#and I like to think Bonnie would know herself well enough by that point to know she’d be a horrible bridezilla

[sickgraymeat]

I think she’s a romantic. I know this scene seems like a huge counterpoint to that lolll but really! I think she’s a romantic who’s also very pragmatic and private about her feelings and personal life, and who’s not very good at romance lmao. She loves ceremony. Like 75% of her career is essentially “making the toys kiss” in both a metaphorical and an almost-literal sense. Getting Hambo back was a grand romantic gesture!! She’s always embarrassed by it / shy about it when it’s personal but who isn’t lol

#adventure time #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #bubbline #candy kingdom #this isn’t that deep I don’t know man #she doesn’t get romance but she wants to #which sometimes makes her mad so she acts super not romantic lol #I think there’s so much grand romantic shit buried in that lil gum brain she’s just so stubborn #(I do mean romantic in the romantic partner relationship way but also in others which are more prominent bc she shows them more bc #they require less vulnerability) #jus talkin #like it makes her genuinely happy to do shit like this #I still don’t think they’d want a wedding tho #it seems like there are no legal benefits to marriage in this society #and I like to think Bonnie would know herself well enough by that point to know she’d be a horrible bridezilla #bc it’s like what she does for work and it would be so stressful lol #plus the anxiety of having emotions in front of ppl #maybe they’d have a Nightosphere wedding tho ajjdnsnd #or like elope and BMO is the justice of the peace lol #*wait no Shelby!

[arthenaa]

blurred lines — mizu x f!reader

synopsis: your relationship with your roommate often threads the lines between friends and of something more.

content: fluff, suggestive themes, modern! au, roommate!mizu one jumping off a cliff joke mentioned, taigen, ringo, and akemi being great friends, mizu uses she/her pronouns, she/her pronouns for reader as well, mizu and you call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, mizu is ur bf but not rlly your bf yk, mutual pining

song will be later mentioned in the story but listen to it while you're reading <3

It isn't to anyone's surprise that more often than not, people mistake you and Mizu as a couple. It's gotten bad to the point that it's already counted as an inside joke in your little group of five.

Taigen was the main culprit of the joke (as usual). He often lets his tongue run loose in the most random of situations. Whatever piques his interest, he always has something to say about it. You're not sure if it's because of Taigen's natural person magnet trait but surely, you think this is somehow his fault.

"I just want to say how adorable of a couple you two are!" A person from your year—someone you had met in passing during your Ethics class for sure—gushed as she sat down on the empty seat in front of you. You stare at her, mouth slightly agape in shock at the sudden intrusion, Akemi chortles from her seat while Mizu's starting to look like she's about to commit homicide. It was currently your free period, hoping for a time to relax and wait for your next class, you sure weren't expecting to be bombarded by a series of questions about your love life. You're hoping that both of your unwelcomed stares would drive this person away, but the gal continues off on a tangent. "Not to be like—a real gossipy person, but like, I heard from Sanchez that you guys were dating, and I had my suspicions back then during Ethics class but I just HAD to confirm it, y'know?"

You lock eyes with Akemi seated beside the girl as she hides her grin behind her drink. You're so going to wipe that smile off her face soon.

"I'm pretty sure that's none of your business," Mizu deadpans as she stares at her under her tinted glasses. She taps her index finger on the surface of the table, a telltale sign of her impatience. The girl remains oblivious.

"Oh, come on! We were groupmates last semester! I'm pretty sure we're already close enough to know stuff like this," She sends the both of you a wink to which you wince as Mizu stiffens beside you. You're sure it was taking a real toll on her to prevent her from committing a felony and so you've decided to step up.

"I-I'm sorry," You give her a sheepish smile, hand raised to provide a calm reassurance of not being hostile. "I'm sure you mean well and everything but we're really tired. Whatever you're thinking, it's a no."

You give her your best award-winning smile with the hopes that she'll leave you both alone. You see her slightly pull back, finally reading the room but she pauses at the last second as Mizu wraps an arm around your waist. You're not sure why the girl gives you a cheeky grin as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder but your resolve is soon starting to waver if she doesn't get her ass off your table.

"Alright, whatever you say," She coos, eyes squinting playfully as she gathers herself off your booth. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you around!"

The three of you watch as she makes her way out of the shop before your shoulders release the tension you've both been holding over the past few minutes. Akemi chuckles at your expressions

"Oh my god, If you hadn't done that I would've gone off the rails," Mizu groans as she rests her head on the table.

"You should've, to be honest, might make this whole debacle a lot more interesting than whatever you have with Y/N," Akemi snickers from her seat as Mizu sends her a glare. "Funniest thing I've seen all semester. Keep it up."

"You're full of shit," Mizu grumbles from her seat. Akemi flashes her her middle finger. You roll your eyes at their banter.

"I don't get what's the big deal," You cross your arms over your chest. "I mean people do the things me and Mizu do all the time."

Akemi gives you a blank stare. "I mean this in the best possible way but if I didn't love you and you said that to me, I would actually slap your face."

"I can slap your face for free, right now."

"Not now, Mizu," You nudged her knee in retaliation as the blue-eyed girl grumbled in response. "Also, bullshit. That's unfair."

Akemi rolls her eyes before slamming her drink down on the table. "That's unfair? You two are basically me and Taigen if Taigen grew the balls to actually court me instead of parading his biceps like a damn himbo. That honestly felt like I'd lost 20 years of my life. She's at your beck and call and even fucking ditches our hangouts just because you had a little cold. That's what's unfair."

You stare at her with furrowed eyebrows as she huffs and takes an angry sip of her drink. You slowly nod, trying to get a sense of her reasoning. Well, you and Mizu had developed a natural sense of service-giving to each other. After all, your deep friendship was only a resort of living together. Wouldn't anyone be that considerate to their best friends?

"I swear to God," Akemi places a hand in front of her mouth as she looks between the two of you. Mizu had already tuned her out, opting to hug you close by the waist and leaning her head on your shoulder as she took the time to rest. "I'm so close to throwing myself off the cliff figuratively and it's both of your fault."

You roll your eyes at her, crumpling a tissue paper before throwing it towards her. The gal dodges it with ease before scrunching her nose.

"You're overreacting."

"Sure," Akemi squints her eyes. "Whatever fits your story."

You're not sure when it started but somehow Akemi's words started to get to you. You knew, for sure, (you think?) that she was just bluffing. Your relationship with Mizu was yours and yours alone, anything between the two of you must be kept between the two of you only. It wasn't as if the comments of other people had affected you—you often tend to brush them off, treating some of them as either praises of your close bond or jokes due to their easygoing nature. You're not sure if it's because of Akemi's short-tempered personality that you've started to notice things too.

"Here," Mizu's voice startles you out of your focus. You turn your head to see the raven-haired gal, hair down and cozy in a black hoodie and sweatpants. You had been studying and getting things done at your uni's library as finals were nearing. The desk at your dorm and the familiarity of your room seemed to mess up with your productivity and so you decided to change venues. Mizu, being the good-hearted angel that she is, drops a cup of coffee beside you and a bag of your favorite food. She then tucks her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.

You look up at her with a pout, eyes softened. "You didn't have to."

Mizu pats your head before gingerly pulling the seat next to you. She sits down and leans her head on her arm perched on the table. "It's the least I could do. You're working hard."

You smile at her praise, glancing at the worksheets sprawled on your table. It wouldn't hurt to take a break, no?

Mizu gives you a raise of an eyebrow as you turn your body towards her, copying her form. Your lips pull into a small smile as you reach out to brush her loose locks. "It's way past your curfew. You should've just slept."

Mizu snorts. "You say that like I'm a child."

You reach out to pinch her cheek causing her to swat your hand away. Letting out a few giggles as she scrunches her nose at you. You would've continued to act normal afterward, there was nothing to freak out over but then Mizu started staring at you with that gaze of hers. Usually, you would either jokingly stare back or playfully ignore her but somehow this time, you're suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. You let out a cough as you turn back toward your worksheets, unable to handle the intensity of her gaze.

Not sure if she noticed it or what, you make quick haste to get back on track with your studying. About 15 minutes in, you hear shifting beside you. Thinking that it's her cue to go, you turn toward her with curiosity but then your chair moves swiftly to her side. You let out a yelp as she moves your chair with one arm, closer toward her.

"Mizu—!" You squeak at the sudden movement as she lets out a few chuckles at your reaction. Soon enough, a deep flush bursts across your cheeks due to the sudden proximity. She's faced toward you, legs spread to accommodate your figure, and her other arm perched on the back of your chair.

You feel your heart speed up as she leans close and smiles. "Get back to studying, Bonnie."

You obediently follow her orders as you lower your head to get back to answering the worksheets in front of you. You hear Mizu chuckle beside you as you willed yourself to continue writing and ignore her very existence.

Heart? Speed up? What the fuck?

There's a moment of reprieve before you feel the sudden thump of Mizu's head against your shoulder.

"What's up?" You hum gingerly, your free hand moving up to gently pet her head. Mizu shifts her body close, the arm at the back of your chair pulling your shoulder and body to her.

"Do you want Italian or Chinese?" She asks out of the blue, eyes watching you write down equations and numerical formulas on your paper. Your heart softens as you feel her other hand envelope over your stomach, pulling you into a side hug.

There weren't many people around the library at this time of the night besides the occasional suffering computer science major seated at the far end of the library and the librarian herself. Mizu allows herself to be vulnerable within your care. You eye your worksheets, debating finishing them or giving your cute roommate dozing off on your shoulder attention.

Nah, fuck it.

You gently close your notes before cupping Mizu's cheek, softly pulling her up from your shoulder.

"Hm?" Mizu hums as she slowly blinks at you, face leaning towards your touch as you cup her face gingerly within your palms. You give her a soft smile, thumbs running softly across her cheeks.

"Ordering takeout might be a bit too much right now," You quietly whisper to her, eyes crinkling playfully. She lets out a few chuckles at your response. "Although, I recall having a waffle mixture back at our dorm and we still have your dad's waffle maker. What do you say?"

Her gaze darts over you face before she pulls away from your touch. You look at her curious as she scoots to the edge of her seat before pulling you into a hug. The raven-haired girl burrows her face on your neck, letting a loud sigh of relief as she encased you in her arms.

"Alright," She mumbles on the collar of your shirt, breath tickling your neck. You flush at her proximity, opting to rest your head gently against hers. Just as the two of you would continue to bask in each other's presence, a cough alerts the two of you to pull away.

Your eyes dart toward the culprit as the librarian raises her eyebrow toward the both of you.

"You can take your couple date elsewhere if you both have nothing better to do here." The old lady deadpans, fanning herself with her foldable fan. The both of you stare as she gives you one last judgmental look before walking away. Mizu wordlessly helps you pack up your stuff, leaving the library with you trailing behind with your ears flushed red.

"Listen," Taigen takes a deep breath before continuing. "We're only choosing your dorm because Akemi has their annual dorm parties, Our kitchen broke so Ringo can't cook, and we know Mizu is a loaded motherfucker, alright? It's absolutely not because we want to see your icky mundane domestic life."

Mizu leans against the doorframe, staring Taigen down as he finishes his piece. You, on the other hand, can only smile from your spot behind Mizu. It had been your scheduled movie night with friends and originally, it was Ringo and Taigen's turn to host but due to unfortunate circumstances, the duty of hosting befell on your shoulders again. Albeit, a bit rushed this time.

Akemi rolls her eyes beside Taigen before stepping up towards the doorway and pushing her way through Mizu's defense (Mizu let her in, she didn't do anything wrong). Ringo smiles gleefully from his spot beside Taigen before sliding his way inside and pulling you in a hug (again, Mizu let him in, he's the only person who can actually cook).

"Y/N!" Your tall bubbly-bear looking friend cheers as he swings you back and forth in his hug. You giggle as you return the gesture, slightly pulling away and patting his cheeks. Ringo grins. "I missed you!"

You playfully roll your eyes at him. "Oh come on Ringo, I saw you last week."

"Too long!" Ringo whines as he rests his head on top of yours. Your heart warms at Ringo's affections. Your dear friend was a walking talking incarnation of a life-sized teddy bear. The two of you continue to giggle at each other's presence, not noticing the pair of blue eyes trained on you.

"Oi, Ring," Mizu calls out from her position by the doorway, eyes pulled into a glare. Ringo stiffens beside you at her tone. You could only blink your eyes at her with a curious gaze. "Get your ass in the kitchen."

"On it!" Ringo makes no haste and eventually bolts to your dorm's kitchen. You place your hand on your hips as you stare at her with a raised eyebrow. Mizu only looks away before catching a sneaking Taigen trying to move his way inside. The raven-haired girl slams her hand on the doorframe preventing Taigen from entering.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mizu asks with a threatening glare. Her eyes squint as you watch Taigen sweatdrop.

"C'mon, man! I just want to fucking watch Ryan Gosling, can you let me in?!" Taigen whines, stomping his foot. Mizu's face stays blank, hand clutching the doorframe. Taigen resorts to plan B and looks up at you from his spot with the most disturbing try of puppy eyes. "Y/N, please I'll treat you all the fucking bobas you want just please pull your war freak of a wife away from me."

You chuckle as he clasps his hands together, ignoring Mizu's pointed glare. You knew that Mizu would let him in either way. After all Mizu says, and you quote, "It's like leaving a fucking dog outside with all that yapping."

Finally deciding to help Taigen, your eyes gaze at Mizu's back with a smile. "Bon, c'mon leave him be."

There's a pause of silence before Mizu eases up on the doorway and eventually side steps. Taigen lets out a noise of victory before making quick steps toward you and places a kiss on the side of your temple.

"This is why you're my favorite," Taigen crinkles his eyes playfully. You roll your eyes, slapping his arm.

"You said that to Akemi 3 days ago."

"The past is past, what matters is the pre—"

A loud smack on the head propels Taigen forward causing your eyes to widen. You turn to Mizu who looks at him with disgust.

"I let you in and you still yap like a dog. Do you want me to kick you out again?" Mizu stands next to you with a menacing glare. You watch in amusement as Taigen frowns, rubbing the back of his head.

"Goddamn, just fucking marry this emotionally constipated motherfucker please so that I may find peace," Taigen makes a pointed look towards you. "I hate that I'm always at the receiving end of your punches when Y/N doesn't give you a bit of her atten—AGH!"

You let out a few giggles as you watched Mizu try and kick him away from where the two of you were standing. The poor man cowers behind Akemi who elbows him off her figure as she tries to browse through you and Mizu's shared Netflix account.

Your eyes glance toward Mizu who grumbles under her breath before turning towards you.

"Never let him in our dorm ever again please." Mizu deadpans prompting soft laughs from your lips. You then watch as Mizu walks toward you, eyes squinting at the side of your temple before grabbing your face with one hand—cheeks smushed.

"Mijuuuu," You whine as she tilts your head to the side. You notice her gaze on where Taigen kissed you. Your eyebrows furrowed as Mizu reached you with the sleeve of her hoodie pulled over her fingers. She then makes harsh wiping movements on your temple causing you to groan.

"Ow." You sob playfully as she finishes her ministrations. Mizu then turns your head towards her, the corners of her lips slightly upturned as she squishes your face within her grasp.

"Cute." She mumbles before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. Your heart thumps against your chest—eyes wide as a deep flush rises to your ears. Whether Mizu noticed it or not, she only pulled away and walked over to where Akemi and Taigen were—both too busy fighting each other for the remote (Akemi wants horror but Taigen insists on a Ryan Gosling marathon).

You stand still in the hallway, breath hitching as you try to calm yourself down.

Unfair.

There's a nagging thought at the back of your head that you think that you might've been a little bit too lenient with Mizu.

Your friendship and current situation as roommates didn't start off in a good footing. Having met Ringo and Mizu during freshman orientation, you had no choice but to stick close to them due to the unfamiliar environment. Ringo welcomed you with open arms while Mizu didn't care if you joined or not. Apparently, she didn't really care about Ringo or you.

It was safe to say that your first impression of your roommate with her ever-perpetual stone-cold glare had not been the best. After all, she had ignored you most of the time and tended to stray away from your group of three.

It was during that time that she had issues with her current roommate who always tried to bring people in as a one-night stand that the two of you decided on common ground.

You were out that night, going on a quick walk break from midterms when you saw Mizu complaining at the front desk. Still considering her your friend albeit a bit hesitant due to her off-putting nature, you hear Mizu complain to the landlord. You overheard her issues with her roommate and decided to offer your space up as your previous roommate had shifted courses, was transferred to a farther building, and therefore had to move to a closer dormitory. She seemed awkward but grateful enough to accept your offer.

