He had a great time on the zipline and the rest of the gang went after him. (Dallas was shaking when he got off though)

He got his jean jacket when somebody lost theirs and another thought it was his. He was at a rodeo watching Dally and Soda when somebody came up to him. 

“Hey kid, what’s your name?”

“Uhh… Johnny?”

“Man kid, you seem like you thought I was here to kill ya or somethin! Anyways, found this jean jacket.”

“...Ok?”

“Well, if you're Johnny Cade I’m guessing this is yours. Your initials are written on the tag.”

“Um its no-”

Then the guy just walked off and Johnny ended up with a new jacket. Joey Castles didn’t need it anyways.

He has the most contagious smile you will ever see. It’s just so sweet and genuine that even Dallas can’t help but smile with him.

He doesn’t do great in school except for English and science. And he still isn’t amazing at those. English is the only class he pays attention in because thinking about the meanings behind stuff helps take his mind off of everything he's been through. The teacher loves his discussions he starts and wishes he would actually do his work because he would probably get an A. In science he just does the experiments. That’s all he enjoys in the class.

He’s actually not horrifying at hair styles (with my ocs he picked up on some stuff when he was hanging out with Tessa and Pony at Rosemary’s hair salon) but when he cut and bleached Pony’s hair it took everything in him to no grimace in front of Pony and call Rosemary about how to fix it. But he eventually convinced Pony that if they combed he would look fine. When Pony looked ok afterwards he made an audible sigh of relief.

One time he was sleeping in the lot and he woke up to a very large Newfoundland dog standing next to him. He screeched so loud it could be heard from Buck’s and ended up in a tree. At first he was convinced it was a bear coming to end him but eventually it just laid down below the tree. So he got down and just sat next to it. He decided to name him Bear and Bear now occasionally sleeps in the lot with him. He also will sometimes walk with Johnny around town.

When the gang first met Bear they all loved him. Except for Dally (he loves him now) who was jumpscared because he actually thought Johnny just brought a bear into the house.

He first met Sodapop in 2nd grade when he came to school with some bruises and Soda asked if he could help him. Johnny was ofc like “No! I’m fine! I’ve dealt with this before.” and Soda insisted, telling him that his mom had taught him how to help with pain. From then on Johnny stuck to Sodapop and basically lived at the Curtis house.

As I said in the Dallas headcanons before, he showed up in Tulsa while traversing America at the age of 13. And then slowly was integrated into the Curtis gang. Soda was very welcoming and so was Steve and Two-Bit but they were also kind of wary of him. They saw he was tougher than them, more cold, more mean. One day Johnny walked into the diner after Mrs. Curtis invited him and he just waltzed right up to Dally and started talking to him. And to everyone’s surprise they actually hit it off. Soon enough Dally became extremely protective of him and took the older brother role.

He has picked up a lot of things from Dally, including his unfiltered mouth. He is polite to soc girls and everything and doesn’t like whenever Dallas or any other greaser says some real dirty things about a random girl.He doesn’t care for dirty catcalls but he will just straight up start roasting people. And he’s good at it too!

He didn’t really like Sylvia. Mainly because he saw her and Dallas were just not a healthy relationship at all. They both tried in some aspects but their own (abusive) parents' relationships got into their way since it skewed their perspectives. So Johnny didn’t like to be there when they were together. (He sees a healthy relationship as Mr. and Mrs. Curtis)

If he had survived the fire he would be in a wheelchair and probably be one of the few to test out the new motorized ones. The hospital would learn very quickly that his parents were in no way going to be good caretakers and he would end up being adopted by a couple who lost their child. Their names are Eleanor and Russel and they love him very much. He would probably be a little less tense with them and the gang and put some more effort into school. But he will physically flinch whenever candles are lit and stuff so the gang and his new parents don’t use them very often. 

The gang knows he has a rather low self esteem (think he doesn’t deserve stuff, etc.) and he doesn’t usually accept gifts so they have to be sneaky for his birthday. Sometimes they just let him decide what they do that day, sometimes Dally just takes him out to eat and lets him get whatever, sometimes they give him stuff and insist that they just didn’t need it.

