#this is dumb but I'm on holiday so I'm watching dumb stuff

[yumichikah]

-- This is me coughing my lungs out. So yeah, I caught the big C just in time for Christmas. How very lucky am I...

#I am so not happy #I'm missing xmas sauna and ham #Instead I'm at home drinking the 87354th cup of tea and watching dumb youtube stuff #I hope all of you have better luck than I do #Enjoy your holidays and make sure to stay warm and hydrated! #ooc #tbd

[cheriladycl01]

Funny Gaming moments with Lando and Max (F) x QuadrantStreamer! Reader

Plot: Just funny moments where Reader is a member of Quadrant and is a big UK streamer that does everything on Twitch and YouTube.

A/N: this is only small and just for fun, better Lando stuff is coming out.

Credit to formulaonedirection for the GIF

Moment 1:

"Do you earn more than Lando Norris, chat you guys are wild ... but honestly with my individual sponsors, YouTube and streaming and any of my weird side activities I think it'd be up for debate" you giggle not actually knowing how much difference there was in what you or Lando earned.

"Not girlie casually admitting that with her side hustle she earns as much as an F1 driver, yeah guys, you gotta think I stream and upload full time. So i get paid for each YouTube video I do, I'm a twitch affiliate and you guys are so so generous. I game competitively and earn from that. I have sponsors, so ... lets just say i had no trouble buying Lando's Christmas presents" you grin, knowing the man had widely expensive taste.

"Who am i spending Christmas with, well Lando's family has asked if I'd like to join them, but I'll be spending the holidays mostly with Max and Pietra. Oh my gosh guys, did you see Instagram? I met Martin Garrix! How cool is that!" you laugh.

Moment 2:

"So I'm here today with Lando, and I'm teaching him Valorant, he knows that I'm in good but I don't think he knows I'm Immortal" you say until you unmute yourself in discord.

"Hey Lando baby" you joke but all you get from the otherside is silence which makes your chat go absolutely crazy.

You hear a few coughs that sound like choking, so you check his stream making sure not to tab out on stream, seeing him sat there in shock in his chair blushing.

"Lando?" you ask, and you watch as he rearranges himself in his chair pulling the mic closer to him.

"Hi, hello yes. Sorry you just threw me off guard" he laughs, wiping across his face with his fingers.

"What are we?" he asks, and you burst out laughing at the question which makes him laugh too. Chat on both ends starts going crazy, with the spam of Lando Norizz <<< Y/N the Rizzler and you were both dying.

Moment 3:

"Argghh fuck" you scream leaning back and fulling falling back off your chair. You were currently playing the horror game ' In Silence with Max, Lando and Ria.

"No way did Y/N just fall?" Max asks laughing at the girl whose stream he pulled up seeing her laying on the floor gripping her shoulder while her chair was now also laying in the floor.

"SHE DID" Lando laughs and you groan out in embarrassment.

Moment 4:

"What was that chat? My door reopened and closed shut while I was gone?" you ask looking back at your door. You knew you were home alone, the only people having a key to your apartment being Max and Pietra and Lando. But they were all travelling right now and were on the plane.

"Chat, stop messing with me" you scold jokingly, you start to load up the game your changing too. However a knock at your bedroom door has you stilling.

"What" you mouth looking at the camera. You go to the door, chat spamming saying how by opening the door that how all the dumb movie characters die. You here another knock making you flinch, you rip open the door, screaming when you see the scary mask, jumping and tacking the person now.

"Ow Y/N fuck" you hear and you rip the mask of, knowing that voice but not wanting to assume.

"Lando?" you ask looking at him.

"I thought it would be funny" he jokes laughing.

Moment 4:

"So Lando, Max and I thought it would be funny to play Valorant but for every kill we get we do a shot" you exclaim.

"Y/N gonna need new kidneys by the end of this? Hmmm very true, maybe we change it to every time we die we do a shot?" you ask seeing what chat's opinion would be on that.

"Then Lando and Max will be needing new kidneys? Well, I'm playing on my alt account and I'm just chilling so we'll be in gold/silver lobbies. Last time we played on my normal account, it was a struggle.

"Lets ask what they prefer! Guys? You want to do shots every time we get a kill or when we die?" you ask after unmuting yourself.

"We playing with MILF account of FnaticY/N?" Lando asks.

"MILF of course. And no comps, I'm not being called a booster" you grin and Max groans, Max was gold 2 and was asking for you to coach him, you had watched him in unrated's but refused to do comps together.

"Wait, when did you change your name...didnt it used to be Ilovetits6?" Max laughs.

"Yes, but chat started to call me mother? So i just rolled with it" you grin looking at chat and winking.

Moment 5:

"Are you and Lando Norris dating?" you ask, and then you open your phone and call Lando himself.

"Hey baby!" you smile and show the chat what Lando is saved as and the picture while he's on speakerphone.

"Hey love. I'm a little late coming back. I got stuck here with Zac and Oscar, but Max and P wanted to know if you would like to go out for dinner with them tonight" he asks and you laugh.

"Wait, Y/N are you live"

"Maybe, look you said you were ready to go public. So this is payback for what you did to Max on stream!" you laugh, knowing he wont be mad at you, as you'd talked recently about going public.

"Exposed? Yes yes i did" you grin.

Moment 6:

"Y/N your boyfriend is horny come sort him out" AngryGinge says adding you to the call forcefully mid stream.

"Mmmm that sounds like a job for you" you says seriously and you pull up his and Lando's stream to watch what was going on. Some people had come into your stream to say to get Lando to end the stream before PR has his head.

"He's been moaning on stream Y/N get your man and take him home"

"Yeah sorry let me just hop on the jet to Monaco..." you joke, knowing you definitely don't have a private jet.

"Wait, just how rich are you? Your boyfriends out here buying watches for 400k, you have a private jet. This just ain't right!" he exclaims making you laugh.

"I don't have a private jet. But... I've been in one of Max Verstappen's" you boast, you'd been introduced to him through Lando as Kelly wanted to meet you and set you up with her modelling agency.

"Huh? WHAT?" he screams and you just laugh before leaving the call. You shoot Lando a teasing message watching his eyes change as he reads it, and he lets out a groan that soon turns into a joke as Angry Ginge yelled at him to calm down again.

Moment 7:

"Salem stop" you tell your cat, which had jumped up and starting to paw in your lap where the blanket lay across before flopping down wanting fuss.

She started to meow at you not getting the wanted attention, but you were in the middle of an important rank up game, that would put you as radiant in Valorant.

As the game went on, you apologized to your teammates when you died after nearly clutching a round when Salem distracted you by pawing at your hand on your mouse.

"Salem please bub. 3 more rounds and you can have all the cuddles in the world" you whisper to the cat before she settles down, you proceed to Ace the next round and your team and you win the next two. The end of the game, with the MVP you get promoted to Radiant #497.

You celebrated by grabbing Salem your black Bombay cat and hugging her tightly, she leans into you wrapping her paws around happy for the affection she's finally getting.

"Treat?" you ask receiving a meow.

Chat:

y/nloverrr02- not y/n celebrating like she just got a podium

landonorizz- what's harder, f1 win, or reaching the top 500 valorant players

wedonttalkabouther- please, mother is mothering!

deadlocknerf- not her top fragging as an omen and their jett with a negative kda.

lockandassit- well done on the promo!

LandoNorris- Babe! Well done! I watched your win! I'm so proud

"Thank you, everybody. I think I'll leave it there for the day and I'll come back and we can try and get into the 450's!" you exclaim before cutting stream.

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[abrcmswrld]

Treacherous | Mike Schmidt x Reader

Summary: Reader and Mike have been best friends since childhood. After a fight, Reader is given a surprise visit.

Warnings: General Angst, General Fluff, a suggestive make out scene in the nude but nothing too crazy, mentions of feminine clothing in one part but overall gender neutral

Author's Note: IM EDITING THIS RN SO PLEASE JUST IGNORE THE MISTAKES AND LIKE DUMB STUFF This is my first fic for Mike so bear with me! I tried so hard to adhere to the movie timeline but if it seems shaky please just ignore it lmao. I'm also bad at pacing sorry. I’d love to make this a series cause I’m in love with a good friends to lovers trope.

Mike had always been a bit of a mess. All of the time that you've known him, this has never changed. You can recall times on the playground of boys calling him names for his sensitivities. How were they to know the gravity of his situation? How were you to know? But you always felt called to stand up for him either way.

So you'd hound them off. You'd grab his hand and pull him off the dirt and to a quiet corner of the playground. The two of you would sit on the wooden border, picking at the grass and watching the other kids play.

His sensitivities would quickly turn to a certain hardness that you'd never fully come to understand, even in your late twenties. He'd open up the tiniest bit in high school, after his mother had passed away. He was only 17 years old. You were still children.

You have memories of standing uncomfortably in the dress your mother had insisted you wear to the funeral. You didn't know how to approach him then. He sat alone in a chair on the far side of the funeral home, a blank expression on his face. You couldn't say a word as you took tiny footsteps towards him. And he didn't say a word either, just looked up with bloodshot eyes. You'd hugged him then, feeling his shoulders shakes against you.

Soon it was time for the two of you to start thinking about college and your lives outside of the scope of small town high school. Talks of plans to find something new and excited were quickly stomped out by the failures of his father. You can recall a 23 year old Mike begging for your company on late nights when his father's drinking had reached a climax.

And you'd gladly show up for him. Abby was only six by that time, and Mike was all she had. Mike spoke about his father with disdain to you. Never crying the way he had as child, but you could see a sad anger within the conversations. And really, you couldn't blame him.

You can remember a night on the roof of your childhood home. It wasn’t your first time sneaking Mike through the window of your bedroom. It was a cold December night, and you were home for the holidays.

“I don’t think my dad’s coming back.”

Your knees were pulled up and under your chin as you rest your head and listened to his worries. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I mean, he hasn’t been back for three days and I think this might finally be it.”

You furrowed your brows and met his gaze.

“I’ll move back here.”

In that moment he had begged you not to. You were so close to finishing your degree and he insisted that he could not be the reason you didn’t finish. So you heeded to his wishes. You finished your final semester.

In the 6 months that you were gone after that night, his dad had not returned. Mike had stepped up to be a guardian for his sister. Family court would later assure this in legal documentation.

You had hugged him tightly the first night you were home and assured him that you would be there, for the both of them.

━━━

You would prove that to him when his original babysitter had ghosted him.

“Probably got tired of not being paid.” He had said when you asked why.

You don’t ask for pay. You had a day job that kept you stable enough to live. And as Mike’s hours were night shift, there was really no problem with the arrangement.

It would go on for a few weeks. You hadn’t seen pay, but you didn’t mind. Mike would cook you breakfast when he got home. That was payment enough for you.

But you could notice he wasn’t doing well. Dark circles had formed under his eyes. He had confided in you about the actions of his Aunt Jane. He showed you the papers with bold letters proclaiming a request for a change of custody. His stress and worry made sense to you now.

He would have to prove he was fit, a big ask in a court setting, especially for someone like Mike. You had encouraged him the best you could.

But everything had come to a head on a night when Mike had intended to actually pay you.

He woke you from your light sleep on his couch, alerting you that he was home. He sat his tired body on the recliner.

“There’s a 20 dollar bill in my jacket pocket.”

His eyes are closed as he speaks. It seems the night has been a rough one for him. “You don’t have to, but thank you.” You find the jacket lying on the kitchen table. You feel slightly bad as you reach your hand in to find the bill, but your guilt falls into confusion as your fingers brush the tiny bottle inside.

You let your eyes travel over the orange bottle in your hands. You furrow your brows. You turn to face the recliner he sits in.

"Mike."

He turns his head to face you, tired eyes falling on yours. He sees the bottle in your hands and you can see a sense of uncertainty and dread fall across his features.

"What are these? Sleeping pills?"

