#not great at lighting and backgrounds but yeah here ya go

[pixel-leaf]

A day at Dreamlight Valley (based on true ingame events ⬇️)

[sp00kymulderr]

part 2 of gift wrapped

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+. unprotected p in v, sex toys, cursing, drug mention, dieter continuing to be ridiculous but he just loves you so much. Unedited drivel.

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Dieter has another gift for you

A/N: This one goes out to my darling @chronically-ghosted who is forever encouraging of the bravo brainrot, and in fact often makes it much worse. Love ya, Taylor! Merry Christmas! Comments and reblogs forever appreciated. To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates​ or see taglist details on my masterlist. Header by me. Credit to banner maker.

It wasn’t exactly the Christmas Eve you’d planned.

It was significantly better.

Getting railed by your boyfriend under the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree; room full of the sounds of moans, the slap of skin on skin, the jingling antlers that were now atop his head as he fucked you from behind to the rhythm of Jingle Bell Rock playing in the background.

“Dee...fucking...don’t...stop…” You were crying out, face practically buried against the carpet, his hand softly pressing between your shoulder blades before smoothing down to join his other in gripping your hips tight. All the while, jingle jingle jingle with every shake and shiver and somehow the ridiculous noise is only getting you wetter and closer.

“C-cookie you’re so...ah fuck” Dieter groans behind you, slowing down his movements to press deep and hard into you as he nears his peak, making you reach back and claw his flesh desperately. Your body feels like the Christmas trifle, all jelly and cream, as he pulls you apart in ways only Dieter knows how.

The track changes to something slower and more mellow just as his fingers slide soft from your hip and down over your stomach, before finding their place at your clit. Your whole body shudders in ecstasy and you push back hard on him as you come once more.

Dieter follows moments after, a guttural moan stuttering out of him accented by the bells and more beautiful than any christmas carol. He mutters something breathless about ‘dipping his cookie in his milk’ that you choose to ignore as he leans all the way down and presses a kiss to your back.

Yeah, much better than the evening of family phone calls and Christmas day prep you’d had planned.

You’re both silent for a few moments, catching your breath as the dulcet tones of East 17 play on in the background and the antlers fall off somewhere behind him. Dieter eventually slipping out of you and finding his place next to you on the carpet to bask in the afterglow, and in the illumination of the tree lights.

“Best present ever?” He asks with that confident smile even as you scoff at him.

“Wasn’t on my list. But…best present ever” You grin back, turning on your side to face him and letting your eyes once again wander the glory of your boyfriend laid bare before you. He really is gorgeous, every inch of him.

Dieter props up on his elbow and rests his head on his large palm as he watches you back. Love abounds beneath those deep brown eyes. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment before responding.

“Got you something else. Well, a few things but one you should definitely open tonight” He’s already sitting and reaching over you to the gifts beneath the tree to find the one he meant. Your brow furrows.

“Baby, we’re opening presents tomorrow. You know, when my family gets here” You remind him as you sit yourself up too.

He huffs out a little bit of a laugh that has you suspicious. There’s that mischievous look on his face again, the one he often has when he’s high and has a ‘great idea’ (much as you suspect was how his gift wrapped dick had come about).

“I don’t think you want to open this one in front of your family, cookie” Dieter mutters lowly.

“Oh god” is about all you can return, but you’re not exactly not intrigued. Dieter had always had a unique idea of gift giving. Like that birthday when you’d just started dating and he’d signed you both up for goat yoga at a retreat in Switzerland.

“Come on cookie. Let me spoil you” 

He hands you the present. It’s pretty heavy, in a rectangular box and wrapped about as well as he’d wrapped his cock before. You give him one more look of uncertainty, which he returns with a sly wink, before giving in and ripping open the present.

The box is unassuming, sleek matte black with no notable information on it. When you open the box though, it’s not what you expect. Maybe you should have known.

“So…are all my presents gonna be dick themed?” You laugh, as you pull a silicone dildo from the box.

“Just the really good ones” Dieter smirks back, still watching you like a hawk as if waiting for you to realise something.

You examine the thing for a moment, taking in the features of the realistic looking thing before the other shoe drops.

“Oh. Oh my god. This is…”

It’s a near perfect silicone copy of his cock. Shape and ridges and that slight curve, girth and length. It’s practically exact.

“Mine” Dieter nods with a proud look as you hold the thing in your palms and look between it and the real one.

“Not one of those cheap kits either. Got a buddy who runs this sex toy business, real high end quality shit” He continues enthusiastically as you continue to stare at the toy. It feels good in your hands. It’d definitely feel good inside you and he knows you know it with the way he’s watching you.

Fuck, he’s got you horny again.

“So you got your friend to make a dildo of your own dick, just for me?” You ask softly. 

“Yeah” He answers, rubbing his neck in sudden uncertainty as if he’s just realised you might not like it. “You know…since I’m away a lot with the filming schedule so tight. It’s-”

It’s really kind of oddly sweet. His way of taking care of your needs in those times he can’t be there. You do like his cock a lot, after all.

“I love it” You smile, practically jumping in to his lap to kiss him.

Dieter’s joy returns tenfold as he kisses you back passionately and excitedly. It’s a gesture of love, in his own way, and that you see it that way too just cements how meant for each other you are.

“Merry Christmas, cookie” He mumbles against your lips, pulling back to continue “You wanna try it out?” with a wiggle of his brows.

“Fuck yes I do” You respond immediately and with enthusiasm.

“Good” He reaches into a bag to grab something. 

Ah, a bottle of lube. Christmas cookie flavour, of course.

“Because I’ve got an idea or two”

[moonstruck-poet]

Next Thing You Know

Pairing - Ben Barnes x reader!

Summary - a fic taking us through the journey of your wonderful relationship with Ben Barnes.

Warnings - none

You swear that you're stayin' single next thing you know. You meet a girl at a bar and next thing you know. You get her laughin', it's 2 AM. You're tellin' your buddies three months in.

"Why do you always want to drag me to places I don't wanna go?" Ben frowns at his brother who just grins cheekily and doesn't let go of the firm hold of his hand.

"You need to loosen up a little brother," Jack says simply and they get into his car, him obviously being the one driving. "Even Mum and Dad think you're a bit too tense these days for God's sake!"

Ben rolled his eyes and turned on the radio, immediately smiling at his favorite Bob Dylan song that had just started. He had planned to just lay down in bed and peacefully read, something he hadn't done in ages.

But unfortunately that's not what 26 year olds normally did, which was very sad indeed. A nice little reading session with soft romantic tunes playing in the background was suddenly considered old-fashioned.

"Here we are!" Jack exclaimed cheerfully and they got out, him throwing an arm around his brother who merely chuckled and together they entered the rather crowded club.

"This is intense," Ben murmured after scanning the place. What with its loud, blaring music, dim but flashing lights and an over-excited crowd, it seemed a bit intimidating.

"Its just been way too song since you've been in a club," Jack retorted but then his face turned into one of glee after spotting his best mates who waved frantically.

"Not even been 10 minutes and already ditching me huh?"

"I'm so sorry," he said apologetically but smiled when Ben laughed.

"It's all good, go on hang out with them".

"You'll be okay by yourself right?"

"Of course, I'm not 10!"

"See ya then," saying so Jack bid him goodbye and Ben watched as he left before seating himself near the bar, ordering a light drink just to keep him warm and fuzzy.

"Thank you," he smiled at the bartender who bowed and brought the glass to his lips, the liquid barely grazing them before something- or rather someone, took his entire attention.

There you were, walking right towards him. His eyes gazed at the young woman who looked too beautiful even dressed in simple clothes like black ripped jeans paired with a leather jacket. Your raven hair that was tied into a half-ponytail simply added to the look.

She was exquisite, he remembered thinking.

He blinked, snapping out of his trance when the said woman was seated right beside him, looking positively bored and somehow a little out of place, even with her appropriate clothes.

He suddenly felt like a very shy teenager and focussed instead on his drink, whilst looking at you from the corner of his eyes. His cheeks went warm when you finally seemed to notice the rather handsome man sitting next you.

He saw your eyes widen and your mouth open a little, and he felt confused. Was something wrong with his face?

But then the reason for your staring became clear when you made a statement.

"Um hello, you're Ben Barnes aren't you?" You said softly and he was enraptured by your smooth voice that was slightly deep for a girl.

"Oh yeah, yes I'm him," he said quickly and gave you a blinding smile that you reciprocated with immense happiness and he felt a giddiness in his chest that had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the drink that had now gone totally unnoticed.

"You played Prince Caspian," you grinned and he nodded, so excited that you had seen the movie.

"Did you like the movie?"

"It was brilliant," you said, your dark eyes appearing starry due to the lights. "I love the books and the movies just gave me a face for the characters that I so love".

"I take you as a reader then?" He asked with some eagerness.

"Oh absolutely! I honestly was going to spend this evening in my cosy bed reading a great romance book than coming here. But well my friends are quite persuasive".

He was over the moon at finding a common factor between you two. "I was going to do the same! But my brother dragged me in here, said that I needed to loosen up," he mimicked Jack making you laugh.

"Sometimes all you need to loosen up are some beautiful books and good music," you said, the two things were very close to your heart and Ben understood instantly.

"I agree," he smiled and you smiled too. Glad to find another person who had interests very similar to your own, and that too in a time when everybody was intent on partying the night away.

"Would it be okay if we geek over some books maybe outside?" Ben asked and mentally facepalmed. God he couldn't even talk properly to a girl.

"Yeah I'd like some quiet, it's really noisy in here," your eyebrows furrowed and you walked down, drinks in both of your hands as you sat down on a bench.

The rest of the night was spent talking and talking and talking. Ben didn't think he had ever talked this much before, much less to a girl but here he was, and here you were.

It just seemed so easy and he had this strange, warm feeling in his heart that he knew exactly what it was.

"What's your favorite quote from a book?" He asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

You were stumped, you had read hundreds of books and it was as if suddenly you had read none. "Good question, Ben".

His heart fluttered and red stained his cheeks, though thankfully for him you couldn't see it because of the dark.

And abruptly there was this gentle, loving smile on your face and all Ben wished in that moment was for him to be the cause.

"In vain have I struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you," you whispered the words.

And he smiled, looking down before meeting your eyes, each one's irises as dark as the night sky. "Austen hmm?" He said softly, loving the way your smile widened.

The man was already on the brink of falling head over heels and couldn't wait for this to get further. It was as if he seemed to know, like maybe an instinct or a feeling, whatever it was, it just made him gravitate towards you.

And lucky for him, you felt the same. Albeit it took you time than him, you were too on the edge of loving this man from the entirety of your heart.

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That she ain't moving in, the next thing you know. There's a U-haul trailer, next thing you know. Your old apartment is y'all's new place. There goes the carpet but the deer head stays.

"How much stuff do you even have?" Ben questioned indignantly as you carried boxes after boxes up the elevator. "You do know that we have a well furnished home right?"

You rolled your eyes, sweat dripping down your face and down your neck as you strained under the weight of a particularly heavy one. "Hush Barnes, I'm still shifting in your apartment aren't I?"

He simply shook his head with a smile and dropped two boxes on the floor with a loud thump, grimacing at the sound and praying hard that there wasn't anything breakable.

"You seriously need to do some downsizing, love," he muttered, slumping down on the sofa with a sigh.

You frowned but knew he was right. You had way too much stuff and you doubted that all of it was absolutely necessary. "Yeah I'll do that when setting everything up".

"And god what is the meaning of this Benjamin?" You shrieked when your gaze fell on the carpet underneath the centre table.

"What?!" He grumbled, reluctantly opening his eyes to see what made you react like that. "Oh that".

"Yes that".

"Uhm I was gonna replace it-"

"He's been saying that for the past year dear, I've forgotten the amount of times I had to tell him to change that wretched thing," his mum's voice interrupted and she stepped inside, followed by her husband.

Your eyes narrowed at your boyfriend who cringed under the stares of two women whom he loved dearly.

"Cat got your tongue, Barnes?" Thomas, his father grinned amd stepped in front of his son. Clearly enjoying the predicament.

"I swear I was going to change it," he mumbled and then gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

"Don't you look at her like that young man!" Tricia Barnes pointed ger finger which immediately shut his attempts at wooing you.

You pressed your lips tightly to prevent a snort at his downcast expression. "You gotta listen to your mum, Ben".

"I'm glad at least someone sensible agrees with me," she shot a playful look at the two men and smiled lovingly at you. "You got everything up, darling?"

"Yeah! I'll start unpacking after I make us some lunch," you smiled and the woman simply beamed while your boyfriend watched in disbelief as you laughed together.

"That's always how it is, lad," Thomas said with a glint in his eyes and Ben couldn't help as he chuckled. "But that is also how you know that you've got a good one".

He let out a genuine smile at that and let his eyes linger on your figure as you laughed with his mum while making lunch. You were the best decision he'd ever made, and the best instinct he'd ever felt.

"My god you're having it bad aren't you?" His dad cackled loudly earning strange but pleased looks from the two women.

While Ben's cheeks went red, "Yeah.. I guess I am having it down real bad".

"She is a wonderful girl, and I'm sure she's going to take good care of you, buddy. And in return make sure you never deny her the simple pleasures of life. Most people think women are extremely complex creatures, but that's definitely not the case, you know?"

Ben turned around completely to face his father and that's when Thomas knew that his son was falling in love. And a small smile graced his face because what else would a father want for his gentleman of a son?

"They don't want you to spend hundred dollars on a bouquet of flowers, they'll be happier with a single rose plucked from a field on any random day. When girls say they like sweet messages, it doesn't mean that you should write a five pages long essay about the reasons why you love her. It simply means a good morning when you're not together, a basic did you eat yet or a small text saying how proud you are of her".

Ben nodded eagerly and enthusiastically, he had already unconsciously done all of these things and was glad to know that he was going on the right track. He had never really understood the significance behind his actions, but now he did.

"What're you two gossiping about?" Tricia asked and sat down between them, glancing at them both.

"Just giving our boy some relationship advice," Thomas said and winked at his son.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Well heavens only know what all you said to him. But I'm sure it was priceless," she said with a small smile while looking at Ben who nodded.

"Just remember sweetheart that anybody can buy luxurious gifts for their woman. But the truly romantic things are those little things you do everyday to show that you care and think about them," she patted his cheek.

"Yes mum," he agreed with every single word his parents are told him. He was really blessed to have such wonderful parents.

"Here's the lunch!" You finally entered the living room and set down two containers filled with delicious gravy and meat.

"Hey- Love- Careful there it's boiling," Ben muttered, hot on your heels as you carried the steaming pot.

"Yeah yeah don't worry I'm okay".

"I'll grab the plates and glasses," he said and darted back into the kitchen.

