#but you can never say Barbie just lets shit happen to her

[inkquill256]

I love those old Barbie movies in an undeniably masculine way

[honkytonk-hangman]

In Sickness...

Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader

Summary: Jake feels his pulse jump and his stomach fly when he talks to or about you. Obviously, this must mean he's gravely ill.

Notes: mentions of a cheating boyfriend, jake convinced he's sick when really he is in loooveeee

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“Hey, Hangman, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Jake, despite his usual goal of doing everything in his power to get on Phoenix’s nerves, finds himself ignoring the need to be quite annoying. His antics aside, he knew his fellow aviator well enough by now to recognise when she was up for his shit, and when she absolutely wasn’t.

That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be a little bit of a douchebag, though.

“Give me a second, Trace, I’ll need to start my timer.” he makes a show of observing his watch and starting a countdown from sixty seconds. Phoenix ignores him, and in place of possibly giving him a dead arm, she instead comes to a stop in front of him, her arms crossing over her chest in a way that was just a Natasha Thing, and not actually a sign of closed body language-thing

“You’re going to be at Mav and Penny’s later, right?” she asks, even though he knows he’s never given the impression of having any other plans, and she knows it. Jake simply nods, still pretending to count down.

“Right. Well… maybe take it easy on Cricket tonight, okay?” Phoenix asks him, her voice soft and quiet in a manner that makes Jake mess up his countdown, and subsequently drop his wrist and the bit entirely.

“I’m under the impression that I always take it easy on my favourite member of the orthopteran insect family,” he poses, and it's not untrue. He didn’t snipe with Cricket like he did with the others, mostly because she never sniped back, so trying to maintain a faux adversarial relationship would just be boring. No, Cricket was far sweeter and more wholesome than literally anyone he’d ever met, like Elle Woods had a lovechild with Barbie, and instead of banter, he’d found it irresistible and perpetually rewarding to tease her about her Certified Disney Princess status.

(Jake will never let her forget the time a small child at the beach approached her to ask if she was a mermaid, and that wasn’t even the only instance he’d witnessed something like that happening.)

 Phoenix shifts uncomfortably in front of him and purses her lips.

“Look, just… give her a break tonight,” she pushes. Jake frowns even deeper, his own mood becoming solemn now.

“What's wrong? Is she alright?” the questions leave his mouth before he can really consider perhaps only asking one, to keep some semblance of cool. Phoenix dances from foot to foot again and nods, but then quickly makes the universal noise, gesture and expression of ‘well, no, actually’.

“She, uh, broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago.” Nat reveals, and oddly, it's the last thing Jake was expecting to hear, and the last thing he’d expect her to divulge to him.

“Oh.” he says, a little unsure of what else to say. Blinking rapidly, Phoenix starts nodding again, this time in a sort of commiserating manner, as if they often gossiped.

“Yeah, she came home to find the prick was fucking one of his colleagues…” She all but spits the words. Her hands form fists where they’re still tucking into her folded arms.

“She's actually really torn up about it, but you know Cricket. She’s not very good at not being positive, you know? So she’s just bottling it up, and I figured, maybe your usual game with her might not be so lighthearted right now. You know she would never tell you if you actually hurt her feelings, so…” Phoenix manages to catch herself before she descends into a full on ramble.

In all the years he’d known her, Jake had only ever witnessed Phoenix fully ramble once, several years ago back in Lemoore, when she and Halo had downed eight shots in ten minutes, and she then proceeded to give him a thirty minute TEDTalk about how cockroaches were basically just incredibly simple AI machines, interrupted every so often when she dozed off against his shoulder, only to pick right back up like nothing had happened.

Pushing the memory aside, Jake takes in her words slowly before at last he releases a deep breath.

He actually finds himself a little taken aback by the sheer depth of anger that lances through him at the thought of Cricket being treated like that. Nobody deserves to be cheated on, but Cricket was simply someone that Jake doesn’t believe anything bad should ever happen to. Around the same time he comes to this conclusion, Jake also becomes aware that as his anger simmers down, he’s struck with the need to seek out his squadmate, and comfort her, something which, if Jake is honest with himself, is not something he has much experience with. He was much more likely to offer space to someone in need, so this sudden urge causes his brow to furrow.

Jake chooses to compartmentalise this oddness for now, but makes a mental note for later to figure out when exactly he’d developed such a strong fondness for Cricket, and more importantly, how exactly that had happened without him knowing.

For now, Jake just gives Pheonix a level nod, and what he hopes is an expression she takes to mean he understands. He then tries to get a hold of his rogue fondness and leashes it with what he thinks is a brotherly, friendly reaction, a more normal reaction for him to have towards his squadmate.

“Does she want him punched or something?” he asks, feeling as though anything more would reveal too much of his scattered, fond thoughts. Jake purses his lips when he realises that ‘fondness’ was quickly becoming an understatement he’ll have to address at some point.

Phoenix's lips curve into a genuine smile, and she chortles softly, shaking her head.

“Well, you’ll have to get in line if she does. I’ve got first dibs.” she states, cracking her knuckles and then her neck, making Jake snort, and shrug, glad to know that perhaps he wasn't the only one suddenly feeling protective.

“I’m sure we could come up with a wrestlemania-worthy finishing move, a la The Hardy Boys to sort him out.” Jake chortles, imagining he and Nat in matching championship belts, and ignoring her raised eyebrow. He knows from that one movement alone that she is filing this information about him away to whip out like a trap card, but compared to the other information she might have gleaned from his reaction to the situation, he doesn’t care so much.

(Besides, Jake felt no shame about his love for Attitude-Era WWE, and if he ever gets the chance to repay her for the thirty minutes of cockroach facts he could have lived his whole life without needing to know, well, now he knew exactly what his topic of choice would be.)

Four hours later, Jake, for some reason, cannot stop thinking about his conversation with Phoenix. He tried chalking it up to the fact that it was an unusual request she’d made of him, but he knows that is bull. Jake is far too invested all of a sudden in your personal life, in your feelings, in a way that honestly, he never has been before. Or at least, has never realised before, because the more Jake lingers on the idea that you were cheated on, he has to confront the fact that these feelings might just have been there all along, and that actually, your happiness and wellbeing are extremely important to him.

He keeps his distance when you arrive with Halo at Penny and Mav’s, but he eyes you hawkishly anyway, uncaring if he’s obvious about it or not. He wants to believe that if he hadn’t known, he’d have spotted your much more reserved demeanour immediately, but honestly, he's not really sure of anything now when it comes to you. Jake isn’t sure if Phoenix spoke to the others, if he was just the last to know, but there is an air of tenderness in the way the others greet you, which wasn't entirely unusual in itself, yet the softness is palpable even from where he sits on the other side of the yard.

He watches you put on a good show, smiling sweetly at Penny as she rushes over to say hello, but the moment you dont think others are paying attention, your features fall and Jake decides that it is basically unacceptable for you to look that sad ever again.

When you disappear through the backdoor, to put the share platter you’ve bought into the fridge he assumes, Jake doesn’t even excuse himself from the conversation he’s supposedly in before he’s beelining for the house. Behind him, he can vaguely hear Javy and Payback protest, but he doesn’t pay them any mind.

Jake steps through the sliding back doors quietly, closing the door behind him and shutting out the rest of the barbeque, if only for a few minutes. He moves softly through the small back room and towards the kitchen, once more surprised to find out just how pleased he is when you turn to look at him right away. That was new… or was it? Jake thinks perhaps he should stop trying to figure things out.

“Hey! Jake!” you greet cheerfully, and he’s comforted a little that your smile reaches your eyes.

“I didn’t catch you this afternoon, so I didn't get to find out your fruit platter preference, but Javy told me anything but pineapple–” you launch right away into friendly conversation, and oddly, this small normality brings him comfort too, after his afternoon of quiet worry. Jake nods at your words as you continue explaining your fruit platter, and if he hadn't other things on his mind, he would have voiced his amusement at the fact you’d somehow managed to cut or arrange all the fruits into the shape of jets.

Anger bubbles in him once again, at the idea that anybody would do anything to cause you to be upset. You, who cuts fruit into themed shapes, and who makes sure to ask every member of the team their food preferences, and who, he’s almost certain, has made the yoghurt dip you're currently unwrapping completely from scratch just for this casual get together.

How could any sane person know you, know how sweet and caring and fundamentally, altogether good you are, and still choose to do something that would hurt you?

More importantly, how could a man be with you and want anyone else?

Jake takes a step forward and fixes you with what he hopes is not an expression that reflects his inner anger, but gives off something more like softness. He’s not sure he’s ever really had a serious conversation with you before, especially not one that wasn't about work, so he’s surprised how natural it feels to show you something more genuine than his usual playful amusement.

“Are you alright?” he hears himself ask you, almost regretting it when your expression drops immediately, and you look away from him, back to your fruit platter which you now seem to be pointless rearranging just so you don't have to look at him. You attempt to wave him off after a few moments, plastering a smile on and scrunching your nose as you continue to not look at him.

“I’m okay. Really. Things weren’t right for a while, so it’s sort of a relief, really.”

Jake thinks that maybe in a few months time, those words might actually be believable, but Phoenix was right. You were such a naturally happy and uplifting person, it’s clear to Jake that you were struggling to let yourself be sad or angry about it all.

You seem to be expecting him to speak, because you glance back at him several times before you seem to really get a look at his face, at which point you stop messing with your platter and turn to face him properly.

“Thank you for asking, though, I… I really appreciate that,” you murmur, wringing your hands together, before realising what you’re doing and smoothing them out over your sundress instead. Jake feels his pulse speed up. Or maybe it slows, he’s not sure, he just knows that his heart beat becomes irregular, and before he knows what he's doing, he’s stepping even closer towards you.

“Cricket,” he begins, a frown beginning to crease his brow, which your eyes flicker to consciously, as if you were concerned about his feelings. “Just say the word, and his nose will be irreparably broken. For the rest of his life he’ll be telling people it's an old football injury. Maybe he’ll even need surgery to fix it enough that it’s even remotely normal again,” Jake watches your eyes widen and blink as he speaks, but he makes sure to keep any trace of humour from his voice, so you properly understand just how serious he’s being. “Hell, it doesn't even need to be his nose. I’ll break his collarbone, I've heard that's the most painful in the long run…”

When you let out a soft sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh, Jake almost thinks he needs to rephrase his offer, but your soft smile and the almost shy look you shoot at him before you drop your gaze for a moment assures him you understood that he wasn’t joking, even a little.

“Sometimes…” you purse your lips and frown, struggling to find the right words, but you begin wringing your hands slowly again and the movement seems to lend you some confidence. “Sometimes I really wish I could be more like Phoenix… or, more like anybody else, really–” Jake has to physically clamp his mouth shut to stop himself protesting that point and let you talk.

“Sometimes, I wish I was someone who would take you up on that offer. I… I feel like I should want to want that… but I don’t…” you trail off and sigh again, but this time, the exhale seems to take a weight off your chest, like simply admitting these feelings out loud was what you really needed.

You look back up at him properly, and smile again. Jake thinks his pulse has stopped altogether now, and begins to seriously consider reporting to medical first thing Monday morning.

“But, I promise that if I ever change my mind about the severe breaking of certain bones, I’ll know exactly who to talk to.” Your smile widens just slightly, a little mischievous almost, like even just joking about it was very cheeky of you. Jake on the other hand, just believes it to be the only correct course of action.

He opens his mouth to respond, but you begin talking again, dropping your fidgeting hands to hang more relaxed at your sides.

“A lot of my life I haven’t really been surrounded by people who’ve looked out for me, or folks who I can really trust… and I know we’re not really friends, more like work friends, but–” you suddenly cut yourself off and shake your head with a little chortle.

