#prom comic will have to wait

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Happy new year! Hope you had a good time! Here’s a cute idea for toddler! -adult Reader,the family finds out reader has a crush, the boy like any other toddler does the whole “cooties” thing and does his own thing. This doesn’t stop reader and she blows him a kiss while leaving kindergarten annoying the boy. The whole family thinks it won’t last long but they grow up together and end up getting married and have a child

(reader is smug as hell when she managed to make the boy whipped for them and boasts to her family about achieving a real life slow burn. Aphrodite taught her well)

-Oh, gods no- he couldn’t believe it- he didn’t want to believe it! Watching you, his precious little angel, the light of his life, blowing a kiss to a boy in your class, bidding him goodbye with a bright smile while the boy looked repulsed by your actions.

-You held the hand of (Favorite) who was the one picking you up from school today, as he had turned pure white, turning into a shell of himself from shock.

-When you arrived home you greeted everyone with a huge smile, beaming as they returned it before they noticed (Favorite) there, looking lost and defeated.

-You went to Eve in the kitchen, who had your after-school snack waiting for you, thanking her and she sat with you, talking about your day.

-A deep rumbling was heard in the living room, where everyone else was, you looked around, confused as to what was going on before Brunnhilde walked in, amused, “Y/N- is there a boy at school you have a crush on?”

-You looked proud of yourself, your little fists on your hips, “I do- B/N is really nice to me and teaches me about dinosaurs! But he doesn’t like sitting to close- says I have cooties.” The two women were instantly laughing, thinking it was hysterical, while the men in the other room were planning several different ways to deal with B/N if he were to ever hurt you.

-Your family watched you, year by year, blossoming into a beautiful young lady, but they also watched your love for B/N grow- every dance you went with him, you cheered him on at his rugby games, despite not dating.

-B/N was a fighter, not wanting anything to do with girls, but when you finally started leaving him alone, he was the one who came after you, asking you to come to his games.

-He was your date for prom and after the biggest dance of high school, he finally asked you out- which was surprising to all of your friends and classmates, who had believed the two of you had been dating for years now.

-Watching you go out on actual dates, not just friend-dates, as you had been calling them, your family couldn’t help but… follow you, as they wanted to make sure that you were safe. It was rather comical, seeing you and B/N passing by, then a large group of people, badly disguised, following from a distance.

-When you brought B/N over to meet your family officially, all of them and not just a few here and a few there- B/N was a little intimidated, seeing so many people, but he was quick to win a few of them over, smiling at you, “You have so much love, Y/N.” which made you beam brightly at him.

-Your wedding was rather eventful, as there were some of your family members trying to convince you to run away and others were trying to convince him to run (chase him off).

-When you walked down the aisle, your family was elated, cheering loudly for you which made you smile, while B/N was stunned stiff, staring with huge wide eyes which made you grin.

-The wedding was lovely as well as the reception, but you put Brunnhilde on guard duty- not letting certain people get to say speeches unless you were right there with them, as you knew better.

-When you got a turn, you looked so smug, looking at B/N, “I remember when I first told you that I liked you, you said I had cooties and you ran off, saying you would never be with me. I win!”

-The reception hall filled with laughter, including B/N’s who knew that you were right before you thanked your family and your friends, thanking them for being there for you and B/N.

-You then lifted your glass to one last person, “Lastly, I would like to thank Aphrodite- you were right, a slow burn romance tastes so much sweeter!”

-Cheers went around the room as Aphrodite looked smug herself, enjoying the shoutout before you led everyone in a toast.

-A month later, you were pouting in your family home, being doted on by Shiva’s wives and Eve, after you and B/N came by to tell them that you were pregnant. You were pouting because the men all chase B/N down the street, throwing threats at him for touching you in such a way.

-Looks like it was only going to get more wild from here!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

[carnivalteller]

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

billy loomis/reader/stu macher

summary: you’re exploring new relationships after a rough breakup with one of the more ‘popular’ boys.

tags: arguments, jealousy, crying, emotional hurt/comfort, eventually making up, protective billy and stu, small fights, toxic ex boyfriends, brooke and emma are good friends

recap: Billy digests his best friend’s words. Sidney, or the two people that provide him with shelter when his asswipe dad and deadbeat mom throw him out, the people who hold him and laugh with him… the people he’s grown to care for. “Whatever man.” Billy grumbles, getting up. “Don’t go, dude…” Stu sighs, yet Billy leaves, shutting your door behind him. He wouldn’t go far, Stu knew that. He’d probably go for a walk and clear his head then come back. Melting into your hold, Stu decides on taking a quick nap, tired after the confrontation. He can only hope that things smooth over.

🎪 please do not repost, plagiarise or translate my work, even with ‘credit’. reblogs and feedback are okay/appreciated! recommendations to other people on other platforms is okay/incredibly sweet :) ty!

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Billy didn’t come back that night. Stu explained to you briefly why and what had transpired. You were upset, as you had the right to be, yet Stu was nice about it. The two of you decided on going to the local coffee shop, and Stu gets to know your friend Emma a little more. She’s sweet and gives you both your coffees on a ‘friend-discount’. The two of you chat briefly before leaving before you held up a line, and Stu notices you seem a little happier. He has no shame holding your hand in public. The two of you weren’t entirely official, yet you both kind of enjoyed the PDA. Billy never indulged it, always rather standoffish in public. You never pressure him, giving him a kind smile and only sometimes gently touching his arm or back in public when he’s busy doing something.

You and Stu walk into the local DVD store- which doubled as a comic store too, deciding on picking some new horror movies for the typical movie night you all held every Friday. You’ve stepped away, letting the ‘horror movie connoisseur’ (as Stu called himself) do his work. You’re browsing new issues of comics, none of them really catching your eye as you wait for Stu to come over. “Y/n?” A familiar voice makes your blood run cold, and you tense. You don’t turn, pretending not to have heard him. “Y/n, is that you?” A hand grasps your shoulder, forcing you to face him. Chandler. Your asshole ex boyfriend who left you high and dry on prom night whilst he banged Jennie Hawkins in the locker room. You were so lucky Stu and Billy were there for you. “What do you want, Chandler?” You ask, pulling away. “Look, babe- I’m so sorry-“

“Oh my God, don’t even right now. Get away from me!” You interrupt, pushing him slightly. Chandler doesn’t move, and keeps going. “Would you just listen? It was a one time thing!” He complains, grabbing both your arms in a tight grip. “Really? Because Brooke said otherwise. Did you really forget she was friends with Jennie for a while.” You deadpan, pushing against his chest; only for Chandler to tighten his grasp. It was beginning to hurt, so much you thought he might leave bruises. “That bitch doesn’t know anything! Come on, babe- don’t you trust me?”

“Get the fuck off her man!” Another voice snaps, pulling Chandler from you, yet almost pulling you with him. Shocked, your ex lets go, stumbling into a rack of comics and tumbling everything into clutter on the floor. “What the fuck dude?!” Chandler straightens up, puffing out his chest. “What the fuck is right, you didn’t hear her? She doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Billy snaps, ready to swing. “Oh- I know you. Billy Loomis, right? Town heartthrob.” Chandler chuckles, jutting his finger into Billy’s chest. The other narrows his eyes, readying to fight, even if everyone was looking. “You definitely stole her from me.” Chandler snarks, and Billy huffs out a sour laugh. “Nah, man. Not me, but thanks for the opportunity.” Billy gives a smile, it’s teasing and mocking. Chandler grows red in the face. “Oh yeah? If you didn’t steal her from me-“

“Hey, man. She’s not an object. Quit talking about her like that!” Stu frowns, approaching behind Chandler. All focus shifts to him. “She’s my girlfriend!” Chandler snaps, and Billy huffs out a laugh. “Not anymore she’s not.” He crosses his arms. “Didn’t we make that clear on prom night?” He reminds, and Chandler lets out a sour laugh. “You’re fucking both of them aren’t you, whore?” You sink back a little, back hitting the shelf. You want the world to swallow you whole and never spit you out again. “I knew it. I fucking knew it! Whatever. You’re fucking ugly and bad at giving head anyway. Enjoy my sloppy seconds freaks.” Chandler goes to storm off, but Billy snatches his shoulder, fist connecting with your ex’s mouth with a satisfying crack. Chandler stumbles to the floor, cradling his jaw in pain as he whines. A few choked noises escape his mouth as he attempts to talk, blood spilling past his lips. Billy leans down to his level, face close to his. “Enjoy broken teeth, asshole.” He snarls, grabbing your hand tightly as he extracts you from the crowd that had gathered. Stu decides on spitting at Chandler and flipping him off before trailing after the two of you.

“What the fuck-“ you begin, yet Billy raises his hands. “Look- Stu probably told you everything but I wanna say I’m sorry.” He tells you, and you scoff out a laugh. “Okay, sure. You’re ‘sorry’, but that doesn’t excuse assaulting my ex!” You complain, and Billy laughs. “He’s a fucking prick! You know that better than anyone!” He argues, gesturing with his hand. You notice some blood seeping from his knuckles and sigh. “He is, but you can get into serious trouble if he presses charges!” You cross your arms, noticing Stu lingering by. “Look, whatever, thank you for helping me… but I have a quick question.” You state, not letting him respond. “If you didn’t come back to mine last night, where were you?” You ask, relishing the silence. You already knew the answer. “So I went to Sidney’s so what?” Billy replies, and you let out a short laugh. “You slept with her, didn’t you?” You challenge, narrowing your eyes. Billy falls silent, not openly wanting to admit the truth. You roll your eyes, pulling his collar away from his neck. “You fucking slept with her. Are you kidding?! I couldn’t give a rats ass if you wanted to truly be with her but don’t give me false hope in the meantime!” You snap, eyes watering a little as you storm off. Stu gives Billy a sad look before jogging after you. “Baby, wait up.” He calls, falling into step beside you. “Come on, let’s go back to the café. You’re upset.” He mumbles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and gently rubbing your arm.

You end up in the far end café booth, crying softly as Emma and Brooke sit across from you and Stu. “He sounds like a cunt.” Brooke deadpans, pushing her cuticles back with a wooden stirrer. “Brooke!” Emma gasps, nudging her. “What? He does.” The blonde responds, glancing at Stu who sighs a little. “He can be, but still- he’s a good person.” He defends, unsure if he even can. “Is he? Do good people cheat?” Brooke asks sarcastically, watching Emma get up. “I’m gonna get everyone a refill.” She sighs, picking up the mugs. “Oh, Ems! Get me a strawberry and cream frappe please.” Brooke smiles innocently, “and an extra hot chocolate for y/n.” She adds on, grasping your hands and laying them before her on the table before grabbing some nail polish from her purse. “It’s self care time, baby, don’t worry.” Brooke smiles, gently patting your hands. You smile a little, sniffling. “Thanks, Brooke.”

“No problem.” The popular girl chirps, carefully pressing back your cuticles and deciding on filing your nails before applying the first coat. “Don’t get that everywhere or my boss will kill me!” Emma scolds, setting the drinks down. “Yeah, yeah. We won’t.” Brooke waves her off, blowing on your wet nails. You nudge Stu’s outer thigh with your knee, meeting his gaze with your watery one. You smile, it’s weak and small. “Thanks for coming after me, Stu. You didn’t have to.” You tell him, and he smiles brightly. “Of course I would. I couldn’t just let you wander around and get lost or hurt or harassed, or something.” Stu shrugs, leg linking with yours under the table. You carefully pick up your mug, sipping your coffee. “Uh, oh… trouble at 12 o’clock.” Brooke mumbles, sipping her frappe as she looks over your shoulder. You turn, and sure enough Billy is there. “Aw he brought flowers… maybe he is sorry.” Emma mumbles as Stu untangles his leg from yours, getting up to confront his best friend. You turn away from Billy’s kicked-puppy look, paying attention to Brooke as she begins telling a story.

“What’re you doing here man?” Stu asks, voice tired. “I uh… I ran all over town looking for you guys. I wanted to say I’m sorry, to both of you.” He mumbles, averting his saddened gaze. “I was just… mad… I had no where else to go, so I went to Sid’s.” He sighs, and Stu chuckles a little. “You did have somewhere to go. You could of come back.” He challenges, and Billy flinches. “Yeah… you’re right.” He admits, plastic wrap around the flowers crinkling in his nervous grasp. “It’s alright, man… but I’m not the one you should apologise to.” Stu looks at you, watching you giggle with Emma and Brooke. “You’re lucky she’s not in meltdown mode, her friends are great.” He adds on, and Billy nods. Mulling up his courage, he approaches the table. Brooke gives him an unsure look as he stands next to the table. You dip your head a little, mood seemingly deflating a little. “I uh… I’m sorry, y/n.” He mutters, and Brooke plainly laughs at him. “That’s it? You cheated and that’s what you have to say?” She snarks, and Emma sighs. “Brooke…” she silently scolds, and she simply giggles. “Its okay, Billy.” You sigh, and he feels like the world just forgave him unanimously. “No, it isn’t.” Brooke snaps. Well, almost the whole world.

