#anyways come on let's get you a shirt Jimmy. it's fine

[tev-the-random]

Rooting for Jimmy is like watching someone trying to shoot a target, missing all of his shots, coming back with another gun, missing again, then coming back with a new gun and hitting every inch of wall around the target, three birds and his own foot, but not the target itself.

#(I say that with no heat whatsoever btw) #Empires SMP #Empires season 2 #Solidarity Gaming #got some raw lines from that though #I can admire that Jimmy tried so hard to sound Actually Mean despite that being a little out of his comfort zone #Who knows maybe I'll post another little snippet of RLB AU because of this #anyways come on let's get you a shirt Jimmy. it's fine #TEV Talk

[blackbloodredpepper]

I was at the beach today so here are some bobs burgers beach headcanons

Bob applies LAYERS of sunscreen to himself

It’s pretty gross looking, actually

To the point where even Linda is like “yikes” 😬

It’s fine though because at some point (always sooner than later) Louise WILL dump a pail of water in him

She says it’s for the prank but irl she just thinks that her dad slathered in sunscreen in public is of the utmost embarrassment

Gene and Tina wholeheartedly agree

Gene isn’t allowed to bring his keyboard to the beach anymore

There was an incident

But the family doesn’t talk about it so just drop it, okay?

So yeah

He brings a little radio instead

And Gene just plays the most unhinged shit

Drives Louise crazy (so she says)

Honestly, it bothers Tina even more bcs it makes her senses go brrrrrr in a bad way

she does NOT vibe with the gummy bear song

Gene wears a swim shirt/rash guard

And despite the fact that she hates it, Louise's swimsuit has one of those cute ruffled skirts attached to it

She's tried to cut it off but Linda ALWAYS sews it back on again

Linda brings wine coolers disguised inside her travel thermos (stanley knock off??)

But she has extras in the cooler

Obvi bobby brings his portable grill

his burger of the day is the "Beach Burger"

Just a reg burg except he arranges the sesame seeds into a sand dollar pattern

well, an attempted sand dollar pattern

tbh he gets through one burger bun and gives up

To make up for it he attempted to add fish sauce to the burger meat, but it's okay bcs Gene spit it at him and he got the message

Bob also wears a rash guard btw

Linda is a bikini lady; always red, always high waisted

Tina just sticks with the sexy one piece with the wonky stripe

Louise will always invite her friends along

and they always end up coming, much to bob's chagrin

Andy and Ollie let her bury them up to their necks in sand

Rudy (who not only wears a rash guard, but it's a long sleeved rash guard) just watches from a distance

He really does not like it when any parent gets him in trouble, let alone bob

Gene tans, he loves it

It's a lifestyle, not a skin colour

Linda is right behind him on that one

Tina spends most of her time collecting shells and cool rocks she finds

One time she found a heart-shaped stone and gave it to Jimmy jr

but he thought she was handing him a skipping stone so he chucked it right back into the water

(Zeke spent the rest of the day trying to find it, but it was gone forever)

Louise loves skipping rocks

but literally only because it means that she can throw rocks at people on purpose and say that she's just practicing

Bob ends up with wicked tan lines

Every time he takes off his shirt, for weeks afterwards Louise screams bloody murder

Louise can't really swim

she can pull off a mean doggy paddle but quite frankly she doesn't like getting her ears wet

Tina is the strongest swimmer of all of them

but even still, she mostly just sinks

Gene just floats

The kids are pretty sure they have never seen bob get in the water

Something that he denies, even though it's true

He can swim

He just chooses not to

Linda doesn't get in the water much anymore but she used to be an avid swimmer

She briefly got back into it during her syncro phase but after she embarrassed herself and her kids so it didn't last too long

but she does like to go to some sort of community centre pool sometimes just to swim a couple laps

Anyway

when Linda's at the beach she, like Gene, spends most of her time tanning

where else do you think he got it from?

The only difference is that she makes Gene put at least a little sunblock on

While Linda herself does not put any on at all and gets horrifically burned

BUT its okay! Her skin eventually peels off into a nice, dark tan

bob is terrified of her getting skin cancer, and honestly, its a valid concern

One Linda brushes off, naturally

Tina and Louise LOVE the feeling of the hot sand on their feet

Louise loves the beach because she can comfortably go shoeless

Gene, however, wears his red sneakers

just without socks

stinky boy

Bob also wears a sunhat btw

It's linda's, but as if she uses it lolol

It makes him look classy

Louise WILL clown him for it tho

#I wrote these when I was actually at the beach in august #but i forgot about it #so here we #summer in the winter #bob’s burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #character headcanons #bobs burgers headcanon #bob belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #gene belcher #linda belcher #headcannons

[thetomorrowshow]

drunk with stagnant breath - epilogue

First - Previous

and this fic is over! glad to everyone who came along for the ride, ty for all the support <3 it's short lol but that's just how it needed to be :)

cw: mentioned past injuries, mentioned past abuse

~

EPILOGUE: in which everything is fine, but actually, nothing is, and that's okay (aka beach episode!)

“Joel! Come on in!”

Joel shook his head vigorously. “Jim, I had enough of the water when I had to get in to make you bathe, I’m not doing that again.”

Lizzie splashed him. Joel hissed and drew back, shoving his chair further along the bank. “I’m not supposed to swim, anyways. Doctor’s orders.”

Jimmy snorted. “You’ve been out of the sling for two weeks now, it’s fine.”

“I’m still sore, and I don’t want to be in thirty foot deep water when my right side stops working out of nowhere and I start sinking, you noodle!”

Jimmy rolled his eyes, noticed how Joel followed the action then quickly looked away. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He kept forgetting that his eyes were changed.

Sometimes they were fully gold and sometimes they were just gold-rimmed. He assumed that there was some sort of pattern to it, something he hadn’t figured out yet, but even though there wasn’t any difference in his vision with this new change he imagined it would be fairly strange to see every day. It wasn’t even the strangest part of his appearance—the golden tears on his cheeks hadn’t faded, his scars sparkled in the sunlight, the fins on his ears and neck were rimmed with gold. He was changed.

His friends were changed, too. Along with Joel’s injured arm, he had partly paralyzed the right side of his body during the final battle, and while he had regained much of the feeling through the healing of the Overgrowth, he would likely experience the consequences of it for the rest of his life. Katherine flinched at loud noises, looked around for her friends to ensure they were safe. Lizzie cried out in her sleep, stayed up later and later, checking on her kingdom to keep herself out of her bed. Sausage was permanently unsteady from a head injury, fell over every time he took a corner too sharply. Pixl had disappeared shortly after the official surrender of the battle and hadn’t been seen since.

Those not in his alliance were affected as well. fWhip had approached him barely a day after Jimmy was released from medical to apologize profusely, clearly close to tears. He continued to apologize every time they ran into each other, watched Jimmy nervously out of the corner of his eye. Gem limped, leaning heavily on her staff. A nasty scar twisted down Joey’s collarbone, dark and visible with the neckline of his shirts. And Scott. . . .

As soon as Scott had healed, he ran. Unlike Pixl, though, everyone knew where he was. Scott had locked himself in his palace in Rivendell, not letting anyone in and not leaving. Katherine and Gem had spoken to him through the door, had told him that they wanted to see him, explained that they knew it wasn’t his fault. Scott had told them, in carefully measured words, that he didn’t trust himself and didn’t want to hurt them.

Jimmy couldn’t help but feel almost . . . envious. Envious that Scott didn’t want to hurt them, but had been just fine hurting him.

He knew . . . well. He was supposed to know that it wasn’t Scott’s fault. He was supposed to know that Scott hadn’t been in control for the past however-long. He was supposed to know that Scott hadn’t meant to hurt him.

It was just hard to believe. With all his scars and trauma and the like. After all, he had proof of abuse. It wasn’t like all that had just never happened.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. His skin was beginning to crawl, and he didn’t want to risk a panic attack or flashback. So instead of focusing on Scott any longer, he blinked a couple of times and grinned at Joel.

“We’ll save you if you sink, c’mon!”

“I can’t breathe underwater like you lot!” Joel sputtered. “Won’t be much help if you save me after I’m already dead!”

Still, he stood, dusting himself off. He stretched, shook his head, then sat on the ground of the shore, rolling up his pant legs to splash his feet in the water. “This is as far as I’m going. I’ve got a meeting after this, I’m not getting soaked.”

Lizzie flipped over to him, crawled teasing fingers up his legs which quickly became a sturdy grip to yank him into the water with.

Jimmy had a meeting after this too. He had all sorts of meetings all the time—that was one thing he supposed he missed about living in Rivendell—he had no responsibilities. These days, he met every day with a different group. Just yesterday, he’d had a monthly council for his empire, then a meeting Sausage to discuss trades, and after that a meeting with some sort of high elder of the Order of Aeor? Apparently since he was officially Aeor’s champion and prophet, and had a direct link with the god, he had to participate in his religion.

Aeor chuckled in the back of his head. Jimmy rolled his eyes, scratched at the beginnings of his beard as if flicking the god away.

“Fine! I’ll get in the water,” Joel exclaimed, shoving Lizzie off of him. He sighed, then his expression turned sly. “If Jimmy tells us what he did with the crystal.”

Jimmy’s stomach went cold. “I—” he stuttered, completely taken aback. He couldn’t tell anyone where it was—he didn’t want them to get corrupted. He’d already told everyone that he’d gotten rid of it. How much more could they want?

“Joel!” Lizzie smacked his chest, and Joel drew back, offended. “Jimmy, you don’t have to answer that.”

“Right, well I already told you,” Jimmy managed. “I buried it deep in a field. Or—I wasn’t the most in control when that happened, so I guess Aeor did that. Point is, it’s hidden, and it’s nowhere near any of our kingdoms.”

He hesitated, waiting for Aeor to chime in to correct him. Nothing came; Aeor must’ve stopped observing him for the moment.

Lizzie and Joel were both watching him carefully. He nearly snapped at them, nearly told them that he was fine and they needed to stop hovering, but instead he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They only cared about him and wanted to make sure he was okay. After everything, he could grant them that.

He looked back up and smiled, almost genuinely. “I’m good. Wanna take a walk? Then Joel doesn’t have to swim and we can both get our daily exercise in.”

-

The day whiled away quickly after that. Joel and Lizzie left, and Jimmy attended meetings. By that point he was utterly exhausted, and the effort he put into getting ready for bed took it out of him and he fell asleep before he even had time to pull his covers up.

In his drowsing, blank state, he reached under his pillow, fumbled for a moment, then withdrew a small object looped through a chain, which he held close to his chest as he fell asleep.

And Scott Smajor, fallen elf, sat curled on the floor of a small, wrecked room, head buried in his arms and back against the scratched door. His shoulders shook, his hand clenched around a small object looped through a chain.

Hidden in a locked metal box buried in the chasm between the Cod Empire and Mythland, a gold-encrusted crystal lay cold and still.

#empires smp #esmp #empires fanfic #mcyt #abusive scott #<<block that tag if you don't want to see this fic! #it's over tho so #jimmy solidarity #mas writes #dwsb #how we feelin about this ending #i'm happy with it tbh #they r not ok and that's fine #we love to see how huge upheavals continue to affect characters #idk maybe it's just me lol #i hate stories where everything is magically perfect at the end #like im a huge newsies fan and i still hate how the ending did crutchie #smh give my characters some issues to work through #love you guys

[jimmys-zeppelin]

i'm back and better than ever 🤪

I have an extra long moonbeam bit for you lovely people today!! the snippet comes from a chapter where sab and jimmy go to california on a Business Trip™ because our pagey is a very busy man. anyway, I hope y'all enjoy!

She had slipped on her clothes already and was shaking a towel through her hair as Jimmy emerged from the bathroom; a pair of loose pants on with a tee that read 'education is the key to life'. Sabrina tried to hold back her laughter.

"You just love that shirt don't you?"

Looking down, he stared back at Sabrina incredulously, "this is a fine shirt, Sabrina."

"I didn't say it wasn't," she laughed, "just saying....maybe get a new one."

"Ha." Jimmy said, "Very funny. Did they come with the food?"

"Yeah, it's just outside. I was still changing when they showed up."

Opening the door, he picked up the plates which had been left on the cart outside their room.

"Can't believe you don't like the shirt." Jimmy mumbled, an air of humor obvious in his voice as he said so, sitting atop the bed as he put the platter down.

"Jimmy," she replied, getting onto the bed with him, placing a hand to his chest, "it's a great shirt. It's got a good message...I just think you might look...better with it off." she shrugged, delicately kissing him before turning to her sandwich.

"Right." Jimmy mumbled, opening both of their cans of Sprite. "Do you want me to take it off?"

"Do you want to take it off?" she asked, taking a bite of her dinner, her voice muffled by the bread and cheese.

"You basically said you don't want me to wear it."

"Darling, stop being a tease. Take it off or don't. I like you either way." she replied, smiling sweetly at him.

With his smirk, he leaned into her, pressing a rough kiss onto her cheek, pushing her backwards. She laughed as he did so, grabbing onto his shoulder so she didn't fall off the bed, turning her head so he'd kiss her instead.

She placed her sandwich onto the platter as she melted into him, his figure coming down over hers. Her arms draped around his neck as she sighed into him contentedly. His hands couldn't stop themselves from exploring, first going down the length of her arms, then reaching beneath her top to grab at her waist, his wide palms massaging her skin with them.

"You smell so good." he sighed, pressing languid kisses to her neck in the meantime.

Reaching her fingers into her hair, she pulled him in closer to her, humming in agreement. "You, too."

