#Tails: See? You can compliment each other! Sorta

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Okay I just need to say that I knew I'd like this Tailstube as soon as I saw the thumbnail (after all, I am a Sonadails enjoyer, and Tails is literally in the middle of them in the thumbnail)

But I think probably something that stood out the most to me when I watched it was just

The hints that Shadow and Tails have a relationship outside of Sonic??

The first thing that tipped me off to this was that not only did Tails convince Shadow to join in on his show, he also convinced him to stick around to its natural end?? You know, Shadow. The guy you can't force to do anything and frequently will just dip if he's bored or doesn't want to be there. But even while Sonic was annoying him and he made it clear he wanted the "interview" over with, he still never made a move to chaos control out of there because of any of this.

And the second thing that tipped me off was this:

When Shadow is both confused and annoyed at Sonic, he chooses to complain to Tails about Sonic. And so Tails steps in to try to "explain" what Sonic meant by what he said (i.e he told Shadow something much nicer in the interest of getting them to be on better terms). The fact that he looks to Tails to complain to about Tails' own best friend and possibly even to explain that which he does not understand in a social context tells me just how highly he regards Tails. And since both Shadow and Sonic are being childish here, it's amusing to see Tails regarded as something closer to a trusted figure with more power here.

From an objective analysis standpoint, of course this means they have their own friendship. And this is a prospect I enjoy (The idea that Tails and Shadow are good friends)! It actually means a lot to me that Tails could form a frienship or bond with Shadow outside of the context of Sonic (in terms of who initiates it and for what reason it's initiated).

But, my friends, from a biased standpoint, I'm shipping trash. And to me this Tailstube was a fun show for Sonadails fans. Honestly, Tails staging this episode to get Sonic and Shadow to talk and "bury the hatchet", as well as how he acts during the show, read a lot to me personally like a guy trying to get his two boyfriends (who happen to be rivals) to get on better terms, if not just tolerate each other. I quite like the idea of Tails dating both of these idiots and just trying to get them to play nice when they're all together (although frankly I think the ideal scenario for Tails in my biased reading is that Sonic and Shadow get together as well).

This is also not to mention the dynamics showcased here! Sonic and Tails as best friends, with Sonic assuming that he and Tails were gonna talk shit about Shadow behind his back, and Tails trying to get him to play nicer. Shadow and Tails as friends, with Tails trying to convince him why he and Sonic are in the perfect position to become friends and helping him out socially, and with Shadow choosing to do something he doesn't want to because of Tails, as well as looking to Tails to complain to when Sonic is annoying him or when he doesn't understand something. And then there's Sonic and Shadow. In short, their relationship in this episode reminded me a lot of the dynamic I plotted out for that Sonadow post I wrote up where the two just beat the crap out of each other. In slightly longer terms, I find interesting how Mr. Flynn maintained Sonic and Shadow's dynamic during SA2 (with Sonic bothering Shadow and trying to fight him, while Shadow is just annoyed that Sonic won't leave him alone) while also showing the audience that they are rivals. And in longer terms...Sonic was clearly seeking a fight during this episode. And the facial expression, the mocking, his tone of voice, it doesn’t really matter whether or not he actually dislikes Shadow and believes they could never be friends. He's trying to annoy Shadow and goad him into a fight because he wants to fight Shadow so badly it makes him look stupid. And we can tell by how he expresses his confusion to Tails that Shadow is just not getting this. To him Sonic is just being annoying and confusing. Sonic is targeting him specifically, and Shadow shoots back with his own words. And so it's also pointed that Shadow reciprocates/actually decides to fight Sonic when Sonic specifically challenges him. He doesn't respond to Sonic trying to goad him on, but when Sonic challenges him specifically he's much more interested in opposing him.

Anyways guys I love Shadow and Tails having a soft on the side relationship while Sonic flirts by convincing Shadow to fight him somehow😂💖

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Trick Or Treat {Headcannon}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warning: Fun & Games, Implied Smut

Note: Happy Halloween, guys!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Imagine it's Halloween and you and you are going to a Halloween party thrown with some friends that has been thrown by friends of friends. Sorta like a 6° of separation thing where you didn't know you ran in close circles to famous and semi famous people.

You've decided to go as Lewis Hamilton and have even committed so far as to wear a Mercedes race suit, the helmet you bought off eBay from a mega Lewis fan AND strategically position that very familiar bulge down to accurate girth 😏.

Your costume was supposed to be sort of a joke and your best friends were also going as other celebs either in F1 or sports.

You didn't think anything of it and even got tons of compliments for how accurate your costume was. You committed deep and had even gotten your hair braided like his but opted out of the faux facial hair. You thought that was too creepy.

"Girl, I feel like I should just sling you this ass cause you might just be as close to 44 as I will get," your friend Zoë said beginning a twerk.

Everyone busted out laughing while you did the ultimate fuckboi move. Rubbing your hands together like you saw a meal you bout to tear up you licked your lips in the most exaggerated way and nodded your head. Stevie J would be proud.

Once y'all get to the party it quickly becomes clear that you have existed in this 6° of separation world as plenty of semi famous people passed you by.

You and your friends make a vow to make tonight the best night and proceed to drink as much as you can on someone else's dim and see whose son you can go home with.

A few hours into the party you are pretty can't tipsy but not blackout drunk and have been entered into the best costume competition. When you get on the stage with the others, they go down the line asking what you are and to give your best impersonation of what you are dressed as.

It is a hilarious time as each one goes. You watch on as a girl dressed as Marylin Monroe steps forward kisses her hand and blows the kiss before full on lifting her dress in an effort to imitate the steam blowing up Marylin's dress moment. Applause fills the space.

You then watch a pretty dope looking Scorpion step forward and deliver the classic line, "Get over here" before unexpectedly throwing a ninja dagger across the room into the wall.

Your eyes bugged while everyone stood in silence probably trying to figure out just what had happened. When they did, they cheered loudly.

Next it was a girl dressed as Ariel or Ariel if she were in fact over 23 rather than a teenager. For a tail she had on sparkly fishnet stockings and underneath a purple sparkly thong. Her seashell bra was on point but also completely see through and every part of exposed flesh was decorated with pink or purple foil tinsel. You couldn't hate on it or her.

She stepped forward and let lose the Ariel vocal harmonics from when she gave the sea witch her voice. That you could hate on. Everyone coveted their ears and shook their head.

Then you watched someone dressed like Meg the Stallion from the WAP video and when she dropped down to the floor and tweaked on it you hyped her the hell up as did everyone in the club.

Finally, it was down to you and once you stepped forward there was laughter, but most was deafening cheers. With the helmet on it brought it all together and for a second everyone began whispering if you were really him.

When it came time to impersonate him you took the microphone and decided to play it safe. In prime and proper British accent, you spoke.

"You can knock me down, but I get up twice as strong. Yhu know what I mean. I don't aspire to be like other drivers. I aspire to be unique in my own way. I feel like people are expecting me to fail, yeh, therefore I except myself to win. Just like my tat on my back, still I rise."

No one spoke, moved or made a sound for several seconds. You began to think you had fucked it up but then everyone erupted with cheers.

It was a quick deliberation and after it, you were crowned winner. You couldn't believe you pulled it off especially with the shit you said which you clearly pulled out your ass. When you met your friends again you were 500.00 richer.

From then you partied like the end of the world was tomorrow. After a quick trip to the bathroom as you passed down the narrow corridor you felt someone push you against a wall.

"Trick or treat?"

"Uh, what?"

"Clever costume."

Biting your bottom lip, you looked up but thanks to the helmet you couldn't really make out who it was.

"Uh, thanks." You made a move to walk around them but found yourself rooted to the spot.

"I particularly like the um--package down there."

You snorted, your tipsy ass not reading the room one bit.

"Thanks. I mean we don't know if it is accurate or exaggerated by socks, but a girl can dream. Right?"

"So, you dream about it?"

"Be for real I am sure a lot of women have fantasized about peeling back that race suit and taking what's inside as their trophy on their own podium. If you know what I mean."

"Does that include you?"

You were not an idiot you knew who was in front of you was a man and as his scent permeated the air around you, you felt yourself growing bolder though you wondered which guy would get turned on hearing a woman talk like this about a celebrity crush.

"You know what? Sure. Given the chance I would absolutely have my way with him and vice versa."

The next thing you knew your helmet was pulled off bringing you face to face with the absolute last person you expected. Your brain stuttered as did your mouth leaving you speechless.

The man in front of you--Lewis Hamilton himself looked amused as hell.

"What if I said this is your chance?"

"Excuse me?"

He leaned in then, going to your ear. "I'm gonna head out in about an hour, if you decide to take your chance find the guy who looks like a giant teddy bear and tell him "treat."

You couldn't believe you ears, and you didn't trust your words.

He scoffed then spoke again. "I'll ask again. Trick or treat. You decide."

With that he walked off as quickly as he'd cornered you. Holy shit you thought trying to wrap your head around all that had just happened. You needed to sound off with your friends, but you didn't think this was something you should tell anyone. So, for the next hour you continued to enjoy the party.

Every inch of the club you went you felt eyes on you and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't find him again. What are the odds, you asked yourself. You were not opposed to one-night stands. Matter of fact you were absolutely pro one night stands especially with celebrity crushes. You only lived once, right.

By the time the hour was up you'd made your decision. Bidding your friends goodbye, you slid through the crowd looking for someone who looked like a giant teddy bear. The word was as the tip of your tongue. When you finally found him, you spoke them like a witch's incantation.

"Treat."

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[julianrchandlerx]

He smiled crookedly and gave her a bashful look. Sure Julian had been flirting shamelessly, but when she called him out on it he couldn’t help but blush a little. “Maybe I am,” he tried to be a bit smooth and coy, but his pink cheeks probably gave him away. He sorta, kinda, maybe, might, slightly, possibly like her — something he was sure was written plain on his sleeve the whole time they’d been at that flower shop. “Like in general or just with ouija boards? Because the answer to both is a lotta things,” he said sheepishly, smile fading at her next comment. “Hey, if she gets too much then we’ll spell out goodbye and I’ll treat you to the most sugary thing we can find in Lunar Cove followed by some of those compliments I like to pay you.” He didn’t like the thought of being judged by some woman’s spirit, but he didn’t know Alyssa so it wouldn’t matter to him. He could tell in her teasing that it must have mattered to her, at least that’s what he read in her words. So he smiled sweetly and sincerely, meaning his silly little offer like he was offering some kind of life line to be used whenever it was needed. “I know, right? Even Bella Notte couldn’t save the thought of a tomato-y kiss. Luckily there are plenty of other romantic ways to enjoy some Italiano and the moonlight.” He rocked back on his feet a little, eyebrows lifting in surprise. “You’re from Boston?” He asked, trying to find a hint of an accent or something in her voice but of course she moved to Lunar Cove perhaps too early to develop one. Still — he interacted with her siblings and hadn’t heard anything from them. “We New Yorkers don’t typically get along with you Bostonians, ya know,” he started in a rather exaggerated stereotypical New York accent, “I guess I can overlook it on account of your very adorable smile, though.” Julian laughed it off, clearly teasing the woman. “If you could drop everything, and not have any dangers beyond the town borders to worry about, what’s the first place you’re high tailing it to?” He flashed a curious glance her way as he took in Briar’s suggestion. “Cook them together, hm?” His smile turned into a smirk, “Sounds like a pretty great date idea.” He was not being subtle. “If it means no accidental poisoning of you, then I could be persuaded. Fair warning though, I have been known to just snack on the ingredients, especially if there’s shredded cheese involved. The cheese tax isn’t just for dogs.” He shrugged innocently, a laugh rumbling in his chest.

Once more her words brought a blush on his face and he cursed the fact that even as a vampire he could still go red in the face at a pretty girl being nice to him. “I’ve had people say nice things to me but I’m not sure when was the last time someone told me I’m lovely,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I could get used to it,” he joked, very much inclined to self deprecation but… He thought he’d try seeing himself from her perspective. Maybe he’d stop being so tough on himself if he did. He crossed his arms and made a show of deep thinking as he began listing out the adjectives he’d use for her. “Oh I think I’d start with intelligent, talented for sure, maybe pepper in beautiful and charming, too. Just to make a few.” Julian warmed at her words, his brief anxiety completely leaving him. “Sounds like we really wanna get to know each other or something,” he quipped, “but that also almost sounds like a challenge. One I hope I lose.” He decided he’d like it if she stuck around, at the least as a friend. The touch of her finger against his hand sent a jolt of electricity from that limb to the rest of his body, goosebumps rising in its wake. Without thought his hand shifted, twisting so his thumb now grazed along the side of her hand. Julian’s mind finally caught onto himself before he could get carried away, pulling away shyly and almost begrudgingly from the light contact. This was a vulnerable talk and moment, he feared he was reading too far into things when her motivations could have been different from his. “Don’t be,” his voice was equally soft as her whisper, “There’s nothing wrong with that. That’s the point of mourning someone who left before their time seemed up — the what could have beens, their potential. There’s nothing wrong in grieving who she could have been. You have no reason to feel guilt or shame over that.”

Julian gave her a slow clap and laugh at her mock bow. “So have you always wanted to be an actress, ever since you were little?” He had this aching desire to get to know her, as well as Briar permitted, and in the most innocent and sweetest of ways. Who you wanted to be when you grew up as a kid seemed a great starting point. He shrugged. “Oh boy, I mean I didn’t think I was very good at it,” Julian admitted, “I don’t think Rohan would recast me in anything. I think I’m more a set painter, but… Well, there are some pros to it.” A pointed look her way melted into a smile of amusement as he added, “Theater food is good.” As she smiled and squeezed his hand, he instantly shook his head at her words. “No, I think this is one of those few things I won’t regret,” he said with such finality, in a tone more serious than anything else he’d said so far. He held her hand and gaze for a moment longer, allowing himself the pleasure of her touch before dropping it all together. Julian slowly nodded to her words. He knew a bit about her father, in the way a lot of the kids back in Queens knew of Silas Chamberlain when Jasmine first showed up at school. The rumors. Something about prison. He never paid it attention, it didn’t matter to him when he’d decided to become Jasmine’s friend. It still didn’t matter much to him, but he had the feeling Briar was curious. Who wouldn’t be in her place? “Hey, you’ve got plenty of time to figure it all out,” he said with warmth and confidence, leaning down to gently bump her shoulder.

“The million dollar question,” Julian said in a sigh. He had evaded a proper response any time someone asked him, but maybe it was the vulnerable nature of their conversation which made him so relaxed in response to a question that sometimes tensed him up. Whatever the reason, Julian shrugged and leaned towards her as he spoke quietly. “The truth? I know it’s beneficial and it would make my immortal existence a lot easier, but I don’t know… something about it rubs me just a little wrong. I can’t explain it. I keep telling myself and everyone I’ll join it eventually, but… It feels weird. Like, I don’t know. I came to Lunar Cove on the most ridiculous whim, literally chasing after a friend who stopped calling because, what, I missed her? It’s so dumb in hind sight. I got myself turned into a vampire because of my stubbornness and now everyone wants to know why I won’t join their club and really it’s because I feel like I’m being rooted here when I don’t wanna be.” He spoke so fast he needed to stop a moment and just breathe. “I haven’t even lived life and then it ended for me. And I’m still technically here, I know, but the world as I know it is just slowly pulling away from me and I guess the truth is I’m not ready to let go of my human life and I feel like joining the clan is almost symbolic of that. Walking away from the world I once lived in and the people I knew and loved, embracing this secret community I’m now a part of. It’s… Overwhelming.” He swallowed thickly, “That’s probably a very stupid excuse.”

