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bitchybutcher · 3 years

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Texts I sent a friend the first time I watched The Boys, Season 1:

- HERE WE GOOOOOOO

- Butcher has said approximately 5 words

- I’m already dead

- I should not be this turned on by such a fuckin maniac

- Oh ok so Homelander digs a mommy domme

- Ok no but Annie needs a hug. She needs to be protected at all costs

- Why is Hughie only hot covered in blood?

- Deep needs to choke on a bag of dicks but also he’s an insecure baby who wants to feel important

- I love Frenchie. I have nothing else to say about him I just love him

- Butcher needs to stop saying things. Every time he opens his gob the fanny flutters get worse

- I like this Mister Milk guy

- Oh ffs Homelander is legit jealous of a baby

- This subby bastard needs to go on fetlife or the femdom subreddit and get himself an actual mommy domme

- Poor Hughie in the middle of this domestic between Frenchie and the Milk guy

- FUCK Butchers chest looks good in this episodes shirt

- Frenchie you perv no of course no cameras in toilets

- OH his name is Mothers Milk not Mister Milk

- The Maeve actress looks really familiar imma have to google to find out what else I’ve seen her in

- Ohhhh Homelander is insane insane

- I mean he’s pretty, and he’s hilarious, but WOW

- He’s a lil off on the crazy/hot scale

- WHY ARE THEY WATCHING ATRAIN GET HIS TOES SUCKED

- WHY ARE THEY WATCHING

- Ohhhh no Atrain is a using BASTARD GIRL BEAT HIS ASS

- Welp imma be listening to Butcher say “we’ve gotta get some” on a loop for days

- Maeve is so sick of Homelanders shit

- Yup I’m shipping Hughie and Annie hard. They’re so adorable and they both really just need a hug

- WHY DO THEY KEEP WATCHING THIS DRUG WOMAN DOING SEX THINGS

- Well episode 4 is officially my favourite:

He said my name

He sleeps nude

BUTCHER BUM

- Oh ok so Deep is actually just a soft baby

- He’s in therapy omg

- He needs a hug

- HIS NAME IS KEVIN

- And he loves dolphins and he’s lonely oh man why am I feeling bad for this douche he assaulted Annie

- Hughies phone beeps and immediately the guys are like “he got texted by a girl, look at his face, has to be”

- Oh Frenchie is a subby boi too apparently

- WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SUBBIES IN THIS SHOW I WANNA HUG THEM ALL

- Kevin and his soft spot for dolphins is melting my heart this kid just wants to do good things and he really needs a cuddle

- They’re on a bowling date oh my god they’re too precious

- KEVIN STOLE A DOLPHIN IN A VAN

- KEVIN IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN AND ALSO GETTING ARRESTED

- Oh dude I’m such a slut for Butcher this isn’t even funny

- Homelander is insane and I adore that but also I’m LIVING for Maeve’s facial expressions when he’s on his bullshit

- Frenchie is such a sweetheart with his lil home cooked meal and setting her cutlery properly

- I feel bad for the female

- Why does Hughie only have one jacket

- Oh boy the Jesus nutters festival

- Ngl the stretch Armstrong fella is kinda attractive

- “You’ve done a murder, comparatively speaking, blackmail is a piece of cake”

- Girl help I’m in love with a fictional unhinged angel muffin

- I WANNA KNOW WHO’S BEHIND THE FLY THAT KEEPS BUZZING AROUND THEM TOO CLOSELY

- Shapeshifter? Some kind of Antman type person??

- More importantly how do I find a genie to make Butcher real cause no joke I love him

- Oop Toni’s kiwi accent slipped out when he said mayonnaise

- Homelander is the neediest little subby bitch boi I swear to fuckin god

- HUGHIE WITH THE GAY BLACKMAIL

- Ooooo something shady with Becca…tenner bets it’s something to do with Homelander somehow

- OH SHIT IS MAEVE A LESBIAN

- Ok so I adore Kevin the Deep. He’s comfort eating junk food and looks like he’s been crying cause of the dolphin

- Aww Annie standing up for herself

- OH NO SHE’S CALLING OUT SAD KEVIN THE DOLPHIN SQUASHER

- Oh wait no ok she didn’t actually say who it was

- I don’t know why I feel protective over Sad Kevin but he’s so sad and he’s so bad at doing good but he’s trying and dear lord he needs a cuddle

- Hughie clapping Annie after she basically told them all to fuck off 😂

- THEY’RE TURNING BABIES INTO SUPERS

- LASER EYE BABY

- ANNIE AND HUGHIE FINALLY GOT TO HUG

- Butcher just weaponised a baby. What. Like it was a little gun

- Homelander is NOT getting horny cause Stillwell called him a bad boy and started mommying him OMFG

- And now she’s calling him her good boy with her shirt open

- Subby boi and his mommy domme I FUCKING CALLED IT FROM THEIR FIRST SCENE

- CRAZY SILENT LADY IS A WOLVERINE WHAT

- Bitch got gutted then just like eh no big lemme just knit my internal organs back together

- YES ANNIE TELL STILLWELL WHERE TO STICK HER SHIT

- Awww Kevin tryna do good again he’s so cute

- A DUDE GOT HIS DICK FROZEN OFF WHAT THE FUCK

- Kevin is so bad on camera oh dear

- He’s trying to apologise and he’s so bad at this

- Who and what the fuck is Black Noir

- IT’S THE I SEE DEAD PEOPLE GUY. HE’S THE MIND READER PERSON THAT’S AMAZING

- Awwwwwww lil baby Homelander

- They need to stop making me feel fuzzy over dickheads

- Kimiko trusts Frenchie this is precious

- Jamming out to the end credits song is one of the best parts tbh, the soundtrack is boss

- I feel so bad for Kevin

- He’s been exiled to Ohio and he’s sad

- They didn’t even give him a plushie dolphin to cuddle

- I’m rooting so hard for Hughie and Annie, this had better work out for them

- WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING TO KEVIN

- GILLS AREN’T FOR FINGERING

- Oh what I’d give to have Butcher stalking menacingly after me in a train station

- Sixth sense guy doesn’t know how lucky he is getting cornered in a bathroom stall by the hottest psychopath on tv

- Yeah I’d let him smash me on a sink any day

- Oh no not more Sad Kevin

- Traumatised baby needs someone to mind him

- BUTCHER SHOT ANNIE?!?!?!?

- Oh god Homelander in Syria this can’t be good

- BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURAL????

- Aaaaaand more Sad Kevin

- Yeah I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s doing the full breakdown shave

- Oh no sad Annie

- Atrain is gonna do himself an injury

- Black Noir is hilarious even though they don’t say anything and have no face

- Soooo he admits to creating supervillains behind her back, and she tops him? As reward??

- This bish does remember what happened to Becca, right? Demon spawn clawing out of her

- Frenchie and MM bonding in captivity 🥰

- Ooooh conflicting stories re Homelanders baby

- Not Hughie going in all badass and immediately getting creamed 😂

- The retainer! Hughie is a genius

- I mean he’s a dumbass

- But so smart

- Hughie: *firing machine gun* I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY

- YES ANNIE!!

- SAVE YOUR SOFT DUMB DUMB BOYFRIEND AND HIS BUDDIES

- Uh oh

- Roided up Atrain

- Oop heart attack

- Oh fuck he melted her face

- OH SHIIIIIIT

- Butchers hurt little face nooo

- Oh ok season 1 is over

- …it’s 5am

- Aaaaand I can see daylight

- I’m very tempted to just pull an all-nighter and watch season 2

- But bed also sounds nice

- I think bed

- Dream of Butcher

#theboys #theboystv #theboysmemes #theboystextposts #yes this is insane I know #it was the middle of the night ok #don't judge me pls #literally the only thing I knew before watching was that Karl Urban plays Butcher #yes I feel bad for my friend waking up to all that #but she thought it was funny #I'm a shameless ho for Billy Butcher #season 2 is coming next

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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Yamato & Momo Shuffle Talk Part 3: A Food Tour

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Yamato Nikaido: Here we are at the market.

Momo: Wow! They've got everything here! It's so colorful!

Momo: Oranges, apples, watermelons, and so much more.

Momo: It's a treasure trove of food~!

Yamato Nikaido: We need to stay professional, remember!?

Momo: Ahaha! Sorry about that. I got all caught up in this bustling atmosphere!

Momo: Being in a new place like this is so exciting, I couldn't control myself!

Yamato Nikaido: Personally, being in a huge crowd in this heat is just making me dizzy.

Momo: Oh come on, Yamato! Live a little!

Momo: Ah! Look, they sell baguettes over there. It smells delicious..! Wanna buy one and split it with me!?

Yamato Nikaido: Ah, it really does smell pretty good... No, really good.

Momo: Oh ho! Are you finally getting a bit of pep in your step!?

Yamato Nikaido: As much pep as I can, sure. Should we do our questions while we browse the stalls, too?

Momo: Oh yeah, I almost forgot!

Momo: Do you mind going first?

Yamato Nikaido: Me? Uh, sure, I guess.

Yamato Nikaido: You're always really nice to everyone, even though there's bound to be at least a couple people you don't like all that much.

Yamato Nikaido: Do you have any tips for getting along with people you don't like?

Momo: Thanks for the compliment! We're off to a great start already!

Yamato Nikaido: I'm not the only person who thinks you're nice, though.

Momo: As happy as I am to hear that, you don't exactly seem to have trouble with people yourself.

Yamato Nikaido: I've always been good at petty small talk, if that's what you mean. Keeping things as broad and shallow as possible.

Momo: I totally do that sometimes, too! ...But please keep this off the record!

Momo: Anyway, back to your question. You wanted tips to help you better get along with people?

Yamato Nikaido: If you have any, then yes please.

Momo: Hmm... Nothing comes to mind!

Yamato Nikaido: Nothing? Seriously?

Momo: Nope, nothing!

Momo: Instead of forcing yourself to do anything, I think it's important to find something you already like about the other person.

Momo: Once you find that thing about them that makes you happy, you'll naturally be more drawn to them. As long as they're not a really scary person, anyway.

Momo: And they'll start liking you back!

Yamato Nikaido: I have to admit, there's definitely something... disarming about you.

Yamato Nikaido: I feel like my heart is behind ten locks, but with you I forget to lock at least eight of them.

Momo: Your heart's usually behind ten locks!? Your defenses must be impenetrable..!

Yamato Nikaido: I dunno about that. I think some of my locks are gone now, actually.

Momo: Just as I thought!

Yamato Nikaido: Haha. I find it hard to relax around you, truth be told. Sometimes it feels like you're teasing me.

Momo: Hehehe!

Momo: Alright, now it's time for my question!

Momo: Ahem.

Momo: What kind of snacks do I have to buy so you'll come over to my place for a drink sometime?

Yamato Nikaido: You're asking me to hang out with you?

Momo: You can tell?

Yamato Nikaido: Sure, I'll come over. And I like Japanese foods, just so you know.

Momo: Hmm, interesting...

Yamato Nikaido: I've been really into roasted stingray recently. Whenever Tsunashi-san and I go drinking, we tend to order some.

Momo: Wow, your tastes must be super refined!

Yamato Nikaido: Tsunashi-san took me to this place that serves really tasty stingray, and that's how I got into it.

Momo: I see! I never knew a spot like that existed. You guys gotta take me with you sometime!

Yamato Nikaido: Of course. It's real good stuff, wouldn't want you to miss out on it.

Momo: When we get back to Japan, we're gonna stop by there, and also a fish market!

Momo: I'll find something that'll make you sting ray connoisseurs' mouths water, and then you and Ryu can come over to my place.

Yamato Nikaido: I wouldn't call us connoisseurs! But I am curious about what first-rate stingray tastes like... So I'm definitely going to take you up on that offer.

Momo: It's gonna be so much fun!

Yamato Nikaido: We should probably buy that baguette you were talking about first, though.

Momo: Yep! Let's buy lots of fruit, too!

Yamato Nikaido: I was actually eyeing that stall over there earlier.

Yamato Nikaido: Instead of fresh produce, they sell dried fruits, nuts, that kind of stuff. They seem like they'd make for tasty snacks.

Momo: Ahaha, more snacks!? I know you like to drink, but now's not the time, Yamato!

Yamato Nikaido: My eyes were instantly drawn to that stall when we started talking about drinking. Couldn't help it.

Momo: Dried fruits do seem like a good treat to go with some wine.

Momo: In any case, let's look around some more!

Yamato Nikaido: Okay.

- - - -

Momo: We bought a ton of stuff..!

Yamato Nikaido: Yeah, no way are we gonna eat all of this without outside help.

Momo: If we give it our all, we just might..!

Yamato Nikaido: I don't recall coming here to have an eating competition.

Momo: I even got a souvenir for Yuki. Check out these dried tomatoes! They're cut up into these cute little slices.

Momo: I bet I could make earrings out of these!

Yamato Nikaido: That'd certainly be... unique?

Momo: Do you think Yuki would like that!?

Yamato Nikaido: I'm pretty sure he'll like just about anything, as long as it's from you.

Momo: Yeah, I guess you're right! Ugh, I wanna give these to him so bad! I can't wait to see how happy he'll be!

Yamato Nikaido: I bought a bunch of stuff, too. Guess even I ended up getting caught up in this lively atmosphere.

Momo: That's not a bad thing, y'know! Doing something and regretting it is better than not doing something and regretting it!

Yamato Nikaido: You're such an optimist!

Momo: Besides, don't you think we'd look nice if we posed for pictures with all these groceries?

Yamato Nikaido: I suppose we would. I'll make our market visit look more authentic.

Momo: Let's have our picture taken, then!

Yamato Nikaido: Sure!

[Snap]

Momo: We look so rustic! Even if we're technically not in the countryside!

Yamato Nikaido: The picture turned out pretty nice.

Momo: Good thing we bought so much stuff, huh!?

Momo: ...Wait, what are those tiny green fruits you've got there, Yamato?

Yamato Nikaido: Kiwi berries. They're supposed to be somewhat of a local specialty.

Yamato Nikaido: I got them for free when I bought all my other fruits. The seller said I had to try them, since they're so good.

Momo: Wow! That was really nice of them!

Momo: They look like grapes... I wonder if they taste the same, too.

Yamato Nikaido: Wanna try some? You don't even have to peel these things.

Momo: Yeah!

Momo: They're so sweet..!

Yamato Nikaido: Yeah. Not bad at all.

Momo: I was expecting them to be way more sour, since they're called kiwi berries.

Momo: I feel like I could eat these all day.

Momo: I can't stop having more~!

Yamato Nikaido: Hmm?

Yamato Nikaido: That man over there is selling oranges, and waving to us.

Momo: What does he want? Are we supposed to try his wares?

Yamato Nikaido: Maybe.

Yamato Nikaido: Why don't we try some oranges, too?

Momo: Absolutely!

Momo: We're gonna empty out this whole market!

Yamato Nikaido: It's like we're actually gonna have an eating competition!

End of Part 3.

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Next up, Nagi & Yuki’s Shuffle Talk Rabbit TVs!

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iwillbeinmynest · 4 years

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Home Is You - Cop!Clint x Reader (f) Part 1/2

Author’s Note: I wanted to do some drabbles so I can break this writer’s block so, I asked @itsanerdlife for a sentence and a character. ....and now I have a two part fic. lol! so much for a drabble But THANK YOU Ama for helping me out and throwing this at me! And for this gorgeous mood board!

Also, I haven’t written for Clint in forever so I feel rusty but whatever, I’m posting anyways.

Prompt: “You feel like home to me and that’s why I love you.”

Word Count: 1.6K

Notes/Warnings: for Part 1: Fluff, like loads of it, stress, worry, kissing, mentions of guns, I think thats it.

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You’d just gotten back from the pool and finished your shower when you heard the click of your hotel room door unlocking.

In nothing but your towel and with your hair dripping wet, you grabbed the handgun from the bathroom counter and pointed it at the floor as you crept to the edge of the short hallway.

You let out a sigh when you recognized his dirty blonde hair and hearing aid.

