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Taskmaster s17e06 OUTTAKE

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#Taskmaster s17e06 #john robins #kicked out the Queen fan club #no no no no no no no #alex horne #little alex horne #greg davies #taskmaster #taskmaster s17 #taskmaster uk #tm

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Sincerely, Yours:

bestfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: a movie night, a confession, an offer, your Calvin's bunched up on the floor of your best friend's BMW...and other places | 18+ Only, NSFW | main menu

the song: Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds - all of steve's music

6.6k words

warnings: "inexperienced" reader - in the form of never really making out/receiving none/not great foreplay - masturbating for comfort/ease before sex, SMUT (public - in the back of Steve's car - "caught" by Hopper when you're done, oral, fingering, steve cums in his levi's cause I'm a sucker for doing this to him, what can I say?)

A/N: Once upon a time, I asked for requests, and I failed to fulfill many of them (you may have heard this story before), but this one sat in the drafts for many many months, and then I really chickened out posting it for a long time. Everyone say thanks to @palmtreesx3 - I owe her and the request for the prompt "we're not really just best friends, are we?"(which isn't even used in this, but you get the picture) and The Breakfast Club for this fic 💛

He didn’t hear it at first, over the last remaining popping kernels. 

“What?” He called around a mouthful of the snack he was already dipping into before it was finished. 

In the other room, your attention was strictly on Judd Nelson, but you tried again, with no real power or meaning behind the words. 

“Want me to pause it?”

“No,” he shook his head and rolled his eyes to no one but himself in the kitchen, “Don’t think you need to pause the movie I’ve seen three times…this week.”

“I’d love one, thanks!”

Steve snorted at your response that made no sense, it becoming apparent you weren’t listening to him at all.  He should have known this was his fate after the way you acted when it was showing at The Hawk. You saw it with him, then Robin, then Nancy, and Steve put his foot down when you tried to drag him down there for a fourth time.

Now here he was, dumping the popcorn into a large bowl and watching it again. He didn’t even know what number of views he was on with you, which had him worried about your sanity, ‘cause you had to be watching it without him too. 

Steve snagged two cans of Coke out of the fridge, assuming that’s what you’d love one of, and kicked the door closed with his heel. 

He cradled the popcorn bowl against his side and held each of the cans with one hand and spread fingers, socked feet slipping on the hardwoods when he rounded the corner and saw you again. 

Despite becoming incredibly bored by the movie, he did love watching you watch it, because somehow, it’s as if you’re watching it for the first time every time. 

Your white tube socks were stark against the dark wood of the coffee table, bunching around your ankles that led him to the exposed skin of your calves. Which led to the way your blue skirt fanned over your thighs all nice, then the Queen shirt he got you for your birthday tucked into it, your thumb between your teeth with your eyebrows bunched together. 

His best friend was really fucking pretty. 

He almost said it out loud, which had him flopping onto the couch a little quickly, a little too heavy with his fall. Careless in his aim of the cushion and causing popcorn to spill from the bowl into your lap as his shoulder jostled yours. 

Before he could even say sorry, you were grabbing the popcorn from your lap like it was the bowl, blissfully unaware it wasn’t, all the while making heart eyes at dreamy Bender.

“Thanks,” your appreciation came out heavy around the buttery and salty handful of the snack, the Coke you’d love sitting on the coffee table, already forgotten.

Steve hummed, his amused lips twitched in a losing fight against a smile at your captivated stare fixated on the screen. He suppressed an eye roll at the scene about to happen, as he swiped condensation off the cool metal of the can with his thumb. 

He popped the drink open with a loud hiss, slurping his first sip - a habit you’d normally swat at his chest for - but you were too busy focusing on the words about to leave Judd’s mouth. 

“Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth?”

They sort of just tumbled out of Steve too, while his eyes glanced over the popcorn bowl, searching for a perfectly buttery piece. Which is why he didn’t see that he, your best friend, quoting the scene that has dialogue that got you all hot and bothered more than others, had your entire body freezing. 

Steve tossed the acquired piece into the air, catching it in his mouth before he turned to face your profile. He found you with widened eyes, chest rising and falling a little too quickly, and he grinned. 

“Have you ever been felt up…over the bra…under the blouse…your shoes off, hoping to god your parents don’t walk in?”

He’s simply delighted when he quotes the scene again and your body shifts, toes curling as you arched your neck away from. You kept your eyes on the screen, not giving him the satisfaction of eye contact because of what he was slowly, finally, realizing.

You were totally turned on and he couldn’t wait to tease you about it forever.

Steve leaned in closer, whispering along with the movie, “Over the panties…no bra…blouse unbuttoned…Calvin’s in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night?”

He’s gearing up, about to tease you, make some dumb boy comment about being hot for the school freak, when your quiet, barely a breath response had him pausing. 

“No.”

Did you just say that out loud?!

Your head turned to find Steve blinking at you, creases in his forehead deepening beneath the stray locks of hair that fell forward. 

Looks like you did.

“Ste-”

“What? What do you mean no?”

Your eyes closed when you both spoke at the same time, avoiding his curious stare. Hands roamed to your cheeks to hide your face as your head fell towards your knees. 

As you shook your head no, your response gets muffled into your skirt. “I meant no.”

Steve’s hand nudged at your shoulder, prodding for clarity and for you to sit up. He failed to sound casual when his question came out incredulously.

“No, you’ve never kissed a guy?”

Your hands still covered your face as you fell back against the couch with a groan, “No, I..I have. I just…”

Steve pulled at your hands, his heart racing like it was overtime. All these years, he thought you’d been with all these other guys, his quiet jealousy seething under the surface of his tinged green from envy skin. 

A breath, well, more of a huff really, slipped past your lips as your gaze dropped to the hands holding yours in your lap. “I’ve never really made out with anyone? Just like…a quick kiss or two. I don’t even know, can you even count it as kissing? Over before it starts kind of thing…”

The ramble trailed off, the room silent save for the movie still playing and the giant, loud, big, fat, zero response from Steve. You counted the threads in the carpet, the pieces of popcorn in the bowl as your skin grew hotter and hotter from the reveal he’s left just hanging there until he  finally sputtered out a sorry excuse for one.

“Are you shitting me? We’re like…old.”

It doesn’t come out how he meant it to at all, he’s just shocked. He’s wincing almost immediately as the words reach his ears and brain, he knows how it sounded. He wishes he could take it back when your head whips up, hurt eyes meeting his as you ripped your hands away from him. 

“Yeah, Steve,” you scoffed, jaw pulsing as your voice dripped with sarcasm that tried to cover  the embarrassment, “I’m shitting you. Thought it’d be real funny to trick you into thinking your best friend is a loser who’s barely been kissed even though she’s so old.”

Pieces of popcorn fell from your lap as you stood, not letting yourself wonder where they came from as you stomped around the coffee table and towards his entryway. 

“No, honey, wait-” he stumbled after you, spilling Coke down the front of his shirt as he did, “Shit.”

He patted at his chest like it’d do anything, shirt damp and sticking to his skin as he rounded the corner and found you lacing up your converse and shaking your head. 

“It’s fine, Steve. I’m fine. I just don’t feel like talking about it. I’m gonna go home. Don’t worry about it. Girl stuff.”

“No, please, I didn’t mean-”

His words stopped just as abruptly as your body, when the front door swung open to reveal an out of nowhere downpour. 

Your head fell as you started to ask, and he was already one step ahead of you.

“Can you please-”

“I’ll grab my keys.”

He was tripping up his stairs by the time he finished saying it. When he returned, it was in a clean shirt, jumping from the second to last step as he swirled the keys around his pointer finger. 

The light blue fabric of his new shirt pulled at his shoulders that hunched when your glare remained unwavering despite the apologetic puppy dog eyes he had going for him. 

You understood Steve didn’t mean for the comment to start the hole he was digging, and you knew you weren’t being fair for being so upset. It’s not like it was his fault, it was just your own insecurities manifesting in an anger towards him. 

The nagging feeling of being some sort of freak who’d never made out while even the little twerps who clung to Steve were, while your best friend was Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins High only grew stronger. The thought of Steve thinking you were some sort of weirdo for being old and never making out had something in your gut churning, had a familiar sting behind your eyes forming that you tried your best to ignore. 

When Steve opened his mouth, about to try to make it all better again, you simply turned on your heel and stalked out into the rain. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the way you stomped through it, pretending to not be drowned. 

He quickly rushed behind you and got to the door first and swung it open, to which you rolled your eyes at, but slid in and got comfortable while he closed it for you nonetheless. 

Unsure why he went and changed as he raced around the hood and shot into the driver’s seat, totally soaked through to his skin now. He cranked the heat before swiping fingers over his eyes, a large hand ran through his hair and pushed it back only for it to fall into his eyes again. Steve reached over with wet and shaking fingers at the same time you held yours up, both of you pausing and glancing at the other’s hands. 

Steve was about to cup your fingers between his and blow warm breath onto them, just like he always did, but you ripped your hands down to your lap, and curled your body against the door, like you needed to be as far from him as you could be. 

Your damp forehead touched the cool glass of the window as he sighed, “Please don’t-”

“Just take me home, please?”

The tone in which the words were said has something in his chest breaking. Like you were really fucking sad, embarassed, it was a real plea to just take you home and leave you alone. 

So he wasn’t gonna do that, ‘cause he never was a great listener, so why start now?

He pretends though, he backs out of the driveway and heads in the direction of your apartment. He lets the radio fill the space and he turns the heat down when the air inside the car is heavier and warm despite your cold shoulder. The orange glow of the street lights slanted inside the car in a soothing rhythm as his wheels spun over the pavement until he was coming to the last four way stop before your apartment. 