He smiled, because even though they were entering heavy territory it was nice to know they were still teetering that line of flirtation. “Maybe I will,” he quipped, his grin ever coy. He thought maybe she wanted him to ask her right then and there, but he wanted to reserve it for just the right moment. The conversation turned heavy, but Julian hadn’t minded it. He was quiet and attentive, his eyes on her as she spoke. He thought about wanting to get to know her over coffee and a treat, but he thought in that moment he was getting to know her far better than he would in the round of twenty questions he would start up at a cafe. “I think we have control over certain things,” he replied, “Mostly over I guess how we react to things. But sometimes there are things in life beyond our control and in those cases we have to make the best of it. Find the meaning for us and make things work for us, I guess.” He wasn’t sure. Julian could see the vulnerability in her face, thought he was dialing into the emotions. This time he didn’t question himself when he reached for her hand, wrapping his larger fingers around hers almost protectively and squeezing gently. His other hand grabbed his handlebars at the center, as if planning to push his bike with one hand and hold onto her with the other hand when they resumed their walk. He wanted to be a support for someone clearly going through something, wanted her to feel safe with him.

“I’m sorry you’ve lived your life like that. I can’t even begin to understand it, even if I want to think I already do.” And in a way he had; for his father he had done years of pretending until he just couldn’t make it work. “But I want you to know you don’t have to pretend. Not with me. I’m sure many others would say the same, but right here and right now… You don’t have to be anything but you. I don’t want you to be anything but yourself. There’s not some Briar-Rose I’ve thought up and expect you to be, I wanna get to know the real you.” His thumb grazed her knuckles, drawing slow and small circles on her skin. He watched their joined hands a second, smiling at her words. “I think what it says about you is you are persistent and you know what you want out of life, and you’ll do whatever you can to achieve your greatness. There’s nothing wrong with that; I think it’s inspiring. And, hey, if there’s some cosmic reason we bumped into each other and spent this time together, well… I’ll take it.” His smile dimpled as he spoke, eyes searching her face a moment. “Can I walk you home?” He asked after a stretch of silence, still holding her hand. “As much as I want to keep you and walk all over town with you all night, talking about anything and everything under the sun, I know you have a lot on your plate right now. And even if tomorrow is no good, I’d like to see you again. Maybe under different circumstances, if your time allows it.” His expression turned a bit shy as he continued, “Meaning, I’d like to take you out sometime, get to know you even more.” He was shooting his shot, hoping he was aiming for the right target and not totally off the mark.

"Are you paying me a compliment, Julian?" She hummed in response, the expand of a smile ghosting her lips for a moment longer than she realized. Briar made a soft sound at the base of her throat. "Alyssa had a fantastic way of speaking." Briar began thoughtfully wondering if she'd go to whatever hell was for thinking poorly of her late mother. The thought only lasted a second, as she decided she didn't believe in heaven or hell. She'd lived it, watching her sister die followed by the irreversible death of her mother. The flickering memory of only Ranji attempting to save the Reed matriarch stained Briar's thoughts. She thought of it with a bitter twist of her abdomen that made her feel as if she would be sick. That was hell. She didn't need to ask if it was awful, there was no argument based on the things she saw as her mother's life slipped away into a realm Briar knew little about. "What are you most afraid of?" She asked quietly before adding, "Afraid she'll judge you from the grave? Because I am." Briar teased, a hand self-consciously smoothing a tendril of hair behind her ear. She attempted to keep her voice light, and easy. She wanted nothing more than to hold onto that easy warmth that came with his company. "Doesn't really evoke romance when you put it that way." She chuckled, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. Her smile slowly smoothed and she frowned a bit, "I've never really been anywhere except here." She said, "We're from Boston but I don't remember it. Alyssa moved us here when I was too young to really remember anything." She almost wanted to cry again, instead she smiled effortlessly smothering the ache blooming in her chest, "So get me a date who is well traveled but only ever eats McDonald's and we'd be a perfect match in the balance." She shrugged, "You're going to have to do your very best then so I don't die from a bad casserole. Or maybe we can just cook them together. Make sure you don't send me to an early grave."

I'll take my chances with you- her heart fluttered in a way that stole a breath and a beat all at once. How easy she was to please with a few kind words being all she'd ever wanted to hear. "Brave man." She commended with a coy smile. Briar hummed and shook her head, "Not in the least." Maybe it was the grief or the fact her guard was down that made it so easy for her now, or perhaps it was simply him, "Do you not realize how lovely you are?" She asked as if she could answer it herself. Briar tilted her head towards him, "Feel free to lay out the adjectives you would use." She invited enjoying the lovely words that he'd give her. When he spoke of his mother equal parts jealousy and admiration bloomed in the pit of her stomach. Briar shook her head, "Get to know me and you'll find I am far too obstinate for fickle mind-changing. I'm quite stubborn and usually get my way. And I don't think I'd like to change my mind." Briar bumped her hand against his, the soft touch of flesh on flesh warming her in all the cold parts of her. She extended her pinky, tracing it gently, almost accidentally against the back of his hand. A lump had lodged itself in the base of her throat, Briar managed to nod. "We did." She whispered a breathless exhale of unspent emotion. "I feel guilty." She admitted, "I mourn what she could have been if she had the time more than anything else."

She did a mock bow, "I owe it all to little me who spent hours in the mirror making up acceptance speeches...and the gift of pretenses." She accepted the compliment, "Do you think you'll go back to it when Rohan gets The Pendelum up and running again?" She paused in step only to look at him, a flicker of warning- I ruin all things I adore. She smiled instead and gave his hand a squeeze. "You may come to regret that offer, but I've never been one to say no to a gift." She admits with a demure smile and shifts forward the offer wrapping her up in promise. "I don't know if my dad had a hand it in-" She admitted, she only knew the man in photos and in the little bits of information she had found out over the past few months of her digging into who he was. "I'm not sure of what yet." She admitted her chest a tight band of emotion always on the edge of snapping.

Stepping into the fading sunshine Briar gestured to his bike, "Is there a reason you've not joined?" She asked curiosity too tangled in desire to know him to think her question rude or invasive. "Well you should invite me to coffee then." Briar answered as she walked both towards her empty home and no where at all. She took odd turns and went down a block she normally didn't. Her chest tightened and she nodded, "Destined for all of this then?" She asked once more. "To be who and what we are, to lose all we lost- do you think we have any control in any of it?" She asked, as follow up. Not really sure how she would answer the question, "I thought I was bigger than fate." She admitted, "That if I did everything perfectly exactly as I was told then the rest would fall into place. That I would become who I was supposed to be." It was a different kind of suffering to have spent her whole life playing the part she was told. Running head first into one end only to have it all crumble away from her leaving her with he bitter realization that whoever she thought she was before was no longer what she had left now. "I always thought I had some control in all of it. Maybe more than realistically conceivable." She admitted, her eyes volleying between him and the sun that was slipping below the horizon allowing the stars to flicker into view. "I think I've been pretending my entire life, Julian," Briar admitted suddenly drawing her eyes up to his face. "I'm so tired of playing a part in who I'm expected to be. Tired of losing all the things I've wanted only to find that I'm not even sure I'd wanted them to begin with." She concluded her frown fleeting, she'd wished she'd been the one to die instead of Alyssa. A thought she still could not voice aloud. Briar stalled her eyes moving up across his face. "Maybe this is fate too. Me, you the flowers of it all. Maybe I have no control in any of it- but I don't have it in me to not try anyway. I wonder what that says about me-"

[willowbird]

7, 2 and 2 🥺🥺

Foxes as kids, roommates, inside Andrew's closet.

In which Neil is the monster under the bed and Andrew's closet is the only safe place for either of them.

Warnings for mentions of child abuse.

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Andrew usually hated having roommates. He had to have them when he was in the group home (no one got their own room there) and sometimes when he was with a foster family he had to share with another kid - and he always hated it. The one exception, though, was the monster that lived under Andrew's bed.

The monster wasn't like those in the scary stories and tv shows. He was a just a boy - who was actually younger and tinier than Andrew was! He had dark dark red hair and bright bright blue eyes and little black horns and sharp teeth and even a tail, and Andrew really thought that he was losing it the first time he saw him because look... it wasn't even close to Halloween and the kid had just crawled out from under his bed and then vanished again underneath it and Andrew had checked and he was really gone.

Neil (that was the monster's name) had told him that it was kind of a legend in his world (yup, his world) that sometimes a monster kid would be tied by fate to a kid in the human world. A lot of the legends apparently talked about how this was a test of some kind, how the monster kid was supposed to scare the human so bad he wet his pants or something like that.

(Andrew thought that was kinda stupid, but he supposed that lined up well enough with the stories he had heard about monsters under the bed.)

But Neil didn't want to scare anyone. When Andrew had asked Neil what he did want, though, Neil wouldn't ever answer him. He just got a little sad and a lot angry and then they'd fight and Neil would crawl back under the bed and disappear for a while.

He always came back though. And when Andrew was moved to a different house, Neil came too. Sometimes it would take a few days, and sometimes Neil couldn't get into a certain house through the space under the bed and so the doorway to his world would bring him through the closet instead, but he always came.

Which was why it made Andrew more than a little bit anxious when almost a whole month went by after his most recent move, and he hadn't seen Neil at all. He'd checked under the bed and in the closet every single night, but there was nothing. He was about to go from worried to angry when, at half-past midnight on the twenty-seventh night in the Lucas's house, Andrew heard quiet crying coming from the closet.

Andrew was on his feet in an instant, dropping his flashlight and the book he was reading on the bed, nearly tripping over the area rug, and skidding to a halt before the door before wrenching it open.

And there was Neil, curled up on the floor hugging his knees to his chest. He was crying and... and he was hurt. There was a cut on his lip and his face was all bruised and Andrew was so angry he almost slammed the door shut again.

"S-sorry," Neil murmured as he looked up, probably seeing the anger in Andrew's face. "I... I was gonna come sooner but..."

Andrew cut him off with a glare and a raised hand, telling him to wait. He then hurried back to his bed to grab the flashlight. Light acquired, he returned to the closet and Neil scooted over so Andrew could sit next to him, shutting the door to their special place.

Because you see, when Neil was there, whether it was under Andrew's bed or in his closet, no adult could get to him. The whole world outside the space shut off. If Andrew's foster parents were yelling at each other, their shouts and curses faded into complete silence when the closet door was shut or the bedskirt brushed the floor around them. If an adult came looking for him and opened the closet door or got down on their hands and knees to look under the bed, they'd see only shoes and toys and other discarded things - but no Andrew, no Neil. It was something to do with the magic that was his monster, because no one was able to see him except Andrew, and since Neil wanted to be seen by Andrew that meant that he was sorta... absorbed into that power too or something.

It meant that whenever they were together... they were both safe.

"I'm gonna kill him," Andrew promised quietly once they were both sitting criss-cross and facing each other in the narrow space.

Neil's eyes went wide, terrified, and he shook his head quickly. "N-no! No. You can't.."

"The hell I can't, Neil! You keep me safe. I wanna keep you safe too!"

They had had this argument before. When Andrew first saw the scar on Neil's shoulder and found out it was from his stupid bastard dad from the year before Neil first slipped out from under his bed. Andrew had been just a little kid back then, but he was eleven now. He could kill someone. If it was to protect Neil, he was pretty sure he could do anything.

"No," Neil said again, voice hushed even though they both knew no one on either side of their special space could hear them. "No. I... It wasn't even him. Mom..." He shook his head and rubbed his arms. That was when Andrew realized what Neil was wearing.

Normally, Neil gave off total rich-kid vibes. Even monsters had designer clothes, apparently, and Neil definitely had the monster-world version of The Gap or whatever rich people wore. But today he was dressed in drab, baggy jeans and a matching washed out t-shirt. His hair was a total mess, too, and looked like it needed to be cut.

"Neil," Andrew said, and it wasn't a question - it was a demand.

Neil grimaced, wringing his hands around his tail - a nervous habit he didn't realize he had and Andrew would never tell him about. "They... they found out... about you. About us. About... about how I can come here."

All the air in Andrew's lungs froze. It was a struggle to keep calm, to wait for Neil to continue on his own, because... because from the very first day Neil had told him 'no one can know - I don't know what they would do to us if they knew' and now that day was here and the anger in his chest was nothing compared to the fear suddenly pooling in his belly.

"Mom.. she took me and ran. So I wouldn't... so they wouldn't take me. Dad was... he was gonna give me to someone bad, someone who collects kids like me so they can find a way through and... Mom didn't want that to happen. She's protecting me..."

The protest was a weak one and Andrew pounced on it. "She's protecting you by beating the shit out of you?"

Neil bared all those sharp little teeth at him, but Andrew could never be afraid of Neil so he just glared back until his monster's resolve broke and he looked back down at his tail.

"She wants to keep me safe.. and I was being stupid..."

"I'll say you're being stupid," Andrew agreed, earning him a sharp look that he easily ignored. "Run. Come here. We'll both make a run for it together."

Neil's eyes widened. "What? No! What would we do, where would we go? You... you could get hurt! And it's not like I blend in, Andrew."

"We can travel at night. Or we can go someplace where everyone is super weird, like... like Seattle. There are loads of weirdos in Seattle, I bet no one would think twice about a boy with horns and a tail." If Andrew had been standing he might have stomped his foot.

"Now you're being stupid," Neil hissed out (and yeah, actually hissed, his voice got all... hissy... sometimes when he was mad).

Andrew grit his teeth and made a sound kind of like a growl that Neil had once complimented as sounding really monster-like. He wasn't making the sound to impress his friend right now though, he was making it because he was mad and frustrated and scared and... and a lot of things.

Then an idea came to him, sudden and bright and it was so genius it instantly flooded him with hope. His hands darted out and cupped over Neil's, holding both of them around the other boy's tail. "I know!"

"What?" Neil's eyes were wide again, but this time he leaned forward, taken up by Andrew's excitement.

"A witch. We need a witch. A witch can make you blend in over here, and maybe even help us until we're big enough to pass as adults."

Now Neil looked a little afraid, leaning back apprehensively. "A witch? There... there are really witches over here? I heard... I heard they do bad things to monsters."

"Can't be any worse than what monsters do to monsters or people do to people," Andrew reasoned, not willing to give up this opportunity. "Besides, if there really are monsters that live under the bed, there've got to be witches too."

Neil licked his lips, then looked down at their joined hands. He stared at them for a very long time before taking a slow, deep breath, apparently gathering his resolve. Then he nodded and looked up again, meeting Andrew's eyes.

"Okay," he finally said. "We... we'll find a witch. And... and we'll protect each other."

Andrew nodded back. He squeezed Neil's hands in promise. "We will. Forever, Neil. We'll always protect each other."

"Forever," Neil echoed. Then he gave a tiny, sharp-toothed smile. "And always."

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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero 

and. he. will. die. 