"Can't believe I get to call you mine." Jimmy muttered, breaking from his kisses to stop and look at her.

"All yours?" Sabrina asked playfully.

"All mine." he said proudly, tucking some hair behind her ear.

Sabrina giggled, sitting up slightly to reconnect her lips with his, using her hands around his neck to pull him back down to where she lay.

Entangling her legs with his, Jimmy's body fit onto hers like two perfect puzzle pieces. His hand remained underneath her top, fingers grazing her waist before trailing up higher.

Thumbing the skin just beneath her breast, he pulled away for a brief second, "can I?"

"Please do." she answered.

Wasting no time, he gently took her into his hand, feeling her up and massaging at the skin as softly as he could. Whimpering quietly into his mouth, she pulled him in impossibly closer. With his tongue skillfully playing at hers, they were lost in one another, barely noticing the phone when it rang.

"Ignore it." Sabrina said, her voice caught between a whisper and a mumble.

Jimmy hummed, letting it ring for another few seconds before being driven mad by the trilling tone. He reached just over her head to grab the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Mr. Page?" Sabrina heard the person on the other end ask, the sound slightly garbled through the hotel phone. In the meantime, she traced his face with her fingers, lingering on his lips, they were a shade redder than they'd usually been.

Every nerve in her body wanted to reach for the phone and hang it up, allowing Jimmy to be completely at her disposal again. Despite being inches apart, she found herself craving him the more she prodded at his face.

"Okay. Alright. Thank you. Bye bye." Jimmy said finally, reaching over once again and placing the phone back onto the receiver, the plastic clattering as it did so.

"Who was it?" She asked, staring unashamedly into the beautiful emeralds of his eyes.

"Sean's management. Said everything's worked out for the video. They don't need me back for tomorrow."

"Oh, perfect. We can spend the day in tomorrow, then." she smiled, pecking at his lips.

"Not so fast. I actually wanted to show you the sights around here."

"Aw, bummer."

"Not a bummer, darling. I thought you wanted to see the city."

"I do. I just want to be like this with you more often."

"Why don't you come on tour with Robert and I this autumn, then?"

Sabrina laughed, "you're joking."

"I'm not." Jimmy said, not an air of humor in his voice despite the smile on his face. "Can spend entire mornings and evenings in bed. Doing....God knows what." he smirked.

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and as a special treat for those who are reading this, I'm going to be posting the first chapter of moonbeam tomorrow!!! so keep your eyes peeled for that as well. I love you all, thank you so much for your support thus far with this story; it's really made me feel loved 🥰

#jimmy page #fanfic #fanfiction #six sentence sunday #moonbeam

[sorrybrooutofstockrn]

A day in the beach

Rated: M

Pairing: Castiel/Female Sam Winchester

Summary: Castiel and Jimmy are spending their summer on the beach, Castiel gets his head hit by a volleyball.

Summer, one of the best seasons of the year, Jimmy counted the days for summer break, he was free to spend time with his twin, Castiel who didn't look excited as him for some reason.

–C'mon Cas, it will be fun! We can swim in the beautiful crystal sea, eat watermelons, drink lemonade, catch a tan, get to know some guys and girls, you know what i mean?.

–You want a summer romance?.

–Well that too i guess, get ready for our trip! I'm already wearing my summer clothes under this robe, you have five minutes to change your clothes!.

–Alright.

Castiel, contrary of his brother who was shirtless and wearing swimming trunks, was wearing a tank top and shorts, Jimmy said he would feel hot "After the sun goes down, you will get cold, plus i'm not going to swim or get a tan" to that Jimmy said "You are no fun".

–We're settled! Did you use sunscreen? I can—did you use kids sunscreen Cas? Really?.

–Doesn't have the same purpose? Protect you from the sun? So what it's kids sunscreen?.

–Whatever, i'm going to swim, are you sure you don't want to come with me?.

–Yes, i'll be here securing our things and maybe buy ice cream.

–You're such a kid sometimes.

–...

–Anyway, have fun!

–You too.

There's so many people here, Castiel observed

–My daughter isn't going to dress like a whore, put your jacket.

–Dad we are in a beach, it's hot as hell here, i'm already wearing a swimsuit, what's next? Socks?.

–Sammy it's just a swimsuit cover up, it's not so bad, plus dad let you choose when we bought.

–Whose side are you on Dean?!.

–Don't make me use my slipper Sam.

–Are you kidding me?! You'll beat me because i'm not using a damn—fine!.

What a terrible father, Castiel thought

Castiel watched the father yell at his daughter "You forgot to use sunscreen!", Sam ignored the man and walked away, she walked right in front of Castiel and oh what a sight! Slim waist, thick thighs and big breasts, Castiel was looking respectfully.

–Excuse me sir?.

–Are you talking to me?.

–Yes, can i ask you something?.

–Sure, what is it?.

–Do you know if there is any ice cream truck here?.

–Yes, in fact i was going to buy one for myself.

Liar, Castiel said to himself

–Well, how about we go together?.

–Sounds great, my name is Castiel by the way.

–Samantha but Sam is fine.

–It's a pleasure to meet you Sam.

–The pleasure is mine Castiel.

She looks so young, i wonder how old she is, to have such a strict father she must be young, therefore i shouldn't have such lustful thoughts, wait a second, lustful thoughts?, Castiel eyes widened

–What flavor would this young lady like?.

–Please sir i'm not that young! Vanilla with sprinkles please.

–And you sir?.

–I want a uhh chocolate, chocolate with...chocolate syrup.

–Coming right in!.

She is looking at me, what do i say?, Castiel asked himself

–So Castiel, what brings you here?

–My brother wanted to go here, he wanted me to go with him, so here i am. What about you?.

–It's summer, my family just moved in to here, we wanted to spend some quality time together for once, what better place than a beach?.

–Ma'am, Sir, your ice creams!.

–Thank you sir.

–Thank you, well Sam, would you like to sit with me? I have two chairs, if you would like um.

–Sure.

–Alright.

Stop looking at her mouth, you are being creepy, Castiel reprehended himself

–Your ice cream is melting Cas.

–Is it?.

–Yes, here.

Breathe Castiel, breathe, she is not into you, she just removed ice cream from your shirt, nothing special, Castiel told himself

–How old are you Sam?.

–Twenty two, you?.

–Twenty three, i'm three seconds younger than my twin.

–I'm four years younger than my brother.

Alright, she is not underage, good, i don't want to get in trouble with her brother and father, now how do i flirt with her?, Castiel asked himself

–You think a little loud Cas.

–What?.

–Are you worried about my brother and father finding us?.

–Well when you say it like this, a little.

–Hah, they are very protective but i doubt they would cause chaos because of you, you look like a nice person Cas.

Like Jimmy says, now or never, you can do it Castiel!, Castiel smiled

–Can i kiss you?.

–I thought you wouldn't ask.

–So...no kiss?.

–Yes, come here.

Castiel felt so happy, he kissed her! He kissed someone! And oh boy he was enjoying a lot, he made a bold move, placing his hands on her waist and lifting her, now sitting on his lap, Sam could feel Castiel's bulge and holy hell it's big.

–That was my first kiss.

–And you kissed very well.

–Thank you.

–Do you want me to take care of you?

–I want to—OW!

Castiel felt something hard hit his head, it hurt, a lot, he looked up and there was Sam's brother, looking at him like he had just committed the worst mistake of his life.

–Get your hands off my sister, you pervert.

–My hands are on my head, you just throw a ball at my head.

–And i will do it again if you kiss her again.

–Threats of violence is a crime.

–Sammy let's go.

–For fuck’s sake Dean, i'm not a kid anymore! You can't control my life! You're acting like dad!.

–I'm not controlling you! I'm saving your ass from a weirdo!.

–You are distorting this situation

–Shut the fuck up, Sam, your lucky that it's me and not dad, dad would kill him right on sight.

–Hey! HEY! What's happening here?! What did you do to my brother?.

–Jimmy.

–Oh great there's two of them, your brother was kissing my sister!

–And you think hitting me with a volleyball is the solution? What makes you think Samantha didn't want to kiss me?.

–You hit my brother?! You fucking bastard! Who do you think you are?! I'll report you for aggression!"

–BOTH YOU THREE! TIME OUT! First of all, Cas are you ok? Do you need to see a doctor? Ice to ease the pain?.

–Yes, i need ice.

–Second, i'm sorry about my brother, he acted like a asshole but i promise you he is not a bad person, third what the hell is wrong with you Dean?! Don't even say "I was trying to protect you Sammy", i wanted to kiss Cas, he didn't force me to kiss him. I'm tired of you and dad treating me like a kid and wanting to make decisions for me, Jimmy, if isn't a problem, may i accompany you and Cas to the ice cream man? To get some ice for Cas head?.

–Sure, i want to know the full story of what happened here.

Samantha didn't return home that night, leaving a worried Dean and pissed John. Castiel? Well he had the greatest night of his life, and Jimmy haven't slept the whole night, curse Castiel Novak's stamina.

#supernatural #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #oneshot

[brokenstrings]

Hi, could you do headcannons of jinx, Vi and Caitlyn with and s/o that plays bass guitar in a band (feel free to ignore if you have too many other asks to get to)

my phone crashed halfway thru and deleted this TWICE IN A ROW and i’m pissed so this’ll be rushed but anyways

my inbox was empty :crying and going thru an emo arc: so yeah this was fine, thanks!! also random thing abt this ask but i imagined it as music like tally hall and molchat doma idk why

i already did vi with a bassist s/o so hers is probably gonna be shorter

Jinx, Vi and Cait with a bassist s/o who’s in a band

Jinx

She’s in love with your band and has all your songs on her playlist

I‘m not kidding it’s like that one tiktok audio that’s like SM SM BY JIMMY BUFFET, SM SM BY JIMMY BUFFET

She has all the cds and merch she can get her hands on, even if she doesn’t have anything to play a cd on

Jinx is actually very interested in learning bass, if you try to teach her she definitely would be happy about it

”Oh my god can you teach me? YOU CAN?! I love you so much, bubs thank you!”

She actually finds out normal electric guitar is her thing, so that’s cool too

You overhear her listening to your music while working a lot, it makes you really happy

Once at a concert you were actually feeling kinda bad about your performance then Jinx screamed

”LOOK AT MY BABY!! I LOVE YOU!!”

You gained so much confidence and slayed that concert, it’s your favorite concert memory

If you come back angry or overwhelmed from band practice (same) she’ll try to comfort you despite not understanding why you’re mad

”I’m sure ya did fine, bubs! Don’t feel bad, c’mere so I can hold you!”

She’s your biggest fan and it shows

Probably has a tattoo of your band logo somewhere

Ok off topic from bass but her calling her s/o bubs is the best thing I’ve written /hj

Vi

Vi has most of your songs in her playlist, the few she left out were just songs she thinks weren’t as good, she still likes them all, she just didn’t wanna flood her playlist

She ended up flooding her playlist anyways but like shush

She has a little bookshelf with a bunch of cds on display, one of the shelves has her radio and a few of your cds on it

She also has a wall that has two of your basses you don’t use too much anymore and a shirt and/or a poster hung up in between them

She’ll work out to your music to motivate her, it reminds her that she‘s working to protect you

Like that justin bieber vid, ”I’m workin…. Workin so i can please you 😘” HAHAHHA /J

You take Vi to a bunch of band practice’s unless your band specifically says don’t bring her, her presence comforts you

And she loves going to those so it’s fair it’s not like “GRRR CMERE BITCH WE R GOING TO PRACTICE.”

If you and the band get into a fight or you just get overwhelmed she forces you to go home mid practice

Her: :GASP: :clutches purse: come on sweaty we’re going home it’s not safe here PLSSKSKSKSK /J

At concerts she always gets a front row spot or a spot where you can easily see she’s there, it makes you so happy she attends them when she can

Once she arranged with your band to have a thing where in between songs she comes on stage and 1. suprises you 2. publicizes your relationship

You cried, it‘s your favorite concert moment

”Hey cupcake, this is a nice show! Hey are you crying? Baby come here, I just wanted to suprise ya.”

Caitlyn

Shes the same as Vi, not wanting to flood her playlist with your music but ends up doing so

She has a wall of vinyls hung up with a little record player on a shelf, there’s a whole section of your vinyls if you have any

Cait has a little bit of your merch but not a lot, it’s usually just not her aesthetic

She didn’t want to learn bass at first because she wanted it to be your thing not hers, but if you want to teach her she’ll let you

She ends up being pretty good, but I think piano is her strong suit

”I think I did good, though not as good as you did, love. It never will be, you’re perfect.”

That one line made your entire month perfect /hj

At concerts she usually keeps quiet and just gets any seat she thinks will have a good view so she can record it

She actually has tapes of your shows

”What? It’s better memories than keeping it on a phone, I could easily lose that. And honestly it’s more aesthetically pleasing to me.”

Listen I think she’s retro bitch and loves old 70s-90s stuff it’s canon shut up I said so /j

If you come back angry or overwhelmed from practice she notices as soon as you step foot on the front porch

”Love, why are you upset? Did your practice go wrong?”

She‘ll cuddle you for a while as she encourages you to take a break from music for a day or two;

”I think it’d be refreshing for you to take a break, okay?”

You text your band like “Hey you fucking idiots practice was shitty so my gf is making me take a break for a few days and I have priorities so fuck y’all bye”

PLS I MADE SO MANY WEIRD JOKES IN THIS I LOVE IT MUAHAHAHAHAH

EVIIIILLLL

#arcane x reader #arcane #arcane netflix #jinx x reader #jinx arcane #vi lol #vi arcane #arcane vi x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn arcane #arcane lol #arcane headcanon #arcane imagines

[ninzied]

this is halloween, everybody make a scene

frank sneaks in through karen’s window, but he’s the one in for a surprise when he gets a good look at her costume. a crack!y little halloween fic.

