#Tiffany gave it to him because she knew what he was planning

[silvershewolf247]

I like the idea that Chucky could have taken over Andy's body in Child's Play 2, but his own fear of death and what he may face after death, resulted in a psychological barrier that prevented him from doing it.

#thats how i justify how he possesses andy without the heart of damballa #also he had the heart in his back pocket when he possessed Nica #Tiffany gave it to him because she knew what he was planning #also it explains why chucky self sabotaged so much in childs play 2 and 3 #Chapter 2 Au: Not Out Of The Woods

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Failed proposal

Azriel x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Summary; Azriel finally gathers the courage to propose, but what happens when the ring gets mixed with the earrings Cassian got for Nesta?

I was inspired by the movie "something from Tiffany's"

Warnings; a bit of angst and swearing. Mentions of violence.

Winter solstice was coming and everyone was rushing around trying to find the perfect gift for their loved ones. You, Feyre, and Nesta had already shopped for gifts and hid them around the house so the males wouldn’t find them. They were way too impatient and you knew that the moment they would spot a present they would open it to see what it is. Even your mate Azriel who seemed strict and a sucker for rules would cave. 

You and Azriel met 50 years ago and the bond snapped instantly, you spent the next years going out on dates and taking things slow and about 20 years ago you moved in the house of wind and accepted the bond. You didn’t have a ceremony so you recently discussed about getting married, he seemed nervous and wrapped the conversation quite abruptly making you wonder if he really wanted this. You couldn’t understand what was holding him back, you had accepted the bond so getting married was actually something meant to happen. Your insecurities resurfaced and the jealousy consumed you as you thought about the time he spent with Elain in order to help her adjust, but after overhearing that he had a big plan for this winter solstice, you decided to wait until then to confront him. The girls were all convinced that he will give you the ring you yearned for and you couldn’t hide your excitement.

Azriel 

“I don’t know Rhys… none of the rings feels right” Azriel said as they walked around in the store.  

“What about this one?” Rhys exclaimed and held a ring in Azriel’s face. The shadowsinger took a step back and examined the ring, it was indeed a beautiful gold ring with a blue marquise cut stone the same shade as his siphons. Azriel took the ring from Rhysand’s hand and moved it to the light, it was just as shiny as your eyes, he thought and smiled. 

“Okay I’ll take this” he informed the salesman and followed him to the register. After the ring was packed he took the bag and hurried off hoping to get home before you so he could hide it.

He entered the library and removed one stone from the wall leaving the present inside and placing the stone back into place. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t notice the same bag that Cassian had hidden there too.

Winter solstice.

Azriel’s behavior was completely odd the past days and this morning he jumped off the bed like you burned him. You were really confused but also excited because these were telltale signs of an upcoming proposal -or at least that’s what the girls had been telling you.

The night came rather quickly and you all gathered in the main room of the house of wind with all the presents. 

Feyre gave Rhysand a painting of Nyx and him flying around, then she gave Cassian a book about war strategies. For Nesta she had bought a book series and for Elain some gardening supplies. Then she moved to Azriel for whom she got a new dagger, and finally you… you opened the velvet box and gasped, she got you the necklace you had been checking out for months. You hugged her and then it was Rhysand’s turn, he bought Feyre an art gallery and jewellery and weapons for the rest of you. 

Azriel’s turn came, and he gave Feyre a sketchbook, then gave Rhysand a new pair of Illyrian leathers, and a new sword to Cassian. He had bought Nesta a book and then he moved to Elain, you almost growled when she gasped and held a bracelet with a pink rose charm. Then it was your turn, he looked nervous as he grabbed the last bag and gave it to you. 

At the same time Cassian pushed a similar bag in Nesta’s hands whispering “I can’t wait anymore open it please” 

You opened the bag and saw a small velvet box, your heart stopped and you glanced at Azriel. It’s happening. You thought and opened the box with a huge smile on your face.

“Oh Az… uhm thank you” your smile fluttered.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked “what?” 

“I love them” you smiled and showed him the box, a pair of earrings was inside and he frowned. 

Nesta squealed and jumped on her feet 

“Yes yes yes a million times yes” she screamed and hugged a very confused Cassian. 

Your eyes watered as you stared at them.

Cassian gulped as he saw the ring. He was sweating but seeing Nesta’s reaction he smiled and placed it on her finger. You couldn’t take it anymore so you congratulated them and excused yourself. Azriel was speechless… he glared at Cassian and hurried off to find you. 

You were in your shared room, sitting on the bed and crying. Azriel felt a pang in his chest but he couldn’t tell you, he didn’t want to do this without the ring. Rage filled him and he thought about all the ways he would beat Cassian. 

“What’s wrong angel?” He asked and sat next to you. 

“Do you even love me anymore?” You asked him, your voice breaking. 

“Of course, more than anything… where is this coming from?” 

You just shrugged and laid back. You didn’t mind that he didn’t propose as much as the fact that he gave Elain something that reminded of her while he gave to you a pair of simple earrings…and he knew that you didn’t even wear earrings. 

He opened his mouth to speak again but quickly shut it as you turned your back on him and tried to sleep. 

Azriel was confused because he didn’t feel any disappointment down the bond, just jealousy. He thought about it and then it hit him…he gave Elain -with whom you had a problem- a thoughtful gift while he gave you something that you didn’t even use. He felt even worse and with a groan he fell back and stared at the ceiling.

The morning came and you woke up alone in bed…

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“Why didn’t you tell her?” Rhysand exclaimed.

“Because I don’t want to ruin this too.” Azriel sighed. “I met her a few days before you were trapped under the mountain so our first years as mates were not easy, then she moved to the house of wind where everyone was mourning you and we didn’t even have a ceremony for accepting the bond, she just brought a piece of apple pie in our room and offered it to me…. The next days I was busy helping Mor, Cassian and Amren rule Velaris and  we didn’t even celebrate our bond. I can’t let anything destroy the proposal too.” 

Cassian walked into Rhysand’s office and Azriel immediately pounced on him.

“You fucking idiot” -punch

“Why didn’t you say something?” -punch 

“You fucking stole my ring” -punch 

“You stole my moment" -punch, punch 

The warlord was accepting the punishment knowing that he messed up, only when the high lord pulled Azriel back he dared to speak. 

“I’m so sorry brother… I was shocked I didn’t know what to do…and Nesta was so excited… I couldn’t find it in my heart to destroy the moment” he avoided Azriel’s gaze, the shame consuming him. 

“I. Want. My. Ring. Back.” The shadowsinger growled, pausing between each word. 

“Okay…” Cassian mumbled and left. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You were sitting in your room staring out the window… you wondered if Elain came here sooner would Azriel still want you to accept the mating bond? You doubted that and pain filled your heart. 

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts and Nesta walked in.

“Heyyyy, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to the store where Cassian got me the ring, I want to ask them how to maintain it clean” she said and stretched her hand out staring at the ring.

“Sure” you shrugged and got up. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Feyre came and winnowed the three of you to the store, you walked in gaping at all the jewels there… the store was really expensive. 

“Hello, I recently got engaged and I wanted to ask how to clean this” Nesta asked the salesman and showed him the ring.

“Ooh yeah, you must be y/n” he smiled, you glanced up but he wasn’t looking at you, he was talking to Nesta. 

“The shadowsinger was so excited when he found this ring, he kept saying how shiny it was  just like your eyes” he continued and Nesta gulped. You were staring wide-eyed, your jaw almost touched the floor but thankfully Feyre pushed it back in place. 

“Azriel bought this?” Feyre asked. 

“Yes my lady, your husband was here too, he was helping the shadowsinger choose.” 

“What about Cassian?” Nesta asked and the salesman gave her a questioning look. 

“The warlord, the general of the armies… the brute with the red siphons” she explained and you and Feyre snorted at the last remark. 

“Oh yes. He was here first he got a beautiful set of earrings” 

And then it hit you, somehow the two idiots mixed their presents. Nesta growled and turned around marching out.

“Thank you” Feyre smiled and pulled you out.

 Nesta was pacing…

“Y/n I’m so sorry” she said when she saw you. 

“It’s okay Ness” you smiled.

“Why didn’t the idiot say something? Oh he is sleeping outside today” she growled.

“I think he just didn’t want to ruin the moment, you were really excited” your voice was soft as you spoke.

“Yeah but we ruined your moment” she pushed 

“It’s okay I’m used to it” you shrugged with a sad smile. 

She gave you the ring.

“I think this belongs to you” 

You placed it on your finger and stared.

“The stone is the same color as Azriel’s siphons” Feyre noted.

“Yeah I was confused about that too” Nesta shrugged. 

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Dinner was served and you and the girls walked inside the dining room taking your usual seats. Azriel glanced at you with a worried look and Cassian whispered something to Nesta… she shook her head and smirked.

The room buzzed with conversation and everything felt normal again, you reached for the wine bottle in front of Azriel, the ring on display. Azriel was taking a sip from his wine and the moment his eyes fell on the ring he choked, spraying the wine all over the table making everyone stop and look at you. 