Then things are where they are now. After knowing and living with each other for at least 2 years now, your closeness with Mizu didn't really bother you. It was nice being comfortable enough to just be authentic in front of somebody without the fear of getting judged. Mizu tends to be quite direct with her words and doesn't like to bluff around. That's what you kind of love and hate about her.

Love because she's upfront—what you see is what you get. She gives you thoughtful advice, the most rational between the two of you, mature and level headed enough to tell you the truth when nobody else would. Hate because sometimes she's too direct. Direct about your mistakes and wrongdoings but also direct about what she feels.

Like this instance.

"Mizu?" Your feet cladded socks thump loudly against the wooden floor, waddling your way toward your roommate who is busy mopping the living room.

"Yeah?" She calls out, hair tied in her usual bun as she continues to clean. She hears you enter the area, turning towards you with her hand outstretched. "Careful. Floor's wet."

"Yeah, yeah." You grab her hand, watching as she puts the mop away to the side. Finally having her undivided attention, you swing your hands back and forth as you come to say what you went for in the first place. "So y'know how Akemi got her internship at that company she really worked hard for?"

"Mmh."

"Then she was offered like a position right?"

"Mmh."

"So like, as a reward for her great performance, she got tickets for us to watch Laufey next week."

Mizu's eyebrows raised in recognition. "Really?"

You nod your head with enthusiasm, smile brimming from ear to ear. Mizu's eyes softened as she lets you continue.

"So I was wondering," You bite your bottom lip as your hand shifts to wrap around her index finger—still swaying it back and forth. "Can you help me find an outfit, please?"

Mizu hums as you peer at her with an excited grin. The raven-haired woman glances at her unfinished work before sighing.

"I suppose cleaning can wait." She responds before getting pulled in a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you!" You make careful tiptoes around her work as you walk back to your room.

It takes Mizu about 7 minutes to finally reach your room with a soft knock on your door. You tell her to come in as she gently opens the door to walk inside.

"Options?" Mizu sighs in relief as she plops down on the bed. You tell her your options and Mizu nods for you to try them on.

It takes a while for both of you to decide—eventually having to stick with two dresses. Finally trying the last dress on, you twirl in front of the mirror, examining the way you look before meeting Mizu's eyes on the reflection.

"That's the one," Mizu says with a soft tone. There's something about the way she eyes you up and down with a gentle look in her eyes paired with the soft tone of her deep voice. You pause, turning around to see her on the edge of your bed, arms resting on her knees—hands interlocked with her body leaned forward. Those hues of blue peer up at you with half-lidded eyes. Your cheeks heat up.

She breathes a heavy breath before motioning for you to come over with a come hither motion of her fingers. "C'mere."

You make slow steps toward her form, a couple of inches away from each other. You look down at her as she eyes you up, an unreadable look on her face before she suddenly stands up from her seat. Suddenly you're reminded of Mizu's height, albeit only a couple of inches taller than you, you still had to crane your neck at a distance as close as you were now. Suddenly the air seemed thick and constricting.

There's a sudden tension filling the air as the two of you only look into each other's eyes. You find yourself unable to blink as you admire her features. A mix of handsome and pretty—a face you've seen countless times and yet still be in awe of.

Just as the moment had started, Mizu suddenly ends it with a flick on your forehead causing you to blink.

"Hey!" You whine at the sudden gesture, hands reaching up to touch the spot she flicked at. Mizu smirks, chuckling.

"You blinked, I won."

You scoff at her. "Unfair."

She then fixes the fabric of your dress, making sure that the pleats and the flow is positioned nicely. Then the next few words stun you.

"You look really beautiful, Y/N." She says with such a genuine tone that it leaves you speechless. Seeing your reaction she lets out a few laughs then pinches your cheek. You let out a chuckle at the sound of her laughter.

"Favorite Laufey song?" You tilt your head in curiosity as you look up at her with a smile. Mizu softly blinks with a gentle smile.

"Serendipity."

Your hands slam against the wooden surface of the desk inside the library's discussion room. Three pairs of eyes—one filled with curiosity, one with indifference, and one with annoyance. You breathe heavily as you lock eyes with each one.

"I think I like Mizu."

Suddenly Taigen stands up from his seat and applauds you—Ringo, ever the sweetheart he is, smiles at you and waves his arms for a little celebration dance.

"Congratulations, Sherlock," Taigen smiles sarcastically. "If I had to watch the two of you in an eternal battle of who's the most oblivious, I would already have a degree in Bachelor of No Communication, Major in being a pussy and a minor in having mommy issues."

Akemi gives him a disgusted glare. "Can you shut the fuck up or is being a yapper your honest profession?"

"Alright," Taigen raises his hands. "Chill."

Akemi rolls her eyes before looking at you with her lips upturned. "Happy that you're finally realizing it, hun."

You groan as run your palms over your face. "That's the problem!"

"Why's that a problem?" Ringo asks innocently. You pull yours hands down with a huff.

"It's Mizu."

"So?" Akemi raises an eyebrow.

"Mizu's my best friend," You whine. "I can't risk it when I don't know if she feels the same."

"Be fucking for real right now." Akemi deadpans as she crosses her arms over her chest. "The damn woman looks at you as if you've just given her the stars and the moon. Y'know know how much I envy that?"

Taigen nudges Akemi beside him with a pout. Akemi glances at him with a sigh. "I was just making a point. You'd have to be dumb stupid to not notice anything at all, Y/N."

You purse your lips as you sheepishly look at Akemi like a child being punished.

"You did, didn't you?" Akemi squints her eyes with a smile. "Precisely why I favor you over that emotional catastrophe of a woman. I suggest taking the chance. It's not every day that you find someone that's a complete fit for you."

Akemi gives you a soft smile. You purse your lips as Taigen gives you a thumbs up.

"You can do it, Y/N." Ringo smiles at you from his seat. "If there's anything I know about Mizu, it's that she cares for you a lot more than you think."

You nod, encouraged by your friends' advice and reassurance. While Mizu's someone you didn't want to lose, you'd rather take the risk on giving her the love she deserves rather than keeping it buried within you.

Finally, your resolve is built and strengthened. It's just Mizu, it should be alright.

To put things simply, it had been 3 weeks since your talk with Taigen, Akemi, and Ringo.

The three have tried their very best to allow you to confess but somehow Mizu always has something to do or something keeps ruining the moment. Confessing in a cafe? Suddenly a random NPC interrupts. In the library? Librarian follows you everywhere with that judgmental gaze of hers after your previous altercation. Campus garden? Mizu's getting called for org duties. Your own dorm? Mizu's asleep.

You're at your wit's ends and while you can tell that all of this isnt intentionally done, you can still feel the frustration.

It's this night where you reach your final straw.

You had just gotten home after a day of requirements, finals, and activities. Mizu's schedule was moved a bit earlier causing the two of you to be quite busy due to the gap in the dates for your finals. When you're free, Mizu's taking an exam. When Mizu's got nothing to do, you're working your ass off in the library.

The finals season has completely ended and you're walking home with a fleeting mind and relieved sigh.

As you make the turn toward your dormitory, you notice a familiar head of black crouched over the sidewalk. Your eyebrows furrowed as you see Mizu busy with whatever caught her attention. Just as you reach at least a meter away from her, you see a fluffy white cat perk its head behind Mizu's figure, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity as it mews at your figure.

"Huh?" You hear Mizu hum before turning to face you. A look recognition passes her eyes. "Oh. You're home."

You fall silent as you continue to watch her pet the cat. You hear its purrs as it leans its head to Mizu's touch.

"I cooked hotpot upstairs," Mizu says, eyes still looking at you. Her hair is down, only pinned back by her glasses worn over her head. That little frail bang escapes with ease from it as she looks down to see the cat on its back, paws demanding a belly rub. She's wearing the black sweater you gave her with its sleeves rolled up to her arms.

Fuck. Why does she look so—

"I can tell you're spent," Mizu softly smiles at you. There's a slight breeze that gently ruffles her hair. "You did so well, Bonnie."

Then it's as if something snapped within you and there's nothing that could stop you from unleashing the pent up frustration of not getting a moment with her.

"Oh my god," Your gaze is unwavering as you stare at her figure. She raises an eyebrow at your response. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

Mizu stops her ministrations with the cat, figure tensing as the light breeze of the wind fills in the void. Your heart thumps as you breathe heavily, watching any sort of reaction for her shocked face.

Then it is as if you could hear a pin drop then a change in the atmosphere. Mizu is flushed deep red, eyes blinking as she stares at you with mouth agape.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement.

"Huh?"

"I love you." You repeat taking a step closer to her crouched form. She furrows her eyebrows, blush spreading up to her ears. Oh?

"I-I don't—"

You grin as you crouch in front of her, eyes trained on her shy features. "I said I love you."

"Y/N." Mizu grumbles as she tries to glare at you.

"What?" You shrug, smile brimming from ear to ear. The emotions on her face are clear as she stammers and stutters in front of you.

"That's not fair." She grits her teeth.

"What's not fair?" You tilt your head in amusement.

"I wanted to say it first." She mumbles as she looks down at the cat purring between the two of you.

You let out a soft laugh at her whining.

"Well, I'll pretend I didn't say anything and that I just walked back from school," Mizu eyes you in confusion as you stand back up and run a few meters away from her—back from where you previously stood. You clear your throat as you straightened yourself up. "Oh my god! Finals is so hard, if only there's a hot tall masculine woman to declare their love for me."

You end with a dramatic touch of the back of your hand against your forehead. Mizu chuckles, shaking her head before standing to her full height. She reaches you with ease, lips turned to a smile as her hands make their way to cup your face.

"You're an idiot," She grumbles with affection before pulling you in a kiss. There's no time wasted as you kiss back, clutching the fabric of her sweater as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss.

You squeak as you feel her tongue intertwine with yours. You feel yourself get lightheaded, melting in her touch as your arms wrap around her neck while hers takes hold of your waist. She pulls you closer with no distance left to break you apart. You whine as you feel her bite on your bottom lip, gently pulling it before pulling away. Heavy breaths are what fills the space between your bodies, eyes still trained on swollen red lips while want and need courses through your veins.

She lets out a grunt as she dives to taste more of you, pecking your lips once, twice—thrice before finally breaking off.

There's a moment of silence before hushed giggles errupted between the two of you—Mizu swaying your bodies as you both bask in each other's presence.

Hushed whispers, sweet nothings, wide smiles, and stolen kisses are all that's seen between two idiots in love. Before you can further enjoy your moment with Mizu, a loud meow interrupts your moment. The two of you look down at the cat licking its paw as it stares up at you both.

It swishes its tail back and forth, tilting its head before stretching. You and Mizu look at each other with a smile.

"You up for another roommate? Might be severely in love with you too." You tease as the cat leans its body against Mizu. Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. You giggle.

"Oh, shut up."

a/n:

you: *sees mizu w a cat* marry me

mizu: ?

projecting ken tendencies in taigen mb. akemi is a mood tbh.

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[theeoriginals]

ok but what about werewolf!reader who is protective over tyler lockwood since mason died, and she's at senior prank night when klaus turns tyler. i imagine klaus being curious about her bc he hasn't seen or met her since she doesn't hang around elena & co. bc of what they did to mason. love u and thank you for blessing us with all these requests!!

i think i want you | klaus mikaelson

klaus mikaelson x reader (no y/n!)

author's notes; sorry this took a while!! holidays got the best of me and i've been so busy. i hope u like this!! go check out my klaus fic on wattpad for more content :) link on my masterlist

warnings; mentioned violence & death but nothing explicit. this is genuinely just a lot of fluff, and only a tiny bit of angst. I like writing klaus being straight up infatuated so enjoy

She’s heard of him. Klaus Mikaelson. Not only is he an Original, but he’s the worst of them. He’s a mystery, a myth of a man. The hybrid. The only one of his kind, and he’s trying to make more. He’s trying to become a god of his own making. He’s a terrifying beast, even in their world of monsters. He is the monster beneath your bed, he is the boogeyman that you see in the shadows of alleyways and glimpses out of the corner of your eye.

When she meets him for the first time, she expects something out of a fairytale, she supposes. It was unintentional, the image of him she had in her head, but she’s heard of this fabled man her whole life as a warning of what can happen if you grow lonely in this life. 

She figured if she ever met Klaus Mikaelson, it’d be the first and only time. There weren’t many stories based on people’s personal interactions with him for a reason. If he bothered to pay you a personal visit and not just send one of his cronies out to deal with you, it probably meant you wouldn’t be seeing another day. 

But instead of that, instead of meeting her demise at the hand of the infamous man for some offense she most likely didn’t even mean to do, she meets him in the high school gym in Mystic Falls, Virginia. 

She meets him, and he’s just a man. 

He’s a terrible man, no doubt, but just a man. She is perhaps wrongfully unafraid of him because of this. It most likely doesn’t bode well for her, because even though he looks just as human as the rest of them, she doesn’t doubt those stories about him are all real, and likely worse than the retellings. 

But she was raised with a pack that taught her to be unafraid in the face of death, and even though she doesn’t have that pack anymore because of men just like Klaus Mikaelson, she wants Tyler to know the security and safety of it just as she had. 

She does not flinch when he looks her way, and resists the urge to rip his head off of his shoulders when he snaps Tyler’s neck and puts Bonnie on a timer for finding a way to bring him back to life as a hybrid. 

She knows she can’t win a fight against him, so she doesn’t fight back, not even as he forces Tyler to drink the doppelgänger’s blood and turns him into a hybrid. A half-dead, half-wolf thing that her pack would likely call him an abomination for. It’s a very dark, comforting thought to her that they aren’t around to condemn Tyler to the ends of the earth for something that was entirely out of his control. 

She knows Tyler is frightened of her doing that, just by the way he looks at her. He learned from Mason and herself that there’s a sense of loyalty to their kind, and that vampires are an inherent enemy. Even his relationship with Caroline would be enough to get him shunned from most werewolf communities at this point. Though, even Mason himself didn’t take that into consideration considering his relationship with one of the doppelgängers. 

After everything is said and done that night, she takes Tyler home without saying a single word to Klaus. Anything she wants to say will get her killed, and Tyler needs her more than ever now, so she can’t get ahead of herself. 

Tyler sheds rare tears in the privacy of his home. He tells her he’s terrified right now because of the fact that a part of him is technically dead now, and that he’s never felt like a monster about being a werewolf until now. 

She does her best to comfort him, but it doesn’t help much. She doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now and they both know it. If the circumstances were any different, she’d probably think he was the new enemy. 

He falls asleep eventually and she leaves him be, heading to her temporary room in the Lockwood mansion. She falls asleep looking at the moon just outside her window, thinking about how she was just a little disappointed in the fact that Klaus Mikaelson is just a man. 

────── 

The next time she sees Klaus Mikaelson, it’s in the tea room in the Lockwood house. He somehow looks even more underwhelming in this place, despite its grandiosity. She doesn’t know why or when she’s going to stop feeling so disappointed in the fact that if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve walked past him on the street without even looking his way. 

He’s there for Tyler, she knows, but Carol’s playing her role of oblivious hostess, and now she’s left to entertain him while Carol goes and handles a small, mayoral emergency. 

Carol leaves them with a charming smile, winking her direction, and she ignores the older woman pointedly. 

“I don’t think I got your name the other night at the school,” Klaus says, tilting his head as he looks at her. “I’m not usually so rude, but the stakes were high and I ran out of patience. You know how it is.” 

She narrows her eyes, shaking her head a bit. “A thousand years old and you haven’t worked on your patience? Maybe your priorities are a little skewed,” 

Klaus’s eyes flash with danger, but she swears she sees amusement in the smirk that pulls at his lips. It sparks that flint inside of her that likes to push and push, just to see the breaking point. She’d tried to deny it, but it only takes the smallest moment for that desire to set its sights on Klaus Mikaelson, even though pushing him could mean death. Her curiosity was a fatal flaw in itself, she knows.

“My only goal in life has been to break this curse,” He says, leaning forward to sit the cup of tea Carol had brought him on the table in between them, the only obstacle stopping him from lunging for her and snapping her neck before she could even blink. She wonders if he’s even aware of all the ways he could kill her, just by looking at her in this mundane setting. She doesn’t know if she actually wants an answer to that, though. “And now I’ve done that. I think a thousand years of this has proven I have nothing but patience.” 

She hums, acknowledging the fact that he was right. She couldn’t imagine being in his shoes, waiting a thousand years to break a curse that kept you from being who you are. Even now, knowing that the Sun and the Moon curse was fabricated in order to help Klaus break the only curse– his curse– when it comes down to it, she can’t blame him for his insistence. 