"Hey will you get some forks too please?" You called out after arranging everything properly on the table.

"Yeah bringing".

"Thank you".

The parents exchanged looks at the simple, basic conversation which seemed almost meaningless but somehow held such depth.

And after a fabulous dinner and bidding goodbye to Ben's family, you two had started the work of setting all the things in place. It was tedious to the core but helped greatly in relieving any kind of stress that was plaguing your mind.

And after about two whole hours of hardwork, all was finally done and you took a look around to smile at your new home.

"Ben?" You went in search for him to see your boyfriend in the kitchen, carrying two mugs of coffee.

"Yeah?" He placed the mugs on the table and sat down, gesturing for you to do the same while slowly sipping his caffeine.

"Where'd you keep my guitar? I don't remember seeing it-"

You were cut off by him pointing towards the piano that was kept in one corner of the living room and your eyes drifted to see your gorgeous black acoustic hanging on a wall right beside the instrument.

"That's the perfect place," you said, looking at him with delight.

"I'm glad. Maybe we can do some covers and record them someday," he suggested and took your hand, intertwining your fingers and brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Yeah we can do that," you smiled and closed your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you with every ounce of passion and love.

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Next thing you know, you're saving money like never before just to spend it all at a jewelry store. Gettin' down on one knee on her mama's porch just prayin' she don't say no.

"Never thought I'd see this day," Jack shook his head and looked at his brother and laughed. "Is the size correct?"

"Of course it bloody is," Ben muttered, slightly offended that he'd even doubt that.

"Should I pack it then, Mr Barnes?" The attender asked with a smile on her face, pleased at Ben's choice.

"Yes please thank you," he nodded, hands shaking slightly due to nervousness.

The middle aged lady noticed it and looked warmly at the fumbling young man, "Your woman is one lucky girl".

"I think this one is luckier to have her," Jack interjected and they all laughed.

"That's true actually," Ben murmured and took the precious, black coloured box, keeping it safely in his pocket.

"You are so whipped, my god. It's actually adorable I must say".

"Sure it is. When are you giving me the chance to pay you back for the hell that you've given me the last five years?" He asked, smirking slightly ad they got into the car and began driving home.

"That won't happen soon so don't you worry your pretty little head about it".

Ben merely smiled cheekily and parked his car in the driveway before getting out and walking into his first home.

You were currently on a business trip in another country amd wouldn't be back for a week at the most. And it was safe to say that your boyfriend missed you. Terribly.

"Hey Dad," he greeted his father who was watching a badminton match. "Since when did you start watching badminton?"

"Since my lovely daughter in law introduced me to it rather enthusiastically," he said with a knowing glint making Ben stare.

"Yes yes we know all about your shenanigans," his mother entered the living room and all three of them gave him matching grins.

"So let's see, where's the ring?" She asked excitedly and Ben pulled out the small box and handed it to her.

"Goodness love it's beautiful," she breathed, staring at the elegant silver band. "It's perfect for her," she said to herself and her eyes became teary.

"My baby's all grown up," she laughed through the tears and pulled her eldest in a loving embrace. Her not even understanding just how quickly time had passed. Just yesterday he was running around the house, singing his lungs out to songs playing on the radio. And now here he was, earning himself big from the industry and using that to buy his future wife a bond to last the next seven lifetimes.

"I'm so proud of you," she whispered in his ear and he tightened his arms, feeling like a little boy again.

He could feel himself getting emotional and rapidly blinked back the tears, not really wanting to cry in front of them.

"I'm proud to have you as my son, Ben," Thomas patted him on his back, his eyes too shining and ruffled his hair, exactly the way he did when the young man before him was nothing but a boy.

"And doesn't matter how much trouble I've caused you in this lifetime," Jack began his speech making everyone chuckle. "You really are the best brother-" he broke off when Ben pulled his younger brother in a bone-crushing hug.

They all laughed and the amount of warmth radiating through the room could really rival the sun's. But there was only one thing missing. One person who was not present.

And his smile fell just a tiny bit, but Tricia Barnes noticed it, of course she did. "Call her," she said with a smile and squeezed his shoulder while he nodded and walked towards his room, immediately dialing up your number and lying down on his bed.

You picked up after a few rings, "Hello?"

"Hey," he said, voice barely above a whisper and he cleared his throat.

"Ben," you breathed out. It had been seven days since you'd last seen each other and there was this ever present tightness in your chest. "What's wrong love? You okay?"

"Yeah," he sniffed and rolled over on his side, staring out of the window. "Now I am".

Your lips twitched a little, "How are you?" You asked the question as though you hadn't spoken to each other just the night before.

"I'm okay. I just.. Miss you," he swallowed, unable to keep back the emotions that wanted to escape.

You immediately took notice of the change in his voice and your heart broke a little, "I'm so sorry. I wish I could be there, Ben. I really wish that so much".

"No don't be silly! You're there for work, you should be focusing on that," he said and took a hold of himself. Not wanting to bother you and distract you from your job.

"You are more important, Barnes".

He looked down with a smile, "I'm serious. I just called you 'cause I missed you that's all. And my family there decided that it was a good day to say some really heartfelt words and make me emotional".

You chuckled softly, "Should I add to that long list of compliments?"

"Please don't," his eyes widened as though he expected you to do just that. He thought he might as well breakdown if you did.

"Nah don't worry I'm not that cruel".

"Sure," he said, already having a mental list of instances that proved otherwise.

"Oh shut up that was not cruelty," you said, understanding exactly what was in his mind.

"Oh yeah? Might I remind you of the time that you 'accidentally' dyed my hair blond?"

You snorted and that made him go off even more, "It didn't come off for a month!"

"Well atleast it wasn't pink".

"How reassuring," he said dryly and you roared with laughter. One simple memory emitting such joy that he couldn't help but join in.

"When are you coming back? I miss you, darling," he said once you two had both controlled yourselves.

"As soon as I can, love, I promise," you sighed. "Hey Ben, I'm really sorry but I gotta go".

"Yeah it's alright. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just finish your work. And don't you overwork yourself or skip any meals because of stress or I swear I'm going to come there and feed you myself if I have to".

"I wouldn't put it past you at all," you whispered.

"I'm proud of you, yeah? And I love you, so so much baby".

"I love you too, so so much".

Two weeks had passed since the conversation and Ben and his family were currently at your house. Everybody was sitting in the garden, soaking in the sunlight and enjoying the warm weather.

You were wearing a gorgeous sundress and were leaning against the tree while in conversation with your mum. Your hands on the other hand were nestled in Ben's soft hair, running your fingers through them as he rested his head on your thigh.

You were deep in conversation when he opened his eyes and removed the sunglasses to simply look at you properly and god did he fall in love again right there.

Your brown hair shone gold under the sunlight and your dark irises too had a muddy shade to them. Your body seemed to radiate a divine glow and he was enraptured.

And of course that's exactly when his mum called you and stood up straight, forgetting completely about Ben.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry," you couldn't help but laugh at his adorably frustrated face.

"Where are you going?" He grumbled and pulled you right back on him making your eyes widen as you glanced at you mum who pretended to check her nails.

"Your mother is calling me, I have to go".

He suddenly stilled and immediately let go of your hand, almost pushing you towards the house earning a strange look.

"Way to be obvious Ben," Jack snorted and threw a pebble.

"God I can't do this, she's gonna say no," his hands flapped nervously as he paced around the lawn, every negative thought making its appearance and troubling him.

But of course you didn't say no, of course you didn't deny such a big happiness to ever enter your life.

And naturally you nodded, silent tears dripping down your cheeks which mirrored Ben's face. He slid the ring onto your finger, your families erupting in a huge round of applause at the action.

"I love you so much sweetheart, more than you could ever dream of," he said, jaw clenching slightly and eyes bloodshot.

"I love you too my Disney prince," you whispered and the two of you chuckled despite the tears and my god the kiss that followed had his heart almost jumping out of his chest due to the sheer amount of love, passion and promise.

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I think we do need a part 2 for this huh

[cozy-earthbaby]

3 of a Soul - (part 2)

(Re-post)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 cuz It makes life easier.)

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Drake was really starting to get on Damien's nerves.

Correction. The oldest three of the batfam were getting on his nerves, but it was Drake's fault.

It started with him and Todd discussing some dingy cafe at the edge of Parks Row. Todd was suspicious of how calm it was, so Drake looked into it. The usual background check and stake out. The place was clean.

Then Drake kept going there.

That then in turn made Todd more upset, who then dragged Grayson into the mess.

Which brought him here.

Standing in front of the aforementioned cafe alongside Drake and Grayson. Todd refused to go till the establishment had Grayson's approval. The tacky sign contained an idiotic pun that got a laugh out of the oldest.

"Don't know why Jay-bird has a problem with this place, seems quite wonderful to me!" Grayson's chipper mood only seemed to sour Damien's.

"And I told you both I had this handled! I don't know why you need to be here?" Drake complained, tired eyes glancing at them. "It's just a cafe."

"Tch. We really shouldn't be wasting our time with this non-sense. However, Todd would only continue to whine. He's under the impression you're not taking this seriously." Damien huffed out. It really did feel like a waste of time.

As they entered the doorbell announced their presence. A short darkhaired young man with pale skin and a troublesome smile sat at the counter greeted them. Bright blue eyes piercing into them. Damien felt himself shiver. Damien never shivered.

"Tim! My favorite coffee addict! Always good ta see ya! Your usual? Oh! Who're your friends?" The midwestern drawl stood out immediately as he addressed Drake, Smile growing with a wink. Drake in return turned a light shade of red. Tch. Pitiful.

"H-Hey Danny! Yeah, yeah that'll be great! And these are my brothers. Dick and Damien. They wanted to check this place out." Drake was attempting the small talk like his foot was in his mouth. Honestly pitiful.

Danny punched in Drake's order as he looked Grayson up and down, an almost evil grin placing itself on his face. "You go by Dick? On purpose?" The snark was thick in his voice, mischief in his eyes. Before Grayson could defend himself, a male voice with a New York accent called from the back as someone emerged.

"Danny! Play nice!" The New Yorker was a sight, an objectively handsome young man with chestnut hair that almost glowed and sweet honey doe eyes that seemed to sparkle. He was built similar to Grayson, slightly taller through. His face, smile, and eyes were warm and open, a contrast to Danny's sharp watching gaze. "Sorry about him. Don't know what Tim's told you, but Danny is house trained." The tease caught Danny's attention.

"Peeeeetey! I was just askin' a question! I was bein' friendly." The shorter boy draped himself over his coworker.

A snort was earned. "Yeah. Sure." The chestnut-haired man said drily, rolling his eyes as he redirected his attention to the brother's. "Sorry again. Names Peter. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent took on a more friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. Damien felt his mouth go dry. Tch. What a bother.

"No problem Peter! As you heard, I'm Dick, this is Damien, and this is our first time. Timmy here is such a fan, we just had to check it out!" Grayson, ever the social butterfly, was already laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Drake. "Any recommendations? Unlike certain people... Some of us like to actually taste their coffee." The wink he sent Peter was probably a bit much. However, he was rewarded with a gentle laugh from Peter. The angelic sound made Damien feel warm and uncomfortable. It was apparent that he was not the only one effected, judging by the pink on both his brother's faces. Tch. Pitiful. Truly Pitiful.

"Alright. Alright. How about this? I surprise you two and tell you about the drink after?" Peter seemed excited by the idea. "I bet I can guess pretty close to what you'll like. Just let me know if you have any dietary restrictions." There was a Glimmer in his eye Damien couldn't place.

"I think that's wonderful! How about it Dami?" Grayson's hopeful eyes were that of a kicked puppy. Tch. Unbelievable.

"Fine. I'll partake in this ridiculous game. My dietary restriction is Vegan." Damien tried not to notice how Grayson lit up as he spoke.

"Awesome! Two special orders and one regular coming right up!" Peter rung them up than dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

After a moment of silence, Grayson spoke.

" So~ THAT'S why you keep coming back here, huh?" The suggestive tone caught both Drake and Damien off guard.

"Wa- NO! I- DONT!" It had appeared that the foot had returned to Drake's mouth. "Seriously Dick. What even? I come her for the coffee. It's relaxing here! Danny and Peter are fun! Also! I COME HERE FOR THE COFFEE!!!" Drake's face got redder and redder as he spoke. Tch.

"Hey, hey, hey! I was just teasing! Just teasing!" Grayson amended. "But it looks like you were right. Nothing crazy going on here other than that Danny trying Peter's patience. I'll let Jason know."

"Tch. Danny is an idiot. " There was no doubt about that. The man was a fool.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter said it's just how things are back home for him, and that he and Ro have been working on breaking that habit of his."

"Ro?"

"Oh yeah. You guys haven't seen them yet. Yeah. They stay in the back mostly. Very chill. Puts up with those two like a champ. If you two start coming around more, you might see them."

"Huh." Grayson went into thought with this new information.

"Tch."

Silence fell over the group as they made it over to one of the booths. No sooner had they sat down, had Peter arrived with the drinks.

"Ok boys. Give these a shot and tell me what you think." Peter could have been vibrating, he was so excited. It was almost cute. Tch.

Both Damien and Grayson cautiously brought their cups to their mouths, sipping slowly. Damien felt his Eyes go wide. It was his favorite kind of tea! The kind that took months for Pennyworth to get right. And here it was. Perfect, just how he liked it.

Slowly, Damien turned to the puppy eyes and friendly faced New Yorker, shock still setting in. Peter notice and a proud grin grew on his lips.

Rewarded with a laugh, Damiens fetchers softened.

Maybe this place wasn't so bad.

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@the-ghost-trader @saphirecross @the-autistic-spider

[wexhappyxfew]

Oooh, those prompts sure do look amazing… the touch one??? I’m so unsure on which one I might be in a crisis….

Soo… after muuuch deliberation, may ask about nr. 17 (holding the other’s chin up) with my girl Carrie? (I have to stay loyal to her, though I love all the other Silver Bullets girls equally)

Thank you 💖

- Carrie anon

carrie anon my apologies for how incredibly late this is (along with the other prompts sitting in the askbox lol) finals season will forever be a struggle lmao. BUT! i'm taking a mental break and here we are with a piece for my beans, carrie x dougie, carrie anon!! :D VERY excited to post this, we get a bit more with carrie's feelings as she's pretty good at hiding them (but not great with hiding them lol). so please enjoy!!

bergie doesn't strike out

(a/n): for the carrie x dougie girlies because this prompt i enjoyed and i figured i'd add some more to carrie's background - a struggle to fit in, to feel wanted, in a time of war. yeah, she's going through it to say the least and in some way, we all can get why :'( please enjoy!

