#call her when shes w some friends at the movie theater ok

[depravitydotexe]

oh hey dont forget 2 make her ringtone when u call audio of her gagging like a stupid whore on ur cock n then um also dont forget 2 call her at her work 2 remind her how much u love her oh n also how much of a gross slut she is ok?

#call her when shes w some friends at the movie theater ok #call her when shes at a nail salon n the polish is still drying but the phone is in the bottom of her purse n also pocket ok #slut.txt #trans nsft #wlw nsft #t4t nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft

[ptergwen]

warmer than cuddles

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: may plays matchmaker and makes some suggestive jokes

prompt: you and peter get caught in the rain and have to share an umbrella

a/n: thank youuu to the angel who requested <3 swear this is my favorite trope to write hehe ☔️

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one of the many things you and peter have in common is being lazy. it’s sort of the basis of your friendship. you’re not the kids who drink or party or get in trouble. you play board games and eat pizza on his ripped up couch. the riskiest thing you’ve ever done is sneak into a movie.

peter was so paranoid you’d get caught, he couldn’t even pay attention. he kept whispering to you about paying the whole time. you had to drag him out by his hand after the movie ended. the next time you went to that theater, he bought an extra ticket to “make it even.”

that about put an end to your trying new things phase. you went right back to your comfy nights in pajamas. tackling each other for the remote, baking terrible cookies that you just throw out, sharing a blanket to stay warm. what also helps is that you cuddle under it.

all the fun you need is you, peter, and your love for doing nothing. may disagrees.

she’s always trying to get you two out of the apartment. in her words, it’s “unhealthy for developing teens to spend so much time cooped up inside.” peter once asked which mother’s facebook group she joined. you snickered at that. may gave you a warning look.

well, you don’t have a choice to stay in today. she’s kicking you and peter out because she has guests coming over.

“it’s girl’s night,” may tells the two of you with a satisfied smirk. she hangs her raincoat on the rack and comes into the living room. peter squints his eyes at her. “you have friends?” he sounds too surprised for your liking. you flick his arm hard enough to make him go “ouch!”

“peter, we only have, like, four friends. that’s counting ourselves,” you inform him with a laugh. peter drops his head onto your shoulder. “and i don’t need any of them but you,” he says sarcastically, rubbing his cheek on your sweatshirt. “aw, i know,” you coo and rest your head on his. may crosses her arms and shrugs.

“you should do a group play date with everyone! i haven’t heard from ned in a while,” she suggests, your eyes flicking over to peter. he’s biting back a grin. “play date?” you try to stifle a laugh when you ask. “you know what i mean. a hang out,” may nods at her better word choice. peter winces in protest.

“eh, ned will probably wanna go out somewhere. we don’t do that,” he tells may, like that’s a completely normal thing for a teenager to say. you raise a finger in agreement. she laughs in disbelief at you and peter. you’re splayed out on the couch, on a saturday, complaining about doing anything else.

“you two make me feel young.” may’s words are a joke, but her tone isn’t. “you are young, may,” you reassure her and smile a little. peter says nothing. his eyes become hooded as he settles into you more. “look at you two, like some old married couple,” may gestures to you from where she’s standing. she smiles this time.

peter’s face gets hot from the mention of you being a couple. your heart skips a couple of beats. you’re pretty sure he can tell from how close he is.

“do whatever you want, just not here,” she gets back to the real conversation. peter hides his entire face in your shoulder as a form of protest. you pat his back. “and not each other. unless you’re safe,” may adds. “may, please. no,” he groans out, positive he’s all red now. you blink at her in horror.

may knows what she’s doing. peter isn’t the most subtle person, especially not about liking someone. she’s learned all the signs that her nephew is falling. he’s falling for you. she sees it in you, too. the way your eyes soften when they meet peter’s, how fast you are to hug him back or beam at the silly things he says.

you two spend so much time apart from your other friends, you basically are a couple. you’re just not old or married. the only thing you need is a push to realize that.

“ok, we’re gonna go now,” peter decides and pulls away from you. “god bless,” you say only so he can hear. he chuckles at that, you getting up from the couch. giving him a knowing smile, you grab one of his hands. he lets you pull him to his feet while exhaling. he’s already exhausted. may watches and shakes her head.

peter walks up to give her a quick hug. “enjoy girl’s night. love you,” he murmurs as she squeezes him tight. even though they tease each other a lot, their relationship is really sweet. it’s very telling how a guy treats his mother. well, aunt in this case. that thought has always been in the back of your mind.

“have fun!” you grin at may when her and peter pull apart. he comes back over to you and tugs on your sleeve. “thanks, kids. we’ll be done around eleven,” she lets you know. you’re already getting your shoes on and ready to leave. eleven is a while from now.

“don’t forget an umbrella! it’s drizzling!” may calls after you two. peter grabs hers that’s leaning against the front door. it’s pink with purple polka dots. you giggle at that. “hey, i like pink,” he defends himself and opens the door, letting you out first. you raise your hands in defense, leaving the apartment.

peter waves at may one last time. “good luck, peter,” she tells him once you reach the stairs. he furrows both eyebrows. “good luck with what?” “you’ll see,” may raises her own eyebrows in a way that’s all too familiar to peter. he calls it her face of wisdom.

still confused, peter heads out. he finds you at the bottom of the stairs. you shove your hands in your pockets and push against the door to open it. peter meets you outside, twirling the umbrella between his fingers.

“is there anywhere you wanna go?” he asks as you start to walk. you’re just going down the block for now. “back upstairs,” you sigh out. “i wish. not an option, though,” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. you fumble to pull up your hood. he easily reaches over and does it for you.

“thanks,” you say quietly. “you’re welcome,” peter pats the top of your head for emphasis. “we could just walk around.” “until eleven o’clock? that’s five hours from now,” you laugh out, adjusting your hoodie to block your face. disappointment crosses over his features.

“should’ve brought my suit,” he mutters mostly to himself. linking your arm with his, your eyes widen. “i’m not trusting you to swing me around in this weather.” his bicep flexes when your arm wraps around his own. “what? i’ve done it before, y/n/n. on patrol.” you turn your head towards him.

“didn’t you get hurt last time?” you already know the answer. “sprained wrist and a few cuts,” he grumbles, you humming because you’re right. he’d called you in tears when he got home, scared he broke something. you reminded him he would heal soon and stayed on the phone until he calmed down.

that ended up being the whole night. you’re probably the most supportive of peter being spider-man. you of course worry about the toll it takes, but you understand why he does it. the least you can do is be there for him while he navigates the superhero world. not talk him out of it or scold him for making mistakes, be there.

that’s why he loves his lazy days with you so much. they’re his break, his escape from what he lies awake worrying about most nights. you’ve seen what he has to go through, so you respect that. whatever he needs to do to unwind is fine by you. as long as you get to do it with him.

“then you couldn’t patrol for weeks. you could barely hold a pencil.” your other arm sneaks around his. they’re both hugging him now. “you had to be my note taker,” peter reminisces, a smile making its way onto his face. “that sucked, man. you’re such a perfectionist about them,” you breathe out.

peter flips the umbrella around in a show-off kind of way. “you don’t complain when i send them to you.” he sounds so cocky you can’t help but roll your eyes. he isn’t wrong, though. “whatever. seriously, where should we go?” “uh,” peter’s eyes scan the block for inspiration. they land on a man carrying takeout.

“dinner? not at a restaurant since we’re in sweats,” he adds the last part so you don’t have to. “ooh, let’s go to panera,” you happily squeeze his arm. peter quirks an eyebrow at you. “you’re always hungry after.” “so? we can get dessert, too. we have a while.” that makes his heart flutter. a while with you.

“cool, cool, cool,” he sings to you, leaning into your side as you walk. you giggle and push at his shoulder. “i think we can make it there before the rain picks up.” there’s a clap of thunder right after he says that, like something out of a movie. it’s followed by a heavier rain coming down on you two. you pull at the strings of your hoodie to keep it tighter on your head.

“jinxed it,” you remark, both of you stopping so peter can open the umbrella. “ugh,” he grunts out. his lower lip is between his teeth while he undoes the velcro. he pushes down and watches as the umbrella springs open for you two. “here, c’mere,” peter welcomes you under as he holds it above your heads.

it doesn’t quite fit you both since it’s only meant for one person. you forgot he took may’s. the two of you have to squish together so you can avoid the rain, which is pitter pattering down hard on the sidewalk.

you’re comfortable under here with him. the freezing cold weather outside of the umbrella is hardly an issue anymore.

peter turns to face you, letting out a breathless laugh. “you can take off your hood now.” your arms slip from around his. you remove it from your head and give him a toothy grin. it’s one that’s meant to be over exaggerated. “there’s that pretty face,” peter’s voice gets quieter. unlike what you did, that wasn’t a joke.

your pretty face loses its smile. you’re suddenly very aware of how close peter is to you.

you can see the faint scar on his chin from when he banged it into a wall in your living room. he’d ran straight into it during your two person game of hide and seek. yes, you still play that. it was gushing blood for half an hour.

there are also the thousands of freckles dotting his face, the ones you only notice by looking at him super hard. you try to count them whenever you get bored. peter stares back at you while you fall in love with every tiny detail about him.

he takes the time to admire your lips, not just because they look really kissable right now. because of every curious expression they press into when he does something you can’t believe. your eyes, that he feels a sense of safety and honesty and familiarity every time he looks into. he finds them and feels like he’s home.

“peter?” you speak up after a few moments. your tone is hesitant, as if whatever you’re going to ask will change what you have forever. that’s because it might. it’s silent except for the sound of the rain hitting his umbrella. peter finally answers, almost in a whisper. “yeah?”

“i... i think,” you clear your throat before going on. his eyes trail down to your lips again, then back up to your twinkling ones. even on a gloomy day like this, they could light up the whole sky. “i think i love you,” you get out, a hand over your racing heart. peter gives you a small but sure nod. “i think i love you, too.”

he takes a step closer to you, if that’s even possible. his hand without the umbrella comes up to hold your cheek. you watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away a few stray rain droplets. your head tilts to the side, lips parted on instinct. peter leans in until his lips just brush yours, letting you decide what comes next.

you choose to close the space between you two. his eyes squeeze shut, whole face scrunched up when he kisses back. this is a release of all the emotions he’s been holding in that he didn’t even realize he had. you slip into a rhythm, using the angle to move your lips against peter’s.

his hand drops from your cheek to your jaw to support you while you kiss. your own hands grab his biceps, fingers pressing into him, depesrate to have him in your arms. peter lets out a content sigh against your lips before detaching them. it’s not for long. he comes right back in after taking a breath.

you get one long peck from him, then another that’s softer than the last. you give him a short kiss back, lips curving into a smile when this one ends. peter’s thumb smooths over your jawline while he searches for your eyes. he grins at you and tightens his grip on the umbrella handle. he’s surprised it didn’t blow away in the midst of your mini makeout.

“i definitely love you, peter,” you state so genuinely, hands on his shoulders now. that has to be peter’s favorite sentence he’s ever heard. the most beautiful combination of words, said by you to him. “i definitely love you, y/n,” peter agrees, punctuating his statement with one last kiss. you haven’t stopped smiling when his lips meet the corner of yours.

may was right about two things that night. you needed the umbrella for that huge storm, but it did more than protect your from the rain. it also brought you and peter together in a way. the second thing she was right about was that peter loves you, and every feeling he has mirror yours for him.

actually, she was right about three things. you two have to get out of the apartment more often.

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Chris Evans masterlist

Chris Evans HC

Going on a road trip with Chris and kiddos (headcannon)

Being married to Chris Evans would include(headcannon)

Chris Evans Imagines

imagine chris seeing you with a kid

imagine chris talking about the day you got married

imagine:chris broke up with you before you could tell him your pregnant

imagine:you and chris divorced and have two kids together/maybe it not to late to get back together

imagine chris talking about your twins

imagine chris seeing you for the first time

Imagine Chris seeing you with a kid after 2 years of being broken up (fluff)

Imagine Chris seeing you in a beautiful dress at an award show

Imagine your son thinking your so beautiful and he doesn’t want Chris to see you

Imagine Chris finding out his 3 year old has a boyfriend

Imagine your kids finding out that Chris is captain America

Imagine Chris being your neighbor and you wondering why didn’t put on pants.

Imagine Chris feeling like he failed as a father

Imagine Chris watching you play with his niece and nephew and he can’t help wonder how amazing you would be as a mom

Imagine Chris and your son telling the paparazzi no pictures

Imagine your son regret eating Wasabi

Imagine telling Chris that you want to make him a daddy on father’s day ~ smut

Chris Evans prompts

mamas boy 9&58

make me 48

i can’t keep kissing stranger and pretending their you 1,14&33

i forgive you 11

please marry me 32

hey just breath 29&10

92 and 84( smut)

76 and 91 ( angst, smut, fluff)

4 and 99(sad)

15 and 85(slightly angst, fluff)

quarantine proposal(fluff)

big fight (angst, fluff), breath with me (fluff) 

shoulder pain(fluff)

thirsty tweet reveal (fluff)

he’s okay (angst, fluff, daddy Chris), period(fluff)

54&56(smut) 

50,54,59(smut)

68&72(smut) 

68,69,72(smut) 

31,50,72(smut)

16,40(fluff)

Chris Evans:

exes to lover

8 letter

haters

accident happen how you think we …

heart eyes

daddy little fan

build a bear v teddy bear

baby love

falling like the stars

all way by your side

i will always protect you

rain can’t ruin the fun

give me nickname

your not a real fan

don’t touch her

im sorry

will you be there

i love you just the way you are

little valentine

best valentine day ever

admire your beauty

kick ass boyfriend

you and chris in quarantine

focus on my breathing

panic attack

sweater wearing dorks

i’m not good enough for you

moving to boston

beautiful in his eyes

have each other

strong mama

jealous chris

wear a longer skirt next time

i’m bored

that hurt my feelings

animal crossing

A place to sit ( smut)

Hot model (fluff, slightly smut)

Beautiful in his eyes ( fluff)

What!(angst, fluff)

Love me (smut)

Please forgive me(angst, fluff)

Bikini fun(smut, slight fluff)

Brazilian girl(smut)

Window (smut)

Hands(smut)

Dad’s friend (smut)

Chris Evans Fluff:

Not worth it || angst

You are the reason || fluff

Plane cancellation || fluff

Skype call || fluff

Back off, he’s mine || fluff, light Angst

Everything okay || fluff, light Angst

Social anxiety || fluff

Workout or dance party || fluff

Chris Evans Smut:

Fuck it || smut

Quick quiet sex || smut

Stuck with u || smut

Tapes || smut

His fingers are accurate || smut

Wild wet dream || smut

CEO barber || smut

Language || smut

Such a good mouth || smut

One bed || smut

Not so innocent maid || smut

Bathtub || smut

Daddy Chris:

Princess Chris ( fluff, daddy Chris)

Dance with me ( fluff, daddy Chris)

cuddle and kisses ( fluff, daddy Chris)

Late night protection (fluff, daddy Chris)

No kissing mama ( fluff, daddy Chris)

Helping daddy (fluff, daddy Chris)

Junk food convinced (fluff, daddy Chris)

3 month old talker( fluff, daddy Chris)

Twins ( fluff, daddy Chris)

Workout distraction (fluff, daddy Chris)

Reading a book (fluff, daddy Andy)

She’s growing up too fast (fluff, daddy Chris)

Little sister love (fluff, daddy Chris)

Shuts that out (fluff, daddy Andy)

Finally princesses (fluff, daddy Chris)

Busted (fluff, daddy Chris)

Bubbles (fluff, daddy Chris)

Not little anymore (fluff, daddy Chris)

New best friend (fluff, daddy Chris)

Skin to skin (fluff, daddy Chris)

Hungry baby, no (fluff, daddy Chris)

Peas (fluff, daddy Chris)

What are you doing Papa(fluff,daddy Chris)

Meeting little brother(fluff, daddy Chris)

Quarantine with kiddos(fluff, daddy Chris)

Mother’s day || dad! Chris

Memories || dad! Chris

Winnie the Pooh ||dad! Chris

Puppies || dad! Chris

Shy || dad! Chris

Bring us together || dad! Chris

Curly hair || dad! Chris

Quarantine baby || dad! Chris

Strawberries || dad! Chris

Bake a cake || dad! Chris

Sugar party || dad! Chris

Cuddles || dad! Chris

Morning with the Evans || dad! Chris

Disneyland || dad! Chris

FaceTime || dad! Chris

Pool day || dad! Chris

Big hands || dad! Chris

Not food || dad! Chris

Chris Evans oneshots:

Target - you lied and told Chris that you and your daughter weren’t going to target. He catches you both ~ Fluff

Double trouble maker - your twins break something and hide behind you, even though Chris isn’t mad ~ Fluff

Birthday special - Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday and since you both are still in quarantine, you want to give him a little show at home ~ smut

legal | Request : you wrote some dad figure!tom x teen actress!reader, can i get one with Chris Evans? maybe reader has been emancipated for awhile now n despite the fact that she’s been raising herself for a long time now, she still needs that parently guidance and maybe chris gives her that??? i hope that’s ok!! -🌙 ~ Fluff

Twins - I have a request, I was wondering if u can do a request, where the reader is African American and he and Chris are expecting towns, but they revel the news to Chris’s parents and your parents and also both of y’all grandparents?? ~ Fluff

Work this out - Can I request chris or henry tried to work through there divorce but end up with cute moments working it out ~ fluff

Princess - your Andy princess ~ smut

Surprise - I had another idea, what if Chris was being interviewed and you and your guys daughter who’s 4, came and surprised him, but once your daughter saw Chris she runs up to him and yells daddy!! - Fluff

Fort - Summary: it’s a rainy day and you, Chris, and your son build a fort ~ Fluff

Slobbery kisses - Chris wakes up to sloppy kisses by his baby ~ Fluff

Can’t sleep without you - Hi! can I request something where Chris and the reader had an argument and Chris goes to sleep in the couch, but in the middle of the night, the reader go to sleep with him there? Thanks! ~ slightly Angst, Fluff

Make up - Just after that quick one about fighting and sleeping separately could you do a quick imagine on the make up sex pls :)) ty ~ smut, Fluff

Tough guy -Can I ask for an imagine about the reader fighting with her husband Chris, about his family and the fight ending in rough sex? ❤ ~ kinda dark, smut

Giraffe slippers - Chris can’t get over your son’s giraffe slippers ~ Fluff

Switzerland - Summary: you, Chris and your son go on vacation to beautiful Switzerland ~ Fluff

Velvet - I found these prompts. They’re perfect ~ Fluff, implied smut

I’m scared, but I love you - Can u make where on how will cevans admit to a girl that he likes (or falling for) her and the girl is scared bc of the risk of dating him (privacy, fame, hate) and chris tells her he’s scared too but he’s willing to take a risk bc he can’t afford to see u w/ anyone else ~ Fluff

Interviewer - Summary: your a black interviewer and Chris couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. - smut, Fluff

Red dress - Request: After the oscars or whatever awards with Chris Evans, reader wearing a really sexy dress and even sexier lingerie ~ Fluff, implied smut

Softy -Request: Imagine Chris when he has a baby 🥺 I can honestly imagine how in love he’s gonna be in the delivery room getting handed his child. That man seriously makes my heart melt ~ Fluff

Who are you? - Request: can i request an image where chris comes back from filming and has a beautiful beard, but his baby daughter didn’t recognize him ~ Fluff

Empty theater - Request: you and chris go to the theaters and find out you two are the only one in the showing. You’re pretty invested into the movie and Chris is just horny 3000. He’s tryna fool around and you disregard him until he grabs your hand and puts it on his crotch and says in that insanely attractive Boston accent, “feel how hah’d you got me??” shweaty🤤 ~ smut

What moving in with Chris is like ~ Fluff

Long hair lover - Request: Can you write an imagine where Chris came back from filming red sea diving resort and his baby daughter is crazy in love with his long hair? ~ Fluff

Mean girl - Request: Hi, can you write one where the reader runs into a mean girl from school at supermarket and the girl start to brag for just saw Chris Evans. She doesn’t know that the reader is his wife, so the the mean girl has a little surprise when Chris find his wife at the line or something. ~ Fluff, slightly angst

Episode - Request: Hey are you taking request? I’m dark skinned chocolate and I’d love for Chris to comfort reader during a depressive episode. She’s the life of the party and she’s a new actress, not popular but she met Chris through mutual friends and he’s realized she’s been isolating herself lately, so he stops by her apt. to check in on her. She feels like she’s losing her mind. You can add smut. 😉 reader usually feels better after an episode buts its a serious battle and having support helps tremendously.😊 ~ Fluff, smut

Romantic day - Request: So Chris was asked in an interview if he ever had anyone do anything romantic for him and he had a hard time remembering. Can you write a fic where his girlfriend does something romantic for him? Like on a tooth rotting level of fluff. ~ fluff

Piglet - your daughter dress up as piglet from Winnie the Pooh ~ fluff

Bathroom and mirror - Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could request being at a party with Chris and he goes to the bathroom and you follow only for him to lift you on to the sink and eat your 🐱 then bend you over and fuck you hard watching you in the mirror ~ smut

