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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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With the way Eddie moved, he's definitely accidentally kissed Steve a few times to the point where Steve thought they were dating, but Eddie hadn't noticed anything differently until Robin said something.

"So, what are you getting Steve for your six month anniversary?" Robin asked when it was just the two of them.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"You and Steve have been dating for six months. What. Are. You. Getting. Him?" Robin asked. "It better be something special."

Eddie's eyes widened as he thought back. All the things that Steve’s been doing for him, the fact that Steve hasn't been on a date, and the accidental kisses that make Steve giggle. . . They've been holding hands. . . Oh God, not only does Eddie like men, but he likes Steve, and he's been dating Steve for the past six months. While Eddie was stewing in his own sexuality crisis, Robin was rambling about how great Steve thought it was that they hadn't had sex yet, how they were taking things slow, and how serious they were.

"I am a little curious about why you guys haven't said I love you to each other yet," Robin said.

"Oh my God! I love him!" Eddie realized.

"You're just realizing you love him now? Jesus, you're slow," Robin said.

"You have no idea," Eddie muttered. "I have to go get ready."

"It's not until Saturday. . .and this is your house!" Robin exclaimed.

Saturday rolled around, and Eddie was scrambling about Steve’s house, trying to get everything ready. Queen was playing quietly in the background while Eddie finished preparing the meal before Steve got home from work. It was lucky timing that he finished dinner just as Steve walked into the house.

"Eddie?!" Steve called out and entered the kitchen. "This is a lovely surprise."

"Hi," Eddie said softly and moved to kiss him. . .this time on purpose.

"This is nice. You look. . .very nice," Steve said, eyes raking over him.

Eddie was wearing his tightest black pants with an equally tight white button-up with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, a few hairs framing his face. He silently thanked Nancy and Vickie for helping with his outfit.

"This old thing?" Eddie scoffed.

"Eddie, you still have the tag on this shirt," Steve said in amusement.

"Fuck!" Eddie exclaimed and ripped it off the back of his neck, tossing it in the trash. "You saw nothing. Anyway, dinner is ready."

"I'll go change," Steve said, smiling. "I want to look as nice as you do."

"I'll keep it warm for you," Eddie said.

Eddie was setting the table and lighting the candles when Steve came down wearing a red button-up with the sleeves rolled up and his nicest pair of jeans. He looked good enough to eat.

"You look really good in red," Eddie grinned. "You look good enough to eat, baby."

"Well, the demobats obviously thought so," Steve joked, a dorky grin on his face.

"Steve!" Eddie whined. "Don't remind me. Anyway, sit! Sit!"

Eddie pulled out a chair and nodded for Steve to sit down. Steve sat down, smiling when Eddie pushed in his chair for him. He gazed up at him, staring lovingly at him. Eddie sucked in a breath. Steve looked so beautiful in the firelight, especially when he looked at him like that. Eddie cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him. Steve reached up and grasped the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Eddie sighed into his mouth and broke away, kissing his forehead. He sat down in front of Steve and watched him as he took off the cover. Steve gasped.

"My favorite!" Steve exclaimed.

"Spaghetti with cut up hot dogs," Eddie said, flashing his dimples at him. "Man, you are so weird. I love it."

"Thanks!" he laughed.

Eddie watched him fondly as he stuffed his face with food. His cheeks filled up until they were fat, and he smiled at Eddie as he chewed. He looked like a chipmunk. A very cute chipmunk.

"Hey, Steve?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah?" Steve asked when he swallowed his food.

"I love you," Eddie said, smiling at him when his cheeks turned red.

"I love you, too," Steve said, beaming.

Eddie groaned and wiped his face with his hands.

"You have to know, though, your boyfriend is a complete idiot," Eddie said.

"You're not an idiot, Eddie," Steve said softly.

Eddie laughed and then told him everything. There was a long stretch of silence when he finished up. Steve blinked rapidly, and then he started laughing.

"You're not mad?" Eddie asked with wide eyes.

Steve got up and walked around the table to sit in Eddie's lap.

"I don't care when you realized it," Steve said. "You love me. Tonight will just be our first official date, and six months from now, we will celebrate it then, too."

Steve kissed him deeply and pulled away, pressing his forehead against his. Eddie sighed happily as he ran his hands across Steve’s back. Steve went to move back to his seat but was yanked back down by Eddie. He pulled Steve’s plate around to set it next to his.

"Let's eat together," he said. "I love watching you eat. You look like a chipmunk."

"Shut up," Steve blushed.

"You do! A cute little chipmunk. My chipmunk," Eddie cooed.

Steve kissed him to quiet him, and Eddie giggled against his mouth. He may move as slow as a sloth, but he always got to where he needed to be.

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vviolets444rroses · 1 year

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dating ethan landry pt2

my HEADCANONS <3 :

SFW only :)

part 1 part 3

👻; if you have any pets, they all like him better than they do you.

👻; he’s an early bird, always up at like 7am making you your favorite breakfast food.

👻; if you’re a night owl, then he’s patiently sitting beside you doing homework or reading while he waits for you to wake up.

👻; if you’re an early bird like him, you guys are up making breakfast together. he probably sucks at cracking eggs😭

👻; he surprisingly takes a little longer than you to get ready to go out.

👻; he doesn’t get high, but if you are, he might be in a quiet corner and draining his vape🙏

👻; if you have any classes together, he’s sitting next to you, hand on your knee.

👻; he likes when you teach him girly things. like how to do a proper ponytail, why you use the products you do, and so on.

👻; he LOVES skin care nights with you. he’s standing in between your legs and you’re sitting on the bathroom counter. he usually smothers his face with the mask. so you had to start doing it for him🤦🏻‍♀️

👻; he cleans your room for you. and in the morning, your bed is always made before you leave the bathroom.

👻; he hates when you’re sad. so he’s always going above and beyond just to make you feel better.

👻; like i mentioned in the first part, he kisses your insecurities. but if that won’t work, he sits in the bathroom with you and points out everything he loves about you. (p.s., he loves all of you so it takes hours)

👻; he’s a broke college student, but he will always find a way to get you flowers. when he can’t afford a bouquet, he picks them in a random garden. and when he can, it’s a fat one with your favorite ones.

👻; he’s always on the move. so when you’re slowing down, he either carries you on his back or throwing you over his shoulder.

👻; when you guys get in fights and you try to walk off, he pulls you back by your pant loop. he sits himself down and hugs your body. he won’t let you guys sleep when there’s an unresolved problem.

👻; he has a picture of you and your pet (if you have one) as his lock screen. he claims that your pet is his kid as well.

👻; you and mindy are always pulling pranks on him. he’s easy to prank 💁🏻‍♀️

👻; he wears actual pajamas to sleep in. you think he looks dorky, because you just wear his shirt and shorts. and it’s rare he’ll sleep in just boxers, because chad always barges in.

👻; he gets all shy and nervous when you’re complimenting him. if you talk about his abs or muscles, he looks everywhere but at you.

👻; secretly a swiftie or lana stan (i need this for me guys😣)

👻; he will sing lay all your love on me with you for karaoke nights.

👻; when in public, you’re always hugging him. he likes that you do.

👻; you guys have a mutual obsession with each other’s hair.

👻; he has a low spice tolerance. he could probably eat one hot cheetos and suffer for the rest of the hour.

👻; he likes late night walks with you.

👻; you make him read books after you read them so you have someone to talk with about them.

👻; ^^ anika usually reads with you guys, but she eventually gets annoyed at how cutesy you guys are. she leaves to go be with mindy after 30 minutes.

this is my opinion, i hope you like it… most of these are more descriptive, i think. so yeah :)

#jack champion #ethan landry #jack champion x reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry imagine #jack champion fluff #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry headcanons #headcanons #scream #scream 6 #scream movie #ghostface #vviolets444rroses

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salternateunreality2 · 4 months

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AGSZC Group Chat: Baby Pics

ZackAttack: BAHAHAHAHHAHA GYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND! HAHAHAHAHA

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[pic: little Ponytail Cloud]

CloudySky: ZACK.

ZackAttack: your mom gave me it, and it's the cutest thing ever

CloudySky: Fine. You started this.

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[pic: Zack at age 12, wearing puppy ears and holding his hands up like paws]

ZackAttack: how did you get that?!

CloudySky: nunya

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[pic: Zack at age 7, rolling in a puddle, clearly giggling]

Ange(a)l: Oh, I can contribute to this!