But she thinks about Tyler and how frightened he was, and she can’t stop the annoyance that builds in her all over again, so any bit of understanding washes away like sand beneath the rising tides. 

She shrugs, unwilling to vocalize the depth of her understanding, as miniscule as it may be. “Still, choosing a hormonal teenage boy as your first hybrid probably wasn’t the smartest decision, wouldn’t you say?” 

Klaus narrows his eyes at her and she stubbornly sits still, unwavering beneath his prolonged, burning stare. “You’re protective of him. I understand why you wouldn’t like me. But I’ve just made him the strongest creature he could ever be. He won’t need you, or any other pack he might have been clinging to before this.” 

And this, she thinks, is the biggest indicator to why she’s not properly afraid of this man before her. It’s not just because he looks unfortunately normal, spare his admittedly beautiful face, or that he’s yet to truly focus any of his true capabilities of danger in her direction. It’s that, at the end of the day, Klaus Mikaelson is just as human as the rest of them are. Because no matter how long you live, or what kind of creature you are, everyone gets lonely. 

“On the contrary,” She says, blinking slowly as she scans his face. “Tyler needs me now more than ever. And any pack would be lucky to have him around. That’s the whole point of a pack. You know that you’re never alone, no matter what happens.” 

To a degree, she knows that’s a lie. There are plenty of packs out there that will banish Tyler and any other hybrid that is made in the coming months because of the rivalry between the creatures that the hybrids are made of. But she also knows that for every pack that will turn them away, there’s one that won’t. There’s always someone, even if it’s just one person, and she’s willing to be that person for Tyler, or for any other hybrid that goes through the loss of their pack. 

“It’s a shame you’ve never known what that’s like,” She says, leaning forward to set her own cup of tea down, a mirror of his actions a moment ago. “Unwavering loyalty and trust, and a sense of family that never goes away. You may think that Tyler has no one, but I will always be here for him, just as I was his uncle.” 

Something defensive passes through his face and he stands abruptly, making her tilt her head back to maintain eye contact with him. 

Klaus leans down into her space, and they glare at each other with a surprising amount of vitriol that neither one of them feels is even genuine. 

“You can cling to your idea of family all you want, but it won’t change the fact that Tyler isn’t just a werewolf anymore. And as much as you may want to deny it, you can’t help him anymore just like you couldn’t help his poor uncle,”

He stands upright again, looking at her almost accusingly. “But since it’s causing no harm to me, I suppose there’s no real reason to make you give up this desperate mission. I wish you the best of luck, dear, truly,” 

He doesn’t wait for a response from her before he leaves, and after her initial anger and embarrassment wears off, she realizes he never even talked to Tyler like she assumed he came here to do in the first place. 

────── 

Mystic Falls has never felt like a smaller town. She’s never run into someone so many times when all she wants to do is avoid them. 

It’s like all of the sudden, since that very first night she saw Klaus Mikaelson, he’s everywhere. He’s in Tyler’s house, because the newly-made hybrid suddenly worships him. He’s in her dreams. She can’t escape him. 

Even now, sitting in a corner booth at the Mystic Grill, he’s suddenly there, sitting across from her like an old friend catching up for lunch. 

Immediately, her face twists in disgust. “Klaus.” 

He smiles in the face of her adversity, and says her name with a fondness of unknown origins. She almost feels insane, looking at him with any degree of civility. 

“What do I owe this visit to?” 

“I’m curious about something and I’m hoping you’ll humor me,” 

“Interesting start,” She huffs, taking a sip of her drink beside her. “What on earth could you possibly be curious enough about that you have to ask me?” 

“You, of course,” 

She swallows roughly, nearly choking as she looks at him in surprise. “Me?” 

The hybrid nods, smirking at her reaction. 

“What… What do you want to know about me?” 

He leans forward on the table, looking at her as she suddenly avoids his eyes, unwilling to admit that she’s feeling heat rise in her chest. “Why is it you aren’t banding together with those bumbling idiots to get rid of me, hm?” 

“Oh,” She breathes out, face turning solemn for a moment as she looks down at the tabletop. “I don’t– I don’t have any reason to want to get rid of you, really. I don’t necessarily like you, but you haven’t hurt Tyler in any permanent way so… I guess I’m just not really worried about it.” 

When she finally meets Klaus’s gaze again, there’s something shocked and unexpectedly warm in his blue eyes that makes her own soften. 

“Is it really that simple?” 

She falls silent for another moment, picking nonsensically at her nails. “They killed my friend.” 

She looks back up at him, sighing. “Mason Lockwood. Tyler’s uncle. He came here because of Katherine– she was looking for the moonstone so she could break that stupid curse that you made up. And they killed him for it,” She shakes her head, anger seeping into her voice. “They’re irrational. And if I’ve learned anything about this life, it’s that being irrational gets people killed.” 

Klaus hums lowly. “You are right about that.” 

Heaving a heavy sigh, she looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “What do you want from me, Klaus? I’m not picking sides here– I’m going to protect Tyler until it kills me, and that’s all. So what do you want from me?” 

He observes her for a moment and she doesn’t falter beneath his stare, if only out of spite. 

“Perhaps,” He starts. “I just want to know you.” 

Something fragile breaks on her face and she shows just a little bit more of that vulnerability to him in this new space between them. “What’s so interesting about me that Klaus Mikaelson wants to know me?” 

His eyes search her face, lost. “I don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll let me find out,” 

She lets out a breath, quiet, and admittedly flattered. 

A smile pulls at her lips, bashful in a way she isn’t used to. She allows it to spread across her face and beneath Klaus’s gaze, she feels like a blooming rose being adored. It makes her feel things she’s nowhere near ready to admit to herself, or anyone else. “I think we can work something out.” 

Klaus’s returning smile takes her breath away. It feels new, and wonderful. 

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[cancerian-woman]

Hi! I would love to hear why you think Klaus and Bonnie would be a compatible or at least fascinating match :) I can tell you're going to turn me into a Klonnie shipper even though the last thing I need in my life is another doomed OTP!!

Hey :D I love a good doomed ship it makes the fandom more interesting especially in terms of creativity tbh.

Bonnie had proven herself to be just as morally corrupt as other characters as needed. Sure, it wasn’t to the extreme of others but it existed especially if her friends were threatened. That type of loyalty and strength would be what Klaus would like because of how possessive and selfish he is.

There’s Bennett-Mikaelson connections through the lore of TVD. Ayana was Esther’s mentor. Abby entombed Mikael. Then in present there’s Esther prasing Bonnie for being the one to fight Klaus. Elijah recruited Bonnie to do it. Both Bonnie and Klaus have parental struggles on both sides. Klaus is more forefront than Bonnie’s but it exists. Tagging my friends content here :).

Klaus was introduced with an affinity for witches (Gloria, Maddox, Greta..)it was just dropped after well you know ;). But in a sibling light I could see both Rebekah and Kol taking a liking to Bonnie. Rebekah wanted that normal highschool experience and Kol was formerly a witch. We got a little bit of Kennett moments in s4 but that was dropped. Bonnie is the only TVD character to never have her own side friend out the group.

Narratively TVD would’ve just had to work with their few key points to make Klonnie a slow burn ship from s2-4 tbh. Bonnie kept getting the short-stick. Season 3 she got cheated on, her mother abandoned again, she had all the reasons to distant herself from her friends and end up in someone’s darker arms. The Mikaelson Ball ep Esther is leeching off Bonnie and her bloodline yet Bonnie is no where to be found… huh… Bonnie doesn’t get enough in universe credit for her actions because she has not only nearly killed Klaus she has saved his life(and everyone else’s.)

Season 4 Bonnie was dipping into a darker side with Expression and she blindly trusted Shane just to learn magic. It would be another moment for Klaus to try and get in her good graces. Klaus would have to open up emotionally for Bonnie to sympathize with him. I think they would challenge each other. Bonnie is one of the female characters who can fight back to people who are trying to harm her in a way Elena or Caroline can’t tbh.

Bonnie wasn’t just any witch either she was a Bennett which her family is responsible for nearly everything in TVD. I don’t think Klaus would’ve suddenly became a “Disney prince” type of BF by any means but I could see the relationship working. Klaus is still an elitist bastard with years of knowledge Bonnie would want. Bonnie is willing to give that loyalty to anyone who is good to her. Cami is seen as good and she even falls for Klaus lmao.

Last point people only play morality clauses with Bonnie because the series does. By the end of TVD Bonnie considers Damon not Elena or Caroline or Matt her bestfriend. That should say enough about what Bonnie would allow but….The writers and fans will argue that Bonnie doesn’t deserve to be paired up with toxic men or women but TVD never introduced anyone that was “morally good” by our world standards. Even Enzo physically harmed Bonnie pre-relationship. The other leads are white and never held to the same standards. Elena said it was Stefan until it wasn’t. Caroline said no to Klaus until she didn’t. Hayley’s arc includes with her fucking Klaus and dating Elijah… the list could continue.

Hope I made it all clear 😁.

Tagging some of my friends accounts who love Klonnie too: @klonnieshippersclub @melmedardasworld @mythorhuman @24kmagiic @bennettmaximoff

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Natural Satellite [ch 2]

An In Stars and Time AU. In chapter two, Siffrin phones a friend. Isa consults a confidante. You can read ch 1 here.

“Mira,” Isabeau says seriously, taking a knee in front of the bench so he can grab both of her hands. “Is there a hallway in the House called the Death Corridor?” She blinks at him, owlish. “Um. Well… yes, actually. How did you—” “And your roommate, back in the House. Is her name Claude? And you don’t really get along?” “I’m not sure I’d say that we… Well, maybe we could get along better, but—” “And you— Did you teach a class once? But it went really bad?” “Isabeau!” Mira huffs, drawing herself up. “What is this about! And—how do you know all of that?” Isabeau takes a breath. He lets it out. “Mira,” he says. “I think maybe I can see the future.”

[In Stars and Time spoilers through at least act 4]

Chapter 2

Isa remembers.

Except Isa can’t remember, because… because he just can’t! Loop promised. And, and—and if the actors are starting to remember, then what’s even the point? All this time you’ve been saying your lines for them, smiling and winking and playing along to protect them. If you can’t shield your family from this, why go through with it at all?

And what are you supposed to do when the others start to remember? You can’t even imagine how dangerous Odile would be. And how angry. And Mira, stars, Mira will be so disappointed; but even worse, she’ll blame herself, you know she will. And oh, stars, Bonnie—

“What makes you think they’re going to remember?”

You whip around, bristling. “Weren’t you listening? It’s already happening! Isa knows!! He saw what happened last time and he, he doesn’t know it’s real yet but when it happens again… Why are you laughing???”

“Who, me?” Loop hides their smirk behind one hand. “No reason. I just, ah, remembered a joke.”

“You’re the one who should be upset!” you hiss. “You lied to me! You’re supposed to be helping me and you said, you promised that no one would remember! That it was only me!”

“That’s certainly the impression I had, yes.”

“How am I supposed to do this if you’re just going to lie to me???”

“Ohh, stardust,” Loop sighs. “You always take everything so personally! It isn’t all about you, you know.”

“He saw me use the dagger!!!”

Loop shrugs innocently. “I did tell you not to do it. I hate to say ‘I told you so,’ but…”

“No! No! You are not blaming this on me!!!”

“I’m not the one who put the dagger to your throat, stardust.”

“You put it in my hand! You put it in my head! It’s the same blinding thing!!!”

For the briefest instant, Loop almost looks pained. But the moment you blink, it’s gone. “Haha. Maybe. I suppose it doesn’t really matter who’s to blame.”

“So what do I do?”

“We~ell,” Loop hums thoughtfully. “What makes you think that all of them are going to remember? It might just be the Fighter.”

Your forehead furrows. “Why would it just be him?”

“Why not?”

You shoot them a murderous glare.

“Oh, come on, stardust,” Loop giggles, “don’t look like that. I’m trying to help you! Besides. Did it ever occur to you that this might be a good thing?”

“No.”

“But if you had a co-conspirator… Someone to provide a fresh perspective; to help you think things through…”

“No!!”

Loop gives you a tolerant smile. “Alright, stardust. Enlighten me. Why not?”

“I don’t need help!!” But—no. That’s not the reason. “No. I mean. It’s… Isn’t it already bad enough? And Isa’s…” Soft. Honest. True to the bone. “…sensitive. His feelings all come spilling out. And he’s a coward. He couldn’t handle the truth.”

“Haha, ouch! Mee-yow! Who knew you had such sharp claws?”

“You did.”

“Yes, I suppose I did, at that.” Loop stretches and yawns. Whenever they pull in a really deep breath, their face glows just a little brighter. “So? What are you going to do?”

“What can I do?”

Loop taps their chin thoughtfully. “Sometimes a nightmare is just a nightmare, no? It sounds to me like you need to test your little hypothesis.”

“And how do I do that?”

“Hm… You could smell him!”

Ha, ha. Hilarious. It’s so funny, you forgot to laugh.

“What!!” Loop protests. “I’m not joking! Your Kid said that Time Craft smelled like sugar, didn’t they? If your Fighter smells sweeter than usual…”

“And how am I supposed to know what he usually smells like?”

“Aw. Stardust. My sweet, adorable, stupid little stardust. You know there’s no point trying to lie to me.”

…Okay, so maybe they have a point. You have spent 100-some nights—100-some of the same night sharing a bed with Isabeau. Curled under the blanket just a heartbeat away, so close your noses nearly brush. Listening to Isa stammer his way through a cut-short confession. Watching him sleep, face slack, cheek scrunched against the pillow. By now you could trace the outline of his face with your eyes closed. Of course you know how he smells. Like fresh laundry and cut grass. Like sweat and salt and good clean dirt.

“Okay,” Loop says tolerantly. “If you really won’t smell him, I’m certain you can find some other way. Sleep on it, stardust. Unless you’re ready to give up…?”

You wrinkle your nose at them. “Is that what you want?”

“Stardust!” Loop gasps, clutching their pearls. “You insult me! You know I’m only here to help.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Ohh, don’t be like that! There’s no one keeping you here, you know. If you’re upset, you’re welcome to storm off anytime you like.”

“No,” you say on reflex, and then hesitate. Of course you’re upset. You’re always upset. But this is the only place where you get to be upset without upsetting someone else. “I mean. Um. Is it okay if I stay?”

To your immense irritation, Loop reaches out to tap you on the nose. “You’re the master of your own destiny, stardust. Do what makes you happy.”

* * *

It’s a beautiful day. Dormont is a beautiful town! It’s all steep, sloping rooftops and cozy clay facades, and you can always hear the gentle burble of the river running through it. There’s a buzz of anxiety in the air, but the whole town seems to have agreed to point all their nervous energy toward preparations for their end-of-the-world party. Isa can’t think of a better place to spend what might be his last night on earth.

By the time he finds his way back to town square, he’s more-or-less calmed down. So, of course, that’s when the deja vu hits.

“Good morning!” the boulangier greets him, holding out a picnic basket. “You’re one of the saviors, aren’t you? A friend of little Mirabelle’s? I wanted to give you all a treat! It’s nothing much, just a token of our appreciation!”

A chill drips down Isabeau’s spine. Hasn’t he heard this before? Every word; every pause for breath and sheepish smile… He saw this already, didn’t he? But that was just a dream. It wasn’t really real.

The boulangier is still smiling, waiting for an answer.

“O-Oh! Haha, wow, thanks so much! That’s really nice of you! Aw, but we couldn’t possibly—”

“But you must!” the boulangier laughs, again, exactly like he did in Isa’s dream. “Besides. If you don’t succeed tomorrow, there’ll be no one left to sell to, heh. It’s really the least I can do!”

“Ahh… Haha, well, um. I guess if you insist, we’ll take you up on it!” He grins at the boulangier, trying to look like someone strong enough to put your faith in. (Just like he did the last time.) “But once we beat the King tomorrow, we’re coming back to pay for ‘em!”

The boulangier pats him on the shoulder. If you beat the King, I’ll— “—bake you all the croissants you can eat!”

…Right.

* * *

And then. It just. Keeps happening.

The kid standing at the north end of town challenges him to a rock-paper-scissors-off. Odile gives him a distracted nod on her way into the general store. The runner jogging around the statue of the Change God whacks him on the shoulder and grins before wishing him good luck. Just like Isabeau remembers. Every step, every smile, every shift in the wind… it’s all exactly how he remembers.

…What is he supposed to do with this????