“No Brooke it’s fine. We’re not even official and I’m just a clingy mess. I’m sorry, Billy. You can see Sidney if you want to.” You sigh as Stu leans over the back of the booth, head resting atop your head. “No, don’t be sorry, you’re right. It’s stupid of me to even consider seeing Sidney… if I want to be involved with you, I’ve got to let her go.” Billy sits beside you, meeting your gaze. You give him a small smile as he hugs you tight, ignoring Emma’s soft ‘awe’. “Hey, what about me?” Stu jokes, hugging you both over the booth. “Um hello? What about my nails.” Brooke interrupts, and you pull away. “Sorry, Brooke.” You mumble, smiling at her as you give her your hands.

The day ends rather nicely, and you head home. Your mother’s car is in the driveway, and you smile. Walking inside, you let Stu close the door behind you all. “Mom..!” You call, and she peers around the border of the kitchen door. “Hey, honey! Have you brought friends?” She asks, dipping back into the kitchen. The smell of food fills your senses and so you walk into the kitchen. “Yeah. It’s Billy and Stu, remember? From prom night?” You ask, and your mother thinks for a brief moment. “Oh, of course. It’s hard to forget them.” She smiles, checking the oven. “What’re you making?” You ask, noticing how tired her eyes looked. “Your favourite, lasagna.” She smiles, and you perk up a little. “Thanks, mom.” You smile back, and she nods. “I try. This one isn’t homemade this time.” She jokes and you fondly remember the two of you crying with laughter over the mess of a lasagna. “There’s enough for your friends.” She states, glancing at the two as they awkwardly hover by the door. “Hi, mrs l/n. Been staying out of trouble.” Stu smiles, and she chuckles. “As long as you’ve been getting into plenty.” She replies teasingly, watching his smug smile rise. Her attention shifts to Billy, watching him shuffle anxiously. “Are you alright, hun?” She asks softly, and he immediately nods. “Yes, ma’am.” He responds, almost automatically. “Oh, dear. I’m way too young to be a ‘ma’am’. Sharon will do.” She smiles, and you chuckle as Billy nods.

“Stay out of trouble, and try not to make too much noise tonight! I’ve got to get up early!” Your mother calls up the stairs after dinner. “Yes, mom!” You reply, walking into your room with a large stretch. “Home sweet home.” Stu jokes, flopping onto your bed. “Throw me the movie, I’ll put it on.” Billy states as Stu rifles through his bag, throwing some new low-budget horror film his way. “This looks awful.” Billy deadpans as he examines the front cover. “Read the back, man. It seems interesting.” Stu replies as you join him on the bed. “Whatever you say.” Billy mutters, skimming over the blurb before putting it into your dvd player and turning on your tv. He joins the two of you, your body squished between them. “You staying tonight?” You ask softly, and Billy hums. “Yeah. I’m staying.” He responds, catching a glimpse of a small smile on Stu’s lips. “Great.” You mumble, wrapping your arms around his torso as you huddle into him. Billy hums, arm wrapping around your middle. Stu’s arms encase you both, as per usual, and as per usual you fall asleep about half an hour into the movie. Billy stays close to you, arms wrapped tightly around you. He feels happier with you than he has the past week talking with Sidney and he’s not planning on leaving you again.

#billy loomis x you #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x billy loomis #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x stu matcher #billy loomis #stu macher x reader #stu macher x y/n #stu macher #stu macher x you #poly ghostface #scream #scream 1996 #// 🎡 carnivalteller

[i-trash-about-things]

a.n.: I can't believe this took me 6 freaking months to write. It definitely doesn't live up for the hype, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow. In the mean time, I graduated! Actually went to prom! It kinda sucked, I really don't see the hype behind it!

Anyway, enjoy– and thank you for the patience to those that were interested in this story. If you're still interested by the end of this part– well, you'll know for yourself if there will be more lol ;)

Multiple perspectives (3rd and 1st person); Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; use of Y/N; Billy Hargrove Survived (but he isn't a racist piece of shit); Everyone might be OOC, sorry lol; swearing; light violence; mostly fluff; English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn’t make sense :p; no beta, we die like Vecna should’ve

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Third Time's The Charm.

Dustin’s day has been good, in his less than humble opinion.

School sucked the same as always, but hey! Everything other than that was actually pretty awesome!

His older sibling popping by on a whim wasn’t a rare occasion, far from it. When they first moved to college, he cried the whole day thinking he would only see them on Christmas, and now it’s like they never moved in the first place!

Well, maybe it’s because of the Upside Down thing and how they almost died about a million times in the last 4 years, but Dustin liked to believe it’s because they just love him very very much.

But, one thing actually did change.

Eddie.

“Dustin, my man, my favorite nerd, what a sight to the sore eye you are right now!”

Speak of the devil.

Him and Eddie have known each other for a while. I mean, how could he not when the metal-head has been his sibling's best friend for almost all his life?

And with the time to get used to each other, plus Dustin’s natural attentiveness and attention to detail, he can read this guy like the cheap rip-off comic of spider-man he is.

Eddie wants something.

“Is that a new upgrade to your walkie? Dude, that looks sick, what does it do?”

“Nothing, it’s just a normal radio actually.”

“Oh.”

A snort leaves his nose. Dustin shakes his head, setting the walkie talkie on the library table before looking up to his friend.

“You really aren’t subtle, my friend.”

“First things first: how dare you. Secondly-” Eddie pushes the nearest chair back, giving him enough space to sit on the old table. The notebook under him crinkles, but he just pushes it aside, clearly in too much of a rush to care about a random person’s notes. “I need your help.”

“If it’s about the whipped cream on Lucas’ backpack and his basketball shoes, it’s too late. The operation is already in motion.”

“Operation- wait, did you put whipped cream on Sinclair’s shoes?”

“What? No I didn’t. You didn’t hear that from me.”

“Mhm.” Eddie just sends Dustin a look, raising an eyebrow with just a very done expression on his eyes, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear anything.”

He leans closer, likes he’s about to tell the biggest secret of his life. The notes beneath his butt crumble further.

“It’s about your sibling.”

“Y/N? What they have to do with anything?”

“I’m gonna ask 'em to prom.”

If Dustin were drinking something, he would’ve done a spit take right now.

“WHAT?!”

“SHHHH!” The other school library attendees shush him, all glaring in their direction. Dustin flushes a little, curling into himself, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch.

“I want to take your older sibling to prom, Henderson. Like, real bad.”

“Dude!”

“What?!”

“That’s my sibling!”

“And my best friend! So??”

“So–” Dustin sputters. How does he even respond to that?!

Don’t get him wrong, of all the people he could’ve picked to compete for your hand, Eddie would always be his champion. His two favorite people??? Sign him up!

Doesn’t mean his into it, tho!

“Why?!”

“What do you mean ‘why’?! You’ve ever met ‘em?! They're the coolest most beautiful, and funniest person I’ve ever known! Why wouldn’t I want to take them to prom?”

“No, not that- why the change? I thought you wanted to go with Chrissy??”

That gets a reaction out of him.

Eddie flinches, looking away. He passes a hand through his hair, half hiding himself beneath the brown curls.

“Chrissy… She’s…”

Dustin does not like the hesitation. The kid crosses his arms over his chest, squinting up at Eddie with distrust.

“Look, I’m all for you going after my big sibling–”

“Really? That wasn’t what it looked like two seconds ago.”

Dustin squints further, frowning, and Eddie groans.

“Just keep going.”

“As I was saying, I don’t mind you taking my big sibling to prom… If you actually mean it.”

It’s his turn to frown, a mirror of Dustin’s expression, but in confusion and a little bit of offense.

“What? Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“You were just drooling over Chrissy, like, two days ago! I get you getting rejected, but don’t use them as a rebound, dude!”

“What?!”

“SHHHHH!” Strike two, the people around them shush them both again. Dustin doesn’t flinch this time, both him and Eddie a bit too enthralled in the topic at hand.

“How could you say that?! You know how much I care about Y/N!”

“I know that, but I also know how much they cares about you.”

“What does that has to do with anything?”

“Uh- Literally everything? What, you think you can just go and ask them all willy nilly to go to prom with you like it’s no big deal, and they won’t feel like it’s a big deal? Thye care, dude! What you say matters to them!”

Something in that makes Eddie pause, breath hitching on the tip of his tongue. He knew that, of course… Didn’t he?

His mind flashes back to the three years ago, just in the middle of prom season.

“Y/N Henderson, you did not–”

“Oh but I did! I did, despite it all!”

Eddie feels the bright afternoon sun on his back, the ever warming spring air making his hair and their hair flutter in the wind.

Today has been a weird day. His friends all seemed either jittery or smug, like they know something he doesn’t, a joke he didn’t get the punchline yet.

But the weirdest thing? His best friend wasn’t waiting for him by his parking spot.

At the end of class, he found a pretty envelope on his locker, attached to it a blue little flower– one of the few he recognizes. Forget-me-not’s.

“6 years sure go by fast. We’ve been through a lot in that time, didn’t we? And we will go through a lot more shit, knowing us like I do.

I was hoping you’d indulge me on a little game, just for old times sake.

Check the supply closet closest to you.”

From then on, he went on a surprisingly elaborate scavenger hunt. Passing through closets, to bathrooms, even checking in with his friends when the little clues told him to. Surely enough, each one handed him a new letter, and each one had a soft and excited smile on their lips.

After a good half hour of running around the school like a headless chicken, Eddie had accumulated enough clues to fill both his pockets and enough flowers for a small bouquet. The last letter sits on his hand as he dashes around the halls, a big smile on his lips.

“Ok, I promise this is the last one– for real this time, I swear.

This had been a rough year on you, but I was hoping to send it off with a bang. One last middle finger to the world before I have to leave you behind to fend for yourself in the lion’s den.

So, Edward Munson, meet me by the woods, in our usual spot.”

“Henderson, you absolute maniac!” Eddie all but jumps over the picnic table, practically throwing himself on his best friends arms. They don't even blink, only opening up and holding him. Firm, steady and warm. Their laughter feels like electricity and care all at once over his skin, and he breaks into goosebumps.

“Did you like it? Had any fun?”

“Hell yeah I did! How long have you been planning this, dude?!”

“Ah, who cares about that?” They flick their wrist, like trying to get rid of an annoying fly. Eddie’s way too used to their dismissive and nonchalant nature at this point, so he just laughs and hugs them close again.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

He can’t see, but their smile softens. The hold on him tightens, and they buries their face into the mess of his hair.

“You’re you. That’s more than enough.”

After a beat, they finally pull away from the other. Eddie doesn’t even questions at their dazed gaze, used to it at this point, even if he never truly knew the reason behind it. He squeezes their shoulders, still a little incredulous at the situation. Taking his little moment of silence as an opportunity, Y/N steps back and takes one last flower from their pocket. It’s a little bit beaten up after being squashed in the hug, but it makes Eddie’s heart feel tight anyway.

“Look, I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you. You’ve been through a lot of shit, dealing with shitheads like Carver and Hagan, and that you didn’t graduate, but… But I wanted to make the end a good memory, you know? Eat junk food, dress fancy for once in our lives, pretend that we’re the protagonists for once, you know?”

They take a deep breath, eyes locked on the little flower on their hand. It’s impossible to lift their head and finally gaze into the eyes of their best friend. The love of their life.

Bah, call 'em dramatic. They're already way too deep into this cheesy bullshit to care.

“So. Eddie. Eds. Angel. Would… You, maybe… Like to… Gotopromwithme??”

Well that was smooth.

Still, it doesn’t seem like he cares about their awkward stumbling.

Instead, he just pulls them into one more hug, laughing like a maniac.

“Yes! Of course I’d like to, you dumbass! You’re my best friend!”

And those words make their heart races and breaks, all at once.

They let the little blue flower fall to the ground, unbothered by the numbness on their fingertips.

“I know. You’re my best friend too, Eds.”

Eddie shakes his head, locks brushing against his nose at the intensity. This is a crisis for another time.

“I know, believe me. But I’m telling the truth! I don’t care about Chrissy, I legitimately want them to be my date!”

Dustin raises an eyebrow, feeling the genuine longing in Eddie’s tone. It’s a surprising match to his siblings, every time they talks about Eddie. That lingering bitter-sweetness in the end of the sentence, the longing in each and every word. He’s heard them rant and ramble, on and on, about the metal-head more time than Dustin feels like counting, he knows that tone. It’s a perfect match.

So, he sighs, leaning his head back against the library’s chair to the point his cap almost falls off.

“Fine, I’ll help.”

“Yes!”

“SHHHHH!”

…

Today was… Weird.

Maybe it was the way the sun was beating down my face, too hot for a spring day, maybe it was the fact that the 7-11 I passed by didn’t have my favorite slushy flavor, but something just seemed… A little off today. Like someone just tilted the world a little bit to the left.

I take a long drag from the cigarette between my lips, watching the shining sun from my spot by my car. Sitting beside me is none other than Billy Hargrove, the same glare up at the sky as mine.

It’s always funny hanging out with Billy by the school’s grounds. We used to beat each other up in this same parking lot, about two years ago! And now look at us, sharing a can of coke beneath the spring sky like two dads waiting for their kids after football practice.

“I can hear your brain about to cook up some weird shit to say, Henderson. Please keep it to yourself.”

I don’t even blink at his harsh tone, putting a sugary sweet expression and leaning to lay my head on his shoulder.

“Awn, I know you love my commentary.”

He’s quick to brush me off, with not nearly as much strength as he used to a few years ago.

“I’d rather hear the screams of children.”