He immediately tenses, as if he had been avoiding this topic with everyone. But he responds quietly, “Yes.”

You fall silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Realistically, there was nothing wrong with sleeping pills. People use them all of the time to sleep. But Mike seems hesitant to cover the topic of these pills and why he uses them.

An additional concern comes up in the way he had stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Why was he taking them to work? You hate the way your thoughts sound like the micromanagement of a mother, but all you can see is the bright yellow of the custody papers and Abby’s sweet face in your mind.

“Have you been taking these at work?”

He’s silent. It’s enough of an answer for you. You sigh as you sit the bottle down on the kitchen counter. You’ve known he wasn’t well. The incident that had gotten him fired from his last job, the dark circles under his eyes, the hardness about him, it all worried you. But you had always chose to let him live. Let him make his mistakes.

“Mike, talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

He lets out a spiteful scoff as if the conversation is beneath his worries at the moment. He lets out a shaky sigh. “I feel connected to him there. I don’t know why, but I do.”

There’s no doubt in your mind who he is referring to. His baby brother. The one he couldn’t save. You let him continue.

“If I can put myself into the right state of mind, I can see it. I can watch it over and over. And if I try hard enough maybe I might see who took him.”

He voice drifts off to a quiet and weak tone, “That’s all that matters to me.”

You can tell he’s hurt by the way that his voice comes out strained and weak, and it hurts you too. It’s not as if you couldn’t understand the pain of the situation. He’d cried to you all those years back when it first occurred. What you can’t understand is how he could let it ruin his relationship with Abby. Abby who is alive and well. Abby who, even if discreet, sees Mike as the moon and stars.

“And what about that little girl who sits around and draws you all day long?”

It makes you feel like a bitch to even say such a thing to him, but if it gives him a shake maybe it’d be worth it. “What about her?”

He stands still as a statue, emotions shifting across his face as he processes the words you’ve shot at him. You’re sure they strike like a bullet. His mouth opens and closes again, so you speak again.

“I know how badly you want to bring him back, Mike. To bring him back and be able to pretend none of that ever happened.”

He furrows his brows and you can the see the hurt flood his expression.

“But you’re going to lose them both if you don’t get your shit together.”

You sigh. You hate the way you sound like a mother scolding a child. You take a shaky breath. “Do you think that this job is really good for you? I mean-“ He cuts you off with a scoff and a laugh.

His tense attitude has you uncomfortable and defensive. You hate the way your voice becomes strained as you speak. “I just think it’s taking a toll on you.”

“I need this job, otherwise I’m never gonna see her again.”

And of course you know that. He needs a job to look good for a court that’s supposed to be able to decide if he’s right to take care of his sister. But what good does a job do on paper if the court can clearly see the way his mental stability is shaky? He hesitates and meets your eyes with a tense look as he speaks,

“You’re here to babysit Abby, not me.”

You stand silently in front of him for a moment before grabbing your coat. You turn toward him. You can see the quirk of regret on his expression, but he doesn’t speak, doesn’t take it back.

“It’s gonna take more than a shitty job that drives you crazy to keep her. I think you should find somebody else to babysit Abby.”

There’s malice in your tone and you hate it. But you can’t make excuses for him. You ignore his voice as he says your name quietly. You just let the door close behind you a you walk to your car. You wait for the door to open again behind your back. It doesn’t.

He doesn’t text you either. In fact, you don’t hear from him for another week and you wonder if he’s already replaced you and plans on holding the grudge.

You assume he must have. He must have found another babysitter for Abby. It seemed he was saving money to actually pay whoever took that role.

You can’t stop yourself from becoming more and more sad as the week goes on. You find yourself worrying more and more about Mike. And Abby. There’s no doubt in your mind that Jane was still adamant on proving in court that Mike was an unfit guardian.

You don’t know why you feel as though your presence could somehow remedy that. You don’t know why you feel an ache so deep in your heart. Friendship breakups are common. But Mike was different.

You still don’t let yourself text him. You would give him the power to choose that route. To choose you and the friendship you had given him since you were both children. And by the end of the week you have to force yourself to sleep.

And by the end of the week you get what you had secretly hoped for.

━━━

The knock on your door is urgent. You're half asleep as you rise out of the comfort of your bed. Your feet press against the cold floor as you rush to see who it could be. As you glance through the peephole you're met with those familiar black curls.

You open the door swiftly, shivering at the cool breeze that flows in. He looks like hell. Abby stands at his side. You're stunned, "Oh my God." You open the door wider and usher the two of them in.

Abby seems to be physically uninjured, while Mike's face is bloodied and bruised. You whisper to Mike,

"What the hell happened?"

He looks to Abby before he answers. "Abby should get some rest while we talk." You nod immediately. "Of course. She can sleep in my bed while I patch you up."

You lead the young girl to the bed and ensure she's tucked in. She thanks you quietly before you leave the room. You grab some first aid supplies from the bathroom cabinet on your way back.

"Sit."

You point Mike in the direction of the couch. He winces as you wipe the open cuts with alcohol wipes. You raise an eyebrow, “ You look like hell, Mike.” He scoffs in response.

“So you gonna tell me who did this to you, or am I just gonna have to keep wondering?”

Mike hesitates. You stop your movements to look at him with concern. He shakes his head, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.” You sigh,

“Mike, I know you. Just tell me.”

And so he does. He explains everything down to the little details he can remember. It sounds crazy, it absolutely does. But you can’t bring yourself to think he’s faking it.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I know what I saw. She knows what she saw.” He points in the direction of the room Abby was soundly sleeping in.

“I believe you.”

He closes his eyes and exhales a large breath. You continue to clean the cuts along his face and head. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches.” He nods. There’s still an awkward tension between the two of you. He’s upset with himself for letting you leave the way you had, and you’re ashamed of yourself for letting him push you away. You break the silence at the same time,

“You know-“

“I’m sorry-“

You can’t help but laugh a little, and he smiles weakly back at you.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” You continue.

He shrugs. “You were just looking out for me. I understand that now.” It means a lot coming from Mike. He’s stubborn, not usually one to admit when he’s wrong. It makes the moment all the more sincere. You smile slightly, letting a hand brush his cheek where a bruise is blossoming under the skin.

“I wouldn’t have said what I did if I didn’t care about you.”

He nods slowly and leans his cheek into your caress. You can feel the warmth of his hand as he lets it fall to your hip. His voice falls to a whisper.

“I care about you too.”

You smile and swipe a thumb over his bottom lip, where the plush skin has split from impact and smeared blood across his pale chin. He groans as he leans up, it’s only then that you notice the large gash on his side.

He attempts to stand, hobbling on his injured leg. “Mike,” He turns toward your bedroom, ready to grab Abby and get out of your hair. When he turns his back, you can see the blood seeping through his shirt and the large tear across his back. You grab his hand,

“Mike.”

He faces you again, letting a quick glance fall to your now connected hands. “Let her sleep, she’s alright. Let me help you.”

He stands awkwardly in front of your bathroom counter. His muscles flex with each touch of your fingers around his wounds, his fingers gripping the counter until his knuckles are white.

“I think it’d be best if you took this off.”

You’re awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his long sleeve shirt. He meets your gaze in the mirror and you feel small. Your voice is nearly a whisper, “I- I just can’t see.”

You stare at the floor as he pulls the shirt over his head. The gash is messy, but not deep enough to require stitches. Regardless, it’s covered in a thick layer of blood and sweat. You usher him to turn, and you see that the cut on his side is not better.

He can see the way your eyebrows screw together. “Is it that bad?” His voice has a touch of dread hidden in its tone. “I mean,” You glance at him.

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but you need to clean them or they’re gonna get infected.”

He swallows and nods. You walk to the shower, turning the knobs and adjusting the water to an appropriate and comfortable temperature. You clear your throat, “Here. I’ll, uh, I’ll let you…do your thing.”

You turn on your heels to give him privacy. As soon as your fingers touch the metallic surface of the doorknob, his hand catches your free hand, pulling gently. You turn toward him, meeting his eye. He pulls you closer and carefully pulls you into an embrace. You’re worried you’ll catch his wounds with your hands so you let them hover above his skin, not actually touching. But you want to.

You can feel his breath on your neck where he’s buried his face. He speaks into the sensitive skin, “Thank you. I don’t thank you enough.” That’s the moment you finally let your hands rest on his skin.

“You don’t have to thank me, Mike. I do it because I care about you.” You gently brush your fingers across his upper back, avoiding his cut. “Besides, you’d do it for me.”

He pulls himself from your neck, and you drop your hands from his back gently, expecting him to pull out of the embrace. But he stays close to you and only pulls back enough to see your face. Your cheeks are so hot. You can feel it and you know he can probably see it. He keeps his hands at your sides, just above your hips in a way that feels respectful. You allow yourself to put your hands on his forearms, thumbs resting in the bend of his elbows.

“Your water is gonna get cold.”

It’s a whisper as it comes out. He simply nods but doesn’t drop his hands from your sides. You smile shyly at him.

“Come with me.”

Your face is instantly hot and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the steam that’s building in the room and around the two of you. With your eyes wide and your mouth opening but no words coming out, he looks at you with hesitation, like he can’t believe the words actually left his mouth.

You can see the fear building on his expression the longer the silence drags on. Thoughts are racing through your head. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought of this. You loved him. There’d always been a flutter in your stomach and a heat in your cheeks that let you know that perhaps it could be more than a friendship. You want that. But is this really how it’s going to happen?

You imagine the two of you going from childhood friends to becoming well acquainted with each other’s bodies in the span of one stressful night after not speaking for nearly a week. But there are no alarm bells going off in your head. You can’t bring yourself to feel ashamed.

So you kiss him. With his arms still around you and the heat from his bare chest creating a sense of protection from everything. With the whirl of water hitting the tub filling your ears. With the image of Abby sleeping soundly in your bedroom in your mind.

When you pull away, he looks at you with a sense of longing you’ve not seen on him before. You don’t want to say a word, not right now. It’ll be complicated. You know it will be. And you’ll have to have that conversation eventually, but right now the only thing you want is the heat of the water and the silk of his skin against yours.

So you finally unwrap yourself from him to begin working the buttons on your shirt. You’ve turned your brain off momentarily. Your fingers are on autopilot as they remove each article of clothing. If you allowed yourself to think, you’d surely turn in on yourself from the shame.

But when you’re finally bare and displayed in front of him, he doesn’t speak. He only looks with a fondness in his eyes that goes beyond a lustful stare. He slowly works his pants off his injured figure, wincing in the process, and soon he’s just as bare as you.

You’re shaking and cursing yourself internally for doing so. God, why were you shaking? You know he notices as he reaches his hand out to touch your arm lightly, grounding you in reality, and speaks, “Are you okay?”

You nod. More than okay.

The water feels heavenly as it beats against the skin of your back. Mike hobbles into the shower after you. He’s hesitant as you usher him to switch with you. It’s gonna hurt, but it’s necessary.

Your fingers lightly brush the wound on his back. He'd already been wincing slightly from the sting of the water, but your touch has him tensing immediately. You grab a cloth and dampen it enough to be effective in cleaning the general blood and grime from the afflicted wound.

The moment your cloth cover hand touches the  wound, he cries out through closed teeth, "Fucking- fuck!" His hands are planted against the shower wall in front of him. He bites his lip, holding in the whimpers of pain, trying his hardest not to wake Abby.

"Shh. It's okay, Mikey."

You let a gentle hand fall to his non injured side, brushing his skin. You're trying to sooth his tense and pained form as much as possible.

Soon enough you have both gashes cleaned up and ready to be bandaged. Mike turns to face you in the shower. His face still has a slight touch of discomfort to it, but he smiles weakly at you.

“Thank you.”

You smile back and nod. You’ve hardly said a word outside of attempting to sooth his pain with sweet words. The cold is starting to seep in from the tiny crack in the shower curtain. You can feel tiny goosebumps beginning to form on your skin. He frowns slightly and breaks the silence again.