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it 

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving 

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks 

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday 

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours 

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’ 

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat 

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro 

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.” 

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat* 

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari 

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver 

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!” 

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs 

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out 

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000 

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed 

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch 

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you 

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells  you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often 

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without�� seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise 

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to 

just an overall gentleman tbh 

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler 

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments 

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated,  she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior 

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day 

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her 

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami 

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence 

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude 

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with 

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together 

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock 

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm 

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you 

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly 

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’ 

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.) 

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there 

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice 

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly 

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’ 

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would   stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder 

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not -  with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it 

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid 

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no 

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t 

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!” 

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy 

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

 “are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand 

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya 

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy 

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved 

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well 

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving. 

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile 

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

[sarcastic-bubbl]

A New Pet

Paring: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: None

Requests:  Could you write something for Cal?🥺 Something fluffy and playful, maybe like teasing each other, having small competitions, goofing around etc (just some examples, you might come up with something cute on your own🤗) - Anon

A/N: I know I had said something about snow and stuff when I first answered this request but I sorta changed my mind. Hope this is cute enough for you anon! 

Masterlist

--:::------::------------------->◇<--------------------::------:::--- "Try relaxing your Shoulders."

"I know how to meditate, Cal." "I know, but you should try relaxing your shoulders more. You look tense." A pair of hands gripped lightly at your shoulders while fingers tried to loosen the myriad of knots that had formed there over the years. "I am tense," you flinched as Cal pushed against a particularly sensitive spot. "Sorry," he mumbled as his thumb rubbed soothing circles into the area," do you want me to stop?" You leaned into his touch and sighed," no. It feels nice." You revelled in his touch. It was soft, just like everything else about him, yet firm. A kiss was placed on the top of your head before strong arms encircled you and held you tight. The sound of a throat cleaning caused you and Cal to jolt apart in surprise. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Asked Cere from the entrance to your room. You mentally cursed yourself for leaving it open. At least then, you would have been able to savour a few more quiet moments with Cal before you opened it. Cal was the first to stand and offered you a hand up while he answered. "Nope. Need our help with something?" "Yes, actually," Cere reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a small datapad, "I have a few things I need. I was hoping one of you would be willing to grab them for me." "Sure, we can do that," responded Cal, reaching for the datapad. Once in his hands, he scrolled through the list. Peeking over Cal's shoulder, you were able to catch a glimpse of what one or two of the items were. "The nearby town should have everything," Cere turned to leave but stopped, "Thank you." You watched as Cere turned out of your room-- likely back to her own. "I don't want-" You were cut off almost immediately. "Come on. It'll be fun." "I thought what we were doing before was fun," you said pointedly. "Please." His eyes were pleading as he spoke. "You can wear one of my ponchos." You sighed as you scoped your bag up from its usual corner. "If you think I can be bribed that easily, you are absolutely right." Your boyfriend's expression broke into that dorky grin of his. The grin you had come to love so much and missed whenever he wasn't around. --:::------::------------------->◇<--------------------::------:::--- The errands themselves were boring. Cal's promise that it would be fun was only kept only in the sense that it was hard to be bored around him. While Cal was purchasing the large basket of goods that would be your food for the next few weeks, you looked idly around the front of the shop. A cluttered announcement board caught your eye. Worn edges and fading colours indicated that many of these posters were old, but one stood out. It looked much newer than the others. The shopkeeper must have noticed you eyeing the poster. "If you two are looking for something to do, I'd suggest checking that out," he gestured quickly to the poster as he spoke. "We have an animal breeder in town. Great guy, really. He's just had a new litter of something. I'm no animal expert myself, so I can tell you what it is for sure, but word on the street is that those little buggers are cute." Cal grabbed the bag in one hand and your hand in the other. "Thanks for the advice. Maybe we'll go take a look." You followed him out of the store and into the warmth of the bright sun. "We're going to go take a look, right?" You asked, turning to face the man at your side. "Sure!" Replied Cal with a smile. You scanned the marketplace. While looking at the poster, you had only caught a glimpse of the breeder's location. Near the end of the road, you were able to make out what looked like an identical poster. It was hard to be sure at this distance, but you felt confident that was where you needed to go. You pointed to the building and began to lead Cal down the road. "This way!" Upon arriving, you were quite pleased to see that you had been right. Hanging next to the colourful poster advertising all the animals the breeder had to offer was a small hanging sign that read 'Open'. Bells clanged against the door as you opened it, mixing with the sounds of various animals. "Welcome!" Greeted a man who was currently trying to coax a palm-sized tarantula into a dirt-filled tank. "Just let me know if you need anything. Oh, and ask before you try and pick anything up. Sometimes the cutest critters have the nastiest bite." The interior of the shop was relatively small but well light and clean. Except for the two windows by the door, the walls were lined with tanks and cages of every size, filled with animals both familiar and new to you. A large cage lining the back wall housed various types of songbirds, all trilling happily. In the center was a pen with an open top. Inside you could make out a group of tiny rodents playing together.  Their long bushy tails made them appear similar to squirrels. Their fur, however, was lighter, and their eyes a deep red. The way they rolled and jumped as they played caught your attention. One of the creatures was nipping at its siblings' tails before scurrying away. It would wait a moment and then repeat the process all over again. You knelt down next to the pen, and Cal followed suit. "You think Greez would let us get one?" You asked. "Probably not. He doesn't even like BD all that much," laughed Cal. "They are pretty cute, though." You reached your hand into the pen to pet one of the small rodents before remembering what the man had said and withdrawing it. Cal nudged you with his elbow. "Not as you cute as you." The day of blushing at every compliment made was long gone, but you still giggle as you pulled yourself to your feet. "I'm going to go ask that man if I can hold one." You walked across the store floor and to the counter the man was working at. He poked the spider gently, trying to push it forward into the enclosure. "I swear, if you try to jump off the counter again, I will let you, and you will die. Is that what you want?" He appeared to be talking to the tarantula. As if in response, the spider bolted past its enclosure and towards you. Without a moment's hesitation and reflexes comparable to those of a Jedi, the man plopped a cup down on top of the large spider. "Sorry 'bout that. It's been a very stressful day for her." Said the man now looking at you. "What can I help you with, miss?" You gestured over to the small rodents. "I was hoping I could hold one." "Ah yes, the Lava Meerkats are very friendly. Just let me show you how it's done." The man led you back to the pen and quickly scoped one of the small creatures up before it had a chance to escape. "Now, just make sure to supports its butt and be gentle. " He handed the animal to you before. "And if your friend here wants to hold one, he's more than welcome too," said the man acknowledging Cal. He turned around and, in a few moments, was back to arguing quietly with his spider. Carefully you handed the meerkat to your companion before kneeling down. Mimicking what you had watched the man do, you quickly grabbed one of your own and held it close to your body. It's fur felt rough against your hands. It wiggled at first but seemed to settle itself into a comfortable position and began licking at your hand. You couldn't help but smile at the tiny animal. Looking over at Cal, it was apparent he was enjoying himself. With the meerkat held a face height, it could lick lightly at the tip of his nose. His grin was broad, and your heart melted at the sight. "Do you think we could sneak one of these on the Mantis?" Cal asked, absolutely beaming. "I thought you said Greez wouldn't like it?" you laughed as the small creature nibbled at your fingertips. Its teeth were so small it tickled. "That's why we sneak it in. He hasn't noticed the bogling yet." You set the animal back down in its pen before sifting through your pockets and pulling out your few extra credits. "Think we have enough credits?" Cal pulled out a handful of his own. "I think we can make it work!" --:::------::------------------->◇<--------------------::------:::--- After purchasing the small Lava Meerkat, you had made a few more stops. The animal had cost less than you had both thought. With the leftover spending money, Cal had purchased a new poncho -- and you a book. As you walked into the Mantis, Cere sat on the large couch. "Were you able to get everything?" She asked as she stood to greet you and Cal. As you passed the bag of supplies off to her, something caught her attention. Unbeknownst to you or Cal, your new little friend had decided to peek its head through the neck of Cal's poncho. In theory, it had seemed like a great hiding place; it wasn't working so well in practice. "What's that?" Cere asked, pointing to the rodent. "A new poncho," replied Cal with a shrug. "No. I'm talking about the small animal. climbing out of it." Neither of you answered. You had been found out far quicker than you had expected you. Cal gently held the meerkat in place against his chest. There was no point in pretending it wasn't there. You waited for Cere to tell you it wasn't welcome, but instead, she said, " just make sure Greez doesn't see it. He's already upset about the bogling."

[honesthammie]

Get to know me!

Part 1

Nickname: Kim, Kimmy, K, Kimbo, Kimberlina

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: No clue but I'd say middle range of 5 foot.

Hogwarts house: proudly Hufflepuff (I took the pottermore test 5 times got slytherin once but Huffle puff 4 times)

Last thing I googled: binary to text translator (I was interested in what one of the dogs toys said as it was a bunch of 1 and 0 on it, turns out a bunch of jibber jabber but I was curious)

Song stuck in my head: Axolotl song by Dream

Number of followers:

Amount of sleep: depends on when I sleep. Can range from 4-12 hours.

Lucky number: 25

Dream job: Dog Groomer

Wearing: a blue shirt that says "an angel of the Lord Castiel" with black wings on it and black and white tracksuit bottoms and lion King socks.

Favourite instrument: I love violins but I personally am a singer on a performance course at university

Spotify or SoundCloud? 

Soundcloud at a push but I mainly use YouTube music

is your room messy or clean?

Not really messy per say, it looks it as its a small room but only mess there are: wires, dirty clothes and a fuck ton of dog fur on floor coz am lazy and haven't hoovered in a while

what color are your eyes?

Blue

do you like your name? why?

Nope. It's too long for me to write my full name down. The boxes and shit are too small for my 25 letters in total full name...

what is your relationship status? 

Single

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Fucked up

what color hair do you have?

Black to dark brown ombre (went that way for pups birthday 8th August)

what kind of car do you drive? color?

I don't drive yet but hoping to soon

where do you shop?

All over...wherever there's deals but mainly Tescos for food and primark/Shein for clothes

how would you describe your style?

All over. I like Gothic punk mainly but that costs more than I believe I am worth but I mainly wear casual fandom shirts and skinny jeans.

favorite social media account

Youtube and Tumblr

what size bed do you have? 

Single cabin bed where I store all my make up (that I hardly wear coz I have no idea how to do anything other than lipstick) and my perfumes and bodymists.

any siblings?

0 human

2 doggie bros

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

Japan coz its awesome

favorite snapchat filter? 

Anything gothicy or the question ones

favorite makeup brand(s)

I don't really care tbh

how many times a week do you shower?

Once a week with my hair coz I heard that is best for it and whenever I feel disgusting or I really need to get in for my body so like twice a week minium although sometimes my depression persuades me to only go in once a week and I know that's not hygienic but it does affect me sometimes. I'll also get in more often if my body hurts or if I'm too hot or too cold to get my body at the right temperature.

favorite tv show?

Doctor who and Supernatural

shoe size?

Flat shoes/sandals: 5 1/2

Trainers/converse: 6

Dockers/boots:6 1/2

sandals or sneakers? 

Sneakers

do you go to the gym? 

No but I wanna

describe your dream date

Its an all day sorta date.

Starts at like 10 in the morning and we get a maccas breakfast in casual outfits. Then we go shopping, not necessarily for clothes but for games and or movies, maybe even some pet stuff. Then it's like 1 in afternoon so we get KFC for dinner. Then we go separate ways for a few hours to get ready for the fancy part of the date. It goes to around 5 and we go to a fancier restaurant and then we go to whatever the nearest big event is, if there is one or we just go to the movies.

how many pillows do you sleep with?

2

do you have a job? what do you do? 

No

how many friends do you have? 

4

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

Bit someone and made em bleed

whats your favorite candle scent? 

Anything fruity or sweet

3 favorite boy names

Dalton

Jensen

Rossi

3 favorite girl names

Ciel

Vanessa

Stella

favorite actor? 

Misha Collins

favorite actress? 

Used to be Evanna Lynch but Jodie Whittaker is amazing!

who is your celebrity crush?

Jodie Whittaker and Misha Collins

favorite movie? 

Oh god I can't decide so imma put sub categories to make it easier

Disney: Brother bear

Dreamworks: how to train your dragon

Non Disney animated: last unicorn

Musical: Oliver!

Action: Knight and Day

Adventure: Bridge to Terabithia

Comedy: 17 again

Fantasy: Harry Potter

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

Yes, Devon the worlds naughtiest dog

money or brains? 

Brains

how many times have you been to the hospital?

Personally for my own needs: 4/5 times?

To visit others: way too many times

top 10 favourite songs:

One for sorrow by Steps

Viva la radio by Lolly

Bad bitch by Bebe Rexa

Team 6 by vanoss crew

Murder on the dancefloor by Sophie Ellis Bexter

Poison by Alice Cooper

Hypnotized by Set it Off

The ballad of Mono Lisa by Panic! At the Disco

The sound of drums by Chameleon Circuit

Stranger things have happened by Random Encounters

do you take any medications daily? 

Nope

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Kinda dry not gonna lie

what is your biggest fear? 

Having no one left and being so alone

how many kids do you want? 

Maybe 1 of each but fuck the painful part nope. Imma adopt plus I skip the nappy parts.

whats your go to hair style?

Everyday is just down but sometimes I put in a high pony, half up half down pony, pig tails/bunches/twin tails, half up half down of pig tails

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

I live in a small house

who is your role model? 

Evanna Lynch just look her up and everything she's been through

what was the last compliment you received?

I can't remember it's been a while

what was the last text you sent?

What time can I come down?

I was asking about time to see my best mate whose like a sister

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

8 coz I heard my parents arguing over where to put the presents but I continued to fake it for a few years until they told me coz I thought it made them happy. They still dint know that I heard em

[crunkumbee]

The Assistant

Illinois x Reader 

Request: yooooo could you write something about the reader (by that i mean the heistsona) becoming an adventurer full time and illinois keeps running into them and eventually being like ‘well you’ve survived this long might as well be my assistant’ with some BIG flirting?

Word Count: 1k

A/N: THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN WRITING FOR MARK AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS PLEASE ENJOY THIS ANON AND LITERALLY EVERYBODY ELSE!!!!

After wandering into a cave after you had stolen a precious artifact from the museum and your partner Mark getting crushed by a rolling boulder you met him for the first time. The ruggedly handsome and narcissistic man that goes by the name of Illinois. He helped you get out of the caves and then you both went your separate ways. You probably would have gone back to your boring old life or died in that cave if it weren’t for him. So that next day you decided to become an adventurer yourself. It couldn’t be that hard. 

On your way to a mountain cave in the himalayas to find an ancient taco stand you heard a familiar voice. 

“Don’t tell me that those sweet cheeks of yours got lost here too.” 

“Illinois?” 

“Hey doll, I know that I’m the handsomest man that you’ve ever seen but you don’t have to follow me around to get some of this.”  

He sauntered over to you with a playful smile painted on his lips. 

“I’m guessing you’re after the ancient taco stand as well?” 

Together you went after the taco stand and found it on top of a mountain. 