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[pic: baby Genesis pouting in a bubble bath, looking like a wet parakeet]

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[pic: Zack in his first set of SOLDIER armor, all gangly limbs and dorky grin]

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[pic: little Genesis on stage, dressed as the goddess in their school play]

ZackAttack: ANGEALLLLLL!!!!

Ange(a)l: that ponytail is pretty cute, kind of like this...

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[pic: Cloud at age 1, glaring daggers at the camera, pout out in full force]

GiftOfTheGoddess: Why do I have so many notifications?

GiftOfTheGoddess: ANGEAL

ZackAttack: ooooo, geallll, you better run!

GiftOfTheGoddess: Indeed, but first...

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[pic: little Angeal's bowl cut]

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[pic: baby Angeal in a bubble bath, chewing on a rubber ducky, vacant expression on his face, drool dribbling down his chin]

Sephikitty: I find these amusing and heartwarming. I shall provide my own baby pictures.

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[pic: little Sephiroth covered in blood in a nightgown standing over a monster's corpse]

Sephikitty: That was my first midnight surprise killing with no weapons! I think even that man was impressed; he had meant to leave me a sword, but an assistant forgot.

Sephikitty sent an attachment

[pic: baby Sephiroth floating in a mini mako tank, hooked up to wires]

Sephikitty: This is the only picture I could find of myself in a bath.

Sephikitty: He wanted me to kill the assistant, but I refused and as punishment, he tried this:

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[pic: little Sephiroth with cat ears stitched onto his head]

Sephikitty: It didn't work, of course, my healing ability rejected the transplant tissue.

ZackAttack: buddy...

Ange(a)l: ...

Sephikitty: The ears were very soft, and I think they complemented my hair. Perhaps I should dress up as a cat next Halloween.

GiftOfTheGoddess: My soul, corrupted by vengeance...

ZackAttack: oh shit vengeance anyone have ieys on closu

Ange(a)l is calling...

Zack: "Hey Geal, you got him?"

Cloud: *incoherent growling*

*sounds of struggling*

Angeal: "Yeah, but I could use a hand! Hold still! Ouch! NO BITING! You'll just end up in prison if you kill Hojo! Calm down! YOWCH!"

Zack: "be right there"

Call ended

Sephikitty: Is Cloud alright? Did something happen?

GiftOfTheGoddess: My friend, the fates are cruel.

Sephikitty: Loveless, Act IV

Sephikitty: Seriously, Genesis, is something wrong with Cloud?

GiftOfTheGoddess: No, my friend, just...where are you?

Sephikitty: In my office, why?

GiftOfTheGoddess: I'm coming to hug you.

Sephikitty: Ok?

Ange(a)l: Got him duct taped and distracted with the promise of creating new baby photos for Sephiroth

ZackAttack: it was my idea! Seph, we're going to dress you up and put you in a bubble bath and it's gonna be great!

Sephikitty: Ok?

Sephikitty: You are all very strange, but I appreciate your friendshalsodhehrndjjdhebd

ZackAttack: hehe I bet Gen just hugged him ❤️ we love you too buddy ❤️❤️❤️

#sephiroth #ff7 #cloud strife #zack fair #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #die hojo die #death to hojo

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familyvideostevie · 10 months

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seashell 🐚 🩷

hello lovely!! may i please request an eddie blurb pertaining to the lyrics “all's well that ends well to end up with you” <3

hello!! you super may!!! here's a blurb of you and eddie on the edge of friends-to-lovers!! <3

"Fancy seeing you here," Eddie says. He leans on the wall next to you, a colorful drink in his hand. You roll your eyes at him -- you've just eaten dinner at the same table. He had his foot hooked around your ankle the whole time.

"Very funny," you retort. "I figured you got lost on the way to the bathroom.

"Me? Lost?" You snort. He holds out his drink and you reach for it, wrapping your hand around his just to touch him before taking a sip. "You like it?"

You nod, turning your attention back to the dance floor. Everyone looks lovely -- all of your friends dressed up for the most anticipated wedding in the town's history: Joyce and Hopper.

The music changes to something slow and Eddie grabs your hand. "Let's dance," he says, already dragging you to the dance floor.

"To this?" you say. It's a little out of character for him. You've danced together hundreds of times, at least, heads banging to guitars and drums in grimy bars and even his trailer. But you've never danced like this. "Do you know how?"

Eddie scoffs. His hair is tied back in a low ponytail and while he's not wearing a suit, he looks smart in a button down and black slacks. "I know how. Have some faith, sweetheart." He gently grabs both of your wrists and brings them on either side of his neck. "You hold on here, and I'll hold on here." His palms are warm on your hips through the fabric of your dress. You hope he can't hear your heart racing.

"I'm impressed, Munson," you say. Eddie always impresses you. He's your best friend, the person who knows you most, the one who has your heart, even if he doesn't know it. He's kind and sweet and funny and brave and dorky and you love him.

"Gotta keep you on your toes." Your fingers wind in his curly ponytail as you sway to the song. There are couples around you but it's hard to focus on them when he's so close. You could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

"The couple of the hour looks happy," you whisper. Eddie subtly looks around until he finds them pressed against each other in their own world.

A soft smile transforms his face. "They do," he says. "They like, won the game of love."

You laugh softly. "What does that even mean?"

Eddie looks at you, really looks at you. He pulls you a little closer, soft smile turning shy. "They were friends first, right? So they knew each other real well, had love for each other before it grew into something else."

His thumbs are tracing patterns on your hips. It's like every second of your friendship flashes before your eyes -- all the laughter, the tears, the touches. The girlfriends you tried so hard not to hate and the boys who never made you feel as safe and loved as Eddie does.

"Is that how you want it to happen for you?" you ask him. His face is so close now that your noses brush as you sway.

"I think it's going to happen for me that way," he says. "At least, I hope it does. If I get my act together."

The song finishes up and you tug him close, dragging your nose along his cheek as your lips reach his ear. "I think that's a good idea," you say. His fingertips press into your hips and he inhales sharply. "Let me know when you're ready."

You kiss his cheek softly before darting to the bathroom, half-hoping he'll follow.

(He does.)

join the celebration!

#fvsbeachday #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

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sapphos-ode · 10 months

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Young Larissa 1

Young Larissa Weems

Pls help me think of a title. This is very messy, I do apologise. I’m not sure how I wanted to characterise Larissa here. Anyways enjoy

Larissa was always a quiet girl, she kept to herself and focused on her studies. Much to the chagrin of her roommate, Morticia Frump. Who was the ever outgoing ray of sunshine that everyone seemed to love at Nevermore.

Walking into their shared dorm was always an experience. You would have Morticia’s side, music blaring, dark and gothic, every square inch of her walls covered in posters or black and white photographs. And then there would be Larissa’s side, filled with little trinkets and keepsakes. Small potted plants dotting her side. Predominantly a lot of whites, soft yellows, and pale greens. She’d often have a pair of headphones on. Trying to drown out Morticia’s record player.

Whilst they kept it civil for the sake of them being roommates, there wasn’t much reason for Larissa and Morticia to be friends. If she was honest, Larissa didn’t like anything about Morticia, apart from you. Being in the same dorm as Morticia meant she got to see you in a quieter environment. When there were less people, and you weren’t surrounded by friends. Not that she talked to you much when you were in her dorm. She always wanted to, thinking that next time she’d have the courage to hold a proper conversation with you. Not just small talk.

You were aware of Larissa’s existence and you always found the girl very sweet. A little dorky even. In the last year you’d developed a small crush on her. She was this stunning girl, pretty in an ethereal sense, she was soft and gentle. Gorgeous in a tantalisingly feminine way yet at the same time being unbearably handsome.

You really liked her voice, the subtle English lilt to it. The way she spoke so tentatively. You wish she talked more, you were happy to carry conversation but Larissa always seemed to give you short and dry answers. So you guessed she didn’t like you much. That still didn’t stop this silly crush of yours. You had made peace with it being unreciprocated. But you still hoped to become friends.

You sat on Morticia’s bed, she was busy fussing about a date she had with Gomez. She’d torn out half her wardrobe and abandoned it on her bed, forcing you to burrow through it all to make space for you to sit. You weren’t paying Morticia much mind, letting her ramble on at you.

You watched Larissa, sat at her desk, pressing the end of her pen against red painted lips as she squinted at a worksheet. She had grown tall and you loved every inch of her. Her platinum blonde hair held itself in soft curls and was kept in a low ponytail, shorter pieces fell loose and framed her face. She wore a simple sage green jumper with a white tennis skirt, and a pair of matching white converse. Her gold jewellery, minimalistic in style caught the light every now and then. The desk light she had on cast a halo of light around her. She truly was like an angel from another world.