You giggled while Nesta and Feyre smiled.

“Where… how…when?” Azriel was blurting out questions. 

“We went to the shop today and the salesman called Nesta by my name so we figured” you shrugged and smiled. 

Cassian’s eyes widened and he pushed his chair back, he glanced at Nesta and with a quick “oh shit” he jumped up and ran away, Nesta following suit.

Azriel smiled softly and took your hand in his own, pressing a small kiss on the back of your palm. 

“I didn’t want this to happen like this…. We deserve one good moment” he whispered.

“Being in the dining room with all our family is a pretty good moment…” you smiled “and maybe we can lock Cassian in a cell on our wedding day” 

Azriel burst into laughter and pulled you in his arms. 

“I promise to give you the most amazing wedding day” he smiled and kissed you. 

Requests are open!

#acotar #acotar series #azriel #azriel spymaster #feyre archeron #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel angst #azriel x reader #rhysand #cassian acotar #cassian #nesta archeron #a court of thorns and roses #amren #nessian #nesta acotar #acotar fanfiction #rhys acotar #acowar #acosf #acomaf #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #elain archeron #elain acotar #velaris #night court

[cornerofhell]

PLOT FOR THE AU

Okay so as some may have guessed, this au is different.

You see, I have taken the plot from multiple movies and the series and meshed them all happily.

And it starts with with Curse. Nica never went to prison- because she had people testify on her behalf. 

Nica Pierce and Andy Barclay first met when he came to her to help her with her case. He was not going to let another soul be taken by that bastard. 

He, his mother Karen, his stepfather Mike, his adopted sister Kyle, and Jesse and Jade Kincaid all testified on her behalf. How they also had been acused of murder that had been proven false, and that the evidence pointed to Nica’s innocence.

Nica was released, and Andy awkwardly offered to take her in while she sought for custody of Alice, but Alice had disappeared completely. Her foster mother was not found either. They were both without a trace.

The woman worked night and day to find her niece. So hard to find the child she viewed almost as a daughter, the last remnants of her family that she’d been too late in saving. 

Andy was by her side the whole way and would try to help as much as he could, helping put up missing posters, and actually in doing so, this brought their bond closer.

The stress made them speak feelings that they kept from the world, how Chucky had ruined them, how far their lives had come, what they were....

And strangely enough that bond began to grow. And grow and grow. 

Nica still searched for her niece constantly but she also bean to fall in love with the man who helped. The man who listened, the man who ate cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the smartalec man with a bajillion guns on his walls to protect himself and others...

And Andy was beginning to fall in love with the woman who cooked like Gordon Ramsay’s sister. The woman who spoke like a scientist’s dream, the woman whose jokes and laughter made him smile like he’d never before, the woman who held his hand.

And with that, a year after he took her into his home, the two began to date.

....Then the box came in. Andy shot the doll right as it prepared to kill him. 

This revealed a few things. One, they had a new way to find Alice, and two, their location was no longer safe. 

And three, Nica was pregnant. 

The two knew they had to leave fast, so with the help of the fellow Barclays, the two got a large cabin out in the woods. Not too cut off from society but just enough to be well hidden. 

They tortured Chucky tremendously, wanting answers out of the little bastard, and revenge for all of those years and deaths...

Until he just revealed it. He’d planned on revealing it before he gutted Nica but now was as good as any... Alice was dead.

She’d been used as a vessel for one of his soul’s clones and was stabbed in return by a victim.

This devastated Nica, giving her severe depression, but Andy was by her side through and through. The moment they were able, they’d hunt the sons of bitches down.

Nica gave birth at the hospital to a perfectly healthy baby girl, which she and Andy named Maggie. The two adored her, and promised the world and the moon to protect her and love her always.

Then they were thrown for another loop. See, with Nica being released, this sort of gave Chucky less time to plan, and less time to explain to Tiffany. And in doing so, she accidentally got sloppy. 

‘Jennifer Tilly’ was seen dragging a corpse by a jogger when she wasn’t looking and reported and arrested. Her children, Glen and Glenda, ten at the time, were placed in foster care. Meg Tilly wanted so badly to take in the twins she never met but at the time had no room in her home. She’d constantly visit the tow and promise them a home.

Nica and Andy watched this all as the pieces connected slowly. They’d been the last attacked by Chucky and Tiffany.... Oh no. It took a while of torture before Chucky admitted- yes. Glen and Glenda were his children, an Jennifer was his wife, Tiffany.

Andy was the one who sort of had the idea, but the two talked it over a bit. Maggie was a few months old, were they ready....

But both of them knew that they couldn’t bear to let another child, let alone two into Chucky’s clutches and trauma. So they took them in. 

It was a hard, awkward start. Raising a baby and new foster twins wasn’t easy. Not to mention Tiffany had escaped- run off, just like she had with Alice.

With this new horror, Glen and Glenda had slowly remembered who they were, and had no idea how to handle it... But Andy and Nica helped. They listened. Didn't judge them for their parents. They helped.

Years went by. They became closer. A new baby by the name of Mikey was welcomed into the loving family and as normal as they could be, the family chugged on.

Nica had become a teacher, Andy worked a factory job, both going out with Kyle to hunt Chuckys when they had time.

And then Andy, father of two seventeen year olds, a seven year old, and a two year old, received a message from someone named Jake. TO BE CONTINUED....

#horror #andy barclay #andy x nica #nica x andy #maggie barclay #barclaypierce #karen barclay #kyle #mike norris #Glen and Glenda #glen ray #glenda ray #chucky ray #tiffany valentine #Tiffany Ray

[series-thoughts]

Final Family - Alice lives Au because I'm scared of what Don has done in season 3

Usual key changes for my AUs apply: Nica still has her limbs (fuck you Don), Season 1 took place 2 weeks after Cult like it was supposed to meaning Season 2 was 2018 and this then goes on to be just before Season 3 (around fall of 2019). True to the Final Family AU started by @streets-in-paradise and @losersclubisms Andy has adopted all the younger Chucky survivors and Nica still hunts Tiffany when possible but lives with them the rest of the time after rescuing Caroline.

So basically, Alice's 'death' happened not long after Chucky successfully possessed her, making her about 8 years old at the time. (I believe Curse was supposed to take place around January of 2013, I'm happy to make a post explaining why I think that if people are interested) Since we don't know Alice's birthday I'm just gonna make it the same as Summer's, so late May.

What ended up happening was as Chucky in Alice's body tried to stab the victim, they ended up being able to grab the knife and fight back, stabbing Alice in the abdomen before fleeing the scene. Chucky, afraid of dying since he didn't have his army of dolls yet, quickly made his way back to where he had been staying and transferred his soul back into a Good Guy before leaving Alice to bleed out. Alice however, managed to get up and at least out of where Chucky was staying before collapsing and someone finding her and taking her to hospital.

Long story short, Alice survives the attack and after being discharged from the hospital, is put back in foster care but she gave a different name after waking up out of fear of Chucky finding her again.

Over the next 5-6 years, Alice is sent to multiple different foster homes and during her free time secretly tries to find a way to visit Nica until the news comes out when she is 12 that Nica escaped and is assumed to be behind the murders that took place at Harrogate before her escape.

This is when Alice starts to form a reputation of 'trying to run away' from her foster homes whenever she gets an idea of where Nica and as she has worked out, Chucky and Tiffany would probably be.

Eventually, Alice settles down in a foster home since she realises that with Chucky and Tiffany being involved again, she needs a better constructed plan, and she gets along well with her current foster mother.

This takes us to fall of 2019, obviously the Final Family are all together, but Nica still believes Alice is dead. (When Chucky was possessing her he could essentially look into her memories and vice versa, and Chucky ended up showing Nica Alice's 'death' at one point during the year she was imprisoned). Chucky and Tiffany are working together again since they realise the danger they are in with the survivors together and at some point, Chucky finds out that Alice survived and they both go after her.

Now 14 year old Alice wakes up to a noise one night and creeps downstairs to find her foster mother dead and quickly flees the house, grabbing the bag she had packed for emergencies. From the research she had done over the years, she found out what had happened to Sarah back in the 80s and that Mike Norris was the one who first killed Charles Lee Ray. With that in mind she heads towards Chicago, hoping that someone in the police department may have worked with Mike and know where she could find him now.

This leads to Mike getting a call one evening from one of his old work friends, claiming that a girl has turned up asking if they knew where he was and that he saved her grandmother in the 80s but she won't tell them her name.

Mike and Karen both know the story about Alice from Nica and Andy, so quickly make their way to the station where they recognise Alice from the photo Nica has. They end up sharing their stories and tell Alice that they know where Nica is and that she is safe. Since it's late that night, Alice ends up staying with Mike and Karen for the night as they leave a message for Nica telling her they need to meet as soon as possible.