“I guess I’ll see you around love, don’t forget that I’m the most wondrous man you’ve ever met.”

“Indeed you are, I’ll see you around.”

It was only a few weeks later that you were looking for Abraham Lincoln’s left sock when you stumbled into each other again. 

“Well not going to lie I didn’t think that you would have made it this long, especially when you look as good as you do, I mean, not nearly as good as me but you do well.”

“You know Illinois, I’m not sure whether or not to take that as a compliment or not.” 

“Not many people know what to do in the presence of a ruggedly handsome and single adventurer. Speaking of which, I truly am surprised that you’ve survived. If you’re up to the task, I think we would make excellent partners! Plus, who wouldn’t want to spend more time with me.” 

“I don’t know there, I don’t think that you would handle all of this.” You said while gesturing to yourself. He seemed truly taken aback by what you had said. No woman had ever had the confidence to reply to his confidence with just as much confidence. He thought it was kinda hot. But alas his ego was too large to tell you that. 

“I think that I could adjust. Now if anybody else saw that two of us together it would be just too much to handle so maybe we should keep it on the downlow while trying to find Abe Lincoln’s left sock.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” 

Together you went off to find the long lost left sock just to find out that it was indeed a right sock! Not what either of you were expecting. After a few more artifacts were recovered you realized that you fell in love with this adventurer. It was hard not to. Illinois had fallen in love with you as well which was odd for him because he was used to just meeting somebody and then moving on without any feelings attached. 

While in another cave looking for the mummified elephants tail the flood suddenly collapsed where you had been standing and if Illinois hadn’t been there to catch your arm, you would have fallen to your death. 

“Don’t you dare think you’re getting out of this partnership that easily.” He said while pulling you back up out of the darkness of that hole that you almost died in. In reality the idea of not being able to see or even save you had scared the shit out of him. It would have been his fault if you got killed. 

“Not gonna lie thought I was gonna die there for a moment. At least the last thing I would have saw was your face.”

You both nervously chuckled as you wipe yourself down and calm your nerves. 

“Y/n I have something to say before we move on.” 

“Whoa there Mr. Serious what is it? I know I almost died and all but you were there to save me and I promise I’m fine.” 

“You could have died and then there would have only been one of us and the idea of losing my very attractive partner scares the hell out of me so watch what you’re doing.”

He was actually concerned about something, well rather someone, other than himself? It was crazy to think that he already cared that much about you. 

“Illinois, look, I’ve had feelings for you for a little while and I just didn’t want to ruin our partnership over it but now that you say that and the fact that I literally almost died says to me that I should tell you now.” 

He looked confused as if it were the first time that a person had ever told him that they like him. Yout thought that you had made the mistake of telling him your secret until he took a step foreward and brought his hand and cupped your cheek. Leaning forward and closing his eyes as you did the same, the moment your lips touched wasn’t something you were ever planning on forgetting. His lips were soft against yours and he knew what he was doing. In that moment you forgot about everything, even the fact that you just about fell to your death.

“So I’m gonna take that as a you like me back sorta thing.” 

“You can take it as you’d like but that would be the one that I prefer over most.” 

You couldn’t help but smile and slightly bite your lip as he grinned back and grabbed your hand before continuing through the cave. 

“So is this going to be our first date or do we wanna go somewhere special m’lady” 

“I honestly don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you.” 

[tarithenurse]

Valentine’s Fool

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!reader Content: All the Fake Dating tropes as well as smut (don’t be a fool, wrap the tool), and some fluff. And cussing. A/N: I never celebrate Valentines, but that shouldn’t stop a good one-shot. Enjoy! 

I should have known it would backfire! Stomping back and forth in the cramped space of the elevator, you barely notice the door opening let alone whoever you march past (accidentally shouldering them) when you hurry to get out before it is too late. Crapcrapcrap.

The hallway is comparable with a long tunnel without discerning details – a fact you logically know not to be true. The boom of the door to your quarters closing is reduced to a soft thud…unfortunately echoed moments later when Sam bursts in.

…   Flashback   …

”ExCUSE ME?!” The words were hurled at you echoing through the kitchen.

Rounding on him, your fists were balled tightly. ”Excuse you? Excuse YOU?” At least he backed up a tiny bit. ”You want me to pretend to be your DATE?! No. Scratch that…your part of a DOUBLE date?”

Having been friends for half a decade, it should not have come as a surprise that Sam had talked himself right into trouble of the most embarrassing kind. Steve, Bucky and you had saved his ass more than once though he rarely got any of you involved before giving some kind of warning. So yeah, of course there was more to it. It was obvious the moment he shuffled the feet, suddenly more interested in the floor than the argument.

“Well…” he mumbled, “I might’ve told my coisin we’re…steady.”

“And then y’wonder why’m NOT won over by the promise of CAKE?”

“It’s the b–“

“I DON’T CARE what sorta cake it is!”

He still managed to slip out “triple-brownie caramel”, and while you might not have cared, your stomach was certainly paying attention all of a sudden. Should’ve had a snack after training. He sensed the shift within you –used to dealing with two super soldier’s food urges – gently nudging the flaring cravings by describing every single detail until drool started to fill your mouth faster than you wanted to swallow.

In the end, he managed to convince you after promising to owing all of two favours – no questions asked.

…

You arrived early on Valetine’s day, bringing a backpack full of random personal belongings and a few real and photoshopped pictures: all of it a part of the elaborate cover story that you, idiotically, had accepted to adhere to. In some twisted way, that was the easiest part because of the many missions in the name of the Avengers. This is too personal, but you would be damned if you gave up now and let down Sam…and miss out on the cake.

…

Everything was pretty much perfect with the setup making the two of you look like a couple sharing places randomly but often, and of course Sam’s cousin (Kaylah) was brilliant and her girlfriend funny. What could have been a tedious evening evolved into something closer to second nature with the only difference being the physical proximity of Sam though small touches and handholding.

There was nothing strange about it, actually. You got physical with Sam (and other Avengers) on a daily basis due to sparring, and movie nights often included semi-wrestling for the good spot on the couch (plus if the movie was boring, people would fall asleep more or less on each other).

“Jeez,” Kaylah admonished Sam, quickly stealing the glass with the last bit of white wine from him and passing it to you, “you gotta learn to share, man.”

Agreeing with her, you winked at the wineless guy. “That’s what I try to tell him…but really he ain’t all bad.”

“Bloody hope not! I taught him ev’rythin’ about datin’ and stuff.”

Kaylah’s girlfriend turned around with terror on her face, making you sober up until: “Oh, I’m so so sorry, sweetie [Y/N]! How did y’ever get this far??”

“Haar haar!” The couple bickered lovingly back and forth, while you enjoyed a chance to usher Sam to the kitchen for more to drink for all of you.

Yes, no hitches in the plan.

Not until Sam (tailed by his cousin) had to squeeze past you in the kitchen, his fingers curling around your hipbone…and it ignited something within, making you sigh a little to audibly. Next thing you knew, the two other women were peeking around the corner (“discreetly”, according to their wine-laced minds) to spy on Sam kissing you.

It was not that you had to kiss to keep a cover. It was not even the fact that it was Sam Freaking Wilson, one of your best friends.

No.

The thing that caught you by surprise was how right it felt as the pretend kiss developed, drawing him closer to you or vice versa. Your little moan, which he swallowed so neatly, did not even register until he pulled away with that soft look in his eyes.

 …   Now   …

“What’s goin’ on? All rest of th’evenin’ t’was like Antarctica sittin’ next to ya! Gotta talk to me, sugar.” The nickname is far from strategic unless his hope is to shut you up instead.

You recover from fish-mode, finding the use of your voice once more. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought it’d be better to cool things down b’fore your cous’ dared you to go further!”

I’m behaving like a teenager! But the little logical voice in your mind is drowned out by the turmoil that is making your knees weak and pushing your heart to beat like you have run a mile. Sam is your friend. He has been for ages and has never ever made a move to indicate that he would be interested in more than a platonic relationship, so it is uncalled for that your body or hormones suddenly want more. Need to get my head straight.

Where you cannot think, the man before you seems plenty capable of it. “Yeah. She dared me…didn’t hear ya complain, though.”

“Wh-…that’s a low blow even for you, Wilson.”

“Maybe, but tell me I’m wrong, then,” he insists, confidently stepping closer, “tell me ya didn’t feel anythin’…t’was just me?”

He has got you against the window, but you are still searching for an answer when his words register with you, playing on a loop until it is certain you heard right.

It is like seeing him in a new light, finally unveiled with every subtle detail on display: the slight gap between the front teeth which is nothing short of perfection because it adds a boyish charm to his smiles; the searching flicker in those warm, dark eyes boring into your soul.

“C’mon, babe…I didn’t just ask ya to help me ‘cause ya like cake…”

“…was a good cake…”

“I can get ya somethin’ better if you’ll let me.”

Hot hands have found yours, skin caressing skin and sending little sparks of comfort with the rush of blood to nestle in your chest, and though your heart still is galloping it is not because of anger anymore. Sam is a hair’s width away. You can smell the coffee on his breath that he had with the triple-brownie caramel cake – both dessert and lips delicious as sin according to your experience. It is impossible to glance at the lopsided smirk and not want to enjoy the gentle greed of his mouth in action one more time.

You do not know when you began nibbling on your lower lip, you just know that he pulls it free from your teeth with the soft brush of a thumb before holding you close enough to feel his heartbeat mix with your own. Wild and passionate. In contrast, the kiss is hesitant as if he is afraid of rejection even now. Or to give me a chance to back out? There is no going back. The bridge is crossed and ablaze, and you are ready to dance in the scorching heat.

“Don’t hold back, please,” you mumble against his lips, moulding against him with a firm grip of his neck and a satisfying squeeze to his butt. What an ass!

As the dam finally bursts, any and all indecision are swept away to make room for pure lust. Sam’s hands are everywhere though favouring your hips in an effort to create friction between your pelvises where an increasingly prominent bulge calls for attention without getting any. Not yet. You are both too busy exploring the reactions conjured by increasingly slobby kisses anywhere with access to skin – so caught up that you barely register when Sam moves you until your calves hit the bed and you tumble onto it. He is out of breath (just like you) with swollen lips and heavy lidded eyes that only let go of you the few seconds it takes to pull the shirt over his head.

Hot damn.

Oh, you have seen him shirtless before and even admitted to yourself then how good looking he is. Gorgeous and off limits – just like all your teammates. Knowing that this time Sam is all yours to touch and adore? It is overwhelming and sends sweet waves of heated impatience to your core. Sitting up, he is only out of reach until grabby hands and a pout has done the job to bring him to stand between your knees.

Rapid fingers manage to make short work of the belt and zipper before he stops you. The roguish charm will be the end of you some day, but you feel more alive than ever as he takes over and removes your shirt before his jeans. A quick lift and shove sends you properly sprawled out on the bed and you obediently lift your hips so he can pull down the skirt and pantyhose in one go.

“Daymn, your sexy too!”

“Is that your way of fishing for a compliment, Wilson?”

Surprise flickers before laughter takes over. “Feel free to shower me with ya sweet words…but I did mean you.” Sam has taken to kiss and caress his way up your legs, giving you a generous view to the flex of his back muscles. “Smart,” he punctuates with a soft bite to the inner thigh, “funny,” once more he pauses, “strong,” this time he has reached the fabric of your underwear and kisses your pussy through it, “everythin’…and fuckin’ gorgeous too.”

The heat, which has been centered around your core, spreads to your face at the sound of the adoring words. Any reciprocating compliment is halted as Sam surges up to reclaim your lips, and amidst dazzling tongue action and teasing bites he tells you, no…begs you, to just accept the praises because “this is all about you, sugar”.

Your friend/lover/partner/boyfriend takes his time to explore all of your body and remove the last bit of clothing, turning you lazily around to trace the length of your spine or seat you in his lap while his cock nestles between the folds until you moan in delirious anticipation. By the time he finally aligns with your craving pussy, Sam hands have massaged their right into every cell of you – traced it onto your clit with his tongue.

“Yeah?” It is a whisper against your throat.

“Yes,” you confirm, already anchored to him with bruising grips. Oh, yes please!

With all of his attention tuned in to your reactions, the gentle lover eases his cock in as he takes time for both of you to adjust before the game of learning continues. Each of you chase the keening sounds of the other as bodies find a common rhythm and soon, surprisingly so, the coil in your core snaps to release waves of pleasure.

A guttural groan escapes Sam, “Oh, fu-uck!” You can barely feel through your own high how he stutters, face buried in the crook of your shoulder. “Damn, princess…”

When he resurfaces to meet your gaze moments later, you can see a hint of chagrin in his eyes.

“You’re amazing!” You do not give him time to protest. “It’s hard to ‘magine round two’s going to be even better now the pent up need’s blown.”

Sam’s crooked smirk is back in a second. “I’m sure we can beat all records, sugar.”

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

Beehaw sequel

@biggreenneatbox asked for a continuation using the prompt “That got a lot more complicated than it needed to be.”

I don’t usually write fight scenes so I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy 😊

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“Aw, c’mon, sugar. How about you take a seat right here?”

Blake, from the corner of her eye, could see Yang gritting her teeth. The cowgirl didn’t usually intervene when the saloon staff were having issues. She knew that they could handle it. But she also had a very low tolerance for the crowd that takes to harassing the women who worked there.

Yang certainly made for an intimidating figure if you didn’t bother to get to know her. Tight blue jeans, a well fitted plaid shit with the sleeves rolled up to reveal biceps that could definitely lift a tractor, mud caked boots and a hat with the brim pulled way down low. Not many people tried to tango with her.

But because she was a city slicker, some folks tended to think that Blake was more… demure when it came to such things. But despite how feminine she dressed at work, what with her tight, black corset and mid-shin length skirt, she knew how to handle herself and she appreciated that Yang respected that.

“Sorry, honey.” Blake said mockingly, the endearment sounding closer to “fuck off” more than anything. “But I’m a lady. We don’t sit with shit.” Blake grinned sharply when the man sputtered. “Now shut the fuck up and drink your drink. Oh and one more thing?” She crooned, leaning down onto table, tray in hand, when she saw his eyes dart over to one of the other younger barmaids. “If you so as much as look at one of my girls wrong, I will make you wish your mama never gave birth to you. Am I clear?”

The man leaned back in his chair and looked away, a furious snarl on his face. Blake narrowed her eyes and, quicker than a rattler, grabbed his chin and forcefully made him look at her. She knew what it was like to be ensnared by a man like him and she was not about to let one of her employees, whom she considered to be like her sisters, be sent down a similar path.

“I believe I asked you a question. Now, I was told you country folk are real polite. So how about you show me some of that southern hospitality and answer it?”

“Yes, ma’am. Crystal clear, ma’am.”

Blake narrowed her eyes for a moment and pulled back.

“Good. Lovely chatting with you, gentlemen, but I have a job to do.”

And with that, she walked behind the bar and placed her tray down, grabbing a rag and cleaning the counter as Yang walked up to her.

“Well, that was a thing.” The blonde drawled, tipping her hat up to look at Blake with a pleased grin. “You were right. You can handle yerself. I’m pretty sure I sure piss running down his leg.”

“Why, Miss Xiao Long.” Blake said, playfully poking her friend on the nose. “Those sorts of compliments might land you in trouble.”

