#i can really explain what an old man dance is just try to picture it

[autumn-opossum]

I was just minding my business listening to music and I suddenly imagined Dooku doin a little old man dance to the music I was listening to and I’m not sure I’ll ever recover

[realtalkswithfinn]

Christmas at the Compound

Avengers x reader

Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.

a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so… tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.

The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.

Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.

Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.

He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."

But secretly he cares a lot.

He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.

At surface level, it just seems like “oh rich guy is spending rich guy money”

But they’re actually really thoughtful gifts

Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.

He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.

He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.

Things like that.

Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower

“It’s too cold for this.” Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.

“Come one man, where’s your christmas spirit?” Rhodey would laugh

“I’m just doing this so stark’s power bill goes up.”

it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though

Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas

"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"

She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.

This years theme was christmas pjs

Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy

“Tony come on the reindeer ones are cute!”

“Bruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.”

Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision

She grabs everyone’s size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store

After snagging Tony’s credit card, of course.

Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but that’s a story for another day

Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa

You try to explain it to him, but it doesn’t seem to help

“So a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night… and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?”

“Well… yeah.”

“But only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.”

“He doesn’t stalk the children he just…”

“Hm.” He squints. “what about the naughty children?”

“They don’t get any presents.”

“OR,” Wanda interjects, “Krampus comes to get them.”

“Is that another fat man in a red disguise?”

“No. He’s a demon sent from hell to eat them.”

Thor nods in approval. “Ah. That’s much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!”

You stare at him. “So… you’re okay with Krampus but not Santa?”

“Well I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!”

“I… I guess…”

Decorating the tree was an all night event

You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations

The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldn’t be a holiday at the compound if you guys weren’t extra

It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity

it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wanda’s inspection

Not a bare branch

Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments

But of course, ladders were a no go

You guys liked a challenge

To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders

And I mean stand

Not sit

It was a thrilling balancing game

You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction

Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top

Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack

“CAP, you’re moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-“

“Bruce, please take a breath.”

Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up

“This one’s a little man of snow! How silly!”

Speaking of ornaments

You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree

Or, your super hero alias at least

There’s a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth

Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex

Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree

(except you guys would always rig it behind Wanda’s back, only putting her name in the hat)

She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented

So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top

You would think Natasha wouldn’t want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room

But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls

She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year

She even splurges on front row seats

You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently

Leaving the theater, she’ll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.

She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble

“We’ll work on it.”

Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???

You’re all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing

Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.

Then there’s Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.

“Mr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!”

Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his

Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes

Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter

Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wanda’s

And then there’s Thor, who’s totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top

“Hey Peter, I think yours is missing something.”

You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.

“Webs!”

“You know… we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frosting…”

That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyone’s gingerbread houses with icing webs

Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.

They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn

“Do you mind if I join you guys?”

they smile gently. “Of course not.”

You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you

They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering they’re talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you

On Christmas eve, you’re all there except for Clint, who went home to his family

Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card

You make hot coco and cider

Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night

“Alright you nutcrackers,” tony would say around midnight. “I know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but he’s not coming if you all stay awake.”

he really just wanted to go to bed

He sauntered off, calling for lights out.

Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.

“So,” you ask, taking a sip of coco, “Do you guys think we’re on the naughty list?”

Natasha Chuckled. “I’m not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if you’re taking down the bad guys?”

Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. “Do not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.”

You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.

“Thor… you realize Krampus and Santa aren’t… real?” Wanda asked.

He had a hard time swallowing that.

He ended up sleeping on the couch “just in case”

you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room

You decided to check it out against your better judgement

There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.

Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I thought I heard something by the elevator.”

“Congratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.”

“I feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.”

“He’s been there for weeks!”

“He could have been a spy. Or possessed.”

“Goodnight Thor.”

Christmas Morning finally arrived

Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds

Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am

He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.

“Y/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.” he sing-songed

“No he didn’t.” You grumbled. “Thor killed him.”

“… I don’t know what that means.”

You all stumble out into the living room

Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare

You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth

Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma

Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled

Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange

You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other

Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree

it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents

You went one at a time opening gifts

Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine

this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face

as well as a million “thank you”s

It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple “this made me think of you”

In the end, you loved all your gifts

And everyone loved what you got for them

But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family

[bouncybongfairy]

Caught Dead

The Creature x Fem Reader

Summary: Your homecoming date leaves you for another girl. On your sad and drunk walk home, you come across a memorial service for a Victorian man. Honoring his music, you wander in and play a score he wrote. The creature is so moved by your playing, he comes back from the dead and witnesses your talent first hand.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Tooth Rotting Fluff

Not Proof Read

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Usually homecoming is a night that everyone raves about. Prom is always so pretentious and stressful. Whereas homecoming was more carefree; at least that’s how it’s depicted in romance novels and fanfiction. The guy you were originally going with ended up ditching you for another girl. Your best friend was with her boyfriend and third wheeling wasn’t something you're interested in. The best course of action was to walk home, stopping at a liquor store on the way. The old woman behind the counter looked you up and down, this didn’t offend you though. Mascara stained tears left streaks of gray lined down your face. Wearing a big pink dress that you used to feel really good in. Now it felt more like a cone of shame, drawing attention to what a hot mess you were. 

“Can I please get a dutch honey and small bottle of Skol,” you ask, setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter. 

“Normally I would laugh and send you away. You’re lucky I only have fifteen minutes until I clock out and how pathetic you look right now,” she said, taking your money and bagging the items. 

Even though it was a little back handed, you were grateful for her kindness. Chasing the vodka down with cigarettes as you walked. Humming tunes to yourself, enjoying the crisp night air. The sound of classical music caught your attention, a funeral home. It was one of the only places that had its doors open still. You sit outside on the steps, gutting your wrap before rolling the blunt. 

“Were you coming in?” a voice came from the doorway. 

“Oh um, yeah just give me a second,” you say.

“Take your time,” the older gentleman gave you a warm smile before heading back inside. 

You tucked the blunt behind your ear, shoving the half empty bottle into your purse before walking in. It wasn’t an open casket funeral but more of a memorial service. There was a piano in the corner of the room, a vase of red roses sitting on top of the beautiful wood. The funeral director explained that a bunch of this young man’s music was recently discovered. A museum recently bought the music and discovered he was never given a proper funeral so they wandered to give him a proper memorial. 

To honor him and the beautiful scores that were never showcased the way they deserved. Apparently the party from the museum didn’t stay for long, the director said they mostly took pictures for their website. After reading more about his story, you felt more connected to him. Apparently his girl left him for another man. Similar to what happened at the dance tonight. Grabbing one of the scores and sitting at the piano. It could be because you were drunk but as the sorrowful melody filled the room tears pricked into your eyes again. Imagining how his feelings of betrayal and grief probably poured through his pen while writing this song. 

Not being able to shake the fact that you just learned first hand how being left can feel. Bitter because deep down your biggest fear for the night came true; lonely from being too embarrassed to admit you were someone's second choice. Tears rolling down your face as you let yourself drown in sorrow. Unbenounced to you, The Creature not only heard his music so beautifully remastered but your cries. So moved by feeling and hearing your broken heart crying from your chest, he begins to stir. Pushing himself out of the ground and making his way towards the music. 

Lighting your blunt inside the room, you were tipsy and didn’t care if there were repercussions. Letting it hang off your lips and you played, trying not to let the smoke in your eyes. Meanwhile the creature was getting hung up on the mechanics of his body. Slowly stumbling towards the illuminated building, stopping dead in his tracks once seeing you. The light above the ceiling was casting down on you. Highlighting your eyelashes and flyaways, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. How expressive your face was while playing the notes, looking up every once to let tears run down your face. Showing how the mascara ran down your neck.  His daze was broken once he saw the worker coming back in the room, pointing his finger and yelling. This enraged him; stomping over there to stop the man from approaching you. Having some trouble with the stairs but after finally made his way in. 

Grabbing the sides of his old man's head and snapping his neck. You gasp, the blunt dropping out of your mouth and onto the floor. Going to pick it up but being taken back but The Creature. He stepped over the body and slowly inched towards you. You pull your knees up to your chest and press your back against the wall. He was now hovering over you, staring at you before leaning down. Getting on one knee and picking up the blunt, standing back up. 

Now closer, his lower stomach pressed against your knees. Putting the dutch between your lips with one hand and brushing the hair out of your eyes with the other. You put your knees down and pulled him onto the bench. Starting to play his score, focusing on keys and not his… appearance. As you played he grunted at a specific measure every time which led you to investigate why, 

“What? This part?” you replayed it a couple times. He pointed out a certain note and then to another, shifting his finger back and forth. In your interpretation, he was prompting you to switch the notes. Him humming in satisfaction at the change. 

“Yeah that does sound a lot smoother,” you point out. 

Remembering the body, you both leave in order to avoid responsibility. Walking home together, playing your music out loud for him to enjoy. Before the dark felt scary and daunting but now you were enjoying the night air. Completely ignorant to reality but never feeling better. 

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.06

You wake to the feeling of a foreign object beneath your head; your group has managed to withstand the storm and the walkers during the night. By the time the sun was starting to rise, everyone was exhausted and tried to get a few hours of sleep, but luckily the barn was sturdy enough to withstand the storm. Your eyes flutter open, and you realize you’re sleeping on Carl’s arm.

You jolt up right, clear your throat, and brush the hay sticking to your clothes off. Hearing a chuckle, you look over your shoulder to see Abraham shaking his head in amusement.

“Where’s Maggie?”

“Gone to check the perimeter with Sasha.”

Not knowing what else to do, you start to gather spare pieces of wood that were scattered in various places inside the barn; they would most likely come in useful. After some time, the door to the barn is slowly pushed open.

“Everyone…” Maggie steps inside and is followed by a man. “This is Aaron.”

Immediately, Rick, Noah, and Daryl point their weapons at the man.

“We met him outside; he’s by himself. We took his weapons, and we took his gear.”