Pink ribbon - Request: Okay but like I had this imagine in my head, like Chris is recording a video of his babygirl which is two months and he’s recording a video to help people with wants happening in the world to make then smile and then you hear a “grrr” and he’s like yes my daughter did learn how to growl before speaking thanks to dodger ! And he’s like so in love with the cutest bean to ever live ! And wife!reader be like watching this as she growls,dodger being proud! -🥺💕 ~ Fluff

Migraine - Request: Take as much time as you need 😜. I was about reader working at home on quarantine and she has this migraine so Chris takes care of her?? Could be a drabble, hc, blurb, whatever you wanna make of it ~ Fluff

Childhood bedroom - Request: Reader and Chris having sex in Chris’s childhood room when they visit his parents for a holiday (whichever you want) and Scott walking in on them ~ smut

Boomerang - Request: Can I request Chris Evans x Reader age gap where its her 10 high school reunion and back in high school she was over weight and was teased for it. Now she isnt and is engaged to Chris, but at the reunion she gets told by like an ex boyfriend an ex friend that Chris will leave her if she gets her weight back. Chris over hears this and is upset by it. Also could they make a remark like she is gaining weight again but she is pregnant like three months with a tiny bump (Maybe smut) Thank you ~ Angst, smut

Period - Request: can you do one abt chris when his girl is on her period ~ Fluff

4am car ride - Summary: at 4 in the morning Chris wakes you up to go on a car ride ~ Fluff

No Oscars - Request: Concept: reader consoling chris after he comes back from the oscars without any wins ~ Angst, fluff

Morning with the Evans - Summary: morning with 6 kiddos, 4 going to school. ~ Fluff

Wanna help? - Request: Hi there! What about Chris is in his bed reading a book as his wife were doing her routine of moisturizing her body and he start staring at her and she asks if he want to do the job for her. ~ smut

Mommy isn’t hot she’s warm

Message therapist - Request: I’m a massage therapist. I would love to see a wondering with CE and a therapist. She gets a one in a lifetime opportunity to massage the one and only, he sees her small stature and does not think she’ll be able to help him, but he is pleasantly surprised. He takes one look at her, and get simplicity and naturalness intrigues and consumes him. He’s on a mission to make her his, she’s wary. She’s wary because of her past and of what his intentions are. And doesn’t trust him right away. @creae7881 ~ Fluff

America’s ass - Summary: you make Chris celebrate that ass on its birthday `~ Fluff

Mechanic - Request: Hi! Wondering if you could make a story where Chris falls for a girl that’s a mechanic. I’ve been looking to pictures of the car Downey gifted him. She can be the one who built it. Thanks ~ @arabescapr ~ Fluff

Angry at you - Summary: Chris has to do some work and his daughter wants to play, but he can’t. She doesn’t like that. ~ Fluff

Virgin till married - Request: Hey! I really love your five and am a huge fan of your writing! Is there a way you could write a Chris fanfic in which the reader is a virgin and wants to save herself for marriage and it’s their honeymoon and she is gonna have sex for the first time with husband Chris.😙❤ It can be fluff and smut. Thank you! ~ smut

Secretly - Request: I have a request for Chris. Where the reader is a beautiful black plus-size woman and she and Chris are secretly dating, and one day they are spotted out and Chris panics and he has an interview and the interviewer asked him “who’s this girl u were spotted with” and Chris says I don’t know he personally she’s just a fan, and the reader watches the interview and gets heartbroken so she blocks him and changing a the locks to her house, and Chris finds out that she watched the interview. For the plus size request for Chris. I have to send another ask for same request because I didn’t have enough room to finish, but the reader starts avoiding and ignoring Chris, and Chris tries to get the reader to talk to him by showing up at her work, or bringing her flowers or her favorite food but she declines until one day she gets home and he’s on her doorstep and she starts walking by him ignoring him and he asks her just to talk to him please. Can there be a happy ending. ~ @briannab1234 ~ Angst, Fluff

After the show - Request: I’m sort of obsessed with the idea an anon sent in about the reader being a singer and her performing on stage and then him getting her home! I don’t know if you’re doing that already but if not can I request it for Chris Evans pleaseee ~ smut

Midnight return ~ Fluff, dad! Chris

You+me=perfect - Request: Hi! Just discovered your blog a few weeks ago and fell in love with your writing. I know requests are closed, but when you have time, could you do one where Chris and Reader (age gap) like each other and they know and everybody knows but when Reader makes a move he rejects her because since he wants a family he thinks reader is not ready for that. Please happy ending, 2020 is already too stressful :)~ Angst, Fluff

Your producing ice? - Request:Writing idea? Yk that game that Chris played with Jimmy Fallon where they poured the ice water down each other’s pants. Yeah yeah yeah. Just imagine going to give Chris a bj in the dressing room or something and there’s ice In his pants -🥺 but confused ~ smut, Fluff

Wine and sunset - Summary: you and Chris have been together for 3 years and now you got married to him. You both are on your honeymoon. He can’t help but keep his hands off of you. ~ smut, Fluff

No kissing ~ fluff,dad! Chris

At last I see the light - Request: Hi, can you please write Chris Evans x reader when he’s on the Graham Show and the other guest is a singer he have a crush on, she perform a song she recorded for the ‘We Love Disney’s album and he’s just in admiration please?  ~ Fluff

Another princess?! - Summary: your pregnant and you and Chris finally figure out the gender of your baby. ~ Fluff

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #submission #Chris Evans imagines #Chris Evans x female reader #chris evans x plus size reader #chris Evans smut #dad!chris evans #Chris Evans x ofc

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Alright everybody today we're losing it over 3 things:

Pastel Jughead

Northside Jughead being adopted by Fred

Jughead & his many lady friends

SO HERE'S THE THING- IM CRYING, JUST, - JUG. JUG ALWAYS WANTING TO WEAR PRETTY PASTEL THINGS BUT HE COULD NEVER BC IT WOULD MAKE FP LOOK BAD, THEN BC he doesn't want to put a burden on fp. From a painfully young age, he knew they weren't well off, so yes, hand me downs would suffice, no worries.

There's also that lingering, possessive fear digging through his hopes, that maybe it won't matter, that people won't care, but-

but then he remembers Kevin getting slammed for wearing lip gloss on the playground, or how Archie stopped writing his songs with glitter pens after some douchebag made fun of him.

Or how Jason loved playing dolls and match dresses with Cheryl until he was stopped. And he's just- there's gentle advisory to hide all of that, and so he does?

But then they grow up, and Riverdale, at least in some places, does too. So when Betty kindly offers him some clothes to try on, offers to teach him how to do make up, Val, Polly and Veronica fast on call, having their little fashion shows, it felt... free.

SO, ns jug and ss sweet pea who met through fangs, whom jug found battered up behind the movie theater and took him home to patch up, and it was infatuation at first sight.

Sweet Pea is bold and confident and makes gold feel lesser and he loves the blush preening, bashful but fervid across Jug's face, illuminating the freckles he's found himself counting more than once, and he says he'd like to see it more often.

So Friday. Jug better be ready.

And so - so Jug IS, invites Sweet Pea to his room until he goes to tame his brother Archie, his sister Cheryl (bc in a perfect world Fred adopted Cheryl ok don't tale that from me) and Papa, " protective cave people. You know."

And sweet pea just watches him, a ball of indigant fluffy bed hair, hopping down the stairs.

" You can't ruin this for me! This guy is so sweet and smart and cool, why aren't we talking about Archie's unrelenting habbit of bringing a new girl over every week. I don't want to shame anyone but its really mean I'm the only one targeted!" And he snorts.

This dork will make such a good boyfriend, yes, he can already see it, boyfriend to husband to maybe possibly father of his children.

But he's not thinking too fast. No.

It's just- Jug is a good boy, starry eyed bright, sea water calming and tranquil, makes you want to drown, and sweet pea would. He doesn't know how something that pure goes hand in hand with all the dark he's wearing. A dark he doesn't even enjoy, by the look on his face.

But then. Then sweet pea sees. Pretty pink clothes, shirts and sweaters and skirts, pastel everything, some on the bed, some on the bean bag, and his insides freeze over. They look awfully close in resemblance with the other ball of pastel, sunlight forrest green that creep him out. And Sweet Pea assumes the worst.

Just- Jug coming back, excited, saying that he actually convinced Fred to let him ride on a motorcycle, but sees the dark on sweet pea 's face, watches fingers casually tear his pretty fabrics apart, then fling it at jug and jug- he's he's so upset, water pooling around his eyes, " w- why?"

" why? Cause you're fucking disgusting. THIS is disgusting," gesturing to the mess and rags of Jug's precious things, sliced by a talented blade, precise, masterful, gleeful. " God, I'm so glad I didn't let you touch me. You've got to be one of the sickest fuckers I've ever met. WHY would you bring me here, knowing I'd find out?"

Lips trembling, shaking like fluttering petals blew by wind, Jug, shame eaten, mortification boiling him from the inside out, " I- I didn't think you'd- you'd care."

There's betrayel, soft but noticeable, because he TRUSTED sweet pea, trusted Fangs' promises of their youthful viewpoints, how they're progressive even with their slightly traditional tracks.

Sweet Pea, floored, scoffs, like Jug is spewing some of the most offensive words he's heard in a lifetime, and shakes his head. " Northsiders are something else. Crazy fuckers, the lot of you. Dont look for me, or that pretty face of yours won't stay pretty for long"

He carries that bravado with him out the door, but as soon as he reaches his truck, Sweet Pea cries, you know he does, because there goes his heart, broke open by another northsider with too much time on their hands and not enough life in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Jug is cleaning his room, sobbing quietly, because the boy he likes hates his pretty clothes and thinks Jug is disgusting.

there's nothing Cheryl does better than revenge.

She watches Jug, shoulder to shoulder with a paired of concerned amber eyes, angry, wrathful, as her baby brother gently packs the clothes into a bag, shoulders trembling as if he's carrying so much weight on them Atlas would bow.

Watches him, head down, little trash bag filled with the same things that nerd was so bright eyed with excitement at just a few months ago, and knocks on Betty's door.

He apologizes, Cheryl knows, because of the loving, fond crease between Betty's brow, when Jug would apologize for seemingly nothing and shed say "why"? With her face alone.

She spots the blankness taking over as she opens that bag, slowly, eyes not changing once her and Cheryl lock eyes.

" Fetch my phone, Archie. This is a Code Red."

So here Jug is, under his fluffy blankets, cuddlin and hugging FP's serpent jacket, hoping a gentle hand would materialize out of thin air and brush through his tangle of curls.

When suddenly, it's yanked, and he makes a sad sound of dejection, upset because he wants to SNUGGLE and forget that he's but a mere goldfish in this bitch of a world but surprise surprise, lady friends.

Lady friends holding hair brushes and cosmetics, clothes of all kinds, all comforting, mischievous storms.

Jug whines, low in his throat, uses the leathers as shield. The bed shifts under multiple weights, but he can recognize them all- the soft, private gentleness Cheryl secures only for him, now more tender than ever through his curls.

Betty's ginger squeezes around his thigh, Val, feline agility, perfect grace snuggling around him.

Ethel's timid but strong pat on his shoulder, accompanied by Ronnie's playful tickle to his sides, sending him in a shriek that he needed. They're all there, all pieces of his heart that he'll never forget. " wh- what are we doing?"

" Revenge, dear hobo. Revenge. You know the best way to get it?"

" ...Success?"

" yes. And the best way to kill?" When he doesn't responded, Cheryl's eyes thunder. " Beauty."

#jughead jones #basically jughead jones being feminine to flip the bird to toxic masculinity #i love soft jughead to heck with u guys #riverdale #sweet pea #jugpea #chughead #archie andrews #veronica lodge #betty cooper #valerie brown #fangs fogarty #jeronica #bughead #ethel muggs #cheryl blossom #polly cooper #headcanons #writing #ramblings #text post #text #angst #sweet pea fucks up but don't worry the misunderstandings get resolved #fluff

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“Wish I Was Moon”

Hawk x Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: Hi, I love your writing. I was wondering if you could write a Hawk x reader? Maybe using prompts #8 and #11 from you Cobra Kai angst list. Where the reader is insecure and thinks Hawk likes Moon and not her. - Anon

Summary: You wish you were Moon but sadly not all wishes come true. That’s until you find the familiar handwriting of the boy you love...

Words: 1124

You never really got those songs about loving someone who loves someone else. But yet here you were listening to “Heather” by Conan Gray. Except you didn’t wish you were Heather, no you wished you were Moon. You had liked Eli for a long time and when he became Hawk your feelings seemed to double. You had grown to love the confidence that was around him whenever he had that mohawk.

You looked outside you window to see Hawk and Moon. They were flirting tougher and talking right near his bike. Anger grew inside you, rage wanting to pour out. You had been there for him, where was she? Was she there when ever he got bullied? No, but Y/n was.You watched as she waved him goodbye and left. He smirked before going right to his phone.

Hawk: Wanna go check out a movie?

Usually when you would get a text from him you would be ecstatic. Especially if it was one where he wanted to go to the movies, you almost sometimes thought of it as a date. But this time you were feeling different emotions. You were jealous of Moon, why would he even like you if he could have her? 

Y/n: Shure.

What was the worst that could happen if you said yes? You knew one of these days he would forget about you like he did with Demetri. That he would be done with you and drive in the sunset with the Moon. Years ago you would never think this would happen. Guess you should never take anything for granted. 

You were lucky that the bus wasn’t that crowded as you got off waiting for Hawk. You looked at your notifications on your phone to see if your favorite Tumblr Blog had updated. Sadly they had not, so you put your phone away as you waited, and waited, and waited.

You heard the familiar laugh of Moon as you turned around. Standing there was Hawk and Moon flirting. One hand was holding his helmet and the other one was on her shoulder. At that very moment you felt your heart break. Tears formed in your eyes as you watched the couple, wishing you could be Moon.  Hawk waved her goodbye as he walked up to you.

“Hey Y/n! Ready to check out that movie?” He asked as he winked. His smile fell as soon as he saw your face. The tears in your eyes and the deep frown you wore.

“I never stood a chance, did I?” You asked as your hands turned into a fist. You were so done. Done with loving him, down with your self pity. You were so done.

“W-what? What are you talking about Y/n?” He asked all confused as you took deep breaths trying not to break out in sobs in the middle of the street.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” You choked out as the look of horror spread on his face. Little did you know he wanted to come here and ask you out. Moon was just helping him out and besides, she was with Piper.

“You got it all wrong Y/n.” He told you as you pushed past him and began to walk away. You didn’t need him, and you for shure didn’t need his lame excuse. He likes Moon and that was that. There was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You tried not to give him the satisfaction of your tears but you couldn’t stop yourself. He had brought you down to your all time low…

“Y/n?” Your parent asked as they pushed the door open. You looked up at them as you whipped the tears off your face.

“A boy dropped this off for you.” They then handed you a white envelope with your name on the back of it. You knew that handwriting, there was only one person in the world that wrote peoples names like that.

You stared at it for a while, wondering whether or not you should open it. It took a long time for you to figure out what you wanted to do but in the bed you decided to open it. He deserved to be heard no matter how hurt you were.

Dear Y/n,

I hope you’re doing well. Shit that sounds too weird. Um, I hope you’re doing well, you didn’t look to swell when you left. Jesus, am I trying to sound like a freaking 50 year old? Anway I just wanted to tell you the truth. Me and Moon are not dating. You see, the reason I brought you to go see that movie was to tell you I like you. Like, Like you. God that sounds Corny. Anway, just give me a call when you can.

-Hawk

Tears hit the page as you read over the letter once again. You felt so stupid. Why haven’t you seen this earlier? Why did you have to jump to conclusions? Well now was not the time to feel  sorry so you got on your phone and dialed the familiar number. The sounds of it ringing echoed through your room until Hawk picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Hawk, it’s me.” You said into your phone.

“Hey Y/n! Guess you got the letter?”

“Yah I did…”

“How about we meet up near the old skatepark?”

“Ok, see you then.” You hung up before grabbing your bag. The old skatepark was on the southside. It was the worst place in the West Valley because of its numerous gangs. Some gang put a bomb threat so no one ever goes there. Just teengaers who whant to hang out from time to time.

“Hey.” You turned around to see Hawk standing there, hands in his pockets. 

“Hey.” You greeted as the both of you stood in awkward silence. It was never this silent when the two of you were around each other, but the events of yesterday had changed you both.

“I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions!” You apologized, as you said it very fast. He chuckled before coming closer to you.

“It’s ok Y/n.” The both of you stood in silence, wondering who should make the next move.

“Do you wanna go see a movie?” Hawk asked and you laughed. This would be one funny story to tell in the future.

“Shure.” You agreed and the both of you walked towards the movie theater laughing and joking around like you always do. You too were back to your usual, maybe not friends but maybe something more. Guess jealousy had its ways. You made a mental note to apologize and thank Moon later.

#hawk x reader #hawk #hawk x you #hawk cobra kai #hawk imagine #cobra kai #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #moon cobra kai #one shot #fanfic

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Amphibia: Fight at the Museum & Temple Frogs Details

Ok, THIS BATCH IS AWESOME! Holy froggggg I love everything about this, the characters, their interactions, the thai references, the music....ahhhh its all so good~. And of course they put tons of details in the episodes, here's some that I manage to notice! (Spoiler Below!)

Fight at the Museum

Anne's book include "String Theory. The Beginner's Guide" and "Wizards & Wormholes"

"WooHoo queries" website is reference to Yahoo!

Anne's WooHoo's account name is bananner811 (8/11 is matt's birthday)

The wiki page on multiverse is 100% accurate (as of writing this), the only difference is the picture

Toob video include "Amy-Chan apology video", "Top 10 Anime Opening", and a video that look like lofi hip hop video

Monday cat returned as a mug

The cereal they're eating have stars in them (cough cough this season going cosmic cough cough)

During Primthisle Manor's credit scene "Next video will play....you have no choice"

"It only took 3 seasons!" amphibia fan be like

Anne's school work textbook include "Science it is what it is", "History & such", and "ew its math"

The velociraptor(?) statue have feathers :D

Music box leitmotif played when they look at the vase

PINK FROG PINK FROG PINK FROG

Anne being paranoid after being betrayed by like 3 different person

Anne's plan according to her drawing: "1) Break in, 2) Steal Pot, 3) ???, 4) Get back to Amphibia"

Anne pulling out a yellow sweater, possible callback on Anne liking yellow as a kid?

Heist Anne design look similar to one of her beta design

Wanted poster of penguin from wallace and gromit can be seen

Polly using her tongue for the first time!

Cloak-bot drill arm is identical to the one the goggle guy have as his right arm we've seen in season 3A trailer

When Anne challange Cloak-bot to a fight, her theme played

Anne signalling by saying "Ca-caw!" is a callback to New Normal

ANNE LEARNING TO TRUST PEOPLE AGAIN

Music Box's theme played again when Dr. Jan saw the codes

Temple Frogs

Anne's roof is full of tennis balls

The stall include "Pandan (Pardan?) Pudding", Valley Beverage, Nam Kang Sai (Shaved Ice), and fried banana

There's a sign that read: "Today's events Khon dance workshop , Food market court , "Thai for tots" class , intramural sepak takraw"

Anne's stall menu include pad thai, shrimp balls, pad kee mao, eggplant with basil & tofu, rolls, and kao tom mad

One of the peeps in the crowd called Anne "Nong(น้อง) Anne", Nong is roughly translate to younger sibling

Anne calling them "Ba(ป้า)", which translate to aunt

A poster for a club is seen in background "TAKRAW WARRIORS JOIN TODAY!! Call Greg K."

Elephant song lyrics, a thai children song, is seen in whiteboard (If I had a nickel for every time elephant song appeared in DTVA, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. (other show being molly mcgee))

Poster of KhanKluay (ก้านกล้วย) movie can be seen

Poster in background (พยัญชนะไทย) is translate to "Thai Alphabet"

POLLY'S THAI DUB VA CAMEO

One of the kid is wearing mickey mouse shirt

Continuity of HP being interest in drama/theater

Snack that Sprig is eating is translate to "insect"

The artist lady(owner of snake) from Hop til you drop and Adventure in Catsitting return

Cloak-bot code deciphered to "Wat Thai 34.2206 W 118 4147 N", which is where in real life Wat Thai of Los Angeles is located

Another one of cloak-bot code is deciphered to "target located"

Sound effect played when Anne hide her mom is similar to when Frobo show what he is capable of to HP in Friend or Frobo

Anne realizing she sound like a jerk after realizing how the community took care of her parent's, payoff to her character development

You can see the exact moment where Plantar lose their disguise during the fight scene

The thai word in background is an onomatopoeia equivalent of "Bang!"

When the community accepted the Plantar, Anne's theme is played

One of the peeps compliment in Thai that Anne and Plantar that they have good manner

Music box leitmotif is played when Dr. Jan showed the vase

Annnnddd that's Fight at the Museum & Temple Frogs! Both of these episodes are really interesting! We finally got a first clue on how Anne going to return to Amphibia! "Seek the mother olms"? I wonder who or what is it.....