She was hyper aware of your presence in the room, equally aware of your eyes burning into her. She did her best to not do anything embarrassing. Larissa had wanted to say hello but Morticia had started ranting on about something the second you poked your head in. The blonde was a little annoyed. She’d rehearsed asking you how your day was in her head ever since Morticia mentioned off handedly that you were stopping by to help her with clothes.

“Earth to Atikah!” Morticia snapped her fingers in front of you.

“Sorry Ticia!” You jump, being broken out your daydream. As you look away you don’t see the blonde look over to you. Stealing the opportunity to glance at you whilst your attention was elsewhere.

She blocks out your conversation with Morticia. She doesn’t really care much for what her roommate’s current woes are. It’s short lived because Gomez knocks on the door. Eliciting a squeal from Morticia as she rushes to open it.

They’re all over each other and you fake gag at them, you look away and catch Larissa’s eye before sharing an exasperated sigh with her. Playfully rolling your eyes.

“I saw that!”

“Good!” You shoot back at Gomez, “now go piss off on your date, damn lovebirds,”

Larissa scoffs quietly at your comment, causing a subtle flush to cover your cheeks.

“Don’t wait up for me,” Morticia calls out as she and Gomez disappear.

You let quiet fall around the room, fiddling with your fingers out of nervousness. It’s rare that you find yourself alone with Larissa, and you intend on making the most of it. You’d happily settle being friends with her.

“You know, if they come back here tonight you can take refuge in my dorm,” you attempt to crack a joke.

Larissa chuckles softly, and you take that as a win.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she murmurs softly. Hoping she spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“Pardon?”

Larissa’s heart sinks, still. She repeats herself, “just said I’ll keep that in mind,” she sounds unsure of herself.

You let out a happy hum, “I mean it,” you think for a second. “You got any plans for the weekend?” hoping to make small talk, you certainly weren’t curious if she was free. Just making small talk. That’s all. Is what you told yourself.

Larissa paused, this conversation was either just to fill a silence, or maybe… you would suggest you two do something. ‘Don’t be delusional,’ she scolded herself.

“No,” she put her pen down and spun in her chair to face you properly, “what about yourself?” Larissa cheered internally, proud she’d managed to return the question.

“Nothing,” you hum out as you stood up and walked over. You failed to see Larissa blush, and sit up a little straighter. Her eyes trained on you.

You pull yourself out of Morticia’s clothes and walk over to stand at the edge of Larissa’s desk, peering down at the papers, “what’re you studying?”

Larissa’s posture slackens and she seems a little dejected. Then a sudden wave of self consciousness washes over her, what lame kind of seventeen year old spends Friday night studying? English literature of all subjects too!

“Just some text analysis,” she mumbled. Unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

“Cool,” you nod to yourself, “sorry, hope I’m not disturbing you too much,” your eyes roam over her side of the room, admiring a large poster of one of Alphonse Mucha’s works, “I can head back to my own dorm if you’d like peace and quiet,” your eyes find her soft blue ones as you wait patiently for an answer.

“It’s okay, and you’re not. Don’t worry. I’d love the company,” Larissa offered a shy quirk of her lips, “I’m afraid I’m not very interesting- ”

“Oh please! You are not!”

There’s a lull. You look around thinking of something to talk about.

“So, you seeing anyone or has Morticia stolen all the love and left none for the rest of us?”

Larissa takes a moment to respond, “I’m not no…” she gives you a look. Returning the question just not verbally.

“Neither, have my eye on someone tho,” You maintain eye contact with her.

“Pray tell?” She asked, curiosity burning. This was good news just as much as it was bad. It was good if there were hints that it could be her, but bad if it wasn’t.

“There’s no fun in that! She’s really pretty though, ridiculously pretty,”

Larissa perked up at that, you were into women as well, “I’ll find out one day,” she fixed you with a look causing you to laugh. How she loved that sound, she wanted to be the cause of it.

You stay and talk for a little while longer before you take your leave. Reiterating how you felt bad for taking her time.

A knock sounded from your door, you were currently slouched in your desk chair, feet up on your desk wrinkling a some homework but you didn’t really care. In your lap sat a small sketchbook where you had started laying out guidelines for a portrait.

You weren’t expecting anyone, and certainly not at 1am. You reach over to lift the needle off of the vinyl you had playing.

Larissa debated walking away when you didn’t answer the door instantly, she began to second guess herself, maybe you were only joking. How stupid of her-

You swing the door open and seeing your crush standing outside your dorm was a surprise to say the least, but you gain your wits quickly and give her a beaming smile, “take it the lovers returned?” You usher her inside, “I’m glad you did take up my offer,”

You did have a roommate, Tam, but she had moved out. In fact she had moved school entirely, that was a few months ago so you had a spacious room to yourself. Well, sort of. Morticia was using the spare wardrobe as an overflow for her own clothes. And when you weren’t in Ophelia hall, Morticia was in your room.

“I don’t think I’d manage another night,” Larissa grimaces, a cold shiver running over her.

You let out a hearty laugh at that, “how do you sit through it?” You motion for her to sit on the bed whilst you settle back on your chair, wheeling it closer to Larissa.

“Fleetwood mac and good headphones,” Larissa had never been in your dorm before, and she was dying just to soak it all in. But that was rude, even more so with you sitting right there.

“You’re a braver soul than I am,”

You notice Larissa clutching a few jotters to her stomach, “swap places?”

She takes a second to catch on before nodding shyly. You offer her your seat and nestle on your bed stop your duvet.

“Thank you, you don’t mind if I still do a little studying?” Larissa silently cursed herself, she’d finally managed to bank some time alone with you and she wants to study. In all honesty, she didn’t know how well she’d manage to converse with you, so the notebooks were a fallback.

“Not at all,” you chirp, leaning over to the desk to grab your pencil, deciding you have a nice angle on Larissa, where you could draw her without her realising.

You both sit in silence for a while, with only the sound of pen and pencil on paper.

“I’ve got spare bedding, you can sleep in Tam’s bed,” you speak up.

“Oh god, I couldn’t!” Larissa interjects, “they should be done in an hour or so, I don’t want to keep you up too late… I’m surprised you were still up at if I’m honest…” she mumbled the last part. Which is a lie, she’d gathered from Morticia that you were a night owl, and somewhat of an insomniac. She was expecting you to be awake.

“Larissa please!” You stifle the giggles, “it’s no bother, and we both know they’ll be at it like rabbits, for hours,”

“That is true… but only if you’re sure…”

“Absolutely positive, Larissa,” you give her a reassuring smile and she seems to relax a little.

She loves hearing her name from your mouth. You say it with such a tentative and gentle way. As if her name was some kind of delicate China.

At some point, you’re not sure when, the record player is playing and Larissa has joined you on the bed, sitting next to you, thighs touching. You had closed your sketchbook on the pencil, keeping your place but hiding the multiple portraits of Larissa you had drawn. Some things were best left unshared.

“Want to go to Jericho tomorrow?” You ask, hoping you sounded nonchalant.

Larissa had an apprehensive look, were you inviting her alongside a group of others? Or did you mean just her? Just the two of you? Were all your other friends busy? Were you just a second option cause you didn’t have anyone else?

You took her hesitation as a sign she didn’t want to, but you tried one attempt at convincing her. If she still hesitated you’d accept that.

“There’s a new coffee shop opening, the Weathervane, I wanna try their hot chocolate,” you study her face, “if you don’t want to that’s cool though!”

“No! I do want to, please,” Larissa stumbled over her words a blush forming on her cheeks, not wanting to lose the opportunity.

You can’t help the grin on your face, she was too cute, “it’s a date then!” you say jokingly, gauging Larissa’s reaction.

The poor blonde just blushes more, and can’t find her words for the life of her. You start laughing and bump your shoulder into her gently.

“A date for sure,” Larissa manages to choke out. It may be a joke but she’d take it.

You sit and talk for a while longer, discussing all the things you could do in Jericho, which wasn’t a lot.

Eventually you throw in the towel, “it’s like, 4am,” you yawn, covering your mouth, “I have a spare toothbrush and you can steal some pyjamas,”

Larissa was all too eager to sleep, she was overjoyed at being able to talk to you. And you had interesting conversations too! A major milestone for Larissa, given she could work herself up about just asking you how your day was. She also was not a night owl, more of a morning person. But she tougher out the early hours to be with you.