Carrie watched from behind her shot glass as James Douglass waltzed over to the congregating group of Clubmobile girls and talked his talk, pulling out his lighter and offering to light up cigarettes, only before making quite the show of winking and meandering away back towards where he had been previously stood with Hambone and Murphy. She watched him let out a barking laugh before pointing to their cups and nodding to the bar. And that's when he started waltzing over to the bar, where she was stood, rather enjoying her stare-down with her shot glass instead of having to focus on him.

"Carrie Achterbeg, haven't seen you in a minute." she heard him say as he approached - which albeit was the truth. She hadn't come out to one of these in a couple of weeks. After that awkward misunderstanding with one of the guys from the 418th - radio operator, kind eyes, but horrible ego - after he had tried to plant one on her, she didn't want anything to do with the flying club, drinks and pilots. Tonight though was different. And after those last few missions, she needed some sort of melancholy distraction, even if it were a shot or two stood alone at the bar.

"Aren't you a sight for sore ey-" Carrie glanced over at James Douglass and shoved him in the shoulder roughly before throwing back her shot and sighing.

"Don't finish that sentence." she managed out, coughing briefly and then looked at him.

"Dually noted." Dougie said, before leaning up on the bar next to her and watching the side of her face, "What's eating you?" Carrie let out a dry laugh and looked over at him.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she said, before lowering your voice, "struck out, huh?" Dougie raised a brow in her direction and she nodded over his shoulder.

"Tatty, Helen, Virginia…." Carrie said, "Christ, Dougie, you struck out and you struck out hard." Dougie rolled his eyes and leaned more against the bar and nodded to the tender.

"Struck out is a strong word to use in that sense-"

"Sure as hell is currently the right word-"

"There's other words-"

"Struck out is as good as it comes." Carrie said to him and he took the beer from the tender and sighed, before taking a long sip. She watched him for a moment, biting the inside of her lip and then glanced back at her empty shot glass.

She was just punchy, she wasn't in the best of moods, and James Douglass was beginning to grow on her in ways she hadn't expected nor entirely wanted. And her mind was trying to ignore it.

"Why haven't you been coming recently?" Dougie asked her as he casually sipped on his beer, eyes wandering out to the dance floor and then back to her, before grinning wide, "Hambone's been missing ya." Carrie sighed and then stood up straighter and pushed her hair behind her ears and glanced at him.

"Personal choice." she said and then shrugged as she looked out towards the dance floor again, "You missing me, too? You seemed real tangled up with those guys over there. Surprised you came over to say hello." She raised a brow at him and he shrugged her off. Watching him, she then turned, only to be stopped by his arm jutting out.

"Where you going?"

"Just taking a lap around," she said with a shrug, "talk to some people I haven't seen before, ya know, get eyes on everyone." He watched her, a mixture of adornment it seemed and surprise, as she straightened her jacket and then looked at him.

"Everything look good?" she asked him, holding out her arms like she was about to go off on her first day at school and wanted her uniform in check. Dougie held her gaze for a moment before he let his eyes wash down her form and then back up to her face again. Carrie watched him, her collar turning hot as he took a slow sip and let his eyes rest on hers again, that lazy smile growing on his face as he nodded.

"Good is a strong word-"

"Dougie, don't you dare." Carrie muttered, a small smile growing on her face as she shoved at his shoulder, and repositioned herself, hands on her hips and sighed, "Seriously." For a moment, they just watched each other and it should've felt awkward, but in all actuality - it wasn't. And knowing that he was looking at her that fondly almost made her want to stay and talk to him more. But she wasn't like that it seemed.

"You look great," Dougie said, his voice strained as he nodded, "don't let none of those fools do anything funny, alright?" Now, it was Carrie's turn to let out a laugh and raise her brow.

"Since when did you care?" she asked quickly, crossing her arms, "'Cause three weeks ago, I had that stupid radio operator from the 418th practically down my throat and you barely batted an eye." A few onlookers glanced towards the two and it took Carrie a few moments to recognize how loud she had gotten and suddenly emotional in her words. And why did she care if Dougie had barely batted an eye? He shouldn't have needed to. They weren't technically even friends, just a joke or two here and there, some teasing and good-natured tomfoolery, but nothing more. Why did she care that he should care? Carrie sighed. Dougie looked up at her with those big, slightly worried eyes and bit back his lip before nodding.

"Well, now that you've made me aware of that, maybe I will bat an eye next time." Dougie said, looking up at her as his fingers danced against the cool mug of beer, "Who the hell was it?" Carrie stared at him and then blinked slowly.

"It doesn't matter-"

"That's why you didn't come-"

"Dougie-"

"Because he had-"

"Dougie." Carrie said, stepping closer to him, and holding his gaze right in her own, her hand ghosting over his arm as if to latch onto him, but failing to do so, "Let it go. It's over now."

"You brought it up." Dougie said back quickly, but she stopped him with a shake of the head. But then she stood quiet for a moment and let her thoughts grow. She had brought it up. Almost as if she had wanted him to know. Because no one had known. Because she'd been embarrassed that she let herself think that maybe that was a good guy, someone she could live a life with and all he had wanted was a kiss. It was a stupid thought.

"Who was it, Carrie, seriously?" Dougie asked her as she balled up her fists and looked anywhere but his face, which she knew had a look on it that would make her lose it, "A guy from the 418th, huh? He ever heard about a thing called messing with the bull, you damn well be getting the horns-"

"Shh, keep your voice down!" Carrie muttered, bringing a finger in front of her mouth and looking at him with wide eyes, "He was just some jackass that thought I was there to have a good time and that was it." Dougie grew quiet as he watched her. Whatever it was between them seemed to simmer and they both seemed to understand in that minute what she meant. But she wouldn't dare actually say why she had even bothered kissing the guy, or why Dougie was looking at her like that.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Dougie said, his voice softer than it normally was, that look in his eye deeper and darker, "I know a guy-"

"No." Carrie said, her cheeks scarlet, "It was just a stupid kiss, that's it. It's over. I just….I was trying to avoid the situation again and…." She trailed off. She was over talking about it to be completely honest. She looked up at him.

"I'm fine." she said with an honest nod, "Thank you for your…..concern." Dougie watched her, with a slow nod and licked his lips, like he was still digesting her words in their entirety. He didn't say much, he just watched her and she didn't entirely want to complain about that because for one, his eyes were some of the kindness she'd probably seen on this side of the world. And for once, they were eyes that looked at her in a way other guys didn't.

"Just…go have some fun," Dougie said quietly, "give me a look if a guy does something stupid, alright?" And she nodded and looked up at him, as he smiled softly at her, his eyes darting over her own endless blue ones, an abyss of dampened sea and darkened souls. Lost and harrowing. He leaned forward a bit and lowered his voice.

"Don't strike out." he said with a small chuckle and she looked up at him and brought her pointer finger underneath his chin and prodded him lightly to meet her gaze, before whispering back just as quietly.

"Bergie doesn't strike out."

[fandomfluffandfuck]

The new Sammy song!!! Wait!! You're SO RIGHT? How are you so right!??

related to this

Maybe he works in finance Maybe he works that freelance Nobody really knows But the man can get down low Tell ya' he could really dance Mysterious background He shows up and they gather round The way that he can move Yeah the way the man can groove Really it's world-renowned (lt is world-renowned) What a hero what a specimen Ooh, that's him over there With the great tie and the great hair He's a vision he's a miracle He looks great when he's on camera (Ahh) Then as soon as word gets 'round that he's in town He's on a flight He's one disco-dancing fool I'm talking about cool-Doug, at night Low-key guy, kinda withdrawn But when the sun goes down it's game on And he can (Do the hustle, full commit, two backflips into a split) Going to the break of dawn So in touch with his emotions Donates every year to NPR He's a day job superstar He's a fine upstanding family man He's somebody's favorite son-in-law (Ahh) Buying the whole bar a drink and breaking up a fight He's one disco-dancing fool I'm talking about cool-Doug at night Everybody play it cool Here comes cool-Doug at night 9 to 5 it's been a real long week Blazer jacket, he's so chic Most happening place in town Is watching my man cool-Doug get down 9 to 5 it's been a real long week Blazer jacket, he's so chic Most happening place in town Is watching my man cool-Doug get down He's the paradigm of neighbourliness Men and women see him and they sigh (What a laid-back, stand-up guy) He's the patron saint of polyester Khakis and a polo at the bar (Ahh) He's a show-stopping, white-collar beacon of light He's one disco-dancing fool l'm talking about cool-Doug at night He's the legend of the happy hour, man is outta sight Everybody play it cool here comes cool-Doug at night

I'm so glad you think I'm right, that way, I'm not the only one. Because, truly, how could this not be about Chris? Mr. Moviestar, who's also so, just, next-door-neighbor, Boston-boy-with-his-dog handsome? You know?

He's a problem!

I mean...

"What a hero what a specimen / Ooh, that's him over there / With the great tie and the great hair / He's a vision he's a miracle / He looks great when he's on camera"

"(Do the hustle, full commit, two backflips into a split)"

"So in touch with his emotions"

gifs by @/chandlerbingss

"He's the paradigm of neighbourliness"

"Men and women see him and they sigh"

very amusing that I can't find the original tumblr post, just a reddit screenshot that I will, in turn, re-repost

Yeahhhh 😮‍💨

[treethankyou]

greendale seven supporting a friend on their period!

this came to me while i was suffering so i had to turn that pain into this! this is not meant to be gender specific but it is specific to those of us who have periods. also i’m sorry for not including Pierce but i honestly just couldn’t be bothered to write for him 🤷‍♀️ i apologize for my poor grammar, writing has never been my strong suit. well anyways, i hope this is alright and ya enjoy!

pairing: gn (period having) reader & greendale 7

warnings: mentions of periods, poor grammar (sorry i have no excuse!)

word count: a lot (~1600)

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Jeff

now don’t get me wrong Jeff is a mature, grown man

…who is also a bit of a weenie LMAO

upon finding out you’re on your period he’s a little uncomfortable but represses any visual tell of that fact

regardless of the fact that he has a similar mindset about periods to that of a teenage boy, he still cares…discreetly

he’s got a reputation to protect here!

he makes sure to go easy on you when it’s clear you’re not feeling well

lowkey scolds anyone who doesn’t get the memo

suggests to get froyo so you’re able to get some sugar to make ya feel better

he knows that light exercise helps with cramping and him being the health nut he is he offers to go on walks with you

never acknowledges that he does any of this to help you feel better but it’s more obvious than he thinks it is

aloof big brother x100

“Hey Jeff…” you say after taking a bite of froyo. “I just wanted to say thank you for taking me here for…thinking of me. It means a lot.”

He spares you a small smile across the table. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted froyo.” You know him well enough to know that’s not the truth but you also know that if you say something about he will feel embarrassed and deny it. So you say nothing, making a mental note to discreetly pay back the favor sometime.

Britta

she is totally big on no period shame

never makes you feel weird about being on your period, in fact she encourages you to talk plainly about it

you know, defeat the stigma!

has loose pain pills in her purse she’ll offer you when the pain gets bad

may accidentally offer you a…recreational pill LMAO

has tampons only sorry to the pad supremacists

if anyone is going too rough on you when you’re feeling crappy she absolutely will step in and tell them to lay off

keeps a travel heating pad in her car and has lend it to you on multiple occasions

she’s overall a great friend and never fails to prove it <3

“Oh sweetie…” Britta starts as she looks at your slumped over figure, head parked face down on the table. “My everything hurts.” You mumble against the wood.

Without another word Britta turns on her heel to grab her portable heating pad. Soon she returns and hands you the heating pad, patting your head as you sit back up. “You’re the best Britta.” You gratefully smile up at her, leaning your weight into her side. She smiles and squeezes you in a side hug. “Anytime buddy, anytime.”

Abed

remember in season 2 when it’s revealed that Abed charted the girls’ periods?

…yeah me too.

sorry babes but you’re also totally on that chart

this man carries both pads and chocolate in his bag (designated pockets for each!) just in case any of his lady friends and period having pals need either

there was a point in time where he was curious about what periods were like and absolutely researched the hell out of the topic

is now a certified period expert

because of that he doesn’t use euphemisms to refer to periods, absolutely uses the medical terms

invites you over for movie night in which y’all watch all your faves and sappy comfort movies

Tears slip down your face as “A Simple Life” plays in the background, Carl and Ellies life together flashing on the screen. Abed silently observes you from his position on the couch, handing you a box of tissues as soon as he notices the tears.

You nod gratefully, taking the box in your hands and wiping away the remaining tears. “Abed?” you ask. He looks back to you quizzically, waiting for you to continue. “You really don’t have to do this, I know only watching my favorite movies is a bit boring so…Thank you.” He comfortingly pats your knee before saying, “”You and me, we are in a club now”. We’re friends and if that means being here with you, I’ll do it anytime.” Let’s just say you cried a little more at that.

Shirley

quite coy when it comes to talking about periods not too big a deal though

but when she sees you’re suffering—

mother hen mode: activated

asking all of the questions to see how you’re doing

see Shirley knows you’re grown and can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from paying a little more attention to you when you’re on your period

bakes all the chocolate goods

and they are amazing you honestly could cry

has pain killers and tampons in case of emergency

she is actually so sweet to you (which is nothing new but it’s more noticeable during this time)

if the symptoms are really intense she absolutely prays for you (lowkey worried that you are being tormented by the devil LMAO)

This week has been booty and today sealed the deal. The abdominal pain has been astronomical and you honestly felt like you were going to keel over at any moment.

Sluggishly you made your way out of the library, getting barely a few steps out the door before you heard Shirley call out to you. “Hey Shirley what’s u—“ before you could finish your sentence you’re cut off by Shirley shoving a box in your hands. A box full of brownies, cookies, and chocolate covered strawberries. You look back up to her face shocked and touched beyond belief.

“I noticed this week has been tough for you and I wanted to remind you that someone’s in your corner. I hope this helps you feel better sweetie.” She smiles sweetly and you can’t help but tear up. Thanking her profusely you give her a tight hug before making your way home, excited to devour your delicious gift.

Annie

absolutely made a code word to notify each other when either of you get your period

it’s something absolutely ridiculous like “i’m hungry for blueberry muffins”

very much embarrassed when talking about periods, hushed whispers and euphemisms out the wazoo

carries literally everything that one could need for a period emergency

pain killers, portable heating pad, pads and tampons of every kind

if you ever need any of the aforementioned items she will literally sprint across campus to get them to you if need be

low key treats you like the younger sibling she never got (being the youngest in her family and in the study group she is trilled) it only intensifies when you’re on your period

“Ok so! I have ibuprofen, tylenol, advil, tums—“ you cut her off with a small laugh and shake of your head. “Annie I’m fine! It’s barely a headache. Worst comes to worst I’ll just sit in a dark and quite room for a while.”