“Good Lord, Clint. You scared the life outta me!” You fussed at him.

He smirked when he noticed the Sig still in your hand. “At least you grabbed it.”

You smiled and placed it on the bedside table, returning to the bathroom to dry your hair and slip on a t-shirt. “You told me to.”

Clint kicked off his boots and tossed his keys on the desk across from the large queen bed. He pulled his gun from where it sat concealed under his shirt on his hip and placed it on the bedside table. Then, he pulled his badge off his belt and tossed it there, too.

He walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.

When you flipped your head back up, from blow drying it upside down, you were surprised to see him standing there watching you with a smile. “What?” You grinned and your cheeks flushed under his gaze.

He shrugged and shook his head. “Nothin’ just…” He circled his fingers around his face and then pointed at you, signing ‘You’re beautiful.’

You put the dryer down and signed back, ‘You okay?’

He nodded and stepped up to you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m fine.” He said, It was just a long day.

“Does your CO know you’re not staying in the hotel he reserved for you?”

“Of course not,” He chuckled. “Telling your wife where you’re traveling on a case, which she’s not supposed to know about, setting her up in a fancy four star resort and then staying with her when the department is already paying for a motel room, isn’t exactly protocol. Pretty sure I’d be stuck doing the paperwork for my whole unit if he found out.”

You squeezed his waist tighter and chuckled. “Yeah, Good thing you’re an undercover. You’re already great at lying.”

You felt the rumble of a silent laugh in his chest. When you looked at him through the mirror though, you saw something ghost across his expression. It worried you and you pulled back.

“Baby,” You stated.

He shook his head and tried to cover up the wear his day had had on him. But for some reason, around you, he just couldn’t lie. “I’m fine. Just a long day is all.”

You knew the general theme of this case, drugs and muleing but he didn’t tell you the details of what he was seeing just that he had to play the bad guy to catch the bad guys. You were sure he was seeing terrible things and keeping it from you to protect you.

“You wanna get a shower and then we can order room service, maybe pizza?” You offered as a change in subject.

He turned to you and smiled, “Yeah, baby, that’d be nice.”

You smiled back, fighting the urge for him to unload on you. You knew you could handle it and you knew if he bottled up all he was dealing with, one day he’d break.

You closed the bathroom door and left him to his thoughts.

A few minutes later he emerged clean and relaxed, or at least that’s the face he put on for you.

You ordered room service and he found a movie to rent. After your movie the two of you just layed in the bed and listened to music as the sun painted the sky in pastels before the stars came out. You watched the sun set out over the Miami beach and were thankful to be on the fourth floor where you could leave the balcony doors open to feel the breeze and smell the salt air.

Suddenly, Clint wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your stomach. He sighed into your shirt and you placed a hand at the back of his head.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked vaguely. If he wanted to tell you about work he would. No need to pressure him.

He looked up and smiled softly, “I’m just glad to be home, is all.”

“But we’re not even in our state, babe.”

He shook his head and crawled up to take your face in his hands. “Home isn’t a place, Y/N, it’s you. You feel like home to me and that’s why I love you. My job, all the things I see everyday… sometimes it’s hard and sometimes I don’t do too good a job leaving my work at the door…”

You inhaled to argue that he didn’t have to do that but his thumb caught your lips and he shook his head.

“I’m just sayin’,” He continued. “None of it lasts because the second I see you, it all starts to fade away.”

And then he looked at you in a way that made you melt. The kind of way that told you he meant everything he said.

Before he could explain further, you leaned up and caught his lips with yours. You hadn’t meant for the kiss to be so desperate but it was. You were desperate for him, desperate that he’d come home safe every night and desperate for him to be happy.

* * * * * *

The next morning, you woke when Clint turned on the bathroom light. He was getting ready to leave. You looked at the clock. 5:25. You rolled over and pulled the covers higher.

When clint came back out, you heard him shuffle around as he got dressed.

“Just gonna leave without sayin’ bye?” You teased lazily.

He smiled at you over his shoulder as he put on his socks. “I was gonna let you sleep.”

You crawled over and laid down beside where he was sitting. You both stayed silent while he tied his boots up.

“You should call in sick.” You said with eyes closed, too tired to pretend you were anything but.

You felt a hand on your head. “I really wish I could, babe. Believe me, I want nothing more than to stay in bed with you and lounge around the pool all day but then I’d get busted.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I gotta go back to the motel before wake up call. Steve insists on riding in with me.”

“What are you going to be doing today?”

There was a pause as he tried to think of a way to tell you as vaguely as possible. “I’m uh, I have to go and…”

You put a hand on his wrist. “Nevermind, babe.”

“I don’t want you knowin’-”

“Shh,” You said lazily. “Don’t need to explain. It’s fine.”

He leaned down and kissed your temple. “I love you, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t go looking too good at the pool and definitely don’t talk to any guys.”

You scrunched your nose. “But they always compliment my...outfit.” You smirked and crawled back up to your pillow. “I promise, baby, no boys.” You plopped down on the white sheeted mattress and settled back in. “Love you.”

“Love you.” And clint was out the door.

He took a cab back to his motel, a dingey spot far from the beach and very clearly on the same side of town as his work. Low income homes with gangs runnin’ the streets. This was the work he didn’t want Y/N to see. She deserved the luxury like what she was getting at that resort on the water. Sure, back home they didn’t live like kings but he tried to spoil her every once in a while. He figured it helped make up for being married to a train wreck like him.

He slipped into his very worn, very small room and groaned. This place was nasty compared to Y/N’s room. He went to the bathroom and washed his face again to try and get the tired to fade.

He made a cup of coffee and frowned at the taste, “Aww, coffee…”

Before he made it to the sink to pour it out a knock came at the door.

Clint looked to the clock. Exactly 6:15. He rolled his eyes and opened the door.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” Steve smirked.

Clint groaned. “Is the coffee better in your room? It’s garbage in here.”

“You should have grabbed a cup at Y/N’s hotel.”

Clint froze. He turned to Steve who was thoroughly enjoying calling Clint out.

“Does Chief know?” Clint asked, there was no use denying it to his partner but the Chief knowing was important.

“Not yet.”

“How long have you known?”

Steve snorted. “Since the second day out here. I came to pick you up and the bed was made. I knew right then.”

Clint hung his head, rookie mistake. He swore under his breath. “Look, don’t tell the Chief. I wasn’t planning on seeing her. I just wanted to keep tabs on her and spoil her a bit. But… come on, it’s Y/N.”

“Your wife is gorgeous.”

Clint looked at him hard.

Steve threw his hands up. “It’s a fact. I’m not implying anything else.”

“You better not be.”

“Come on, man. I would never. She’s my best friend.”

Clint frowned and picked up his backpack from the dining table. “I’m her bestest friend.” He mumbled.

Seve rolled his eyes and opened the door. “You’re an idiot when it comes to her. Let’s get you coffee.”

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wowweeharrystyles · 4 years

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Part 9 | The Jumpsuit, Falling & (more) Ripped Trousers | 6.1k words

Sequins & Zippers’ Summary: An internship with Harry Lambert transformed into a job of a lifetime - Aurora Del Gatto finds herself touring the world with the one & only Harry Styles as his ‘Head of Wardrobe.’ Aurora is nothing but nerves & excitement as she packs her bags & almost 100 custom designer suits that belong to an unbelievably kind rockstar. She never thought she’d fall in love on top of it all.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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a/n: I hope y’all are doing what you need to during this crazy time. All the love to you all !!! 💕also...a little bit of niall in this part... go stream HBW !!!

The loud knock on the door causes Harry and Aurora to jump and scramble to sit up on the couch.

“Heard there’s a curly headed boy in here!”

A once blonde, now brunette head pops into the doorway. If the irish accent wasn’t enough to give away who it was, his face surely does. Aurora messes with her hair and Harry wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, trying their best to compose themselves. They had made their way back to Harry’s dressing room from the empty arena before Harry was to be pulled away for training, soundcheck and all the usual pre show prep. One thing led to another and the episode of Friends Aurora had pressed play on was long forgotten.

“Niall!” Harry exclaims, jumping off the couch. He hugs his old friend as Aurora is frozen on the couch. Harry hadn’t even mentioned the possibility of Niall coming to the show tonight. It didn’t even cross Aurora’s mind that in Dublin (duh), that Niall might be in attendance. A deer in headlights describes Aurora best at this moment. “Haven’t seen ‘ur hair this messy in ages! Who do you have here with you?” Niall jokes, his laugh filling the space. When Harry steps out of the doorway to invite Niall in, he fixes his hair and Niall’s laughter stops. Niall lets out a surprised “Oh,” with a small laugh.

“Uh, Niall, this is Ror- uh, Aurora,” he corrects himself, a dopey smile forming on his face.

“Lovely to meet you, Aurora,” Niall offers a hand out to her.

“Wasn’t how I was intending to introduce the 2 of you, but here we are,” Harry adds.

“Uh, great to meet you as well, Niall,” Aurora says as she stands up. She shakes his hand. “Harry, you could’ve said he was coming,” Aurora comments directly to Harry.

“It wasn’t for sure yet and I kind of wanted it to be a surprise,” Harry tells Aurora.

“A surprise?” Niall questions. “For Aurora?” He continues to question as he gestures to Aurora, a small look of confusion on his face.

“Ugg,” Aurora groans, to no one in particular, “Harry, please don’t.”

“Hey, if you’re going to rub in my face that you were once a ‘Niall girl’,” he uses air quotes to pester her more, “then I’m going to have some fun with it.” Niall’s laugh echoes off the walls of the dressing room.

“I’m gonna need more of a story behind this,” Niall says through bouts of laughter.

Aurora groans again, rolling her eyes at Harry before turning back to Niall. “Wish we could've had this conversation over some drinks, but here we are.”

“We could get drinks right now, I know where the bar is,” Niall adds.

“I’m technically working… so drinking is a no,”

“But making out on the couch is fine?” Harry asks through a chuckle, Niall’s laugh joins in.

“Oh god, the 2 of you together is really gonna be like this huh?”

“Like what?” Harry asks.

“You 2 picking on me and just overall, chaotic.” The 2 former bandmates shrug their shoulders when they make eye contact.

“Anyways,” Niall circles back to the original request, “I need the story. Correct me if I’m wrong, but did Harry say ‘Niall girl’?”

“He sure did. I made the mistake to share that I once had One Direction posters on my wall growing up. Definitely pumped Harry’s ego a bit and I had to bring it down by informing him that I was a quote unquote a Niall Girl back then.” Aurora sighs and then laughs at the face Niall is making at Harry. “Ni, you don’t have a chance anymore, so stop even entertaining the thought in your head,” Harry says as he tosses an arm around Aurora’s shoulders.

“How much does it kill you that she had posters of me in her room?” Niall asks Harry.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Harry states with a straight face.

“Can we not talk about any of this anymore?” Aurora questions, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment still. Both Harry and Niall’s laughter fill the room once again and Aurora can’t help but smile at the 2 old friends.

Harry ushers them both to the empty couch and chairs to sit back down. Niall opts for the chair after grabbing a sparkling water from the fridge under the vanity counter. Niall seems carefree and comfortable. Harry doesn’t talk much about being in the band or the other guys much. It’s not that he avoids it at all costs. If it comes up he’ll talk but he doesn’t volunteer the conversation himself. Aurora does know that he keeps in touch with Niall the most. She had caught him giggling at something on his phone recently and when she asked what it was all he said was that Niall sent him a joke.

“I’ve seen the suits you’ve got our boy Harold in, they’re incredible, really,” Niall comments to Aurora.

“Oh, yeah, I only helped pick some of them out, thanks though,” Aurora says shyly.

“Don’t do that,” Harry interrupts. “You’ve done more than that.” Aurora only blushes slightly and shakes her head.

“Getting him in clothes is the hardest part, honestly,” Niall comments.

“Why does everyone say that?” Aurora questions. “Gemma made the same comment and Lambert alluded to it as well.”

“Harry over here was barely dressed half the time and would put up a fight when he was told to put pants or a shirt on for anything. Quite a show off back in the day,” Niall shares.

Aurora laughs, “Well, I haven’t had much trouble.”

“Think there’s something more in it for him when he listens,” Niall says.

Harry rolls his eyes at Niall. An alarm rings from Harry’s phone.

“I’ve gotta head to sound check, wanna come with, Ni?” Harry asks as he stands up. Niall agrees to join and the 2 boys stand up to leave.

“Have a good sound check,” Aurora says before pressing a kiss to his lips quickly. “Niall, seriously it was great meeting you. I’m assuming you’re staying for the show?” He nods, “Great, I’ll see you later then.”

“Great to meet you too. See you later, Aurora,” Niall says, his blue eyes bright and his irish accent strong.

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Harry’s dressing room becomes a common room tonight and by the time Harry has to get ready, his whole band is in here. Niall’s tagged along with Harry since he got here earlier and Aurora has enjoyed the commotion for once. Niall is sharing a story about one of the many shows they had done together when Aurora finishes prepping Harry’s jumpsuit for the show. She joins Sarah on the couch while waiting for Harry to be done with Ayae.

“He falls flat on his arse,” Niall continues telling the story. “In front of a sold out arena. No idea what he even tripped on or anything, to this day.”

“Hey!” Harry interrupts. “There was a loose flap on the stage!” He defends.

“Buddy, I really don’t think there was, but keep telling people that if it makes you feel better.” Harry rolls his eyes at Niall.

“Ror, I’m ready!” Harry says as he walks towards the wardrobe cases. Aurora gets off the couch to help get him into the jumpsuit.

“Hey, Mully just messaged saying he was here,” Niall says to Harry. “I’m gonna go find him.” Harry and Niall hug for a moment, a few pats on the back, Niall wishing him good luck. Aurora smiles at the two. No love was lost between them. Though Aurora doesn’t know everything about what that time was like, she's grateful that behind all the rumors and drama Harry and Niall still get along like they did when they first met on the X Factor. She’s most grateful for the fact that Harry has someone who understands it all. Someone who can relate to him and someone to share those memories with. She’s supportive and understands what she can but she wasn’t there.

Harry’s band, Ayae and Helene follow Niall out the door leaving Aurora and Harry alone, just as it happens every night.

“Okay, here ya go,” Aurora says as she hands off the jump suit to Harry. He steps into the jumpsuit and pulls the sleeves up on his shoulders. He lets out a grunt when he goes to button it close. “What?” Aurora asks with a look of worry on her face.

“Uhm, fits a bit tighter than it did last,” Harry says slowly.

“Oh no…. Can you close it?”

“I mean, yeah, I think it’ll be fine, just not as roomy as it was for the Late Late Show.” Harry fastens the buttons up the front and adjusts the fabric in a few spots before he looks up to Aurora.

“Turn around for me,” she directs to inspect that it’s still okay to perform in. As he turns around Aurora’s jaw drops, “Oh.” The jumpsuit certainly fits tighter than it did last. “Uh, is it comfortable?” She stutters out.

“Uh yeah,” Harry moves around a bit. “Does it look okay?”

“Honest?”

“Well, yeah,” Harry says, slightly confused.

“So uh, it definitely fits tighter… but it looks really good.” It’s all that Aurora can say. Her brain actually cannot form anymore full sentences. It’s not that the jump suit looked bad when he wore it for the Kiwi performance on the Late Late Show almost a year ago, it’s just that it looks better than it did. Harry turns to Aurora to try to figure out what she’s thinking.

“What?” Harry asks when Aurora’s face is unreadable. He chuckles a little when her cheeks turn a light shade of pink under his gaze.

“Well your ass looks great.”

“Rory!” Harry yells, almost startled by the comment coming from her.

“What?! It’s the truth!” She says with a short laugh. “Let’s just say all those training sessions are doing their job.” Harry shakes his head, a small huff coming out of his mouth before a dimple inducing smile covers his face. He’s drawn towards Aurora and the look in her eyes. He can’t put his finger on it. When he gets his hands around her waist, instinctively he pulls her as close as she can get to him. Her hands grab on his shoulders and then slide down to his biceps. She lets out a small giggle as Harry presses his face into her neck, his lips landing on the soft skin below her ear. Aurora moves her hands to his chest to push him away from her to get him to stop tickling her neck with the soft touch of his lips. Pressing up to her toes, she kisses him square on the lips quickly before she pulls away from his hold. “Just don’t stop training.”

