#and also he totally cropped it this man only wears crop tops. and this is factual

[sorrelpaws]

i think about him.a regular amount

#papyrus #undertale #frisk #to me. it is extremely funny to make him wear the flexing shirt. because he is bones #and also he totally cropped it this man only wears crop tops. and this is factual #I LOVE HIIIMMM SOOOOOO MUCH LIKE SERIOUSLY. like seriosuly

[killmeprettypleasee]

𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫𝓼

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Warning: Loving sex, nipple play, Stripper reader, age gap! Reader is 23 price is mentioned to be around his late 30's.

It was a normal work shift at the strip club, you were at the back getting ready for your show while your other colleagues were keeping their clients busy.

Only 5 minutes left before your show starts... You wore light and natural make up aswell as a revealing bunny suit with a big diamond opening at the back and a small one by your tummy, white thigh high stockings matched to the outfit.

You looked in the mirror to see your wear and it looks so cute, the fluffy ear bounced at the top of your head as you turned around to get a better look of yourself.

You then got out of your studio and went on the stage, where men and women glanced at you, they were in awe to what they saw.

Especially the man with a bucket hat.

As you began to dance, you body gracefully moved while you pole danced, all eyes are captivated by the mix of your cuteness and sexyness.

The music played was a slowly beat, matching your movements as you danced.

Then a crowed began to throw money on the stsge, showing how entertained they are to have you danced on the said stage.

While looking in the crowed you saw a poor looking old man man maybe around his late 30's with a bucket, drinking whiskey while watching you, he noticed that your eyes were on him and gave you a flirty wink causing you to turn away in embarrassment..

The old man was attractive, yeah? He's really attractive.. you never knew you were into old men before.. but damn...

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After your show, you were back at your studio to rest until someone knocked on your door, you opened it and saw it wad your manager.

"you're free right now, kid?.."

He spoke out, he looks clearly in a hurry.

"why's that Daniel?"

You replied.

"You goy a bew client and he seemed to want you now?.. he literally payed a fortune for you there"

Daniel shot you a smirk.

It shocked you that someone would really pay alot just to have you..

"how much?"

"Around 10k"

Your jaw dropped when you heard that, normally people would pay around 300-500 each round but damn! You thought you're gonna faint at the amount.. but you were also curious on who this man was.

"Lets go.. we should not keep him waiting."

"Y-yeh.. okay?.."

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After changing-- you are now wearing a pair of cropped tops and shorts that has an opening to your ass.

You followed Daniel to the back, and opened a room to see the same man tha winked at you during your performance..

"Ive been waiting pretty boy..~"

The man spoke out and called you to walk in, you already done this before but you felt so shy around him, there's totally something about him that makes you weak to your knees.. and you couldn't quite identify it.

You walked up to him and.sat on his lap, you could feel his hard on press against your thigh.. you could tell how bug it was.. then soon he pulled you closer to him grind his hardon against your thigh, making you let out soft moans.

"Call me Price, I'd love it when you scream my name, sweetheart"

He spoked out, kissing your forehead lovingly.

His movements we're so loving and gently, you couldn't help but whimpered softly.

Slowly his hands spread your trembling legs as his finger's played with your tight ass hole, You moan against him, clinging close to him.

"Such a pretty boy hm?.. you feel so tight.."

Price chuckled softly as he fingered you, feeling how tight you'd gotten.

Then he laid you down on the bed, lifting your cropped tops up and began to play with your nipples.

To Price, The sight was so cute! Having you beneath him and being all cute and submissive for him.. he knew the moment both of you locked eyes, he knew the he had to have you.

Soon his lips wrapped around one of your nipple and began to suckle on it making you whine out softly.

Then Price took out his cock, stroking while pre cum slowly began to drip down his base,and slowly pushed in.

"A-ah.. s-so big"

You whined out, letting out soft sobs of pleasure.

He let you adjust to his size around a minute and when he felt you loosing up he began to gently and carefully thrust into you.

The way he did it was so gentle and almost so loving.

Praises slip down his lips as he thrust into your warm core, he felt like he was in heaven having to be inside of you.

It was the perfect feeling to be inside a cute boy like you.

His fingers kept on groping your skin, making sure you were really really as his thrust began to slowly increase.

His lips got back, wrapping up around  your puffy nipples as this action made you feel so blished out.

Having some man use you was the norm, but this was different..

"Such a good boy aye?.. be a good boy for me baby boy.."

Price grunted.

"N-ngh.. a-hah! G-gonna cum.. P-price.. f-fuh.. fuck--"

You whimpered submissively as you clung unto his broad shoulders as you legs began to tremble.

Price's gips pistoned abit faster as he whispered little praises of encouragement in your ear as his lips kissed a trail on your neck oh so lovingly.

Finally he slammed his hips into you both cumming at the same time, his lips soon met with yours in a loving kiss, you kissed back.

You felt so loved for once doing your job, other's treated you like the cheap whore you are but this man? Price?.. oh god you felt like you don't wanna leave him..

"Fuck.. my little price looks so cute, just wanna have you all to myself my cute boy.."

Price chuckled, holding you close in his embrace, you cuddled up close against him.. breath getting heavy as you cuddled up against his form.

"P-please.. im yours please"

You begged softly, wanting to stay with him so badly making him let out a soft laugh.

"Dont worry.. I'll keep you and make you feel the love you deserve pretty boy.."

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After that encounter Price became you regular, always wanting to be with you, sometimes he paid just to make love with you and sometimes just to cuddle up with you on bed and do nothing but feel each others embrace.

You end up quitting your job and went on to have a date with your new boyfriend, he would spoil you all the time and even pamper you like a baby, he just thinks your so damn cute!!.

He so happy he have you now.. he felt so blessed winning your heart, now that you're his, he only wished to love you and to be loved back by you, he woukd never love another because he has you in his life now.

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A/n: I just noticed military captains get paid alot! So yeh... And ive been craving for loving sex lately with older men 😞

#cod x male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #cod x male reader smut #x sub male reader #x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod #john price x male reader #john ‘bravo six’ price #captain john price #john price #bravo six #x ftm reader #price x male reader #captain price smut #captain john price x reader #cod x you

[satorusplayplace]

Hey bbg, I’d like to request Fluff headcannons for yuuji, todo, gojo and Toji!

-🧀

JJK men as your boyfriend! —

☆ pairing(s): yuuji x reader, todo x reader, gojo x reader, toji x reader

☆ part two!

☆ content warning(s): straight Fluff, mentions of ass slapping, and boobs groped bc of toji and todo. a little manga spoiler on toji’s! (?)

☆ A/N: i didn’t know if u want fluffy boyfriend headcanons but that’s wut i’m doing! hope u enjoy bae :] AND SORRY THERE ISNT MUCH FOR TODO. i don’t know his character too well. Mans disappeared in the manga lowk where is he? 😭 also lmk if there’s any errors!! oh and my request are OPEN

YUUJI —

yuuji loves to cuddle after missions, he loves it so much. he can’t help that he misses you so much. especially when you’re only with gojo because of your cursed technique

yuuji can’t help but make you feel overwhelmed in a good way with compliments.

yuuji feels like he must protect you and you the same! it’s a mutual thing because of your love for each other!!

yuuji loves to squish your stomach, butt, everything. he likes you.

yuuji LOVES to cook for you! he’ll even clean up after for you!

whenever you’re sick, yuuji knows immediately. he will take care of you all day. he makes you soup, he feeds you. he gives you medicine, he forces gojo to leave him and you alone for a week (if even…)

yuuji feels so safe around you! whenever you’re in one of your rooms’ alone, he feels so vulnerable and sometimes if he’s alone in his room, he cries. he cries because of how overwhelming his love is for you. he can’t believe he has you!

he loves to take care of you but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be taken care of either!

whenever you take care of him and get worried of his wounds, you might scold him but you’re so worried you can’t help but just baby (?) him in a way.

he loves you… his heart actually might explode

he spends so much time with you, sukuna just bullies him about how smitten he is for you.

sukuna finds you cool. he uses your name actually, he respects you but he doesn’t care much to talk to you if you don’t talk to him.

yuuji wants to be with you EVERY second of the day!! he wants to be at your side and hold you!

yuuji loves whenever you see him and your eyes light up.

he loves whenever you talk about something you love.

he wants to hear all the rants you have and he wants to know what your current obsessions are! especially if it’s him

— TODO

todo is very much an ass person (sorry. i have to.) he definitely slaps your ass when he comes to see you.

surprisingly actually super caring. especially if you’re having a bad day, instead of trying to be super “gym bro” vibes about it. he’s taking care of you and asking what you need

lowk this guy would be a gym bro and a “the boys” type guy. I’m Sorry.

todo definitely carries you around everywhere

he’s the type to lift you up in air and just throw you over his shoulders and walk you to your room even if you’re 2 steps away.

he makes note of what drinks you like and buys them for you!

whenever you’re in tokyo, you love to mess with megumi but todo gets a little possessive in a sense because he thinks megumi is boring and not interesting. he doesn’t even care for women with big butts mane. (megs is a respectful kid.)

makes fun of you whenever you fall on your face

i would assume this relationship would have kissing but i feel like it would be more of a joking type of relationship.

GOJO —

MENACE ALERT. he steals everything from you. EVEN YOUR CLOTHES (ESPECIALLY IF THEY DONT FIT THEM BECAUSE OF HOW HUGE HE IS.) if they can fit like a crop top he wears them. but if you’re plus sized and always have those baggy shirts (me too bae!!), he wears them bc your scent is on them.

he’s always eating sweets, it makes you have a sweet tooth too now because you’re always with him.

toru loves you squeeze you! you’re just so cute!

he’s totally trying to get you to stop ignoring him at work. he wants hugs and kisses but you won’t even budge. the students start to wonder if their teacher was lying about being in a relationship with you.

that’s until they saw you give in when you thought you were alone. they saw him trying to kiss you and when he calmed down, you finally gave him a kiss. you better bet he was begging for more and also knew the students saw.

this guy has zero shame, no remorse, and no sense of PERSONAL space!!! he doesn’t care. what’s his is yours and what’s yours is his. he wants to be all on you. he loves being everywhere near you. gosh he’ll smell you like a little weirdo.

the students think he’s a creep, but in reality, you love satoru so much. you just try to keep social, romantic, and work life balanced. it’s hard when you’re arguing with higher-ups and you can’t go to your boyfriend who doesn’t care if his students see you both hugging and kissing. you just want the students to be comfortable and also their teacher not distracted like an idiot.

when the kyoto students see you for the first time, they wonder who you are, because you’re always on missions, you never met the students from the other school.

satoru was late, so you filled in before he came and introduced yourself! then he came and you just wanted to leave but toru made you stay because he wanted you.

you and satoru lay down at bed at night and he sometimes cries because he doesn’t know why you’re with him. he wonders what he has done right because he was a little bit of a bully in high school, he has a bad personality and he’s always being targeted. by the higher-ups and cursed spirits…

he just loves you so much and he never wants you to leave. it would break him completely. he can’t let you leave him.

though, you won’t ever. you’re always cuddled up in his chest and before you sleep, you always trace hearts on him

satoru liked PDA. the amount of PDA he tries to give in public is hilarious. he loves to poke and tease you as well.

satoru is actually a good cook btw! (he’s good at everything he does. an actually fact.) he made a dish for you while sick and you appreciate that even when he’s the strongest, he makes time for you. he makes yuuji and megumi check up on you too.

megumi has grown an attachment to you ever since satoru took him in. megumi literally loves you and tells you everything.

satoru loves to hear you complain about work because he’ll just agree with whatever you say. he just wants to hear you talk about something. he loves you so much and it shows.

satoru buys you gifts all the time!! he loves to buy you your favorite things! he also buys clothes for you! he loves to buy clothes for you!!

he also loves when you wear his. he doesn’t always wear tight fitting clothes because he doesn’t like it (but you’ve definitely convinced him to wear a compression shirt once!! it was Gorgeous.)

after a long day, he loves to shower with you or take a bath. he’s good at massages and loves when you take care of him like washing his hair. he loves whenever you take care of him (you do it every second of the day).

satoru is just super caring and loves his baby so much!! he wants to marry you. he’s so lovesick.

— TOJI

toji isn’t the best man! he’s super broke yall..

he does care for you, but he definitely misses megumi’s mom over anybody. like that’s his one and true love.

he might end up comparing you to her but he loves you too.

toji hugs on you because he’s afraid you might slip away from him.

he’s an ass slapper. he also definitely stares at your boobs.

you’ll get your ass slapped and boobs groped out of no where because of him.

he loves when you make food. it’s always so good

whenever he comes home and you’re not there, he gets super anxious but it turns out you took a quick trip to the store!

he loves to go everywhere you go if you let him.

when he comes home all bloody and needs treatment, you’re always there. he loves that you take care of him.

toji wants to take care of you but he doesn’t know how to show it. he’s afraid.

(SPOILER?) the man can’t even see his son so he abandoned him type of afraid.

toji loves you though, he kisses your cheek and hugs you all the time.

he has a major soft spot for you.

he lowk wants you to have his kids!! (again!!!)

toji can’t take you out on dates because he barely has money. you’re the one who does that.

you do a lot so the least he can do is try to make you feel loved.

you know you’re loved by him though. you see it through him.

you guys love each other and it’s noticeable. the lovesick!toji begins!!!

#romance #fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #yuuji x reader #todo x reader #toji x reader #fluff #suggestive #sfw #jjk imagines #jjk #jjk headcanons #anime #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #gojo satoru #todo aoi #toji fushiguro x reader angst #toji fushiguro

[fawtyy]

modern!anakin skywalker x reader- serein

description: highschool au! in your senior year of highschool, you were paired with anakin skywalker, the “schools weirdo” for the end of year project. in this little time before the project is due, you get to know him and come to a deep realization.

warnings: some emotional abuse, drinking, cigarettes, obi-wan is very out of character.

part 1

•••

Hearing the horn beep outside, you looked over yourself in the mirror one more time before grabbing your bag. Winter break was over and it was time for your last semester of senior year. It was still cold out but your boyfriend insisted on the short skirt you were wearing.