Aaron stares nervously as Daryl pats him down to check for any hidden weapons. When Judith starts crying, you take her from Rick’s arms and try to soothe her by gently rubbing her back.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Aaron attempts to shake Rick’s hand but doesn’t get close enough to him to do so. As soon as he steps forward, everyone is ready to leap on him.

“You said he had a weapon?”

Maggie walks forward and gives the man’s gun to Rick, who inspects it and then tucks it in the back of his jeans. He stares at the man and asks, “Is there something you need?"

“He has a camp nearby,” Sasha says. “He wants us to audition for membership.”

The look in Rick’s eyes is almost feral.

Sheepishly, Aaron says, “I wish there was another word. The audition makes it sound like we’re some kind of dance troupe. That’s only on Friday nights.” When nobody laughs at his joke, he pulls a face, realizing this was going to be more difficult than he first thought. “I’m, and it’s not a camp; it’s a community. I think you would all make valuable additions, but it’s not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me back home.”

You hold Judith closer to you. “You really expect us to follow a stranger?”

“I know; I wouldn’t follow me either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into. Sasha, can you hand Rick my pack?”

Cautiously, she does as he asks.

“In the front zipper there’s an envelope with pictures of the community. There’s no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That’s why I brought those. I apologize in advance for the picture quality; we just found an old camera at the store.”

“Nobody gives a shit,” Daryl says bluntly.

Rick takes out the pictures and starts to look through them. The only one you see is of large panel walls. Aaron starts to explain the pictures, but Rick punches him in the face, knocking him out.

—

You stare out through a small hole in the barn wall, looking out for anyone who might be trying to sneak up. Rick ordered everyone to keep looking out while he and Carl riffled through Aaron’s belongings. So far, they have found a flare gun, toilet paper, and a few other standard things to have in your bag during the apocalypse.

Aaron refuses to tell Rick how many of his people are outside, with the argument that nobody would believe him if he told the truth. But he admits that it was him who left the bottles of water out on the road for your group and that he had been watching your group for some time.

After briefly disagreeing with Michonne, Rick agrees that your group should split into two teams. One to check out the area where Aaron says he left his vehicle, and the other to keep an eye on them from a distance.

You go to leave with the second group, but Rick calls you back, “Hope, I’m going to need you to stay here with me. Help keep Judith safe.”

—

You hold Judith, who is crying, while Rick tries to grind some nuts into a wooden bowl with the back of his gun.

Aaron, who is tied to a wooden beam, watches with a helpless look in his eyes. “You did see the jar of applesauce in my bag, right?”

Rick shoots him a deathly glare.

“This isn’t a trick. This isn’t about trying to make you like me.”

“What is it about, then?” You ask.

“Self- preservation. Because owners hear her and come this way, I know I’ll be the first to go.”

Aaron wasn’t wrong. You glance over at Rick, whose gaze is still burning into the stranger. Rolling your eyes, you hand Judith to her father and go over to the table, where the different jars and cans are sitting.

“Hope.”

You say nothing and keep looking until you find the jar of applesauce.

“Hope,” Rick says more sternly. “Don’t open that; you don’t know what’s in it.”

Aaron gives him a look of disgust. “You think I’m trying to poison your baby daughter?”

It was clear the stranger hadn’t encountered the same type of monsters your group has; a cold shiver runs down your spine when you think of Terminus. “It would surprise you how cruel people can be.”

He looks between you and Rick and says, “I’m tied up, and you’ve already expressed a willingness to stab me in the head. How would cruelly killing your daughter in front of you in any way help the situation?”

“Maybe she doesn’t die; maybe she gets sick. Maybe you’re the only one that can help her, and I just lose.”

While Arron and Rick go back and forth, you open the jar and smell the sweet, recognizable scent of homemade applesauce. You pick up a spoon and try a small amount, just in case it is poisoned.

“The girl believes me.”

You grimace as the texture of it rubs against the roof of your mouth. Rick looks up at you, a fearful expression on his face. “What did you just do? That could be poisoned.”

“It’s definitely applesauce.”

You hold up the jar, and Rick takes the spoon and tries it for himself before deciding it was okay for Judith to eat it. He was definitely pissed off that you tried some. You take the baby again and move to sit down on some hay before helping her to eat.

“The community is big enough; we can find a place for you all to live where, even when she cries, no one can hear it outside the walls.”

Rick shoots him a look and says, “You've got forty-three minutes for the rest of my people to come back.”

—

After having a small amount of food in her belly, Judith falls asleep with her head pressed against your shoulder as your run circles against her back. Before the apocalypse, you hated being around babies for long periods of time. You hated the sounds of their cries and how much attention they needed, but now you’d risk your life over and over again to protect the sweet girl who you had grown to care about so much.

“She ate it all?” Rick asks quietly while sitting down beside you on the ground.

“Yeah,” you nod. “She’s just fallen asleep.”

Rick looks as if he’s contemplating what to say next. A few moments pass, then he lets out a deep sigh, “She needs you. I know everyone helps look after her, but aside from me and Carl, you’re the closest one to her.”

“Beth used to love singing to Judith.”

He rubs at your shoulder. “I know, I know. It’s hard to keep moving forward when you lose someone you love, but take it from me: it’s best to keep pushing forward because if you don't, well, it’s not always easy to pull yourself back once you let the grief consume you.”

A few tears fall and roll down your cheeks, but you force a smile. He was right, and you would need to learn to deal with your grief sooner or later.

Rick tilts his head back. “How did you know it was applesauce?”

“My mom used to make it for the church bake sale. I always loved the smell of it but hated the texture.”

He lightly chuckles and says, “That explains the faces you pulled.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Aaron observing how Rick is treating you.

—

Carl gives you the Polaroid pictures, and together you flick through them. “What do you think?”

You shrug, “I think it’s pretty, but larger glass windows aren’t exactly zombie-proof.”

“That’s what I was thinking too.”

Carl puts the picture back into the picture envelope before turning his attention back to his sister.

The last twenty-four hours had been hectic. Once the rest of your group returned, it was decided you’d split up again. Rick, Glenn, and Michonne would drive, with Aaron giving them directions to meet up with his partner, while the rest of you went in a campervan. However, the vehicles ended up separated, but eventually you found the right location and met Eric, Aaron’s boyfriend, who had broken his ankle while running from walkers.

It wasn’t until late into the night that Rick, Glenn, and Michonne arrived with Aaron.

Something changed for Rick, and he trusted Aaron a little more and finally agreed that your group should go to Alexandria.

“Do you think we’ll like this place?” You ask, just as Rick brings the car to a stop outside your house, what could possibly be your new home.

“I hope so.”

[silkythewriter]

I feel bad asking another hazbin ask. Sorry, but I loved your Vox and Alastor post. Can you do them seperatly with their s/o after vox and alastor have a terrible day (possibly caused by eachother, lol)

🏩Alastor’s and Vox’s S/O comforting them after a bad day!🏩

Summary: Alastor’s and Vox’s S/O comforting them after a bad day!

Small warning!: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC! I hope you enjoy!

Small note!: I’m getting a lot of request for hazbin hotel! I personally enjoy it writing it! I hope you like this as much as the other one!<3

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion:

🦌Alastor📻

This man rarely gets mad so you know it’s bad when he’s absolutely pissed and tired

Today was not his today, he had many fights with overlords trying to prove themselves, of course he won in the end but it was still tiring when one came after the other

Usually he’d love it but today was your guys anniversary and he just wanted to spend some time with you and celebrate the occasion with a small dinner and maybe a slow dance between you two

Once he got to the hotel after all the fights he was quick to search for you

Once he found you he would refuse to leave your side and would most likely come up with an excuse for you to leave whatever your doing

He would explain why he was late but would leave out the part of him being a bit mad and frustrated- he doesn’t want you to worry about him after all!

But after all that he’d definitely take you somewhere romantic he is a gentleman after all! And if you don’t want to go out that’s completely fine! You and him can just bake or cook together while playing old time music in the kitchen and maybe dancing a bit!

Once you guys finish whatever you two are doing he’d love to just relax in bed for once and just have some small talk with you and catch up whatever he missed while he was busy with the hotel and overlords

He doesn’t really stay still for long in my opinion unless it’s an important matter or you guys are just talking, but right now he’d just like to lay in bed with your head on his chest or his on yours and spend some time together <3.

Overall he’s a bit out of character but can you blame the man? He just wants to spend sometime with you!

🖥 Vox📱

I feel like it’s a bit noticeable he’s not the best at hiding he’s emotions especially if he is EXTRA pissed off my man is scary-

Valentino and velvet basically use you as a meat shield from Vox’s anger 💀 this is literally how it plays out “Good luck y/n you were an awesome friend” “Huh?velvet what do you mean?” “Good luck trooper!” “Wait Valentino what the fu-“

They literally shove you near Vox and take cover in another room

Once Vox sees you I wouldn’t say he would calm down immediately but it would bring some comfort, He’d look you way and just cross his arms before walking towards you and taking you to your guy’s shared room

I feel like he would just grumble about how stupid today was due to Alastor messing up one of he’s plans

Like I’ve indicated before he doesn’t talk much but when it comes to him being angry there’s an acceptation for him because he just wants to rant how frustrating his day was

Like Alastor he’ll want to lay in bed but unlike alastor He’s more touchy like cuddling you closer, or making you and him tangle you legs together so on so fourth!

Baby just wants to watch some TV to be honest I feel like he wouldn’t want to play game or it’s just not a good idea cause he’ll just rage even more 💀 so he’d just like to cuddle and watch some horror movies or anything really 

Valentino and Velvet check in after you two fall asleep to make sure everything cooled down and to be honest they would probably take some pictures of you two cuddling for blackmail or just to tease you two 💀

Overall he just wants you to comfort him while he rants a bit about the long day he had, once he’s down though he just wants to cuddle and watch TV with you and maybe even watch some cheesy romantic movies just to laugh and make fun of it!

