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romanosgirl1978 · 3 years

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Taking Over Me I

A/N: I have no idea what this is lol. I was bored at work and this is what came of it. Thank you to @fan-grell-411 for beta reading it and @pascalslittlebrat for giving me a reason to continue writing it. Hope you like it my dear, and I promise things will happen in later chapters.

Max Phillips x Reader

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Warnings: Talks of sex, Reader has a partner but no cheating

Summary- While at work you and your co-worker, Jennet get on the topic of sex. What happens when your boss, Max Phillips, overhears? (This will probably be changed later)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

"I am not telling you," you groan, hanging your head. "Come on. There's not one guy in the office you would let rail you?" Jennette asks, laughing. "Look I have Alex. I really don't see why I should have to answer that," you deflect, trying not to look at her. You already feel warm and desperately try to steer your mind away from the dreams that have plagued you for the past week. "So? It's just a what if type of question. No harm done and you know I wont tell anyone." She says and leans towards you. "You're not letting this go are you?" You ask, defeated. "Not a chance in hell," she smirks back. Rolling your shoulders, you start to turn your chair towards her and give her a random name. *Max walks in to check on the progress. Jennette behind right shoulder* "Good Morning ladies," he calls leaning against the side of your desk. Fuck "Morning Mr.Phillips," Jennette chirps, grinning. You give him a small smile and duck your head back to your computer. "And how are you looking on payroll, sweetheart?" He asks, turning his eyes to you. You clear your throat and ignore the smirk you feel burning against the side of your head from your reaction to him. "Almost done. Just waiting on confirmation for a few more things. It should be done before lunch. I'll email you before I send it through." Max grins and claps his hands. "Wonderful. But just feel free to drop the report by my office before you go to lunch." "Yes, Mr.Phillips," you nod. He tilts his head and gives you a wounded look, hands clutched over his heart. "Please ladies. Max. No need to be so formal." He winks before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. Silence falls over the small office for a few minutes as he walks away and you can only hope Jennette would drop it. Your hopes are soon crushed when she hits your shoulder with a small stack of papers repeatedly. "No. Fucking. Way." You groan and let your head drop to your desk. She laughs loud enough you're sure everyone in the building can hear and you turn to shush her. "Okay fine. Yes. I would let Max rail me," you hiss quietly, trying to shut her up. "But it's not gonna happen it's never gonna happen and you're not gonna tell anyone." "Okay okay," she says, raising her hands defensively. "I won't tell anyone else," she smirks. You massage your temples and turn back to your computer. This is gonna be a looonnggg day, you sigh to yourself. ~~ Lunch rolls around and you grab your purse and the files that Max had requested. You could do this. Just walk in, set the files on his desk and get out. One foot in front of the other. You knock on the door once and it swings open, so you peek your head around. Max waves you in, phone pressed against his ear. “Yes of course,” he says, eyes watching as you walk towards him. “Everything is being set up for the meeting as we speak.” You hold the files up and set them on the corner of his desk. He nods and smiles, mouthing a small thanks before you turn on your heel and walk back out, closing the door behind you. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, you take the elevator down to the lobby to the small café down the block. ~~

"So how was your lunch with Max?" Jennette teases bumping your shoulder.

You roll your eyes. "Please. I just ran next door for a sandwich. Besides, he was on a phone call and, oh yeah, I'm taken," you snark before plopping down in your desk chair.

She rolls her eyes. "Someone's awfully defensive over a stupid question. What's going on?"

You groan and your head lolls to the side as you look at her. Sighing you dig the heel of your hands into your eyes. "It's nothing. Just haven't been sleeping very well."

"Dreaming about a certain boss?" She jokes.

When you don't immediately throw any kind of sass back at her, her eyes widen. "No way. How long?"

"All week."

Her jaw drops. "Are we talking about the kinda dreams I think we're talking about?"

You shake your head, a small whine in your voice when you answer. "Worse."

"What? How much worse?"

There's a reluctance in your eyes that she must pick up on.

"I just…. Is…. Like a full on wet dream?" She whispers.

"Can you not say that out loud," you commiserate. "I already feel bad enough, even though that only happened… like twice," you cringe.

"You can't always control your dreams," she tries to reassure.

"I know that. But I just want them to stop. They make me feel guilty when I wake up. Alex is so great."

She nods. "It's not like you're actually doing anything though. And it's not like you're planning to. You're not... planning to... are you?"