She pretends like nothing has happened and goes to grab Harry’s socks and shoes. She openly watches him as he puts them on. She follows him into the large, echoey bathroom as she always does. Hopping onto the counter she watches as he goes through his routine.

“So what’d you think of Niall?” Harry asks curiously, his face reads a hint of caution but also approval. Being the one member he has stayed in contact with the most, he’s hoping she likes him as much as he does. He’s also nervous. He’d be lying if he said the image of Aurora’s childhood bedroom with Niall’s face plastered on the walls wasn’t haunting his mind.

Aurora can see his brain churning as he asks the question and she smiles a little at the almost nervous look that is now on his face. “Crazy to meet him if I’m honest,” she shrugs. She sees Harry take a deep breath, his shoulders rising but not falling when he breathes out a shallow breath. “I’m glad you’ve kept in contact with him.” Aurora’s trying to direct the conversation to be about Niall and Harry not Niall and Aurora. She can tell he’s thinking too much. “Harry?” He hums at her as he finishes brushing his teeth. “You know, even though I had posters of Niall on my walls, I did take them down a long time ago. My mom found them in the back of my closet and they were there for a reason.” She sighs. He thinks too much and there’s reasons he thinks too much. She just doesn’t know why yet, but that conversation is for another day. “Babe,” at the pet name, Harry looks at her, “Niall wasn’t the one who took care of me when I burned my arm with a steamer. He doesn’t bring me coffee exactly how I like it or flirt with me by getting me new sneakers,” she laughs lightly. “He doesn’t make me laugh on a daily basis or know exactly when I could use a hug.” Now Aurora has hopped off the counter and is standing next to Harry, looking at him in the mirror. “He’s not you. He never will be no matter what. I may have had posters of him on my walls 4 years ago but that doesn’t matter anymore.” Aurora turns to face Harry and he follows her movement so they’re face to face now. She tucks a rogue curl back into place before continuing. “You’re all that matters, okay? I’m here, with you, yeah? Please stop thinking so much,” she pleads. Harry nods minutely. A small smile appears on his face, the cliche twinkle is back in his eye and he uses one hand to pull Aurora’s face to his, kissing her softly.

“You know I get in my head a lot,” Harry says quietly when they pull apart from each other. Aurora offers a small smile and sighs at him.

“I know, but you need to talk to me about it. Tell me when something isn’t sitting right, tell me anything. I can read you pretty well but I can only do so much.”

“Promise I’ll work on it as long as you promise me you’re a Harry girl now,” he mocks. Aurora groans as she pulls away from his hold.

“You know, you’re really good at ruining the moment?” She jokes as she walks back to the main part of the dressing room.

“You can’t deny you don’t adore it!” Harry yells back. She laughs and it echoes through both rooms and it makes Harry smile.

Aurora turns around when she hears him walk back through the door. There’s still a ghost of a smile on his face when he looks at her. She huffs, unable to form a thought when she goes to give the last look on his jumpsuit.

“What?” Harry questions, a sparkle in his eye.

“Nothing,” she brushes her thoughts away. Harry raises an eyebrow at her in question. “You look really good,” she admits with a shrug before turning away from him. She starts to pick up a few things to put away but Harry is quick to grab her waist and turn her around. She only sees the smile that’s covered his face for a moment before his lips are on hers.

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Everyone has been spending the extra days off at the hotel’s private pool. They nap and read and just enjoy the time off. Harry and Aurora are sitting on a cushion covered wooden sectional that sits in the corner of the pool area covered by large yellow and white umbrellas. Regardless of the heat, Aurora snuggled into Harry’s side, his feet crossed at the ankle, propped up on the bench in front of them and his arm around her shoulders. He has one of his woven fedoras on and sunglasses covering his eyes. Aurora traces over the butterfly tattoo on his stomach, idly as he hums and rests his head on top of hers.

“This is nice,” he repeats for the hundredth time this afternoon. Aurora giggles in response. Harry turns his head and places a soft kiss to her hair. Harry starts humming again.

“Is that a new one?” Aurora asks.

“Ahhh not yet, just a little melody that’s been stuck in my head.”

“Are you writing for the next album?” She asks as she reaches for his cross necklace. Aurora fiddles with it between her thumb and pointer finger.

“Not purposefully. I’ll write whatever comes to me or record a voice note or something so I can use it later if I want. But not really thinking about the next album yet. I want to enjoy the tour and the first album more before I get into the next ” he shares, looking down at her.

“That makes sense. It seemed like it was always a quick turnaround for the band. Must be nice to enjoy it all and not have to think about the next thing when you’ve just started the first thing. ” She drops the necklace and her hand slides up the side of his neck and stops at his jawline. Aurora’s fingers trace lightly over the harshness of it.

“Yeah it’s been nice, more enjoyable” he smiles down at her. “Not that it wasn’t enjoyable-”

“Don’t have to explain yourself, I understand what you’re saying.” Aurora’s fingers don’t leave his jawline, only grip it harder to bring his face down to hers. His breath fans out across her face before his lips land on hers. She smiles when he pulls away for a brief moment. He mirrors her smile before going in to kiss her again. Between their smiles and the small giggles coming from both of them, they barely can connect their lips.

It’s when they’re laying in the same spot later, cold margaritas on the table nearby, the sun setting off in the distance when Aurora gets a glimpse of Harry that makes her heart swell. His face is soft as he enjoys the view. A tint of red covers the top of his cheeks and nose, the sun having made a mark. Everything feels so normal, so mundane. Three full days spent in the Australian sun has only made Aurora’s heart grow fonder of the curly headed boy that she’s tucked into. With nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company, laugh with their friends and soak up the sun, she’s had a lot of time to think about everything. She’s thought about how thankful she is that this is her life, that while working, this is the break she gets to take, that her job is to dress the man she’s falling in love with. She’s thought about that last part a lot. She’s not sure she’s falling in love with him so much as already fallen in love with him. She’s there. She fell and she fell hard and she’s there. She’s fallen so hard that a small glimpse of him in the light of the sunset is enough to make her want to give her whole self to him.

Aurora thinks about it the whole way back to the hotel room. Harry even asks why she’s so quiet. When she responds with “just thinking” he doesn’t stop the questioning there.

“Ror,” he whispers.

“What? You’re the only one who can think too much?” Aurora jokes as they walk into the elevator.

Harry sighs as a small smile ghosts his face, “what’re you thinking about, love?”

“Uhm, can I tell you once I’ve figured it out?”

Harry angles his body towards her so he can see her face completely. He pulls her closer to him with the hand that is at her waist. He kisses the top of her cheek then her temple. “Sure,” he says quietly, “just don’t go making up stories in that pretty little head of yours, okay?” Aurora nods.

Once they get back to the hotel room both of them take their turns to shower and get ready for bed. Aurora’s sitting on the bed, Harry’s rolling stone tshirt on and scrolling through her phone when Harry walks out of the bathroom.

“Did you call your mum?” he asks. Aurora mentioned that she wanted to when he hopped into the shower.

“Mom was asleep, but I called Leila,” Aurora explains.

“How is your sister?” He asks as he wrings out his hair with the towel one last time, tossing it back in the bathroom.

“Good…” she answers broadly, not totally focused on the conversation.

“Ror, you’re still thinking hard about something.”

“Yeah, no, I know. Promise I’m fine. Leila helped a bit.” Harry gives her a questioning look as he sits down on the bed with her. “I’m still trying to work it out in my head, okay?” He nods slowly at her. “We’re fine. I promise we are. Nothing to worry about,” she explains as she reaches for him. She’s endeared by the caring look in his eyes. He looks rested and calm and his skin has tanned a bit.

She pulls him into her rather than finding her spot tucked into his side. His hair is still damp and she knows if she touches it too much it’ll go all frizzy. So instead, she smoothes it down so it doesn’t tickle her neck too much. He willingly wraps his arms around her torso, his legs automatically finding her bare ones underneath the sheets and weaving with them. Subconsciously she starts to trace the ink that litters his arm.

“Ready for the show tomorrow?” Aurora asks after some silence.

“Yeah,” he answers slowly.

“Is it hard to go back to touringn after a small break?” She asks, curious. She always hated going back to school or work after long weekends or short trips. His job is different but it’s work, all the same.

“Uhm, it normally is a bit hard yeah, but feels a bit different now, this time.”

“What’d you mean by that?”

“It’s all a bit different now, used to be such a routine, go home for a few days or family and friends would come to me when I had a few days. It was always so hard when they left and I had to get back to work. Not that-”

“Not that you didn’t enjoy it,” Aurora finishes for him.

“I say that a lot, huh?”

“Don’t need to explain it to me, remember? I understand.” Harry sighs at Aurora’s words and lets his hand that's sitting on her hip find the hem of his t-shirt she’s wearing and slid underneath. He gives the skin at her hip a light squeeze before he lets the heat from his hand radiate on the skin there and rub circles into her flesh haphazardly.

“Right, well it was hard then cause I’d have to say goodbye and it was always for an unknown amount of time. I should’ve been going back to work well rested but I would stay up for hours in the night dreading having to leave or them leaving me.” Harry stops his movements and wraps his arms around Aurora tighter, his face burying itself in Aurora’s neck and breathing in the smell of her shampoo. He pulls his head away only for a moment to share the rest of his explanation. “But it’s different now because it’s my tour and it isn’t how it used to be and I’ve got you with me. And as long as you’re not planning on going anywhere I don't’ have to dread going back to work cause you’ll be there too.”

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Aurora decides to watch from the mix tonight in Melbourne and by the time Harry makes his way to the Bstage she doesn’t regret the choice at all. Harry can spot her any night, but tonight is different. He catches a glimpse of her as he walks up the metal stairs, Mitch following not far behind. She still has on the black and white floral jacket. The one he wore years ago. The one he gave her, while sitting on the very stage he’s walking up. Only the stage was in an arena in a different continent. His smile mocked the glimmer of the gold foil on his suit and shined right up until the moment he focused on the next song.

“One, two, three, four,” he almost whispers into the mic. Mitch starts to play the guitar and Aurora’s heart swells when Harry starts singing ‘Sweet Creature.’

If anyone would ask Aurora what her favourite song of Harry’s is she’d probably end up listing the whole album. Right now though, her favourite is ‘Sweet Creature.’ If it were actually possible, his vocals would melt her heart into nothing. There’s something about it stripped down like this, it’s the most similar to how he sings when he’s on his own, when he’s with Aurora. It's the most similar to how he sounds when he’s in the shower or when he’s getting ready in the mornings. He’ll sing his current and old favourites and sometimes mess around with the melody of some of his own.

“You will bring me home,” he belts. “Sweet creature, sweet creature, when I run out of road,” he sings with his eyes closed, full heart and soul poured into each note. He lets the audience sing the next line. As Mitch’s guitar fills the speakers on its own and the audience screams louder, Aurora can tell Harry is trying to avoid turning in her direction but he can’t fight it. He turns his head to where she’s standing. She watches as his jaw softens. His eyes search the small section he knows Aurora’s standing in. When he finds her, a smile appears on his face. A dimple and the crinkles at his eyes follow the turn of his lips. His eyes twinkle. Maybe from the lights. Maybe it’s the result of the emotion of the song. Maybe it’s because he’s just seen the girl he’s in love with, singing along to his own song, in his old jacket with a look on her face that could be described as nothing short of absolute adoration.

He doesn’t linger long. He knows that he can’t stare at her from the stage forever and his cue is coming soon for the last line of the song.

“You will bring me home,” his voice sounds through the speakers, deep and clear. It rattles Aurora’s chest a bit.

Harry thanks Mitch and grabs his own guitar, now solo on the small stage. Even though Aurora can’t pick one favourite from Harry’s album she could give you at least her top 5 favourite One Direction songs. ‘If I Could Fly’ is without a doubt in the top 5. Aurora does think Harry’s version on his own is the best version of it. Every night she’s thoroughly entertained when Harry tries to quiet the audience before he asks them to sing the chorus for him. She can’t help but take on the smile that appears on his face when the entire audience is singing, in unison, the song he poured his heart into years ago.

As the song comes to an end and the opening of ‘Anna’ begins, Aurora’s eyes follow Harry as he walks down the stairs and back up the path that is littered with flowers and sparkles and signs and fans yelling his name. She sees the pile of flowers that sit on top of a crate at the edge of the mix near the bstage stairs and smiles. She can’t help but think how lucky she is to be standing here, wearing the Gucci jacket of dreams, getting to dress the rockstar that has just tossed his planet painted guitar over his chest and falling in love with him all at the same time.

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The golden Calvin Klein suit is the last Aurora can take, she thinks. He screams sunshine in this. Just like that day in Amsterdam - so many things go back to that day in Amsterdam - the bright golden colour of the suit has the same effect that the yellow t-shirt did.

Aurora's tucked up in the corner of the couch in Harry’s dressing room. Harry is sitting in the chair in front of the vanity mirror, Ayae fixing his curls after Harry messed them up a few minutes ago. She can’t stop catching his eyes in the mirror and they both laugh quietly each time. When his hair is back in place and Harry thanks Ayae, he walks to where Aurora is on the couch. He raises an eyebrow up at her.

“You know,” Aurora starts, “there’s this thing,” she laughs nervously. “I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s gonna sound crazy, but you’re-you’re like,” she pauses before continuing, “sunshine. My own personal sunshine.” Harry tries to hide a smile as he places his hand on top of Aurora’s that is resting on her knee. He bends down and presses a kiss to the top of Aurora’s head.

“Don’t sound crazy to me, love. If I look like sunshine to you, then I'm your sunshine.”

Aurora pulls her hand out from underneath Harry's and grabs his face with both of them. She locks eyes with him for a short moment before pulling him down for a kiss.

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Aurora and Helene are laughing while looking through the photos Helene took during the show tonight in Sydney. Some of the photos of Harry are quite entertaining to say the least.

“This one!” Aurora yells when Helene clicks to the next photo. “You have to post this one.” Helene laughs at Aurora’s eagerness. “It’s perfect.”

“Oh is it?” Helene pesters.

“His hair looks incredible. The lighting is perfect,” Aurora compliments. “And- and,” she stutters out, “he looks like sunshine.”

“You’re really in love with him, huh?” Helene asks with a newly serious tone. Aurora smiles at her before sighing.

“I mean, yeah,” she shrugs as if it’s not that scary. As if being in love with the world's biggest pop star isn’t something to be scared of. Like it’s not this terrifying idea, cause it’s not. At least not right at this moment.

He’s her sunshine and she’s in love.

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“Do not tell me that was the sound of something ripping!” Aurora yells from across the large backstage space in Brisbane. She doesn’t dare to turn around to see the chaos that is happening surrounding the ping pong tables. She takes a deep breath as silence fills the room. Silence apart from Harry's laugh, that is.

“Oh, Rory,” Harry calls through fits of laughter.

When Aurora turns around her jaw drops and she has to force herself to take a deep breath so she doesn’t yell.

“15 minutes!” calls the stage manager. Aurora’s heart sinks before it starts to beat rapidly.

“Fucking hell,” she whispers to herself. “Take them off, I gotta fix ‘em,” she tells Harry as she reaches into her bag to find a needle and black thread.

“I’ll just put a different pair on. It’s fine,” Harry says as he walks towards Aurora.

“It’s not fine Harry. I’d have to steam another pair of pants, which will take more time than we have and anyways, we don’t have any other options. We only packed what was needed for the Australia shows.” Aurora is frustrated. 15 minutes before the show? Really?

“Oh,” is all Harry lets out as he slips out of the ripped pants.

“You just had to be doing trick shots right before the show, huh?” Aurora half laughs, half scolds as she sits down to stitch the rip up the inside of the leg of his pants.