He really likes plants and flowers so sometimes he just takes a stroll through the town gardens or through the forest just to try and test himself on their names. If he survived him and Eleanor would have a garden full of ferns, flowers, and veggies. They would tend to it everyday and it was also another way for Johnny to build up his strength. Pony comes by every other day or so usually with a botany book and they figure out the different ways to make the plants stronger and stuff. Johnny especially likes the more strange plants. (Eleanor and him also name the veggie plants :)

He is very sensitive to physical affection and hates whenever people hug him or slap him on the back and all that stuff. He always freezes up. The gang knows this and tries their best to not intrude into his personal space (though he is a bit more comfortable with them). He is ok with it sometimes mainly when the gang asks him first. Then he’s ok with them leaning against him or messing up his hair. He just mainly hates it whenever people take him by surprise.

At first he was really weirded out by Mr. and Mrs. Curtis because he didn’t think your parents were supposed to be nice. But after a while he warmed up to them and especially looked up to Mr. Curtis. Mr. Curtis was actually the one to encourage his interest in plants. Johnny was reading a magazine in the general store Mr. Curtis was in charge of and started pointing out some of the really cool plants. Mr. Curtis knew a fair share about them and started teaching Johnny some of the basics he remembered from his childhood. (Mr. Curtis grew up on a homestead where his mom grew all sorts of stuff)

One more survival AU headcanon, Steve and Soda have modified parts of Johnny’s wheelchair to help him do more things. Like having a smaller motor for it that Steve engineered so that Johnny could also control it. Soda also helped create a wheel chair that Johnny could use in different terrains like while he works in the garden.

His mother is native american and his father is partially mexican. His mother was born in Arkansas and traveled into Oklahoma where she met his dad. His father was born and raised in a small town near Tulsa.

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Temptatious offers

Snake Eye and Skye meeting scene - Curses of Crows practice scene snippet

Tw - Alcohol, talks of suggestive acts, smoking. NOT PROOFREAD!! Will fix it up later.

Skye was left at a large set of doors. They were carved intricately, vines and flowers seemed to be the scheme of the carvings. Dark in colour, the wood seemed to smooth.. so different then what Skye was used too. Skye stood awkwardly in the empty, dark hallway. The dark purple velvety carpets seemed like the main focus of her eyes. Well, what was she supposed to do? Wait till someone lets her in? Or knock? She had never been to a brothel—well.. none of this fancy. The brothel back at Rainvale was run down, lack of care shoved into the faces of all customers and workers alike. But this? The workers.. all adorn in make up, jewels, and perfumes. They all seemed… contempt. Or, at least, they acted very well. After a few moments of waiting, Skye shakily exhaled, bringing the courage to knock. Her knuckles rattled against the oak, placing three knocks on the doors. The quiet, echoing noise filled the empty hallway. She heard a voice within call out to her, beckoning her in. Was it Snake eye, perhaps? Well, she sure hoped. She pushed one of the doors large handles, slowly opening it. With a quiet tone groan of the hinges, she was met with the view of the most beautiful rooms she’s ever seen. She took a small step in, closing the door gently behind her. Her gaze quickly found the body that sat on a chair, same carvings as the ones on the doors. The.. feminine looking person was holding a long pipe, green in colour. Emerald, perhaps? It is, of course, Salomes signature stone. Colours of greens and materials of emeralds seemed to lace the city and its decor. It tied well with the lush vegetation they so masterfully grew better than the other two kingdoms.

Skye made no attempt to make a move, but she took the moment to take a look at her surroundings. But a quick nudge of the wrist from the man who sat in the chair caught her attention. He motioned her to sit down.

Keen eyes watched as Skye made her way to sit down at the identical looking chair that he sat on, just across from who she assumed to be Snakeye. In front of her, the only barrier between her and Snake eye, was a grand Oak desk. Its dark wood reflected the warm yet vibrant lights that danced around the room, seemingly replicating vines.

The room itself seemed spacious, various nooks and crannies all around the room. Curtains, beads, jewelry, and vines were hung all across the walls, creating an enclosed, comfortable atmosphere. Various candles too were lit, scattered across surface tops and shelves. And, the most grand seeming part of the whole room—was the large, circle shaped bed. Plush pillows and blankets sprawled all across the surface. Skye couldn’t deny that her body ached to sleep on a cushioned surface for once. The forests floor wasn’t quite helping her sleep. But, she must focus. She was here for a reason—and one reason alone. Temptation would.. *hopefully* not work on her tonight.