You groan and shake your head. "No. Of course not. That's not fair to Alex. I just want the dreams of Max to stop."

"Are you and Alex still doing it?" She asks bluntly.

"Every now and then yeah. Not as often."

"Do they still get you off?"

"Technically…" You drag.

"What do you mean?"

You sigh and just turn to face her, leaning over her desk. "They make me feel good. We both finish and it’s decent…" you start to chew on your lip.

"But?" She prompts.

"But it's almost the same thing every time. And those dreams," you whine, a shiver going down your spine at the mere thought. "It's just… something different, ya know?"

"No I don't. They're your twisted dreams, but I get what you mean… I think." She pauses for a minute and looks you over. "But out of curiosity, how good are the dreams?"

You gulp and your eyes dart to the door, making sure no one is passing by before turning back to her.

"It's rough," you almost moan. "Hands and teeth and just," your eyes roll into the back of your head. "It's hard and fast and absolutely brutal. If it were real it would probably put me in the hospital," you joke. "Hes such an ass but he looks like he knows how to fuck."

She nods at your last comment. "So what are you gonna do?"

You scoff. "I'm going to ignore it. There's nothing else I can do. Nothing would even come of it if I did. You see how he is."

"Fair enough," she shrugs before getting back to work.

#max phillips #max phillips x reader #Pedro pascal #bloodsucking bastards #x reader #fanfic

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hamantha574 · 3 years

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Ola soy nueva y me gustaría conocer a gente me gusta FNF,jack stauber,soy muy habladora,te mandaré memes que me gustan,si te gustan las ranitas te daré fotos de ranitas uwu,mis artistas favoritos de misica son GRLwood,jack stauber,me gusta ver esos 4,missasinfonia,mr.Phillip,ded y eso es todo <3

#Spotify

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leopard-skin-pillbox-hat-ok · 5 years

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Watching Anne with an E

•Anne aka the most precious child:

•Gilbert Blythe:

•Marilla Cuthbert:

•Matthew Cuthbert:

•Jerry:

•Diana Barry:

•Ruby Gillis:

•Josie Pye:

•Billy Andrews:

•Mr.Phillips:

#anne shirley #anne with an e #shirbert #gilbert blythe #diana barry #ruby gillis #josie pye #lucy speaks

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misscellophane-ao3 · 4 years

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Story Title: Backstage (Ao3)

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Will Byers (Background Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers)

Summary: Will finally meets Jonathan’s band. He just wished his brother had the foresight to tell him how hot the guitarist was. (Modern AU/They are all 16-18)

Warnings: Light cursing (Barely any really)

Words: 2742

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“So, are you excited?” Jonathan asked as he glanced at his brother in the passenger seat.

Will rolled his eyes, “I’m meeting your weird emo garage band.”

Jonathan poked him in the side before returning his hand to the wheel, “It’s not a weird emo garage band. We play rock music.”

Will grinned at him, “I know. You’ve been talking about it for months now.”

Jonathan shrugged, shooting his brother a small grin, “It’s fun. I can’t wait to introduce you to the others.”

“I can’t wait to meet Steve.” Will said with a teasing smile.

Jonathan cleared his throat, he could feel his face heating up, “Yeah, yeah. Steve’s cool. I think you’d like him.”

“Not as much as you, I bet.”

“Will!” Jonathan groaned.

Will laughed brightly.

...

To be honest, Will wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Jonathan asked him to join him for band practice. He had known his brother had joined a band a few months back, how could he not? It really was all Jonathan talked about lately. But besides Jonathan, he didn’t really know anyone in the band. He had heard a lot about Steve though. Steve with the cool hair, Steve “the ladies man” Harrington, Steve who acts cool but is a huge dork (Jonathan’s words), Steve Steve Steve.

Honestly, Will rolled his eyes, Jonathan was worse than him when it came to hiding a crush.

“Who else is even in this band?” Will asked suddenly, the thought hitting like a brick. How was he supposed to meet these people when he didn’t even know their names?

“I talk about them all the time and you don’t know?” Jonathan sighed, “And here I thought you actually listened to me.”

Will shrugged, “I haven’t listened to you in years.” He pointed out with a grin.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, an amused smiled tugging at his lips, “Right.”

“Anyway, Band?” Will prompted.