“Sorry, Ror,” he offers as he begins to watch her get to work but his name is called back at the ping pong tables and he runs back to his game.

“Should probably put your shirt and jacket on at least!” Aurora calls after him, not looking up. “Won’t have a minute to spare once they're finished!” She doesn’t look up, too focused on the work at hand. It’s not till she hears the band and stage crew cheer not 2 minutes later that she looks up.

Harry’s standing at one end of the ping pong table with only his boxers and tall black socks on, a look of pride covering his face. The paddle outstretched in one hand and he’s taking in the cheers as he does on stage.

Now Aurora’s angry. Here she is doing her job, trying to fix the pants Harry has ripped almost the entire length of while Harry is off, still playing around, now 10 minutes till the show is supposed to begin.

“Rory!” he sings. “How’s my girl doing over here?”

“Not your girl right now,” she says shortly. She doesn’t look up to him. She just keeps focusing on weaving the thread in and out of the black fabric. She does see his feet stop in its place, just at the edge of her range of sight. Backstage begins to quiet down a bit.

Harry’s band gathers at the stage door ready to go when they're told to do so. There’s murmurs from the stage crew as they get everything ready. Aurora takes a deep breath to try and calm the shakiness in her hands.

“Ror, why’re you shaking?” Harry whispers. Aurora hears the click of Helene’s camera.

“Trying to fix your pants, less than 10 minutes till the show,” she answers quickly.

“I can go on stage late, it’s fine. Take your time, love.”

“Harry, please, I’m not your girl right now, I'm not ‘love’, I’m trying to do my job. Just let me fix these, I’ll call you when they’re ready. Now, go put on your tank and jacket, please.” Aurora isn’t messing around and Harry’s figured that out now.

“Yeah, okay,” he says solemnly. “Pushing start time by 10 minutes!” the stage manager announces instead of giving the 5 minute warning. “Officially, 15 minutes till new start time!

Although Aurora is angry with Harry for ripping his pants in the first place and now pushing back the show to accommodate her she relaxes a bit and her hands calm down.

A few minute pass and when she knots the final stitch she calls for Harry. Standing up from her spot she turns the pants right side out. When she finally looks away from the pants she sees Harry standing in front of her, the top half of his body much more covered than the bottom half.

“Thank you” he whispers to Aurora as he takes his pants from her. “I’m sorry,” he says as he buttons them close. When she meets his eyes she can’t help but smile softly at him. She sighs heavily, weaving the needle that’s still in her hand on the shoulder of her shirt, just like her mom always does.

“Out of all the suits to rip before the show it was the simple black Givency one. Really?” Aurora messes with the collar of his jacket quickly, pulling it so it sits evenly on his shoulders. “Gotta respect me when I’m working okay? I’m here to be your ‘Head of Wardrobe’ first.” Harry nods, understanding. “I know the line is blurry, but when I’m trying to fix your clothes in a timely manner and you’re acting like a spoiled rockstar, you gotta check yourself. I’ll be your girlfriend after the show and we can laugh about how you ripped the entire inside seam of your pants then. Right now, though, I’m annoyed and a little angry. You shouldn’t have been playing ping pong like that in your suit in the first place, but I am not your mother, so, yeah.” Aurora shakes her head.

“I’m sorry,” Harry offers again.

“Thank you, but it’s fine. We’ll figure this out eventually,’ Aurora shrugs. “You’re all set. Good luck,” she says as she pushes him towards the stage door.

“Be my girl for a minute?” Aurora’s eyebrows furrow at the question. “Just want a good luck kiss,” he explains.

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” Aurora says challengingly.

“You’re not making the line any clearer,” he challenges back.

“Shut up and let me kiss you,” Aurora states as she grabs his face in both of her hands. His hands find a grip on her waist before dipping his head down and meeting their lips lightly. He lets one hand drop, the other smoothing around her waist so he can hold her whole body with the one. He presses another kiss to her lips before he pulls away. He grabs her waist tightly once more and presses a kiss to her cheek.

She watches as the sound manager sets up his in-ear and weaves it through the back of his jacket. Harry adjusts the cords and the piece in his ear quickly and spares a last look at Aurora who’s standing where he left her, arms now crossed against her chest, smiling back at him. He mirrors her bright smile for a quick moment before turning around and disappearing through the doors.

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You’re a snack - Tom Holland x reader

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warnings: curse words, the usual, also there are so many god-awful puns in this im sorry

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Hello! I’m back with a blurb, I browsed Tumblr one night and I came across the prompt “I buy lunch at this grocery store every day and you're always there and you're my favourite cashier.” So! Enjoy this, its pure fluff!

You had a favourite grocery store that was your go-to store, no matter what. Usually it was to buy lunches to bring to work, other times you went there to pick up veggies and produce as such. A few weeks ago however, there was a new cashier. A really, really cute one with big brown eyes, a wide smile, gorgeous thick curly hair and a hell of a body from what you could tell. He was your favourite cashier because he'd been in each time you came in to buy stuff and you found that he was always smiling, laughing and always helping people.

Whether it be old ladies or teenage boys. He was a charmer for sure and just like the old ladies, you were smitten by him even though you'd hardly spoken to him. You simply admired him from a bit of a distance, the few times he'd been at the cash register to check your things out, he would say hello with a blush. You had no idea why either, it was the strangest thing, but he made you feel much the same. Like whenever you were in his presence you couldn't help but to fumble over your words and blush furiously, feeling your palms sweat and heart race. You were a grown woman for christ sake! A boy, albeit a really cute one, shouldn't have this effect on you, yet alas, here you were. You stood in line, waiting to get your groceries checked out, having 3 people infront of you, when the cashier currently sitting there scanning the peoples things, got swapped out, due for a break and in came the cute boy. You inwardly groaned at the state he'd be seeing you in now. Dressed in gray sweats, an over-sized baby-blue sweater with gold thread in it, your hair up in a bun on the top of your head and no makeup on, your glasses perched ontop of your nose. You felt a right mess, and he looked like a God. It finally came to be your turn, you gave the cute boy a small smile, the tag on his shirt saying "Tom", as you lined up your groceries on the band. You thought nothing of it when he scanned the beans you had, when all of a sudden you heard him say, "How ya bean?" and you looked over at him, mouth slightly parted, seeing the cheeky grin on his face. "Did you just...make a pun out of my groceries?" you asked trying to keep a straight face. "Maybe, taters gonna tate," he grinned mischievously as he scanned your potatoes. "But.. how have you bean?" he pressed and you laughed softly, "I've bean good, how about yourself?" you grinned, glancing at him, biting your lip. "I'm doing berry good thanks for asking," he smiled, looking at you. You let out a louder laugh slapping your hand over your face trying your damndest to not let it show just how fucking endearing you thought he was with his stupid ass puns. This was ridiculous, but in the best way possible. "Good god, that was horrible," you laughed hopelessly, letting him finish scanning your groceries and you paid, "But I made you smile right?" he asked adorably and you couldn't help but blush. "You did," you smiled, bagging your things, "Kale me crazy, but I'm glad I used those puns on you," he grinned and you let out another laugh, "I'm glad you did too," you smirked, "Have a nice day," you smiled at him, seeing him perk up, "Thanks a bunch!" he happily said making you laugh once again, he had a pun for everything didn't he?

Once you had left, your heart was beating faster than normally, that had been your first exchange and already you wanted more. You wanted to go back there and see what other puns he had in store for you the next time you went grocery shopping. ....

That happened a couple of days later, when you were running low on some fruits, so you stood in the fruit isle looking at the oranges there, when all of a sudden you heard a voice say, "Orange you glad to see me?" you turned around seeing Tom there grinning at you, making butterflies in your stomach go crazy, you bit your lip looking over at your left and you picked up a kiwi, "You've gotta be kiwi-ing me," you giggled and he raised his eyebrows impressed. "Well done," he applauded and you blushed, "Thank you, as you can tell I worked hard on that one, can't have you upstaging me all the time," you giggled, picking up a few oranges, putting them in your cart. "I ap-peach-iate your hard work," he smirked and you groaned at that.

"No, that's awful!" you said, but your lips tugged up in a smile nonetheless. "You loved it!" he boasted and you shook your head giggling, "I hated it," you giggled bluffing and he knew it, which just made him laugh.

And oh, what a laugh. It could cure all bad things in the world, it was such a pure and infectious laughter that made you want to laugh along with him.

"Well, now that there's been an ice-breaker, what's your name?" he asked looking at you with those big eyes of his, a smile resting on his face. "Oh, uhm it's Y/N," you said seeing his face lit up. "Y/N," he tried out making your heart skip a beat at how good your name sounded coming from his mouth. "You've definitely made grocery shopping much more fun," you admitted and he absolutely glowed at hearing that, "Yeah?" he said hopefully and you nodded, looking around you seeing how empty the store was, you bit your lip now before looking up at him, "Do you uhm, wanna help me? Shop for groceries?" you asked, feeling your cheeks redden. In all honesty, you just wanted to spend a bit more time with him. His face brightened up at your request though which relieved you, knowing he'd say yes now. Maybe you weren't reading the signals wrong after all. Sometimes self-doubt could be such a bitch. "I'd love too," he smiled, reaching over and taking your cart from you. You bit your lip, hiding a smile as you picked up some of the things you needed. "Look at you all gentleman-y and all," you teased and he let out a small laugh, "Well of course," he pretend curtsied and you laughed loudly at his antics. You stopped and put in some carrots in the cart. "Do you use horrible puns on all of your customers?" you asked curiously, looking over at him seeing him blush at the question, right before a cheeky grin took over his face. "Hey! They're not horrible!" he protested, "Only the really gorgeous ones though," he winked making you blush in turn. "You think I'm gorgeous?" "Hell yeah, so much that I find you very a-peel-ing," he smirked and you snorted, "You're not too bad yourself," you admitted with a grin. "Well thank you! So, how about going on a date with me then?" he bravely asked looking right at you, "Are you leaving the puns at home then?" you retorted and he laughed softly, "Now you're just being un-raisin-able," making you sigh dramatically, "Yes, I would very much like to go on a date with you. Puns and all," you smiled seeing the smile spreading on his face too. "Yeah?" he affirmed and you nodded. He hummed to himself with a grin, "Yeah, you're fun and very charming, I wanna see where this could lead," you admitted and he nodded, "I feel the same about you," he smiled at you and you felt butterflies fill your stomach hearing him say that about you. "Thank you," you said suddenly feeling shy and he noticed,

"How about tonight?" he asked smoothly, stopping when you did, adding some bacon to your cart, "Tonight works," you said with a grin and he did too now. You felt so relieved and now you were getting excited for tonight, "Yeah? Hang on," he said and you looked at him seeing him pull out his phone and he tapped on it for a moment, before he pushed it into your hands. You added your number into his phone quickly, handing it back. "I get off at 7," he said and you couldn't help but to smirk, "Oh do you now?" you asked sassily and he rolled his eyes, "Well look at you, getting ballsy," he smirked and you giggled with a small blush. "Wouldn't you like to know just how ballsy I can get," you countered and he bit his lip, eyes darkening just a little at the suggestion. "I'm not opposed," he said with a wink and you blushed even more. "Let's get through our date first Casanova," you got out and he chuckled, nodding, "As I was saying," he started with a mock-pointed stare at you, "I get off at 7, how does it work for you?" he asked, "That works for me, I can come by here and we can figure out where to go after that?" you asked a little unsure, looking at him, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea actually. I've got some stuff here so I can shower, so how about you come by here around 7:20?" he pondered and you couldn't help but to just admire his beauty, you nearly forgot what he asked you. "Hm? Oh! Yes, that works for me," you grinned and you saw the smile spread on his face. "I'm really fucking pumped," he said almost shyly and you felt so relieved to hear him say that, "I am too," you laughed softly, both of you making your way to the cash register and he got in behind and checked your things out. The both of you checking eachother out, without saying much, but it felt very comfortable so you didn't mind it. "I'll text you later," he smiled when you were all done and you couldn't help but to smile yourself, "I look forward to it, and to tonight," you blushed seeing his smile get even bigger. You were so excited, that as soon as you left the store you let out a small squeal. .... You waited outside of the store where Tom told you to. Once you had gotten home you had spent the entire afternoon texting him, the both of you getting to know eachother even more.

You felt giddy, like you were 15 years old again talking to your first ever crush. You didn't know it was possible to feel so giddy and excited over a date, but what made you feel more reassured was that Tom was equally as excited, you knew it before he said so. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, the door opened and Tom walked out, effectively knocking the breath out of your lungs. He looked delicious enough to eat in a pair of dark blue jeans, a snug white t-shirt that showed off the contours of his abs through the shirt and a leather jacket and a baseball cap on backwards. You eyed him up and down licking your lips, not realising that he was doing the very same thing to you. "Well, hello," he smirked reaching over giving you a hug. You melted slightly in his arms and you discreetly breathed in his cologne. He smelled so good, very fresh, you couldn't put your finger on the smell, but it was very much Tom. "Hi," you replied slightly muffled by his jacket, slowly the two of you pulling away ever so slightly and he wasted no time in taking your hand, lacing your fingers together. "You look rad-ishing," he said as you began walking and you let out a groan, "For fucks sake," you said before you burst out laughing, "You look really rad-ishing too," you said giving his hand a squeeze. "Thanks babe," he grinned making your heart race at the pet name he used on you. "What a spud muffin you are," you giggled and he let out a laugh, "Well well, have I rubbed off on you?" he asked cheekily and you grinned, "You wish you could rub one off on me," you said confidently seeing his eyes widen just a smidge before he laughed even more, "We're gonna have a great time tonight, you and me," he promised and all of a sudden you felt anticipation, but for a whole other reason. "I sure hope so," you winked "Well, plans are made, I've oranged everything so let's head to dinner," he grinned and you giggled,

“Let's go then, but first...I think you should egg-plant a kiss on me," you said shyly. He stopped and turned towards you, his lips quirked up in a wide smile, moving closer to you and you held your breath, watching his every move. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

Your toes were touching and you looked up at him, seeing just how close his face was to yours, his breath falling onto your face and you closed your eyes, your hands resting behind his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. His arms went around your waist, holding you securely against his chest. At first, it was just a gentle brush of his lips over yours before he pulled away, but you used your hand on his neck to pull him in, pressing your lips against his more insistently, your lips locking with his. It felt as though your body was coming alive, little jolts of electricity coursing through your body as the two of you stood on the pavement kissing like there was no tomorrow, all wrapped up in eachother. Slowly, you both pulled away and you opened your eyes seeing him look at you, a small, content smile on his face. "You're so fig-in amazing," he whispered pecking your lips as you started laughing.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 4 years

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Please rank Harry's music video performances too!

This took a little longer than I expected, because I got distracted. But I had great fun doing it. Here is my ranking of many great Harry performances, and some not great ones.

Night Changes: Listen - I know that this is a terrible disaster and almost everything about it is bad. But in the middle of some of the worst 1D Imagines of all time - Harry is one of the most charming motherfuckers ever recorded on screen. Yes the video is ridiculous - yes calling it ham on cheese is an understatement - but that’s what makes Harry such a strong music video performer. He can completely ham it up and his charm still feels very real.

Adore You: Given a story to tell - Harry can tell a story. When he captures a scream in a jar you have both a real emotional weight - as well as a performance which fits this heightened world. It’s really impressive that you have both the charm and joy that comes from Harry’s more hammy performaces, but also a range of emotional responses that really connect.

One Thing: His first verse - he’s making cheesy poses and still manages to exude charm not just through the screen, but out my widow behind me and to the world at large. Hugely high energy, really easy with the camera and super charming.

Best Song Ever: Obviously Marcel is a brilliant performance from first to last, with his particular shout out to the way he reacts in the background once Liam as Leeroy comes in. Harry is also good being himself reacting to the absurdity. He does a little bit of that intensity that comes across as anger while he’s actually singing, but in this context it works really well.

Lights Up: I think what’s most impressive about this video is that Harry’s hammy charm is his superpower - and this is a great performance in a very naturalistic video. We get a range of emotions from him - and there’s always that feeling of presence - he’s never just singing.