Hope you enjoyed Anon! Thank you so much for requesting again! I love doing these! <3

[aristocratic-otter]

I'm determined to post this week, it feels like it's been so long since I did a WIP Wednesday! I've got lots of words to share, so many thanks to @larkral, @letraspal, @rimeswithpurple, @artsyunderstudy, @wellbelesbian, @confused-bi-queer, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, and @j-nipper-95 for the couple of weeks worth of tags!

With no further ado, the fics:

From Saving Simon Snow:

I wonder briefly if the fall might have shaken some sense into her. I push that thought away. It doesn’t matter. She needs to be contained, for Simon’s safety. And so I can get some fucking clothes on.

I fire off spells, one right after another. “Cat Got Your Tongue” prevents her from speaking any spells she may have at the ready without a wand, and “All Tied Up” pins her arms at her sides so that she can’t cast fire at us (which, like my mother and I, she can do wordlessly). Finally, “Out of Sight, Out of Mind” sends her immobilised body careening out the door of our bedroom and around the corner. 

She’ll make me pay for the indignity of being gagged, trussed up and shoved out of sight, but I can’t care right now. 

From my Simon as a TikTok dancer fic:

Discovering YouTube and the world wide web cracked my world wide open. I spent hours every night learning the moves of various hip hop artists from my tiny screen. When I ran out of hip hop moves to try, I followed a breadcrumb trail of comments and recommendations to find other dancers in other styles (and learning human idiom and slang along the way). There’s so much to learn, I’ll never be done, I don’t think. Which is brilliant, because I want to do this forever. 

Then, after spending all night dancing, I’d spend all morning charging my phone at McDonalds. During that time, I’d spend the cash I’d starting earning from performing on the pier on piles of hamburgers, fries, shakes and pies. And while I chewed my way through mounds of food, I’d skim the net for more ideas, more dances to learn. 

From my CORB, The Heart In The Well

“Don’t move!”

“I’m trying, Snow! You’re not exactly a featherweight!”

My knees wobble and threaten to give out as I stand, balanced on Baz’s shoulders. I want to snipe that he’s got vampire strength so my twelve stones of body weight should feel like feathers to him. But I’m well aware of how he’d react to that remark, and I really don’t want to fall over six feet to the ground. 

From To Heal a Broken Mind (finished! Off to the beta, you should start seeing chapters soon!)

Simon

Baz’s eyes fall shut and he gasps, in relief I think. I watch his face. My thoughts aren’t really clear yet, but I don’t think that’s because of brain damage. I think I’ve just not completely shrugged off the effects of the anaesthesia. 

So, I’ve had my brain cut apart and come through the other side. And Baz is still here, and still loves me. He called me darling. There’s just one question left unanswered, and the open fear I saw on Baz’s face when I woke is the opposite of reassuring. Is he frightened because the news is bad? Or for some other reason?

From Stars, Flowers, and Children:

“What is it?” I ask him, when he takes the thing from me and turns it over in his hands. 

“‘Tis a stereoscope,” he says gruffly. “A picture viewer,” he explains, when I look at him blankly. “Were there cards with it?”

I pull a double handful of paper cards out of the handkerchief and pass them over to Davy. He flips through them swiftly. His eyes open wide at what he sees on several, and, in the end, he shuffles out a majority of the cards and stuffs them in his pocket. “Sinful shite,” he mutters, when I question him. “Not fit for young ‘uns to see.” 

And from Snow Fox (next chapter posting soon!):

I stand up and close my eyes at the popping sounds coming from my spine when I do. I’m too damn young for my body to be betraying me like this. But months of short rations and sleep on hard ground have left me feeling like an old man at times. I shake the stiffness out of my muscles and begin to pace. 

“The only known supply of salt and quinine are with the British,” I say, thinking aloud. “They’ve doubled their guard since our last raid, and I doubt we’d be able to sneak someone in, with half the camp down with illness.”

Penny stands and watches me, wringing her hands in front of her stomach. “I know you don’t want to put him in danger, but—”

I raise a hand to cut her off. Then I sigh. “I know. Baz may be the only person who’s got a chance of sweet talking the supplies we need from Tarleton. Fuck. I didn’t want to pull him in deeper…”

I'll tag a few folks for Sunday. I'd love to see what y'all are doing! @alexalexinii, @alleycat0306, @asocialpessimist, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @ic3-que3n, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @hushed-chorus, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @gekkoinapeartree, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ileadacharmedlife, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @messofthejess, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @frjsti, @nightimedreamersghost, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @upuntil6am, @vampire-named-gampire, @whatevertheweather, and @yellobb-old

[8turning]

Hi! You only have 2 works but I'm already obsessed with your blog! Could you write "YoonSung as a Boyfriend" head cannons please? Thank you if you do!

(Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language)

this ask is a bit old oops your english is perfect anon, don't worry!! thank you for the support ♡

⌕ . . . cho yoonsung — boyfriend headcannons !

bf ! cho yoonsung x gn ! reader ★ fluff. established relationship. ★ bulletpoint ★ warnings: none. let me know if i missed anything!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〈 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED ! 〉

💭 THINKING ABOUT : YOONSUNG.

there's no way you could ever be bored with yoonsung! he's always willing to go on new adventures, try out that new restaurant that opened up, or DIY matching clothing for you both to have together!

he'd gasp dramatically if you told him you didn't have an intricate skin care routine, instantly dragging you into the bathroom and explaining what each and every bottle or jar on his shelf is for.

if you did have a skin care routine already set for yourself - oh, he's so curious! begs you to bring everything over one day so he can try it out with you, look at what products you use and maybe add a new step to his own routine that he hadn't thought of before.

when the boys first told you he danced when he was tired, you laughed them off . . . but now that you watch him almost every night dance in his room on your phone screen, you can't help but giggle.

he'd talk to you as if he were teaching you the dances but he would fail to notice you're just watching him stumble around fondly (and screen recording the whole thing to show him later)

he's a little clumsy,,, he always forgets where he puts his glasses :(( you're always able to find them for him, though. he shows his gratitude for you attentiveness in forehead kisses!

when you both go out together, he doesn't dare to let go of your hand

you're walking down the sidewalk? he has your hand in his. you're sitting at a table together? fingers are interlocked. going to the bathroom? . . . okay he'll let go for that but you better believe he's grabbing for your hands again once you're out😭

he loves lounging indoors with you just as much as he loved being out and showing you off!

help he's the type to want matching sweatshirts and pajama sets

i touched briefly on this in a different headcannon, but i think something he'd really enjoy having with you would be matching bracelets (especially if you both made them for each other)

he doesn't mind if they're just some elastic string decorated with some colored beads and your initials, he's going to wear it as if its the finest jewelry a man can buy!

whenever he's on the road to a music show or venue and sees something you'd think is pretty, he'd take a picture of it to send to you.

on those long trips to different cities, he watches outside the company van's window to see if there's any interesting shops or restaurants that sound good and notes the names in his phone, hoping he can take you there one day.

he's just :( he's so thoughtful and his members think you put a curse on him because of how often he talks about you.

yoonsung is so loving and attentive and smiley . . . he's so happy to be with you :)

© 8turning 2023.

[doevademe]

As a prompt: Percy comes back home to find that little Emmy did a makeover to Nico giving him surprisingly well done pigtail buns (like a small bun in each side) and glittery make up on his face, resulting in a brain melt on Percy's part. Since you're going to hit us with angst tsunami these days, I figured I could ask for some fluff, possibly ending with some spice ? Percy s just a simp for any style change Nico makes. Dude's basically a model, can pull off anything. Now I got images of him cosplaying Jojos, pose and all. 🤯 man, think of the potential.

Percy has been used to chaos since before he found out he was a demigod.

When teachers hate you, stuff explodes unexpectedly, and strangers and weird creatures no one notices look at you with scorn and try to kill you all your life, you have to just learn to take it in and work with what you have.

Still, he didn't expect to see his four year old little boy running and hugging him as soon as he opened the door, trembling in fear.

"Da, she got pa! She got pa!" Asher cried, burying his face against Percy's pant leg. "She's coming for me next!"

Percy blinked, his first instinct was to reach for his sword, but he didn't want to scare his son further.

"What happened?" He asked, trying to keep his cool despite the fear gripping at his heart. "What happened to your papa? Where's your sister?"

"In her room!" He wailed, still terrified. "I said no, and pa took my place!"

Percy's panic started to fade as he realized the 'she' that got Nico was none other than their daughter.

"What did she do this time, Ash?" He asked, resisting the urge to laugh at his youngest.

"She asked grandpa for weird paints and brushes, and he brought them today!" He explained, stumbling over his words. "She wanted to use them on me, and, and—"

"So it was Hades," he said, chuckling. "It's okay Ash, you can always say no, your papa and I will stand by you when you do."

He lifted him and sat him down on the couch. He went to the stairs.

"You're going in?!" his son asked, scandalized.

Percy nodded.

"I have to see the damage," he explained. "Emmy might be good at painting on paper, but I doubt your papa makes a good canvas."

Asher just hid on the couch, making Percy roll his eyes. Asher could look a zombie in the eye and order him to dance ballet, but was scared of his sister painting on his face.

He opened the door, expecting to see Nico looking like an art project, with splotches of red, blue and green all over his face.

What he found instead was that Asher really needed to expand his vocubulary.

The 'paint' Hades had bought his little princess had been make up, and the brushes were actual, professional grade, combs and clips. Just what was Hades thinking?

But the biggest surprise was his husband. Despite being 6, Emilia had a good taste in colors and conbinations, having picked colors that accentuated Nico's face (though with excessive amounts of glitter), and a lipstick that made his already full lips look even meatier and shinier. His nails had been done in a dark blue that almost looked black and his hair... gods, his hair had been done in pigtails that just added to the whole picture.

"Hey there," he managed to say stupidly. Nico glared at him.

"Laugh and you'll be going to Father's place," he said, mindful of their daughter's presence, and Percy knew he couldn't tell him how the makeover actually made him feel.