“It doesn’t matter, ignore me–”

“–We’re friends.” Jake can’t stop himself from protesting this time. You blink at him like this is surprising to you. “We are friends, Cricket… I know I–” Jake cuts himself off like you had just done and grinds his teeth a little. This was not a conversation he went around having very often, if ever, at all. “You know I wouldn’t poke fun at you if I didn’t care. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think we were friends,” he says, hoping his words didn’t give away exactly how much he cared. You seem to search his face, but you’re nodding, as if he was the one who needed assuring in this situation.

Jake starts to wonder then if he was actually becoming seriously ill, and all of his reaction to this afternoon has just been one big fugue episode. That idea is genuinely more believable to him at this moment, that Jake is really, actually currently unconscious in the on base hospital, with a skyrocketing fever and some other terrible things, than all of this sudden personal change and inner realisation happening so naturally and smoothly and without him having a say in it.

But then you’re smiling at him again, bright and genuine and all thoughts of climbing fevers and sudden illness evaporate. As sad as it sounds, Jake would never dream of you smiling at him like that, the sight so affecting and sweet that he could never come up with on his own. However, he does conclude he’ll probably be seeing it a lot in his dreams from now on. He thinks this should cause panic in him, he should not be planning to dream about one of his squad mates smiling at him, but unsurprisingly to him now, panic is the furthest thing he feels about it.

“Well, I just know that I’m not always good at asserting myself, but I know that you guys… you guys will do it for me.” You give a little shrug. Jake feels a little shame then, that he’s worked with you for several months now and has not once picked up on the fact that you were completely aware of your own tendency to be a bit of a pushover.

It dawns on him that every time he teased you for being ‘too nice’, and every time you laughed or shook your head in amusement, the real joke was on him. It’s a joke that Jake doesn't find particularly funny right now. He’s not sure he ever will.

“Sorry, I’m being so dramatic and grim!” you say suddenly, and this time your mood change isn’t fake or put on. Jake shakes his head at you, and at last feels some of his regular programming begin to seep back in. He chooses to make a show of leaning back against the counter and carefully crosses his arms over his broad chest in a way that he knows looks incredibly sexy (Javy has assured him), a small smirk slowly spreading over his features.

“Cricket,” he drawls out slowly, somewhat relieved that he feels more himself again. You double take as you look back up at him from where you’ve started fiddling with your fruit platter again, your eyes blinking rapidly as you now quickly try to avoid his whole side of the room. Jake’s grin grows ever so slightly when he has your attention, even if you seem too nervous to look at him now.

Unlike most of the women Jake had worked with, you didn't seem to try to, or perhaps you simply were unable to, hide the effect Jake had on you, how he could so easily make you flustered. It's not something he’s totally unfamiliar with, after all, plenty of women around the Hard Deck were the exact same, but the fact that you aren't some civilian looking to get laid, and are in fact one of the best aviators he knows, makes it all the sweeter.

(Jake had once tried to reconcile the way you handled yourself in the air, with the way you were at all other times, but he could never quite do the maths on it, so it was better for his brain if he didn't think about it at all.)

Honestly, Jake knows his getting a reaction out of you is an act of self ego-stroking, but he loved making a spectacle of himself, just to watch how you would sputter and go all mushy, and if he’s even more honest, a big part of his enjoyment lay in the thought that perhaps, he was doing you a favour, giving you something to think about, boyfriend be damned. He supposes he doesn’t need to worry about that being a problem anymore.

Jake then pauses then, and wonders when exactly you having a boyfriend had become a ‘problem’, a threat to him specifically, because the more he thinks about the idea now (hypothetical as it is), the more his skin starts to itch under his shirt.

Perhaps he was getting sick after all.

“Yes, Jake?” you ask, still avoiding looking his way, and trying to use a tone of voice that was either exasperated or ignorant, but your slightly higher pitch gives you away.

“You didn’t say that I was your friend, too,” he faux complains, watches you shake your head a little, but fail completely at keeping the smile off of your face.

With your platter now deemed ready, you pick it up and turn toward him, holding it out for him to take. Jake, without thought, does so.

“You are my friend, too, Jake,” you tell him, far more sincerely this time, and Jake feels his pulse do that odd thing again. He swallows thickly, and nods, before you direct him out the back door.

For the rest of the afternoon, Jake can’t help but hover, never moving too far away from where you are, and when he doesn’t have an excuse to linger close to you, he always keeps one eye directed your way.

[theerurishipper]

This is in response to some arguments in defense of the finale I've seen recently, and if you do believe these, then more power to you! But I disagree, and I'm gonna talk about why.

Rant under the cut. Fair warning, this gets pretty salty.

So I've seen a lot of arguments about how it just wouldn't be possible to have Adrien in the final battle, whether it be because it would be too traumatic for him and we can't explore that in the middle of a fight, or because it would take away focus from Marinette and she would be irrelevant ultimately. And I actually agree!

But what could possibly be done to resolve this? Oh, I know! Fucking write better.

If you were going to put Adrien in the position of being central to the story and write him out with the excuse that he can't live up to that role for various reasons, then why did you write him in that role? It's obvious to anyone that if Gabriel is Adrien's father, then the emotional weight of the conflict would be centered on him and not Marinette. Then why did you still write that into the show? If you wanted to focus on Marinette over Adrien anyway, then why did you make Gabriel be Hawkmoth? Let some other rando be Hawkmoth! And now there's no value to Gabriel being the villain beyond giving Marinette some material for her grand speech (which didn't do shit cause she still lost).

And if you were going to say that Adrien was too traumatized to be in the battle or that he wouldn't be able to deal with it well or that we couldn't see that... write around it? Have him deal with it before, or something, I don't know! Maybe give him that sweet sweet character development? Maybe let the friends who are supposed to support him actually do that? Idk man, this is all coming across as a bunch of excuses to me.

The thing is, this is a kids show. It's not real. The writers control everything that happens. It's not about "realism," it's about narrative payoff. It's about the most satisfying outcome. It's about character arcs. If Adrien was never supposed to face his father in a fight, then why make him a superhero? Could have just let him be Adrien the teen model love interest while Marinette is the superhero. Why give him powers which thematically represent him breaking free from his oppressive life and an enmity with his own father if it never mattered? If "it's us against the world, my lady," and "we'll get all the Miraculous back together," never mattered, then why include it? If two partners chosen to fight evil together and the yin-yang symbolism never mattered, why set it up?

If you set something up, you have a responsibility to deliver on it, and Miraculous failed. And yeah. I get that it's hard. I'm not saying writing is easy. But anything is better than this! Writing is your job, and I don't expect literal perfection, but I expect it to fulfill the basic expectations of writing. I expect it to at least be good. This is not good. They literally ignored their own story and themes and character arcs and narrative payoff because they wanted Marinette to get a swanky new outfit and a cool fight scene. It wasn't even for her character. It's just so that they can put give her a cool power-up and sell Bug Noire dolls. It's disrespectful to Adrien's character, and it's disrespectful to Marinette's character too.

The writers failed to make Marinette interesting in terms of the conflict with Gabriel. They gave all the set-up to Adrien and didn't want to write the payoff. There are no emotional stakes in the final battle. They literally only talk about Adrien, and he's not there for that. It's bad writing. And if they didn't let Adrien be a part of the arc with his father as the villain, what hope does he have in the arcs with Lila as the antagonist, since she is a Marinette-centric villain? TA has already said that Marinette is Barbie and Adrien is just Ken. The writers have said that Gabriel is considered a hero by the end of Season 5. The show bible says that Adrien will never find out that his father is Hawkmoth.

Let's face it, they aren't coming back to this. Gabriel's era is over. Miraculous is well known for setting up conflicts and dropping them like a hot potato. If we ever deal with this, it's gonna be half an episode of Adrien forgiving Marinette because "she did it out of love." None of this will matter come Season 6. The supposed conflict being set up now will matter to Season 6 as much as the Ladynoir set up in Strikeback with the "we'll take back all the Miraculous together, you and me," mattered to Season 5, which is to say not at all.

[agendabymooner]

i think he knows ! lando n. x ofc (alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

"he got the boyish look that i like in a man."

summary: nicola alessandro released a novel under the pen name 'grazie nichols' and everyone made sure that the fans are supporting her. lando norris could do anything but be subtle about the things he knew, and the novel's inspo was one of those things.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, appearance of other fictional characters (hearth sisters, lester ricciardo, etc), dirty jokes (no smut), ofc and lando being menaces, ofc being obsessed with lando, fans trying to come up with theories, ofc's account is private (colabebe)

note: (time check: 12:25 am) i'm sorry i dipped out 😭 a lot happened yesterday: i hung out with the guy (it was awkward lol) went to see the barbie movie with my sister then had a sangria after- i was planning to post something when i got home but apparently i'm a lightweight and was knocked out after. let me know what you think!!! anyway enjoy xx

ps. yes the graphics in here are stuff that i made hehe sorry if they're awful but these are just some last minute shit i made xx

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user1 new booktok rec??

user2 the grid is literally hyping this up 😭 is it that good

user3 MORE FORMULA ONE BOOKS!!!

user4 my wallet: empty

user5 me rn: trying to determine which driver relates to the man in the book the most 🧐

user6 bets on leclerc

user7 hmmm i think its more like estie? he's giving muse

user8 it could be yuki ???

user9 i agree user6 it's most likely shal bc that man is book bf material

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danielricciardo i don't blame them; this book is a bomb ass book 😉 liked by grazienichols

grazienichols 🤪

user1 grazie stop emptying my wallet challenge 🤐

grazienichols 😶 sorry xx

user2 making money just to get to monaco gp- gurl i don't blame you 😭

grazienichols it's getting more expensive as years go on 🥶

f1 monaco gp you say??? 👀

user3 she's making money already just toss the ticket in us broke people's direction 🙃

user4 yeah what she said ^^

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user1 isn't lester pregnant??? why is she bent like that on the 7th photo? 😭

user2 lester can do things us mere humans can't

alex_albon i am appalled liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg i can't put too much photos sorry lad

alex_albon i'll remember this.

user3 lando fed us with the hearth sisters content at the slides 2, 4 and 6 and i've never felt this loved since my ex <3

user4 gurl 💀 u good

user5 ESTIE BESTIEEEE 😩 i might bust a lil gimme a sec to chill

user6 the sisters in blue 🤤

user7 who's the third photo?

user8 lester's youngest sister, nicola

danielricciardo loricciardo 🤨 what're u doing?

loricciardo protecting baby ric 😳 liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg by flattening his head? 😟

loricciardo you just reduced my standing time and increased my bedrest time lando.jpg thx

lando.jpg what 😭 what's gonna happen if you're in bedrest? is the baby's head going to inflate back to place??

danielricciardo landonorris lad. that's not how it works.

arthurleclerc colabebe that pink is nice asf

colabebe thank you art!!! nice seeing you!!!

user9 uhhhhh?!!! arthur and daniel's in-law?

georgerussell63 why am i not there??? 🧐

lando.jpg my bad- i didn't really want you to take of your shirt in the middle of the ballroom hall. not really your night tonight mate.

user10 where is toto?!!!

lando.jpg god love him but he already has enough photo taken by his own wife. give others some chance to make it to my jpg account

user10 understood king 🤌

sylvieeford no max?? he really pissed you off 😹 liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg yeah, and keep on reminding him that. maybe he'd apologize for once 🙄

landonorris posted a story !!!

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danielricciardo my favourite italian-british couple (no offense nora but i don't like georgerussell63 that much) liked by colabebe

nora_alessandro 😒😒

georgerussell63 you're not my favourite aussie either mate 😉

landonorris god gave me an equally obsessed gf and i love him for it liked by colabebe

colabebe just him??? 💔

landonorris me when you: 💗😩😳🤤

colabebe ❤️‍🩹

landonorris look at her

landonorris shes so pretty omg whats her @

oscarpiastri your simp looking ass is getting more obvious

colabebe 🤨 not my fault u don't get bitches 🤡

oscarpiastri do you wanna fight or wha 🤬

colabebe i deadlegged you last time and you ate shit so idk if thats even a question

oscarpiastri landonorris ur rat is at it again

landonorris hey man, that's my simp. leave her alone

mateoales throwing up

landonorris ratio + take L + didn't ask

colabebe cry + whine + sob + complain

mateoales you two are so mean when ur together

[bunniekittiee]

TCM headcanons pt.2:

TW: mentions of self harm

Johnny grew out his hair at one point as a teen, not as long as Chop Top’s but still long.