What Makes You Beautiful: It’s all there from the beginning: the charm, the ease, the energy. He hasn’t quite learned just how far he can turn the charm up yet, but everything about this works. With a bonus shout out for his ability to generate chemistry with Maddison.

Live While We’re Young: It’s a great performance, super charming, super high energy. And the only reason it’s higher is that with lots of great performances, this video relies less than others on 1D members’ performance, because there’s so much going on.

Kiss You: Another great performance - the whole video is hugely hammy, which plays to Harry’s strengths. High energy cheese is right in his wheelhouse. At this point ranking is splitting hairs, but I think you can tell that in this video he was performing all the time, whereas with LWWY there was some actual fun had.

Watermelon Sugar: Harry has to hit quite a narrow target here. He has to be charming and present, but not at all skeevy. I think the fact that hte video works (for the people it works for, which does’t include me), is very much down to how well pitched his performance. He’s present and joyful, but he also allows a lot of space for the women in the video.

Gotta Be You: Proving yet again that Harry can give a good performance in a terrible video - I think this is one of his best performances with a slower song. He definitely connects with the camera and if he’s not vulnerable he is open. And there are some real moments of sparkling joy from him by the camp fire.

Little Things: Another good performance in a slow video (probably tied with Gotta Be You honestly - but I am taking into account difficulty. The director of Little Things really set up a down hill slope for them). And I think a particularly telling one - because while Harry is very effective when he sings at the camera, most of the footage they included in the video isn’t him singing to camera, but singing slightly off camera. Compare this to Zayn who is singing to camera even in the group shots. Assuming that what we’re seeing is Harry’s best material, it suggests both the range of his performance (he can do many things charmingly), but also possibly that singing to camera was more effective in smaller doses

Kiwi: Harry really commits to every ridiculous thing he does in his short appearance in this video. His ability to fully comit to the most ridiculous hammy situation (and put his hands over the dogs ears) is an incredibly important music video skill. I have no criticisms or caveat of his performance this video, but his appearance is short and he’s not called on to do that much.

Story of My Life: Harry’s good in this - don’t get me wrong. But he’s not jumping through the screen to catch you like he is in some other videos. Partly it’s the lack of emotional specificity in the song (it’s a song that says ‘feel something’ doesn’t really matter what’), but I also think that the fact that Harry sends emotions out, rather than inviting the audience in works less well on slow songs in general.

You and I: I think this is a really good example of how much goes into a good music video performance. Because Harry is very naturalistic - there’s nothing awkward about what he’s doing and that’s really important. And you see his charm enliven the video as soon as they start interacting with each other. But when he’s singing to camera, he’s not letting the audience into his world and his feelings.

Steal My Girl: There are moments in here. He’s very good when Danny Devito is giving them different attributes. There’s one moment in an edited montage after he comes out of the door in the sky where it seems like he’s feeling something. But these flashes aren’t really enough. There’s nothing Harry is trying to communicate with this performance - he’s singing while wearing a coat, but there’s no there there.

Perfect: More proof that being charming while hamming it up is Harry’s super power - and that moments where he’s playing around in the corridor are one of the highlights of the video. He’s also engaged with Harry Lambert - and it shows. But when Harry’s singing to camera there’s either nothing there or it’s that intensity that reads of anger (which connects with this song even less than most).

Drag Me Down: Everything with the robot is perfect. But there’s so much shouting at the camera as if that’s emoting (it was watching this video that I realised that Harry had serious weaknesses as a video performer. His strength in early videos had stopped me from really thinking about it).

History: The problem with this video is that I’m not counting any of the charming footage. So instead we just have them singing in front of a brick wall wanting to be done. I do find it itneresting that Harry’s not charming, because he hams it up a bit and he’s usually charming, but I think that’s just a sign of how exhausted they all were.

Sign of the TImes: I’m sure it’s hard to act while dangling from a bit of wire (and even harder to act when it’s not you but a dummy or a stunt double in a you facemask), but in order for this video to work Harry would have had to have nailed the emotional arc of this video - and he doesn’t. There isn’t an emotional arc. The video is almost six minutes long and he communicates a feeling of joy just before the three minute arc - and apart from that there’s nothing. He’s just standing on an island singing, and dangling off a rope singing - there’s no connection, no emotion and no vulnerability.

Midnight Memories: This is such a bad video (and turns out no matter how angry you are at someone for voting for Boris Johnson, it’s always possible for that anger to double). And Harry’s performance in it is bad. There’s one moment of sparkle when they’re on the bridge where he looks geuinely happy, but otherwise there’s no life or charm in him at all (actually the ‘call me’ bit with the old lady also works). At the beginning, as he goes through the party and and is supposed to be telling a story you can see him acting in the most cog turning way. And after that it’s just someone singing while looking slightly intense. He’s so good at hammy fun and there’s none of this in this performance.

Falling: It’s bad enough to have hardly any emotional reaction to flying - to have no emotional reaction to being submerged in water is absurd. There’s emotional intensity there, but no specificity. Lots of his performance reads as angry to me, but not in a way that suggests that that’s what he was going for. Without vulnerability nothing else hits. So much effort for a video that has no emotional core or connection (and is also very ugly apart from Harry Lambert’s contributions).

#lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers #I have already started on Zayn #and I'll finish with Louis #Oh Harry #I hope in the future you work with directors who are aware of your strengths and weaknesses #Just edited to add Watermelon Sugar #because it hadn't come out whe I started this lsit

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fanfic-inator795 · 5 years

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Headcanons and thoughts about Warren and Hypno/Hippoworm (is that the ship name? *shrugs*)

I had a LOT of shipping thoughts about these two while at work today, so I hope you guys like hearing about them:

Because of getting his mezmeroo attack redirected back at him, Hypno doesn’t remember his and Warren’s first meeting. Though if someone told him about it - and about Warren ruining his plan - he honestly wouldn’t hold THAT big of a grudge over it, just because he can’t remember enough to be upset and it’s so far in the past now it doesn’t even seem to matter

Given that they didn’t interact much in ‘Stuck on You’, Hypno doesn’t remember that meeting either. Literally his first impression of this strange worm man is him literally dragging a chair into the ELoM meeting and then straight up zapping a hotel worker. So… pretty good first impression

Warren on the other hand, who does remember their first meeting, was not at all impressed with Hypno at first and just considered him to be a sub-standard villain at best. (he’s kinda jelly of just how big and tall he got to be thanks to his mutation though)

A few days after ‘Evil League of Mutants’/getting blasted off again by a turtle with a ladder, Hypno runs into a rather down and depressed looking Warren who’s just wandering around alone. Not knowing him very well though liking him well enough, Hypno stops him and invites him back to his place for tea

(the semi-flashback during Warren’s big speech in WaHSiaT, the bit where Hypno pulls the paper off a sad Warren with a five o’clock shadow is a dramatization of this. Gotta make it sadder to pull on the heartstrings, lol. Also where was his gauntlet in that scene?)

The two start hanging out regularly after that, mostly just talking or watching tv together - which is where they get their love of making fun of people on tv together

Warren also really appreciates Hypno’s genuine kindness and gentleness - and the fact that he doesn’t forget who he is, heh

He tries to be nice to Hypno in return because of this, even if he sometimes still talks a bit too much about himself at times. Hypno doesn’t mind too much

The point where they first open up to each other - Hypno revealing how he lost his hippo Doug and Warren being genuine about just how much being forgotten and losing his career hurt - is the big turning point in their relationship.

Are we ever gonna learn what happened to Doug, btw? Like, seriously what’s the story there? and while we’re at it why does Warren hate the turtles so much?

Hypno: “We may have lost a lot through all this… But, hey, we found each other, right? So, maybe it’s not all bad.” Warren decides that he agrees.

He moves into Hypno’s place shortly after

Originally Warren agreed to be Hypno’s magical assistant just to try and get his face back out there and earn some fans, but eventually found that he also liked helping Hypno and making him happy

Warren just naturally sits on Hypno’s shoulder or head when they watch tv, Hypno not minding at all (besides, makes it easier to cuddle)

their fave gameshows to watch (and make fun of) are Wheel of Fortune, The Price is Right and America’s Got Talent (Hypno likes making fun of the bad magic acts, and when the acts are amazing Warren will tell him they’re not NEARLY as amazing as him)

When Warren has a bad day, Hypno will wash/condition his hair and give him a scalp massage, letting his roomie vent all he wants while Hypno scrubs his troubles away

When Hypno has a bad day, Warren will get him fresh fruit, something Hypno’s loved ever since his mutation

On one occasion: “Kiwis for my favorite kiwi!” “…*sigh* You just couldn’t resist, eh?” “Nope!”

Warren also gets Hypno flowers sometimes, since Hypno really seems to like them

Hypno may or may not be keeping the first bouquet Warren ever bought him - yellow tipped with red roses - alive with magic

Trying to be as proper and dignified as possible, Hypno almost never curses - which means Warren totally teases him whenever he lets a ‘bugger’ or a ‘god dammit’ slip

Warren on the other hand couldn’t care less about swears. He doesn’t swear every other sentence or anything - I’d imagine it would be hard to get a job in television if that were the case - but if he’s really worked up or angry he won’t try to censor himself

For the first few weeks of their relationship, Google was Warren’s best friend. Now, Warren knows (almost) every New Zealand phrase there is

Going off his ‘my golden voiced amigo’ line, Hypno loves listening to Warren sing to himself whenever he’s in the shower (technically the bathroom sink since he’d just end up getting washed down the shower drain but w/e)

This also means that karaoke nights between the two of them are frequent

Their first Big Fight was over Hypno’s doves continuing to try and eat Warren and Warren nearly zapping their feathers off.

It wasn’t bad enough to break them up, but Warren was all pissy and purposely annoying the rest of that day while Hypno just gave him the cold shoulder

After a day of this they got lonely and missed each other, so they apologized to each other and Hypno spent the rest of that week diligently training his doves

Hypno’s rabbits, on the other hand, Warren doesn’t mind at all, and if one is out and hopping about and Hypno isn’t there, Warren will usually pet it/curl up on it

Warren’s a naturally fairly neat and tidy person, so he doesn’t mind too much when Hypno skips out on his side of the chores, even if he’s still slightly annoyed

to make up for this, Hypno does most of the cooking around the place and always has a cup of coffee or tea waiting for his roomie/best friend/boyfriend

When they first realized Warren and the Gauntlet were being hunted down by Draxum, Warren tried to leave, genuinely worried about Hypno’s safety even if he tried to play it off at first

Hypno refuses. “I can’t lose you too!”

This is the first time they tell each other they love each other (with how naturally Warren said it in WaHSiaT, that couldn’t have been the first time)

Warren fell into a depressive state after losing ‘Charlotte’. Hypno comforted him the best he could, but after a couple days passing with nothing changing, Hypno thought that maybe Warren was mad at him for the role he played in losing the gauntlet. So, Hypno spent the whole day and a good part of the night out of the apartment, figuring he should just give Warren some space

This led to him coming back and finding Warren in the middle of a complete and total emotional breakdown

He’s sad and angry about losing his cool power glove, but even moreso, he’s afraid that without it not only is he weak, but he’s truly forgettable and useless - even to the people he loves most and who love him. His Channel 6 co-workers forgot about him, why wouldn’t Hypno eventually?

This led to LOTS of apologizing/comforting/reassuring/hugs and kisses on Hypno’s part, with Warren eventually crying himself out on Hypno’s shoulder and the two of the sleeping on the couch together

After going back to Clem’s and not finding another magic artifact that feels as ‘right’ as the gauntlet did and discovering that a simple handgun would send him through a freaking wall on recoil, Warren decided to just have a taser on him as his new weapon. At least a taser is similar enough to a lightning-shooting gauntlet. He names it Charlotte the 2nd.

Hypno also uses his magic to shrink down a couple of his razor rings to give to Warren. Even if Warren can’t control their aim with magic, they still cause a decent amount of damage to an enemy with a hard enough throw.

Despite practically being together since Warren moved in, when the two of them officially decide to go from best friends to boyfriends they end up inviting all their old ELoM mates over to celebrate and announce the good news (minus Draxum, naturally). Todd and the Sando Brothers are happy for them, Repo could care less, and Meatsweats says congrats but is mostly just trying to figure out how to get Warren alone so he can maybe get a taste of his regeneration powers

He gets smacked on the snout with Hypno’s wand and nearly takes a razor ring to his face for his troubles.

Hypno still tries to help Warren with his plans whenever he’s a particular ‘revenge against those dang turtles’ mood and Warren will assist when Hypno has a scheme of his own, but mostly the two of them keep each other satisfied enough that they spend most of their time hanging out, watching tv and practicing magic (and cuddling/kissing) together

PHEW! Like I said, I had a lot. BUT I hope you guys liked it! ^v^ btw, I may turn that whole emotional breakdown bit into a Hippoworm oneshot, but if any hardcore Warren and Hypno shippers wanna steal that idea, go for it! *thumbs up* ^v^

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #warren stone #hypnopotamus #warren and hypno sitting in a tree #shipping #headcanons

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maluminspace · 4 years

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Basically my myki wouldn’t tap off on the bus ride and the bus driver tried to help me (she was gorgeous, had the THICCEST Maori accent, and was just, the most kiwi KIWI I had ever met) but that didn’t work so she said sorry and all that 1/?

I got off and tried to pass through the train station, but again, I couldn’t tap on. The bus driver had followed me in bc it was her break or smth and she kept apologising in broken English and I told her it wasn’t her fault, that I would get it checked and everything would be fine!! So I go up to the train station helper people behind the glass and tell them what’s going on. Internally, I am PANICKING what the fuck will my parents say?? How sketchy does it sound that someday just 2/?

out of the blue my myki stops working and I get to school late or smth, but I keep it together so the bus driver doesn’t feel bad. And I tell them I have a half yearly myki pass and it should just work, blah blah blah. They go through the files they have on me (bc they need to have info on me to make the passes) and find that yes in fact it is my own pass and that nothing should have happened. While they’re doing some searching, I call my dad because if I came home and told him 3/?

would seem even more sketchy. He’s like...uh okay but I gotta go shower rn. Call ur mum. I was like okay at least he’s not mad, so while I’m waiting for my myki to get checked, I get a call from my mum asking what happened, and I tell her everything. By now, I’ve missed my 7:06am train that I had to wake up at 5:50 to catch!! I’m like okay I’ll just catch the 7:13, but then mum asks me to let her talk to the train person I’m like wtf no why and she’s like bc!! I don’t want u to lie 4/?

DEADASS Mum makes me give him my phone so he can talk to her and make sure I’m not lying. That wastes 4 precious minutes, and by the time I get to my platform, the train was pulling out. I instead caught the 7:20 train, and found that I hadn’t charged my AirPods last night and had no music to listen to on the train. Now I was in a bad mood, bc the panic still hadn’t worn off from having to be kate and my dad thinking I’m lying, so I’m like “fuck this I’m not going to the school bbq” 5/?

she didn’t respond until recess but that got me in a full blown convo which was !!! Very fun and then!! She responded to a comment I left on her insta post and she said she loved me!!!! 6/?

UGH I was soaring!!! She responded to my text at recess and I laughed it off and said it worked out anyway, and had a solid convo going with her throughout the whole day. EVEN BETTER bc my AirPods were dead, I couldn’t listen to anything on the way home, and instead helped a Vietnamese lady with directions on the train, who had a THRILLING convo going with me the whole ride, she told me she was proud of me for getting into macrob!!! Smth some ppl in my life have yet to do smh 7/?

Omgggg Thank you for sending through the ones that didn't come through the first time. I just the whole thing in order.

What a day you had my sweet! Does your MyKi thing work now? Did they find out what the issue was?

Also why would your parents think you’d lie? 😞

Ahhhh your crush said she loved you omg I would have died if that had happened to me back in School as well hahaha! 😅

I’m so glad that you had a whole conversation with her and I hope yu weren’t too late for school! 🥰

Also the lady on the train sounds lovely and I am proud of you too! 🥺

And the bus driver sounds hottttttttt! 😍

#☺️ anon

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yes-i-would-like-to-be-stabbed · 5 years

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TDI Part 2 with my OC Kasey.