“Oh? What sorta trouble?” Yang said leaning forward, smirking. Blake mimicked her, letting their noses brush.

“The kind that bites.” Blake murmured, clacking her teeth together just a hair length away from the cowgirl’s nose, delighting in the surprised squeal that followed.

“Hey, no-“

“Well, well, well, boys. Look what we got here. The boss was right. ‘Er whelp is right here. How’s ‘bout we show ‘er what happens when you show our boss no manners.”

“Blake. Get the girls in the back. This is goin’ to be a real storm and I don’ want y’all caught up in it.”

Blake took one look at the men who had walked. Bandits. She quickly ushered the other women into the cellar before grabbing her skirt and quickly and expertly wrapped it around each of her legs and tied it off, forming makeshift trousers. Why Ozpin insisted on dresses would always piss her off. More now than ever.

“C’mon, boys. We don’ want any altercations. Leave and y’all can go back to Raven with no injuries.”

A shot rang out and Blake moved, running behind the bar as the brawl started and sliding along the ground to grab her glock pistol (briefly uttering a silent thank you to her mother) and stood up, covering Yang as she leapt over the counter and took cover. Blake ducked down as a stream of bullets were sent her way.

“I thought I tol’ you to get to cover!” She growled, pulling out her revolvers and loading them.

“Technically, you only told me to get the girls in the back.” Blake shouted as she leaned up to take out a couple of the bandits and ducked for cover again.

“Yer a real smartass.” Yang huffed, as she took out a woman who had a gun… with a knife tapped to it? What in the name of the Brothers was that shit?! “Yer smart. You know exactly what I wanted.”

“Eh. I’ve never been one for following orders. Why do you think my rap sheet so long?” Blake smirked as they both reloaded and stood up, vaulting over the table. As they landed, Blake grabbed a tea tray and hurled it one of the men. When he stumbled, she ran forward and used her momentum to jump up and swing around his neck and pull him backwards, choking him out until he passed out. When a silver haired woman tried to stab her, she dodged and threw a right swing at her, effectively knocking her out. She heard Yang let out an snort and turned to see her fighting five men at once, expertly ducking under flying fists and striking until there were only two and sending her feet slamming into one’s head and her fist into the other’s jaw, flattening them in no time flat.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see…” their leader frowned, his gun jamming. Blake cocked a hip and crossed her arms, a smirk forming on her lips. This poor, sorry son of a bitch.

“You can call me sweetheart…” Yang drawled, advancing on the man and wrapping her hand around his throat and aiming one of her revolvers to his head. “Or you can call me sir.” She finished in a snarl.

“Yes… sir.” He choked out, gasping lightly.

“Yer gon’ tell Raven that if she ever sends her men my way again, I’ll burn her to the ground. Ya hear me, boy?” Yang growled, voice low. A stark contrast to the woman that Blake had wrapped around her little finger.

“I hear ya, sir!”

Yang let out a thoughtful hum before leading him to the door. Blake followed, ready to shoot if any other bandits were waiting outside.

“Now git. I don’ want to see yer face ‘round here again.”

And with that, she threw him down the stairs. They watched him run off with his tail between his legs. Yang then walked over to the railing, turned her back to it and leaned against it, staring at Blake with a raised eyebrow.

“So…my city slicker knows how to fight.” She said softly, smile warm and tired.

“Oh… your city slicker, huh?” Blake crooned, enjoying the fact that the cowgirl immediately got flustered.

“Uh- I’m- I mean-“

“Oh this is cute. You can fight a bunch bandits off and win in a five to one fight but you’re so easy to fluster.” Blake teased, coming up to the cowgirl and leaning in, hands on her shoulders.

“Only with you.” Yang whispered, face going red. Blake felt her heart stutter. “Maybe you jus’ know what to do to mess wi’ me cuz this ain’t the first life we’ve met in.”

Blake ducked her head, suddenly seeing what the shoe looked like on the other foot. It had been easy, light flirtation until now. Nothing too serious. But she felt the pull from the moment she met the cowgirl, seeing her with a split lip and a cheeky grin.

“Maybe not.” She whispered back, lifting her head to lean in closer to Yang’s mouth. She felt the other woman’s hands rest on her hips, as easily as though they were made for each other. “But I’m certainly glad that I’ve got you in this one.”

And with that, she pressed forward, kissing Yang softly as a pleased hum escaped her. Yang tilted her head, deepening the kiss as her hands ran up Blake’s back.

Blake, however, didn’t want to make things too easily. So she gave a sharp shove against her cowgirl’s chest, knocking her over the railing and into the water trough.

“B-Blake! What the hell?!” Yang yelled up at her, confused.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I told you that this’ll keep happening if you scare off my patrons.” Blake laughed leaning in the rail and leaning her arms on the railing. “Tonight is no different. Although,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess it wasn’t your fault.”

“That got a lot more complicated than it needed to be, I’ll admit. But now I gotta ride back to the ranch all wet.” Goddamn that pout.

“You could always come back to my place and dry off?” Blake suggested before narrowing her eyes at the playful grin. “And I do mean just mean dry off.”

“Of course.” Yang smiled up at her as she wiggles out of the trough. “I plan on wooing you first.” The charm didn’t land because, as Yang tried to step out, her horse, Ember, came over and bumped Yang with her head, bringing the blonde crashing down to the dirt. The horse almost appeared amused.

“Wow. I can feel the wooing. I am wooed. Carry me away into the sunset, oh hero of mine, for my knees are weak.” Blake drawled sarcastically.

“Shuddup.”

“Make me.”

Blake let out a laugh as Yang jumped up to give chase.

“Yang! No.”

“C’mere! I jus’ want a hug!”

Maybe things did get more complicated than she expected. But she was more than okay with that.

[kariachi]

Okay, I was already blaming @petrosapian for this Gwengit run but I am definitely blaming her for this fic because I am not taking the fall for this.

Sweet and relatively soft Gwengit fluff.

~~

The day is Valentines, the first one where Argit and Gwen were maybe kind’ve sorta an item rather than just sharing the one beautiful disaster, and they had agreed to attempt to do it properly. As properly as they could. Which probably wasn’t much, honestly. Of course there have been the presents for Kevin (flowers from both ends, now that Gwen has finally given up on giving their boyfriend anything else to spite Argit and his advice), but for each other had been…

Well.

She’d never admit it, but the generic and cheap gold-tone earrings spoke a lot to Gwen’s struggle to find a proper present. And Argit couldn’t even give her a properly excessive amount of shit about it because not only did they agree to try to tone it down for the holiday, but also he’d straight forgotten it was coming up until Kevin’s flowers arrived, having been ordered exactly one year in advance specifically because Argit couldn’t track dates if his life was on the line. He had nothing- nothing- ready.

Thankfully, he had not- with Kevin’s thoroughly amused help- bluffed his way through several years of gift giving occasions for nothing. Gwen could not be allowed to learn of this weakness, he would never survive. No, he’d sent messages, called in minor favors, to make his first idea work and work fast.

Sat with her arms and legs crossed, having been not-so-patiently waiting on him, Gwen raised an eyebrow as Argit dropped a spare piece of scrap metal dotted with various colors of body paint on the coffee table.

“I swear if this is some sort’ve kink thing,” she said, though her tone was more curios than anything. Still, Argit flopped down on the couch beside her more forcefully than was exactly needed, snapping his jaws in her direction.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Red,” he replied, “it’s-” And he wasn’t really sure how to finish that thought. Kevin was easy, hopelessly romantic at heart with flowers sitting in the sweet spot where receiving them both made him feel loved instead of just setting off those overactive warning bells, but Gwen… Things were new with Gwen, and while he knew the things she liked as gifts the problem was that he tended to give those just, at random. Whenever he found them. She expected more for a holiday, though, and when it came down to it all he’d been able to think of under the time crunch was this. “It’s an Erinaen thing.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Okay,” she asked, looking at him like she didn’t fully believe him, “where do we start then?”

“You start by relaxing for once in your damn life,” Argit said, pushing her shoulder into the couch for emphasis, “so I can work.” She glowered at him, but did as requested. Only once she was relaxed back in her seat, arms and legs uncrossed, did he turn to the paint. She wore blues, mostly, and greens seemed to be popular among humans with her colors, so he would start with those. He gathered up a bold blue on his finger and thought back to his only point of reference for all this, trying to figure out what to do.

“Well,” Gwen asked after a moment and Argit sighed through his nose. His Pa’s, definitely. Both his parents had been horrible, but he would gnaw off an arm before Gwen shared anything with his Ma, even just a painted design. He took her chin in his hand, slowly, and shifted her head so he could get a better look at her face. The look would have to be adjusted to accommodate for the lack of a long muzzle but, he could make do.

“Hold still.” She didn’t, face twitching when the paint touched it. “What did I say?”

“Cut me some slack, I hardly even wear makeup.”

“Well maybe you should start.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he snapped his teeth again, more gently, before going to work. He started above one corner of her mouth, carefully painting a thick blue line around her nose and up over her eyebrow before bringing it back down to curve beneath her ear. Then, he repeated the process on the other side of her face and paused, for just a moment. “Take off your shirt?”

“What?” She gave him another suspicious look. He rolled his eyes.

“I can get the design right either way, but it’ll be easier and work better if I can see your back,” Argit explained, and though Gwen clearly didn’t entirely trust his honesty she again listened, turning her back to him as she stripped off her top. “Thank you.” The bra was still in his way, but that was much easier to work around than a whole shirt.

“So,” she asked as he continued the first line from before, skirting around her hair as he took it down the back of her neck, across the shoulder blade, and down the outer length of the arm, “this is an Erinaen thing?”

“Yeah. Fur makes tattoos unpopular, and makeup too, so you dye it in temporary patterns.” Her foot began tapping with pent-up energy as he reached her hand, running a line down to each finger and spiraling it around them. He couldn’t blame her, and was happy to take his time with the other side so she couldn’t see his tail twitching. This was intimate behavior, a form of mutual grooming, reserved for family, partners.

It was a spur of the moment plan, but that didn’t make it not a big deal.

“Family got hold of some dye once, back in the Null Void,” he continued as she leaned to the side, trying to avoid getting paint on the couch, “parents painted each other up all pretty. Got pissed later when us kittens got into it.” The memory was one of the few good ones from back then, before freedom and Kevin. The youngest litter still in the pouch, he and the rest of his siblings painting each other as best they could with literally no prior experience. He couldn’t help smiling at it, and it showed in his tone. “I was rainbow for a week.”

Gwen laughed at the image, and Argit was forced to join her when all she could say was “Argicorn.”

“Better than Niu, their fur was darker, they looked like an oil slick.” Her snickering got worse and he took the time to wipe the blue paint from his hand with one of Kevin’s handkerchiefs, replacing it with green.

“Reminds me of when I was little,” she said as he began working on her wrists, two alternating, broken lines of green wrapping around each one, “me and one of my cousins once got into grandma’s makeup. Aunt Abigail actually screamed when she saw the mess we made of ourselves, but I’m pretty sure grandma still has the pictures.”

“Kittens,” Argit snickered, “you take your eyes off them for five minutes…” Wrists done, time for some simple circles around the junction where shoulder met arm, and then “Turn around again, and move the bra some, I need collarbone access.”

“’Take off your shirt, Red’,” she griped as she scooted away from the back of the couch and did as asked, ‘move your bra, Red’, I swear if this is a kink for you-”

“Then I wouldn’t just sneak it on you and you know it.”

“I’m going to have to trash this bra anyway, you know.”

“You poor, tortured soul.” The collarbone portion was pretty simple, actually, just one line. Down one collarbone, up the side of the neck, along the jaw, then down the other side to the end of the opposite collarbone. For good measure, he traced out the bottom edge of her nose, around the nostrils and tip.

“So, your parents did this for each other,” Gwen asked as he cleaned off the green and began mixing red and orange to get the accent shade that’d settled in his mind. He mrrped an affirmative. “That’s…” Her foot tapped harder. “It’s sweet. I think the most romantic thing I ever saw my parents do was cuddle on New Years. It’s nice they were so openly in love.” Argit wasn’t entirely sure how much love there ever really was between them, though he certainly wasn’t going to say it. Besides, after eighteen children and how long in the Null Void, who knew.

“Just remember, they made me,” he said instead, taking up some red-orange and quickly painting the webbing between her fingers, connecting her collarbones with a line that swept down between her breast and back up.

“They managed at least one semi-decent thing then,” she replied. Argit started, then hid his brief surprise with a toothy smirk.

“I knew the earrings were a decoy gift.” She mimed swatting at him with a smile of her own, a fitting distraction from her face having gone pink- probably from the strain of sort’ve complimenting him. He just turned to the last order of business, a trail of red-orange dots running up either side of her nose, as far up as he could get them, and

And

Well.

He’d been moving around on the couch, but that was when Argit finally got up from it entirely, backing away so he could get a good view. The lines served to emphasize her movement, especially at the hands, and lengthened her throat, her face, her nose. His head tilted to one side, ears twitching.

“You’re, kinda pretty, Red.” She looked about as surprised as he felt, or maybe that was the paint making every confused twist catch the eye. It was certainly a new concept for him. Sexual attraction he had felt towards humans before- though never Gwen, despite his fondness for her- but aesthetic attraction… Kevin hit some points with his piercings, universally wonderful smile, and exotically dark brown eyes, but Gwen at that moment was a whole different basket of grubs. He couldn’t have told you if it was the familiarity of the design, the way the colors worked together on her, or some deep-seated need for something Erinaen in his life latching on, but Argit quickly found himself crossing the space again, pressing his nose against her throat.

He hated her perfume, was pretty sure that was why she kept buying it, but at that moment it was kind’ve worth putting up with.

“I oughta doll you up more often.” One of her hands fiddled with his mane and he felt a tinge of annoyance knowing his work was getting smudged already.

“My mom would throw a fit.” The smirk came back to his muzzle.

“So you agree with me.” She tugged gently at one of his ears, pulling him away. The shoddy attempt at a frown and glower couldn’t hide the fondness emanating off her, at a level they two of them generally didn’t show to each other’s faces. A level Argit knew perfectly well he was matching.

“Don’t flatter yourself, rat.”

[gfhanji]

2020 Appreciation

I felt so bad with everyone making posts and I was lazy and planned not to but here I am

@nakamowoto hello chellie!! My twin, I wanted to tell you that I love you to death, and beyond that, for everything you’ve ever done for me. We met at a pretty shitty time, I had just broken up with someone and I was convinced everyone I ever knew hated me, but you swooped in after I liked your posts and picked me right up without you even knowing how much you were helping me. You’ve always dealt with my ass somehow. Okay, but for real, I don’t know where I’d be without you. You’re one of my (if not the) best online friends I have ever made. You’ve arguably made my century.

@yeetyouhoes hey danny!!! I love you so much, you don’t even know. You have also unknowingly helped me through so much more than I can name, and if I had to name the person I trust the most, I would easily think of you first. For real, I could jump off a building and know 100% you’d be there to catch me. You’re so real and genuine, and you always seem to know what’s best. I look up to you in a lot of ways, and I know I’ve told you this before, but I see you like an older brother. I never want to lose you, because you’re just so special. You’re a friend that someone would only meet once in a lifetime.