The next day, Nica gets back to them and they bring Alice over to the cabin, needless to say, it's a tearful reunion for both Alice and Nica. Andy and the kids obviously agree to Alice staying with them instantly and she ends up living at the cabin too and attends the same school as the other teens once again using her real name.

It turns out all the other kids get along great with Alice (especially Lexy since they bond over having shitty mothers and Devon through thier love of reasearch and the general fact that Devon is the most chilled of the kids) and Alice loves having so many people around since she had always wanted cousins or siblings. The twins also adore her and are very protective of her, calling her their little sister. Basically, Alice fits into the family instantly and Nica is overjoyed to have her niece back and to know she's safe.

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #final family au #final family #alice pierce #nica pierce #andy barclay #mike norris #karen barclay #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #junior wheeler #devon evans #glen ray tilly #glenda ray tilly #jake wheeler #lexy cross #caroline cross #nadine chucky #kyle simpson

[webbiigaiil]

Continued from HERE ( @deweydewdrop )

With everything going on in Dewey’s life recently, it was no surprise that he had no clue that Webby was dealing with her own problems in the meantime. Perhaps dumping his love life tea on her now wasn’t the best timing, but he felt it was important to keep her in the loop! Webby had seemed to be in a good mood anyway, which made it feel like now was a good time to tell her, but Dewey watched as Webby’s expression sort of faltered. He didn’t blame her — he didn’t have the best track record with secrets lately, but luckily this was one that Webby didn’t have to get caught in the middle in. This was just Dewey telling his sibling about his crush, simple as that (even if the crush situation wasn’t so simple).

Although the two had been ready to head to the kitchen for junk food, Webby stopped in place as she waited for Dewey to explain. He gave her a nervous smile. “Well.. I’ve kinda been talking to someone .. Like, the coolest, most beautiful girl ever,” he was quick to admit, his nervous smile growing to a genuine one as he began talking about Tiffany. “But it’s not serious, I’ve just got a fat crush on her,” he quickly added with a sigh. It felt good to get that out in the open, even if it didn’t uncomplicate anything for him. “… But she’s got a boyfriend,” he continued, “and her boyfriend is friends with Louie, so ..” he shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna tell Louie, but I thought maybe seeing your reaction first might help me prepare for his..” His nervous smile returned, trying to read Webby’s expression. “Thoughts?”

-

It probably wasn’t a good thing that Webby felt the need to brace herself for whatever Dewey wanted to tell her instead of already being excited over it. But there just wasn’t a good track in him starting off by telling her how neither of his brothers knew about this yet. Even when he also said that he will tell them, it was the fact of how long will it be before he does that has her the most worried because if the blonde had to be honest, holding onto another important secret wasn’t something she thought she could do right now. That said, Webby wasn’t about to ask Dewey not to tell her what it was because if it was important to him to tell her, then at the same time she would want to hear what it was. Even if the secrecy of it all might end up driving her crazy in the end.

“Huh?!” At his admission of how he was talking to someone, Webby only stared at him in confusion, not getting why this had to be a secret in the first place when this wasn’t the first time Dewey’s met someone, he was interested in. But it wasn’t until he elaborated on how he had a big fat crush on a girl who had a boyfriend and how the two were friends with Louie, was when she realized why Dewey considered this as a secret. “Uh…” Unsure on what to say, Webby only stared back at him as she let his words sink in. “Congrats?” She then said, as how does one say anything in response to that. So, the girl already had a boyfriend, but Dewey really liked her? “Are you planning on fighting for her or something since she’s dating someone else right now? Or are you going to wait and see if the two break uuuppp? I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you want me to say about this.” 

#( i've been stuck in the mansion for so long; and i'm trying really hard to be normal : interactions ) #( c: dewey ) #new thread cuz the other one was old and won't let me edit it! #dewey2

[taffytm]

@fluggedup (continued from here):

Today had been a day like no other, where Randy had to force himself to become comfortable in the body of another person. His friend's brother, and apparently, Tiffany's friend. Randy had no idea that Tiffany and Dewey were friends, which wouldn't have been that weird normally... but between the bracelet in Dewey's room and the heart eye emojis next to her name in his phone, Randy couldn't help but be suspicious. Lucky for him, this weird day gave him the opportunity to find out the truth for himself. He'd confront it without her even knowing. His girlfriend seemed to be in an extra good mood today, which he wasn't sure was a good or bad thing. Was it because he wasn't around all day? It was actually refreshing though, seeing her not annoyed at him and genuinely smiling, to the point that he couldn't even be bothered about it. Instead, he tried being extra friendly to her as Dewey, testing the waters to see how she'd respond. It was hard to tell what the vibe was, especially since he'd never actually seen Tiff and Dewey hang out in the past. He smiled as she denied flirting, sort-of relieved but also planning to keep pushing a little bit, just to make sure. "Friendly? Well, I can be friendly too," he replied, smile still present. He wasn't even sure what to do, normally not so awkward as himself, but he wasn't himself. He didn't know what to do with his hands, unsure of how to be natural around his girlfriend when she thought he was someone else. Maybe he should put them in a different environment, something almost date-like. "Uhh .. Wanna get some fro-yo? I've kinda had a sweet tooth all day."

After waking up with a terrible hangover, Randy’s mood had changed remarkably fast, bouncing back way quicker than Tiff was used to seeing. He’d surprised her by wanting to spend the whole day together and he’d been so uncharacteristically doting and excitable that it was a breath of fresh air compared to the state of decline their relationship had been in for longer than they cared to admit to themselves or others. It was hard to deny now—and maybe they truly hadn’t even seen it at first because they’d been together so long and the issues were too deep-seated—but for a long time they’d been acting like the tension, jealousy, arguments and growing resentment between them were totally normal and acceptable in a relationship.

Dewey was someone who had been challenging that status quo lately, making Tiffany question what it was that she deserved from a partner, what she wanted, and whether those needs were being met with her current boyfriend. It wasn’t him saying anything along those lines directly to her, but just the way he treated her that made her feel so different from Randy. By the time he messaged her to meet up today, she had actually been feeling more content than she had in a while with Randy, but he’d had to go meet a friend himself, so they planned to get back together later and Tiff was free to hang out with Dewey for a bit.

Of course she knew he was interested in her, but he was turning up the direct flirtation even more than usual, pushing the boundaries of what was justifiable banter between two friends before she’d actually have to put her foot down and remind him that she was taken. If Tiffany was truly honest with herself, deep down she didn’t want to reject Dewey. She wanted to keep this—whatever this light, fun thing was between them—going for as long as possible, despite being with Randy at the end of the day…It was selfish, but she wasn’t ready to leave him yet, wasn’t one hundred percent sure beyond a doubt that it was the only option, and today of all days had proven that with how happy Randy had been making her so far. Even if Dewey was something special on his own.

“Mm, I could go for some fro-yo,” she agreed, deciding not to address his comment about how he could be friendly too. She wasn’t sure whether or not that meant he was going to ramp up the flirting he seemed to think she was guilty of, but his tone certainly suggested it. Subtlety wasn’t really in his nature. “Do you wanna go to the same place as last time or try something new?”

#ic #randy #randy3

[cult-of-dollbabies]

Can you tell me more about your season 2 rewrite?

Mmmaybe a little! I should explain basics ig

so for the quick rundown scarface or prime stowed away on the truck, after being resurrected and fixed up by Tiffany. The plan was only to ambush the driver and take the truck but when the driver turned out to be Andy (Tiffany did try to prevent them from finding this out bc she knew theyd go batshit but oh well) the other dolls tried to kill him leading him to drive off a cliff leaving him unconscious yadda yadda Prime hadn't realized it was Andy until after the crash (he is mostly blind), he couldn't pass up this opportunity and split his soul to Andy, deciding this 'chucky' (nicknamed Colonel) should be in charge of the others while Prime made plans, gave orders, and organized targets, with some help from Colonel.

after sending a scout to the school and not hearing from him for a while they decided to send another chucky to see what was going on and to locate targets. Prime opted being the assassin himself because he thought the others weren't as put together or focused and would get distracted, he gave Colonel 'permission' to put down chuckies that seemed out of line but had not anticipated the.. massacre he would go on

#sorry this isnt longer i want to include details in other posts.. but you get the idea #i will scream forever nicachucky was not the first ty very much #technically #Colonel andy is very unstable and it concerns Prime quite a bit #s2 cult edition #asks #thx for dropping by ^^ #chucky spoilers

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

Season one gave us this idea that Tiffany has her shit together for the most part, that she truly has always been the smart one and the only reason any plan was succeeding.

Season 2 though is immediately pulling back the curtain and showing that Tiffany is drowning. As Nica pointed out Tiffany has blown through all of Jennifer’s money, Tiffany doesn’t know how to act and I doubt she knows much about Jennifer as a person.

I would say that her saving grace is that the events of Seed were so traumatic that Jennifer’s friends and family would probably obviously notice the change in her personality but chalk it up as being due to what she went through.