Walking downstairs, you seen both of your parents as they were getting ready to leave for work. Your father worked at a construction sight as the building manager, and your mom worked as a nurse at the local hospital. They strived to make sure you and your younger brother lived a nice life, at whatever cost, but also made sure that you knew what it took for them to make it this far. You were taught to treat the CEO with the same respect you treat the janitor with.

Your mom walked to you, a big smile on her face as she landed a kiss on your cheek. “Have a great day back, only 5 months left.” Nodding, you bid them both a good day, grabbed an apple and walked to your boyfriend’s car parked on the street. “Put a jacket on!”

Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Ben because Obi-Wan was “too lame”, had been your boyfriend for a little over two years now. He was the quarterback for your high school, leading them to many championships. He was the most popular guy in the school. You only got close when you did track in freshman year, him noticing you for the first time. Over a year later, he asked you out and the rest has been history. “Hey baby.”

He gripped the side of your neck, pulling you close in and attacking your lips. You responded but quickly pulled back once he let go. “Don’t you look good today.” You smiled, looking out the window.

Another thing about Ben, he’s a total jerk. It didn’t become this bad until he was given the title of leading quarterback in his sophomore year. Though he’s always been spoiled. His dad was the CEO of a major computer company, which raked in more money than you can imagine. His mom stayed home and raised the kids though didn’t clean because they had maids. His younger siblings were the same way.

The ride to school was filled with him talking about all of the scholarships coming his way, how his coach made him angry, and the rap music blaring through his speakers. The most consistent thing you heard was his phone going off every few minutes with a new notification, from his “friends”.

Pulling into a parking spot, you both got out of the car, his friends already crowding around. They were mostly football players, their girlfriends latched to their arms. You smiled at them only to have them roll their eyes, continuing to rub on their mans and eye up Ben. It’s always been like this. Before you met Ben, you weren’t popular, you really don’t like to consider yourself that now. It was leggings and a hoodie or T-shirt everyday. Ben changed your entire wardrobe. Crop tops, short skirts and short, heels and all kinds of makeup. You didn’t wear everything he wanted you to, but just enough to keep him happy.

Ben walked over and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him inside. He was talking about his schedule when a shiver when down your spine. Turning your head, you seen Anakin Skywalker, someone who Ben calls an “emo bitch” standing at the school entrance. He was looking your way, casting his eyes down when you looked back. “Y/n, are you listening? What’s your first class?”

Snapping out of your daze, you looked at your paper. “Um, I’m sorry, science.” He cursed, looking at his own paper.

“Mine is history. Let me see your paper.” He snatched it from your hands as you looked back, watching Anakin walk past you with his friends. He met your eyes again, holding the stare this time before his friends pulled him away. “Damn, we barely have any classes together. I guess I can get some of the guys to keep an eye on you.”

That snapped you back. “Keep an eye on me?”

He smirked. “You know, making sure no one is eyeing you like you’re theirs. Keep ya safe.” Rolling your eyes, you took your paper back. The bell rang and he pulled you in for another kiss. “See ya later, babe.”

Sighing, you walked to the science class, putting a little pep in your step when the second bell rang. Walking in at the last minute, you looked around to find an empty table. Walking to one closer in the back, you set your stuff on the floor and sat down. The teacher hadn’t walked in yet but someone did.

Anakin Skywalker looked out of breath as he looked around. You heard some giggles and laughing, causing you to notice some of Ben’s friends in here. Watching Anakin roll his eyes, you both realized that your table was the only one that could fit another person. Walking back to it, he dropped his bag and sat in the chair beside you. You slightly side eyed him but looked forward as the teacher walked in.

“Good morning class, my name is Mr.Smith and I will be your anatomy teacher. I know some of you are seniors, so you need this class to graduate.” Some of the guys cheered when he said seniors, something that made him roll his eyes. “Anyways, I’m gonna get this syllabus passed around so make sure to look over it and bring it back signed.”

The papers were passed back to Anakin and he grabbed two, sliding one your way. You gave him a small smile but he looked away before seeing it. Looking at the syllabus, you noticed the same thing everyone else did. “Wait, we don’t get to change partners?”

The teacher laughed and shook his head. “Nope, the person sitting next to you will be your partner for the semester. All of your labs and study time will be done with them. Your end of the year project will also be done with them. Which, if you look at your table number and the back of the page, that’ll tell you what project you have.”

Turning the page, you see a list of diseases with a number next to them. Your table was number 9, so your disease was Alzheimer’s. “The project will be to make a presentation about your disease and which part of the body it attacks and how it usually ends. It’ll be due two weeks before school lets out. You can start whenever, but I don’t take late work.” Looking at his watch, he sat at his desk with a smile. “Take the rest of class to get acquainted!”

Everyone started talking amongst themselves as you turned to look at Anakin. He was writing small doodles on his syllabus paper, seeming completely tuned out. “Those are cute.” He stopped, slightly looking at you and sitting up straight. “I’m Y/n L/n.”

He looked at your outstretched hand, eventually shaking it and nodding. “Anakin.”

“Did you understand everything about the project?”

He nodded again, looking back down at it. Sighing, you turned back in your seat, looking at your own paper. You could hear laughter again, as well as ‘loser’ and other things being mumbled. Looking back at Anakin, you finally took in his features. His ears were littered with piercings, as well as one around his lip. His hair was dark, pitch black and it looked like he put dark eyeliner around his eyes. He glanced back behind him before scoffing. “I’m sorry about them.”

He fully turned his head to look at you, holding eye contact. “They’re your friends, aren’t they?”

Turning your nose up in disgust, you shook your head. “Far from it.” He slightly smiled at that before going back to his paper. The rest of the time was quiet before the bell finally rang. He quickly grabbed his stuff and was the first one out the door.

Grabbing your bags, you seen Ben in the hall, surrounded by other girls. He was laughing and cutting up with them until he seen you, breaking away. “Hey baby! How was it?” You told him about the class as you both walked to your next class together. He stopped once you were done talking. “Anakin Skywalker is your lab partner? You’re gonna have to get that changed babe.”

“Why? He doesn’t really talk and he just stays to himself.”

“He’s a freak, like literally. You don’t need to be around that and I won’t allow it.” Breaking away from his hold, you raised a brow at him.

“Well I think it’ll be fine, Obi. It’s just a project.” Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, all the way up until you and Obi were walking to his car. Looking across the parking lot, you spotted Anakin unlocking his door. Telling Obi you’d be right back, who was laughing with his friends anyways, you jogged over to Anakin, yelling his name.

He looked back at you, raising a brow at your smile. “Hey, can I get your number?” Raising both of his brows, you laughed. “We’re gonna be working on the project all semester, it’ll probably be best to get each others contact information.” Handing him your phone, he reluctantly took it, typing his phone number in. Handing it back, you took it with a smile and sent a text to his phone. “Cool, just text me with any ideas, see you tomorrow!”

You walked back to Obi, Anakin staring after you while Obi-Wan glared at him. All Anakin did was smirk and get in his car, driving off. “What was that about?”

You smiled at Obi, getting into the car. “Just needed his number for the project.”

Rolling his eyes, Ben took off to your house.

That night, after showering and getting into bed, your phone went off. Opening it up, you smiled seeing Anakin’s name. It was a link to a website with all kinds of facts and research on Alzheimer’s. Taking out your notebook, you began to write some of the facts down, creating thought bubbles and everything for the project.

The next day went about the same. Ben picked you up, ditched you mainly for his friends. You didn’t care too much today, wanting to get to class and go over some things with Anakin. As you were walking away, Ben caught up to you. “Hey babe, you’re in a rush today.” He laughed but you could see the confusion.

“I just want to get to class, love you.” Pecking his cheek, you entered the science class and took your seat. Ben stood at the door, trying to comprehend what happened.

Anakin walked in moments later, and you still had about 5 minutes before the bell rang. You smiled when he sat down and turned to look at him, taking your notebook out. “So I wrote all of this down from the link you sent me and I just wanted your thoughts.”

You never texted Anakin back last night but now he understood why. A tiny smile came upon his face as he looked over the details you wrote down, your little thought bubbles everywhere. It was cute.

“This is a good start, I like this.” Smiling big, you nodded, loving that he was talking more today.

“Cool, I was also thinking maybe we do a tri fold poster, since we have to showcase it and all.” He nodded, his smile becoming a little bigger.

The next few weeks would go on about the same. Anakin would open up a little more, day by day. You both would text more, not just about the project. You learned a lot about him in the past few weeks. He had his own band and they would perform at bars on the weekends. He only lived with his mother, his dad went awol. He loves space and he has a couple of animals.

Looking over your outfit, you smiled in the mirror. It was Saturday, yours and Ben’s date night. You’ve had one every Saturday night since you began dating. It was a time to not talk about school or football, just eachother.

Hearing your phone go off, you unlocked it and smiled seeing Anakins name.

‘Hey, are you busy tonight?’

Right as you began typing that you were, another message came through from Ben. Opening that one up, you smile dropped seeing his message.

‘Hey babe, we’re gonna have to skip date night tonight, Tyler is throwing a huge party since his parents are gone. I’ll pick you up in 30.’

Sitting on the bed, you stared at the phone in disbelief. Ditching our date, for a party? You didn’t like his friends and they didn’t like you. You honestly hated to be around them, especially outside of school. They were loud and just annoying. Hearing another text come through, you lift your phone up.

‘If you’re not, I was gonna invite you to see my band play tonight. It’s free to get in and they have other drinks instead of alcohol. I’d love for you to come. Here’s the address’

Jumping up, you got out of your short blue skirt and white crop top. Pulling some leggings and a AC/DC shirt on, you threw a zip up jacket over it and slid your shoes on. You didn’t have on any makeup except mascara and you put your hair in a ponytail. You grabbed your bag, sending one last text before putting your phone away.

‘I’m actually not feeling well, I hope you have fun, love you’

Anakin knew it was a dumb idea to invite you. You probably had plans with your popular boyfriend, he rolled his eyes at the thought. What made him feel worse was double texting you. “Hey Ani, we’re about to be up.” Nodding he grabbed his guitar and walked onto the stage.

You walked into the bar, seeing some people sitting at tables, other shooting pool or darts. Seeing an empty table, you sat down, waiting for Anakin to walk out. A waitress walked to your table and you ordered a water. You watched the curtain open, Anakin front and center as the lead singer. His eyes darted around the room, widening when he seen you. You smiled and waved, a small smile coming over his face.

He introduced his band and they began to play some songs. Some were their own but some were covers that they did well. You were so mesmerized, watching him sing and play, that you completely forgot your water. You could tell he had a passion for music.

Finishing up the last song, he thanked everyone and went off the stage. You stood up as he came around, smiling at you. “You made it.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he paused for a second before hugging you back. He was just so happy you were here. Pulling back, you gave him a big smile. “You did so good! I loved it.”

You both sat down as another band went on to preform. Eating some food, you two went on to have a conversation about any and everything. You both were out of your element and it just felt right. Around 12, you both decided it was time to go home.

You walked outside, trying to call your dad to come get you. “Everything okay?”

Looking over at Anakin, you nodded. “My dad dropped me off, I think he went back home and fell asleep. I might have to walk…”

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Oh, Anakin no, I really couldn’t ask you to do that-“

“And I’m not letting you walk home, let’s go.”

Shyly smiling, you walked to his car, him opening the passenger door for you. Shutting the door, he got in the driver side and started driving. You picked up the conversation while giving directions. “So, I’m surprised your boyfriend wasn’t over your shoulder the whole time you were here.”

Huffing out a laugh at his comment, you shrugged. “He doesn’t know I was here.” He looked at you with his brows raised. “Tonight was supposed to be our date night, we have one every Saturday. As I was going to text you back and let you know, he texted me and said he was picking me up for his friends party. I told him I didn’t feel well and came here.”

Slowly nodding, he came to a stop in front of your house, putting his car in park. “I’m sorry.” Giving him a look of confusion, he continued. “I’m sorry you’re with someone that doesn’t respect and cherish you.”

Taken aback, you opened your mouth only for nothing to come out. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head. “Obi cares, and he’s a great guy. You don’t know him-“

“No you don’t. There’s a lot of things you don’t see, at school or even on the streets. He’s not a good guy-“

“Obi is a good guy.” He leaned back in his seat as you cut him off. Sighing, you grabbed your bag, trying to get out. “Thanks for the ride.”

The door handle would open, causing Anakin to take initiative and reach over you to help. He made eye contact as a blush slightly took over when you realized how close you were. Hearing the door open, you quickly got out and ran inside.

Anakin watched and made your door closed before letting out an aggravated sigh. Hitting the wheel, he cursed and shook his head. “Good guy my ass.”

#anakin skywalker #star wars #obi wan kenobi #hayden christensen #ewan mcgregor #high school au #anakin x reader #obi wan x reader #reader insert #star wars anakin #obi wan star wars #fanfic

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

Yandere x Gardener reader 2.0

(This post is like another root from the story tree. But instead of talking about David, we talk about a new customer of yours, Cash)

Warning: Yandere, stalking, nsfw?

• so now that you were working at more locations, and keeping your distance from David, you found yourself on a ranch

• Not your ranch of course, but a costumers

• a man named cash wanted some help tending to his mothers garden

• his mother was growing to that age where things didn’t come easy, and not that he couldn’t take care of the garden himself, he just didn’t have the time

• he had cows, chickens, and crops to take care of. But he still wanted to make his mama happy

• that’s where you come in. A few times a week you would come by, weeding, dead heading, and watering the flowers

• Cash and his mother also had a green house full of veggies and some other edible things, you took care of that too

• now the first time you met Cash, he was quiet  and you had no idea if even liked you

• but that didn’t matter, he hired you to work, and work you did! Plus, the view you got to see while working was beautiful, just a valley of rolling hills

• and Cashes view of you was… well, let’s say he had a hard time looking away

• at first Cash didn’t really pay much time to you, you had a job to do and so did he. and as long as you did your job well, there wouldn’t be an issue

• he was also a little embarrassed to having to hire you, he wished he could just take care of the garden himself but alas, there just weren’t enough hours in the day

• he liked that you had manners. He had told you if you harvested any fruits or veggies to just bring them inside and put them on the kitchen counter

• and every time you did, you’d knock, make sure him and or his mama was aware of your present and quietly walk to the kitchen

• sometimes you even asked his mama if she needed anything like a snack or a glass of water, he thought that was sweet

• sometimes you’d leave a small bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from the garden and place it in the living room for him and his mama to see

• he thought you were a sweet girl, he didn’t dig much further then that, he didn’t want to

• but one day, when Cash was heading to the house for lunch, he saw you.