Snake eye was the first to speak up. He seemed to be eyeing intensely at her. This was how he worked, after all. His masterful eyes were trained to gauge his customers wants, needs, desires and intentions. But—it seemed this customer of his was a hard one to undress with his eyes. “Please, allow me to help you to a drink, my dear.” His voice rang out. By gods was it smooth. It was like a voice she had never heard before. Being in a village full of old or sickly men—it intrigued her. Yet, added onto the nerves. He sure was intimidating. He once again motioned his hand towards a tray that laid on the desk. Emerald, of course. The two crystal-clear glasses seemed in contrast to its atmosphere. Paired with the glasses, a tall bottle of what Skye could only imagine to be some form of alcohol. The glasses reflected off of the Emerald and lights—creating a sparkling effect. Everything seemed to.. mesmerizing. It was such an odd setting to Skye. She felt extremely out of place.

It had been a while since she had a taste of any alcoholic beverages. The most she was granted was what was left over after she tended to her wounds. And she never liked the taste. Nor, did she like the effects of alcohol. Sure, it warmed her up, but that was the most it ever did to satisfy her. But, she also never had enough to truly know its effect. She’d like to keep it that way. But with the expenses of this.. *night*, one glass would do her no harm—would it? It would give her a distraction, anyway.

“Uh—sure.” She mumbled. Her hands began to reach towards the glasses, until, Snake eyes reached faster. In a smooth motion, he grabbed the tall, dark bottle. The contents within sloshed, but none spilled. He grabbed one of the glasses, pouring the honey colour into the glass. He did the same with the other. It seemed so elegant—so perfectly practiced. It would make sense that he probably did this same gesture for many of his prior customers.

He handed a glass to Skye. She blinked, but did not hesitate to carefully grab the class from his grasp. Her fingers grazed his, sending another wave of anxiety through her. She held her glass in her hands. “Thank you.” She quickly added. Eyeing the liquid, she looked at its warm colour. Soon, a strong and intoxicating smell crept into her nose. She looked up, seeing the disappearing smoke from the pipe that Snake eye held close to his dark green lips. His eyes never seemed to leave her frame as he did so. With a cleared throat, Skye finally spoke up.

“My.. uh—Intentions may be fairly different from the usual costumers you get.” She fidgeted with the glass. Her eyes not so certain as to where to look. But, generally remained on Snake eye.

Surprisingly to Skye, he chuckled. It was low in tone, but seemingly soft. He closed his eyes, showcasing the glittery green eyeshadow he wore. Now, getting a good look of him—his face seemed to be adorn in glitters. His eyeshadow—his lipstick. Even his soft rosy blush.

“Darling, nothing is of difference to me. I’ve been introduced to a fair share of desires, a spectrum of customers.” He smiled, now opening his eyes again to look at her. He slightly leaned back into his chair, still holding the pipe. “So, do not be afraid to embrace the desires you wish to fulfill tonight.”

Ah.. right. This was a brothel after all, and the assumption is to dive into.. unfamiliar acts to Skye. She was mostly intimidated by the fact the man before her was expecting a display of sexual acts—But that was far from her intention. Yet, as she held the drink in her hand—she clearly was starting to fall into the trap of temptation. With a quick breath, she placed the untouched drink onto the desk.

“I do not wish to preform any.. uh—desires tonight. At least, none of the usual kind you get.” Skye mumbled, her voice a slight rasp. She looked to Snake eye, now her turn to gauge his reaction in return. He simply stared at her, no change of emotion behind his piercing eyes. He took his glass, taking a sip of its liquid.

Okay.. not what she was expecting. She thought this was just his way of saying ‘go on’. She tapped at the desk slightly. “I only wish to ask you a few questions. That’s it.” Her voice seemed a bit more soft.

Now this was interesting to Snake eye. This lady was right—it was something that was different to him. None would spend as much as they would to simply ‘ask him questions’. She was clearly up to something. Or—this was some different kind of role play. He’d hope for the ladder.

“Questions, hm?” He hummed, placing the glass down onto the desk. Pushing the chair he sat on out, he stood. His curled hair swayed with him, the faint rattle of jewelry and beads echoed as he walked, his outfit adorned with such accessories. Skye tensed, seeing as he turned to walk around the desk table, towards her.