He needs a sanity check. A sounding board. So Isabeau does what he always does when he needs to make sure he’s not being completely stupid: he goes and finds Mira.

* * *

He finds her sitting in front of the library, exactly where he found her yesterday. (No. Not yesterday. His dream of yesterday. His dream of… today? Whatever.)

“Mira.”

“Oh, Isabeau!” she says, brightening. “Are you feeling any better? You looked a little out of sorts, earlier.”

He can still feel the fear crawling over his skin, but Mira’s voice makes the itch recede a little. Just looking at her is enough to make him feel more relaxed. He can always trust Mirabelle to act exactly like herself.

Isabeau isn't here for advice, exactly, because Mira doesn’t really give advice. Mostly she listens intently, her whole face scrunched with focus, and asks leading questions until she’s very gently nudged you to the answer. If pressed, she’ll insist that you got there on your own. (By now, Isa’s learned that it’s pointless trying to argue.)

It was just the two of them, once. Before they found Odile; before Siffrin found them, and then saved Bonnie… Just a little more than half a year ago, their little family was only Isa and Mira. And it was already good!!!

“Mira,” Isabeau says seriously, taking a knee in front of the bench so he can grab both of her hands. “Is there a hallway in the House called the Death Corridor?”

She blinks at him, owlish. “Um. Well… yes, actually. How did you—”

“And your roommate, back in the House. Is her name Claude? And you don’t really get along?”

“I’m not sure I’d say that we… Well, maybe we could get along better, but—”

“And you— Did you teach a class once? But it went really bad?”

“Isabeau!” Mira huffs, drawing herself up. “What is this about! And—how do you know all of that?”

Isabeau takes a breath. He lets it out. “Mira,” he says. “I think maybe I can see the future.”

Whatever she expected, it clearly wasn’t that. She takes one of her hands back so she can rest two fingers against his forehead. Checking for a fever, probably. He almost wishes that he was sick. At least it’d mean that what he saw was just some stupid fever-dream.

But he’s out of luck. Mira draws her hand back, frowning. “You… um? Or? What… makes you think that?”

“I’m pretty sure I just dreamed, like, this whole day.” Just saying it out loud makes him feel a little lighter. “And I don’t just mean a normal dream. I mean, like, accurately. All the little details and everything. And tomorrow, too. I thought it was just a dream, but—stuff keeps coming true!! I keep knowing stuff I couldn’t have known, and recognizing stuff I shouldn’t have seen, so… So what the crab else am I supposed to think????”

“Hm,” she hums. “Hmm. It’s not— I don’t understand how it would work, but… if you really knew all that, then I suppose I can’t just deny it.”

“How did it feel when you got Chosen?” he asks hopefully. Generally speaking, he tries not to ask about the Change God’s blessing—talking about it always puts Mira in a weird mood, and the last thing he wants to do is upset one of his favorite people in the world—but these seem like extenuating circumstances. “Was there, like, a moment? Where you felt… you know. Magic?”

Sure enough, Mira’s face darkens. “Haha. I, ah… no. No moment.”

“So someone could get blessed and not even notice?”

“I—ah—theoretically? I suppose?”

Isabeau nods slowly. “Mira. I think maybe I got blessed.”

She snorts, and then very quickly tries to look like she didn’t. “Oh. You’re serious. W-Well, um… I suppose it could only be a good thing! Theoretically speaking! Especially if you can warn us about potential pitfalls. Did we, um… In this vision of yours, did we beat the King, or…?”

Oh. Oh. Isabeau absolutely cannot tell her why they didn’t beat the King. “Uhh. We… didn’t make it that far. But!! But we definitely will this time!!”

“Yes,” she agrees, nodding fiercely. “We’ll make sure of it.”

* * *

Sif doesn’t show his face until dinnertime. When they finally turn up, they’re almost their normal self again. A little quiet, but that is normal, for Sif. If Isa hadn’t seen what he saw, he wouldn’t think anything of it.

But he did.

Unfortunately, he can’t just ask about it in front of everyone. So Isabeau bides his time. He doesn’t try to talk to Sif until he’s sure that the others are definitely asleep.

“Sif,” he whispers.

Siffrin’s feet twitch.

“Sif. Siffarooni. Siffrin.”

Grudgingly, Siffrin rolls over. (Isa tries not to look at his neck.)

“Um. Sorry? To wake you? I just—sorry, it’s kind of a weird question b-but you, um. You wouldn’t… hurt yourself, right?”

Sif’s eye widens. Surprise, then wariness. “What is this about?”

“N-Nothing!! Nothing!! I just—I had that nightmare, remember, from earlier? And I guess it freaked me out pretty bad cause I— I trust you, of course I trust you, I just. Um. C-Can’t get the image out of my head.”

Siffrin stares at him. Their expression is completely unreadable. Almost as blank as they looked before driving that blade into their neck. The ragged edge of tearing skin. Blood on your hands. Blood on his—

“Sorry,” Isa whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, “Sorry, sorry, I just—I know I’m being really crazy, I know you don’t like to be touched, I just— Can I touch you? Just for a second? I know I’m being stupid, I’m really sorry, I just—I think it might, um…”

“Okay.”

Isa’s eyes fly open. “O-Okay?”

Sif nods.

“Really?”

Another nod.

“‘Cause there’s really no pressure!! I know I was being… s-sort of dramatic, but it’s really totally fine if you don’t— I really don’t wanna feel like I forced you, or—

“No. It's okay.” Sif goes quiet for a second, considering. “Tomorrow's important. We all need you to get enough sleep.”

“R-Right. Right!! Then I’ll just, um…” Isabeau hesitates. Sif’s neck is almost always covered by their cloak. Even when they share a tent, Isa’s always careful not to look too close. He wouldn’t want to weird them out by staring—or, worse, make himself look like an even bigger loser than he is. But he has permission, now. And he kind of really needs this.

Lightly, with just the pads of two fingers, he brushes the side of their throat. Whole, now, and unblemished. Not torn open, not seeping blood. Warm under his hands.

—But the second his hand meets their skin, Siffrin flinches violently.

Right away, Isa jerks his hand back. “S-Sorry!! Sorry!! Maybe if I just— Can you give me your wrist? And I can, um, f-feel your pulse, maybe?”

He can see Sif's throat bob as they swallow.

“Sorry!!!” he yelps. “Never mind!! I was just—”

“No,” Sif whispers. “Um. Here.”

Sif’s hand creeps up the mattress, settles on the pillow between them. It is so much smaller than Isa’s. (Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about how it would feel if they let you hold their hand; if they wanted you to. OH FOR CHANGE’S SAKE, YOU’RE STILL THINKING ABOUT IT. PLEASE. JUST. STOP.)

As soon as he finds their pulse, Isa feels like the world’s biggest crabhole. Siffrin’s heart is racing, their pulse pounding like a terrified rabbit.

Isabeau lets out his breath and gives Sif their hand back. “Um. S-Sorry. And, um… thanks for humoring me. And... sorry for being so selfish?”

Sif shakes his head. “I don't want you to have a bad dream.”

Isa’s chest swells. He beams at them, dizzy with love. “Well!! Don’t worry!! I definitely won’t now!!!”

Sif gives him a puzzled look, their face half-tilted like a dog hearing a sound it’s never heard before.

“U-Um! Just because, um—”

—there’s a blur of white, and a pillow collides with the side of his face.

* * *

If walking into town yesterday was unsettling, entering the House is downright chilling. Everything is exactly as he remembers.

As soon as they step into the Death Corridor, Isa elbows Mirabelle. “So this is—“

“Yes!” she gasps, disbelieving. “Wow! Yes! It really is! I don’t understand how you could—“ When she looks up, she startles, reaching out with both hands. “Ohh, Siffrin, do be careful!! This wing is called—“

And a boulder the size of a two-bedroom apartment crashes down from the ceiling. (Just like Isabeau remembers.)

…Wow. Okay. So this is really happening.

“So there’s this floating water everywhere,” he whispers to Mira, as they make their way past the boulder. “They’re called Tears and I guess if you touch them, you get frozen in time? But to get past them, we use these, um—“

“What are you two whispering about?” M’dame Odile asks sharply.

“Nothing!!” they chorus.

* * *

They make it as far as the second floor. That’s when Sif wanders up to a Tear and glances over his shoulder to stare straight at Isa. “Hey. Isa.”

“Siiiif~?”

“Why did the time traveler break all of his clocks?”

“Wh–Huh? Uh… I dunno, why?”

“He wanted to kill some time.”

—And Sif plunges his arm shoulder-deep into the Tear.

Isabeau’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth to scream but he can’t make a sound, he can see the scene getting darker—

[ h e   f e e l s    a    t u g    a t    h i s    s t o m a c h ]

—and he wakes up.

* * *

Siffrin’s in the field again. But this time, they don’t look surprised to see him. “Hey, Isa.”

“H-Hey, Sif.”

“Hey, Isa?”

“Sif?”

“Why did the time traveler break all his clocks?”

All the hair on Isabeau’s neck stands up. “Hhhhhha! Um! Because he… wanted to kill some time?”

“Oh, stars,” Siffrin whispers. He squeezes his eyes shut, covers his ears with both hands. “You remember.”

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[darkestprompts]

Highest vs lowest alcohol tolerance?

I can't believe this got this long

Highest

So, a few notes on the method. The factors I'm considering are body mass, drinking habits, preferred type of drink and health. Genetics also play a role, but most of the times it will come into headcanon territory.

So, the big chonky lads IMO are Baldwin, Reynauld, Tardif and Barristan. Boudica is also muscular and tall, but not as broad. The ones who have the most explicit indications of a drinking habit in canon are Audrey, Dismas and Boudica.

Baldwin and Reynauld are out, I think. They may not be perfectly adherent but they are religious. Irrational Reynauld will even call for love and drink for all, indicating those are desires he represses. They do drink, but they don't regularly get hammered.

Neither, I think, does Tardif. We get few explicit hints from him, but he's focused and distrustful. Not the type to test his boundaries when it could put him on a disadvantage. Although, in DD2 he refuses some of the wine for being "too sweet" and accepts the whiskey, so I will give him some points for preferring harder drinks.

(even though I disagree with canon about him disliking sweet stuff--he could have been a baker!--I'll just choose to read him as not drinking things that go down easily while on the job, since he might get drunker than planned)

Barristan definitely drinks. He was a party guy back in the day, although his ambitions restrained him to just getting buzzed. After the death of his squad it would get much worse, however, he now he has a sense of responsibility to his soldiers. Plus, he's aging. I conclude he's a hard drinker, but the years are catching up to him and he has some boundaries.

Boudica is a promising candidate. While genetics are only headcanon, we know her people have a culture of hard drinking, which suggests some resistance. And she's a big lady! We have plenty of references to her drinking habits through both games. One thing I will note, however, that since getting rowdy and fighting with only determination and fury in mind are normalized where she comes from, she doesn't have the same incentive as some of the others to keep herself together while drinking. Strangely enough, in DD1, Revelry traded stress healing for significant debuffs, while DD2's Raucuous Revelry only has upsides.

For Dismas... Look, I will simply deny canon here. Dismas is not a buff monstrosity. If he ever was, after prison he wouldn't be anymore. No "big guy" points for him. I refuse. Anyway, Dismas is still a hard drinker. He has barks that refer to alcohol and inebriation and even drug use. Unlike some of the other guys, I'm sure he's gotten shitfaced. He had no incentive to practice moderation and the fact that he chose the life of a highwayman instead of a chandler suggests recklessness. This guy has woken up in a ditch covered in piss at least once, I just know it. Still, he has to be able to watch his back, so I feel like he can be deceptively alert even after drinking a lot. Another potential problem is that he's had a rough life and his body is starting to feel it, even if he isn't nearly as old as Barristan.

Finally, we have Audrey. You could interpret her as a regular party drinker like young Barristan, but that's the character whose CC set includes a bottle of absinthe. Her DD2 skill Absinthe actually heals her. We know she also uses snuff, laudanum and whatever the hell is DD1's "Toxin Trickery". I have no doubts she's an alcoholic just like Dismas and Boudica, but she may have had more incentive for not showing it, since it's unbecoming of a lady to throw up on the carpet. She knows how to drink and mask drunkeness really well.

My conclusion: Boudica has the highest natural tolerance, Dismas's has the record for most inadvisable amount of alcohol consumption in one night and Audrey is queen of getting drunk but somehow acting exactly the same as normal.

Lowest

It's a close call, but I'll go with Bonnie.

Para may be a small nerd, but you don't go through med school without a few inadvisable decisions for your liver and, besides, she knows how to stall drunkenness by eating and keeping hydrated. Junia is also a potential candidate, since she's a nun, but she's a bigger woman with healing powers.

Bonnie got that convent education, low body mass and no drinking habit. The first time she has the chance, she downs whiskey like juice and nearly chokes. It gets up her nose, her tearducts and on Dismas's face. Boudica nearly shits herself laughing.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd ensemble #headcanons #this got way more elaborate than it needed to be

[beatificwrites]

Never me (Caroline Forbes x gn!reader)

first caroline fic !! i love her sm S1 ERA

a/n: it’s been awhileeeee. been planning this fic for months and just a lil something while i work on other ideas!

word count: 1.4K

content: lil angst?

summary: poor caroline feels like shes always the other woman

You picked up your buzzing phone and answered with, “Hello?”

“Are you busy? I need a comfort buddy.” Caroline simply stated.

“Well, I got a shift at the grill in like 30 minutes…call Bonnie maybe?”

“She’s at her grandma’s and this is urgent! I need a friend with me.”

“I can’t let my boss down again; two people quit this month.”

“The grill can survive one night without you! Plus, you work like all the time.” she tried to reason.

“I don’t know, Caroline.” you said, unsure. It’s not like you ever missed work before. Maybe one slip up wouldn’t hurt? It’s the mystic grill for Pete’s sake.

“Could you just come over please?!” She pleaded desperately.

You sighed and hesitated before rolling your eyes and saying, “I’ll be over in 10.”

“Thank you.” she said, relieved and hung up after.

You put on your boots, grabbed your bag, and packed an extra shirt, knowing you’d probably be staying the night.

Caroline could be a bit dramatic at times, but you wonder what could have happened this time. She has been a bit off lately, but always managed to pick herself back up. You guess a physical presence is all she needs right now.

You show up at her door and knock a few times before it’s opened by her. She gives you that sad smile you hate to see and hugs you right then and there. You embrace her back and give her gentle pats while swinging back and forth.

After a few seconds, she lets go and allows you to come in; like always.

As you took a step in, the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods hit your nose. “Cookies?” you asked, a little hungry.

“Yeah, I was making a batch before you arrived.” she replied, quietly.

She shut the door and you took your shoes off by the coat hanger.

“Do you want some actually?” she pointed to the kitchen.

“Yes, please I’m STARVED.” you exaggerated.

She slightly smiled before turning for the kitchen. You followed right after.

“Is it okay if we eat in your room?” you asked as you grabbed one of the chocolate chip.

“Of course.” she shook her head yes.

With that, you two went up the stairs and took a right to her bedroom. It was as same as always and you fell right back onto her bed.

She plopped down next to you before she began.

“It’s just never me, you know? I feel like everyone else…every other girl gets noticed.” Caroline crosses her arms.

You turn towards her and look directly at her; giving her all your attention.

“Like, a few weeks ago with Stefan! I tried to talk with him, but without even taking a second look at me, he I’m completely disregarded and he goes right up to Elena!” she complains, exasperated.

She then lies down next to you and continues.

“I love her, but she gets like every guy. I swear.” She sighed.

You nodded your head as she went on and on, then reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. You caressed it with your thumb.

“And it just sucks because everyone keeps trying to tell me that the right one is gonna show up someday, but I’ve been patient! I have waited!” she began to tear up.

“What is it that I’m doing wrong? Am I not pretty enough to be noticed? I help out! I’m basically in charge of all the committees and I’m from one of the founding families; what’s not to like?” she choked up.

You frowned at her words. Oh, she has no idea, you thought.

“All I want is to be loved. To be yearned over, you know? No guys ever go for me! It’s not fair!” she burst into tears and you pulled her into your arms.

You squeezed her in your warm embrace and consoled her. You had no idea she really felt this way.

She would say things under her breath or make small comments about stefan or any guy for that matter, not paying attention to her. You didn’t think that it had affected her this much.

You kept on rubbing her back as she sobbed into your chest. You felt a bit of warmth on your face and slight goosebumps. You got a little nervous being this close to her; it gave you butterflies.

The crying was no where near over and went on for a good 30 minutes.