Tiffany seems to be drowning herself in alcohol, the delusion that she truly is a famous actress, now she is fixated on the twins Birthday and aside from that she fixates on her faux romance with Nica who Tiffany knows deep down hates her.

Tiffany is off the deep end and it makes me think of Bride when she didn’t want Chucky’s help getting herself back into a human body only for him to point out she really does need his assist since she knew nothing about soul transfers. Then last season her saying Chucky needed her for his plan to work at all which was also true.

I think Chucky and Tiffany need each other, not as soulmates but because alone they typically fuck up tremendously and right now both are placing blame on each other for shit not working out despite them fucking up perfectly fine on their own.

As for who put the doll head in Tiffany’s bed….I would say the obvious that it is one of the Chucky’s from the truck, but it could also be from Andy. Now the other question is…Did Andy get possessed by a Chucky or is Andy just saying fuck it and going after Tiff while he tries to figure out how to get Chucky out of Nica?

#chucky

[ineedtopopmyzit]

This year’s Halloween was such a good day for me. I love Halloween every year but maybe it’s the fact that last Halloween was kind of a letdown, mostly because I didn’t go anywhere for it…. I never plan on doing anything in advance but maybe I should always plan for Halloween from now on. If I had my own place I think I would totally host Halloween parties every year and wanna be known for a kickass Halloween party. But also I can’t stand to clean up after people.

Well this year I got invited to a Halloween party. And I decided to go because I was feeling really down from the whole situation with nollid. My costume didn’t come in by then which was a bummer because this year I decided to be chucky’s bride Tiffany. And my costume on Halloween day was so perfect. So I really wish I wore that for the party but sucks that I didn’t plan ahead. I think maybe I was too wrapped up with nollid all summer. I needed a little kick in the head to remind myself that it’s still I and not we. Like I am a badass bitch with vibrancy, wit, class and style. I don’t need to be clumped with a man who is just getting over a breakup! I am so above that! So yeah I had a lot of fun at the party. More than I expected but that’s usually when I have fun anyway. I really enjoyed meeting my friend’s new friends. I was really happy for her that she had all these really awesome people in her life. She really deserves all the love and I’m glad that even when I can’t show up for her at times there are people in her life who do. It was also really nice to hear that they liked me too. A lot of them complimented me a lot and it made me feel really welcomed and special. One of them in particular kept saying how cool she thinks I was. And it made me feel really good cus I thought the same of her! It felt like a positive girl support. Then on the day before Halloween I was crying really hard about what happened with nollid and my gut kept telling me to just call him. So I did. And we were able to talk it out. And I really felt grateful to have him in my life to be able to talk about things like that and be resolved. He really does care for me and really thinks about me. And even if he may not want a relationship with me, I am really grateful that he treats me so well. My cup always feels full when I hang out with him. I have such a great time. And when I don’t, it’s not because of him, it’s cus I’m usually moody or I do sometimes overlook how much he does for me. Like on Halloween for example, he was already out by the parking waiting for me to pull up without me saying anything. Idk how long he had been waiting for me but he was standing there. And that warmed my heart. Then he said he dressed up for Halloween just so that I am not alone in dressing up. When I called him, the first thing he asked was if I was crying. And mind you, I was doing everything I can to not sound like I was in desperation. Also he said he knew something was off and he had been reading his own messages before I had called him and he rewrote 4 times a message that says that I can call him if I’m not feeling well. So a week ago, I was thinking about how much I would like to go see willow and as I was driving, I saw a sign!! It said she was performing on Halloween day so I told him about it and he immediately bought tickets. Didn’t even hesitate. And even though there were times where I wanted to call it off going with him cus of what happened, I am glad we went together cus we had a lot of fun hanging out! Also the concert was so freakin good. She gave me chills all night and I loved every single song she sang. It’s so weird cus every time I hang out with him I see number 2 a lot or 22. He bought tickets on 22 of October year 2022. Willow turned 22 on Halloween.

Another thing I wanna mention is concerning the whole “do I like him” so after feeling like I got rejected, I just wanna make sure that I looked really good. Also I wanted to see if I would have feelings if I saw him in person. When I did see him, I didn’t get butterfly feelings or ohhh he’s so cute feeling. Sometimes I do feel like alcohol does make me feel “in love” so I was really relieved to know I didn’t have feelings for him like that. But on the other hand, he kept telling me how good I looked. He said that even if people don’t know who I was dressed up as, they’ll just think that I’m a really sexy goth girl. Also after we parted ways, he messaged me and said how good I looked. Also how good I looked in the photo that we took together. Sometimes these things do make me feel good but at the same time it makes me kinda sad that people do treat me different when I really try vs when I don’t wear makeup. Like why is it that friends on social media just has more acceptance for me when I wear a ton of makeup and I look good? It’s like they appreciate being my friend or like that they have hot people as friends. It’s kinda fucked but at the same time I do feel blessed cus even when I don’t look “hot” all the time at least if I try, I can get there. Anyway, it made me appreciate my other friends who don’t focus so much on my looks. Nonetheless, my goal was to look really hot and I did feel validated. So I can cancel my future dates with guys now lol cus that’s all I really wanted haha.

[emerald-chaos]

Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

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Episode Review: ‘Together Again’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 3)

Airdate: May 20, 2021

Story by: Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, Christina Catucci, Jesse Moynihan, Adam Muto

Storyboarded by: Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, Iggy Craig, Maya Petersen, Serena Wu

Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

Across Adventure Time’s ten season run, the show explored a bevy of “mature” themes and story ideas—topics, like love, sexuality, depression, and grieving. The show also touched upon death, but the emphasis was usually placed on the emotional toll of a loved one dying, not really what happens when you die. We knew there were Dead Worlds and Death. We knew that there was reincarnation. But how does it all fit together? What does it mean? How does it work?

With “Together Again,” we finally have many of the answers.

This special opens with a marvelous fake-out episode simply called “Finn & Jake,” that sees the two steal a magical cartoon of 50-flavor ice cream before rescuing Turtle Princess and LSP from the clutches of the villainous Ice King. This is all deliberately anachronistic and over the top. Ice King is back to his season one ways, Finn has both arms, and he is still wielding his golden sword that he lost in season two’s “The Real You.” There’s lolrandom dialogue and silly monsters; it’s like a parody of seasons 1-2. But then, this adventure starts to get all wonky, and in time Finn realizes that he is in a some sort of trance or illusion: one that ends with Jake being buried in the ground. Suddenly, Finn awakens from his reverie. He’s an old man. And he’s dead. We’re then presented with a new title card that lets us know the episode is actually called “Finn & Jake Are Dead.”

Holy Glob! They actually went there.

Turns out Jake died years before Finn, so naturally Finn is super excited to see his best bud. But something’s wrong—he cannot find Jake!! They planned to spend eternity together. But all that Finn can find is his very own psychopomp, Mr. Fox (voiced by Tom Herpich, whose purposefully stilted line readings are the epitome of delightful). Finn rightfully assumes that Jake is in a different Dead World, and so, being the ball of spunk and energy that he is, he demands to meet with Death, only to discover that there’s a New Death in town (voiced by Chris Fleming). The episode eventually explains that New Death was the son of Death and Life, and after New Death killed his father, he became the sovereign of the afterlife. New Death hates his job and decides to just blow up all the Dead Worlds so he doesn’t have to deal with it all. (I won’t get too much into the details here, because there would be a lot of story to parse out.)

Finn soon learns that Jake has reached nirvana in the 50th Dead World, where there is nothing but peace and serenity. Finn nevertheless tracks down Jake, pulls him from paradise, but in doing so, accidentally lets New Death in, who promptly obliterates Elysium, sending all the enlightened souls—including those from different levels of the afterlife—to the 1st Dead World. This gronks up the afterlife, temporarily halting the reincarnation process.

Well, Finn and Jake are rightfully ticked, and so they haunt the material plane looking for Princess Bubblegum. She’s not home (more on that later), but Peppermint Butler is! After Ghost Finn and Ghost Jake explain the situation, Peppermint Butler tells them what to do: They need to find Life and explain the situation. The duo manage just that, and Life is rightfully angry that her kid has stopped the transmigration of souls. After Life gives Finn a McGuffin sword that can hurt Death, Finn and Jake return to his abode. A brawl ensues wherein we learn that New Death has been possessed… by none other than that spirit of the Lich.

That’s right, it’s the Lich! He’s back, and boy is he evil.

The Lich explains that by possessing Death, he can destroy the afterlife, thereby destroying a key aspect of reality. Naturally, Finn and Jake are not cool with this, and they engage in combat. After Mr. Fox grabs the McGuffin sword and uses it to annihilate the Lich and New Death, he is proclaimed the New New Death and sets everything right. Finn is slated to be reincarnated, and Jake is slated to return to the 50th Dead World where he and Finn will one day be reunited. As Finn is pulled into the wheel of souls, Jake suddenly decides to go back with Finn, too, “Just for fun.” The episode ends with a card letting us know that the episode is neither called “Finn & Jake” nor “Finn & Jake Are Dead.” Instead, it is “Finn and Jake Are Together Again.”