It unfolds just as he had planned, when he’s still stopped at the deserted intersection, as your breath fogged up the glass when you asked, “Harrington, you planning on leaving the intersection anytime soon?”

His bottom lip wobbled as his teeth continued to press into it, thick fingers rubbing at a scruff dotted jaw as he thought out loud in an attempt to sway you. 

“Well, you see, I could go straight and take you home-” he started. 

“Right. Let’s do that.” You waved your hand towards the direction of the apartment that held the ice cream you were desperate to eat and wallow with while watching Pretty In Pink. 

“Or,” Steve interrupted right back, tapping on the steering wheel with his finger as he did, “I could go to the right. Pull into the diner. Buy you a milkshake and say sorry?”

The thing was, he was gonna go to the right regardless of your answer. He knew once you pulled into the parking lot there was no way you’d not at least go in and get fries and a shake, if not a whole burger. You’d done this dance before, him putting his foot in his mouth was not a new occurrence. 

Your lips twitched, but your arms stayed crossed as he hummed and whispered, “Tough choice…tough choice…”

Shoulders fell in defeat, but your mouth stayed downturned in a forced frown as you grumbled, “And fries.”

Steve smiled, turned on his blinker and nodded. He cleared his throat.

“And fries. Definitely.”

“And none of that you order yourself a vanilla shake and I order strawberry and you drink half of mine because it’s better and eat all the fries shit.”

“Of course,” Steve scoffed, “I would never do that.”

Steve slipped his straw into your shake, pulling the glass across the sticky tabletop as you did the same with his. He tried not to smirk around the straw when you did, dipping a fry in his vanilla he ordered for a reason despite the strawberry being better. 

“Do you think Claire is a prude for never doing anything?”

He shook his head no almost immediately, swiping at stray ice cream from the corner of his mouth with his tongue. 

You fiddled with the straw wrapped between your fingers and narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Would your answer be the same if, say, Eddie was sitting here asking you? Not me, your best friend, who you have sudden pity for?”

He blinked at you and sighed, “I don’t have pity for you.”

“Your mouth and your eyes are telling two different stories Harrington,” you waved a fry at him as you spoke, gesturing to his face with it. 

Your gaze stayed on the fry you were ripping in half, focused on watching it sink into the sweet vanilla as he dared to say, “I just don’t get it.”

“What, that I haven’t done that and I’m so old,” you tried to tease, to move past it. 

But the way you were licking salt off your finger had him wondering if he swiped his own through the salt on the tray and pushed the pad against your lips if they would part like they were now, if he could taste it on your lips if he just leaned forward and-

“No, ‘cause you’re so fucking pretty.” 

He definitely said it out loud that time. 

You blinked at him, cheeks suddenly too warm for the cold and damp Spring that had been surrounding you all day.  

“Ste-”

“And so smart,” he licked his lips, leaning forward, unable to stop now that it was out, “And funny. And…and sweet, you’ve got the biggest heart of anyone I know, I just don’t understand how guys aren’t falling over themselves, unable to do anything but make out with you, or more or-”

“I never said I didn’t do more,” you whispered, ignoring all of his compliments that made your chest feel all tight and sticky and choosing to argue with him instead because that was easier. 

“But you said…if you haven’t made out with anyone…” 

Your body slipped lower against the squeaky seat, embarrassed as you shrugged and Steve felt too hot in the tiny little booth, thinking about all those guys’ hands on you again, and then what you said, what it meant, really clicked. 

“Hold on…how…how’d…you didn’t, build up to it?” He asked softly, eyes bouncing over your face with worry. 

“Steve,” you grabbed for the other shake, and sat up straighter, “We don’t need to talk about this. It’s not import-”

“It’s so important,” he grabbed your hand and squeezed your fingers lightly, “Half the fun is all the build up to it. And,” he swallowed, forehead creasing with deeper worry, “And then it, it doesn’t hurt. ‘Cause tell me if I’m wrong, but if they weren’t making out with you, were they doing anything to make sure you felt good?”

You squirmed in your seat, fingers pushing up against his mindlessly, aimlessly, as you shrugged again. “It’s only hurt a few times. I learned that if I…um, If I got myself ready beforehand, that I was, uh, more comfortable.”

Steve’s fingers let go of yours with the excuse of grabbing a fry, because he was trying not to be a gross guy, but all he could think about was you in your bedroom, with your fingers between your thighs now. Did you play music? What song? Did you have underwear on? What color? With a shirt that your nipples were visibly hard through as you touched yourself and maybe it was his shirt or maybe you said his name or-

“Right,” Steve nodded, “Um, right. And that’s great, lots of people do that for a date, so like if you need or want to beforehand that’s not…that’s great. It just shouldn’t be the only thing, you know? They should be putting in the work, they should be wanting to. And dates! They should watch a movie with you, and dinner and drive around and then kiss so much you feel dizzy and then if you want, more.”

He finished his rambling speech and you smiled softly, unsure of what to say, because you knew he wasn’t wrong, it’s just that they had. 

“They did,” you sighed, “Well, not Paul.”

Steve scowled at the table, “Yeah, well, I’m sure you weren’t missing much. Who wants to yell out Paul?”

“Oh,” you laughed, “And Steve is so much better?”

He looked up at you, your smile sweet and kind and your eyes a little sad, but trying not to be and he wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell you that if it was those lips and that voice saying it, it was better, because how could it not be? Like his name only had the best letters, like it belonged to the best guy in the world, one that belonged to you and no one else. 

But you were swiping at ice cream on your lips and sighing, saying something that made his chest ache instead. 

“They were nice dates. And it’s not like the sex was bad. But,” you looked out the window, eyes tracking the droplets of rain twinged neon from the light hanging above you both, “The kissing till I’m dizzy sounds nice. Is it…is it fun?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispered, admiring the way the red and blue lit up your profile before you turned to face him. 

And then he was saying something before he really thought it through, because god you weren’t just fucking pretty, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever met and no way in hell was he letting anyone treat you the way you’d been ever again. So this was his chance, and he was taking the leap.

“I could…” he blew out a breath and smiled. He sat up straighter, and he searched for some sort of lingering king steve confidence he could latch onto without all the douche as he asked, “I could show you?”

To both of your surprise, you’d said yes, and he paid and you were in the car, driving, and parked somewhere in what felt like seconds. Now your best friend sat across from you, both of you facing the center console, but not daring to do more. 

The rain beat against the roof of the maroon car, each drop a punctuated tick of a nonexistent clock - a meter for how much time was passing without movement, without words. Just both of your breathing filled the space. First exhaling, then desperately inhaling for more air as your chests rose and fell ragged. And then, like in some unspoken agreement only best friends can have, you both started to lean forward cause you just knew. 

Your heart’s thrum threatened to drown out the rain, building and building, screaming to break out of your chest, pounding in your ears while your cheeks grew warm and your stomach dipped as Steve’s tongue slipped out quickly and wetted his lips. 

But then he leaned and his eyes started to close and you giggled, fingers slipping over your lips as his eyelids shot open. 

“Sorry,” you gasped and shook your head and your hands out as you tried to be serious, “Your ‘I’m about to kiss you’ face is real cute, Harrington.”

Tried being the definitive word. 

“Cute?” He groaned, smiling, “Not sexy?”

You leaned in, faster this time, a smile matching his as you shrugged, “It’s nice. Never thought I’d be on the opposite side of it, is all.”

It’s easy to tilt your head and welcome the hand that reached up to cradle your jaw as he softly promised, “Your ‘I’m about to be kissed face’ is really cute too.”

The pad of his thumb brushed over the apple of your cheek in the tenderest touch you’d ever felt, before his fingers curled under your jaw and tilted you gently, slowly, up so his lips were right over yours. 

It felt like he was handling you like the most precious and fragile thing, like a prized possession that he’d only ever hold with care and never let another soul touch. 

His breath fanned over yours, warm and sweet smelling, vanilla and cherry just out of reach for you to taste as you dared to quip back again. “Alright, I’m gonna have to cross reference these lines with other girls you’ve promised to make dizzy, Harrington, cause if that’s the first time you’ve used that, I’m afraid it’s far too smooth…”

Steve’s heart felt like it was trying to claw out of his chest as you laughed, smiling at him when he responded, “And, I think that’s enough out of you.”

Which you couldn’t help but reply back to with, “Yeah? Have some fancy trick to get me to stop talking?”

He laughed, low, muffled and deep in his chest. “A few.”

A sharp inhale slipped past your lips when his nose bumps yours, not realizing how close he’d gotten while you joked back and forth nervously. There wasn’t a protocol on how to let your best show you a proper make out, on how to just dive in and start, you just knew you wanted to. 

Steve’s swallow bobbed his adams apple as the leather beneath you creaked from shifting weight, needing to get closer. And as you did, his eyes found yours, mossy and dark in the low light, the browns and golds washed away in the rain. Their gaze flitted down to your lips, back up to fluttering eyelashes, and then his own eyelids were closing. 

All it took was another breath in, an exhale out, and his lips were on yours. A simple, slow press, holding your top lip between the both of his. Strawberry and vanilla teasing you, and soon he was moving, now bottom lip between his and you got it. Your mouths parted together, lips slotting in a rhythm that came naturally, that clicked. 

Something in your stomach fizzled and crackled like the sparklers you lit every year in his driveway on the fourth as the sigh from his nose hit your cheek. Body warm and sticky in a way that was usually reserved for Summer when his fingers skated over your jaw, up and around your ear, until they were cradling the back of your neck and pulling you closer. His mouth moved with yours in a way that could only be described as frantically graceful - needing more, hurried, hungry, but with the promise and precision of someone who knew what he was doing. It had your stomach dipping, like a freefall, like the greatest and scariest thing you’d ever felt. 