“Did I cross a line…with this?”

Your head is already shaking before you can even comprehend the question. Like your body knows the answer before your mind does. “No, Mike.” He hesitates in his response, standing still and quiet before stepping towards you.

He seems to be able to move around a little better. You’re not sure if it’s the water cleaning the previously irritated wounds or if it’s the adrenaline pumping through his body. Either way you’re thankful as his hands are grabbing at your face and pulling you into another kiss.

It’s sloppier than the previous kiss you had shared, and he’s pushed you back so far that your back is hitting the cold tile of the shower wall. A fog has taken over your mind as you reach around his shoulders, digging your fingers into the plush muscle of his back.

The feeling of his tongue swiping into your mouth has sent you entirely mad. You’re whining slightly at the feeling and your eyes are half lidded. You can’t even think of the fact that this is your childhood best friend kissing you. Making you shudder. You can’t find it in you to care, you want him.

“Mikey…”

It’s a whispered moan as you let your head fall back against the tile, exposing the delicate skin of your neck to his wandering mouth.

Despite his injured form, his hands are tight around you. You'd thought of this before, in the heat of the night alone in your high school bedroom, hormones taking over completely.

You'd imagined the strong grip of his hands and the contrast of his plush lips. The bite of white teeth and soothing warmth of the hot water.

It’s absolutely divine, you think. He is divine. You know you’ll have dark bruises on your neck from the way he bites. You can’t help but run a hand through the hair on the back of his head and tug slightly. The moan is elicits rumbles through your neck and you want more.

You’re absolutely drunk off of the feeling of his body being this close to yours, nearly intertwined. You don’t even think when your nails swipe the cut on his back. That is until he lets out a yelp in the crook of your neck and promptly jump back.

You’re wide eyed immediately, realizing what you’d just done.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Mike.”

You can still see the remnants of a wince on his face but he laughs. And you find yourself letting out a nervous laugh with him. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

You laugh again, holding the palm of your head to your forehead.

“We should probably get out. It’s getting cold.”

You nod.

━━━

You manage to sneak past Abby’s sleeping figure long enough to grab old clothes from your room. You find yourself thanking the universe than Abby is a heavy sleeper.

You’re also thankful that you hadn’t given Mike back an old t-shirt that he had left in your home years ago. He smiles at you when you hand it to him. He puts it on and examines the familiar print on the front.

“You’ve been holding this one hostage, huh?”

You gently nudge his shoulder and let out a chuckle. “Shut up.”

You’ve layered blankets in the middle of your living room floor. You speak as you lay pillows down on the makeshift palette. “Abby is sleeping peacefully, I’m not letting you drive home tonight, and there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on my tiny couch.”

You point exaggeratedly at the “bed” you’ve created for the two of you. “Ta-da.” You let yourself fall back onto the layers of pillows and blankets. It’s surprisingly cushioned. You sigh. “Actually not that bad, Mikey.”

He watches you with a smile from his seat on your couch. “You’ve really out done yourself.” He slides off the couch and into the layers of blankets and pillows next to you. He turns to rest on his uninjured side, facing you. It’s dark in the room, but you’ve left one lamp on. You can see his features glow under the warm light. You brush a hand on his cheek lightly.

“I’m glad you didn’t die tonight, Mike.”

He snickers, but you’re serious. The thought of his face on the news, just another tragedy at Freddy’s, haunts you. “I’m serious.”

He simply stares at you. “You’re not gonna go back there, right?” He closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna take care of her. I can’t keep a job.”

Your thumb brushes at his cheek, soothing his tension. “I’ll help you. When have I ever left you alone in this?” You shiver as you think of the only time you’d walked out on him after that heated argument. You push the thought away and close your eyes.

“Really love you, Mike. You’re my best friend.”

You open your eyes hesitantly and you can see the shine of moisture in his. “Love you too.”

You place a kiss on his lips. It’s chaste, but full of a deep warmth. It leaves you wondering what comes next.

You tuck yourself in close to him.

“Goodnight, Mike.”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt fluff

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being truthful with my husband's coworker?

I (23f) have a husband (25m) who is very close with his coworkers. They come over to our house a lot for DND, holidays, etc.

One of his coworkers, N (27m) and I were close. N is very charismatic and flirts with EVERYONE. My husband legitimately did not care, I've even showed him me and N's texts before which look the same as my husband and N's- yes some flirting but nothing actually serious. Most of it is joking

Well, N started dating someone they all work with, J. I had never met J, I have 0 clue her age. The first time we met, I tried to be inviting as there isn't a lot of girls around except those of us that are married or who already are coworkers. She seemed shy, maybe a bit socially awkward.

Then the second time, I caught her pointing at me and whispering to her best guy friend and they both started laughing. It felt like I was in high school, but I ignored it. N had been out of the room. This was at MY house.

We've met a handful of times since, and by a handful I mean literally 5 times. Every time she does not say a word to me. I've tried talking to her and she'll blankly stare at me. So I've stopped. If she doesn't want to be friends that is her choice.

Except my husband caught her vagueposting about me on social media. N doesn't have social media fyi. She basically posted the exact outfit I was wearing, something that happened, and then put "what a dumb situation caused by someone stupid, but at least the outfit was cute". She also replied to a comment saying i was flirting with her man and a homewrecker, which is why I brought up how N is because he is like that with EVERYONE. So I haven't liked her since because, sure she can be upset with N and me joking and "flirting" even if N is like that with every coworker and even my husband, but to post about me and call me stupid just seemed petty and rude

I asked N if she was uncomfortable with our interactions, because J had me blocked on social media and I couldn't ask her, and N said she shouldn't be because he treats me no different then anyone else.

Well, any group hang outs she doesn't come to. There is always an excuse, and I dont even want to invite her because of what she said about me. Except for DND which I am not a part of (I do enjoy it, but the way they play is so fast paced and im dyslexic and not good at math, I have a better time watching then playing so I do other things while they play, it also gives my husband time to enjoy a hobby he likes alone). Anytime J is over for DND she ignores me or whispers to her guy friend when I'm around. N is still N, flirting with everyone (me, my husband, the guy who plays an orc, J, etc.). I dont even think he is intentionally flirting i think he is just very charismatic and some stuff he says can be taken that way

Well most recently N invited us to his house so me and my husband went. J came home started talking to everyone there and then saw us and went to her room (N, J, and two other people live together). She didn't come back out the entire time me and my husband were there, but I found out later she came out once we were gone.

N texted me asking my opinion of J. I was truthful and said, and I quote "Well she seems smart and she is pretty, but I don't really know her. I don't think she likes me, which to each their own. I wish she was a bit more polite about things when she is at my house. Cant really speak on someone i dont know except that shes a bit cold and not who i had thought you would be with.. Otherwise, as long as your happy, what does my opinion matter?" To which N replied "so you have a bigger opinion" and then blocked me.

My husband agrees with me but N is his best friend, they haven't discussed it at work. I have seen J recently, we ran into each other at a store, and she called me a bitch (I guess N told her what I said). AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[korumimi]

Okay so, a while after the purgatory, everyone is back. Everything is fine. Mike is awake, everyone is in Christmas mood. So everything is fine. Pac is fine.

Cellbit and Roier are back and playing with Richas and Pepito while Pac watches from afar. Fit notices Pac and goes near him to say hi and see how everything is going.

Then he notices something. Something in the expression Pac is making. He looks distant. Kinda tired, maybe concerned. He is frowning a little. And before Fit says something Pac puts his hoodie back and warp away.

Fit is confused and goes check on the map where Pac is. He's on chume island. Without thinking he warps there too.

Pac is sitting in his armchair next to the water wheel. His with his knees next to his chest.

"Oi Pac!"

"Oh. Hi Fit!" His expression changes quickly to a happy face.

"Just wanted to check on you. You left without saying anything." Fit seats in the other armchair.

"Oh yeah I was about to go sleep. Organized some things in my inventory and all that stuff. Just seated here to... To appreciate the view!"

"Oh I see I see..."

They stay like that for a moment. Fit is a little worried so he doesn't want to leave yet.

"Do you mind if... If I stay here for a while?"

"No, no, not at all. Feel like this is your home too" Pac smiles.

Fit smiles back but stays quiet, appreciating the view too. He knows what happened in purgatory and Pac said that he even had fun in most of the time. Mike is awake now too. Richas is fine, and all his dads are back too. So he can't see the problem clearly. But he looks with attention and Pac seems a tired. Like he's not sleeping well.

"Are you sleeping good?" Fit asks in a lower voice.

Pac seems a little surprised.

"I thought no one would notice haha" He laughs. "I mean, I even tried to make that trick with the spoons to see if it get better but-"

"Pac"

Pac stops talking and see Fit is serious.

"Sorry Fit... Yeah but... I'm fine. I'm fine! Everyone is back on the island, commemorating the holidays, it's all fine!"

"Is there something bothering you? I mean, I'm here if you want to talk y'know. Like, don't feel pressured though, just- like- I want you to know I'm here." Fit is now inclined in Pac's direction, still sitting in the armchair.

Pac is quiet. First a little impressed but now he seems a little nervous, a little uneasy. He hugs himself.

"Okay so.... Im having these... These nightmares... So I'm not sleeping so well..."

Pac is fidgetting with his gloves and Fit waits for Pac to say more.

Pac sighs

"It's nothing! Like... It's just some dumb dreams, they are not real so don't need to worry about that."

"Do you want to talk about it? About the dreams?"

"I- I don't think... I don't know... Is just like..." Pac is now holding his leg.

"It's okay if you don't want to."

"Okay... Is just that- AAAARGH. I'm just so dumb, why I am like this!" Pac hides his face in his hoodie.

"I'm so useless..." Pac says just like a whisper.

"Don't say that!" Now Fit is next to Pac's armchair, crouching just to try and see Pac's face. "Can you tell me why you are saying this? I can help you Pac."

Pac peaks from his hoodie.

He exhales.

"Okay... So... I'm afraid of... Cellbit..." He hides himself. "You can laugh now, I won't judge, I would laugh too"

"Of course not Pac. It's okay to- to be afraid of things. Your feelings are valid Pac."

Pac stays in his little hideout. And Fit waits.

"Can you tell me why you are afraid of him?"

"Is just... He killed my friends once... He... He took my leg..." Pac grips his leg. Fit only waits with a surprised expression.

"And when we were in purgatory, he-he was there killing my friends! And- and- I-" He's voice is failing now.

"I couldn't do anything... I couldn't save them... I lost all my courage. And I was the lider! I was supposed to protect them!" Pac lifts his head trying to not cry.

"And I even said I could do things for him if he asked... It was like the prison all over again..."

And Pac tries to clean his tears before they fall. He doesn't want to look like this, even more not in front of Fit! But he can't stop crying. Why is he so useless. So afraid. Why he can't just, be strong! And stoic like any of the others! Fit could do that easily but he can't, because he is dumb and useless...

"But when we were together in purgatory you made it! You killed him and fought with him!" Fit tries to say in a optimistic way.

"That was because you were with me... You were by my side and I knew you could kill him. You could help me..."

"But it's okay Fit! You don't need to worry! Is just something dumb like me. Everything in the island is fine now, everyone is fine! So I will be fine..."

They stay quiet for a couples seconds. Pac is trying to clean his face with his sleeves.

"Can I hug you?" Fit is with a worried face.

And Pac is again impressed. Impressed that someone is by his side. Hasn't made fun of him. That someone is worried about him. Even though he's the most unluckiest guys on earth. And maybe he doesn't deserve anything happy. And he is even more impressed that this someone is Fit. He just wants to cry. But he cried so much already. Why is he like this.

But he accepts the hug. They stand up and they hug each other. And Pac cries a little more. But Fit holds him, and holds all the pieces that are trying to break and fall.