*Intro plays*

Chris: Okay. Today's challenge is three-fold. Your first task is to jump off this 1,000-foot-high cliff into the lake.

Bridgette: Piece of cake.

Kasey: Oh yeah baby! Cliff Divin’!

*Bridgette and Kasey high five*

Chris: If you look down, you will see two target areas. The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic *laughs* man-eating sharks. Inside that area is a safe zone. That's your target area, which, we're pretty sure is shark free.

Leshawna: Excuse me.

Kasey: Can I take my enthusiasm back?

Chris: For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge... building a hot tub. The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot-tub party tonight. The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first.

Bridgette: Oh, wow. So, who wants to go first?

Crickets chirp

Owen: Hey, don't sweat it, guys. I heard that these shows always make the interns do the stunt first to make sure it's survivable.

Flashback music starts

Chris: We need to test the stunts first. You know that.

Chef: Do I look like an intern?

Chris: No, but the ones we had are all in the hospital. C'mon, just jump it, you big chicken. *cackles like a chicken*

Chef: I don't get paid enough for this, man. (screaming)

Chef: Hey, I made it. I made it, man, uh. Something just brushed up by my foot. Hey, Chris, man, something ain't right down here. (screaming and runs mid-air as the bongo running noise plays)

Chris: Well, that seems safe enough.

Flashback ends

Eva: So, who's up?

Duncan: Ladies first.

Bridgette: Fine, I'll go. It's no big deal, just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks.

Bridgette jumps

Tyler: They did it. Yeah! Yeah! I'm next. Cowabunga!

Kasey: Aww what the heck. Cowabunga dude!

They both jump. Kasey lands in the safe zone, Tyler lands on a buoy

Tyler: Oh! Ohhh. Ow.

Bridgette: Ooh.*cringes*

Kasey: Oooohh that was wicked man,

campers start jumping

Geoff: Wooooo! Hahaha!

Eva: Look out below!

Duncan jumps but says nothing

D.J.: Unh-unh. No way, man. I'm not jumping.

Chris: Scared of heights?

D.J.: Yeah, ever since I was a kid.

Chris: That's okay, big guy. Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken. So you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day.

D.J.: Aw, man. For real?

Chris: Bawk bawk bawk! That means the chicken path down is that-a-way. Next.

Ezekiel: Yee-haw!

He hits a rock and spins before hitting the water as the team cheers.

Harold: Yes. (screams)

Harold does the splits and lands right on his kiwis

AHH!

Everyone visibly cringes even the sharks as his scream rings throughout the camp

Chris: Oh, hate to see that happen.

Courtney: Excuse me, Chris. I have a medical condition.

Chris: What condition?

Courtney: A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs.

Chris: You can chicken out if you want, but it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

Courtney: It's a calculated risk. I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump.

Chris: All right, here is your chicken hat. So let's tally up the results. Hold on. That's nine jumpers and two chickens. We're missing one.

Sadie: I'm not jumping without Kadie!

Kadie: We have to be on the same team, Chris.

Both: Please! Please! Can we? Can we, Chris? Can we? Can we?

Izzy: I'll switch places with her.

Chris: All right, fine, you're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers.

Kadie and Sadie: Yes!

Chris: That means you're up, girls.

Kadie and Sadie: We're coming, Killer Bass! (screaming)

Chris: Okay, so that's ten jumpers and two chickens. Screaming Gophers, if you can beat that we'll throw in a pull cart to put your crates on.

Trent: Nice. Okay, guys who's up first?

*nobody moves or says anything*

Heather: I'm sorry, there's no way I'm doing this.

Beth: Why not?

Heather: Uh, hello, national TV., I'll get my hair wet.

Gwen: You're kidding, right?

Lindsay: If she's not doing it, I'm not doing it.

Leshawna: Oh you're doing it.

Heather: Says, who?

Leshawna: Says me. I'm not losing this challenge 'cause you got your hair day, you spoiled little daddy's girl.

Everyone recoils and backs up from the fight

Heather: Back off, ghetto-glamour, too-tight-pants-wearing, rap-star wannabe.

Leshawna: Mall-shopping, ponytail-wearing, teen-girl-reading, peeking in high school prom queen!

Heather: Well, at least I'm popular.

Everyone either smiles at the fight or is very concerned, except Justin who looks at himself in the mirror

Leshawna: You're jumping!

Heather: Make me!

Leshawna grabs her and holds her above her head, then tosses her over the cliff

Heather: (screaming) Leshawna, you are so dead!

Leshawna: Hey, I threw you into the safe zone, didn't I? Now I just hope I can hit it, too. (screaming)

Lindsay: I thought this was going to be a talent contest.

Chris: (laughs) Yeah. (laughs) No.

The Gophers begin jumping

Lindsay screams

Gwen screams

Cody screams

Izzy laughs ecstatically

Justin jumps

Leshawna: Lookout! Paddle!

Justin is surrounded by sharks, he smiles as angelic music plays and they carry him to shore

Beth: I--I can't do it. I'm too scared. I'm sorry.

Cody and Leshawna cackle like chickens

Lindsay: That is, like, so lame, right?

Heather: Fully lame.

Beth walks away with a chicken hat on

Trent: Let's do this. Yeah! Whoo!

He high fives Owen before jumping

Chris: Okay, campers, there's only one person left. You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure, dude.

Owen smiles, relaxed

Chris: Okay, there's pressure.

Owen frowns, and tenses

His team cheering for him below

Heather: Jump! Jump! Just do it, Owen. Do it!

Owen: Oh, I was pretty darn nervous.

(static)

Owen: See, the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer.

(static)

Geoff: I'm looking at this guy and thinking, "there's no way he's gonna make it."

(static)

Gwen: I actually thought, "if he jumps this... he's gonna die."

(static)

Kasey: Bye Bye Mr. Happy Pants. We hardly knew ye.

(static)

Chris: Take a good run at it, buddy. You can do this.

Owen: I'm going to die now. I'm going to freakin’ die now.

Leshawna: Come on, big guy.

Owen: Yeah! Oh, crap. (screams)

Owen jumps and makes a splash that sends a boat and everyone onto the beach in piles

The camera pans to a shark on a pine tree

Owen: Yes! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Who's the man?

Beth: Woo-hoo-hoo!

Leshawna: Yes.

Chris: The winners, the Screaming Gophers!

Trent: That was awesome, dude. What's wrong?

Owen: I, uh, think I lost my bathing suit.

The campers complain about Owen losing his bathing suit in the water

Team Screaming Gophers sing 99 bottles of pop.

Cut to Killer Bass

Courtney: Ow! I think I just got a splinter.

Eva: Shut up and pick up your crate... (Eva throws down the crate) Chicken.

*Kasey snickers as she walks by with a crate. Courtney glares at her.*

Courtney: Hey I'm the only one with C.I.T. camping experience here, you need me.

D.J. and Eva look at each other. It cuts back to the Screaming Gophers signing 99 Bottles of Pop.

Lindsay lags behind to pick up a seashell, before catching back up with the group.

Tyler carrying a crate.

Tyler: Ugh, I've gotta take a wiz.

Eva: Hurry up. We're already behind.

Kadie: Ooh, I hate to go, too.

Sadie: You do? Oh, my gosh, me, too.

Kasey: Ugh, anyone else?

*she sets down her crate and cracks her back, everyone shakes their head*

Sadie and Kadie follow Tyler into the woods.

Cuts to Courtney killing a fly, resulting in her hitting herself.

Courtney: Ow. I think something just bit me.

Back to the Screaming Gophers singing 99 Bottles of Pop.

Beth: Hey, look, there’s the campground.

Owen: That was pretty easy.

Cody: I'm pleasantly surprised.

Cut back to the Killer Bass

Eva: Feel better?

Kadie: Yup.

Courtney: Can we go now? I think my eye is swelling up.

Kasey: Quit complaining! Let’s go!

Kadie and Sadie start pushing a crate.

Sadie: Ew, something's itching me. Are you itchy, too?

Kadie: Totally itchy. Really bad.

Cut back to the campgrounds

Chris: Remember, you guys can only use your teeth to open the crates. I came up with that one.

*Campers are trying to open the crates with their mouths, Izzy has a rope in her mouth*

Izzy: (growling) Hey, I think I got it open.

The crate pops open.

Izzy: Ow, ow, rope burn on my tongue.

Cut back to Sadie and Kadie.

Sadie: Ooh, it's really itching now.

Kadie: Mine feels like it's burning.

Sadie: Okay, I have to scratch.

Kadie and Sadie both start scratching.

Chris rides over on an ATV

Chris: You guys are way behind the other team. Like, way behind. What's the problem?

Courtney: Their butts are itchy.

Chris turns to Courtney and notices her eye

Chris: Ahh! Oh, my boxers, that's bad.

Bridgette: Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?

Kadie: Yeah.

Bridgette: Did you happen to notice what kind of plants you were squatting over?

Sadie: They were kind of oval shaped and green and all over the place.

Bridgette: Were they low to the ground, about this big?

Bridgette makes a shape with her hands.

Kadie and Sadie both nod.

Bridgette: You guys squatted on poison ivy.

Kadie and Sadie: What do we do? Oh, no.

They both start yelling and panicking.

Chris: (laughs) No way. That's awesome. (laughs)

Kasey: Oh man that is soooo bad.

Kadie and Sadie begin to drag their butts across the sand.

Kadie and Sadie: Somebody, help us.

Back to the Screaming Gophers.

Owen: Hey, check it out, I got wood.

Trent: I got some tools here and what looks like a pool liner.

Heather and Lindsay walk over to Leshawna.

Heather: I just wanted to say, I didn't mean bad about you being a ghetto, rap-star wannabe, and I love your earrings. They're so pretty.

Leshawna: Straight up? Well, I'm sorry about pushing you over the cliff and all.

Heather: No worries. I needed a push. Truce?

Leshawna: Yeah, yeah, you got it.

Heather and Leshawna fist bump.

Heather and Lindsay walk away.

Lindsay: Did you mean all that stuff you said to Lefonda back there?

Heather: Leshawna. Hah, no. She's going down. And P.S. those are the ugliest earrings I've seen in my life.

Lindsay: Oh.

Heather walks past Lindsay as she looks back before walking up to Heather.

Lindsay: So if you hate her why were you being nice to her?

Heather: You ever seen one of these shows before? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Lindsay: Oh. I'm your friend, right?

Heather: Oh, yeah, for now.

Cut to Izzy, Trent, and Noah building the hot tub.

The Killer Bass finally make it to Camp and drop their crates.

Harold: Finally.

Trent: Hey, what's up, guys?

Leshawna: Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?

Cut to Kadie and Sadie with their pants down in the ocean.

Both: (sighing)

Bubbles come up behind Sadie.

Sadie: Oops.

Courtney: They're getting a drink.

Harold: Yeah, if they drink with their butts.

Ezekiel: Haha, that's funny.

Kasey: Haha! Good one! *high fives Harold*

Courtney walks up to Leshawna. Leshawan stares at her eye. Courtney covers her eye.

Leshawna: Ooh, what happened to your eye, girl?

Courtney: Nothing, just an allergy.

Ezekiel: Think it's getting worse.

Courtney: Shut up. We don't want them to know that.

Cut to Geoff on a bunch of crates.

Geoff: Okay, dudes, it's not too late. We can do this.

Cuts to Harold drooling and Ezekiel picking his nose.

Courtney: Ew.

Ezekiel: What?

Bridgette: That's really gross.

Kasey: Yeah dude. What are you? Five?

Courtney: Okay look, guys, we have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager, since I've actually been a C.I.T. before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?

Duncan: Where do we begin, Cyclops?

Courtney: Open the crates. Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get.

Kasey: Aye Aye, Cap’N One-Eye! *mocks salutes and high fives Duncan, while Courtney huffs*

Cut to Beth and Justin building a hot tub. Then to Harold, Geoff, and Kasey attempting to build a hot tub. Then it collapses. Back to Trent nailing something in. Then, to Duncan and Tyler fighting for a hammer, then it’s launched into Harold's 'family jewels' then gets accidentally attacked by Bridgette with a plank.

Then to The Screaming Gophers filling the hot tub with water. Then to The Killer Bass's terrible hot tub.

Chris begins to examine the two hot tubs.

Chris: This is an awesome hot tub.

The Screaming Gophers cheer.

Chris inspects The Killer Bass's hot tub and gets sprayed in the face.

The hot tub falls apart and the seagull inside washes away.

Chris: Well, I think we have a winner here... The Screaming Gophers.

Screaming Gophers cheer

Chris: Gophers, you're safe from elimination and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer. Bonus!

Screaming Gophers cheer

The KIller Bass look down in shame

Chris: Killer Bass, what can I say? Sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight.

Lindsay: We won! We all get to stay here for another three days!

Heather, Beth, and Lindsay: Oh, yeah. Woo-hoo-hoo.

Owen hops out of the hot tub naked and dances.

Owen: Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo! Ha ha ha. Yes! We get to stay. We get to stay, we are so awesome. We won the contest.

Owen grabs and hugs Heather and Lindsay. Heather is disgusted and Lindsay is smiling.

Main Lodge.

Kadie: So--uh--what do we do now?

Courtney: We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off.

Duncan: Well, I think it should be the princess or the brick house here.

Courtney: What? Why?

Duncan: Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats and if we ever have to lift a truck, I like our odds with the big guy.

Courtney: You guys need me. I'm the only one--

Bridgette: We know, who used to be a real C.I.T. so would you pick?

Courtney: What about him?

She points to Tyler and Lindsay stands up.

Lindsay: No! I mean no salt, there's no salt on the table, bummer.

Duncan: Hey, hey, at least he jumped off the cliff, chicken wing.

Courtney: Shut up.

Geoff: Okay, let's just chill out. This is getting way too heavy.

Duncan: I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna go take a nap.

Courtney: You can't do that. We haven't decided who's going yet.

Ezekiel: Well, I just don't get why we lost, eh? They're the ones that have six girls.

Sadie and Kadie: (gasp)

Bridgette: What's that supposed to mean?

Kasey: What did you say, punk? And if I’m not mistaken there are six girls here too.

Eva: Yeah, home school, enlighten us.

Eva, Bridgette, and Kasey surround him with angry expressions.

Ezekiel: Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls are.

Geoff: Oh snap, you did not just say that.

Ezekiel: My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh? And help them in case they can't keep up.

Eva grabs him and holds him up by his neck.

Eva: Still think we need your help keeping up?

Ezekiel: *choking* Uh, not really.

Geoff: Okay, guys, let's give him a break. I mean, at least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls.

Ezekiel: But they are.

Elimination ceremony

All the girls are glaring at Ezekiel.

Duncan: Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world.

Chris: Killer bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp marshmallows represent life.

Geoff flexes for Bridgette. Bridgette and Kasey giggle.

Chris: You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... Ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Geoff. Tyler.

Tyler: Woo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! Place at the table.

Chris: Kadie. Bridgette. D.J.. Harold. Kasey.

Harold: Yes.

Chris: Sadie.

Sadie: Oh, yay. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Chris: Duncan. Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening.

(Huge dramatic pause)

Chris: Courtney.

Courtney: (sighs)

Chris: Can't say I'm shocked. I saw you picking your nose, dude. Not cool. Dock of shame is that way, bro.

Ezekiel walks down the dock and leaves f o r e v e r.

Chris: The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe for tonight.

(static)

Gwen: Yep, this camp pretty much still sucks. But now that I'm here I guess I might as well actually try to win.

(static)

Kasey: That Ezekiel got what was coming to him.That no good, misogynistic-

(static)

The camera pans to the Screaming Gophers in their hot tub.

Cody: To the Screaming Gophers.

Team: To the Screaming Gophers.

Leshawna: Go gophers, go gophers.

Noah, Leshawna, and Owen: Go gophers, go gophers. Go gophers, go gophers, go, go, go gophers.