She sat still, slightly thrown off by the action’s of Snake eye. What made her heart thrum was when he stopped his advances, right behind her.

“And what questions might they be? I’m rather curious by such a.. desire.” He whispered, his hands now finding a spot to rest on the chair she sat on. Skye swallowed, her dry throat aching to have a sip of the glass before her as she stared at it.

“I-I’ve heard you have ties with someone that might be important for me to find.” Her fingers crept towards the glass. She soon added, “If you would be willing, I only need to ask fairly simple questions.” And with that, she turned her head to get a glimpse of the man that stood behind her.

He stared down at her, eyes glowing in the light. Green.. how fitting. She held his gaze for a moment, before looking off into the distance, towards the large bed and what decorated the area. Oh boy.. she could only imagine what each object that laid atop a large bed-side table was used for. She didn’t want to know.

She slightly flinched at the voice of Snake eye, eyes looking to his. “Hm. My dear, it depends. It is prohibited for me to relay personal backstory of myself. As is the same for any of the workers here.” He said as he pushed away from the chair, turning to slowly walk towards the large bed. Skye looked away, not wanting to now be hypnotized by the sway of his hips. Sheesh. She needed to get ahold of herself.

Snake eye turned back to face Skye, sitting on the end of the bed. It was only a few feet from eachother—but the distance made Skye release a breath that had been kept hidden within her throat.

“Go on, and we will see what I can answer.” He slightly leaned back, legs lazily falling away slightly as his feet laid on the velvet-carpeted floor. Skye hesitated, now debating her first question. She sat up from her chair, walking around it, now leaning against the spine of it as she faced Snake eye.

“First, I just wanted to ask.. are you familiar with the Legends of The Wardens?” Skye asked, now finding slight confidence in her voice. Her confidence was soon knocked a peg as Snake eye slightly quirked a brow.

“Don’t tell me you will be spending the night, pestering me with mere conspiracies.” She laughed at the end. A quick, quiet laugh. “If so, I would much rather spend the night with the low levelled folks.” He quipped at the end. A bit more.. expressive with his words. Seemed to be something he may have experienced before. Skye slightly shook her head.

“No, no. I’m only asking if you know of the tale.” But she knew he was well familiar with it. Well.. if she was taking Anikas advice to true honesty. “Voices say you do, Snake eye.” Skye

Hadn’t meant to mumble it with rudeness, but she did. She quickly fixed her voice. “B-but, correct me if I’m wrong.”

Snake eyes gaze never faltered, eyeing Skye. No wonder he was given the name he has. Snakes weren’t too native to the hills of Rainvale, but she had come across a fair share of them out in her early mornings. The way they eye their enemy—or, they’re prey. Sharp, calculating eyes. Yet, they moved with such elegance. This man may very well be an embodiment of a snake. She really couldn’t be too sure.. everything seemed to be possible now.

After a few agonizing moments, he replied, “Yes, I do know of this tale. The “seven great virtues”, creations of the Devine Sisters.” He eased into the conversation slightly, smiling. “Such a fascinating story, no? You don’t hear of it very often in these parts.” The last part was said with a hint of question.

Skye nodded along. Pleased to know that he was aware of such tale. She quickly dismissed the last part of his words. “Then, I’m assuming you know the Warden of War?” Snake eyes posture seemed to tense—if only for a second. He then leaned slightly more back again. He hummed, “yes. What of it?” Skye debated her next question, not sure if she should dive in straight away with her question, or butter him up more first. There may be no use if he grew bored of her questions. The growing anxiety within Skye was unrelenting as piercing cold eyes stared at her, each moment growing more suspicious.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong—but I’ve heard you may know the resting place of the Warden of War’s grave.” She ripped off the bandaid. She feared she was.. too blunt. Time wasn’t on her side, unfortunately. She feared Snake eyes reaction would be infuriated—irritated or put off. But , it was quite the opposite. His head fell back, displaying his bobbing Adam’s apple as he laughed.

“Ah, Such a bold assumption. And what makes you believe I know anything of this.. wardens gravestone?” He slowly raised his head back, a small smile on his face. Skye once again felt uncertain of her next words. She obviously wouldn’t out Anika for informing her of these rumours—of Snake eye and his mysterious connections. Anika was, after all, a wanted princess. She fidgeted with her fingers, until she puffed out her chest slightly, trying to feign some sort of confidence.