"Don't say that you are dumb or useless Pac. You are one of the most amazing person I have ever met. You make so many cool things, you are so smart. You made the fucking cure for that federation pill. You are awesome! You are kind and helps everyone in this island. You sacrifice yourself a little too much even, for the sake of others. Don't say bad things about yourself please... You are really good to me and makes me sad hearing that..."

"Sorry about that..."

"Don't be sorry! That's what fr- That's why I'm here for. I'm here to support you and help you when you need, okay?"

Pac doesn't respond right away. And now Fit is panicking a little. Did he talked too much? Is this going to scare Pac? Did he go too far? Now my heart is beating a little too fast. He will notice. Why my face is so hot. I just said I'm here for him, that doesn't make anything weird, right?

But Fit doesn't leave the hug. But they are quiet. And Fit is sure that anyone could hear his heart beating, so surely Pac is hearing. But Pac also doesn't leave. So maybe is fine. Finally Pac says something.

"Thank you Fit..." And Pac lifts his head to see Fit. "It means a lot to me."

And Pac is with the most honest smiles in his face. And he looks beautiful. The sunset is hitting his face making him glow. And Fit can't think in his panic anymore. Because he's stunned with how Pac looks.

Pac breaks eye contact and hugs Fit tighter, in a way of thanking him. And finally leaves the hug.

"Okay so I will leave for today. But thank you so much for what you said. It really means a lot to me. I know I still have to work on these...things... But I know that I can ask help if I need!" And his smiles so gorgeous.

"O-okay, but yeah! Anything you need just call me!"

"Thank you Fit! Bye!" Pac leaves for the wearhouse.

"Bye!"

And Fit is stunned. He just takes his warp and goes back to home. He doesn't move. Just place his hands in his face and blushes. Why is he like this.

On the other side Pac is just blushing and hiding himself inside his hoodie.

#im so normal about them #pac qsmp #q pactw #q fitmc #fit qsmp #hideduo #q fit #q pac #qsmp #fitpac #here you go the angst #but with a happy ending? #kinda fluffy #hideduo fanfic #its kinda of a fanfic #yeah so again is late and im writing man doing gay rp in Minecraft #fitmc #pactw #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #it was bigger than i expected #not that anyone cares

[panelshowsource]

hello everyone and happy christmas day! 🎄 i hope wherever you are, whatever you are or are not celebrating, whoever you're with, you're having a joyful season~

after a lil pandemic hiatus, i've been back and blogging regularly — updating my google drive to share, posting gifs, answering funny and silly and engaging asks — for the last six months, and it's been quite fun 🥹 i still think i'm a little too sensitive for the internet and i don't know why i don't seem to get any better at making gifs and i know i post too much of the same stuff and i want the blog to be better — but, regardless, it's been a nice space to come to every day. we watch these dumb shows because they distract from the harder days for 45 minutes at a time and remind us there always reasons to smile, so thank you for coping alongside me. and for all the kindness! really. i got so many holiday messages and they were too sweet...💝 ≧◡≦

if you need something to watch, i posted a recap of some of the christmas specials this month and they should all be updated on the masterposts. hope you enjoy them!

i'm with my family for the season and between apartments after a big move and full of mashed potatoes and exhausted by it all, but i will be back posting regularly in the new year: big taskmaster sets, friendship sets, peep show/ttoi/blackadder/fawlty rewatches, polls, ugh i have so many wips and fun ideas...

in the meantime, thank you again and happy holidays 🤍

sarah

#p #mine

[ask-emo-raiden]

lightning journal entry 2

ughhh today is sure going to end great... (X_X)

usually me n my stepdad don't do anything for the easter holiday but this year i guess he just randomly decided to have family over??? dunno what made him change his mind cuz he never ever has me visit family with him, and usually when we have guests it's ppl from his work or something and i get sent to bed early so he can have a fancy dinner party n stuffs

but today at breakfast he told me 2 get dressed into something nice later cuz my uncle n aunt n cousins r coming over in the afternoon and i was like (o_o) wut... i didn't even know i HAD cousins!!! n he was like "yah we have a big family but i'm just too embarrassed of u 2 let them meet u but they wouldn't accept my excuse this time so be prepared n don't mess anything up" (=_=) thx dad good 2 kno

i don't wanna have to meet anyone today! n i'm not allowed 2 just stay upstairs in my room either!! i have to actually talk n stuff!!! i bet my cousins will be dumb and annoying and i bet my uncle will slap me on the back and laugh really loud and i bet my aunt will try to hug me and kiss me and the whole time my stepdad will be watching me like a hawk to make sure i don't "ruin" it but he'll probably get mad at me anyway n then ground me for a week so i can't walk to the corner store after school or take the bus 2 the mall next weekend so i'll b stuck at home UGH

i hate my life and i wish i could just turn into a vampire or zombie or something so i can bite people and not get in trouble for it cuz i'm just a monster and it's what i do and you can't do anything about it (>_<) but i'm just a stupid dumb human and if i bite someone then everyone is disappointed cuz i should b better than that or something... but could you really blame me if i did when i have to deal with crap like this on a regular basis!!!!!

i'll update you guys later on how it goes i guess, cuz the guests are gonna be here soon...

#AER journal

[mooifyourecows]

I love the humor of your fics! I've genuinely never read a story that does it's humor so well and even after multiple rereads I find myself laughing out loud reading Open Tab for example. What tips would you give for writers who are trying to incorporate humor into the story without it being corny?

Hey, sorry for the late reply, i've been really busy lately with the holidays, womp womp 🥲

My advice is: embrace the corny. Every joke I've made will someday (if not already) be corny to somebody. Some of them have become corny even to me. But that's okay. Corny is good. Corny is funny too. Life is too short to be embarrassed about your writing. Embrace corny.

And what makes you laugh the first time might not make you laugh the fifth time. That doesn't mean it wasn't funny the first four times, right? There are tons of jokes I read back on now and I'm like "oh GOD that's lame" but when i wrote it, and when people first read it, it was HILARIOUS. Humor just wears off a little the more you expect and remember it. I mean sure, there are always going to be those jokes that you think are ALWAYS funny, but they're probably not always funny to other people. They might not have been funny ever at all for some people.

All that matters is if YOU think it's funny. Make YOURSELF laugh and giggle and snort over your stupid, corny jokes. That's what I do. I write something, and if it makes me laugh, I know it'll make someone else laugh. Maybe only one other person, but hey, me and that person are the only people in the world with taste anyway so, bombs away. Don't play to an audience unless you're trying to sell something. Play to yourself and you'll attract like minded people and those are the BEST people to have as your readers. They'll love and support you more than your own dang mom.

And then of course the usual advice i give to people about writing comedy is to consume comedy. Watch some shows/movies or read some books/comics that you personally find hilarious. Really pay attention to why they're funny. If you have to, pause and really break a joke down. Even take notes if that's helpful. Basically treat it like you're about to write a deep dive essay on why you laughed. I know it might seem unfun, explaining the joke, but if you understand comedy, you'll have an easier time writing it. Pay attention to word usage, timing, physical gags, silence, etc. It's all important. But don't be afraid to play around! Comedy is like any art and is meant to be creative and unique to every individual. There are some things out there that people find funny that I can't even pretend to laugh at. And that's okay! It's about taste. Find what you like and try it on.

Personally, I like witty banter. I like humor that is a little surprising and over the top. I like when something is so dumb that you can't help but laugh about it. I like funny characters AND funny situations, but especially funny characters in funny situations. So these are the things I try to include in my writing.

But I also really enjoy contrast, so I like to pair humor with other stuff. Sweet romance, deep emotions, sad drama, etc. If you try to be funny and only funny all the time, you're gonna come off a little desperate and the jokes will fall flat. Ever watch a long running show and have to suffer watching it slowly get less and less funny as the seasons go by because all the nuance is gradually replaced with signature character traits recycled again and again and again until every character is a husk of their former selves? That's what it feels like when you focus too hard on making everything funny. You lose the soul of the writing.

Really pay attention to the things you find funny and try and emulate that same energy. Don't use the same jokes, of course, but try and capture the general vibe of the humor in a way that suits your story/writing style. A lot of the stuff I like to consume is witty banter/outlandish situations/crass euphemisms/puns so those are the things i like to put into my own stories. And hey, sometimes it doesn't work. I've written jokes that make me laugh until I cry but nobody seems to feel the same way and HEY, that's alright. I like it. And liking the stuff you're doing is the most important thing in the end.

Anyway, I hope this is helpful in some way. If you ever want any more advice, feel free to shoot me another ask! I'll try my best 👍

Good luck! Sending you good funny vibes for your adventures into comedic writing 🌈

[mooodyblue]

Hiii I want to say that I love ur little!e stuff so umm here’s a request

Elvis regresses at a Christmas part and he hasn’t told anyone abt it except for y/n so she has to pull him aside and calm him before he throws a tantrum when she notices that he regressed she ends the party and basically does a nighttime routine and tucks El in? I Hope It’s not to much <3

thank you!! loved this request!! hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

stupid christmas | little!elvis x cg!reader

warnings: age regression, little space

wc: 787

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elvis had no idea why he thought this christmas party would be a good idea. it was his favorite holiday and normally he'd just have you and his family here to celebrate, but he was somehow talked into throwing a party instead. he stopped talking to people an hour ago, he didn't even know where you were. there had to be a way to get out of this party and end it. but his head was hurting, the many lights hanging around graceland were getting to him, everyone was having conversations about several different things he didn't care about. but where were you?

he finally went back to the living room to go find you. but the moment he stepped in the room, everyone was suddenly coming up to him. it was all overwhelming for him. he faked smiles and tried to talk to the best of his ability, but it was hard. he eventually locked eyes with you, giving you a look. you could tell something was off about him. you finished up the conversation you were having with vernon before heading over to elvis, flashing a smile at him and the group of people he was talking to.

he gave you a side hug, kissing your temple and not letting go of you.

"i'm surprised you're throwin' a christmas party, this is new for you." jerry said, taking a swig of the whiskey in his glass.

elvis shrugged. "well....uh." he stuttered, not being able to respond. he kept looking over at the lights shining on the christmas tree, then back at jerry. "yea." he mumbled.

"everything alright?" asked billy.

"stupid christmas party." elvis muttered under his breath.

you shot elvis a nervous look, clearing your throat loudly. "haha...excuse us for a minute." you smiled once again, pulling him into the kitchen. "elvis..." you said sternly.

"this christmas party is stupid!" he complained. "everyone here is stupid! this isn't fun! i-i don't wanna talk to people anymore. this is all boring, stupid, annoying-"

"elvis!" you exclaimed. although this behavior isn't new from elvis, you were surprised to hear this from him especially on christmas. his favorite holiday of all days.

"mommy, this is dumb. everyone's bein' too loud! how is santa supposed to come when everyone's bein' stupid and loud!"

oh.

you exhaled, taking in a breath. "baby, are you feeling little right now?"

elvis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "i-i just...."

"it's okay, elvis. it's fine." you reassured him, giving his shoulder a slight squeeze. "but honey, you can't be talkin' like that. you're not being a good boy by throwing a tantrum like that."

"but-!"

"nope. i'm not hearin' it." you said sternly. "now, i'm gonna go out there and send everyone home, then i'm coming back in here and we're gonna take care of you. okay?"

elvis looked down sadly, embarrassed. "okay, mommy."

"you sit right there," you pointed at the small dining table, "don't move. don't leave the room." elvis nodded as he took a seat. he watched you leave the room, resting his chin on his fist as he listened to you lie about him not feeling well and apologizing for ending the party so soon. he just wanted to go to bed and hug his stuffie, he didn't even care about christmas anymore. well, maybe he wouldn't go that extreme.

you said your final goodbyes, promising vernon that you could take care of elvis and that he'd be fine, practically pushing him out of the door. now onto elvis. you walked back into the kitchen, looking at elvis who looked just sad. "buntyn," you sighed.