You lay out some clothes for her then realise you’d forgot to make up Tam’s old bed. Shit. Larissa seems to catch on as she looks at the bed then to you. You were far too tired to put bedding on, and Larissa was beginning to look half asleep already.

She wanted to suggest that you both-

“Share my bed?” You look a little on edge as you ask in a small voice.

“Sounds great,” Larissa had to tamp down her excitement. She could ‘accidentally’ hold you in her sleep.

“Brilliant!”

You’re both ready for bed, Larissa’s sporting shorts and an old band tee of yours. You feel yourself become a little giddy, Larissa was wearing your clothes, it seemed so domestic. She also looked good in the darker colours.

You clamber into bed first, tossing your stuffed cat somewhere into your room.

“That was so mean Atikah,” Larissa pouts, looking over to where the poor thing had landed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble a little sheepishly.

Larissa only laughs at that and worms herself under the covers. It’s then that she spots your sketchbook on the bedside table. Still closed over the pencil.

“Can I see what you were drawing?”

“Huh? Oh, sure,” you hand it to her and just as she goes to open the book you turn off the lamp. Dousing the room in darkness.

“Atikah!” Larissa slaps your arm and you can’t help the laughter.

“Sorry Rissa!” You manage to gasp out. In the dark you don’t see the girl still at the nickname. Nor do you see her face turn red. Larissa could feel her heart racing.

“Forgiven, I guess,” she huffs out, leaning over you to place the sketchbook back on the bedside table. You take this opportunity to wrap your arms around her and drag her back onto the bed. Your head nestled into the crook of her neck.

Your hearts pounding and you hope she doesn’t kick you out the bed, “I usually sleep with a stuffed toy but I chucked it so you’ll have to do, sorry, good night!” You throw the words out and close your eyes. Larissa smells nice, calming and grounding. She smells like rain, in a good way. The scent fills your head and makes it spin. Against your will you sigh in contentment.

Larissa had yelped in fear when you all but tackled her, but once she realised she was over the moon. She didn’t hesitate to snake her arms around your frame, enjoying how perfectly you seemed to mould to her body. Her own heart was on a rampage in her chest and you could feel it hammering away.

“If you wanted to cuddle you should’ve just said, you didn’t need to assault the poor stuffed toy,” Larissa chuckles to herself.

“Then I wouldn’t have a valid excuse,” you speak but your words are muffled by Larissa’s neck. She shivers pleasantly at the feeling of your warm breath ghosting against her skin.

“Cold?” You ask, pulling the covers with one hand.

“No,” Larissa answers, she burrows in and readjusts her hold on you, “sweet dreams,”

You don’t reply, at least not verbally. Your soft snores are her answer, you’re out like a light. Larissa smiles to herself as she presses a gentle kiss on top of your head.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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ragnarlothcat · 7 months

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I will never be get over how FLOOFY anakin’s hair is in that scene where he’s grinning sort of manically in ahsoka!!! Love that crazy ass boy!!

It's so floofy!!! I have a lot of opinions about Anakin's hair (for reference please see everything I have ever written and ever will write) and the fluffy curls are top tier. I'd make a chart ranking all his hairstyles over the years but a) that sounds like so much work and b) I would rank them all as the absolute best. Long ROTS curls? 10/10. Dorky padawan braid and little ponytail? 10/10. Clone wars era short curls? 10/10. That time he had no hair because it all burned off when he tried to murder Obi-Wan in a deranged fit of greed and hubris? Somehow also 10/10. He never misses!

#asks #anon #ahsoka spoilers #as always i am being normal about this man

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legolasghosty · 7 months

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So. About a year ago, the lovely Innytoes created a list of spicy writing prompts. And I, being the dorky ace that I am, decided to take it as a personal challenge to see just how UN-spicy I could do some of said prompts. The actual giving of prompts was kept to a few friends, and it was mostly a silly thing back when I could actually sit down and spin up a one shot in an evening. (A few of said prompts actually made it to ao3 at various points, you can read them here, here, here, and here!)

HOWEVER, I took a couple of the prompts off of the list before I offered it to my friends for prompts. Mostly cause I just had no idea how to make said prompts not sexual. But one of them has continued to haunt me for over a frigging year now! SO, here's some little snippets of how one could de-saucy-ify the prompt, "The lube is what flavor?"

Option 1 -

"Okay so what am I supposed to be getting again?" Alex asked, the phone to his ear as he entered the O'Reillys.

He heard Bobby groan on the other end of the call. "We've been over this at least five times, Lex." Alex could feel his exasperated glare without even seeing him.

"I'm sorry," Alex sighed. "I just know literally nothing about car fluids. Blame the gay in me or whatever."

"You do realize I'm gay too, right?" Bobby pointed out. "But again, you're looking for silicon lubricant. And for the love of God, don't get that Red and Tacky garbage Chad 'recommended'."

"I'm sorry, the lube is what flavor?!" Alex demanded, turning onto the aisle marked 'Fluids'.

"You're not supposed to-whatever-just get the silicon stuff," Bobby said instead of answering. "Valvoline usually works just fine."

Alex glanced around at the overwhelming shelves of bottles and jugs. He drummed out the beat to a song Luke and Julie had shown them the day before on his leg as he narrowed down the options. There, that looked right.

"Okay I found it," he told Bobby. "But you're explaining how car lube can be 'red and tacky' to me later."

"Deal," Bobby responded, sounding relieved.

Option 2 -

"-and the vocal folds need to be kept moist," Julie explained.

Luke nodded, but Julie knew she was losing him. His vocal health notes had dissolved into scribbles and half-finished lyrics. She'd better wrap this up.

"So they're naturally lubricated with a really thin layer of mucus," she continued. "And in order to keep that layer thin and stuff, you have to stay properly hydrated."

She paused to pick up the light blue plastic water bottle from the studio floor. But when she looked back up to whack him with it, the mostly full container seeming like a decent way to make a point, he was already staring at her, eyes full of confusion.

"What?" Julie asked, one hand flying automatically up to her ponytail to see if it had come loose or something.

"The lube is what flavor?" Luke asked, mouth hanging open a bit.

"I-what?" Julie asked again, now feeling almost as confused as her bandmate looked.

"The voice cord lube stuff," Luke responded. "You said it's like mucus. But isn't that just... snot? Your voice is covered in stuff that tastes like snot?!"

Julie tried to hold back. She really did. But she failed. She burst out laughing, dropping Luke's water bottle in a futile attempt to hide it. "Luke, mucus is more than just snot," she tried to explain through her giggles. "But yes, that's what keeps your vocal cords moist."

Luke shook his head. To all the world, he may have looked like a man who'd just been told he was colorblind, that everyone else could see a universe of shades his eyes couldn't comprehend.

But only Julie would know the truth. At least some part of her mini-lecture on vocal health got through.

Option 3 -

"Okay, and then pass me the 205?" Flynn requested, holding out a hand to Reggie, who was sitting on the floor along with most of Flynn's tools.

"Um, the what?" Reggie asked sheepishly, glancing around at the various brushes, screwdrivers, and small tubes surrounding him.

"Oh, the switch lube," Flynn clarified, pointing at a small jar. "It's GPL 205G0, and there's lots of types of keyboard lubricant, so we usually just use the numbers to ID them."

"Oh, right, sure," Reggie responded, passing her the container. "Sorry. Computers aren't really my thing."

"Well that's what you have me for," Flynn pointed out, smirking. "I fix your glitchy keyboard, you keep me from failing math."

Reggie laughed and leaned back against Flynn's bed while she worked. After a minute, she passed him back the jar and started fitting the keys back into place. He entertained himself by inspecting the black lid.

"Wait, so the lube is what flavor?" he asked, looking up at Flynn again. "Da-vinny-key?"

"Divinikey," Flynn corrected easily. "And that's a brand, not a flavor. Please don't eat keyboard lubricant."

"Well I wasn't planning on it..." Reggie said, letting his sentence trail off suggestively.

"Reginald Jacob Peters, you wouldn't dare," Flynn warned, shooting him a glare over her shoulder.

He held her eyes for one moment. Two. Three. Fo-

Reggie burst out laughing, with Flynn only a moment behind.

"I make no promises," Reggie wheezed as he got his breath back.

"I'm not taking you to the hospital when it poisons you," Flynn shot back, her grin betraying her words.

Thank goodness Reggie's keyboard was done already.

Thank you, sorry for wasting your time with my brain worm!