As they say, “And there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.”

If you were to tell me several years ago that the last episode to star Finn and Jake would revolve around them dying, I think I would’ve been upset. Not simply sad, but rather frustrated because “they all died” can feel like a cheap ending. But with “Together Again,” it all works. And a large reason that it works is because the show goes all in with their ideas. Finn and Jake don’t magically leap back into their old life (no, no, they very much do bite the dust). Instead, the special emphasizes the cyclical nature of life through the transmigration of souls. The episode ends with a beautiful scene of Finn and Jake, bound together as soul-brothers, being reborn into a new, mysterious (possibly Ooo 1000+?) world. It’s both aesthetically and emotionally pleasing; it doesn’t feel off the way over finales might. This is right. This is the way life works. “Round and round as nature goes,” and all that jazz.

I loved the series explanation of how death works. It seems that souls land in a specific Dead World, where they ‘marinate’ for a bit, presumably being rewarded or punished based on their life in our meat reality. After a time, they are then reborn. This process repeats, with each soul reaching higher and higher levels of enlightenment until they hit nirvana, which is the 50th Dead World. So in a sense, Adventure Time has a roughly Buddhist cosmology with a dash of Greco-Roman mythos thrown in for flavor. (As to what happens after a soul stays in the 50th Dead World for a long period is anyone’s guess, but I’d speculate that when all the souls in the multiverse have been purified and land in the 50th Dead World, they will all collapse into one another and form one perfect Monad. Perhaps this is the sphere of perfection that the beings who merged into Matthew thought they were connecting to? Who knows! It’s anyone’s guess!) I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see who Death, Prismo, Life, etc.’s boss was, but perhaps that’s a mystery better left up to the imagination!

One minor thing that I loved about this special was the number of characters who made cameos as well as all the callbacks that were made to previous episodes. Regarding the former: Finn and Jake’s canine family show up (including the oft-forgotten Jermaine!), as do Tree Trunks and her myriad husbands. Tiffany plays a major role in all these shenanigans as a “death cop” of all things. There is a delightful rogues gallery stuck in the 1st Dead World (including, among others, Maja, Sharon from “The Gut Grinder,” and Wyatt). In the 50th we find Ghost Princess and Clarence happily at peace next to Booshy, the weird spirit mentioned in the Pen Ward classic “High Strangeness.” As far as callbacks go, perhaps my favorite is the clap (from “James Baxter the Horse”) that Jake taught to Finn in case they ever do get separated in the afterlife. And of course, there are myriad references made to “Death in Bloom,” the episode that planted the seed for what this would grow into.

Going into the special suspecting that it would involve Death, I was curious how they were going to handle Miguel Ferrer’s character. (In case a reader is not aware, Ferrer played Death in episodes like “Death in Bloom” and “Betty,” but he sadly passed away a few years ago). The producers’ choice to feature him in a non-speaking cameo—despite playing a relatively significant role in the story—was wise; I’m not sure if I can articulate the exact reasons, but something about his role felt appropriate and not gross, as some post-mortem memorials can be. Speaking of which, the wonderful, lovely Polly Lou Livingston was featured for the last time in this episode as Tree Trunks, happily in heaven with her literal harem of husbands. It was funny, it really was, and I’m sure that Polly Lou would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing it on screen. (Also, this is a pro-Tree Trunks safe space. Any Tree Trunks haters will be chucked into the 1st Dead World with Wyatt.)

The biggest mystery in this whole thing, for me at least, is the question of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. Several years ago, I wrote an essay about what could’ve happened to them in the Ooo 1000+ universe. I speculated that they peaced out and left Ooo behind. In this special, neither Bubblegum nor Marceline are to be found in the Candy Kingdom—Peppermint Butler seems to be the one in charge, given that he is now wearing Bubblegum’s crown. Likewise, the duo aren’t anywhere in the Dead Worlds either. Maybe the two of them skipped town and got a duplex in the Nightosphere? Who knows… I just want my favorite gals to be OK!

All things considered, “Together Again” was a marvel: An episode that managed to feel like a series finale even more than “Come Along with Me” already did without taking away from the series itself. An episode that managed to make the idea of dying funny. An episode that brought back the Lich in a way that wasn’t forced. An episode that made Mr. Fox the New New Death. An episode that gave us a beautiful ending to Finn and Jake’s story… as well as the beautiful beginning to a new one. I said it on Twitter, and I’ll say it again here: “Together Again” was the end of a sentence in a book with infinite pages. Truly, the fun will never end.

Mushroom War evidence: Everything takes place in the Dead Worlds, so not really. Perhaps a more eagle-eyed viewer can inform us...

Final Grade: That’s right, I’m gonna do it...

Post-script, I actually messaged Jesse Moynihan to ask about his writing credit. He told me that it was for an unused story idea that he had developed. I’m not certain, but I’ll bet it was a part of the cancelled TV movie they were trying to make during season 5, since that would’ve seen Finn and Orgalorg journey to the various Dead Worlds.

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[marvelous-imagines]

Imagine Johnny that the reader is Johnny's girlfriend and is a typical Nerd who loves to read comic books and is addicted to games and her friends end up making fun of her

considering I'm a huge nerd YES AND DONE LOVE!

Johnny Lawrence x reader

Warnings: mild language. Slight angst. Fluff!

You couldn't help the wide excited smile that bloomed on your face, pure joy engulfing you warmly as you looked into the full length mirror, taking in your new shirt. The bold lettering that read captain America along with the majestic figure himself in his signature stance with the American flag blowing around behind him as he held his glorious shield. The shirt was art, beautiful and truly a masterpiece... And it's yours, thanks to your boyfriend.

"johnny I love it!" you exclaimed happily, turning back to look at the blond, his grin wide as he watched you while leaned against the wall of your bedroom.

"I thought you would, when I saw it through the store window I knew it was something you'd want" he shrugs cooly, "although you're lucky no one saw me in the nerdy store full of losers" he jokes while pushing off the wall and walking over to you, placing his hands on your waist.

"now johnny... Are you calling me a loser?" you ask him, eye's locking on his baby blues.

"not you, you're my beautiful little nerd" he leans down so his face is closer to yours. You smirk and quickly peck him on the lips before pulling away from him and looking back at the shirt.

"thanks for the shirt Johnny, I love it!" you say ecstatic. Johnny let's out a chuckle and swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

"I think I deserve a kiss for my good deeds" he spoke while nuzzling his face into your neck. His breath tickling the skin there which causes you to giggle.

"if I gave you a kiss Lawrence you would definitely turn it into a 14 minute make out session and I have 3 minutes to arrive at Tiffany's house before I'm late" you placed your hands over his that was resting on your hips. He groans as he looks at you through the mirror.

"do you have to go to Tiffany's?" he questioned with a pout, and when he gave you the puppy eye's you almost wanted to bail out on your plans so you could stay with your boyfriend.

"yes, I promised I'd help her do birthday planning for her younger sister, then after we've planned shopping" you say reluctantly pulling away from Johnny's warm strong arms. He whines and nods in understanding.

"okay, I'll call you tonight babe" he said while walking to your bedroom door, "love ya y/n" he was his last words before he left. You smile fondly at where he once stood before grabbing your shoes and heading out the door as well.

You giggled loudly at your two friends Rebecca and Tiffany, while you all was seated on Tiffany's sofa while planning her younger sisters upcoming birthday party. You three had been laughing and joking around, talking more about boys then planning the actual party.

"last weekend me and Tommy went on our third date" Rebecca said with a smile. Tiffany let's a teasing grin spread across her face as she focuses her attention on the red head seated in between you both.

"oh, what happened on this date?" Tiffany wiggled her eyebrows in suggestive manner. You roll your eyes at your friend and smack her shoulder playfully.

"like I'd ever tell you anything tattle tale" Rebecca snorts, picking up the notebook full of ideas for the birthday and jotting something down before tossing it back on the table.

"oh c'mon, isn't Tommy apart of that badass karate thingy? He's a total badass!"

"my boyfriend knows karate too Tiffany" you decide to join the conversation with a little smile, just the thought of Johnny making your heart skip a beat.

Tiffany scoffs, shaking her head. "y/n sweetie we're talking about actual guys, not some comic book guys you have a crush" you lift a brow at her harsh tone. Of course your friends wasn't fond of comics as much as you was. They often teased you for liking comics, calling you childish and nerdy. But they was still your friends and you suffered through the constant teasing and insults.

"she's actually dating Johnny Lawrence, that cute blond boy you drool over at school" Rebecca spoke up as you just simply grabbed the notebook and jot down some ideas for Tiffany.

That seemed to make her choke on air nearly as she had wide eye's. "he's dating her?! The nerdy, quite little -

"what's so bad about being nerdy?" you cut her off angrily as you tossed the notebook aside and crossed your arms. Starting to feel offended by her this time.