All I can do is snort, laughing slightly before taking a sip of the can between us.

Billy is one of the only people acting somewhat normal today, same snarky responses that once made me lunge for his throat and same pissed off frown.

He’s also one of the few people I trust the most, funnily enough. What can I say, he’s seen the worst in me and somehow still sticks around- probably because I’ve seen the worst in him too, but still. Maybe that trust is what made me press the halfway burnt cigarette into the ground and turn to look back at him.

“Hey, dude?”

“Hm.”

“Is it just me or is everyone kinda off today?”

And to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he raised his own cigarette to his lips, taking a long and deep drag.

“Nope, just you.”

“Pfft, weird, something tells me your lying?”

“Something? What, like voices in your head? Damn, I knew you were crazy, Henderson, but this is new ground.”

“Billy.”

“… Hmph.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets, sunglasses tilting down just enough to see the look he sends me. I shake my head and he relaxes. There’s a small pause after that. He flicks the cigarette ash off, before glancing to me again.

“Look, it’s nothing you have to worry about, ok?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Last time you said that, you were possessed by a god damned spider monster thing.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m not. So chill out.”

Isn’t he sweet?

I chew on the inside of my cheek, breathing in slowly before letting out a long long sigh.

“Fine.” A pause. But then I turn to look at him again, with the most serious expression I can. “But if you are possessed again-”

“Fuck off.”

“Pfft-”

The loud ringing of the school bell quickly brings our attention back to the front doors of Hawkins High. Like clockwork, they open and the sea of teenagers roll out, flooding the parking lot. My eyes drift between faces, looking for any sign of my favorite club, but the first thing I catch is a familiar cap and a mess of red hair.

Dustin immediately runs up to me, his cap hitting me on his attempt at a dive hug. Max is not so far from him, but instead of the affection attack she just flips Billy the bird… which he quickly reciprocates, smirking.

The two types of siblings.

“Hey, Junior.” The sarcastic and rougher edge to my voice quickly melts off, turning to the normally sweeter and more relaxed tone reserved only for my little brother. Dustin immediately turns to me, smiling like he always does- but, of course, there’s something off.

“Hello there, older sibling figure.”

… ok.

I just let out a chuckle, a little weirded out. See? It can’t be just me, everyone’s acting all skittish for some reason. Did I miss the memo?

Max pushes Dustin’s cap over his eyes before he has the chance open his mouth again, her eyes literally screaming for him to shut up. Then, she turns to me.

“If he hurts you, tell me. I’ll kick his ass.”

“… What???”

The hell’s going on?

Dustin clears his throat, pushing his hat back and sending Max a half hearted glare.

“As I was about to say- Eddie told me to give you this.”

From the depths of his many pockets, he pulls a… letter? A note, better said, scribbled in a chicken scratch of a writing I know way too well.

Before I can open it, he quickly pulls me so I look at him again.

“I’m gonna catch a ride with Max today I’ll see you later ok bye-”

And he practically drags Max to Billy’s car… which she weirdly let’s him do. I look back at the blonde next to me… and he doesn’t even blink at the interaction, stepping on the rests of his cigarette before turning away from me without a word.

What…. the hell.

As the familiar camaro drives off the parking lot, leaving me to my lonesome by my truck, I glance down at the note in my hands. Crumpled notebook paper, with the little bits used to wrap around the spiral still attached, and that familiar handwriting.

After a huff of amusement, I open up the letter.

“Greetings, dear adventurer! It is I, Eddie the Pardoned (we really need to workshop that title).

This is your formal request to join in on an adventure through the ever changing land of Hawkins High school. Walk across the mighty and dangerous hallways where jocks once slammed our faces into lockers, or traverse into the terrifying lands we call the gym showers!

Follow the riddles and clues, and if you’re lucky, the gates of a whole new adventure shall open to those with brave and worthy hearts.

Good luck.”

“Dramatic dork.” I mumble beneath my breath, but the smile on my lips can only be described as disgustingly smitten.

I look over the note again, flipping it between my fingers. Surely enough, more writing in the back.

“Those who trail my path are the best liars, but also the most emotional of artists. The many nights you’ve spent between my walls, you were never quite yourself. Oh, wow, he really wasn’t kidding on making riddles, huh?”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle, raising my eyes from the paper in my hands and looking around the parking lot. There’s a lot of people walking around right now, most speeding to get home after a long long Friday, but my eyes don’t catch a single hint of anyone using the familiar Hellfire shirt. Which is definitely weird, they’re normally the first ones to leave the school. Still, no sign of Jeff, or Bryan, or Gareth, much less Ed.

I look back down to the riddle.

“The many nights you’ve spent between my walls” So it’s a place, then? One I’ve been before, if Eddie isn’t being a little shit and using “you” because he thinks it sounds better.

“Those who trail my path are the greatest liars, but most emotional of artists.” Greatest liars? And most emotional of artists. Well, if it’s a place, related to art, then the art room? But then why the lying?

“You weren’t quite yourself.” Wasn’t… quite myself. Hm.

A place, probably one at school since I doubt he would’ve gone so extra as to go around the entire city, related to art and lying. “Wasn’t quite yourself.”

…

Wait, the drama club?

Art of lying- could he mean acting? A room related to acting in which I’ve been to before.

The drama club, at D&D nights!

My feet are moving before my brain is, crumpled up note being carefully stuffed into my pants pockets.

…

Not far…

“The bird has taken flight, over.”

“Dustin, will you stop with the codenames?! Just- Just get into position! Over!”

…

How many damn riddles can this man write??? I must’ve collected more than twelve by now!

There’s a small collection of notes in my left hand, my pockets too filled up to stuff any more of them without damaging. My shoes squeak against the floors of the mostly empty school, echoing in my ears as I run from room to room, classroom to classroom.

I swear, If this is some sort of elaborate prank, I’m going to kick Eddie’s ass until Halloween comes.

I let out a groan leaning down to reach another, stuck beneath my– well, not mine, it hasn’t been mine since I graduated– seat at the iconic Hellfire Club lunch table. When I turn to the back, I’m surprised to see there isn’t a riddle this time, no little set of verses to greet me. So, after a small hum of interest, I fold it open.

“If you’ve reached this point of your quest, fair knight, I’m proud to tell you your prize awaits you! (Because I’m not like SOME people who do FAKE OUTS THREE TIMES IN A ROLL)

All that’s left is for you to come and get it. Your king awaits in our usual spot.”

-E.M.

“Pfft– my king?” I can barely pay attention to the soft laugh that leaves my lips, chest too warm and filled with cotton to notice. Dork.

Still, I just set the note with the rest, walking to the nearest exit with a smile on my lips.

I’m still have no idea what Eddie is planning with all of this. Despite the dozen plus notes, he hasn’t gave me a single of hint for the reason of this scavenger… Hunt.

…wait.

I mean, it’s not– it’s not possible, right?

He was talking about inviting Chrissy less than a week ago!

Nah, nah, yeah, it’s not… He wouldn’t. Not me, anyway.

…

Well I just made myself sad.

A groan leaves my lips as I shake my head, hair flowing around with the motion before bouncing and stopping, strands sticking to my eyelashes. Enough with the self pity. I’m better than this. Whatever it is that Eddie has planned to me is going to be awesome.

The hallways echoes with my steps, the sound of my combat boots squeaking in the shiny tile flooring being the only sound as I leave the school. It’s late afternoon at this point, the sun starting to set as everything is painted golden. The walk through the woods is longer than I remember, the late spring wind ruffling through my clothes. After a while, I’m reaching the clearing…

And there’s no one here…?

“Eddie?” I spin in place, looking in between the trees for any sign of the silhouette I know better than my own. It’s quiet here, with the exception of the singing birds and early crickets. I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my brows twitch in worry. “Did I take too long…?”

When I pull them back, one of them holds the last hint. It’s impossible to be anywhere else– he literally said our usual spot, and this is it, isn’t it? Unless my first suspicion was right, and he really meant to spread these around the town– wait, no, then why would he set them up around school? What am I m–

“BOO– OW!”

“EDDIE?!”

My knuckles sting, heart beating louder than a drum as I stare at my fallen best friend, cradling his own face. Immediately I reach for him, falling to my knees by his side.

“Jesus Christ, Munson, you scared the shit out of me! I’m so sorry– Oh, god dammit, sweetheart, c’mere, c'mere… Let me see…” I gently tug his hands from his face, touches practically feather light and with as much care as I can channel. He laughs all the while, completely unbothered by the forming bruise on his cheek.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson– You pack quite the punch! Holy crap, I think you dislocated my jaw–”

“Stop saying shit like that, you’ll manifest it.” I chuckle under my breath (but do check his jaw, making sure everything is in place and I didn’t punch one of his teeth in.). “Why the hell you sneaked up on me like that? What thought process made you think that was a good idea??”

“I don’t know!” He laughs, falling limp on the grass while looking up at me. His smile is almost dopey, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said he just got baked. He doesn’t smell like weed, tho. Just smoke and cologne, the one that makes me wish I could bury my nose into his neck and just live there. “I thought it’d be a good idea? All I needed to do was distract you for a little while!”

“Distract me?” I snort, brows tilting in a playful frown. “From what?”

“Shit–” And at the sound of my brother’s cursing, I lift my eyes from my best friend’s face.

What do I find if not the rest of the Hellfire club, haphazardly stacked on each other’s shoulders putting up a huge banner on the branches of the nearest threes. Jeff has Mike on his shoulders, while Bryan has Justin– and Lucas and Gareth watch a few steps away, clearly trying to not bring attention to themselves as I turn to them.

“Michael, if you ruin my jacket with your dirty ass shoes–”

“I’m trying not to! Stop moving!”

“Guys! Guys, I’m gonna fall! BRYAN–”

“You’re not gonna fall, Dustbin– stop being a pussy and just tie the goddamn thing.”

“What the hell…?” I mumble, even more confused than when I found the kids sneaking Eleven into Mike’s basement.

Eddie doesn’t answer me with anything but a cackle, getting up to his feet and jogging up to the rest of the club. His grin is so wide his dimples are lost between smile lines, brown eyes shining in the late afternoon sun that warms my skin and cheeks. He skids to a stop under the banner, not even waiting to check if it’s tied up properly before tugging the bottom and unrolling it.

‘COME DITCH PROM WITH THIS FREAK?’

And the arrows badly painted on the bottom point directly at him, that turns around to beam my way with his smile brighter than the sun.

…

I don’t know if the guys have fallen silent or if I just gone deaf, but I don’t have the mental power to look. It’s like the whole world turned… quiet.

My heart can’t seem to choose between skipping beats or skidding to stop. I can feel my skin tingling, my knuckles going from stinging to burning. As does the back of my neck and the bottom of my gut.

I read the words, over and over again, shocked…

“Is this…” My tongue feels like it’s knotted, tied and shipped to the other side of the country. No words could ever describe– whatever the hell I’m feeling right now. “Are you… Is– Are you for real??”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, the warm orange lighting almost making it look like his cheeks are dyed a soft red. His smile is confident, almost cocky and playful as he looks down at me. “As real as a I can be.”

My mouth feels drier than a desert, and I swallow harshly. I can’t turn my eyes from him, like I’m transfixed… which, in someways, I am.

He has hypnotized me, a puppet on his strings.

I feel starstruck.

Eddie takes my silent as a go ahead, because after standing under the banner for a second, he slowly walks to me again. For some reason, I don’t even think to get back on my feet until he’s almost right in front of me, his head obscuring the sun as if he’s the only star I need.

“Henderson,” He says, the smirk on his lips almost sheepish. “I’ve got to apologize. I’ve been… kind of a shit best friend for the last couple years. You’ve been my paladin, my white knight, the voice of reason when I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even thank you properly.”

He extends his hand, the black stone in his ring finger catching the sunlight from his smile.

“So let me make it up to you… Will you let me take you with me to not-prom?”

My throat closes up, my eyes sting, but my smile is as bright as the moon.

“Yeah, I will.”

And I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

taglist! @eddiesgirlforever @plk-18 thx for the support and the patience!! :D

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #HD&SC #god it took me SO LONG to write this! #six months! #jesus! #hopefully next part will be easier #although it will DEFINITELY be the longest but no spoilers #on other news #i edited this while high on cold medicine and in great pain from cramps #sorry if something doesn't make sense #eddie munson #trash's writing tag o/

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I request Darry Headcannons of him and his S/O who have grown up together and have only ever dated each other. And she’s like a big sister to the gang.

I love this! Thanks for asking!!!❤️❤️❤️

Okay you guys were highschool sweethearts. Like I’m talking cutest couple in highschool. Prom king and queen

You were very close with Mrs. Curtis. You had all the highschool gossip from your soc friends and she sat and listened. She told Darry all the time that you were the one. And it stuck.

You and Darry were just always dating, like you wanted to marry each other when you were five.

He’s waiting for the day to propose.

You baby Pony and Johnny even when you don’t realize it. Darry thinks its cute, but when him and Pony fight you always side with Pony.

The gang loves you, of course Two and Dally tease you, but you mean a lot to them.

You help Darry babysit, cook, entertain the six goofs, and even do little simple acts of service for him like help him with taxes.

Darry is forever grateful, and returns your acts with affection. If it’s late at night and you fall asleep in his bed, you wake up with him attached to you at the hip.