#amphibia #amphibia details #fight at the museum #temple frogs

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LIVE REACTION TO NIGHTMARE TIME EP 1

Idk if anyone would even be interested in reading this but as I was watching the show last night I kept writing down my reactions on my notes so here we are

*this is all in caps idk why just roll with it*

THE OPENING SONG IS SUCH A BOP OMG NICK LANG HIMSELF ?????? MONSTER FUCKER RIGHTS ???? HIDGENS ENTRANCE HOW ICONIC "LUCY IS HAVING NONE OF IT" I LOVE THAT OMG JOEY PLAYING KONK (?) IS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT THE BEGGINING IS JUST TARZAN FANFIC SKSKSKSKS MARIAH IS TEXTING JOHN (?) AND HES LAUGHING SM WE LOVE A COMEDY QUEEN I LOVE THEM USING THE ZOOM BACKGROUNDS SKSKSKS KONK IS AWFULLY CLOSE TO COCK AND I THINK ITS ON PURPOSE ?? SPECIALLY WITH THE LAG I HAD TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE SOMETIMES SKSKSKS SOMEONE JUST SAID "TED'S ORIGIN STORY" ON CHAT AND I LOST IT !!!!! COULD YOU IMAGINE ???? HANDSOME LADY ? I MEAN SURE TIGHT JOHN IS LOSING IT FUCK MAN, SAME CURT OMG THAT ACCENT OOOOOOOOHHHH BOY I KNEW IT WAS HER FIANCEE SHIIIIT WE CANNOT TRUST HIM I KNOW THIS !!! "ENTAGLED" SKSKS WHAT SIR HES GAY CHILL OUT WHATS THE YEAR, IT FEELS SO OLD TIMEY "I'D SAY YOU HAD FEELINGS FOR THIS APEMAN" OOOOOOOHHHH DONT U SAY JONATHAN IS A PUSSY BITCH I CAN TELL LUCY JUST DROP IT OH SHE ACTUALLY DID ????? FUCK IT UP BABE

(I JUST ACIDENTALY DELETE HALF OF WHAT I WROTE SHIT, ILL HAVE TO REWRITE IT FROM MEMORY) WHAT THE FUCK THEY WERE TRICKING US??? THEY CALLED IT, WHAAAAAAAAT WDYM "PLAY THE PROFESSOR" IS HE NOT A PROFESSOR WHAT ALTERNATE REALITY IS THIS I NEED TO KNOW

ARE THEY GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM WHAT??? SINGING LONDON BRIDGE WHILE CHASING SOMEONE IS MY FAV SCARY TROP HAHAHHA YEEEEESSS "TOOK OFF WDYM" GIRL HE IS HOLDING A GUN WHAT DO YOU THINK "WDYM" WHY DID HE KEEP THE KONK ACT AFTER LUCY LEFT SKSKSKSKS TED WTF SKSKSKS "I DO SOME OF MY BEST THINKING WHEN IM ERECT" HAHAHAHA TED LIKES TO BE A HIMBO THATS GREAT IS HE GOING TO KILL TED ?? AAAAAAAHHHHHH TED HE HAS A GUN PLZ DONT TEST HIM HE HAS ALREADY KILLED A MAN OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK RECAST???? WHO IS TAKING TED'S ROLE ????? OH SO ITS NOT OLD TIMEY AFTER ALL RED SOMETHING???? OH TED'S GONNA PROPOSE IS SHE GONNA SAY NO? SHES GONNA SAY NO RIGHT ? FUUUUUUUUCK HAHAHHAHA WHY IS HE NAKED ??? JAHAHHAHA WHAT WHAT IS HAPPENING TED WHAT ? "PROFESSOR SHOULD GO FUCK HIMSELF" HAHAHAHA PORNHUB PREMIUM ACCOUNT HAHAHAH "OOOoooOOoOoOoOoOohhHhhHh BUT IT IS" FUCK NO DONT KILL HER OOOOOOOOOHHHH TED'S DEAD SHIT OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ROBERT'S ACTING IS *CHEF'S KISS* DAMN OH SHIT TED *NOW* TED IS DEAD FUCK HIDGENS IS HERE NOOOOOOOOOOO IS HE GONNA KILL HER ??? OH SHIT OH FUCK LUCY'S CAUGHT IN  A BEAR TRAP WHY ARE PPL SAYING WORKING BOYS IN THE CHAT ??? OH THATS WHY !!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHH MINE IS A LITTLE BEHIND IS SHE BROKE ??????? OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA I KNEW IT HIDGENS GOT PLAYED THATS ON YOU BUDDY OH FUCK HIM UP LUCY ! BECKY BARNES ????? HATCHFIELD LORE ???? WAS SHE RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS HUSBAND IS THAT WHY SHE CLIMBED A TREE APE MAN SHOW UP PLZ WHO IS IT THO ?????? JEFF HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK JESUS CHRIST APE MAN YEEEEAAAHHH WOOLY FOOT ?????? IS IT CHUMBY???? OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH HAHAHA YEEEEAAHHH HOW DID HIDGENS KNOW ????? OH IS IT OVER ?????? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANTED MORE ;-----; THIS WAS SO GOOD THO OOOHHH FUCK ANOTHER MUSIC NUMBER JAMIE YOU LOOK AMAZING !!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR THESE SONGS TO BE AVAILABLR FOR US (IN LIKE 3 YEARS CAUSE IM BROKE SKSKSKSK) HE DANCES THE CAN CAN ?????? OKAY I SKIPPED A BIT TO BE ON TIME WITH EVERYBODY "ARE YOU FUCKKING HIGH????" YEEEEEEEEEAH PART 2 BABEY !!!!! NICK'S HAIR LOOKS AMAZING OMG OH ???????? BILL AND ALICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I MISSED THEM !!!!!!!!! OH THE TEEN ANGST I LOVE BILL SM HE'S SUCH A GOOD DAD DEB ????WHY WOULD U HURT BABY ALICE LIKE THIS ???? "I MIGHT NEVER SEE DEB AGAIN" GOD ALICE CHILL OUT LET HER BE A PLAY WRITER BILL CMON "MY BUDDY PAUL" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH BLINKY ??? I DONT TRUST THAT AT ALL FUCK NO JOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHNNNN I DONT TRUST HES CHARACTER THO OOOOHHH LOVE DISCOUNTS I DIDNT LIKE THE WORKER CALLING HER PRINCESS THO, SHES BILL'S DAUGHTER NOT YOURS OOOOOOHHHHHH NO OH NONONONOONO BILL IS GOING TO DIE I JUST KNOW IT BLINKY IS EVIL I CAN FEEL IT ALICE NO NO LITTERING WHORE JAMES !!!!!!!!!! ALICE IS ALSO GOING TO DIE MAYBE RIGHT NOW WHO KNOWS BLNKY WTF SHE IS A MINOR WTF AAAAAH I DONT LIKE IT HERE JAMES ILY BUT THIS CHARACTER IS CREEPY AS SHIT I DONT LIKE IT HAHAHAH TIGHT LOVE THEME PARK STUPID SHIRTS "I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE FUNNY" HAHAHAHAH DROWSY TOWN ? THE CHAT PULLED MY ATTENTION TO THAT BUT I DONT GET WHY ? IS THIS BAD "I'D FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE" THIS IS SUCH A DAD THING TO SAY OH ALICE CMON DONT SAY THAT BILL CUT IT OUT WITH DECIDING YOUR KIDS FUTURE THATS NOT FUN OH GOD I DONT TRUST THAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO "AHOY BOYS AND GIRLS" NO NONONONONO UNCLE WILEY FUCK OFF THE SNIGGLES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH "WE'RE THE SNIGGLES DONT BE SCARED" YOU KNOW WHAT SNIGGLES I AM SCARED BUT HELL YEAH SONG TIME OOOOOOOHHH FUCK IT UP JAMES OH ARE THEY GONNA LIKE GIVE THE AUDIENCE A SLEEP INDUCING DRUG OR SOMETHING ??????? "DONT BLINK" AHAHAHA I DONT TRUST THAT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH "GREAT WE'RE DEAD" HAHAHAH THE SONG WAS A BOP THO "WHAT ARE THE SNIGGLES?" GREAT QUESTION ALICE "NOW U KNOW HOW I FELT WHEN I HAD TO SEAT THROUGH DEH" HAHHAHAHA "SEE U IN A SNIG" HAHAHA SNIGGLETTE ???U OKAY BBY??? OOOOOOOOHHH MORE SONGS HELL YEAH I LOVE ANGELA'S VOICE SM THE SNIGGLE PUNS ARE KINDA CONFUSING ME NGL WHY WAS THAT SO SAD OMG OOOOOOOH SHIT OH FUCK THEYRE GONNA KILL HER I JUST KNOW IT OMG "PRAISE THE WATCHER" OH MY GOD PLZ DONT KILL HER "UNTIL HE'S SEEN EVERYTHING" W H A T LAUREN'S VOICE SKSKSK SO CUTE PAPA SNIGGLE I DO NOT TRUST YOU THOSE ARE ALIVE ARENT THEY ????? OH FUCK SNIGGLETTE IS SHE OKAY ????????? "ANGELA R U ALRIGYT" WHAT "SHUT UP JEFF" OH MY GOD I DONT LIKE WHEN THEYRE SELF AWARE SKSKSKSK " U CAN SHUT THE HELL UP LAUREN" HAHAHAHA BILL OMG HE'S SUCH A DAD HAHAHAHAH ALICE IS SO NICE DO THEY NOT KNOW "ARON AROOON" HAHHAHA OH CHURROS I LOVE THOSE THE GIRL SHE DOESNT LIKE ?????? OH NON BINARY RIGHTS LOVE IT "IS THIS A FRIEND OF ZIGS" OH LOVE RESPECTFUL DAD DEB NOT COOL OH ALICE SHIT ALICE BBY IF SHES CHEATING ON YOU THATS NOT ON UR DAD STOP SHITTING ON HIM LIKE THIS "ITS UR MOTHERS FAULT" OH MY GOD HAHAHHAHA GREG AND ALISON ? AND BETH ?? DOES BETH LIKE HER ????OH NOOOOOO GREG NO U SHITTY SON OF A BITCH GOD FUCKING PUNCH HIM OH  NO HAHAHA FUCK NO THEYRE ALL POSESSED ARENT THEY THATS THE TEEN FROM THE MOVIE THEATER HAHAHHA "it lagged ;-; now we wait" A MAN IN A HURRY HAHAHAHHA OH SHIT BILL IS MAD IS HE POSESSED TOO ??????? OH SHIT WHATS HAPPENING BLINKY ????????? OH NO OH NO SHES GONNA HAVE A PANIC ATTACK THEYRE GONNA BE FINE RIGTH ??????? RIGHT ???? BREATHING EXERCISES BABY CMON OH NO PLZ DONT DO ANYTHING STUPID BILL NOOOOOOOOOOO BILL PLZ DONT DIE AGAIN I LOVE YOU SM PUT UR SEATBELT BACK ON PLZ NOOOOOOOOO OH THEYRE BOTH GOING TO FALL ARENT THEY OH NO OH MY GOD OH SHIT PHONE IS BROKEN OOPS AWN IM GONNA CRY PLZ LET THEM SURVIVE I BEG YOU NICK LANG OOOOOOOOH TWILIGHT BUT GAY I AM *HERE* FOR IT OOOOOH THANK GOD THEYRE SAFE THANK YOU NICK LANG BILL YOURE SUCH A GOOD DAD OH GOD SHIT ALICE CHILL OUT ITS JUST A PHONE BABE "SHE KNOWS IM WATCHING HER" I DONT TRUST THAT IS *SHE* POSESSED OR IS THIS JUST TEEN ANGST ALICE UR DAD IS TRYING HIS BEST PLZ CUT HIM SOME SLACK OH MARIAH TURNED HER CAMERA OFF OH DEAR GOD WHAT DOES THAT MEAN HAHAH I LOVE LIVE BLOOPS OH MY GOD BLINKY IS TERRIFYING FUCK NO DO NOT GET THAT WIGGLY JUNIOR BILL DONT HOW ??????? OH MARIAH IS BACK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ??????? WHY CANT BILL GET THE MALLET THING DONT TAKE IT YES SMART LAUREN ? SKSKKSS WHAT MADAM IRIS I DO NOT TRUST YOU WHAT ?????? IS THAT ALICE'S PHONE ???? BILL DONT GET SCAMMED OH ITS AN ALL SEEING IPHONE ALICE CHILL PLZ IS HE GONNA DIE ????? PLZ NICK DONT DO THAT ALICE DONT DONT KILL UR DAD 49.95 AGAIN BILL PLZ TRY ANOTHER GAME JAMES DAMN THATS RUTHLESS BILL WHAT AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH IS THAT REAL ???????? IT CANT BE ??????? OH ITS NOT REAL ARE THEY MAKING THEM HATE THEIR FAMILIES AND KILL EACH OTHER ?? A TENDER KISS ON THE CHEEK FROM A DEMON HOW NICE GUYS PLZ JUST GO TO THERAPY I BEG U WHAT ARE U GONNA DO BILL? KICK HER HEAD ??????? (SORRY I HAD TO) BLINKY'S FUNHOUSE THAT SOUNDS WARM AND COMFORTING THIS IS LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF NOT UR SEED FIGHTING IN THE MIRROR PART OF A FUN HOUSE IS ALWAYS A GOOD HORROR MOVIE TROPE OH FUCK ARE THEY GONNA WAKE UP OH FUCK PLZ WAKE UP ESCAPE THIS ALIVE YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH OH SHES GONNA SHOOT HIM ISNT SHE ????? SHES GONNA SHOOT HIM I JUST KNOW IT HES AWAKE SHES NOT IS BLINKY GONNA KILL THEM ?? OOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK I KNEW IT OH HELL YEAH ALICE FUCK IT UP ARE THEY GONNA DROW ?? OH NO OKAY DID THEY SURVIVE ???? IS SHARED TRAUMA GONNA SAVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SKSKSKKS THEY SURVIVED !!!!!!!!! THANK YOU NICK LANG (AGAIN) WAIT HOW DID SHE GET HER PHONE BACK ? OH MADAM IRIS DID GIVE HER PHONE BACK AWWNNNNNNNN ALICE THIS ONE HAD A HAPPY ENDING YAY WELL IG THE OTHER DID TOO BUT NOT FOR THE CHARACTERS WE KNEW

THIS WAS SO GOOD I LOVER STAKID !!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WISHED I WASNT BROKE SO I COULD PAY FOR THE NEXT ONES KSKSKSKSK WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU GUYS TO DO YOUR REACTIONS FOR THE NEXT ONES !!!

I HEARD GREG AND IT WAS CRAIG SKSKKSSK OOPS

*from this part on is reactions from after the show when starkid was answering questions from the chat*

YEEAAH VOTE FOR BIDEN HELL YEAH STARKID

"THE WITCH IN THE WEB" WEBBY ???????? DO WE GET TO SEE HANNAH AGAIN ?????

A THEORY ON TUMBLR FROM REDDIT ON A INSTAGRAM ACC ON YT OH MY GOD SKSKSKSKKS

THE STORIES ARE CANON !!!!!!!!! THEORIES LETS GO GANG

STARKID FANS WHO CAN DONATE TO STARKID PLZ DO I WISH I COULD DONATE TO THESE TALENTED PPL G O D

I WAS CORRECT IT WAS KONK WITH A K

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE YES!!!!!! WORKING BOYS !!!!

"NICK LANG IS A BOSS"

MARIAH: SAYS FUCK AS ALICE ALSO MARIAH: GEEKED THE *FREAKED* OUT

TIP JAR HAS BEEN OUT FOR 11 YEARS HELL YEAH

HOW TF DO YOU SPELL ZIGGS BTW

OOOHHH THEYRE FAKE THAT MAKES SENSE OK NOT FAKE COMFIRMED BUT PROBABLY FAKE LETS HOPE DEB DIDNT ACTUALLY CHEAT

"WELL I WAS BORN IN 1989" HAHAHAHA

BECKY CLIMBED WHILE RUNNING FROM HER HUSBAND I FEEL LIKE THATS WHAT THATS ABOUT

OH GOODIE I GET TO WATCH THEM LATER IDK WHEN BUT AT LEAST IK SOMEDAY

BLINKY VS WIGGLY

OH CMON NICK I WANTED TO KNOW ;-;

THIS WAS SO NICE I MISSED THEM ;-;

#starkid #team starkid #nightmare time #zoom #starkid show #blinky #hatchfield #starkid fandom #live reaction #starkid live reaction

[thequeendesi]

Shit y'all need to acknowledge

Johnny isn't some small "uwu baby"

He's 16 years old

He can hold his own in a fight

He killed someone

He is a minor

He once got beaten by a board and didn't cry

Just bc he expressed remorse for murder, doesn't make him any less of a murderer

"But Des! He was just defending himself and Pony!" That is true, however, it doesn't change the fact that he is one, and you guys need to stop fucking acting like all he does is cry and is a "smol uwu baby". He isn't some stutter-y fool who can't speak up for himself. He stood up to DALLAS. He stood up to the SOCS. He saved CHILDREN. Johnny is so misinterpreted. He's SOFT SPOKEN, He is not DEFENCELESS.

Ponyboy is NOT a cry baby.

He is a 14 year old boy who lost his parents and then saw a DEAD body right in front of him

Ponyboy is a CHILD

Please read that one again

Ponyboy is a child who lost 4 people in less than a year

Who would most likely deal w ptsd.

Ponyboy can also hold his own in a fight.

The reason why pony thinks everyone hates him; HES A KID DUDE. Everyone gets that feeling.

"But Des! He cries a lot in the book :(". You tell me that you wouldn't cry after being an orphan raised by your eldest brother who is under so much stress that you think he hates you, lose your parents in a car crash, near 'bout fucking drown than like 30 minutes later see that person dead right next to you, lose your best friend right in front of your eyes, and then witness someone's suicide. The kid is going through the motions. He can't even remember to keep both of his shoes on, he has a nicotine addiction, and had to go to court to pretty much testify.

Dallas is literally a criminal at like 16ish years old

He fights

Steals

Harasses women

He terrorizes kids

All for the hell of it

He got locked up at 10

He isn't some good guy, he is a TERRIBLE person

"Uh, Des, He gave Johnny and Pony a place to stay when they went on the run, he obviously is a good person." Ok, no. Literally. No. He gave them a temporary place to go while they were on the run for murder. He gave a child a gun. He literally kept trying to get into Cherry's pants after she told him no. That is nOT ok. You guys need to stop glorifying Dallas as this hero who saved the day. Dallas is CANNONLY terrible person; he bullies kids, harasses women, breaks peoples bones for fun, steals and tried to rob a man at gun point. How bad of a kid could you be to get locked up at 10??

Soda is a high school drop out.

And he isnt better than Sandy

He flirted with other chicks

He made inappropriate comments to women

Soda's pretty much only talents are being "pretty" and "good at cars"

He isn't that smart. It's literally canon. And he's also a child at 16.

"But Sandy cheated Des!" In the book, i dont remember where it said Sandy cheated. I know she ran away to Florida. But the whole cheating part i dont really remember that. It's pretty much speculation people made to peg Sandy, a woman only mentioned like ONE or TWO TIMES, a villan. Soda isn't that much better if she even did cheat anyway. Soda regularily called women names, cat call, whistle, flirted. Pretty much was unloyal in different ways. Soda isn't that innocent either.

Steve doesnt fucking hate Ponyboy.

Steve isn't mentioned more than a handful of times anyway

Steve is pretty much described as Soda's best friend, who's gf's name is Evie, and "hates Pony"

He doesn't hate pony.

Coming from the eldest sibling with 5 younger, anyone would get annoyed if their friend's younger sibling would try to tag along everywhere.

He isnt a drop out, and is 16

Another child

Wow

"But Des. Pony literally says Steve hates him." And what i gotta say is; there are 2 sides to every story. Everything you guys say about Steve are pretty much speculation bc you want to villanize someone so bady. Steve is a child/teenager who wants to hang w his best friend and his gf, and his best friends gf without a kid tagging along. And i totally relate. It. Gets. Irritating. Stop villanizing Steve. Hes pretty much the best character.

Two Bit is a 18 year old alcoholic

Who pulls up girl's skirts at movie theaters

Does he even have a gf bc if he did he's definitely a cheater

Twobit is 18 and a jr in hs (wow just like my pos exgf)

He cares about ponyboy and shows it

He blames himself for pony getting sick (even tho that little asshole took a shitton of meds which isnt good)

"But Des! He-" nope. Shut up. TwoBit is a little shit too, he pulled a girls skirt up in public, does that mean him doing a bunch of good shit eliminate him humiliating that girl? Fuck no, he should pay the consequences of his actions. He isn't pure and innocent either, but he isnt a huge fucking dickwad either. He's just insensitive to women's feelings.

DARRY IS 20.

HE IS UNDER A LOT OF STRESS

HE'S BARELY PAYING BILLS

He's worried all the time, Ponyboy sleeping until the middle of the damn night in a fucking lot doesn't make it better.

Should he have slapped him? No. Do i understand on why he did? Yea

I have slapped the shit out of someone for saying something out of line. Ponyboy is a child, he doesnt understand the stress of being an adult, said something, and Dar lost it for a second.