As soon as the words left your mouth another sharp pain shoots through your head, you visibly cringe at the sensation. She eyes you nervously, clearly still concerned about your well-being. “Ok dark room, I can do that!” She exclaimed, the volume causing you to wince a little. She quickly hops up out of her seat and shuts off the lights to the study room. She then shrugs off her sweater and folds it into a small pillow, placing it on the table in front of you. “You should sleep for a bit, use this. Don’t worry I won’t let anyone disturb you.”

Before you can protest she runs out of the room and closes the doors. You smile and shake your head at her antics, reminding yourself to thank her later. You silently take her advice, falling into a nice sleep in the silence of the study room guarded by your beloved neurotic chosen sister.

Troy

we all know this man is a himbo

clueless to the max

all he knows is that periods suck and cause a lot of pain and bleeding (that’s actually so scary to him LMAO)

after finding this out Britta gives him the run down with Abed chiming in now and then…he’s mortified LOL

has totally used Abeds chart before

knowing about when it occurs, he is a total sweetheart when you’re on your period

compliments you more (albeit a bit clumsily) to make sure you feel good about yourself during this time

carries an extra water bottle around to make sure you are hydrated to avoid headaches

You’re making popcorn in the kitchen for the movie night you’re spending with Abed, Annie, and Troy when negativity creeps up on you. You feel like crap, physically and mentally. You’re irritable, sad, and tired all at the same time and this shift in behavior does not go unnoticed. You had been snippy all day due to how terrible you felt and you even snapped at your friends. And now you felt worse with the guilt of that encounter eating at you.

As you ruminate on those thoughts you feel a presence behind you. You don’t get the chance to turn around before you feel arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug. You look to the hands of who is holding you and realize it’s Troy, though you could have guessed that based on the action alone. You relax, leaning your weight into his front and letting his warmth wash over you. His presence alone sweeps away the cloud of negativity previously plaguing you.

After a while he releases his hold on you and moves to deal with the popcorn, shooting you a caring smile as he does so. Before he can exit the kitchen you place a hand on his shoulder and whisper a small thank you. “That’s what friends are for. Besides, I like hugs.” He grins and you can’t help but return it. You follow him back to the tv room, settling down to continue your marathon surrounded by your loved ones.

[annymation]

Hi Anny!! Got a writing prompt for ya!

So I’ve been seeing your little snippets of the KOW! Swapped AU between Star!Asha and Human!Aster, and they’re all soo cute X33

But now I’m wondering, what would the “At All Costs” scene look like? Or whatever song you swapped for AAC.

Would it be Aster who goes somewhere else private to practice his music? Would it be Asha who’s encouraged by their friends to confess to Aster? How does Aster react? How does Asha handle confessing?

Imagine the 7 (or 6 in this scenario) teens in the background being like: “JUST KISS THAT BOY ALREADY-!!”

Like I said in my original post about the AUs here:

Asha would sing "You Chose Me" from the musical "Breathe" as I think it fits her bubbly and happy personality very well. Now as for how a scene of them would play out, let's see...

After a lot of encouragement from the seven teens, Asha finally makes her way through the woods, following the sound of Aster's music. She finds him standing near a river, with his mandolin strapped on his shoulder, as he practices the magic she has given him.

(As I write this I realize that whole scene in KOW when Asha and Aster are hiding and Asha draws clones of themselves would have to change... Cause drawing is relatively silent, but playing music ain't lol so I guess Human!Aster's approach would be different, in this moment that is about him showing his growth... Maybe something more about him not being afraid to be loud and clear...)

Aster is trying to sing and hit a high note as loud as he can, by doing so he creates sound waves that make the water of the river tremble, but it's not enough, it wouldn't be strong enough to, let's say, knock someone out of balance for example, he gotta try harder.

Aster was so focused on his high note he didn't notice the light coming from behind him, till he feels a finger tap on his shoulder. He stops playing and turns around quickly

"AH- Oh hey Asha" the human didn't quite notice how nervous Asha seemed, like she was anxious to tell him something "Did Simon finish his dinner? We're good to go?"

"Umm yeah, everyone's ready, but- well... I wanted to ask you something first..." Asha can practically feel the 7 teens staring at them behind some bushes, waiting to see her confess... But instead Asha blurted out "Whatcha doing?" she asked awkwardly

"Just trying something different. I wondered if I could cause a sound wave strong and loud enough to be more destructive ya know... But no matter what I feel like my voice is like, stuck in my throat, ya know? Like it should be louder, but I'm holding back, even though I want to let it all out..." He explained with a pondering gaze on the mandolin

"... It takes time to find your voice, but I think the power you already have inside is more than enough to defeat them" The star smiled warmly as she spoke from her heart

"Let's hope. But yeah, what I can do is already pretty great, like, check this out" Aster plays a fast paced melody, and suddenly, the strings of his mandolin start to burn and he creates a fireball "I can make fire! That oughta be useful, right?" They try holding the fireball... It is- "HOT!" He exclaims as he throws the spell in the river "... Ya know, on second thought, maybe I'm not ready to go to the castle yet, maybe we should leave the plan for tomorrow or-"

"I know we'll win." Asha reassures him "You got a lot more power than you think, and that goes way beyond my magic"

Aster smiles and feels his cheeks getting warmer "Heheh thanks. I guess I'm just nervous cause'... Well, everything HAS to go according to plan"

"And what if it doesn't?" Asha tilts her head with a knowing smile

"Then Queen Amable kills us, I guess, or throws us in the dungeon to be her hubby's little lab rats" He shrugs, finding the outcome quite obvious

"... I don't know if things will go according to plan, but..." Asha holds both his hands, looking at him in the eyes with a radiant and optimistic smile that could make any shred of doubt fade away "As long as you follow your heart, you'll find a way... That's what made you wish upon me in the first place, right?" Asha giggled

Aster looks at her fondly, she's like the embodiment of hope...

"OH MY GOD- JUST KISS THE B-" Hal yelled from the bushes, to which Asha used her magic to make a wall of trees in front of the 7 hidden teens to hide them

"What was tha-"

"NOTHING!" Asha blurted out nervously

"Maybe the others are calling us, we should go" Aster begins to walk towards the trail that leads to their camp. But then, he feels her warm hand holding his wrist

"A-Aster wait!" Her voice shakes as she holds him, he looks back at her confused, so she tries her best to explain "I just... I think I discovered something new about how I feel about you... Well your friends did, but that's not the point" She mumbled the last part to herself "And I have so much I wanna tell you, but I don't know how to even start..." Then, Asha glances at Aster's mandolin for a moment, and that gives her idea "... Maybe I could try speaking your language... Can you give me a tune?" She asks with a soft smile

Aster is not quite sure where this is going, he raises an eyebrow at the request but complies "Uuuh sure ok" He starts to play a simple melody

And we get the song "You Chose Me"

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I SPENT THE WHOLE AFTERNOON WRITING THIS LMAO @flicklikesstuff YOU BETTER APPRECIATE IT- just kidding, I had fun, but man, everytime these two are cute together I just covered my face blushing and giggling, kicking my feet, theyre so precious I cant hhidhefheljehbgfhhe

[bigdsgirl]

hello, yes I am here and I am revved up. let's do episode 8:

Restarting where MIL beats down evil mom - pure bliss

"blatant favoritism to your child" -- okay pot meet kettle

HA SHE CALLED HER OUT!

I hate him I hate him I hate him - "as a family"

Me: I wonder if they are going to follow the webtoon, *sees the bar scene* oh yessssss

The dad making dinner to resolve things - oh sweet summer child

This man thinks he's so slick, when all they are doing is outing that he, evil mom and Yoo Ra are working together.

WAIT HE HAS FOOTAGE. OH MY--

Are you suggesting we watch it as a family? YES GRAB THE POPCORN

cAlled out - "it was 20 years ago" oh NOW HE WANNA SWEEP IT

I am personally not a fan of the "we told you to stop fighting" - seriously, one is EGGING THE OTHER ON.

Chairwoman said "we are doing this, old school" *succession theme song plays*

"I don't want to stress him out" - my ANGEL

the way he slightly opens the door to let her know that he's home GOOD BYE

THE HUG. THE SAFE SPACE.

he needs to make sure she eats I am losing it

"let's leave it alone" - yeah because we know who did it and it will make you even worse

I love Do Guk just beat down the ex -- truly brings me joy on this glorious Sunday

HAHAHAHH HE HAS THE FOOTAGE - threaten his ass

Turn in Yoo Ra - oh boy you are speaking my language

"when you mess with my wife" that's right, keep my wife's name out of your mouth!!!!!

Yi Joo - take those gloves off and slap them silly

the literal "oh the water tastes great" - nailed them heheheheh

Wait. Wait - they are eating together??? oh oh oh

Yi Joo in the stripped shirt is so effortless and gah i love her she is gorgeous

Jamie babe, please just say it (for those that's don't know please ignore)

AS FRIENDS *sobs*

wait! wait! what dish does she want to learn! is it for Do Guk?? PLS SAY YES.

The burn the burn yes, let's talk about it.

Love the massage chair moment - iconic

ohmy god is the food for the chairwoman??? IM CRYING she just wants a FAMILY

"the meals that Do Guk makes are so good I want more" - YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

oh the cut to a previous conversation, here we go. oh this is why she asked Yi Joo. and oh my gklajgfdkjag

"I spent my life building homes for other people. But I couldn't do it for my grandson" oh my GOD i am sOBBING

the JEAN SKIRT, Yi Joo I am just a baby bi, please don't do this to meeeeee *dies*

oh my god my heart is shattering - "Yi Joo is alive" the fact that she says that just makes me want to burn the world for her

ARSENIC??????? Oh I am ready to go to war; this is just awful.

Auntie is a spy and I love that for her. She is a blessing, I am so happy Yi Joo had someone in her corner, even if it was such a short period of time.

oh hey look. an article about a FIRE, HUH?

HOSTILE TAKE OVER LFGGGGGG!!!!!!!! Grandpa, you get +2 points

failed acquisition! yeet! truly music to my ears

Do Guk that shirt looks sooooooo good with your hair

BRO STOP PROTECTING YOO RA

HAHAHAH DO GUK JUST LOVES DROPPING THE MIC

sir - listen to your advisor, i bet you all my dollars she's right and you should be careful

oh here we go, i love this for the ex; get what is due. You deserve to feel like shit for eternity!

"order for me" babe, that's not enough

uh oh uh oh little sister is is bring troubleeeee

DO NA!!! I would do anything for this woman. her and Yi Joo have my heart

the rock music in the background, truly a baddie!!!!

YOO RA THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOUUUUUU -- too little to late good sir

"You volunteered to do this" oh this is sweet and I can't wait to see everything explode for all these shitty people (including you Yoo Ra hehehehe)

Oh we are getting the full apology here. hmm. hmm. still don't accept :) go to hell ya turn. AND YI JOO DESTROYED HIM - "these are my terms" - yes queen.

The board meeting; stupid men. And Do Guk; he game with RECEIPTS.

I just love this power couple so much. they are the light of my life.

this is me rn:

more important public opinion??? I knew it was going to be a serious about the construction work, but a tiny part of me was hoping for a photo of Yi Joo like:

again keep my wifes name out of your mf-ing mouth

Yoo Ra - the first thing you need to learn about revenge, you have to take care of your minions. this is very important

MIL THAT OUTFIT HOLY SHIT, she did not come to play

"please do not call me that, it's unpleasant" - I am WHEEEEZING

babe, Yoo Ra, you cannot say "he's the first guy I liked im sorry, i just went a little 🤪crazy 🤪" that will not work

oh ew, bringing business into this??? oh ma'am. oh now he's sick. hmm. HMMMM. I wonder why.

oh the "is it upsetting you?" MIL you are an angel and I thank you for caring for our Yi Joo.

hell yeah! throw the pills on the floor! someone grab them!

stonks are plummeting! ohhhhh noooooooo

aw shit the conservatorship oh nice, bribery. f u mister lawyer.

oh evil mom is scheming too - it's about to get spicyyyyy. oh no she gave him like.... 6 pills. oh that's not good.

OH YES YES YES ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now I can seeeeeeeeeeeeee my HALLOOOOOOOO

oh fuck that trailer is FIRE LETSS GOOO! (I spy a HUG!!!)

[musewritingsforyou]

The Void

Summary: The pack races to save a girl from her own father

Warnings: swearing, blood, guns

Word Count: 4.3k

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Episode Two: Part Two

y/n Pov

Stiles and I were reluctant to give away what we knew about where the twins had been hiding. We haven't really found out on purpose, it just sort of happened when we were driving around one day. We saw the twins' bikes outside Derek's apartment. And then we drove by on purpose… more than once. The bikes were always there.

Stiles slid open the door to the large and simple apartment. For the amount of people that love there and come in and out, you would think it would have more stuff in it. Lydia walked down the steps first, scanning the room when she got to the bottom.

“They said they would meet us here.” Stiles and I stepped down to both of her sides. We didn't even have a moment to react before two shadows reached out from behind the doors, barely visible. 

“Jesus! Scott, are you okay?” I called out when I saw that they had rushed him, punching him square in the jaw. Before he had a change ro respond they threw him in our direction, stiles pulling me to the side before he hit the ground. There was nothing we could do but watch helplessly as they beat him. As cocky as the three of us can get- especially when put together- we know we could never match the strength of a werewolf. When Scott was thrown against a wall for a second time I reached out on impulse and grabbed Stiles' arm. 

“Stiles.” I pleaded but he shook his head and winced as Scott got hit again and again.

“Stiles, please!” I said, begging him now, tugging on his arm. Still we did nothing. 

Scott dropped to the ground, curled up on his side. There was blood dripping out of his mouth, sputtering in bubbles when he winced. He opened his mouth to let out a cough before speaking. 

“I thought you guys were going to teach me how to roar.” he had to spit blood out of his mouth after speaking. 

The twins were hovering over him, giving him a merciful break from the hits. “We are. You do it by giving in.” Ethan spoke and Aiden continued, “giving in and letting go. That's how deucalion taught us control.”

Lydia flinched as Ethan leaned down and grabbed the collar of Scotts shirt, hauling him upright with barely any effort. I tugged on Stiles’ arm again, and this time he spoke.

“Hey you know, it's funny. I've actually tried something like this on him before. Except I used a lacrosse ball and a heart monitor instead of… ya know, my fists.” he grimaced and shuffled on his feet. “But you're right, beating the living shit out of him is probably better.”

Scott shared a look with Stiles before turning his attention back to the twins. “That's actually the plan?” he asked, “you kick my ass?” the boys nodded before responding.

“You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you.” 