#legolas tag #legolas rambles #no I'm not tagging Inny in this #cause I don't wanna bug her with my...#mental issues?#I don't know #but this would NOT stop bugging me #so maybe it will leave me alone now #also this is not to be taken as advice in any of these areas #the only one I actually know much about is the singing one #please do not take my word for what car or keyboard lube to use #but yes according to the internet 'Red and Tacky' car grease is a thing #I don't know why #also in looking back through when I wrote these #apparently there's one more that I never actually put up on ao3 #hmmmm maybe...#if I have the energy at some point #not that anyone would read it lol

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nanaosaki3940 · 10 months

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Baji's Anger Management [Tokyo Revengers]

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X OC/Reader.

Genre: Romance, Fluff.

Trope: Childhood best friends turned lovers.

Note: A snippet from my Tokyo Revengers fanfic called "A Condition Called Love". And this takes place during the final newest timeline where Baji's alive (although Baji never died in the previous timeline in my fanfic...). Also Baji didn't get held back in school again in the newest timeline, so he's actually a senpai/senior to Chifuyu and Takemichi at school now.

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Nana’s POV (June, 2005 – New Timeline)

It was the year 2005 when Keisuke and I were in our final/senior year in middle school. And just like how he had promised two years back, he took his studies very seriously into consideration and didn’t get held back in the same grade this time around. I was happy for him, really. Keisuke was motivated and worked super, duper, extra hard in school so he didn’t have to get held back again. He stayed true to his word and was still stuck with it.

It was already 3:25 PM in the afternoon and our classes had just come to an end for today. As soon as the teacher left the classroom, I stood up from my seat and went up to Keisuke’s desk while the other students were making their way out of the room. Today, the teacher gave our test papers back to us and I wanted to know how Keisuke did in his exams.

“Japanese language – 30, English language – 45, Science – 35, Social Studies – 50, Mathematics – 40…” I quietly read out the scores of the ravenette boy, a sweat drop forming on my head, leaving me utterly speechless. “Keisuke, you failed in every subject… Just how…?”

The said boy with his long raven locks tied up in a high ponytail, still wearing his dorky-ass goofy glasses like how he did in the previous timeline, crossed his arms over his chest and let out a huff in displeasure.

“I got too cocky last time…” Keisuke stated with a frowning yet distressed face. “I was so full of myself that I thought maybe I could get through this exam without your help or your study sessions… But unfortunately, I fucking couldn’t do it. If I don’t pass next week’s makeup exam, I’ll have to spend the entire summer vacation in supplementary classes. I can’t do this.”

Keisuke clicked his tongue in annoyance and I gave him a soft concerned look. In my defense, I did try to help him out with this exam but Keisuke declined my offer and said that he would try to study on his own. He wanted to pass the tests without my help. I understood that he was trying to be more independent and didn’t want to bother me, but that plan of his obviously didn’t work out and rather backfired him.

“Tsk! At this rate, I will miss the summer Toman meetings.” He added, slightly shaking his head. “I can’t even go to the Musashi Festival with you this year. Nor can we go touring in Shonan. Nana, you do realize how much this means to me, right?!”

“Yes, I know. It means a lot.” I replied in all seriousness, nodding my head.

This time, on our summer vacation, Keisuke and I decided to go to Shonan, just the two of us, alone. It was a region situated along the coast of Sagami Bay in Kanagawa Prefecture, central Japan. It was located beside the Sagami River and about 60 kilometers southwest of Tokyo. As both Keisuke and I loved the ocean, beaches, and relaxing atmosphere, we thought Shonan was definitely the place to be. In our opinion, Shonan was Japan’s most laidback, stylish, and cool surfer’s paradise which deserves to be called the “California of Japan”.

Thinking about it, there were so many things we decided to see and places we wanted to visit once we went to Shonan this summer – Enoshima Island, Enoshima Aquarium, the Enoden Railway Station, Mt. Fuji, the Route 134, Kugenuma Beach, Chigasaki Beach, Komaya Park, the Ryukoji Temple, Koibito No Oka (aka the Lover’s Hill) – and so many other more. If Keisuke took his makeup tests next week and failed once again, then we wouldn’t be able to go there just as we planned. And I couldn’t let that happen.

“Please help me study, Nana?” Keisuke requested with pouty lips and I let out a giggle in amusement.

“You don’t need to request me, Kei...” I stated with a smile before grabbing his hand and walking out of the classroom together. “I promised you that I’ll help you study, right? So, let's do this.”

“Do you have any club work today? If not, then wanna go and study at the library now?” he asked as he intertwined the fingers of our holding hands. “I was thinking of getting some problems solved by you. Also, I need to clear a few doubts regarding the last math test.”

“Sure. I’m free now. We can study at the library.” I reassured him with a smile again.

As we walked down the hallway hand in hand and were making our way toward the school library, we came across a certain blonde-haired individual on our path. It was Chifuyu Matsuno (who was in his 2nd year in middle school at this moment in time).

Keisuke and I reunited with Chifuyu at the beginning of the last year, when we started the 1st semester of our 2nd year while Chifuyu newly joined the school as a freshman. And when I said reunite, it meant that Chifuyu had obtained his old memories from the previous timelines as well, just like me and Keisuke. It was overwhelming when we met Chifuyu again. He was with us through thick and thin whatever the situation was from day one. He was our ride-or-die buddy, so meeting him once again in this new timeline was nostalgic, it was heartwarming.

“Ah, Baji-san, Nana-san! Heading back home together?” Chifuyu called out with a brightened-up smile, jogging up to us.

“Oh, hey, Chifuyu!” I chuckled softly at his puppy-like behavior. “No, we’re actually heading toward the library now. Keisuke and I decided to study there for a while.”

“Let me guess… Baji-san failed his tests again?” Chifuyu asked before looking over at Keisuke with a teasing smirk. “Still can’t believe you actually didn’t get held back in this timeline, Baji-san.”

“Oi, I’m gonna fucking murder your ass, Chifuyu!” Keisuke growled out in a threatening tone but we knew he meant no harm.

“Anyways, where are you heading now, Chifuyu?” I asked, slightly tilting my head to the side.

“Takemitchy called me just a few minutes ago. He, Kisaki, Hanma, and Kazutora, are all handing out at McDonald’s. They’re asking me to join them, so I’m heading out there. They asked me to bring you guys too, but it seems like you’re busy…” Chifuyu trailed off with a sheepish smile.

“Well, yeah. Can’t be helped.” I smiled back and then raised an eyebrow. “But seriously? McDonald’s again? Don’t you guys get tired of it?”

“That’s our usual hangout spot though.” Keisuke chimed in with a small smirk and threw his right arm around me, draping it on my shoulders. “Nana and I would’ve joined you guys, but my makeup exam is more important.”

“Right! I understand! I won’t waste any more of your time.” Chifuyu responded back with a toothy grin as he was about to walk away. “I’ll get going then…”

“Wait, Chifuyu!” I quickly called out, making the said boy look back at me. “There’s something I was meaning to ask you… Do you still feel wary about Kisaki and Hanma?”

It was something I wanted to ask Chifuyu for a while now because of his budding friendship with Kisaki and Hanma.

“Not really. Not anymore.” Chifuyu replied with a small shrug and a warm smile appeared on his face. “Given how they were in the previous timeline, I always keep my guard on whenever they’re around. But then yet again, things are different now. Kisaki is different. Hanma too. So there’s no need to be afraid of them anymore is what I think.”

“That’s right. If Takemitchy assured us that things are different now, then I’m sure we don’t need to panic so much. We should’ve more faith in our friends.” Keisuke chimed in a reassuring tone, smiling down at me.

“Yeah, you’re right…” I smiled back. “As long as Takemichi is involved, I’m sure it’ll go well…”

Besides Keisuke and Chifuyu, I believe in Takemichi the most…

If he says it’s okay, then maybe it is…

After that, once Keisuke and I had settled down in the library to study, he suddenly remembered something and then spoke up to me.

“Hey, are you working on the school fest for this year too?” Keisuke asked and I shrugged in response.

“Don’t know. They didn’t form the committee yet. We’ll know who’s gonna be in charge of the preparation process once they form the committee.” I replied, letting out a small sigh before giving Keisuke a curious look. “Why are you asking this? You wanna join the decoration group or something?”

“I never took participation in preparing for school fest or shit before. Looks fun though, not gonna lie.” Keisuke responded and a mischievous smirk formed on my face.

“But remember that one time you once helped out your class, hmm?” I asked in a teasing tone, causing Keisuke to look at me with a slightly frowning face.