Courtney: Are you recording this? Good. They can enjoy their little part all they want, but I am gonna win this competition and no one is gonna stop me.

Kasey: Uh Courtney? You know I can hear you right?

Courtney jumps and looks startled. Courtney looks sheepish as Kasey raises an eyebrow.

#tdi #total drama island #td #tdi oc #td oc #Kasey #total drama island oc

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dark-and-kawaii · 6 years

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(1/2) Imagining both Toga & Dabi wanting me, platonically at 1st, sounds nice. Toga obsessing over being friends w/ this nice quiet girl & determined to break me out of my shell, always showing up where I am, getting clingy w/ me when I'm friendly w/ others. I'd enjoy having a close female friend & trust her when she wants to introduce me to Dabi, even tho he intimidates me. He takes advantage of that & likes to see me squirm when he corners & approaches me w/o Toga. Both having fun teasing me.

(2/2) Gradually they become possessive of my attention/maybe develop romantic feelings & kill my other friends to push me further into their arms. Eventually they snap & threaten my family if I don’t like them back (lol is that too yandere?). They like taking turns fucking me, Toga w/ a strap-on, or making me service the other when they do. Lots of dirty talk & praise. Covering my neck w/ their marks & bruising my lips w/ their endless kisses. 👌🙏

*makes a paper fan and fans my face* Well then… Not only did that escalate fast but………. that escalated fast *continues to fan self*

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She kept showing up everywhere… so loud and obnoxious. You knew who she was and what she was apart of, but you didn’t want trouble so you never ran… After awhile though it was fine, she just wanted to get to know you. To become your friend.

“My names Himiko Toga! Nice to meet you!!!!”

Her hand was awaiting yours, “____, and I guess it’s nice to meet you too…”

You shook her hand.

After that she clung to you everywhere, even using her quirk to follow you into school. Of course she couldn’t be there with you twenty four seven, but she damn well tried.

You had other friends besides her, but whenever you met up with them, Toga would cling to you as if there was no tomorrow.

“___ belongs to me!!! Go get a new friend!! Besides I’m cuter than you girls!”

“Toga! You can’t-“

Crashing her lips to yours she cuts you off before finally releasing your lips from her own.

“____… you know we have more fun anyway! Besides I over heard them calling you names! Let’s go” taking your hand in hers, Toga skips away with you from your other friends… and when you weren’t looking, toga turned around and gave your friends a menacing look.

You don’t know what’s going on, but every week another friend of yours went missing… It was starting to freak you out, was it Toga? She is a villain after all… Nah, she cared about you too much to do something like that.

On your walk home from school you run into Toga, she was coming out of a dark alley… Maybe she would know what’s going on and the reasoning behind your friends missing.

“Oh! Yeah! About that! There’s this new villain on the lose hunting down girls!!! Don’t worry!!! I won’t let the villain get to you!!!! I’ll always protect you, ____!!!” She waved one of her arms up and down… the other still hidden behind her back… So you wouldn’t see the bloodied up knife…

Eventually one day she tells you how she wants to introduce you to her other friend, Dabi… Due to trusting Toda, you followed her to the hideout so you could meet the one named Dabi.

Your first thought when meeting him is ‘Bad boy who probably smokes…’ and you hide behind Toga. Something screamed danger, but you were shit out of luck because Toga was about to leave you alone with him.

“I’ll be back!!! I gotta shower!! I stink!! Enjoy yourselves!!” Waving you off, she vanishes.

“Toga wai-”

“Well she did say to enjoy ourselves… right?”

Standing directly in front of you, Dabi smirked down at you… “You’re pretty cute, got a name?”

You were backing up slowly, but he followed your every step till you were finally pushed up against a wall.

“Don’t be afraid, i won’t burn you too badly babe.”

Dabi caged you in with his hands against the wall and you in between them. His face was close to yours and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek… You were squirming around, but the second you felt his moist tongue on your neck you let out a staggering moan.

A month has gone by now since meeting, Dabi…. You thought he was okay, you would run to him each time you discovered a friend had came up dead… but honestly…. it only made your suspicion rise. It was no longer your girl friends who were vanishing, now it was your guy friends as well… You didn’t want to believe it was Toga and Dabi, but the black haired male slipped up… Turning on the news you see they are talking about a newly discovered deceased male. It was another friend of yours… However… He was burned alive… You needed to confront Dabi and Toga, now!

Heading towards the hideout you find Toga and Dabi at the bar talking, she looked happier than ever, and Dabi had that damn smirk on his face…

“I know what you two have been doing! This whole time it was you guys! Every time i ran to your arms crying… It- It was you both… Ho-How could you! They were my friends! All of them! Now i’m alone!”

Toga came to your side, she was smiling wickedly, “You aren’t alone though!!! You have Dabi and i!!! How much better could it get!!! Those people were only slowing you down anyway!!!” You went to touch your shoulder but you slapped her.

“Don’t touch me! You betrayed me, Toga!”

It was Dabi’s turn, walking over to you he spoke, “Ya know… You’re lucky it was only your friends. We could’ve killed your entire family as well.”

Toga was silent… Her head hanging as Dabi continued to speak.

“Let’s make a deal, i’ve seen you and Toga kissing, and you and i both heard that moan come out of you the last time i had my fun with you… Stay here with us, and we won’t kill your family.”

You were in utter shock… Who did this bastard thing he was?!

You didn’t have time to respond to his offer, Toga immediately slammed you to the ground with her knife inches away from your face, “Come on, ____!!! Let’s play!!!” Stabbing the knife to the ground next to your face she attacks your neck with her lips.

Dabi’s brow arched, not because he was enjoying the scene, but because he noticed you still had your clothes on…

“The hell, hey psycho, hold on a minute. She still has her clothes on, at least let me get rid of them first…”

Sitting up, Toga leaves a trail of saliva from your neck… “Well hurryy!!! I can’t wait!!!! I want her now!!!! OH! Wait!!! I need to get something first!!!”

Once again you were alone with Dabi and expected the worst….

“Now then, let’s burn those clothes off.” Using his quirk, Dabi burned your clothes to ash leaving you naked before his eyes.

Smirking devilishly, Dabi roughly flipped you over so your face was pressed against the cold wood floor. Propping your ass in the air, Dabi spreads your ass with his large hands… You can feel the cool air his your exposed ass, but you keep your face hidden under your hair… You don’t want him to know you’re enjoying this treatment, not after he threatened your family, but the minute you feel Dabi licking the rim of your anus… A loud moan finds its way out of your mouth. It only causes Dabi to make haste with his plans, spitting into your spread hole, it bubbles back out as your ass clenches tight.

”Damn, so filthy.” You could practically hear the smirk in his sentence… Dabi has thought about doing this before…

Grabbing you by the hips, Dabi leans back so he his back can lay against the floor with you on top of him. You don’t know when he did it, but his dick was hard and out, all that was missing was you on top of it… Lowering your lubed up ass on his cock, Dabi takes your virgin asshole. It hurts, god does it hurt, you have to bite your lip hard to keep your screams at bay…

”Just relax babe… It’ll feel good after a minute. I promise.”

Toga now enters the room completely naked with a large, flesh colored dildo strapped to her. Your eyes widen, it must be at least ten inches long.

Dabi has you bouncing up and down on his cock, your asshole completely breaking apart. You lean back a little over Dabi, hoping that will help ease the pain with his cock still deep in your ass, and it does. You’re finally getting used to his thick cock in your ass, but Dabi reaches over the top of your loins and grasps your thighs, pulling them apart. Keeping your thighs apart, Dabi then spreads your pussy lips wide open, wasting no time, Toga slams the strap on dildo all the way into your tight pussy. Climbing on top of you, Toga begins licking and sucking your nipples, as she thrusts her strap on deep into your pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You finally let your screams lose, you need this! You need them! They may be villains but dammit you needed them right now!

Embracing Toga in your arms you make out and lick each other, while her large dildo fills your pussy along with Dabi’s cock in your ass. You feel full, at first you thought you were going to split, but now you feel nothing but pleasure, you didn't want this to end.

“Damn you’re such a fucking whore, i knew that shyness was an act. There’s no way a filthy girl could be so pure.” Dabi thrust hard into your ass so he could hear you moan out his name.

“Dabi! I don’t mind sharing, but don’t call, ___ such dirty names. She’s beautiful, and i love the way her pussy get’s all wet for us.”

Together they ram themselves in and out of you! Your neck arches back tilting your head, you scream out as your first orgasm hits you like a brick wall. Your entire body shakes between Toga and Dabi.

Ramming himself harder as you cum, Dabi cums along with you, painting the inside of you anus white with his milky seed.

You were theirs, and you were okay with that…

Even though in the end, you come back home to find the inside of your house covered with your parents blood… You were theirs, and no one else could have you…

~ Love kiwi xoxo

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Good Stuff ~ Stray Thoughts: School Raze {MLP}

*sigh* Well, it’s the end of season 8 *loading gun shells* had some bad episodes here and there but it wasn’t that bad. But now, it’ll be a bit sad that I gotta say goodbye for now... *cocks shotgun* Roll it.

That’s Close enough

PART 1 (Tartarus’ Door)

Derpy! Aww, it’s a wonderful thing that you’re the first pony we get to see. Man I can’t see this going wrong in any-- *sees Cozy Glow*....I think I’m gonna hurl.

Ooh, I like the new rainbow haired background pony. Having some muted colors for her mane with a nice pink for the body. Easy, yet unique pony design I’ve seen in a bit

“Friendship Assistant“ Short for “Pastor’s kiss ass”

Silver Stream likes crosswords? That... doesn’t feel out of place for her

Wait, how do you keep saddle bags on as a pegasus? Wouldn’t they be blocking their... ability to fly?

Rainbow’s loyalty is as bold as how she dresses in style

One look into Cloudsdale and I’m seeing fake news. Storm clouds can’t survive in altitudes higher than the regular clouds. We gotta drain the swamp in the Rainbow factory

Glim Glam being the rock as usual. Though it begs the question, if you’re standing on something and you don’t have wings, will you still fall?

Not scared to immediately being proven wrong. That’s the warrior’s way

And why is Yona falling to her death the scene before the intro? Not COOL, show!

Also, it’s a wonder, right? A character’s gonna die? Turn on the happy music.

How Ocellus was able to catch the admittedly heavy yak is something else

Man, characters can get over trauma pretty easy

OH NO, magical erectile dysfunction

Nothing to worry about? One (best yak) nearly became a pancake, Twilight, you taking this pretty easily.

I agree with Glimmy’s memeface, that was uncalled for, Twily

Snap, Ms. Glimmer

Yeesh, Rarity, you did that to yourself

Tirek? My my, best villain making a return?

That was gross. Thank you, Spike.

Why do potions need magic? It’s juice mixing.

3 DAYS?!

Wait, why do the others wanna go? Why not-- nevermind, it’s safe

Friends, pack your bags. We’re going to hell!

Surviving Discord’s shit is a bar you really gotta cross to challenge anything

Cozy, go dry yourself off

I smell a sabotage, and I’m glad the student 6 pick up on the child’s bullshit

That was casually speciest, Cozy

YONAAAAA! Standing up for her fellow dragon! Though, I gotta agree with Gallus. Who protests with homework?!

Cozy, I had enough of your shit

Huh, they’re already regretting the trip to hell. Wimps

So is the school an all day school? There’s a night school, so what?

Head Mare? More like Head Ass

Wow, ponies can be a-holes

Uhhh, Darla, why’d you leave the villainy open?

That was certainly a convenient yet useless artifact

Ah good, Pinkie was gonna sacrifice herself for the greater good

Okay, I want a book cataloging these animals of Tartarus

OH NO, racist allegory pony is back!

Cerberus!! Oh, I always wanted one.

TIREK! Good seeing ya

rerorerorerorerorerorerorerorerorerorero~

Oh, you didn’t think of this, did you ponies?

Come on, I’ve seen Kiwi farms eavesdrop better

Actually, nature would’ve killed off ponies if the other animals had their way

They’re college students, racist allegory pony, what the fuck would they want with magic?

Glad you’re standing for your fellow pony, Sandbar,

We got a “What in Tarnation?” folks. Giddyup

Wait, what revenge? You literally have no part in this.

Also, Pen pals with a demon. I think there’s an anime for that.

Cozy Glow was pen pals with Tirek? Gasp.

My god, Glim Glam! Wait, would that mean she’s gonna die in that orb or absorb the magic of that orb?

What realm? Why not just absorb the magic? You’ll practically have the infinity stones’ power in your hooves

Also, I like the 3D scene they did here. That is the best scene of this show period

“Friendship is Power“ Well... I mean-- you’re not THAT wrong.

For a future Empress of Friendship, you sure picked the right tape for making that crown, you cheeky ass clod

TO BE CONTINUED (after a commercial break)

Part 2 (Infinpony Crisis)

I just love when all shit is about to go down, then HAPPY INTRO TIME

Come on, Spike, this is no time for semantics

So that was the plan? Draining the magic to give Tirek some company? There’s GOT to be more to this plan.

Good job, Rainbow, you did them proud

Twilight, I know it’s not gonna work, but I am intrigued

We need to build a wall around Equestria, and make the dragons pay for it

Well you have a point, racist allegory pony, Twilight has caught the idiot flu over this season

JESUS CHRIST, it’s the hands of the damned!

You just now remembered your other friends, Sandbar?

Nice hostage room. Oh yeah, have ya’ll tried the window?

Also, have I mentioned Yona being the best? (MANY TIMES) Well it’s true. I’m glad she has undoubted trust in her friends

Okay, you get a brownie point for that line, Mayo pony

Also, nice crowbar

Also, 3rd best moment from Yona. Though I do not ship her and Sandbar. Gross.

Honestly, racist allegory pony is the most annoying part of this story

Alright, Cozy. I’ll cut ya some slack for shutting him down like that.

Oh no, they’re gonna throw him in the hot box

I’m glad ponies are easily impressionable enough to agree to chain bondage

This little girl has a fucking skull. What?

So... let me get this straight Cozy, you cotton candy headed nut, your plan is to run the school to get more friends. More friends equaling more power over Equestria, I suppose by having influence over the public for being such a kiss ass? When there is a goddamn castle right next to the school with everything a pony might want, need, in taking over the world. In addition to dropping all magic to another realm to keep the mane six in hell with Tirek, because you can’t think of owning the magic yourself?

Holy shit, this is the most unnecessarily convoluted plan in the history of the show. I thought Starlight did worse, but no.

Gloating wouldn’t ease that L of yours, racist allegory pony

Yona, never change. You are a highlight of this episode

Also, consider yourself redeemed, racist allegory pony

Good job, Tirek. You now have prison mates.

Wow, who knew Pinkie was more of a villain than a literal demon?

Okay, that was funny. You get another point, Cozy

*shudders* Finals.

Wait, how did you get all those pony down there, Darla?

Open the door, get on the floor, pony up on the dinosaur

How would they know it was the third day?

Tell her off, Gallus! Second best character

As much as this is quite a climax, I am not liking those ghost hands

The tree of EHARMONY, back at it again with the deus ex machina!

Okay, so Yona is honesty, Silver’s laughter, Smolder’s loyalty, Gallus is generosity, Sandbar’s kindness, and Ocellus is magic? Makes a bit of sense.

And that’s why Yona is best. She’s everything Applejack isn’t

Everybody duck, it’s explosion time

By the tools of Equestria... WE HAVE THE POWERRRRRRRR!

Pretty lights

Haha, and Tirek failed

Come on, Glim Glam, nothing wrong with a Yak hug

Ah, Cozy *rubs hands* you survived.

Alright, real talk.... Cozy, you fucking clod. Not only were you never convincing, not only was your plan remarkably crazier than Starlight’s of all ponies, not only was your motive behind this the 3rd dumbest I’ve ever heard from this series, but my god, you have failed to realize that what you tried to do was never gonna work in any fashion soon as the public thought for themselves. At least Starlight had her magic and charm to fool her town before the jig was up, YOU relied on sheer ignorance to hopefully get whatever it was you wanted. *chuckles* You make Frank Underwood look like a saint, you curly headed nutcase.