"'m sorry, mommy. been bad. not nice." he said, sadly.

you crouched down to him, meeting him eye level. "it's okay. thank you for apologizing. i bet santa forgives you too."

his eyes lit up, "really?"

you grinned, nodding yes. "let's get you ready for bed so we can see what santa brought you in the morning." you stood up and reached out for his hand, elvis taking it as you lead him to his bedroom. you got him washed up, running him a bath and of course, cleaning up the floor after that bath. you even let him pick out his pajamas for the night, opting for ones with reindeer decorated all over. you tucked him into bed, handing him his stuffie.

"mommy?"

"hmm?"

"can you sleep with me tonight?" he asked, softly.

you gave him a soft smile, "of course, baby." you picked up the book from his side table and got under the covers with him. his eyes began to flutter as you were reading his book out loud, drifting off and forgetting about todays events.

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#elvis x reader

[theoceanoasis]

Christmas tree for soundrod if you have time please!

After a long shift at work he opened the door, ready to greet his Conjunx. Only to freeze in shock. As he watched Hot Rod put something on the giant tree in their living room.

"What is that?"

Hot Rod jumped slightly and turned towards him looking confused.

"It's a Christmas tree."

"A what?"

"it's an Earth tradition."

He stared at him blankly and Hot Rod looked back awkwardly.

"I'm guessing the Decepticons didn't really do holidays."

"Nope."

"Oh..."

Hot Rod looked at the tree and then back at him and then looked at the tree and then back at him.

"Well now you can learn about it."

He gestured towards the tree.

"The humans celebrate this holiday called Christmas. It's about this guy called Santa or something, coming into people's houses and leaving them gifts."

"...What does that have to do with the tree?"

Hot Rod shrugged.

"I don't know. I just know humans decorate it and then put presents underneath."

"Humans are weird."

"I know, but it's fun and everyone's celebrating."

Hot Rod looked at the tree and he sighed knowing he was fighting a loosing battle.

"Show me what to do."

Hot Rods spoiler perked up. As he rushed over grabbed his arm and then pulled him towards the tree.

"So, I already put the lights on and now I'm putting on the ornaments."

"Ornaments?"

"It's stuff you hang on the tree."

Hot Rod demonstrated and he followed along, helping him decorate the Christmas tree.

"Oh, I forgot to turn on Christmas music."

Hot Rod quickly went to turn it on, while he worked on decorating the tree. Suddenly he heard music coming from one of the speakers. At the same time Hot Rod came over.

"Do you like it?"

He listened to the song and had to admit it wasn't bad.

"There's a lot of Christmas songs out there. I have a whole playlist of them."

He nodded and continued working on the tree. Listening to the music and feeling his mates excitement. He had to admit. It wasn't as dumb as he thought. Maybe there really was something to this Christmas holiday.

#transformers #soundrod #soundwave #hot rod #transformers cyberverse #rodimus #cyberverse soundwave #hot rod x soundwave

[chenyann]

The monster mash:Remains of the day!

Ace trappola,Deuce spade,Cater diamond ,Trey clover and Riddle rosehearts!

Have you heard the rumors of the midnight remains? If not let me tell you,long ago there were 5 boys that died a tragic death.Their killer was never found and they could never rest in peace, on Halloween night they roam the graveyard dancing to a old tune luring others into the graveyard to check if they are their killer.Its also said that if you see them and offer the corpses a flower they will grant fame,fortune,luck and love.So hope you hear that old tune in the graveyard.

cw: gn!reader, crack & fluff,mentions of death,gore?,a very long prologue/dialog but is a hc post!!,sfw and unedited. If you liked this go Check out Shiny-jrs version! also if this flops I'm deleting my whole blog. Stay tuned for the next rumor...

prologue!

It's that time of year again.Little kids running around as ghosts,skeletons, witches and vampires trying to get some free candy.While teenagers drink and smoke in graveyards,have late night parties,pass out candy,stay home watching movies with friends or they are like you and work a Halloween job.

"Y/n please lock up for me okay?" Your boss said as you were restocking shelves,your boss had hired you not too long ago after you applied for a resume to work at this small holiday shop."Yes mam!" You said with a small smile,To be completely honest you didn't really want to work the night shift;You wanted to watch some of your favorite Halloween movies,perhaps even pass out candy for trick-or-treaters and go to a party with your friends.

But lucky you, now you're alone in this tiny old shop….Your senses direct to the cold breeze,somehow not shaking the feeling a tragedy will step its way through the doors.With nothing else to do you decided to just stock more shelves,picking up a big box you walk to the back of the store and restock some candy….your boss won't mind if you sneak a bag right? No y/n don't even try it,even though there were never cameras your boss always found out when you tried to take a bite out of merchandise.

You hear your stomach grumble remembering how you only ate half a KitKat before coming to work.Maybe if you go in the bathroom your boss wouldn't know? Grumble~ 

You take a bag off the shelf and stuff it in your coat,walking to the bathroom in the least suspicious way you can.(it does look suspicious btw) 

When you get to the bathroom after checking If there were any secret cameras, you crawl into a stall and close the door.Slowly opening the bag of sugary sweets,as soon as you get the candy out the rapper you heard a…….

                           ding ding…!

You felt like punching someone;not only was there a customer but you also dropped your candy on the floor, that ding scared you so bad causing you to drop it.You scrambled to get up and leave the bathroom leaving the candy behind in the process,"Just a minute and I'll be with you!" You say as you figure out where to hide the evidence of what was gonna transpire a moment ago.You run out the bathroom and rush behind the counter,only to find nobody?

What…?

You step out the counter and start passing by the isles.You knew you heard someone come in,the bell only rings twice when someone comes in.You turn to the door and stare with curiosity pooling in your eyes,sitting at the other side of the door was a jack-o-lantern, the type of jack-o-lanterns you see in movies."Huh? Who put this here" you mumbled to yourself walking towards the door,when you reached for the handle the same feeling from earlier sat in your stomach. 

Something was gonna happen and it wasn't gonna be good.

You step outside the door and peek around, nobody on the left street and Noone on the right,you heard a meow as you turned back to the pumpkin,A cat looked at you from a bush it's blue iridescent eyes stare at you.The cat looked like it was gonna meow but you interrupted it before he can,"having a good night?" The cat looked at you with a dumb look, you brush it off and picked up the pumpkin. As soon as you did you felt….?

Welcome to wonderland!!

"WAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" You wailed as you felt nothing under you, it was as if you fell into a well, a deep one at that.Either it was very deep or you were falling very slowly,You had plenty of time to look at your surroundings, and to think back to what happened.The well looks strange like it's a pantry filled with kick knacks, clocks cover the shelves that all seem broken, with little words that spread the air unspoken,A box falls onto your lap with a note poking from the side "The brides tart don't eat" You open the box only to find disappointment: nothing was in the box but only a single withered blue rose,you sat there looking down at the box with a frown.You haven't eaten all day yet you were stuck with a dumb rose, for a moment you pondered wether or not you should eat it but held back: you didn't throw the box for fear of disrespecting the owner of the place,managing to keep the box in your jacket pocket.

Down, down and down below. Would the fall never end,you are starting to get a little ticked off about how long it's taking.You begin to think if you are gonna fall through the earth,you find it funny if you ended up on the other side of the world without any money! It's gonna be a funny story to tell at one of those dinner parties you go to every-so-often. Down,down,down. There was nothing else to do but sit in silence, so you began talking again. "I hope smokey was alright, poor thing I should have checked if it was okay." (Smokey was the gray cat you saw earlier, you named it Smokey because it was gray.)You began to get rather sleepy, wiping your tears as you looked around once more, what was once a room filled top to bottom with nick nacks and shades of beige, light reds,neon purples and greens.Turned into a dull gray and cobwebs everywhere,you could faintly make out a silhouette of what you presumed was a hand; before you could get a closer look, you felt that you were falling much more faster than before. When suddenly-

     Thump!

               Thump!!

                     Thump!!!

Down you fell on a pile of sticks looking around you see that you are in an alleyway of some sort, when you got up you realized that what you landed in was a coffin filled with sticks,dry leaves and a single blue rose."What the-" before you could finish your sentence, you heard a blood curdling meow looking up to see that same cat falling into the coffin: soon closing the coffin due to the force."OH MY GOSH- SMOKEY ARE YOU OKAY!?" You run to the coffin swinging it open,and omg-why are the cat's ears on fire!? You stumble back and look down at the cat with eyes the size of saucers,  "myah!? Hey you!" AND IT TALKS!? ……

……...........……….

The Gray feline!!!

You and this 'thing' stare at each other "you Human!!" The cat screeched again with its high pitched voice,adrenaline bursts into your joints as you closed the coffin lid and held it down with your torso until the yelling and scratching stopped: you open the coffin, only to be met with a hole in the corner;it looks like it's been burned to a crisp.what…? You think to yourself, you know dang well that you trapped that cat in the coffin.You try to think how this is possible and you come to think about something, is it all a dream? You pinch your arm but sadly with no avail, you didn't wake up in a holiday shop that was filled with hundreds of decorations.

"Human,are you trying to kill me!?" You heard from your left…you come eye to eye with what seemed to be a mix of a cat and raccoon,what were they called..? you started to ponder what those animals were called,ignoring the talking animal babbling about how you were trying to kill him,in the end you couldn't remember the name of that animal:( "kitty what's your name?" You ask in a soft tone, trying not to startle the small Gray feline.

"Me? I'm grim the great!" The prideful cat yelled, you smile to yourself thinking that this whole situation is stupid: you look down at grim and he is practically beaming with pride.You decided to humor the feline asking it why he is so great,until you heard a rattle beside you.hm..? You turn to your side to see a pink ball roll out of a trashcan and away from the alley, how curious;What is a pink ball doing in such a plain and dreary place? "Grim, did you see that?" You asked as you started walking towards where the pink ball disappeared too,"myah? What are you talking about henchman?" You roll your eyes at what the cat just called you,"Did you see it or not grim?" The cat just grumbled and huffed trying to find a good reply for your question, but he just turned around and looked to the trash can. "Let's go find it." You say as you look back to the corner only to find that the pink ball was sitting there,was that always there..?Grim snaps you out your thoughts, complaining about how its a dumb idea."IM NOT GOING TO FOLLOW IT!?" The cat screeched, for a moment you thought you should cover your ears;to save them from the pain."Fine, I'll go and leave you alone in this dark and spooky alleyway." It was a snide remark, yes but you sure as heck wasn't going alone.You start walking to the corner hoping grim would follow you;but when you got close enough to the pink ball it rolls away, you start to follow it slowly;but it  got faster and faster when you got closer and closer.Now you have found yourself in the woods alone…

A little chat!!

What you thought was a pink ball was actually a hedgehog,maybe they are a new breed or something?Sadly grim didn't follow you;so you had to deal with the fact you are in a spooky woods, cold and alone- well you are not really that cold; but you digress.The hedgehog looks at you with curious eyes,you decided to have a little chat with your new little friend: "Did you lead me here?" The hedgehog only replied with a snuffling,like how a pig snuffles."hmmm did you like the cat I was with?"You asked jokingly, the only reply you got was hissing.Its startled you at first, you started to panic and tried to pet it;but sadly you forgot it had quills and ended up pricking yourself. 

Ah! You dropped the hedgehog and held your hand, the hedgehog scrambled being a log watching as you held your hand and whispered profanities.You noticed the frightened animal and walked over to the log,as you sat on the log you beckoned the small animal to come to you. Slowly but surely it did, as it sits in the palm of your hand looking up at you,with wounded hand resting on the log you began to talk to the small animal again;"so, do you like tarts" once again the hedgehog hisses at you, not as a aggressive as last time and how you see it's beady eyes squeezed shut,it's safe to say the hedgehog didn't like tarts.You faked an offended gasp;and stared at it with a fake frown sewn on your face, "Really? You don't like tarts even a little bit?" The hedgehog stares at you and snuffles again,then bobbed its head.Like those bobbleheads your parents had kept on the shelves when you were a kid,"well i do!" You uttered, instantly you felt a gust of wind- well not really like wind but you felt cold, for some reason?