He’d figured she wouldn’t be home.

That’s why he doesn’t bother with knocking. It’s Halloween, and he doubts that she’s spending it sitting at home and doling out candy. That’s what Frank tells himself, anyway, when he’s scaling his way up the fire escape toward her window.

When he finds her place in relative darkness, he tells himself that it’s not disappointment he’s feeling, either.

A group of trick-or-treaters passes underneath, and Frank waits them out before jimmying her window open. The adults are in matching green track suits – he’s been seeing a lot of those, actually – and they’ve got their kids dressed as whatever superheroes happen to be “in” these days, which Frank can’t say he knows much about.

At least there are no mini Daredevils in sight.

He slides through Karen’s window, and tries not to think about what Lisa would have been wearing tonight, and little Frank Junior. Because the truth of the matter is that if Frank Junior had wanted to put on a red suit, and a mask with those stupid red horns, Frank would’ve let him. Not only that, Frank knows he would’ve been proud.

And Lisa, maybe after she grew out of her dinosaur phase, would’ve looked up to someone like Karen. Someone who’s a superhero in her own right. Someone who’s—

Crack!

Someone who, as it turns out, has just aimed a baseball bat at his face.

Frank’s head snaps back, his vision gone sideways. The floor looks uncomfortably close for a moment, and he almost drops the vase he’d been carrying. “Jesus,” he utters. Then, “Guess I deserved that.”

“Oh my God – Frank?”

The world is still tilting a little, even though he’s standing upright. Frank swipes some blood off his brow with a grimace. “Hey, Karen. It’s really good to see you, too.”

She makes a noise that’s half-relief and half-frustration. “If I’d known it was you sooner, I honestly might’ve kept on swinging.” She lowers the bat, leaning it up against the wall.

“Wouldn’t blame you,” says Frank. Half his face is throbbing, but it’s good to see her. It’s always good to see her. “Think a simple ‘hands behind your head’ would’ve done just fine too, though.”

“Gun’s in the other room,” Karen shrugs. “This was closer.”

His vision swims a little again, and he blinks, trying to clear it. There’s blood dripping into his lashes. He can feel Karen’s eyes on him in the dark, assessing the damage.

“Come on,” she says finally, and turns toward the kitchen. The movement draws his gaze down, to the long, bare lines of her legs. The shirt that she’s wearing only comes down about mid-thigh.

He frowns, wondering if she’s in costume. If he’s caught her on her way out or heading back in for the night. But then light floods the room as she flicks a switch on, and Frank sees the blankets, piled high on the couch with a laptop half-shut on the table. It looks like she’d fallen asleep in the middle of working.

“School night?” he says.

Karen gives him a withering side-eye from behind the counter.

“Deadline,” she corrects him, running a hand towel under the tap as he approaches. Her face looks fresh and clean, free of any makeup. Her hair is a little sleep-rumpled. And she’s wearing nothing but a long black tee.

A long black tee with the Punisher’s skull emblazoned in white on the front.

The sight of her in it squeezes at something inside his chest. He has to breathe through the tightness, this unspeakable ache, for a moment.

“That your costume, then?” he asks, voice rasping a little as he comes around the counter toward her.

“They were selling them at the bodega downstairs, and I couldn’t resist.” She wrings out the washcloth, then reaches up to wipe away some of the blood on his face.

“Yeah?” Frank closes his eyes as she dabs at his lid, her touch almost unbearably careful.

“I was getting tired of seeing those alt-right types use you as their poster child. At least this is one less shirt that will go to their cause.” She sighs, then offers him a wry smile. “Plus, it was soft, so.”

Frank’s hand twitches down at his side. She’s standing close enough that he could reach out and touch her, if she would let him. If he would let him, too. “Soft, huh.”

“Mm,” says Karen. “Probably a lot more comfortable than yours.”

She’s casually averting her gaze as she says it. He waits for her eyes to meet his once more before he’s telling her, “I, uh. Haven’t worn it. In a while.”

She pauses for a fraction of a second, then resumes cleaning his forehead again. “I see,” she says, voice even.

He does reach for her this time, fingering the hem of her shirt. Careful not to graze bare skin. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Her smile takes a softly questioning turn as she pats his face dry with another clean towel. “What are you even doing here, Frank?”

“Trick or treat, I guess.” He grins a little crookedly at her. “Though you kind of made it clear which one it was gonna be.”

Karen shakes her head as she rinses her hands in the sink, but he thinks there might be another smile hidden underneath all that, too.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she says lightly. “Nothing wrong with a little of both.”

She goes to the fridge next and pulls out two beers. Frank’s about to take one when she lifts it to his face instead.

“For the swelling,” she tells him. Then she pops the top on the other bottle, and there’s a teasing kind of edge to the way she takes that first sip.

“Cheers,” says Frank, and presses the cold beer to his eyebrow. The pain has ebbed some, but that could just be from the way Karen’s looking at him. Like she’s no longer thinking about taking a swing at him again.

It’s progress.

“So. Frank,” she says, after a moment. “What are you tonight, if not – this?” She gestures down at her shirt. There’s a smear of blood on the skull now, which seems fitting. Karen’s head tilts, expression soft with something unreadable as Frank moves closer to her.

“’M just a guy,” he says, slightly hoarse. “Hoping to bring a girl flowers.”

“Okay.” Karen nods, considering him. “And tomorrow?”

Frank holds her gaze. His eye might be on the way to swollen half-shut tomorrow, but he thinks he’s never seen things so clearly. “Depends if the girl would like him to stay.”

Karen slowly releases a breath. Her eyes are bright on his as she reaches for the beer in his hand. She sets it down on the counter, surveying the side of his face.

“We should probably put some real ice on that,” she says.

She opens the second beer, sliding it over to him in offering. She smiles when he reaches for her hand instead.

#kastle #kastle ff #kastlenetwork #happy halloween kastle fam!

[beigehearts]

Multiple requests are fine! Requests are unlimited. 

This is a cool idea so hell yeah

Yandere Adult Trio finding you after a few years after escape CW: physical abuse, mentions of kidnapping, blood, needles

Hisoka

This is rather nice actually. A quiet life in the middle of nowhere where no one questions you. It’s somewhat of a farming community you live in. You work at a farmers market, selling fresh fruits and vegetables to the same people every day. Everyone here recognizes you under your fake identity, and treats you as part of the community. As if you didn’t randomly appear one day. As if you aren’t in hiding. 

It’s been about three years you would say. Three years since you escaped... him. You dyed your hair, wore colored contacts and completely changed your clothing look. You moved countries, learned a new language, and completely dropped your entire identity and life. It was the only way you could escape him. How you escaped him remains a mystery to you too. He was always attentive but- you escaped that last time. Slipped through his fingers. 

Mr. Grady, the oldest farmer in town hobbles over to your stand and smiles with his big loose mouth. He only has a few teeth but you don’t need many when you blend all of your food anyway.

“Oh hello Charlie. How are you today?” He asks with his frail old man voice.

You smile back and begin bagging up the usual for him. “Very good Mr. Grady. How are you?” 

Your conversations are never short but it’s almost become a highlight of your day to hear the old man ramble. “Oh you know. The sheep dog are sick, so I tried rounding those cows up with my cat. He practically got trampled!” He throws his arms up as if it’s unbelievable. You somewhat listen as he continues. “... moral of the story is, cats are unreliable and only have two lives.” 

As you hand the paper bag over the counter the old man stops to think for a moment. “I saw someone new up by the shops today, he was a real character. Quite tall too.” 

You nod and get the change for the money he hands you, “Oh really? Did you talk to him?”

“He wasn’t much interested in me. Though he didn’t seem like a normal traveler. He was much too eccentric for that.” He offers one last toothless smile, “Don’t work too late. It’s time for the foxbears to come out of hibernation soon.” 

Before you can further question him, he hobbles off pretty quickly for an old man. Of course you’re overreacting but someone eccentric and tall randomly coming to town? No it couldn’t be. It’s been over three years since then. And he wouldn’t go this far for you would he? 

After closing up the shop you grab the keys to your car and head for the ‘parking lot’. It’s a field with white lines spray painted on the grass with a single light to illuminate the whole place. You hop into your car and are just glad to finally go home after a long day. It was rather slow but that’s because it was a tuesday. It is very busy on friday-monday. You start your car, and turn on the air, you plug your phone in and relax some into your seat.

You adjust your rear view mirror and scream when you do. You just barely catch the reflection of someone in the back of your car. He’s sitting in the back seat watching you closely. You decide against turning around to face him.

“Hello y/n. Or is it Charlie?” He asks calmly, as if it were a casual conversation.

You clear your throat and try to control your shaking. “What are you doing here Hisoka?” 

He ignores your question completely. “You really know how to choose a nice town. Quiet, friendly, off the grid.”

“I suppose.” Your hands grip on the steering wheel tightens. “How did you find me?”

“Oh, well, it was quite hard really. You did a good job. But once I found the first person who helped you change your identity, it was just a matter of going down the chain.”

You’d rather not think about what happened to those people. “And what are you doing here?” You repeat your question.

“Well there’s only one thing I’m here for of course.” He leans back in the seat, just barely having enough room for his legs. “I’ve come to bring you home.” 

“I don’t want to. It’s nice here.” You state as if you have an option. 

He leans forward this time, and cranes his head around the drivers seat to whisper in your ear, “It’s really not up to you pet.”

Before you can even react, there’s a rope around your neck, and he’s pulling you hard against your seat. You claw at the rope and gasp for air. You try to turn some but the rope burn hurts too much. You manage to get your fingers under the rope around your neck, and throw yourself forward.

His head smacks the back of your seat but your head smacks the wheel, honking the horn. There’s no doubt that you’re bleeding. You throw the rope over your head and jump out of the car, and run. But he’s much faster.

He jumps out of the car and before you know it, he grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you to him. He holds you against himself with his arms, leaving no room for escape. But you have one more trick up your sleeve. You throw your head back as hard you can and headbutt his face. There’s a loud crack that you can only assume is his nose. 

He groans and his nails dig into your skin through your clothes. “You really got feisty while I was away.” His nails begin to pierce your skin, ripping through the cloth of your shirt. “But it’s no matter, it only turns me on more.”

Illumi

To say you’re on the run is an understatement. You’re practically sprinting away even all these years later. You know that if you stop for even a few days that he would find you. You spend no more than three days at a time in the same place. You’ve travelled half of the world by now- and quite honestly it has been somewhat nice. Not just the freedom from the suffocating grasp of your captor Illumi, but being able to see the world. You would never have done this if not for the situation you were in. Maybe things happen for a reason.

It feels like forever since you’ve been travelling. But the reality is that it’s only been two years. Two long years of not stopping. You have a new name and often go days without eating. It’s not easy getting money when you aren’t in the same area for long. 

It was late night when you escaped from him. He never let his guard down so you just had to go for it. He wasn’t expecting you to make a mad dash out of the manor, and hide out in the woods for a few days. Slowly but surely you managed to get out of the mountain prison, leaving through the small door next to the office. The man working at the entrance was sipping tea and reading the newspaper when you left much too busy to pay attention to you. You’re more than sure he was punished for missing you leaving. But sometimes you wonder if he chose to ignore you on purpose, and let you escape. 

It’s a beautiful morning. You slept on a few blankets and a sweatshirt as a pillow on the ground of a cave. It was hard to get any sleep at first but you managed to get used to the back pain. The sun is shining through the canopy, streams of light illuminating the cave. The grass outside of the cave is wet with dew droplets. It’s only slightly humid but the breeze with the warm weather is heavenly. It’s not every day you get good weather like this. 

You sit up and stretch your arms in the air, yawning tiredly. Your usual morning routine was to get a fire started, and put the tiny kettle above it. In your small backpack you have a few essential items. Coffee being one of them. You get out your tin can after jimmying a fire and filling the kettle with water from a nearby stream. You drop some instant coffee grounds in the kettle and bask in the aroma of coffee. 

You pour yourself a cup and put some powdered milk packets and splenda in the cup, stirring it with a stick that looked relatively... clean. But you had a feeling that today was the day. You weren’t sure why this morning you knew he would find you. But you did. Almost on cue, you hear footsteps approach behind you.

You bring the tin cup to your lips, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. 

“So this is where you’ve been.” You don’t even flinch at his words. You knew this was inevitable. 

The coffee burns your tongue. “Yes, I must have stayed here for a day too long. Don’t you agree Illumi?”

“Yes. It was quite stupid.” There’s a silence between the two of you. You continue sitting on the ground with your back facing him. “Are you ready to leave?” He asks as if he’s picking you up from and elementary sleep over. 

“May I finish my coffee first?” 

“I suppose.” Though he doesn’t move from his spot, his gaze staying firm on your back.

Luckily you haven’t spent all this time just running, but training. In self defense to be specific.

Quickly you jump up and turn around, you move your arm to throw the coffee on him in hopes of burning him. He grabs your wrist, but the coffee does land on his forearm. You bring your leg up to kick him in the side but he grabs it right as you make contact. The only hit you actually manage to land is when you throw a punch with your free hand at his throat. If it were anyone else they would be stunned for at least a few seconds. But this wasn’t anyone. He shows no sign of flinching. 

“Are you ready now?” He asks.

You allow your body to relax and he lets go of your limbs. “Go ahead, put a needle in me.”

He doesn’t argue with your point, pressing a needle to your chest and the last thing you hear is “Don’t fight it.”