I scoffed a little, “Sure yeah, seems like a great plan you've got going.” 

They started to taunt Scott. Flashing their eyes at him and circling him like predators as he bent in half from the pain. I tried to step forward but was stopped by a hand on my arm. 

“You’ll only make it worse.” Lydia said to me, holding herself with her other arm. 

They were pushing him back and forth so quickly it was making me dizzy, throwing and pushing and taunting him, over and over and over again. Finally there was a light in Scott's eye. He swung. But just as quickly as he had recovered, they were on him again, two punches for every move he made. Scott was back on the ground with Aiden standing above him.

“You need to become the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of!” Scott got to his knees and swung again but it was too slow, too sluggish. He was just pushed to the ground again.

“Stiles I don't know how much more of this he can take.” I said, turning to him, “he can't turn right now, he isn't healing like he should be.” Stiles looked at me and nodded. In the background Scott was on his knees on the floor, coughing blood in large drops. 

“I know, I know.” Stiles said, chewing on a thumb. “Fight back Scott, come on.” 

“What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?” Scott was staring at the floor, blood covering his mouth. He was shaking just with the effort of not fully collapsing to the floor. After the twins responded there was a moment of silence. Scott looked to the floor and took a deep breath before forcing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood off his mouth crudely before charging at the twins. I had to look away.

“Stiles, this has to stop!” I said into his shoulder. He was shielding me from it, trying not to let me look. But I could hear punch after punch after punch. The sound of the blood hitting the ground. Still holding my head to his shoulder, Stiles extended a hand and shouted to them. 

“Enough!” he paused, looking over at Ethan. “You need to stop him!” Ethan walked over to his brother and grabbed his hand mid punch. 

“What? I thought we were helping him.” his brother paused.

“You help too much.” there was an unspoken message in his eyes, a conversation between the two of them that the rest of us were not privy to. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that this was over. It was done. And none of us were any better for it. 

Stiles, Lydia and I slowly approached the table where Scott was laying on his back, still covered in blood. He turned his head to the side and spit out a glob of blood. Stiles nearly puked. I continued walking until I was at his head, slowly taking a hand and placing it under his skull.

“Scott?” I asked quietly. His eyes were open but not looking at me. “Scott, are you okay? Can you hear me?” he nodded slightly. “Okay, good.” I looked over my shoulder at Stiles who was leaning against a wooden post with his hands over his face. Lydia was still standing beside me. “Hey Lydia?” She stepped closer and I turned my head to look at her. “Would you mind standing right where I am for a minute? Just keep your hand right here-” I placed hers over mine behind Scott's head, “and don't move for a minute, okay?” I slipped my hand out from under her's and waited for her to shift positions.

I gently removed Stile's hands from his face. His eyes were a little bloodshot. “ We need to get him to the jeep, and I need to assess him a little.” Stiles nodded. “I'm worried he might have a concussion, I really don't know how fast he's healing right now.” Stiles nodded again and I placed my hands on his arms. 

“Was that a really dumb thing that I just had him do?” he asked me, glancing over my shoulder to Scott and the twins at the far end of the room. 

“You were just trying to help, Stiles. He’ll be just fine.”

“And Malia?” he said, eyes widening, “what if he can't do it? What if he can't turn her back?” 

“Then we will figure something else out, find someone else to do it.” I rubbed both of his arms as he heaved a sigh. 

“Come on, it's late and we need to drive him home.” Stiles nodded. 

“He’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah” I sighed “we’ll all be fine.”

~~~~~~

y/n POV

Eventually with the help of the twins we managed to get Scott into the jeep. At first we insisted we didn't need or want their help, but logistically we just couldn't make it work. After I cleaned the blood off and made sure he wasn't about to pass out we all decided that he was probably healing fast enough for it to be fine. I still insisted we drive him home. 

Stiles and I drove back to his place in silence. We were both so tired. And yet somehow I couldn't imagine sleeping. When we pulled in his dad was sitting on the couch, badge and gun on the table in front of him, some old cop show on the TV. He barely looked up as we walked in the door.

“Hey kids.”

“Hey dad,” Stiles said quietly, heading right for the stairs. 

“Woah, woah woah. Hang on a second” Stiles sighed and swung back down, throwing himself into a recliner by the couch. I perched myself on the arm and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Where were you two all day? I thought I would have seen you hours ago.” 

Stiles and I shared a glance before he responded. “Oh just, uh, trying to figure things out for Malia, you know.” 

“Malia the coyote?” 

“Werecoyote. But yeah, her.” The sheriff sighed and finally turned his head. “Hang on. Why do you-” he pointed at me, “have blood all over your sleeves?” 

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. I didn't even know I had gotten blood on me. 

“Dad listen-”

“No no no, don't ‘listen’ me. If something happened you've got to tell me, it's the only way I can help!” He got up from his chair and squatted in front of the both of us. “Now, I know you've been tired and there are some not so normal things going on right now but-” he placed a hand on his son's knee, “you can tell me anything, both of you.” 

“I know, dad. I know. We were trying something out, something we thought would help Scott. It didn't help him, he got a little hurt. Just a few scratches I swear, he'll be fine by morning.” The sheriff then turned his gaze to me.

“Is he telling me the truth?” 

“As much of it as usual.” I replied.

The sheriff sighed again and rubbed his head, but moved back over the couch and sat down. “Alright then, good enough for me.” 

Stiles and I got up and he took my hand as he led me up the stairs. Before we got to the top we heard his dad call out from downstairs.

“Get some sleep tonight. And no funny business.” 

Stiles and I laughed, sharing a look before heading into his room. We went about our usual routine, closing the blinds, brushing our teeth. When I slid beneath the blue and white comforter a breath released from me. I spread out for a moment, taking up every inch of the bed before Stiles stepped in the room. He sat on the edge and pulled off his shirt and sweatpants. 

“Move over, starfish.” I rolled my eyes, but moved to the side so he could get in. I was only on the other side for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the hem of my shorts, dragging me by the waistband to his side. 

I nestled into him, resting my head on his warm chest and throwing my leg between his. He brushed a soft kiss to my head, running his hand in circles over my back. We stayed like that for a minute, just feeling each other until he stopped the movement on my back.

“What?” I looked up at him as he asked me. 

“What do you mean, what?” I asked. 

“Somethings wrong I can feel it. You're not falling asleep and your shoulders are all tense like you're thinking about something that's bothering you.” 

I hadn't even known I was doing that. “I don't know. I mean- I just-” I huffed and continued, “there’s a girl in there, Stiles. A young girl who got trapped in that body. Not only do we have no idea what she's going to be like if we get her out, but we don't even know if we can get her out.” I moved my head to look at him. “What happens if we fail? I can't be the cause of some poor girl's death.” 

Stiles looked at me for a minute, thinking. He resumed the movements on my back just as he opened his mouth to speak. “First of all, even if we fail, that doesn't mean she dies. And even if she died that in no way means it was your fault”

“I-” he cut me off before I could start

“Nope, you can't argue this one. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask for this, and we are only trying to help.” he moved his hand to my hip and squeezed. “We are going to figure this out, y/n/n. We are going to make it work.” I didn't respond

“So we make it work. Then what? What about you, what about Scott and Allison?” 

“We find Derek, we find a way to close the door. One step at a time okay?” 

I relented. Mostly from pure exhaustion.

“Hey.”

“What?” I whispered back 

“I love you.” He smiled sleepily at me and I returned it quickly. 

“I love you too mischief” 

~~~~~~~

Stiles POV

I don't remember if I slept. I never seem to these days anyway. When I finally decided it was morning I let y/n sleep for another hour while I lay there, head twisting around itself. If something goes wrong today, if one of us doesn't do our part, a girl could end up dead. 

I lightly shook y/n awake. She mumbled incoherently and nuzzled further into my chest. 

“Hey.” I whispered, moving the hair out of her face. 

“No thanks” she whispered back. 

I laughed and turned over, leaving her alone in the center of the bed as I slipped out on the other side. She groaned for a little while but eventually sat up, the night shirt I gave her riding up over her stomach. 

“Is it really time to go already?” 

I nodded, throwing on a shirt from my chair. “We want to get out there early, before the joggers go out. If he actually put traps around someone could get hurt.” 

She siged and rubbed her brows, “we could get hurt” 

“Yeah, we could” 

She got out of bed anyways. 

Our plan was to all meet up in the middle of the trail behind the highschool. We were hoping that as early as it was there wouldn't be any joggers on the path just yet. The sun was barely up. Scott, Issac, Allison, and Lydia had already made it to the halfway point when we arrived at the parking spot. The dew was still fresh, goosebumps raising on my skin as we started to walk. 

“Took you long enough.” Issac called out when we got into sight.

“Someone was a little hard to get out of bed.” I said, rolling my eyes in his direction. y/n took a long swig out of the coffee mug in her hand and shrugged. 

“I still think this is a bad idea.” 

Allison was standing quietly beside Issac, chewing on her cheek. Lydia and y/n had a silent conversation with their eyes before walking over to her, each girl standing at her opposite shoulder. Lydia looked around and shook her head slightly.

“Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?” 

Scott turned to her in seconds. “We are trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter.”

“Actually, we are trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote. Who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change-” 

“Do you ever think before speaking?” y/n gave him a stare I did not envy. He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

“Did you bring it?” Scott asked Allison. She had stopped chewing on her cheek, the girls at her sides steading her. Allison reached put a hand behind Lydia to open her trunk, pulling the rifle out smoothly. I flinched a little. The girl still kind of scares me. She finally put the gun down at her side, still too close for my comfort. 

After Allison pulled out the rifle form her trunk we all split off into groups to look for the coyote as well as the traps set by her father. y/n and I were sent on the walking path, doing a full circle as far as we could until either we find her, or someone else does. It would have been a nice romantic walk if it weren't for the whole, ‘looking for a murderous creature’ thing going on. 

We had only been walking for a few minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was still so on edge that it made me jump and look around before I realized what it was. 

“It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about that doll?” I asked my dad over the phone, speaking loud enough that y/n could piece together the information. 

“I don't know, but listen to me, there are traps all over those woods. Near the trails, probably near the crash, and Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods you got that?” 

I stopped fidgeting and looked up from the dirt beneath my feet.

“Stiles?” my dad and y/n asked at the same time. I locked eyes with y/n/n as I responded to him. Everything came together all at once. The crash site, the clothes, her father. The doll. That goddamn doll.

“Its the doll.”

“Stiles?” they both asked again. I hung up the phone, staring at y/n who had taken another step close to me when I stopped responding. I tried to explain to her what I meant, about it being the doll, but we both quickly realized that I actually hadn't put it together as well as I had thought. I kneeled down on the ground to think while she paced back and forth behind me. 

“All right, but why would it go all the way to the school, and then all the way back to the house just for a doll.” I paused shaking my head. “One that was in the crash to begin with. We didn't even find it in the den.”

“So she likes the doll, what do you mean?” she asked me. I didn't really have an answer.

“Yeah, she likes the doll a lot.” 

y/n paused her pacing, stopping directly behind me. I twisted around to look at her.

“What kind of doll was it?” 

“Its a- I don't know- its a doll, you know? Creepy looking, dead soulless eyes?” she sighed behind me. “Actually I took a pic.” I got up to show it to her. She looked at it for a minute, pointing at Malia and then tracing her finger back to the girl beside her. The girl holding the doll. 

“Stiles, she's not holding the doll. Her sister is.”

“I know what she's doing. I know where she’s going.”

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y/n POV

Stiles didnt take the time to explain to me what he was thinking before he picked up his phone again and dialled a number. I resumed by pacing nervously behind him, chewing on my fingernails as I tried to over hear both sides of his conversation. 

“Scott, its me, you need to call me back as soon as you can. It wasnt Malia’s doll, it was her sisters,” 

I stopped paying attention as he began to walk quickly down the path. I followed behind him, trying to keep up the pace with the coffee in my hand. I didn't even notice the metal in the ground in front of me until it was too late.

“The car wreck, she's headed to the car wreck.” 

There was a terrible sound as the metal under my foot groaned. I finally looked down, my heart jumping into my throat. “Stiles?” I called out, my voice shaking.

“yeah” he shoved his phone back into his pocket as he turned around. 

I was holding my breath, staring down at the tap that mercifully hadn't snapped shut on my leg. I watched as his eyes dragged down to where I was looking, finally seeing the glint by my foot. He rushed forward as I started to panic. 

“Stiles!” I wanted to step off. I wanted to jump and run and get out of here. He threw out a hand as he rushed over to me.

“y/n do not move.” 

He was standing right in front of me now, his shoes almost brushing the edge of the trap. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I needed to calm down. I needed to get myself out of this. 

“Look for a warning label.” 

Stiles shook his head at me, confused. “A warning label? Why would they have a warning label on this thing?” 

“Because animals can't read.” I said, closing my eyes again to calm myself. 

Stiles got down on the ground, holding my calf with one hand and placing the other beside the trap on the ground. He was whispering to himself as he searched until finally he found it. He stared and stared at the one spot of color until he finally looked up at me.

“y/n/n we've got a problem.” The sweat dripped down his brow. “I can’t read either.” 

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y/n POV

My breath was shaking. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. that's okay.” Stiles sat back on his heels, rubbing his face in his hands.

“Okay? What do you mean okay? Nothing about this is okay!”  I held out my hand for him to grab.

“Stiles, you need to breathe. We can figure this out.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of my hand to kneel back down on the ground. “You don't need the instructions. When is the last time you ever used instructions, right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with that. So you can figure it out. Just figure it out.” 

He didn't look at me as he wiped the sweat off of his face. I continued to breathe as slow as I could with my eyes closed. I could hear his ruffling the leaves around the trap, running his hands along all it's edges until he stopped. 

“Okay. okay, here we go” My eyes flew open. He was still kneeling on the ground, his hand on something that looked like a little wheel. “You ready?” 

I nodded. “I trust you.” 

“Okay. here we go.” 

In seconds I was off the trap, being pulled into his arms and away from the metal. A gasp made its way out of my lips as I realized I was still fully intact. Stiles arms were wrapped around me, my hands clutching the edge of his sweatshirt. I pressed the side of my cheek against his as we both stared at the now shut trap. Breathing heavily we turned and looked at each other. 

“Lets not do that again, huh?” He said, holding the back of my head. I nodded, mumbling as I dropped my head to his chest. There was a sudden rumbling in the woods. The trees shifted and shook, the air seemed to hum. Until all of a sudden a sound reached us. A howl. Scott.

Stiles looked at me, smiling. “Now that's what i'm talking about.” 