You make Soda wear shoes. (If ykyk)

No but you bring Soda and Steve their lunches, and Darry if it’s a day you can visit him at lunch.

You drive Pony everywhere and anywhere. Darry feels bad but you insist.

In terms of your dates, they are sweet and simple, you usually go watch a highschool football game like the good old days, or a diner date. You guys are kind of tight with money, but you don’t care. A night in is perfect for you two.

You’re basically moved into the Curtis house.

Just imagine Darry reading the paper in his chair, and you curled up to him. You’re both laughing because you’re so bored that you attempt to turn the pages to the comic side, of course he can’t say no to you and you only, so he does.

I hope you liked this, sorry if it’s too short. Again, thanks for the request love❤️

#dallas winston #sodapop curtis #the outsiders #darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #twobit mathews

[hotchfiles]

Hi!! Happy 100th follower bash! I wanted to request Seth Cohen with the prompt “what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?” If you decide to write it, I can’t wait to read whatever you come up with. Thank you!!

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a prompt and one of my boys for a blurb

seth + “what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?”

three times seth let you go and the one he didn't

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you were his best friend, two little kids watching cartoons and drawing around while your parents drank wine and talked about things you both didn't understand.

as days and weeks and months went by, the more the drinking wine encounters became something only your mother would do, frequently going to the cohens to talk to seth's mom.

"your mommy looks sad."

"she cries a lot too, more than me."

divorce is the word that has been making your mother cry apparently, and soon it makes you and seth cry as well. divorce means you're going away to a new city with your mom.

seth can't do anything about it but hug you tight and hand you the collection of not really great drawings he made of you, for you.

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you come back for high school, thank god, your mother's job is much more demanding now and she feels your dad can be more present than she is.

it's like you never left, you feel. seth instantly clings to you like he did when you were children, except this time his mind is going a thousand miles per hour. he wasn't exactly expecting you to come back and now his mind is completely torn into summer obsessive thoughts and you.

you spend hours and hours watching terrible sci-fi tv shows, he's drawing (more often than not, you're the muse), while you read or write on your journal. it's silent and comfortable and people often tease you about how you're the only one to keep him quiet for so long. seth doesn't understand it much either, but he enjoys watching you, the way you furrow your brows when you forget a word, or how you take a deep breath following a surprised sound when something happens in the book you're reading.

he's been thinking about how at peace you make him feel and he has plans to ask you to homecoming, but some sophomore beats him to it. and he could ask you to go with him instead, drop the other guy. but your eyes close while you're smiling telling him about it, so he just lets it go.

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2.027 miles. 31 hours drive. 4 hour flight.

writing came to you as drawing came to him, you both had collab comic books even. he should've known you wouldn't go for irvine or berkley. or any goddamned college in california with a creative writing program. no.

northwestern university. illinois. he heard you gush about it all senior year, and doubting yourself, saying you wouldn't get in anyway. but you did, obviously, you had everything they required and everything any university could hope for in a student. he knew you would get in and he obviously couldn't ask you to stay for him.

you were just friends.

and even if you weren't, he would never stop you from going after your passions, what made you happy.

he visits you when he can. you both kiss and make out and tell each other the sweetest things in whispers only you can hear in those times. nothing more comes of it though, you're busy and two thousand miles away. he accepts it, he lets go of the idea of having you just yet.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

enough is enough though. and when you tell him about the internship opportunity outside of the country you don't smile with your eyes like prom. your tone uncertain, your whole body weight being held by his arms as you both laid down on your terrible dorm bed.

and as always he wants you. he wants you so bad. he wants you to stay. to ask him to go with you. like he wanted you to stay with your dad after the divorce. like he wanted to be your date for homecoming. like he's been wanting to call you his girlfriend, his partner, his lover, his wife even.

"is it bad to want something so badly?" he says more to himself than to you, really, but still you turn your head to him, using his chest as a support for your chin.

"i mean... it's just an internship i don't want it that bad—"

"that's not—i want to ask you to stay. with me. don't go. and that's selfish." he keeps his eyes glued to the ceiling as if he hadn't just made your heart skip a thousand beats.

"then just ask me, funny boy." his grip to you tightens, if that's even possible, and he's finally able to not let it go, to not let you go.

#lari's 100th #IM BACK #thx for requesting omg especially seth #seth cohen imagine #seth cohen scenario #seth cohen fanfiction #seth cohen fanfic #seth cohen x reader #seth cohen x you #seth cohen x y/n #lari writes sometimes

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.0

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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"Seeing anything yet?" "Just a bunch of high-class, low-life fat cats, all cleaned up for prom," Taehyung mumbled, seeing a white laborghini lining up next to ferraris and porsches in the grand forecourt of the meditarranean mansion in the distance. "But no sign of anyone we care about." Yoongi sighed, grabbing another pair of binoculars and took a look himself. "Well, that will change when we get there" Jimin said, taking a look at the mansion's blueprint instead. Making sure to check every possible escape route. "Looks like the office room is in the building behind the manor.. You see it from up there?" Taehyung left his seat on the grassy rock and stood up. Focusing the binoculars on the back buildings instead, spotting a spire. "Just the very top of it.." "Wonder what they got tucked away in there," Jimin lightly chuckled, only earning a side-eye from Yoongi who simply laughed under his breath realising his friend would probably never change. 

Once a thief, always a thief.

"Let's just focus on finding Soyeon for now." "I don't know.." Jimin mumbled, glancing up at Taehyung, "You don't wanna pick up something for the wife?" Taehyung huffed a laugh, his eyes leaving the mansion to peek at him. Not actually taking his propose seriously. "That's cute.. But just keep it simple."

"Right. Simple." Jimin sighed disappointed and dusted off the work clothing he was wearing over his smoking. A precautious measure so their outfits wouldn't get dirty and raise suspicion at the party. "I'll be on my way then to sneak in with my charms. You two wait for my sign."

The two hummed, watching him walk down the path between the trees they had come from. Their gaze focusing back at the sun-colored mansion then.

The plan was for Jimin to use his skills and wits to get inside and schmooze his way right through that party, change security system up a bit, unlock the window in that office room and let them in. Solozzo would most likely be there and recognise Yoongi, so he didn't have any other option but to sneak in.

Half an hour of waiting later, the older guy lowered the binoculars, getting tired of watching luxury caey one after another driving up the serpentine road to the mansion.

"You think they caught him?" "Nah, don't think so." "Maybe he got lost then?" Taehyung eyed him with an arched brow, knowing he couldn't possiby mean it as Jimin would always memorize the whole map before entering a building.  "What if -" Yoongi's worries were cut off by Taehyung lightly hitting his chest, catching his attention. "There," he said, motioning at the side towards a balcony. Yoongi heaved his binoculars back and indeed, a light was going on and off in the room. Jimin's sign. "See?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he zipped Taehyung's work clothing up. "Just try to keep your tux clean." Taehyung only huffed. Unzipping the collar again as soon as Yoongi turned around. And they got off the rock and into the scrub. The setting sun bathing the building in the distance and scenery into a warm atmosphere.

They made their way through the high grass, eventually reaching the edge of the cliff the mansion was on. It was only a few meters between them and the stone fence surrounding the building that they had to climb. And they had almost reached the top when Yoongi's hand grabbed Taehyung's shoulder, preventing him from going further. "Hold up. I hear someone," he whispered.

And indeed, only a few seconds later the younger guy was also able to hear voices. Two men, probably guards, were speaking in italian further away. Taehyung hadn't heard them earlier, but Yoongi did. Listening intensely despite not understanding anything. They carefully peeked their heads out, seeing the guards holding up some big machine guns, entering a side building then. They waited a few seconds more, making sure the coast was clear. "Okay, we're good." "Damn, did you see him? That guy was carrying some serious heat," Taehyung said as they heaved themselves over the stone, not hiding how stunned he was. He patted his holster under the working attire then, making sure his magnum was still there. "Good thing we came prepared."

Yoongi nodded quietly, shifting his katana's strap on his shoulder. His gaze wandering up to the beautiful building in front of them.

They reached underneath he balcony of the office room, it not being too high as it was on ground level. Taehyung gave Yoongi a leg-up to climb up first before grabbing his reached out hand and climbing up himself. And just as planned the balcony door was unlocked, Taehyung about to enter when Yoongi stopped him once again. "What?" With a look of appeal, Yoongi unzipped his work clothes and took them off. Revealing his tuxedo. Reminding him to do the same. And Taehyung snickered, realising he'd almost entered like this. Quickly, he got rid off the blue work clothing as well, throwing it behind the bushes underneath them.

They entered the dark room then, squinting their eyes to get adjusted when recognising a figure behind the broad wooden desk. "Jimin?" The desk light got dramatically switched on, revealing Jimin sitting in a big puffy armchair with a mischievous grin. "You know what I love about parties with rich crooks? No one expects to get their pockets picked." A golden chain fell from his fingers, dangling and shimmering under the light. The two sighing almost simulataneously. "You really can't help it, huh?" "I could. But it's just too funny messing with rich people," he chuckled and got up. "Let's try to do what we're here for and get outta here instead." "Yeah, ugh about that.." Jimin's voice trailed off as he led them out, cautiously not to stumble into anyone. Yoongi swallowed, not liking his tone. "W-why? What about that?" "C'mon, lemme show you something."

They walked past long carpeted hallways with paintings and statues until reaching the railing of the upper floor balcony, mingling unnoticed with the other guest scattered up there. Looking down at the grand hall where the rest was gathered at. Drinking and laughing over the live band's music.

Jimin pointed at two men who were awkwardly standing at the hall's front, looking into their filled glasses. "Cops. I saw them when I arrived. They must be high-ranking ones from the looks of it. And then this-" His finger wandered behind them. "See that door?" They nodded. A tall guard was blocking its entry. "According to the blueprint it's a small room for stuff members, you know like a break room with no windows. But it got that goon guarding it.." He glanced at them with raised brows. "Suspicious isn't it?" Yoongi's jaw tightened, getting what Jimin was implying. "You think she's there?" He shrugged. "She might. I definitely caught our Mr. Sleezy junior coming out of there and whispering something to the guard's ear. The only way to find out is to get in there."

"You said no windows?" Taehyung questioned, taking a thinking expression. "No windows. But right behind is the wine cellar.." He eyed Yoongi with a suggestive look and it didn't take long for Yoongi to respond with a knowing one.  "But how do I get into the kitchen? The staff will get alerted if they see a random man there and we didn't bring any disguises. And I'd need to also get her out without them noticing." "Jeez, you guys act like you've never spent time in custody," Jimin sighed disappointedly, "If you want something dirty done then you wait.." The others exchanged a smirk. "..for lights out." "Exactly. "Where's the electrical panel for this place?" Descretedly, he pulled the blueprint out of his suit's pocket and showed them a spot on it. "Up here. So we gotta climb up there and kill the lights." "And get inside and past the cooks and servants in the dark." "There'll surely be an emergency generator though." They nodded at Taehyung's concern. Yoongi inhaled sharply. "That'll give us a few seconds of darkness.. It should still work." "You sure?" He nodded with detemination. "Yes. Meaning I'll have to be right next to the door when the lights go out though." "Except there's no way we can get that close without being noticed. There's no one else standing there in a four-metre-radius." A waitress came in that moment, offering them antipasti on a tablet, which only Jimin accepted. "Would you focus?" Taehyung mumbled under his breath as the waitress left to serve the guests next to them. Jimin rolled his eyes, stuffing the small snack into his mouth, nodding at the direction of the waitress. "A waiter wouldn't get noticed." Yoongi's eyes lit up. "That would work. I could sneak into the kitchen from the backdoor then."

"That will work." Jimin clapped his hands excitedly. "Alright, change of plans. Yoongi, you sneak into the wine cellar as a waiter and I'll get to the breaker room, kill the power in the kitchen right on time for you and Soyeon to get out of there." "Alright," Yoongi continued, turning to Taehyung. "And you head to the front, keep an eye on that door, okay? Let us know if anything, uh.. odd goes down." The younger guy nodded vigorously. "Before we go," Jimin said then, grabbing into his pocket. His hand opened then, revealing three in-ear-transmitters on his palm. "We still need these." Everyone picked one, shoving it into their ear before exchanging glances. "We got this."

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It wasn't hard for Yoongi to find a waiter to exchange clothes with. Waiting at the kitchen's backdoor for someone to come out for a smoke was an easy bet. And indeed, only a few minutes later a waiter came out to lighten a cigarette. Giving Yoongi the opportunity to jump off the canopy and knock him down, dragging him behind a storage room.

"You good?" Jimin's voice echoed through the in-ear. Yoongi huffed, shuffling into the dress shirt. "Yeah.. these clothes are just a bit too big for me." "Well, that's the style these days anyway.. I'm almost at the power room. Tae? You good?" "Yeah, not much movement here."