A surprise of the century!

You felt cold air caressing your body, making you feel like it's winter more than autumn.You felt as if your hand being lifted and a palm perpendicular to yours curl in a holding position,like someone is holding your hand.Before you can do anything you felt something cool fanning in your ear,"Til death do us part" A male voice said from behind,A rush of adrenaline that you had earlier had came back in full blast.You launch up and stumbled back, dropping the hedgehog in process;but the strange thing was that you also heard cracking that ended with a snap.

You're eyes dart to where you were sitting a moment ago,Making sure to keep your distance,6 feet is a good distance to keep when someone is at 'threat', lucky for you the moon illuminates the whole woods.You could vaguely make out the shape of a person, at least average height and somewhat fit not enough to be buff but not too little to be considered scrawny."I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you-" the voice sounds a bit panicked…"-But you have something of mine!" Once more you felt the sensation of someone holding your hand, but this time was offered with a little squeeze: you look down to see a bony arm, lord…it looks as if it's rotten- wait,you look back at the figure to see that he doesn't have a arm to accompany his other one.You can also faintly make out his face and hair, the moon made out dark navy blue hair and bright blue eyes glow in the dark, it looks as if he has eyeliner running that use to be a shape of a Spade.

It sank in….

   ….. Screaming, you instinctively ripped that bony hand out of your palm, running as fast as you can to nowhere in particular.The wind fans your face and the moon shines elegantly above you, painting a path for you to follow mindlessly.You had caught a glimpse of a glowing blue hue in the distance, but you feet did not yield, you kept running as fast as you could (the adrenaline must still be overpowering).That was until you heard a familiar voice,"myah!? Human I've been looking for you!" You wanted to stop, you really did; but your feet didn't retire,"MYAH HUMAN WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY!?" You can hear that grim is chasing after you, hearing leaves crunch behind you.

A party!!

You hear a slow record playing in the distance and there is a lot of light over-that-way, perhaps you can ask for help!Your feet started to hurt and you started to slow down,the fatigue finally hit after the adrenaline rush calmed itself.You take a peek to see people in a graveyard,it seems they are doing a holding a party? It doesn't seem that bad,you know a lot of other people who hang out at graveyards on Halloween night,the clinking of glass and hushed voices fills your ears, 4 people in total, all doing their own things;but still talking to each other,one shorter than the others is tending to the radio,another is holding a phone and taking photos,While one is setting up the table and setting down sweets and the final one was complaining. 

"Where is deuce at!?" A boy with red hair said, the same boy who was doing nothing but complaining. You keep watching as the short one slowly gets mad "Deuce shouldn't be late we can only do this once a year you know!" "Yes we know riddle" the boy who was setting the table said, then the one with the phone chimed in;"We discussed the details didn't we trey?" So the short one is riddle and the one setting up the table is trey,"Oh no.." Trey said in a low voice as he looked around the table,"Huh? What's wrong trey?" the boy with the phone said trying his best for riddle not to hear."the tart! I don't know where I sat it!"you slowly remember the tart you sat in your pocket,slowly you reach for the box and pull it out."The brides tart don't eat!"  Ah is this what they are talking about……? You think for a moment util you see another figure join the 4 boys,A boy with navy blue hair and- WAIT THATS THE GUY YOU SAW EARLIER!? Thoughts plagued your mind, was that all a Halloween joke?, was it real,(it felt so real..) was it just a cruel prank….? "THERE YOU ARE HUMAN!!" You screamed on instinct, causing the 5 boys to stare at you

Ace

He has a bit of skin off but not much,his shoulder is mostly bone and a few of his fingers don't have flesh but it could easily be hidden with clothing!The red heart on his eye looks a bit broken, half of Is very faded so it only looks like half a heart.૮ – ﻌ–ა

He was kinda surprised to see some random (but cute) person in their graveyard ꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱

He had this feeling…..?

Like he once knew you-

-like he once loved you….

He would be a bit cocky once you sit with them.(｡•̀ ᴖ •́｡)

Deuce

He looks very human, it's just that his corpse is rotting and it's hard for his limbs to stay put.Every so often his arm would pop off(._.`). His Spade looks like it's running as if he was in the rain.

He is very delighted to see you again!(❁ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈)

Would smile at you when you sit down.♡♡

He truly adores you so much!!

Cater

Cater's cheek actually has a few holes in it and half of his left torso is just bone,while his right hand is bone.The Diamond on his left cheek looks smudged and brittle.

Oooo! This is interesting~!

He is excited ( ◜‿◝ )

He is the one to invite you to the table (ˊᗜˋ )

Trey

Trey also has a very humane corpse but it is very rotten and half of his left arm is very decayed.While his  whole torso is also all bone. 

Trey Is happy you brought the tart.

And he is very happy to meet you(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶)

You sit across from him so he is pretty happy!

Riddle

His left leg is completely bone and his right arm is too, there is a giant scar under his bangs followed by his eye that pops out every so often.(˃̵ ࡇ˂̵)

His is intrigued to sat the least

He feels funny when around you,but awfully smug when you sit beside him.

For them to know!!

Yes, you sat at the table.You didn't want to be rude okay!?Half an hour past and you come to find out their names; but now you are stuck with 5 corpses babbling over you, now you kinda wished you left grim behind; but look at him, that dumb cat thing is eating til his heart is content! You wanted all of them to shut up, just for them to shut up for one moment-"y/n do you want some cake?♧", "y/n take a photo with me!◇" , "Y/n how about you🌹", "y/n you look very nice♤"

"Um….I was wondering if I could have some help with something." You mumbled, to be frank you were taken aback that they all went quiet, more or less that they even heard you."Yes y/n?" Riddle said in a soothing voice, you felt embarrassed for even asking a question..The way their eyes seemed to burn into your flesh (it didn't) made you squirm in your seat."I was wondering how to get back to my home?" You mumbled once more, they all looked like you've grown two heads."What you can't leave~!" Cater said followed by Ace "Yeah! Don't go!?" Riddle seemed like he was thinking while trey just stared at you.Deuce chimed into caters and Aces begging "You can't go we just got married!" Everybody went silent,even grim stopped eating."um no I don't think we are." You said in a hushed tone, instead of feeling their eyes burn into you it felt as if something was eating you. "I'm sorry- when did we get married?" Deuce looks at you a bit heartbroken by you not remembering when yall had wed, "it was in the woods remember! You said I do!" You think back to when you were woods, the only one that was with you most of the time was the hedgehog…..oh!

"I'm sorry but I was talking to the hedgehog" You said stifling a laugh, the way deuces face changed was to die for.The graveyard goes silent once more…

 Cricket noise

      Cricket noise 

         Cricket noise

A way to stay!?

"If they aren't married, then we can y/n~!" Cater said with a smile, it was hard to tell whether or not he was joking,"No!? They would be much happier with me!" Ace chimes in, before getting cut off by trey "You probably not their type Ace, I can treat you much better y/n" Riddle had silenced everyone with a quick fist to the table,"That's enough all of you! If you keep talking like that then I'll have your heads." He paused for a moment "And besides I obviously the best choice." 

(Note:This place is kinda like a limbo but it's when dead people get stuck trying to pass on, they came to find out after a man named finis gutknecht married a girl named Sara and he was able to move on to the next life now mostly everyone wants to wed someone so they can pass on.Yet Sara was a alive human who ended up in that land by mistake but spent her whole life with finis so when she died she passed on with her beloved.)

Everyone is quiet again, it's very unnerving to say the least. Standing up got all the attention pointed at you, like a big red arrow is pointing straight at you. With no shame Ace begins to roar with laughter boasting about how riddle is no fit,if he can't reach a shelf for his lover.To be honest it made you laugh a bit, riddle was like a chihuahua short and small but has a temper or maybe he can be a Arctic shrew? There are no shrews here, I'm afraid, oh but you always wanted to meet those little creatures.Can arctic shrews eat flamingos that are blue; or can blue flamingos eat tiny shrews? Hmm, I wonder if that's possible? You start to feel a bit sleepy about all this thinking about shrews; so you have to get home soon to take a nap! 

With a small yawn you look at all the dead boys, bickering about how they can be the perfect groom,"I'm sorry but I really do have to go home!" Hm? Was riddle always this red..? With the ferocity of a bull he Grabs your hand- like heck he is about to let a divine person like you go. -and pins your hand on the table, the red on his face had cleared up and replaced with a small smile. Yep he is definitely a shrew… "how about you stay a little longer?" He calmly said, it was as if he never got mad; but they way he pins your hand down you know it actually happened.

A helping hand!

You slowly sit down and pull your hand away from his,reaching for the tea cup to calm your nerves,only to find a little note under the cup.

"Frogs breath and Atropa belladonna could help you leave.Just put it in the cups while nobody is looking" You stare at the small paper, is someone helping you? "Y/n why are you looking down?" Deuce spoke up, you shove the small paper in your pocket and look up at him."it's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." You mumbled quietly, as he took a bite out of a cake.

                  Who could it be?

Ace

He was upset you didn't want to marry him

Would try to seduce you 

He fails(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶)

Also shows you card tricks (´｡•᎑•`)

The worst thing about Ace is his pranks, he would take off one of his fingers and put it in your cup.

But in reality there is a little not on his decapitated finger reading "marry me" Mans fr thought it was cute (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

0/10 proposal 

When he hears you want to also leave oh he could care less

Yeah your kinda hot, smart, cool and nice to some people but he can find another

Who wouldn't wanna spend their life with a guy like me ~ Aces own words before you rejected him💀

He would pull out random flowers (they are actually weeds)

And he would kiss your hand your but his hands would fall off(꒪⌓꒪)

Deuce

He was devastated when you said yall weren't married 

Poor boy didn't push you though. (´｡•᎑•`)

He would act friendly to you but not enough to see how romantic he is trying to be.♡♡

He would try to strike up conversations with you 😅

And he would invite grim

(I just realized I never said crap about grim so right now in the story is is still at the table but he is kinda wary) 

He would give you withered flowers and apologize because that all he could find.

Tries to make you feel comfortable. ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱

He would never try to seduce you. (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )

He would propose a very normal way goes on one knee with a flower ring (ring made out of a flower) and would ask to marry you૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა

Basic but cute, 8/10

When he hears you want to go home he feels abit upset

Personally he wants to find someone like Sara, a person who would live him even tho he is rotting flesh and bones.

If you don't love him he won't force you :)

But he really wants to pass on so he can see his mother again.(.•́ ᎑ •̀.) 

He truly cares for you

Cater

When you rejected him he felt really insecure (๑•́ ᎔ •̀๑)

Also another to try and seduce you

Succeeds (>᎑<๑)

He would make you turn 100 shades of red first starting to pink them all the way to crimson ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ )

He takes tons of photos of you!

But there a little moments when he is serious with you and that's when he proposed 

It was very thought out and planned

Perhaps he was waiting to propose to someone for a long time?

He has lots of flowers,under the moon light sky he sits you down and hugs you whispering little nothings and asks if you want to be here forever he will live forever until the end with out (probably quotes somthing he found on pinterest) 9/10 cute but pinterest did the heavy lifting 

Jokingly calls grim yalls baby(grim isn't happy about it)

He wouldn't talk to you first(・・ ) ?

When you say you want to go home he feels strange?

He honestly don't care what's on the other side, he's not much of fan of his family and he knows that it's likely everyone he once knew probably forgot about him and his untimely death.

So he didn't know what to feel when you said you wanted to go back, he didn't want to go back to the land of the living.

Trey

When you rejected him he felt a bit sad and shy꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱

He wouldn't want to try and seduce you because he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable 

Would propose with a cake.