• you were ripping a small old stump out of the ground, and Cash just couldn’t look away

• you were wearing a tank top, sweating, covered in dirt, and your muscles flexing

(even if you don’t think your that muscly irl, trust me, if you ever do get gardening as a job, you will develop muscle)

• oh lord, this man just turned into a blushing mess

• ever since that day, he started paying attention to you more

• you see, Cash always came home for lunch, and the window above the sink, where he washed dishes was in perfect view of the garden

• also in perfect view was your ass when you bent over to pluck a flower or whatever else you were doing

• he started washing dishes by hand a lot more

• anytime you suggest something for the garden, that be a certain tool, plant, or pest control, you’d find it either in the shed during your next visit or he would straight up give you money to go buy it

• and he would totally give you too much money too. If you ever try to give him his change back, he would refuse and just say it’s your tip

• one day you had told him how people’s gardens were being ruined during the nights and within three days, he had updated his whole security system (by the way, this man is like rich, so he already had gates and a pretty good security system)

• he even set up some cameras facing the garden, only for security reason of course… no other reason

• he just likes you ok, and has no idea how to show it

• not only were you sweet, a hard worker, and hot as fuck, but his mama loved you

• “that gardener is such a lovely lady, and does such a nice job on my garden!”

• mama would 100% bake cookies for you and put them in a container for you to take home

• Cash thought highly of what his mother thought, and if she liked you, I mean????

• If his garden produced to many of a certain vegetable, he would just give you the extra (saving on that grocery bill gorl)

• one day when cash had a little bit more free time, he chose to have a picnic with his mama, he was thinking about asking you to join, but his mama beat him to it

• “hello y/n, me and my son are having a picnic, you should join us”

• you looked behind her to see Cash, looking slightly bashful and quick to look away when he noticed you staring

• “sure, I’d love too!”

• Cash laid down a blanket, and sat between you and his mama

• you ate some sandwiches with some home grown veggies on the side, and of course cookies made by mama her self

• you all had a nice chat, mainly mama asking about you

• cash learned how you liked to dabble in art, drawing, painting, photography, you name it you’ve probably tried it

• and just other little things like family, where your from, if you go to school or not, stuff like that

• like dam, you just keep getting better and better

• the more he learned about you, the more he liked you

• he was also thankful his mama was the one handling the conversation part, he was never great at socializing

• he also had a hard time focusing on what was being said when his eyes kept wondering to your soft lips

• fuck, he’s blushing so hard

• ever since that picnic happened, mama totally knows what’s up ;)

• she thinks it’s cute that her son FINALLY has a crush, maybe she will actually get some more grandkids!

• so every now and then she ask you to help cash with something or maybe the other way around, just so you spend more time together

• cash gets so embarrassed every time

This post is getting too long! How did I do? Any tips, tricks? Let me know!

Also what do you think about David and cash?

Whenever I’m talking about cash, I’ll probably always post it as a 0.2 chapter, like I did here

#yandere #yandere x reader #my writing #yandere Farmer

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Screw it, can we just get a script for part of an episode of A-town at this point?

[For those of you just tuning in: A-Town is the shitty postwar sitcom inspired by the life of Jake Berenson, to the eternal annoyance of Jake Berenson. The main character is a kid named Brandon A., who lives with his nuclear family — mom Dr. A, dad Mr. A, sister Daisy A. (secretly a yeerk named Zeptron 420), dog Mopsy (secretly Brandon's friends in morph) — in Southern California at the height of the war. Brandon secretly leads a team of alien-fighting shapeshifters that consists of him, his best friend J.J., his cousin Trina, his sometimes-girlfriend Crystal, Trina's sometimes-boyfriend Liam, and Liam's stepsister Gina.]

We open on the spacious kitchen of a large suburban home. Mr. A sits reading the paper and smoking a pipe inside, while his son Brandon sits at the same table with a large set of schematics spread out in front of him. Dr. A, in a lab coat overtop a house dress, walks into the room.

Dr. A: Brandon, what's that?

Brandon: *throws himself bodily over the map* Nothing!

[cue laugh track]

Dr. A: Is that... Dear sweet heavens above, it is!

[The camera pans up to show Brandon is clearly failing to cover the floor plan for a Blade ship, and that Mr. A is now craning around the side of his paper to see what the commotion is about.]

Dr. A: Honey, our son... is doing... *loud gasp* Dunces and Dragoons!

Mr. A: *drops his pipe on his paper in shock* *lights the paper on fire, must hastily tamp it out* Dungarees and Dingbats? My own SON?

[cue laugh track]

Brandon: Mom, Dad, I would never! I'm just... I'm only... It was... *directly to the camera* I have no choice — they think I'm playing Dunkin' and Dragnet! *to Dr. A.* There's this alien invasion, Mom, and me and cousin Trina are two of the only six people who have the power to —

Mr. A: *very high pitched* It's affecting his mind already! Look at him, he's lost the plot!

[Cut to a set that looks like the waiting room for a dentist's office. Brandon's older sister Daisy is standing near the front of a queue that stretches the length of the room. Like almost everyone else in line, she is wearing a t-shirt for The Gathering; hers is bright pink and cut into a crop-top, paired with a pink miniskirt and platform heels. The walls are adorned with posters that have slogans like "Do your part for the Yeerk Empire today! If you see a suspicious animal: slay, slay, SLAY!" and "Don't forget to sign up your host's friends and family for our Eternal Member perks program!" Visser Six-Hundred is at the front of the line, typing names into a computer.]

Visser Six-Hundred: Next!

Daisy: Um, hi? I'm Daisy, and after you guys lured me into the Gathering by promising I'd get to meet shirtless Tom Welling — which still hasn't happened, by the way — you stuck my head in a pool and then this total jerk named Zeptron 420 took my body? And anyway, Zeptron never showed up after that last feeding, and I was just wondering...?

Visser Six-Hundred: Not my problem.

Daisy: No, I get that Mr. Welling is a very busy man, but I don't think I'm supposed to go anywhere without Zeptron controlling me?

Visser Six-Hundred: Also not my problem. You have any idea how backed up we've been around here since the kandrona shortage started? Leave now, check back in next cycle, and if Zeptron's not back by then we'll call you.

Daisy: Okay, but...

[camera pans to Daisy's face; the actor, does a very convincing job of realization dawning on the world's silliest airhead]

Daisy: K-thanks-bye! *runs for it*

[Cut back to the A family kitchen. Dr. A is taking Brandon's temperature.]

Dr. A: Looks normal to me. Maybe he isn't getting Durkins and Drainage syndrome yet.

Mr. A: Yeah, if anyone has brain rot it's that darn dog. Thing ain't right, I'm telling you.

[Cut to Mopsy, a fluffy grey-and-white terrier. The dog is currently staring intently at a copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls, which is propped open on the floor.]

Dr. A: What do you mean, ain't right?

Brandon: Yeah, Dad, 'ain't' isn't a word!

[cue laugh track]

[Cut back to Mopsy, who has clearly overheard this conversation and has attempted to hide the book by sticking it underneath a laptop computer, and is playing innocent by staring at the screen instead.]

Mr. A: Just look at her! She's playing Minesweeper!

[The camera zooms in on the screen, revealing that this is in fact the case. An extreme close-up of one of the dog's paws moving across the computer track pad is paired with a shot of the screen going to Xs as she hits a mine. A dog's upset whine is heard.]

Brandon: Come on, she's not even doing well.

J.J.: *in voiceover meant to indicate thought-speak* You try avoiding mines with these tiny paws, loser!

Dr. A: You know, maybe we should get that checked out.

J.J.: VET? Not the vet!

Brandon: *out loud* Don’t be such a baby!  Get control of your morph, man!

Dr. A: Then again, maybe the Dungenous Drags are getting to him.

Brandon: Uh, I mean...

J.J.: *runs for it*  Bye!

Brandon: I mean, after her!

[While Dr. and Mr. A chase "Mopsy" around the house, J.J. maneuvers Brandon into being the only one in the room when he demorphs. Brandon has to hastily morph into Mopsy to avoid being found out. Trina and Liam stop by Brandon's house to ask Brandon a question, and Brandon maneuvers Liam into being Mopsy just as Mr. A is pulling out the pet carrier. But then human Trina rushes into the room, creating a diversion by claiming a "hairspray emergency", and Mopsy runs off. It's at that point that the B plot intersects with the A plot.]

[Daisy walks into the house. She's wearing black skinny jeans, fingerless gloves, and rainbow hair extensions. There's pop punk music blasting from the giant headphones slung around her neck.]

Mr. A: Get the— *watches Mopsy escape out the front door* Dang it!

Daisy: Dad, you might have noticed I’ve been going through some changes lately.  Like I’m becoming a whole different person.

Mr. A: Honey, at your age, it's perfectly normal.

[Mr. A pulls out a box of tampons, seemingly from nowhere, and hands them to Daisy.]

[cue laugh track]

[Liam-as-Mopsy runs around the side of the house, now pursued by J.J. Trina is running after J.J.; together they complete two entire loops of the house. Meanwhile, Brandon is on the phone inside, everyone else passing by in the background. There's presumably an unseen swap, because Liam-as-a-human is seen chasing a different Mopsy, pursued by an enraged-looking Trina who is now holding a knife, while she is in turn pursued by Gina, who appears to be trying to talk her down. There's no audible dialogue, but we cut to Crystal on the other end of the phone, standing in her living room.]

Crystal:... got it! *hangs up the phone* *yells up the stairs* Hey, Mom?

Crystal's Mom: *enters the room* Yes, Crystal?

Crystal: You're looking a little unwell. Why don't you...

[Crystal touches her mom's arm. We hear the tinkling piano notes used to indicate someone is being acquired, and glitter effects briefly fill the screen.]

Crystal's Mom: Now that you mention it...

[She passes out onto the couch, apparently as a side effect of being acquired. This has never happened before, but with this show it's generally best to avoid asking too many questions.]

[Cut back to the A house. Daisy and Dr. A are standing in the kitchen.]

Daisy: Mom, do you ever feel like the whole world's out to get you? Like, do you ever suspect there's a giant conspiracy of alien invaders who are...

Dr. A: *distracted* Oh honey, did you get passed up to be Prom Queen again?

[Dr. A drops a kiss on Daisy's head, before running off in pursuit of Mopsy, who has gotten ahold of the knife and is trying to use it to pick the lock on the back door.]

[Cut to the exterior, where Liam and Brandon are watching the knife blade repeatedly stab through the door six inches off the ground.]

Brandon: You cheated on her again?

Liam: *sighs* Yeah, I cheated on her again.

[Cut back to the interior. Cue ominous music, as the chase speeds up. We see Trina-as-human again, gloating over who we can only assume is Liam-as-Mopsy. They struggle, and she makes an exaggerated face of shock as the dog is meant to have bitten her. Mopsy goes running off again, only to be caught by J.J. There's a scuffle, they roll behind the bushes, and a human Liam emerges holding J.J.-as-Mopsy. Brandon comes running outside with an expression of horror, and Gina dive-tackles both Liam and J.J.-as-Mopsy. Using extreme close-ups, we get only tiny hints of the scuffle, but the human J.J. and Liam would suggest that Gina has now ended up as Mopsy.]

[The montage sequence becomes something straight out of Scooby Doo, with all of the characters sprinting between doors and various mini-encounters including one where two copies of Mopsy are seen backing into each other and yapping in horror, running off in opposite directions before Dr. A can see their error. Why anyone is bothering to morph the dog at all remains an open question.]

[The montage ends with a clang as Mr. A shuts the door of the pet carrier on a Mopsy. The camera pans to a scratched and dirt-covered Brandon, then Trina, then Liam, then Gina... It's J.J. in the pet carrier. As the camera pushes toward J.J.'s fluffy little face frozen in an expression of horror, there's a smash cut to Crystal-as-Crystal's-mom standing in a vet's office talking to a middle-aged woman.]

Crystal: No, I did not lose your hamster — I know exactly where he is. I left him in the same room as Mr. Tyrus's ball python, and... *leans around a door frame to look off camera* *winces at what she sees*

Middle-Aged Extra: Y-yes?

Crystal: You can still see him... He's that big lump right in the middle...

Middle-Aged Extra: *screams* *faints*

Crystal: *to the camera* Brandon better hurry up. If she thinks that's bad, she should see what I did to the parrot.

Parrot: *off camera* And f[bleep] you too, you [bleep] [bleep] [bleep]!

[J.J.-as-Mopsy gets loaded into the car. The music is getting ominous, and all is looking lost, when suddenly Daisy runs out in front of the minivan.]

Daisy: Mom, Dad, I can't take it anymore! I've had someone inside me, and his name is Zeptron!

[Thus, the day is saved and J.J. is snatched from the jaws of a routine pelvic exam by Mr. and Dr. A cutting the vet visit short to instead rush Daisy to the doctor for remedial Sex Ed. Only Brandon realizes what she's talking about, judging by the expression on his face, but the camera doesn't linger there. Instead we see the minivan pull up to the vet at top speed. Mr. A gets out only long enough to thrust the pet carrier into the arms of Crystal-as-Crystal's-mom, and then the car drives off. It screeches to a stop at a near-identical office, only the poster of a dog wearing a stethoscope out front has become a poster of a uterus wearing a stethoscope. Dr. A walks in, dragging Daisy by the arm and shaking her head.]

[Cut back to the vet's office, where J.J.-as-Mopsy licks Crystal-as-Crystal's-mom on the cheek. Cue laugh track. Cue awww sounds.]