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Stiles POV

Not too long after Scott's call we made it out of the woods. I made y/n jump on my back as we walked. She made fun of me and joked about being heavy, but there was simply no way in hell I was letting her feet touch the ground after all of that. If someones getting their leg stuck in a trap again, it'll be me. At least she could read the warning label. 

We found Scott and the rest of the pack by the cars in the middle of the woods. My dads cruiser was there too, off to the side. No other police cars were there. I could faintly see him over at the back, grabbing his extra jacket and draping it around a girl.

I stopped at stared at y/n. A girl. “It worked.” 

“Oh my god it worked.” she said back. She flung herself back into my arms and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The rest of the pack made their way over to us. Issac's legs were covered in blood, but other than that we were all relatively unscathed. 

“You got her back.” I said to Scott, bumping him on the shoulder. He didn't say anything but just nodded, staring off into the woods behind the police cruiser. y/n, Lydia, and Allison had walked a little ways away, alternating between giggles of joy and raised eyebrows from what I can only assume is the trading of stories from our time in the woods. I walked over to my car, waving a hand at my dad who gave me a smile and a nod. We would be talking about this later I'm sure, but for now, we are alive and so is that girl. A girl who can go home to her father thanks to us. 

y/n stepped into the passenger seat just a few minutes later, leaning her head back against the leather seat and closing her eyes. I looked out the window for a moment, watching everyone else get in their cars and leave. Finally, once everyone else had gone I put the car into reverse. And then I sopped. I sighed and shook my head. 

“What?” y/n opened her eyes to look at me with confusion all over her face- as well as some dirt. 

“Of course now i can fucking read.” 

[lost-walmartbag]

Marjorine x reader pt 5

Playlist: Like the sun

Warning: Swearing

Background: You make a plan to make sure Marjorine is comfortable wearing her dress to school.

Status: ongoing

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'The plan'

"Do we really have to do this?" Stan asked as you worked on the fabric around him.

"Come on, dont be a dick." Kyle said, punching his shoulder causing him to groan.

"I think I look pretty hot." Kenny said, spinning in front of the mirror.

"Yeah, you aren't bad at this Y/N." Cartman said, posing in front of the mirror with Kenny.

You giggled and finished up with Stan and moved him in front of the mirror. He examined himself in the black dress you had quickly made for him.

"Ya know, it doesn't look half bad." He muttered turning around and looking at the back.

"Are you not going to wear a dress?" Kyle asked, looking at you.

"I'm not sure I'm not really into dresses." You say a bit nervously.

"And you think I am?" Stan asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, come on Y/N this is your plan, dont chicken out now." Cartman said, keeping his eyes on the mirror as he flexed in his strapless dress.

"And I'm sure you already have some dresses that fit you." Kenny said, walking over to your closet.

"I do, but I hate how I look in dresses." You mutter, walking over to your closet.

The other guys looked at themselves in your mirror while you and Kenny looked through your closet. Eventually, after another hour, it was around the time Marjorine came over to walk to school with you. You slip into your long white gown and put a sweater and sweats over it.

"Ok we clear on the plan?" You ask the boys.

"Yup got it down dont worry." Kyle said with a thumbs up.

"Ok, she's gonna be here soon, so I'm going to go now. And I know we don't each other that well but please don't fuck this up.'" You said before leaving the room and heading downstairs.

You head out the door where Marjorine was standing about to knock. She was in her long yellow dress. Her blond hair was styled into a pixie cut and had a small bow in it. You smiled, seeing how happy she looked.

"Hey ready to go?" You asked with a nervous smile.

"I guess I'm just really scared." She whispered as you two began your walk. You looked behind you and saw Kenny in the upstairs window giving you a thumbs up.

You turn back to Marjorine and took her hand. "You're gonna do great. You look amazing."

She blushed softly and continued the walk. Once you two got to school, she hesitated stepping inside. You look up at her and give her hand a light squeeze and a small nod.

She takes a deep breath and opens the doors stepping inside. A few people turned, looking at her confused. You can tell it was making her uncomfortable as she made her way to her locker with everyone's eyes on her.

"Isn't that Butters? Why is he wearing a dress?" Someone whispered loud enough for you both to hear.

You looked at Marjorine, who looked like she was close to crying. Before you could do anything, the guys walked inside the school in their dresses you spent all night making. They walked over to you and Marjorine confidently. You let go of Marjorine's hand and take off your sweater, making your long dress drop down your body.

Marjorine looked at all of you in shock as tears flooded her eyes. "Y-you guys..."

"You look good." Kenny said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You deserve to look good everyday." Kyle said softly.

"And if anyone got a problem with it take it up with me." Cartman said looking into the crowd of people staring.

Marjorine cried softly and pulled them into a group hug. "Thank you guys.."

"You're our friend Butters." Stan said softly hugging her back.

She looked up at them with a bright smile. "Its Marjorine. Call me Marjorine."

"I like the sound of that." Kenny said with a flirty smile, making you gently punch his shoulder.

Marjorine giggled and pulled back turning to you. "Thank you so much Y/N I don't know what to say."

"For you, it's nothing." You say with a soft smile. "You deserve to feel like yourself."

She smiled and hugged you kissing the top of your head, making you blush hard. The bell rang causing her to pull away from you, keeping her large smile. You knew eventually you'd have to have a conversation with her about where you two stood in your relationship but none of that mattered when you saw her smile.

A/N: Hey guys thank you so much for reading I'm so sorry if my writing seems a bit out of wack and shorter than usual I'm dealing with a pretty bad ear infection at the time I'm writing this and it's just been having me drained. Ik ik I like barely came back from my break and I'm already making excuses yeah yeah I get it but I'm not kidding when I say I'm bout to pull a Van Gogh and cut my fucking ear off. hopefully, it gets all cleared up by the time this gets posted bc I get super fucking dramatic when I'm sick. Ay but that aint gonna stop me from writing even if I'm going deaf in one ear aint nothing stopping me from giving yall what yall want 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 but enough of that love yall hope you enjoyed reading and yeah love yall 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[nightmareyuki]

Nightmare Ned Reboot Episode 1A (fan-made episode)

I've thought about this for a while after watching the Nightmare Ned TV series, and I decided to write fan-made episodes for a reboot! Keep in mind this takes place in the 21st century so expect references to modern culture and smartphones lol. Keep reading under the cut for the script for episode 1A! :3

Also enjoy this fake screenshot from the episode and a cel! Now, onto the episode!! :3

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Episode 1A:

“Social Media Shenanigans”

(Fade into a view of the outside of Ned’s school. Fade into a view of the outside of Ms. Bundt’s classroom. Fade into a view of the inside of Ms. Bundt’s classroom, where every student was busy writing their essays.)

(Well.. everyone except Ned Needlemeyer, who was quietly watching a trailer for the new Bandit Ricky video game on his smartphone. He has his essay paper blocking the view of his phone, so hopefully his teacher won’t notice. Ms. Bundt has a strict no-phone policy in her classroom. Ned knows this, but he didn’t want to miss the premiere of the new video game trailer.)

(The camera focuses on Ned, watching the trailer eagerly on his phone. Cut to a view of the trailer playing on the phone, with explosions and antics and expressions from Bandit Ricky, a green catcoon with a purple shirt, light purple shorts, glasses, and white toony gloves.)

Ned: (whispers) Yes! Go Bandit Ricky!

(Ned then types a comment on the trailer he just finished watching and quietly giggles. Ms. Bundt notices the giggling from Ned’s desk.)

Ms. Bundt: Ned? What’s going on?

(Ned suddenly goes silent)

Ms. Bundt: sigh Don’t tell me you’re on your phone again… Ned: Yipe! (he then covers his mouth with his hands in shock)

Ms. Bundt: Perhaps you need to speak to the principal about this disruptive behavior. Come with me.

Ned: Yes ma’am…

(He gets up from his desk and walks over to Ms. Bundt, who’s waiting by the door leading to the hallway. Cut to Conrad and Vernon, Ned’s bullies, who are surprised that they actually witnessed Ned getting in trouble for once.) Vernon: Oooh!! Ned’s in trooooubllllle!!

Conrad: Heheh, yeah, this is hilarious! Laughs

Ms. Bundt: Quiet, you two. (Conrad and Vernon look at each other in fear then look forward.)

(Cut to a view of the outside of the principal’s office. Cut to a view of Ned sitting in front of the principal’s desk as the principal speaks to him.)

Principal: Well well, Ned Needlemeyer. Never thought I’d see you in my office again. Oh who am I kidding? Of COURSE I knew you’d show up here again! I’ve had to remind you of our phone policy how many times?? Hmm?? Oh great, I’m about ready to blow another gasket…

(As he’s carrying on, Ned slowly falls asleep, feeling bored out of his mind. Once he’s fully asleep, cue spiral transition into Ned in a dark blue background.)

Ned: (Snores quietly and then slowly wakes up, yawning) Where am I?

(suddenly 0’s and 1’s appear on the walls and floor, illuminating the area) Ned: What’s with these numbers?

(Ned walks down a hallway-type area, with the 1’s and 0’s illuminating the path and area. He comes to a stop at a glowing doorway.)

Ned: What’s this? (He approaches the doorway when he suddenly hears a scream from a distance. It gets louder and Ned looks up.)

(Cut to Bandit Ricky screaming as he falls toward the screen with his mouth open, leading to a maw zoom.)

(Bandit Ricky crashes on top of Ned, who pushes him off.) Ned: Get off me! (pauses and looks up, still sitting on the ground) Wait a minute..

(Ned’s vision is blurred but then focuses on a view of Bandit Ricky, standing in front of him)

Ned: (he gets up on his feet) Bandit Ricky?

Bandit Ricky: That’s me! *giggles* What’s your name, kid?

Ned: Um.. My name is Ned..

Bandit Ricky: Ned?? Why, nice to meet ya, Ned!!

(As Bandit Ricky says this, he shakes Ned’s hand with his gloved hands while Ned is still dazed and somewhat confused.)

Bandit Ricky: You’re wondering where that door leads to?

(Ned nods his head, still dazed.) Bandit Ricky: Well, if you wanna, you can join me in my world! Come help me defeat my nemesis, DarkGloves!

Ned: Um, I dunno… I think I’d rather-

Bandit Ricky: Oh, c’mon, Neddy! This will be one of the best moments of your life! Let’s go! (Bandit Ricky grabs Ned’s arm and they both leap into the doorway, which leads to them falling down. Cut to a view of Ned and Bandit Ricky screaming and falling toward the camera.)

(They crash into the grassy field with a dust cloud surrounding them. Ned emerges as a catcoon, just like Bandit Ricky, complete with light green toony gloves, a light blue shirt, and dark blue pants. He takes a quick look around his new appearance.)

Ned: Wait, I’m a CATCOON??

Bandit Ricky: Yeah, you didn’t know there’s a multiplayer mode?

Ned: Oh.. I don’t remember that being in the trailer…

Bandit Ricky: C’mon! Let’s get going!!

(Bandit Ricky grabs Ned’s arm)

Ned: Woah!

(They both run at fast speeds and arrive at DarkGloves’ hideout. DarkGloves, a dark gray bear wearing black toony gloves, is sitting upon a tall throne, waiting for their arrival.) DarkGloves: At last, you arrived. Now I can finally kick your butt, Ricky Catcoon!

(Notices Ned)

DarkGloves: Wait a minute, who’s that with you?

Bandit Ricky: Oh, him? That’s my new friend, Neddy! He’s gonna help me kick your butt! Haha! (to Ned) Here, take this. (gives Ned a fruit launcher) Ned: (slightly overwhelmed by the weight of the launcher) Okay…

DarkGloves: Hah! You think he can use that against me? No chance! Prepare to lose!

Bandit Ricky: NOW NEDDY! NOW!

(Bandit Ricky and Ned both shoot their fruit launchers at DarkGloves, with Ned’s fruit aimed carelessly toward one of DarkGloves’ guards. As the fruit approaches the guard, the camera will zoom into his eye. The fruit then hits him square in the face.)

DarkGloves: Huh, not bad for a beginner. How’s… THIS?? Bandit Ricky: TAKE COVER! EVERY CATCOON FOR HIMSELF!!

(DarkGloves launches explosive bomb fruits at the catcoon duo. They scream and run away from each other as the fruits land. Catcoon Ned runs toward the camera.)

DarkGloves: Hah! You cowards! Soon I will finish you off!

Ned: I gotta get out of here! How, though…

(He suddenly notices a glowing passage. He runs quickly toward the portal and prepares to jump through.) Bandit Ricky: Wait! I still need your help!

Ned: Maybe later, okay? I promise!

(Ned jumps through the portal)

Bandit Ricky: (to himself) Never mind, I got this!

(Blasts a mega fruit bomb at DarkGloves. The fruit bomb explodes, destroying his throne and hideout)

DarkGloves: I’ll get you next time, Catcoon!!

Bandit Ricky: Well, that’s enough of that. I’m getting exhausted.

(He walks away and off screen)

(Cut to Ned returning to his human form, having just landed on a floor. It wasn’t just any floor though, it was the floor of his school hallway! He looks around the area and then down at himself. He’s dressed in his frog PJs, a callback to the 1997 episode “Testing Testing!”)

Ned: Aaahh! Not these! I gotta hide!!

(He shudders in horror and tries to find a place to hide. He tries the boy’s restroom first.)

(Enter Billy Blackbeard, who is the first to notice Ned’s rather ridiculous outfit.)

Billy: Hey Ned! Who’s the princess waiting to kiss you, huh? Is it Joni?? *laughs so hard he coughs as he walks away*

Ned: GYAAAHHH! (he runs out of the restroom)

(Other kids notice Ned’s outfit and laugh at him just outside the restroom. Ned becomes incredibly nervous so he screams once again and runs off. Cut to a shot of him running down the hallway (side scroll). Kids rush to snap pictures on their phones of Ned in his PJs and then post the pics online.) (Cut to shots of kids posting their pictures of Ned online with captions like “The next frog prince” and “Some nerd at my school wore this today LOL” with some posts including laughing emojis. The emojis come to life and start laughing at Ned, floating off the phone screens and chasing him down the hallway.)

(Ned then falls down a trap door that suddenly appears beneath him. He slides down a slide made up of iPhone-like notifications, all of which are about him being tagged in posts related to his frog PJs. At the end of the slide, he falls into an endless pit of 0’s and 1’s, with laughing emojis on the walls.)

(Cut to Ned suddenly waking up in the principal’s office with a short scream.)

Principal: Ned, do you understand the dangers of social media and why we CANNOT let you use it in school?

Ned: Y-YES SIR, THANKS SIR!

(He runs off, back to his classroom. The principal looks at the viewers, rather confused.)

(Cut to Ned turning his phone off and placing it in the class phone bucket. He returns to his desk, frantically finishing up his essay. Cut to a view of the clock changing time from 2:20 to 2:30.)