"I would never," he said in a posh voice, making Emilia giggle. "You're the prettiest boy around, Ni!"

"He is, isn't he?" Emilia said in wonder. "Papa said I was too young for this, so I wanted to show him I could do this by trying it on him."

"Turns out, my father is not a complete lunatic," Nico sighed. "Emilia told him she wanted to work on a salon and make people pretty. He made her promise not to use it on herself until she's older."

Percy sighed in relief. Truth was, Nico's makeover was making his mind a little sluggish. He hadn't even considered the implications of a six year old wanting to use makeup.

He turned to his daughter.

"Well, your first job was a success, sweetie," he said honestly. "Your papa looks fantastic!"

Nico grimaced, but nodded all the same.

"If your dad says he likes it, then it must be true," he said. "Besides, I only want to look pretty for him."

Emilia giggled again and hugged him.

"I know that!" she said. "Now can I try on Ashy?"

"No," Percy said at the same time as his husband. He knelt down. "Your brother doesn't want to, and you have to respect that."

"What if I show him how papa turned out? The he'd want to!"

Nico pinched his brow, but nodded.

"You can try," he said. "But remember if he says no, it means no, Emmy."

"I know, papa," she droned before running out of the room, shouting, "Ashy, I'm done! Papa looks so pretty!"

Nico stood up to follow her, only to be caught by Percy, who grabbed his arm and pinned him against the wall.

"Percy, what are you doing?" He hissed, glancing at the door.

"I... may have discovered I have a thing for pigtails," he said, voice husky. "More to grab, you know?"

Nico gulped, his pupils dilating at his husband's suggestion.

"I... I could keep this a little longer..." he muttered.

"The lipstick too?" Percy asked hopefully, fingers wrapping around Nico's belt loops.

"I—"

"Papa!" Emilia cried from the stairs. "Ashy need to see you!"

"Coming!" Nico said, shoving Percy away. Percy sighed in disappointment, but Nico looked at him. "This is father's fault."

Percy blinked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"He bought Emilia that salon kit," he said. "So he won't mind the kids staying the night at his palace, maybe dolling him and Persephone up."

Percy got it immediately. He gave Nico a lascivious smirk.

"I love how you think, Love," he said.

"Papa!"

"I'm on my way, Principessa!"

[bekoobove]

Fazbear Fears #12: Let's Eat!

 ...Lisa finally gets the pizzeria party she’s wanted for years, and even gets to be the first to try out the establishment’s latest animatronic attraction...

 Lisa thought she was too old for Freddy’s, but she had to admit- it was a lot of fun. Besides, better late than never.

 Her birthday parties had always been kind of lame before. Breaker’s Ridge, her hometown, was hardly a children’s paradise. The only real entertainment around here was the mini golf course on the edge of town, and she’d already had two parties there. All the rest had been at her house, and that got old, quick.

 But last year, a Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria opened! Well, sort of. Her mom had pointed out some odd things about the restaurant- a different logo, no company branding- and suggested it was some sort of knock-off. That didn’t make much difference to Lisa, though. The arcade games, pizza, and animatronics were real enough. She’d heard these restaurants were basically kid paradises, and she hadn’t been proven wrong yet.

 Arcade games buzzed and flashed, occasionally spitting out tickets to the cheers of the children playing. Colorful lights swept across the audience enjoying their pizza, as they watched the animatronic performers- a bear, a bunny, and a fox- dance and sing.

 The animatronics were incredible, though they definitely looked a little weird. All of them had a dollish look about them, with exaggerated eyelashes and plastic blush that resembled nothing more than shiny pepperoni slapped on their cheeks. Still, their creepiness was dwarfed by their movements, which almost made them look alive.

 One thing did confuse Lisa, though. The advertisement for the pizzeria (oh, sorry- “Freddy’s Pizza Parlor”) featured four animatronics. The one missing from the stage was the chicken- Chica, Lisa believed, was the name of the official version.

 Lisa rounded up her friends and asked if they had seen it. Bella, Jake, Logan and Maya all confirmed they hadn’t.

 “And hey, didn’t your parents say we’d get cupcakes?” Logan complained.

 “I can resolve both of your concerns.” a man proclaimed as he approached them. He was a middle aged, tired looking fellow, wearing a name badge that identified him as Kenny McIntyre. “With the birthday package your parents got you, you get to make your own cupcakes in Chica’s Cooking Class!”

 “What’s that?” Maya asked, intrigued.

 Mr McIntyre pointed over to a door next to the stage, which was decorated with a picture of Chica in a chef hat. “It’s a new little attraction.” He explained. “Chica will guide you through decorating cupcakes.”

 Lisa marveled. “That’s really cool!”

 “Oh, yes. And when I say it’s new, I mean it- you’ll be the first customers to try it! Anyway, whenever you guys want to begin, just let me-”

 “NOW!” Jake and Logan proclaimed. While Lisa probably wouldn’t have been so blunt, she felt the same way. “Yeah, I think we can start now.” She confirmed.

 “Alright.” Mr McIntyre laughed. “You head back there, I’ll get her up and running.”

 He hesitated. “Oh, and by the way, please don’t touch her. These animatronics are kind of...sensitive. Give her space, and you should be fine.”

  Mr McIntyre wandered off towards the back, gesturing the kids towards the door one more time. The five eagerly followed his direction, and rushed inside.

 Beyond the door, there was a room resembling a kitchen. The only part of it that was real was a white, semicircular counter with five chairs, plain cupcakes and frosting pipers at each spot. The wall was painted with a cartoony diorama of a pizzeria’s kitchen. And behind the counter a plastic Chica stood, still and lifeless.

 As the kids approached, it suddenly sprang into motion, cocking its head at them expectantly as it began to speak.

 “Hello kids! My name is Chica! Which one of you is the birthday girl?” Chica chirped in an enthusiastic tone.

 “It- it’s me. I’m Lisa.” Lisa responded, a little startled..

 “Awesome, LISA. Today, we will be making Chica’s special cupcakes!”

 “Mmmm…” Jake mumbled. He was eating the frosting.

 “Let’s not waste any time and start assembling these delicious treats!” Chica exclaimed with a girlish smile.

 Within a few minutes, their work was nearly done. Lisa’s cupcake was coming together nicely, the other girls’ looked beautiful, and the guys’... well, those were probably edible. After some careful piping, Lisa’s was done and it looked alright. Logan’s frosting was watery and dripping. Jake’s cupcake was a mountain of pink.

 “Ok, kids!” Chica says with a twitch of her head. “One more thing-- decoration!”

 The guys groaned. The girls cheered. Lisa swore she had the most stereotypical friends on Earth.

 In her hand she held some bags. She laid them out on the counter.

“Um… what are they?” Lisa asked nervously.

 The bag contained eyes and teeth made of fondant. They looked a little strange, though. Someone had gone to the trouble to make tiny red markings on the eyes like veins. The teeth were even weirder- instead of just being squares of sticky sugar, they were carved like real teeth, with little bumps and sharp roots.

 “Have you never seen my friend Mr Cupcake? We’re decorating our cupcakes to look like miniature versions of him! How fun is that?!”

 “Uh, sounds great…” Lisa laughed a little nervously. Truth is, though, she was freaked out. Lisa had always been a little squeamish about teeth. Maybe she just associated them with the dentist- a place stuffed full of blinding lights and prodding tools.

 The other kids had no such qualms, and quickly completed their cupcakes. As they stuck the eyes into the frosting, the cupcakes began to look like Chica's iconic friend.

 Lisa followed their lead, before flashing a nervous glance at the teeth. Who the heck made fun cake decorations like that?

 Silently, she swept them off the counter, onto the ground. She didn’t want the others to think she was a wuss, but she sure as heck didn’t want those bone-white bits on her cupcake.

 “Alright kids! Remember, you can eat the WHOLE cupcake! Even the decorations are edible!” Chica exclaimed.

 Jake and Logan ate their cupcakes whole. Maya and Bella, a little more restrained, finished theirs off in two bites. Lisa followed, a little hesitant.

 The cupcake was delicious! Lisa laughed with relief as she gobbled the rest of it up. She’d been too paranoid.

 “Well, kids, I hope you enjoyed your cupcakes. Now, if you’d be so kind as to stick around for about ten minutes, I’ll have a special surprise for you in store!”

 Jake frowned. “That manager guy didn’t say anything about that.”

 “Why would he? That’d spoil the surprise!” Chica suddenly shut down, the light leaving her eyes.

 Bella raised an eyebrow. “Should we...wait?’

 “At least a few minutes.” Lisa suggested.

 And so they did. All stared at the dormant robot, occasionally piping more tasty frosting into their mouths. Time passed, and eventually Lisa stood up. “Eh, I’m bored. C’mon, let’s go back to the arcade.”

 The others didn’t seem so keen on the idea, though. Jake and Bella were crumpled over, clutching their stomachs, moaning. Maya and Logan didn’t look much better.

 Jake burped. “Ugh...feels like I ate a couple rocks.”

 “You guys need me to get my parents?”

 “No, no.” Maya groaned. “We’ll be fine. Just go, enjoy your birthday.”

 Unsure, Lisa agreed. “Alright...just come find me if it gets much worse.” She left Chica’s Cooking Class.

 Finding her cup of tokens, she moved to an arcade cabinet. She played the game- something about finding the bunny character’s hiding spots. To be honest, she couldn’t pay too much attention. Lisa was worried about her friends.

 GAME OVER blared from the curved screen. Lisa groaned, and snatched the paltry few tickets pouring out of the slot.

 She turned back towards the door. Y’know, it was weird…she couldn’t hear anything at all from within.

 Suddenly, she felt a gurgling in her stomach. “Crud…” she mumbled as it got worse.