[As the credits fill half the screen, we get one last scene of Brandon standing outside Daisy's door. He's obviously nervous, rehearsing a conversation. Brandon leans against Daisy's door and it swings open, causing him to stumble into the room. Cue laugh track.]

Brandon: Hey, Daisy? About what you said earlier...

[Daisy is sitting with her back to the camera. When she does turn around, we get a slow reveal that she's back in pancake makeup, blond hair, and a pink sundress. She has the Myspace page for The Gathering open on the computer in front of her.]

"Daisy": *long pause* Yes, Brandon? You are my human brother, and I am happy to assist.

Brandon: Uh. *slow close-up on his face, as he clearly realizes what has happened* Never mind.

"Daisy": *another long pause* I'm sorry to hear that, Brandon. Human minds are often imperfect, are they not?

[cue laugh track]

[credits fill the screen]

Announcer: DON'T GO AWAY, WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK

#animorphs #a-town #long post #postwar headcanons #animorphs ficlet #jake berenson #<- kind of but not really #allusions to purity culture #allusions to the bubblegum misogyny of mid-2000s pop culture #'PART of an episode' you say #bold of you to over-estimate my self-control in this way

[in-death-we-fall]

Knot On Your Life

Record Collector #266 — October 2001

Slipknot’s recent Iowa album entered the UK album charts at No. 1 — unprecedented for a nu-metal band. Drummer Joey Jordison waxes highly lyrical

(google drive link)

Slipknot’s second proper album, Iowa, was the most eagerly-awaited rock record of 2001, and both critics and fans of the masked nine-man band from Des Moines weren’t surprised when it crashed straight into the charts at the top spot in early September. But to anyone not familiar with the crushing music of this most uncompromising of groups, the sudden glut of media appearances that followed this triumph might seem strange, to say the least. After all, these are people who urinate on stage, offer fans the chance to inhale from rectally-inserted tubes and regularly vomit onto their audiences.

Despite the band’s fearsome reputation, drummer Joey Jordison was on relaxed form as he chatted to RC from his Mid-Western home. In fact, he was willing to provide an opinion on most subjects — so RC fed him a topic, and off he went. If only all interviews were this easy, eh?

A Night In With The Knot

All round to Joey’s…

Imagine you’ve invited us to a party round at your house. What tunes would you play for us? If I’m having a party I don’t really play much metal — because the chicks get more naked if you play something light. Old Bee Gees, or Michael Jackson’s Off The Wall, they’re all good party albums

I read once that you’re into the Cars and Fleetwood Mac. Oh, yeah. The Cars — I really like their Candy-O record, man, it was one of those records that really broke New Wave in America. They were one of the first bands to use the fuckin’ New Wave keyboards in their music, man.

The one-finger thing? Yeah, yeah, yeah, totally! Like ‘Let’s Go’ with that cheesy line that they use, but it’s so infectious. We played it before a show one time — we cranked that entire song through the PA right before we hit the stage. The kids were so fuckin’ loud and pissed off! They thought we were gonna cut the cong but we played the whole damn thing (laughing), just to irritate them.

What about a bit of dance or hip-hop? I like the new Ludicrous record. And chicks often get naked when we play that new Nelly CD for some reason (laughs). I also like the Wu-Tang Clan and Ol’ Dirth Bastard’s solo stuff, and of course old Public Enemy, and the old NWA stuff. I’m much more into the old school — I don’t listen to any of that current shit.

Did you ever get into any grunge at all? For a little bit, although I was pretty strictly devoted to metal. I really can’t stand Pearl Jam though — I’ve never been a fan of them. Alice In Chains was always a metal band in hiding, with a grunge umbrella. Soundgarden’s Badmotorfinger was phenomenal, too.

What about Faith No More? A band I still devote a lot of respect to. Faith No More really turned things around for me — The Real Thing really shaped my awareness of musical styles and using them tastefully. Mike Patton is probably the most talented musician and visionary I’ve ever heard in my life.

Most people might also be surprised to hear that I’m really into glam shit too, in my other band, the Rejects (chuckles).

What — Bolan and Bowie? More like the New York Dolls and Hanoi Rocks, but it’s all good music.

Do you dress up in the appropriate manner on stage? Make-up, lipstick? Yeah, we do. It depends on the mood. But like the famous song said, though, just because I wear make-up doesn’t mean that I can’t kick your ass!

The morning after the party, what mellow tunes would you play for us? Let me check my current crop of albums. I’d probably actually wake you up with some Amen. ‘We came here to fuck you!’ That rules, dude. I love that band.

An unlikely pairing: (above) the Cars, whose ‘cheesy’ synth lines do it for Joey, and (below) the Bee Gees, for whom ‘the chicks get naked’, dude.

Gloom And Doom

The murky depths of extreme metal explored…

The introduction of Iowa’s first song, ‘People = Shit’, is pure Morbid Angel. Fuck yeah! If you’re gonna pay tribute to something, pay it to a band that kicks ass. My favourite Morbid work is Blessed Are The Sick — I think it’s untouchable.

Altars Of Madness was really cool, too. Fuck, that’s old school, man, that’s going back. I think they really came into their own around the time of Domination, when they started using the seven-string guitars.

What other metal bands are you into? I also really like Raging Speedhorn, and I gotta say Immortal’s Damned In Black is one of the finest black metal releases ever.

I thought In The Heart Of Winter was better. Yes, that fucker too — all Immortal is great. They’re one of the prime black metal bands of all time.

Have you got Slayer’s new album, God Hates Us All? Yes — it’s phenomenal.

‘Payback’ is a great song. (sings line from song) Payback, you bitch motherfucker! (sniggers)

Do you like Nile? I love Nile. Black Seeds Of Vengeance — I love fuckin’ Nile! They rule, man.

Poppin’ Out

Joey talks Britney

It’s a good time to be into metal, isn’t it? Look at it this way. Metal always stays here, it’ll never go away, because of the legions of devoted fans, man, they never go anywhere. They are always fucking gonna be there. The music will never go away. It’s been tested time and time again.

On the other hand, cheesy pop like Britney Spears and N’Sync has got a lot stronger at the same time, don’t you think? That’s very true, it’s a good point. Those bands are really big sellers for their labels. They’re all geared towards MTV; then MTV is geared to the kids; the kids bitch at their parents constantly, and then they go out and buy the record.

Sometimes these kids don’t know any better, they don’t know you can go out and get into the underground tape-trading scene, because they’re fed that shit over fuckin’ television. Which is a drug in its fuckin’ self.

We wanna turn these kids on. A lot of them have heard Korn and Limp Bizkit, but they’ve never heard a blastbeat. It’s great that we can turn them on to the underground — like a kid might never have heard of Morbid Angel, and might think that I’m the first guy to ever do a blastbeat and double bass. Which isn’t true.

Is it strange when Slipknot are included in the same nu-metal category as bands like Limp Bizkit and Korn? No. I can’t bitch about it because we are in that nu-metal group. We do have elements of the nu-metal sound, but the fact is, you can tell we come from a place that is more genuine and way more old-school than that.

Grrr!

Reasons to be angry

At the Ozzfest, Corey (Taylor, Slipknot singer) said ‘We’re going to kill everyone in the rock music industry’. Is the relationship between the band and the business really so bad? He’s always talking about that. A lot of the press — obviously not you, because you know what you’re talking about — when we were done with our first record, they said that there was no way we could top it, and were already slagging the second record. And then there’s the fuckin’ leeches that fuckin’ steal money, and the people that misquote you, and people that start fuckin’ bad rumours — and before you know it there’s a whole new list of problems that come with fame.

I’ll gladly take those problems because this is what I’ve wanted since I was five years old, but (getting annoyed) it doesn’t mean that it fucking doesn’t fucking totally fucking goad men, and totally fucking brings me to a fucking boiling point … (tails off in incoherent rage, then takes a deep breath and calms down). So a lot of those things came out, and we had a lot of personal issues when we were on the road. And we;re doing non-stop shows, so every day there’s something going on.

Havin’ It Large

Party on!

Didn’t you go drinking a lot with Casey Chaos when you were on tour together? Yeah, we do these drinking matches. I always lose. I got him one time, though. It took him a while, but he finally got fucked up and fell down the back of this bus — and Casey Chaos never pukes, ever, but he threw up this time.

I sobered up really quickly after I pissed myself in my bunk, and I came back out and I’m like, I’m ready to go again! But he had to go to bed. I may have fallen down first, but I came back for the second round. That’s been the only time.

Can you still get up and play the drums when you’ve got a sickening hangover? Oh, absolutely, dude. I’ve done it a million times. I’m not necessarily proud of it. But when the mask goes on and I fuckin’ slip into the fuckin’ boiler suit, something just happens to me, man. Everything goes away, and it’s all about us and those kids for that hour.

The Past

The bad old days…

Do you ever listen to Slipknot’s demo album, Mate. Feed. Kill. Repeat? I never ever listen to it. I’m very proud of where we come from, man, and I’ll never forget where we come from, but … that was a totally different band back then, you know, and it’s not the same.

Did you know that people are paying over £150 in this country for original copies of MFKR, if they can find them? (shocked) Christ almighty. God damn, man … they must really like the band.

It’s a lot of money to pay for someone’s demo. Or do you regard the album as more than just a demo? It’s kind of a glorified demo. It’s glorified in that it sounds really good for a demo — it’s produced really well. But there’s only six people on that record, Corey’s not the lead singer, the guitar players are different — you know, the only original members are me, Shawn and Paul on that.

The first Knot guitarist, Donnie Steele, famously left the band after a religious conversion. Yes. He was like, I found God and this band is not for me.

Even though he’d been in Anal Blast and Body Pit beforehand — two extreme grindcore bands? I guess not. He really wasn’t down with the mask thing either — when it came up he was like, I can’t do that. So I thought, hmm, OK, you’re probably not gonna work out.

Then there was Cuddles … (yawns) Yes … … but maybe I won’t go into that? Don’t. We never talk about that guy (drummer Cuddles, a member of the band from 1997-8, is alleged to be suing Slipknot at the time of writing).

The Future

What lies ahead

You once said that Slipknot is just too intense a band to survive more than a couple of albums. I get asked about that in every interview I do. But it’s cool, because it’s the truth. I think if the band broke up right now — you can call this ego, call it what you want — we might even have some kind of legendary status.

You mean, if you stopped at the peak of your form, before it got stale? Yes, like the Sex Pistols did. They did it right, man, they didn’t fuckin’ let themselves become parodies. And that’s what we plan to do with this band, once I know it’s not working. Because of all the hurt in the band, and the fact that there’s nine of us, I think if it went on too long, it would become a parody, man.

Will your records keep getting heavier and heavier, as they have so far? Well, lots of bands say their next record is gonna be the heaviest one ever, but they’re full of shit. They just say this so their fans will go out and buy it. But I can’t do that to my fans, man, because they’re the ones that got me here, y’know.

Interview by Peter Smith. Many thanks to Michelle Kerr at Roadrunner.

#as always let me know if you want any other articles scanned #joey jordison #slipknot #interview #record collector 266 oct 01

[man-moth-hook-hand]

Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2

I absoluty clown on david in this and my scrunkly boi deserves it. Also, I fully believe that Paul uses the most cheesy words/phrases in his speech. He’s pulling no bitches, he’s hypnotizing women to convince the boys he has sex appeal. 

Master list

Chapter Two: The Freaks Come Out at Night

There was a dead guy on the porch of my new residence. Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m with crazy people.

“Dad?” Lucy checked on the old man on the steps. “Dad?” She asked sounding more worried.

“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Sam excitedly asked. Lucy gave him a stern look but was brought out of it by the dead guy.

 “Playin’ dead. And doing a damn good job of it!” The old man finally spoke. Lucy hugged him, laughing off the encounter. She then told us to go inside and unpack.

“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael asked.

“Sorta,” It was kind of a complicated question, “I’m only staying until I can afford another place. Don’t get me wrong, you guys are nice, I just, Uh, want somewhere else to live. Plus, I’m sure it’s kinda weird for you guys. I mean you did just move states after your mom got a divorce and now you got some homeless kid in your house.”

“I guess.” Michael left it at that. “Well, it’s still nice to meet you. It’ll be nice having someone other than Sammie around.” Same gave him a dirty look for that.

Lucy introduced me to ‘Grandpa’ which I guess is what I was supposed to call him, the brought me to the attic. “It’s not very big, but,” she trailed off. I cut her off saying it was fine and that I was more than happy to have somewhere to be. It wasn’t really an attic anyway; it was more like a small room that had a few steps above the rest of the walkway. It overlooked a field in the back, I gazed out of the window and noticed some horses playing with Nanook. Horses are a symbol for total freedom from everything. I think maybe I finally got that freedom, even if it’s a little unorthodox.

In the room was a full-sized bed and an old chest of draws that came up around to my chest. At least there were sheets on the bed; however, they most certainly weren’t my style. It looked like someone’s grandma died and became the bed. It didn’t help that dust covered every corner of the room. I decided to unpack the few things then sweep. All my clothes fit in one of the five drawers. On top I set my Walkman, wallet, book, and new pair of sunglasses to give it a little bit of a homey feel.

 “Here,” Mr. Emerson gave me some kind of taxidermized animal, “As a welcome gift.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and said thank you. At least it was kind of cute, it was a fox. I think. Maybe it was a janky coyote.

/|\^._.^/|\

 Later that night, we clamored into the car heading for the boardwalk. It had such a different feel to it at night. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but oh my god this was beautiful. The lights, the salty air, the music, everything felt so alive! It wasn’t like during the day where kids rounded every corner crying and parents gave you dirty looks for wearing a crop top. No, at night, it was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and drunk teenagers flooded the area. They infected every corner, crevice, and as much surface area as possible. It was intoxicating.