Jonathan hummed, “Right, well, there’s me obviously. I play the drums. Then there’s Steve who is the lead singer, he also plays guitar. Jane or El as we call her, plays the bass and sometimes the piano. Then there’s Mike. He’s the lead guitarist and is the backup vocals. Sometimes El plays back up vocals too.”

“So, You, Steve, El and Mike?” Will repeated curiously.

Jonathan nodded, “Yup.”

Will nodded, “Anything else I didn’t hear you say before?”

Jonathan shrugged again, “I don’t know. Uh, El and Mike used to date but now they’re just good friends. Steve used to date Nancy, Mike’s sister. It’s how they met. Uh, we had another member, Dustin. But he had to move due to his dad's work. He still has a spot in the band though if he ever moves back.”

Will nodded, “So, the usual band drama. Got it.”

“It’s not- “

“Drama.” Will repeated firmly.

...

Jonathan pulled up to Steve’s house, his stomach in knots. It wasn’t necessarily because he was nervous. He just- it was Steve. And he was Jonathan. And he had never felt like this for anybody before. Sure, he had crushes. Hell, he had a crush on Nancy! But this was different somehow. Jonathan didn’t really want to dwell on why though, He wasn’t really ready for that.

Will nudged him, pulling him out of his thoughts, “You okay?”

Jonathan notes concern hiding in between amusement and exasperation.

He stared at his brother for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.”

Will nodded and got out of the car.

Jonathan took a moment to collect his thoughts as he turned the car off and got out, following after his brother at a sedate pace.

“So, what are your band-mates like?” Will asked as they headed to the door.

“Wow, you really didn’t listen to a word I said over the past five months huh.” Jonathan teased.

...

Will felt a hint of embarrassed guilt creeping up on him. He honestly didn’t mean to ignore everything his brother had said, he just had been really busy himself with the art festival coming up.

Jonathan must have noted the look on his face as a fond smile tugged at his lips as he shook his head, “It’s fine Will. You’ve been busy yourself lately.” He said as he knocked on the door, “How’s that going by the way? You finish that portrait yet?”

Will groaned, “Don’t remind me! I haven’t started on it yet. I just can’t decide who I want to sketch and It’s due in two weeks! Why did I agree to do the art festival for extra points?” Will complained.

Jonathan laughed and patted his shoulder as the door opened, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Hey, Johnny boy! I don’t know what you guys are talking about but you shouldn’t sweat it. Things always work out eventually.” The guy, Will guessed this was Steve based off the light flush and shy smile on Jonathan’s face, said to him then turned to Jonathan, “You made it! And you brought your brother.”

Will nudged Jonathan in the side and his brother jerked slightly before clearing his throat awkwardly, “Uh, right yeah. Steve this is Will. Will, Steve.” He uselessly gestured between the two.

“Nice to meet you. Steve.” Will greeted with a slight playfulness in his tone. The embarrassed narrowed eyed look he got from his brother was so worth it.

Steve grinned at him, “Yeah, you too man. Jon talks about you all the time! I’m honestly surprised you hadn’t come by before.” He stepped back so they could finally walk into the house.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve been busy.” Will said as he looked around the large house. Holy shit. Everything looked so expensive, just how rich was his parents?

“The art thing right?” Steve asked as they headed down the hallway to another door that leads to the basement where they practiced.

Will nodded “Ah, yeah. Yeah, it’s a real pain but I enjoy it.” He replied.

“I get you. It’s the same thing with music for me. I mean, I gotta practice but sometimes I just don’t want to you know?”

Will hummed in agreement, his eyes flickering around the room. There was a drum kit, guitar stands and a microphone set up in the corner, a few amps surrounding it, across from a large couch and mini-fridge. There was a girl currently sitting on the couch munching on what looked like an eggo. She looked up at the sound of their arrival, her eyes dark and piercing. Will almost felt like she was looking right into his soul.

“Hey, El! This is Will, Jon’s brother. Will, meet El. She’s the resident psychic.”

Will blinked in confused surprise, “The what?”

“For the last time, I’m not psychic. You’re just easy to read.” Her voice was soft, calm, pleasant to listen to.

“I’ll believe that as soon as you stop doing freaky shit.” Steve shot back.

Jonathan rolled his eyes before he greeted El politely, “Hey El, Mike here yet?”

El shook her head, “He said he was gonna be a little late. He had to drop off Holly at her friends for a sleepover.”

Steve huffed, “He always has excuses.”