Chrollo

The very thought that all of these people by his side had no qualms about you being kidnapped makes you sick. All of them had many chances to set you free and yet they stayed loyal to your captor, as if this were normal and okay. So many people witnessing this unhealthy obsession and not even muttering a word about it. Honestly you find it more ridiculous than you do sad. How did he have all these people under his thumb? Was he really just that powerful? 

Wherever he went, you went. One day he had what they called, ‘a mission.” You had caught a cargo train out west and jumped on, as stowaways. It’s not as if anyone checked each boxcar. All of you had fallen asleep in the small space of the boxcar. The train was at full speed, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Cargo trains were much faster than you anticipated. Once you were sure everyone was asleep, you stood up casually as if you were just stretching. In case someone woke up. Which they did. Nobunaga peeled his eyes open and examined you. But he was too slow, you leaped out of the car before anyone could grab you. You went tumbling through a field after hitting your head very hard against the ground. It wasn’t the perfect escape but it was an escape.

After that you found a nearby farm, and while it was still night you stole a horse from a barn. You rode for many miles, until days later you found a very busy city. Somehow you managed to make a life for yourself, becoming a low grade secretary. 

Today was a slow day, your employer did not have many clients today. You checked in on your boss to see if she needed anything but she waved you away. You decided to play solitaire on the computer, a perfectly valid way to waste time. 

The phone rings and you pick it up while still keeping one hand on the mouse to play solitaire. 

“Hello this is the Seedling Lawyer’s Office. How may I help you?” You stick the phone between your ear and shoulder, playing solitaire. 

There’s a chuckle from the other side of the phone. “So it is you.”

Your blood runs cold, and the only thing that your head is telling you is ‘run’. “I’m not sure who this is, could you please state your name and purpose for calling?” Playing dumb seems like the only decision right now. 

“My darling, there’s no need for the semantics. I’m coming to pick you up right now.” Perfectly on cue, the sliding doors of the building open and you drop the phone, standing up abruptly. 

His eyes show affection and kindness, but there’s a glimmer of... rage. You look around but no one is in the waiting room and you know the cameras are fake for security. This is a cheap layer’s business after all. 

“There’s no need for the semantics Chrollo.” You try to say mockingly but it comes out more as fearful and unsure.

His smile drops and he begins walking towards your desk. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions y/n?” He scoffs kicks the heavy desk to the side as if it weighed nothing. “I missed you of course.” 

“Ah well, maybe I needed a break.” It comes out as a question. 

He corners you against the wall and places a rough hand on your cheek. “Oh darling, oh my sweet darling.” His smile reappears, as sweet as it always has been. “I’m going to kill your entire family.” His hand grips the side of your face roughly and he tilts your head back. 

“You really are something. I would never hurt you, you know.” He places a gentle kiss against your cheek despite his tight grip on the side of your head. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences for what you’ve done.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat and grab his wrist. “Well you’re hurting me right now.” 

Immediately he drops his hand and sighs. “I would never hurt you intentionally, or if not necessary.” He grabs your throat, holding it so tightly you wonder if you’ll ever be able to talk again. He’s crushing your air ways and vocal cords. You claw at his wrist but its useless. “Disciplining you does not count as hurting you.” He leans forward, and if you could yelp you would.

He bites your cheek, definitely leaving a mark. After drawing blood, he licks it up. Your vision is going dark but you’re simply not strong enough to fight back. “Do you understand darling?”

#hisoka #hisoka morrow #hisoka x reader #yandere hisoka #illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #yandere illumi #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #phantom troupe #hxh #hunter x hunter #adult trio #adult trio x reader #yandere adult trio #yandere

[mrs-march-ahs]

How the Evans Cheer You Up

Headcannons and a short imagine for how the boys would cheer you up

I know this idea has been to done to death but I really wanted to have my own go at it. I sincerely hope you like it. I’m still unsure with this one. I tried to make up different reasons for the reader to be upset, I hope they all sound like reasonable reasons to cry. :)

Tate

-Notices you’re upset, so he comes and approaches you slowly

-Understands if you don’t want to talk about it

-Subtly checks your wrists to make sure you haven’t cut yourself

-Comes and rubs your back

-Tries to make some light jokes to see how they land

-If he’s in a particularly goofy mood, he’d come and tickle you to cheer you up

----

Tate’s heart races as he runs up the stairs and stands in front of the door to your bedroom. With you still alive, occasionally school days and family trips set you two apart for longer periods of times. After not seeing you for a long weekend, he opens the door to your room, and looks at you laid on the bed, facing the window. He quietly walks in and shuts the door behind him, before creeping you behind you. Then, suddenly, he jumps up on the bed and puts his hands on your tummy, tickling away. You look up at him angrily and push him off you, making him open his mouth in shock.

“Heyyy, I’m sorry, I’m just messing about… just happy to finally see you”, he says happily and leans in for a kiss, but you lean back and look at him. He sits down, genuinely hurt at your reluctance.

“Should I… leave?”, he says quietly, like he’s afraid of the answer. But instead of giving him one, you explain your worries.

“Tate… we got turbulence… really really bad”. He softly takes your hands and kisses your knuckles, slightly calmed down by the fact you’re not mad at him.

“I know it’s scary, but it happens, baby”

“No…no… I thought I might die”, you pull your hands away from him. “Tate, what if I died? Away from the house?”. Your voice gets louder and shakier, and tears fill your eyes. Tate quickly swoops you onto his lap and wraps his hands tightly around you.

“What… is our future? We can’t move out together… we-…”, you are interrupted by Tate shushing you, and holding your face so you look at him.

“Stop worrying so much about the future, I just want to be with you now”, Tate says. Every word that comes out of his mouth drips with sadness and worry, but his eyes look hopeful and… in love.

Kit

-Comes up behind you and softly talks to you, to not scare you

-Stands behind you and wraps his arms around you

-Kisses your cheek or your shoulder

-Wipes or kisses your tears away

-Suggests doing something together like watching a film

-Cuddles you throughout and makes sure you’re watching and not distracted

-Insists you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

-A few days after you being upset, he would subtly try to talk to you about what you were upset about

-Always up for ways to be a better husband and ways to improve the relationship

---- Taking a step towards the fridge, you slip slightly on the butter you dropped earlier. You manage to hold onto the counter and not fall completely, but groan loudly in annoyance. Today wasn’t your day. You wipe the floor clean and get eggs out of the fridge, and as you take one out of the carton, you are greeted with the sound of the front door opening, and your husband entering. You turn around and he gives you a big warm smile. You manage to return the smile, and you focus on cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl. “Whatchu makin’, Miss Walka?”, he questions.

“Cupcakes, red velvet, your favourite”, you say with a monotone voice. You crack the egg into the bowl and sigh loudly when a part of the shell falls in. Kit walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you fish the shell out of the bowl. He kisses your shoulder lovingly, watching you stir the bowl, and lets out a breathy laugh when some of the flour spills out and falls on the floor.

“Lemme get that, clutz”, Kit laughs, and bends down to wipe the floor with a towel. But once he stands back up and goes to kiss your cheek, he notices the tears in your eyes and immediately squeezes you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey”, he warmly coos, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know it’d upset you”. Guilt fills your heart when you hear Kit blaming himself.

“It’s not that”, you sniffle into his chest, “I can’t seem to get anything right today”. You look up at the ceiling, refusing to cry over spilled flour. Kit looks down at you with a worried expression and cups your cheek. He kisses your nose and rubs your back, and all the subtle, sweet and loving gestures together make you cry. You quickly push your face against his chest and breathe in his scent, hoping to calm down. Kit doesn’t judge you, instead rests his head against yours and continues to rub your back. You take a deep breath of Kit’s aroma and can’t help but feel safer and protected. A combination of his muscly arms wrapped around you and his manly smell feels like home.

 Kyle

-At first, he’d solely try to cheer you up and hope it’s nothing major

-"Heyyyy, what’s with the tears, hm?”

- Rub your back and ask what’s wrong

-Wouldn’t take “fine”, or “it’s nothing” for an answer

-He’d squat down next to your bed and look at you as you told him

-He’d listen carefully and keep strong eye contact as you told him, to show he’s listening

-Would stroke your cheek as you told him and wipe any tears away

-Would suggest going to a party or going out bowling or doing something fun

- “I don’t want you in your bed rotting away in sadness, let’s go ice-skating”

-But if you wanted to, he would definitely have a movie night

- “Hey since we’re going to watch a whole loada movies anyway, how about Star Wars?... Hey hey no don’t cry”

Franken Kyle

-Would come and sit with you

-Touch your tears and then look at his finger

-He wouldn’t know what’s happening but he’d know it’s bad

-He’s point at your watery eye

-Look at you concerned

----

You sob quietly into your pillow and take deep breathes, trying to calm yourself down. It was the afternoon, and you knew it was soon time to make some dinner for Kyle, and make sure he eats it. You loved him with every inch of your soul, and you didn’t mind taking care of him, but sometimes it felt you were raising him. The pressure of shaping him to be a member of society sometimes got to you too much, but always let it slide. After so long of it rotting inside you, the built-up pressure and guilt overflowed and you couldn’t help but spend a minute crying. You sniffle quietly and soon see the door very slowly open, and Kyle’s blank expression peeking out. You smile at him and quickly sit up, and as he closes the door and walks towards you, you try to wipe all of your tears to not concern him. He looks at your face closely with furrowed and intrigued eyebrows and points at your tear-filled eye. You sniffle and put your hand on his shoulder.

“These are called ‘tears’, Ky”, you gently explain to him. He knew a few words, and though communication wasn’t the biggest issue, it took him a while to get comfortable using new words, and he got frustrated very easily when he got things wrong. Looking at him open his mouth and his dry lips tremble, your heart shattered, knowing that he has so much to say but struggles to express himself. A tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek, and you sigh softly. Kyle cups your cheek with his warm hand and looks at you.

“T-Tears…mm…bad”, he grunts, “No…tears”. He wipes your tear with his thumb and puts his arm around you. You melt against his soft skin and can’t help but smile, reassured that you’re doing your job right.

 Jimmy

-He’d focus on cheering you up rather than listening

-He’d keep making jokes to lighten the mood

-He’d just want to see you smile rather than fix the problem

-He would cuddle you though

-And he’d stroke your hair and back

-Might tell you about his day to distract you, or tell you a story

-Subtle compliments

-“You’re too pretty to be upset”

- “What does my princess have to be sad about?”

- “Who upset my little girl? Does somebody need a Jimmy Darling ass-kicking?”

----

The warmth of Jimmy’s hands rubbing your back comforts you, as you push your face against his chest and sniffle into it softly. He pulls the blanket from the end of the bed over both of you and puts his head on top of yours. He gently shushes against your head and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself.

“Hey, look at me doll”, he says softly, and looks down at you. You wipe your face against his shirt and look up at him, making him grimace and laugh.

“I know this shirt is white, but I think you’re confusing it with a tissue”.

You can’t help but laugh, looking at the massive wet stain on Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy smiles down at you, finally seeing your beautiful smile, and pulls you back into his chest. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head, knowing that this too, will pass.  

 James

- “Darling, has something upset you?”

-Would not take no for an answer, even if you really didn’t want to talk about it

- “Who’s responsible for your tears? I demand an answer…the person to upset my Queen must pay”

-If you weren’t upset at somebody and just had a bad day, he’d ask to cuddle

- “Physical contact always comforts you; shall we engage in affection?”

-He’d hesitantly stroke your hair as you cried into his chest

-If you explained why you were upset, he would have an intense conversation with you about it

-If you were insecure for example, he would sit you up and look into your eyes and tell you how incredible you are

-Not softly, though

----

James’ eyes wander around the room, desperately searching for the right things to say to try and comfort you, as you gently sniffled against his chest. He holds his hands on your lower back while you straddle him, and he occasionally slides his finger across your cheek and wipes your tears against the bed. The silence of your sadness kills James, and he speaks up.

“I simply do not understand how you could look in the mirror, wearing that dress, and not fall in love”

You sigh softly and close your eyes, knowing you already explained it to him when he walked in on you trying it on, upset in the mirror at how you filled the dress.

“I look terrible, it’s such an important night, such a gorgeous dress, and I’m ruining everything”, you whimper. “I might as well not go at all… just go to Devil’s night tomorrow by yourself. I don’t want to ruin your birthday by you having to show up with me”.

The self-depreciating words about your appearance make James gasp and push you back to face him. He cups your face with both hands and looks you deep in your emerald/ ocean colored/ chocolate/ grey /hazelnut eyes.

“Nonsense darling!”, he says, looking at you with puppy eyes and pleading eyebrows. “I simply must be accompanied to Devil’s night by my beautiful bride”. You exhale softly and look at him, knowing how much this means to James.

“When I first laid my eyes on you, I felt immediate infatuation”, he says softly, hoping to make you melt. “If you had told me that the gorgeous woman blessing my hotel with her presence will one day become Mrs. March, I wouldn’t have believed you, and I would have sent Iris to buy a lottery ticket”.

Although the sweet words made you smile, you found it hard to believe that you landed such an incredible man, and that he was that in love with you.

“Thank you, Jimmy”, you reply, hoping to see James smile. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he frowns. “It breaks my heart to know that you don’t believe me”.

You lean into his hand and close your eyes for a second.

“I’m sorry, my self-esteem is all over the place. I have better and worse days”.

“As we all, darling. But somebody like you shouldn’t question their worth, even on the worst of days”. James places a passionate kiss on your trembling lips, and pulls you into his chest.