I quickly remembered that I needed a job, fast, so I looked anywhere for a help wanted sign. I went into that bookstore from earlier, but the man just looked at me with pity. He gave some excuse of not being able to afford more people besides himself. Then there was a burger joint, the manager looked at my low-cut crop top before saying no. Seriously, what gives? I looked at a few other places and almost gave up, but a jewelry store had the sign saying HELP DESPRETLY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. Couldn’t hurt, right? Every other place rejected me.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A girl a little younger asked me. She had long, straight, black hair and wore what some would consider too much blush. She was tan wit freckles, so I guess it events it out.

“Actually, I saw the sign for help wanted. Who should I talk to?” I asked as polite as I could. The girl yelled for a woman in the back.

A woman who looked like blonde Joan Crawford came out from behind a beaded curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and dark purple lips to complete her look. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney. I heard you’re looking for a job?”

“Yes ma’am,” I shook her hand and said It was nice to meet her. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but damn I needed a job.

“Tomorrow!” she smiled while chewing her gum. “I like you kid. Be here by nine am, Jennifer will show you how to open.” Thank God. I introduced myself to Jennifer and spoke for a little bit. The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of it. I told her goodbye and that I would see her tomorrow.

After I ate probably a too processed hot dog, I noticed a really sweaty guy playing a saxophone. I didn’t usually go into crowds for fear of pickpocketing, but why the hell not? I literally just packed up and left home and I’m doing pretty good so far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude that looked like Billy Idol got his shit rocked and was washed out from fame. He looked disgusting, it was a little hot. The other looked like a tall, punk Shaggy, with longer hair. I think I would have been put off by a Scooby with him. They made eye contact with me. It was kind of creepy how much Billy Idol was into it, so I decided to lose him in the crowd.

I saw a familiar glimpse of black hair in the crowd and spotted Jennifer with a guy. “Hey!” I said. “Do you remember me?”

 “Of course!” She said “You’re that girl that came in earlier, it’ll be nice to have someone other than Brenda and James around. This is my brother Adam,” She gestured to the guy beside her.

“Hey,” He was a little taller than me, freckles, dark brown curly hair, and best of all he had a nice ass. I noticed from when I walked behind them to catch up. “It’s nice to meet you.”

 “Nice to meet you too, do you guys mind if I follow you for a bit? I’m not from here.”

 “Sure! I know all the best places here. Let’s do the Ferris Wheel, ice cream shop, then I’m thinking the movie rental. Sound good?” she asked.

“Sure, you seem like you got a plan.” I laughed. I scanned the boardwalk trying to locate where Jennifer was talking about, spotting the Billy Idol guy. He was just watching me. It was creepy instead of mysterious now.

“Oh, she’s bossy.” Adam piped up. I laughed, damn was he cute. Once we got to the front of the Ferris wheel they split us up into groups of two, I told them I’d catch the next one.

“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar."

“I’m not sugar.” I hated men like that. He apologized and asked if he could ride with me. I caved; he was weird but sadly I liked weird. I had to admit, he was decently interesting and had a good face. “And if you look over there, there’s a bridge that I jumped off of.” He pointed to a bridge not too far from here. He had been pointing to almost every location and telling me tid bits of his ‘adventures.’

I laughed, “It’s like when your mom asks, ‘if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’ I’ve always like falling from really high places, which is ironic since I have a fear of height.”

“Nah, it’s like flying,” we reached the top. “So, you looking to hang our with some cool cats?” Paul finger gunned me. “Oh, by the way, the coaster goes higher.”

“How charming, but no thank you.” I did consider it, only for a moment, “You’re really cheesy, ya know? And maybe I��ll ride the coaster with you.” I peered down into the crown and spotted that white haired guy again, Jesus Christ he’s persistent.

 “Hey, that’s what draws the babes!” Paul said bringing me out of my daze.

“I don’t think it does Paul.” I had noticed we reached the bottom when the attendee pulled the safety bar off. I thanked Paul for riding with me and suggested the coaster again, he said he had to get going. Just when you think a guy’s into you.

“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.

“Uh, Paul. He rode with me, so you guys didn’t have to wait.” I explained.

“Oh, ok.” she said. I spent the rest of the night with the both of them. The ice cream was good, Adam is a strawberry guy. I noticed a glimpse of white hair in the distance. I should find Lucy and go home before it’s too late. What if he’s stalking me? Is he gonna kill me?

“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. He noticed I had been acting a little weird.

“At the concert that happened earlier, there was a guy and I made eye contact with him. I started noticing him at the Ferris Wheel and at the ice cream shop. It’s like he’s stalking me.” I felt weird explaining it to Adam, maybe it was all a coincidence.

“That guy got kicked off of the boardwalk a couple of days ago, that night, the security guard that kicked him off went missing.” Adam said. I guess I was making a weird face since he said, “Well, maybe it was just a coincidence, ya know? I don’t think he wants to kill you.”

“Ok.” I didn’t really believe him. “I think I’m gonna find my ride and head back home. It’s been really nice to get to know you guys.” I waved my goodbyes and made my way to find Lucy. I spotted Nanook about 30 feet away.

“Hi Lucy, are you about to leave?” I asked her.

“Oh, yeah. I was looking for Michael, but Sam said he wandered off with someone.” She dug in her purse for her keys. We clamored into the car and mentioned her new job at the video store.

“That’s nice, I also got a job to help pay for some rent. It’s at a jewelry counter here on the board walk.” I felt bad for what I was about to say. “My job starts at nine tomorrow, it’s ok if I can’t, but could I borrow your car to get here?”

“My shift starts at ten tomorrow, so I’ll just drop you off and wait for Max’s store to open up.” She explained.

“That’s great, thank you.” Thank God. I didn’t want to have to walk like 12 miles to get here.

Once we made it back to the house, everyone started to settle in for the night. Lucy gave me some pajamas and hygiene products. It was a set she was gifted and never used. They were still in date and actually smelled pretty good. After peeling off the clothes that reeked of other people, I scrubbed every inch of my body. My mind wandered to that man from earlier. I couldn’t understand why he was watching me.

I stepped out and dried off, thankfully Lucy’s pajama’s fit me. They had hearts all over them, it was probably also gifted in the bathroom set she didn’t use. I made my way into my room and began to close the window. A man with white hair. I quickly shut the curtains and went to bed. There’s no way he knows where I live. Even if he did, we would’ve seen headlight following us, right? Eventually, I found a way to calm myself enough to fall asleep. That’s a problem for tomorrow.  

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko #the lost boys dwayne #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #david x reader #david tlb #paul x reader #paul tlb #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #david x rear

[writeshite]

We have a lot of himbos here with not but Eddie and venom with himbo bunny male reader reader have pair of bunny ears and a fluffy cotton tail and perfect muscles and a pair of huge tiddies and since he is a rabbit he will breed Eddie and venom headcanons

Bunny, Hop, Hop

Summary:

Eddie has seen it all; he has been through it all, including but not limited to the experience of somehow ending up in the company of a human rabbit that was ten times taller than what most internet fantasies depicted.

Pairings:

Eddie Brock/Venom x Male!Reader

Tags:

Himbo!Reader | Bunny Reader | Breeding Kink I guess | Fluff | The Tiniest Bit of Smut

Words: 626

Author's Note:

It is 5 o'clock in the morning, and gods know where I got the motivation to do this instead of sleeping.

Eddie has seen it all; he has been through it all, including but not limited to the experience of somehow ending up in the company of a human rabbit that was ten times taller than what most internet fantasies depicted. So right out of the gate, Venom is confused, you know, considering he’s an alien, and last time he checked, there were no rabbit (?) bunny (?) people on Earth. 

As much as Eddie tries to explain, Venom remains a little confused but just decides to go along with it. Now, as to how you met, that is quite the tale. Picture it, a wonderful sunny day, Venom and Eddie just finished saving someone, and as a thank you, they give them a present - a pat on the shoulder, a mischievous smile, and the promise that something life-changing will await them when they return home. When they return home, it’s to a very muscly, very tall man - with bunny ears and tail. 

You practically lift Eddie up and squeeze the life out of him in a hug, your tail fluffing up. Eddie is very confused; this is definitely life-changing; Venom, despite being unsure of what you are, is all for it. Fluffy + muscles? Absolutely. 

Your ears do the whole droopy thing when you’re sad, and they perk up when you’re happy, or surprised, or horny 😏. Speaking of horny, breeding kink, I know, I know, bunny with a breeding kink is predictable; look, I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them 🙃.

Eddie was desperately clinging to the sheets underneath, on his stomach, with you above him rutting madly. What was it again? Mating season or something like that, Eddie couldn’t remember; all he could do was focus on the feeling of being thoroughly bred. Your nails, while not sharp, were probably leaving marks with how tight you were clinging onto him. Venom, on the other hand, was settled quite comfortably behind you. While you moved erratically fast, the symbiote was nearly still, mostly leaving trails of hickeys along your back.

As I said, Venom likes the fluff and softness; he likes having his head on your ass; he also likes leaving marks there and all down your thighs. He’s also very much in favor of riding you like there’s no tomorrow. Eddie also loves to bury himself there but usually can’t because Venom somehow manages to call dibs first 98% of the time, but when he does get the chance he treasures it like the moment.

In winter, your hair gets longer and thicker (because apparently, that’s what happens to actual rabbits), I’m going to assume it’s to keep you warm, but to Eddie and Venom, it makes you fluffier, which makes cuddles ever better. It also means that winter mornings are spent trying to convince them out of bed, which works about 20-30% of the time.

Side note, you’re jumping skills terrifying. I don’t care what anyone says; a humanoid figure being able to jump several feet in the air over several miles with no trouble is scary. Considering the power of your jumps, your kicking power is equally as powerful and frightening.

Despite all that, let us not forget that you are a himbo, and yes, you do wear a crop top that barely covers them huge tiddies; they’re the only shirts you have that can fit. It’s totally not because Eddie cut them up before handing them to you.  Let us also not forget a few instances of the himboness. Exhibit A - you throwing Eddie into the air to show him how much fun it is to jump that high - exhibit B - the time you brought Eddie a tree because he said he likes forest-scented air freshener. And so on, and so forth.

End Note:

In this house we love himbos 🫡 Stay Hydrated

#eddie brock x male!reader headcanons #eddie brock x male!reader #marvel imagine #shiterequests

[everestica]

could i rq the same promt as your lastest touya hcs but with akito?

Akito Shinonome x Affectionate!Reader 

(Part 2!)

Writing Type: Headcannons

Request: Yes 

Author’s Note: Damn y’all really like akito on this blog lol, anyway hope you enjoy!<3

-Okay first lemme say this, as ive said before manz is hella warm, like personal heater like forget a sweatshirt in the winter you could be wearing a fucking crop top and shorts as long as you are holding onto him thats how warm this man is

-Also secret cuddles sessions under the stairs during lunch, uh yes please

-Be careful if you are shorter than him because he will use you head as a arm rest, but it's one of the only types of affection he will give in public so just take it 

-Also same with toya, Hand holding under the desks

-LINKING PINKYSSS WHILE WALKING THROUGH THE HALLS 

-Also staying at his house to watch cheesy romance movies with you sitting in between in legs 

-IS SISTER THINKS YALL ARE ADORABLE 

-You guys just take naps all the time, phone needs a restart? Nap in the meantime. Genshin having an update that takes hours? Nap. Just plain tired. Nap.

-You guys also just go on dates around the town while you either link pinkies or you hold hands depending on the weather

-AMUSEMENT PARK DATES 

(Sorry I’m a huge fan of roller coasters, so I was just fanning my flame by saying that lol, but still I hc that he actually really likes roller coasters)

-Also this is for the people that do online school (cough cough *me* cough cough) he would totally just crash your google meets if he was home, but I feel like during lunch he would just wanna take you to your bed and just cuddle with you the whole lunch period 

-Also if you drink anything in specific and like one day you ran out you bet that man is SPRINTING to the closest store to get you more 

-Also he loves being a big spoon and having you lay on his chest, but every once in a while he would be little spoon and lay on your chest.<3

UGHH I WANT AN AKITO IN MY LIFE

#akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome fluff #project sekai #project sekai x reader

[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 26

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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Damián was at a total loss as to why Leo was acting too cruel.

Alex was far too timid to stand up for himself, and maybe that was why Leo found him to be an easy target. He had never considered his baby brother of having the capabilities of a bully. But was it really any different than how they were raised—the things that had been normal to them? Their father, the shrewd businessman. Their mother, the wannabe socialite who established her place in New York society as a catty woman in constant competition with all the other catty women.

Damián would have thought Leo was above all that. That he had learned a little empathy on his own. Enough to not target the first person he didn’t like.

Leo took Eve’s plate, and Damián took Alex’s. As he did so, he laid his hand on Alex’s back. Just for a second. Just to try to give him a little comfort through a little touch.

Leo began rinsing the plates, frowning at the little remnants of rice that were washed down the drain. He passed each clean plate to Damián who loaded them into the dishwasher.

“Damián,” Eve said. “I like your crop top.”

He knew it was her trying to desperately ease the tension and change the subject. It was kind of her. He would help her.

Damián spun on his heel and pressed his hands into his hips. Alex glanced up and laughed.

“Thank you,” Damián said. “I’m going to singlehandedly bring back crop tops for men.”

“They’re already back,” Eve said. “Literally everyone is wearing them.”

“’Literally everyone?’ I haven’t seen ‘literally everyone’ wear crop tops.”

“It’s because you’re probably too old to see everyone wearing them.”

Damián rolled his eyes, hard. “Where are all these youths wearing crop tops? Where are they hiding?”

“It’s all over TikTok. But you wouldn’t know.” Eve shrugged. “It’s young people stuff, and you probably still use Facebook or something.”

“TikTok? No, I have no idea what TikTok is.” Damián tapped a fork against the palm of his hand. “Never heard of it.”

Eve laughed. It made Alex laugh as well, and Damián was sure he could hear a little snort from Leo.

“It’s an app for young people,” Eve said.

“Teach me, an elderly man, about TikTok.”

“I don’t think I can. It’d be too hard. It’s just the generation gap. You’re a millennial, and I’m gen z.”

“Okay,” Damián said, sobering up. “First of all, ew. I thought gen z were all in high school.”

“I was born in 2003.”