@defsigh nideen!!! Hey boon, I really love you. In the old group chat, you immediately stood out from everyone else, and I just knew I had to make you my friend. You have the funny kind of energy that is just, welcoming? comforting? I think that’s how I’d describe you best, comforting. You have something about you that I feel like I’m used to, like I could go to you for anything at any time and know you’d always be the same person. You are always what anyone needs, serious, smart, hilarious, and you always know whether I’m joking or being serious, and that makes me feel close to you.

@veckvontour izzy! hello! My dear child, I wish I could tell you in words how much you actually mean to me. I know I met you as one of the last people I ended up being close with on tumblr, but you seem like one of the first people I’ve met. I had to much fun introducing you to the nine guys I feel the most passionate about, and watching you become the fan that you are today. I know I’m not the same person as your old best friend, and I can’t touch you or make physical memories, but I will never hurt you, and our friends will never abandon you. I hope that in time I and the others can slowly heal the wound she left, and be friends until we’re wrinkly and old.

@sweetchaos-yk hey nakecia! You’re one of the people we don’t always appreciate on the group chat, but I hope you know that you’re so special. It’s been a wild ride for me by the way of our friendship. I used to think you were sorta like heart, serious and responsible and everything but at the end of the day, you’ve become one of the most hilarious people I’ve met on tumblr. You always manage to make inside jokes and laugh along with us and it doesn’t feel right if you aren’t with us. You always end up being part of our dumb inside jokes and I have no clue how we would’ve ended up if you weren’t a part of the boons.

@thatadorkablegirl shanni! You’re the rubber band of our group, holding us together so strongly, making sure we’re always okay and knowing exactly what to do if we aren’t. I know that sometimes I forget to ask if you’re okay too, and I know that I need to start to check up on your well being more too. It breaks my heart so much when you aren’t happy, because you mean lots to me and try so hard to keep all of us happy. You’re an angel, I swear to it, an absolute angel. You are someone I aspire to be. Caring, kind, stunning, and everything else under the book, that’s what you are. You are special. I love you.

@ethereal-bean heart! I know I don’t talk to you much anymore and haven’t checked up on you, but I love you so much, and I hope you know that. You’ve always been there for everyone, holding us all to eachother like glue. You always think about others feelings and know what’s best for everyone. You never talk badly about others, only truth, and seem to always have a compliment waiting to give to others. Again, I really do look up to you. I hope that one day I can be as generous as you, able to give to others and never ask for anything in return.

@lucyhasproblems hey lucy! I know we never talk one on one, but you’re an awesome person, and another person that I feel so unbelievably close to. You’re so funny yet so witty, literally the definition of a powerful woman. You can be intimidating at times despite how much I deny it, but I always realize that you’re actually so sweet and loving, and I love it when you come online. You have strong opinions and a strong voice, and it seems like literally everyone here loves you. I really hope that being your friend rubs off on me a little bit, because I could really use your endless knowledge and powerful presence. I love you.

@chanswish bambi, I know we don’t talk much anymore, and I hope you know I’ll come back to tumblr soon. When I met you, I immediately knew that you’d fit like a glove into our group. I felt such a welcoming aura around you, and like I could honestly say any opinion or statement I wanted and you’d be totally chill with it. I feel so protective over you now, and it’s probably my mom instincts to the young one, but I need to hug you and make sure you are never harmed by anyone. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, and how close and open I felt to you in such a short amount of time. I want you to know that I love you to death.

To the group,

Hey boons. It’s been roughly what? Three months? Since I met you. From sitting at my kitchen table choking on my ramen on a group chat as I talk about toes and foot fetishes, to texting you all and making edits of the rat tail lover, you have never ever failed to make my day. Each and every one of you are so, so special to me in your own ways. Without a doubt I can say that you guys have made my 2019. I wish I could scream it at all of you, cry and sob and hug you all so tight and go on for hours and hours about how strong my love for all of you is, but sadly, we only have met online. That’s funny, isn’t it? The ones who are states, even countries away, end up being the best people I have ever met, the ones I want to hug the most, the ones that I trust with my life. I wish life could be convenient, and just put us all in the same neighborhood or perhaps make us all siblings. But life isn’t that, is it? But honestly, sometimes I like it this way, because I know that our friendship is so strong, that no matter how much distance we have between ourselves, that we will always be a family. We will always support one another despite being thousands and thousands and thousands of miles away, ready to lift one another up, make each others day, and joke around and not judge one another. I feel so lucky being able to know each and every one of you, and I hope that you all know exactly how special you are. I hope we can go into 2020 together, watch eachother grow, watch eachother change, and learn to stick together in this wild journey of life. I hope we can end 2020 and say that no matter what kind of year we have had, that at least we have eachother.

With that, no matter your time zones, I wish you a happy New Years.

[fandomsumthing]

Halloween Fright

Trigger warning: fake gore, could get kinda creepy (not really), slight Parksborn.

Enjoy!

~<🎃>~<👻>~

October 31st, Halloween. Kids out going door to door collecting candy or egging houses. Teens watching horror movies or going to parties because they think their too old to be out and getting that sweet treat. Well, some teens.

Adults either watching over their children or at that more adult parties or asleep. No need to celebrate it other than just to have fun. Especially for those secret heroes.

Speaking of which, a certain secret spider was sitting in his room, staring in the mirror, doing horror make up with music playing in the background. Peter had plans to met up with Harry that night for one of those Halloween parties. It was at this little area of woods that was usually rented out for these types of parties. Of course he knew that Gwen, Anya, and Miles would be there so he wouldn't have to follow Harry around like a lost puppy.

He was also told to dress scary. Apparently this party had a contest and you'd win by scaring the most people. If you get scared you're out.

"I'm not striding to win, but I am going to scare some people." Harry had told him over the phone. By people, Peter knew he meant the him. He used to jump out at him at random when they were kids. Peter would act like he wasn't scared even after screaming.

It had been like that for years, but now Peter had an upper hand with his spider-senses. And some other qualities as well. A few months back, his late night scrolling had him watching some special effects videos and that made him want to try it. So he did, and he had practice for quite some time now. If he wasn't ashamed to admit that he was good at it. But no one knew that except for May, who had walked in on him when he was trying out a zipper face.

If he didn't know that he's reflection was his, he'd probably scream. He was aiming for a zombie look and he succeeded. His had fake blood focused in one area to mimic being bashed in. His face look normal, beside the blood the flowed down from the fake bash, until it got down to his nose and under. It looked like the flesh was skinned off of his face, leaving a bloody mess. He was so glad that he was wearing an old shirt because the fake blood had dropped down his neck and trickled down the front of his shirt.

There was a fake bite mark on his arm that could be seen through one of the rips in his hoodie.It was going to be thrown away so might as well use it for something, right?

It looked mostly complete except for one thing, his eyes. He had been avoiding this part, but he knew that it wouldn't look quite right without them. He had gotten foggy contacts for his eyes to complete the dead look. He bought them with his own money as soon as he was told about the party at the beginning of the month. He had gotten them to fit the circumference of his eyes so he could wear them the whole night without any problems. (Looking at you cosplayers, make sure you know to get your eye sized by a doctor.)

Taking a deep breathe, Peter held his eye open and placed the contact in. He moved it around and then looked in the mirror. Yup, starting to look complete. His normally green eye was now heavily shaded with a grey color, but the green coil still be seen slightly. He then repeat this with the other.

Finally done Peter got up, turning off his radio and taking his phone off the charger. He was ready to scare the absolute shit out of some people.

"I'm leaving now, May!" Peter called as he walked down stairs.

"Okay! Have fun! And stay away from drunks! They could mistake you for an actual zombie!" May called back from the kitchen, catching a glimpse of her nephew. "Maybe put your hood up for the way there? Not that I don't like it, just so if any of your friends see you they don't ruin the surprise for everyone there." She added.

Peter stopped before leaving. "Genius as always." Peter smiled and pulled his hood over his head then leaving.

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The way there was full of stares, compliments, and scares for some. He had actually gotten stopped by a mother who had tried to make him feel bad for scaring her son, which was not the chase. The kid was actually really intrigued with his make up. Other than that interaction, his way there was all around great.

Getting there was exciting but also worry some because there was only one person standing in front of the forest. Peter recognized her as the host, Maggie. She was wearing devil horns and a tail. She was wealthy to a point and always threw holiday parties, but this was the first Halloween one. She had made it clear that she was participating because she was the one giving out the prize and handing out the refreshments.

"Hey Maggie, where's everyone else?" Peter asked, getting her to look up. She jumped back with wide eyes.

"Jeez! Wow! That's so cool, Peter! Everyone is scattered throughout the trees, the scaring part hasn't started yet. It'll be starting soon, though, so you best get in there!" Maggie said and motioned to the forest. Peter nodded and headed in.

He kept his hood up and just continued to walked with his head down until he knew he was totally alone. Once he was, he took off the hood and unzipped his hoodie, letting it slide down one arm. He knew that it would slide down farther during the night, but zombies don't really care if their jackets are falling off. He then messed up his hair some more so that his face could be seen, but his eyes were slightly hidden through the mess. He also made sure his shoes were tied, he didn't want to trip.

As one could tell, Peter was in it to win it. He was quite sure why himself why we wanted to win so badly, but now knew he just wanted to. Though, he wouldn't be mad if he lost either. But it would make his night great if he did.

"Hello lovely people!" Maggie's voice boomed from the hidden speakers. "Welcome to the first ever scare contest! We have a few simple rules! Touching is allowed, but no touching those special parts because of you do you're creep and definitely won't win with that type of creepy! Try sticking to the arms and calf of the legs for those on the ground! You can climb trees, but be careful! And try not to drop directly on someone! Oh! And no hitting or fighting. If you are scared by a tree or a squirrel and not by an actual person, you are still in. If you get scared, please go to the far back to the actual party area with your hands up in order not to be scared by other people, though they might still scare you because why not! And I know that some of you will try lying and saying you didn't, so your scream or you're fearful cussing will be podcasted through this very PA system! Before I let this begin, the safe word is Ghost! If heard, people around them please help them to the back to be assisted by medical students or to get them water. Last one standing wins the big prize! You all must be asking yourselves, 'what is it?' Well, a part of it is money! Now that is all said and understood, let the scaring begin in 3... 2...1!" Maggie ended it with an maniacal laugh.

With the game officially starting, everything became slightly tense but mostly exciting. He began walking slowly, taking in every thing around him. He knew Miles would be in the trees already so that he appeared taller. Harry was most likely looking for him. Gwen was probably charging at people.

But Anya, oh she was his rival in winning and he hated not knowing what she could be doing right now. They had made it clear to each other that they both wanted to win. They had even "trashed talked" each other. Well, not really trash talk, more like silly school yard insults. Anya did say, however, that Peter was the least threatening person, other than Miles, in the friend group. Everyone else agree, except for Miles who had seen Peter in full on rage before. But that little comment got Peter to actually do the bite mark on his arm.

Needless to say that he was mostly targeting her, but was willing to scare anyone in his way. He learned that it's better to make scary noises then actually scream so that he could keep his voice. And that walking slowly does set people on edge before running at them. The whole thing is to conserve energy to be able to keep scaring.

He kept walking for a few minutes before feeling his senses go off slightly, not for danger but as a warning of someone approaching. He stopped in his tracks and looked from side to side calmly, knowing that whoever it was they were approaching from behind him. He continued walking. Their foot prints came closer and Peter could hear their slight chuckle.

He could see the shadow of their hand rising in order to touch is shoulder. Now. Peter turned around fast, a smile spread across his face, now staring, his eyes wide to show of more of the white, at the guy with a werewolf mask and gloves. The guy had obviously not seen Peter's face and let out a shriek, and it was repeated on the loud speaker. "The first one to fall!" Maggie's voice came after it. The guy in the werewolf mask reached up to take his mask off, revealing Flash Thompson. His face still a little shaken.

"Good job on that." He said, putting his hands up in a surrendering fashion and giving Peter a slightly smile. Peter returned it with a proud one.

"Thank you, Thompson. I was planning on doing this for our study sessions." Flash's face instantly dropped which got Peter to laugh. "I'm just kidding!" Flash nodded and walked away with his hands up.

The game carried off like that for an hour. People's screams coming from the loud speakers, some being caused by Peter. He could see other with their hands up going to the back to the party. Their costumes were scary, but they mostly look like they were made on a eighth graders budget. Well, Peter's was sorta in that cost range too, but he had been doing this makeup for months before he even knew of the party. Practice makes better.

A few of them spotted Peter creeping from behind a tree and they cussed loudly or jumped or just speed up their pace. Pretty funny in Peter's opinion. He saw Gwen and Miles walking back with their hands up, and he decided against scaring them out right. Tying his jacket around his waist, he started approaching them from the back, putting his hands in his front jean pockets.

"Who got you guys?" Peter asked which got them to stop. They turned there heads, smiles on their faces. Gwen had scales on her cheeks and forehead with damp hair and Miles had fangs in and a half assed suit.

"Harry got me- HOLY SHIT!" Miles yelled , fully looking at Peter now. Gwen was too and gave a surprised gasp.

"Did you do that yourself?" Gwen asked, her impressed eyes scanning over Peter.

"Nah, got hit by a car on the way here." Peter quipped, crossing his arms with a smirk.

"At least you didn't fall out of a tree like Miles here." Gwen nudged Miles, Miles grimacing at the ground. Gwen just unknowingly gave him grip practice for a week.

"Of course you did. Didn't you say Harry got out?" Peter asked Miles, who nodded. "Can you point me in his direction?"

Miles pointed down one of the trails. "He was there when he got me, I'm sure if you keep walking you'll find him." Miles mumbled.

"Thank you kindly." Peter said, saluting his friends as he walked away. He then stopped, "Oh, and Miles. Monday." He could hear Miles groan as he continued on his way.

As he continued down the path, he heard a scream from farther down the path that was echoed on the loud speakers. He could see a figure walking at him with their hands up. It wasn't Harry, he was slightly taller. As he got closer, Peter could see his ripped clothes and drawn on stitches that lead up to Shammas.

He looked up and met Peter's gaze, and he was obviously about to scream or yell something until Peter covered his mouth and brought his other hand up, his index finger pressed against his lips.

"Sorry, just tell me, is Harry back there?" He asked and Shammas nodded, raising a question eyebrow. Peter smiled and lowered his hand from his mouth as he got an idea.

"My guess is that he scared you, you want to get him back?" Peter asked and Shammas thought about it.

"But I'm out." Shammas said, still questioning Peter. He'd met him before, but he wasn't like this. Like, here he presented himself with more confidence while in his bloody attire. It was almost frightening.

"I know, I just need you to get his attention and I'll scare him." Peter explained. Yup, definitely frightening.

"Alright." Shammas nodded.

~<🎃>~<👻>~

Harry walked in a circle. He had his area that he was comfortable in. Sure, moving around could get him a chance to scare Peter, but he also didn't want to.

Peter wasn't weak, but his costume of a drown victim was really convincing to some people. He didn't think Peter would be able to look at him like this. Plus, his sit and wait approached was working excellently. He got about ten people just laying in wait. At this point he could just sit back and-

"HARRY HELP!" He heard Shammas yell. It didn't sound like a fake cry for help. His voice sounded panicked. He also couldn't get him out if he was trying to scare him, so why would he even try?