And you think you were gonna make friends somewhere else after you literally threatened to wipe away all magic? Bravo, show, you made me chortle harder than I imagined.

“Oh no, my tiny wings can’t outrun the law”

Well you say that, Neighsay, but Twilight really isn’t suitable for running a school. I think the season proved that pretty well.

It’s only been one semest- fuck off, show, it should’ve been well over a semester!

Though this might mean more student 6, which means more Yona. I’m down with that!! *BANG BANG*

What does he think friendship is, a currency? Who wrote this?

Thank you, CMC, you did your part

“Oh my god, they put a child in hell?“ Well, she did try to erase magic, as well as send 7 characters to their potential deaths and trap 7 more characters in the same hell. Compared to the other villains we’ve had, she genuinely pulled worse. So really, I’m indifferent about it, especially when I don’t... like her or care about her.

But she’ll be back?! *deep groan* I guess with Yona being around, there has to be an equivalent exchange somewhat. Plus we don’t know her origins so I guess it’s reasonable. Bad way to end the season, show.

But you know what? This was all fun. Won’t deny that.

So, woof, moral of the story? Well, just because you have friends, doesn’t mean you’ll have power because of it. The same way having followers, subscribers, whatever, doesn’t mean you're a permanent influence over them. Real friends give you power, power that you can use for the good of yourself as well as others. Your real friends give you the wholeness that you might’ve never been able to discover yourself, whether it be with wisdom or with laughter. “The more the merrier” is not a wrong idea to have, but quality should come before quantity, if that make sense.

MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Strengthening Your Pact

~See Ya Next Season~

#school raze #my little pony #mlp #friendship is magic #mlp season 8 #cartoons #thoughts #Good Stuff #great finale

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Bug of the Ball

Summary: Paris is throwing a gala and everyone who’s anyone is set to attend. Rumor is both Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste will be there, but isn’t it weird how they’re never in the same place at the same time? Alya sneaks in and makes an unexpected friend. And why is Ladybug acting so weird?

Chapter 5 (previous chapter)

Chat continued to frantically search for Plagg, becoming more and more nervous by the second. Could he have been kidnapped? Was he hurt? What if Ladybug’s plan worked and he needed to transform? He knew he should tell Ladybug, but she was so determined to start the plan and he’d hate to let her down. But Plagg was smart, he could find his way back right?

“Is everything alright, Chat?” whispered Ladybug upon finding him crawling under a table to search for his kwami.

“Huh? Oh, yes of course my lady,” he fibbed. “Just, uh scoping out the area.”

“Okay, good plan,” she said, not fully convinced. “So, I think I have a strategy that could work.”

“Tell me,”

“So Tikki, my kwami, she’s only around when I’m not transformed,”

“Same with mine,” added Chat. “Go on.”

“So the same must be true for Hawkmoth’s kwami,” said Ladybug. “And he has to keep them close wherever he goes, just in case. So, if we keep our eyes peeled for a man with somewhere to hide a kwami-.”

“So, a man with pockets?”

“I know it’s not perfect,” she admitted. “But listen: tuxedo pockets are smaller than regular men’s clothes*. He couldn’t keep his kwami in his pants pocket, they’d be squished when he moved and the breast pocket usually has a pocket square so there’s even less room.”

“That’s right!” exclaimed Chat. “Marinette must have made mine roomier so my kwami could fit. How did she know that?” “I uh, asked her to,” said Ladybug covering for herself. “So, we can narrow our search down to a man with no pocket square or something else to hold a kwami.”

“That’s not bad LB,” commented Chat. “So what’s the plan after that?”

“I’m still thinking it all through,” she admitted. “But if we’re able to find where the kwami is, then maybe we could use my fake miraculous to distract him while our kwamis swipe his miraculous.”

“Great idea,” beamed Chat, impressed as always by his lady. “Just one question: do you know what Hawkmoth’s miraculous is?”

“So if Hawkmoth has his own miraculous, why does he need Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s?”

“More power, duh,” replied Plagg tired, more full than he had ever been. “You ask sooooo many questions.”

“I’m a reporter,” she replied, going over what she had written. “And this is exactly the angle I’m looking for! I’ve spent all this time focusing on who Ladybug could be but I’ve never thought about trying to expose Hawkmoth.”

“Yeah, for some reason all the news outlet seem to care about is whether or not Chat Noir and Ladybug are dating, not who the crazy masked man possessing people is.”

“Go figure,” muttered Alya, scribbling rapidly. “Okay, so tell me if I’m right: if Hawkmoth gets his powers from a miraculous, then does he have a little bug thing like you?”

“I find that description highly offensive and would like it struck from the record,” said Plagg, wiping his mouth. “But yes, yes he does.”

“So Hawkmoth isn’t the one doing all the evil, it’s his kiwi or whatever?”

“Kwami,” he corrected. “And no. We can’t control what they do once they’re transformed, we just have to trust them to do the right thing. His kwami has no say in it.”

“So they’re being held captive?”

“More or less, yeah.”

“This is amazing.” exclaimed Alya.

“You’re really choked up about it aren’t ya?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean…” Alya struggled to find the words. “No one knows any of this: the source of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s powers, what you are or what you do. This is the story of the century!”

“Yeah, too bad no one will believe you,” said Plagg. “Ya can’t quote or photograph me and I doubt Hawkmoth will sit down for an interview. You have less than when you started.”

“Not quite,” disagreed the ever determined girl. “This may not be what I came here for, but I just need a new angle. This isn’t just one piece to get more publicity for the blog, this is real hard hitting stuff. I’ve got an idea, we’ve gotta find Chat Noir and Ladybug.”

“Do you have another crazy idea?” “I have the craziest idea,” confirmed Alya, packing up her notebook. “I’m gonna save that kwami.”

*I’m a fraud who knows nothing about fashion

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #bug of the ball #my fanfic #chapter 5 #short chapter but im super excited for the next one #lemme know what you think pls #Chat Noir #ladybug #alya

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( @cake-ademia)

A follow up to an old Headcannon of mine about Eri having Ornithophobia(fear of birds):

After her first meeting with Tokoyami goes...less then desirable, he goes out of his way to not cause her undue stress, making excuses to leave a room when she enters, doing his best not to accidentally sneak up on her etc.

And after a long while of living in the dorm, Eri starts getting used to him, freaking out a lot less when she sees him out the corner of her eye, not shaking in fear when he brings out Dark Shadow and actually starting to think it looks kinda cool.

And then she remembers how their first meeting went,and she feels really bad about it, she actually meets him in private to apologize to him for acting like that, but he just waves it off, saying that it really didn’t offend him at all, more then anything he was just worried about her.

“B-But but I screamed at you! I...was so scared of you.”

“It’s fine Eri-chan, plenty of people are scared of crows and ravens anyway, you aren’t the first to react like that to seeing me.”

Eventually she wears him down to the point where he reluctantly accepts her apology, while pointing out that he really thinks she has done nothing to apologize for, but Eri is still bothered about what he said, about other people being scared of him.

She’s still scared of birds, though not nearly as much as she used to, but still she jumps a little when she spots him, still gets a bit spooked at first when he covers his body with Dark shadow for a special move, and eventually she just gets sick of it, decided she doesn’t want to be scared of him anymore.

He’s Izuku’s friend, he’s a hero, she shouldn’t be afraid of him.

After a bit of thinking, she gets it into her head that one of the reasons she’s so afraid of birds, besides the obvious, is because she really doesn’t know much about them.

So she does what any self respecting post-millennial would do when they want to learn something, spend a few hours looking it up online. Some birds still scare her, like the Cassowary, but she actually ends up thinking birds are actually really cool. And like any kid her age, when she learns something, she’s gotta share it with anyone who will listen.

“Hey Auntie Mina! Did you know Kiwi’s have nostrils at the end of their beaks? Like a really big nose!”

“Woodpeckers don’t sing Uncle Eiji, they drum their beaks on trees! Isn’t that cool?”

“Big bro Aoyama, you’re kinda like a flamingo....you know they mate for life, so when you find that special someone, go awayyou’re set!”

“Uncle Kacchan....you remind me of an Emu...you know, big birds? Kinda angry? Oh! Did you know Australia had a war with Emus? That they lost? Crazy!”

She also does plenty of research about crows and ravens, and what she learns pretty much makes her fear of Tokoyami specifically go away completely.

“Crows are smart, kind, have really great memory, and they like to play in the snow! Nobody should be afraid of you Mr. Fumi.”

“Thank you Eri-chan.....I think.”

“Besides, Magpies are much worse.”

#my hero academia #Eri (bnha)#fumikage tokoyami #HEADCANNON #stuff rex wrote #I actually looked up bird fun facts for this #did you know humming birds are the only type of bird that can fly backwards?#Wacky!#cute idea got while still half asleep in the morning

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Gera’s Annual HalloWLWeen DrabbleFest 2018 Pairing: Clexa Rating: PG-13 Prompt: “we’re both at this halloween party and you are SLOSHED and your friends ditched you, i can’t leave you alone??”

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So far The Raving Halloween Extravaganza, as the Blakes proudly call their annual excuse to get wasted, is off to its usual wild start. Half of the cheesy decorations Octavia insists on making every year is already broken, there’s a passed out mummy on the front lawn, and Clarke’s already stepped into what she desperately needs to be squashed pumpkins. Twice.

This is not something to deal with sober. Usually, right now Clarke would be well on her way to joining everyone in the fucked up beyond belief land, but not this year. This year, she’s taking allergy medications that don’t pair well with alcohol, because her stupid body just had to completely overreact a week ago when she ate kiwi. Fucking kiwi. Who knew allergies could develop over time? And did it have to happen right before the drunkest holiday of the year?

Yes, she’s aware that’s St. Patrick Day. But Halloween is a close second. God, she should’ve just stayed home. And she’s definitely not the only one. Exhibit A: an insanely pretty and insanely drunk girl who practically falls out of the bathroom when Clarke goes to open the door, hoping to get several seconds of peace and relative quiet.

“Jesus!” Clarke manages to yelp before instinctively wrapping her arms around the girl and taking most of the fall.

The girl grunts. “No. ’m Lexa.” Green, hazy eyes narrow as she takes Clarke in, her gaze as scrutinizing as it can possibly be when it belongs to someone this sloshed. “Pretty,” she mumbles, making no move to get off of her. “Wa’s you name?” Perfectly plump lips curl in a giant, sloppy grin.

Calrke rolls her eyes, surprised to find her cheeks heating up. “Alright,” she says, pushing the girl – Lexa – off and climbs to her feet. As expected, her new acquaintance stays on the floor, staring at her with that same goofy grin and drunkenly sparkling eyes.

Great. She can’t just leave her here, can she?

Lexa’s grin grows larger when she bends down and grabs her arms, tugging her up. “Hey,” she breathes out, clearly trying to sound suave and sensual. Clarke has to admit, it almost works. If only she didn’t have trouble simply standing upright. This hallway is too narrow for this.

Clarke puts her arm around her shoulders, grabbing her waist, and holds her upright as she starts to walk. Much slower than she anticipated. The girl is surprisingly heavy – must be the lean muscles hidden underneath her flannel shirt. She did not expect her to be this… defined.

No. Bad Clarke.

Lexa seems to be thinking along the same lines as she giggles. “Nice.”

“No,” Clarke shakes her head at that. “No, this is not – we’re not…” she trails off, with another sigh, because Lexa’s giggling again, and it sounds cuter than it probably should. Now she definitely can’t leave her alone. The thought of someone else stumbling upon her and -- no. She won’t even think about it.

“Do you remember who you came here with?” She asks, not really hoping for an answer. When it does come, she wishes she didn’t ask.

“They left.”

Clarke suppresses the urge to grind her teeth in muted anger. “Friends of yours?”

Lexa tries to shrug, which proves to be a bad ides because it almost causes Clarke to drop her. “Not really.”

“Clarke?” Thank fuck flashes through Clarke’s head when she hears Octavia call after her, sounding bemused. “Whatcha doing?”

She tries to turn around, but Lexa gets confused halfway through it and just gives up, sliding back down to the floor. Octavia’s eyes flick between the two of them, a silent question forming in them. Clarke goes first.

“Do you know her?”

“Not really,” Octavia shakes her head, looking at Lexa. “I think she came here with someone from the football team.”

Clarke snorts, remembering the way Lexa practically undressed her with her gaze mere moments before. “Right. We gotta get her home.”

***

Lexa’s no stranger to waking up -- actually, scratch that. She’s a complete stranger to waking up disoriented and, from the feeling of it, severely dehydrated. The very first thing she notes is the unusual harshness of the light streaming through the window, and she winces as she lifts her hand to shield her eyes from it. The very second thing is the unusual absence of pants.

The very third thing exits from the bathroom a second later, and she is pretty, blonde, and endlessly amused. And just as pantless as her.

Oh. Oh.

Lexa hurriedly sits up in her bed, tugging her blanket up to her chin and groaning when her headache sets in. “I, uh,” she tries, her mouth dry for a different reason than her massive hangover. “Um. I. I’m Lexa.”

“Oh, I know,” the blonde drawls, leaning against the doorpost and crossing her arms over her chest. “You told me last night. Several times.” Her lips stretch in a slow, lazy smile. “You’re very cute when you’re drunk. Not gonna lie, it is a bit of an acquired taste, but once we got some of the alcohol out…”

“Oh, God,” Lexa groans, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “I can’t believe I threw up in front of you.”

“Well, technically, I was behind you,” the girl corrects her, still smirking. It’s clear she’s enjoying herself. At the very least Lexa’s sure nothing happened between them last night. Besides the fact that the girl doesn’t look like the kind of person to take advantage of the state she was in last night, not many people would have sex with someone they watched puke. “Saving your hair.”

Lexa swallows. With how dry her mouth is, it’s a nearly impossible task. “Thank you,” she croaks out. “Not for the hair part – although thank you for that, too. But – for bringing me home. And staying to take care of me. I appreciate it.”

“Good,” the girl nods as her smile grows, and pushes herself off the doorpost. “Because you’re buying me breakfast and telling me why you got so shitfaced last night. And if you play your cards right, I might tell you my name,” she winks, and that’s when Lexa realizes that she does not, in fact, remember her name. Or if she even told her last night.

“That’s easy,” she says, clearing her throat. “I, uh, I don’t drink much, and my teammates made me this terrible cocktail…”

“Wait,” the girl blinks, “your teammates? You’re the first girl on the football team?”

“Uh,” Lexa lets go of the blanket to rub the back of her neck, and the girl’s blue eyes travel down, taking her form in before going back up to meet her gaze. “Yeah.”

“Huh. I should’ve guessed.” Before Lexa can question her remark, the girl grabs her jeans from Lexa’s chair and tugs them on. “You’re still buying breakfast.”

“Okay,” Lexa says, because there isn’t much else to say. “Can I shower first?”

“Knock yourself out. But not literally. We don’t want the repeat of last night.”

Lexa touches the back of her head, wincing when she finds a small, painful bump. Perhaps the hangover is not the only reason for her headache. “What the hell happened last night?” She asks, mostly talking to herself. But the girl still answers.

“I’ll tell you in exchange for some waffles.” Lexa’s eyes find hers, and she must look entirely too helpless and confused, because her gaze grows soft, almost gentle. “But nothing bad, I promise.” She pauses, seemingly thinking something over before smiling at her. “It’s Clarke, by the way. I’m Clarke.”

“Clarke,” Lexa repeats. “It suits you.”

The girl – Clarke – laughs. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know everything I need to,” Lexa argues.

Blue eyes twinkle. “Ah. I see your game’s coming back,” she says, making Lexa groan.

“I have a feeling I’m about to be embarrassed beyond belief.”

“Well,” Clarke shrugs, “I mean, I did spend the night and am about to have breakfast with you. So it’s not that bad.” Her tone is light, but Lexa notices her gauging her reaction. And so she smiles.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “It’s not bad at all.”

Maybe she should get drunk more often.

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