Damián’s mouth opened in genuine shock and gagged. It was hard for Damián to think about how much time had passed since he was Eve’s age—or Leo’s age. It was a very normal anxiety, he knew. Everyone stressed about the inevitable passage of time especially as they hit milestones like entering their 30s.

“I was born in the 90s,” Damián said. “I was 11 when you were born.”

“Alex was born in the 80s. He’s ancient.”

“I was born in ‘89,” Alex said. “Late ‘89. I’m not ancient. But I was in high school when you were born, and that was weird.”

“You couldn’t have been the only one with a baby sibling in high school,” Damián said.

“I wasn’t. But it was weird to go to school and then come home to a baby that would bite me all the time.”

“She bit you? Eve, you bit him?”

“I didn’t have teeth,” Eve said. “So it was more like a gentle gumming.”

Leo made a sound of disgust. Damián leaned against the counter and tried to catch a glimpse of his face. He was still rinsing off dishes, making a bigger effort to get every speckle of food off every fork tine than he had to. The anger Damián had felt towards him had faded. It was his biggest weakness. He couldn’t hold a grudge. Especially against Leo. He was forgiving to a fault.

“I was nine when Leo was born,” Damián said. “I loved him.”

“Don’t tell them any stories,” Leo said.

Damián threw his arms around Leo. “When he was born, I called him ‘my baby.’ We couldn’t be separated.”

There was a dull pang as Leo stabbed Damián in the bicep with a fork. Damián pulled himself away.

“Ow, you fucking brat!” Damián snapped.

“Don’t strangle me.”

“I wasn’t strangling you. It was a hug. Why don’t you love me?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Damián refused to let himself get angry again. “Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t!” Leo turned to Alex. “This is what you’re getting yourself into. He’s clingy and a drama queen.”

Alex’s face flushed. Damián stood dumb-struck as well. Did Leo think they were dating? Or think they were headed down that path?

Damián hated the word “dating.” It felt juvenile. He hated going on dates when they were genuine. To him, there was no way to say he was going on a “date” with dignity. He always felt like a high schooler again, meeting up with some girl after school—which only resurfaced more feelings of being hurt and confused and scared.

Sure, he slept with Alex. Sure, there were those feelings that made his tummy flip when he saw Alex.

He pivoted the conversation. He deflected.

“I loved Leo even when he ripped up my Princess Di Beanie Baby,” he said.

Alex’s stunned look turned to one of bemusement.

“You had a Princess Di Beanie Baby?” Eve asked. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “So, did you have to come out to your family or did it just go unsaid?”

Damián barked out a shocked laugh. “I mean, that probably should have been our first hint. I did keep her in one of those special Beanie Baby cases.”

“A what?” Eve asked.

“She didn’t grow up during the Beanie Baby craze,” Alex explained. “She doesn’t know what that is. Eve, have you even seen a Beanie Baby before?”

“Yes!” Eve said, defensive. “I’ve seen them. They’re on TV and stuff.”

“I mean in real life.”

“TV is kinda like real life.”

“It absolutely is not.”

“Do you want to see one in-person?” Damián pressed his hands to cheeks. His time had come. This was a perfect distraction for everyone. “I’ll be right back.”

He sprinted from the room. Behind him, he could hear Leo complaining. The dishwasher door closed with more force than necessary.

In his bedroom, on a shelf, sat a handful of Beanie Babies.

His prized possession, stitched back up by his mother, sat in her plastic case. The generic purple bear with a white rose had seen better days, but Damián had loved her since he got her from a secondhand store years after Princess Diana had died.

He took her case off the shelf and grabbed the others. Spunky, Zip, and Seaweed. Leo was rambling about how dramatic Damián was over his ‘90s memorabilia when Damián returned and laid them on the table. Alex looked at him with a soft smile.

Eve picked up the snail. “What was so special about them?”

“Nothing,” Alex said. He picked up the Princess Bear. “They were cute and collectible, and people thought they’d get rich off of them.”

“I still think I could make some money in a few years,” Damián said.

“You won’t,” Alex said.

“I think you got scammed as an 8-year-old,” Leo agreed.

“Okay, well, when I’m in my mansion with my Beanie Babies money, none of you are invited,” Damián said.

Alex was examining the stitching along the arm and neck of the Princess Bear. It was well done. Damián’s mother was talented in all homemaking skills. She could cook, clean, and sew anything back together—which came in handy considering she had two sons who were a bit rough with their belongings. But the stitch on the Beanie Baby was puckered up like an old scar along its original seam.

“How did you rip this, Leo?” Alex asked.

“I don’t know. I was two,” Leo said.

“He did it with his grubby, little toddler hands,” Damián said. “I was inconsolable. I came home, and she was laying in my room with her beans spilling out. They were everywhere. It was a crime scene.”

“Aw. Poor Diana. She never caught a break.”

Alex gently set her back down in her clear plastic cube. He made sure she was sitting up as best as she could and stroked the top of her head. Damián was touched.

Eve, meanwhile, held the snail above her head and let it drop to the table with a satisfying plop. Damián gasped in feigned-heightened scandal.

“Don’t do that to Swirly!” he said.

“To fucking whom?”

Alex swatted Eve with the back of his hand. “He obviously cares about them. Don’t trash them.”

He shook Swirly out and laid him back down in his normal shape. Leo shoved the toys out of his way. The little ones might as well have torn Damián’s heart out and thrown it out the window.

“Eve, do you want to keep studying?” Leo asked.

Eve groaned. “I guess. Damián, can I keep Swiper as a study buddy?”

“His name is Swirly, and yes. But if you drop him to his death again, I’m confiscating him.”

“I think they’re pretty impressive,” Alex said. “I think it’s cool you took care of something for so long.”

Damián grabbed his hand and tugged him into the living room. “If you think those are impressive, check out my plants.”

He toured Alex through his houseplants. The monstera, the succulents, the ivy. And then there was his real pride.

Damián presented his marigolds with two hands. Every year, he bought a new plant just to keep up somewhat with some kind of tradition. His abuela had always bought marigolds at the end of October. She tended to them dutifully. Some years she even asked Damián to help her tend to them. She guided his hands to water them and pluck off dead petals and leaves.  

They were her most prized flowers every year. She kept them inside just like he did. New York autumns weren’t kind to them. Just like her, she said, as she got older. But that was alright. She always had her flowers inside with her to brave out the weather until spring came again.

Damián bought his own from a little, busy nursery outside of town. His first year, it was an act of defiance. He was nervous and shaky and had a wad of cash and coins he had saved up for months. He returned home, to his dark, tiny apartment, and laid them out where his roommates wouldn’t knock them over.

He tended to them as he remembered his grandmother doing. They flourished. And he felt a little acceptance from the universe with that. If he could keep marigolds alive all by himself, he didn’t really need his family after all.

“Nice,” Alex said. “They’re pretty.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“They’re… a nice orange. And… round. Impressively round.”

“Do you know how many old women’s elbows I had to endure to get to this one? It’s symmetrical! It’s full. This was one of the best plants they had.”

“Not the very best?”

“Those grandmothers are fierce.”

Really, he had patiently waited for all of the elderly women around him to take their pick first. He even, somehow, got roped into carrying one out to a particularly old women’s car. She shouldn’t have been driving at all, he thought, when he watched her run the stop sign on her way out of the nursery’s parking lot.

“They really are nice,” Alex said. “I just don’t know a lot about plants.”

He reached out and brushed a flower with his fingers tips. He was just as gentle as he was with Damián’s Beanie Babies. Maybe Alex was just a gentle person, careful around everything that needed a little extra love and care.

He was so delightfully small himself, it would make sense that he understood that some things needed special care. And that made Damián want to take special care of Alex. He was like one of his Beanie Babies. Like his Princess Di bear that needed extra love. Damián wanted to put Alex on his shelf with a protective clear box around him.

I’m deranged, Damián thought. I need to get out of the apartment.

Damián looked back at Eve and Leo. Their heads were bent over the table. Eve was focused on her paper, and Leo was focused on her.

“Do you want to give them some space?” Damián asked. “Let them have quiet to study?”

“Yeah, sure. Did you have a place in mind?”

Alex agreed quickly. Success! Damián was waving a leaf of lettuce in front of that little turtle’s shell, and his head was sticking right out.

Damián screwed up his mouth. Not a single thing came to mind. A club wouldn’t be good on a weekday. They could see a movie, but Damián wasn’t sure if there was anything playing in theaters that was appealing. There were a hundred other things to do in the biggest city in the country, but nothing Damián wanted to do with Alex.

Alex was on his phone. “I wish museums were still open. I could pretend I was sophisticated in front of you.”

A museum would have been fun. They could have walked around in the quiet for a while, commenting on everything. The art or artifacts or whatever they were seeing depended on the museum.

But museums had all closed hours ago. Most of them, at least. There was at least one that Damián knew of that would have been open for a while longer.

“Oh!” Damián grabbed Alex’s arm. “Have you ever been to the Museum of Sex?”

“No.”

“Do you want to go? I know they’re still open. You can say no if you want.”

“We can go! It sounds… neat.”

“It’s very neat. But if you want to leave at any time, let me know.”

They told Leo and Eve that they were leaving and were barely acknowledged. Eve continued working through a problem Leo had chosen for her. Leo nodded at them before taking Eve’s pencil from her hand and correcting her current step. His explanation was gentle. She was overthinking the problem. It wasn’t going to take as long to solve it as she thought.

Damián called the Uber and bought their tickets on their website, and they were on their way.

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[hebimoonlightwrites]

hii hebii, for the special I would like to request some hdcns with a cute and very soft chubby mc~ with nayuta, yohei, anne and hajun #Hebi100Special~

Writer's corner: It was supposed to be part of my Special 100 but it's the 13th request I got that time, and I've decided to post it now. Also thank you anon for requesting this kind of stuff!! It's so adorable! Hope you'll enjoy the reading! I'll make it gn, hope it's fine for you! Tell me if you want me to fix anything here, okay?~ Enjoy~

(I've written something similar but slightly NSFW, if you're interested! :3)

Warnings: none, cute stuff

⋆𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚, 𝐘𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐧!𝐦𝐜

⋆It'd be so incredibly cute to see Nayuta with a soft chubby mc!

⋆Nayuta is said to be pretty clingy to people he loves.

⋆As we see with his older twin brother, Kanata.

⋆So I can imagine him constantly hugging mc..

⋆... or even looking for her body to hug each time he feels like he needs some affection.

⋆I imagine Nayuta relaxing on the sofa with his head on mc's lapm constantly caressing their hips with an hand or running playfully his fingers across them.

⋆He would watch the TV with his bored eyes, hugging mc sweetly.

⋆Mc would run their fingers through Nayuta's hair, smiling and blushing.

⋆"Mc... I love you."

⋆He'd suddenly say whispering, hugging mc's body tighter than before.

⋆It'd be a way for him to tell them that they're his world.

⋆The most beautiful person he has even met in his life.

⋆Different from the others and unique.

⋆I'm sure Nayuta would love mc and think that their chubby body is adorable!

⋆I feel like his heart would start beating faster and his face would blush red if he saw them wearing something like shorts or crop tops.

⋆Nayuta would be the best to get support and love from, no doubt.

⋆Even if he acts dry towards strangers...

⋆... he's the best towards those he cares about and loves.

⋆"Your cheeks when you smile are so adorable!... They turn red as you blush!.. It's cute, heh!"

⋆So sorry..

⋆I can't help but FANGIRL for Yohei with a soft chubby and even beautiful mc!!

⋆Like..

⋆They both would match so well!!

⋆I cannot delete the image of them both together in my mind:

⋆Yohei smoking and looking at The Cat's Whiskers' fans with his usual sexy gaze, while having an hand on mc's hips, pulling them closer to his chest.

⋆It'd be so incredibly cute and beautiful too!

⋆Yohei is such a gentleman, though.

⋆Even if he was part of Yakuza, he changed and became a new type of man.

⋆His thoughts about mc's body and personality would be the cutest in the world!

⋆He'd think sweet compliments and romantic ideas to surprise them.

⋆'cause I feel like he'd try to surprise them with gifts or sweet words only to see their beautiful smile and that soft and cute embarassment and blush on their face.

⋆Also I cannot help but imagine him and mc going to a restaurant together, dressed up elegantly.

⋆And even if mc thought of herself to be ugly or fool stuff like those..

⋆There wouldn't be more happy men in the planet than Yohei with his dear mc.

⋆He'd look at them eating and actually love each part of them.

⋆From their personality to their soft chubby and sweet body.

⋆In the morning Yohei would hug them from behind, putting his chin on her back.

⋆Wrapping his arms around those chubby hips he'd say:

⋆"Good morning, babe~... I love you."

⋆As we all can imagine..

⋆Anne would be the best of a partner.

⋆They would terribly love mc's chubby body.

⋆I can totally imagine them putting their hands on mc's belly only to shake it a little bit and say:

⋆"Look at how cute and adorable your body is, babe!! Aww!! You're so beautiful!!"

⋆Of course I feel like mc would put their hands on their own cheeks, blushing red because of embarrassment.

⋆If mc doesn't think that they are awesome just the way they are..

⋆Well..

⋆Then Anne will convince them that they are instead!

⋆How?

⋆Doing their best to make them feel appreciated, of course.

⋆Especially using compliments and acts.

⋆(like kisses, cuddles, or even doing their skin-care, brushing their hair, etc..).

⋆Anne would be the one to make some jokes only to make mc laugh when they see that they are upset.

⋆As they would even try to comfort mc when they think it is necessary.

⋆"What do you mean? Of course you're beautiful, babe!.. You shouldn't be ashamed of your beautiful body."

⋆Anne would say approaching mc as they see them with a cute dress or adorable clothes which show their chubby body.

⋆Anne would hug mc tightly and look straight at their eyes even smiling softly.

⋆"You know that I terribly love it, babe~ and I think you should learn to love it too!"

⋆Hajun doesn't give a sh!t that mc is softly chubby and is not the "perfect" person.

⋆Lol.. "perfect"..

⋆Perfection doesn't exist.

⋆And people are all beautiful the way they are.

⋆Even if sadistic..