"Shammas?" Harry yelled back. No answer. He called out again, this time moving towards where Shammas voice had came from.

As he approached, he could see a figure on the ground. As he got closer, he could see that the figure laying down on the ground was Shammas, who was laying with his eyes shut. He wasn't knocked out, just laying there.

"Shammas, what the hell are you-" Before he could finish, he was face to face with a bloody face. "Looking a little wet aren't we?" The voice was rough.

Harry fell back "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Harry screamed. It was then replayed and that's when he realized he was out. He looked at Shammas who was laughing on the ground. He caught a look at Harry's red face and got up and ran still laughing, knowing that as soon as Harry got to the party, he'd chase him down.

Harry then looked at his scarer, about to chew his ear off when he was met with Peter's smiling and giggling face dangling upside down, his arms hanging down by his head. Harry looked up and saw that his legs were wrapped around the a branch.

"Peter?" He gasped and he got a nod with a giggle accompanying it. Of course it was bloody and unsettling for Harry, and a bit too real looking, but if anyone could make a zombie look cute it was Peter.

"How'd you? When did you? What?" Peter began laughing harder at Harry's confusion.

"I'm a man of many talents, Harold." He said smiling. Harry laughed and put his hands on Peter's checks, catching Peter off guard and getting him to stop laughing.

"That you are Parker." Harry leaned in and Peter closed his foggy green eyes. Peter felt at bliss just like that, but he didn't get the kiss he was now longing for. He lost the warmth of Harry's hands, which caused Peter to open his eyes. He saw Harry holding his hands up like he was surrendering.

"Sorry my undead love, but I have to get to the party, I am out after all." Harry said walking pass the upside down Peter. Peter jumped down.

"Harry, you can't leave me like that!" Peter whined, Harry smiled and was so glad that he wasn't facing Peter. If he was, he might of just ran up to him a wouldn't be able to control himself after that.

"I'll make you a deal, if you win, I'll give you way more than a kiss." Harry said, practically hearing Peter stiffen. "See ya later." Harry then walked off, hand in the air. Leaving Peter there with a new found reason to win.

~<🎃>~<👻>~

It was a few minutes until Maggie's voice came on the loud speaker once more. "Hello to the left standing! Yes you heard me correctly Peter Parker and Anya Corazon! How funny! The people who got the first two scares in the game are the last ones standing!" Peter smiled, thinking of the shock on Anya's face, "It'll probably take forever for you two to find each other so go towards the light! Is it a race, nope! But get to the light and we'll find out who's the winner through one simple challenge! Unless you find one another and scare them! But it's okay if you don't!"

Anya would take the hunting option. When Anya wants something, she'll do what it takes to get it. Which mean she could get Peter to say Ghost if it becomes too much.

Peter thought for a little then concluded that going by tree is safest. So he got up in the tree that he scared Harry in and began his trip. While in them, he could see figures under him and his spider sense was going nuts. What the hell? He didn't stop though. They could just be strangers that Maggie hired to scare him and Anya.

He got to the light, it was like a lamp post but the lights are attached to the tree. Peter stayed in the trees and circled around to find Anya. He found her approaching. She looked like a broken clown doll. Great. Clown doll. Peter didn't like either of them that much. He knew he'd definitely say Ghost if he got stuck on the ground with her.

Her's was way better than his anyways. She'd think Peter's costume is child's play. And that's when an idea came into mind. He didn't need to get her to scream, just surprise her or make her cuss.

She was approaching pretty fast so Peter put his plan into action. He got in front of her, took a deep breathe, and fell backwards, landing right in front of her. That caught he off guard.

"You fucker!" She yelled. It was repeated over the loud speaker. It was repeated over the loud speaker! Anya looked down at Peter, a slightly amused look on her face.

"You proud of yourself Parker?" She asked jokingly.

"Totally." Peter's voice was laced with slight pain as he did finger guns at Anya. The light then shut off and Anya put her arms up. Peter on the other hand stood up and brushed himself off.

"Good job on the make up by the way." Anaya commented, getting a smile from Peter.

"Shall we?" Peter asked and Anya returned it with a sigh and a nod. They walked, well Peter slightly limped, back to where the party was and were greeted with cheers and clapping.

The party was illuminated with purple lights. There's was a cleared space that most people were in so Peter guesses it was the dance floor. A snack bar that was being refilled, and some cheap decorations.

"Hello!" Maggie said, getting Anya's and Peter's attention from the crowd. "It appears that Peter has won! Fantastic! There is a second place prize of $50, so here you go Anya." Maggie then handed over two $20 and one $10.

"As for you Peter, come with me." Maggie motioned and Peter followed. They had to go through the dance floor and Peter could hear a few people talking about him.

"No wonder he won." A guys voice whispered to his friend as Peter passed. Major confidence boost coming one after another. Not enough to give him a big head, but enough to make him proud of his makeup ability.

Maggie lead him to a curtain be hind the snack bar. After getting behind it, Peter found a gift basket with candy, a bat and spider (how ironic) stuff animal, some gift cards to local restaurants, and an envelope with a drawing of witch on it.

"The envelope contains $150. Don't try and give it back to me because I know how you get when people give you money." Maggie said seriously. "You won it fair and square. Also, you should leave it here until you're ready to leave, don't want these gremlins to take your prizes."

Peter gave her a smile and Maggie gave an awkward one back. Peter then remember that he did look like he lost most of his face. "Oh, sorry, forgot." Peter said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't be! That whole thing got you this prize." Maggie said, "now go enjoy the party, Pete! I'm sure you're friends want to talk to you!" Maggie then ushered him out from behind the curtain.

Peter stood around awkwardly, trying to spot out his friends. He spotted the Harry's face in the crowd laughing at a joke that someone had made, and he started towards him.

Being the victor did cause him to be stoped a few times to congratulated or asked how to do what he did. He answered them with "I watch too much tutorials." Or something along those lines.

"Hey Peter!" Harry called as he walk towards him.

"Hey scaredy-cat." Peter said getting Harry to let out a laugh.

"You didn't really scare me, just surprised." Harry retorted.

"But you still got out, didn't you?" Peter smiled as Harry sighed but nodded.

"Yeah, you did. And you won." Harry took a step closer to Peter.

"Do you really want to kiss me here?" Peter asked, remembering that someone could snitch to Norman.

"We could go be hind a tree." Harry said, gently grabbing Peter wrist.

"You seem really excited to make out with a person who looks dead. Is there something you're not telling me?" Peter joked as he followed Harry to a far away tree. Harry laughed.

"Well, you're definitely the cutest zombie I've ever seen." Harry replied as they stepped behind the tree, out of sight from the party. He moved the hair out of Peter's eyes. Even fogged up, they looked magnificent. He leaned in and finally kissed Peter.

They've done this some many times that Peter's arms instantly wrapped around Harry's neck and Harry's around his waist. But still, the kiss still gave different effects every time. It always felt new. This kiss was becoming heated pretty quickly however.

They weren't going to go that far, they both knew that. Making out in public was already dangerous enough for them, they didn't need to get caught doing something that should be done in private.

After the session had came to an end, they bath returned back to the party, meeting up with their friends. The rest of the night was spent laughing and just having all around fun. At the end of the night, Peter found himself walking home with Harry. The basket felt weird to carry alone and he really did want to hang out with Harry.

"Maggie's talking about doing this next year, except hiring scare actors along with us." Harry said as they got back to Peter's neighborhood. "Are you going to do this again?" He asked, looking Peter up and down.

Peter smiled. "Yeah, except I won't go as a zombie and I'll be scaring the scare actors."

[shingansoul]

Pleasantly Surprising Company

Pleasantly surprising would be the best way to describe how the others felt seeing this sudden display before them. Wild wasn’t the best with sudden contact or speaking with others, especially those with more energy or presence than him. It made sense, he spent most of his time alone surviving and fighting or merely listening and taking orders whenever he was around others. Not that he didn't have friends, but they were far spread and Wild tended to prefer his time alone more than not. Yet here he was, going far and beyond out of their way to speak with and introduce just such a type of person.

The group had found themselves once again in Wild’s Hyrule, always a sudden shift from the liveliness of most of the others’ worlds. Lots of open plains, untamed animals, and few and far spread villages within various biome extremes. Yet even still, where they were now felt even more unfamiliar than the vast open lands they often traveled.

The place they now found themselves now was a vast, seeming to never end mountain path. Around them however, were many puddles and small pools to be seen in the distance further down the way and some of the shrubbery seemed almost aquatic in appearance. There also seemed glowing blue markers to signify a path as they traveled down the beaten path. It was very damp, as if it had just rained but a moment ago despite the clear open skies.

Most the group had made their complaints of the constant dampness of the place, but Wild simply lead on. Being the only one familiar with the area and being their only guide, they resigned themselves to trudge on.

“This place seems kinda dreary dontcha think?”

It was Warriors who broke the almost silent march, a couple resoundings agreement was heard, but Wild merely shook his head with vigor.

“This place always makes me happy when I visit. The people here are some of the kindest. Trust me, this visit will be worth it once you meet him.”

Wild’s spoke with almost reverence and excitement. The others merely gave him puzzled looks aside from Twilight and Time who only smiled knowingly; they had their suspicions what Wild could be referring to, though they held their tongues of course.

“People?” Questioned Legend, looking around briefly at all the water around them as if to exaggerate a point.”What kinda people would wanna live here? There’s water everywhere, wood housing would rot and stone housing would sink over time as the foundation wouldn't be stable.”

The eldest of them spoke up,”The Zora are a water loving race, they’re amphibious. Wild, by any chance are we visiting the Zora Domain?”

The boy in question smiled, nodding once again.

Ahead of the group was a sudden break from the wet grassy path and instead the beginnings of a long stone and marble walkway leading into the outer areas and winding paths of a quite fanciful city. At the walkways mouth were two tall towers that up their spires emitted the blue light as the path markers before. Taking in the sight, many of the band of heroes gawked in awe at the sheer intricacy and size of the city. However it wasn't for too long as a sudden boisterous voice yelled down to them from atop one of the towers.

“Ho there Hylian travelers! Please wait before entering the ci-,” the voice cut itself off with a dramatic gasp followed by a hearty and deep chuckle.

The heroes backed away at the sudden large form jumping down to stand among. In a few seconds of blurred bright red colliding with familiar bright blue, those closest to Wild a moment ago found themselves next to empty air. Twilight was the first to look around in concern and on high alert, his head swiveled side to side before resting on the surprising sight of their new company and his cub.

Wild was so small compared to the large Zora, especially so when being hugged and held like a child would their favorite doll or toy. The Zoran man’s arms wrapped tightly around the hylian, his head nuzzling against the smaller neck as he spoke in a stream of excited words stopping every few moments for Wild to add in a short one or two word response.

“Ah Link! My greatest most wonderful friend! It has been so long since last we met!”

“ 3 months.”

“Precisely, 3 months! An eternity it has truly been! It is so good to see you little one!”

“You too.”

Another gasp of excitement. “You must simply tell me everything you’ve seen and heard in these past months! We can hold a feast in your honor! Or would you like a small personal lunch instead? You must be famished from your travels, are you famished?”

“Not terribly.”

“Hmm, peckish then. A small brunch would be best then.”

The Zoran seemed to speak aloud half to link and half to himself about possible plans, giving enough slack for Wild to turn himself around in his grip to have his chest against the amphibian’s arms and his own two arms folded atop the others triceps. He smiled warmly, oddly comfortable with the gentle yet forceful contact from the sudden companion. He looked to his fellow heroes, lazily waving a hand as he spoke, loud enough to be heard but soft enough not to disturb the still planning Zora.

“So...are you gonna introduce us to your friend there or what?” Four questioned, his tone somewhat annoyed though his smirk and chuckle before speaking showed otherwise his true feelings of the circumstance.

“This is-”

“Ah how terribly rude of me!” The zoran in question shifted his hold on Wild, quickly but carefully placing him on the ground again before taking a low sweeping bow, his large tail-esque fin swishing to and fro excitedly like a dogs tail.

“I am Prince Sidon, Prince of the Zoran people and this before you is the Zoran domain. Welcome! Will you all also be visiting and staying while our dearest Link is?” The Zoran seemed to smile, his golden eyes almost willing the others to say yes.

Wild looked at the others with a similar though far toned down expression. The others quickly looked amongst themselves before turning their own gazes to Time. The eldest glanced at everyone before sighing in faux exasperation and nodding.

“It’d be rude to turn down such hospitality. Plus, im sure we’d love to get acquainted with your friend here, Link.”

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As mentioned earlier, Sidon had gone ahead with the more private brunch idea, the dishes all being light fruit and fish served to the group in the Prince’s personal studies after a few extra chairs had been retrieved from empty guest rooms in the palace living quarters. As they all ate, the Zoran prince seemed to speak in an almost endless stream of questions and compliments towards Wild, changing to address one of the others on occasion to make sure all was well with their food. The sight of Wild so comfortable and friendly with another warmed Twilight’s heart, he felt a bit relieved in earnest.

He knew Wild’s journey in his mission had been a lonely one, so knowing he did actually have friends was a pleasant surprise for sure. Though Sidon was certainly not the kind of friend Twilight had expected. Sidon was loud but not obnoxious, he was boisterous and flagrant with his words, a strange mix of formal and polite yet excitable and hyperactive like a child. He seemed to care for Wild quite a bit, though the circumstances between their relationship were unknown. Wild was a wild boy and hero, Sidon was the heir to a kingdom and a prince, Wild was quiet and spoke with his actions before his words unless he felt it necessary, Sidon seemed to have words to share in the thousands, yet they seemed to pair off quite well and fit into each other's company seamlessly.

“Ah I've failed once again in my manners to you all, forgive me.” Sidon suddenly addressed all the other Links now. “I have yet to ask you all hardly anything, how terribly rude of me. How berated I would be if she saw..Now if i may ask, friends of Link, how exactly do you all know one another? Our dear Link has yet to bring other Hylian’s aside from Princess Zelda herself to our domain.”

The room grew awkwardly silent, the group thinking over how exactly to respond. How much should they tell? Should they even say anything, what lie would they give instead? However, all their struggled thoughts and side glances were for nothing as Wild spoke.

“They’re versions of me from the past, sorta. Something weird going on recently connected our times and versions of hyrule and now we’re travelling together…” He looked to Time as if to ask for confirmation that he spoke correctly. He eldest nodded slowly, adding on, “That’s an...oversimplified version of the situation i suppose, yes…”.

The group was torn between staring in shock and exasperation towards Wild and curious and concerned glances to Sidon, trying to gauge his reaction.

The prince hummed softly to himself, taking the information in. Seemingly far too quickly given the weight of what was just said so simply. He then smiled, sweeping his gaze over the group before him.

“Well, any Link is welcome here with my blessing then. I wish you all the luck on your travels and quest, whatever exactly it may be this time. Remember,” he turned his attention back to Wild,” If things weigh on you too heavily, or should you ever feel you’re unable, it is no weakness to ask for help. You’ve me and all my people can offer, and now you’ve other allies too! So do great, but don’t let the world make you feel like you’ve no choice in your path. You may be a hero, but you’re also my dearest greatest and most important friend i’ve ever had.”