If he’d have opened his eyes, he’d have found you with your hands suspended between your bodies though. Fingers not quite brave enough to reach up and get lost in his hair, but not content to just sit in your lap and do nothing either. 

And if you'd opened your eyes, you’d have found his other hand gripping the center console like he was hanging on for dear life. ‘Cause holy shit was he trying to go slow, but kissing you was like chasing the last few minutes of sunlight in July - sweet and fleeting and magic - something you needed to make last, to soak up every last drop of until you couldn’t any more, not by choice, but because the sun has to set and he has to breathe.

In a shared gasp for air, you parted, but his lips were back on yours immediately, making your stomach swoop even more, like an entire family of butterflies had decided - hey, we live here now and we’re gonna make a ruckus so get used to it.

You didn’t mind. 

Steve’s fingers found yours and without breaking his rhythm, he tugged, guiding them to his shoulders that were practically on your side of the console now, which wasn’t doing something great to his already somersaulting stomach. 

He slowed down as your fingers brushed over and back on the collar of his shirt and his hands cradled both of your cheeks, pulling you off of his lips regretfully. You were both breathing like you’d run a marathon, his forehead pressed to yours as he gasped out, “Dizzy yet?”

“No,” you lied. 

He grinned, tip of his nose tracing the bridge of yours as he admitted, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you like that.”

You couldn’t even respond, couldn’t tell him you wanted that too, couldn’t tell him that it was something you only dared let a daydream or two convince you it could happen before you were shutting it down, cause he was still talking. 

“And now that I have,” he swallowed, his thumbs glided down opposite sides of your neck as he shook his head, “I’m never stopping.”

Then he was kissing you again, and if you thought he was frantic before…

You had this feeling that even if those other guys had made out with you, kissing them wasn’t and never would be the same as kissing Steve Harrington. 

Soon one of your feet was on the seat, the other bracing yourself in the footwell. He had a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck and yours were finally starting to dare to journey past their spot on his shoulders and then your skirt was caught on the gearshift and he was stopping you again. 

“Honey, what are you doing?”

“So was that ‘never stopping’ just a nice sentiment or are you planning to back it up with action?” You huffed, distracted by pink lips that twisted into a crooked smile as he looked at your pretzeled body. 

Your shoulders fell as you nodded your head towards his side of the car and admitted, “I just want to be closer.”

“Oh, right.” Steve swallowed, and you wondered if it’d be weird if you kissed every freckle and mole you could find on his throat. Something told you he wouldn’t mind when he asked, a little more eager than you’d heard tonight, “Backseat?” 

And you clambered out of the car, the slowing rain soothing to heated and flushed skin under the mussed clothes, and then you were both meeting in the backseat, but the nerves returned. The way you both glanced at the space between you and were immediately and acutely aware of the lack of anything between you except doubt and fear. Was this a mistake? What about your friendship?

Steve looked at the space, at you, and then held up his finger in the symbol for one sec as he said, “Hold on,” and half climbed back into the front seat. His torso draped over the console as he loudly opened the glovebox and rummaged around inside, before he was fiddling with the radio, and falling back into the seat. 

His cheeks pink, but his smile wide as he looked at you again. “Hey! I’m so glad we could do this tonight. You look beautiful. Ready to watch your favorite movie?”

“Wh-what?” You laughed, totally and utterly confused. 

He tugged on your fingers, and pulled you to the middle, until you were slouched next to each other, shoulders touching as he shushed and said, “The Breakfast Club is starting.”

And the music playing over the radio,Simple Minds, a cassette he must have put in, had your chest swelling with something that was sure to burst and explode and kill you, because the boy was actually pretending you were on a couch, on a date, in a living room, watching a movie - it was perfectly Steve and you, and the best first date you’d ever been on. 

His left hand picked up yours, resting it on your thigh and played with your fingers. The pads of his traced up and down and over your hand as he stared at the windshield, his temple resting against yours. The music played, and his fingertips swooped between the curves of each finger aimlessly, the sides of his fingers running down yours and back up making it really hard to concentrate on the non-existent flick. 

When you finally relaxed into his side, when you flipped your hand over so he could draw little loop de loops on your palm, he quietly asked, “Who’s your favorite?”

“Brian,” said without hesitation. 

Steve groaned, in pain, “Ugh, you would like him the best.”

You laughed, turning to look up at him a bit from where your head had fallen to his shoulder, “Don’t knock him Steve,” you spoke softly, fondly, “You’re a lot more of a dork like him than you think.”

Steve made a pft noise, fingers now interlaced with yours as he turned his head, the tip of his nose touching yours as he looked down at you with the sort of look the guys give the girls in the movies, one that should be illegal from the way it had that family of butterflies shouting about their presence again and fluttering around. 

“Hey Steve?” 

“Hmm?” He hummed, eyelashes fluttering as he sighed when your thumb brushed over his knuckles.

“This is a really great…first date?” You asked, hopeful that it wasn’t just an offer, that you weren’t some game, that the guy next to you was just as crazy about you as you were him. 

“Yeah?” He smiled, proud, and then bragged, “Wait till the second one.”

It was your turn to hum, to look into his eyes and get a little lost as his mouth parted and you both scooted closer, waiting, as he squeezed your fingers wrapped around his. 

“You’re making the ‘I’m about to kiss you face’ again, Steve,” you whispered, lips brushing his as you did.

“Right,” he whispered back, bottom lip catching yours as he suggested, “Which means you should probably stop talking again.”

This kiss wasn’t as easy and smooth, made difficult by grins of fools who were totally in love but wouldn’t admit it just yet, but how could you both not be after years together?

But you smoothed it out quickly, and soon he was swiping his tongue over your bottom lip as his hand gripped at your waist a little tightly. He traced over your top lip as your entire body turned towards his, like a plant in search of sunlight, his body on yours fundamental to your survival.

He gasped as you straddled him, your mouth swallowing the sound as his hands roamed up your sides, taking the hem of your shirt with it so his fingers could scrape at the skin just under your ribs before they dared to drift along the band of your bra.  

You let out a sound that he’d never forget as long as he lived when you finally lowered yourself, skirt fanning over your laps so the sinful way he pressed up against your pristine soaked Calvin’s was slightly hidden. The unclip of your bra and the removal and toss over the seat was fluid, and you couldn’t think about it because the way his hand on your chest felt, the thumb over a pebbled nipple was something you’d only let yourself think about in moments of need before a date that wasn’t him. 

Steve was wrong, the build up was more than half the fun.

The way his hands buzzed against your spine like the air after fireworks, the way his tongue brushed yours, the way he couldn’t help but guide your hips to rock against him. Denim hitting cotton in the exact right spot so the nerves underneath it got the friction they were aching for, while your mind ran away from you, thoughts about how this was just getting started. How there was more. 

His lips left yours and his smile pressed to your jaw when the action got a soft whimper to fall from you. He tutted into your neck, lips grazing over an erratic pulse as he whispered, “Can I touch you?”

“Is that,” your breath hitched around the words as his tongue licked a thick stripe over your neck that extended, “Is that a part of making me dizzy or the more, when I’m sufficiently so?”

“You’re not yet?” His teeth scraped at where his tongue had just been. “I like when you say words like sufficiently, ‘s’hot.”

You laughed as his lips kissed the same spot, and then he was sucking, skin beneath his tongue warm and sending a message to your brain that you liked that a lot. 

“Yeah,” you hiccuped, eyelids fluttering in their view of the car’s roof as you arched and his hands gripped your hips, “Yeah, touch me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, arm around your waist holding you steady while the other traveled under the hem of your skirt. His mouth moved to below your ear and as his fingers glided up your thigh. He sucked and kissed, and sent that message to your brain again, having you say his name and god’s in the same desperate sentence. 

Steve wasn’t gonna last much longer. 

Especially when his fingers met the wet cotton and you moaned, so much filthier than he’d have thought possible. Especially when he circled over your clit through the fabric and you rolled your hips with the movement, far dirtier than he thought you were capable of. 

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked.” He mouthed at the collar of your rucked up shirt, looking down at the way your hips rolled over his but he couldn’t quite see what was underneath. 

You hid in the crook of his neck, hot, and you didn’t know if it was because the windows were fogged and Steve was so fucking good at this or because you were embarassed by how turned on you were from his next words. 

“Please, I gotta,” he slipped a finger under the fabric and you shuddered as it ran down your slick and back up, “I gotta taste you. I need to put my mouth on you. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

You were on your back, Calvin’s in a ball on the front seat, with Steve crouched between your thighs not even a minute later. 

Thick fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt from his spot, blown out pupils taking over his stare up at you. One of your converse pushed to the other side of the car against the door as your fingers curled around the base of the sweating window above you. 

Steve kissed your knee, and made his way higher between your legs slowly, until he was flipping your skirt up and swallowing as he stared at the space like it was a fucking artwork. 

You giggled, nervously under the intense awestruck stare, squeezing your eyes shut as he strained to get out, “Fuck, honey, you’re trying to kill me.”

He was mesmerized, the way you clenched around nothing, his thumbs spreading you so he could see just how wet you were for him. 

He was really not gonna last much longer. Straining in his jeans painfully like a teenager. 

And that was before you whimpered, before you said:

“Steve, please.”

“Only,” he swallowed, leaning down so his breath hit your cunt in a way that had your hips wiggling, and him closing his eyes, “Only cause you asked so nicely.”

His thumbs held you open, massaging the sides as his tongue licked once, slow and broad, following the path of his nose up to your clit. He did it again, and again, and again. Until his fingers were slipping inside of you, pumping in and out of walls that held him tightly and his mouth sucked at your clit. Then you tugged, forcefully at the curls at the back of his head and practically screamed his name. Like it was full of only the best letters. Like it was yours. 