 Kai

-He would enjoy seeing you upset, mainly because every weakness is an opportunity for growth

-But also it’d turn him on

-He wouldn’t be soft on you, put his arm around you, or even squat next to you

-He’s sit by you and make you talk yourself out of being upset

-If you learned into to hug him, he’d refuse

-He’d insist that you can resolve this yourself

-He’d tell you that he’s proud of you once you did overcome it

-If you solved the problem or talked yourself out of it, but were still gloomy for the day, then he might be a little softer

-Not physically but he’d give you a few compliments to cheer you up

- “I knew you’d be able to solve this yourself”

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You sit on the sofa with your head in your hands, looking at the ground. Tears fill your eyes, and your heart feels like it’s shrinking. You blink hard and watch the tears fall to the ground, and sink into the carpet, leaving tiny wet patches. In the silent basement, with your tears splashing and quiet weeps being the only sound, you heard immediately as Kai walked down the stairs, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, knowing that he would never console you. Although you knew Kai very well, and knew that he didn’t really have a soft side, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence, and when he sits down next to you on the couch, you look up at him and put your arms around him. But as usual, he leans away from the hug and holds your wrists. He lays them gently on your lap and looks at you, with slight concern in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”, he whispers to you.

“I’m worried that you’ll leave me…for somebody better”, you reply, trying to keep your cries at bay, knowing Kai can’t stand sniffling and sobbing.

“Somebody better”, he echoed.

“Somebody w-with views like yours… somebody you could talk to better than you can with me”

“You’re scared I’ll leave you for somebody with views like mine”

“I mean… I know you’re not dating me for my views and they’re n-not that important but…maybe”, you explain yourself. Though Kai wasn’t saying anything new, repeating your sad words to you made you realize how they sounded.

“I know it’s unreasonable”, you continue, “But I’m insecure”. He hums listening to you and shakes his head slowly, watching you wipe your tears. Ever since dating Kai, you always felt like you needed validation from him for everything. Even the way you felt. So, despite him not asking, you go on mumbling about your insecurities.

“I know y-you love me but- ”, you hesitate. You look up at him with your sad pleasing eyes and he gives you a loving and reassuring smile. You look into his eyes and whisper, “no buts”. He smiles wider at you and puts his arm around you.

“I knew there was no reason for me to intervene”, he says softly and cups your cheek. “You talked yourself out of it, all by yourself”. He rubs your tears with his thumb and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Perhaps Divine Ruler did have a soft side after all.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs imagine #ahs fanfiction #american horror story imagines #ahs characters #evan peters characters #evan peters character #ahs imagines #wholesome #imagines #imagine #tate langdon #tate langdon x #tate langdon x reader #kit walker #kitten walker #kit walker x #kit walker x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x #kyle Spencer x reader #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling x #james march #james patrick march #mr march #james march x reader #mr march x reader

[bluefirewrites]

I was tempted by librarian/avid reader for obvious reasons but I’m going with tourist/knowledgeable local au for juke (of course) 💜

Sporting my Bay Area for this one-

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"Shit," Luke angrily taps at his screen, "Google Maps... can't fucking... recenter... that damn arrow..."

Now he must look like a total idiot pivoting slowly on the corner of the street, hoping, praying, that the app would actually point him in the direction the was supposed to go.

And seeing as though he was him and he had somehow had no regards for personal space, spun around and knocked into a girl who was just minding her own business.

He grabbed at her forearm, keeping her from making contact with the ground, "Whoa. I'm- I'm so sorry."

The girl lets out a friendly gasp of surprise, "It's- It's totally fine. Should have watched where I was going."

"No, it's not you, I swear, it's-" he lamely held up his phone, "Maps. What can ya do?"

"Are you lost?" Then she made a visual sweep of his attire, "You're on vacation?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Your voice says 'New York' but your cutoffs scream 'Florida'"

He laughed, "Yeah, no. Just coming up from L.A. Meeting some friends at some venue, we have a show to play."

The girl purses her lips, "Where are you heading?"

"Some hill? I got some directions and then it frazzled out on me and all I know I just have to be at a bottom of some hill."

The girl looks him over again, particularly at his Ramones shirt and the chain he's sporting.

"It's because that's the name of the venue. Bottom of The Hill. Between Mission Bay and Potrero Hill, hence the hill."

"Riiight," he pockets his phone, "Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah. I'm over by Dogpatch anyway. We can take the bus together,"

Luke breathes in relief, "Thank you. I'm Luke by the way."

They shake hands, "I'm Julie."

They make their way over to the bus stop, "You're familiar with the venue?"

"Yeah. 'Best Rock Club in the Bay'," she pulls him along onto the bus, and they take their seats, "Mind telling me more about this show?"

He grins, pulling out the flyer, "Yeah. We're a band called Sunset Curve..."

And Luke launches into promotion mode, maybe going overboard by even Reggie's standards, but Julie doesn't seem to have any qualms about it, cutting in once in a while to ask questions about the music, which he is happy to answer.

At one point, Julie offers one of her Air Pods.

"C'mon Ramones. Let's listen to your Sunset Swerve-"

Luke groans, "Curve. Curve."

She laughs. She knows, but it does get quite the reaction out of him and he just pouts as he takes the earbud, then directs her to their page.

They bob their heads to 'Now or Never' and he could see Julie close her eyes, losing herself to it.

"This- this is really-" she breathes in awe, "You guys are really good. Like that break right after the bridge? Awesome."

And Luke has heard a bunch of compliments over the years, but somehow this one makes his ears go red and widens his grin a bit more than usual. Maybe it's because from their conversations, there's no doubt that Julie knows music.

Soon enough their ride comes to an end. Or at least Luke's does because Julie's nudging him and pulling the line, signaling for the next stop.

"Okay, so if you continue walking in that direction, turn right on Missouri and keep going. You'll find it."

The bus screeches to a stop and Luke gets up to leave, holds up the aisle. He turns to Julie.

"Come to the show tonight?"

"I'm working tonight,"

Luke's shoulders slump, trying not to let his disappointment show too much. (And failing).

The bus driver yells at him to leave or stay on, and so he's herded off with one last quick thanks and goodbye to Julie before hopping off.

She waves at him through the window and it's not until he's trudging to the venue that he realizes that he didn't get Julie's socials.

A fact he laments to the boys once they reunite at Bottom of the Hill.

It's a small place, standing room only, and there's a section for the bar. The vibes are killer and the guys take a second to look at the wall of posters, see who got to play there before.

"Jimmy Eat World?" Alex read off, "Joan Jett? Yeah Yeah Yeahs?"

Reggie whistles, "Insane."

"Best Rock Club in the Bay," Luke mumbles to himself, grinning.

They do the usual soundcheck, band circle in the green room, and up on stage they go to a packed house.

Luke steps to the mic and is about to launch into the intros when he catches a familiar face by the bar.

Suddenly, his energy doubles and the band kickstarts their performance and Luke swears it might have been the best they ever played. (Alex would later say it's because he's been playing to impress. Whatever.)

Their set flies by and Luke doesn't remember taking the bow and ducking out to the balcony afterwards, high-fiving a couple fans on the way.

He remembers sitting there, the lanterns strung up above him as he takes in the view of the city and feeling someone sidle up next to him.

"Need a refill?"

"Thought you said you had work?"

Julie tugs on her apron and holds up a beer for him, "I do."

"You didn't tell me you worked here," Luke laughs.

"But where's the fun in that?"

"You're right,"

They couldn't talk long, Julie is being called back to the front of the house to help close up shop.

"Hey, uh," she throws a towel over her shoulder, "How long are you gonna be in SF for?"

"That depends," Luke hums.

Julie cocks a brow, "On what?"

"If there's anything worthwhile to do here?" he asks, clearly baiting her.

She lets out an offended gasp, a hand over her heart, "How dare you?"

Luke ups the ante, "I mean, there's always something to do in L.A-"

"You clearly never partied in The Bay!"

"Julie! Get your ass back out here!" A girl with braids calls out from the door.

"Okay!" Julie stares Luke down, "You stick around after I clock off and I'll show you what The Bay's got to offer. 'Kay?"

He smiles, "I'm game."

She struts away, "You know you could have just asked me out, right? Like the normal way?"

"But where's the fun in that?"

Her hearty laugh fills the space and Luke thinks to himself to come visit The Bay more often...

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #luke x julie #julie x luke #blue answers asks #for you tarynnnnn #also its been a min since i was in the dogpatch/potrero hill area but this venue was so cool yall #catch a show if you're in the area

[norestwithoutlove]

“If jimmy came back from the dead, what do you think he’d say when he finds out Dean and cas are together and have kids”

(i was asked this on twitter and shared there. but i know not all of you follow me there i thought i’d share on here too. this is how i answered)

sorry this one took a while to answer. i wanted time to think about it because i never even considered the thought before. a lot of people say to me "imagine if jimmy had never died in tbah" and kind of miss the point of the fic. like yeah, it’d be great. it’d be great if none of the people we loved had died. yeah, “imagine if jimmy had never died” misses the point - but this question doesn't. and i think it's what a lot of bereaved people wish for, anyway. just a chance to say everything, one last time.

  where to start.

  i think if jimmy came back for a day (and the thought makes me cry)... he'd knock on the door of the big white house. or they'd just find him sitting in his old armchair in the living room like nothing had happened at all. but something has happened, something massive and irreversible, so maybe him knocking on the door would fit better.

jack's probably the one to open it. he frowns and thinks he recognises the face smiling back at him, but it's older than he's ever seen it, and he's not so good with faces, so he's not sure. jimmy smiles and says hello, does castiel still live here?

and jack says “yes, why?”. jimmy still smiles. his smile is wider, warmer now. he says he's travelled very far. he says he's an old family friend. could he come in? it’s raining outside. it’s raining - and though jimmy stands under the porch, it’d be mean to leave him out in it. jack pulls open the door and says if jimmy is selling anything, they probably wont need it: they have everything they need in this house. jimmy smiles and says he's glad. he treads slowly down the hall, looking around him, like he's trying to savor it. he runs his finger along the crack in the mirror that has always been there, at least since jack arrived. he smiles to himself, but it’s a little sad.

he stops at a photo of dean and castiel playing on the tire swing they made when they were kids. his eyes pinch at their corners. jack says, “what are you smiling at?” jimmy says, i was there when that was taken. jack says “oh. that's my father”. and he points to castiel. jimmy turns to jack and smiles so wide tears wring out of his eyes. he asks, really? jack frowns and says “of course”. why would he lie about that? jimmy says, i hope he doesn't miss his own dad too much. jack says “sometimes he and dean get sad about it”. jimmy pauses. castiel and dean are friends? he asks. jack nods seriously. “best friends,” he answers. “everyone knows that.” jimmy takes a gentle hold of jack's shoulder and squeezes.

jack says “that's how dean squeezes my shoulder, too”. jimmy asks, you see him often? he asks it with a hopeful smile. jack nods with a frown, very serious. jimmy laughs and says, you know, you frown just like your father. funny thing, family resemblance. jack shrugs and says “maybe, but i was adopted”. 

jimmy falters. he blinks. he glances down the corridor again, and his eyes light on a different picture, taken decades after the one on the tire swing. he treads slowly towards it. jack follows after him, speaking. “i just think,” he frowns, and it's still castiel's frown, “if you really were close family friends with castiel, you'd know he adopted his children.” 

jimmy has stopped in front of the photograph and he stares at it, lips parted in a ghost-smile. family, friend. family, and a friend, jimmy corrects. that’s what i meant. i’m old family, and an old friend. jack watches him. “that's them on their wedding day,” he supplies. jimmy smiles. soft tears, tears like a gentle autumn rain, are on his cheeks, now. yes, he says, it is. a little late, considering, but maybe... he trails off. timed perfectly. a heavy footfall sounds on the stairs, a thunder to match the rain outside, and claire calls to jack, “dude, you said you'd get me a snack! it’s not rocket science! what’s the holdup?” but she stops short at the sight of the old man in the hall. claire's better with faces than jack. 

hello, jimmy smiles, but claire is already yelling for her dads.

it's a sunday afternoon. dean hadn't planned on being awake and active. he’d been napping while cas did a grocery run. but claire screaming to high heaven is a surefire way to set elanor into confusion. he groans and rolls out of bed, rubbing his eyes. he picks elanor up and carries her down the stairs in one arm. “claire,” he grumbles, “you know cas is out fuelling your damn addiction to lucky charms. what is it?”

he stops short at the foot of the stairs. his mouth is open and his eyes are glassy. elanor keeps asking “daddy are you okay? who’s that man?” and it takes dean a minute to stop staring before softly putting elanor down and telling her to go get her brother, jacob. “tell him there’s food in the kitchen, or something,” dean says, and jimmy hasn’t stopped staring or smiling warmly at him and his eyes are leaking autumn rain. “but there isn’t,” elanor says, and dean answers “so lie. there’s someone i—” but he can’t finish the sentence. and elanor shakes her head with serious disapproval and climbs back up the stairs.

dean steps toward him, trying to stammer out his name, but the tears strangle his voice and before he knows it he’s wrapped tight in jimmy’s arms, taller than him by far, now, but feeling eighteen again. feeling eighteen again and like he’s just finished yelling at jimmy that he doesn’t need a father, never needed a father, that he coped just fine without one, anyway. all of those things were lies when dean said them. he wants to say they were lies, wants to tell jimmy now that he needed a father, always needed a father, didn’t cope without one but that also, when he needed one most, jimmy was his father. he wants to say thank you. thank you, thank you, thank you for everything and sorry for every angry answer and scowl and bitter lie, please know dean didn’t mean them, he was just hurt and afraid. but jimmy already knows this. knew that, even then, and besides, the words won’t come. he just holds onto jimmy tight and thinks he probably did fall asleep in his bed and this is another one of those grief dreams, another one of those grief dreams that’s gonna throw him off for weeks but one he wants to savor forever.

he’s soaking jimmy’s shirt with tears. the guy smells like his old cologne. and blueberry pancakes. dean cries a little harder, afraid to let go.