"Darry abused Ponyboy!" No. He didn't. He did not abuse his brother, he provides the necessities, he smacked him ONE TIME. That is not abuse, maybe a small assault, but not abuse. And please refer to the fact, there is pretty much a cake in the fridge everyday that he makes. He works a job roofing houses, he takes care of a brother who dropped out of school and a brother whos going through a quarter life crisis. The man is stressed and tired. But he, of all people, doesn't deserve to be villanized the way y'all are doing. Quit.

"Cherry Valance/Sandy/Sylvia are a bunch of whores who cheated!" Yo, shut the fuck up. Cherry didnt even cheat. She talked to pony and then stopped. She had a reputation to uphold, shes a cheerleader, she has the ideal life. I completely understand on why she stopped, bc in all honesty i would have stopped too if my whole reputation was at stake. I did talk stop talking to a bunch of people bc my reputation and friendships were at stake. Shes also a kid.

Sandy is a teenager who made a mistake/choice if she did cheat. But running away from her problems is something a lot of people do. Ok. I know a lot of people who run away from their problems. Its pretty fucking common.

I DO NOT BLAME SYLVIA FOR CHEATING ON DALLAS. The man is in jail pretty much all of the time, he is bad with communicating his feelings, he's a fucking asshole. He probably cheated on her too, and treated her like shit. Don't villanize Sylvia and treat Dal like some victim of "bad gf syndrome" when they both made mistakes in the relationship.

#des shut up #des vents #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #cherry valance #sylvia the outsiders #sandy the outsiders #steve randle #sodapop winston #darry curtis #two bit curtis #the outsiders

[strange-and-stranger-still]

Act 1 Scene 1: The Tomfoolery Begins With Brunch, Beer, and Mothman

GM: The date is April 1rst 2012.

GM: Everyone is either freaking out about the end of the world in a handful of months or scolding those who do freak out over being so influenceable.

GM: The only people getting really excited about the upcoming Avengers movie are unredeemable nerds. Teenagers are debating whether Hunger Games was an accurate depiction of the books or beginning a very intense Les Mis phase.

GM: Call Me Maybe and Domino are stuck in everyone’s head, but truth be told, you keep hearing Somebody I Used to Know on the radio as you drive along lonely highways, or bob your head along the background music of your local grocery store, or lay in your bed, and remember for a fleeting moment your old friends from your middle school years, the best friends you’ve ever had. You consider finding them again, maybe sending them a message to reconnect - Youtube is not even ten years old yet and Facebook is still in full swing - and then the impulse passes and you go back to your daily life.

GM: And you all received a letter from an old friend inviting you to their play.

GM: And for brunch, because like. Breakfast food is the best food.

GM: This introduction takes place in a café. You are sitting down to have breakfast - or, as Otis called it in his message, brunch - in the restaurant you always went to as a teenager. The red, crackling vinyl chairs, your booth near the bay window with a view on the seaside and its thrumming rhythm of waves crashing, everything is exactly the same and it only helps you feel so different from who you used to be.

McKenna Prettygood, upon arriving: SUPP NERDS!! LONG TIME NO SEE!!

Francis Weissman: McKenna. 

McKenna Prettygood: Hey Frank

McKenna Prettygood: You’re here first?

Francis Weissman: It's Francis.

Rowan Durnin: Well you two haven't changed a bit.

Francis Weissman: I like to be on time, sue me.

Ada Noboa: Hey everyone!

Francis Weissman: Ada! Good to see you

Ada Noboa: This so weird, I literally thought Otis was dead and now he's inviting us to a play?

McKenna Prettygood: He was dead?

Francis Weissman: I...

McKenna Prettygood: I thought Frank was dead

Francis Weissman: Sometimes I wish, yes

Ada Noboa: I mean it’s been so long I thought all of you would be dead by now

McKenna Prettygood: Is Cal dead?

Rowan Durnin: Honestly, yeah probably

Ada Noboa: Wouldn't surprise me

Francis Weissman: I don't think the dead get mail

Francis Weissman: They don't tend to send it either

McKenna Prettygood: “Don't tend to send it either”

McKenna Prettygood: Jesus Christ Frank, this is not some dead old novel

Mrs Knott: Hi, what can I get for you-oh, Francis?

McKenna Prettygood: Who are you?

GM: For a second, it is almost as if you were about to remember something, but you are snapped back into reality when the waitress arrives for your order. You know her too - Mrs. Knott, a bit greyer around the edges, too tired for forty-three, but smiling when she recognizes you anyway.

Mrs Knott: And McKenna. Still as rude as ever then.

Francis Weissman: Hi, Mrs Knott. You look well.

McKenna Prettygood: You weren't so grey before so

McKenna Prettygood: Looking different

Francis Weissman: McKenna!

Mrs Knott: I wish I could say you weren't so rude before.

Mrs Knott: Tragically, I can't :)

Ada Noboa: Stop it, McKenna

McKenna Prettygood: Where is Cal?

Francis Weissman: I'm sorry about her

Ada Noboa: I'm so sorry about her Mrs Knott

Rowan Durnin: Good evening, Mrs Knott. Excuse our friend

Mrs Knott: Aww Ada, Rowan, nice to see you!

Mrs Knott: The usual then?

Ada Noboa: I don't think I even remember what the usual is

Rowan Durnin: No idea what our usual was, but sure

Francis Weissman: You remember our usual?

McKenna Prettygood: Beer

McKenna Prettygood: It was beer

Francis Weissman, ignoring McKenna: I'm a creature of habit. The usual, thanks

Mrs Knott, also ignoring McKenna: Of course! You know how it is in here, things never change.

Mrs Knott: Apart from McKenna's antics.

McKenna Prettygood: Other than people, people get old

Ada Noboa: McKenna, stop it!

Ada Noboa: Just ignore her, Mrs Knott

Ada Noboa: She's probably just hungry

Calypso "Cal" Triggs: No McKenna keep going, keep going!

Francis Weissman: Oh Jesus Christ

McKenna Prettygood: Hi Cal!

Ada Noboa: Cal, you're alive!

Calypso "Cal" Triggs: No I'm a ghost, idiot

Ada Noboa: And even ruder than any of us remember

McKenna Prettygood: That’s cool, wanna tell me about that, Cal?

Mrs Knott: Table for seven then?

Mrs Knott: I guess your little blonde friend will be joining you?

McKenna Prettygood: He's dead, apparently!

Francis Weissman, sighing: I wish the chemo hadn't worked

McKenna Prettygood: You had cancer?

Francis Weissman: Do you have the memory of a goldfish?

McKenna Prettygood: No

Mrs Knott: Uh... Dead. OK. I'll just... Go... To the kitchen then.

Mrs Knott: Pancakes for everyone.

Ada Noboa: Thank you Mrs Knott!!

McKenna Prettygood: Oh, thanks

Francis Weissman: Thank you!

McKenna Prettygood: Did anyone call Otis?

McKenna Prettygood: It's 2012, we can call Otis

Rowan Durnin: Does anyone have his phone number?

Francis Weissman: I don't have his number

McKenna Prettygood: Oh I have this friend...

Ada Noboa: Just google it or something

Mrs Knott: Hi! Coffee with milk for Francis, black for Ada, decaffeinated for McKenna, hot chocolate for Cal and Rowan, and I made tea for your other friend

Francis Weissman: Ah, thank you. They had coffee on the train but I never trust it

McKenna Prettygood: I'm like really sorry to be rude, but I ordered a beer

Ada Noboa: Please don't bring her a beer!

Ada Noboa: We're good with this, thanks!!

Rowan Durnin smiles politely, kind of overwhelmed by everything that's going on.

McKenna rolls dexterity to not-to-subtly switch coffee with Ada, who tries to punch her in retaliation and fails miserably, accidentally knocking over the table instead. Mrs Knott does not look happy.

McKenna Prettygood: Ada, are you drunk?

McKenna Prettygood: I ordered a beer

Ada Noboa: Sorry Mrs Knott!

Rowan rushes to help Ada out.

Ada Noboa: It’s actually McKenna's fault to be fair

Mrs Knott: Come on, you may look like it, but you're not kids anymore.

Francis rolls their eyes and takes two painkillers.

McKenna Prettygood: HOW IS THIS MY FAULT??

Mrs Knott: When is it not?

Calypso "Cal" Triggs: I think Ada's the one who should lay off the beers

McKenna Prettygood: Thanks Cal

McKenna Prettygood: How are y’all doing beer and drugs now?

Ada Noboa: "Doing beer"

McKenna Prettygood: and I can’t even get a beer

Mrs Knott: God, what are you kids even doing back home?

Mrs Knott: I thought we were rid of you all - no offense, Francis and Rowan

Francis Weissman: We'll be out of your hair again soon, this is a short visit

Francis Weissman: Is Otis coming or not?

McKenna Prettygood: Is he alive?

Rowan Durnin: Yes McKenna he is dead. My condolences

Ada Noboa: McKenna stop saying he's dead!

McKenna Prettygood: YOU SAID IT FIRST

Ada Noboa: I didn't say he was dead, I said I THOUGHT he was dead

Francis Weissman: He's not dead. I think

Calypso "Cal" Triggs: Yeah I saw him walking down the street before I got here

McKenna Prettygood: Oh! Is he a ghost?

McKenna Prettygood: Is he like very pale?

McKenna Prettygood: Deadly pale?

Calypso "Cal" Triggs: Yes

Mrs Knott: Otis? Isn't he rehearsing?

Ada Noboa: Oh, do you know where we could find him, Mrs Knott?

Mrs Knott: Of course! I think his family still owns that house down the street, but he is probably at the Theatre right now.

McKenna Prettygood: Hmmm

McKenna Prettygood: Does he sparkle?

Ada Noboa: We should probably go find him at the theater then

Mrs Knott: The Err Playhouse? Of course you have never been there yet.

McKenna Prettygood: Did you forget the name?

McKenna Prettygood: Err?

Mrs Knott: No, it's their name.

McKenna Prettygood: That's a weird name

Mrs Knott: McKenna Prettygood.

McKenna Prettygood: Yes?

Mrs Knott: Van Reichass.

Mrs Knott: No, nothing, I just wanted to call for your order :)

McKenna Prettygood: How do you know my full name?

McKenna Prettygood: I didn't tell you

Francis Weissman: She has a point!

McKenna Prettygood: Thanks Frank

Francis Weissman: Quit calling me Frank, you make me sound like a guy

Calypso "Cal" Triggs: Maybe she's psychic

Ada Noboa, who owns all the brain cells: Maybe we've just lived here for our entire childhoods

Mrs Knott: Anyway, I hear them calling for your order!

Mrs Knott: I'll be back in a minute!

McKenna rolls a perception check on Mrs Knott, somehow, not remembering that she has known that woman since she was a toddler, and starts being suspicious of her. Is she secretly Mothman?

McKenna Prettygood: Miss

McKenna Prettygood: Are you a Mothman?

Mrs Knott: What's a motorman?

McKenna Prettygood: Mothman?

Mrs Knott: I can't keep up with all these new genders now

Rowan just sighs.

Francis Weissman: Is everyone here very stoned?

Rowan Durnin: God I wish

McKenna Prettygood, to Mrs Knott: Are you,,, part moth?

Ada Noboa: I'm starting to get worried about McKenna's mental state

McKenna Prettygood: I’m the same as ever

Ada Noboa: Yeah, that's what worries me

McKenna Prettygood: I'm not the one being suspicious

Mrs Knott: I... I think you should leave now

Mrs Knott: You're disturbing the other customers

Mrs Knott: Do you want your pancakes to go?

McKenna Prettygood, slipping her a hundred dollar bill: We were never here

Mrs Knott takes the money.

McKenna Prettygood: Sorry about the trouble (wink)

Mrs Knott: Honestly, I almost missed you.

Mrs Knott: Goodbye now, please don't come back!

Mrs Knott: And go to the library once in a while!

McKenna Prettygood: Sure!

Ada Noboa: Let's go guys, we gotta check the theater. I'm so sorry about all of this, Mrs Knott

Francis Weissman: Let's go, see Otis, and then get out of here and pretend we don't know each other for another decade

#dnd #the stranger #roleplay #act 1 #act 1 sc 1

[27emailsicantsend]

Beautiful: A Muffy Fic

Author Note: I was requested this fic based off of the song, “Beautiful” by Megan Nicole. I drew some of the fic from the song lyrics and from the music video (both of which you can find on YouTube). This fic takes place in universe post Buffy meeting Rachel. Because I don’t want to rehash all of 3x17 and 3x20, I’ll briefly skim over a lot of it and add scenes to 3x17 and 3x20 to make the song make sense with Muffy in this fic. A good portion of this fic is made up scenes to compliment canon scenes.

TW: I add a small part about Buffy comparing herself to Rachel because of skin color. It’s not meant to be harmful, racist, or anything of a similar nature. It’s brief and slightly vague, because I don’t want it to be the main focus of the story. I more want Buffy’s full comparison of looks to Rachel’s (clothes, make-up, etc.) to be the plot dynamic. Please understand I asked for second opinion’s on this from people who weren’t white to be extra careful with how I approached it. They said they thought I handled it ok. I felt like it was an important message to add, while still being sensitive to people who may struggle with this. I think Buffy/Sofia is wonderful and beautiful and I hope she recognizes that.

Ok, that’s it! Enjoy the fic!

Buffy finally met Rachel. She didn’t understand. Why was Marty so into her? Rachel was mean. She jumped to conclusions about Marty and Buffy before Marty could even say what they were. While some of the things he was accused of were true, she was also saying things that Marty said weren’t true. Maybe.

Buffy couldn’t help but think of the walk they went on together, the costume they did, the race. The race. There was no way Marty didn’t like Buffy. Even when he was fighting with Rachel at the bowling alley, he still came to her rescue. All she wanted was for Marty to admit his feelings for her. She wanted him to find her beautiful. Rachel was so pretty though, with her big doe eyes and small nose. Buffy could never compete with that.

But the way he held her when they walked together after Buffy got dehydrated. The way he made sure they finished the race together, because they were never going to be able to race each other separately. Both of them knew that. What was it going to take for Marty to finally see her the way she sees him?

This was all so stupid. The timing was absolutely off. Buffy wasn’t ready for a relationship and the idea of her and Marty scared her when he tried to date her the first time. She thought she didn’t like him, but maybe she was wrong. Now she feels like maybe there is more. Maybe she feels more. But he’s got Rachel, so maybe it’s obvious he moved on. Maybe.

“Have you talked to him yet?” Cyrus cut off Buffy’s train of thought, making her jump. She had been staring at Marty while he got things out of his locker and talked with his friends for the past two minutes.

“Cyrus! Don’t scare me like that! And what? Talked to who?” Buffy said, playing dumb.

Cyrus didn’t buy it and it was registered in his facial expression. “Buffy, I saw you staring.”

“Oh...” Buffy said, shame settling in.

“Yeah... so did you talk to him?” Cyrus said, perking up.

“No. Maybe it’s better if I disappear off of his radar again for a bit. He’s obviously not into me”.

“Buffy, that’s not true. He so likes you!... See!” Cyrus said as he noticed Marty’s face light up in their direction. Buffy started to feel better seeing how excitedly he was waving his arm back and forth in their direction. A smile began to appear on her face and she raised her hand to wave back. However, just as soon as she raised her hand, she lowered it, and her face dropped again as she watched Rachel run into Marty’s arms. She threw her arms around his neck and he lifted her up off of the ground, her legs kicking behind her.

Cyrus picked up the collar of his shirt and whispered into it, “yikes, abort! Abort!” He then threw his arm around Buffy and quickly turned her around to walk her away.

Marty was right about one thing: this was torture. How was she ever going to get clarity on her feelings- or his- if he kept dating Rachel?

Later, during lunch, Buffy saw Marty and Rachel laughing and eating. Andi, Jonah, and Cyrus were busy talking and hyping up some play Cyrus made for tater theater, but Buffy couldn’t focus on that. Not with Marty and Rachel smiling at each other... daring each other to eat a small bit of salt from their hand... and did Rachel just blow a straw wrapper at Marty which followed with playful nuzzling?

“H-H-Hey guys- I’ve got to go”, Buffy said as she made a clumsy attempt to get up from the table, knocking her milk off her tray.

“You ok, Buffy?” Andi asked, concerned.

“Yeah, you ok? Want me to come with you?” Cyrus chimed in.

“No, I just really need to use the restroom,” Buffy said as she accidentally looked back and Marty and Rachel again. In the time she had taken to stand up, Rachel’s and Marty’s chairs moved closer, with his arm around her.

She nearly tripped trying to swing her leg over the attached bench to the table. Just as she was walking away she faintly heard Cyrus say, “oh...”. It was an understanding “oh”. He had seen the same thing Buffy had.

Buffy dumped her tray quickly and ran towards the nearest restroom, head down. She trapped herself in a stall and used the walls to support her as she caught her breath and held in her tears.

This was so stupid. Crying? Over a boy? A boy she turned down awhile ago? She didn’t even want this with him. Why now? But more importantly, why Rachel? What did Rachel have that she didn’t?

Buffy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her breathing began to slow and she dropped her arms. She creaked the stall door open and peered around. No one was there. She embraced the sink slowly, holding tight to it’s edges. She stared at herself in the mirror. And stared. And stared.

What does she have that I don’t? Buffy thought. She knew she wasn’t supposed to beat herself up or have shame over her body image. Her mom taught her to love herself and the way she looked, but it was hard not to. Personality wise, she and Marty clicked. They loved the same sports, humor, and TV shows. It had to be the way she looked. That’s why he went to Rachel instead of coming back to her.

Buffy began to examine herself. Is it my hair? She thought as she used her hand to tossle her small black curls. My hair has gotten me into trouble before. Rachel can do stuff with hers. I gave myself a bald spot. 

Or maybe it’s the way I dress. Buffy pulled on her shirt and tilted her head. I wear some cute clothes, but mostly sporty gear. Rachel carries purses and shops at outlet malls.

Or is it the fact I don’t wear much make up, if any sometimes? Buffy touched her face and used a finger to try and curl her eyelash up to see what it looked like.

Maybe it’s my skin. I shouldn’t think that, because it’s unfair and wrong, but maybe his family has a problem with girls like me.

Buffy could hardly stand to look at herself in the mirror anymore. She had completely demolished her imagine in a matter of seconds and didn’t want to think about the way she didn’t look or the way Rachel did look anymore. She wasn’t going to be as beautiful as Rachel. She knew it.

The bell rang and Buffy walked moodily back to class, feeling defeated.

She spent the rest of the school day feeling sad, hardly focusing on her school work. She went into a total hibernation mode. Not thinking of anything, really- more that she just wanted to get home and lock herself in her room. And also ice her foot. It was killing her. She had been spending so long focusing on Marty that she completely forgot how bad her foot had been hurting her. When she finally became numb to him, her physical pain returned.

She hobbled outside of class and started to walk towards the stairs. She couldn’t keep walking because the pain was starting to throb, so she sat down.

“Buff-ay!” Marty called out happily.

“Mart-ay,” Buffy said, with much less enthusiasm and more pain in her voice than anything. She faked a small smile as he sat down next to her.

“How’s the foot?” Marty asked, examining it from where he was sitting.

“It’s ok,” Buffy said, rubbing it. It definitely wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Buffy....” Marty said in a warning tone.

“Marty, I will call the doctor. I promise. Today. I swear.”

“Ok, good,” Marty said authoritatively. “Actually, I’m glad I caught you. I’ve been meaning to ask you something”.

“Really?” This peaked Buffy’s interest, but she acted a little too interested and backed off. “I mean, yeah, what’s up?” she asked, trying to seem nonchalant but clearly not pulling it off.

Marty giggled. “I was wondering if you were still planning on coming to the indoor track meet. I really don’t think you should race, but it would be fun to see you there. You could even cheer me on. Since I know you want to see me win,” Marty said with a smirk.

Buffy liked the idea of that, but knew that she wanted it to just be them. She didn’t want to ask straightforward if a “certain someone” was going to be there, so instead she just asked, “is anyone else coming?”

“Well, I did ask Rachel...” Buffy’s face dropped. “But she said she didn’t care much for coming, so it would just be you and me”.

Buffy’s face lit up a little again. She was fine with that.

“Sure,” she said softly. Just as she was saying it, she heard a voice call out behind her, “Martyyyy! We need to go”.

Rachel. Of course.

“Hi Rachel,” Buffy said politely, but slightly grimacing.

Rachel gave Buffy a half smile and then turned towards Marty, “we need to go”.

“Is it time for...”?

“Yes!” Rachel replied excitedly, cheering. “Come on! We don’t want to miss it! It’s supposed to be one of the best movies to date!”

Marty’s face got a huge smile. He quickly turned to Buffy and said, “hey, I’ve got to go. We’ll make plans for the meet tomorrow, ok?” 

Rachel’s face grew suspicious at that last sentence and Buffy said, “yeah, ok”, with obvious pain in her voice.

Marty stood up and he and Rachel walked down the hall with their arms around each other. “Don’t forget to make that call!” Marty yelled over his shoulder.

“Ok...” Buffy said loud, but it turned quiet real quickly as she noticed Marty didn’t hear her at all. He was too busy making jokes and giving Rachel a quick kiss on the cheek to notice her.