Your stomach burned, the butterflies angry and in your chest now too, on fire, but happy about it. Steve’s fingers inside of you and mouth on your clit better than any orgasm you’d ever had, and you couldn’t help it when you came without warning, toes curling inside of your converse that kicked at the door and his thigh, while your fingers slipped on the window and your chest ached for a breath as it yelled his name in a way that the whole world would have to know how you felt when they heard it. 

He didn’t pull away until you were gasping and your thighs were shaking and your fingers loosened in his hair. His cheek pressed to your thigh as he stared up at you and gasped out a proud, smug, “I’d like to see Bender of Brian do that.”

You laughed, tired, but happy, and he crawled up your body, kissing any part of it he could find while he ignored the uncomfortable wet patch in the front of his Levi’s. 

Except you noticed and raised your eyebrows at it, a little smug yourself as you said, “Bet Claire couldn’t do that.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but then you were both flinching as a loud smack of something hit the back window. He glanced up and cursed under his breath, rolling down the window slightly as he called out from on top of you, “Hey, Hop.”

There was a loud, deep, sigh from outside as you both sat up with apologetic faces and Steve rolled down the window further. 

Hopper’s cigarette smoke wafted in as he looked at the pair of you with a touch of surprise when he saw it was you next to Steve in the fogged up beemer. He shook his head, frown under the mustache forced.  “It’s past eleven. On a weeknight. Have some decency and do this at home in front of a movie like normal people next time, yeah?”

You both nodded, your teeth pulling at your lip in a terrible attempt at not smiling. 

He walked away, and you and Steve slapped hands over each other’s laughs and snorts, but you still managed to catch the quiet, “Bout damn time.” 

And when Steve dropped you off at home, with a kiss to seal it all and a promise of a real date tomorrow that he’d pick you up for, you shoved the bunched up Calvin’s in his front pocket with your own promise, whispering in his ear the words “Sincerely, yours” before you left him with his mouth open on the front steps, watching you walk away. 

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ʚsmau

ʚlando norris x female reader

ʚnothing better than a little soft launch with your favourite boy around

ʚthis was requested thank you for everyone who is sending in ideas! i love them all!

ʚface claim is cyrielle verstuyft

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DC

...is part of The Bookshelf.

The Joker

Sweet Dreams Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Summary: It wasn’t the first time you stayed up worrying about him. After all, his occupation was an incredibly dangerous one and you knew his life expectancy was significantly shorter than most. From the moment you realized you were head over heels in love with him, you’d been trying to prepare yourself for the day when he didn’t come home.

Memories Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: When they took you, J lost his mind for the second time in his life…

The King and His Queen Summary: Waking up in the hospital, unsure who you were, you believed what the nurses told you, that is until one day, when you got home and found a strange man in your home.

Done Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Summary: After a fight with the Joker at the club you decide you are done.

Love at First Sight Part 1, Part 2 Summary: The reader was a detective at the MCU the night the Joker escaped from the interrogation room, blew up the room, then escaped with Lau. After the briefest of interactions with the infamous Joker, she feels… different and is haunted by their meeting. One year on, and the Joker has finally broken out of the Asylum. 

The Damned Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: Imagine being raped and left alone to die in streets. Your savior comes in the form of Gotham's most wanted criminal. What will happen once the two of you start to get closer?

Rescue Me Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Summary: Imagine after the Joker saves you, he falls for you and wants to help you get revenge on the man who abused you.

Asking For It Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Imagine the Joker breaking into your apartment to hide out from the cops. However, he doesn’t know what kind of surprise is waiting for him.

Joker and His Jester Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Imagine your the biggest fan of the Jokers. You have control over Gotham City while the Prince of Crime is locked away in Arkham. You decide to plan his long waited escape so you can have him all to yourself.

Run Away Summary: You are fed up with the Joker's bullshit and decide to turn yourself in.

First Kick Summary: Imagine being pregnant with the Jokers child and in the middle of one of his business deals both of you get excited when the baby starts kicking. 

Drugged Summary: Imagine going to the Jokers club and almost getting drugged.

Interview Summary: Imagine being a writer and your boss wants you to write an article about the Joker, no matter how dangerous it could be.

Forget You Summary: Imagine getting in an argument with the Joker. In his anger, you get hurt and end up with amnesia. Will your memory come back? Will you forgive him?

The Deal Summary: Imagine being the Jokers girlfriend, you’re kidnapped and tortured. To make it all stop, all the Joker has to do is turn himself in to Arkham Asylum and give up his freedom forever. Regardless of what happens, there is going to be a lot of pain.

Addiction Summary: Joker and you were a couple in the past, but you broke up. Years later you come across to each other and you both admit you missed each other a lot. Harley doesn't like that at all.

Damaged Summary: Imagine being the Jokers Queen. And weeks after being kidnapped and tortured, you’re finally brought back to him.

Fame Summary: Imagine being a writer for the Gotham Gazette and you try to get perfect picture of the Joker for your article, but you get caught. 

Mine Summary: Imagine the Joker being protective of you and not being happy when Harley tries to kill you.

Distress Summary: Imagine almost losing your baby when a deal goes wrong and it causing the Joker to go crazy.

Just Go Summary: Imagine the Joker breaking up with you because he wants to keep you safe. Only to have you get kidnapped anyway.

The Cure Summary: Imagine being poisoned and the Joker never leaving your side as you both wait for the cure.

The Watcher Summary: Your life changes after a bank robbery sends you into the arms of Gothams most dangerous criminal. Little do you know, he’s had his eyes on you for awhile.

Surprising Summary: Imagine your the Jokers new girlfriend. Everything is going fine until Harley tries to get revenge, little does she know that your a force to be reckoned with.

Saving Mr. J Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: You see Mr. J in an alleyway injured and alone so you help you.

Smile Kitten Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 Summary: The Joker finds you wandering the streets of Gotham and decides to take you home.

Imagine: giving birth to your child with the Joker

The Article Part 1, Part 2

Close Call

Heroin

I Don't Love You (I Do)

Joker x Chubby!Reader

The Worst Surprise Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Convenience (Series) Summary: After his oldest friend loses everything, Bruce suggests a marriage of convenience that will benefit them both.

Apart Summary: You and Bruce have been married for a few years, but unfortunately for you he's never been much to show his affection. Will you two work your relationship out when you see him acting stranger and being further apart from you?

Into the Abyss Summary: Bruce should’ve known that nothing in Gotham City ever is smooth sailing. But when the one person in his life who means most to him gets kidnapped, he feels the darkness descending on him.

Long Overdue (Series) Summary: Reader was with Bruce in the past, but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they're overwhelmed.

Batmom (Series)

I Want A Divorce

Motherhood

Rescue Mission

Jason Todd

Cravings Summary: You are pregnant and really want pickles. What you don't know is that your little escapade searching for pickles will lead to you finally meeting Jason's family.

Serendipity Summary: Jason Todd goes missing and his brothers investigate...

A Mother's Love Can Never Be Outgrown Part 1, Part 2

Victor Zsasz

Undecided Summary: Imagine finding out you were pregnant and wanting to talk it out with Victor.

Walk Her Home Summary: Working at the Iceberg Lounge, it’s inevitable that you’ll come into contact with a wide range of criminals. But only one manages to catch your eye - famed assassin, Victor Zsasz.

Killer Croc

Human

#dc comics #dc universe #dcu #joker x reader #leto joker x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader

[peachy-wolfhard]

Dating Leo II

a/n: I wanted to add more after I posted part one so here it is Bone Apple Teeth, I love leo sm so its LONG

Let me know if you would like to be on my tmnt taglist!

Warnings: swearing, grandchildren mention (splinter is gonna splinter), illness mention, insomnia, mentions of slapping leos bald head

Word count: 738 -woof

Insomnia gang

This turtle physically cannot sleep

When you don't spend the night he is CONSTANTLY texting you everything that comes to mind

“y/n…why is pizza a circle?” “idk lee can i come over :3” “yeth pls HURRY IM DYING HERE WITHOUT U”

Lying in his bed, cuddling, matching eyemasks ON, fan ON

Even with all of that, nothing works

The nights that the both of you are actually able to sleep he has a grasp on you

Holds you so close to him all the time, you guys are joined at the hip

Everyone besides Mikey and Splinter thinks you guys are gross

“You can't even say their names apart now it's ALWAYS Leo and y/n. You can't separate them they will DIE without each other”

“Calm down Mikey please you're scaring Shelldon”

Splinter is…well Splinter. He stays in your guys' relationship, with how dramatic you guys are he doesn't need his soaps

He loves to show you baby pictures of the boys esp the ones of Leo

((cough cough he definitely mentions grandchildren like the old man he is))

Bites all the time like anytime anywhere

Making breakfast peacefully listening to music- CHOMP

Getting ready for work- CHOMP

Dr. Delicate Touch has to intervene

Play fights with you in slow-motion

(slow motion voice) “yyy/nnn iiiimm goooinggg tooo kick your aaaasssss”

(also slow motion voice) “im gooonnnaaa kick yours firrrst”

HAND! HOLDING!

Initially, it started as a way to keep Leo from running off when exploring places, but then it turned into a regular thing

“My love, light of my life, future spouse eHEM!”

“What Leo”

“WHERE’S YOUR HAND I AM GOING TO DIE WITHOUT YOUR HAND IN MINE!! I ALREADY FEEL WEAK PLEASE I AM SUFFERING”

Absolute drama queen and don't get me started when he’s sick

Picture those old paintings of the sick children in bed, he’s that but dialed up to eleven

All he wants is cuddles and daytime television and don't you DARE come in between him and his Maury

Giving him medicine is surprisingly easy maybe it’s because he’s so out of it or maybe he’s just in love he’d let you do anything to him

But if you’re ever sick he does the exact same for you

If you fight medicine (just like me fr) he’s NOT afraid to use those ninja moves to get you to take your meds

Loves it when you read to him no matter what you are reading

Manga? Sign him up! Horror book? Let's get spooky! Sad book? I'll get the tissues! He just loves to hear your voice especially if you do different voices for the characters but not overly comedic voices, he’s here for the story!