"it's lame, all the comic books, the stupid dolls you collect - even that stupid shirt! It's childish y/n. You need to grow up" Tiffany spat out harshly, leaving you feeling a wave of hurt weigh down on you. What if she was right?

"it's not childish -

You tried to explain but she cuts you off with a laugh, "and all you do is play stupid video games, you spend more time in comic stores and arcades then hanging out with actual people" she laughed, Rebecca stifling a laugh beside you which has you feeling even worse. You thought they was your friends...they didn't understand just how amazing comics was, they was a escape, a slice of peace from chaos every once in a while. And video games was fun, a nice way to relax after a long day.

"you guys just don't get it... The two things are awesome" you grumbled quietly.

"awesome? You're a nerd y/n, I don't even see why Johnny would date you" her and Rebecca laughed loudly as you feel tears start to build up in your eye's. You stand up and storm out of the door, your tears you tried holding back escaping.

It was nearly 15 minutes later when you arrived home, laying on your bed and taking in what your friends said. Why would Johnny date you? You was a nerd, you loved superheroes and video games. Your friends was right... You was childish, you sat up and take your captain america shirt off and slip on a plain t-shirt and lay back down. Johnny was a total badass and deserved someone better then you, someone who he was most likely ashamed of being seen with.

As you laid in your bubble of self loathing a knock on your bedroom door disturbs you. "go away!" you said loudly while you swing a arm over your eye's while you laid on your back.

"geez you sound so happy to see me" the familier sound of your boyfriend said, "it's Johnny, i left my wallet in you're room I think, I can't find anywhere else..." he spoke from the other side of the door.

You sigh and stay in your position, "come in" the sound of the door opening then closing was the only thing heard, soon followed by Johnny's voice once more.

"why aren't you wearing the shirt I got you?" he asks while picking it up off the floor and sitting on the edge of your bed, "what's wrong?" you slowly move your arm off your eyes and look at him. He instantly saw the sadness swimming in your eye's.

"do you think I'm childish?" you ask him quietly, slowly sitting up in bed and looking at him. He gives you a confused look before shaking his head.

"no, why would I?" he says while playing with the shirt in his hands, his eyes roaming your face trying to understand what's wrong.

"because I'm a nerd... I'm a loser Johnny, I don't even know why you're dating someone like me" you said with growing irritation at yourself. Johnny placed the shirt on the bed at gives you a stern look.

"I'm with you because I love y/n. I love everything about you, I love you for you" johnny said while scooting closer to you and placing his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him, his eyes holding nothing but truth, "what even made you think like this?" he murmured. You let out a deep breath while leaning into his touch.

"Tiffany and Rebecca" you muttered while looking away from his gorgeous blue eyes. He sighs and scoops you up in his arms and placing you in his lap, you was surprised by the abrupt movement but soon melt into his loving arms that was wrapped around your waist.

"if they were guys and kick their ass's for making you even think for a moment that you're a loser" he said causing you to giggle a little. But he continues with a serious look, "you're not a loser, you're cool and I love that you like video games and comics... It shows that you have a fun a personality and not a boring one like Tiffany and Rebecca's" he placed a kiss on your nose, you giggle at him and lay your head on his shoulder.

"I love you Johnny, you're the absolute best" you muttered while closing your eyes and basking in his loving embrace.

"I love you too y/n, every little detail" he muttered back, running his hand up and down your back. You truly did love Johnny, no one in the world could make you as happy as him, even when you felt down....

A/n: it's short as usual and shity, even I know that bruh😭 but here it is, I wrote it while suffering through a party (I have really bad anxiety and hate crowds so I write while standing in a corner to prevent panic attacks)

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"Betrayed" *Chapter 3*

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 4

Alright guys I know, I'll get back to WF but I've pretty much planned this entire thing out in my head already SO-- y'know, it has to be done.

Plus, I really love it. I hope you guys do too.

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“Oh my god, are you insane?!”

“I wasn’t thinking, okay?” You threw your hands up and took the fifth shot of vodka since you had sat down and started recalling your night to Tiffany.

“I should’ve gone with you,” Tiff chastised herself. “I knew you weren’t going to be able to not…be you,”

“I’m such a moron,” You whined as you placed your forehead into the table.

“So then what happened after everyone left?” She pressed you.

“I don’t know, I blacked out for a lot of it I’m pretty sure,” You put your hands to your temples.

“The gist,”

“I told him I was coming back here and if he wanted to join, he could,” You made an innocent face at her.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening babe,”

“Yeah I get it, okay?” You sighed.

“No no no,” She rubbed your back. “Not because…well, alright yeah you were pretty much a hot mess, but um– you’ve got bigger problems now,” She pointed behind the bar.

You looked towards where Tiffany was pointing, a large, screened TV behind the bar. And right in the middle of the huge plasma screen was your face.

“Oh god…” you muttered.

“Hey, can you unmute that?” Tiffany tapped the bartender on the shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You hissed while hitting her.

“.... Just who is this woman? Richard Wheatley seemed to claim her as ‘his’. Whether that means a girlfriend, a wife, or a lover is yet to be seen. One thing is for sure though, she has very passionate feelings for Mr. Wheatley,”

Cut to you talking to Carisi.

“..I’m just a supporter of actual justice, and poor men like Mr. Wheatley here,”

“Oh COME ON!!!” You exclaimed louder than you intended to. “They totally cut off the part where I said I wasn’t ANYBODY’S!!!!”

“Wow, are you really fucking that psychopath?” A drunk girl looked over at you.

“NO!!” You screeched back, causing her and her friends to roll their eyes and gossip about you.

“Oh my god…” You went into your purse and started pulling out cash. You slapped a 20-dollar bill on the bar and started to walk away. “Keep the change”

“Where are you going?” Tiffany gathered her own stuff and tried to keep up with you as you stomped out of the bar and around the corner.

“We can’t stay in there!” You explained as you kept walking. “Everyone in that bar now thinks I’m Richard Wheatley’s WHORE!!!”

“Yeah…” Tiffany pushed her hair back from her face in the rough New York wind. “But we can’t just–”

“Miss Reynolds!” A male voice interrupted her as you both turned to where it had come from.

There was Rafael Barba doing what you could only describe as a “jog skip” to catch up to the two of you. He was panting by the time he reached you and Tiffany.

“You alright there, grandpa?” Tiffany snickered. You slapped her and gave her a dirty look, making her quickly stop.

“Funny,” He finally caught his breath and straightened his suit to recall some dignity.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home to sulk,” You crossed your arms.

“I was,” He replied while pulling his phone out of his suit pocket. “But then I saw this shit show,” He revealed his screen which had the same news blurb playing that you had just seen in the bar.

“Oh my god…” You whimpered quietly. He must really hate you right now.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” His kind thought knocked you from your mental spiral.

“What?” You blinked at him in confusion.

“Are you alright?” He repeated the concern. “I mean I know how it feels firsthand when the media–”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you, counselor?” You cut him off with a laugh.

“I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Your whole ‘white knight syndrome’ thing you’ve got going,” You explained.

“I have no idea what you’re–”

“I literally JUST humiliated you in front of your ‘friends’ and colleagues. I caused a ruckus in open court and got myself on the 11 o'clock news. You were just foaming at the mouth about all of it, and yet you ride on in here on your steed to make sure I’m okay?” You gestured your arms around wildly while you explained how insane it was.

“Oh Okay, so because I’m a decent human being I must have a God complex,” He rolled his eyes.

“I mean, you said it–” Tiff snickered.

“I don’t need your protection, Mr. Barba,” You smirked, throwing his previous words back in his face.

“Rafael,” He insisted on the two of you being on a first name basis for this argument.

“Alright fine, Rafael,” You rolled your eyes. “I really don’t–”

“We can’t do this here,” He put one hand up while the other texted on his phone.

“Excuse me?” You now furrowed your eyebrows.

“Get in,” He instructed as a black town car pulled up.

“EXCUSE me?” You repeated, looking at him as if he was deranged.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to wait on them and see if they give you a better offer?” Rafael nodded towards the mob of reporters and camera crews heading towards the bar. The bartender must have tipped them off.

“Shit,” You muttered before getting in the car behind Rafael. You noticed Tiffany wasn’t getting in, just holding the door.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed.

“Girl I’m getting secondhand embarrassment from just being near the two of you,” She half smirked. “I’m not about to be a third wheel,”

“Third wheel?!” You exclaimed angrily, trying to not let Rafael in on the conversation. “So, you’re just going to let me ride away in a stranger’s car?”

“You and I both know he is hardly a stranger to you, Y/N,” She gave you an even bigger smirk with a wink.

“Have fun! Call me tomorrow, I want every detail,” She winked. And with that, she slammed the door and started walking away to call her own Lyft.

“Oh my god…” You mouthed silently while staring bug eyed at her as the car drove off into the night.

After a moment of trying to grasp what was unfolding in front of you, you looked over at Rafael who had a small smirk of his own.