Taking a breath, he entered the busy kitchen, grabbing a silver tablet from the side and mixing with the rushing waiters as if he belonged there. And as expected, everyone was in such a hurry and stressed that no one noticed the new face in their colleague's clothes.  The kitchen was big, perhaps bigger than a restaurant's. Chefs, souschefs and simple cooks yelling among each other while preparing dishes. He dodged a waitress with a plate of soup who almost bumped into him when Taehyung spoke up from the front of the ball room. "I just came across that Solozzo guy. He was talking to some guy about being on stand-by for the boss' 'big reveal'." "Just as we expected, the necklace." Yoongi's jaw clenched until Taehyung continued with irritation in his voice, confounding Jimin's words. "I don't think he meant the necklace though.." "Huh, you sure? What else?" "Dunno. But he instructed the guy to be cautious so it wouldn't escape.. Guys, I think Soyeon's actually the big reveal. Or her and the necklace. But she's definitely involved."

Yoongi's eyes widened. Of course. Now everything made sense. "He wants to expose the thief's identity and also ridicule the cops. That's why they got invited. To show he managed getting his necklace back without the police's help." "Damn, that's twisted." "And narcissistic." "But she wouldn't be the one getting in trouble," Taehyung pointed out then, "While he actually kidnapped her. Isn't he scared of exposing his own crime?" "A rich guy like that? He'd surely pay off police and anyone else if someone found out she wasn't there on her own will." Yoongi almost collided with a cook who was hurriedly passing a saucier to a colleague. Everyone was so busy and rushing around that no one paid attention to the waiter who sneaked into the wine cellar. 

The wine cellar was bigger than expected, similar to the kitchen. Dim lights and lowered temperature for the sensitive liquids, along with stacks and stacks of dark barrels and lined up bottles in shelves, creating an eery atmosphere.

According to the blueprint, the wall to the left was the one connected to the room they wanted to get in. He got his sword out from the back of the dress shirt, the large fit having been quite practical after all, and began to cut a small hole in the wall so that he could look inside carefully, in case there was another security guard lurking behind it.

The room on the other side had a much simpler interior, contrary to the extravagantly decorated rest of the house. Probably because it was supposed to only be a staff members room. He couldn't recognise much else though, so he enlarged the hole. Hearing a quiet: "What the hell?" from the other side which made him instantly smile in relief. Jimin's intuition had been right again. "Soyeon?" "Yoongi?" 

It was silent for a moment, until a feline eye suddenly appeared in front of the hole. Looking right back at him. "How.. What are you doing here?" Soyeon whispered, beaming with joy when unexpectedly seeing him there. "What do you think I'm doing?" he scoffed playfully, an amused grin spreading on his features then. "Go aside, I'll make it bigger so you can fit through." She quickly stepped away, watching the hole crumble more and growing bigger in no time. Dust rose, clouding her vision for a moment and she coughed. Soon recognising Yoongi's silhouette when it began settling. He slid his sword back to its sheath, standing there with a lopsided smile on his face. "Hey, there." Soyeon's lips instantly tucked into a smirk and she folded her arms. "Missed me so much, had to chase me all the way to Italy, huh?" "Something like that," he said, the smile never leaving his face when noticing something sparkling around her neck then. And he frowned. "You wear the necklace?"

Her eyes widened and she looked down, having completely forgotten about it. "Y-yeah, they also gave me new clothes and even did my make-up, as you see.." She tugged at the long black dress and he had to quickly look away when feeling himself staring. Her appearance not only making his cheeks flush. "I don't know why exactly though, I didn't understand a word as they spoke Italian to me.." He hummed, his theory only varifying when he watched her taking off the piece of jewelry and tossing it back into the room. Looking at her dumbfounded to which she simply shrugged. "What? Obviously I don't want it!"

"Guys, I don't wanna interrupt the cute get-together, but something's happening," Taehyung's voice hushed on the other line of the transmitter, "Our guy got on stage and started delivering a speech. Something about wanting to be the one hosting this year for a special reason.. and Solozzo is going in the direction of the door now." "Crap," Yoongi muttered to which Soyeon looked confused. "We gotta go." He grabbed her wrist and led her to the cellar's door, opening it carefully and glancing through the crack. Trying remembering the route back. "Alright, Yoongi, I'm at the switch. You ready?" Yoongi breathed, having spotted the backdoor around the corner from the grocery boxes. "Yeah, let's ruin this jerk's party." 

In an instant, everything turned black. Voices becoming louder and panicked as Yoongi tucked Soyeon past everyone, making sure not to bump into anyone by walking near cabinets and they reached the exit right when the generator switched the lights back on. The two disappearing outside.

Breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush, she propped her hand against the wall. "Damn, that was quite risky!"  He nodded, still holding her wrist. "We're not done yet. Still have to make it out of the property. Okay?" She nodded, catching her breath again and Yoongi tapped at the in-ear. "Guys, how's it looking?" "I'm on my way to the meeting place," Jimin announced. "Well, as for me.." Taehyung whispered, "I'm quietly leaving the hall. Trying getting to the front door. Solozzo just interrupted the speech by whispering something in his ear. I think we all know what. So prepare for sht to go down real quick and them locking everything up." Yoongi hummed. "Alright, going to the meeting place then. Be quick." He turned his focus to Soyeon then. "How well can you climb?" Her eyes widened in alert. "Wh- not very. Why?" He gave her an apologetic look. "I fear we have to. It's only a few meters though." Leading her to the stone fence where he and Taehyung had previously climbed up from, he swung his legs over it. Waiting for her to follow.

Soyeon gulped, taking a look down before backing off. "I know it seems high, but we don't have much time left," he softly spoke up with an apologetic look. "You can do this, okay?" And she bit her lips, nodding. Knowing someone might catch them soon if they didn't hurry. So she gathered the dress' long fabric in her hands, making a knot to shorten it and allow her getting over the fence easier. With a deep breath, she grabbed it's edge as tightly as she could and climbed down. It was indeed only a few meters and yet it felt like a long way to go. Carefully, she set her feet on wherever they touched and followed him. Regretting not having taken off the high heels.

Suddenly they heard someone roaming the area above them. Yelling. Most likely guards looking for them. Soyeon's fingers clutched harder into the rocks as she did her best to keep herself up and not lose balance. The voices soon disappeared and Yoongi gave her a sign to continue.

They reached the end of the cliff, Yoongi being the first to touch ground again. Holding his hands out for her to grab and pulling her up with force. Causing her to collide with his chest and both stumbled, landing on the grass. For a moment they groaned in pain before bursting out laughing. And they quickly got up, brushing the dirt off the clothes when more shouts and noises came from inside the property. And they hid in the high grass, stealthing their way to the front. Tall plants covering them from the sight of the street when Yoongi took a look through the bars of the entrance gate. His eyes spotting the silver mercedes Jimin had hotwired to use for his entrance among the other high-class cars. It was still parked there but no sight of the other and he began worrying, wondering where the two were. The in-ear didn't seem to work either as he was outside and most likely out of its radius. He went closer, seeing the guards in the forecourt were also running into the building to see what was happening inside. Giving him the opportunity to draw his sword and slicing the metal bars, pushing it wide open. They entered the property once again, hurrying to the mercedes while ducking behind the parked cars.

"Stay here and get down," he instructed her then in a low voice when she slid inside the backseat. She grabbed his arm though, her eyes bewildered. "Where are you going?" He sighed, releasing her hand from its grip. "My friends are inside there. I should go check why they're taking so long." "Wait, your friends are actually here? Taehyung and.. Jimin?" He nodded, seeing her brows raising as she sank more into her seat. "Why are they.. why are you..?" She tried comprehending when gunshots were heard from inside the building, causing them both to tense up and look at the direction of the building. It wasn't hard to guess who they were aimed for. His jaw tightened and he swallowed. Brown irises falling back to her with apprehension. "Don't worry, okay?" She nodded and he gave her a small smile before tightening the grip around his sword. Jogging towards the entrance when the door suddenly flew open. Seeing none other than Taehyung and Jimin running out of it while shooting behind them.

"Run, run, run!" "Crap!"

They all ran back to the silver car, reaching it when a bunch of guards appeared at the doorframe, shooting at them like mad. Hitting not only theirs but also neighboring cars, breaking the rare window of a yellow ferrari. "There goes the insurance," Jimin chuckled as he took the driver's seat and started the engine. Taehyung following suit into the passenger seat while Yoongi went to his usual spot in the back, next to Soyeon who was crouching in fear of getting hit by a random bullet. The tires squeaked when Jimin floored the gaspedal and they dashed out of the gates and down the road. Curving every serpentine in a dangerously sharp angle, throwing them from one side to another. Soyeon's elbow accidentally hitting Yoongi's rip at one point.

"Are they behind us?"

"I can see one -" A bullet hit the trunk, cutting off Taehyung. And scowl spread over his eyes as he turned in his seat, leaning out of the window. "Not for long though. Hold the car steady!" he yelled. Jimin huffed, overtaking a truck. "That's easier said then done!" The car swayed again when another bullet almost hit the side-mirror. "Try for two seconds!" And he did. Allowing Taehyung to fire three precise shots, audibly hitting the pursuer. The car behind them swerved, spinning out and leaving it's lane before crushing into the trench on the side of the road. And he fell back to his seat with a content grin. Jimin errupting into a fit of laughs as they left the country road and entered the highway, heading north towards the city. "Damn, that was fun! I forgot how much fun this is!" "You idiot almost got us killed," Taehyung groaned, throwing him an annoyed glare. "I did not. It's not my fault this guy suddenly turned around the corner right when I got out of the vent!" "Why were you there anyway?" His friend rolled his eyes. "It was the fastest way back from the power room, duh." And Soyeon observed them bewilderedly as they joked and teased. It was a hairbreadth escape and they were just laughing it off like it was nothing. "You guys are really used to that kind of stuff, huh?" she faintly giggled. Rising from her crouched position to straighten herself again. "You could say so."

Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, a small grin on his lips, making her laugh under her breath. She leaned forward then, peeking her head between the two in the front. "I remember you, you're the doctor's husband," she smiled and pointed at Taehyung, her head then switching to Jimin. "But we haven't met yet, I've only heard of you." Jimin gave her a brief smile before focusing back on the road. "Only good stuff I hope!" "Of course," she grinned and sat back. Dragging out a sigh then when peeking at Yoongi who was quietly staring outside. Deep in thoughts as it seemed. The airstream tousing his long dark waves. "Seriously, I can't thank y'all enough.. I don't know how to make it up to you." She didn't know why those strangers helped her. Hell, she didn't even know why Yoongi even still bothered. He was often still a mystery to her. And yet he and his friends risked so much for her. And her hand covered his which was laying on his lap. Giving him a gentle smile when he perked up at her touch and looked at her. Returning the smile.

"Food. Food is always a good way," Taehyung grinned, when eyeing Yoongi from the rare view mirror. Winking at him. "But it was nothing, seriously. Don't worry. We've been doing this kind of stuff all the time." "And besides.." Jimin slid his hand into his blaze's inner pocket. Revealing the goldchain he had taken from that rich lady. "I did get my souvenir. Bella's gonna love it."

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[jessicanjpa]

Twilight Advent Calendar 2023 Event

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Dec. 3 - Pick one deceased Twilight character to draw or tell us more about. How would the Twilight universe be different if they were still alive?

Let's see what happens if Maria's mate, Alonzo, had lived. Maria and Alonzo might still take on the same vendetta when they lose their "parents" and territory... but maybe not. The bond to their parents would have been a strong one, but as far as I know the death of a creator doesn't demand vengeance. They decide to abandon the wars altogether when they realize how close they've come to losing each other, too. They become nomads, hoping to reclaim their territory one day but also wanting to try a life of peace.

In 1864, Jasper catches a Yankee minié ball in his hip and dies of gangrene the next week. Years later, Alice wakes up and sees the family she is destined to be a part of. She has no reason to wait this time and joins them soon after Esme is changed. She and Edward fall in love pretty quickly and Edward never goes away in 1927. Carlisle doesn't have that extra little motivation to change Rosalie and so he doesn't. Emmett gets killed by the bear.

If Bella manages to survive past her 17th year, she marries Erik Yorkie because um hello, he asked her to Comic Con when everybody else was asking her to stupid prom.

Maria and Alonzo are still out there living their best nomad life. Losing their territory was the best thing that ever happened to them.

You can find all of the #twilightadvent23 prompts here!