⋆And even if he thinks that ordinary people will always be ordinary..

⋆Well..

⋆It doesn't mean that he can't love someone who seems ordinary but isn't, instead.

⋆Yeah.. Mc would think of themselves as an ordinary person.

⋆But Hajun would love them and their chubby and adorable body of theirs.

⋆Since he's a model, we can imagine him working also with other models and doing photo shoots with others too.

⋆But even if modelling sector is changing..

⋆Even if brands now are looking for unique people (not only the usual skinny model of the past)..

⋆Well.. Hajun's eyes would be always caught by that ordinary and adorable chubby body of mc's.

⋆He'd love to see them around the kitchen while he's cooking breakfast for Allen, Anne and mc too.

⋆He'd like a lot to hug mc and would do it closing his own pink eyes, getting lost among their scent.

⋆I don't know why, but I feel like he'd playfully call them his "adorable pillow".

⋆He'd giggle happily as he'd see mc's pout in response, seeing their cheeks becoming red and softer than before.

⋆Of course if mc thought to be ugly or even said that they hate their own body, well..

⋆Hajun would shut them only to whisper how much he loves them and how much he admires that chubby body of theirs.

⋆"I swear, my dear pillow.. I'll always be there for you~"

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[mar-the-magician]

Redacted Asmr Fashion Headcanons!

Both Ash and Gavin view developing a personal style as a matter of self-care (I'm totally not projecting right now) but in very different ways. Ash is a thrift store GOD. He knows where to find all the best-stocked stores and he knows all the methods for making sure you do not miss out on a single styling piece that has potential. While Ash stocks up on basics that mix and match fantastically, Gavin is more of a statement pieces kind of fellow. His wardrobe is full of glitter, sequins, thigh-high socks, platform boots, and bright colors. Don’t get me wrong, he DOES have his basics… in the very back of the closet. Only to be used when absolutely necessary. XD His go-to "casual" outfit is a pair of neon pink leggings and a MASSIVE oversized t-shirt that slips off both shoulders and goes down to his knees. Not exactly fashion related, but whatever it my post I can do what I want— Gavin is and absolute chapstick and lipgloss ADDICT. He has a specific, almost-clear, peachy pink-tinged, all natural (yes he is THAT bitch) not-tested-on-animals lipgloss that he wears virtually every day. He puts chapstick on every night before bed and has an entire bin of all his different flavors, colors, etc of chapstick. He would 100% wear a choker with a bell on it and clip on cat ears solely for the purpose of flustering someone and/or creeping them out. Two piercings in each earlobe, generally just wears hoops or little rings if he’s feeling more boring.

Asher isn't quite as out there as Gavin, but he also thinks that if anybody is going to judge him for his fashion choices they can just fuck right off. He loves layering— vests, halters, overalls, biker jackets, belts, corset tops and micro mini skirts over pants when he's feeling more adventurous, leg warmers, body chains and fingerless gloves are his Thing. He takes inspiration from a LOOOT of different aesthetics and it really just depends on his mood— alt, cottagecore, goblincore, 80s, light academia, romantic academia, aaaaalllll that good stuff. His favorite casual outfits would consist of smol t-shirts that say something about him (band t-shirt, show merch, etc) paired with baggy jeans, maybe with some patches or rips. Asher. Adores. Jewelry. You KNOW this man owns fifty thousand rings!!! He’s always wearing at LEAST two rings. He often wears those little netting black chokers and owns like three different pop tab necklaces, at least one of which is homemade. Speaking of, he’ll often make his own stuff! He can’t sew, but he’ll hack the sleeves off of a jacket or crop some jeans into shorts no hesitation, and is always painting designs on plain t-shirts and making jewelry out of discarded trash or unwanted beads. He and Milo went to get their ears pierced together when they were both teens. They both like studs the most, but while Milo generally sticks to round black or small silver studs, occasionally mixing it up with some tiny gold or silver rings, Ash has a whole collection of funky studs. Hello Kitties, pokéballs, little fried eggs, lemons, little puppy footprints, moons in all phases, stars, all manner of fruit, tiny sushi’s, tiny pizza slices, metallic strawberries, fuckin mermaids, nothing is too wacky for this man. Baabe gets him a new pair every chance they get. 

Milo likes fashion but feels like the community is too competitive and unwelcoming to really get into it. He’ll often tag along to Asher and Baabe's thrift store trips, but he generally just ends up getting… ANOTHER denim or leather jacket. Yeah, this man owns a LOT of denim and leather jackets. He also has a massive, ever-growing collection of enamel pins with which to abuse said jackets. He owns a trench coat solely because it makes him look more intimidating on jobs, according to him. Milo CAN sew, and will embroider little embellishments on the cuffs of his jeans and the collars of his shirts 🥰. He does it to calm himself sometimes, and what it ends up being often completely depends on his mood and what media he’s consumed recently. He has jeans with spiders on the hem, with little howling wolves, with times trees, with bats, with daisies, with paw prints, with stars, even ones with little hearts. It annoys the shit out of him when Asher asks him to modify his clothes "I'm not ya personal tailor, Ash!!" but he’ll do it anyway, with enough weedling. His favorite casual outfit is just an old college tee, a Melanie Martinez shirt, or a Shaw Security shirt paired with a comfy old worn-out pair of jeans that he embroidered LITERALLY all over with whatever he was thinking of at the time.

David really doesn’t care about "fashion" per se, but he likes to feel put together. He generally wears polo shirts and nice jeans on a casual day, a button up and nice slacks on a more formal day, and will add a tie or even a blazer on the most formal of events. The only time Angel approves of his fashion is when he wears flannels with the sleeves rolled up in the fall and winter. 😏 

WOW THAT WAS LONG so if anybody wants a part two with the rest of the D.A.M.N boys, Vincent, Sam, Camilopardalis, and maybe William, please let me know!

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[magickastiel]

'ANGELIC THREADS' (2.3k)

(no warnings, just sam & cas bff truthing, background destiel & saileen 💜)

summary: Cas gifts Sam a new workout set for his birthday with mixed results. Dean also tries to be a pain in the ass, but only manages to screw himself over.

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snippet:

“Cas,” Sam begins tentatively, because the angel is still beaming at him. “Is this a crop top?”

“It was described as having a ‘slightly cropped hem’. I also read that cropped tops are very fashionable. And I imagine they are excellent at keeping the body cooler as you run due to increased airflow around your abdomen. The shorts are also very ‘on trend’.” Cas says, apparently unable to wait for Sam to get to them. He holds them up for him. “They are - ”

“Cycling shorts.” Sam says, because of course they are.

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It’s 5:30am so Sam, sleep-soft and muzzy, doesn’t expect anyone to be standing as quiet and solid as a statue in the kitchen. In total darkness.

Surprisingly, someone is. Less surprisingly, that person is Cas.

Sam almost jumps out of his skin when he rounds the corner. Then he huffs and flicks on the light. “Cas! Man, you can’t…” He sighs, feeling slightly more amused as the shock quickly wears off. “You made me jump.”

“My apologies.” Cas says easily, sounding genuine but also unbothered.

Sam eyes him suspiciously as he wanders over to the kitchen counter and pulls out the blender to get his smoothie ready for after his jog.

“I have already made your post-run smoothie. It’s in the fridge.”

“You - ” Sam frowns, turning back to the angel who still stands firm in his spot. “Uh, thanks. Why? Not that I don’t appreciate it, but you don’t usually - ”

“Many happy returns on your birthday, Sam!” Cas bursts suddenly, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Oh.” Sam smiles, feeling strangely touched. He’d expect Cas to get this worked up about Dean’s birthday but not his. “Thanks, Cas.”

“You remember I made Dean breakfast on his birthday?”

“Uh, yeah.” He tries not to wince, recalling the blare of fire alarms and thick smoke billowing along the hallways. “That was…”

“A minor disaster.” Cas agrees. “So I thought a smoothie would be more appropriate.”

“And safer.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” Sam reaches out and claps him on the shoulder, feeling a bubble of affection for the angel. He mentally vows to drink the whole thing even if it tastes like mouldy kale. “Seriously, it’s really nice of you. I’m gonna get ready for my run - ”

“I have a present, too!” Cas cuts across him.

“You do?” Sam frowns, intrigued and slightly suspicious. He glances around to check that this isn’t some sort of trick, that Dean isn’t tucked away around the corner giggling.

But no, it’s just the two of them. And Sam suspects that, while Dean would undoubtedly love to prank him in some tediously childish way, he won’t be committed enough to get up at 5:30am to do it.

Cas picks up a neatly wrapped present from the table and hands it to him.

“Happy birthday, Sam. I hope you like it.”

He takes one last look at Cas, who seems more excited than he is, before he grins and gently peels open the colourful wrapping paper.

His eyes widen when he sees the familiar Nike logo staring up at him from a pile of carefully folded clothes. He looks back up at Cas. “Dude - ”

“I know you said you needed new running clothes.” Cas says, puffing up with pride at his choice. “I did some research regarding popular activewear brands and Nike were considered some of the most desirable.”

“This is awesome!” Sam hurriedly places the present back on the table, picking up the folded top. It’s an attractive sage green with a slight hint of blue and the logo and brand name are in white. The whole design is modern and clean; practical while still being aesthetically pleasing. He unfolds the top and his smile slips slightly. He starts to feel the first tug of dread behind his navel.

The top is a vest which, while not being his usual choice, is not inherently a problem. However, the length is…short. Very short.

“Cas,” Sam begins tentatively, because the angel is still beaming at him. “Is this a crop top?”

“It was described as having a ‘slightly cropped hem’. I also read that cropped tops are very fashionable. And I imagine they are excellent at keeping the body cooler as you run due to increased airflow around your abdomen.”

Sam swallows, turning the top around in his hands. It feels tiny. It might be slightly cropped on the feminine figures it was designed for but on him it would probably end up just below his pecs.

“The shorts are also very ‘on trend’.” Cas says, apparently unable to wait for Sam to get to them. He holds them up for him. “They are - ”

“Cycling shorts.” Sam says because of course they are.

“Yes.” Cas smiles, showing a hint of pearly teeth. “I did question if they would still be appropriate for running but Dean said they would be fine.”

Sam prickles with annoyance. “ Dean said?”

“Yes.” Cas says again. “He assured me this set would be useful for you.”

Sam huffs out an irritated laugh. “Yeah, I bet he did.” He perches on the end of the table and crosses his arms, the top tucking against his elbow. “Look, Cas…I think Dean encouraged you to get this just to make me look stupid.”

“Oh.” For the first time, Cas’ smile slips. He lowers the cycling shorts and looks at them with a crinkle in his brow. “I see.”

The silence echoes around the kitchen and Sam feels strangely guilty. And he hates Dean for that. Cas was so damn excited to give him this, so happy to give Sam something he thought he would love and use everyday. Instead, Dean had to turn it into a cheap joke about wearing ‘girly’ stuff. Sam grits his teeth so hard his jaw aches.

“I did wonder…” Cas is quiet, still staring forlornly at the shorts. “It suggested that this product was for women but I wasn’t sure it mattered.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter to some people, but…” Sam cuts himself off, frowning. He reaches out and brushes a finger along the hem of the crop top, mind whirring.

“It matters to you.” Cas sighs, gently folding the cycling shorts. “I understand. Please accept my apologies. I find human ideas of gender difficult to understand. To some they are very binary, but to others, they are very fluid concepts.”

Sam slowly picks up the top. “Yeah.” The word sticks in his throat. “You know what? Maybe - maybe I don’t care.”

Cas smiles again but it looks forced. “You are being kind, Sam. There is no need to placate me. I can return these items easily. Perhaps you could pick out something you would like instead?”

He reaches for the top but Sam curls his fingers around it, feeling strangely protective of it. “No, really. I think…I think I wanna try it on.” He swallows. “If you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. They are yours, Sam. If you truly want them.” Cas’ face softens.

He smiles. “I think I might.”

_

And he does.

He stares in the mirror for a while in the privacy of his own room.

He thinks that he actually looks kinda…good. The cycling shorts are incredibly comfortable; the soft, firm stretch of the fabric feels like his thighs are getting more support than they usually do. The waistband is thick and stays exactly where he puts it, no matter how he moves. The crop top stretches in a rather flattering way across his shoulders and exposes a generous amount of his lean and toned stomach.

It doesn’t make him feel masculine but it doesn’t make him feel particularly feminine either. He just feels good. Like himself.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Sam?” Cas sounds nervous, like a mother waiting outside for her daughter to step out in her wedding dress. “Do you like it?”

He wanders over to the door and pulls it open. He beams and immediately, Cas beams right back.

“Cas, I…I actually love it! It’s soft, and stretchy and it feels great. And, honestly, I think it looks pretty cool!”

“Sam, you look wonderful.” Cas says, unashamedly honest as always. “The design of the top is a particular success, I think. It simultaneously manages to show off your strong shoulders and your toned abdominal muscles, both enviable traits.”

Sam almost blushes. Is this what Dean feels like all the time? No wonder he sulks everytime Cas leaves. “Thanks, Cas. I really appreciate you getting this for me.” Sam draws him into a hug and Cas wraps his arms around him easily, giving his back a few little pats before they part.

“It’s no problem. I am only sorry that I didn’t realise Dean wasn’t being sincere when he offered to help.”

“Well,” Sam looks back into the mirror and sees himself smiling. “That definitely backfired on him.”

_

Sam returns from his run with sweat dripping from his brow but he’s still got a smile on his face. He’s eager to report back to Cas, to give him the excellent news that his new running outfit works brilliantly as well as looking fantastic.

As he wanders down the hallway, he can hear Dean’s voice, still a little sleep-addled.

“- just a joke, Cas. Sammy can take it.”

Sam slows down, lingering just outside the kitchen. He stops his running playlist on his phone and tucks his earbuds into his pocket, listening.

“Well, I didn’t find it very funny, Dean.” Cas sounds pissed . His tone is clipped and cold, like he’s crossing his arms and looking the other way. Sam almost snorts at the idea.