“are you proud of me?”

it’s the first thing he’s managed to say to the old man. “are you proud of me?” he keeps asking, over and over again, and jimmy holds him tight and answers yes, yes, every time. yes.

and then cas comes home. cas comes home dripping from the rain from the walk to the front door and drops the damp brown paper bags onto the floor and apples roll onto the floor and he’s staring at his father and can’t speak, just like dean couldn’t speak, and can’t breathe. and jimmy is sat at the kitchen table with his grandchildren just like castiel mourned he would never be able to, and jacob is showing jimmy one of his paintings and elanor is holding his hand and claire has just made him a cup of tea, and jimmy smiles at castiel. “i see you got my last letter,” he says. and castiel steps into the kitchen and sobs that he’s sorry he never got to reply. and jimmy says that he’s sorry, too. cas shows him the little saplings they all planted for tu b'shevat, standing in a line on the windowsill. jimmy loved growing things. and cas asks how long jimmy has with them. when he’s going… back. to wherever ‘there’ is. 

and jimmy says he has until the rain stops. and castiel wishes it would rain forever, that all of kansas would be blanketed in it, a second flood, torrenting about the land, and them in their own ark, the big white house, bobbing about on the water, sharing food and stories and laughter and lost time, stolen time, time which was stolen from them. aren’t his and dean’s tears a substitute enough for rain when it stops, anyway? their tears are sure as rain in autumn, and not likely to ease soon. he wishes the rain would never stop. 

but it has to, eventually. all things do. no matter how blessed.

#tbah #to build a home #obviously we cant consider this canon but #honestly if jimmy could come back and see dean and cas together... #i dont think for a minute he'd be surprised #maybe unable to stop smiling but #he'd probably not even reference the fact that for a while it seemed impossible that dean and cas would ever get together #instead he'd say he was sorry he couldn't make the wedding #and they'd cry and say yeah. me too #oh and the kids !!! the kids would love him of course #i can see jacob getting so attached to him #sticking to jimmy's side like glue #eventually cas takes down the poetry book he wrote for jimmy #places it in jimmys hands #jimmy flips open to the dedications page - sees cas's handwritten note to dean in it #the note that says 'often in my mind and always in my heart. remember you were in his too' #and he smiles and looks at dean who's looking down and trying not to cry #but jimmy knows dean and presses his hand to the back of dean's neck before pulling his son and his son in law toward him for a hug #and he says youve made excellent fathers #and they say we learnt from the best #we learnt from the best

[redwinterroses]

hey so here's an idea for a "two best friends but one turned evil and asked the other to kill him before he went too far gone" trope (you know exactly what i'm referring to)

the first character, looking into his friends eyes, stabs him in the heart. then they both fall down and the first character is left on his knees, head down, holding onto the sword embedded into his friend's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

he doesn't touch the sword again and instead ties a ribbon around it in memory of the one he lost

you're welcome :)

- anon fierri

Not that this has been on my brain all day or anything, but... well. Okay. It has been. And then @/3lsmp posted that stuff about a zombie AU and-- well. This happened.

Yay for my first shulker box fic! (1,728 words, with mirrored/connected first and last lines)

Zombie stories don't have happy endings so... neither does this. Be warned.

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Jimmy’s waiting when Scott gets back home.

He stands in front of the door to the house they’ve been living out of, with none of his gear or weapons on him. He’s leaning against the old oak that grows next to the sidewalk, one foot perched on a root that ripples out of the ground and cracks through the old concrete. The sun is setting behind him, but the twilight shadows don’t quite hide the bloody stain that spreads from his right shoulder.

Scott’s feet come to a stop of their own accord, and he very specifically does not move his hand to the hilt of his sword. He shifts his satchel— filled with goodies he managed to find today; he discovered an entire village that hadn’t been raided yet— on his arm, its weight heavy after an afternoon of walking. He hates the wary tone in his words when he calls out:

“Jimmy?”

Jimmy, looking up to see him, gives a shrug. “Told ya this would happen,” he says, and there’s a quirk to his smile that could break other hearts.

((hard to break what’s already shattering.))

Scott swallows. “Show me.”

Jimmy pulls the collar of his shirt to the side, and Scott winces at the bloody mess that is his mangled shoulder.

“Skizz got me,” Jimmy says. “It was stupid— I should’a been faster, but… I mean, it was Skizz, ya know? He still kinda looked like himself, and I thought… I dunno what I thought. But by the time I realized he was already gone, he’d got my shoulder in his teeth and…”

((the earth is crumbling away beneath him. this is a nightmare. time to wake up now.))

((please wake up now.))

“Hey, don’t worry.” Jimmy covers the wound back up. “It doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“It doesn’t— No, Jimmy that’s not the way to make me feel better.” Scott takes another step forward, his arms aching to reach out and his gut telling him to get away get away get away— He can feel his throat closing, swallowing emotions he refuses to feel.

“Look— ” Jimmy takes a step forward and Scott backpedals, half-unsheathing the blade at his hip. He hates himself for it instantly, but the instinct—

The instinct is what keeps him alive.

Jimmy just puts his hands up placatingly. “Hey, hey— I’m not that far gone yet.”

“You’re fine.” Scott tries to sound scornful, and nearly succeeds. “We’ll get you patched up and you’ll be good as new in a few days. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

With a laugh, Jimmy shakes his head. “Nice daydream,” he says. “That would be cool.”

They stand there, in a silence that shouldn’t have been awkward, for a long moment. Then, at the same time:

“Scott, you know— ”

“So I picked up a— ”

Pause.

“You go first,” Jimmy says.

((Jimmy always puts others first.))

Scott grits his teeth and forces his voice to be light and cheerful. Nothing is wrong. They’re fine. “I found canned soup!” he says. “Five cans— one’s a little rusty, but I’m sure it’s fine.”

“That’s… um. That’s good.”

Scott steps around Jimmy—

((not too close. don't get too close— no. damn you, coward, get as close as you want, there’s nothing wrong— ))

— and moves toward the house. “So…” he says, “I’ll just… start up the fire? Get dinner going? I think we’ve still got some— ”

“Scott.”

Jimmy’s voice stops him, and Scott winces. He drops his head, unable to look Jimmy in the eye.

“Don’t make me do this,” he says. His voice struggles, and his free hand goes to his throat, as if he can pull the plea from his chest. “You… you can’t make me do this. You can’t.”

((i can’t, i can’t, i can’t— ))

“You gotta.”

((too close!!))

Scott’s head snaps up, and one hand flails behind him, catching against the siding of the house. Jimmy is right there—

((danger! danger!))

But other than the tell-tale red gleam in his eye and the bloody stain on the shoulder of his shirt, Jimmy looks the same. Same golden hair, same dimple as he quirks half a sad smile, same gentle hands spread wide. Unarmed, though that won’t matter soon. He stands close enough that Scott could reach out and touch him— punch him, maybe, for being such an idiot… or wrap him in an embrace that will never let go.

“Skizz got me an hour ago,” Jimmy says, and his voice is as low as a secret. “I’ve got… what. Maybe twenty minutes? Another hour if we’re insanely lucky?”

“You’re fine,” Scott says again. But this time it comes out as a plea and not a statement.

“I’m not.” Jimmy shakes his head. His eyes shift to the side. “I… to be honest, I’m already feeling it.”

“Feeling— feeling what?” Why was he asking. What a stupid question.

And yet… yet he had to know.

Jimmy drops his hands to his sides, and they clench and unclench. Scott watches, mesmerized, his heartbeat fluttering in time with Jimmy’s hands curling into white-knuckled fists and uncurling into trembling claws.

“I can’t— I can’t describe it. It’s like I’m on fire. Only I’m drowning at the same time. Or something. And I— ” he takes a deep breath, and meets Scott’s gaze. A low growl comes into his voice, and the hands squeeze tight into hard twists of bone. “I look at you, and all I can see is how easy you’d be to kill right now.”

Scott’s sword is drawn before his denial can catch up.

((instinct keeps you alive))

Jimmy looks down at the shining blade, and finally his façade of cheerful nonchalance wavers. There’s a crack in his voice as he says, “There we go. That’s… that’s the way it’s gotta be.”

((i can’t, i can’t, i can’t— ))

And then, as if he can hear Scott’s internal scream: “I don’t— I don’t want to become like one of them. I don’t want… you to see me like that.”

Like one of them. Scott’s memories skip over images of white-eyed creatures, people he used to know, monsters with mindless hunger driving them to rip, to shred, to devour—

Jimmy wakes up crying some nights. He tries to be quiet, Scott knows, but in the single room they’ve barricaded against the darkness, every sound is magnified— and Scott's always been a light sleeper. He knows Jimmy dreams of them, dreams of blood and gore and of being left alone— or worse, of being the one to do the shredding.

He knows because he’s dreamed it too.

“I won’t let that happen,” he says, his voice firm. But there’s a tremble in the sword between them.

“You didn’t let it happen. It just… it just did, dude. That’s life.” Jimmy takes a deep breath, and with a far too gentle hand, takes hold of the sword blade and guides it to rest over his heart. “Anyway, you promised.”

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“Right so, if I get bit, you have to take me out before I can hurt anyone.”

“Ew. What a horribly morbid things to say.”

“I’m serious! I couldn’t deal with it if I turned into one of those things and came after you or any of the others— ”

“It’s not gonna happen, so don’t be stupid about it.”

“Come on— just say it. Promise me that if I start to turn, you’ll… ya know. Kill me.”

“Jimmy— ”

“Promise me, Scott.”

“…Fine. But only if you promise the same.”

((it won’t happen. it'll be fine. they’ll be fine.))

“Of course, dude. I promise.”

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“You promised.”

Scott’s face is wet with hot tears that he can’t feel himself crying, and he wants to drop the sword— wants to fling it away from both of them and let fate do its worst. Who cares if he dies too?

((jimmy cares. If you let him destroy you, it’ll destroy him first.))

“Damn you,” Scott whispers.

Jimmy smiles.

The sword enters his body too easily.

It slides between the ribs, the only sound the soft catch in Jimmy’s throat as the blade bites into his heart.

For a frozen instant, they both stand there, outside the house they’d claimed— the home they’d defended. Jimmy looks down at the weapon in his chest, one hand reaching toward Scott—

And he falls

((he falls and falls and falls and Scott is falling too and the sword clatters to the ground and he’s clutching at Jimmy’s face and bundling the body to himself and pawing the hair away from his eyes and Jimmy’s hand is on his and— ))

There are no final words. No poignant goodbyes, no tearful proclamations or whispered last regrets.

There is only an ending.

There is only Scott, silent and dry-eyed, kneeling on the ground under the oak with Jimmy’s lifeless hand clasped to his chest.

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He doesn’t move, even as night falls around him—

((them))

— and the cicadas start their mournful chorus. Doesn’t stir until something rattles down the street and he dimly realizes that Jimmy would murder him if after all this, Scott went and got himself shredded by a zombie anyway.

Jimmy’s body is heavier than he expected, and yet somehow lighter than it ought to be. As if it’s missing everything that made it Jimmy. He drags it—

((him))

— inside the house and wonders what exactly he’s supposed to do now. Dig a grave, he supposes, but— where? In the yard? It seems so… anticlimactic.

((death is anticlimactic. life is the climax. death is… an afterthought.))

He leaves the sword where it fell. He can’t… he can’t bear to touch it now. Scott doesn’t believe in curses—

((yes you do yes you do you’re cursed this place is cursed and that sword is cursed and the ground where it lays is cursed and— ))

— and yet he can’t bring himself to fetch it. Someone else can find it.

He’ll dig the grave tomorrow.

Tonight… tonight he sits. Keeps watch. Hopes beyond hope that Jimmy will stir— knowing that if he does, it won’t be for any good reason. Knowing that if he does, he won’t be able to kill him a second time.

Tomorrow he’ll leave. Find a new place— far away. Sometime, maybe sooner, maybe later… he’ll find the end of his road too.

He hopes Jimmy will be waiting there, when he finally gets back home.

#i played with the prompt a little bit near the end #but... yeah. that's a thing i wrote today. #redwinterwrites #redwinteranswers #3L zombie au #why are we so mean to scott and jimmy in these fics honestly #someone write some good skizz angst or etho or somebody #they get left out lol

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Wanda//for it is only temporary

Request: Can I request A Wanda Maximoff x Reader, where reader's part of sword and they get stuck in Westview somehow, maybe they get powers similar to monica, and go to wanda for help

hey! i hope you like this!! this is my first wanda request so i’m sorry if it sucks, but here you go anyway! and thank you @statticscribbles for helping me with this! i’d be lost without you.

“Hold on, what?” Jimmy says and you stop to look up at him. You’re met with concerned eyes from everyone in the room, including Hayward and your own eyes widen a little in surprise.

You cough and look away, busying yourself with the suit that you’re hoping is intact and ready for a trip through the hex. You can feel them staring at you, and it makes your skin crawl, despite the majority of them being your friends as well as colleagues. 

They’re waiting for an explanation so they can tell you how bad of an idea it is. And you know it is, you don’t need them to tell you. You’ve spent enough time sat beside the invisible wall trying to find a way in and maybe whatever has caused Monica to rewrite her DNA has seeped into you, but even if it has, at least you haven’t been through it, you’re less likely to...well, to die. And you’ll take those odds, it’s better than the almost guaranteed death of Monica. 