Wild smiled, leaning into Sidons side and nodding. He made sure he had the Prince’s attention before ghosting his fingers against his chin and moving his hand forward and out from there.

‘Thank you.’

Sidon grinned, his sharp rows of teeth somehow showing more warmth than ferocity as he nodded. The Zoran raised his own hands, first pointing at himself, then crossing his arms wrist over wrist and finally pointing back at Wild. Then he made a motion laying one one thumb and wrist on the other, two fingers extended only on each hand and he pumped his arms moving his hands in a half circle away from him and then back.

‘I love you. Take care.’

‘Yes,” thought Twilight to himself watching the sign language “spoken” between the two, ‘pleasantly surprising indeed.’

Okay so first of all, i adore the @linkeduniverse AU so much, its brought me so much joy the past few days since  i stumbled upon it. The art, the story so far, the characterization, it’s all so wonderful and brought me a lot of comfort and joy recently. So i just HAD to give some kind of fan work for it to show appreciation. I can’t wait to see where it goes, thank you so much @jojo56830 for sharing your ideas and talents with the world. 

[audikatia]

2.20 Prom Queen

Rating: 5/5. I really, really love this episode. Like, do I even want to watch the rest of the series? Does it get better than this?

Best Song: I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You. This is one of my favorite songs of all time being sung by my celebrity crush. It can’t lose.

Memorable Quote: “What’s the point of dressing up? I mean, that’s why some guys wear the tails with the top hats and the girls wear the hoop skirts.” -Kurt

General Notes:

Mercedes, you have another prom next year to be wooed like the queen you are. Don’t fret.

Kurt’s excitement over Blaine agreeing to go to prom with him has extended my lifespan by approximately ten years. He’s just so pure and happy. I also really love that he did give Blaine an out if it made him too uncomfortable given Blaine’s past trauma with dances, and I love that Blaine told Kurt how crazy he is about him and that he’s willing to give dances another chance with Kurt. I really think they make each other better.

Rachel, Mercedes, and Sam all going to prom is adorable and I love how Rachel and Mercedes came up with a fun way to work within budget restraints. Makes me kinda want to go to prom again

Oh, okay, Jesse! I see you! That raspy rocker voice can get it

I’m really glad I didn’t get involved in all with prom queen bullshit. It seems really un-fun, doing all that campaigning and planning. And then if you don’t win, not only did you have a really stressful few weeks leading up to the night, but then you have a bummer of a night instead of a fun time with friends. That just sorta sucks.

RACHEL. YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN SUPPORTIVE OF FINN AND QUINN.

Also, Rachel you came up with a corsage for Quinn really quickly. God, they just write fic for themselves, don’t they?

Karofsky can’t really pull off that beret, huh?

I feel really bad for Artie. Yeah, he shouldn’t have called Brittany stupid, but he just found out Brittany had been inadvertently cheating on him and that Santana had been taking advantage of Brittany’s naivety. And it’s not his fault that the writers just needed to break them up so she and Santana could be together.

Finn immediately accepting and complimenting Kurt’s prom outfit that Kurt’s clearly proud of warms my cold, dead heart. Again, I love any scene with Burt involved because he is just so perfect. He runs that careful line of wanting Kurt to be exactly who he wants to be but also wanting his kid to be safe. And if I’m being honest, I’m with Burt and Blaine on this one. Blaine went through a pretty horrific attack at his last dance. If my significant other had gone through something like that, I wouldn’t want to do anything that might make them a target again. That’s not to say that Kurt’s outfit isn’t slamming, it is. But I get both sides of the argument.

Also, happy birth of a thousand Kurt-in-a-skirt porn fics.

Oh, also also, Finn has a cup of milk! I can only assume it’s a cup of warm milk that Kurt brought to him <3

Kurt is so optimistic and so certain of the good in the world. And I love that he’s actually kind and supportive to Karofsky when he has every right to be a dick to him. This is also why I like Karofsky because when given the chance to see that he might be accepted, he actually starts becoming a better person. I’m not saying it’s okay that he threatened to kill Kurt, but I do think he (and other people like him) should be given the chance to become better people. Sometimes I think when someone is a bully once, they are painted as a bully forever. We have to allow people to redeem themselves. Isn’t that what we want? We want the bullies to learn their lessons and become good people? Isn’t that better than wanting the bullies to always be bullies and then have shitty lives when they get older? I prefer redemption to punishment. I find that more satisfying, especially when it breaks away from the cycle of abuse.

Kurt is hella attractive in this scene with Karofsky.

And Quinn is so fucking gorgeous with all the mirrors around her, omg. I want to be her. Also, I love that she doesn’t seem to care much that Finn is there to pick her up. Because her focus is, as it always is, on the goal not the person.

Sam, Mercedes… just back out of the conversation with Rachel and Jesse. I have met people like Jesse. Don’t get sucked in.

Puck and Artie is an underrated friendship and I actually really love it

Quinn telling Finn how happy she is to be there with him right after Rachel sang to him is such a good manipulative move. If she had been in Game of Thrones, she would have won.

Oh, Sam and Mercedes are precious. They are both such good people

Artie’s hair looks amazing

Darren Criss singing one of my favorite songs is legitimately going to kill me. The way he’s dancing with the mic stand? Holding the mic sideways? His expressions? I am deceased.

Also, what a lame fight with Finn and Jesse. Just shoving? C’mon, punch each other like adults.

THE REVEAL. Remember when it was spoiled and everyone thought the spoiler was fake? lol good times, classic Glee. Okay, but I have a lot of thoughts on this. 1. Why did Figgins read out Kurt’s name? If I was the principal, I would have said the name of one of the girls on stage. Kurt did not need to be humiliated like that. 2. Quinn and Santana, I get that it’s upsetting to work that hard, but shut the fuck up. It’s not that you weren’t liked or that people give enough of a shit about Finn and Rachel that they didn’t vote, it’s that they are cruel people who cared more about making fun of Kurt. 3. YAS QUINN. SLAP RACHEL. This shit is so compelling. 4. KURT. BABY. He wants so badly to see the good in the world and they just won’t let that happen for him. And bless Blaine for going after him, for comforting him, for willing to do whatever Kurt wants to do to feel better. May we all have a Blaine in our lives.

Also, Blaine had tissues ready? I have literally never met a man who had tissues in his pocket or whatever. Blaine is a dream.

AND THEN BLAINE ASKS HIM TO DANCE. This man is a dreamboat, I swear. And this is such a big moment for both of them, Kurt being openly loved and Blaine replacing the memory of his last dance. Ugh, I love them so much.

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When She Braided Her Hair

Summary: Prisha struggles to adjust to life with only one functioning arm. Violet helps her see that there's still hope.

Notes: Companion piece to “Braiding Her Hair”, this time from Prisha's perspective.

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Prisha sat alone in her dorm room at Ericson’s School for Troubled Youth, trying her hardest to keep perfectly still as she reached with her one good arm to stroke the brush through her hair. Every misplaced twitch had her seizing up in pain, the burning sensation from her shattered arm radiating throughout her entire body. It had already been weeks since the injury, but she was nowhere near recovered. She would never fully recover; she was maimed for life. Prisha gritted her teeth, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the new grim reality of her condition. She might be an invalid, but she could still have neat hair. She wasn’t letting this injury take away the one part of herself she’d always maintained. Finally after several minutes of painstaking effort and barely contained gasps of agony, her hair had been thoroughly brushed out. All that remained was to braid it. Prisha reached behind her, groaning in pain as she attempted to pull her hair forward. She started her regular steps, separating the hair into equal portions on her left side, right and her back, then froze as the realization struck her: this wasn’t going to work. This method relied on her approaching the braid from both sides at once with two hands. Prisha felt panic rising within her once more, the same she had felt at Ruby’s words as she informed her of what had happened to her arm. The same she experienced as she watched Dana and Marie be taken away while the rest of her group bled to death on the cliffside. No. Don’t let yourself go back there. She would find a new way to braid her hair. Standing up, Prisha walked over to where she’d laid the brush on the desk. Perhaps she could use it as some sort of placeholder, a bookmark while she shifted her good arm to the next position. This could work. The panic subsided as she once again began to undertake the task of braiding her hair. It was soon replaced with anger however as the brush quickly proved itself ineffectual. It would either slide out of the place she wanted it to be or get tangled in the hair it was meant to hold. After a few rounds, the brush became particularly snarled within her hair. Prisha tried to pry it out gently, then grew angry, swinging her hair back and forth. Her crippled arm immediately retaliated with an absolutely debilitating pain, causing Prisha to cry out and crumple in half from the pain. The brush clanged against the metal bedpost and fell uselessly to the ground. “Prisha? Are you OK?”

She heard the door open and immediately straightened up, casting a venomous glare at the treacherous brush. The corners of her eyes stung with tears she was too furious to shed. “What’s wrong?” It was Violet’s voice. She was the one who had carried Prisha back to the school, the girl who had saved her life. For her to come at this of all times was utterly humiliating. Prisha let out a harsh sigh. “I asked Ruby for a brush since after three weeks in a braid my hair looks like it belongs to a mongoose. Silly me though, I forgot that I would need two hands to rebraid my hair, just like I need two fucking hands for everything in this goddamn world!” Prisha felt her chest heaving as her emotions swelled. Damnit, she couldn’t let herself fall apart now! “Y’know what? I can braid your hair. I may not know a fucking thing about hair care, but it’s just a braid, right?” Violet bent down to pick up the brush. “You can sit down on the chair or the bed and I’ll get it done,” Prisha felt dazed. In the midst of all the chaos, she’d been repressing her emotions for weeks now. Having them all come out at once like this was proving taxing. Shakily, she nodded then sat down on the bed facing the closet, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapping her right arm around them, her left cradled uselessly by her side. She had to make sure she didn’t jostle it. One more bout of pain might be too much for her to manage. She could hear Violet crawl on top of the mattress and sit behind her. To greet that childish outburst with an offer of help… these Ericson survivors really were something else. In all her years on the road, Prisha had only met a handful of people who would offer a stranger a hand. They tended to be those who’d been denied the same kindness in the past and did not wish that suffering to fall on another. From the burn marks on Violet’s face, Prisha wondered if the same story held true for her. Violet hadn’t moved yet. “Umm, remind me of the first step,” Prisha felt a smile weakly tug at her lips. Of course the art of braiding’s been lost with the apocalypse. Everyone else had the sense to cut their hair short. “You need to separate my hair into three equal sections,” “Right,” She could feel Violet touching her hair, so gently it almost felt like she wasn’t there. Prisha wondered if Violet was worried about hurting her. Considering that the purplish bruising of her arm travelled far above her bandages, it was a valid concern. Violet was certainly gentler than Prisha than she’d been with herself in her efforts to untangle her hair. Violet had stilled again. “Do you need the next step?” “Uh, yeah,” “Start with the section on the left side and cross it over the middle section. Then take the right section and cross it the other way, then bring the middle section over. Then just keep repeating those motions,” “Alright. Here goes nothing,” It was sweet of Violet to be attempting something she was clearly uncomfortable with. Prisha could hear her whisper a cuss as one section of her hair slipped out of her grasp. She was such a fascinating person. Prisha hadn’t thought much of her in the months since their first meeting, but the same traits that had stood out in Violet then were present here as well: tenacity and tenderheartedness. The two qualities tended to be mutually exclusive after the world ended. Either you were soft and died or you were hard and survived. It was exceedingly rare for someone to embody both within themselves. Prisha suddenly realized how quite she was being. She’d been so drawn into the peacefulness of the moment she hadn’t considered that her terseness might be unsettling. Awkwardly, she cleared her throat. “Did you used to have longer hair… before?” “When I was little. My grandma used to put it in braids whenever she took me to church. I hated it,” Violet paused and quickly back tracked. “Not that braids are bad! Just on me. She did them so tight,” It was cute how quickly she’d corrected herself. As if anyone had time to be offended by braiding preferences in the apocalypse. “My mother braided my hair when I was little, but she taught me how to do it myself from a pretty young age. She said that braided hair was a sign of dignity for a woman.” Prisha reached up a hand, fiddling with a stray strand by her face. “I know it would be more practical for me to cut it, but something just stops me each time I consider it. Who knows. Maybe it’s just my way of saying fuck the walkers and fuck this entire shitty world. They can take a lot from me, but how I do my hair is still my own fucking choice. I may not control what I eat or where I sleep or…” She took a shaky breath. “Or the well-being of my own body, but dammnit, I still have my hair,” Damn, way to monologue, Prisha. “That’s sorta badass,” Prisha snorted. “Thanks, I guess. Everything’s going to shit and here I am being Indian Rapunzel,” “It works on you,” “Thanks,” Prisha felt a bit of warmth growing in her chest at the reiterated compliment. Violet didn’t strike her as the type to give compliments lightly. She should know better than to brush her words off. Prisha turned slightly so she could look back at Violet who was earnestly focusing on the braiding process. “You know, I can see why you hated them. The braids, I mean. Your hair looks good short,” “If by ‘good’ you mean ‘looks like some hay that a cow shit on’ then yeah, I guess it looks good,” Prisha scoffed. “No, it’s not like that at all. It looks like… y’know that tall grass that grows beside rivers? The kind with those wheat kernels on the end that you can’t eat? Then autumn comes and they turn this warm, light gold tone and just sway back and forth in the breeze…. Your hair is like that,” Shit, that sounded super gay. She hoped she hadn’t just freaked Violet out. “Your braid is done,” Violet draped it over Prisha’s right shoulder. “Thank you,” Prisha said, fiddling with the tail end of the braid. Not bad at all for a first attempt. “You got it perfect. Not too tight,” She turned around on the bed, leaning against the wall. “Sorry you had to come into the middle of my tantrum. Was there something you needed from me?” “Dishes,” Violet answered abruptly. “Omar wanted me to bring your dishes down if you were done with them,” “Oh, yes, of course. Could you tell him thank you for me? His cooking is seriously amazing. The best I’ve had in years,” “He’ll be happy to hear that,” Violet reached out to grab the small pile of dishes, moving backwards toward the door. “I’ll leave so you can sleep now,” Dang it. She shouldn’t have asked Violet what she came in for. “Alright. And Violet?” “Yeah?” Prisha found herself looking out of the boarded-up window, unable to meet the eyes of the girl who’d just helped her for fear of her voice cracking with emotion as she spoke. “Thank you. For dropping by. It helped,” “Anytime,” With that, Violet was out the door and Prisha was alone again. Well, there wasn’t anything else to be done tonight. Her hair was fixed and the tension in her body had finally dissipated enough that she felt she could sleep. Blowing out the candle by her bedside, Prisha lay down on her bed. Her future was still unclear, a fact that terrified her to her very core. But for the first time since she’d lost the use of her arm, lost her group, lost everything… for a few minutes things had been pleasant. Perhaps all was not lost just yet. She needed to stay practical and be prepared for the worst, but the people at Ericson hadn’t kicked her out yet. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t? It was too much to think of right now. With a sigh, Prisha closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take her. She was glad that Violet had dropped by tonight. She’d given Prisha something she thought she had lost: the comfort of knowing she was not alone.