He cut it after a victim got the upper hand and practically scalped him.

So now he wears it shorter and slicks it back so it doesn’t get into his face

And also because he is fearful he will be nearly scalped again.

When they were younger, Nubbins somehow got lice and infected the household. So, Drayton shaved all of their heads.

It was horrifying for them.

But since Sissy knows her way of utilizing plants to create medicine, they don’t have to worry about shaving their heads if another lice outbreak were to happen.

Bubba enjoys it when Chop Top lets him comb his hair. It’s like a bonding experience.

When Nubbins feels under the weather, he likes to look at the pictures he took of his family when they are busy, having fun, or killing.

It makes him feel better knowing he has his family.

Johnny is a sick bastard and has taken Nubbins’ camera to take pictures of women he has fucked and killed. He keeps them in his room.

Mf pulls a Bo Sinclair.

Bubba has been the sorry soul that stumbled upon them and he freaked out.

Poor guy got scared and avoided Johnny for weeks.

When Bubba is sad, they do everything they can to cheer him up.

Either Chop Top or Johnny will take him to 7-11 to get him snacks, Nubbins will make him more bone jewelry, or Sissy will play dress up with Bubba.

It all makes him very happy.

He kind of is what brings the family together.

Johnny used to kill small animals when he was younger, but when he moved onto humans, he completely stopped cold turkey.

Never gets any urges to hurt animals, he would rather hurt people.

Wants a dog badly but Nancy insists that it is another mouth to feed and a nuisance.

So he has Daisy instead whose like an overgrown dog but in cow form.

Still really wants a dog though.

Drayton considered killing Daisy until Sissy told him how much Johnny enjoys her company.

So she was spared.

Chop Top jokes and says that they will turn her into ground beef when he’s gone out.

Johnny strangles him once more and Bubba has to separate them.

Sissy loves to put makeup on Johnny’s face when he’s asleep.

Wakes up looking like Tim Curry from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Tries to fight Sissy but she gets away with it.

She has painted his toes before, pink and white to be exact.

It took a lot of bribing.

Johnny would hate to admit it but he felt like a pretty girl.

He understood why Bubba was adamant about makeup, nail polish, and self care, it makes you feel good!

Johnny does keep a guitar and will play when he has the time.

Will shred to Pantera.

Drayton smacks him with the broom when he’s playing too loud.

Nancy thinks it’s the “devil’s music” but Johnny does not give one shit.

As much as he loves her, he does not care for her opinion when it comes to what he likes.

Chop Top likes to pull pranks on the family.

One time he messed with Bubba’s dye and Bubba ended up dying one of his masks’ hair pink.

Bubba rocked that shit, he did not care.

When the kids were growing up, Bubba and Sissy played with Barbies together.

Johnny liked to make the dolls have sex which caused Sissy to beat his ass.

Nubbins snitched and Johnny was in deep shit.

Nancy was pissed at her boy, but Drayton thought it was kind of funny.

Chop Top wanted a tattoo as a teen but could not get one, so he had Nubbins brand him with the livestock branding iron.

Definitely not a fun experience, he still has a scar.

In order to punish him more so he would not make the same mistake again, Drayton threw salt on his wound.

Chop Top thought he was going to die.

Nubbins has a lot of scars from cutting himself, not out of sadness though, just because he likes the blood and the pain.

He’s a bit sadistic.

Johnny used to carve x’s into his arms with his blade when he was first gifted it, but it was out of boredom.

The scars are light and not noticeable unless you squint.

When Sissy was staying with the Manson Family, she missed the Sawyers to death.

Cried here and there whenever she was alone because she knew she could never find another family like them.

But the experience was freeing. It gave her freedom.

Nancy and Chop Top have gotten into arguments about him giving Johnny records or tapes when he was a teenager.

Nancy argued that he was a bad influence on Johnny but Chop Top argued back that Johnny was going to grow up to be “the epitome of manly men” and was going to have a liking for metal/rock anyways.

Part 3 will be coming out soon! This is what I have so far 😼

[shhuuga]

🧊 — BIG BARBIE, BITCH ON ICE.

[ prev. chap, next chap. summary — our barbies are exhausted! what better way to relax then to sit around reminiscing about being bad ass kids while sitting around the pool? ★ ]

You sigh, lying back on one of the guest rooms beds and breathing in the cool, clean air that surrounds you. chan must've cleaned this place like hell you think to yourself as you close your eyes, just letting the air of the bedroom cool your body, a few goosebumps prickling your skin. you hear two pairs of house shoes hitting the ground and before you can sit up, faye is opening the door with eva right behind her, both smiling seeing that you're ready for the pool.

"c'mon, y/n! i wanna see if i can still backflip!" faye urges, all too excited to cool off in some water. you and eva rolled your eyes simultaneously, faye is always up and moving.

"i'm coming, faye! can a girl take a breather? those 'say-sangs' were scary as hell!" you cross your arms over your swimsuit as you exit the room, suddenly feeling a lot more self conscious considering you were in a house full of men. "let me grab my--"

"noooo! c'mon, they got towels down thereee" faye pouts, already knowing that you wanted to grab your favorite cover up, and clearly being against it. you roll your eyes again, shrugging it off and beginning to walk down the steps.

minho looks up from his phone when he hears you and the girls enter the living room, he raises his hand and drops it before looking back down at his phone.

"you don't swim?" your voice makes him raise his head again, noticing that now your friends are both looking back at you and him, closer to the door than you are. he's dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt, so it would be odd is he wasn't planning on swimming. before you came down though, he really wasn't.

"i do. but last time i did i got hit with a ball, so." he mumbles the last bit, feeling embarrassed once it actually came out of his mouth. fuck, was it hot? he was hot. you're hot. is he blushing? minho's head races even faster when he hears you chuckle. not in an "im laughing at your pain" way, more of a "that's a funny story" way. whatever way it was, it was making him sweat. he needs some water.

"well, make sure it doesn't happen this time." you smile, you fucking smile at him. holy shit, is he okay? he smiles back, and stands up to follow you. his heart is racing at a million miles per hour and it feels like he's watching himself walk next to you, tell him about the kind of content you do, and how this trip will make some perfect videos.

c'mon, y/n! talk about something other than content! for the love! you didn't know what else to say! almost your whole life after highschool has been documented online. makeup tutorials, vlogging, shopping hauls, the whole nine! when you weren't making videos, you were at mingling parties with other people who made content. eva had her cosmetics company, and faye had her singing career. but you were just "big barbie". the head huncho of the group? sure. the best known? absolutely! but that's it. you were a content creator. it was in this oddly insignificant moment that you realized you wanted something more.

.. how long has eva been talking to you?

"...and remember that time we flipped all of mr. chester's chairs and desks over and hid in the supply closet across the hall to get his reaction? it was amazing!" you smiled and nodded, not knowing quite what to say about the story, she tells it every time you three meet new people. it kind of kills the vibe because you and faye have to awkwardly fake a laugh.

you lay back onto the towel that's laid on the ground behind you, the water swaying softly against your ankles. the sounds around you are in sharp contrast, hyunjin and felix on the opposite side of the pool arguing about something, jeongin ans seungmin playing a very loud game of volleyball, and eva laughing as loud as humanly possible at changbin's joke. it was weird, eva was never like that, even around guys she liked. maybe she was just nervous, whatever.

"hey!" chris, your saving fucking grace from this headache of a quote un-quote "relaxation period", calls from inside the house, hanging his head out of the back door. he's got on his business casual, black slacks and a white button-up with a few pieces of jewelry. he waves to you, eva and faye before calling to the other members in Korean. "help me with this meat, we're having barbecue!"

you smile as faye walks over, holding her go-pro in her left hand, speaking to it as she approaches you.

"here she is, just sitting pretty.. isn't she so pretty?" the younger smiles brightly at you, weary of her wet hair from dripping on you. you smile and close your eyes, the sun beaming on your brown skin.

[spaceagebachelormann]

Hi! Was wondering if I could request headcanons about what It'd be like to be best friends with either Percy Jackson or Leo Valdez? If possible gn or m reader, thank you!

BEING THEIR BEST FRIEND - PERCY JACKSON AND LEO VALDEZ

  ੈ✩‧₊˚ FANDOM: riordanverse

  ੈ✩‧₊˚ FORMAT: headcanon

  ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: swearing, angst because i can’t help myself, ttc spoilers, tlo spoilers, tlh spoilers, moa spoilers, hoh spoilers, boo spoilers, toa spoilers

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୨⎯ percy jackson⎯୧

oh my

so you guys probably met at camp half blood during his first year

he was NOT having a good day and you just came and sat beside him and started rambling about random shit

and he was like “okay….”

after that you randomly came up and started talking to eachother

and soon you were inseparable

you get invited on quests with him!!

they let you come as a 4th person for emotional support

he forces you to eat blue food

once you meet sally blue food is all you eat

speaking of sally she loves you

istg she’s atleast once referred to you as her other child

she’s really glad you came up to percy and started rambling about anything and everything because now he has lots of friends

do NOT blame yourself for what happened to bianca and zoë, even if it WAS your fault, or he will shove blue pancakes down your throat until you agree that it wasn’t your fault

also i have a headcanon that bianca and percy were best friends so you three have your own little trio until she dies

if you got hurt during the battle of manhattan (in the first series) my guy would be going insane

demanding to know what happened

anyway then he goes missing and now your going insane trying to figure out what happened

while he’s gone you become good friends with leo and come with them on their quest as a distraction to the fear you feel every minute of everyday of not knowing if your best friend is okay

when you guys find him you laugh while annabeth judo flips him

then judo flip him yourself

you and annabeth are a platonic power couple

BONUS 1:

Y/N, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Percy, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Annabeth: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Y/N: playing systemic oppression

i feel like if you’re part of the 7 he’d be a bit annoyed because he knows being part of a prophecy like that means you’re gonna get hurt a lot

but like he can’t stop you from coming along because you’re in a prophecy

it’s impossible (probably)

THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WHEN HE FALLS INTO TARTARUS WITH ANNABETH

YOUR BSF COULD BE DEAD

HOW ARE YOU EXPECTED NOT TO PANIC

when they get out okay you and him go for like a night in the city to catch up cause you’ve both been busy

it was… chaotic

so for dramatic affect let’s say gaea destroyed your house so you have no place to stay and he’s like “you can live with me!!!”

you do then lester shows up and you terrify him with your… well your everything basically

if percabeth has kids your probably the wine aunt/uncle/relative

you go to the same high school

and take almost all the same classes

HE WILL NEVER TAKE MATH OR ENGLISH EVER AGAIN

you randomly storm into eachothers classes to tell eachother the most random things

“PERCY LOOK I FOUND A FROG”

“THATS SO COOL WHATS ITS NAME”

the chaos that you two would cause accidentally

you buy recorders together and annoy EVERYONE

annabeth breaks them eventually

in conclusion: being percys best friend is: chaotic, fun, and also dangerous. he’s protective but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing because like he’d fight for you if anything were to happen

10/10 best friend would recommend

BONUS 2:

Percy: it’s dark in here

Y/N: don’t worry i got this

Y/N: *stomps feet*

Y/N: *sketchers light up*

୨⎯ leo valdez ⎯୧

for my own sake i’m gonna say you met at the boarding school

you, jason, leo, and piper were all VERYYYY good friends

you had your own little squad

you were closest with leo though because of your energy matching

anyway when the whole thing at the grand canyon happens you two are tryna work together to do whatever you can

spoiler warning: IT DIDNT WORK

you tried okay

when the chariot crashes at chb you’re both like “wtf”

you probably pointed out the thing above his head

when he learns he can do fire powers you guys have fires every week where you make s’mores and yell at people from afar

funniest duo

probably forbids you to do random stuff

if you’re part of the 7 hes probably happy because:

a) HES GOING ON A QUEST WITH HIS BESTFRIEND

b) you can do your pranks together and make everyone angry at you

so help me god if you fall into tartarus with percy and annabeth he will jump in after you

no he tries but jason doesn’t let him

if you don’t fall in but are restless and worried after he’ll stay by you the whole time

even though your kinda freaking him out he’s not gonna leave you like this

when they come back alright hes so happy to see your tense shoulders relax and you fall asleep easily that night

OH ALSO PLATONIC FLIRTING

you’d probably propose at restaurants to get free food

or if someone’s bothering you or him the other will come and flirt and act like your/his partner to scare them away

i’m pretty sure leo has canonically read the hunger games so he rants to you about it while sobbing his eyes out

WHEN HE HAS TO DIE IN BOO HE AVOIDS YOU FOR AWHILE AS TO NOT GET ATTACHED TO YOU FURTHER

when you find out what’s he’s gonna do it’s too late and he’s already gone 😨😨

another 6 restless months

you lose hope then your sibling comes in and says “HES BACK”

you judo flip his ass so hard

then you meet calypso and become friends with her too

she’s like you and leo’s gaurdian

BONUS 1:

*Y/N and Leo sitting together in jail*

Leo: so who should we call

Y/N: i’d call calypso but i feel safer in jail

comforting eachother after jason dies

okay back to the not sad stuff

BONUS 2:

Y/N: *holding perfume bottle* is this whiskey or perfume?

Leo: *chugs entire bottle*

Leo: it’s perfume

[beanghostprincess]

Since Pudding joining Buggy's crew was already discussed, and Uta joining it as well is a popular headcanon, I present to you: Uta and Pudding being mentally instable chaotic besties.

Imagine all of the possibilities. Them talking shit about Shanks and Sanji togheter (even tho Uta still semi respects Shanks and Pudding is madly in love with Sanji) or having girl nights togheter, doing eachother's makeup or dressing up in the most fashionable matching outfits. All while being completely unhinged and with homicidal tendencies.

YOU'RE SO REAL!!! This is so true. They'd get along so well. Uta actually joins the crew first! Then Pudding appears and she seems like a sweet girl only at first, but then she demands to stay and says she can be useful as she can read Poneglyphs. So what I said in one of my posts about them, she joins them and becomes their princess. Except that now she has a diva to share the place with! They're both so adored by everyone. They also get along so so so well! Uta keeps talking shit about Shanks leaving her and Pudding feels bad for her, explaining her experience with her mom and Uta going insanely angry and protective at that. She even makes a song inspired by Pudding's beauty!! They're besties!! They love each other so so much!! Pudding keeps saying she hates Sanji but Uta knows she likes him, of course, she always asks her to sing love songs for her, but she won't admit it. They do each other's hair right after having probably almost murdered a bunch of marines that were saying they were weak (don't mess with them. Really. Uta's power is fucked up). I think, to add a bit of angst, that Uta would ask Pudding to erase her memories of Shanks because they hurt too much even if she turns that into strength. They hurt. But Pudding refuses and says that memories can also be beautiful even if they hurt, and she tells her about what happened with Sanji and everything her mom made her do and that she wouldn't erase her memories because they're part of her. Thinking also about Perona coming to visit Mihawk and meeting these two and yelling to Mihawk like "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD TWO CUTE GIRLS IN THE CREW?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS?!" and she befriends them right away. Everybody is scared of them, not because they're protected by Cross Guild, but because they're actually creepy. Nobody approaches Pudding when she's angry and even less hurt her because she will manipulate you and she will break your heart. Nobody makes Uta remember her past or mentions something that could trigger her because that sends her into a breakdown and that's never good. And Perona is a bit scared of them, ngl, she's way calmer than them but she has fun seeing them torment people while she sits in a corner looking pretty and sending her ghosts to haunt the ones that bother them. They have such a strong bond! Alvida joins their girl nights quite a lot too <3

Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile absolutely love them because they're tiny but menacing and scary. If somebody stronger than them tries to fight them, these three will probably end him in no time. But if somebody these three girls can manipulate and torture says something about them? The three men just stare at them and let them do their thing. It's like having a Barbie and two Monster High dolls rule the world.

[saintsir4n]

SECOND CHANCE I

where brian challenges carson to race, but more than just respect is at stake. (Originally supposed to be an alt ending but now it’s a 2 fast 2 furious subplot)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE AND MORE

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“No," Carson backed away from the blonde, who pulled away from his friend Roman.

“Sonny C’mon.”

She snapped, “Don’t call me that. You know what you’ve done. 2 years might’ve gone by but there isn’t a day that I don’t think about what happened. I mean — shit. Jesse’s dead. Half of my family… I don’t even know where they are right now. I had to leave KeKe so she didn’t get caught, Mia was fuckin’ broken by it. I raced outta there so they didn’t get questioned by your friends on the force.”

Her heart clenched when she saw his eyes softening. For months she has avoided him, but she wouldn’t be able to do it for long. Everyone in Miami Beach knew her, well, they knew her by her street name 'Barbie', she won every race she entered, and Suki almost always came second. She lived with the eccentric girl, who reminded her so much of Keelie. Tej was an older brother figure who warned her whenever Brian came about.

“You knew back then I quit," Brian tried, eyes darting from her face to her body.

So much about her had changed, no beaming smile, and there was no pink in sight apart from her car. Her hair was now in long flowing braids and she adorned all black. It suited her but he couldn't help but miss how old style.

“The damage was done. Now you and your old friend are helpin’ the cops out, right?” Her eyes drifted to the attractive dark-skinned man who had been checking her out. He was beautiful in her opinion, but Brian's looks still had her stumbling for words. His hair was shorter, and he seemed more confident, “This is why I told Suki I didn’t wanna see you," she stressed.

She wanted to be anywhere else but near him, cars were all around but most people were too distracted with the incoming race, which she no longer wanted to take part in.

“We run the same circles," Brian huffed, taking a step closer, but she took one back sending shards to his heart.

2 years and he still loved her.

“Oh cut the bullshit. This is a Job for you. But this -- this is my life, Brian.”

“I get it.”

“No, you don’t," Carson scoffed, folding her arms, and looking him up and down. “Besides why are you even talkin' to me? I saw you with that Latin chick.”

He rose a brow, and a grin threatened to break out on his face, “Did you?”

He glanced back at a chuckling Roman, who was hit by a newly arrived Suki.

“Don’t give me that look," Carson groaned, annoyed that he thought she was mad about it.

She was but he didn't need to know.

“What look?" Brian's teasing tone drove her crazy.

She glared, “Like I’m jealous or somethin'.”

“You sound it!" they heard Roman yell, gaining their attention.

Brian gestured for him to stop, “Not now Rome.”

Roman rasied his hands defensively after Carson flipped him off.

“Fuck the both of you," Carson snapped, rapidly shaking her head.

Roman shouted, “What did I do?!”

Suki rolled her eyes at the man before Tej motioned her away.

Brian sighed, “Sonny listen.”

“Stop callin' me that,” Emotions clung to her stern tone. She couldn't bear to see the guy who broke her heart, it was too much, “I don’t want to listen to anythin’ you’ve gotta say. Every time I believed you — everything you said to me was a fuckin’ lie. I bet you were laughin’ at me, probably thinkin' how dumb can she be?”

“I never laughed at you," Brian frowned as she hugged herself.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a tight embrace, lay a kiss on her lips, and take her back to the houseboat he lived in, but she couldn't stomach the thought let alone, the sight of him.

“Even your name was a lie," she whispered to herself, averting glossy eyes, “Just stay away from me," she pleaded, “You know what I used to think? That when I was with you, everythin' was okay. That I felt safe. But now I realise everythin’ you touch turns to shit. So if you don’t mind, move away from my car, or I’ll run you over with it and won’t think twice.”

Brian bowed his head when she walked away and got in her car, ignoring Tej and Suki who thought she would be racing tonight.

Roman came over and patted his shoulders, “How are you gonna deal with Bilkins and Verone whilst tryna get back with her fine ass?”

Brian's head snapped up and shrugged him off, “Watch it."

“It’s not my fault you fucked up. I mean, you could’ve had it all man. Carson's fine, she can drive and everythin’, I’m surprised you could handle all of that,” Roman ceased his teasing when he saw the glare on the blonde's face. “Damn, haven't seen you this loved up since high school. What is she the one or somethin'?”

“I think she is,” Brian said without hesitation, “But you’re gonna help me fix all of this shit.”

“I’m already doin’ that homie.”

a/n:

i can just imagine this happening, brian loves sonny and he wouldn't flirt with monica. roman would love carson and she in time would love him but not now.

[magnuficentwo]

Hey guys you wanna see me talk about my rewrite Helluva Time. Of course you do. Come along !

- In this universe, Blitzø is a human from a travelling circus along with his very large family (whom he hates). He's also a little shit with zero regard for anyone that isn't himself, so he'd often steal, lie, and do everything you're not supposed to do according to both heavenly and state law. Blitzø doesn't help anyone, even people he by all means cares about, if there isn't an immediate reward for him to do so. He doesn't help Barbara Barbie Wire when she's going through things in her life, he doesn't own up to any relationships when people ask him if he's serious about anything, he can't even get HIMSELF therapy for all the weird shit going on in his life because "it wouldn't help anyway". The only thing he ever does is fuck around and never any finding out. Well, up until he accidentally gets caught in police crossfire (who weren't even looking for him yet) and goes straight to hell. Lol Lmao [Specifically, the Pride ring.]

- Of course, at first he doesn't believe it. I mean, come on, how could this be his actual punishment right ? He was suuuuch a devout church goer after all. So, he tries to bargain his way out with a particularly large demon that's about to bash in his head..........doesn't work to say the least. He wakes up in a cold sweat again and tries to do the same thing, tricking himself into believing he was dreaming the whole thing up. Well he got stabbed. And then he woke up again. This goes on for a bit until he realizes holy FUCK I'm actually in hell what the fuck !!!!!!!! He panics for a bit, almost gets himself killed a few more times, and then hides himself in some crack in a wall because he is just so miserable. How could this happen to him ??? Sure, he made a few mistakes, but nothing that wasn't fixable surely ! Sure he cheated his way through his life, left his family in the dust when they needed him most, never took responsibility for anything...lied just about every aspect of his life... let his sister die of an overdose instead of calling an ambulance– Okay yeah maybe it's his fault. But STILL what the HELL man

- Being the conniving little shit he is, of course he wasn't about to just accept something like this happening. So he starts executing his flawless 0 mistake plan !!!

- step one: Find a way to travel around through rings without getting your head blasted off (solution was to just pretend to work under some more powerful demon, and kill anyone who noticed he wasn't actually meant to be there)

- step 2: Find a powerful demon around to fuck around and get your way with (he did do that. And it worked. To everyone's shock.)

- step 3: .....uhm. yeah there wasn't really a step 3 he just needed a little more control so he didn't lose his mind. So. Profit ?

- Blitzø climbs ranks is by charming higher ranking sinners/demons with his stinky man rizz and somehow it actually works, basically. First it's Fizz, then some Mafia Man (I'm sure he won't come up later), then a Hellhound (I'm sure she will also not show up later), then Verosika, then some influential sinner, up until he finally somehow gets with Stolas...which is also where he fucks up. [small bit of context: The basic lore for Stolas is hes a demon lord who poses as like, a mayor for a town on the surface, and hes just kind of a rich entitled guy that never has any consequences for his actions. Keep in mind !]