Buffy sighed as she stared at her foot. The emotional pain was definitely back.

The next day at school ended up being surprisingly productive. She had a lot of work to do in her classes and every free second she had she was making a play book for the Spikes team. She felt like it was going to be a really good idea on how to help the team win their last game... but also to keep her mind off of Marty. However, she was looking forward to tonight. Finally getting some alone time with him and away from Rachel.

Later that night she was at home, still working on her play book, when she heard her dad yell, “Buffy! They’re here!” 

Marty’s mom came to pick them up for a game. She was a hippie of sorts- she wore shawls, believed in world peace, and made Marty check his horoscope everyday to make sure the universe was in line with him. Buffy couldn’t have loved her more. 

She had already been growing a relationship with her before things went sour with Marty. Buffy got rides from her, played board games with Marty and his family every Sunday night (until things went south, that is), and even helped her make cookies for a bake sale once- Marty wasn’t even home during this! Marty’s mom acted like a second mom for Buffy while her real mom was stationed. Her connection to his mom was clear and unwavering. Buffy missed her a lot during the time she was separated from Marty. She was happy and relieved to see his mom again, who was equally as happy to see Buffy.

Buffy limped her way up the sidewalk and gave a large smile and wave to Marty’s mom. Marty’s mom waved back just as excitedly. Buffy yanked on the back of the tan van door and her smiled dropped immediately. Rachel. She was sitting on the other side of Marty. Luckily, Marty was in the middle so Buffy was a little more comfortable.

Or so she thought.

Marty and Rachel ended up talking and laughing the whole way to the track meet. Buffy would have sat somewhere else, but Marty’s mom was kind of a hoarder (go figure), so all of the other seats were taken by clutter. Buffy watched out the window the whole way, not saying anything to either of the two kids.

At one point, Marty asked if she was ok, but she just brushed it off with an, “yeah, I’m fine” and kept staring out the window. He didn’t seem to notice too much because he and Rachel just went back to joking around. Buffy just wanted to go home, but decided she was already there so she might as well deal with it.

Fifteen minutes later (or what felt like an eternity to Buffy), the van pulled up to the track meet. Buffy hopped out a little too hard and landed on her bad foot wrong. Marty asked if she was ok, but Buffy just played it cool and tried not to limp too much inside.

Marty didn’t believe her and ended up insisting that she just sit with Rachel and his mom while they watched him race in the indoor track arena. She hated this moment. She hated not being able to race. She moved up the bleachers and sat next to Rachel because Marty’s mom was on an end. She hated this seating arrangement.

Rachel turned to Buffy and gave her a vindictive smile. “So, are you dating anyone?”

“No?” Buffy said, extremely annoyed.

“Well, I sure hope you find someone. Marty and I are so happy together. You deserve to be that happy too”. The way she said the entire last sentence was as vindictive as her smile. It had no actual empathy laced anywhere in it.

Marty ran up the bleachers before the track meet started. “Hey, do you have my water bottle, mom? I forgot to grab it”.

“Oh, sure sweety,” Marty’s mom said kindly. She reached in her giant bag made of mismatching fabrics she stitched together and handed him his water bottle.

Marty smiled. “Thanks, mom”.

“Oh, Marty, you look so cute in that uniform. Tell him how cute he looks in his uniform, Buffy,” Rachel said with a mischievous tone.

Both Marty and Buffy gave Rachel weird looks, but Buffy obliged. “You look really cute in that uniform,” Buffy said under her breath, head hunkered down.

Marty didn’t say anything. He just looked around uncomfortably and then said, “ok... I have to go race now. I’ll see both of you later”. He leaned down and gave Rachel an awkward side hug, which she didn’t seem too amused with, and then ran to talk to his coach.

Buffy couldn’t believe Marty had taken Rachel back after how she treated him at the bowling alley. But, she also couldn’t blame him. Rachel was really pretty. Buffy observed Rachel while Rachel cheered Marty on during his first race. Rachel was in overalls with a sunflower t-shirt. She had a gold necklace with an “M” on it that Marty must have given her for some special occasion. She had white tennis shoes on and a braid in her straightened hair. Her make up was done perfectly and naturally.

Buffy looked down at what she was wearing. An over-sized shirt with a band name on it, jean shorts, tennis shoes, and nothing new to the same hair she’s had her whole life. No make-up, no purse, just herself. She couldn’t help to compare. Rachel was beautiful. Buffy started to contemplate stores she could go to to change her look or things she could do to make herself prettier.

She got lost in thought and was shaken out of it when a buzzer sounded. It was the break buzzer for all contestants to get water, use the bathroom, etc. before the second half of the meet. Marty won the first race, and barely got second in the second race. He needed to win at least third place for the next two races to place on the Shadyside score board in the events center. 

Rachel ran over to him and gave him a hug. Spectators weren’t supposed to get on the track, so Buffy silently scoffed to herself as she watched Marty push Rachel off and tell her to go sit back down. Rachel came back upset and a few minutes later Marty showed back up.

“Sorry, Rach, you just can’t be down there. It’s for competitors only,” Marty said as he sat down in the empty seat next to Buffy. Rachel said nothing to him, arms folded with her body turned away from Buffy, obviously annoyed she didn’t get her way.

“How are you enjoying the race so far, Buffy?” he said with a huge grin.

“Good... I mean.. you’re good.. I mean the race is good and great... you’re doing great”, Buffy stammered.

Marty smiled softly at her. “Thanks, Driscoll. You better get that doctor called so I can feel the victory of beating you at a race all over again”.

“In your dreams, Marty,” Buffy said as she playfully punched his arm. “You already know the only reason you’re winning is because I’m not on that track to give you actual competition”. 

They both started giggling and Rachel cut off the giggling with, “Oh Marty, your mom wants the three of us to go to dinner tonight. Kind of a celebratory type thing. You know, for the three of us”. 

Marty gave Rachel a look and said, “well, I think we should invite Buffy. Would you like to join us?” Rachel scowled at this.

Buffy thought that Marty was so sweet to invite her, but by the look on Rachel’s face she knew she was already pushing her limits, so she declined. “I’m sorry, I am still working on that Spikes playbook and I have a ton of homework, but you guys have fun”. Only half of that was true. She didn’t have homework because she got it all done during her productive day of classes, but she couldn’t stand the thought of going to dinner with Rachel so it was best to just lie her way out of this one.

Marty looked hurt. “Oh... ok. Well, some other time then?”

Buffy felt bad so she gave him a small, genuine smile and said, “sure, some other time”.

Rachel looked happy with a tinge of jealousy. Just then, the buzzer rang for the contestants to go back. Marty quickly ran back to the track beneath them. Buffy got carried away in thought again. This time, however, it was more confusion.

Maybe he does like me, Buffy thought. He hardly spoke to Rachel when he came back. And he seemed really upset I wasn’t going to dinner. But he was just being friendly. But what if he wasn’t?

Buffy thought on and off about this until she started getting invested again in cheering on Marty. Marty got third place in the third race. The racers were getting harder to beat and the distances were increasing.

In the fourth and final race, Marty was starting to get drastically behind. He was currently in seventh place and Buffy was worried he was going to accept defeat. Just as he was making his way to the next hurdle, he looked up at... Buffy? Buffy shook her head and blinked in disbelief. It was as if time slowed and the only thing in the room was them making eye contact. He quickly turned his head away and got incredibly fast. He started passing the sixth person, the fifth, the fourth... he was a few strides away from passing the third person but there wasn’t much track left. His legs broke into large strides, practically leaping, and he barely passed the person in third, crossing the finish line in third place- making the register. Marty’s mom, Rachel, and Buffy broke out in applause. Marty grabbed his legs and bent over, catching his breath. He was smiling so much- and Buffy couldn’t tell if that was because he had just won or because of the moment during the race that helped him win.

The next morning at school, Buffy saw Rachel wearing a cross country jersey for the school. Buffy hobbled over to Rachel and said, “I didn’t know you did cross-country. I’ve never seen you on the team”.

Rachel gave Buffy a dirty look and explained, “I don’t. This is Marty’s jersey”. Rachel was talking to Buffy like she was teaching math to an annoying seven-year-old. “He won and I’m his girlfriend so I’m wearing it to celebrate him. It’s what he wanted”.

“Ok, yeah, whatever. Nice talking to you, Rachel,” Buffy said as she walked away, peeved.

Buffy then heard Marty’s voice. She wanted to walk away faster but her boot only let her travel so fast, so unfortunately she heard another fight of theirs.

“Rachel!” Marty said, frustrated. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” Rachel said, innocently.

“Why did you talk to Buffy like that? You keep treating her badly. Can’t you just be her friend?”

At this point, Buffy had finally rounded a corner. She was going to keep walking, but this time her curiosity peaked, so she stayed on the other side of the wall where Marty and Rachel couldn’t see her. Eavesdropping.

“No, Marty. I can’t! She is clearly into you and I don’t want to lose my boyfriend”.

“Rachel, you aren’t going to. And don’t you think that even if I still did like Buffy it would be my choice whether I date her or you?”

“Oh, so you do like Buffy!” Rachel said, her tone now completely defensive.

Marty huffed loudly. “No. I. Don’t. Stop accusing me of that, Rachel. I was making a point. I like you!”

“Then if you like me so much why is she coming to everything now?”

“She came to one thing, Rachel. One. That, in case you’ve forgotten, she was supposed to compete in. She didn’t end up competing because of her hurt foot”.

“That foot is just an act to get you to talk to her”.

“Rachel, you’re being ridiculous! She’s hurt- wait, no, Rachel, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that,” Marty said, begging.

Buffy heard footsteps but couldn’t walk away fast enough so she flattened herself against a wall. Rachel walked right by her and down the other hallway. Buffy breathed a sigh of relief Rachel didn’t see her, heart racing.

Later, between classes, Buffy was trying to walk to her next class she had with Marty. She was panicking on what to say to him, but thankfully her foot started hurting so she sat down to take a rest. She was hoping if she waited long enough she would be late to class and not have to talk to him, giving her more time to think about what she was going to say.

This pipe dream didn’t last long because Marty found her. In short, he basically told Buffy that Rachel broke up with him over her. He insisted to Rachel- and Buffy- that he didn’t like Buffy anymore. But Rachel didn’t believe him. It must have happened during lunch, but Marty seemed to have bounced back really quickly. 

He also explained that he felt like he and Buffy were better off as just friends, because Buffy said so. She couldn’t help but feel like such an idiot for saying that. Karma had officially come back to get her for it.

Buffy spent the next few weeks in active avoidance of Marty and Rachel. Meanwhile, she finally listened to Marty and went to see a doctor. She had a stress fracture and was put in a walking boot. Marty talked to her once about it, thanking her for finally taking care of herself and giving her a hug. He asked if there was anything she needed, but when Buffy insisted she could take care of herself and that he did enough, he stopped talking to her. She was really good at pushing people away. It was all she seemed to know how to do as of late. 

She wasn’t sure he would talk to her again after pushing him away a second time. While it wasn’t as harsh, it was still forward and Marty seemed to get the hint. It wasn’t worth trying right now if she wasn’t even sure how to be friends with him.

The Spikes also won the game with the playbook she had been crafting for so long. Making the plays was a good hobby to keep her mind off of Marty. She was sad to not see him at the game, but understood why.

After this time had passed, Andi’s big party was finally here. It was on a Friday night. The music was loud and there were people everywhere. The Mack house was decorated beautifully with balloons and lights and Buffy was having the time of her life... until she saw Marty. She had classes with him and had seen him in the halls up until this point. She would stare sometimes, but she did her best to give him (and her) space while she figured out her emotions and he recovered from his break-up. Especially if the break-up was because of her, she knew it would just hurt him to keep seeing her.

But, at the party, she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to talk to him so badly, but knew it would only hurt. She was caught staring at Marty again by Cyrus. Cyrus, once again, tried to assure Buffy that he liked her as more than a friend, but Buffy knew differently. Why? Because he said so.

She decided that maybe the timing was off and that maybe it was better they were just friends. She later saw Marty dancing by the food table, the place where they first met. For fun, she rehashed the conversation about eating the live-frog. Marty took well to it and they were having a good time. Until Buffy messed it up. She thought that the bants were probably too flirty and they needed to have a normal conversation. A normal conversation would make them friends and finally allow her to move on from whatever feelings she was having- if they were something more. She was obviously never going to be Rachel. Not as intriguing or as committed to Marty. Not as beautiful. He was over Buffy and she needed to accept that for whatever it was worth.

However, when they tried a normal conversation, it died right after Marty asked, “how was your day?”

“Fine, how was yours?” replied Buffy.

“Fine”.

It wasn’t better. It wasn’t going to get better.

“Never mind. It was a stupid idea,” Buffy said before she ran away from that horrible conversation, fighting back tears. Her chances of even being friends with Marty were lost. She wanted to be more than friends with him and she knew it now. It was so clear to her.

Her jealousy with Rachel, the way he smiled at her, the way he helped her and cared about her, his dimples, his eyes- she wanted to be more with him, but she was too late.

As Buffy was running out the door, she heard someone call her name.

“Buffy!” yelled Marty. She turned around.

He asked if they could try the conversation again. More straight-forward and honest.

Here goes nothing, Buffy thought.

“I like you,” Buffy said. “Like the way you used to like me, but don’t anymore.”

“That was very straight forward, well done.”

“Thanks.”

There was complete silence. Buffy didn’t know what else to say. She came clean and was at a loss of words, but also proud of herself for finally acknowledging her feelings. 

However, the silence bothered her so she panicked and quickly asked Marty, “is it still my turn?”

“No, I’ll go,” he replied gently. “Really?! Now it’s your turn”. Marty seemed pretty enthusiastic she finally liked him, but it probably just boosted his ego so what was the point. Her opportunity was probably lost.

“That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say in case you ever changed you mind”. Defeated, Buffy looked at the ground. She wanted out of there so badly, but something was holding her there. Keeping her body locked in place.

“Buffy,” Marty said as he grabbed one of her arms, his hand sliding down to meet hers. He then grabbed her other hand with his other free one.

What is happening? Buffy thought. Her heart began to race. She felt herself start to clam up. The comfort she felt from Marty’s touched outweighed the panic that was starting to work up in her.

“I’ve never changed my mind,” Marty said, reassuringly.

That’s when something she never saw coming happened. He kissed her. It was as if the kiss made all of her fears and doubts vanish. Everything she worried about with Rachel was gone. He wanted Buffy and always did, but he safeguarded himself by lying. While Buffy was upset he lied, she didn’t let that get to her and ruin the now best night of her life. She understood why he did it and that’s what mattered.

He put his arm around her and she nuzzled into his chest as they walked back into the Mack house. It was where she belonged. That spot in his arms was meant for her and she knew it the moment she was there.

After they walked back in the house, Marty dropped his arm and grabbed her hand again leading her back onto the dance floor. He had a big, cheesy grin on his face and began to dance goofy while holding her hand as a way to coerce her into dancing with him. She rolled her eyes and shook her head laughing at him. He was so funny and she loved everything about him. The way he laughed, the way he never took himself too seriously, they way he banted with her. And he was hers now. They were together. It felt like a miracle.

Buffy relaxed and danced to the rest of the fast song with Marty. He spun her around and they jumped up and down as they sang loudly to the chorus. When the song ended, a slow song came on. Marty stuck out a hand, puffed up his chest, and asked in the most gentleman-like manner he could muster, “Buffy Driscoll, would you give me the honor of having this dance with you?”

Buffy grinned and rolled her eyes again, grabbing his hand. He moved the hand he was holding hers with upright and then put his other hand on the small of her back, quickly pulling her in close. She lightly rested her free arm on his shoulder.

Buffy put her head on his free shoulder and they gently swayed for a bit while he sang the song softly in her ear. This made her heart melt.

Then she heard something that solidified everything. His feelings, her feelings, correcting her doubts, and giving her confidence in herself, in them. It was four words, but it was all she needed to hear.

“You are so beautiful”. She knew he meant on the inside and out. He saw her for everything she was and she felt the same about him. 

She smiled, moving her arm from Marty’s shoulder, around the back of his neck. She was going to hold him as close to her as she could. He was the only one who could break down her wall. He was truly close to her, in every way possible and she couldn’t have wanted anything more than that. They were beautiful.

Requested by: @dancerdramatic14

#Andi Mack #Muffy #buffy driscoll #Marty from the party #Rachel #cyrus goodman #fic #asks #send me asks

[tragedyloved-arc]

and now that im officially on a computer here is my ultimate bullet point thoughts in no necessary order of my Feelings on the uh New Trilogy as a Whole but like mostly in reference to TROS, obviously. u know so we can get this out of the way and i can shut up about it.

i give the movie a C for trying lmao

Like as a movie on its own it’s pretty Bad, like pacing and just story is a mess--it’s Bad.

But it’s not Bad in the way TLJ was bad so I’ll give it the OK.

Things I liked I guess

Should’ve been split into two parts because this actually felt like the continuation I would have wanted 2 years ago, rather than the end of a movie that feels like super disjoined shit shoved into one movie.

Like no joke the scrawl came down and i just was like oh god what at “The Dead Speak! Emperor Palpatine Has Broadcasted A Message”

But then somehow they made me kinda swallow it and I was like “yeah sure fine i GUESS i can believe that Palpatine was manipulating things from the shadows--didnt the EU have him cloned and take Luke as his apprentice? so yeah sure whatever if you want me to go with that for this garbage heap of an explanation sure”

Thanks for giving me an explanation as to why Rey can do so much shit all of a sudden, didn’t realize an entire YEAR had passed.

I’m so happy Leia did her training, I could fucking Cry Dudes, and she TRAINED REY. 

The Rey, Finn, Poe dynamic was good and you can pry that from my cold dead hands.

Rey/Finn/Poe is my ot3 ok, we could have gotten more of it if Rian Johnson wasn’t an idiot.

I liked the little bit of Poe’s backstory but I could also literally Not Care Less about him basically being “Han Solo 2.0” for some reason.

That helmet lady whose name i forgot is Cool. 

So is Deena?? Dea?? Idk the former stormtrooper lady. :)

Finn has the Force ?? whatever??

Lando saved the day AND HE DIDNT DIE 

Really liked that they were bringing in more Sith Lore shit into this and they could have done it even better if you know. this were 2 movies. 

Say what you will about the whole thing with Palpatine, I honestly thought his part was really well done--even if I don’t CARE for it much in terms of how they did it, I think it was pretty good all things considered.

Ben looking like a Solo for Realsies.

Threepio almost made me cry LMAO.

Chewie DID make me cry-- the fuck he LOST EVERYONE.

I could have really liked Rey/Ben. I could have REALLY liked it. The little we got of it in this movie was interesting.

I love Rey so fucking much god, she’s such a sweetheart and I JUST. 

“I did want to take your hand. Ben’s hand.” God what a nice line there if it wasn’t for the fact that like... it doesn’t work.

I both love and hate the Force power usage in this movie.

The little wheelie robot is so fucking cute. I forgot his name. D something right. 

“No, Thank You” “I have a Squeaky Wheel” “Squeaky Wheel Eliminated!” 

What I didn’t like

uhm most of it was boring.

I couldn’t even bring myself to care about the fun fighting scenes and stuff.

It was weird cause a LOT HAPPENS. Things move forward and a lot happens, but it’s not interesting to me because I don’t care anymore.

If anyone knows me well, you’d know i love the old game The Force Unleashed-- but anyone who has played it also knows it has literally the most out of control force powers ever, but Disney was like lol CANON and used those version of Force powers.

Force Lightning Is Not Genetic why DID YOU DO THIS. That’s not just ‘palpatine lol!’ that’s just... a sith power / anger. but apparently im supposed to see that and be like Oh! Palpatine!

Ben’s entire storyline is so stupid. Like I’m not even sure why he decided to ditch being Kylo. like his mom calls out to him for 1 entire second, rey almost ACTUALLY KILLS HIM LMAO and then he’s like Well, I Guess the Power of Love has Healed Me and Now I must Go Be a Good Person

what that’s not a redemption arc

Rey’s struggle with the dark side could have been SO COOL HERE. But ofc it just ends up being a Luke Skywalker parallel.

How Many Times Do I Have to See the RotJ Throne Scene done this is the THIRD TIME GUYS. Palpatine opening up the ...thing and being like “ur friends dont have much time” 

me @ me: did Snoke not do the actual Throne Room Scene just in the previous movie or --?

That’s a Sith Wayfinder--we had a word for this already, it was a holocron!

Everyone treated Threepio like trash more than usual and it wasn’t even in the funny way, just in a mean way.

“You didn’t say my name, but I’m fine!” 

Poe just being like “Well w/e we’ll just wipe your memory nbd you’re not a person or anything.”

I missed him and Artoo bickering. I missed Artoo. 

Finally get to see the Knights of Ren and they do absolutely Nothing with Them

Ben and Rey could have had an interesting dynamic, but it felt forced in the previous film and it felt weird here. like they know each other for all of of 5 minutes and it’s not a well done thing-- like i could have believed it if their interactions wasn’t so short tbh-- and i do mean between TLJ and TROS.

im sorry but like a good portion of the movie theater plus myself laughed when they kissed and then Ben just fucking flopped Like that was Too Fucking Funny

Why do ALL the bodies keep DISAPPEARING 

It’s like no one dies normally these days I guess, everyone just disappears like Obi-Wan or something ??? 