“Third wheel?” He asked, the smirk still staring at you in the face. Shit. Had he heard that entire conversation?

“You know this isn’t disproving my ‘white knight syndrome’ theory, Rafael,” You gestured around the car, hoping to change the subject.

“I think the words you are looking for are ‘Thank you Rafael for saving me from a mob of reporters who would have ripped me to shreds. You’re clearly a very chivalrous man,’” He corrected you.

“...With the biggest God complex I’ve ever seen,” You finished for him with a smirk of your own.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in love with me or something?” He immediately retorted. “Yet you can’t give me a simple thank you?”

“I didn’t–!” Your words caught in your throat as a million thoughts raced to be the first out of your mouth. Suddenly you realized you were driving around a part of New York City you hadn’t seen before.

“This isn’t anywhere near where I live,” You tried once again changing the subject.

“I know, it’s where I live,” He gave you a wink.

“You’re…” You gulped. “You’re taking me to your place?”

“Is that bad? Should I be worried about you having my home address?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Ha ha,” You made a snarky face. “No, I just–”

“Whoa there, don’t get any ideas Miss Reynolds,” He immediately started remembering a million reasons why this would look bad.

“I simply wanted to talk, no…ulterior motives,” He gave you a very serious look.

“.... Okay?” You asked in total confusion. Was he being serious?

“I just didn’t want you to get your hopes up,” He explained.

“Wow,” You let out a sarcastic laugh. “You are so much more–”

“What?” He cut you off. “Charming? Suave?”

“Cocky,” You smirked.

“I’m sorry, were you not the one who followed me to a bar?” He asked you.

“I didn’t follow–”

“After showing up to a trial for the pure reason of seeing me?” He asked with a smug smile.

“Hey!” You snapped. “Like I told Olivia, I went because I knew–”

“I’d be there,” He finished your sentence with a tongue-in-cheek smile.

“Oh my god,” You couldn’t help but laugh at his arrogance. It would be so fucking annoying if it wasn’t so fucking true.

“Fine,” You conceded. “Yes, you caught me. I’m a crazy ass stalker Rafael, and you’ve just led me right to your home. You fool!” You cackle maniacally like a cartoon villain.

“Oh no,” He feigned concern. “Guess it’s time to move again,”

You both chuckled to yourselves just as the car pulled up to a brownstone. Rafael got out on the street side and ran around the back to open the door for you.

“Alright, I’ll give you the chivalrous point,” You remarked.

After exiting the car Rafael shut it behind you and waved the driver on before turning and walking up the steps of the brownstone. You followed as he unlocked the door and graciously welcomed you to enter first.

This was it. You were in Rafael Barba’s apartment. Alone. For REAL. You had to keep your composure; God forbid if he knew he was actually spot on about you being his ultimate fan girl.

“Inner screaming, I presume?” He smirked at your starry-eyed gaze around the living room.

“What?” You quickly switched off the giddiness and played it cool. “No, don’t be stupid,”

“Oh, I’m stupid now?” He chortled as he walked to his kitchen to fetch some wine. “I’ll add it to the list,”

“Did you actually bring me here to talk, or were you afraid I would shut you down if you made the first move?”

“Oh, trust me,” He poured you a glass and then his own before circling back around the bar, inches from your face. You could smell the cologne in his beard, it took everything you had in you to not take a huge whiff.

“If I made a move, you’d know it,” he said very softly before taking a step back and sipping his wine with a cheeky grin.

“Also,” He added. “We both know you’d never shut me down,”

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You cleared your throat and turned away from him to hide your blushing.

“Well, I want to understand you,” He walked into his living room where you followed behind him.

“Understand me?” You took a seat on the couch next to Rafael, but not too close.

“It’s not every day you meet someone who’s obsessed with you,” He continued to tease you with his Cheshire cat smile while scooting closer to you.

“I’m not obsessed–” You started to deny it, but he gave you a look. “It’s not an obsession. It’s an…admiration,”

“Admiration,” He nodded as if he was mulling over the clarification. “So, explain your…admiration, of me,”

“Explain it?” You almost spit your wine out at the statement. “You brought me here to explain to you why I’m obsess– admiral, of you?”

“I don’t think that’s a word, but yes,” He smirked.

“Jesus,” You shook your head. “Could you be any fuller of yourself?”

“Well, it’s really hard not to be when you have a fan,” He chuckled to himself.

“I am NOT a–” You jumped over that word like a cat.

“So, what would you call a person…. enamored, with someone they’ve never met? That they’ve only seen ‘perform’?” He asked you with a sly grin.

“...Shit,” You whispered to yourself as you gulped down the rest of your wine. You really couldn’t argue with that.

“So, what did Richard offer you?” You were half gone, but you were still a master of evasion.

“Hmm?” He hummed as he refilled your glasses. You could see by the rosy red of his cheeks he was getting quite toasty himself.

“Richard Wheatley,” You repeated as you took a stage sip. You weren’t about to get ‘messy drunk’ around the man you had been in love with for years, especially in his apartment.

“You told him there ‘wasn’t enough money in the world’,” You reminded him.

“Oh that,” He nodded and stood while remembering the question. “He wanted me to be his lawyer on retain,”

“Like his personal lawyer? Full time?” You dipped your pinkie in your wine glass and swirled it while he continued to sip his glass.

“Mmmhmm,” He nodded with an aggravated noise of disapproval while looking out his window as he recalled the question. Like he would defend that monster 24/7.

“Well why did you say no?” You asked him, causing him to turn to face you.

“Excuse me?” He asked in a shocked tone.

“Well I’m not totally up to date on Richard Wheatley, but I assume he’s like, stupid rich yeah?” You asked casually.

“Richard Wheatley is a MONSTER,” Rafael suddenly raised his voice and roughly slammed his wine glass down.

You immediately recoiled, the flirty smile that had found a home across your face quickly disappointed into a shocked and slightly fearful pout. Rafael immediately regretted his outburst and your reaction; he ran through his hair and then his beard anxiously as he walked away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He tripped over words now, clearly rattled. “That man just–”

“Tried to kill Olivia,” You finished for him, causing an even more shocked expression than your own across his face.

“They couldn’t prove that,” He replied flatly.

Then he made his way back into his kitchen where he promptly poured the rest of his wine down the sink. No more drinking for him tonight, he was losing control. And he needed control around you.

“But you think he did,” You weren’t letting it go, even if he was trying to dismiss it by fleeing the conversation.

“Why would I defend a man I thought killed my best friend?!” He gestured towards him and the outside.

“Your best–?” You stifled a laugh. “Are you serious? Your best friend?”

“We’re not doing this,” Rafael huffed as he walked back into his living room. He regretted that outburst so badly he’d sell his soul to turn back time at the moment.

“No, I want to hear you say it,” You followed him. You sure as hell weren’t about to let something like that go. “Is…is that why she got so angry at you?”

“I think it’s time you left,” Rafael started to call you an Uber but you put your hand over his phone in his hand.

“She said you ‘betrayed’ her,” You were now thinking out loud. You had just assumed that Olivia had been guilting a former co-worker after he ‘switched sides’. But you now realized it was way deeper than that.

“I did,” He said softly, unable to look at you. It broke your heart to see him still so sad, so broken over…her.

“No,” You tipped his chin up to look at you.

You tried your damndest to ignore the tears lining his eyes; if he fell apart, you would sure as hell never be able to keep up the tough act.

“I don’t–” You tried to find words that wouldn’t totally offend him now that you knew the full scope of the situation.

“Look whatever your deal is with Olivia, or her deal with you, that doesn’t make what you did for Wheatley wrong,”

“Yes, I know but–”

“And why the fuck is she your best friend?!” You cut him off angrily.

The alcohol in you was winning as it fueled your rage, making you think of just how much you hated her, and loved Rafael. And the fact that he loved her…even if it was platonically, was infuriating.

“Alright, well I don’t think that’s–”

“What? Relevant? Important?” You interrupted him.

“Why are you getting angry at me now?” Rafael now felt defensive for himself. Who the hell were you to start yelling at him?

“Because you–”

“Why are you acting like I’ve offended you?” He bit back. “I have no reason to feel guilty for being friends with Olivia just because you hate her,”

“You know what, you’re right,” You nodded as you went to grab your coat, refusing to start crying in front of him.

“You have no loyalty to me. No responsibility. No reason to spare my feelings–”

“Spare your feelings?” He half laughed. “Now I’ve hurt your feelings by being friends with Olivia?”

“I’d say you’re hardly friends now,” You half laughed back, throwing the argument back in his face.

“.... Right,” Rafael nodded, backing off and lowering his voice. You clearly hit a nerve; and while it did absolutely enrage you at the fact that it did, you still hated to see him hurt.

“Rafael I’m sorry–” You tried to apologize.

“I need you to leave,” He turned away from you. “I’ve called you a car, it’ll be outside in five minutes,”

“No Rafael look I’m really–” You tried again.

“Just go, please,” He begged, still refusing to look at you.