Just gives you a cake with a ring inside it the cake is 3 tier and says I love you on the side,marry me is onto of the cake.

Imagine if you ate the ring😭

3/10 just because 

He would give grim cake too

Only to get on your good side

Aye got a blessing from grimmy then you are inny

What💀💀

Would bake cakes and snack just for you to marry him (⑅˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)

You think he poised some of them

(There is a chance tbh)

Would ask about your teeth (for a dead guy his teeth is very clean and white)

Yall would talk often

He is the person you can go towhen everyone else is doing something^^

When you talked about going home he sympathizes with you.

If you don't wanna marry him he is okay with it.

He wants to rest in peace so he can see his family again😔

But there is times he hope you can love him.

Riddle

He is kinda when you rejected him(๑•̀^•́)

Like he proposed perfectly!!

Wouldn't seduce you, because he was a bit too shy to try.

Maybe of you give him a little push he can try(๑>◡<๑)

He would fail if he tried💀

Shows you his (withered) rose garden.

He would lecture you about how you dine.

Would talk about original books with you like the original Frankenstein.

He would sometimes make you feel uncomfortable and he doesn't intend it!!(๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)

He would properly normal has a ring and everything.

2/10 basic :( 

When you talk about you wanting to go home he feels offended.

He will wait of you don't want to marry him, he will wait for another to come.

He just wants to rest in peace:(

He trusts you make the right decision.

A hunt for love!

You broke the silence,"I will marry one of yall" you stared as they had a smile sewn upon their faces,but quickly fell into a frown after they registered the fact only one would be picked."if yall find the pink hedgehog we shall be wed" they all stare at you like you are a goose who laid a golden egg, "what pink hedgehog?" Riddle asked questioning if you were lying."before I went into the woods there was a pink hedgehog right grim" the feline was a bit surprised to hear you call out to him like that all of a sudden,"mrm..That pink ball was a hedgehog!?" Lord that cat was hopeless.

It took some convincing and the proof of your wounded hand from when it pricked you, got them to believe you.After a fake promise of not leaving and wave of goodbye, they all scattered like mice to find that hedgehog. While you went off to find Frogs breath and Atropa belladonna,"come on grim" You whisper to the feline "didn't you say you were going to stay here?" Grim replied slowly. You shook your head "I was lying grim" You drag Grim off and venture past the grave yard well not before you took a cookie for the road. After walking for awhile you needed a place to rest, finding a old looking hous , you were hesitant to knock but you really needed to find these things if you wanted to go back home.

     Knock

        Knock

           Knock 

     ……

       …… 

         …….

The door slowly creaked open, and you stepped inside slowly,Looking around to see knickknacks upon knickknacks. It looks very cluttered to say the least but you digress,you walk into a giant room and hear a rattle of clutter shaking. Was that you? "Um, hello is anyone there?" You called out, to be honest you didn't want to call out because all protagonists get murdered after calling out to the killer; but you were very desperate right now. Another rattle fills your ears, "sssssssoooo~" you hear in your ear, you snap to your side to see who it was but only to be met with nothing:you didn't panic and tried to keep your cool,"Grim did you hear that?" The cat steps to the side "yeah….y/n do you think it's a ghost?" You hummed acknowledging what he said "maybe" 

        rattle!

          Rattle!

"Hello im looking for some  Atropa belladonna and Frogs breath." You said out loud, hoping the person would hear you. The was only silence that filled the room. Hm..? Did they not hear me? "Whoo are youuu~?" You felt breath fanning your ear; but it didn't smell rotten like how deuces was infact it smelled quite like mint.You turn to look at who the person was, a boy with bright pink hair and a large grin stands beside you.His clothing looked like that style the other people on the streets wears is he a living human like you?

"Who are you, I asked~!" The boy said with the same terrible grin,"Oh! Im sorry I'm y/n and this is grim" You point to the strangely prideful cat, as the boy looks at you then the Grey feline. "Chenya" he said with a wider grin, what? "I'm sorry what?" You reply- before you can ask again more properly the boy chimed in: "my name is chenya" You nodded and sat in a strange silence before you broke it, "I'm here to ask if you knew where I can get Frogs breath and a  Atropa belladonna" chenya looked at you, his wide grin turned into a smirk as he floated up in front of you. Never mind he isnt human like you. Chenya hummed for a moment acting like he is lost in thought, "hm~! I have those but I have to say it's not free" You felt your stomach drop you didn't have any money. Grim stared at chenya and started blabbering "MYAH! JUST GIVE IT TO US WE REALLY NEED IT" chenya looked at the cat and huffed "mannn~ I'm so hungry I could eat anything!" He said eyeing grim from his spot, wait….did he want food? You looked up at chenya and took the cookie out of your pocket,"I have a cookie do you want it?" You asked, chenya turned over "naw not into cookies." He says, you frown at the thought of you not getting those things so you can go home and also at the fact that he would take the cookie trey made.

"Please try it! It's very good trey makes amazing sweets!" You say as you tap his shoulder, he turned around as fast as someone could "TREY MADE THIS!?  As in trey clover" You nod your head slightly weirded out by the fact he got so worked up in so little time,"yeah he-" chenya yoinks the cookie out your hand and stuffs it in his mouth before you can finish your sentence. "It's on that table in a small purple box" chenya said still munching away with that cookie,You walk over to a three legged table and pick up a navy blue box.The box was filled with lots of junk,3 kids in a bathtub waering Halloween costumes, a mix of Frankenstein and a dog doll,a boy with scissors for hands action figure,A CD of the song joylne with a star on it,dead flowers,paints and finally a jar that says Frogs breath with a packet that says  Atropa belladonna beside it. You took them and rushed off saying goodbye to the strange boy, and making your way back to the graveyard.

You rush to the table, lucky for you they haven't came back yet, You pick up the tea pot to see a note that read 'go south into the woods the hedgehog will show you the way' stuffing the note in your pocket,you try to read the label of the frog breath potion, after putting the  Atropa belladonna in the tea pot.' Beware if you put too much then your  victim will only sleep for 1-' before you can finish reading it grim yelled "Y/N THEY ARE COMING BACK!!" You quickly pour the Frogs breath into the tea pot and sit down acting like nothing happened,"hey~! Y/n guess who found the hedgehog~!" Cater said in a sing song voice, it's clear on the looks of everyone's faces that they envied cater. You faked a giggle and replied "Did you find it cater?" He hummed as he say beside you, Grim eyes the rest pot then you wonderland what your gonna do, "THEN LETS CELEBRATE!" You said joyfully, once more they looked at you like you were mad as a hatter, "it's common tradition to celebrate when one gets married!" You started pouring the tea in everyone's tea cup, and raised your cup and said "Til now and forever til death do us part!" You smiled at the way Cater lit up when you said that, he drank the cup followed by riddle, then trey, Ace and deuce. 

You watched as everyone had much more of a harder time keeping their eyes open than you, slowly but surely they drifted off to sleep. You got up from the chair and called for grim, He ran up to you not a moment longer, "Let's hurry" he said as he ran into the woods, you soon followed after him.

            [10 minutes later]

Deuce was the first to wake up, when he saw everyone asleep but you and grim gone he felt hurt.He shook everyone awake and told them that you were gone, and they all agreed to split up and find you. Grim and you waited for a pink hedgehog hog after five minutes it finally came, you began to follow the hedgehog for a tiny animal it was quite faster than you expected.Then you heard him "y/n! there you are!" You heard Ace yell behind you, footsteps became faster and louder from behind you so you quickened your pace leaving the hedgehog behind; but Ace didn't stop infact it felt he only got faster, Ace yells again this time much louder "I FOUND Y/N!" You picked up grim and went as fast as your legs can carry you.....

When one sought freedom...

....You felt your heart quicken as you ran, adrenaline was replacing your blood and flowing throughout you, the leaves and sticks crunch and break beneath you.Grim was in your arms, as you felt someone tug on your arm and pulls you into a bush.Screaming you swung grim to scratch the males eyes, only to be met with the sound of a grunt of pain, "Ah, y/n please be quiet" the boy said, it was deuce; He was the one who kept you hidden in the bushes."Deuce what are you doing here what are you gonna do to me!?" You half whispered half yelled, his rotten hand had rested on his temple where grim scratched him,"there is a tunnel here" he said, as he pushed a pile of leaves and sticks revealing a hole. Giant hole was in the middle of the ground, you looked back  at deuce, his face showed despair then he spoke again."when I first came here I wanted to do everything I can to see my mom one last time, but there was no way I could have went back…I know what it's like to want to go home; so I want you to go home back to those you love y/n" you felt giddy hearing him say such sweet things, you felt something cold but soft onto of your head…

did he just kiss your forehead? You smile to yourself and thank him."Myah y/n!? Are you really trusting him" You glare at grim and went back to deuce "Thank you deuce" he smiles and helped you down the hole,you sat grim in front of you and yall slowly start to crawl into the unknown.The tunnel was straight for some way, And then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that you didn't have a moment to think about stopping yourself before you found yourself falling down what seemed like a well….

…….you felt cold like you are in water but you can't see or speak, your ear felt plugged to avoid any water from spilling in so you can't hear anything, oh you hope grim is okay…The only senses you still have is touch and smell, it smells like salt in here….where am I at?

Local News!

Local teenage boys die at a private collage in a fire on October 11 201* 

Riddle rosehearts: Age 17, died while trying to escort students out the building. After being knocked out by a piller causing a crack in his skull he died from the fire spreading.

Trey clover: Age 18, died trying to get his friend Riddle r. out the building.Trying to carry his friend out the building the exit was covered by rubble and passes away.

Cater diamond: Age 18, died while chaperoning 2 freshman students, after he tried to pry the doors open he burned his hands and was unable to help.

Deuce spade: Age 16, died while going after a friend, after the gym exit was blocked off by the fire.

Ace trappola: Age 16, died while playing basketball in the gym all exits were blocked and he couldn't escape. 

In loving memory, may yall rest in peace.....

#Guess who is back!! #Big thanks to shiny for letting me do something similar to theirs!! #yako spreading rumors #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst heartslabyul #ace trappola #trey clover #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #ace x reader #riddle x reader #cater x reader #deuce x reader #trey x reader

[bloodyshadow1]

Just a list of things from growing up in the 90s about media. Things that u don't really see anymore in cartoons or TV. Feel free to add more

Quicksand: growing up every adventure show I watched had some form of quicksand show up and be the deadliest thing ever. Doesn't really appear anymore, at least not in the capacity that it once did

Atlantis and ancient egypt: both of these where focused a lot on in 90s early 2000s media. Every cartoon seemed to have an episode on one if these, or whole series about them. Ex mummies alive, Stargate, gargoyles, Aladdin, prince of egypt, the mummy, real adventures of Johnny quest

Reading and recycling is cool: I completely understand why this fell out of favor, but 90s shows had at least one ep focusing on either or both of these lessons. Ill also admit that they got me because i try to recycle and live to read. Ex wishbone, gargoyles, captain planet, magic tree house

King Arthur stuff: not as much as ancient egypt, but I remember there was tons of king Arthur stuff growing up either about it or having some hints to it. Ex kid in king Arthur's court, gargoyles, Babylon 5, Kids of the Round Court, Magic tree house

Animal stories, animals as people: look I'm not dumb, I know there is still a lot of furry stuff and the anthropomorphic animal stories of the 90s woke a lot of young furries, but it's more of an adult scene today than the kids stuff in the 90's or so. Probably because the kids that grew up with the stuff grew up and bingo bongo. There's still stuff for kids, but it's lessened quite a bit compared to the 90s where there were a lot of shows featuring animal protagonists, either as animals or anthropomorphized: ex Rats of Nimh, Redwall, Bucky o'hare, Disney's Robin Hood, the lion king, Looney Tunes (more Tiny Tunes given the time, but also Space Jam), Alvin and the chipmunks

Disney series based on their animated movies: Obviously I know why this isn't done as much, it's harder to make money off of it compared to the 90's. But they still do this, with Rapunzel and Big Hero 6, it's just not done as much. Compare to the 90's early 2000's where there was Aladdin, Hercules, Timon and Pumba, the little Mermaid. And there were even cross overs between them sometimes.