Oh but, REY’S BODY DOESN’T DISAPPEAR BEFORE THE PLOT GETS TO HER LMAO 

like literally he dies within idk seconds. they kiss, he dies.

She’s there on the floor for a bit until he climbs up out of the hole, drags himself to her, and then holds her for a minute until he gives her his life force.

Don’t give me this shit about ‘oh well maybe she wasn’t dead yet??”

Finn, randomly having the Force, feels her die otherwise we wouldn’t get that shot of him staggering. 

Leia’s the only one who apparently doesn’t disappear because of her connection with Ben?? i dont get it with all these bodies going up in smoke.

#star wars spoilers #tbd #raive speaks #this is not like a well thought out analysis just me mentioning a few things here and there because it was Fine #it was and it exists and i saw it and it was... alright.

[soylaprincessa]

ANCHOR DOWN (Pedro Pascal x OC) Chapter Two

With all these Pedro pictures getting ready to go on stage my mind is running wild with ideas for this story! Hnnghhhhnnnn!!!

Here you go...

Chapter One Masterlist

C H A P T E R   T W O

Warnings: swearing

After nine hours full of hard work and another nerve-racking conversation with Grace concerning her work moral, Katie finally found herself in the bar just around the corner with Melissa. She sighed in relief when the bartender placed her favourite drink in front of her- Moscow Mule. Melissa was sticking with Champagne.

They were chatting away animatedly and Katie was able to tell Melissa all about her holiday and how good it felt to be away from everything- the old flat, the coffee shop around the corner where Aidan and her used to have breakfast, theit favourite movie theater... Melissa herself was in a stable relationship and craved for her boyfriend to eventually propose to her, so she was only a partly good companion when it came to bitching about men.

After two drinks, the bar gradually became more crowded and at some point Katie spotted Grace, who she assumed needed to have a couple of drinks as well. She wasn’t alone, though, she entered the bar accompanied by some other young girls from the theatre Katie wasn’t too fond of either. What nearly made her drop her drink to the floor was Pedro Pascal coming in, all smiley and flirtatious like he had been before. He obviously liked being in the company of so many pretty women and Katie couldn’t despise him more.

“Katie,” Melissa’s warning voice managed to soften up the frown on her face, “give him a chance. I heard he’s really nice!”

Katie turned to Melissa and chuckled, “y’know, I bet he’s just like any other guy. Careless and narcissistic.”

Sometimes Katie wondered if her ex-boyfriend had brainwashed her so much she would now hate any male individual on this planet. But then again, men were bastards. It would take a lot to convince her otherwise. The only two men Katie adored would always be her dad and granddad, who were genuinely good persons full stop.

Katie tried her best not to look over at the group too often, but somehow she had to. Her head was magically being turned into their direction. At one point, probably because she had been staring right at him with a furious facial expression, Pedro’s eyes met hers. He smiled at her.

Quickly and embarrassed, Katie looked away, feeling her face burn up instantly. A cold shudder ran down her spine and the goosebumps covering her skin seemed to be very persistent.

“Are you ok?” Melissa inquired when she noticed a change in Katie’s behaviour.

“Yeah, I’m good. I need the loo.”

Not deigning to look at Pedro once more, Katie disappeared in the ladies’ bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she washed her hands and studied her face. She thought she looked alright, but weirdly enough her hands were shaking. Katie blamed in on the alcohol- during her vacation she’d developed what others might call a habit- killing a bottle of red wine each night until the pain was gone.

Now, after two drinks, Katie felt she’d had enough, though. Tipsily, she returned to the main room and nearly bumped into someone, who she sooner than later identified as Pedro.

“Hi again,” he smirked, and Katie swore she could’ve hit him with her handbag for being so fucking charming.

“Hi,” she grumbled, avoiding to look him in the eye. Where was her professionality when she needed it the most? Katie cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders to look more imposing.

“Why don’t you come over and have a drink with us? To forget this morning’s dissension?” The cheeky smile on his lips was all Katie needed to turn him down and prove to her he wasn’t being sincere.

“No, thank you. We don’t want to be a part of your harem.” Katie replied, feeling incredible for being so quick-witted.

“I have the feeling you like to judge people,” Pedro crossed his arms in front of his chest and rose one eyebrow.

“Look, we work together, we don’t have to buddy up. So how about each of us simply returns to their friends?” Katie rose her hands in defence, intending to avoid starting a discussion.

“Fine,” Pedro sighed, “you have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” His hand was quick to brush her shoulder as he turned away. Katie needed a second or two to process what had just happened. She snapped back to the moment and sat back down opposite of Melissa.

“What did he want?” She instantly blurted out through the music.

Katie took a big sip of her drink, “he invited us over for a drink.”

“And you denied because…?”

“Because he’s a dickhead who treats women disrespectful!”

“You don’t know that! Leave him be!”

Somehow, Katie couldn’t. At the same time as feeling a deep repulsion towards Pedro, she was also intrigued. That was why she caught herself looking over at time several times during their stay at the bar, and she would’ve guessed that in 90% her eyes were lingering on her as well.

But that might’ve been the alcohol.

The bloody fucking alcohol that once more made Katie’s head spin and guts turn when she was laying in bed an hour later. She cursed her weak mind for drinking so much on a week night, already knowing what she would feel- and look- like the next morning. Melissa had showed her some random Instagram pictures of Pedro to convince her that he was actually a nice person, so Katie spent the time waiting for the walls to stop spinning with scrolling through his feed. Her drunken brain didn’t absorb any analyse it all very well, but at first glance he seemed a very open-minded, social guy with a healthy self-confidence and even a similar opinions about politics and feminism as herself. Katie decided to give him a chance after all. Maybe she had him wrong. Maybe Melissa was right. Katie promised herself to be her most unbiased, friendly self when she met him at work the next day. Good plan.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x oc #king lear #glenda jackson #broadway #the mandalorian

[tabithacarlisle]

*OFF THE RECORD Pairing: Maxwell x Tabitha (TRR MC) | (Liam x Tabitha & Drake x Liam are mentioned)

Word Count: 4392 (pour yourself a drink and settle in ;)

Warnings: 18+ NS*W, 🍋, marital angst, smut, extramarital affairs, pregnancy, swearing

bonus warning: this is my first fic in a long, long time! It’s probably super messy, but this story has been bouncing around in my head ever since I first read TRR Book 3’s Vegas Fling with Maxwell & it blew my mind!! ;) Glad to finally put it out there in print. 

*OFF THE RECORD PREQUEL  <<< click here!*

*Author’s Note: any time you see text underlined, it’s a link to screenshots from Pixelberry’s Choices TRR scenes, or other chapters referenced from *OTR- click them!! :) Notes: Pixelberry Studios owns these characters, not me! I just have fun playing with them :) Also a short snippet of dialogue quoted from Choices TRR 3 Chapter 16 “What Happens in Vegas...” is used as a flashback. This chapter takes place about 4 months after the Royal Wedding in TRR Book 3 Off The Record (OTR)by Jo (“@tabithacarlisle” :) Maxwell got the Caller ID notification on his iWatch:

‘Tabitha 👑🌸’.

He answered it right away on his cell,“Hey, ‘Your Majesty!’ Glad you called! I was just thinking about calling you, actually, I—“

(Crying, she cut him off) “Oh Maxwell...”::sob:: “Hey-heyhey hey, shhhhh, it’s ok. It’s ok! What’s going on- what happened?”

“I had to reschedule my sonogram appointment that was supposed to be for tomorrow. Bastien called. He said Liam’s one-on-one meetings at the Davos Summit are running late, and he’ll need to stay out there for another week. But, Liam wants us to find out the baby’s sex together, so I’ll just... have to keep waiting! Again! Oh my fucking gawd, Max! He’s always in ‘meetings!’ He’s always gone! I was just looking forward to us sharing that moment together to see our new baby, so much. How could Liam put off such an important milestone for his first child? It’s not fair. No— I shouldn’t say that. I mean,I know —He warned me what I was getting into when I married him, how he’d have to split his loyalties between me and his duties as King. But, Maxwell, I don’t think I’m cut out to be the sole parent while he galavants around the globe all the time! Our first sonogram! Is nothing sacred? For fuck’s-sake?!” Another loud sob escaped her throat. “I’m sorry, I’m hormonal hot-mess right now and more upset by this than I probably should be, but... I could really use a friend to distract me right now. I —“ “Say no more! I’m only a quick jet-ride away. I’ll be there a-sap.” She sniffed on the other end. “Omigod, I don’t know what I did to deserve a best friend like you, Max. Thank you.” Her statement caught Maxwell off guard. He felt his breath catch in his throat & his heart take a small leap in his chest. After that beat, he spoke, “Stop it. You deserve everything good, Tabitha. And, I feel the same about you, too.” ...

Tabitha had cared for Maxwell more than anyone in his had ever cared for him in his whole life, besides his late mother, and the thought of her being sad tugged at his heartstrings like no other. He’d do anything to make her smile and take her pain away

...... Maxwell fast-walked to keep up with Mara as she led him down the long, gilded hallway to the master bedroom doors. Even with his lanky, athletic legs and naturally speedy gait, his hurried strides still kept him about half a pace behind hers. Mara spoke to him over her shoulder, “Between the two of us, OTR? I’m thankful you came, Lord Maxwell. Her Majesty has been holed up in her room all day.” He gave a solemn nod and waited at the door as Mara rapped her knuckles on the frame “Lord Maxwell to see you, your Majesty.”

The sound of urgent steps grew louder before the door opened . Tabitha covered her sob with the back of her hand. “Oh Maxwell!”

They hugged, clinging to each other as if their bodies were buoys in the middle of a vast ocean. Maxwell placed a chaste kiss on her head as she burrowed it into his chest. After a few moments Tabitha pulled away from him long enough to address her bodyguard,

“Thank you, Mara. We’ll be fine.”

Mara gave a curt bow and left the room closing the door behind her. Maxwell gripped her hands to space their bodies apart as to get a better look at her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and Tabitha shuddered as she felt his barely calloused thumb pad wipe them away.

“It has been way too long, Tabz! I’m sorry I’ve gotten so wrapped up in my book tour. And I haven’t seen you since you and Liam announced the news. Look at you!” His eyes shone with emotion as he looked her up and down, seeing the small growing bump underneath her shift dress. “You’re going to be a mom!”

Tabitha’s sobs resumed with a heave in her chest, her hands still holding on to his. She looked down and sighed. “But Liam’s not here.” She let go to dab the corner of her eye with the back of her thumb. “This was supposed to be a big milestone. It was so important to me. It should have been important for him, too! This whole pregnancy, becoming a parent in the next few months, it doesn’t even feel real yet, y’know? I just want to see this baby so badly to prove that to myself, to hear its heartbeat again. And, I wanted this for Liam, too! He needs that affirmation just as much as I do. I want him to feel that this is real. For us. For the family we’re about to create.”

“Psssh. Of course it’s real, Tabitha! Look at me, look. This? Right here? This was always the ‘end game’ for us. Getting Liam to fall in love with you, getting the two of you married and secure your place on throne for Cordonia with an heir, it’s all real! You have no idea how proud of you I am.”

“Really?”

“You know it.” Maxwell clicked his tongue mischievously as he squatted down low, hovering his cupped palms over her belly. He looked up at her with wide, adoring eyes. “May I?”Tabitha smiled softly and nodded, touched by his reverence for her condition.Having permission, he placed both hands down over her stomach and turned his head as he spoke animatedly to it “Hello in there, Little One! Guess what? Gender reveal parties are so basic! Definitely too passé for a future celebrity trend-setter like you!”Tabitha giggled.He looked up to give her a subtle wink, then continued talking to her belly in a more of a whisper, but loud enough for Tabitha to hear him, “You are destined for so. much. more! And your favorite Uncle Maxwell is going to spoil you rotten, no matter what.”

Tabitha put her hands over his as she looked at him with happy tears beginning to well in her eyes, “I can’t wait for that to happen.”Maxwell beamed up at Tabitha and gave her belly an adoring quick kiss before he sprung up from his crouching position to a stand. He began to tear up too, seeing so much emotion stirring in her. There was so much he wanted to say, but now that she was the Queen he felt as if it was no longer his place quite like before, to be so free with his words with her. So instead, he stared intensely into her eyes and beamed at her, wishing to convey all he felt in his heart at that moment through his smile.

“Maxwell,” she began with a tentative shake to her voice “there’s somethi—“ “No, no.” he interrupted, “You asked me to be your distraction from all of this, and I promised I’d come through for you.” “When Maxwell Percival Beaumont makes a promise, he delivers!” Maxwell pulled a small thumb drive out of his pocket. “Ahem. OK, check . this . out. My buddy, Spencer, just gave me some bootleg pre-theatrical releases of ‘John Wick 3,’ ‘Avengers Endgame,’ and ‘The Curse of La Llorna’. Siiiiiick, right?! I’m so stoked! I’ll call the kitchen downstairs for popcorn and drinks, and we’re in business!“ “Ugh, no,” she groaned, turning away and shutting him down, “no action or horror movies tonight. You know how they put me to sleep.” He scoffed in mock disappointments at her, chuckling.”I still don’t get it. How the hell does anyone fall asleep during action movies?! What‘s wrong with you?” Tabitha shrugged, “I told you, without character development or drama to pull me in, it all just becomes too much overstimulation and I just, tune it out. The loud sound effects just start to sound like a white noise machine.” Yawning through her words, she continued, “But, now that you mention it, maybe that’s just what I need to cure my insomnia?” “No, nononono. I did not come all the way from Ramsford to have my bestie fall asleep on me tonight, Tabz!” Rubbing and patting her shoulders and crouching slightly to look directly into her eyes he said, “Here’s what we’re gonna do: I’m going order up sundaes to the room and we’re going to stay up hate-watching trashy reality shows. Whatever it takes for you to have the fun night that you deserve, ok?” She smirked in agreement, “Ice cream & trashy tv? Now you’re speaking my language.” Maxwell triumphantly gave his fist aquick air pump “Yes! I’ll call the kitchen up right now.” ...........

Within moments they were sitting sprawled on the oversized chaise loungers in the adjoining theater room, watching “Real Housewives of Cordonia” on the drop down projection screen and spooning mouthfuls of mutiflavored ice cream sundaes into their mouths. Maxwell had consumed enough wine for the both of them which warmed him plenty afterwards but Tabitha had to abstain. Brrrr!” She shivered “Omigod I’m freezing now!” Maxwell chuckled & shook his head, bouncing up right away to fetch a large plush throw blanket to drape over her with a dramatic flourish. He knew the drill. “Your wish, is my command.” “Thank you!” she gushed, her teeth were still chattering, “You’re so good to me, Maxwell.” “Mind if I stretch out here? I need to put my feet up.” Maxwell found her adorable when she was cold and pouty. “Of course!” He winked and motioned for her to cuddle up against him, “C’mere,” and as she placed her head on his lap he ruffled her hair playfully. In this moment, they were just Tabitha & Maxwell, ‘best friends.’ She was his first real best friend. Isn’t this what all best friends do? “She’s like the sister I never had” he’d tell his other guy friends when they had teased him about her. They didn’t believe him. Was that it though? They were about the same age but he felt an impulse to comfort and guard her from any one or anything that could make her sad. Like an older brother? No, it was much more complex than that. Maxwell draped his arm over Tabitha protectively and she snuggled up against him, her eyes closed for a brief moment, full of contentment. As the night wore on, several episodes later, Maxwell found himself laughing at a commercial and looked down at Tabitha to see why she wasn’t laughing too. She was sound asleep. “Geez, I should have known,” he whispered, “you always fall asleep when you lie down to watch tv,”

Maxwell felt a surge of warm appreciation for how much she still trusted him, after all this time, even after marrying Liam, to let down her guard enough to fall asleep on him. He found her breathtaking when she slept, watching her long lashes flutter softly over her cheeks. Pregnancy suited Tabitha; she was even more radiant than usual, and her hair was long and lush, spread out and falling over both her shoulders and his knees. Her lips were swollen and parted, and as he watched the rise and fall of her body, he fell in a sort of trance watching sleepy breaths escaping softly from her mouth every few seconds. Maxwell felt the urge to touch her. He gently combed his fingers through her hair, tracing over the braided bags that always crowned her forehead, and in doing this he began to recall the bachelorette party, the after party, “a free pass” 

....... ~(flashback to Tabitha and Maxwell lying naked together in The Vegas hotel penthouse suite bed, Maxwell playing with her hair)~

“I’m going to wake up tomorrow and wonder if any of this was real...”

“What happens in Vegas...”

“Can happen anywhere else in the world?”

“Maxwell.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

~...

He remembered that night, the way she made him feel like the luckiest guy on earth. Why me? The future queen of Cordonia could have had any one that night for her ‘last premarital fling,’ sanctioned & blessed by none other than the her future husband, the King of Cordonia himself. And she picked Maxwell Beaumont? He remembered how out of character it was for her to seem nervous talking to him when she had brought it up at the hotel bar at the end of the night. The way she blushed and seemed just slightly and uncharacteristically nervous, she had never smiled at him like that before. He remembered she shivered when he kissed her neck, her collar bone, the swell of her breast, He remembered how she smelled, how she tasted, the soft, beautiful and otherworldly sounds she made as he went down on her on the window seat overlooking the Vegas Strip, how effortlessly he had fit into her, and how easy it had been for them to find their shared rhythm as they came together...

Coming to and snapping out of his flashback, Maxwell audibly whelped as he realized how close Tabitha’s face was to his crotch and his growing erection aching against the fly of his pants. The noise that escaped from the back of his throat caused her to stir, and he cursed himself under his breath for waking Tabitha up. “Err, sorry Sleeping Beauty but I... gotta—‘xcuse me!” he started to get up

Tabitha started to sit up herself, drowsily, with her eyes squinting against the glow of the projection screen in the semi dark room. Her line of vision came into focus onto Maxwell’s lap as he hastily tried to move from under her, and just as suddenly, she became aware of what must have been the source of his need to get away. “Maxwell! Omigod I’m so sorry- what happened?” Was that - was I touching you in my sleep? Liam says I—“ Hearing Liam’s name made his flight response kick into overdrive. This was wrong, this was so, so wrong and he had really fucked up, again. Maxwell blurted out “No! No no, it’s not— I just... had to—“ “Oh gawd” she realized he was leaving to go ‘rub one out’ in the bathroom, and the thought of him doing that had made her surprisingly horny, “Wait, Maxwell...” her hungry eyes begged him, looking him over up and down and resting at his girth. Then she sat up and did that thing Maxwell loved so when she bit the corner of her bottom lip, “You don’t need to take care of that alone. I can help you.” Oh shit. He couldn’t. She was married now. To Liam. King Liam. Maxwell began to really sweat now. fuck, is this really happening? I can’t let her do this I can’t— “No!” He pleaded, unconvincingly “I can just go—mmmphf!” His words of objection were silenced when her lips crashed into his and she them with the tip of her tongue. He lost himself, momentarily suspended in disbelief and letting go, groans escaping into her mouth as his hand moved to cup her jaw. But just as suddenly as the kiss had happened he remembered where they were, who was missing, and he let her go. “No, Tabitha,... what about Liam. You can’t. We can’t” “He’s not here.” she protested, wiping off her mouth. “He won’t be back for days. Bastien said this summit goes on for—” “But” he looked down at her baby-bump, asking his head. “I can’t, I don’t want to hurt the baby” Tabitha laughed “omigod, Maxwell! do you realize how often pregnant women have sex? It’s completely safe, nothing bad will happen to the baby” “...Really?” “Doctor approved. My hormones are raging, I’ve got no more morning sickness so now I’m horny all the time! Which is unfortunate because Liam has been.. distant, and busy.. And you know about, him and Drake, right? The real reason why Drake is always coming along on these international business trips with him?” “I mean yeah, I know... I know what used to go on” he nods, “but, I thought they would have stopped that by now, now that you’re married, I mean?“ “I had thought the same thing, but Mara & Bastien & Liam have placed so many restrictions on my travel. I feel like a princess stuck in a tower! I mean I get why they’re being overprotective, I’m carrying the future heir to the throne. But now that means I can’t be there for Liam when he gets he needs to be fulfilled. Drake is there, I’m not, so... I get it, I do. We’ve talked about it and we have an understanding. But, I get so emotional and lonely now, I just wish.... Liam has needs but, so do I...” she looked up through her lashes at him pleadingly and then back down her thin fingers ghosting over his belt. He gulped. “Yeah, ::pant:: ‘needs’, I know about those...” he could feel his dick stiffening again, aching for her. She kissed her way up Maxwell’s jawline and nipped at his ear, tenderly moaning into it.“Mmhmm.” Maxwell shivered. Tabitha’s hands went straight for his belt buckle. Like Houdini breaking out of a straightjacket she expertly freed his erection. When she pulled down the elastic from his boxer briefs his cock sprung out and bobbed up against his shirt. Tabitha grabbed his shaft and took him into her mouth in one swift motion. Maxwell’s hips instinctively thrust forward and he closed his eyes, grunting “jesusFUCK that’s good. ahhh!-“ he could now feel her canines lightly grazing his skin, her pointed tongue scribbling lines on him, and though his eyes were closed he could feel her smiling with satisfaction at how easy he was to please with each moan of pleasure he made. Maxwell’s hands grabbed her hair to pull her closer as her checks once again hollowed out to take all of him in. It was hard, really hard, for Maxwell to remember to have inhibitions and to mind the Royal protocol with his dick deep in her mouth. He knew he should stop, but then again, if he should stop, why would it feel so natural and so fucking good to be like this with her? “Tabitha...” She let the tip of his shaft roll out of her mouth and rest on her pursed lips while taking the length in one hand and his balls in the other, cupping him while circling the underside of the velvety head with the tip of her tongue. Licking him down and up, she traced the sinewy underside of the shaft, her fingers massaged tight circles on the sensitive spot just underneath his sac. “Nghhnn!” Maxwell saw how the lust in her eyes made her pupils flood them with black, darkening with desire. That look from her made his cock convulse and beads of precum began leaking at the tip. Tabitha moaned with him inside her mouth causing tantalizing vibrations on his member... but Maxwell’s trance was interrupted by a sudden and inconvenient thought invaded his mind. “Wait!”He pulled away from her. Tabitha looked up at him, confused “What?” she pouted. “I can’t cum in your mouth!” he almost whispered motioning to her stomach: “The b—.” Tabitha covered her mouth in horror “shit, you’re right” She blushed furiously.