“Oh, come on.” Dean says, and Sam hears the scrape of a chair and sound of Dean’s slippers shuffling on the hard floor. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just a - ”

“Joke, yes, you said.” Cas huffs. “Thankfully, Sam liked the outfit anyway.”

“He…wait, what?”

“Yeah, I like it anyway.” Sam wanders in, smirking when Dean jumps. “So your little plan failed.”

Dean’s guffaws when he sees him. “I dunno, Sammy. You still look pretty funny to me.”

“Dean.” Cas snaps. “Sam likes his outfit. And so do I.”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam grins, wandering over the fridge to get the smoothie Cas made for him. He takes a sip. Yep, disgusting . Apparently Cas can pick out excellent clothes but he should never be allowed anywhere near food prep. “ We like it. Cas said it shows off my shoulders and abs.”

Sam watches with delight as Dean’s brain visibly shuts down and reboots. “He what?”

“I said ,” Cas begins, wearily, missing that Dean meant that he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, not that he hadn’t heard it in the first place. “The top shows off Sam’s abs and shoulders. Both are excellent and surely that is the purpose of many clothes? To show off one’s best features.”

“R-right.” Dean is now looking between them with a pale face.

Sam grins and takes another sip of revolting smoothie.

“When’s your birthday, Cas?” Sam asks casually, ignoring Dean opening and closing his mouth blankly.

“I don’t have an official birth date. I was created before time itself, of course.”

That never fails to blow Sam’s mind. His friend, eons old, is standing in their kitchen talking about his new running outfit. “Well, why don’t you choose a date?”

“Oh.” Cas considers. “Perhaps September 18th? It marks the date I came to Earth and walked among humans again. And met Dean, of course.”

Just to add to Sam’s delight, Dean’s floundering continues only now there’s a hint of redness to the back of his neck too.

“September 18th it is.” Sam takes another drink and tries not to wince. “Maybe I can get you an outfit like this too? I know you were talking about getting into fitness while your grace is waning a little.”

Dean actually splutters. He tries to discreetly look over Sam’s outfit and then looks at Cas’ body, obviously imagining the top and shorts on the angel instead. Sam barely hides his glee as he continues.

“I think you’d look great in cycling shorts, Cas. Your thighs are thicker than mine, so they’d really grip tight.”

The back of Dean’s neck practically glows.

Cas, totally oblivious, mulls this over. “That would be interesting. The shorts do appeal to me but the top, less so. I suspect Dean would look wonderful in the cropped top.”

“Uh, hahaha no. No, no, no way.” Dean is laughing but he looks almost terrified rather than amused. “No way. I don’t have Sam’s stupid abs or your…thick…muscly…thighs. I’m just…I’m not wearing a crop top, ok?!”

“Ok Dean.” Cas smiles placatingly. “If you don't want to, that's fine too, of course.”

“Right.” Dean huffs.

“Totally.” Sam nods.

“You look wonderful in whatever you wear.” Cas adds, unnecessarily. “Even those flannels.”

Dean looks like he’s on the verge of fainting like a lady in one of those period dramas. Sam almost laughs smoothie out of his nose.

“I…Cas, you can’t just say…” Dean looks pleading at Sam. “You gotta tell him, man. You can’t - ”

Sam just holds his hands up. “Sorry, no can do. The way I see it, Cas is just expressing his opinion. And honestly, I respect it. He bought me this outfit that I would never have chosen and I love it. So maybe he’s the only one outta all of us with good opinions about clothes.”

He downs the rest of his smoothie and swills out the cup, nodding at Cas. “Thanks, for the smoothie.”

Cas gives him an awkward thumbs up. “Anytime.”

Sam pulls his phone out as he leaves the kitchen, chuckling at the sound of Dean trying to explain to Cas why he’s been bright red for the past ten minutes.

Sam pulls up the camera on his phone and snaps a few pictures of himself. The lighting isn’t great and the angle’s a little awkward but a few of them come out pretty decently. He sends them to Eileen with the message:

Cas got me this exercise set for my birthday and I actually kind of love it. Am I crazy??

His phone pings before he even gets back to his room.

Yeah, crazy HOT!!! Tell Dean I’ll be back in time for the birthday meal he’s secretly cooking you. 

And you’d BETTER be wearing that little crop top when I get there

He grins and opens his bedroom door. He takes one last look at the outfit before peeling it off and grabbing his towel to get in the shower.

He makes for the door and then pauses. He grabs his phone and starts typing. Nike crop top and cycling shorts set.

No harm in seeing if they make it in any more colours. And maybe he’ll get one for Cas too.

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thank you for reading!🥰

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Hiii hope babysitting is goin good

What kind of clothes do each of your characters wear? Like what’s their go-to/favorite outfit? Totally not asking this so I can make fanart haha don’t be silly

I'm drenched wet like a sad cat because I had to wrestle the kid into the shower, but otherwise it's going great 😂

Fanart you say?? Fanaaaart (explodes) 💛💛💛💛💛💛

In detail:

Bella: The one with the most distinctive style, especially now she no longer has an uptight university job. Fishnets, big combat boots, black mini skirt or jeans shorts, ratty crop tops, band t-shirts, black sports bra and some see through mesh blouse. Just imagine you searched "grunge" on pinterest. Add a big mop of curly auburn hair and obligatory Adele eyeliner. Bella has only 1 hole in her ear and she's normally wearing silver jewelry (small studs), she wears many rings but no bracelets and her nails aren't long (she types all day). If she's forced to do formal wear, she'll be in plain black and embrace the Addams family vibes.

Wendy: GIRLY. Whimsy! FUN! Mid flowy skirts, dresses with ruffles and layers and floral prints, beautiful strappy heels, 80s pop music t-shirts coupled with pink jeans. Funky earrings, bracelets, rings. Glittery nail polish. Mini dresses. She's got chin length brown wavy hair and her sense of style is very Barbie-coded, but she does manage to tone it down for more serious situations, so she doesn't look like a Barbie cosplay.

Vince: Dark wash ripped jeans, black tank top or graphic t-shirts (deep V neck), sometimes a button up, black leather jacket (with the belts and buckles, it's for Style) or his varsity football jacket. Worn hiker boots. Not many accessories because he can't be bothered. If it's warm out he'll be in large jeans shorts and flip flops, he simply cannot be assed.

Leo: Boy-Next-Door extreme. Baby blue jeans, light colored t-shirts with a crew neck, hanging on his frame a little loose. Almost never wears patterns. Leo is still finding so much of his identity and he got bullied for being queer, so he's a little stick in the mud when it comes to style. The less he stands out, the better. Worn converse shoes, will often commit the sin of wearing jeans on jeans. His jeans jacket is his favorite and he'll wear it 4 days a week if needed. Also he wears his team hoodie a lot and he'll wear the jacket on top of the hoodie, much to Jonah's displeasure. For work he's always in suits and button ups, again in the most boring shades and combos.

Lucas: His the son of a heartthrob musician. Lucas knows how to dress with style, he just won't. Very similar to Leo's, except add in a lot of university apparel, team shirts, the varsity jacket and those gym-bro tank tops with armholes so huge a man might as well be wearing nothing.

Jonah: Snob. You know he splurges in silk shirts, he's in social pants 90% of the time. Polo shirts, henleys, cable knit sweaters, formal shoes or vans sneakers, polished clean. Always ironed. Wears deep jewel tones a lot, they bring out the hazel in his eyes. If he's in jeans, they're medium wash and never ripped. Will wear a cardigan and cause Leo to seriously consider not going out with him.

#myocs #oh my i think that's all #leo - vince - lucas' styles do blend in each other though #like they influence one another #jonah wendy and bella's styles are definite and they're very aware of it so they don't get influenced at all

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Another! 63, Reggie ship(s) of your choice

Why are all my friends so pretty?

Look, it was kind of Flynn's fault Reggie was in this mess, so it was only fair that she stay and babysit his loopy ass while the rest of their friends went clubbing. She should have known better than to ask the walking disaster to help her get down the shoes she'd accidentally tossed out her window and into a tree trying to scare off the horny pigeons in her window sill. She should have waited for like, Julie. Or Bobby. Or Alex. Even Luke would have probably been better, honestly.

Instead, Reggie had climbed the tree, rescued her shoes, and promptly fallen out and broken his leg. The hospital had given him some pretty strong painkillers that he'd immediately handed over to Alex, afraid of taking to many. Now, Flynn was In Charge Of The Drugs, with a very strict schedule posted on the fridge. He’d taken his pill just before she got here, so he wasn’t due another one for four hours.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Alex asked, tugging at the crop top Willie insisted he wear. His cheekbones had been highlighted to hell and back by Carrie. She had opted to stay in with Flynn and Reggie for the night, but had thrown herself into playing hair and makeup for the people going out, which was the best part anyway, according to her. Alex looked radiant.

"Of course," she said reassuringly. "Me and Reggie have a whole evening of watching shows about cute dogs planned, isn't that right, Reg?" Reggie blinked at his name, startled out of where he was staring at Alex, and gave a thumbs up.

"Okay," Alex said, before letting himself be distracted by Willie, who pulled him into a kiss. Man, whatever lipstick Carrie had used on Willie was good. Not a smudge out of place. The dreamy look on Reggie's face was back. Oh, interesting. She was one hundred per cent going to bring this up to Carrie later.

Speaking of, she came out of one of the bedrooms, brandishing a lip gloss at her cousin, who slapped at her to keep her away. “I’m not wearing lip gloss, Carrie,”  he snapped. “Or that mesh top.” He was wearing his usual black-shirt-red-suspenders outfit, with some nice stompy boots, and his hair artfully mussed. But Flynn had to admit, the mesh top would probably look hot.

“Who’s going to want to kiss your gross chapped lips, then?” Carrie shot back. “Reggie, tell him he’s not getting any if he doesn’t listen to me.”

Reggie blinked, looking Bobby up and down. The guy scowled, crossing his arms defensively. “You look really pretty, Bobby,” Reggie said instead, the traitor. An uncharacteristic smile broke out over Bobby’s face, and he leaned over the couch to ruffle Reggie’s hair.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, before going to the kitchen to pre-game some shots.

“That doesn’t count, he’s stoned off his gourd,” Carrie muttered mutinously. Still, she settled down when Julie let her do her make-up. She and Luke were also dressed to the nines, and Flynn was kind of regretting volunteering for Reggie-sitting duty now, except for how it was totally her responsibility. They pressed a kiss to Reggie’s forehead and cheek, before the gang all headed out the door in a flurry of chaos.

Reggie watched them go, waving and smiling, before flopping down on the couch, his head landing in Flynn’s lap, propping his cast up on the squishy arm of the sofa. “Why are all my friends so pretty?” he whined, pressing his hands to his face.

“You mean Alex?” Flynn asked. She gave Carrie a Look, and her girlfriend settled in on the chair near the sofa, crossing her legs and looking intrigued.

“And Willie,” Reggie moaned. “And Bobby.” He paused, peeking through his fingers up at her. “You and Carrie are also pretty but I respect your opinion that boys are gross and have cooties.”

“The word is... you know what, you’re right,” Carrie said. “Boys are gross and have cooties. Especially Bobby. I’m disappointed in you, Reginald.”

“I knoooow,” Reggie whined, only dropping his hands when Flynn started petting his hair. “Alex and Willie are totally happy together, and I’m already dating Luke and Julie. It’s so selfish of me to want more.”

Flynn blinked, sharing a look with Carrie. Apparently stoned Reggie was a very, very honest Reggie, and this was more than they’d bargained for with a bit of light teasing. Shockingly, it was Carrie who stepped up, even though she hated ‘mushy feeling stuff’ most of the time.

“Do you think Julie’s selfish? She’s dating you and Luke and Flynn.”

“What? No!” Reggie said quickly, offended. He tried to glare at Carrie from his place with his head in Flynn’s lap, but mostly just managed to squint and pout. “Julie’s special, she has a big heart.”

“So do you, sunshine,” Flynn said, booping Reggie’s nose. He tried to boop hers in return, but he missed her face by a mile, dropping his hand back on his chest and pouting until she started stroking his hair again. “Julie and Luke won’t be upset if you want to date someone else.” He seemed to mull it over. Or maybe he just saw an interesting spot on the ceiling. Apparently Julie had gone grocery shopping earlier this week and had found him an hour later, exactly where she left him, stroking one of her fluffy pillows.

“Besides, Bobby’s had a crush on you since he was fifteen,” Carrie said casually, inspecting her fingernails.

Reggie shot up. “Really?”

“That explains so much,” Flynn said. Like how Reggie was the only one who could get piggyback rides from Bobby. He just dropped everyone else. And how Bobby always made sure to sneak in Reggie’s favourite snacks when they went to the movies. And how Reggie was the only one who was able to coax out a smile out of him when he was in one of his Grumpy Cat moods.

“Where’s my phone, I need to text Bobby,” Reggie said, flailing around the couch cushions until Flynn desperately pulled him back to lay down before he fell off the couch and re-broke his leg.

“No texting while stoned,” Carrie said sternly. Reggie pouted, but stopped flailing.

“Besides, maybe talk to Luke and Julie first,” Flynn suggested. He still had another two days on these meds, which would give him plenty of time to bumble through a Serious Conversation. Maybe she’d give Jules a heads up, though, just in case the high dosage of painkillers seriously addled what Reggie was trying to say. She didn’t have time for any sitcom levels of misunderstanding here. She and Carrie may live for The Drama, but only other people’s drama. Not their people’s.

“Myeah,” Reggie said, already flagging after his bout of energy. Flynn smiled, stroking his hair out of his eyes, and he settled back down, melting into her. It didn’t even take half an episode of Puppy Palace for him to fall asleep. And if she and Carrie spent the next hour gossiping and taking bets on how many people Reggie ended up dating, well, that was one of the joys of being in a polycule like theirs, wasn’t it?

#the greater polyphantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #fanfic #flynnxcarrie #juliexlukexreggie #juliexflynn #willex #you said the reggie ship of your choice so of course I went for ALL OF THEM #reggiexeveryone is the best pairing of all #even though this is more pre-reggie/everyone #GIVE ALEX A CROPTOP