Ms Bundt: Okay class, time’s up! Hand in your essays! (The students all pass their essays forward to Ms Bundt, who then takes a quick look at each one. Upon reaching Ned’s she looks slightly surprised. The title of Ned’s essay reads “The Dangers of Social Media.”)

Ms Bundt: Ned, I must say, I’m quite impressed. You learned your lesson after all, didn’t you?

Ned: Yep! (he then looks at the camera and winks. He then does a small giggle before the screen fades to black.)

(end of episode 1A)

[yagrldariv]

The Big Reveal

Tony Stark x Photographer!Reader

Warnings: Mention of light alcohol consumption, light fluff.

Request: tony stark dating pepper's little sister, reader who is a Photojournalism for the New York Times

A/N: Sorry for the delay, made this a bit longer than I would a regular one-shot. So I hope you like this anon. Just to make the story flow a bit better, Pepper and Tony never dated. Set around the first Iron Man. Sorry for any typos!

When you first applied to the New York Times, you sort of did it as a joke. At least that’s what you told yourself when you were prepping for absolute rejection. But when you got the offer letter you were sooo excited. This was going to be your opportunity to be a part of history. While you were picturing your photos in the Met, you never knew it would be those kind of photos.

As you quickly learned, interning at the New York Times was not quite the same as being a full time photojournalist. You though you would be taking on the heavy-hitter topics like crime, houselesness, corporate greed, arms dealings. And yet, here you were taking photos of potholes for someone else’s 20th page column about infrastructure. But at least you got paid for it (if you were speaking technically).

After your session uptown, you started heading for the subway towards home when your phone starting ringing.

The screen lit of bright with a photo of you and your big sister and you swiped to answer, “Pepps!! Heyy everything ok?”.

Between you schlepping around the city and her being an assistant for the worlds wealthiest businessman, your schedules never seems to line up.

“Everything is great, I just wanted to see if you were free”, Pepper yelled something to someone in the background before continuing, “I’m gonna be uptown for a few hours at an event, I’d love to see you”.

You stopped on the steps toward the subway, contemplating her proposal. “Ya know Pepps, those really aren’t my thing”.

Pepper groaned on the other end, “C’monnnn Y/N. I miss you, plus there’s free food drinks”.

You hesitated, you couldn’t pass up on both your sister and free food, but you were tired and the idea of laying in bed was sounding better and better as time ticked on.

“You can even bring your camera and take photos if you want”. She knew exactly which buttons to press.

“You said you this was uptown right? I can be there in 10 minutes.”

*Later that evening*

What you thought was going to be some A-list event with lots of opportunity to get a story, turned out to be a private board event for some financial company you’d never even heard of. And you hadn’t even seen Pepper yet. At least she was right about the champagne and the hors d'oeuvres.

After another hour of random applause and squirreling away mini quiche at the back of the room, you were ready to leave. You started packing your camera bag when you heard some rustling on the table behind you.

“Ya know all night I was looking for the waiter that had the spinach ones and low and behold, they were being hoarded back here.”

You turned around and your cheeks got hot. Not only did your mini stash just get raided, you also had to explain to your sister that’s how you met her boss.

Tony Stark stood in front of you in all of his tailored glory, pointing to the quiche as you just stared. You were trying to find the right words to respond but all you could muster was ‘You’re way more handsome in person’, and you definitely were NOT saying that.

“Well I’m taking the ‘standing and staring but not saying anything’ as code for these are free real estate, so thank you”.

You finally snapped mustered up the ability to think and finally responded “Yeah sorry, they’re all yours, I was actually heading out”.

“So soon? You mean to tell me the musing of a bunch of old geezers isn’t the hottest place to be on a Friday night?” Tony teased, popping a mini quiche in his mouth.

You laughed, “Please, this is way too cool for me. I just came here to meet my sister, but she never showed, you probably kept her pretty busy”

His jaw dropped, “No way! Potts is your sister? I didn’t know she had family around here”.

Tony grabbed the plate of quiche in one hand, extending his free one in your direction, “I’ll take you to her. On the way you can answer my questions,” he paused and looked you straight in the eye, and you could feel your back start to sweat “I have about 100”.

Tony led you towards the elevators and up to the top floor , the whole time he was actually asking you questions about Pepper, not realizing he was actually serious. You struggled to focus on answers as the heat from his hand was all you could think about.

“Ok ok last one, are you absolutely certain Pepper is was a human child at some point and was not a factory built android”

A voice shouted from down the hall “I heard that Tony!” and a yellow stress ball came flying right after. Pepper poked her head out from an office a few doors down to see Tony catch the ball that was headed for your face.

“C’mon Pepper, what happened to aim? We almost had a civilian casualty here.”, he teased.

The two of you made it to her office where she had been typing away at something. Tony moved his hand to the small of your back as he stepped out of the door way, letting you enter first.

“Pepps when will you be done? I thought I was coming to see you?” You approached her desk, hugging her shoulders from behind as she worked.

“We’ll thank Mr. Stark over there, someone just had to cancel appearances we had already agreed to months ago and now I’m sending out apology emails.”

“To be fair, those things are a total snooze fest. Case in point, the senior citizen meetup happening downstairs ”, Tony chimed from the corner.

“We’ll then I guess I will just head home, there’s not a single news worthy story down there I could present to my boss and not get laughed out of the room”. You gave Pepper one last hug, thanked Tony for walking you up and heads back towards the elevator.

Before you got halfway there you heard rapid footsteps coming up behind you. You turned and Tony was there.

“Hey Y/N let me make it up to you. I kinda feel a little bad you came all the way here and didn’t see your sister. Since she’s working, can I at least drive you home?” For once it was sincerity and not sarcasm in his tone.

“It’s not big deal, I’m only about 15 minutes away if I take the subway”. You clicked the ‘down’ button on the elevator.

Tony reached, lighting touching the back of your arm. Heat instantly rushed to your skin where his fingers were lingering.

“I’ll give you an exclusive. Stark Industries is about to make a pivot and I’ll let you drop the story. How’s that sound?”.

You could not contain the smile on your face. Breaking a story like that, would literally change the trajectory of your career.

You brain was rapid firing as you were trying to form sentences “What-wh-why would you do that for me?”

Tony grabbed the camera bag from your hand, walking into the elevator that just arrived “Well because your Potts sister, first of all” he held the door for you as you entered the tiny space. “And I can’t let such a beautiful girl like yourself walk home alone at night when my driver is just right downstairs”.

You opened your mouth to object but Tony cut you off, “I’m only giving that story if I can make sure you get home safely”.

And so of course you obliged. You climbed in the back seat of his car, cheeks red as your mind lingered on Tony’s comment. You’d always found him attractive, as most women probably did. But there was something about knowing that attraction was reciprocated. It gave you butterflies watching him slide into the adjacent seat.

“So, Y/N, where to?”

In the first 15 minutes of the drive, Tony upheld his end of the bargain. He let you photograph him a few times, and answered all of your questions fully in depth. But then Tony started asking you the questions. You obliged at first, thinking it would make him more comfortable to keep talking about Stark Industries. But after awhile it felt less like an interview and more like a conversation with an old friend. The topics getting more and more personal.

So much so that you didn’t realize you had already parked in front of you apartment building. And had been for the last 2 hours according to the time on your watch. You also didn’t notice how close he had gotten. Your thighs were flush against one another and you could see the flecks in his brown eyes.

Your throat was suddenly very dry and you barely squeaked out, “Well I guess I should head upstairs”.

“You sure you want to?” Tony’s eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t look away.

You definitely didn’t want to, but you felt like you should. However you made no effort to move, it felt like you were frozen in your seat. Tony never took his eyes off you and you gulped. The proximity and sudden silence was making it the car hot.

“You’re doing that ‘staring but not speaking’ thing again” he chuckled, “It’s cute”.

If it was even possible you cheeks got even hotter, “Sorry I’m just trying to think here”.

Tony smiled, “Well here’s another option since you don’t seem ready to go home,” he slid his hand into your, kissing the back of it, “We can get a drink, keep talking”.

Tony lent forward, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Your breath hitched as his free hand cupped the side of your face.

“How’s that sound?” You nose filled with the sweet smell of mint as he spoke.

Still at a loss for words, you did the only thing you could think of in that moment and kissed him.

You thought he would’ve pulled away, but he leant in even more. He removed his hand from your and placed it on the other side of your face.

You two sat this kissing for what felt like forever, but it was just until you ran out of air.

Tony still had his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles against the soft skin, “Well I’m just gonna take that as a yes”.

*5 Months Later*

You and Tony were sitting at the back booth of one of his favorite places in the city. The two of you had decided it was best for you and your career that the topic of your relationship stay private.

Your palms were sweaty and you kept fidgeting and Tony noticed. He placed his hands over yours, making you look at him.

His brown eyes were soft, not a lick of worry to be found.

“What if she hates me?” Your voice laced with worry.

“If there’s anyone to hate here it’s probably me.”

The last few month have been absolutely amazing and not just with Tony.

The article you wrote using your conversation on that night really impressed your boss. It ran front page that Sunday on both print and online. You were finally offered a full time position after a month of busting your ass to prove you had more to say.

Tony, of course had been so ecstatic. He cancelled all his appointments and took you on a week long vacation to Greece to celebrate your promotion. It was there you really got to see Anthony, not Tony Stark the billionaire. That sarcastic facade he puts up was just for protection. He was extremely caring and noticed the smallest of details.

Once you two got back into the real world, you thought things would change, that he would be too busy to see you. But somehow he always always made the effort. He always managed to treat you to a date night at least once a week, sometimes as much as your schedule would allow. He’d surprise you with giant bouquets of flowers at work, making everyone in the office jealous. Eyebrows always raised at who the secret admirer could be.

You tried to keep your thoughts positive as you sit in the familiar restaurant but stress creeped it’s way in.

“I don’t know Tony, maybe we shouldn’t tell her. I think you still might have time to run out the back”, your eyes scanning the room for any signs of her.

Tony laughed, a sound that always soothed you. You took a deep breath and realized you were being a little ridiculous.

Tony lent across the table, taking his hand from your and placed it on your chin, “Hey look at me, you got nothing to worry about”.

Just as you calmed down you spotted her enter the restaurant. You waved her toward you table and stood as she approached. You met her half way and wrapped your arms around her.

“Y/N!! It’s been so long! I’m so happy to finally see you. That new job has been keeping you busy it seems”, she squeezed you tight and you chuckled nervously.

“I know Pepps, it’s been crazy. Why don’t we sit and catch up. There is someone I want you to meet”.

Pepper glanced toward the table you got up from and eyed the brown haired man “Oh, you didn’t tell me there’d be a plus one”.

You arrived at the table and your back was sweating profusely.

“Hey Pepper” Tony stood and pulled her in a hug.

You expected to see surprise or concern on her face but it was the opposite. Pepper was smiling profusely and your anxiety turned to confusion.

“Well finally, god it took you long enough” she said as she slid into the booth.

“What do you mean”, your asked.

“You two are finally being honest. I’ve been waiting for this ‘big reveal’ for months” she explained.

Tony on the other side of the booth laughed, “Well cars out of the bag I guess”.

You still were confused, you two had been so careful. Never walked out together. Tony paid off any paparazzi that happened to get a photo of the two of you together. He even had Jarvis routinely scour the internet and purge any photos that might’ve leaked.

“What? You thought you were that discreet?”Pepper spoke, noticing you still looked confused she continued, “I make Tony’s schedules for Gods sake. How many months doe you think it takes of the two coincidentally being unavailable at the same time for me to put two and two together”.

“Plus Tony never his his flower receipts, I called and got the delivery address and knew that was your apartment building”, She said before taking a sip of water.

It now clicked for you, realizing you hadn’t been as discreet as you thought. And you just laughed, for a good 30 seconds before they other two joined you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You questioned your sister.

“I don’t know, seems like it was something you wanted to tell me in your own time, and it got Tony out of my hair” she laughed.

You nodded and the table fell silent.

Tony was the first to pipe up

“Now that we’ we gotten that over with, who’s hungry?”

[awigglycultist]

Finally got some free time this week (well actually I did have free time before this but that was spent crying about my last day of school) so that finally means I finally get to watch VHS Christmas Carol just barely in time for the finale day of this week of Rewatchers2000! (it's still Sunday for me okay?)

I've said many times before but I absolutely love VHSCC and I always end up thinking about in the spring time, so this is definitely great

I love everyone coming through the audience

I love Fred's energy so much

Here's my man Bob Cratchit!!!

I love that the background turns all static when Scrooge is yelling at Bob

I love the way different characters react when passing by Scrooge during the "the crabbiest, scumbaggiest" bit. Like AJ ducks below him, James makes an angry face and like steps up to him and waves him away, and Jaime blocks her face.

The way Clark and AJ sound together during the transition song, especially on the "as the man begins to speeeaaakkk" bit ugghh omg they sound so good

Ugh Meredith as Jacob Marley hnggg

"these scary chains I wear" can't help but to make me laugh I little I'm sorry

I love how much cheering and screaming there is for Jaime through I'm The Ghost

Jaime's voice is so hnngngng aughfhf snhmfnfa ya know?

I'll never get over the Ghost of Xmas Past smoking a cigarette

Also I love the way she teases Scrooge during the transition song and That Scrooge

Speaking of That Scrooge HNNNG AUGHFHNANSDHDMR AOBSVDJDBFH HNGNGBG

Seriously they all sooo amazing

Ahh my man!! Ghost of Xmas Present!!

I love Scrooge trying to stop himself from dancing

I sure feel the Christmas electricity in this Chili's tonight

Shout out to AJ's little facial expressions during this bit

And we got some real cocain!

James' glasses and shoes lighting up and being the only things you can see in the dark is so fun

Also Scrooge is high let's goooo

Does anyone know what Brian says after "our tiny tin is getting heavier" bc I still have no clue

Oh boy Priceless time!!