El turned her gaze onto him, “Funny, you live here yet you are also late eight out of ten times.”

Steve opened and closed his mouth, “ I- well- I-shut up.” He turned his face away with a small pout.

El’s lip twitched upwards. Will noted Jonathan had a small grin on his face too.

Before anyone else could say anything the door to the basement slammed open and a voice yelled down, getting louder as they got closer, “I’m here! I’m here! I’m here!”

“You’re late!” Steve said with a stern look.

Will turned in time to see a head of curly back hair jump down the last two steps, he curled over a bit as he gasped for air, “I’m not late. You’re just early.” He retorted, looking up.

Will swallowed thickly.

‘Holy shit.’ He thought as the beauty in front of him straightened and swiped some hair out of his eyes.

El giggled, “You said that to Mr.Phillips today too when you were late to Bio.”

The gorgeous person in front of him, who could only be Mike, shot El a grin and a wink, replying with, “Must be true then.”

Will could feel his cheeks heating up as Mike turned his gaze onto him.

“Well hello there. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m sure I would have remembered a pretty face like yours. I’m Mike.”

Jonathan nudged him with a grin, “This is my brother Will.” He said for him as Will’s brain seemed to turn to mush.

Mike’s eyes lit up with recognition, “Oh! The one you talk about all the time? I’ve been wanting to meet you.” He walked over to Will and the closer he got the more Will felt like he was gonna melt right into the floor. He thankfully stopped about a few feet away from him, giving Will some breathing room, then his statement processed and Will flushed even darker.

“You have?” Will was so glad his voice didn’t crack on him. He wouldn’t be able to stand the embarrassment.

Mike nodded with a bright grin, it made him look even more beautiful, “Yeah! Jonathan always talks about you. He said you were a nerd like me.”

Will’s brain halted. No way. There was no way this amazing and handsome and beautiful guy was a nerd like Will, there was just no way.

“Oh yeah, Mike likes D&D too Will.” Jonathan added, nudging his arm again, “He also is a huge Star Wars fan.”

Mike shrugged with an embarrassed look on his face and he rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’m a huge dork.”

Will shook his head quickly, “No! I mean, I am too so like, uh, there isn’t any problem with it. To me anyway. I mean, it’d be pretty hypocritical of me to judge you based on things I like too so, uh, yeah.” As soon as he realized he was rambling he snapped his mouth shut.

Mike thankfully didn’t seem put off by it, and merely laughed, “Yeah, I get you. Thanks.” He smiled again and Will felt like he had ascended to heaven.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Yeah, yeah. Cool.”

‘Yeah, yeah. Cool? What the hell, Will!’ He thought to himself, ‘Could you sound any stupider?’

“I heard you play the guitar? That’s cool.”

Apparently he can.

Mike nodded, “Yeah. I’ve got good hands.” He said with a wink.

Will’s brain short-circuited. Was-was he flirting!?

“I’m sure you do too. From being an artist.” Mike added with what was almost a playful smirk.

“Uhm. I-I guess. Though I-I doubt it compares to you.” Will replied as casually as he could. He was still processing the earlier statement but immediately was horrified once he realized what he had replied with.

‘Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell? Why am I so dumb? Way to go Will. He’s gonna think you are so weird.’

“I could show you sometime?” Mike said with another wink and flick of his hair.

‘Wait, what?’

Startled out of his thoughts, Will could only squeak out an “Oh. Really?”

“Yeah, playing the guitar isn’t that hard. I’m sure you could easily pick it up.” Mike chimed brightly, flicking a piece of hair out of his eyes again.

Oh. Oh. That was what he meant. Will was just gonna go jump into a volcano now.

“I don’t know. I’m not much of a musician.”

“That’s alright! I could show you.” Mike easily replied.

El giggled from her seat on the couch and said so quietly Will wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear, “I’m sure that’s not the only thing you want to show him.”

Will ignored her and tried valiantly to cool his face down, “I wouldn’t be any good.” He weakly replied.

Mike shrugged, “I wasn’t either at first. But it’s all good. You don’t have to play, just thought it’d be fun.” Mike shot him another grin, “Guess you can watch me instead.” Mike winked again, “If you want to.”

Oh. Oh my god. He was definitely flirting.

...

He had to hold back a laugh as Will pretty much gawked at Mike the moment he saw him. He was definitely going to be teasing his brother about his reaction to Mike later.