Tabitha started to get up but her eyes darted to the side as a solution presented itself to her. She looked back at him with a Cheshire Cat grin and raked her fingers up his abdomen to his chest. “Well then, Lord Beaumont,” she purred “it looks like you’re just going to have to cum inside me.” Maxwell opened his mouth to protest, but soon forgot his objections when she came back down to meet his lips again. He smiled against her mouth and deepened the kiss as they raced and fumbled to finish undressing each other. Maxwell’s teeth playfully nipped and sucked at the exposed hollow of her neck and she gasped at the sensation. “Oh god, Tabitha. I want you so bad” he murmured in his soft, husky voice at her ear before he bit at the cartilage. “I need you now, Max.” she gasped. Maxwell’s hands palmed her breasts once he had sprung them from their confines and the heat of arousal blooming from her core at his touch was almost enough to send her over the edge. He lowered his head to take them in his mouth and stopped, his lips agape and his eyes widened, at how she had changed since the last time he had seen her naked. “They’re...so...big now!” A rakish smile crept on his face from ear to ear. He bent his neck again, meaning to tease her by biting her nipple, but it had the opposite effect and Tabitha whimpered. “ahhhAahh! More sensitive now, too!” Maxwell looked up apologetically at her “Sorry! I’ll be gentle.” Taking precious care now to avoid being so rough he swirled slow circles around her nipples with his tongue before taking her breast into his mouth to suck it. She moaned in the way that let him know he was doing it just right now and she could feel him smiling on her again.Tracing the faint raised lines of his hippo tattoo on his chest with deep longing she implored, him “I need you Max, right now.”

“Yes m’am!” He scooped her up into his arms and she squealed with surprised delight as he carried her over to the bed. Maxwell set her down dotingly on the pillows and kissed her again as he maneuvered himself on his knees between her legs. He allowed his shaft to slide against her folds, slick with arousal, rubbing back and forth on her clit. Tabitha grabbed the sheets and arched her back mewling with pleasure. “Now, Maxwell!” He guided himself into her and they connected at last. Tabitha’s ankles wrapped around his hips and he audibly groaned at how good it felt to be inside her again. His hips rolled into her rhythmically and she rose her pelvis up to meet them at his speed. She closed her eyes and reached down to rub her clit, but had made the mistake of forgetting how much Maxwell had liked to be the one in charge. He smirked and playfully slapped her hand away, replacing it with his own. “Nuh-unh, your Majesty, that’s my job.” This dominance in the bedroom was completely different than the dynamic she had with Liam and it was such a turn on. She whelped at the new waves of pleasure that coursed through her now, completely at the mercy of his touch. Grabbing one hand onto his bicep and the other at the nape of his neck, she anchored herself to him. Maxwell lowered himself to crush his lips against hers again, groaning and all the while never losing the tempo of his thrust. Tabitha pulled back to take a sharp breath and he pushed her wrists down to hold them against the bed and as he planked himself above her. Maxwell’s biceps flexed to hover over her just so as to not crush her with his weight. They stared deep into each others eyes, both a deep sapphire blue mirroring each-other’s intensity with pupils ever growing and darkening their depths, “Max- I’m gonna... nnhhh”

Her words came as he felt her walls begin to throb around him, and it set every nerve in his body alight. With ever quickening pace his breaths and hip gyrations intensified. He could sense that familiar feeling of his sac tightening, and from her shallow breathing he knew they were both almost there. Maxwell closed his eyelids as he gave over to the delicious pressure boiling over in him, and they climaxed together, groaning into each other’s necks to muffle their sounds of wanton euphoria

......

He turned over and collapsed sweaty and spent onto the pillow top mattress. There was a smattering of lazy breathless kisses and pets shared between them, but no words of consequence spoken. Staring at the ceiling, Maxwell took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. His mind was wrestling with the two warring impulses. One: get out of bed right away, get dressed and leave. She was not his & he was not hers, that was the standard procedure for all of his other one night stands. The second one was to wrap his arms around her and stay that way till morning in that beautiful postcoital bliss that he had only ever felt with her. Maxwell was relieved when Tabitha made the decision for him, nuzzling her head into the crook of his shoulder and tenderly draping her arms around him. He combed her hair with his fingers, staring at the ceiling until his heavy eyelids began to give way to sleep. They stayed that way for many moments, silent and breathing slowly with their chests rising and falling in alternation. “I love you” he whispered under his breath, meaning only for himself to hear it, just before drifting off. But then, he heard her, murmuring in her sleep, “The... baby... might be yours” Was he dreaming already? She couldn’t have really said that. Tabitha said she was on the pill during the unity tour, surely there was... no way that— but he couldn’t finish the thought before falling into a deep & dreamless sleep

...................

To Be Continued......? <<< click for *OTR Part 2

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[digimonadventuretimelines]

[04 - Tenacious Soul Combo!!]

“So, what’s the plan?” Taisuke asked the other two “I mean, you got a plan right… You can’t expect to us go there and take him out of his home right?”

“I don’t do that!” Kiyoko snorted, her arms crossed “Daichi’s not dumb and even if we do that, he would simply beat us all!”

“I thought you had strength enough to take him down…”

“I can’t use my strength on my own brother! He’s not a bad person! I only fight bullies and meanies!”

“Okay, no brute force” Eiji intervened “He’s not going to like it. I think our approach must be calm. We could invite him to visit the library.”

“Making him go outdoors just to shove him indoors, yeah nice plan Eiji” Taisuke said with a sarcastic tone.

“At least he would take some sunlight on the way.”

“No, that’s not enough!” Kiyoko made an X with her arms “Daichi needs to practice sports, at least some exercise! Like walking in the park or playing soccer.”

“Hey I don’t play soccer and I’m fine!” Taisuke pouted.

“I said soccer because uh dad used to play with us. But now that he’s worldwide famous…”

“He got no time for spending time with you two, am I wrong?” Eiji asked, watching Taisuke clench a fist.

“Well, yeah?” she answered “I mean, when he get free time he plays games and soccer with us.”

“At least that” Taisuke muttered “I have none of it anymore.”

“My father is too busy” Eiji commented “Him being the head of a special cases unit focused on digimon takes almost a good part of his time.”

“We’re the group of children whose have busy daddies” despite the fun wording, Taisuke was being salty about that. Mostly on his side, leaving the other two catching the message and gently switching back to the plan.

“I’ve cooked some plan for that!” Kiyoko snapped her fingers “First, we tell Daichi his and my dad called and said he needs to take a break from his studies. Then, we suggest that he goes to the cinema watch the most recent tokusatsu movie in the theaters with us! Next, we go around the town and buy some snacks!”

“That’s a complex plan” Taisuke blinked.

“It’s well planned I say” Eiji nodded “And isn’t dangerous, so I think it might work.”

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“Ok, everyone’s out” Daichi returned to Daisuke’s office on the Motomiya household after checking it out the surroundings “Natsu, take us to the Digital World again please.”

“Um, you sure?” she asked “I mean, Lupinmon might hunt us down all again if we go… Can’t we go look for a digimon in your world?”

“Actually, there’s not many digimon in the human world… At least today” he took his phone from his pocket “I mean, there’s some digi-event happening today, but… Not sure if we can go.”

“An event?” Ulforce and Natsu frowned.

“Oh that’s right. The release of a new tokusatsu movie, Digimon Rangers . It’s like Super Sentai but now with a good chunk of the population being digimon, there’s shows around to promote the bonds between Human and Digital Worlds.”

“Seems good!” Ulforce eyes were shining with excitement “Imagine… Being a superstar, filming many movies and TV shows, fame and money--”

“I doubt of someone going to watch a movie about you” Natsu rolled her eyes.

“HEY--”

“Please no fights you two. We can go there and see if a digimon would like to be my partner to save my father.”

“Big bro, I’m home~”

“K-Kiyoko!?” Daichi gasped, and then left the office. He met her and the other two boys at the living room “Oh you guys are here too… Hello how you’ve been?”

“Hello, Daichi” Eiji greeted him while Taisuke kept in silence.

“How about we go to the premiere of the new movie, my dearest big brother~” Kiyoko chirped, showing a pamphlet of the said movie to Daichi “I heard it will be good!”

“Funny though, I was thinking about going with a few friends” he replied.

“I knew you would say ‘no’ but-- Wait WHAT!?”

“You guys can go, I will catch you three once I call my friends.”

“Huh, okay then” she answered, glancing at her friends. Taisuke shrugged while Eiji blinked. They left, and Daichi returned to the old office room.

“We got some trouble” Daichi announced after going in and closing the door “Kiyoko and her friends want to go to the event with me.”

“And what’s wrong about that?” Ulforce frowned.

“The problem is… I can’t tell Kiyoko that my dad had become a bad guy and tried to kill us. Or talk about this… Digivice-thing.”

“Hm, right” Natsu nodded “I can switch back to human form, and Ulforce can pretend to be a regular civilian digimon.”

“Do you think it will work…?” Daichi seemed concerned “I still do not know how to… Get partnered with a digimon…”

“Usually there’s a digimon fated to be your partner” Ulforce said “Like your father and his V-mon--”

“Vee. His name is Vee” Natsu punched Ulforce’s head lightly “That’s how everyone call him right now.”

“O-ok…!!”

“Anyway, we need to go” Daichi interrupted them “Natsu can distract Kiyoko and her friends, while I go searching for my partner.”

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The theater’s building was full of humans and digimons waiting for the event, the trio arrived first than Daichi, and they were having difficulties to get their own tickets. The new series had became popular enough to get very high scores, from all audiences. Children, human and digimon, were on a giant line to buy the tickets.

Taisuke was quite of excited for the event when he saw someone familiar with the movie’s staff. The man and the Agumon wearing a bowtie didn’t see him, however the boy dragged Kiyoko and Eiji to the corner.

“No one told my father would’ve been here!”

“I thought you knew that?” Eiji blinked “I think it’s to promote the bonds between human kind and the digimon kind.”

“I don’t like it! Especially this means if he sees me here we might get privileges for that! Also… I’m not here to be used by paparazzis and journalists! Let’s go back, we can watch the movie next time!”

“But!!” Kiyoko pouted “This is a plan! For Daichi!”

“We can do that another day, sorry Kiyoko” Eiji replied. She sighed but nodded.

“Thanks guys” Taisuke smiled and then the trio left with caution, to not get caught by anyone.

Daichi, Natsu and Ulforce were on their way to the theater but something made Natsu stop for a second. The other two glanced at her in silence, and she dragged them to the alley closer to the group.

“What’s wron--”

“Shh, be quiet!”

They saw two Strikedramons pass through them, talking with someone. Daichi never had seen that digimon species before, so it didn’t look like civilians or actors from the session.

“Yes, I’ve heard he will be there. Let the troops know. We’re taking down that human and his partner digimon before he could call for the rest of his ol’ group.”

“What the” Ulforce whispered.

“They’re after someone?” Daichi quietly commented.

“That’s bad…” Natsu gasped “I’m sure they’re after Taichi and Agumon!”

“W-we need to do something!” Ulforce responded.

“Yes, we need to warn him about this” she nodded “Or Ken. He can handle it--”

“There’s no time for that! Let’s assault that digimon right now! Two versus two is easy!”

“No,” Daichi said “Let’s act normally, tell ambassador Yagami and officer Ichijouji later because first we need proofs.”

“Right Daichan.” / “Roger.”

They arrived and saw a giant group of people in line. The staff were trying their best to help every human and digimon, but it wouldn’t be possible attend everyone. The first session of the movie premiere had special guests, including the DigiWorld’s human and digimon ambassadors.

Natsu started reading the digimon’s energy with her special abilities, trying to detect the Strikedramon duo. Due to the number of digimon attendants, she was lost and unable to discover their position on the area. Daichi had to tell the ambassadors, but not without a solid proof to support his accusations.

“Please, stay in line! Sorry, all tickets for today’s sessions are sold out.”

“Aw, I wanted to watch today…”

“Already!?” Daichi gasped “We need to get in… Ah I’ve got it!”

“What is it?” the other two asked.

Daichi dragged Natsu and Ulforce to the back of the building, grabbed his phone and typed something for a while.

“What are you doin’?” Ulforce was clueless.

“Asking backup from a friend. She’s pretty good at hacking and building stuff.”

“You will… hack the system?” Ulforce were completely impressed “Cool!”

“That’s not cool, that’s troublesome!” Natsu however wasn’t happy with it “Your father wouldn’t--”

“If it’s an emergency, he would’ve asked for help” Daichi chuckled “Don’t worry, it won’t go wrong!”

The door suddenly does a ‘click’ noise and Daichi opens is normally. While Natsu wants to question Daichi’s choices, Ulforce is curious about what kind of friend is able to unlock doors without using brute force. They got in and began searching for the suspects, but no clue where they had gone, until…

… The fire alarm rang.

“What’s happening!?” Natsu shouted, as the group saw the audience going out of the room. 

Taichi and Agumon ran to another direction, being chased by the Strikedramon duo. Daichi had no other option but go after them, with Natsu and Ulforce coming behind him.

“Don’t let them escape-- Huh??” Natsu threw a plasma bubble against one of the enemies and they stopped “So so, there’s a group of wannabe heroes here. Brother, go ahead I’ll take care of those two kids and lady” The other Strikedramon nodded and resumed the chase.

“Don’t underestimate me!” Ulforce yelled “I may be a child level but I am invincible!”

“And he’s not alone,” Natsu started to charge another bubble in the palm of her hand “I can fight as well, dummy!”

“Very well… I will delete your data in mere five seconds!” the opponent attacked them with his claws. Natsu blocked it with a shield and Ulforce attacked with his plasma sword. Strikedramon dodged but smirked “Heh not bad child.”

“Hey don’t dodge!” Ulforce shouted, then kept attacking “STOP! MOVING! YOU! JERK!”

“Hahahaha! Take this!” Strikedramon hit him with the tail, then jumped at the blue dragon and struck a blow with the claws “How’s that, shorty!? Ain’t you invincible!?”

“Kh… I won’t… lose… to… you!” Ulforce got up despite the blows he received and used his fury on his plasma sword. 

“Is there anything I can do-- Huh?” Daichi took the digivice from his pocket and its screen was glowing. On screen he read ‘insert digimon’s data please’ in English “What does it mean? Scan… digimon?” he looked away and didn’t know what to do.

“Daichan,” Natsu called his attention while Ulforce kept attacking Strikedramon “He wouldn’t stand for much time…!” 

“Insert… Ulforce’s data?” the boy thought, then he pointed the D-TimeRune’s camera on the back at Ulforce and scanned it. The screen started to light up, accepting the data.

“Evolve him, now!” Natsu ordered.

“R-right…!” Daichi nodded, and browsed thru the features inside the digivice. When he reached ‘evolution’ mode, he read the instructions on screen “Use the screen to scan the back of your hand and using ‘Scan DigiRune’ voice command. Then activate by ‘Load Evolution’ voice command.”

“Hurry up!!” Natsu shouted in panic, now noticing Ulforce had fallen on the ground and Strikedramon was preparing the final blow.

“R-RIGHT!!” Daichi nodded, grabbed the digivice to scan the back of his right hand. 

“Scan… DigiRune!” [ Scan completed]

“Load… Evolution!”

The D-TimeRune then sent a light at Ulforce, covering his body. The light illuminated the place for a while, making Daichi and Natsu blind for a while.

"V-mon evolve! XV-mon!"

The light vanished, revealing an adult level digimon -- XV-mon. Unlike Daisuke’s XV-mon, this one had his blue skin a bit darker. However, the V-Bracelets and the Holy Ring vanished…!?

Ulforce then released the X-Laser from his chest, hitting Strikedramon while the one was off guard. Then, Ulforce grabbed the foe digimon and looked at Daichi.

“Open the Digital Gate! Now!!”

“B-but how!?” Daichi babbled, browsing thru the digivice features all again.

“Leave it to me!” Natsu nodded, and she captured Strikedramon with a plasma bubble “One to go, now we need… Huh did you hear that??”

The sound of police sirens came from outside. Ulforce then returned back to V-mon form, while Daichi heard the police officers’ footsteps and voices.

“We need to go” he said “Because if I stay here I will have to tell officer Ichijouji about my dad and I don’t want to.”

“You sure?” Natsu frowned.

“Let’s go, take us out of here please.”

“Right!” she opened a gate from nowhere and they jumped in.

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“You won’t hurt anyone…” The brave man said, as Greymon was holding the second Strikedramon with his hands “Who are you and why did you attack this place?”

“I don’t owe you anything, human!” the captive roared.

“You have no option. Tell who sent you after me, now.”

“I won’t!”

“Taichi!!” a voice came from the entrance of the room. The other man approached with Stingmon behind him “Are you ok? What happened here?”

“I’m fine, still not that old to fight” despite the humorous tone, Taichi wasn’t smiling “This Strikedramon attacked this theater, There’s another one around so be--”

“Yeah we know” the other said “We found another Strikedramon inside of a pink bubble.”

“Huh…? A pink bubble?” he blinked “Isn’t that…”

“We’re not sure” Stingmon shrugged “It can be any kind of digimon, right Kenchan?”

“There’s no time for that” Taichi glanced from Stingmon to Ken “We need to interrogate those two first.”

“Alright” Ken nodded.

#daichi arc phase 1 #datl text chapter

[pastelgaykid22]

Drama Club

Not edited so expect mistakes

No POV

Not Dating Yet

♡

"No no no. You are all terrible. Let's try it again from the top." Eddie face palms watching his fellow club members stubble around on stage like fish out of water. "Stop, just stop. You're supost to-"

Eddie was cut off by some one loudly opening the door letting it slam against the wall then slam shut. "Sorry, I couldn't find where to go." The male sounding voice echoes off the walls of the big theater.

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns around to face the new student who's running down to the stage. Eddie instantly noticed who it was. I mean he only shared like every class with his since the sixth grade. And it wasn't till the tenth grade that Eddie realized he was in love with this boy who barely knew him. Sure he asked for answers and maybe even a pencil every know and then but besides that they have never even talked. Eddie takes in a deep breath and uses his acting skills to stay calm and pretend like he's never seen the boy. "You're 30 minutes late." Eddie crosses his arms and glairs up at the much taller boy. "Ya know what whatever, what's your name new kid?"

"Richard Tozier, but everyone calls me Richie." The taller boy smiles and hands Eddie a slip of paper.

"I'm Eddie." Eddie quickly scans it and something catches his eye. "So you're doing this to raise your grade?"

Richie nods and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Yea, I kinda fucking suck at classes so they said I could do this to help or some shit."

"Fine, but if I'm letting you do this you have to straighten up. Drop the trashmouth, stand up straight, spit out your gum, and get up on that stage." Eddie quickly grabs a script and pushes it to Richie chest. "Now go." Richie laughs and rolls his eyes and slowly walk on to the stage. "Ok you know what I changed my mind everyone sit down behind me." Everyone cheers and runs to a seat in the audience. "Everyone but you Richard." Richie stops half way down the stairs, that lead off the stage, and sighs turning back around going back on the stage. Eddie smirks and jumps up on the stage. "Now let's see how good you are."

Richie rolls his eyes and drops the script by his feet. "Well what do you wanna see?"

"Can you sing?" Eddie smiles when Richie nods. "Can you dance?"

Richie shrugs. "I don't know. I never tried."

"Can you act?"

Richie throws his hands up and shrugs again. "Again, I never tried."

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. "Ugh you're useless. Well what can you sing?"

Richie tences up and nervously laughs. "Y-you want me to sing now?"

Eddie nods and crosses his arms. "Yea, if you're gonna do this you're gonna have to sing in front of everyone at any time."