Falls asleep listening to your voice with his head on your lap 99% of the time

Going to the Hidden City for date nights and getting up to absolute mischief

(having to then call Raph to come get you guys because you pissed someone off and just kicked their butt)

Speaking of the Hidden City! During their break in the Hidden City (when everyone gets arrested) you join Leo at the spa

After he gets kicked out he BEGS you to go to the creepy spa across the street with him

“Sorry sweetheart I too am in DIRE need of some relaxation plus it’s not often I’m in an exclusive club”

The moment he shows up with that gorgeous hair you’re suspicious

Texts you a selfie of his new hair with the creepy ass background

“Whatcha think? Even more handsome than normal? ;)” “go back to being bald i miss slapping ur bald head :(“

Anyway when he starts “sleepwalking” your immediate reaction is “Maybe it's the wig” but quickly forget all about it due to relaxation

“Um… yyyy/nnnn could you please help me out with one teeny tiny situation…? Please?”

Now you and Leo are on the case!

“Ooo lala finally some privacy ;)”

“Don't touch me until you’re bald AND we figure this out”

“Pwetty pwease? JUST ONE!”

“Fine, ONE kiss”

After the evil hair reveal and fighting with your boyfriend’s hair he's finally bald again

Leo explains the massage guy’s deal but it falls on deaf ears

“Hey, who’s that guy?” “He'sthe non-member we kicked out earlier!”

“I bet he and that human are the thieves. Call the cops”

After a quick stay in jail, you’re now peacefully back home

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo x reader #masterlist

[katiekatdragon27]

Guuuyyyyyyys? Can we all just agree that this is canon noowwwwwww?

These two have been eating at my brain all night it’s chronic.

Like?? AUGHHHHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I-

Every fandom I'm in has that one straight-passing ship that I make my personality for a couple weeks lol. This is that straight-passing ship for Rayman lol.

A buncha ideas and progress below cut:

Teensy Ray Thoughts:

Teensy Ray (who's name is probably Raymond I haven't decided yet) is the kind and soft-spoken leader of the Rayman Fan-Club. He is the go-to person for all things Rayman, and has basically turned his house into a makeshift shrine museum for the guy.

He DIYed his entire cosplay of Rayman. He cut up his cloak and altered it to look more like a "hoodie", even wrapping his arms with bandages to represent Rayman's "limbless-ness." The thing he struggled with most was the hair.

Speaking of the hair, the "implant" that Polokus talks about in Origins was actually a little bird creature he found one day. Its tail feathers stick up like Rayman's two hair strands and can whirl around in a haircopter style.

The creature is also a kind-of wing man for TR. It can read how he feels and will move its tail accordingly.

The reason why TR started the Rayman Fan-Club and dresses as him a ton was because way back in the day, he was directly saved by Rayman (like Rayman hauled his ass out of danger manually kinda saving). He feels like the club is the least he could do to repay his hero

Also he and Ray are pen-pals lol (but Rayman takes decades to respond)

Teensy Ray is a hopeless romantic. Any sort of romantic gesture, no matter how small, sweeps him off his feet.

He was originally Teensy Queen's "safe date." He was down for it, both because she was incredibly pretty and because she let him go on super long rambles about Rayman.

When she eventually fell for him, he fell for her almost instantly, and things have been going smoothly ever since lol.

The "How Did You Bag A Baddie?" audio.

Teensy Queen Thoughts:

Queen Teensy (honestly might name her Quincy lol) is the bad bitch teensy of the Glade. She has the heart of an adventurer, constantly running away from the boring royal duties to practice her magic and fighting skills.

She will run off, kick ass by halting a nightmare invasion of some rural town, then return just in time for her royal duties.

She loves fighting almost as much as she loves Rayman lol.

Queen had a mega crush on Rayman and was desperate to get with him. However, Rayman (the aroace king he is) took no interest in her whatsoever.

She decided to settle for TR as a sort of "substitute" for Rayman at first. She was constantly heckled by her family for never giving any man a chance, so she retaliated by grabbing the teensy who looked the most like Rayman and basically fake-dating him.

After a couple months or so of just being safe-date buddies, she started to gain actual feelings for TR, to which he reciprocated. She was in a lot of denial about it though for a while.

She be like "I don't date dorks!" then ends up with this mf.

Teensy Queen is Grand Romantic Gestures in teensy form. She will go out of her way to create large displays for the people she loves and cares about.

The "EXCUSE ME, HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES." kinda person.

That's all I have rn. Expect more art of these guys cuz they're gonna be so everything to me for like two months lol.

Thanks for indulging in my delusion lol. Have a lovely day :)

#i did this instead of working on finals i'm so good at time management #i'm surprised no one has drawn these two before #like it's right there dude how?????? #maybe i'm just a chronic shipper or smth 💀💀💀 #thanks zynt for opening my eyes btw lol #looooooowwwwwkeeeeeyyyyyyy basing the ship devolopment on my parents but shushshhhhh #bi people shipping goes crazy lol #staightn't ppl #rayman #rayman fanart #rayman legends #rayman origins #rayman games #teensy #teensies #rayman teensies #teensy queen #teensy ray #teensy shipping #rayman shipping #rayman teensy ray #rayman queen teensy #illustration #katiekatdragon27

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TTTE school headcanons because i have nothing better to do

Thomas: That one child that the teachers cannot seem to get to sit still. Absolute chatterbox, yet somehow gets an A on all of his classes. He is 100% the kid that starts food fights in the cafeteria. Somehow he's that one kid that constantly gets into trouble but never seems to get expelled. Constantly bouncing off the walls like a 5 year old who just had coffee, and god pray that the child he just shoved in the locker is okay.

Edward: The president of the student council. Very responsible and always pays attention in school. Keeps the "annoying kids" in line (Thomas, Bill and Ben). Wise, kind, and helpful around the school, always volunteers to assist anyone in need. Practically a cool grandpa but won't hesitate to kick your ass or berate you if you need it. People know when to back off when he gets too stern with them. A mad Edward was a very scary Edward.

Henry: One of the popular kids alongside Gordon and James. A pretty good student aside from minor bullying. He loves to make fun of the smaller kids below him, but his popularity makes up for it. One of the bigger kids as well. Likes biology because of his love for plants, probably gets an A+ in that class. Would probably be a good candidate for the student council if it wasn't for him teasing the others. Thomas pranked him one time and got a terrifying death glare from him.

Gordon: The boastful boy of the school. One of the popular kids alongside Henry and James. He thinks too full of himself and thinks he is the smartest in the school. He's popular all around school. Gets above average grades in all classes, but isn't the smartest as he thinks he is (It's actually Edward). Makes fun of the little kids and teases Thomas a lot. He isn't a fan of pranks though (Percy had replaced his coffee creamer with glue one time and he was not happy.)

James: The drama queen A.K.A queen bee of the school. He always wants to look his best, whether its for class or for prom. Probably dubbed as "one of the prettiest in the school" which boosts and feeds his ego a little too much. Thinks too full of himself. Sassy and sarcastic, teases the little kids but not as much as Gordon does. Gets average grades. Head of the Drama club. He refuses to drink from the water fountains because it's unsanitary.

Percy: A quiet kid. Spends most of his time writing or reading in the library. Gets pretty good grades on everything no matter the subject. A little naive, and a pretty good target for bullying, but he sometimes smartasses his way out of it. Best friends with Thomas, and together, they're an unstoppable duo who would do anything to outsmart the Strike Trio and play jokes on them. He was rejected from the student council because Toby said he was too naive.

Toby: The vice president of the student council. Likes to hang out with Edward like old grandpas. Drinks earl grey tea with Edward and talk about the events that goes around at school. Sometimes, they invite Bill and Ben to enjoy tea with them. Gets above average grades on every subject and is very responsible for everything he does. Considerate and careful, and also very wise. He was caught picklocking into janitors closet by Edward one time, though.

Montague 'Duck': A normal student. Not very smart but not dumb either. Gets average grades and is a pretty chill fellow. The Strike Trio are still apologetic to him, and the four of them still get along greatly. A transfer student, technically. He and Oliver are best friends, and they have a friend group consisting of him, Oliver, Donald, and Douglas. Sometimes, Toad joins them when he feels like it. Whenever Donald passes by, he would always let out a little 'quack' at him.

Donald: A pretty well behaved student, though sometimes he can get out of line. A charming yet witty joker, is always seen with his twin Douglas. He's more selfless and confident in himself, standing up against the bullies, especially when Douglas got into feuds with a spiteful student. He and his brother are one of the few people that the Strike Trio is aware to not piss off, or else it'll get messy. Sometimes, he likes to get mischievous with Thomas and Percy if he feels like it.

Douglas: Secretary of the student council. Calm and collected, but won't hesitate to snap at anyone who makes him ticked off. He's less chaotic than his twin, who he is always seen with. Not a fan of defending himself or fighting back, which is why he has Donald to fight for him most of the time, as when he was against a spiteful student. He's always up for mischief though, if the prank is good enough. Edward, Toby, and Emily were not pleased to find mustard in their tea.

Oliver: Hangs out with Duck, Donald, and Douglas most of the time. Used to be cocky and arrogant, but is now more humble and wise after some other students bullied him. Still regrets the time where he accidentally injured Scruffey to the point he was hospitalised. Whenever with Douglas, he is always down for a trick or two. Likes to hang out with Toad, they're practically inseparable. Douglas was not impressed when he taught Toad how to say 'Bitch' in Gaelic.