“Think about it, Monica can’t exactly go back in, I mean it’s changed her DNA...no offence.” You send her a sympathetic look and she crosses her arms, a small scowl pulling at her lips. “But I haven’t been in, and I know Wanda, well I know her more than all of these people with guns that are gonna be pointed at her as soon as they find her. I can talk to her, like Monica said, she clearly needs help and well, I know what she’s going through, if anyone can help her and those people that are stuck in there, it’s me.” 

“Y/-” Darcy starts but you cut her off, the tension in the air is already too heavy, it sits on your chest, making it harder and harder to breath and it’s not helped by all of the concerned looks you’re getting. 

“Plus, what era are we in now? The 80s? I’ve always wondered what I’d look like with a perm.” You try to ease the tension with a joke, but the best you get is a forced smile from Jimmy that just makes you feel worse. “I’ll be fine. I have hundreds of people monitoring everything that goes on in there, and I have you.” You look at Darcy and her expression softens. “I know that as soon as you notice one thing wrong, you’ll be the one leading the army in, but please, trust me.” You squeeze her shoulder and she sighs, slumping back in her seat. “Just let me try.” 

“Please, don’t kill me!” You panic and throw your arms in the air. Wanda’s hand lowers a few centimetres, but her eyes still glow red and you remind yourself not to breathe too hard, you know, just in case. “I need your help.” You add and her arm drops to her side. She looks behind her, at the sage coloured house that keeps the three people she holds dearest to her. She knows exactly what each of them are doing. Tommy and Billy are using their dad as a climbing frame, and she should be in the kitchen, making them dinner and smiling as she listens to their laughter. 

But then she see’s the panic in your eyes. You look scared and she knows she doesn’t know you, but somewhere deep down she feels like she does. Maybe in another life you were friends, maybe if things were different, you would be friends. 

“Listen, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this.” You slowly walk closer to her and she stands straighter. “But there is a bunch of people outside of this place with guns and bombs and god knows what, just waiting to come in here and destroy it. But I’m not one of them, and neither is Monica or Darcy or Jimmy. In fact, Darcy and Jimmy have been enjoying this maybe a little too much, but that’s not the point. We want to help you, but we can’t do that if you keep kicking us out, because the people with the guns will come in and they will tear this place down, no matter what.” You explain and you watch her expression change. It goes from confusion, to anger and finally settles on sadness as tears pool in her eyes. 

“So why are you here?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks you up and down. 

“Because I wanted to talk to you.” You say and she raises her hands, twisting and turning them together and your eyes widen in panic. You quickly stand straighter and wave your hands around. “But, not anymore.” You add quickly. “Listen, before I came in here, I couldn’t do this.” You say and your eyes change from their normal colour to an icy blue. 

“Oh.” Wanda says confused and you nod slowly. 

“Yeah. I also wasn’t bulletproof and I could barely fight my way out of a sleeping bag that one time I went camping, but I can now have people on the floor in seconds without breaking a sweat. I don’t know what to do. On the way here, an older woman asked how I was and I threw her into a house across the street.” You frown and watch her think for a few seconds. “So, please help. Because, well I can’t seem to control these and I actually quite like not assaulting random people.”  

“What do you think I can do?” She blinks and glances back at her house again. 

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “But you created this place, and you seem to be pretty good at controlling your powers...most of the time.” You mumble the last part and she glares at you. “But well, I figured who better to talk to when you suddenly find yourself become a superher-Oh, holy shit! Am I gonna be an avenger-right sorry, not the time.” You shake your head and she stares at you blankly for a few seconds. “I’m Y/n by the way.” You add quickly and she rolls her eyes. 

“Fine.” She nods. “I’ll help, but any mention of destroying this place and I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to use your newly found powers anymore.” She threatens making you gulp. 

With a flick of her wrist, your suit is transformed into a pair of blue jeans and a very loud t-shirt. Bright eye shadow irritates your eyes and when you try to move your hair from your eyes, your met with tight curls and your face lights up. 

“Did you just give me a perm?” You ask and she looks at your hair before nodding. 

“I thought you’d like it.” She shrugs. “Don’t get used to this. You’re only here until you learn to control your powers and then I’m kicking you out and nobody is going to bother my family again.” She says lowly and you gulp. 

You’re about to reply when footsteps come running down the path towards you. You look up and see Tommy and Billy running towards you with bright smiles on their faces. Vision follows shortly after and you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, it’s like you’re looking at a ghost. He smiles at you and you return it before focusing your attention on the boys, it’s too much to see Vision alive and well right now.

“Boys, this is Y/n, she’s just moved in across the street.” She introduces you to the twins and they grin and wave at you. 

“Hey,” 

There’s an awkward silence for a few seconds before Wanda jumps in and paints a bright smile on her face. 

“Why don’t we welcome her to the neighbourhood and go bake some cookies for her!” She says and the boys cheer before running back into the house. 

Vision waves at you, but it feels off, it’s like he’s trying to figure out if he’s seen you around. And he has, just not here. 

“Dad!” Tommy shouts and Vision pulls his gaze away from you. He blinks and follows his sons back into the house.

It’s just you and Wanda now, and as soon as Vision walks through the front door, her smile falls. 

“Remember what I said.” She says and you nod quickly. 

“Yep, only temporary.” You reply and she gives you an approving look, before walking away. You look around, hoping that Darcy and Jimmy are watching and send them an unsure thumbs up. 

The credits roll, over a freeze frame of your face, and Darcy and Jimmy stare at each other. 

“Shit.” Darcy mumbles. 

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[science-hoes]

Warming Up - Jimmy Woo x Reader Smut

Jimmy Woo x Reader Smut (18+ only)

Words: 2k+

A/N: I have done it. I wrote the first (based on my searches) Jimmy Woo smut for tumblr. I love this man so much. He needs to be appreciated. Anyway, this is a really cheesy scenario but I neeeed the *spicy* content. I’ll probably write more Jimmy Woo x Reader because this man has taken over my life. Also this was my celebration post for 1k followers 🥳

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, cheesy scenario, language

You had been in cold weather before, but it had never been this cold. Fuck. It was painful to walk back to the resting quarters as the slight breeze chilled your bones. Monitoring the town of Westview was stressful, but oh how you envied the seemingly perfect weather that Wanda was generating. And as if on cue, it started to rain. It wasn’t cold enough to form sleet, but it sure was cold enough to quicken your pace. Maybe Wanda could control the weather out here too, to piss off everyone who was surveilling her.

Your walk to the resting quarters was much longer than you would have liked it to be. By the time you reached the temporary building, your body was soaked from head to toe. You entered the resting quarters with your teeth chattering and arms folded across your chest. Just as you were about to enter your section, you bumped into a sturdy figure that grabbed onto you to stop you from falling backwards.

“Hey, Y/N.” Your coworker, Agent Jimmy Woo, greeted. He awkwardly let go of you once he realized he was still cradling your body against his to stop you from stumbling backwards.

You looked up to him, your hair plastered to your forehead from the rain. “Hey.” Was all you managed to say in between shivers.

Jimmy tilted his head slightly. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there. Looks like you weren’t cut out for the cold weather.” He noted, but still flashing his charming smile.

You smiled in return, damn his smile was contagious. “I g-guess not.” Your teeth shattered involuntarily.

Jimmy looked up and down the hallway to check for other agents. “You don’t look so well, Y/N. Why don’t you come on to my room and I’ll get you all warmed up.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow, assuming his offer was meant to be suggestive. “You’ll get me warmed up?” You repeated.

Jimmy’s eyes widened and he began shaking his head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just- I have hot chocolate in my room.” He rambled.

You smiled and nodded. “Oh, okay.” You said.

Jimmy began to walk down the hall. “It’s this way.” He said, making sure you were okay to walk.

You followed him to the end of the hallway until he scanned his badge at the final door on the left. The door slid open, and you slipped inside his room after him.

Jimmy walked over to his kitchenette and began pulling ingredients from a cabinet. You sat down on one of the chairs in his room, shivering still. Your clothes were still ice cold even with the warm heat blasting from the air vent. You tried to reach for a blanket that was on the chair opposite to you, but as you did, you lost your coordination and fell to the floor with a painful thud.

“I’m sorry.” You immediately said as you tried to lift yourself from the ground.

But before you could open your eyes, Jimmy was already by your side, gently lifting you into his surprisingly strong arms. “Y/N, you’re not okay.” He said worriedly before placing you on his standard twin sized bed.

“I’m fine, I’m just a little cold.” You tried to play off.

Jimmy began to remove your wet jacket from your body before working at your soaked shoes and socks. “You have to get out of these clothes.” He explained.

Your eyes widened slightly as his hands brushed against your hips and slipped under your shirt. “Trust me, I was a Boy Scout. You’ve got mild hypothermia, but it can turn really bad really quick.” He said, but looked to you for permission to keep going.

You nodded, and he pulled your shirt off. You helped carefully lower your pants down, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You could tell, even in the dim light, that he was blushing heavily. “I-I’ll let you do the rest.” He said.

You slipped under the covers before discarding your undergarments onto the floor as well. Jimmy grabbed the blanket you attempted to reach earlier and placed it on top of the covers. You were still trembling pitifully, and it hurt Jimmy to see you like that.

“I’m still s-so cold.” You whimpered.

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably on his feet for a moment before pulling off his FBI jacket. “You need body heat. I can’t give you anything too warm yet or it’ll hurt you.” He explained.

You watched as he looked away from you as he slid under the covers to press against your body. He wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling your head to his chest. Immediately, your hands found his arms. The sensation of your frigid skin against his was too strong. You needed more of it. You quickly untucked his buttoned up shirt and snaked your hands under to find more exposed skin. Your arms burned as they began to increase in temperature again.

At first Jimmy sucked his abdomen in, trying to hide from your freezing touch, but he soon responded by wrapping his legs around yours. “Geez, Y/N, you’re really cold.” He hissed.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I think we est-t-tablished that.” You chattered.

Jimmy let go of you for a moment, and you made a small whimper that broke his heart. “No, no, I was just gonna take off my shirt. It’ll give you more heat.” He explained.

And hell you weren’t gonna argue with that. He broke the knot in his tie and slid it off his neck before making quick work of his shirt buttons. It only took a short second for him to toss his shirt aside, giving you a quick glimpse of his toned upper body. Goddamn, you wouldn’t have guessed he was so cut from that bulky jacket he always wears. He wrapped his arms around your frail body again, this time defrosting your skin. But you let out an unholy moan as your breasts brushed against the coarse hair dusted on his chest.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at the sound, but connected the dots as to what happened. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered, not knowing how to respond.

You huffed a laugh and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry. T-that was out of line for me.” You responded, the embarrassment helping your face heat up.

Jimmy shook his head. “No, it was fine. I mean, it wasn’t a bad thing, it was good. But not in like a creepy way, like a…a normal human response w-“ He rambled.

You cut him off by pressing a chilly kiss against his soft lips. He didn’t move at first, afraid of what to do next. After a rush of confidence, he ran his hand up your neck, anchoring his fingers in your hair, and deepened the kiss. You shifted, pulling him on top of you. But as you did, his chest rubbed against yours again, and you let out another involuntary moan into his mouth. This time Jimmy chuckled and kissed his way down your neck.

“Is this okay?” He asked. “I shouldn’t be taking advantage of a hypothermic person.”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, this is only helping. Trust me.” You responded, feeling heat spreading to all ends of your body.

And that was enough reassurance. Jimmy’s hands delicately traced the sides of your waist as he kissed down to your chest, stopping at particularly sensitive areas to gently suck the skin and leave a pink mark. His nose brushed against the valley between your breasts and placed a sweet kiss there before licking a path up to one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue in lazy circles, taking his time with you.

The sensation of his burning tongue slipping against your icy bud drew a whimper from your chest. Jimmy heard your fussing and reached one of his hands up to your other breast. His fingers twisted the nipple there while simultaneously gripping the other one with his teeth. You gripped the sheets on his bed, twisting them in frustration, and bucked your hips into his chest.

“Jimmy…” You moaned, wanting him to keep caressing your breasts but also keep moving down your body.

Jimmy hummed in response, looking up to you with those sweet brown eyes. “What do you want, baby doll?” He whispered against your skin.

You blushed at his old-fashioned nickname for you but tried to refocus your attention on your body’s demands. “I need you inside me.” You replied.

Jimmy gripped your hips tightly before searing a trail of kisses down your stomach. “Can I taste you first? I’ve wanted to do this so long.” He pleaded.

Your walls involuntarily clenched at his request. You nodded, “Please.” You granted.

Jimmy grabbed your thighs and tossed them over his broad shoulders. He didn’t waste any time teasing you or pressing kisses along the inside of your legs. He licked a long and deep stripe against your pussy, drawing a desperate scream from your throat. He moaned at the amount of slick that he swallowed down.

Without hesitation he delved his tongue into you, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure. You secured your fingers in his black locks, tugging when his tongue snaked deeper into your pussy. He reached up with his thumb and rubbed circles on top of your sweet spot. You weren’t sure if it was the cold or the fact that you had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, but you were quickly approaching your first orgasm of the night.

“J-jimmy, I’m gonna come.” You panted, tightening your thighs around his neck.

“Don’t hold back on me, baby doll.” He mumbled against your folds.

And that nickname pushed you over the edge. Your walls throbbed and waves of electricity shot through your body. Jimmy continued to lap up your juices as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. You were suddenly very aware of your panting and placed a hand on your chest to feel your pounding heart. Jimmy kissed up your body again, worshipping every patch of skin he could get his lips on.