God the disgusts on Emily's face Vs how happy and proud Bob looks is so funny

YEAH GO OFF EMILY CRATCHIT

You really can feel the love in this song

Haha among us

Big Chungus

Go off Ghost of Xmas Present

Ughh James' "BAH HUMBUUUUUUUG"

Final Ghost is such a bop

Jamie really does sound etherial

Scrooge you dummy you're the dead guy

I will never get I've over gay couple

Ugh the emotion in Joey's voice

Woo quick change

Ugh its so cool that they included Ali (and Britney in the preshow)

Once again saying it but the hug between Bob and Scrooge and Marley and Scrooge are so warm

How am I just now realizing that AJ And Corey don't come out during the bit where they all walk across the stage ("Scrooge was better, than his word" ect) and instead don't come back out until the "the meanest man there ever was" bit

Also shout out to the little boop on the nose Scrooge gives to Tiny Tim

Shout out to the person who yells "he's back!" when Brian comes out to bow

[dragondemoness]

Ibuki with Male reader who is a classmate that loves both her and her music which lead to him learning how to play Drums and Bass in secret because they wanted to be her eternal band mate and also gain a musical ultimate because Ibuki inspired them to pick up an instrument again since when they were young they were discouraged from doing so. Basically they're background was like Xinyan from genshin impact but instead of pulling through they fell to the criticism and stopped but Ibuki relite that fire of there's with her Sound

This should've been out way sooner, but oh well

Warning: Super long, male pronouns used, could be read as platonic or romantic

Ibuki Mioda with a Fanboy Reader who wants to be her Bandmate

You've been a fan of Ibuki since her career took off

You remember your days of junior high, when she first started performing

And now you're in high school, and your love of her and her music has only grown

She inspired you to start playing instruments of your own

You played the drums and the bass, though you knew you were only mediocre compared to the greatness that was Ibuki

After all, she was the Ultimate Musician, not the Ultimate Guitarist

For a while, you just admired her from afar

But on one lucky day, you saw her strumming a guitar alone in the school hallways

She wasn’t even busking or anything, just playing for fun

And for once, she didn’t have an amp plugged in, and she wasn’t shredding at ear-splitting volumes

Instead, she strummed peacefully on an acoustic

You tried to be stealthy as you admired her, trying to get just a bit closer, but she heard you, and snapped her head up in your direction

You thought she would get creeped out by you watching her, but instead, she flashed a big grin at you and waved you over

“Yo! Want a closer look?”

Your legs were shaking as you walked over to her, and sat down next to her as she gestured

Now directly next to your idol, you watched intently as her fingers strummed away

It sounded even more beautiful up close

After a minute or so, she stopped and turned to look at you

“So, do you play anything?”

It took you a second to register that she was talking to you

“H-Huh? O-Oh, yeah. I, uh, play the drums and bass.”

Ibuki put her guitar down for a second and grinned at you widely

“Hey, that’s awesome! Why don’t you play something?”

That caught you off guard, and for some reason, you suddenly felt stupid for not bringing your bass with you

“Huh? Oh, well... I don’t have my bass with me right now...”

Ibuki hummed before putting her guitar in her case and jumping off the bench 

“No sweat! Ibuki has one in the music room you can use! C’mon!”

You did as told and followed Ibuki to the music room as she skipped along the hallways

She opened the door, turned on the light and ran inside

She entered the room where the instruments were kept, and returned with a shiny, metallic bass before practically shoving it into your arms

“Here ya go! Now show Ibuki what you can do!”

Remembering that you had never performed in front of anybody before, you felt yourself sweating

Now your idol was asking you to perform, and you were sure that everything in the world was about to go wrong

“W-Well, I’m really not that good...”

Ibuki shook her head rapidly before sitting down

“Nonsense! Ibuki’s sure you’re great! Now go ahead and play away!”

She looked up at you encouragingly and gave you a thumbs up, and you took a deep breath in before plucking the strings

You picked a song out of your back pocket, one that you first started practicing with

It wasn’t your favorite, but it was good enough

Your fingers were sweaty as you plucked at the strings, and the notes sounded so much worse to you than when you practiced alone

The moment went by so agonizingly slow, and when you finally finished, you were prepared for Ibuki to laugh in your face

But instead, you heard the sounds of rapid clapping

You opened your eyes to see Ibuki grinning at you

“Damn, that was awesome! You’re way better than I expected!”

You felt your face heat up as you shyly smiled at her

“O-Oh... Thank you.’

Ibuki stood up from her spot on the floor

“That was a pretty good song to practice with on the bass. Ibuki remembers it well. But do ya think you can handle something harder?”

You doubted yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say no

You spent the rest of the day looking through a book of sheet music to practice on the bass

Ibuki gave you some pointers here and there, and you felt more confident in your skill

And before you knew it, you went from fan to friend

You met up with Ibuki every day to practice drums and bass, and you felt your dreams coming true

One day, you found the courage to tell her

You were in the music room together as always, and you paused your playing to look at Ibuki

“Hey, Ibuki? Can I tell you something?”

Ibuki put down her guitar and turned her body to face you, letting you know that you had her full attention

“So... I’ve been a fan of you for a long time. Like, since you first started performing in junior high. Honestly, you were the one who inspired me to start playing instruments in the first place.”

Ibuki listened quietly as you went on, though grinning widely with a small blush

“And thing is... I’ve always wanted to join your band, to play alongside you. And ever since I’ve started practicing with you, I’ve felt so much more confident in my skill. And whether I’m playing drums or bass, I think I might be pretty good at it. So... How about it Ibuki?”

Ibuki looked away for a moment, her expression turning serious and a little sad

“Well... Ibuki’s band kinda fell apart since her old bandmates didn’t agree with her style of music. So Ibuki’s kinda been a one-woman show for a while. But y’know...’

Then she turned back to you with her signature grin

“...Ibuki does like the idea of starting over! Especially with someone as talented as you! So what do you wanna play?”

You felt your stomach rush with joy at your offer being accepted

“Well, how about I play both? Mostly drums and sometimes the bass?”

Ibuki smiled and fist-pumped the air

“HELL YEAH! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Put ‘er there, buddy!”

She held out her hand for a high five, and you eagerly accepted

Now when you practiced together, it wasn’t just as friends, but as bandmates

You practiced much more intensely, now that you were going to start going public with your playing

After two weeks of practicing together, you and Ibuki met up in the hallway to perform

You wrote a song together, and had it programmed into both of your brains

But you were still so nervous

What if everyone else hated your performance? What if you weren’t good enough to be in Ibuki’s band after all?

Ibuki noticed your anxiety and placed a hand on your back

“Chin up, champ. We’ve been practicing nonstop for this. Ibuki knows you can do it.”

You smiled and nodded

Taking a deep breath in, you placed your hands in position on the bass

It started off fine at first

You played backup bass while Ibuki sang the vocals

It was all going as planned 

But you noticed some students passing by look at you with disapproval 

“Man, what’s that guy doing up there?”

“He’s not bad, but he’s nowhere near Ibuki’s level.”

“Eh, I bet she’s just pitying him.”

Those remarks got to your head quickly, and feeling tears in your eyes, you stopped playing mid-song and ran off

Ibuki stopped as well, staring after you in surprise before turning to the audience with a look of anger

“Listen here, assholes! (Name) is doing his best, and he’s great at what he can do! He finally found the guts to come out here with me, and you just walked all over his progress! Ibuki is very disappointed in all of you!” She stuck her tongue out at them before running to follow you

She found you in your shared sacred spot, the music room

You were sitting down in the corner

Frowning, she immediately approached you

“Hey... You know what those guys said isn’t true, right? You’re an awesome bassist! And drummer as well.’

You turned with tears streaming down your face

“No... I’m not good at either of those things. I’m nothing compared to you.”

Ibuki scratched the back of her neck, struggling to find words of comfort

“Well sure, I’ve been practicing for a few years, so I might have a bit of a head start on you. But that doesn’t mean you’re bad at it! It just takes practice!”

“But I have been practicing, and I’m still not good enough. I don’t deserve to be your bandmate, or even your friend.”

Ibuki firmly placed her hands on your shoulders, making you look up at her

“Hey, no self-bad talking in the music room, got it?”

Startled at her change in tone, you nodded

“Good. Now, I didn’t just become the Ultimate Musician overnight, right?”

You shook your head

“Right. Ibuki had to earn that title, meaning she had to practice over and over again until she got it right. And look where she is now!”

Ibuki moved one of her hands to wrap around your back

“What I’m saying, champ, is that it takes practice to get good. Beating yourself up or letting people get to you isn’t gonna help you get good.”

You looked away for a moment, and Ibuki continued

"What, you think Ibuki didn’t get her fair share of criticisms? It’s what made her leave her ex-bandmates, even though that was different. I got heckled, I got insulted, and I got criticized left and right! Still do actually! And you think it stopped Ibuki, even for a second? Hell no!”

You looked back at her, and she placed a hand on her chin to keep it there

“Anyway, you’re gonna run into jerks no matter where you go. But it doesn’t mean you should stop trying. Got it?”

You nodded, and before you could move to wipe your tears, Ibuki did it for you

You looked back at her and smiled

“Thank you.”

Ibuki smiled back and pulled you close to her

“Anytime, champ.”

From then on, you grew closer

You practiced together nonstop and continued performing together in public

Even though you dealt with insults and criticisms, Ibuki was there to make sure you never fell prey to them ever again

And though Ibuki started as your greatest idol, she later became your strongest ally

[goldenonigiri]

GOLD’S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

Title: A Yukon Christmas

Pairing: Buisnessman!Alfred x smalltown!Ivan 

Word count: 1138

Date: 12/24/22

a/n: sowwy guys i got bored.

( I’m using this post for heavy reference.. )

“Yeah, the cabin I rented should be ‘round there, I’d say-” Matthew said over the phone, an audible grin could be detected. “Hey, knock that off, Gil-” he called faintly, chuckling. 

“A’right, I’ll let ya go.” Alfred smiled, “Be safe,” he hung up, fingers tapping on the wheel of his rental. He was in the middle of the Yukon, driving to a small cabin his brother had rented for the holidays. The sportscar was probably a bad idea, he thought, with this weather… His thoughts were interrupted as a moose suddenly appeared from the underbrush and treeline just to his right. 

He swerved, just missing it and going into the ditch. The obnoxious tune of Jingle Bell Rock played in the background as he angrily threw his head into the steering wheel. He groaned and rubbed his head against it, picking his phone back up. “Goddangit.. There probably ain’t any service out here- I guess I’ll just look at it myself.” He grabbed his mittens and heavy coat from the passenger seat.

He quickly tossed them on, climbing out of the expensive car. Yikes. That’s gonna hurt.. He stared at the slightly dented front that’d bumped into a rock or something.  He leaned down, inspecting the tires. Great. One’s popped.. He grumbled to himself, looking back to the direction the moose had left in. “Darn that thing.” he uttered, getting back in. “Who the hell am I supposed to call.. This is the middle of nowhere.” 

Just as those last words passed his lips, a heavy pickup truck came down the dirt road, slowing to a stop just a few meters in front of his car. After a few moments, a burly blonde man got out and walked over to his car. Alfred stared at the beautiful man with a quirked brow. What the cheese.

Alfred rolled down the window a bit so he could interact with the specimen. “Hello!” an evident Russian accent rolled off his tongue. “What’re you doing out here with a fancy car like that..?” he looked a bit dumbfounded, staring at Alfred as though he’d grown a few more heads. 

“Yeah, well man, I didn’t know I’d be headed to the middle of nowhere!” he snapped. “Y’know of any trucking companies?” he questioned the large man. 

“One moment please.” the large Russian man walked back to his truck, hopping in. He returned a few minutes later in a green and red tartan sweater and an impact wrench. What th-

He crouched to the ground and seemed to inspect the tire. He came back up before concluding, “Yeah, I don’t have that type on hand. I could take y’into town though n’ set somethin’ up with the repair company, da?” he smiled. Alfred reluctantly nodded, reaching to grab his suitcases and valuables, hopping out and following the man back to his truck, who was miraculously in his original attire.

“So, uh, whats y’er name?” 

“Ivan Braginsky!” he smiled, putting some of Alfred’s bags into the back.

“Right, Ivan, so how long of a drive is it into town?” He checked his watch, fumbling with it. 

“Ah, well-” Ivan pulled over a bridge and a sign came up.

NOW ENTERING LAKEVIEW, CANADA.

GODDA-

He stared into the beautiful scenery, rage filling his insides. Stupid moose. Well, nothing he could do about it, he sighed. “I’ll take you into the repairshop so you can get your paperwork settled!” he stopped at a light, turning to Alfred. His beautiful violet eyes sparkled, making Alfred’s heart palpitate.

“Uh- right, thanks.” he turned, looking out the window. The beautiful man turned back to the road ahead, and after a few minutes, he pulled into an autorepair shop sharing a last name with Ivan..Small town, probably just nothing, he reasoned. He waited for Alfred to exit before following suit, back in his tartan sweater. Odd..

The bell rang as Alfred entered, Ivan shortly behind. He walked up to the front desk and rang the bell about three times before Ivan passed him and walked around the counter. He smiled, pulling out a folder and flicking through it. 

“Hello, mister..?” He paused, looking up towards Alfred in a kind yet businesslike manner.

“Ohh.. you work here..” Alfred nodded, pulling out an insurance card. The next hour passed filling out arduous paperwork. “Alright, it should be ready in about a week, since we’ll need to get the new tires in!” he smiled, taking the file to another room, coming back in his original attire. 

“..Look man, whats with the outfit changes?” Alfred quirked a brow pointing at him.

“Whatever do you mean, Fredchka?” he smiled, tilting his head like a puppy. 

“..Whatever, man. Can you take me to this address?” Alfred handed him a slip of paper Mattie had wrote the address on. 

“Ah, of course! Would you like to go anywhere else, first?” he lead the way, bell ringing as he held the door open. Alfred passed under his arm with ease, as the burly man was several heads taller than him. 

“Nah.. Jus’ wanna relax, man. Thanks for the help.” Alfred hopped into the passenger seat, clicked on his buckles, and fingergunned at Ivan as he got in.

~~

“Man, this place is empty!” Alfred cried, searching through the cupboards for any sign of food.. A single morsel.. Empty! His lip quivered as he collapsed onto the back of the couch..How could this be… Matthew wouldn’t be here for another few days, his plane had gotten caught up in Germany. “No.. I must take matters into my own hands!!” he yelled, leaping up. He threw his fist towards the sky- or, wooden ceiling- heroically. “McDonalds- or whatever else i can find-, here I come!” he lunged for the door.

He only made it about 4 paces before deciding, I think i need shoes. He clothed himself in his winter attire before he began his arduous trek towards the nearest fast food joint he could find. He walked into the Tim Hortons, entranced by the menu. 

“Hello! What can i get you?” A friendly yet familiar voice met his ears.

“Hi can i get an uhhh” Alfred stopped short, kicking the snow from his boots as his eyes met Ivan’s. In a pink and green shirt, this time. 

“Alright man, is there anybody else in this town besides you?” he scowled. 

“Why, of course there is, Fredchka! Otherwise, it wouldn’t classify as a town- you know, the minimum population for a town is 1,500!” He grinned. “So what would you like?” 

Alfred sighed at the cute man, listing off half of the menu. Whatever.. If he was spending the holiday season here, might as well enjoy it-

“So uh.. Y’wanna come over later? To hang out- there’s not good cell service up here and I brought some games-” 

“Da!”