“...Okay,” You said softly before turning around and walking out the door into the night air.

What were you going to do now?

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Pairing: Negan x Younger Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warnings: Language Era: Pre- Apocalypse Summary: Falling for your dad’s friend, you do everything in your power to make him yours, only problem being you’re far to young for him.... for now! A/N: thank you @jinxeee​ for trusting me with this request and for being my MUSE <3 I hope you love it just as much as I loved writing it <3 ITS IN TWO PARTS BECAUSE I GOT FAR TOO ENGROSSED WITH THIS! 

You hated your parents stupid parties they insisted on throwing almost every month, you’d watch as your mother would scramble around the house like headless chickens making sure everything was perfect. Your father would keep himself busy with trips to the store to get whatever food or drinks were on his list. There was only one thing that made the night worth making small talk with your parents, co-workers and friends, Negan, oh god even his name sent your stomach into a whirl. Negan had been friends with your dad for a while now and became a regular face at your home, it was almost love at first sight for you, the way he held himself with so much confidence and talked to you like an adult. You’d find yourself thinking about him during class, when you’re out with your friends... hell you’d even dream about him.

Your parents didn’t realise that you’d actually put effort into your appearance now, they probably just thought it was some teenage hormone thing. You stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching your mum run over the wooden flooring with the vacuum for the 5th time today. Your thumbs pulled at the hem of your skirt, hoping your parents wouldn’t notice how high it rested on your thighs. They weren't, of course, far too occupied with the lay out of party food on the counter of the kitchen. Your mum however did comment on how nice your hair looked curled and how you should do it more often. You listened to the same lecture they gave you every time someone was coming over, how to behave and all that patronising crap.

As people came spilling in, you knew not to get your hopes up just yet, Negan was always the last one to swagger through the door so you just sat on the sofa, twirling one of your curls between your fingers. Without warning, a large hand grabbed a hold of your shoulder, your eyes immediately finding who the hand belonged to. The butterflies in your stomach became more and more aware of the gaze that sat on you. “Hey kid! Shouldn’t you be asleep... isn’t it a school night” your eyes rolled at his teasing words but on the inside you became instantly weak at the tone of his voice.

“I'm not a kid!” you retorted pulling yourself up from the sofa. You followed the man into the kitchen presumably looking for your dad. You managed to get ahead of him, your walk changing almost instantly attempting your best sexy walk but to any onlooker it was just plain awkward. You peered around at him, catching his confused gaze which only made your teen heart throb much more aggressively. “What? You don’t like my outfit?” the teasing tone of your voice made the older man shudder a little as he reached the counter, placing down a bottle of gin he brought along with him. You leaned against the counter directly opposite him, your fingers finding your curls again, your lip taking the brunt of your teeth as you naturally eyed up the tall man.

Negan kept his eye on you, watching your actions with caution as he unscrewed the lid from the bottle. Once his mind had come to a conclusion as to what you were playing at, his muscles relaxed and he allowed a chuckle pass his lips.” What are you doing kid?” His question made you stand up straight almost immediately, catching you completely off guard. “You wanna be some sort of jail bait for one of these losers?” his words felt like daggers going straight through your heart.

“No!” you snapped at the man, pulling at your tight shirt attempting to become a little more modest. He gave you an unsure nod before he met you on your side of the counter island.

“Look, i'm a flattered kid but erm – you not exactly my type” you couldn’t bear to look up at him, the embarrassment was far too much for you to deal with right now “You’re just a kid, far too young for me!” Though he was teasing, he couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. He remembered how strongly girls loved at that age and he couldn’t bear the thought of having to break your heart like this but it had to be done.

You didn’t speak a word to anyone else that night, you took yourself to your room and cried yourself to sleep, well that was the plan anyway but you couldn’t. The rage wouldn't allow it. If he wanted a mature girl, you’d give it to him. You spent most of the night throwing things out of your closet that seemed too adolescent for ‘grown ups’ and watching videos on how to do your makeup to make you look more mature. You had approximately two weeks to get your act together until you saw him again at your dad’s big birthday barbeque.

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You spent the last two weeks changing almost everything about yourself, all for this day. You sat in your garden watching over the brim of one of the books you stole from your mum, Women are from Venus Men are from Mars. You had no idea what it was about nor did you care to find out, it was all part of your plan to prove to Negan you were in fact a woman. Everyone was in their own little circles talking over cold beers and almost burnt hot dogs, your gaze looking through each and everyone of them before settling at the large gate that allowed access to your garden. You saw it move ever so slightly, causing your heart to stop for a moment... There he was, looking as irresistible as ever, time seemed to slow down as he made his way in allowing you to take in every inch of him. Time came rushing back as soon as you saw his perfectly sculpted hand pulling something in with him. A girl.

Your book dropped from your face, allowing the fluster of red that gathered in your cheeks to show. Who the hell was she!? Why is she here and why the hell is she hanging off his arm like some cheap bracelet. Despite wanting to, you just couldn’t look away as she flaunted her win over you, your breathing became uneven without you even noticing. Negan looked for you in the crowd of people and once he saw you, all flustered and angry he shot you an innocent smile accompanied with a wave to be sure he got your attention. He made you watch as he pulled the women he had dragged in, into a hug. What the fuck was he playing at.

You couldn’t move from your spot, you thought everyone was pointing and laughing at you for even thinking your plan would work. It could have but you never got the chance to try it, not now that miss big tit’s, blonde hair was here. Granted no one was actually even looking your way at all and it wasn’t like you had a ‘I heart Negan’ shirt on but still the situation was far too embarrassing for you to even try to socialise right now. You buried your head in your hands, attempting to cover up your crimson cheeks.

“Y/N, Come here!” The ringing of your dad’s words caused you to groan before you reluctantly pushed yourself away from the deck chair and dragged yourself to his side.

“Y/N, This is Jennifer... Negan’s girlfriend.” Finally you had a name for the bitch, you plastered the best fake smile you could possibly muster at this moment and held out your hand for her to shake, she did of course.

“So nice to meet you, Tiffany!” you smiled, your hand gripping hers a little tighter than you initially planned.

“it’s Jennifer” she finally pulled away making you feel like you already had the upper hand

“Whatever” at the sound of your cheery tone you felt your dad’s arm nudge you slightly, your eyes rolling underneath your sunglasses.

The night was going fine, all things considered. Negan continued to wrap his arms around Jennifer whenever you even looked in his direction but you decided to go the grown up route about it and simply avoid him. The sun had set and the air was getting pretty cool, a few of your fathers friends had already left. Laying back in the swing chair that occupied the back porch, you let your thoughts occupy your mind. Why was he even doing this? Did he really think that getting a girlfriend would prove some sort of point? Like getting Jennifer would prove some sort of point? Your thoughts couldn’t get away with you too much because at that point you were brought back to your dull reality at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your eyes circled the area before they settled on the exact man you were just thinking about. He stood tall over you, a sinister smirk occupying his face. You snapped up as soon as your thoughts caught up with you, sitting straight now on the chair though at the velocity of your movements, it made it swing slightly.

“What’s wrong, where’s Tiffany?” your question only caused his smirk to grow as you allowed your head to hang slightly.

“Jennifer and she’s waiting at the door for me. We’re heading home” his voice was so deep it sent vibrations through your body. Allowing your gaze to finally meet with him. “Just saying bye!” a small laugh left his lips before you stood up.

“Bye” you answered simply before pushing past the man.

“What, not gonna say bye to Jen?” you stopped dead in your tracks, your face starting to flush again and your hands slightly shaking, taking a moment to process your actions. Finally you turned to him, mimicking his smirk.

“Oh so you did all this to make me jealous?” you teased, stepping a little closer to him. The power you felt as you watched his expression go blank. “You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble, Negan... really!” Finally standing so close to him, you could feel his body heat against your cheeks. Standing up on your tiptoes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug allowing your lips to rest against his ear. “You can have me whenever you want” you whispered as seductively as you possibly could, ignoring the swirling of butterflies that swam around your stomach. You couldn’t soak up the feeling of his body against yours for long as he pushed you away as gently as he could. His hands landed on your hips, as he came to your level.

“Never gonna happen kid!” You’ve heard it before but it still stung, not giving you any time to react, the older man made his way past you and out of sight.

Every holiday or party after that he would bring a new Tiffany to the house, flaunting her in front of you at every chance he got but you never backed down, you did everything you could possibly think of to degrade her in front of everyone and at the end of every night you’d hold onto him a little bit too long like a lioness marking her prey. Nothing prepared you for his last minute appearance at Christmas though! Strolling in, in that stupid Santa hat and that stupid bimbo. The audacity of him to ruin my Christmas like that, to corner me like that! What made it worse was the gift he got you, a fucking Barbie. You made some quick retort about how you were too old for Barbie’s and how Tiffany would probably enjoy it more, he’d correct you on her name like usual but the boxed doll was a constant reminder of how he managed to get under your skin every single time

Part Two 

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