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#twilightadvent23 #Maria's mate #OC: Alonzo (I'm never sure if unnamed characters getting names makes them an OC?) #canon-divergent AU #Maria/Alonzo #character death

[clarencethemouse]

Demetri Alexopoulos Relationship Headcanons

I got carried away...

this boy literally doesn’t know how to handle it

I’m sorry, but Demetri is the most clueless one on the show

have you seen the way he tried to flirt on the show? Like that for you, but 20x worse. Cause it’s you

and look at you... of course he’s gonna trip over a pencil on his way to share a super cool fun fact no one asked for. And then play it off cool when you look his way and try to spill a smart remark that only ends up with a stammering mess and word vomit

and we adore him for it

and clearly you did too. He doesn’t know how it worked for him, but here you are: dressed up for a date with him

unimaginable, he insists-

is prepared and will rant about the latest comic book in his possession for upwards of an hour on end. And you support him and appreciate his passions

r i g h t ???? yes :)

okay this is something I’ve been imagining

so he has a Bean in his room. You know those giant bean bag chairs that are half the size of a couch? A Bean. He has one in his room. And when you sleep over, that’s your home

his parents trust you two in the room at night cause they know you live on the Bean. And that thing is only really comfortable with one person’s weight sinking in

you’ve considered stealing the Bean on multiple occasions

but how could you pull this off? How could you pull it out his door, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door into your car without anyone noticing? 

this is one of your life’s biggest questions

would he give it to you if you just asked nicely? Ha. No. It’s his Bean. Get your own

okay I feel like his parents are divorced, and you’ve only met one of them 

the other one doesn’t know of your existence cause Demetri never sees or talks to them

(idk what canon has to say about this, but I don’t care. At all. Because my word goes now)

Hawk kinda scares you not gonna lie

Miguel and Sam are cool about you, though

okay bear with me hear

my gut is speaking to me

this is coming to me like an oracle in my dreams

he tried two times to ask you to prom, one of which was before you were together

the first time he got up to face you very far ahead of time, got out four words, and promptly excused himself. You politely waited for him to come back, which never happened

then the second time happened. You realized what he was trying to stammer out after two rambled sentences and you just popped the question yourself

you should have seen his face

I truly and utterly believe this man was dumbfounded

he knew you would agree

it was still a shocker

Hawk tagged along on your prom date, which you didn’t mind, given when he had just gone through

he thought you minded, and politely dipped out without warning midway through

which led to you and Demetri hosting a search party for him for about an hour

you had to let Demetri abandon the effort a little when he started hyperventilating over the thought of his best friend being kidnapped

Hawk was just chilling by the car, though

but that’s beside the point

couples costumes

and the most offhand ones, too

not Anakin and Padme

not salt and pepper

no, you two went as freaking Captain Crunch and the berries one year

and you rocked it

it does stress you sometimes when he gets so down and pessimistic

you know he thinks that way about your relationship, but only cause it’s his first defensive instinct to assume danger and disappointment

you make it your mission not to let him down

he deserves better than what he expects from the world

this is a fun relationship

can be a little stressful at times. But aren’t we all?

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please this was fun to think about

Robin

#demetri cobra kai #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine

[lakesbian]

Would it be in character to have extremely cheese romancey fanart of Aisha x Alec? Like ..... I kinda wanna

[hits button that drops everyone else waiting in the ask line into a gigantic pit of lava so you're first]

extremely comically ridiculously awfully hilariously not in character. they simply do not work like that. at all. alec isn't even really consciously aware that he [teenage crush gossip voice] liiiikes her--because he only got through his childhood by furiously repressing all of his own emotions, especially the ones involving Caring About Things--but even if he was aware you couldn't pry an admittance of that fact out of him with a fucking crowbar. like you know that post about Worm Prom? alec would respond to aisha asking what he thinks about her super high-effort cool Worm Prom outfit by going "it's alright" but then when they actually get to the Worm Prom he immediately starts pointing his scepter at random children and demanding they bow to the prom queen (aisha) and tell her her outfit is cool. like that's how he expresses affection.

aisha, on the other hand, knows she thinks he's pretty cute (and is good enough at Noticing Things about the undersiders to guess that alec keeps compulsively touching her w/ a level of intimacy he doesn't give anyone else for a reason) but is perfectly content with keeping their little teenage Thing where it is instead of trying to escalate further and making it weird or too serious. so their relationship status is "shitty teen besties who never talk about their relationship status + would rather die than behave like, say, brian and taylor do, but do occasionally act on mutual attraction with no real expectations for the future beyond 'we're gonna keep hanging out.'" whereas someone like taylor could never kiss another one of the undersiders and then carry on without addressing, it aisha and alec do absolutely kiss 2-3 times tops and never speak about it before or after, and they're okay with that. alec does occasionally wonderhope if she'll do it again though. he thinks she has nice chapstick.

that said. the aishalec content situation is even more dire than the briantaylor content situation so you'd be forgiven. like i'll take crumbs at this point. drawing their version of romance is so much more fun than drawing something generic though. it's a million more times interesting to include the flair of what makes those characters Those Characters instead of tossing them in situations they would literally never be in. you can draw whatever you want forever but, like, fanart of them doing things they would actually do >>> cheesy stereotypical romantic fanart of them. their style of romance is:

- alec using his power on her and smiling like a big ole dumbass on her face + telling her to Shut Up about it even though she's not actually saying anything just feeling generally positive emotions about him (all of which he can feel, and all of which are forming 'ohhhhh i would die for her' neuron connections in his brain entirely unbeknownst to him)

- making fun of shitty movies together and accidentally falling asleep on the couch w/ their heads on opposite armrests and their legs overlapping

- when aisha calls someone lame and alec immediately goes "REALLY lame," because he's whipped

- casual physical contact in general. alec is emotionally repressed to fuck and back and couldn't consciously reason his feelings out enough to express them via words + very canonically likes physical intimacy and aisha is also not the type of person to verbally express affection either for a variety of reasons so this is how you end up w/ scenes like the one in canon where they're doing an extended bit together while alec has an arm over her shoulder. leaning on each other, aisha hauling alec around by his wrist, arms over shoulders, always standing next to each other, etc. little casual touches where neither of them are being visibly flustered or anything but how glued at the waist they are makes it obvious 2 anyone watching that Those Kids Like Each Other. it's like when emo kids sit on each others laps while hanging out at the mall except alec is more of a claires boy. she was a hot topic girl he was a claires boy need i say more

- actually if we want to be cheesy and self indulgent literally just put them on a little date at the mall neither of them are calling a date. trying on silly little outfits so they can decide which ones they're gonna shoplift. (alec would find this boring normally but finds himself inexplicably compelled by watching aisha put on one million neon bangles + form very insistent opinions about which pair of leggings he wears better.) sharing food court snacks. he can be the blue raspberry slurpee 2 her grape slurpee. alec casually feeding her a fry or smth. sitting squished into the same massage chair together while they try 2 one up each other w/ making fun of the ppl walking by. etc. also need to reiterate that aisha dragging him around by his wrist or alec pushing her somewhere with a hand on her back Is their version of holding hands.

- they canonically shared personal stories and hung out. a lot. entirely offscreen. you can't prove they Weren't laying next 2 each other on the floor sharing a bag of chips while alec casually explained the worst day of his life 2 her. they're sort of far more about the intimacy of someone really Seeing You for the first time than they are about cheesy romance.

anyway my point is if you draw them giving each other flowers or blushing or saying or doing literally anything notably sappy you're doing it wrong but if you draw alec putting an arm over her shoulder + her tiredly leaning on him while they're in the back of a transport van on their way back from doing Crimes or her giving him a too-forceful shitty awkward teenage kiss while he visibly bluescreens and forgets to close his eyes or him falling to the ground clinging to her and wheezing while she cackles because they just pulled off a Sick Prank on brian. then youre doing it right. hope this helps to explain the nature of aishalec

#ask #worm spoilers #scarf don't look

[foxsketch6543]

Hey Fox! I'm currently working on a Venture Bros. Iceberg video that's inspired by your iceberg chart but includes several new entries. I'm reaching out because I'm quite curious about a few of the entries you've listed and would appreciate it if you could explain them or point me to some sources. I'd be more than happy to give you credit in the video. I just want to make sure I've got everything right. The entries that I'm curious about are:

-The Monarch Was Meant To Be A One Time Villain -Phantom Limb Fixed Brock's Chest -Almost Going To Be CGI -Almost Ended In Season 4 -Master Shake Cameo In Guild Council I believe I know the answer to some of these, but I just wanted to double check with you first. Hope to hear back soon!

Hey man! 👋

@zeroomens

That’s actually cool and it’s been such an honor and I’m actually subscribed to you BTW and I watch some of your videos.

I hardly get mail often LOL XD

The show itself was pretty niche and I tried scrounging what I can on some info on The Venture Bros Art Book, rewatching bits of the show for details and stuff, the Fandom Wiki Page, 107 Facts Videos by Channel Frederator. Lots of facts on VBros can be pretty scarce as hell so I had to dig deep on research and tried using what I have.

I’ll try my best to explain some of the entries that were on the list:

During development, I remembered Baron Ünderbheit was going to be set up as a major villain until they pushed him aside in the later seasons. As for The Monarch wasn’t going to be in the first episode. In the pilot, he was actually going to be a throwaway character, until they were planning which villain to add in Dia de los Dangerous:

I’ve sorta confused it with another event where Phantom Limb treated Brock’s wounds during an attack in the mall in Hate Floats S2E2, where the contents removed were: 4 bullets, a blowgun dart, two shark’s teeth, the tip of a mayonet, a twisted paperclip, and a meager handful of buckshot.

Back when Venture Bros was in the draft phases and pitching it to Comedy Central it was planned to be rendered in CGI but wouldn’t work, Jackson Publick wanted to make it 2D to give the cartoon a comic book vibe.

Production stuff going on behind the scenes during the episode, Operation PROM, according to the wiki it said it was the last episode to be animated in World Leaders entertainment. And it was one of the show’s biggest episodes. Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer during production of the final episode in season 4 thought about the show ending there but as just a turning point and not intended to be the finale but they both were taking a break from it. (It takes a long while to make the seasons and episodes of the series)

I thought I saw an Easter Egg of Master Shake somewhere and was a false memory I had and couldn’t find anything about it, but actually found better cameos of Venture Bros in other media to make up for my goof that were real such as Invincible #58 where we see characters that look like Brock and Dr. Venture which is somehow a bit cooler.

And you see Brock Samson in an episode of Henry Danger… no I’m ain’t joking, it was in S5E33, Rumblr and you even see a bootleg version of Molotov in the background somewhere.

So far The Venture Bros fandom is pretty strong on Tumblr and Reddit, some are willing help you out with some information about some of the stuff I mentioned in the iceberg too and some might actually explain things better than I can and might correct my mistakes. *cri* ToT

That was my first iceberg and there’s a ton of flaws with the chart, in the future I’m planning on making a remake at some point it’s outdated AF and was made before the movie came out, also I’m glad you are also adding some new entries in your video too and I can’t wait to see your new video and I hope it succeeds dude!💚🌟

#inbox #the venture bros #venture bros #VBros #adult swim #iceberg chart #zeroomens #FYI I’m not usually good at talking to people sometimes… OOF! >_< #spoiler tw #venture bros spoiler #venture brothers #bit of infodumping there

[zappedbyzabka]

It's around Prom season/almost past. And got a couple ideas for you. 1. Daniel goes outside after having his break up with Ali and is pissed and sees Johnny smoking an awful blunt, because the poor guy can't seem to roll anything worth smoking. But he's trying. And something Ali said is sticking Daniel wrong, that maybe she was just a convenient excuse between two idiots and he thinks about how angry he's been for months because after the tournament Johnny's left him alone. Which is what he wanted right? But there was something that felt so intimate about their fight about the thrill of winning and seeing the way Johnny had looked at him afterwards, drenched in sweat from the fight and then the irrational anger at seeing him distant at school, closed in by his cobras who still touch him but avoiding Daniel and there he is, alone at prom, and maybe Daniel's a little drunk, maybe a cobra spiked the punch but he's mad and it suddenly clicks seeing that cherry red burn of a comically small blunt around soft pink lips and the soft fluff of his hair that this is what he wanted. Ever since the beach. Maybe Ali was right. Maybe, like Mr. Miyagi said it's best not to leave people waiting too long, and Daniel goes for it, takes the blunt, says let's get out of here, takes Johnny's hand, delighted when he doesn't pull away and pulls him to his Ford and decides to take him somewhere better, somewhere where they can see the city and maybe Daniel teaches Johnny how to blow smoke rings and then kisses him and fucks him in the back of the Ford, or outside in the grass and that annoyance he'd been feeling for months is soothed by the way Johnny clings to him and begs for more. 2. Someone dares Johnny to attend prom in a dress and Daniel decides he has to be the one to dance with Johnny all night, and at first Johnny thinks it's a joke, that Daniel's teasing him and making fun of him but then he realizes how turned on Daniel is and decides to go for it but then has to figure how to keep his dress clean when Daniel's touching him.

Thank you for sharing these wonderful ideas!👀 I’m so sorry I didn’t reply to this around prom season

:( <3

They went somewhere nice, somewhere clear, where they could just sit and watch the stars shine—but ended up watching each other instead. Johnny thought all those smoke rings were pretty cool and took in Daniel’s instructions before attempting them himself.

And after he got all proud of himself after successfully doing one, Daniel kissed him. Gentlemenly, yet eager and in control. Johnny made a sweet noise against his mouth and allowed Daniel’s tongue in the second Daniel told him to "Open up, sweetheart, come on."

He pushed Johnny to the grass with zero fight, and their hands wandered all over one another.

Some of that pent up frustration eases just from Johnny laid out beneath him like a damn 5-course meal, flushed down to his neck and glassy eyed, pupils blown, lips parted, and a little puffy. Daniel felt pride in his chest; this is the Johnny he knew was in there.

Some more of that frustration let up when he got to see more of him, rucking up his shirt and tugging off his tight jeans. Daniel wanted to fucking eat him, the way his cute dick dripped and that rack of his looked in the moonlight. When he pushed inside Johnny, he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch that pretty face as he did so. But Johnny looked up at him like he was falling in love, and Daniel just had to kiss him; it’s like their lips were just meant to be pressed against each other. They’re two puzzle pieces, it’s true.