“Well.. it’s not everyday you hear the name ‘Snake eye’. Snakes are known as a bad omen within the kingdoms, aren’t they? Many try to deter anything relating to the serpent.” Skye rambled on, mostly pulling this out of thin air. But it was true—animals such as a snake were perceived as an evil force to the kingdoms. Same as a crow. She read it in an old book she found years ago.

Skye didnt want that part to linger in the air too long, so she continued. “Rumours have it you were spotted to have collected books of the ancient books. Might I point out—they are illegal to own such tales, aren’t they? The kingdoms sure frown upon anything magic related.” Skye added, trying to keep her tone as less aggressive, and more curious.

“Some even say you have a mark—a sigil, relating to the Warden. But, you cover that up, don’t you?” This made Snake eye perk up. Eyes slightly widening. His hand went to graze his neck, but hesitated. His hand fell back down, gaze hardening. The makeup surly hasn’t faded from the time he covered his tattoo earlier that day.

“Rumours are simply rumours. None of such can be confirmed. Not by you. You’re accusing faults that can very much take my head to the burning stake.” He fixed his posture, sitting up straight. His gaze didnt falter as he stared back at Skye.

“I’m not accusing you of any faults. Simply just asking you if you know of the gravestone. If anyone knows of the wardens, then they should know of the prophecies behind them.”

This left Snake eye quiet, debating within his own mind. Sure, if he would spill such information, whats in it for him? What was Skye’s goal? He knows of prophecies—of a legend who would restore the wardens and rebirth the sun and moon. But there were many prophecies. Ones leading to different fates. Like a hero, who would soon turn corrupt and destroy the world. Of a wasteland—ruled by a corrupted ruler. If anyone wanted to find the graves of the wardens, they had to have a specific reason. All of their soul stones have been stolen—so there was nothing to gain from this expedition. This made Snake eye raise a brow.

“And what would you do with this information? There is nothing to gain from finding these graves. Only empty souled statues. Lifeless, if anything.”

“There is nothing to gain for knowing my reasons. I just need to know the resting place of this Warden. And in turn, I can give you something.” Skye eyed the man who was clearly showing a display of himself before her. She hoped she had hooked him in now. He looked at her, eyes squinting. He raised his head, humming in question. “Go on. Though, I do not see anything of value to me in this situation.”

Skye took a moment to think over her words. She hoped Snake eye still cared for his past allies. If not—this bribe would be futile. With a breath, she stood straight. “While it’s forbidden for me to make you speak on your past, I’m sure this could be of exception.” Snake eye sat still, waiting for her next words. “Your sister… I believe her name was Belle. We came across her whereabouts. I know where she is being held captive.”

Tension grew thick, Snake eye seemed frozen. Unblinking. Skye waited for him to say the next words. Until, in a slow motion, He now stood, tall and straight-postured. More rattles of the accessories he wore rung out in a tune as he made slow steps to Skye. Intimidated, Skye took a small step back, meeting the back of the chair. He was around the same height as her, although she may have been an inch taller. It didn’t hide the fact he was intimidating. She watched as he grew closer, until he stood only a foot apart from her.

His eyes roamed around her face, getting a good look at Skye. He had took notice of her scar. Her crazed hair, the dirt on her clothes. She was not from this kingdom. She was up to something, and he could sense something.. strong. He exhaled, smelling the faint smell of campfire and must radiating off of her. She was a nomad, a traveller. Something that intrigued him—far different from any costumer he had ever gotten.

“You aren’t lying, are you?” He asked, suspicion bubbling deep within him. But within his smooth tone, held hope. His sister and him were separated when their family was taken captive all those years ago. Long before he found himself a high ranked Salome Citizen. Skye looked back into his eyes, now getting a good and clear look of his eyes. They held a dangerous look, hints of greens and blues. His pupils seemed far more smaller then a regular humans. Such an interesting character, he was. She knew she had to draw his face after this ordeal. sensing his hidden emotions. She nodded, replying with a soft mumble, “I wouldn’t lie of such thing.”

With a few moments pause, tension thick on a line—Snake eye grabbed ahold of Skyes hand, leading her to a hidden room within the grand space.

“Allow me to help you get comfortable. Then, perhaps, we can discuss a deal.”