- The way these two meet is: Blitzø was just a servant for a little while, probably hired by Stella herself because you can never have too many servants, but Stolas thinks he's very cute. Stella and Stolas have an agreement that it's okay to cheat, but not with house staff/sinners because that just sounds like a problem in the making (lots of social prejudice)... but he disregards that anyway to go flirt with the new Sinner Boy. Blitzø, being only in the dating game for self benefit, of course flirts back, and ends up with his eyes locked on not Stolas himself, but a certain magical artifact that could potentially get him out of Hell for good: The Grimoire.

- One lovely day, he attempts to steal the book while Stolas is rambling a few feet away from him. Little does he know that there is a security system in place: Book is Very Heavy to hold and he is Very Little.

- Stolas sees this and is like. Man what the fuck. You're just like everyone else, I thought we had a connection, but you just want to use me for my assets ::[. Well, okay then. You want this book ? Make yourself WORTHY of it. EARN IT by DOING WHAT I SAY. And Blitzø is like. Ooohh you just want to fuck ? And then I can have the book ? Well sure I'm in my element right now. I can do this real quick and then go home

[Several hours later]

- ...anyway. The events that follow afterward are pretty much the same as canon, "Sorry I fucked your husband" and what not, only this time "what the fuck was that Stolas" only comes after Stella goes inside because she doesn't need to embarass herself more in front of guests...

- Anyway, now with the Grimoire, things should be easy right ? WRONG. He doesn't understand SHIT that's written in it the letters shift around the page everytime he looks, and being around the book just keeps giving him a horrid headache. He doesn't understand why. He did EVERYTHING right ! This is all he needed to do ! He stares at this big heavy book with insane amounts of knowledge in it and he realizes he doesn't even know what half of this shit means. And then it hits him. He doesn't know anything at all. He never went to school, he's never been in a genuine relationship that didn't involve him wanting something out of it, he's been fighting his way through life for so long that he genuinely forgot there was more to it than just that, but at this point it's a situation with no fixing- He looked back at the wrong time, and now everything he could've had is just gone. And that kinda breaks him a little bit.

- He goes back to Stolas, because what the fuck else is he gonna do with this book, and obviously he freaks out too. This fucking guy RUINED his PERFECT LIFE that he'd been working on FOR SO LONG and now he's here AGAIN, BEGGING for forgiveness and for work. Can't even do crime right !!! He's so mad he contemplates just killing Blitzø and having it be done with........but no. This guy doesn't just deserve death. Instead, he's gonna do his bidding and whatever else he feels like. He's now no longer a person as much as he is a tool for Stolas. And that's just how it is for the rest of it. After they work out a deal, Blitzø forms I.M.P.. From there on, their relationship is strictly business- Kill people, make money, get in then get out. If Stolas wants anything else, he'll just boss him around to do it too. Blitzø's got a thousand and one problems and he's working for one of them.

Andddd that's the Blitzø rewrite ! The tone for this part of the story is darker, but the I.M.P shenanigans are a lot lighter don't worry about it. Please let me know what you think !

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Redeeming big brother; Steve Harrington x pre-teen sis reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a pretty short sweet little ficlet that went around my head for awhile. Like I said I’ve been wanting to write a Steve Harrington fic since s.2 came out but I didn’t have the time nor the inspiration to write him a story until I decided to first do a platonic fic and BOOM!! Cause let’s face it, Steve is the Babysitter and I could imagine him being the type of brother that I made him in this oneshot so I hope you guys enjoy this little fic and until next time :)

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@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

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“Look all I’m saying is that he could’ve at least had his parents drive to pick you up.” Steve said to me.

“I told you Steve, Tony said he was carpooling with his friends because his dad’s mustang was in the shop.”

“The shop right yeah.” He muttered.

“You know you didn’t have to drive Dustin and I to the Snowball, we could’ve asked his mom.”

“No, no I needed to make sure that little shit didn’t try anything with you.”

“Eww Steve what the hell! Dustin and I do not like each other like that. You know that.”

“Still I just wanna make sure that even when you’re dressed all……you know—”

“Barbie? A slut?”

“Hey! You are not that don’t ever call yourself that even if you’re joking. You-you look beautiful. Really you do. It’s just…..” he took a deep sigh as clenched the stirring wheel.  “You don’t dress up this nice like most girls do. And I’d hate for those boys to suddenly see you and think they need to jump your bones.”

“They’re not like that Steve. Plus Max will have my back, and you know how savage we can be together.”

“Believe me I saw it for myself. All I’m saying is don’t let any boy try to take advantage of you. Especially this Bobby guy.”

“His name’s Tony.”

“That’s what I said, Darrell.” I rolled my eyes as Steve pulled into Dustin’s curb and honked the horn.  

We sat there for a few minutes which allowed me to check my makeup, nothing too extreme just some blush, a bit of eye shadow to match my blue dress and checked to make sure my hair was alright.  

“Hey, c’mon now.” Steve lifted the visor up.  I looked at him annoyed but he assured me with a gentle look in his eyes “I already told you, you look beautiful.”

I’ll admit.  He really was trying to be the brother he once was.  Ever since he became ‘King Steve’ he never wanted anything to do with me. Said I was too nerdy to be with someone ‘cool’ like him.  It really hurt to lose my brother like that to the poison that was popularity.

And he only seemed to get worse as the years went by, especially when he was involved with the whole Nancy ‘the Slut’ Wheeler vandalization at the local theater.  But ever since he got involved with the Upside down, and he broke free of that dick Tommy Hagan and that bitch Carol, he started to change.

Especially this past year.  He’s even tried to mend our bond but when the events of the Upside down began to come back with Will, the Demodogs and Max’s asshole brother Billy (not Upside down related, he’s just an asshole. Nearly killed me, Dustin and Lucas while we were biking home from school on Halloween).  And Nancy broke up with Steve, he seemed a bit more—emotionally vulnerable.

He wanted to be with me but I had other problems at the time with Dustin and his ‘secret pet’.  That’s when Steve, Dustin and I became the starting team in this whole demodogs thing, then one disaster fell after another until we were finally able to get the gate close permanently and get rid of all the demodogs.

Finally Dustin came racing down and I couldn’t stop but stare at the nest on top of his head.

“Thanks for the ride guys.” He said getting into the back seat.

“Uhh Dustin, what the hell happened to your head?” I asked him.

“What?”

“Your head. I’ll need to find Diana Ross’ number because I think I just found her hair.”

“Shut up!” Dustin snapped at me.  “My hair does not look like hers.”

“You’re right you’re right. It actually looks like if Elvis was given a bad perm.” I laughed.

“Alright you little shit ease up on him. Ignore her Dustin, she’s just jealous because it took her five hours just to get her hair like this.” I punched Steve’s arm and ordered him.

“Just drive asshole.” As Dustin giggled from the backseat, Steve turned the car back on and he drove us to the school.

He pulled us in and we could see from the cat some of the Snowball decorations and could hear the music playing loudly.

“Hey Hover switch seats with me, I need to check the mirror now.” Dustin said.

“Dustin you know I was kidding right. You look great.”

“She’s right. Now remember, when you walk in there.”

“Pretend I don’t care.” Dustin said.

“You don’t care.”

“I don���t care.”

“Honestly why did you have to say that? That’s literally the worst advice ever Steve.” I scoffed rolling my eyes and shaking my head solemnly. “Dustin continues to listen to you and he’ll be single until he’s 30.”

“Okay that’s overexaggerating. Don’t listen to her Henderson. You’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay them dead.”

“Like a lion.” Dustin then let out a purr to which both Steve and I cringed.

“Yeah don’t do that.” Steve told him bluntly.

“Ever again.” I also told him.

“Right.” Dustin agreed before he got out of the backseat and I followed suit.  Soon pulling up behind us was a large black SUV it slowly came to a stop before the front door opened to reveal one of Tony’s friends, Andrew.

“Thanks mom. See yah at 10.” Soon the back door opened and more of Tony’s friends piled out until Tony was the last one to come out. My heart fluttered in my chest as my palms started to grow a bit sweaty.

“What you just gonna sit there and gawk (Y/n)?” Dustin said to me.

“Shut up Henderson.” I said.  I took a deep breath and took about two steps forward only to stop and see someone else coming out of the SUV as well.  It was the biggest bitch in the whole seventh grade, Jenna LoDuca and she was holding Tony’s hand.

“Thanks baby.”

“No prob babe. Ready to head in?” Tony asked her.

“Yeah thanks.” She said as they walked hand in hand towards the gym following behind Tony’s friends.

My heart shattered and fell into my stomach as I looked down. So he really didn’t care.  He never cared to begin with. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me that he was gonna take out Jenna instead of me, he could’ve at least told me.

“(Y/n)? Hey it’s…..” Dustin started off but I didn’t want to hear it.  I took off running as tears fell down my face.

I don’t know where I ended up but all I know was that I wasn’t at the back entrance where the dance was but I was still within the school grounds.  I kicked the gravel under my feet harshly scuffing up the 1 inch high heeled shoes mom got me on her last business trip (even though I hate anything that isn’t a sneaker or sandal on hot days).

“(Y/n).” I sniffled and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t wanna hear it Steve!” I snapped.

“Okay. Do you…….do you want me to take you home?” he asked in a nervous, unsure tone.

“No. Because then I’ll have done all this for nothing. Plus Jenna will rub it in my face Monday.”

“Wait she bullies you?”

“It doesn’t matter Steve. Just go home and don’t bother me with this anymore.” I walked back towards the school and tried to clean my face off as best as I could before entering the school with a big fake-ass smile on my face.

I met with the guys at the table and they were surprised to see me come walking in.

“(Y/n) you—you actually came in.” Mike said.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because of Je—” Dustin started off by saying but Max kicked him in the shin.

“Don’t listen to them, there’s more to life than stupid boys. C’mon (Y/n) let’s get something to eat I’m getting a bit peckish.” Max came over and took me away from the boys.

“Thanks Max, I owe yah.”

“I’ll remember that for later. But for real, don’t worry about those turd wards. You’re more badass than the two of them are popular.” Max said playfully shoving my shoulder with hers.  That got a small smile out of me as we reached the food stand and we each got a plate of crackers, cookies and a cupcake.

As the dance went on, it soon came time for the slow dancing. At first Max declined Lucas’ offer to dance but since I could tell how long Lucas had probably rehearsed this, I told her it was okay so she and Lucas went to the dance floor together.

Then a girl from mine and Will’s art class came up and asked Will to dance (even though she called him Zombie boy).  Then Dustin went over to a group of popular girls to ask one of them to dance leaving Mike and me alone for the first song (it’d just be awkward to dance together).

When the next song came on, we both took notice of El coming into the gym now, all dolled up and pretty.  Mike stood up and walked towards her without saying a word to me (but truthfully he didn’t have to).

I was now all alone at my table, in fact looking around every one of my peers had a partner or were in their friend groups chatting along the sides of the gym.  And just ahead of me I could easily spot Jenna and Tony dancing together, hell they pretty much remained in my visual range throughout the whole slow song montage.

It was then my favorite Lionel Richie song, Truly began playing through the speakers.  I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and was just tempted to leave the gym and stay outside for the rest of the dance.

“Hey little Hover.” I looked up and saw my brother Steve wearing his homecoming tux and sporting his Risky Business shades.

“Steve? What are you…how did you get in here? You didn’t ask to volunteer.”

“I know. I’m not a volunteer. I’m your date.”

“Steve……”

“C’mon please. Don’t make me get on my hands and knees begging over this song cause you know I will. In front of all your friends and these people I’ll…..”

“Okay! Okay you big hairy oaf!” I said getting up and took his hand before we went over to the dance floor.  We stood before each other and he took my right hand into his left while his right rested along my waist and my other hand rested on his.