Richie sighs and runs his finger threw his hair. "Fine. But can you sing with me."

Eddie smiles and nods. "Of course! Do you know Seasons Of Love?"

"Uh what?"

Eddie glares up at Richie looking dissapoited. "The song, from Rent."

"Oh, yea I love that movie." Richie smiles and Eddie runs over to the piano sitting on stage left. (That means of your standing in the audience it's on the right)

Eddie smiles and silently cracks his nuckles and plays a few notes before looking at Richie. "You ready?"

Richie nods and Eddie starts to play. Richie stands next to him astonished by how well Eddie can play. Eddie stops playing and looks at Richie. "Well you gonna sing or not?"

"Oh shit, yea. Sorry." Richie smiles and watches him play again. The Richie softly starts singing.

"If you wanna pass then you gotta sing louder new kid!"

Richie sighs and sings a bit louder. Eddie blushes as he plays along begining to sing too. Richie sings looking at Eddie smiling. He was really good. I mean you kinda have to be if you're gonna be the leader of the drama club.

The boys finish the first verse and Eddie stops and looks at Richie with a big smile. "You're not to bad Richie. How about you stay after practice a bit."

Richie nods and smiles a bit.

...

"So.. Richard Tozier?" Eddie sits on the top of the piano with a smile as Richie sits in the piano's small bench. "You're grades suck so you come here to get higher scores."

Richie nods playing a few random notes. "Yea and as soon as my grades get back up I'll never have to take to you ever again."

"What? You can't do that? You're amazing!" Eddie blushes and looks away. "It's like you were born to be on stage, like me."

Richie runs his hand through his hair and shrugs. "Yea no, theater deffently isn't my thing. I'm more of a sports guy."

Eddie sighs and adjusts himself on the piano. "But in theatre you get to sing to all those cute girls in the audience."

Richie sighs and rolls his eyes. "No way, all the girls here are sluts and whores." Eddie giggles causing Richie to smile. "I would rather date a guy then one of those bitches."

"Wait really?" Eddie trys to hide a smile but fails.

"Deffently. As long as the person's cute, funny, smart, you know shit like that, I don't care what gender they are."

Eddie's face heats up quickly. "O-oh.." Eddie smiles like an idiot as he trys try not to blush so much.

Richie see Eddie and laughs a bit to himself. This was deffently gonna be a start to a great friendship and maybe even more.

...

"Ok people. Eddie's running a little late so I'll be couching you today, or at least until he shows up." Everyone rolls their eyes and get into the stage. "So, as you all know we are holding auditions for the musical Grease. So if you take a look at this paper-"

"You should totally be Danny Zuko!" A short little nerdy girl with suspenders, glasses, braces, and a small lisp scream from the back of the stage. "And I can be your Sandy Olsson."

Richie smiles and nervously laughs. "Yea, we'll see about that."

Everyone turns to face the back of the auditorium when the door slowly creeks open. "Sorry I'm late."

Richie smiles seeing his best friend but his smile fades when he sees him not smiling. "Uh ok everyone start doing warm up and shit, I'll be right back." Everyone looks at eachother and starts happily talking about auditions. "Is something wrong?"

Eddie looks up at Richie and smiles a bit. "No, I'm fine. It's just weird being late, I mean I am the director of this club so shouldn't I be on time?"

Richie takes Eddie's chin making him look up at him. "Eds come on, you can tell me."

Eddie blushes brightly and pushes Richie's hand away. "Don't call me that. And I'm fine ok? Now let's get on with practice." Eddie smiles and drops his bag by the stage then quickly runs up on to it. "So auditions are tomorrow and we will..."

Eddie's voice fades out as Richie watches from the audience with a dorky smile as Eddie leads the class. Richie he's deffently fallen in love with theater, and he never wanted to leave the stage.

"Richie!" Eddie yells down, snaming the boy out of his thoughts. "Can you play the roll of Danny?"

Richie smiles widely and nods. "Of course!"

Eddie smiles and turns back to the group. "Great. Now girls, there can only be one Sandy. And if you wanna get the chance to be here make sure you show up tomorrow." All the girls begin to whisper and stair at Richie lovingly. I mean he was perfict in every way, and puberty deffently treated him right. Eddie jumps off the stage and stands next to Richie. "All these girls are doing this just so they can kiss you."

Richie's eyes widen and he pulls Eddie aside so no one can hear them. "Wait, so one of these girls has to kiss me?" Richie's heart stops when Eddie nods. "But none of them are even cute."

Eddie giggles and brushes some hair behind his ear. "Well it's gonna have to happen with some one Richie."

...

It was the big night, the night of the play. Richie sits in the back fixing his hair trying to look nice.

Eddie smiles seeing Richie trying to fix everything up. Eddie walks over and pulls Richie's hands down. "Stop it, you look fine."

Richie sighs and looks at Eddie in the mirror. "Yea I know it's just... I'm kinda nervous. And I don't wanna kiss her."

Eddie giggles and lets go of Richie's hand. "Come on Sally isn't that bad." Eddie smiles and looks over at the nerdy girl who's trying to put in contacts and practicing to hide her lisp.

Richie looks over and cringes. "No she's pretty bad."

Eddie lightly slaps Richie's arm. "Richie that's not nice."

"Hey but it's the truth." Richie shrugs and goes back to fixing himself up.

Eddie rolls his eyes and pats Richie's back. "You'll be fine and everything will be great, trust me."

Richie smiles adjusting his glasses, that he refused to take off for the show. "Ok fine, but I'll tell you there is deffently someone else I would much rather be kissing tonight." With that Richie walks off leaving Eddie with pink stained cheeks.

...

Eddie watches from back stage as Richie and Sally perform. Everyone smiles and watches the performance.

Richie smiles and sings, dancing, ect. around the stage with Sally actually having fun with it. Sally lovingly acts along looking at Richie with a big smile. The sceane ends and the crowd cheers loudly. The curtains close to get really ready for the final sceane and song. Richie smiles and looks at Sally nefore running off. Sally grabs Richie's arm and smiles before he can run off. "Ready for the final sceane?"

"I'm sorry but I can't. I'm making a few quick changes. You where great Sally but I'm gonna need your mic and outfit for this last sceane."

Sally's jaw drops and she crosses her arms. "No way. I'm getting that dang kiss."

Richie sighs and quickly kisses Sally's cheek. "There happy?"

Sally squeels and melts almost. "Ok you can have my stuff now."

Richie smiles widely and kisses her cheek again. "Thank you so much Sally."

Eddie watches from the side and slowly walks up to Richie. "What's going on?"

"No time to explain. You know the last song right? And all the lines?"

"Yea of course. Why?"

"Good, well go get ready cause you're gonna the new Sandy."

Eddie face quickly turns blood red. "W-what? No I can't I-"

"You have to Sally isn't felling well and you're the only one that knows all the lines." Richie smiles and lies the best he can.

Eddie sighs and runs off to quickly get ready. Eddie comes back head down blush ing like crazy. Wearing the tightish clothes that actully fit him perfectly, and a small little blond wig. Richie giggles and takes Eddie's hand causing him to blush more. "You remember what I said before?" Eddie nods trying not to die. "You're that person Eds. You're amazing and as the song says, well, you're the one that I want."

Eddie smiles widely and squeezes Richie's hand. "Really?"

Richie nods and kisses Eddie's cheek causing Eddie to almost die. "Of course, now let's do this shit. Together." Richie smiles and tolds there hands up a bit.

Eddie nods and smiles. "Together."

The curtains open and everyone cheers then quickly goes quite when they see Eddie instead of Sally. Eddie bites his lip and quickly grows nervous. Richie smiles and whispers covering the mic so only Eddie can hear. "Some amazing person once told me, 'if you're gonna do this you're gonna have to sing in front of everyone at anytime.'"

Eddie giggles and whispers back. "Hey, I said that."

Richie smiles and nods. "Yea now let's fucking do this."

Eddie smiles and begins to resight Sandy's lines that he had known by heart ever since he was 5. Everyone in the audience laughs when he adds some lines or acts completely like a girl. Richie smiles watching Eddie act out Sandy's part perfectly. After a few lines are said and done the song starts and everyone cheers knowing what's comming. Richie smiles widely adjusting his glasses and begining to sing.

Richie and Eddie dance around the stage singing and just having fun with it, letting there true feelings show cause everyone will just think it's acting. Once the song starts coming close to the end the boys take each others hands and sing the last part before Richie spins Eddie around and dips him, smashing their lips together. The audience cheers giving the boys a standing ovation as they kiss eachother passionately, never wanting this moment to end.

#reddie oneshots #reddie #my stories

[peggyfromtheblockk]

Get to Know the Blogger

Hey! So, I’ve realized aside from a few comments here and there, I haven’t really talked on here at all! This sad thought made me realize it was time to share a lot of unnecessary stuff so maybe you can get a basic--detailed--idea of who I am. So here’s a bunch of word vomit and feel free to come talk to me, I promise I’m a lot nicer than a lot of my answers make me seem lol

Name: You can call me E.

Age: 20

Zodiac sign: Aries

Height: 5’7

Languages spoken: English but I do remember a few random words of Spanish

Nationality & Location: American and Michigan

Work: Currently working in the infant room at a daycare

Favorite fruit: Blueberries

Favorite scent: Lavender, vanilla, or apple

Favorite animal: I really love otters and llamas

Favorite fictional character: Dana Scully of course (though, I do have a soft spot for Stella Gibson)

Favorite candy: KitKat’s but currently I’ll devour almost any chocolate given to me

Favorite holiday: Christmas and Halloween. But probably Halloween more because I love the prep and the actual day, whereas I just really love the prep for Christmas

Favorite season: I really like autumn because my hometown and college towns are so beautiful but I love spring because I love everything coming back to life

Favorite Social Media? Twitter, but like, stan twitter

Favorite thing about where you live? I just love that I have some of my favorite people within literal minutes of me. It’s a really comforting feeling. And we have a fair every year which is gross but entertaining at the same time

Favorite swear word? Probably shit, but fuck and damn do escape quite often

What are you listening to:  As of right now When I Kissed The Teacher from MM2

What Books Are You Reading? I have three books I haven’t finished and haven’t touched in like two months. We, Beaches, and Yes Please

What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? Around 1 in the morning usually

What Makes You Happy? A lot of things, though I don’t always realize that. I’m usually an “It’s the little things” person too. BUT to answer, Gillian and msr never fail to make me happy

What Are You Craving Right Now? I could smash a plate of spaghetti right now

What Is Your Gender? Female (she/her pronouns)

What Is Your Sexuality? Bisexual but I’m definitely like 85% women, 15% men

What’s The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? MAMMA MIA 2 IM SO EXCITED

What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? I’m a sucker for blue eyes

What Do You Wear To Bed? A tee and shorts usually but if I’m in The Mood I’ll wear just a tee (Yes, That Mood)

What Sounds Are Your Favourite? I love the sound of a campfire and babies laughing or babbling literally melts my heart

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Usually, their eyes but I’m drawn to those with a bright genuine smile

What’s something that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Being With My People. They never fail to make me feel warm and fuzzy. Also when I get a cute little note from my favorite professor on an assignment because she is like the light of my life  

What are your hobbies? When I’m not in school I like to read and I’m able to write some. During school, you can find me watching x files, sleeping, or enjoying movies or music

What’s your favorite book? I love anything by Laurie Halse Anderson and really anything in the YA genre

What inspires you? Gillian is really inspiring to me because of all the work she does to help others. Bette Midler too

What’s your favorite place in the whole world? well, ok. So, I love Mackinac Island because it’s so beautiful and peaceful (even with thousands of tourists covering the tiny location) but I also just love when I’m with my people. When I’m with one of My People wherever we are, that’s my favorite place because I’m really happy. Also, I really love my work because nothing exists outside those four walls except the babies I take care of

What do you typically have for breakfast? A big cup of coffee and the occasional bagel or bowl of cereal

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? The first semester of my sophomore year I had this 60-70 page case study due for the end of the term for an education class. For at least a week I would stay up until about 5 am working on it, go to sleep, get up at 7:30 am and do it all over again. That’s been my most stressful and sleep deprived time of my life so far and just looking bad makes me shudder. At least I got a 99% on it

What makes you angry? A lot of things. Let’s not get into that.

What makes you nervous? Uh, everything. But thinking about the real part of my future (bills, working, adulting) really gets me going

Do you wear glasses: Yes and these specific frames fucking suck and my eyes keep getting worse (my doctor told me I’d need surgery before I turned 30, wtf thanks dude)

Do You Have Freckles? Yes and it used to bother me how many I have but thanks to fics that mention Scully’s, I’ve become fond of them

Do You Sing In The Shower? When my family or suitemates aren’t home, then yes I usually belt it all out but usually, I stick to humming

Do You Collect Anything? Postcards and shot glasses. And llama things now too apparently

Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? Pool because it’s clean and I can see the bottom

Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? It depends on the subject or the task but I almost always need some type of constant sound

Do You Save Money Or Spend It? Save it usually but I also tend to spend it all on a big impulse purchase

Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? That’s why I’m here lmao

Do You Have Strange Dreams? Alright so I just started taking Zoloft and before it, my dreams would be weird but like unrealistic-weird, like having-a-bad-trip-weird. But since starting the med, my dreams have become realistically-weird, like sometimes I wake up and question if that all really happened

Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? When I’m at school, yes, but when I’m home I usually just say fuck it because I’ll be back in it at least 8 more times

Do You Like To Read / Write? I love to read (fics, duh) but I do try my hand at writing but I struggle to finish anything and I’m terrified to post any of my work on here

Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? YES and it’s just barely halfway into summer break and I’ve got a huge assignment due the first day back

Do You Get Homesick? Sometimes but I really do love my college life and wouldn’t change it

Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? A mix but because of work, jeans most days

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Sarcasm is my middle name

Do you believe in miracles? Yeah I think so

Do you have any special talents? I don’t think so but I’m good at taking care of kids. Sometimes my supervisor calls me the baby whisperer lol

Do you have any pets? Three cats and a dog and some succulents

Do you have any siblings? A little (half) brother and then technically I have four other half-siblings but they don’t know I exist

Do you believe in the paranormal? Absolutely. A big secret of mine….I actually could, and sometimes still can interact with spirits...Just call me Mrs. Spooky

Do you play any instruments? Nope but somehow I have managed to have a guitar and a keyboard in my possession. I do sing though and was in choir for 7 years

Do you have any crushes? Do celebrities or fictional characters count? If no, then no

Do you have any bad and/or anxious habits? I just have panic attacks a lot lmao and I tend to get really bitchy and mean when I’m anxious which I feel bad about but I can’t stop it

Do you believe in anything enough to fight for it? My right to marry whoever I want and have kids with whoever I want and be in control of my body. There’s probably more but those have been on my mind today

Do you keep a journal? Yeah a few actually but I lose motivation after a little bit and it takes so much to start it over

Do you like your age? Yes and no. I’m an adult which is cool and all but like….most of my friends are old enough to drink and it really pisses me off that I’m 9 months short of legally doing that. I’m super responsible and mature for my age like what will 9 months do to change that? It’s just stupid that I can join the military and go thousands of dollars into debt but I can’t have a glass of wine with my mom at a block party. UGH. American laws  S U C K

Do you like your own name? Yes, I love my name. When I was a kid I hated it, I didn’t get the sentiment of being named after someone. I finally got the sentiment around the time my grandma started getting sick. Now that she’s gone, I know just how blessed I am to carry on the legacy of my full name and try to make her proud.

Do you have any scars? Oh plenty, I’m really clumsy. My most notable is the one on my thumb from a freak childhood accident that nearly cut my entire thumb pad off. What a wild time

Do you have a strong accent? I’m from Michigan so apparently, I have a strong Midwestern accent but I don’t hear it. But anytime I’m on the phone/skyping with my friend from Missouri, she always points it out and laughs

Do you talk to yourself? Probably too much but also not in the way that I think is expected. I’m just constantly talking in my head like a constant tv interview about whatever the fuck I’m thinking about which 99% of the time is msr lol

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: All of the above

Beer or wine or neither: W I N E

When was your blog created: I knew this was the place to find the best gifs and fics and I wanted to be in the fandom more since I’m so new. Also, I wanted to try my hand at fic writing but I continue to lose the motivation or the courage to write/post

Last movie you’ve seen: Hotel Transylvania is pretty much on repeat in my house thanks to my little brother, so most likely it’s that

First job: My first job was customer service/field hand on a blueberry patch but my first legit legal job is/was at a daycare

Pet peeve: The first I can think of is slow walkers because I walk so fast because my legs are like a mile long

The color of your eyes: Green but they used to be giant sky-blue saucers

Night owl/day person: I don’t like getting up before 9 but past midnight I’m a grouch

Tattoos:  None yet, but I have two planned, it’s just a matter of money and timing

Like to cook: Not really but I can cook enough to survive which is typical for college

Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 20 Give the last two lines: “Action: Today I will be kind to myself. Affirmation: This is who I am, and I feel glad to be me” - We

Last Person You Cried In Front Of? I cried while holding a baby at work because my shift is changing so things will be different and also my hormones are really out of whack right now

If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? Any shade of purple

Name One Movie That Made You Cry: Beaches is my go-to crying movie, same goes for Steel Magnolias (what a typical answer, I know)

If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? Cher, Reba, DD, Bette Midler or Straight No Chaser. Reba especially though because she’s going to be near me soon but it's a 21+ event and I’m nine months short of that so I’m really pissed I can’t go

Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? Carve pumpkins but I do a damn good job wrapping too

Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? I loved it even though it made me sick. There’s a park down the street from my campus so if I’m really upset, I’ll go down there and blast my headphones and swing until I forget what’s happening. It’s really therapeutic

Name Something That Relaxes You: I have some relaxing instrumental playlists and I’ll put one of them on, turn on my lavender oil diffuser, and hop in a nice hot shower (and the hot water at college doesn’t run out so I can pretty much be in there for like ever really) or I’ll watch a fav movie that tends to soothe me

Scary movie or happy endings? Happy endings give me life. The fluffier the better

When was the last time you cried? I’m sure I’ve cried today and just don’t remember. There’s literally not a day that goes by that I don’t shed tears but I literally cry so easy (This video or this video will make me cry almost instantly)

Where would you like to visit? I’ve wanted to visit Barcelona and California since I was a kid but in the past 4 years I’ve really wanted to visit New York and Greece

Describe your favorite people in the whole world? I’ll just sum all five of them up with they literally make me feel so warm, happy, and validated. I love them so much I could cry just thinking about them. And don’t get me started with Gillian because I do often cry when I think  about her I just really love her a lot ok

Who would be your ideal partner? Gillian Anderson, Dana Scully, or Fox Mulder of course. No, but I want someone who’s like me morals/humor wise

Most used phrase? Right now I’m really into saying “Yikes” but “god fucking dammit” leaves my mouth A LOT

Most used word? Probably “like” as much as I hate to admit it

Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert 100% except when I’m with My People of course because I feel comfortable with them

Who was your first real crush? I had plenty of crushes during early school years but I think my first real one was on a school employee. Wowza I was head over heels for her and the very obvious knew-it-was-coming heartbreak hurt a lot

How many piercings do you have? Just my first holes in my ears but I’ve been thinking about getting my Helix pierced (upper portion of the ear)

How do you deal with stress? Uhhhh I panic first lol. I tend to listen to music—very specific songs that I know will drown out the anxiety/stress, or sometimes I’ll write what I’m feeling, go for a walk, read an absolute favorite fic in my list, watch x files, or I’ll just scroll through my thousands of pictures of GA lol

How many pillows do you sleep with? Three, sometimes four and then I have four accent pillows when I make my bed. Too many, as I’ve been told by everyone

Have you ever been to the hospital? Been to? Yes, plenty of times. Been in/admitted? No, thankfully

Have you ever met any celebrities? In 2016 I went to a rally for Hillary that Cher was speaking at so like…I was in the same room as her. AND THEN my friend shoved me up to her path as she was leaving and she touched my hand and I literally nearly passed out

Have you ever been in a position of authority? I am always deemed the mom friend so I’ll let you figure out that answer...

Have you ever drank underage? Yeah but nothing crazy. I just really like my wine. The craziest I’ve ever gotten was after I turned in that case study, I chugged half a bottle of wine (on an empty stomach), got bad heartburn, and then went to bed for like 14 hours

Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? Depends on the person, but I’d have to say no unless it’s Gillian/Scully/Stella

Are You A Picky Eater? I say yes, but compared to my brother and my uncle, no

Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Usually yes

Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? Just my momma, but I do see my *gag* father around my hometown every now and again

Are you religious? Not really. I used to go to church a few years back, and then went to another church which ruined a lot of stuff for me and then I went through some tough stuff that made me question, idk

Are you a good liar? I like to think so (I say that as if lying is something I should be proud of), at least to everyone but my mom because I swear I can pull off the best lie ever and she always sees right through me

Are you a clean or messy person? My home life is messy. My room is trashed but the things that are put away are organized. But life at college is completely opposite, my dorm is very clean and organized and I clean it top to bottom every weekend

If you made it this far, thank you for putting up with my crazy long first post, and I’m sorry that I practically vomited my thoughts into a jumbled mess but I wanted to share myself with you! 

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