 She spotted the bathroom- two doors, the boys’ marked with Freddy’s cartoon face and the girls’ with that same Chica insignia minus the chef’s hat. Lisa ran over, throwing open the entrance to the girls’. She stumbled over to a stall, positioned her mouth over the toilet, and-

 “BLEGHHHHHH!” A stream of vomit cascaded from her mouth, filling the relatively clean waters of the toilet with half-digested food.

 Panting, Lisa wiped her mouth. “Was there something wrong with those cupcakes?”

 She glared down at the mess she’d made, preparing to flush it, but something caught her eye.

 And she caught its.

 Two beady, blue eyes stared up at her- whole and undigested. They pulsated with reddish-black veins which came together behind the eye, forming a stringy optic nerve.

 Lisa gasped, horrified at the tiny whitish spheres. In a panic, she flushed the toilet, sending them spiraling down in a swirl of dirty water.

 She sighed with relief as they faded out of sight. “Where did those things come from?! I didn’t-”

 Lisa stopped dead. “Oh, no…”

 Even faster than she’d entered, she sprinted out of the bathroom. A kid walked in front of her, eating a slice of pizza, but she pushed him aside. She didn’t stop, despite his protests.

 She slammed into the Cooking Class door, pushing it open. Lisa dashed inside, hoping her worst fears weren’t to be confirmed.

 They weren’t.

 It was much worse.

 All four of her friends were splayed out on the checkered black-and-white ground, though a new color had recently been added- thick rivulets of red blood pouring out of all their stomachs, staining the floor.

 Bones and organs were exposed by the gaping holes. All of their faces were frozen, in a horrifying scream of agony.

 Lisa was silent, unable to do anything but stare at the nightmarish, gory display before her. The only thing she was able to say was, “Wh-why couldn’t I hear them? Why did no one hear them?”

 “Because, LISA, this whole room is soundproof.”

 Chica rose up from behind the counter, but she was different. Her plastic skin had been given a splattering of blood, especially her lower half. Her head had also transformed- somehow, she’d ripped out her small beak, leaving an empty black smile behind. Her eyes had gone from sky blue to pure black, dotted with pinpricks of white.

 “This was originally a repair room for us robots. The manager made it so the tools and tests couldn’t be heard in the main room. Lucky for me he didn’t take that out, right?”

 Chica’s tone was mockingly jovial and friendly. Lisa gaped, overwhelmed by rage and fear.

 “Unfortunately, not everyone could be so cooperative.” Chica shook her head as she opened her hand to reveal some fondant teeth- the ones Lisa had dropped.

 “My pretty little friends are quite useless without a good set of chompers.” Chica sighed. “Why didn’t you just put them on your cake? It would have made this whole thing a lot easier.” 

 “Friends?” Lisa stammered.

 As if on cue, her own friend’s bodies began to pulsate and shake- and with a visceral SPLURT, something small burst out of each one.

 They were horrific little abominations in the shape of the cupcakes they’d made. Their disturbing bodies were a marbled mix of chewed up cake and flesh torn from stomach linings. Their mucus-coated bodies glistened along with their humanlike, wet eyes. One clear difference between these things and the one that had been forming in Lisa’s own stomach- they had teeth. The bloodied white bones protruded from a rift right where the frosting began. They remained disturbingly human, if a bit sharper and crooked.

 None of them moved towards her, seeming content to guard their own territory. Chica gave Lisa a twisted grin. “Like them? You’re probably sad you didn’t get one of your own, but don’t worry.”

 She raised her arm, revealing a plate that held another flesh cupcake. It gnashed its awful teeth.

 “I always bake an extra!”

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 Kenny left the Secure Room, locking the door behind himself. He was glad he’d sprung for the soundproofing, as it drowned out Balloon Boy’s maddening laughter.

 He had to go in everyday, to make sure that evil robot didn’t escape. It was his least favorite part of the day, because it forced him to stare at that mechanical abomination, covered in the blood of one of his best friends.

 As Kenny returned to the main area, he pulled out the advertisement he’d printed out earlier and pondered it again.

 HAVE YOU COME ACROSS VINTAGE ANIMATRONIC AND ARCADE ATTRACTIONS? FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT IS WILLING TO PAY BIG FOR THEM! ALL PART OF THE REJUVENATION INITIATIVE- USING PIECES OF THE PAST TO BUILD A BETTER FUTURE!

 Kenny sighed. He’d always wanted to run an establishment like this, could he really just sell the miracle animatronics he’d simply stumbled upon? After all, Balloon Boy was the only one that was messed up, right?

 Screams sounded from near the stage, including one belonging to a young girl.

 “Oh, no…” Kenny rushed over.

 The girl- she was the birthday kid, Lisa, right?- was stumbling backwards out of Chica’s Cooking Class, trying to pry some fleshy, toothy…thing off her face, which was shrieking with delight. Kenny and the nearby customers only got a glimpse inside the door before it swung shut, but it was long enough to see the mutilated corpses of several children, and hear the now broken Chica animatronic giggling as it watched her scream.

 A man (Lisa’s father, Kenny later found out) ran for Lisa. He grabbed the monster, and pulled it off her face. It came away with a good deal of hair and skin inside its deformed mouth. He threw it to the ground, and squashed it underfoot. It became silent, and stopped moving.

 Lisa was sobbing, leaning into her dad’s embrace as blood dripped out of her wound, trying to explain. “My friends…they…they…”

 Her dad comforted her, telling her everything would be fine. He snuck a glare at Kenny, a glare that read, How could you let this happen?

 Kenny honestly didn’t know.

[skylerscull1]

The Three Jokers: Character Analysis

When you find out that in the Batman/DC universe it’s actually canon that there’s more then one Joker out there and at least three of them were all active at the same time at one point in time: WHAT

CANON WISE THERE IS AT LEAST THREE JOKERS AND THEY ALL HAVE NICKNAMES. I’ll list them below and attempt to explain each of them.

#1 The Criminal “Joker”: one of the earliest versions. He wants to create a better Joker, and considers himself the leader. “It hurts to laugh.” He thinks of himself as the original. He goes out of his way to attempt to create a better Joker for Batman with the help of two other Jokers, he wants to create a Joker with a backstory, a Joker with a name and an identity. He wants to be everything to the Batman, to mean more to him, more to him than anyone else. He thinks that Chill, the killer of Batman/Bruce’s parents, would be able to be the Joker who matters, and also implies that after Joe Chill’s transformation he’d be able to rest. He’s an old man, he’s tired - but he still shares an obsession over Batman. He’s more focused on the goal, less on the theatrics. He hates Batman, yet he can’t exist without him. Joker’s cruel, heartless, and most of all... he’s The Criminal.

#2 The Comedian “Joker”: also the Joker from The Killing Joke comic/movie, the one who paralyzed Barbara Gordon from the waist down (he shot her in the spine) then undressed her, took pictures of her naked and proceeded to kidnap her father and try to send him insane by (you guessed it) having him tied to a carnival ride naked while Joker sings a song about madness and shows Gordon pictures of his injured and naked daughter. This Joker knows how to make people laugh - he’s made Batman laugh before, and is the only one of the Jokers with a confirmed background. He had a wife and unborn child at one point in time, they were taken away from him shortly before he became the Joker. Batman knows his real identity before he became the Joker, and he also knows Batmans real identity. He would never tell anyone who Batman really is though, because he doesn’t want the fun to ever end. This Joker thinks in the best interest for Batman, and thinks that the both of them are the same deep down - he wants to be Batman’s everything, to be his greatest pain - so much so that he’s willing to put together a scheme to take away the pain Batman feels about the death of his parents, tricking Batman into feeling empathy and then forgiving his parents killer. All so that Joker can be Batman’s greatest pain instead. The Comedian wants to break Batman - but he doesn’t want their dance to ever end, because the two of them are connected. He wants to die by Batmans side, for them to die together. Joker also believes that just one bad day is enough to turn anyone insane, he wants to prove a point. The Comedian is the first actual Joker, the one Batman had created. Joker made the other Jokers, and he regrets making them - he thrives in chaos and anarchy and thinks of the world as one big joke. He wants to make people laugh. He is unhinged, obsessed, and yet so much more. He has hallucinations, “Well, that's what a dose of reality will do to you. It's why I never touch the stuff. I find it waters down the hallucinations.” (The Killing Joke), and he considers insanity and madness as an escape, a way to escape ones own suffering and the darkness in the world. Although he remembers his past, in his mind it often changes, he doesn’t know whats real and whats not. But he can be reasonable, he just doesn’t think he can be saved, he thinks its too late for him. He has a sadistic streak stronger than the others. He wants to make people laugh though, to see a grin on someone elses face, it’s what he wants most in the world, to see a smile, to make someone laugh. He is a comedian after-all. He recognizes and accepts his own insanity. He seems to have some values and some sense of integrity despite being what he is, he thinks of humanity and what they are capable of as “monsterous”, he seems to have lost hope in the world - now he lives to make other people see things his way, to prove a point. That everything is a joke, and he’s no different from everyone else, all it takes is one bad day to drive a person insane. He continues on due to his obsession with batman, its what drives him, without Batman, what’s the point of the Joker? The Joker is a madman, insane, clever, resourceful... and completely and utterly bonkers, and yet more sane then he seems to be on the surface. He’s Batman’s equal, his opposite in every way... and yet the both of them are so very similar in the end, aren’t they? Quotes from The Killing Joker: “Yes, memory is so treacherous. One moment you're lost in a carnival of delight, childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candyfloss. The next, it takes you somewhere you don't want to be. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with damp, ambiguous-shaped things you'd rather forget. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, no?“  “Remembering's dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place.“ “So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, headed for places in your past where the screaming is unavoidable. Remember this, there's always madness.” “You had a bad day and everything changed. Dressing up like a flying rat doesn't hide it, it screams it. You had a bad day and it drove you as crazy as everybody else, only you won 't admit it. You have to keep pretending that life makes sense, that there's some point to all this struggling. You make me want to puke.“  “I'm not exactly sure what happened. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another. If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice! My point is I Went Crazy! And I'm smart enough to admit it! Why Can't You?“  “By clinging to reality, you're denying the reality of the situation. I mean do you ever think about how close we've come to world war 3 over a flock of geese on a computer screen? Silly goose it's all a joke everything we valued or struggled for... It's Monsterous“ “So, I quit to be a comedian, to make people laugh because when they laugh, they feel good. The thing is... They didn't.“ “So, Commissioner, I need your help. Well, that's why you're here right now, like right now, as in this moment. Do me a favor and live in it, okay? Anyway, me and my colleagues, we couldn't come up with one sound mind and body between us. So we're counting on yours.“