Flashback (2004 – the previous timeline)

It was when Keisuke, Chifuyu, and Ryusei Sato were in 1st year of middle school while I was in my 2nd year back in the previous timeline.

“Nana Senpai!” a familiar feminine voice called out from behind me.

I was in the middle of working on the decorations for the upcoming school fest, busy with my group mates when a girl named Himari from Keisuke’s class came up to me with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Hm, Himari? What is it?” I asked her in a kind tone.

“Um, I wanted to ask you a favor…” Himari stated with a sheepish chuckle while rubbing the back of her neck. “Can you ask Baji-kun to help us out for the school fest, please?”

“Keisuke? What do you want him for?” I asked in confusion yet feeling curious at the same time.

“Our class has decided to set up a cosplay café. And we are kinda short on staff, so we were thinking of asking Baji-kun to be one of our waiters.” She explained.

And that’s when a mischievous idea came to my mind.

“So it’s like that, huh? I think I have a perfect plan for this…” I stated before explaining the plan to her.

A few minutes later, after gathering up all the courage they needed, Himari and her friends went up to Keisuke with bright smiles on their faces.

“Baji-kun! We are having a cosplay café for the school festival! Do it for us, please! Cosplay!” Himari requested Keisuke who was sitting at his desk, studying quietly all by himself.

“Huh? Why should I?” Keisuke asked, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

“Because you have a nice figure. We thought you would look good!” Himari replied, smiling brightly and her friends also agreed with her. “Please? Baji-kun, help us out.”

But Keisuke simply stared at them with a frowning face and remind silent as he didn’t know what to tell them or what to think of their sudden request.

“Say, Baji-kun… I heard Nana Senpai is really busy with the school fest now and so she can’t help you with your studies at the moment, yeah? Also, you have a major test next week, right? If you do it, I’ll help you study! Please!” Himari requested him again, throwing this bait toward him.

And that piqued his interest.

“Are you serious?” Keisuke asked in surprise, the frown on his face dropping.

“If you wear a policeman’s uniform, I’ll help you with the Japanese Language. Or if you dress up as a vampire, I’ll help you with Science. Alien for Social Studies. And cat for English. And if you wanna learn Math… wear a female sailor’s suit!” Himari explained the deal with a smug face and this caused a dark shadow slowly fall onto Keisuke’s face, making him contemplate this deal.

Meanwhile, when this was all happening inside the classroom, Chifuyu, Ryusei, and I stood and watched the whole scene play out from the doorway with curiosity.

“There's no way Keisuke-kun will agree to this. He would never dress up like that.” Ryusei stated in a confirmed tone.

“You never know, Ryusei…” I responded back, smirking and this made the said boy give me a confused look.

And seemed like the plan actually worked because, on the day of the school fest, we found Keisuke wearing a female sailor outfit and working as a waiter at the café. Even Chifuyu was there with him as well, also wearing that outfit with a blonde bob-cut wig on his head. And seeing this left Ryusei completely petrified and me a giggling mess.

“Welcome~!!!” Keisuke and Chifuyu greeted us with wide grins, excited, and this shocked Ryusei even more.

“Three iced coffees!!” Keisuke called out loud, with a tray in his hand and it seemed like Keisuke was actually taking his job as a waiter very seriously despite him wearing a sailor outfit.

“I’ll be right with you, Baji-san!” Chifuyu called out happily from the other side of the room, supporting Keisuke with his job.

“No, you’re in a different class to him, Chifuyu…” Ryusei deadpanned at the blonde boy while I continued to laugh at the scene.

Flashback ended

“Hey, you tricked me into doing that! And I’m not doing that same shit again.” Keisuke snapped at me with an angry yet pouty face and I let out an amused giggle.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, all right? I will never do that again, promise.” I smiled softly at him in response before opening the math book. “Let’s start our study session, okay?”

And from there, the marathon of our study sessions started which would continue for a whole week. After school at the library, at Keisuke’s place, at the Sano residence – we continued to study hard day in and day out, not taking a proper break to rest. After all, there was no way in hell I could let Keisuke fail his tests again and then miss out on our Shonan trip.

“Nana, you haven't been getting enough sleep.” A tired Keisuke pointed out with guilt in his tone as we were working on some mathematical problems after school in the class.

“Don’t worry about that…” I reassured him with a tired smile, leaning my head on the palm of my hand as I noticed the dark bags under his eyes. “Just concentrate on the mathematic exercise I just taught you now.”

And as we were about to go back to solving the exercises, our homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with a smile on his face.

“What’s this, Baji-kun? You're actually making an effort? And you’re taking help from Osaki-kun again? Just how much are you gonna bother her?” the teacher asked with a taunting smile.

Upon hearing those words, a sad, frustrated expression took over Keisuke’s features and this really annoyed me.

“Keisuke’s my childhood best friend, sensei. So I don’t mind helping him out. Rather I’m very happy that he’s working so hard. Keisuke’s a diligent student, sensei. He’ll do just fine, I’m sure of it.” I stated in a snappy tone with a frowning face and the teacher found my words really amusing.

“We’ll see about that, Osaki-kun.” he replied, smirking again and then looking back at Keisuke again. “Too bad you're gonna have to have supplementary lessons, Baji-kun. You’ll have to give up your summer vacation this year. I’ll be waiting for you with lots of homework.”

And with that, the teacher walked away from there while giggling to himself.

“That fucking evil teacher… I’ll kill his ass off one day…” I grumbled under my breath, cussing the teacher in my mind. “What kind of teacher is he? He should be happy with his student’s progress, not curse them like this and wish for their failure...”

“Nana…” Keisuke called out in an unusual monotone voice who was staring down at his textbooks and I looked back at him again.

“Yeah? What is it?” I asked and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Immediately a menacing frown formed on his face and it looked as if he was about to burn the entire world down in one go if he had the chance.

“Where is my summer vacation?!!” Keisuke snapped out through his gritted teeth, scowling deeply at his textbooks and notes while clenching his pencil in his fist.

Oh shit!! This is not good at all!!

“Keisuke, calm down. Please don’t worry about that. Just keep up the good work.” I panicked, trying to cool him down but nothing seemed to work on him.

“Where’s my oasis?! Where’s my youth?!!” he yelled out again as he tossed his books away and then stomped out of the classroom angrily, even taking off his glasses and throwing them to the ground.

Wasting no time, I quickly picked up his books from the ground and carefully packed our bags and stuff before walking out of the classroom as well, following the ravenette boy from behind.

“Keisuke!” I called out in concern, finally catching up to him as we walked down the streets of Shibuya. “Studying too much made you delirious! Just calm down already!”

“I won’t be able to concentrate on these supplementary exams unless I punch someone, Nana!!” Keisuke declared as he growled out, radiating menacing energy from his body.

“Huh?” I asked in confusion, concerned as I watched him literally burn in rage and fury.

And just then as we walked down the path, we noticed three individuals on the walkway. One of them was unfamiliar to us but the other two were someone we knew. Mantaro Suno and Gen Kokubunji – they were the imposters who were impersonating Manjiro and Draken, pretending to be them, and trying to exploit their names. Keisuke heard about them a few weeks ago and even tried to catch them but failed that one time.

“Those guys… They are the impostors from the other day!” Keisuke scowled, recognizing the imposters, getting ever more furious. “For real! Last time they got away and I couldn’t catch them!”

I noticed the imposters were all beaten and bruised up, kneeling on the ground while the other unknown individual was bossing them around while typing something on his cell phone.

“Come on you guys! hurry up and-” The unknown guy was talking to the imposters when he suddenly noticed our presence. “Huh? The fuck's up with you? Scram! I’m busy disciplining my slaves-“

But the guy didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Keisuke threw a powerful punch in his face and knocked him out cold immediately. And as soon as the guy fell unconscious on the ground, the imposters stood up and came up to us.

“Huh?! You are Baji-san?! Why are you helping us?” they asked him in confusion.

“I was drowsy, so I just punched him in the face, you stupid son of a bitch.” Keisuke snarled out in a threatening tone. “You two want a piece of the action too, huh?”

“Keisuke, you actually punched the wrong guy here.” I calmly pointed out.

Keisuke’s original plan was to beat the crap out of the imposters but in the end, due to his own anger and drowsiness, he ended up punching the other unknown guy by mistake.

“No. he was right in front of me…” Keisuke countered back tiredly before realizing his mistake. “Well, yeah, but… I feel so much better after I punched one of them. I’m so ready for tomorrow’s exam. Let’s go, Nana.”

And with that, Keisuke took my hand and started to walk away from the scene with me, leaving the imposters shocked and confused while the other guy unconscious on the ground.