“Just let it out. Let it all out, love.” you reassured.

The sobbing slowed down, but her sniffles could still be heard.

“Thank you for being here. Means a lot.” she mumbled into your chest.

“Hey, I’m always here for you. Sacrificing my job at the grill is worth any moment with you.” you confessed without thinking. You didn’t realize how weird that might have sounded until after you said it.

Caroline’s head poked out, “I know it is.” she giggled, sounding all congested.

You chuckled and relaxed again. Okay, it wasn’t weird, you thought.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she sighed as she looked right up at you.

“That’s what best friends are for! Missing work to hug and listen to you vent for awhile.” you smiled.

“To be honest, I don’t think I could ever cry to Bonnie or Elena about this.” she sat up as she began again.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m too much around them. I don’t think they would judge, but for some reason I can’t let this wall down.” she confessed.

“Well, we’ve all known each other since pre-school, I’m sure they wouldn’t have a problem listening to you go on about your troubles.” you reassured again.

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. You’re different.”

“How so?” your brows furrowed.

“Well, I just feel more comfortable telling you things!”

You smiled, now intrigued.

“This is surprising. Tell me more.” you just said.

“I don’t what it is but for some odd reason, I feel no judgement from you whatsoever. I feel so free and like I can be my exact self without worrying about being too annoying.”

You sat up and scooted closer over to her.

“I feel that way too, you know. It’s refreshing, honestly.”

You two looked at each other for a few seconds. There was silence, but it wasn’t entirely awkward. Both of you were trying to figure out if the other felt as deeply.

You took a breathe before deciding to make a bold move.

“I think I love you, Caroline. No, I don’t think; I know.” you suddenly spoke.

“Are you serious?” she asked in partial disbelief, for obvious reasons.

“I’m the most serious I’ve ever been. I love you and your company so much.” you confessed again.

Her eyes scanned your entire face, she was making sure before she was going to pour her heart out.

She inched forward and met eyes with you once more before leaning in and pressing her soft lips against yours.

This feeling, matched no sense of joy you ever felt in your life. Nothing could top this moment. It felt like time had just stopped for the two of you.

Her hand grasped onto your shoulder and she deepened the kiss.

You cupped her right cheek and pulled her closer, wanting to leave no space in between. You savored the cherry chapstick flavor.

Her fingers began to wander towards the hem of your white tee. Your mind started to slip as you let her hands move up and down underneath your shirt. Her touch was also soft and gentle.

She brought her fingers back out to try to pull your shirt over, but your senses were brought back.

“Not yet.” you breathed out.

“Right, sorry I got carried away!” she immediately apologized.

“No, no, it’s fine! You were excited that’s all. The kiss was great.” you laughed as you reassured.

“When you put it like that it sounds kind of funny.” she let out a chuckle.

“Then how was the love confession?” you asked.

“Hmm, the ‘I don’t think, I know’ part was a little corny too.” she snorted.

You yelled jokingly and defended yourself, “hey! I was just saying whatever came to mind.”

“Well, it made me happy either way.” she said with a small grin.

“It took everything within me not to say anything before. I was thinking to myself… ‘to hell with those guys who don’t see you! I’m right here and I’m a free agent!” you joked.

She bursted out laughing and playfully hit your shoulder.

“I may have seemed real angry about Stefan not looking twice my way, but I was really just upset I couldn’t get the kind of attention I wanted from you.”

“Well, here I am.” you said as you took her hand and held it in yours.

#reader included #reader insert #x gender neutral reader #x reader #gender neutral character #gender neutral language #x gn reader #fluff #vampire #the vampire diares imagine #vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader #tvdu imagines #tvd fandom #tvdverseladies #tvdu #tvdu x reader #tdvu angst #tvdulgbt #tvdu fanfiction #tvd universe #tvd imagine #tvduedit #tvd fanfiction #caroline forbes #caroline forbes x reader #caroline forbes x gn!reader #caroline forbes x gender neutral reader #caroline forbes x gender neutral!reader #reader x caroline forbes

[nkirukaj]

I Want You, Simon- Chapter 8

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: implied sexual feelings

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 2.8K

Chapter 7

Samira thought nothing of her birthday. She celebrated it every year, so it mattered to her that much at least. But she had no real emotional reactions to turning a year older every single year. She was however, excited to see the gifts she would get, even at this age. And maybe….she was excited to have Simon over at her house for the first time. He said he wanted to get her a gift, even though she she initially declined it, given that she didn’t think that they had known each other long enough to get and give each other gifts. But you can only protest so much. 

“Don’t be silly, you’re my friend,” he said with that warm smile

“How are you going to afford to get me something after being scammed?” She joked

Simon grimaces and then gives a small smile “Don’t worry about it. Where are we supposed to meet you?” He crosses his arms

“At my house.”

“Right, that make sense.” He blows a piece of his hair out of his face, Samira smiles back at him

For this birthday, she chose to wear a comfy purple dress, hair down and sorry, but no glasses. Most of these people that she invited didn’t even know that she wore them. She wasn’t sure if she should be doing work on her birthday, cleaning definitely counts as work. But she was having guests, and she wanted this place to look its best. Marceline, Bonnie, and a few others like Lollipop Girl and Chocoberry and some more were coming to hang out with her as well before they all parted to get ready to head to the Slime Kingdom for a triple-cray rated dance party. In the middle of putting out cups and plates for drinks and food, she realized that she was responsible for planning and hosting her own birthday “party”.  She paused to think about it for a moment, brushing off the little voice of disapproval in her head. This was her birthday and she was not worried about with other people might say about how she chooses to spend it. 

Not long after she finished is when people started to arrive. First Chocoberry, very notably without Mr. Cupcake, to whom she kept referring, and noting on his absence in a bit of a passive aggressive way, with Lollipop girl. Then Bronwyn, and of course LSP (who wasn’t invited, but Samira didn’t mind, she kind of expected it, if she was being honest with herself. ) And then came TV and the legendary Finn the Human. 

“Hey Samira,” TV said “This is Finn the Human, my dad’s brother” 

“I know who Finn the Human is TV!”

Finn seemed to be social enough, but only superficially “Hi,” he said and stuck out his hand for a shake. Samira took it and felt the cold metal.

“Isn’t it weird that people still call you Finn the Human, when there’s a whole bunch of humans in Ooo now?” Samira questioned, lightheartedly. Finn laughs a bit

“I brought him with me, since he’s lonely cuz his girlfriend is on a solo hunt. 

Finn elbows TV “That’s not-” he sighs “I’m not lonely,”

Samira shrugs “There’s no shame,” She nudges Finn’s flesh arm, “Enjoy yourself. There’s cheesy crackers in the kitchen TV”

“Nice,” TV spoke casually and headed toward the kitchen with Finn in tow.

Finally came Marceline and Bonnibel. Bonnie came first actually, looking irritated while holding a little box that she handed to Samira. 

“Happy Birthday,” she forced a smile through her annoyance and puts her hands on her hips

“Thanks B.” Samira took the gift “Where’s Marcy?”

Bonnie points out towards the distance, where Samira could see her and Simon carrying a large and long box. Marceline also had a long bag on her back.

“I told her we should’ve left early, so we could get here before everyone else to set this up for you. But since when does Marcy listen?” She clicks her tongue inside her mouth. Simon and Marcy arrive in front of the door fully out of breath.

“Now what were you saying?” Bonnie walked over to Marceline and raised her brow. Marceline just blew a raspberry on her cheek, to which she couldn’t help but smile.

“What is this?” Samira asked

Marcy shrugs “Ask Simon. Can you believe that he was actually going to try and bring this here his own?” She takes a deep breath.

Samira walks over to Simon, who is bent over trying to inhale.

“Why don’t you sit?” she places her hands on both his arm and his shoulder, guiding him over to a large plant in front of her house, with pot big enough to sit on.

Simon took a while to breathe clearly.

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting that I’m not a young man anymore.” He smiles, still catching small breaths “Happy birthday,” he gestures toward the enormous box

“What is it?”

“It’s a bookshelf, since you don’t have one”

Samira’s jaw dropped and her hands flew to her face. “Oh my glob really? Thank you!!” She hugs him from the side without hesitation, and although he is startled for a moment it is not in a negative way. He hugs her back.

“Hey,” Marceline floats over “Happy birthday dude,” she holds out the box that she had on her back earlier

Samira and Simon part, Samira’s hands still slightly around him and she addresses Marcy.

“Thanks, just put it in the house.”

Marcy shrugs and walks with Bonnie into the party.

“I have to admit that I didn’t actually think about how I would get it into your house.” He chuckles

“You can use my back door, it leads right into my bedroom.”

With some more heavy pushing, they entered the backdoor into Samira’s house.

Simon sits down on her bed, breathing again. Samira sits next to him.

“So…” he spoke between breaths “How…old are you? Not to be rude, it’s just I realized that I don’t actually know.”

“I’m 42. Well 43 today.” She said without a hint of offense. She was not afraid of aging.

Simon eyes widened. “Wow, you look…much younger than that.”

She smirks “How old do I look?”

Simon chuckles, and plays with his hair “Maybe, early to mid 30s?” He pushes his glasses up a bit “Maybe younger on certain days”

“Hmm,” she takes that in “How old are you?”

Simon eyes dart around the room, clearing his throat before he says “That’s a difficult question to answer.

“Oh right! You’re a 20th century man. So you’d be about…”

“I’ve lived a thousand years.”

“That is so crazy. How is that even possible?”

Simon frowns and looks down “I don’t really want to talk about that.”

Samira looks down in slight embarrassment “Oh sorry,”

He looks back up at her “I mean, I’ll tell you some time in the future.”

She turns to him and smiles “However it happened, I’m glad you’re here.”

He smiles and their eyes stay locked on each other before Samira asks “How old do you feel?”

Simon takes some time to think before answering “About 45?”

“Then that’s how old you are.” She winks at him “Perfect.”

“For what?” 

She speaks coyly “For me,” Simon seems a bit flattered, but also embarrassed. He pokes out his chest a little, but doesn’t say anything in response “Are you coming to party with us in the Slime Kingdom?”

Simon scrunches his brow “Slime Kingdom?”

She nods “We’re going to party,”

“This isn’t a party?”

She’s amused “This is a get together. We’re going to dance. Will you come with us?”

“I’m not one for dancing”

“I would love for you to be there. It would make my birthday so amazing!” She bats her eyelashes at him and he takes a deeo breath before exhaling loudly

“Okay…sure. But I’m not sure I would be that much fun to you.”

“You’ll be fine.” She places her hand on his hand, before thinking of something “Wait, you’re not going to wear that are you?”

He shakes his head “Of course not. I’ll wear my party suit.”

Samira shakes her head and laughs. She puts her hand on top of her other hand that was on top of Simon’s hand “Simon, no. This is a dance party. You don’t have to wear shorts and a tank top, but you’ve got to relax. Loosen up, at least a little.” She caresses and squeezes his arm.

Simon was a little confused, he was very used to wearing suits. Was that bad? Or strange? Did that make her uncomfortable. He liked wearing suits, they made him feel…safe. He hadn’t worn anything else in a bit. Except for pajamas.

“Okay,”

“This is so exciting!” Marceline exclaimed when he asked her for help

Sh had taken him to a mall inside of the human city and they were looking through the men’s clothes, and Simon found them all to be strange. The point hats with antennas, and the wide sleeves and bright colors.

“Simon!” Marceline calls him over “What about this?” she holds up a neon yellow tank top. Simon looks absolutely horrified and Marcy laughs “Yeah I know. I thought it would be good for a laugh.”

What they actually ended up settling on was, a smart and sensible sweater and a nice pair of jeans that they had to dig all the way in the back of the store to find and the woman behind the counter looked at them judgementally for buying, but Simon seemed content.

He was actually a bit scared to put them on, but when he finally slips the the sweater over his head and onto his body, it felt soft and warm. Maybe he could get used to this. One day at a time.

For the dance party, Samira decided to go with an outfit that was a better option for dancing, a tank top and shorts, and she waited, leaning on the wall outside the club for her friends to show up. When they did, it was obvious that Marceline was the only one to come of her own volition. She definitely convinced Bonnie, who was holding own her arms like a teddy bear. And she herself had convinced Simon, who by the way looked stunning in his new clothes. The deep red suited his olive skin quite well, and the crew neck accentuated his collarbone, which was very prominent, which was something she had not noticed up until this specific point in time. Most likely because of all the collars and the bowties. She could see the scar on his forearm a little more clearly and his wrists were free as well. The jeans were by no means baggy, but not skinny either. They fit his lower half excellently, emphsizing the curves and perkiness of his-. 

Samira had started to stare a bit, zoning out and not paying attention to the rest of the world, while she thought about what she could do with Simon in those jeans. She licked her teeth as she imagined and when she snapped back into reality, all three of them were standing in front of her.

“Hey,” she heard Marceline, after probably saying it for the millionth time.

Samira’s face got really warm and she stood up, dusting off her clothes.

“Hey. S-should we go in?” her voice shook a bit as she glanced to see Simon’s reaction to her staring, but he wasn’t paying attention to that. He seemed lost in his own world as well. She steps up to him “Hey,” her voice is less shaky than before. 

He snaps into attention “Hello, happy birthday again.”

“Thank you. And thank you for coming. I really appreciate it. Thank you”

He nods at her, and she takes his hand as they enter.

Samira and Marceline spent a lot of time dancing, while Bonnie and Simon spent a lot of time sitting or standing by the bar, either watching the dancing on the dance floor, or pretending like they weren’t. There was a point when Marcy got frustrated, and whsked Bonnie onto the floor. Simon stood, leaning by the bar, rubbing his finger over the rim of his drink, and taking cautious sips of it. He watched as all the people let loose in front of everyone. Samira flipping her hair, and swaying her hips without a care in the world. He pushed up his glasses and continued to stare at her. Each movement of her waist and hips meant the movement of his eyes whatever direction they were headed. For a moment everything was in slow motion as he ran over every single movement, and caresses her with his eyes. Then in the slow motion, he watched as Marceline approached her and whispered in her ear. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as they both looked in his direction and laughed. Simon blinked back into real time as Samira approached him.

“Hi,” she said flirtatiously

He looks around “Um, hi.” he rims his drink a bit more “What uh, were you and Marcy talking about?”

Her eyes sparkled more “She just told me to ask you to dance.”

Simon’s stomach dropped “Oh, um I’m not so sure.”

“Why? Do you not know how to dance?”

“I do, I just don’t dance the way…you do.”

She opened her eye widely and tilted her head up to him “How do you dance?”

Simon looks away and squints, pusring his lips “Mostly classical, ballroom types”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right. You don’t dance like me.”

Simon exhales, thinking he was off the hook 

“But I can teach you.” his drink got caught in his throat, causing him to cough for a moment. Samira looks mixed with amusement and concern. She pats and then rubs his back. 

“Are you okay?’

He breathes in “Yes,”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought if would be fun to dance with you.”

“No, no It’s alright. I think I just overreacted. You can teach me.”

Samira claps her hand together “Amazing!”

The song changed to a slower tune and Samira’s eyes turned from doe to siren “Perfect” Her pitch lowered as she turned to him. “We don’t even have to go to the floor, we can do it right here.”

He blinks “Okay.”

“So stand up straight,” He puts down his drink and obeys. “Put out your arms and hands.” he does. “Close your eyes.” He looks down at her in confusion “Just do it, it will make you much more comfortable’ He sighs and obliges.

Samira turns so that her back is facing him, then backs herself into his arms, but not to the point where they’re bodies are touching. “Open your eyes.” and he does. 

He’s shocked by the position he is in with her right now, but he continues to allow her to instruct him.

“Is this okay?” She asks him turning to see his reaction. He nods. She places his hands onto her waist and moves back to the point where their bodies are touching. His front is on her back and his hands are holding her hips.

“And now you just hold me and sway along with me.” and she starts to sway. Slowly, but with intention.

As she sways, Simon tries to keep up with her, he closes his eyes and takes her in. Her height, her size, her smell, her feel. In that pursuit, he becomes hyperaware of every single sensation that he’s experiencing. The feeling of the tips of his fingers on the softness of her skin and the curves of hips. Her hair brushing up against his chest. How only wearing one layer instead of 3 made it a lot easier to feel her back up against his chest, and the denim made it easier to feel her, um..butt up against his-

He abruptly pulls himself back, hitting the edge of the bar. Samira whips around, her hair hitting her chest.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

Simon doesn’t really know what to say in this moment. He just had this overwhelming feeling that what he was doing was wrong. And not that he was doing the dance wrong, but that it was immoral to be doing it. And the most confusing and slightly sickening part was that he did like it. He liked it a lot actually. And that was the worst part, he was enjoying himself so much. And it felt so wrong. Like he was not allowed to feel this good.