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Tw blood (alien blood)

"Welcome home lil pup" is a non-canonical sidestory I did from my bro's @himbo-in-limbo yautja raian x reader story, but focuses into a father-daughter relationship between yautja! Ohma and Ane (has more fluff but still containing the gruesome bloody fights cuz...kengan and predators lol)

Headcanons cuz I can't help myself:

Ane was the one who found Ohma while he was on a hunt on a forest that was close to the orphanage she lived back in earth.

Ohma didn't know Ane followed him until they were already lightyears away from earth lmao (i don't know how she did it either).

The other yautjas were just as surprised she managed to enter the ship without activating anything.

Ane tends to be loud when walking (humming, jumping, etc) so the bells aren't really necessary, but also she hated how loud the bell was in her ears. Ohma seeing her discomfort told the other guards to take the bell collar.

Ane is quite clingy with ohma, not sure why but she just won't leave his side.

Ohma wasn't much attached to her in the first few weeks, he didn't hate her or was cold to her but he was not used to having a small creature following him around lol, but after a lil accident they had he swored to never let her out his sight unless they were someone (maids or ysutjas he trusted) watching over her.

I feel like he'd start slowing his pace so Ane was infront of him when walking to other rooms in the ship or he'd just carry her around.

He wouldn't notice he imprinted on her after a few days that he known her, the other yautjas noticed his increased aggressivines when it came to her but didn't dare to say anything. Unlike the maids who seemed to find it amusing and almost cute in a way.

Ane always wakes up in ohmas chest or under his arm, she tends to move a lot in her sleep so whenever ohma felt her presence being a lil too far he would instictively put her close to him even if he is deep in sleep.

Even when he wakes up first he stays in thr room until she's awake, mabey he does stretches idk

She mostly wears her pink dress but unless there was some sort of celebration she would dress in the appropiate outfit. (And not cuz I didn't think into giving her braids, nope, not at all :') )

She isn't scared of Raian unlike other pups, even talks back to him or calls him names when he's being rude or growls at her, but she still is nice to him (sometimes....)

Man litteraly could squish her like a bug but she just unfazed (also ohma throws them hands everytime raian gets a lil too close or makes her cry)

All and all Ohma lover her very much and will litteraly rip the ship apart if anyone dares to take her away or hurt her <333

[kalimat-kalimat-kalimat]

I'm fresh out of ideas to write. If anyone wants to send me prompts or something, that would be awesome!

[corvis-crimson]

There are two types of writers

Writers that forget to save

And writers like me who hit the save button twice to “make sure” it’s really saved after every paragraph

[batty4her]

I think I have finally come to the realization of what I’m going to do with all the vampire lore that I’ve been writing for the past month

[double-features]

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE- COOPER DAY x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ cooper day x fem!reader

SUMMARY : moody boyfriend x sunshine partner on halloween real not clickbait!! reader convinces cooper to match halloween costumes with her, and landed on a specific mcr related couples costume! <3

WARNINGS : none! :3

GENRE : spooky (not really) fluff

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“Do we really have to dress up together?"

The hundredth complaint I've heard within the past twenty something minutes of hanging out with Cooper 'I'm too dark and edgy to dress up on Halloween' Day.

Just about a week from now was the best time of the year. The atmosphere of fall, along with the childish joy of being given candy just for wearing a costume.. Truly, there was nothing better than Halloween! The crunching of the leaves underneath my feet and the smell of pumpkin scented candles and the carves jack-o'-lanterns on everyones block along the promenade and... Well, autumn is perfect.

“Please? I don't ask for much!” I whined, practically begging, pleading, just for my boyfriend to stop being a stick in the mud and just do this. As much as I loved Cooper, sometimes his stubbornness angered me. “You know it's my favorite holiday!!”

Situated up on top of his mattress, drowsy from all the weed he had consumed just moments before, the grungey brunette kid I called my own lifted his head to stare up at me as I gave him puppy eyes. He hated to admit it, but he knew he couldn't deny my every request. He was just as smitten as I was, the problem was, he didn't show it. Yet, it was a mutual understanding. We both knew that he struggled with that expression, so I never forced him to do anything he didn't want to.

"It's stupid."