Keisuke’s a bit messed up in the head…

But… it’s okay, I guess…?

But it seemed like the punching technique did kinda worked its miracles and Keisuke ended up passing all his makeup tests the next day.

“Way to go!! I passed!!” Keisuke cheered happily after that evil teacher gave back the exam sheets.

“Yeh!! You passed!!” I cheered as well, throwing my arms around Keisuke, and hugging him.

Meanwhile, at the corner, the evil teacher shivered with a distressed look on his face while he held the exam sheets in his hands, still finding it unbelievable that Keisuke had actually passed the makeup exam.

Sucks to be him, I guess…

If you wanna read the whole fanfic, then pls check it out on Quotev and Wattpad -

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Lance spins the pen in his fingers. He chews his lips. He spins around in his chair. He looks at his bed — their bed — with the fluffy duvet and soft pillows and his stuffed shark. It looks so inviting. It would be so nice, really. Just a nap. A quick one. He’ll feel better when he wakes up; less restless.

“It’s gonna be hard, to stay awake when you’re struggling,” Eleana said, “you’re so used to protecting yourself by retreating. It’s hurting you, though, and you know that. You’re going to have to fight your brain a little, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to fight my brain. I think I’ve fought enough for one lifetime. I just —“ Lance’s face crumpled, a little. “I want to take a break.”

Eleana softened. “I know, Lance. I know. It’s hard. But it’s my job to tell you hard things, love, and it’s your job to stay alive.”

So the bed is not an option. Which means…

Lance takes a deep breath. He steels himself. He walks to the door.

What if Keith doesn’t want to hear it? What if he’s busy? What if he’s tired of carrying Lance’s shit?

He freezes as his hand touches the doorknob. His hands shake. Just like that, he’s psyched himself out. He drops to the floor, criss-cross-applesauce, clutching his hair. His breath shortens, shallow and quick. He tries desperately to calm it.

Fine. Fine. Everything is fine. Please. It’s fine. Breathe.

The blood rushing through his ears is so loud that he almost misses the quick footsteps approaching the room. There’s a knock at the door, a little hesitant.

“Lance, baby? You in here?”

Immediately, his breath evens, a little. Not quite normal, not yet, but he’s no longer in the hyperventilation territory.

“‘M here,” he says. Kind of gasps it, if he’s being honest.

“I’m coming in.”

“Mhm.”

The door finally opens, and Keith steps in. He’s still half-blocked by the door. All Lance can really see is one half of him; his bare foot, one leg of his boyfriend jeans, the black v-neck sweater that looks, like, really good on him. And his face, of course, and his dorky ponytail. He smiles when he sees Lance, although it’s a little sad. He doesn’t hesitate to step all the way in the room, sitting in front of Lance. He takes Lance’s hands gently in his, looking him in the face and smiling again. Encouraging.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I feel like shit,” Lance says.

Keith tugs on Lance’s hands. “Come here. Let me fix it.”

This time, Lance doesn’t hesitate. He crawls into Keith’s arms willingly, burying himself into the sent of pine and sandalwood and safety. Keith pulls him as close as possible, holding him tightly.

“Anything wrong in particular?”

“No. Yes. Dunno. Just feeling sucky. Worried about bothering you. Want to sleep.”

Keith presses a kiss to his temple, and then doesn’t move. He keeps his lips on Lance’s skin, even as he talks. “Well, I can tell you right now that you’re not bothering me, sweetheart. And you’re doing everything you can to get better — you’re being active, you’re eating right, you’re seeing Eleana twice a week. You’re doing great, nae salang.”

“But what about — I mean, you’re still dealing with me. All the time. You live with me. You can’t escape my shit at all, the burden that must —”

“Lance,” Keith’s voice is hard. Not mean, not angry; maybe firm is a better word. “A burden is something you carry involuntarily. But I love you, babe. A lot. So much. With every molecule in my body, actually.”

Lance can’t help the small grin. Keith is such a goober.

“I’m happy to help you,” Keith continues, kissing Lance again. “Not a burden, okay? I just want you to get better. Okay?”

Lance sniffles, nodding. “Okay.”

Keith grins. One of his big, wide ones, where his eyes crinkle. Lance loves him so much he feels it in the marrow of his bones.

“I love you,” Keith says again, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too,” Lance responds. He closes his eyes, still presses firmly against Keith, and breathes out, exhaling all the pain and stress and hopelessness and Bad of the day.

On his next inhale, all he smells is pine and sandalwood.

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replica-r · 1 year

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❝ i respect your opinion. it’s wrong, but i respect it. ❞ || @k3ytoheart

"What? That you look dorky as hell in that pirate getup?" Rikuto laughs. Not that he's much better, honestly--he doesn't have the tricorn hat that Sora's wearing, but his hair's pulled back in several braids wrapped in a ponytail, and he's wearing loose clothing that already smelled like salt and brine. The boots were comfortable, at least.

And it wasn't like Sora looked terrible, either. The outfit was adorable, and clearly made with love for him. The coat looked cool. Not that Rikuto would ever say these things out loud.

"Alright, where are we headed then, captain?" he asked, leaning against a barrel.

#(~𝒾 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇~)#(~𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉; 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 | k3ytoheart~)#rikuto's lowkey jealous shh

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sweetbunpura · 20 days

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RSA Leader and Vice leaders

Whoops, so these guys would not leave my mind, so help me seven. The only thing I couldn't come up with was the name of the dorms.

Andrew "Andy" Lovington: Dorm leader of RSA Hearts adj, Based on "Alice", Short blond hair with a blue headband, blue eyes, kind but a little ditzy, 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Looking Glass" - Makes a mirror that can hide someone or multiple people in it, they must keep quiet or to a low speaking voice or else the people outside the mirror will hear them.

Bigsy "Hatley" McGee: Vice dorm leader of RSA Hearts adj, based on "Mad Hatter", Black, long light brown hair tied back in a ponytail, wears a green top hat, Grey eyes, mysterious and a bit strange, 2nd year, calls Yuu "Love." Unique Magic: "Tea Time" - Halts time for an hour, can't exceed time limit or he blacks out.

Sissel Kingscholar: Dorm leader of RSA Savana adj, based on "Kovu", Lion beastman, Cousin to Leona, long darker brown hair that has a few braids in it, scar over his eye, yellow eyes, kind but nervous, 2nd year, first year as a dorm leader. Unique Magic: "Lion's Light" - Brings an area into a bountiful lagoon.

Pine Voiser: Vice dorm leader of RSA Savana adj, based on "Maximus", horse beastman, medium length white hair, olive eyes, stoic but a gentleman, 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Captain's Orders" - Gives orders to whoever is in the area of effect.

Nanu Coulette: Vice Dorm leader of RSA Octa adj, based on "Lilo", Long black hair, TWST equivalent of being Hawaiian, warm brown eyes, Extremely kind and goofy, 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Through my eyes" - Is able to see and talk through his scrump doll, can't use magic through the doll.

Riley Nights: Dorm leader of RSA Scarabia adj, based on "Aladdin", short brown hair, tan, friendly yellow eyes, Magicless, very kind and friendly, 2nd year.

Jahzi Al-Asim: Vice dorm leader of RSA Scarabia adj, based on "Jasmine", long brown hair, red eyes, generous and kind (except to Jamil), 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Tiger's eye" - Calms down anyone he casts the spell on, must be looking into his eyes.

Grooves Heights: Dorm leader of RSA Igni adj, Fae, based on "Hercules", medium blond hair, black, vibrant green eyes, nerdy and bubbly, 3rd year, Twin Brother: Lute. Unique Magic: "Olympus' Might" - Grants super strength and durability for a limited time or until he cancels it.

Lute Heights: Vice dorm leader of RSA Igni adj, Fae, based on Hercules' Pegasus, medium blond hair, black, vibrant orange eyes, smooth and dorky, 3rd year, Twin Brother: Grooves. Unique Magic: "Hero's Flight" - Manifest wings to fly around, wings are strong enough to carry people.

Prince Phara: Dorm leader of RSA Dia adj, based on "Prince Philip", short silver hair, keeps a sword at his waist at all times, very gentlemanly and regal, brown eyes, 3rd year, Magicless.