“I-” he places his hand on his forehead “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

Marceline, having seen the commotion, floats on over with Bonnie in tow.

“Is everything alright? Simon?” She turns to him and he doesn’t have an answer. He simply rushed out of the club, trying to ignore all the things that he knew would make him want to stay. Including the extremely concerned look Bonnie had, the confused one Marcy wore, and the hugely self-conscious and disappointed look on Samira’s face.

Chapter 9

#fionna and cake #adventure time simon #simon pertrikov #fionna and cake fanfic #i love simon so much #original character #simon petrikov fionna and cake #adventure time #simon petrikov adventure time #simon fanfic #simon petrikov fanfic #original character fanfic #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #marceline adventure time #adventure time marceline #x OC #Simon petrikov × OC #ice king #simon and betty #simon and marcy #marcy and simon #adventure time x OC #adventure time x OC smut #headcanon #simon fionna and cake × OC #simon petrikov smut #adventure time fionna and cake Simon #adventure time Simon Petrikov × OC #fem! reader

[an-archaic-archivist]

Glitchtrap the puppet master

You ever think about how it must feel being possessed? Not being in control of your own body? I always thought that idea was horrifying. Fnaf Security Breach dabbles in this concept a little and leave some very dark implications as to what it's like. And because of the unsung main antagonist of the game, Glitchtrap.

It seems to me like Glitchtrap gave Glamrock Chica the ability to feel hunger just so he could torture and manipulate her into listening to him. She's always talking about working off those calories. Why else would she be able to feel hunger if she can't even process the food? What would be the point? It's to give Chica a stronger motivation. It's very common for people with anorexia to feel lightheaded and thus, more suggestible. Then, when Gregory crushes her, He amps up that feeling of hunger even more. no living thing can resist the feeling forever, after all. He would egg her on how she isn't good enough, that she isn't as pretty as Roxy. That she would only be useful if she caught Gregory. Speaking of Roxy...

Roxy seems pretty self absorbed most of the time. She's always talking about how she's the best and that no one can beat her. Glitchtrap probably amplified that trait of her so make her easier to control. All he would have to do is keep reinforcing the ideas she already has. You can even see her talking to herself in the mirror at the start of the game. I like to think that's Glitchtrap talking through her in that moment, sensing that Gregory showed up and getting her ready for it. Later on, when Gregory steals her eyes, Glitchtrap decides he's had enough of her failures and drops the kind act. Instead, he constantly berates her, telling her that she's worthless and that no one loves her, which Roxy echoes as she chases you.

I honestly don't have much to say about Monty. I feel like his is more self explanatory. He's somehow even more egotistical than Roxy and is also very aggressive. Glitchtrap heightened both aspects of Monty's personality for the same reasons as Roxy, except now, he wanted to created something much more mindless and persistent than Roxy. Like a wild animal on a leash. Who knows? Maybe that's why Monty might have killed Bonnie. Or maybe Bonnie broke free like Freddy did and tried to save someone. Except Freddy succeeds where he failed. But Gregory was already broken before he had the chance to help him...

While Gregory was Dr. Rabbit, Glitchtrap most likely magnified Gregory's stoicism and lack of empathy. Gregory isn't shown to be the most empathetic person in Security Breach. When Freddy is having an existential crisis when seeing the endo basement and he looks to Gregory for help, Gregory just says that he's a kid and doesn't know these things. Then when Gregory suggests stealing parts from Freddy's friends and Freddy is upset about this, Gregory just says that they're trying to kill him anyway. Keeping in mind that Gregory knows by now that all the animatronics are brainwashed and not acting of their own free will anymore, but he just ignores that. We also see him act very coldly at the end of G.G.Y. Telling Tony to meet him at the Pizzaplex, knowing well that Tony will probably die there. Likely at the hands of our favorite, criminally underutilized character, Vanny.

Vanessa is described in the emails as being a stereotypical girly girl that gets excited about everything and loves glitter and pink and rainbows. She's shown to have a childish side to her. So our old pal Glitchy focused on that part of her. Making it so that his new puppet would not only obey him without question, but would love doing so. Children require attention, Something only Glitchtrap will give her, isolating her from everyone else. Speaking to her like a showman would. Telling her that it's all one big game. A play where she's the star. A game she must win for his approval.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb #Malhare #Glitchtrap #Vanny #Glamrock Chica #Roxxane Wolf #Montgomery Gator #Vanessa #Fnaf Gregory #Fnaf Vanessa #TW mention of anorexia

[terrence-silver]

What do you think is the story between Gus and Natalie and how they met? We don't really get any information other than right at the end, when Gus tells Hawkins "Did you know I took a dirt poor little girl and turned her into a princess?"

---

I think Gus Travis was a bit of an unreliable narrator.

Sure, from his point of view, he did take Natalie, someone who was impoverished, desperate, stuck in a tough spot and showed her the finer things in life, but I don't think it was quite as romantic, idyllic and aspirational as he makes it out to be --- of course, it was romantic, idyllic and aspirational to him, but probably not for Natalie herself who lacked choices. Good ones, anyway. So, she made the choice that was available at the time, when she was very young, and that being getting together with the guy with the cool leather jacket, tall dreams, adamant attitude and the shady business and crew on the side. A sort of 'anything to get out of my hometown that offers me no prospects and no future' type of story ensued. To Gus, meanwhile? It was a Bonnie and Clyde fairytale coming true. I think Gus picked her precisely because she was broke, beautiful, because he knew she would've been likely to accept a life of crime, robbing banks, smuggling and other unsavory activities. That she would likely not escape him even if things got a little too messy and too insane because she had no support network but him and nothing and nobody to escape back to. Not to say no money ever came out of it for Natalie who ended up being way in over her head with Gus.

Oh, there was money, alright.

Things she never experienced.

Travel, expensive dinners, jewelry, nice clothes; but it was the method in which these things were continuously acquired that probably left a bit of a stain on this marriage --- and then a bigger stain, and a bigger one, until it overtook everything. Except, by then, it was too late. She was married to the guy and a well embroidered accomplice and witness in all his illegal schemes; schemes she profited out of too, sadly. If Gus and his associates fell, she would fall with them, and so she was reluctantly forced to trudge along, almost like a hostage in her own existence, from one town to the next, always on the run, always in semi hiding, never with a stable address, never able to put down actual roots, never able to make friends, go out into the world, live a normal life --- because she traded the ability to have a normal life a long time ago, or perhaps, in her case, she never had a chance for a normal life anyway, tragically enough. She was, in effect, a wanted woman now too, by association. Her story, I think, is eerily similar to someone who was promised 'the good life' by a pimp or a human trafficker and then put to work selling her body. That never happened to Natalie herself, but Gus might've done it to countless others; the bulk of the profit ending up going into the supposed princess treatment she enjoyed. I almost envision that initially, Natalie hoped Gus would've gotten bored of her overtime because she figured these criminal types are volatile and ever-changing and that once she was stable on her feet, she would leave because Gus would've dismissed her for someone different. Or even several different people.

Natalie hoped her presence in Gus' life was only temporary.

Thing is, Gus Travis is one obsessive son of a gun and that never happened.

Quite the opposite, he turned out to be pathologically jealous, controlling, violent, abusive, possessive, paranoid and his grip on Natalie who felt her marriage to him would've long since ended by now just never did and here she was, entirely trapped by a man who refused to let her go and who increasingly smothered every bit of liberty she still had. No wonder Natalie was so overtaken by guilt, anxiety, tension, melancholy and the desire to just run away when we first meet her. Run away by any means necessary. I almost have a theory that her brief lived affair and friendship with Hawkins wasn't exactly love or even attraction--- that it wasn't necessarily a whirlwind romance --- but just another deliberate and tactical way 'to get out'. Ensure she does something Gus Travis will never forgive her for and that is backstabbing, betraying him and breaking his heart to the point he won't be able to be with her anymore and he'll either have the choice of killing her or letting her go; both options seeming preferable to her.

Which wow --- is tremendously sad.

#black point #black point 2002 #gus travis #natalie #backstory #character analysis #hawkins

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The Never-Ending Wedding

The Royal Wedding Rewrite where the Isle kids are feral.

Made together with @hannahhook7744 ♥♥♥

***Audrey Rose***

It’s only a week to the Royal Wedding, and things are getting a bit over Audrey’s head: Not only was she volunteered to plan the entire occasion, instead of, you know, the future queen herself, or even Jane, but the pirates simply will not listen to her. Or, and that might be the worse option, they will listen and then disregard her well meant crash course in etiquette anyway.

Audrey thinks she might get an aneurysm in that case.

Well, she would be surprised to survive the wedding intact anyway, what with Queen Mal and her grandmother and the assembled Isle kids, but hey. She doesn’t even care anymore.

„Shut up, you low-lifes!“ Uma disciplines her crew with what passes as affection if Audrey closes both of her eyes, „And let the princess speak!“

And even if their Captain’s words wouldn’t shut the crew up, Harry’s dark glare certainly would. It‘s kind of impressive, really.

Audrey stops staring at the pair and nods a quick thank you towards them.

„As I was saying,“ she picks up her abandoned train of thoughts, „This is The Royal Wedding. The event of the decade, if not century. A certain behavior is expected from you.“

Ivy de Vil politely raises her hand like a true elegant lady and asks: „Is it arson?“

…Audrey doesn’t know what she expected.

„Ivy!“ Uma scolds her crewmate, „It’s not arson, it never is!“

The pirates facepalm, CJ outright pouts, and Ivy scoffs: „Well, yeah. But they should know better than that by now, really.“

Audrey can’t say she disagrees, and judging by Uma’s expression, she doesn‘t completely disagree either. 

But that doesn’t matter, because Audrey spent far too much time on the decorations to let Ivy or CJ even touch it.

„No arson,“ she says as firmly as she can, which is very firmly, apparently, because the pirates calm down, and when Audrey glances up, she sees Harry nodding approvingly. Nice.

Anyway.

„No arson,“ she repeats, „No explosions. No assassinations, no poisonings at the reception. If you want to fight, take it outside.“

Why must they all pout at her? Including Harry and Uma? It’s making this whole deal a bit distracting, thank you for checking in.

The brief silence is cracked by Bonny, leaning forward with slightly manic expression in her face:

„And if we want to fight the Beast?“

Beside her, Desiree, CJ and Gonzo nod eagerly and neither the Captain nor the first mate look too put out by the prospect either, and, you know what, Audrey doesn’t have the energy for this.

„Take it outside,“ she states blankly, unfazed when Bonny pumps her fist in the air and CJ practically screeches. That’s normal.

„Now, to get to the more formal side of things–“ Audrey gracefully ignores Uma staring daggers at her crew and quickly breezes through a few very basic etiquette requirements, to which no one is paying attention anyway. Harry pipes up once to remind his little sister that contrary to what she might believe, the dining napkins are not to be used as garottes.

At this point, Audrey would like to point out that she doesn’t think that CJ has received an invitation. As well as a few other pirates, maybe? But Audrey feels safer not pointing that out. Ever.

A sudden thought crosses her mind:

„Now, and I cannot stress it enough, it's a ring bearER, not a ring bear. Please, do NOT bring any wild animals to the royal wedding. The queen is quite enough to manage, thank you.“

Uma snickers, which causes Harry to cackle and that causes Audrey to lose her thoughts again. Fuck.

Where was she?

She clears her throat and finally manages to pull her thoughts together.

„Right, next up, the bride. She will be wearing a traditional white dress, and she will be the only one in white, got it? We do not show up in white. We do not try to one-up the bride, however tempting that might be.“

(Audrey would so love to show up in a way better dress than Mal, but unfortunately, she was brought up better than that. Yes, she regrets it on a daily basis.)

Either way, the pirates laugh, and Ivy de Vil pouts. Audrey doesn’t want to even  think about that.

She continues:

„We do not try to one-up the groom either. And I’m looking at you, Harry.“

He has the freaking audacity to take a slight bow and wink at her as he says „Can’t promise anything, princess,“ and Audrey forgets to breathe for a second.

She chokes on air immediately after, when Gil confusedly asks why not. It wouldn’t be that difficult promise to give, would it now?

Audrey lets Chad deal with that one.

She continues to describe the ceremony and then the first dance:

„The first dance is for the enamored couple only,“ she says, „Savvy?“

…Hey, she picked that up from Harry and it’s shorter than any alternative! Besides, Uma and Harry have the crew so drilled that they straighten their backs and nod as soon as they hear that word, which is honestly good enough for Audrey.

She looks over at Uma and Harry to see if she has forgotten anything, because even as she feels pretty confident that she covered everything, the two know their crew way better, anyway.

And really, they add their own comments, either too outlandish or too simple for Audrey to think of them:

„Do not steal anything.“

„Especially not the wedding rings.“

„You do get a pass at queen Leah’s jewelry, though.“

…Has Audrey mentioned that the two have picked up a bit of vendetta against her grandmother yet?

„And if you do steal anything, remember to share.“

„Harry!“

„What? Am I wrong, love?“

„…Fine.“

„You heard the Captain, noble swindlers, the royal jewels besides the wedding rings are free real estate as long as you go by the pirate code!“

Audrey still doesn’t know what the pirate code exactly is, and at this point, she is too afraid to ask.

Uma tepidly argues back.

She has a feeling that the royal wedding will be more of an occasion that she anticipated, though.

„Oh, speaking of which. If you want to ask too personal questions-“

„Like deadly allergies or treasury security-“

„-Yes, like that, get them sufficiently drunk before. Yes, that goes for freakishly detailed questions about familiar anamnesis too, Marya.“

Marya pouts.

„And Claudine?“ 

„Yes?“

„If you see something your father wouldn't agree with, figuratively bite your tongue and remind yourself that your father is a fucking cultist that fully deserves the keelhaul treatment. Yeah?“

„Got it,“ Frollo’s daughter with too bright eyes nods, and yes.

It will certainly be way more interesting.

***Evie***

"Okay, so does everyone remember what they're supposed to do?" Evie asked, both excited and exasperated after an hour of lecturing Mal, Jay, and Carlos on what to do and what not to do at a wedding. While also silently hoping that not giving the same talk to their AK friends wouldn't come back to bite her. 

"Jane and I are to keep Diego from running late and doing anything stupid while he helps Hadie get ready for the wedding" Carlos chimed in from the laptop, looking bored. Tired of the conversation. 

"And?" Evie prodded, hands on her hips.

"I am to not give Diego and Doug any ideas about what songs to play at the reception, wedding, and after party" the younger boy sighed, pouting slightly. 

"Jay?"

"I am to welcome the guests in an appropriate manner."

"Which means?"

"No swearing or back handed compliments, and no stealing shit in plain sight."

"Mal?"

Mal looked very, very annoyed– almost like a feral cat– as she replied "I am not to insult or pick fights with anyone. Especially not Ben's parents. Or spit out food even if it tastes gross."

She was far too tired from the lecture to be freaking out about the whole thing. 

Evie smiled, pleased before turning to Dizzy– Who was the flower girl. "And what is the rule for everyone, Diz?"

Dizzy sat up, beaming bright. Nearly knocking over Anthony who was writing something down that Evie dearly hoped wasn't another drinking game. The isle kids almost got alcohol poisoning last time they played one of those.

"No insulting the gods and goddesses– especially not Eris–, no climbing on anything, no biting or scratching anyone, no stabbing or shooting or hitting anyone, and under no circumstances should we start a food fight–"

Evie put a hand up, smiling. "Good. Celia?"

Celia looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. "No conning people or eating the wedding cake before Mal cuts into it. And no telling scary stories to the Smee twins or convincing them the opposite way to do things as a joke."

Evie clapped "perfect! Now does everyone remember what time they need to show up?"

Everyone answered all at once. 

"8:00 am"

"6:00 am"e

"8:00 pm"

"4:30 pm"

Evie sighed. 

It was gonna be a long couple of days. 