With a dramatic gasp, I slapped my hand against my chest and defensively argued. “You're stupid! Man, I totally hate you sometimes”

“You love me. Don't lie.” A snicker escaped his perfectly kissable lips. Man oh man, I usually let Cooper have his own thoughts, but there was no way in Hell I will be seen with a boy who claims to hate Halloween!

Well, joking, I suppose. Cooper was perfect anyways. It's just that the lack of flair he had was so totally irritating.

But that's besides the point.

My casual pacing around his messy room came to a sudden stop as I shot a peculiar eyebrow raise towards him. I sigh while a lopsided smile tugged at my lips, even if he was a bit lame, he still had a way of making my heart flutter.

“Guilty.”

“I know.” His monotonous response made me giggle, the squeaky noise made his gaze soften, those bloodshot eyes scanned over my figure as he sat up from the laying position hee was in for a majority of our hangout.

“Look, Y/N, why can't we just hang out at my house on Halloween? Binge some scary movies, listen to some of my CD's, eat crappy limited edition treats, y'know?”

Eyes narrowed and arms now crossed over my puffed out chest, a pout formed on my features. I knitted my eyebrows together, bottom margin just slightly more pushed out than my upper one, forming a sort of kissy face.. Truly the picture of a clingy teenage girl who just wants her boyfriend to do one thing for her! Yet, he still wanted to deny my poor ol' heart and tell me he wouldn't partake in my antics. Oh the horror!

“..Pleaseeee? Just for a little bit?”

“If I say yes will you shut up?” Despite his normal cold exterior, I knew he didn't mean any harm in his words. Simply Cooper being Cooper.

“Yes. No. Probably not. I'll... Uhmm... I'll buy you some new eyeliner and a new poster if you agree to do this?” I jumped up onto the bed and sat crossed legged next to the angelic boy. My hand reached over to play with his soft brown locks, fingers smoothly combing through the hair. This action alone made his heart rate pick up.

“Babe. You're broke... Eyeliner, poster, and a couple necklaces. Then we have a deal.” He hummed, flickering his coffee colored eyes away from me to avoid contact. I could see the subtle rosy tint that crept up his normally pale face. He truly had it bad for his girlfriend.

“What poster do you want? Interpol? Simple Plan?”

“My Chemical Romance.”

“My Chemic-- since when do you listen to My Chemical Romance?!” My face completely lit up at the revelation.

“Since I listened to their new album. Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge changed my mind on Gerard Way. Besides, you like them. So I figured I would give them a chance. They remind me of you..” He sort of mumbled his words towards the end, as if he was scared of sounding sappy. I loved the sappiness.

Before I could even have time to think, I threw my arms around him and planted a peck on his cheek. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as you did so. “Okay! Deal! I'll get you that stuff. Oh, thank you Cooper! Mwah mwah!!”

"Love you.” Awkwardly wrapping his arms around me to return the embrace, he plopped his head on top of my head and rubbed up and down the small of my back.

“Love you more!”

“Impossible.”

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Halloween day..

As soon as I finished up the last splatter of fake blood on my flowy white dress, I stepped back to admire my work. Thank God Cooper agreed to this, I look great! Homemade costumes were always way funner than those crappy ones that Spirit Halloween sold. Which, happy I chose something niche that Spirit wasn't selling. It just gave me an excuse to create a costume for both me and my boyfriend!

After a couple days of coming up with different ideas, me and Cooper finally had settled on something he would be willing to wear for me. The brainstorming process was grueling, it seemed like every single offer was declined by Cooper.

Edward Scissorhands and Kimberly? Nope! Cooper didn't want to look freakier than he already did.

Beetlejuice and Lydia? Nuh uh. He didn't want to be some old creepy ghost and a teenage girl with his girlfriend. That was weird to him.

Julie and Randy? Not at all. Cooper hated that stupid movie, something about a punk Nicolas Cage just seemed to anger my boyfriend.

Jack and Wendy? Too basic.

Jason Dean and Veronica? I think you get the point by now. Practically every idea I gave was shot down, until the day I delivered the poster I had bought for Cooper in return for doing this couples costume with me.

That's where I came up with the perfect idea; the lovers on the album cover. After all, Cooper said he enjoyed the band now, and it was an easy enough costume to accomplish.. So, here we were!

I stared at myself in my mirror, Cooper in the other room getting himself ready for the night. He decided to come to my house for this, because he knew that if Natalie, or really anybody in his family saw that he was doing a matching costume with his girl? He would not be hearing the end of it.