“Was that okay?” He asked innocently.

You huffed a laugh and met his lips with yours. You could taste yourself in his mouth. “That was…amazing.” You answered. “But I still need your dick inside me.”

Jimmy chuckled against your lips and guided your hands down his firm chest to the waistband of his khaki pants. You could feel his packed bulge against your hands as you whipped the belt from his waist and undid his pants. He kicked them off as you pulled his briefs down, his cock springing free. You took it in your hand, swirling the precum around the tip. Jimmy moaned deeply against your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

You adjusted your hips and swiped the tip of his cock through your folds. Jimmy grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him.

“Are you ready?” He asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You breathed.

Jimmy slowly pressed against your entrance. It probably wasn’t the best idea to start fucking without stretching you out, but that was a problem for tomorrow. You hissed as your walls began to stretch. After what seemed like an eternity, he bottomed out inside of you and you whimpered from the sting. Jimmy leaned down against your body again and pressed kisses against your flushed cheeks.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. Just breathe.” He whispered.

His gentle words made you smile and you reached up to hold his face in your hands. He flashed that charming smile again, and you couldn’t help but kiss it off his face. “I can keep going.” You mumbled against his lips.

Without moving away from you, Jimmy slowly pulled out, leaving you empty. You were worried that he was going to just torture you before he slammed back into you with full force. You screamed into his mouth and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Come on, baby doll, I know you can take it.” He whispered, catching your mouth with his.

He pounded his hips into yours at a brutally fast pace, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. You held onto him for dear life as his cock buried itself into you over and over again. You felt that same build up of heat in your pussy with each snap of your hips. You buried your face in his neck, moaning and panting.

“Jimmy…” You whimpered as your orgasm neared.

Jimmy felt your walls begin to tighten and he quickened his already brisk pace. “Come for me, sweetheart.” He encouraged.

After a few more thrusts, your body let go and your vision went black from the overwhelming sensation. Your pussy throbbed around his cock, but he didn’t let off. He wanted to make sure you came again before he would let himself go. And with your final scream, Jimmy let out a moan in tandem with yours as his cum spilled inside you. The pulsating of his cock was just enough stimulation to help you finish out your own orgasm.

Jimmy collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around him. For a moment, all you could hear were the staggering breaths heaving from your chests. After a minute of silence, Jimmy looked back up to you, sheepishly this time.

“Are you still cold?” He asked with a joking smile.

You giggled and kissed him gently. “If I say yes, can we do that again?” You teased.

Jimmy laughed and pressed his forehead against yours. “Baby doll, we can do this any time you want.”

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#jimmy woo #jimmy woo x reader #jimmy woo x y/n #wandavision #jimmy woo smut #antman #agent jimmy woo

[thatcartoonnetworkblog]

Cartoon Network Hotel Review

WHAT TIME IS IT????

If you don’t find yourself screaming this when you get here, even just in your head, then you’re in the wrong place.

But after a nice drive through Amish Country, the Cartoon Network Hotel is nice and visible right outside of Dutch Wonderland. Coming in, you see images of some of your favorite characters, right before Finn and Jake welcome you at the front.

Granted, it looks like I came off season- with fall and school just starting, Dutch Wonderland is only open on the weekends, and the hotel wasn’t exactly packed from what I can see. Which made for a good time for the indoor pool to be under renovation, so I sadly didn’t get to check that out. But hey, the outdoor pool was running just fine, although it was mostly empty, just myself and a family.

I didn’t take any pictures of the pool, since I didn’t have my phone (but a couple of Ice King’s penguins are playing life guard duty, alongside a pretty cute girl), but I did snap a photo of the Powerpuff sprinklers! They look pretty cool, right?

But that’s jumping ahead. Anyway, as mentioned, today it didn’t seem so busy, so despite arriving a couple of hours before 4 PM check-in, I was able to get a room right away. It must have been busy enough that I didn’t get the Gumball room I asked for, but instead I got my second choice, Steven Universe.

But I mean, look at this. I can’t complain. I was just thinking that I wanted the SU room instead, anyway.

The rooms are themed to one of six shows/franchises, the other four being Powerpuff Girls, Ben 10, Adventure Time and We Bare Bears. The former two seem to be primarily inspired by their recent series however, not their classics, so your mileage will vary there. I asked a receptionist which show tends to be the most popular choice, and she says that it rotates. Apparently PPG does get picked often by those who grew up with it, which makes sense, although those aren’t my Powerpuff Girls.

So, some things of note- there are four exclusive channels to the Hotel. Gumball and Teen Titans Go get their own 24/7 channels, which seems redundant since they’re basically all CN shows anyway. But they also have a FanFavs channel, which shows various episodes from various series, and New Shows, which I’m not sure if it shows currently unaired episodes or not. I couldn’t get that one active for long, but I did see part of a Victor & Valentino episode. I did have FanFavs on a bit as background noise, and they seem to mostly show:

Adventure Time

Regular Show

Steven Universe

Ben 10 (2016)

Mao Mao

Thundercats Roar (seriously...)

It seems like they mostly rotate from those shows, but I’d like to believe there’s more. Griz is on the cover bar for it when you connect to wifi, and you’d think they’d also show at least the 2016 PPG show as well, as that’s all over the resort.

They also do showings of cartoons in the kitchen at 3 and 9 PM, as the kitchen is closed during those times. My flight was very early, so I missed the 9 showing, as well as the Summer Camp Island-inspired bonfire that happened before, but I caught the 3 o’clock cartoons. They played episodes of Craig of the Creek, Total Dramarama, Teen Titans Go, and Gumball. Pretty cool, although these are basically the only four shows the channel plays anyway, The intro they use for the screenings shows clips from classic Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry, and Scooby-Doo cartoons, but none of those were shown today. Maybe they’ll throw one in at another time? Probably not Scooby... or maybe just a movie, since they apparently play movies as well sometimes.

I didn’t stick around for most of the TDR cartoon though, as I was participating in the Craig of the Creek scavenger hunt. They hunt various CN characters around the lobby vicinity, and you try to find them in the right spot.

This is what you get if you win- a COTC pin and a Hershey bar. But hey, you can’t argue with results, and this is about it for Craig merch.

The gift shop almost exclusively focuses on the six shows with featured rooms, and a lot of merch isn’t exclusive. I did get a couple of things though.

The beach towel is based on the designs you see all over the hotel and has a couple of series not otherwise represented in terms of merch, like OK KO, Summer Camp Island, and the aforementioned COTC. Oh, and Clarence! Almost missed him in the bottom.

I got the stickers because there are more COTC characters, and again, the designs are nice. The SU pin was cool, and if there was a similar one for AT or Gumball, I would have got that as well. And I got the Anais keychain because Gumball merch is strangely rare despite its popularity, especially for her. There were also some pencils, notebooks, a couple of T-shirts and a hoodie. I almost got some pencils.

There’s also an arcade and an activity center, but those do seem mostly for kids, plus you have to pay for most of the crafts. I think the coloring is free at least, and there are a couple of nods to classic shows I found that I’ll share on another post.

Just as there are some nods to classics around the place, primarily the elevator and kitchen, but the people who want to see Dexter and Johnny and the Eds aren’t the target audience for this resort. Which is unfortunate, but the thing is, besides the fact that we’re getting old and today’s kids need their own shows, Cartoon Network has become a big deal internationally over the past decade, moreso than during their supposed heyday in the late 90′s-early 00′s. The six shows featured aren’t just picked for being the most popular, they’re all big draws overseas. We Bare Bears sells a LOT of merch in Asia and parts of Europe, even if it doesn’t seem that big of a draw stateside. Hopefully they can make this a tourist spot.

That said, I do hope that they consistently update things in the years to come. Part of the problem with the Nickelodeon Hotel over in Orlando was how stuck it was in the mid-2000′s. Sure, SpongeBob has remained a big draw over the years since, but when I visited the place around 2010 (didn’t stay, but took a tour), it was apparent that if your kids weren’t big fans of Rugrats or Jimmy Neutron, and they probably weren’t around that place until its last days, there wasn’t much reason to stay over.

I do think that Craig deserves his own themed room, and it may be time to swap out Powerpuff for it. Let’s admit that the 2016 reboot was a failure and move on. Or maybe just double down and replace the reboot designs with their classic look.

But hey, my final thoughts on the Cartoon Network Hotel? I had a lot of fun, and got the best sleep I had in ages. I’m not sure if I’d go again, though. At least unless it changes things up a little. Part of the thing is that this is really for the kids who love today’s new shows. And I do really love three of the six shows heavily featured here- four if you count the original Powerpuff. But I’m just not the right age for this place.

If you love any of these shows and/or Cartoon Network’s brand as a whole, I recommend checking this place out, but only if you’re near the area. Don’t make it a pilgrimage. Unless you have enough friends to make grouping up on the Steven Universe Dream Suite worth it.

That said, look at these Bear macrons. So damn cute, and tasty, too!

#my ramblings #cartoon network #cartoon network hotel

[doctapuella]

thoughts! on this goofy as picture! blame @electric--love because she brought it to my attention, and i love mocking music men!

(going left to right because they've made it so easy)

eric!!! he absolutely looks totally fine!!!! his hair is nice!!!! he's smiling and laughing like a dork!!!!! he's wearing short shorts!!!!!!! honestly, if anything, he's a disappointment because i have nothing bad to say about this. he's easily the most normally-dressed person in this image.

bon jovi man tico! i'm assuming this is the drummer bc of the glove, and because the other guy next to him that i don't know is holding a guitar/bass. so. the thing with drummers is, they can go wildly in one of two directions. (1) they can have the world's best smile [fred; steven adler; jimmy d'anda] OR (2) they can look like they want to make a lampshade out of your skin [bobby blotzer; mark scott]. three guesses which one tico is, and the first two guesses don't count.

bon jovi man 2 alec! i truly cannot decide whether i love his jacket, or if it's a monstrosity. possibly both? anyway, in this collection of people, he looks the most confused and out of place. why is he the only one with his instrument? it makes it look like he is the only musician, and the others are a group of drunk fans who grabbed him as he went by for a picture. "alec! hey oh my god it's alec! dude come on, let's get a picture! yeah no of course you have to go play soon, just real quick i promise!" also i have extreme concerns about the soul patch situation.

fred looks like he knew, back in whatever year, that this moment would come and that i, a mere infant or toddler at the time, would find nothing in life more joyful than making fun of him on the internet. and so, there he is, hiding behind everyone else. all we can see is his sunshine smile (see above on drummers) and really that's a huge win.

jon. here we go. even if i didn't know a single thing about jon bon jovi or his personality, i would look at the framing of this picture, at everyone's poses, at everyone's positioning, and i would assume this man is the one in charge of the situation and believes he is god's gift to the earth. look at his fucking outfit. the tight-ass pants, with a non-functional belt that draws attention to his crotch. the other exposed chests in this picture are what i will hesitantly refer to as "classy", in that the outfits make sense (open shirt or no shirt). this, though? what is this? is this a wrestling onesie? his arms are in the way but it's pretty clear this is like, open all the way almost to his navel. i ask you, mister bongiovi, why are you even bothering? I WILL TELL YOU WHY he bothers. same reason he bothered with the belt. the confusing nature of his outfit draws attention. oh, shirtless men? typical. BUT! a man in a flimsy excuse for a shirt? hmm? must figure it out. must stare. he may be off-putting to many but he isn't dumb.

tom. oh, tom, honey. if i had to sum up tom in one image, i might choose this one. himbo vibes off the charts. mouth hanging open, staring off in fully the wrong direction. he's got the more respectable chest-baring situation of an unbuttoned shirt, which is prob smart because it also has long sleeves and he must be sweltering. bless him he just looks confused.

richie is here, on the other side of tom, and it feels like he and jon are flanking tom in some sort of shakedown. "don't forget, tom, you're here because of us. fucking listen up." am i applying too many jersey stereotypes? maybe, but i've also spent enough time in NJ to feel okay with that. there's not much else to say here, because his outfit is relatively inoffensive; i'm more distressed by his shark grin.

david is trying. i love that he and jeff have the same look, and both are stuck together on one end. idk why, it's just a fun visual quirk. he's hidden behind richie and jeff, so it's hard to say, but i think it's fine. he's got that big tattoo going on, so the shirtless decision seems like a reasonable one.

saving our boy jeff for last! he looks so tiny and the absolutely giant glasses do not help that because they dwarf his face. (that said, i love it, A+ choice jephph.) also made the choice to go shirtless, and looking at him and his muscles i'd say he gets shirtless rights. but also, having said that, if you look at where his hands are, it kinda looks like he's doing the thing of positioning his hands to push out his biceps to look bigger. i mean, i've seen enough pictures of him at this point to know he does have the muscles, but in the context of this picture, where everyone (except maybe tico) looks around the same height, then boom there's travel-size jeff? it just screams "yeah okay i may be short but i can still fuck you up," esp because he's doing that like cocky weight-shift stance. dw you're doing great sweetie.

#cinderella #cinderella band #bon jovi #photo writing #i cannot believe that when i started this #i thought i wouldn't have a lot to say #like. objectively? it's just a bunch of men standing in line #but who would i be if i didn't over analyze every detail #all mockery is done out of love #mostly #i have another picture of the two bands that is much sillier so we'll see whether anything ends up being parallel between the two #i know much more about cinderella than bon jovi (which is prob obvious) #fun shit though!!!! #thank you for enabling me lynne!!!!!!! #you're the best <3 #long post #the cut was very necessary