Martial Arts movies/tv shows: This I know I'm a bit dated on, but there were a lot of martial arts movies growing up, I know most were probably earlier than the 90's but martial arts was just big when I was a kid. I did martial arts for years, a lot of kids did karate even if they stopped after a few sessions, studios popped up everywhere and then closed a few years later. And this was before UFC became big

Mecha, Magical Girl, Super Sentai animes and other media: Again, this isn't a dead genre, especially the later two, but the latter two also tend to be deconstructions or even spoofs of the magical girl and Super Sentai Genre. But in the 90's there were tons of Mecha animes, over half a dozen attempts for America to capitalize on super Sentai/Power Rangers fame. It was easy to capitalize on these genre's of shows because you tended to need several main characters to fill out your roster, which meant the studios could sell toys of them easily, advertising to buy the whole set.

Bullet proof vests: I don't really know why these were a thing so often in 90's media, but they were. of course they didn't work like real bullet proof vests which will still hurt when struck. When I was a kid it seemed like every time there was a bullet proof vest in a show it was basically a magic force field.

Holiday specials: I know that shows and cartoons still have holiday episodes, but it seemed to be such a bigger thing when I was growing up. Nick would have months where they would air Halloween episodes all October and each of their shows from Catdog, Rugrats, to Rocket Power would air one of their episodes, often one of many. Christmas you couldn't escape December when every cartoon would have a Christmas special.

Variety shows: I don't know how to properly describe these types of shows, but there were a lot of Cartoons that didn't have a consistent through line, and they were a bunch of 5 or so minute clips of several different shows or different characters in situations. Sometimes it would fit a theme, other times it would be random, or perhaps random to my kid brain. Ex Tiny Tunes, Histeria, Kablam, Animaniacs

For the record, I am not an idiot, I know why many of these things fell out of fashion. A lot of time it isn't a mystery, just the studios trying to cash in on something popular so they flooded the market with what they saw as the bandwagon to make them money. Once that money dried up or they were wasting more trying to copy and emulate, so did the properties. I also want to be clear that I'm not missing these things, not all of them, I am only pointing these things out as a product of the time I grew up in

I am also aware that these are not strictly the 90's and 2000's things, but I saw them growing up and they molded me and I was born in 91. It was a different time because it was before the internet became big and the only way you could interact with media was either from watching on TV, usually live or catching reruns whenever they aired, or renting movies from the Video store. For me it wasn't even block buster most of the time, it was my local video store when that was a thing. All movies came out when I watched them because I was a kid and that's how my brain worked.

Feel free to add more stuff if only for Nostalgia. I probably will be as well

#90's #90's stuff #90's media #90's kids

[cranberrymoons]

for the WIPs game... pirate AU!!

@lingeringmirth

pirates!!! 🏴‍☠️🦜 (the seas be ours) i love this fic and fell off updating it around the holidays because i got busy with life stuff and my rbb fics, but we're ALMOST BACK and i have bunch ready to go that I'm excited for people to read 🥰

“So you’ve done this before,” Eddie says after a moment, and it’s not really a question, but Steve raises his eyebrows anyway. He takes a step closer. “This?” “Don’t play dumb.” Steve lets out a little laugh, then he clears his throat. Fair enough. “Um. Yeah, I’ve done it before.” Eddie tilts his head back to get a look at him, watching from beneath hooded eyes as Steve takes another step toward the bed until he’s close enough that Eddie’s fingers are able to reach out and catch around his wrist.

#pirate fic #my fic #medusapelagia #lingeringmirth #wip games

[trainofcommand]

mclorne of course, 28 and 40!

Oooh, thanks for these questions!

- What are their vacations like?

Their vacations are basically Rodney getting excited about having some thinking time, and he brought seventeen notebooks with the preliminary workings of seventeen new ideas, and he's definitely going to be working on all of them, thanks, because no one is trying to kill him, or distract him with dumb explosions. So wow, he's going to get so much done!

And Evan totally knows this, he knows exactly how it's going to go, so he picks locations that he wants to go to/see, because Rodney truly, honestly, does not care.

The first three days always go like this: waking up a little later, having a bit of an indulgent breakfast (not out of a package! actually warm!), Rodney mostly not really focussed on anything, and Evan saying, "OK, I'm just gonna..." and walking out the door off to do the thing he wants to do. And Rodney kind of waving, but he's already elbows deep in notebooks. And later there's dinner, and a little low-key sex, which is nice, because they're not rushing it. Unlike so often on Atlantis.

But then day four comes around, and Rodney kind of wakes up from his weird 'I can work without death threats!' fugue state, and looks around and asks, "Where are we even?" and "Did you go out yesterday?" And then he's on board for some holiday vacation fun, which is great, because Evan's got stuff lined up. Sometimes it's hiking out from the seaside cabin they've rented (after Evan chops some wood for a fire later, Rodney can just watch, he likes that), sometimes it's some kind of weird museum, which is fine and actually maybe almost interesting, and sometimes it's building something ridiculous and indulgent that Rodney can nerd out about. Also, the sex gets inventive and indulgent.

They always come back refreshed, and Rodney has so many new ideas.

Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

Special memories include Rodney saying to Evan, "Hey do you want to --" and making a kind of awkwardly dirty hand gesture, which totally meant 'hook up', and Evan had had his doubts.

But it had been a long time since Evan had hooked up with anyone, and Rodney - for all his annoying tendencies - did sometimes make Evan laugh a lot, like, genuinely laugh, not in a mean way. So he figured why not, Rodney was also pretty hot, especially when he got worked up and just rolled over people, shutting them down. He's always liked pushy guys, OK? Sure, the pick up was awkward and a bit funny, but whatever. So he'd said, "Real smooth, McKay. But sure, yeah. Yes," and his breath had caught a little as Rodney had moved closer, boxed him in a little.

Sometimes, even years later, Evan still says, "Hey do you want to --" and replicates that hand gesture, a little smirk on his face, and Rodney narrows his eyes a little, but he always, always grins while he's doing it, and he always says something like, "Well, that's so convincing, I guess why not?"

No special places. Pretty much they take what they can get and are happy that they got it.

#ask meme #mclorne #lorne/mckay

[justkeepwalkingnothinghere]

And now, more TOH Incorrect Quotes! Starring the Noceda-Clawthorne-Whispers family!

Raine: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?  Luz: Several traffic violations.  King: Three counts of resisting arrest.  Hunter: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.  Eda: Also, that’s not our car.

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King: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.  Hunter: I witnessed the dumb stuff.  Eda: I recorded the dumb stuff.  Luz: I joined you in the dumb stuff.  Raine: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

———————————————————— Eda: What’s the scariest horror movie you’ve ever watched? Luz: IT.  Raine: Annabelle.  King: Paranormal Activity.  Hunter: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.  ———————————————————— Luz: What are you getting Raine for the holidays?  Eda: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet.  Hunter: I'm getting Raine a divorce lawyer.

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Eda: *is hugging Luz*  Hunter: Hey! It's my turn to hug Luz!  Hunter: *grabs Luz*  Raine: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!  Eda: No, It's still my turn!  Luz: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly!  Hunter: But we need the moral support!  Eda: And you're small! Which is cute!  Raine: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.  Luz: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

———————————————————— Raine: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.  Hunter: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.  Luz: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?  Eda: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Eda: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?  Luz: How did you know I was up until 3am?  Raine: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

———————————————————— Eda: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?  Raine: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.  Raine: Would you like me to tutor you?  Luz: That was smooth.

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Eda: Okay, what does A stand for?  Luz: Arson.  Eda: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?  Luz: Barson.  Raine: *laughter*  Eda: What stands for C?  Luz: Commit arson.  Raine: Oooo.  Eda: D!  Luz: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.  Raine: *more laughter*

———————————-————————— *The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*  Luz: I will not let you down.  Hunter: Sounds fun.  Eda: K.  Camila: No, I'm fucking not.  Raine: Do I have to be?  King: Please god, I am so tired.

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King: Christmas lights?  Camila: Check.  Hunter: Thermos of hot cocoa?  Camila: Check.  Raine: Santa suits?  Camila: Check.  Luz: Shovel?  Camila: Check.  Eda: Alibi and bail money?  Camila: Check- wait, WHAT?!  ———————————-————————— Raine: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.  Eda: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.  Raine, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

I may have over done this-

#toh #the owl house #the owl house incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #raeda #luz noceda #camila noceda #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #the owl house hunter #I may have over done this #but i don’t care

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Do you think my little pony every generation is cute? because I love all of them because they are so cute and pretty yes including g3.5 newborn cuties because baby ponies are cute

oh my glitter yes!!💖 anon you get me!!! 😆🥺💖 my brain is just like; criteria for me loving a show:

cute ponies (or other characters) ✅

makes me laugh ✅

pretty colours/designs/backgrounds ✅

songs and or pretty background music or sounds ✅

nothing that makes me feel uncomfortable (like heavy amounts of gross out humor for example, ew) ✅

good voice acting ✅

and there you have it! g5 is soooo cute! it checks all the boxes for me, my only "issue" with it is that I think it's scary how it takes place in the future of g4 other than that awesome! just watching cute ponies hanging out and goofing around and being friends is my favourite thing ever!!

g1: love it!!! first encounter with pastel horses! got a dvd box with the series for christmas one year and I still love them so much!!

g3: love it!! got an advent calendar with some super cute stuff and mini scootaloo, rainbow dash and pinkie pie one year but hadn't watched any of it until last year (NEED to watch more it's just so adorable!! also hope I can watch some of it in swedish one day! that'd be so fun!)

g4: you already know how much I adore twilight & co. that's pretty hard to miss

equestria girls: yes yes yes should've gone on for longer tbh

g4.5: pony life my beloved I will never understand what people have against you lol

g5: cuuuuute! can't wait for the next episodes whenever that is, I think there's going to be a holiday special and I'm so excited!!

the only generations I haven't watched are g2 (or is it g1.5 people call it I never remember) and g3.5 but I have nothing against them! (and I'll also probably watch g3.5 at some point 'cause it seems like I'd love it too!)

I often feel like I'm dumb because I just idk I think simpler(??) than other people, like I guess I'm not as critical but (and even though I'm going to continue thinking this about myself I will now proceed to tell everyone else:) there's nothing wrong with just liking something (*sped up tv commercial voice* as long as you liking that thing isn't hurting you or others in some way) just because you think it's cute, fun or whatever, you don't need to write a 50 page essay on pros and cons and compare it with a bunch of stuff y'know, does anyone know what I'm saying!? 😂 there is no this is bad and this is good stamp on things because everyone enjoys different aspects of different things and have different preferences. I dislike marvel movies and think equestria girls is one of the best things ever, does that make stupid? no! does it make me smarter than people who think the opposite? no! it's simply makes me a person with preferences, different people seek out different things in different media because different things have different meanings to different people, and that's okay! some people love to pick apart and analyze every aspect of a show and look for deeper meanings and lore and while I too can appreciate things like that sometimes my main reason for liking something is does it make me feel happy and do I enjoy looking at it and listening to it? and both of those ways of enjoying something is valid! 🧡

I'm sorry this is long but like you start a conversation or ask me a question about something I like and I never stop talking! 🤣💖 thank you anon for sending me this question, I love talking about ponies of any generation (oooor equestria girls) so feel free to come by and say hi some other time too if you want! 😂💖🦄💖🦄💖

#mlp ask #mlp #mlp fim #mlp g1 #mlp g3 #mlp g3.5 #mlp g4 #mlp pl #pony life #mlp eg #mlp g5 #mlp mym #make your mark #☆.asks