“He wasn’t worth it.” I looked at him as he lead me in the first few steps of our slow dance.  “Your tears. Boys this age are incredibly stupid and he’s gonna regret leaving you for that.” He gave a slight gesture of his head towards Tony and Jenna who were looking at us.

“Maybe it’s because I really don’t live up to the Harrington name.”

“Hey now…...”

“No Steve it’s true. I mean, look at her. She’s popular than me, she’s smart, and she’s way prettier than me.”

“Now that’s total bullshit.” He gave me a gentle spin before bringing me back into him.  “First of all you are smarter than your older brother. In fact you’re too smart. I swear dad never shuts up about how my 13 year old sister is smarter than me, a senior in high school. Second, being popular really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially if it changes you for the worst.”

He stroked a baby strand of hair from my forehead and tucked it back over my teased hair.

“It makes you cruel and makes you blind to what’s in front of you. I swear the last thing I remember was you clinging onto your teddy bear you won at the 4th grade fair and now here you are. A teenager in the works who I think is the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.”

“Even more beautiful than Nancy Wheeler?” I asked skeptically.

“Especially more than Nance.” He said without hesitation.

“Best not let her hear you say that.”

“Truthfully I think you were her favorite Harrington more than me.” I softly laughed.  “No I swear, she’d always ask me when she’d see you. She even said at times she could trade Mike in for you.” Steve said through his laughing as he spun me outward our hands keeping a firm hold on each other before I spun back into him just as the song came to my favorite part.

Right as Lionel’s voice hit that crescendo, I was resting my head against my brother’s chest as my arms wrapped around his waist.  I felt him slightly pick me up and he placed my feet gently on top of his as I heard him softly sing along to the ending of the song.

It brought me back to the early days of my childhood when Steve and I were the best of friends.  Whenever I was sad or felt lonely from mom and dad’s constant work travels, Steve always played a slow song  over dad’s radio, he’d have me standing on top of his toes and the two of us would sway like this as he’d sing the song to me.

After the dance was over, I was just getting into bed when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

“Knock, knock.” Steve’s voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Speak friend and enter.” I said.

“You know I don’t speak that nerd language.”

“Then you cannot pass.” I teased him.  He knocked again and I couldn’t help but say, “I hear yah knockin, but you can’t come in!”

“(Y/n) at least tell me your decent.”

“Yes I’m in my jammies.” He opened the door and came right on in.  “No respect for your sister’s room. Why do you think I asked you to speak the password? It’s not that hard, the password is Mellon.”

“I’ll slow dance with you, sing to you, even fight interdimensional monsters with you. But never on this green earth will you get me to speak that nerd language.” He said as he came over and sat at the edge of my bed.

“It’s not nerd language is Elvish. Sindar to be exact.” Steve buried his face into his hand groaning softly.  “Hey, Dustin and I got you to watch Star Wars with us and you loved it. Which makes you a nerd too Stevie.”

“First of all just because I enjoy it doesn’t make me a ner—okay I see what you’re doing munchkin.” He said as he ruffled my head. “So, your first school formal. Besides the little jerk that shall remain nameless in this house, how was it before I got there?”

“It was alright. Mostly Max and I talked and of course the guys were giving Dustin a hard time with his hair. I think his natural curls just really threw the Farrah faucet spray off.”

“Yeah it did. But the kid needed the reassurance. Now correct me if I’m wrong but did he call you Hover back in the car.”

“Hover is my D&D character’s name. She’s a level 16 rouge assassin. Sometimes Dustin calls me that outside of the game.”

“So you used my nickname for you for your nerdy game?”

“Steve it’s not…..” he raised his hand and continued.

“I was just going to say it’s actually kinda sweet.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Though I wish it was still between us. After all I’ve been calling you that since you could walk.” He said booping my nose. “Well it’s late, you should get some sleep.” At that point I let out a soft yawn and got under the covers.  “Goodnight Hover.” He stood up but before he left my room I grabbed his hand. I sat up and hugged him before kissing his cheek. “What was that for?”

“For being my big brother.”

“But I…..”

“I know you’ve been an asshole for the past few years now but in the past year you really have been trying. I could see you putting in the effort to try and fix things between us. You could’ve stayed the way you were, or worst become like Billy.”

“I’d rather get eaten by one of those dog things than ever raise a hand to you like that asshole does to Max.”

“I know. That’s why I’m grateful to have a brother like you. You may not be smart, but you’re a damn good big brother and I love you for that.” A smile came at the corner of his lips as he ruffled my hair again before leaning forward and kissed the crown of my head.

“You’re not so bad either squirt.” He pressed his forehead against mine and continued, “And I love you too.” I smiled softly as Steve pressed another kiss to my forehead before we told each other goodnight and he left my room and I soon fell fast asleep.

[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty Imps chapter: 9 Stolas the Caregiver Pt2

Chapter 9: Stolas the caregiver Pt 2

Blitzø woke up in Stolas’s arms. He was bigger again, and could easily put two and two together.

He fucking regressed in front of Stolas!

Fuck.

He tried to release Stolas’s grasp on him, but he it was kinda impossible. 

“Stolas?” He called out, tapping on the bird’s shoulder to wake him up.

Stolas’s eyes open and look down at the imp. “Oh, you’re awake.” Stolas says, letting go of Blitzø to rub the sleep from all four of his eyes. “Are you alright?” He asks.

“Yeah…” The Imp sighs. “I’m fine.”

“How are you feeling?” The prince asks.

Blitzø shrugs, scooting away from Stolas anxiously. “M’fine. Like I said.”

“Are you…um, older, now?” Stolas asks, hesitantly.

“I guess.” Blitzø shrugs again.

“So, you are a regressor then?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø was embarrassed, he can’t believe he actually admitted it. He turned away from Stolas, bringing his knees closer and hugging them. 

“Blitzø, please talk to me; I know I push a lot of boundaries with you, but it’s only because I care. I would never intentionally hurt you, ever; or tell anyone about this.” He promised.

Blitzø thinks about it, then he nods. “Yeah…I am. I don’t normally- in front of other people…. Actually ever.”

“I figured that.” Stolas says. “Do your friends or family know? Your employees? Your daughter?”

Blitzø shakes his head. “No, normally I can hide it pretty well. honestly don’t know what’s going on with me.”

Stolas looks at him, listening. Trying so hard restrain himself from asking a million questions about it- how has he never slipped in front of anyone else? Did Stolas do a good job? How old was regressed Blitzø? He has to know! But he doesn’t want to overwhelm him! So, he settles on asking only one question: “What made you slip?”

Blitzø Thought about it…could he tell Stolas the reason? Should he? 

He doesn’t remember much of what happened at all… but the single word of endearment Stolas had used was all he could think about. 

‘Starlight.’

Of all the things to fucking call him! 

“I don’t- I don’t know.” Blitzø lies.

He can’t trust anyone, he should’ve lied to Stolas the first place.

Nothing good ever came from people knowing…

Blitzo, past {Age 15}: 

Blitzo slowly made his way to his parents side of the tent, he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this.

“Blitzo, is everything alright?” Tilla, his mother asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just need to talk to dad for a second.” He explains.

“Blitzo…” Tilla crossed her arms.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to cause any problems, I just need to talk to him about what happened, a simple explanation, you don’t have to worry about it.” Blitzo says.

Tilla still wasn’t convinced, she  raised an eyebrow to show Blitzo that she was serious; now was certainly not the time to piss off Cash.

“I saw barbie smoking earlier, you may want to check on her to make sure she’s okay.” Blitzo tells her.

Tilla sighs. “Promise me that you will not antagonize your father.”

Blitzo nods. “I promise.” He lies.

Tilla nods back. “Alright, I’ll go check on your sister, are you going to be alright?” She asks.

“I’ll be fine, it’s not gonna take long.” Blitzo says.

“Alright, goodnight darling.” Tilla says before kissing her son’s cheek.

“Night, mom.” He says. Blitzo waits until his mom is really gone before walking inside the tent.

His father was busy, counting money and shit, the one thing he actually loved was money. He didn’t really care about his wife or kids, nothing they did ever made him proud. It was never enough for him.

“Blitzo? What the fuck do you want?” His father asks, suddenly noticing the teen.

“It was me…” Blitzo confessed.

“Huh?”

“I was the one who cheated on the godamn test, alright? Happy?” Blitzo asks.

Cash was happy, he smiled slyly at his son with raised eyebrows as if he actually accomplished something. “Oh yeah? Why did you cheat?” He asks, standing up and circling the smaller imp.

“Why do you think?” Blitzo asks.

“So you are a little then?” Cash chuckles. “What a shame. I was hoping it would be a kid I could actually be proud of.” Cash says. “But I suppose you’ll have to be enough.”

“Listen, I’m the one who funded this fucking circus after you sold me to that stupid prince!” Blitzo raised his voice. “And I’ve been making plenty with your ‘special’ clients.”

“I don’t know why you feel the need to bring it up all the time!” Cash scoffs. “We brought you back, just like we always do!”

“The point is, do you really want to be stuck with me? Deal with caseworkers and shit forever?! They won’t leave you alone long enough to hide what you’ve been having me do. And, I’m telling you now, if you send any caseworkers here, I’ll make sure they know about all the shit that happens around here, including stealing from that owl prince and pimping me off while you overwork Fizz and Barb.” Blitzo threatens, moving closer to his father in his attempt to be intimidating.

“You’d do that to your own family- to your mother?!” Cash asks spitefully.

“The guilt trip and threats won’t work on me this time, pops;  I’m fucking serious.” Blitzo says, standing his ground. “You did this to your family, not me.”

“Then you’ll be in shit too, taken to some fucking adoption center to waste away, you fucking moron!” Cash explains. “No one will want you!”

Blitzo shrugs. “It’s better than jail with you, right?” He asks. “How about this: I don’t retake the test, and no one needs to make any drastic decisions or ruin a perfectly horrible family business, alright?” He suggests.

Cash sighs. “Fine, I won’t make you take the second test; but don’t think for one second that if you cause me any more trouble I’ll just let you. I can always find a trafficker to sell you to.” His father got frightening close to Blitzo. “Because, see, they don’t really care what your results are. They’ll take you anyway.” He cornered Blitzo to the wall of their tent, his threatening dark tone bright shivers down Blitzø’s spine.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t expect anything different from you.” Blitzo says, glaring daggers at his father, he tries to keep his breathing under control, Cash can’t know how scared he was.

“Good, it’s important you know who’s mercy you’re under.” Cash says, grabbing Blitzo by his collar. “I’ve done everything I can to take care of you kids, and none of you have ever shown me any kind of respect, especially you! You will start showing me the respect I deserve, and you’re going to be working harder from now on, pleasing anyone I put in front of you with no trouble. Got that, buster?” His father asks.

“Yes.” Blitzo agreed reluctantly, looking away from his father’s violent eyes. “I got it.”

“Good, now get some sleep. You have work tomorrow.” Cash says with a smile, letting him go.

Blitzo walked back to his side of the tent with Fizzarolli. He hated that he had to do that, hated his father more than anything… but it was worth it to ensure the safety of both Barbie and Fizzarolli. 

Blitzo knew he’d pay for this. But, no good deed goes unpunished. Blitzo’s life is already horrible, this is the only way he can protect his sister and boyfriend, and it will be worth it in the end. 

Present:

“Well, I certainly understand why you’d want to keep this a secret.” Stolas says. “Especially from me.”

Blitzø couldn’t believe that he actually told Stolas about this, he hasn’t told anyone about this since his father! And what the hell is Stolas going to do? Would he send a report? He’s never been against breaking the rules before (e.g the grimoire) but who knows where Stolas stands on this particular subject.

“Blitzø, if you’re worried about me telling anyone, you don’t have to be.  I’m serious when I say I genuinely care about you and your health. Alerting anyone about this would possibly ruin your career and reputation; not to mention take away the little freedom you have. I care too much about you to let that happen, and I don’t know what I’d ever do if I lost you.” Stolas explains.