#3 The Clown “Joker”: He’s sadistic, he takes utmost joy in the suffering of others and he wants to laugh at others pain. He’s the one who had killed Jason with a crowbar by smashing his head and beating him up over and over again before leaving him to die in an explosion in the warehouse - The Clown killing Jason can be seen in the movie “Death In The Family” and “Under The Red Hood”. Gaggy is his Court Jester. He plays with laughing fish, razor-sharp cards, and acid-spraying flowers. He calls people “my darling”, he’s charismatic-ly insane and delusional, considering himself “the one true Joker”. He wants people to suffer and he delights in their pain. He wants to hurt Batman, and he isn’t afraid to hurt those close to Batman just to do so. He wants to make Batman’s life miserable, and he considers Red Hood aka Jason his Robin. He’s mocking, and has little value in his life. He has morbid and salacious humor, and he also has a thing for nicknames. He’s flirtatious and dirty and he loves his jokes. He actively tries to goad people into killing him, he seems to have some sort of death wish. Truthfully though, he just wants to laugh at others, is that such a crime? Quotes from Death In The Family/Under The Red Hood: "I knew there was a joke under that hood! I got you your crowbar, a dance, a little dynamite in your pants, and you were reborn! So admit it, son, who's your daddy?" “Gotta give the boy points. He came all the way from the dead to make this shindig happen. So who's got a camera? Ooh! Ooh! Get one of me and the kid first. Then you and me, then the three of us. And then the one with the crowbar.“ “What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand? A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory. - Now, that was rude. The first boy blunder had some manners. I suppose I'm going to have to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his footsteps. Nah, I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar." “Okay kiddo, I've got to go. But it's been fun though, right? Well maybe a smidge more fun for me than you, I'm guessing, since you're being awful quiet. Anyway be a good boy, finish your homework, and be in bed by nine. And hey, please tell the big man I said... hello!“ “You know, it only hurts when I laugh. But hey... I gotta know. Who are you? You said we knew one another. You do seem really familiar. We double at the prom? Or maybe blow up a school bus together?“ “No! Don't spoil it, this is better! I'm the only one who's going to get what he wants tonight! Yes! Big-Bang-Boom! We all go out together! Don't you just love a happy ending?“

All in all, it’s not surprising to know that there’s been at least three different Jokers that have existed to be Batmans opposite. 

[aho-dapa]

Eris for the character ask game

favorite thing about them

SECRETS SECRETS SECRETS. I love it when a character has secrets and I KNOW Eris has them. He’s playing the game because he has to. BUT WHY, I ask you and I ask sjm, the deity of this fictional purgatory I have made my home, WHY??

We may never know or it’s actually some real shitty reason

least favorite thing about them

can be a dick (but i squint my eyes at sjm at all times) like is he being a dick because he’s a dick or is it because there’s an agenda here?? But other than sjm nonsense, probably… nothing actually. I literally have nothing about him I dislike??

favorite line

I literally read more of acosf just to find his lines. AND IT’S SOOO DRY SOMEONE HELP

He winks in ACOSF

I haven’t gotten to the Neris dance thing yet so

brOTP

I do think he’d get along with most people once Beron dies. He’ll still be a private person, but I think he’d actually have a genuine smile once in a while in front of others that actually surprise people. Probably Tamlin, definitely Lucien (the true brOTP), and Tarquin

I can also see Cassian surprisingly, if the NC hadn’t decided Eris was their sworn enemy turned reluctant ally

OTP

Crying. Sobbing.

I can’t decide.

Probably Neris but like, platonic we got married for politics and maybe the moral of the story was the best friends we made along the way or something type thing

Sobs, they would qpr so well

Tarquin and Eris sounds good tho

Edit: I just realized my true eris OTP: eris x angst

nOTP

None, really

Surprisingly, azris doesn’t click for me, don’t know why tho

random headcanon

Would be the best dilf hands down, an actually good father, hums lullabies, cuddles his child even into adulthood, HE'S A FAMILY MAN OKAY

unpopular opinion

Tbh, I don’t like that he didn’t help Mor, but I also don’t understand why her family would leave her at Autumn’s border when, by her losing her ‘value’ as a bride, the insult was to Eris’s family. Unless this was a way of saying, hey we disown her and we’re giving her to you to do as you wish? Which, yeah.

But I honestly think that Eris protecting his mother is enough of a character motivation for me

My actual unpopular opinion is that the Mor and Eris debacle is not written well enough for me to actually see it as anything more than sjm nonsense writing

Eris shows a surprisingly amount of self awareness but then sjm will have him call Mor a slut and I’m like?? Why?? He’s either a master of the political game in Prythian or he’s a boy that’s only a product of his father with no self awareness, this is a result of sjm trying to have another Rhys character but remembering later on she also set him up as a villain in Mor’s story (sure, he could be both, does does sjm do that? again, no she doesn’t)

TBH THE CHILDISH ANTICS FROM ALL OF THESE CENTURIES OLD FAE IRRITATES ME TO NO END WHICH I'M AFRAID IS LIKELY JUST A BYPRODUCT OF SJM BACKING HERSELF INTO HER OWN RIGHTEOUS SAVIOR RHYS LONG CON CORNER

Sorry rant over

song i associate with them

PASSERINE BY THE OH HELLOS

Lyrics from the song:

See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like

Centurions than any little messiah

THE WHOLE SONG SCREAMS ERIS GROWING UP AND WATCHING HIS INNOCENT LITTLE BROTHERS ALL SLOWLY DRIFT APART AND BECOME CORRUPT / ITS LITERALLY ERIS MOURNING OVER HIS BROTHERS BUT ALSO RECOGNIZING THEY ARE SCUM OF THE EARTH DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME

favorite picture of them

Here’s a link to fanart from a different series on instagram/tumblr, but I didn’t just wanna use it without permission

This one for the hair, and this one for the face??

If I were to explain, he has hair as curly as his mother’s and just as long. As I've said before, I’m completely biased to long hair. I have very little understanding of what his face looks like tho. Tbh if I could put a face to him it would be this, slightly older than his pretty boy brothers but still pretty (but depressed and looks like he’s one more atrocity from literally immolating himself)

(I just realized both fanarts are of the same guy from the same fandom sooooo)

[adamwatchesmovies]

Spiral (2019)

Spiral is a valiant effort. You can tell everyone was trying their hardest and towards the end of the film, it does expose a kernel of intelligence that - if you’re dying to see an LGBT+ horror movie - might almost, if it’s a full moon, and Halloween as well, make it worth seeing.

Malik (Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman) and his boyfriend Aaron (Air Cohen) move into a new home with Aaron’s daughter, Kayla (Jennifer Laporte). The small town's residents are welcoming enough but while his family is away, Malik discovers homophobic graffiti scrawled on their living room wall. Someone - or something - in this community is watching them.

A common criticism of LGBT+ characters in film is that they always have tragic endings. It’s not an unfounded complaint. Far too often, if you even have gay characters in your movie, they’re written in to support the leads before they die tragically. That’s not the case here. Malik is very much the central character in a horror film that addresses fears particularly relevant to people like him. We see glimpses of his past when he witnessed a boyfriend get lynched by homophobes, he’s terrified that his neighbors are merely pretending to be friendly (he’s got a reason to be frightened) and there are also real-world issues unique to same-sex couples discussed. The conclusion brings up ideas that are worth pausing to think about, such as how there’s always going to be another “other”, and there's also an exploration of what sort of trauma you would suffer from if you witnessed both passive-aggrssive and violent hate crimes. Now if only the movie were better.

The first issue with the film is Malik. This story is set in 1993 so certain behaviors/attitudes can be excused. Even so, the man’s got no sense of self-preservation. When you oversee your neighbors doing something creepy at night, if you’re going to take a picture of them, do it in a way that doesn’t draw attention to yourself. If you’re going to investigate the creepy old man, either come up with a good story in case you get caught snooping or make your presence subtle. I know the people in this horror movie don’t know they’re in a horror movie but the signs are there. Malik has seen the offensive graffiti, he’s also noticed these weird spirals here and there. I can understand him not wanting to cause panic by telling Aaron and Kayla but if you REALLY think they’re in danger, tell them

To properly explain why this is a bad movie, I have to give away the ending. Turns out that every ten years (give or take), the seemingly friendly neighbors sacrifice a virgin to some demon to remain young. Part of the ritual includes pouring animal blood all over her face, weird dancing, etc. They get away with it by framing the girl’s parents. In recent years, their coverup has them targetting gay parents, whom the media will see as “prone to mental instability”. Butcher the girl, make it look like the adults killed her, then each other. They will never run out of victims because there’s always going to be someone the police will say “Yeah, those kind of people will just do that”. Movie-wise, it’s a good idea. This story is about a gay man but when you think about it, he could’ve been in a mixed-race relationship, or an unwed mother, etc.

Once we know this, many earlier events seem clumsy or nonsensical. Malik stumbles upon the truth about the cult by venturing into the house of the lesbian couple killed in 1983. Lucky for him, they just happened to videotape everything that happened to them and left the videos in their home for him to discover a decade later. You’d think the cultists would’ve gone in and scrubbed the place clean so no one would find the evidence. When the cultists sacrifice their virgin, they open her up and clean out her guts like she's a watermelon. Even if the police are prejudiced, it’s hard to believe someone won't recognize this pattern, particularly since it happens every ten years. Maybe the cultists clean up their mess after? No, we know they don’t. They didn't even bother cleaning up the blood stains when the new family moved in! And what was the deal with the spiral-shaped break that formed on Malik and Aaron's windshield when they drove into town? Just the biggest coincidence of all time I guess.