To be honest, Jonathan kind of expected this. Mike was objectively a good looking guy and definitely Will’s type but actually seeing it in person was hilarious. Will was as red as a tomato and stammering like a fool while Mike had a slight flush to his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. He figured Will was far too shocked by the sudden flirting to notice how awkward Mike was being though. Mike kept swiping his hair out of his face, almost stammering his words and winking far too much. He had never seen Mike so obviously and awkwardly flirt with someone before, even with El.

It was honestly kinda adorable.

Steve nudged him with a grin, “Is it just me or are they flirting?” He asked quietly.

Jonathan glanced at him then to Will and Mike then back to Steve with a smile, “Definitely flirting.”

...

Later during the night as they were taking a break, Mike sat next to El on the couch and watched Will, a bright smile on his face, talk to Steve and Jonathan.

El rolled her eyes playfully as Mike continued to stare at Will from across the room “You’re gawking again.”

“I am not.” Mike scoffed but didn’t look away from Will, eyes tracking the movement of Will's hands as he pushed some hair out of his eyes as he laughed.

El hummed “Sure. And I’m actually psychic.” She stated dryly.

Mike rolled his eyes and finally turned to her “Okay, fine but can you blame me? It’s Will.”

El smiled at him “Yeah, just Will. The guy you have been crushing on since you first noticed him in 4th grade.”

Mike gently shoved her arm playfully “Shut up.”

She laughed at him “Are you gonna tell him?” She asked.

“Tell him what?” Mike asked absently as he turned back to look at Will. Steve was currently, it seemed, telling him about the story of how he first got his guitar if the constant gesturing and occasional loud word Mike managed to catch was anything to go by. Jonathan was smiling at Steve as he spoke and Will would nod every now and then politely but he didn't seem as interested in the topic. Though Mike doubted anyone could be as interested in whatever Steve says as much as Jonathan.

“That you’re a huge dork who’s had a gigantic crush on him for years?” El suggested, “Or maybe that you were the one to stick that cheesy poem in his locker in 6th grade? Or wrote a whole song about him? Or maybe that you-“

Mike pressed a hand against her mouth, his cheeks bright red and eyes wide “Shhh, are you crazy? What if he hears?” He glanced at the male in question worriedly, as if he could hear them whispering from across the room. He was still standing with Jonathan and Steve, nodding along to whatever they were talking about now.

El rolled her eyes again, pushing his hand off her face “He obviously likes you back Mike. I don’t see the problem. Besides, you started flirting with him the moment you saw him.”

Mike cleared his throat “Yeah, but he probably just thought I was being weird.”

El stared at him with a look of disbelief “Oh my god. You are an idiot. Why did I ever date you?”

“Hey!” Mike complained.

“Hey you two! Stop conspiring and come practice.” Steve called over to them. They turned to see Steve waving them over as Jonathan patted his brother on the shoulder, whispering something to him that made him pink a little and shove Jonathan, who just laughed and patted his shoulder again before heading towards his drum set.

“Coming!” El replied and slapped Mike on the shoulder, “Good luck.” And added with a lowered voice as she walked away, “Poor Will.”

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean!?" Mike called after her, offended.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." She replied with a wave of her hand, "Hopefully."

#stranger things #byler #byeler #Mike’s whole pov in this would pretty much be -#oh my god its Will!!! quick act like you dont know him so you’re not too obvious #he is so cute oh my god!!!#am I flirting too much?? why the hell did i say that about hands?#wait is he flirting back? no mike couldn't be that lucky #abort abort! back it up mike back it up! you are being too obvious and will scare him away #great now he thinks i just really want to teach him the guitar #and just overall gay panic #Cell writes #I did a few small edits on this

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stephentraceyfan · 1 year

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Oh my GOD this LIVE with Lucas and Stephen was SO SO SO CUTE. I love them. BRING BACK ANNE.