Emily: Treasurer of the student council. An elegant straight A student. Likes to spend her time with Thomas and James, and they all get together to pull pranks on the others. Despite this, she's a good student and works very hard. Sometimes, she has to put Thomas and James back in line because they're just too cheeky and naughty. Almost sort of like a big sister to the engines. Is still currently figuring out ways to get back at Douglas for the 'mustard tea'.

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Tierra Whack Celebrates Debut Album’s Release at Webster Hall on Friday Night

Tierra Whack – Webster Hall – March 15, 2024

Philadelphia rap queen Tierra Whack has been getting the party started worldwide with her infectious rhymes for several years now. (It’s probably only a matter of time before she graces the multipurpose-room stage on Abbott Elementary to battle Tariq Temple at a F.A.D.E. showcase.) Whack channels creativity and visual aspirations into her poetic lyrics and the videos that accompany them. From the Grammy-nominated video for “Mumbo Jumbo” to the recent Alex Da Corte–directed “27 Club,” her flair for fashion exudes further joy and pop, as witnessed on World Wide Whack, her debut full-length. She celebrated its release Friday night at a sold-out Webster Hall.   

With a large inflatable of the World Wide Whack avatar occupying a third of the stage, the rapper appeared adorned in her silver clown suit mirroring the attire from her album’s aesthetics. Opening with track one from her latest, “Mood Swing” appropriately began with  “I’ve been trying new things.” Throughout the show, the crowd indulged in a call-and-response, which warm-up DJ Kill Sing kicked off with a cry of  “worldwide” and requested the “Whack” reply. The admittedly nervous singer would cover the majority of the new songs, from the bounce-inducing “Ms Behave” to the melancholic “Two Night,” Her confidence building thanks to the supportive crowd, Whack effortlessly weaved among rap, pop, and R&B with her new material. On lead-single “Chanel Pit,” music box melodies danced amongst the spits of cultural references, like Vin Diesel and Resident Evil. Closer “27 Club” grooved to more R&B vibes for a downtempo, contemplative swan song, enrapturing the front row. 

Tierra Whack didn’t leave her stans without a trip down memory lane, including fan favorites like the bop “Pretty Ugly” and “Fuck Off,” which elicited raised middle fingers across the room. Everybody on the floor happily sang, “He likes my diamonds and pearls,” along with “Hungry Hippo.”  For the first time live, Whack performed her section of Lil Yachty’s “T.D.” before calling it a night. Despite the house lights turning on and exit music playing, everyone stayed put, chanting, “World Wide Whack,” leaving the stage crew unsure if they should halt operations. DJ Kill Sing indicated it might not be the end to this unforgettable night, as a wigless Whack returned to confess she was already shedding her costume. The crowd-manifested encore had the Philly native run off “Peppers and Onions” atop the barricade, before dropping to the floor amid her rabid admirers. —Sharlene Chiu | @Shar0ck

Photos courtesy of Edwina Hay | thisisnotaphotograph.com

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#Abbott Elementary #Alex Da Corte #Bowery Presents #DJ Kill Sing #East Village #Edwina Hay #Lil Yachty #Live Music #Music #New York City #Photos #Review #Sharlene Chiu #Tariq Temple #Tierra Whack #Webster Hall #World Wide Whack

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It's been awhile since I did a tier list but I've been into shojo anime and manga recently so I'm gonna rank my top five.

#5: Ouran High School Host Club

Haruhi Fujioka is recruited to join the host club after she breaks a vase!

Ouran is probably one of the best known shojo animes there is. It's funny, light hearted, adorable, and probably is one of the first reverse harem anime to gain a large fan base. And for being made in the early 2000's, the animation still holds up today.

However, the characters do not. There are a lot of things about this show that just did not age well. While I recommend this series I also recommend taking it with a grain of salt. This was made when certain things were socially acceptable that simply are not today.

That is the only reason I would have it at number 5. Other wise, the cast is great. The plot is hilarious. The pacing is well done. Overall, it's a hilarious and feel good show for when you simply don't want to think about what you're watching.

#4 Kamisama Hajimenmashita

After being kicked out of her apartment due to her father's gambling habits, Nanami Momozono must find her place in this world. But becoming an Earth God? How the hell is she supposed to do that?!

This is the first shojo I watched knowing that it was a shojo. I immediately fell in love with the characters and their dynamics. There's complicated back stories as well for those to like to drive a bit more into characters.

Sadly, the anime was rushed to a finish and a lot of the manga was never adapted. While the anime is still great, the ending just feels wrong without having the full story. The manga is completed and I highly recommend reading it. Yet because of the cancelation, I have to put it at number 4.

#3: Yona Of The Dawn

On her 16th birthday, the sole princess of Kouka, Yona, goes to ask her father to reconsider her marriage proposal to the love of her life. Her love had other plans with her father that night.

This is arguably one of the best shojos out there. With an amazing ploy and some of the best characters ever written, your heart is sure to be captured by this.

There is only one season of this however and it sadly looks like there won't be more any time soon.

The reason for this getting third place isn't because of the anime but actually because I just like the other two more. I love the fantasy setting, but I tend to like it more in shounen than shojo.

#2: My Love Story With Yamada-Kun at level 999

After being cheated on and dumped by her boyfriend over a girl he met in a game, Akane Kinoshita sets out to get revenge! By going to an irl game event and make him realize what he's missing out on! If only her luck with shoes was better.

This is a very new shojo with the first season just wrapping up a couple weeks ago. However, the manga has been going strong since 2019 and I have loved every minute of it. Thus has some of the best characters I have ever seen and it just continues to get better. It's also the type of shojo where we get to see the couple progress their relationship as a couple which is amazing.

I will say there are some... spicier bits in the manga so beware of that if it's not your thing. (Nothing explicit is shown)

However we get to see progression from te side characters as well which is also amazing. I love every moment of this and it had me squealing and kicking my feet like a little girl.

#1: Horimiya

The queen bee and the loner realize that maybe they can be their true selves around each other.

This is my all time favorite. I read the manga, watch the og anime, watched the remake, and the missing pieces. I love this story so much.

It portrays realistic relationships and shows that both of the main characters have faults that they work through in their relationship. Not just that, but the side characters get a lot of development as well that makes you rooting for them.

This whole story is so wholesome and it's the perfect thing to unwind to.

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[vericervantez]

— BASICS

Name: Veronica Cervantes Age / D.O.B.: 33/10.13.1990 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis woman, She/her, Bisexual Hometown: Queens, NYC Affiliation: Civilian Job position: Restaurant Owner Education: Degree in restaurant management Relationship status: Single Children: Angel Mateo Ledesma Positive traits: Kindhearted, patient, ambitious, adventurous, nurturing Negative traits: Temperamental, impulsive, self-conscious, workaholic, confrontational

— BIOGRAPHY

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Veronica Cervantes grew up an only child in a house with a very old fashioned, overprotective father and overly worried mother. Her father never wanted her to have any guy friends, refused to let her hang out with friends much outside of school, and absolutely forbid her to go to parties. Her mother was more lenient and would often drop Veronica off at her friends' houses, parties, and sometimes even her boyfriend's houses but she just didn't allow her daughter to be out late at night because that worried her too much. Overall, though, life in the Cervantes household wasn't bad and she loved her family more than life itself. She also grew up very interested and attached to her culture, something that's never changed even as she got older. And at a young age she learned how to speak and write in Spanish.

As a child she loved game nights with the family because that usually meant they would sit around the tv and watch whatever sport was playing that. She was especially a fan of the boxing, basketball, and soccer nights. She also spent a lot of time helping at the family-owned restaurant Sabor de Jalisco. Veronica's rebellious phase didn't kick in until her high school year, like most kids at that age, and it was during this time that she began sneaking out late at night. She would often sneak out to parties, sometimes going to car meet ups (mostly always resulted in illegal racing), or to whatever club she could sneak into (she loves to dance), but always coming back home just before sunrise. No matter what, though, Veronica did good in school because she was determined to one day take over the family restaurant.

Veronica was twenty years old when she met a man that would enter her life and change it for the better in more ways than one, Rafael “Raffa” Ledesma. She had attended this particular fight because one of her friends backed out and she was called as a last-minute resort, not that she minded, she loved the sport anyway. To this day, despite everything that's happened between the two, Veronica will always say that on that night for just one moment in time the earth stood completely still, and it was just the two of them in one second of time together. She didn't know then that she was looking at the future father of her child, but she knew she needed to meet him face to face. She seized her moment after the match by walking to congratulate him and the rest became history. Veronica knew she was in love the moment she first heard him laugh and after their first kiss it only further confirmed it for her that he was her other half. And when they danced together, for Veronica, it felt like they had the power to stop time and just exist together. However, it wasn't always good times between the two of them; like when they fought, it was like going to war with one another. She lost count of how many times she had slammed the door in Raffa's face, or told him it was over for good, shoved him away, only for her to end up in his arms and being his all over again. She was twenty-seven when her on and off again relationship with him resulted in a baby.

Shortly after she found out she was pregnant Veronica discovered why Raffa would sometimes disappear for a couple of days, a week, without much notice (which was a main reason they fought, she thought the man was cheating on her at first) and when she discovered Raffa's entanglement with the cartel it was only then that she knew things couldn't work between the two of them. And so, as painful as it was, she agreed to a mutual break up after a very long conversation with Raffa. Even though things with him did not end like the fairytale ending she had hoped they would have, Veronica was happy with where they were in life. They are great co-parents and that was what truly was most important. She will always be a ride or die for the guy though and will fight tooth and nail for him and their son, Angel. Now a days she spends most of her time running the family restaurant she took over when her parents decided to retire, trying to juggle that with being a good mom and still having a social life. Once a week she does get a babysitter for the evening and goes out to dance (it's just really something she loves to do). Even though she isn't shy about being a mom, for reasons, she doesn't really show many people pictures of her child or allow many people who aren't family, or extremely close friends, near her son. All in all, she's just a girl who is here to try to brighten the world a bit more, do her nails with her girlfriends, and have huge glasses of wine.