#disney descendants #the royal wedding #the never ending wedding #the isle of the lost novellas #melissa de la cruz #audrey rose #audrey descendants #uma descendants #harry hook #chad charming #gil descendants #cj hook #uma’s crew #claudine frollo #marya rasputin #mal bertha #mal descendants #ivy de vil #evie descendants #evie grimhilde #jay son of jafar #jay descendants #carlos de vil #dizzy tremaine #anthony descendants #celia facilier #ben x mal #harry hook x uma x audrey rose #the isle kids are menaces

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

janAUary #1 - grocery store

pairing: Bonnie x Willy Wonka (2023)

summary: Willy becomes quite the regular customer at Bonnie's grocery store

word count: 1154

author's note: this was very much just a warm-up style drabble !!! just flexing the muscles - not my best work, but fun to write :) divider is from @/yaynowimglad

Bonnie was used to slow days. She had only been in charge for a couple years, but she could probably count the customers she had seen in her time as the owner on just her two hands. Her grandmother had left it to her in the will, and she had worked there since she was a teenager - come to think of it, it had always been pretty slow.

Of course, Bonnie’s store, The Concoctor's Cabinet, didn’t sell just milk and eggs and bread. She sold things far more interesting - like liquified sun rays and phoenix feathers. The handmade shelves were chock full of jars of some of the rarest ingredients found all around the world. She would’ve thought all the rich freaks in this part of Europe would be chomping at the bit to get their hands on stuff like this - where else around here could you find literal lightning in a bottle? But it apparently wasn’t interesting enough for more than a single novelty visit for many back when the place first opened… While her grandmother was still alive.

So, naturally, on a random Tuesday in the early days of winter, Bonnie expected not to see a single soul during her work day. That is, until she saw a frail young man barrel in the door. She watched him from the counter for a moment before greeting him, taking note of his mannerisms. He looked… Different. Nothing like the customers she’d seen in the past. Not much like her other regulars, either, come to think of it. His clothes were brighter, albeit a little dirty, and he wore a brown top hat over his tousled hair. She almost wanted to laugh, until he looked up and met her eyes.

“Good afternoon,” she stammered. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

The man smiled, removing his hat and placing it under his arm. “As a matter of fact, you can. I was told I might be able to find some griffin tooth here?”

“Oh! Absolutely, let me take you to it,” Bonnie replied, leaving her post to lead the way. Surely she could have simply pointed to the shelf, seeing as the shop wasn’t exactly big, but customer engagement was important to her - after all, for all she knew, a personalized shopping experience could be the difference between a lifetime regular and a one-time novelty shopper. The two took a short walk over to the right corner of the store, where all the gold products were - Bonnie liked to organize them by color, she thought it made things look prettier. 

“Okay, owl feather, pot of gold, golem gear… Ah! Griffin tooth! How much were you looking to get?”

“Well, how much you got?”

“It looks like… About four jars.”

“I’ll take ‘em all,” the man beamed. “I mean, it’s a miracle I was even able to find any… Thank you.”

“Of course! You’re very welcome, mister…”

“Wonka,” he said, filling in the blank. “Willy Wonka.”

“Well, Mr. Wonka, you are very welcome,” Bonnie repeated.

“Please, call me Willy,” the man insisted.

“Was Mr. Wonka your father?” Bonnie asked, attempting to joke with him as they made their way back to the checkout counter.

“No, I don’t know my father’s name, actually,” Willy responded.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he grinned.

Bonnie’s face tinted pink as she took her place behind the counter, setting herself up to make the sale. All the while, Willy kept his eyes on her, watching as she typed away on her system. She looked to be about his age, which was wonderful news for Willy for a multitude of reasons. For one, it gave him hope for his own business venture - if Bonnie could run a shop like this, surely he could make it with his chocolate shop. It also gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he could finally find a friend his own age in her. For much of his life, Willy really only knew people older than him - well, Noodle being the exception. But, on the boat, all of his coworkers were a bit older, and his new friends from Scrubbit's were all a bit older, and even much of his customer base proved to be at least a few years older than he was. He felt like he was so far behind them - maybe someone like Bonnie could help him catch up.

“Okay, so… four jars of griffin tooth… That comes to twelve sovereigns!” Bonnie said cheerfully, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Really?” Willy asked, tilting his head to the side. “Just… Just twelve sovereigns?”

“Sure,” Bonnie shrugged. “Three sovereigns per jar, four jars… That makes twelve sovereigns.”

Willy looked at her bewildered, his expression suggesting some kind of boyish glee. Bonnie’s blush surely got darker, though she couldn’t tell considering her cheeks had been a little hot since he walked through the door. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever found griffin tooth at that kind of price before,” Willy said. “I mean, I almost feel like I’m stealing from you. You’re sure that’s all I owe you?”

“Positive,” Bonnie nodded. “My grandmother always wanted to keep the prices reasonable - she always said everyone deserved the finest goods at the fairest price.”

“Well, your grandmother sounds like she was a wise woman.”

“Yeah, she was,” Bonnie replied, grinning to herself.

She finished ringing up the sale, putting the twelve sovereigns in her register, then gently wrapping up each jar. Her packaging was something she prided herself on, and as she stealthily glanced up at Willy, she could tell he was a fan of it too.

“I like that paper you’re using, it’s pretty,” he mused, his eyes fixated on the burgundy striped paper curling around the jar in Bonnie's hands.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Gotta keep the jars safe, you know? I don’t want them to break and make a mess in the bag.”

“Well, I appreciate the gesture. Not too many shop owners around here seem to put in the level of care you do. I mean, even down to the decor… I can tell there’s a lot of love in this place. I can only hope my shop can feel a fraction as nice as this.”

“You have a shop?” Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow as she slid the bag of griffin tooth closer to him.

“I do! Wonka’s Chocolate Shop, down at the Gallery Gourmet.”

“Chocolate… Is that what you need all this griffin tooth for?”

“Sure is! Not all at once, of course, but it never hurts to have a little extra… You should come by! I’ll let you taste test the batch I use your ingredients for.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bonnie said, offering a nod and a smile.

Willy put his hat back on, tipping it to her as he picked up the bag and headed for the door. “Bonnie was it?”

“Yep, that’s me!”

“I will definitely be back.”

#rye writes ! #janauary2024 #ship: sugar rush #self ship #self shipping

[amariaamaris]

Bonnie Bennett OC Celebration Day 7: Free For All

Bjorn was born of lightning; the first storm gestated him and the lightning strike that followed birthed him to the world. When Qetsiyah came into the world, he knew that he needed to go deep into hiding. With magic birthing in the Bennett line, he knew that soon other family lines would have magic birthed through them as well. Bjorn was also aware that though they now will have magic, they will misunderstand and fear elementals. Those born directly from Gaia will also be her most favored children. While the witches are meant to help safeguard and protect elementals.

Bjorn, though, is well aware that is not how humans work. The fear and misunderstanding will turn to hate and coveting. Which warps into violence and shackling those with more power to those with less. Using vicious spells and control to bring Elementals to heal. He disappeared deep into the mountains that kissed the sky. Where the storms rage even more powerful and where he can be left in peace.

Bjorn can feel the lightning pulsing through his veins as clouds roll darkly in the sky. The rumbling of the motorcycle beneath him as he navigates the roads is the only thing keeping him grounded. Keeping his rage from exploding out of him, he focuses his attention on getting to the last Bennett witch. Had he known her friends had pushed her to practicing expression. He would have fried them from the inside out a long time ago.

When Bjorn finds Bonnie, she’s in the middle of the town square; watching the hellfire undulate around her. With her eyes black and her magic writhing around her like a viper. Ready to strike at any moment; Bjorn feels his skin crawl. Expression is a parasite; it’s whole purpose is to use and hollow out. He’s been around long enough to see it happen to many witches and warlocks.

Bjorn refuses to let it happen to Bonnie.

He gathers his lightning into a sharp point he knows will explode out the moment it touches her magic. But, he’s willing to risk the potential of destroying the town (he never has liked this town anyway). With a barely there prayer to Gaia, he throws the lightning into her magic and watches as it explodes. Parting and streaking through her magic, breaking it apart and cleansing it.

However, in doing so, Bonnie loses control of the hellfire and the lightning and hellfire mix. It’s as though time stands still for a heartbeat, then thunder rumbles through the air as a powerful lightning bolt slams into the middle of the fire. It’s as though the air gets sucked completely away and Bjorn's eyes go wide.

In a split second he has Bonnie on the ground with his body covering hers. As a massive explosion shakes the entire town. Hellfire and lightning flood through the town in a violent mix of two very different intentions. However, Bjorn’s intention was stronger than Bonnie’s. Along with his prayer to Gaia, his birth, and how long he’s been walking the earth. His magic easily overpowered Bonnie’s.

“Come, Igniculum. We need to move.” Bjorn lifts himself up and pulls Bonnie up with him while taking in the damage done to Mystic Falls. He can see the dazed and confused look in Bonnie’s eyes. As she finally starts to come back to herself after three months of being lost in expression magic.

“W-what?” Bonnie’s eyelids flutter, “Bjorn? What happened? Fulgur, I don’t feel so good.” her voice is weak as her head lolls a bit. Bjorn doesn’t answer her, knowing that she’ll be out like a light soon enough. He just lifts her up and carries her with him.

“Soon, Igniculum. I will tell you soon enough. Rest now and when you awake, all will be taken care of.” Bjorn knows that he has murder in his eyes as he thinks of how he will take care of Bonnie’s friends. He hopes that they will pray to whatever gods they believe in for mercy.

For Bjorn and his gods will have none.

(Igniculum - Little Fire, Fulgur - Lightning)

( @thebennettdiaries​ )

#bboccelebration #bonnie bennett #tvd #the vampire diaries #this really isn't where I meant to go with it #but I guess it works? #Latin thanks to google translate #idk why this is how it went but it just kinda did #woopsie #I think my favorite one is day 5 cause it actually turned out how I wanted it to #goodnight #lowkey still sleep deprived

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Foolin’ (10/20) // eddie munson x ofc

Summary: Eddie drags Kat to Merrill’s Pumpkin Farm. They jam out on the car ride there, but the car ride back consists of him consoling her.

Warnings: panic attack, smoking, flirty banter, spicy tension, possible allusion to a kink idk?,

Word count: 2.9k

Taglist: @munchabunch @morphie316sims @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader

Orange, reds, and yellows painted the town of Hawkins. It was the week of Halloween, which fell on a Thursday this year. On Monday, Kat spent most of her classes daydreaming about a costume or if she’d even wear one at all. It wasn’t until lunch that day that her plans for the week started to solidify.

“Hey, Kat, what are you up to later?” Eddie asked in a hushed tone.

“Uhh, nothing important.” She responded.

“‘Kay. You’re coming with me to pick up pumpkins for this week’s campaign. I wanna have it all decorated and shit for them.” He pointed his chin quickly at the freshman additions to the Hellfire Club.

Kat shrugged, but then froze and slowly turned to look at him. “Oh no. You’re gonna make me carve them too, aren’t you?”

Eddie gave her his token devilish smile. “You know me too well.” In response, Kat gave him her token eye-roll, only this time she did it playfully. She accepted her fate within the midst of Eddie’s group and, not that she would admit it, was looking forward to spending time with him later. “Just follow me home after school and leave your car at my house.”

“Alright, that works, because I, uh, wasn’t exactly paying attention on the drive that one time I was there…” Kat trailed off with a sheepish look on her face. Eddie lightly laughed as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

The pair went their separate ways until it was time to reconvene once school was over. Kat was blasting her mixtape as she followed Eddie on the drive back to his home. She found herself paying close attention to every twist and turn of the road. Now that she was fully alert this time, she essentially had the route memorized. As she pulled in on the passenger side of Eddie’s van, One Hundred Years by the Cure was blaring from her speakers. Eddie was quickly running inside as Kat cut the engine and got out of her car. While she was waiting, she leaned against his van, pulling a cigarette out of her purse, lighting it, and taking a long drag. Half way through, Eddie came out with a tiny tin box. He looked at her inquisitively.

“Since when do you smoke those?” He asked.

Kat shrugged. “Only when I feel like it.”

“Fair enough. Here.” Eddie responded, tossing the box towards Kat, which she caught. She had her cigarette hanging from her mouth as she inspected its contents. Inside, a handful of pre-rolled joints. Kat smiled as she climbed into the van.

Once she was situated she handed Eddie her cigarette, “Here,” she said. Eddie began to finish it off as Kat took one of the joints, lighting it, and taking a hit from it. “So where are we going on this little adventure?” She asked after exhaling a cloud of smoke and putting the joint in the ashtray Eddie had in his cup holder.

“So on the outskirts of town is the pumpkin farm. Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch I think it’s called? Last year there was some super weird disease that killed all of them and like every living plant around. I heard they were almost back to normal this year, so hopefully they have some. If not, we’ll have some pumpkin huntin’ to do.”

Kat nodded in response as she leaned over to fiddle with the radio. “Uh, you know I have some tapes–” Eddie started. “Yeah well, sometimes I like to see what’s on the radio.” She said as she turned the dial, scanning through all the stations. It wasn’t until she came across the opening piano riffs to Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding Out For A Hero'' that she became excited. “This is my song!” She excitedly said as she began shimmying in her seat and air drumming.

“Are you… Oh, yep. She’s serious.” Eddie commented as he split his glances between her and the road.

“Don’t even tell me you don’t know it. There’s no way you only listen to metal.” Kat said before she belted out the lyrics. Eddie loved seeing Kat like this – genuinely happy and having fun. It was infectious. Just before the chorus started, Eddie let out a sigh, caving in. Together they sang at the top of their lungs, “I need a hero, I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night, He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast, And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight.” Eddie was using the steering wheel as a drum as he got into the song, swaying and shaking his head. Kat was just belting her heart out and air drumming her favorite part before the chorus. “See? I knew you knew it.” Kat smirked at Eddie.

“And you will tell no one.”

“Oh yes. Satan forbid we tarnish your delinquent image.” Kat said mockingly.

“Someone has to strike fear into the townspeople of Hawkins.” This made Kat burst out laughing.

“You…are the least…frightening person…I have…ever met!” She said struggling to breathe between laughs.

Eddie patiently waited for her to calm down and collect herself. “You good now?”

“Phew, yeah. Don’t make me laugh like that. Damn, you do have some good shit. You weren’t kidding.” Kat said, referencing the weed from the beginning of the ride.

“I told you I had good shit.”

“Okay, well, this is, like, the middle of nowhere. I set my expectations low.”

“You should know by now to never underestimate me, sweetheart.” Kat’s stomach lurched at the pet name. Luckily, she didn’t have a chance to react to it as they had reached the pumpkin farm. “Alright, so we need to find a giant one, a couple medium-ish sized ones, and some small ones that we won’t have to carve.”

“‘Kay. I’m on it.”

They both got out of the van and walked over to the fresh patch. An older man in a plaid shirt waved at them, Eddie returned the wave. Kat wandered around, closely inspecting the pumpkins she came across. She found two perfectly matching pumpkins just begging to be carved and carried them over to Eddie for his approval. “Those’ll do,” he quipped. Kat nodded and walked over to the man.

“Hi! I’m gonna take these two here.”

“Alrighty, miss, that’ll be $4.” Kat got out her wallet and paid the man, making sure Eddie didn’t see what she was doing. “Hey, uh, you’re the new girl here aren’t ya?” He asked as he took the money Kat handed him.

“Uh, yeah, just got here the end of August.”

“Ah. Well, the name’s Merrill. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you, Merrill. My name’s Kat.”

“You got here during a good year. Last year, oof, it was a rough one. Every single pumpkin rotted. Some weird chemical mishap or somethin’. Government had to get involved, that weird lab on the other side of town was doin’ all sorts of tests.” An uneasy feeling started to fall over Kat.

“Well, I’m glad this year has been treating you better. Uh, I’m gonna go put these pumpkins…”

“Oh yeah yeah, have a nice day!” Kat smiled at him as she took the pumpkins to the van. Once she put them inside, she walked back over to Eddie to help him in his search. That unsettled feeling having only increased.

Eddie glanced over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps near him, making sure it was Kat. “Which one is bigger?”

“Hm…the left one. Have you… really been debating that this whole time?”

“Kat. The Halloween campaign is a very big deal.”

“Okay, so why not get both and then have the two I picked out on either side?”

“That could work…” Eddie mused, the wheels turning in his mind about how he was going to decorate the campaign room. Kat looked over at the barren field of last year’s harvest. Eddie gathered the pumpkins and went to pay Merrill. Kat said she’d be a moment, as she was drawn to the other side of the field. She didn’t know why, but she needed a closer look.