Randolph "Ram": Vice dorm leader of RSA Dia adj, based on "Beast", Ox beastman, large man, long and messy brown hair, Black, short and blunt, stormy gray eyes, 3rd year. Unique Magic: "Hollow Stealth" - Grants the user stealth for a few mins

#TWST oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #rsa oc

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skinslip · 10 months

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Last Days in the Southland AKA That Time I Was in a Weird Al Music Video and Also Sat in Front of Guillermo Del Toro During A Movie

"All this and it will still end." The ghost speaks to me with a whisper-hoarse voice of gravel and 2 packs a day of the cheapest clove cigarettes. I always had a thing for the smell of cloves. And not a smoking fetish but a love of the aesthetics of black lipstick holding a black clove, pulled away by finger nails painted black to exhale like a dragon. But the smoking was never arousing, just pleasant smelling.

Anyway I got sidetracked. Where was I? Oh yeah I was talking to the dead again. I'm sure this is a manifestation of the extremely apocalyptic ending of my current relationship, a monogamous union in which I struggled to remain faithful, always the shameless flirt with the autistic energy with the least finesse. But ironically it was her infidelity that would provide the final nail in that monogamous coffin.

That actually works, you know? The being authentically autistic and direct and wouldn't know know it all fucking works somehow. Lesbians love to baby the dorky autistic girl who makes them laugh. I can't tell you the number of kryptonite level babes have fallen for my quasimodo lookin' ass.

Back to the point at hand... It is probably a shocker to no one but if you are a bitter, manipulative, capricious, and lying fuck people won't help you when you need a place to stay after your breakup. So then I had two choices: 1) move in with my parents (no thanks) or 2) move in with my aunt in Austin and have an attempt at some independence.

"I miss you." The words flee from my mouth. I'm still talking to the dead. She drifts nearer and reached out with her hand to brush a tear from my f-

*****

My phone starts screaming "Battle Ready" by Otep and I shoot straight up to my feet and fly across the room to my cellphone charging at foot of the bed my friend Alex let me stay in as the dust of my life settled.

The ringtone ends before the first verse is done, before I am even awake. I stand there holding my phone, drenched in sweat. It's fucking 84F in my room, it's at least 10 degrees hotter outside. I groggily put the phone to my ear. "What?" I spit rocks into the phone before hacking up a bit of phlegm.

"You want in on this Weird Al music video or what?" It's Tim, an old friend from film school.

"Excuse me? What?" I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and destroy the last word completely.

"I'm doing a music video. Al is not here. But I have space to put you in the video but you have to get down to Huntington Beach by 3pm."

I rip the phone from my ear to check the time, plenty of time thankfully.

"Can you also fit my buddy Alex in? He's gonna be my ride either way."

"Yeah, man. I can use that tall ass dude too."

"We'll be there A.S.A.P." I end the call before I get a reply. Waking Alex is a pain in the ass usually but today...

"Hey, dude. Get up, we're gonna be in a Weird Al music video-"

And Alex shoots up, completely awake. "Are you fuckin' with me?"

"Nope, get ready already!"

youtube

So we do a photo shoot with Tim that lasts all of 20 minutes. Alex gets to be Steven Seagal's ponytail and I get to be an email scammer. Hollywood is glamorous like that. But after Tim invites us to attend a special screening of The Man Who Laughs (1928) at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences in their Samuel Goldwyn Theater.

[That's meeeeee, Circa 2012]

And my goddess the movie was incredible. Conrad Veidt menaces the screen, his visage clearly the inspiration for the original Joker. His rictus grin lives firmly in my memory, something I will probably never forget. I sob into the final moments.

Then the credits roll, I am transfixed, I am changed, I am awash with emotions. And I stand, turn around to look around the room and standing right behind me is Guillermo Del Toro who has been sitting behind me the whole film, and he probably noticed my heaving sobs near the end. Which felt embarrassing in that moment as our eyes locked but now is rather sweet, to be overwhelmed by emotions by a piece of art in front of your favorite artist. He doesn't know my name but he may forever remember this random person overcome with emotion at the power of cinema, and that's pretty damn cool. I smile at him and he turns and immediately leaves. I don't need to bother him at all, it was just a really cool moment.

The next day I leave for Austin, Texas to begin a very dark chapter of my life. And my ghosts follow me.

[A screenshot of a page listing the time and day of The Man Who Laughs from hollywoodgothique.com ]

#Youtube #weird al #al yankovic #weird al yankovic #guillermo del toro #the man who laughs #samuel goldwyn theater

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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Wooooooo Friday

23, sweet tarts

If you were to ask Carrie where she saw herself in ten years, she could give you an itemized list of her exact circumstances, right down to the generic guy with a good name and minimal fame that she had settled down with.

That all got thrown out the window when she met Reggie Peters.

Reggie Peters didn't fit into any of her plans, with his dorky personality, his crooked grin, and his adorable freckles.

None of that fit into Carrie's plan at all.

So she stubbornly refuse to acknowledge how she blushed when he shot that crooked grin her way, or giggles when he winks at her during a bass solo. The way she's enraptured when he goes on about D & D or math, neither of which are topics she could care less about unless it's Reggie talking about them.

She tries to shake it off, ignore how the passion in Reggie makes her heart beat double time. She has a plan, excel at Los Feliz, then off to UCLA for Performing Arts then she and Dirty Candi will take the world by storm.

She can't do any of that when she's hung up on Reggie who has no more ambition than to devour an entire pizza in one sitting and jam out in Julie's garage with his friends.

No, that's not fair.

Reggie isn't built for college, he had admitted that during lunch one day, not that his folks could afford it even if he was. But he was going to take night classes and apprentice Julie's dad to become a photographer. Had been working his butt off walking dogs to afford that much and a decent place with Luke and Alex after they graduated.

Carrie sighed, thinking of it, and then saw the lovelorn expression in the mirror, freezing. No! None of that!

"Time for bed," she said, going through her multi step process to get herself ready, perfecting her image in the mirror. She had to be perfect, to prove to them all that she deserved her spot, that she could make it big without her dad's help. Strive and drive, it was all Carrie knew.

Finally she settled into her high thread count sheets, and hoped for rest. Maybe sleeping would make her feelings for a certain bass player would disappear.

Only, when she awoke, and checked her phone, there was a message from Reggie asking her about their scheduled math tutoring session, and she could feel her cheeks burn.

Fuck.

"Okay so sleeping it off didn't work," she grumbled. "Let me consult my list; hypnotism, no. Meditation, certainly not. Well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them."

She huffed off to get ready for the day, but stopped as she saw she was picking out her cutest outfit. "It's not a date!" she cried. "Math tutoring, nothing else!" She threw on some comfy sweats (stylish and designer, but still sweats) and an oversized shirt. No make up and her hair went up in a messy ponytail.

There, maybe this would help her heart get the message because there was no way Reggie would find her any way appealing in this get up. She did set up some good snacks though, because she was nothing if not a good host.

Reggie was right on time, as always, and Carrie wiped her hands on her pants before opening the door, hoping her fake hostess smile was firmly in place rather than her smitten one. Only Reggie was there in his familiar flannel and ripped jeans, green eyes sparkling, pink spreading over the sprinkling of golden freckles dotting his face.

"Hey Care Bear, looking good," he said, running his fingers through his silky locks. "Ready for some polynomials?"

"Blech," Carrie replied. "Can we start with the quadratic equation ones first?"

"Only if you got the good snacks for me," Reggie replied.

"You know I do," Carrie said with a roll of her eyes. "Come on, we can nibble while we numerate."

"You're too good to me doll," Reggie said, flopping down on the couch.

"It's the least I can do for you helping me pass math," Carrie said, setting the snacks out before them. "Since you won't let me pay you."

"Your money's no good with me Wilson," Reggie said.

"Why?" Carrie asked. "I know you charge Kayla, and Nick, and heck, Alex."

"I only charge Alex because his parents insisted on paying me, I put all that money back into the band's gas fund to get us back and forth to gigs," Reggie said. "The others were assigned to me through the guidance counsellor, so they're required to pay. You..."

"Me?" Carrie asked, scooting closer to him on the couch.

"I'm happy to teach you for free," Reggie said, his cheeks a bright pink now, the warmth radiating from them. "It just means I get to spend time with you."

"I like spending time with you too," Carrie admitted.

"Yeah?"

Reggie was so close now, Carrie could pick out the flecks of gray in his eyes, the tiny spot on the curve of his jaw that he must have missed when shaving, the way his freckles merged on the bridge of his nose. "Yeah," she breathed out, and closed the distance between them.

And with that, Carrie's plans went up in flames because no future, no matter how meticulously scheduled it was, would be worth giving up Reggie's kisses for.

And when he asked her out later, she said right away.

No need to sleep on it at all.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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