#stephen tracey #stephentracey #anne with an e #lucas jade zumann #mr. phillips #mr.phillips #gilbert blythe #anne of green gables #fit hunk #the expanse #good sam cbs #gayhot #gay boys #gay men #gay #anne shirley cuthbert

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quewea · 23 days

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Headcanon...de Mr. phillip?

okey se que es raro y que talvez phillip ya tenga lore para su propio personaje pero mientras màs contenido veo de phillip màs incrementa mi headcanon, mismo con el que sofi me ha estado aguantando... tengo una obsesion algo "LEVE" con los aviares y bueno mi headcanon lo demuestra Primero que nada, como surgio esto?, bueno antes pensaba que seria un un buena referencia para aprender a dibujar aves y aviares hasta que se me cruzo a la mente (sofi esta harta de mi help-), si phillip fuera un aviar...de que especie seria? bueno como se demuestra phillip ah estado relacionado con missa quien es representado por un esquelecto, osea cercano a temas goticos, y phillip demuestra cierto interes al demostrar que es fan de este mismo aparte de ser fan de missa de por si, ademas de su buena comunicacion con mafer quien seria una sirena en mi headcanon (esto es por su skin, aunque lo digo asi ya que no se exactamente que seria mafer en si...una mujer dentro de un tiburon? o una sirena tiburon?), quien oh vaya, esta relacionado tambien con el trabajo de ahogar a hombres descuidados! asi que mientras màs veia y le contaba a sofi le dije que si phillip tuviera un lore echo por mi- el seria un aviar de lechuza o mejor dicho un raiquèn, quien segun google: El raiquén es un ave nocturna que en la mitología chilota tiene un papel sobrenatural. Algunos autores lo asimilan a una lechuza y otros a un pájaro que se acerca a las personas en los caminos

ademas de que aveces miro a mr. phillip y aveces me recuerda a una lechuza mirando algo que le gusta o se siente bien, y esto se incrementa cuando se le busca una relacion entre missa y phillip cubitos, si esque interactuan y nos preguntamos (en irl si se nos conto ya varias veces como se conocieron) como se conocieron y porque phillip en el squidgames 2 en minecraft estaba atento tanto de missa como de german, aunque en cierto modo especificandose en missa, pues seria que como missa era un segador o un esquelecto llego a conocer a un aviar de lechuza similar a el, solitario y rodeado de muerte, la misma muerte les trajo la tristeza, y la misma muerte les trajo una amistad divertida y comunicativa màs informacion de google: Según la creencia popular, la lechuza es un ave desgraciada compañera de las brujas como el mochuelo y se las clavaba sobre las puertas de las granjas para paralizar al diablo, del cual se decía que tomaba a menudo su forma, esto me da una idea de que phillip fue despreciado por estas creencias (recordemos que hay algunos creyentes que ...son muy salvajes con sus creencias), asi que siempre fue despreciado y marginado por ser un aviar acompañante de brujas, pero al ser tratado por un igual y de forma amigable por missa provoco que el interior aviar de phillip se sintiera aceptado por su persona y no por los rumores ademas de que no lo intento clavar contra una pared o de dañarlo solo provoco cierta paz la comunicacion fue importante y finalmente provocando esa union de confianza y admiracion ya sea romantico o platonico, eso ya es desicion de usted de como verlo cierta imagen mental que no me puedo quitar es el echo de que phillip avisa a missa de su llegada haciendo sus tipicos sonidos de lechuza o el aleteo de sus alas, otro caso que me imagino esque missa aprendio a acicalar alas fue gracias a phillip debido a que las alas de las lechuzas son de por si largas,que son relativamente puntiagudas, y con una envergadura de alrededor de 90 cm, ahora imaginate un aviar de lechuza que mide alrededor de 1,79 y de alas grandes, sin duda es algo problematico si el aviar es phillip, pero apesar de todo se deja acicalar las alas por missa, debido a la confianza que le tiene y aprecio (como recompenza le trae cosas brillantes o objetos que le ayude, o espanta a las personas que hacen sentir mal a missa, posandose en el techo de sus casas a proposito para que crean que les pasara algo malo, y claro, graznir) ademas esta el echo de que si combinamos el headcanon de que missa sea un segador que le sirva a la santa muerte o mictlan, o incluso un miembro familiar de esta deidad, esta el echo de que como aviar de lechuza, por creencias, phillip aviar! sea uno de los náhuas o aviares de lechuza, al igual que los aviares de búho, sean aves de mal agüero y mensajeros de Mictlantecuhtli Señor del Inframundo (otra forma que se conocieron fuera porque missa se encargaba de recoger las almas que phillip señalaba y graznia que moririan esa hora, mañana,tarde,o noche, provocando la misma serie de: tu me ayudas y yo te ayudo) en fin.....ire a dibujar a phillip como un aviar de lechuza o no me quedare tranquilo

#phillip aviar mi religion #mr.phillip headcanon #missasinfonia

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