Blitzø nods. “Alright.” 

“Are you alright?” Stolas asks again as he notices Blitzø’s breathing had increased immensely.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, I just- I need to catch my breath.” He says.

Stolas nods, understanding.

They waited a few moments for Blitzø’s breathing to get back to normal in total silence, then Stolas suddenly smiles, then starts laughing hysterically.

Blitzø glared at the owl. “The fuck is your problem?” He asks.

“It’s just-“ he hoo’ed. “you really ARE a child.”

Blitzø blushes slightly, then scoffs and throws a pillow at Stolas to try and hide his reaction. “Shut up, asshole.”

“Seriously, though. You have nothing to worry about.” Stolas says. “I won’t yell anyone about this. But, I must say, I’m am glad you told me.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Blitzø’ asks.

“Because it means you trust me.” Stolas says.

Blitzø thought about it, did he really? He definitely could’ve just told him to fuck off and been done with it- but, he choose to tell him the truth. Willingly.

“So that means you don’t have a caregiver.” Stolas says.

“What?” Blitzø asks. “Oh, Uh, no. Obviously. And I don’t need one.” He adds.

“I happen to be a classified caregiver, perhaps I could look after you?” Stolas suggests.

“I just fucking said I don’t need one.” Blitzø repeats.

“I know you don’t, I just mean sometimes, or hang out with you so you don’t feel so lonely. I did a fairly good job today, didn’t I?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø hesitates. “I- I don’t really remember anything when I regress.” He confesses.

“Oh, that sounds rather scary.” Stolas says.

Blitzø shrugs. “I think it’s my mind trying to protect me from shame or something.”

Stolas nods. “Probably For the best then.” He mumbles. “Maybe having a caregiver just to make sure nothing bad happens to you would be useful?” He suggests. “Make you feel more secure?”

Blitzø sighs. “Maybe…“

“Take some time to think about it.” Stolas suggests. “I promise I would never do anything that we hadn’t already talked about, you can trust me.”

“Why do you even want to? Littles are…I don’t know, they’re a lot of work.” Blitzø says. 

“Well, being royalty and all, I’ve never had a little of my own. Raising my daughter was one of the best experiences of my entire life if you don’t count Stella’s interference. All caregivers need a little, and with you being more independent, I think it would be a perfect opportunity for the both of us.” Stolas explains.

Blitzø thought about it, Stolas did make a good point, but it was still Stolas. They’re business partners, not friends, not boyfriends. It would be foolish to allow him to do something this intimate.

It was a good sign that Stolas was actually asking though, he could’ve just told the authorities about him, then he could’ve filled in the stupid paperwork and kept Blitzø to himself and no one would ever say anything about it! They never asked what the littles wanted, always claiming that littles just don’t know what’s good for them, especially when they’re lower class citizens like imps- but Stolas actually asked him.

Stolas was…evolving. He’s thinking  of Blitzø as something other then a lower class demon, what did he actually think of him? Blitzø wasn’t sure…

“What do you think?” Stolas asks.

All Blitzø could hear is his stupid father saying: ‘No one will want you.’

Most people might think this proved him wrong, that Stolas actually did want him. But, Blitzø knew the truth. No matter what happens, Stolas and him could never be more than what they already are. 

Which is nothing. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Stolas.” Blitzø says. “I’m sorry.”

Stolas nods. “Don’t be, I understand.” He says. “Don’t worry, I won’t bring it up again you know, unless I have to. I do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Blitzø nods.

“Oh, I’ll go bring us some dinner now.” Stolas announced awkwardly, getting up and leaving. 

Blitzø exhaled slowly, He can’t wait till he can go home, he has a feeling Stolas has been rejected enough for now. 

~~Later~~

Stolas was a little disappointed at Blitzø’s rejection, of course. But he did understand. Blitzø and him have a complicated relationship, and Stolas felt he was mostly to blame for it; why did he feel the need to push Blitzø into doing whatever he wanted? It’s not that he doesn’t care what the Imp needs or wants, perhaps he was simply too selfish in the beginning…and maybe he still is.

He needs to start considering what Blitzø wanted…

Yes, Stolas decides that he needs to start listening and prioritizing Blitzø more, it hasn’t really worked in the past but, maybe if he tries harder that will change!

Suddenly, Stolas felt something crawling under the covers of his bed, it was rather strange. He turned on the light and removed the comforter to reveal the darling little Imp.

“Blitzø? What are you doing?” He asks.

Blitzø wasn’t in a talkative mood, he just moved closer to Stolas. Blitzø was holding the small horse plushie Stolas had given him a year ago when he hurt his leg, thus indicating he was indeed little right now. He was also wearing his adorable horse hoodie, he was overall the most adorable thing Stolas has ever seen.

“Oh, darling. Are you little?”

Blitzø just hugs the hose closer.

“It’s alright if you are, I’m not upset.” Stolas says.

Blitzø finally nods.

“Well, that’s alright. So, what are you doing out of bed?” Stolas asks. 

Blitzø frowns and shrugs, he doesn’t want to answer verbally, which was alright too. 

Stolas tilted his head. “Hmm. Perhaps you’re just looking for some company? You’re more than welcome to stay here for as long as you’d like.”

Blitzø smiles and snuggles close to Stolas, he held on to the bird as if he was afraid he’d suddenly leave if he let go.

Stolas petted the little one gently, there has to be a way, he couldn’t just let Blitzø be without a caregiver, could he? It would be cruel to leave a child on his own.

But how could he convince Blitzø to agree?

[vannahmontannah]

~Your Last Lover

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"Dude! What fuck, man!"

"Bro, chill! It was just one roach!"

This job sometimes more professionals. I don't know how much more of this I can take. How do you get roaches in your game system and don't even let me know? What's going on at home?

"You have to tell me beforehand," I said.

"I'm sorry. But, can you still fix it? I really need it,"

"What else is wrong with it?" I shook my head.

"It's slow! It over heats a lot and I think there's dust stuck inside,"

"Okay. I can hook you up,"

"How much will it be? I got $400,"

"I'll let that roach pass since it's just one, but it's a cool $270,"

"Thanks so much! I can't afford a new one right now, so this is a deal,"

"It should be done in three days,"

"Thank you,"

He handed me the money and rushed out the door. If he can afford to get his game fixed, he can afford cleaning supplies.

"Yo!" Camron greeted.

"Hey..."

Camron (Cam—Ron) is the store manager. We have another employee named Davion. I work at a service shop where we fix electronics. I fix computers, PC's, and game systems while Davion fixes phones and tablets. We're all good at doing each thing, but we have certain ones we're good at doing best. We also fix smart watches but we do not fix TV's and VR systems. So don't come in here it's a 65in TV and that new Apple VR.

"What's wrong with you?"

"We got another roach,"

"Aw nah! Imma have to put up a sign saying we don't do big infested shit. That's a such an inconsiderate thing,"

"Well, I said I'd do it though. I'm finishing up a laptop right now,"

"So, I was at this party last night right?"

"Yeah?"

"I seen this girl. Her name's Barbie,"

"What about her?"

"She fine as hell! That's what's up! Yo! The next party is in two days. I want you and Davion to come,"

"Is this another college party?"

"No! She just so happen to be in college and I met her,"

"Why don't you just meet her there?"

"I would, but I don't think I'm her type,"

"How come?"

"Well, she told me the kinda guys she fuck with and I'm just not in that category. But you may like her,"

"Not you trynna hook me up,"

"I'm not. She wasn't the only girl I met anyway. I just want ya to come with me. Shop close at 7 and the party starts at 8,"

"What school she go too?"

"Thurgood," (this is a made up school)

"She stay on campus?"

"Nah. She off campus,"

"Okay, okay. If I'm not busy bye then—"

"Nigga, you work that day! You'll be here and we get off at the same time!"

"But you know I stay late sometimes to finish,"

"Have some fun! I'm keeping the key this time. You will be getting out the store. You'll never know, she may need something fixed of hers,"

"Well, she's free to come on down when she likes,"

"I'm looking for the hoes...Yeah, yeah! Shake that ass, hoe! Shake that ass, hoe!" Davion sang.

I'm legit looking at this man with pure confusion. Is this nigga singing Sexy Redd? And he knew all the words! This nigga's trippin!

"Bro! Dave! What the hell are you doing!" Camron said.

"I'm Vibing! You fucking it up right now. What you want?"

"I need you to clock out on time! You not slick,"

"It wasn't an accident,"

"Whatever,"

It was 15 minutes til closing time and someone walked in at the last minute. He was dark-skin with a drop fade.

"How ya doing?" He greeted.

"I'm good. How can I help you?"

"My phone is fucked up. I dropped the bitch and the screen is done for. How much to change the screen,"

"Let me see," Davion said. "I can do $75,"

"Okay. Will it be done today?"

"No. We close in 15 minutes. I can have it done by tomorrow afternoon,"

"Damn. I kinda need it. It's whatever, as long as it gets fixed. Here's the money,"

"Thank you. I need you number and your password,"

"Hey, didn't I see you last night?" He asked.

"You probably did," Camron said.

"You was at the college party,"

"Only for a little bit—"

"I saw you talking to my girl,"

"I was not talking to her. I was having a conversation,"

"It doesn't matter. You be easy..."

He mugged Camron and left the shop. What was that about? I didn't see the big deal. Wait! Did he try to get me to talk to a woman that was already taken?

"Is that the girl you was talking to yesterday that you trynna get me to talk too?" I asked.

"I didn't know she had a nigga!"

"How you didn't know?"

"She never said anything and I never asked!"

"Camron, you trynna get Dean hurt?"

"I don't know that man!"

"I'm not going to that party," I said, packing my stuff.

"I'm still going regardless. I was just going because one of my friends wanted me to go with her and I just so happen to meet the girl, Barbie. I'm really going for my friend,"

"Cam, what are you doing at a college party?" Davion asked.

"I just said I was there for my friend. She's 25 by the way,"

"I'm out guys," I said, shaking my head.

"Wait, wait, wait. Can ya please come with me Wednesday night? Just do this one thing?"

I hesitated, but I gave in to it. So, I guess I'm going to this party Wednesday. Fuck...

[albiclalepsza]

Ok. So I'm going to rant a little about the nominations.

I love that Past Lives and Anatomy of a Fall got nominated for best picture. If Past Lives wins I'm going to be so happy, apart from Godzilla it's my favorite movie of the year.

Margot Robbie got snubbed, which is such a shame because her performance in Barbie was phenomenal. Especially since both Ryan Gosling and America Ferrera got the nominations (my theory is that it's because of how viral Ferrera's monologue went and how popular everything about Gosling is). Keoghan also didn't get the nomination when he acted his ass off so much. Gladstone got the nomination thankfully, hope she gets an Oscar, that scream she lets out when she finds out about her sister's death was genuinely bone chilling, the rest of her performance was stunning too. I'd like to see Natalie Portman nominated too, she was great in May December.

When it comes to animation, at this point I'm wondering what does Pixar have to do to not get nominated??? Elemental is aesthetically the most boring movie ever, can't say what the plot is like since I couldn't be bothered to watch it but it's probably really bland in story aspects as well. I haven't heard of Robot Dreams before but probably everything on the list is infinitely better than fucking Elemental. I hope Nimona wins, both because of how great it was both as a movie and in its message, and partially because I want to see Disney humbled after they cancelled it for being too queer. But both Across the Spiderverse and The Boy and the Heron are great too, so they could win as well.

Nothing You Can Take From Me from The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes is not on the list for the best og song which is sad, such a bop.

For some fucking reason Indiana Jones got nominated for the score, probably because it reminded the people voting for the nominations what the Indiana Jones theme sounds like. It just reuses the motifs from the previous scores without doing anything interesting. They don't have the guts to nominate Godzilla, which actually did phenomenal things with classic sound themes and complimented them with new ones.