Reaching into my mirror cabinet, I called out to the boy in the other room. I still haven't seen what he looked like, and he hasn't seen me yet. I already got the white foundation on, but I knew for sure I would need help with the blood. “Baaaabe! Can you come help me with the makeup?”

No response. At first I wondered if he didn't hear me, but as soon as I opened my mouth to yell for him again, the door pushed open.

And immediately, my jaw went slack. The sight of Cooper in the suit? It was stunning. He was literally the most ravishing I had ever seen him before. Eyes widened, I caught myself staring at him for a bit too long. Who can blame me? My boyfriend was total eye candy, even if he didn't realize it.

“You look..” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish my praise.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He approached me and planted a hand on my shoulder. A bright simper spread across my face as I whipped my head to the side to look at him face to face. “What did you need help with?”

“The blood, I don't trust myself enough to do it myself.”

“And you trust me?” His tone was jokingly skeptical. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the best mood he has been in for a good while. Even earlier at school today, he was his usual smarmy self. Yet, now, he seemed rather happy. I could only hope it's because me and him were spending our first Halloween together.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” I repeated again, the same energy I usually gave whilst talking to Cooper. A lot of people thought we were an unusual couple. A conventionally pretty ball of sunshine with a scrawny, mysterious, emo stoner? Yet, we always found a way to prove to others that we were the perfect match.

Which, we were. Y/N L/N and Cooper Day against the world. Tonight was going to be so perfect, I could already anticipate it. He claimed he wanted to only go to a few houses, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case. “Just help me get this fake blood on, idiot.”

“Ask kindly.” With a dimples smirk, he sarcastically denied my demand for assistance.

“Please?”

“Alright, I suppose. You really do look gorgeous, by the way. I don't know if I say that enough.” The compliment made all the heat rise to my cheeks. Cooper was rarely ever a cheesy guy, but when he was, it was always the most genuine affection I've ever heard.

“And you do too, baby. Now stop stalling!”

And with that, he took a seat next to me, and applied the fake red substance to my face. His intense stare as he focused was so..

Perfect. Tonight was going to be so perfect. Spending my favorite holiday with my favorite person in the world was perfect. And all it costed was eyeliner, a necklace, and a My Chemical Romance poster.

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : this was actually shit, i a total of zero hours of sleep last night and my mind was genuinely blanking the entire time i wrote this. anyways, first fic posted to tumblr! wowzers!

[chaotic-starlight24]

HEY Y'ALL

So tomorrow I will be spending like 12 straight hours traveling so I'll have plenty of time to do stuff :)

PLEASE SEND ME DRAWING OR FANFICTION REQUESTS SO I CAN ENTERTAIN MYSELF!!!

You want Rocky playing a didgeridoo? I'll try my best

You want to know what I think Soda does in his free time? Ask away!

Do you want to know Jean's interesting opinions on fish? PLEASE ASK!

Just don't be creepy! And don't steal my stuff!

(Btw: I'm traveling to Norway to see my family :)

[icarianlibrary]

End of December - Begging of January, yk what that means…

Writing for my library’s local writing contest 😋😋

Small breakdown: There is two brackets: Middle school & High school, this year will be my first year in the High school bracket!

There are 3 categories: Essays, poems, and short stories! There is six first places in all (Because there are 3 first places for each bracket).

This will be my 3rd year competing!

1st year - Short story (Man, idek what the plot was) - 17th place

2nd year - Essay (On stuttering) - 1st place

3rd year - Essay (AI “art”) - N/A

ANYWAY I need a pen name because I don’t want to use my deadname but I’m not out to my parents, so I need a pen name. If y’all have any suggestions, let me know!

[gentle-author]

Όταν βοηθάς κάποιον σε ανάγκη, όταν είσαι ερωτευμένος, όταν πιάνεις την ζωή από τα μαλλιά και την κυνηγάς μέχρι τέλους, όταν νιώθεις βαθιά, όταν επιμένεις στους στόχους σου, όταν δεν τα παρατάς, όταν κάνεις τους δίπλα σου να χαμογελούν, όταν έχεις αυτογνωσία, όταν αγαπάς.

Μόνο τότε μπορείς να λέγεσαι άνθρωπος πραγματικά.

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