And Johnny’s frustration hadn’t much to do with Daniel but with himself. So filled with guilt for losing, for not being good enough, for hurting Daniel—all of it. He didn’t know what to do; he had no one but his cobras. But having Daniel walk up to him and take his panic spliff was what he needed. Listening to his voice as he explained how to do the rings—so patient and gentle with him, unlike Kreese—was like a dream. Getting fucked by him is like heaven, and he’d love to have Daniel inside him every damn day until he dies. He thanks Daniel.

He hopes one day he’ll be folding their laundry while Daniel cooks them dinner in their kitchen. He hopes he’ll finally be good.

2. YES. I’m an absolute sucker for Johnny, a pretty thing wearing a pretty thing.

Tommy dared him almost every year to wear one, sometimes he’d even have recommendations for what kind of dress he should wear specifically. It was always easy to tell when he was watching too many of those fashion shows when he’d start saying things like "bodice". Johnny had decided to just give in; he’d always liked dresses in secret anyway, and if anyone asked, he could tell them to fuck over or tell them about the 50 dollars Tommy promised him, then the added 30 Dutch promised if he actually did it.

He went with something that actually fit well on him—which was hard but also strangely not given his waist-to-chest ratio

(This, maybe in blue.)

Even if he was joking, he didn’t want to be seen as a joke.

He was nervous, a little worried about how people would react to him like this when he always acts so tough, but why does wearing pretty things make him weak? He could kick all their asses in a dress in heels and is willing if anyone says anything.

He danced with Bobby for a bit when they got there, allowing him to help him relax a little and let loose. Bobby was surprisingly into having people's attention on him, Johnny thinks it’s because he was in a choir when he was younger.

Johnny still ended up sitting in a corner with Jimmy, who had left the girl he was dancing with to sit with him.

"Why’d you leave her hanging?"

"I didn’t; I just wasn’t interested in doing that anymore."

"Why?"

"She said Tortoises were boring. When they live, like, hundreds of years. Pfft. She’s lame."

"Oh, yuck. Turtles are cool. But you want to sit here instead because of that?"

"Tortoises. Least until I hear a good song or one of the other guys gets me. And maybe I just wanted to keep you company."

Johnny smiles and rests his head on Jimmy’s shoulder. He can always count on them.

But that’s also why Daniel is stewing in jealousy when he walks up to Johnny and asks him for a dance, pointedly not looking at Jimmy.

Johnny purses his lips, looking over at Jimmy, having a conversation with just their expressions. "Okay. I’ll bite. But if you—"

"I won’t pull anything—"

Johnny makes a zip-it motion with his fingers, and Daniel’s mouth snaps shut. "As I was saying, if you attempt to mess up my dress, I’ll kick your ass."

"I believe it. So…dance with me?"

Johnny agrees, taking Daniel’s hand and dragging him over to the dance floor. He can still feel how sweaty Daniel’s hands are through his lace gloves. "Why are your hands so sticky?"

He was sweating a lot; he does when he’s upset, he does when he’s jealous—pretty much any strong emotion. "It’s hot in here."

"They have the AC blasting, but alright."

Johnny stops, turning around to face him and throwing his arms over Daniel’s shoulders. Daniel rests his hands on Johnny’s waist; the fabric of the dress feels nice. They start to sway.

Johnny stares at the banner behind Daniel.

"Trying a new style? You look, uh, really pretty."

Yikes, Daniel thinks. Is Johnny okay with "pretty"?

"Don’t make fun of me, punk"

Daniel shakes his head, his hair moving with it, and squeezes his waist assuringly. "I wouldn’t do that. I meant it, you look good."

Johnny studies his face for a moment, then smiles. "Oh. Thanks." 

Daniel is a cute guy for sure.

Daniel nods, wracking his brain for other things to say—the perfect thing that will get Johnny on a date with him—or in the janitors closet with his skirt rucked up his legs while Daniel—

"You look good too. Really good. I like your suit, it’s very…blue."

"Like your eyes, I guess we match." Daniel grins up at him.

"Guess we do. You trying to copy me?""

Daniel shrugs. "Maybe I am."

Johnny's brows crease, then he laughs.

It’s comfortable, not weird like either of them thought it would be—were scared that it would be. Johnny presses his forehead against Daniel’s, and they listen to the music."

"This is the sound!

Always slipping from my hands

Sand's a time of its own

Take your seaside arms and write the next line

Oh! I want the truth to be known…"

Daniel encircles his arms around Johnny. "Hope they play Speedwagon."

Johnny pulled away then, and Daniel’s arms tightened around him.

"You like Speedwagon?"

"Uh, duh? Only people with bad taste don’t I mean, in my opinion, obviously, if you don’t like them, that’s—"

"Shut up, I love Speedwagon, Daniel. Why didn’t you tell me you had good taste in music before? I coulda’ shown you my cassettes and CD’s!"

He pushes Daniel away and grabs his hand again, pulling him over to where Dutch was sitting instead of Jimmy and shoveling chips from the vending machine into his mouth.

"Hey, man! Can you tell the other guys I’ll be in the parking lot? I’m showing LaRusso my mixes."

Dutch glares at Daniel, lip twitching like he’s disgusted, then looked back up at Johnny. "You gonna hang alone with this dick? Why don’t I come with—"

"Come on, Dutch. It’s fine, okay? Nothing to worry over. We’ll be back." He ruffled Dutch’s hair. "And remember, you owe me thirty in cash."

He blows a kiss at Dutch, who points a middle finger at him as he walks away.

"I’ll kill him if he tries anything, Johnny. I’m not afraid to go to prison!"

Johnny snorts, and Daniel laughs weakly.

"That’s scary."

"He doesn’t mean it, okay? He’s just a worrier."

"But what if he did?"

"Then I’d tell him to stop, simple."

That does make Daniel feel a little better. Dutch may be as aggressive and ready to attack as a wild dog, but he almost always listened to Johnny (and sometimes Bobby.)

He leads him to the parking lot, letting go of Daniel’s hand to unlock the door. Daniel missed the warmth; he wanted to know every line on Johnny’s hand.

"Get in the back. It’s cozier."

Johnny winks at him, and Daniel’s heart pounds, hard on aching. Normally he’d question, but…

He opens the car door and slides onto the seat. It smells like cigarettes and cologne—not Johnny's, though. Johnny always smelled like soap and musk (which had a sweet tinge to it.) He wonders if there’s a little unused bottle of some expensive scent sitting on Johnny’s dresser. He doesn’t know what Johnny’s home life is like, his mother is never at any of his practices, not like Lucille.

Johnny gets in next to him and locks the doors, leaning between the two front seats to dig in his glove box, his dress riding up his thighs. What’s he wearing under there?

"Ah ha!" Johnny exclaims, presenting a CD. "Speedwagon: Lost in a Dream."

He starts the engine and feeds it to the radio, settling back down with his leg pressed against Daniel’s as the music starts up.

"Give me a ride on your roller coaster

Give me a thrill, I can't help feelin' bored…"

Daniel keeps his breathing even, looking at the interior. "I like your car."

"Thanks, Dutch and I did a little remodeling."

They seem pretty close… "Oh, cool."

Johnny thinks about Daniel in his convertible, as an old man, rolling around in it and telling people about the good ole’ days. He wants to be there with him. "Yours is pretty rad too. Outdated and small, but still."

"Hey!"

Johnny snorts, slapping Daniel’s shoulder. "Cool it. Smaller cars are faster!"

Daniel rolls his eyes with a smirk.

They hardly bother to nod their heads to the music before they’re latched onto each other's mouths, magnetitized. They both knew why they were relly there.

Johnny swings his leg over and straddles Daniel, pulling at his inky hair and rocking his hips in his lap, pressing his ass purposefully against Daniel’s crotch, causing him to groan against his lips, a noise Johnny devours.

"Can…fuck….can I get my hands under here, sweetheart? Is that okay?" Daniel asks breathlessly, his fingers kissing the edge of Johnny’s dress.

Johnny nods, and Daniel wasted zero time, greedy hands shoving under and grabbing at what he could.

Is that more lace?

"Jimmy threw in another 20 if I wore them." Johnny explains, leaning down to kiss up his face. "And I already had them. Easy cash."

Daniel lets out an almost pained chuckle "You’re killing me, honey. Tell my mother I said I love her at my funeral."

Johnny reaches between them and unbuttons Daniel’s pants. "Don’t talk about your mom right now, weirdo. Touch me instead, come on."

Daniel gasps and grabs handfuls of Johnny’s ass for support when he starts grinding faster. "Johnny—"

"Y'know, I want you to fuck me, been wanting it."

Daniels gulps. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Been using my fingers while thinking about you, but it’s not enough. Need you to put it in me, Daniel, I want it."

He sounds so whiny, and Daniel is going to cum in his pants prematurely.

"Actually?"

"Yeah, actually. I can take it so good, just you wait."

"Tonight? Like now?"

Daniel lays his head back against the seat, getting closer to the edge at just thoe thought. He’s always thought about Johnny, even when he tried not to. Countless night of jerking himself off to the thought of that ass and pretty face. Does he mean tonight? Is he going to let him do it right here?

"No, LaRusso, not tonight, unfortunately. Can’t let you get my dress dirty, and we’re on a timer."

"Timer?"

"The Cobras are going to check on me soon enough, and if it’s Dutch he'll start a scene."

Ah, right. So is this it for now? He’s grateful, but…

Johnny gets off his lap and back into the seat next to Daniel, taking his arms out of the sleeves of his dress pushing the top down to his hips. He put a hand on Daniel’s thigh.

Daniel really wants to bury his face against Johnny’s chest.

Johnny's lips are moving.

"We can still go all the way, just not tonight. But I can suck it."

Daniel breathes out shakily. Thank god. He nods his head clumsily, and Johnny tugs down his boxers.

Johnny looks captivated. "Wow, man. You’re like…way bigger than I pictured. Fuckin freak of nature having a cock like this with that stick body."

Long and thick, tan and curved. Johnny needs it.

Daniel would usually be annoyed at that, but it sounds like a compliment coming from Johnny, and he’s really, really desperate to get his dick wet. Thanks, I guess."

Johnny hums, then leans down, back arched, so Daniel still has a good view of his ass. He takes the tip into his mouth and sucks.

Daniel keeps himself still, fighting not to buck his hips and choke Johnny. His mouth is so perfect. Hot and slick. He can’t even imagine what the other end of him would feel like.

Johnny swirls his tongue, wrapping a hand around Daniel and taking his mouth off the head for a moment, opening wide and just resting Daniel’s dick there, shaking his head to rub his tongue on it and looking up at Daniel.

"Johnny…you, god, you—"

Johnny giggles, letting his eyes flutter shut as he takes Daniel down his throat this time like a pro.

Daniel chokes on his spit, putting a shaky hand on the dip of Johnny’s back when he really wants to reach farther and squeeze. 

Johnny looks up at him again, wiggling his hips a little in a clear invitation that Daniel takes readily, resting his hand on Johnny’s firm ass and patting it before giving it a good grope.

Johnny whimpers, sneaking a hand between his own legs to touch himself through his underwear, which are already damp with precum.

Daniel’s eyes are squeezed shut, and throaty noises escape him as Johnny bobs his head. He looks so hot; Johnny speeds up his hand and takes him down to the base, keeping himself there and waiting.

Daniel peers down at him. "Johnny?"

Johnny lifts his head up again, then drops back down. Doing that a few more times and effectively fucking his mouth with Daniel’s cock.

"What are you doing?"

Johnny picks up Daniel’s other hand and puts it on the back of his head. "Mm!"

Johnny want him to….

He fists Johnny’s hair, still gentle as he can be with it, and pulls his head up so some of his length slips from his mouth, then shoves him back down on it.

God that feels so good. "Is this alright? Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Mhm." Johnny replies, arching more into the hand on his ass and speeding up the hand between his legs. Daniel keeps doing it.

He takes a leap, licking the pads of two of his fingers before slipping his hand down the back of Johnny’s underwear and lightly rubbing them on his hole. He wants to be inside it so, so bad. He presses down a little more when he feels Johnny swallow around him, and the tip of his middle accidentally slips in.

Johnny chokes, and his whole body tenses, his thighs pressingand whines leaving his mouth as he cums, too drunk on it to feel embarrassed yet.

Daniel feels very pleased with himself. "God, Johnny, I’m gonna…Where do I….?"

He pulls Johnny all the way off by his hair, swearing to commit the sight of Johnny’s debauched face—his mascara a mess on his cheeks and his lipgloss smeared all over Daniel’s—to memory.

"In my mouth." Johnny croaks, holding Daniel’s forearm for support. "Please."

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you want.”

Daniel bites his lip and fills Johnny’s mouth again, letting him lead the pace.

Johnny suckles around him, wriggling his tongue on the underside on every downstroke, and doing his damndest to push Daniel over the edge; it works.

Johnny drinks down every drop that Daniel gives him, pulling off and sticking out his tongue while he wrings Daniel’s cock for more until he pushes his hand away with a pained noise.

Johnny rests his cheek on Daniel’s thigh as they both catch their breath.

"Wow, Johnny, that was—"

Johnny sits up quickly, grabbing a box of tissues from under the passenger seat and wiping his face vigorously. "Yeah, yeah, it was really fuckin’ good, Daniel, but I’d suggest tidying yourself up so we don’t have issues with—Tommy is literally walking out the entrance, man."

Daniel jumps into action, running his fingers panickedly through his hair and stuffing his dick back in his trousers.