Godzilla got a nomination for the best effects but with that competition I don't think it'll go to them. If someone gave me the means to pick nominations they'd get a few but well, I don't have that power. Rye Lane also didn't get anything. It was really visually interesting so I hoped they'd get at least one nomination somewhere, but no.

My most out of pocket picks, if someone would hand me the power to nominate shit would be John Wick 4 for best cinematography and Full River Red for best og score and best og screenplay, but since that's a Chinese production that was never going to happen.

So yeah, as per usual, a pretty disappointing year, will probably get worse when they actually announce the winners. Fuck you Academy Awards, see you in March.

Sorry @finch-connor but I haven't seen Fallen Leaves yet so I didn't put it anywhere

[karlie-what-you-want]

I'm going to try to word this correctly, because I'd like your take and I don't want my point to be misconstrued. The tldr is: I'm kinda bummed 1989 TV is such a commercial success. Here's the long of it. 1989 was my favorite album for a long long time and I was of course, excited to check out the vault. But I feel like these numbers are based on hype, not on product. Which is... fine, commercially speaking. Go girl, make those dollars. But... the result is a receipe. What perfomed the best for a long time is a record that was heavily branded by a stunt with a boy(band). What has now performed the best was a re record dropped in the middle of a tour that was completely overshadowed by the boybranding again. I feel like the rush was a mix of weird Haylor gossip thirst, football dude easter egg hunt, return of girlsquad branding... I admit, it stings that 1989 TV didn't even get a promo interview, a music video, or anything. (No, but we didn't forget the merch drops, tho!!) And it makes me sad, because... folklore, man. That had ZERO hype. Bam. There. And we ate that shit up. We loved THE MUSIC. I want the wild ride to be the music. And 2023 feels like Taylor has fully retreated inside the Taylor Swift TM persona and we're buying the TS Brand, not Taylor's music. What I was hoping for was: more 1989 vibes on vault songs, more "directed by Taylor Swift" creative expressions. What I got was: Ken and Barbie on tour. I'm sorry this is kinda rambly. I know anon asks don't take into account line breaks so this will be even more confusing. But. Yeah. I'm just a bit bummed out and I was wondering if anyone else was a bit disapointed, too? I mean. I genuinely don't know. Do people enjoy the soap opera and I'm the only one who's only turning up to check out the shoes Taylor wore in candids and for her artistic expression? Maybe I'm the weirdo. The market certainly seems to say I'm not in the majority.

Hi Anon 💕

I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way, and I can absolutely relate! It can be really difficult to separate the stunts from the music on a mental and emotional level. It’s something I still struggle with occasionally, and when the music is something so personal to you, of course you can feel protective or even disappointed when the PR goes off the rails. That is completely valid!

It saddens me that any fan would feel the shine of Taylor’s actual work has been dulled by the PR schemes.

I, too, am surprised that we haven’t seen any music video for 1989 TV yet, but I’m also not completely convinced that the book has been closed on that front. Let’s wait together in hopeful anticipation 🤞

I don’t blame you at all for how you are feeling, but I think in times like these, the most helpful thing for me is to draw that mental boundary—whether it’s a boundary between the music and the PR, or myself and the PR. Sometimes, I just don’t check the news, or I scroll away quickly if I happen to see something. These stunts are a lot, so when I feel myself becoming overwhelmed, I really try to shut down my mournful thoughts with a “NOPE! That’s not good for me right now” and then scroll away, or shut my phone off, or turn on Taylor’s actual music instead.

I am in love with 1989 TV. I’ve had it on repeat since it dropped, and hearing the vault tracks especially makes me so happy. I feel like there’s a real story there—things we didn’t get to see when the album originally came out. I have to imagine that even now, there’s so much happening behind the scenes that we can’t know. I’m just grateful for the chance to peek a little farther behind the curtain for a period of time that was very special for the T Swift community.

Lastly, regardless of the PR stunts, this drop has been huge for Taylor. Perhaps we’ll never know for sure whether that’s because people have come flocking for her music itself or they’ve grown curious due to the over the top PR, but I have a feeling that Taylor doesn’t care much either way. I think she’s at peace with the way she gets her attention, because at the end of the day, people ARE listening to her music. If they saw her at a football game cheering on some meathead and got curious enough to check out 1989 TV, what they will discover is a woman with great intelligence, a depth of emotion, and an insane amount of talent. That is just to say, it will always be her music and talent that shines in the end.

I’m reminded of YOYOK, where Taylor sings I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and I saw something they can’t take away.

No amount of stunts or bad PR (or good PR!) will change her undeniable talent. Even better that 1989 is truly Taylor’s now. I just find it comforting that regardless of how people find Taylor or why they first buy her music, they will get to enjoy it for the beautiful work of art that it always is.

Sending love, anon! You are not alone in your feelings, I promise 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤🩷🩶🤎💙

[delucadarling]

And yes, I do need to ask about every Barbie ship :D

2, 12 and 51 for Barbie/Ava

22, 38 and 50 for Barbie/Mason

3, 17 and 28 for Barbie/Felix

14, 31 and 42 for Barbie/Nate

21, 26 and 44 for Barbie/Kira

Holy smokes anon. EXCITING.

Obligatory OTP Asks

Barbie/Ava

2.) What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Barbie suffers night terrors pretty often after the Murphy incident. She had them before as well, being prone to stress and anxiety as she is, but it's 10x worse once the events of Book 1 kick off.

All Barbie would want is for Ava to hold her close, stroke her hair, and promise she'll be okay. Eventually, once they sort their shit out, that's exactly what would happen. Before that, Barbie still seeks Ava out, but doesn't want to talk and doesn't want Ava to touch her. She just wants to be in Ava's presence. Ava allows this, and probably makes Barbie a warm drink if Barbie won't make one herself. This usually leads to Barbie falling back asleep in an armchair, or some other spot near wherever Ava's spending time.

When Ava has nightmares, Barbie's very unsure about what to do. She's way out of her depth when it comes to comforting other people, even as much as she wants to do it. She'd ask Ava what she wants, what would help. Ava's prone to denying she wants anything at all, but eventually I like the idea that Barbie reads to her. A silly book that Ava would never pick up on her own, but that Ava can't help getting absorbed into when it's Barbie reading it.

12.) Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Oh yeah, definitely. Barbie can be very set in her ways, as can Ava, so when they agree on something it's GREAT. If they disagree on something, it leads to arguments over things no one else would even think to argue about. It's really tough at first, but they also love each other, so they don't want these arguments to be fights.

Two rule-loving autistic queens sit down to decide what steps to take when an argument is going too far, agree on the steps, and put them into motion over every single disagreement they have.

(Smoothing things over usually includes make up sex for Barbie, it's hands down the easiest way she's found for letting dumb shit go.)

51.) What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

I think they're both big on just doing things for one another to make their lives a little better.

Barbie has a stash of 20 shirts, the exact same brand and style that Ava likes, in a few varying colors. When one of Ava's shirts wears out, Barbie just puts a new one in her closet.

Ava stays on top of Barbie's physical needs. Food, drink, comfort. She keeps a bag of trail mix in one of her pockets at all times. She keeps an extra pair of gloves as well for when it's cold, which she pretends aren't there just for Barbie.

They're both big on physical touch with one another as well. Barbie likes to place a kiss to Ava's jaw and Ava will press a hand between Barbie's shoulder blades in small moments between moments.

Barbie/Mason

22.) What reminds each of their partner?

Barbie: [at the grocery store]

Barbie: Everything reminds me of him...

Mason: [walking into town]

Mason: ....I should call her

I'm throwing the rest of this under a cut because it's getting long y-y

38.) Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

Mason is definitely more experimental, but Barbie's not vanilla exactly. In fact, I've had a good time with the thought that their sex life is so good at it's most basic, they've pretty much only ever had missionary sex for the first few months of sleeping together. It's only when they realize Mason's never eaten Barbie out and Barbie's never jerked him off that they go "We need to broaden our horizons."

Beyond that, Barbie's a curious person, definitely willing to try most anything once. She's got a checklist of things she wants to try in her personal organizer, and a list of things Mason wants to try.

50.) Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

100000% Barbie. Spite takes too much effort for Mason. Barbie would, in fact, be hella tempted to sleep with someone else before she and Mason get together, particularly after the Haley's Bakery incident where he said they're just fuck buddies. The idea of her actually going through with it only to have major remorse when she sees how it truly hurts Mason's feelings....Delicious. I love mess. I love her panicking and trying to figure out how to fix it.

Barbie/Felix

3.) Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Barbie's taste leans more heavily toward classy, femme, and elegant. So she wouldn't be tempted by most of Felix's wardrobe. She would definitely pilfer a scarf on occasion though. What she would greatly prefer is him giving her something as a gift she could wear. A necklace, a bracelet, or even a pair of socks.

Felix cannot be kept out of Barbie's clothes though, I stand by this. She buys very nice, high quality stuff and sometimes a baby blue blazer is exactly what he needs to pull of his outfit! And he also likes all the headbands she uses to keep her hair back when she's doing her skin routine.

17.) Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

They're pretty tied here I think! Felix is more spontaneous about it, while Barbie's a bit more purposeful.

28.) What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

I think "my dove" is something Barbie would call Felix. Her soft hearted boy. My love, my darling, and sweetheart are others, but she tends to reserve the use of pet names for private moments.

Felix would spout off all kinds of saccharine and silly pet names, to make her blush, to make her laugh, and to make her roll her eyes. She says ABSOLUTELY no to 'doll' (it's OLD and it wasn't funny when it was new!!!).

Barbie/Nate

14.) How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Barbie and Nate are pretty well matched! They both value academics, research, having a plan before acting, and having a touch of luxury in their day to day lives. They're also both HORRIBLE HORNY BASTARDS.

The way they clash though is Nate keeps a lot to himself. He really values his privacy, and he has a tendency to think he knows what's best for Barbie, regardless of her own thoughts on the matter.

Barbie's nosy as hell and can't stand not knowing something, it eats at her and eats at her (she ALWAYS chooses to look up her LI in Book 3). She also prides herself on her intelligence and ability to make measured decisions, so she does not take being patronized very well.

31.) Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

Absolutely not. They're always touching somehow, whether it be holding hands, crossing ankles under a table, or having a hand on one another's hip/lower back.

42.) What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

There is an appeal to Barbie in particular to the weather being sooooo terrible that there's just no choice but for her and Nate to get snuggled up somewhere and wait it out u_u

I imagine Nate likes this just as much, but he also likes mild days where he can take her out for a nice walk around town.

Barbie/Kira

@crownleys and I are both very tickled someone wants to hear about our girls! We have, in fact, spent quite a lot of this morning and afternoon talking about them as ex-wives who get back together during the events of Book 1/Book 2

21.) Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

The answer is Kira in both instances! Barbie would fight for Kira's honor, but she's far more likely to bitch someone out or bust someone's windshield versus get into a physical brawl. Kira's not quick to brawl, but when Bobby's involved...well, all bets are off.

As for tending wounds, Barbie's got a fear of blood bad enough that she'll pass out from enough of it. If Kira's got a paper cut or something small like that, Barbie's happy to clean it up and put a bandaid on it for her. Anything that's dripping blood though, she can't look.

26.) What are their vices?

Keep in mind, I'm not Kira's creator, so I am not the definitive authority on all of this, but this is what I take away from all of mine and Crownley's chatter.

Kira's a workaholic, always looking for a new way to prove herself worthy of notice, kindness, love, etc. She's also a sucker for expensive antiquities.

Barbie's an ex-smoker and she still struggles against the urge to smoke at times. She's been known to falter in times of great stress.

44.) Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Kira's more likely to dance, and Barbie is more likely to just watch, unless Kira coaxes her over. Whatever's on the stove would end up burning if they start to slow dance, because they'd be so involved in one another they completely forget about the rest of the world. And dinner.