The old patch merely looked dried up and disheveled. Dried leaves and vines lined the ground. They had a darkness that clung to them, like whatever had caused them to rot still lingered. Patches of burnt ground also scattered the area. The closer Kat got and the closer she inspected, the more she felt sick to her stomach. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Alarmed at the sensation, she touched her neck to feel the freshly formed goosebumps. She didn’t know why, but she then reached down to touch one of the dead vines. Her mind instantly was flooded with images. The one that caused her to jump back was reminiscent of her dreams she had, usually during her tolerance breaks. A hand with burnt looking flesh and as if the muscles were exposed and extremely long clawed fingers was reaching out to her. She was in total blackness and almost felt like she had fallen back into the abyss. She hit the ground, snapping her out of an almost trancelike state. Immediately, her eyes widened in panic and she hightailed it back to the van, not stopping until she was in the seat and buckled. Her breathing was ragged and heavy when Eddie got back into the van.

“Kat what happened… are you o–”

“Drive! Just drive! I- I- I need– We have to get out of here!” She said in a rush. Eddie did as he was told and got the hell out of there. The concerned look did not leave his face until well into the ride. Kat’s eyes still wide and searching for something neither of them knew what. The goosebumps she had on her neck had yet to go away. Her head snapped down and she began rustling through Eddie’s tapes on his floor, grabbing Piece of Mind by Iron Maiden and putting it in the cassette player. The sound of the music instantly calmed her and snapped her out of her strange panic attack. She then relit the joint and took a couple hits from it. Finally able to collect herself.

“Kat, seriously. You’re freaking me out here, man. What the hell is going on?” Eddie asked, his voice tinged with slight fear and dripping with concern.

“I don’t… I honestly don’t know what that was. It’s just…as soon as Merrill mentioned that lab and I saw the old patch and touched that vine…” Kat shook her head and looked out the window, not wanting to face Eddie. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

“Never. You don’t spook easy. Something happened. You can tell me. No judgement here.”

Kat took a deep breath, still avoiding eye contact. Eddie kept glancing over at her. “So if I don’t smoke for a while, I have this same dream. It’s always the same one. And when I touched that vine– Which I don’t even know why I did, but I just felt like I had to. I saw the…the thing from my dream. It was reaching out, trying to grab me, and- and- it was like I was falling back into nothingness. I just… I can’t even describe the feeling. It was evil. It was more than despair. And I know how crazy this sounds. Sometimes, this town, it just… I mean, do you feel it? Like there’s something not right with this town? And I don’t mean the people being completely idiotic. I mean like, there’s a darkness that’s just… lurking. I’m crazy. I sound crazy! You’re friends with a lunatic. Congrats.” Kat threw her head back into the seat, put her hands over her face and groaned.

“Look, since that Byers kid went missing in ‘83, weird shit has been happening here constantly. And, I dunno, I never really thought about it, but ever since then it does feel like something major’s gonna happen. So no, today didn’t make me think you’re crazy. That was something I already knew.” He looked at her smiling, trying to lighten the mood. “I mean come on, you wailed on Jason. You seriously fucked him right up. No sane person would ever do that.” Kat looked at him and smiled weakly, starting to chuckle.

“Fair point,” she said, smiling wider. “Okay so you’ve felt it too about this town. Even that aside… Have you ever just felt like you’re going crazy?”

“Kat, come on now. Only on, uh, a daily basis.” He casted her a reassuring look. She looked over at him with another sheepish smile. Her embarrassment from her panic attack slowly subsiding the farther and farther away they drove from the farm.

When they got back to Eddie’s, he didn’t take his eyes off Kat, needing to make sure she was better. She got out of the van, grabbing each pumpkin she picked in her arms, and made her way towards the trailer’s door.

“Hey, uh, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to…” Eddie started to say, trailing off.

“After all that, you really think I wanna sit in my house by myself?” Kat laughed as she shook her head and then nodded towards the door, letting him know she was ready to go inside. Eddie shrugged at that. Her comment did make sense and he didn’t want her to be alone. Hidden by the curtain of hair surrounding his face, he smiled to himself as he opened the trailer up. It was the only time he would let his composure slip as happiness enveloped him knowing Kat actually wanted to spend her time with him.

Kat placed her two pumpkins on the small dining table and walked over to the kitchen, studying it as she tried to guess where the knives were kept. Eddie swiftly put the rest of the pumpkins on the counter, then went right up beside Kat, reaching past her to open the drawer to her right. His arm making contact with hers as he grabbed some knives for carving pumpkins. “Gonna guess these are what you’re looking for?” He asked, standing behind her, his voice hovering right by her ear. Her heartbeat increased at his sudden, close proximity. She gulped, hopefully unbeknownst to him. “Y-yeah. Wanted to see if I could guess where they were.”

“So close, yet so far.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he lazily placed one knife on the counter. The other he raised slowly towards himself, skimming the backside of it along Kat’s arm. “So very far…” As if nothing had just happened and the unspoken tension between them wasn’t as thick as pea soup, Eddie whirled around, directing his attention to a mission to set up the carving stations. Kat shook her head quickly as an attempt to collect herself, but decided two could play this game. She grabbed the knife he left out for her, closing the drawer. Turning around so suddenly, she caught his eye and tightened the grip on her knife. “Freak.” She smirked long enough for him to notice, then quickly darted to the table. “Alright so what’s the plan? What kind of designs are you thinking?”

Eddie took a second to quickly catch his breath. “Well this campaign is about Kas the Bloody Handed. So, I’m thinking vampire teeth on the two big ones and swords on your two.”

“You want me… to carve a sword?” Kat asked incredulously.

“Yeah, it’s vital to the campaign.”

“Campaign? Why do you always call it that?”

“Kat, it’s for Hellfire club.”

“So? What does that have to do with campaigning?”

Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. “Do you ever pay attention to what we talk about at lunch?”

“Most of the time I try to tune you guys out.”

He bowed his head in defeat, sighing again. “Dungeons and Dragons. D&D?” He paused seeing if Kat would know what that was, but she just stared blankly at him. “We play…it’s a role playing game. The games are called campaigns.”

Kat’s eyes darted around as she wracked her brain trying to piece together why this sounded familiar. “Oh! The nerd game that everyone thinks is a Satanic cult, which is why they call you a freak, but completely miss that you’re really just a big nerd.” Kat smiled at him teasingly.

“It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.” Eddie said simply, surprised at Kat giving that an eyeroll.

“Just keep proving my point, Bilbo, you are a nerd.”

Eddie smirked. “Clearly it takes one to know one if you’re picking up on my nerdy book reference.”

“Reading nerdy books as a kid is way different than playing a game where you pretend to be a wizard or something as a senior in high school.”

“Mmm, nope. You’re not getting out of this one, Ramsay. You just outed yourself as a tried and true nerd.”

“Still not even close to your level of nerdiness. You’re miles ahead of me.”

Eddie laughed. “Touché,” he said as he searched a cupboard, handing Kat one of the paper bags he had found. “Here, for the guts.”

“These brats better appreciate my efforts for them.” Kat said as she started to cut into the pumpkin.

“I won’t give them any other choice.” Eddie said flatly as he did the same.

Kat tried as best she could to hide the smile that wanted to paint itself across her face. Hanging out with Eddie hasn’t made Kat this genuinely happy since…she couldn’t even remember when. Not that she would admit that to him outright, but from the fleeting glances he stole of her, he knew. There was only so much Kat could hide as just merely being around Eddie started to chip away at the walls she had spent so long building around herself.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things 4

[facelessfrey]

Roswell New Mexico - Season 4, Episode 12

Okay...so there needs to be a rule where you’re never allowed to actually reference a ship name in the actual show it’s from. Especially not if you have it in literal dialogue. Especially if that dialogue is meant to be taken seriously at all. I mean you definitely shouldn’t put up a “Malex forever” sign at your wedding in the costco upside down either but I REALLY never need to hear it spoken out loud. Hahaha

That aside....

Let me try once again to understand the Plot of this show. So...the entire purpose for needing Liz was just to remove the tattoo. Okay. And then Clyde wants to go back to the homeland and take over as the new cult leader, which I’m still super skeptical of because again...it’s been 70 odd years since they all left. So either it’s a wasteland because of all of Jones’ destruction or everyone has moved on. But I guess Bonnie’s powers have somehow give Clyde an upgrade so now he’s less pathetic? Sure? And then...there’s the Alighting? So is the Alighting just the blue flame healing Oasis after Jones destroyed it? I still think it would be really nice if they just gave us a straightforward definition of this dumb term they’ve been throwing around for four seasons. So...Jones destroyed Oasis with fire to cleanse it and then had clones lined up to help him be immortal but Nora, Louise and Theo took Max and the formula and fled on a refugee ship that also happened to have a bunch of Ophiuchus members on it and Jones tagged along so he could get his clone and his formula to make more and then go back to Oasis to blue flame the planet into an inhabitable place again? Is that it? Maybe??? Help. Haha

Okay...enough of that. 

I appreciate Michael not wanting to get married in the blue filter land. That was a nice solid he did the gif makers. I also enjoyed his “I’m gonna save Alex no matter what” energy he had throughout the episode because we’ve certainly been lacking that this season. Also Michael crying at the end the he just wants to build a home with Alex? Yes please. And I liked that Alex was like “you’re right we should keep fighting.” Them both trying to have some hope for and in each other was nice to see. 

Also....there were some actual group scenes with Alex in them! It’s a Roswell miracle! 

Now...can mr blue flame just use that to fix Alex too or...? I mean a Malex handprint would be nice and all but I don’t really care at this point how they heal Alex as long as they do to get him to the wedding on time. 

I’m glad we got our little Kybel moments. I wish they didn’t have to be as rushed as they have been but it is what it is. They’re still cute. 

I like sponsor Rosa. I like that she’s stable enough to be that for someone else now. Her growth in this show has always been so lovely to watch. 

And then...there’s Max and Liz...haha. I just don’t know that there’s enough time left to fix them. I mean I’m sure they’ll put a bandaid over their relationship yet again but like...I just feel like they’re such a mess. I don’t think they’re each other’s turquoise. I feel like they do hold each other back even if they don’t mean to. I don’t know. 

I mean...cool Max has his powers back I guess. For the plot. Can he blue flame Liz’s brain too? Get everyone back to status quo so we can end the show on a non depressing note? Or maybe Liz can just remain broken brained and then she won’t constantly be trying to use his dna to advance science unethically? Haha. I guess we’ll find out. 

The whole Tezca thing....with Isobel so upset to lose her? I was just like “I don’t care bye”. They really just did not do well in making me care at all about her or her five second relationship with Isobel. But...I guess she redeemed herself? Did she go down through the quicksand too I guess? I just can’t believe she died without aliensplaining the Alighting to me. 

Did Maria connect with Dallas because they’re secretly related? Are we ever going to find out who her father is? 

Also..where the fuck did Sonya come from? She just popped out of nowhere and I was so confused. And every time they try and talk about Deep Sky just kills me because it’s just nothing. It’s nothing. It’s never made any sense. Stop talking about it like it does. But sure...they paid the actress for another episode so she could help Maria talk to Dallas? Fine. Whatever. 

And then we have Shivani who I just still could not care less about. But I’m still just like “WHERE IS YOUR WIFE?!” Is she seriously only going to appear in that mindscape episode or will she show up for the finale? Just...what was the point? Also Shivani built that robot hand for Clyde real fast. 

Speaking of Clyde...wow I still do not care. I can mildly appreciate that Bonnie is at least on the good side now but I also do not care about her and they keep getting so much screen time. They literally had Clyde in handcuffs and they didn’t just kill him? Handcuff him in the path of the storm? Something? 

Also as much as I loved Dallas at the start of this season, I feel like he’s kind of gotten lost in all the plot nonsense in the latter half. I hope he still gets to marry Michael and Alex in better lighting so he’s a proper part of it all. 

All in all, I did kind of think this episode was fun because there was finally urgency and everyone working together and Alex was actually mildly a part of all of it even if he was just there dying most of the time. Still...progress in our final hours. Haha. 

Now...I hope we can just fix this whole Clyde mess and heal up Alex in the first half of the episode so we can dedicate a good chunk of time to the Malex wedding where they better not have anything actually say Malex this time. Just let me have Michael and Alex getting married. Let me have Kybel dancing. I think we’re getting Greg back maybe? Or so I’ve seen people say. That would be nice. And I suppose Liz can finally say...yes to Max’s proposal? As long as there’s no double wedding. I can’t deal with that. 

Can’t believe it’s all almost over. Fuck the cw and all that. 

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #roswell nm reviews #rnm s4e12

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Here’s an excuse to ramble about Roxy!

I don't know why I find it so hard to ramble about her honestly sdfsdfd we'll give it a go though!

I love giving her a fascination with fire. She collects lighters and burns stuff when bored and can sit and watch the flames for hours. It's probably the only time she's completely relaxed when she's not asleep. Roxy loves fire and she deserves it! The others also collect lost lighters and stuff to give to her as gifts and have asked Vanessa to buy a few especially for her before. Her favourite is the one shaped like a dragon that opens up like a Pez dispenser and she lends Chica the frog shaped one on occasion.

Roxy is so dog I love her. Self esteem issues and perfectionism for days and needs that validation or she'll combust. She doesn't sleep great because she doesn't have a good outlet for her endless energy that doesn't get her into trouble. She can run for days and days and if there's ever a situation where she can't leave her room for any reason, the place is wrecked because she's just been bouncing off the walls like a game of pinball. She also cannonically is the most violent of the animatronics and I think that's very cool of her.

Yeah sure, Monty destroys his room but Roxy? She rips apart robots and tears up the track. She literally is the bane of the staffbots existence and you know what? She deserves it! However! This does also make her a pretty good candidate for killing Bonnie since Monty doesn't have that track record of robo-murder.

But I don't think she or Monty did. I like to give Roxy a fun platonically married or sibling level relationship. There's definitely been a conversation like "Oh what are you and your boyfriend doing for valentine's?" or something and Roxy has just stared at whoever said it like "My what now????" They're both bi and extremely close so it's a fair enough guess. They like to dance, sing, bowl and race together with frequent arcade battles. They make such a dynamic duo they are so fun to think about.

Anyway, Roxy! I like to think she gets bored really easily. She always has something she's doing because doing nothing just pisses her off and also she has the energy to run for days and she gets in trouble for sprinting laps for hours so what else is she gonna do?

She's like the band's doctor in a way too. She loves all manor of vehicles and fixes and tinkers with the go-karts and company vehicles in the loading docks regularly but at some point she learned how to repair herself which allowed her to repair the others on occasion, which eventually led to her being their go to repair guy since she'll fix them then and there and doesn't make a record of it that can get them into trouble. For this reason, she's the favourite amongst all maintenance workers. She makes their job easier after all!

Honestly, given her eyes, speed and apparent ability to smell people out, she could easily have been designed to help out security find and deal with intruders and to find missing kids. Depending on the AU, I like to make her the one that finds the left out kids and either bring them into the party or give them one on one time doing whatever it is she can get them to do with her. She's skilled at finding missing kids and reuniting them with their parents and most of her fans are kids or teens she's supported in this way. Especially popular with the teens because well... at a kids birthday party it's the older siblings that get left out the most, right? Speaking of birthdays, she gets so damn excited for when she has a party booked. She will spend weeks planning and making sure everything is perfect though she will never admit that.

She doesn't admit a lot of things like that. She loves all of the other animatronics and would take on the world to help them but damn she has a hard time saying it. She's not great with her words unless it's sarcasm, jabs or insults. Has absolutely told a pain in the ass customer to fuck off and dropped a bully into the nearest Freddy themed bin. Does she get in trouble for this? Yes. Aboslutely. Does she care? No. Absolutely not. Complaints from customers and about how she treats troublesome customers are the only time she's completely deaf to criticism. Any other time? Her ego is bruised and she pretends its fine but she's inwardly screaming.

I've given everyone a different amount of animalisms but Roxy by far has the most. She's the one that's closest to the animal she's based off and this can be both a pro and a con. She can struggle to hide how she feels since dogs are so open with body language and what not, and certain noises can trigger a bout of zooms from her. She has a really strong need to chew on stuff, and it's both a pain in the ass because if she can't get away and chew throughout the day she gets restless and jaw snappy but it's also a great stress reliever. Sucks that the programmers thought it would be funny if she howled at the moon but forgot that they had an animatronic that looked like the moon. She has to go against her programming every time she sees Moon. She can get by with Sunny, but Moon is hard. Which is a shame because she really likes Moon! They're friends! Moon calls her in to help find missing items in the daycare sometimes and they both get a kick out of hiding fake spiders in Monty's room but sometimes it's so damn hard not to howl her ass off at them to the point she will physically hold her mouth shut sometimes. It sucks

I have more to say about her but this? Is a long ass post. This'll do.

#oh wow this is way longer than I thought it was #roxanne wolf #fnaf security breach #/chill #pop rox answers