You can forgive a lot in a horror film if it scares you. Even if you’ve been the victim of homophobia, there’s not a lot that’ll give you willies in Spiral. The performances are good but there are just too many elements of this story that disappoint, don't go far enough or are ultimately half-baked. It's a shame. Another couple of passes through the ringer and it might’ve worked. (May 3, 2021)

[engineering-my-mastermind]

Lemme Be Anne Frank With You (poem)

Lemme be Anne Frank with you

I said lemme be Anne Frank with you.

No really lemme be Anne Frank with you.

But for real though in such a weird future

Where people have faught for the betterment of a people?

Lemme be Anne Frank with you.

Put down by a nearby people too? Lemme be Anne Frank with you.

Been about enough, that you feel you've had to go through? Yeah,

Lemme be Anne Frank with you.

Let Me, be Anne Frank, with you.

To remember a people you think about just one.

To put someone down you don't need a gun.

Two memories of a douchebag are stronger than one.

Whatever you go through just try 'n' have fun.    

I don't need to smile when I have to bloody see you,

Got shit on my mind that proper don't feel true,

Got no reason to bother if I know you won't come through,

But got time for the fam, yeh, I know you do too.

In a world where we are all co-creators,

I suggest to that you would toss your governers,

Try to achieve something better, without falling short.

Then maybe when you sort yourself, aim for togetherness.

Make something out of nothin', accept nothin' less.

And when you get this, it'll be nothing but a lifetime of bliss.

Lemme try to explain with my words, though you call them lyrics.

I don't know, I too think I'm pretty shit.

But the prettiest of shit can fertilise a garden,

And the flowers that grow from it you'll end up guardin',

'Cause the plants and the trees give you paper for writin'...

And so I decided to write...

I can picture myself making the old look like fools,

And making the new order look so damned tall,

All in disguise, with respect, to the people looking down,

Who only see it as embezzlement of their so-called crown.

'Cause in a perfect world not one but all'd be kings.

Or sat in the dark together wanting for the same damn things.

Now I'm seein' a select few who put down in writings,

That they achieved it all and had time for rich boy tings.

What the fuck are they wearing; these suiters and booters,

Who seem so tired when everything appears in their favor?

Dreamin' of smiles of people who get what they're after,

But we can be as one, with noone the faster.

And no beautiful fucker lacking...

Leave no man behind. Yeah?

No chewing the rind.

Make the most of your time.

Leave no man behind.

No woman left behind.

Stop dancing with people who don't help your mind.

Take the reins and deliver 'em to somewhere more kind.

Watch 'em unfurl in ways sublime.

No woman left behind.

I guess I'm just some fucker who's talkin' 'bout me

But no other fucker got time to talk about me.

I see empty faces comin' towards me down every street,

Everybody I see and meet, other than those I can't reach.

When you pool a people as one it's hard to single any out

Unless something bad happens, then everyone starts to shout.

You swim upstream feelin' like some lonely salmon or trout

Knowing you rarely pull through unless someone high's fuckin' about.

Like walkin' down a Hall where you can't see the end,

Some motherfuckers out there just in need of a friend.

You can push, you won't break, but there's no need to bend,

Step through to change your vibe and you'll get what you send.

What you need to hear the most, it aint always true

And it's that there's one fucker out there who will not give up on you.

And the weirdest thing about this thinkin' I'm a hot lyricist,

Is that the fucker pullin' you out aint me it's you.

Decide it's you that leaves no beautiful fucker lacking...

Leave not this man behind.

No chewing on the rind.

Make the most of your time.

Leave no man behind.

No woman left behind.

Leave not unclear the ways of delving your mind.

There's plenty of others out there waiting for you to find.

Join the few who unfurling into sublime.

No woman left behind.

So this is one more thing I write while shittin'...

Myself while in front of the computer somehow anti-wishin'...

My shelf is empty of all but people in one place sittin'...

Delve'n into something so stale it could be a dead kitten...

Twelve years I've known what it feels to be smitten.

So why ask to be dragged, to drunk and shagged,

Lifted up to the heights, from "maybe I'll blag".

I got this from a scream, juggling shared thoughts.

Layering what's on my screen with summer's days in shorts.

So if you're that fucker who finds themselves slacking

Maybe it's time you induldge in some blackening.

Learn to thrive in the hive, without some kind of crap ting

That you can't vibe with, telling you that you're anything but THE king.

You've got on your back some warm fucking clothing

Got a meal in your belly so why are you loathing

There's another just like you fuckin' smilin' and joking

So stand up on your feet and together keep smilin'..

Decide for yourself: I will not leave my beautiful self lacking...

Leave not one man behind.

No chewing on the rind.

Make the most of your time.

Leave no man behind.

Leave no woman behind.

Be sure that you are the master of your mother flippin' mind.

Recognise no cuss and rememeber to smile feels kind.

Watch yourself unfurl into the sublime.

No woman left behind.

So in a world where we lose some, smile for those we don't.

In a world where some shoot guns, remember it's far from the front.

In a world where we forget fun, don't stop when you hear the toms.

In this world with our shining sun, remember to dance to where you're going from where you're from...

No matter where you're from, lift up those around you.

With a grin on that chin you've a smile that'll shine through.

Got nothin' wrong with anything and when people ask you're gonna prove...

That a smile in the heart is the one that you hear in every groove.

So when the 'tar strums loud and you hear him growl,

Remember that's the vibe he had while he was singin' proud.

Got an epic self persona infront of every crowd.

Or to you in your room, soon laughin' without sound.

So push up that smile hook it up like a bra,

If it helps to sink it then do so with a laugh.

Bring the waves on in a panic that you're going so far.

And keep it forever wherever you are.

You've chosen for yourself not to find yourself lacking...

Nah, fuck it... 

You've chosen for yourself to find yourself fucking spectacular,

And I want you to stay that way.

You've left not your man behind.

Now you're not chewing on the rind.

Doing whatever making the most of your time.

Leaving no man behind.

Leave no woman behind.

She's got your vibe and together you'll shine.

Do worthwhile for one another 'cause you've both got time.

Find togetherness now that you're in the sublime.

Leave no woman behind.

So now you've found yourself, filled the space with smiles on every shelf.

You'll stop , nah, stop what? You got this brah, you need noone else.

You carry with you everywhere you go the vibe of some christmas elf.

Delivering gifts to anywhere you've missed like some happy ass dog or some shit,

I dunno...

But you can't do nothin' but yelp. Joyfully.

So dip your petals in the sea, dance with a stranger, maybe wish it was me.

But I am inside of you, my words flowing without, 

My being entwined with words guiding where, no longer a need to shout, you know you want to be.

And suddenly you are outside of you, your thoughts almost bearing a pout.

You've got the moment you wanted and you're pushing on through to more.

Questions seem undaunted and youre becoming gosh darned sure.

Your ability to mindscape is unguided and you're off heading away from the shore.

Heading your ship away from what you knew before.

Bringing you ahead are beings of an angelic nature.

Lifting your ego like spirit was writing it on paper.

Your being becomes something more than anything possible to disgrace her.

And of course, it's here to stay, 'cause you're no longer a race runner.

You've shon through and will blast your way to beyond the spectacular.

And you're gonna stay that way.

Your being will never be a man behind.

You'll never have to chew on the rind.

Doing whatever you see as best with your time.

Leaving nothing but the old man behind.

Leave no woman behind.

She's reflecting your goodness and her bites are toothless.

Your connections'll spread through the pages and soon become seemless.

Rejoice in your entry and foothold in the sublime.

Leave no woman behind.

And remember when I wrote this I had some fucking demons,

Vampires, feastin', tryna get my feelings,

Nothing held me back and I kept on believing,

Moving forward, bereathing, concentrating on my own sins,

Looking up, never down, always ignoring the frown,

Putting myself on a pedestal without noone around.

And I mean that, I was lonesome, but at least I still felt wholesome.

Nothing pushing me back from where I had to g - and furthersome.

Forever tryna make something out of myself

Without a need of a grotto or santa's fuckin' help.

I pushed down every second and kept those bastards back,

Knowing I can stand for more than whispers through the cracks.

So if you're talking about war be it emotional or else,

Psychological shit always dusty on your shelf,

Remember that we've won two wars, we did it all ourselves,

And without no bitter feelings or next-generational cells,

We are still the same one people, always striving, reading Braile,

From an emotional wavelength inside the shadows of those frail,

To be a bigger person, that's why great grand daddy fell,

And what he had to do, well mentally I'm doin' it as well.

And speaking of warfare...

I'll remember that first one with football in the snow,

Looking back at eachother like "You're my fuckin' bros".

Brother from another mother that's how the saying goes.

And I'll let you finish this verse, you do not need to flow.

No man left behind.

[noceurous]

—hit me up a thousand times

summary: you should not have let him use or hurt you like that. but also he should not know your body that good for you to let him in.

warnings: angst, swearing, cheating, smut, fingering, bucky is being mean to the reader, he is also 6’6 in my head, being hurt, creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, mentions of drinking and loneliness. 18+ || minors dni

a/n: this is based on this ask, even though the song is not my type that much i really liked the lyrics.

You loved him. It was cliche, it was borderline of being pathetic but somehow you loved him.

He was talking about something, his nostrils were bigger and eyes were darker. He was filled with rage. Or boredom, to be fair you could never tell.

“—are you even listening to me!” You shuddered with his cold tone. Tilting your head.

“Yeah.” You looked down, fingers playing with the papers you were holding. “You want me to help, and you need my help because you scared off the party planner people.” You spoke in one sentence almost being out of breath.

“Good. I’ll see you later.” He gave you a quick nod. Appreciating your simple obedience.