HEADCANNONS:

very sportsy and active. she loves most sports, except golf. she's just never really had anyone explain golf to her so it kinda slipped through the cracks for her.

animal lover. if you left it up to her the woman would adopt every stray dog and cat she saw in the streets! the only reason she doesn't is because she's got angel to look after and bills to pay. one day she does hope to get them a dog, though.

she is the kind of person who loves to cook for people. chances are, if you're her friend, related to her, or close to her in any way, she has probably cooked for you. she also sometimes volunteers and makes food for those who are low on their luck. it's really just in her nature to be giving.

huge horror movie fanatic as well. all them old horror movies like friday the 13th, nightmare on elm street, halloween, rosemary's baby, etc are right up her alley. she would rather have a spooky movie night than a romcom night, but she also does enjoy a nice romcom with her gal pals. she is also a huge stoner, but now a days she waits until angel is either not around or fast asleep to spark up.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Baby Daddy: Rafael "Raffa" Ledesma. Even though things with Raffa did not end like the fairytale ending she had hoped they would have, Veronica was happy with where they were in life. They are great co-parents and that was what truly was most important. She will always be a ride or die for the guy though and will fight tooth and nail for him and their son, Angel. Sister Friend: Esmeralda Avila. Veronica and Esme are as close as two sisters can get! They are each other's wine buddies, nail buddies, and partners in crime. She even watches Angel once a week for her. Play Date Buddies: Any parent muses who want to have playdates! Stoner Buddies: They love to smoke together! Good vibes and lots of munchies. MORE TO COME

#wb.intro #drugs mention tw

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Post "Blue Skies" Storylines: Adrien and Felix

Just a rough idea of how the storylines and characters would continue after "The Blue Skies and Your Eyes". If you haven't finished it yet, there's spoilers ahead! The full series is here.

First, we'll start with Adrien and Felix after leaving Paris and heading to London.

Adrien

-> Adrien is getting the therapy he needs while in London. He's able to unpack the issues he had with his father, the grief over losing his mother, and repair his relationship with Felix (who occasionally joins him for sessions). I also imagine him getting some social skills training to supplement the therapy. He's a bit hesitant at first, but is encouraged by his Aunt so he can better understand how healthy relationships work.

-> It takes some time for him to settle into London, but once he does, he starts exploring various interests and hobbies he didn't get to before. I've written a post addressing this before, but to reiterate, I imagine him getting into tricking (combination of martial arts and gymnastics that combines kicks and flips), baking, and romance fiction. To add on to that, I also see him joining a book and/or anime club at his school, or starting one outside of it. And since he's into tricking, I think I'd just have him join a martial arts school while we're at it (a glance at the wiki says that he does karate and kung-fu, so whatever school offers one of those is where he's enrolling).

(For those who need a visual reference of what tricking looks like).

-> His friend group consists of some members of the club he joins, people he regularly tricks with, students at his martial arts school, and some normal people at school. And of course, Felix, once the two have addressed the issues between them.

-> He still keeps in touch with Nino and Kagami, and occasionally Alya too. After doing some soul searching and healing, I could see him reaching out to Marinette and Chloe as well. Adrien and Chloe repairing their relationship helps her quite a bit as she's trying to adjust to New York.

-> Admittedly, he shies away from superhero fiction. Oftentimes, he thinks back to when Miracle Queen took the ring from him, and he can get defensive about it. He's aware of his behavior, but it takes him some time to really let go of it.

-> He is still a romantic at heart, but holds off on dating until a year or so has gone by. He wishes to avoid the fumbles he made with Kagami and Maribug, so he focuses on healing and self-improvement first. His first relationship ends up being someone from his tricking circle.

-> Down the road, I eventually see him becoming a romance author. However, he takes a pen name in order to disassociate himself from the Agreste name. He may also change his name legally for this reason.

Felix

-> While he does put effort into repairing his relationship with Adrien, Felix is well aware that he can never tell him about becoming the Guardian. Over time, he starts to feel a bit guilty about this, but never peeps or hints at it.

-> There were two things I thought of including for him originally in the main story, but never got to address properly: the first was another layer to why he was so hard on Alya. Initially, he was supposed to be a big fan of the Ladyblog, and even develop a small crush on Alya. However, he felt betrayed when he realized she wasn't entirely being truthful on there. The storyline would have focused on their rivalry, and him rekindling his crush on her, but letting go as she was happy with Nino.

-> The other main beat focused on why he was so interested in unraveling mysteries and secrets, which ties back to his own family history. The idea was that every male member on his father's side of the family died relatively young. This would make him concerned over his own mortality, and he would get into investigating the cause of it, since the circumstances were unusual. He would go around involving himself in situations he had no business in, simply to test his own skills.

-> Well, to tie into this new storyline, he'd balance his Guardian duties with finding the answer to this mysterious question. He refuses to admit it, but he's worried about his own mortality, if his own life will end shortly, and if so, by what means. This may cause him to take rash actions and to be called out by various people (Marinette, Luka, Fu, Adrien, etc.) It takes him some time to realize that he needs to practice self-care if he wants to prolong his life.

-> He ends up becoming a beta reader for Alya's autobiography. As they end up having to communicate a lot, I could see him developing a small crush on her, but choosing not to pursue it since she's with Nino. I think she's more observant at this point and picks up on it, but doesn't say anything.

-> You'll often find him spending time in the library doing research or studying for his Guardian duties. He earns the top grades in his class and seems to do so effortlessly. He only joins clubs if it benefits his investigations, with maybe debate team being an exception.

-> He develops a rapport with Marinette and Luka over time, as he continues his Guardian duties. He refuses to call them his friends, but it becomes pretty clear that he's fond of them.

-> In general, he's slow to make new friends. He often meets people when doing his investigations, or if his mom asks Adrien to drag him to one of his events, but they really only stand out to him if they're a person of interest.

-> One person decides to become his rival (for some reason), challenging him to various things, and often losing. When Felix declares that they aren't really friends, this person becomes really competitive... about making Felix his friend. And that's how Felix gains his confidant/sidekick.

#ml salt #ml salt au #ml salt fic #not really a salty post but tagging just in case #lukanette fic #lukanette au #the one to make it stay #pro lukamari #lukanette endgame #lukanette #post totmis

[boroughshq]

Welcome to the community bulletin board! Here are some events happening around the Boroughs this month:

March 2-3: Women's History Month Trivia at The Corner Pub, Brooklyn

March 6: Free Mini Scoops* at Freshly Churned, Staten Island

March 14: National Pi Day at the Diner, the Bronx

March 16: St. Patrick's Day Parade, Manhattan

March 19: Volunteer Spring Cleaning at the Bronx River, the Bronx

March 25: Holi Celebration at Prospect Park, Brooklyn & Club 51, Manhattan

March 30: Beyoncé Night at Cowbells, The Bronx

March 31: Easter Egg Hunt at Socrates Sculpture Park, Queens

Continue reading below to find descriptive blurbs of each event. As a reminder, community events are optional events for members to use during their threads throughout the month of March.

March 2-3: Women History Month Trivia at The Corner Pub, Brooklyn

It's International Women's Month! To kick off the celebration, the weekend trivia topics for the first weekend of March at the Corner Pub will be all about the historical women who've helped fight for women's rights throughout the world.

March 6th: Free Mini Scoops* at Freshly Churned, Staten Island

In celebration of National Oreo Cookie Day and National White Chocolate Cheesecake Day, Freshly Churned have turned both delicious flavors into their own ice cream at the parlor, and patrons can have a complimentary mini scoop of each to boot!

March 14: National Pi Day at the Diner, the Bronx

For one day and one day only, all pies at the Diner will be priced at $3.14, in honor of pi day. Do not try to talk mathematics with the owner - they're doing this because they think the idea is quirky, not for any fondness towards the subject.

March 16: St. Patrick's Day Parade, Manhattan

The annual St. Patrick's Day parade returns this year to Midtown Manhattan! Starting promptly at 11am and ending around 4:30pm, stop by and observe a spectacle of Irish culture!

March 19: Volunteer Spring Cleaning at the Bronx River, the Bronx

It's the first day of Spring! What better way to celebrate than with a little bit of spring cleaning? Join the Bronx River Association as they steward and keep the river clean. Trash collecting tools and gloves will be provided to volunteers upon arrival.

March 25: Holi Celebration at Prospect Park, Brooklyn // Holi Part at Club 51, Manhattan

The family friendly version of the event will take place in Brooklyn, where guests of all ages are welcome to come dressed in white and have fun partaking in the colorful holiday festivities associated with Holi. As the night approaches, adults can keep the party going over at Club 51, where the Main Room will be pumping Bollywood hits while the staff hands out paints and glow sticks to celebrate!

March 30: Beyoncé Night at Cowbells, the Bronx

Beyhive fans will only have one day to study the lyrics of Beyoncé's recently released Act II in preparation of Beyoncé night at Cowbells! Act II will be on rotation all night long, along with other hits from Beyoncé's extensive catalog, in order to ring in her new era of music.