“But Bu—“ And he left without letting you finish. But I don’t want to help you organise a party for your girlfriend.

You sighed. It’ll be fine, maybe we could even bond over this. You rubbed your temples, trying to not focus on the headache it will cause. You knew it was bad for you that you could never say no to him.

You always let him get through you, so why this one would be different.

“Oh!” She cheered as the colourful balloons filled the room, some confetti falling down from the ceiling. The room was echoing with people’s laughter and singing a happy birthday song.

“Did you make this Bucky? And people say you are not the romantic one.” She joked and you looked at him. Hoping that he would say something.

“Yes doll. Your old man still has some things back in his sleeve.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her.

You wanted to cry to the reality in front of you. You needed something to punch, or hug. You weren’t sure but you knew that you shouldn’t be there. Everything was becoming too much and the last thing you needed was seeing him wrapped around her.

So you left.

Your place never felt that dull before. You were alone once again, away from the crowd and people. You couldn’t call someone and tell them how you felt, even though you desperately needed.

How pathetic.

You poured yourself some alcohol so it would make it easier to digest. Your comfort movie was playing in the background as you checked your phone. Trying to find something distracting.

You didn’t even realise you were sleeping, when you heard the knock on your door. Your feet felt too heavy while you walked.

“Hey.” You said as you saw him leaning on your doorframe. Jaw clenched, looking at your fogure.

“ ‘didn’t see you at the party. I couldn’t say thanks.” He explained as he invited himself inside, looking at the smallness of your apartment.

“You could have just texted me.” You explained. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here.” You continued as he looked around your place.

He turned to you and smirked. His eyes were a bit darker know. You really wondered what he was thinking. Even though you were good at reading people, he was a closed book. If there was ever a book of Bucky in the picture.

“Yes I could have texted...” He started as he walked over to you. Eyes looking at your old tshirt and pyjama bottoms. Smiling at your cuteness and petiteness in contrast to his large dark figure.

He leaned over to you, his hot breath fanning your face. “...but then I couldn’t do this, can I?” He finished as he kissed you. His lips were cold, and the kiss was demanding.

You found yourself responding to the kiss quickly, your hand placed on his cheek. You raised yourself on your tiptoes, deepening the kiss.

His tongue was dancing around yours. Sucking and licking. He was always the taker and you the giver. He placed his arms around your waist.

Your mind was screaming at you, to stop the kiss immediately. But your body and heart was too lost in the kiss already. He knew your body almost better than you did. He knew what you needed and what you craved. So it was easy for him to use you however he wanted.

“You’re such a needy little slut.” He chuckled, his metal hand wrapped around your throat pushing you back towards the wall. “Always desperate for me.”

And again he also knew how to break your heart, just like the way he knew make your panties wet.

You gasped as he tightened his hold. Smiling at your fragile state. He brushed his nose along your cheek. You whimpered as he tugged down your bottoms. Fingers were inside your panties. “All wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you.” He whispered to your ear.

His fingers playing with your folds. Gathering your wetness. You whimpered as his palm brushed along your clit. “So submissive.” He said as he pushed his finger inside you.

You moaned, your walls clenching around his cold digit. “You want this don’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes Bucky. I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please.” You answered. He pulled you towards him, lips crashing into yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he continued to fingering you. Swallowing your moans and whimpers.

You bit down his lip as he added another finger. Currently playing with your sweet spot, getting you panted up. “Bucky, I—I’m coming.” You explained as you broke the kiss for air.

“Cum for me. Soak my fingers with your juices, like a little good girl.” He curled his fingers, rewarding you with your orgasm.

You were panting when you felt your orgasm taken over your body. He took off his fingers, and licked your juices off of them. “You taste so sweet.” He admitted.

“T—thanks?” You said. Allowing him to guide you to your bedroom.

“You can thank me after I’m finished with you.”

He pulled you to his lap, kissing you. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands were placed on your waist, helping you grind yourself on him. His cock was hard again, buried between your folds just before he pushed himself inside you.

“Oh!” You moaned, slowly raising yourself on his lap only to get lower again. His hands were everywhere. Your neck, chest, back, waist...

“You’re doing so good.” He whispered on your lips, helping you to move on him. Helping you to adjust him. His hands went to your butt, grabbing tightly and pulling you closer to himself. “F—fuck, you feel so good. All warm and tight around me.”

You couldn’t speak coherently anymore. All things left your lips was cries and whimpers as he took you on his lap. His fingers inside your mouth.

He loved to see your mouth full. Loved filling all over your holes. “I love seeing you stuffed like this, splayed out on my lap like a good little pet.” You felt your walls clench around him.

Your heart was beating inside your chest. Your eyes meeting with his dark, lustful eyes. His chest was pressed into yours. His naked chest covered with a thin layer of sweat and you could see the veins on his arms and neck. Chest rising as he breathed.

He was deep and fast, just fucking his frustration out of you, whatever got him mad. It didn’t matter since he came to you.

His low groans were vibrating on your breast and chest. You could feel his cock twitching inside you. Your moans were muffled because of his fingers inside your mouth. You sucked on his fingers again, closing your eyes with the sensation.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He moaned when you circled your hips once more. “Oh, you’d like that don’t you? Want me to fill you up?” He said as he pulled off his fingers. You nodded before the fingers left your mouth.

His hand went to your waist. Holding you down and pressing your body more to him as he increased his speed. Chasing your orgasm, as well as him.

He didn’t need you to tell him that you were coming. He could tell it from the way your breathing changed and how you dug your fingers on his shoulders.

He knew you better than you knew yourself.

He filled you with his cum as you came down on his cock. He chuckled, slowing down before stopping with you still on his lap. He pulled out slowly, and you threw yourself next to him.

He pushed himself off the bed. You turned your head to look at him. You watched him getting dress without saying anything.

You knew you should have put an end to this, or be brave enough to tell him that he could stay. You were doing this for months but never once he stayed or asked you to.

You knew you didn’t mean anything to him. Just a stress toy he could use here and there. Whether it is the work, his girlfriend or the constant nightmares he had. He just loved to fuck it out with you.

Maybe he knew how you felt too. Sometimes you were sure even a blind person could see the light in your eyes whenever you looked at him. Or smiled when he said something nice to you, no matter how rare it happened.

He knew well about your body so why not your mind too.

“Nice job on the party. I know I could count on you.” He added as he zipped his pants back. Gave you a simple nod before leaving.

You sighed as you threw your head back. Trying not to make a sound before you heard the sound of your door shutting.

Again, he knew how well to hurt you too.

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

[kingkatsuki]

this is the cutest idea ❤️

could I request Kiri with an aquarium wedding? All the pretty sea life around, I just think it'd be neat 🦈

I’m sorry, but Kirishima’s proposal would be a disaster. He plans this romantic proposal at your favourite forest, somewhere you had one of your first dates and it was such a beautiful day. But the day he plans it for, the day he’s specifically marked off in the work calendar months in advance, refusing to swap shifts or do any overtime- that day? Is now forecast for torrential downpours. The morning doesn’t look so bad as he’s ushering you into the car excitably, glad the sun is shining and you’re smiling, but as soon as he parks up and you begin walking through the trees the skies open up— barely 100 meters from the car you end up sprinting back to it, shutting yourselves in as the heavens continue to rain. You’re both soaked, sticking to his plush leather seats as he waits for it to calm down before driving you home- or maybe to grab a warm coffee. Turning the car heating up to max as your teeth begin to chatter- he’s apologising profusely now, like it’s his fault for the weather. But he’s upset, and he starts ranting- “I’m so sorry, baby. I just wanted everything to be perfect and I’ve been planning this for months, and I did so good not ruining the surprise, even Kats told me I was doing a good job. And you didn’t find out that I wanted to ask you to marry me, and now I can’t because it decided to rain and I got your pretty dress all wet and I bet you hate-” and you’re like “what?” Because he’s ranting so quickly that you’re unsure that you heard him properly. And Kirishima’s cheeks almost go as red as his hair as he realises his mistake. Hiding his face in his hands as he groans, explaining that he had a picnic planned as he pulls out the black box with the beautiful wedding band inside. You take it from his large hands and stare at it in disbelief, almost feeling tears collect in your lashes and that only makes Kiri more upset because he thinks he’s upset you. Or that you didn’t want to marry him? So he’s starting to apologise again and you lean over the centre console to plant a soft kiss on his lips. And you’re like “yes” but he’s so dazed for a minute he doesn’t even know what you mean— but when he realises he’s lifting you up and over onto his lap as you squeal, accidentally nudging the horn as he holds you tight. Your bodies both still damp as you sit together cuddling, finding other things to do until the storm passes-

Kirishima jokes after your wet proposal that you should have your wedding at an aquarium, and what a perfect idea it is. Exchanging your vows in the shark tunnel as the fish swim above you, creating a gorgeous lighting for all your wedding photos as the photographer manages to catch their biggest shark swimming above you during your first kiss as husband and wife. Of course, being a Pro has its perks as you’re both offered a backstage tour of the aquarium, including the adorable little penguins that try to nip at the bottom of your wedding dress so Kirishima has to scoop it in his arms for that portion of the tour, saving you from a dress malfunction🥺 and then you get to feed some of the fish together, stealing kisses while you do and talking about your favourites and the best parts of the aquarium. Also getting some pictures with certain fish like butterfly fish who stay in their couples for the entire of their lives🥺 your now husband getting far too excited about all the sea creatures and asking the staff so many questions while he looks on in wonder. It’s quite adorable really, the massive hulk of a man acting like an excitable five year old. He definitely buys you whatever you want from the gift shop so you can remember your day too (and buys something for himself “to remember the day” when really he just wanted the big plushie of a shark.) and you get to have your first dance in front of the huge shark tank while sharks and rays swim past you, there’s even some divers that go beneath the water and hold up signs with congratulations on them. Just the perfect wedding day, and even though Kirishima keeps saying it makes up for the terrible proposal you keep insisting both days were perfect.