March 31: Easter Egg Hunt at Socrates Sculpture Park, Queens

Sponsored by local religious organizations, a large, free Easter Egg hunt will take place at the Socrates Sculpture Park in Queens at 11am. While directly targeted towards kids, guests of all ages (and all religions) are free to attend and hunt for eggs! Rumor has it thousands of eggs have been scattered all around the park by local volunteers, with the sculptures providing some interesting hiding spots.

Admin Note: The above events are all optional events that members are free to use as the setting for threads throughout the month of March. Though each event comes with brief descriptions, writers are free to manipulate and take liberties with them however they like for their threads. Additionally, writers are not restricted to only writing threads on the dates of the events listed; you are free to create threads around these events and post them whenever you like during the month of March.

#boroughs.community #boroughs.event

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Can I get Kuina and Ann with a insecure reader feel free to do whatever you want with this idea, thank you <3

Not a big fan of this but it’s been a while since I posted and I’ve been ‘writing’ it for like two weeks. Hopefully this isn’t formatted horribly as I’m posting from my phone at work.

Fem!reader

It was hard for YN not to feel insecure when she was with Kuina and Ann, both of them were strong women and YN couldn’t help but compare herself to them and how could she not?

Ann was formidable, seemingly unbreakable always in control and always had some sort of plan as a backup. She was a strong, intelligent woman and YN felt both insecure and starry-eyed whenever they were around each other.

Kuina was a badass in every conceivable way, a bikini top and wedges didn’t stop her from kicking ass. Not only could Kuina beat someone's ass, she also had a heart of gold, always trying to help others and lending a hand if needed.

As they left the playing grounds of the Queen of Clubs after defeating it, YN trailed behind Ann and Kuina, feeling the worst she had felt for a while. Insecurity was slowly starting to suffocate YN, her stuttered breaths caught the attention of Ann who glanced over her shoulder and caught the sight of YN stumbling behind them.

Ann paused in her steps and dragged her eyes over YN, “What’s wrong with you?”

Kuina turns around at Ann’s words and watches YN curiously. “You okay?”

YN nods, “Exhausted.”

Kuina nods in understanding before turning back around and continuing to walk but Ann keeps her eyes on YN.

She lets Kuina walk a few steps forward to create some space before dropping her pace so that she can walk alongside YN. She didn’t say anything, giving YN the space to talk if she wanted to and allowing her to breathe.

They walked in silence for another before they found a quiet place to rest for the night. They had a massive family sized tent that they shared, it gave them enough space to share the space comfortably.

YN was sandwiched between them as they got in for the night, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.

“How do you do it?” YN finally said what was on her mind

“Huh?” Kuian turns her head slightly to look at YN

“Survive all of this. The never ending games and death, it doesn’t seem to affect either of you.”

There’s a brief pause of silence before Ann speaks up, “That’s not true… I hate participating in these games, I hate them but I want to go home more than everything.”

“So you just push through it? Don’t you ever get tired?”

“I do but giving up means death”

“You’re braver than I am. I don’t think I could survive all of this without you”

Ann sends a gentle smile her way, “I think you could”

YN nods at that and turns to Kuina, “What about you?”

“I feel as if I have something to prove, even though I don’t. If I can survive this, I can survive anything…”

“You’re so strong Kuina, how many games have you cleared in those wedges?” YN praises her

Kuina breaks out in a grin, “I know right? Too bad it messed up my pedicure.”

“You survived these games before you joined The Beach and when we got separated for the second stage. You should stop underestimating yourself, it’ll get you killed”

Ann spoke up, eyes trained on YN

“It’s not that easy” YN sighs

“Of course it’s not but we believe you, and you should too”

“Okay, okay but you two promise that we’ll still be friends once we get back to the real world?”

Kuina smiled that sunny smile of hers that lit up a room, “Of course! Why wouldn’t we?”

Kuina and YN turned to Ann who couldn’t stop the small grin from forming on her lips, “I suppose we can”

#alice in borderland #Alice in borderland imagine #Alice in borderland imagines #kuina x reader #ann x reader #aib imagines

[charliedawn]

ITS BEEN A MINUTE SINCE IVE BEEN HERE BUT ANYWAY

I wonder how the slashers would be like with a Remus Lupin kinnie? like wears, grandpa sweaters, always has a book, drinking so much tea, listens to Queen, ABBA, David Bowie, and is like the calm and collected one in the group? is like the mom/dad/parental figure of the group?

Author : "Hey there ! It has been a minute indeed. 😂 I just finished your request. I hope you'll like it.)

I think you and Michael would hit it off, as he would see an equal in you.

He would be a big fan of the grandpa sweaters and you would have matching tea cups for your parenting-free days. (aka when the nurses or Norman are taking care of them)

You would also take turns watching the "children". He would trust you in keeping an eye on them and you would exchange book names, as Michael is an avid reader. You would even have your little book club and share your opinions on different books.

Michael *smiles when you sit down next to himand wordlessly puts on Dancing Queen because he knows you like it*

Penny wouldn't understand you. He's the troublemaker, the very excited nerve-wracking alien child with no self-control and he wouldn't understand how someone can be so calm..like, how do you do it ?!

Penny *staring at you* : "Are you dead ?"

You *smile knowingly before turning the page of your book* : "No, Penny..I'm not dead."

Penny : "Then why aren't you moving ? And drinking hot water ?"

You *shrug* : "It's soothing."

Penny : "...Can I have some too ?"

You *smile and nod* : "Sure."

He would then spend the day mimicking you, sipping your tea and tilting his head to the music to confuse the other slashers. Still a troublemaker, just likes spending some quality time with you..

Freddy would appreciate you taste in music and barge into the room once you've put on music to dance, especially Queen.

Freddy *kicks your front door open and starts singing* : "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS !"

However, he would also be the very troublesome child who often causes lots problems. To be honest ? He would be the one you would have to keep an eye out for the most.

Pennywise and Freddy *put whipped cream into the shower pipes*

You *arrive and arch a quizzical eyebrow at them*

Pennywise and Freddy *quickly raise their finger accusatively at each other* : "He did it !"

Freddy doesn't have an off-switch. He has a lot of energy and would make sure to try your patience every chance he gets.

Pennywise has already this kind of tough grandpa attitude, which means—every morning before the slashers wake up—he goes outside to relax on his favorite rocking chair. He likes to just stare at the landscape and get lost in thought. He would never admit it, but he still likes having company sometimes.

You *smile when you see him and gesture to the chair next to him* : "Is this seat taken ?"

Him *glances at it before shrugging* : "Nah. You can take it. Doesn't make a difference to me.."

Just so you know, he put that chair there. He knew—hoped—you would come.

He was surprised when you offered him a sweater and even pretended not to be interested at all at first, only to wear it everyday afterwards..Congrats on winning that grumpy clown's heart.

Jason and Brahms would feel safe around you, which is a rather remarkable achievement as they tend not to trust anyone. They would relax in your company and make up their own "no disturbance" rule around you. It means you would be the person they would come to if they need a timeout from the others. Or, simply for you to read to them, as Jason doesn't know how to read and Brahms likes to have someone read to him.

(They also like you grandpa sweaters and Jason finds it very difficult not to sleep on you when you read to him.)

Five actually liked you from the start. You are quiet, collected and never put your nose in other's people's business, which Five finds quite enjoyable considering the many doctors who tried to understand him and pick his brain over the years.

Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that you always think of him when you prepare yourself a cup of tea and bring him a cup of coffee too. The first time you did it, he was skeptical and took a tentative sip first before thanking you. But, as you seemed to be "good enough" to his very high standards, he was very quick to appreciate your company and you would even say, you became friends..(which is the highest form of honorary title coming from Five.)

Five *when you bring him a cup of coffee* : "Please. Stay. Forever, if possible ?"

Norman is actually your twin. I'm not kidding.

Loves grandpa sweaters.

Loves tea.

He is rather quiet and knows how to manage the slashers when the situation requires it. I think you would have a good relationship built on trust.

He would keep an eye on the slashers while you're away and he would let you keep an eye on the residents in his hotel if he has an emergency.

You would have a lot of different topics to talk about and even Mama Bates would warm up to you. Eventually.

You *already turned the kettle on* : "Do you want a cup of tea ?"

Norman *smiles at the proposition* : "Why thank you, my dear ! Absolutely !"

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I’m a pretty strong defender of Willow in Buffy but I do wonder if people realize that I do see her flaws.  I just think the show shouldn’t really have dealt with them

People have flaws. They don’t all get dealt with or take you over or everyone would be perfect or evil by the time they die.

It’s kind of like with Tim Drake in DC or Kitty Pryde in Marvel.

Fans joke about Future Tim constantly being Evil Gun Batman because of a bad future version of him in official canon.  There’s posts on here that call him morally grey at best.  People joke about him carrying a sticky note written by Batman to remind him of the Batffamily’s policy on murder.  The darkness is there and it’s recognized, but the current version of the character never actually succumbs to it

Similar with Kitty.  In the recent Sins of Sinister storyline, in the bad future it  was declared that stripped of her morals she was one of the cruelest mutants out there.  In the 80s villains with major plans loved the idea of corrupting her.  In the 90s they made her the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club in the Mutant X-verse.  And readers acknowledged some of it too.  X-men fanfic in the 90s made reference to it.  I remember one story where the writer had Wolverine say that if Kitty was kicked off the X-men for being to young, based on her personality and the life mutants lead she’d be back in five years acting like Emma Frost without the bleach  job(and based on timing this would have early 80s Emma) and another where instead of attacking Pete Wisdom when he sees him and Kitty kissing, Colossus realizes if Kitty didn’t want him kissing her she’d have force fed him his testicles. And then gotten angry

People see it acknowledge it, but the writers basically never intend for the bad turn to happen

#willow rosenberg #Kitty Pryde #Tim Drake #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #batman #DC comics #X-men #Marvel Comics