There’s a knock at the window; they barely managed.

Johnny leans across Daniel’s lap and turns the crank. "Hey, buddy! You’ve been out here a while. All good?"

He gives Daniel a suspicious look.

"Yeah, man, all good. We were actually just about to head back inside."

Tommy hums. "Why do you sound like that? You getting sick?"

Tommy reaches through the window and puts his hand on Johnny’s cheek. "You’re burning up!"

Johnny lightly smacks it away. "I’m fine, was just singing to the music and got a little hoarse and sweaty."

Tommy raises a brow, but leaves it be. "Alright. We’re missing ya in there, J, so hurry."

"For sure."

Johnny starts shutting the window before Tommy can say anything, and Tommy puts a hand to his heart dramatically before laughing and turning to head back inside.

Johnny turns to Daniel. "One more kiss?"

Daniel smiles and leans in.

#lawrusso #nsft #safety first #I ​Made it a little fast paced #Daniel is nervous. He’s gonna be A LOT more filthy with his words the next time he sees Johnny

[kyoryu]

do you have any headcanons about sashanne high school breakup? i know it sucks thinking about the canon end timeline but that little mention in your demi anne comic was intriguing 👀

HEH...you know how anne says we can deal with our emotional baggage later and then never do. sorry for more amphibia criticism but the way they handled sashannes second reunion was so shitty and undramatic it pisses me off how they sweep everything under the rug and just make characters be happy and makeup like nothing.

so... heh. they get together i like to think at 15/16 bc they like each other ofc and have been stuck in this cutesy flirty banter ever since commanding together the rebellion, but there is also all these bottled up emotions that they never brought up and it goes like this:

when they get together as teens they like the version of each other they believe they know. sasha likes anne but when anne is now the emotionally distant one she's unfulfilled. sure anne is affectionate and shes great to her but whenever sasha tries to get the convo onto a more serious ground of Hey i Really REALLY Like You anne tends to play stupid and desperately makes her way out of the situation. heh. turns out dying and getting ripped from you the chance of ever being a child again because you know whats after death and specifically after YOUR death, leaving u with a nihilistic view of life where u just smile through it no matter what, isnt good for a highschool relationship with a newly reformed, takes everything seriously and wants to talk about everything, sasha waybright! thank u amphibia writers anne is 1000% okay after all this and she leads a completely normal happy life doesnt she!

and on annes end. she's deep down, waiting for sasha to betray her at one point. its kind of like, anne is not as committed to the rs as sasha is bc anne's emotionally disconnected. she refuses to think of herself and her own feelings which drives her to never face the fact she has trust issues, which in return means she never truly processed everything sasha did in amphibia and how thats deeply changed their relationship forever

and that all blows up in their faces eventually. sasha snaps at anne for acting like theyre still just friends, anne snaps at sasha for acting like nothing ever happened, sasha snaps at anne, SAD, bc how dare u bring that up, not only was it YEARS ago but i apologized and u forgave me, i thought we were pass that, and anne snaps back at sasha surprised and upset with HERSELF because sasha is right, but also this situations making anne think of things she doesnt want to think and its too difficult. and they break up.

and yknow... bonus points for prom. one or two years after breakup. they decide to go together because somehow it feels weird to go with anyone else. by that point theyre barely talking at all so its surprising when sasha approaches anne to ask her but annes like yknow what. wouldnt have it any other way.

so they go to prom together and theyre cutesy and have Moments and dance together and have almost kiss moment and YOU KNOW WHAT. THEY FIGHT AGAIN. for the DAMN SAME STUFF its like a speedrun of that dating period they have but in 1 night and its the prom and god i love these vibes of shitty prom. it also adds, popular hc of marcy wanting to go to prom with sasha and anne so bad but shes away so she cant fulfill this dream. i see ur "marcy travels to la for prom and sashannarcy all go together" and i bring you "sashanne go together and fight, marcy is away and alone, no one gets what they fucking want" why? bc it is more interesting to think about and im tired of making these characters act like nothing fucking happened

amphibia was not just an adventure that is over with. shit happened and it affects them in the long run. anyways. what was the question

#new ask tag

[moonbeam-dragon]

Fearsome Foursome

Moonrise! So I had this dumb idea. This is more of a shitpost but I thought it would be funny. It would be a comic strip but I can't draw. So little drabble it is. The Poly Four. As a fandom, we need to come up with a better ship name for them. Tw: S3xual innuendos, swearing.

The bank alarm was going off as the Fearsome Four ran off, each with a bag or two of loot. They kept in close formation while they escaped, making sure nobody fell behind or got lost. The group was blocked by a cloud of blue smoke in front of them. They slowed to a stop.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night..."

Liquidator splashed to be closer to Bushroot, also putting more distance between himself and his electric companion should a fight break out. Quackerjack and Megavolt jumped close together, getting into a fighting stance.

"I am the family disappointment that doesn't bring anything to the potluck."

Bushroot looked over at Quackerjack, who was looking at him as well with an amused face. They shared a small snicker at the bad line.

"I am... Darkwing Duck!!" The short duck spread his cape in what he must have thought to be a menacing manner. He then whipped out his gas gun and pointed it at the gang. He smirked, already amused by his next line. "Hello, Fearsome Foursome!"

Liquidator rolled his eyes, about to make a comment about how mature that was, when Megavolt spoke up.

"How did you know about that?"

In an instant, all eyes were on the electric rodent. He was staring at Darkwing in genuine confusion. His brain had stalled when he heard the remark, and he'd spat out the first thing that came to his mind.

Darkwing lowered his gun and cocked his head. "Know about wha-" He cut himself off, eyes widening as he realized what Megavolt implied. "Wait what the fu-"

"BAHAHAHAHOOHOO!" Quackerjack dropped his bags and burst out laughing, falling out of his defensive position. He put his hands on his knees and failed to collect himself. "He didn't mean it literally!" he pointed out to his partner.

A zap ran up the rat's spine as he realized, flying off his hat. "Oh-"

"Megavolt!" Bushroot yelled, hiding his face in his leaves. He let the one bag he was holding fall to the ground. His face turned dark green from the chlorophyll flooding his cheeks. Little red flowers sprouted up through his hair, a mixture of marigolds, chrysanthemums, and white peonies. He groaned into his hands, muttering something about his teammate.

If Liquidator could blush, he would have. "Three out of four supervillains agree that that was very embarrassing." He slowly sank down into a puddle so that his face couldn't be seen. The two bags he was holding just sat on top of the water. Quackerjack continued to laugh his ass off, clutching his side and falling to his knees.

"How would that even work?!" Darkwing exclaimed. "One of you is water and one is a vegetable. Can Liquidator and Megavolt even touch?"

"That's not your business," Megavolt said, crossing his arms and glaring.

Darkwing threw his hands up. "Seriously, you're together? How did that happen?"

Bushroot looked up from his hands, glowering. "It's a long story that's none of your business, dammit."

Quackerjack looked up at Darkwing and wiped tears from his eyes. "You- you can at least say you called it, ha!"

Bushroot glared at his partner. "Quackerjack, this isn't funny! What about this is funny?"

"The chrysanthemums in your hair, for one-"

"Shut up," Bushroot warned, pointing a finger at him.

Quakcerjack pulled the strings of his hat in a cross. "That and this must make him feel so alone! Unless that sidekick of yours is-"

"What?!" Darkwing exclaimed. "No! Nonono! Launchpad and I are partners in crime fighting. Nothing more. He's my pilot."

"Uh-huh," Megavolt said, lifting the bag he'd been holding over his shoulder. He was blushing furiously. "I've known you for a decade. And I know you're gayer than a bucket of wings."

Liquidator rose his head, chest, and arms out of the puddle. "Did you just quote The Prom?"

Megavolt nodded. "Yeah."

The masked mallard stuttered. "I am not gay! I have a girlfriend!"

"Is it your sidekick?" Quackerjack asked.

"No!"

Liquidator rose up all the way and flowed over to Megavolt, putting a careful arm around his shoulder. His other hand gestured grandly to the hero. "That, my dears, is a genuine homosexual in denial!"

"I'm not gay!"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" Quackerjack teased. He pulled a match out of nowhere and struck it on the street. He threw it at Darkwing and snagged up one of his bags. "Let's go!"

Darkwing's cape caught on fire. He shrieked and tried to take it off to stomp out, only succeeding in tripping himself. The rest of the villains grabbed their bags and ran out of the area, down an alleyway. They came upon an empty parking lot where Megavolt had left his car. They were quick to jump in, dropping the loot on the floor in the back. Megavolt got in the driver's seat and Quackerjack leaped in shotgun. Bushroot wound up behind the jester, Liquidator sitting in his own seat behind the driver's. It was covered in plastic wrap so he didn't short out the whole car. There was a moment of silence from them as Megavolt started the car and began high-tailing it out.

Liquidator looked over at Bushroot, smiling a bit. "Marigolds?"

The plant-duck plucked a couple of the flowers from his hair. They were an annoying trait he'd developed. When feeling extremely emotional, he'd blossom flowers. It was embarrassing, and often a dead giveaway his boyfriends used to read him. "Yeah, what of it?"

Megavolt glanced at him in the mirror, snickering. "What are the white ones? Peonies?"

Bushroot glared, crossing his arms and looking out the window. "Liq, tell Megavolt I'm not going to talk to him after he outed us to Darkwing Duck!"

"It was an accident!"

Bud rolled his eyes at his lovers. "It's not like we're entirely subtle about it. Especially Megavolt and Quackerjack."

Quackerjack looked at him in the rear-view mirror. "We gave him a crisis to even it out. Fair play. Besides, we got away with the loot."

"Yeah, when you set him on fire," Bushroot said bitterly.

Megavolt glanced at his jester. "Isn't that your second account of arson?"

"Second. Third. Fourth. Not sure at this point," the clown admitted.

Bushroot groaned and rubbed the bridge of his beak with his hand. "Sweet Gaia, what is your problem?"

"Us," Liquidator answered smugly.

"They're our problem," Bushroot quipped.

"Come on. You're not gonna stay mad at him, are you Reggie?" Quackerjack asked, turning around to look at the plant-duck.

Bushroot turned so he was looking out the window and not at his boyfriends. He kept his vines crossed in contempt.

Megavolt looked back at him, frowning. "Aw. I'm sorry, my precious orchid."

Megavolt's new nickname for him made Bushroot reconsider his anger. He sighed and turned back a bit to look at them. "Fine. We'll talk about this when we get home."

Quackerjack grinned in satisfaction and turned back to face forward. "Good! Hey, can we get takeout on the way home?"

Liquidator nodded, smiling at the jester. "Of course. That sounds like a lovely idea."

Megavolt made a sudden jerk to the steering wheel, turning a corner to go to a different destination in that case. "Sounds great. Come to think of it, it sounds really good. I might not have eaten today."

"It's almost midnight, babe," Liquidator noted aloud.

"I know. I had some orange juice this morning."

"I guess chow mein or something sounds tasty right now," Bushroot said. It wasn't often he actually ate, being able to photosynthesize. But hey, tasting was still an ability he had. Might as well use it.

That's it. Bad ending. This ended up way longer than it was supposed to. It was supposed to be just Megavolt outing them but hey. Fluff. So I'd rate this as suggestive crack fluff. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbages, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life! Moonset!

#darkwing duck #fearsome four #megavolt #quackerjack #liquidator #bushroot #poly four #quackervolt #quackeroot #liquiroot #liquijack #liquivolt #megaroot #bushvolt #bushjack #playthyme #drakepad

[seeminglydark]

A little thank you to all the people who took the time to check out my mini comic Prom Night this weekend for Free Comic Book Day! I wasn’t expecting such a warm reception, but I got so many sweet comments and messages from old readers of my comics and new ones who don’t know these characters yet! My heart is full!

If you liked Sully and Carrie and want to know more about them, you can read my free webcomics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal on Webtoon and Tapas. In both comics they are all grown up, using the names Johnny and Caro respectively, a lot of life has happened in between Prom Night and their current story arc, but you can follow their reconnection as they learn who each other has become over the last seven years and fall in love all over again. They are side characters with important arcs in Seemingly Dark, but I loved them so much I gave them their own story in Mil-Liminal!

Fun fact: yes these are the cuties from my detention piece! And also most of the art on this blog, you just see masculine Caro much more often then their teenage femme counterpart.

Feel free to ask if you have any Q’s! It was an absolute joy to share this story with you! You will be able to still read it if you buy me a coffee on ko-fi (raptorjules) purchase the hard copy from my ko-fi, I still have about 20 left, or wait til Halloween and read it free on Webtoon and Tapas!

Thanks for everything!

#free comic book day #mini comic #thank you #prom queen #punk boy #opposites attract #horror story #horror comic #trans character #queer romance

[siennaditbot]

Idk if I'll get motivated enough to finish this but here's somewhat of an outline synopsis thing for another KP So the Drama rewrite but this time inverted :>

• Both mutter over how sappy the school is getting cuz of the prom. Kim's dropping hints and Ron's just jealous no one is paying attention to him (open your eyes dude!!)

• When Bonnie tries to bully her about going with Ron, Kim tells her it's better to go to prom with someone who actually cares than an on-off partner

• Kim's casually shopping with Ron when she notices a new ad for cuddle buddies. She gets excited (since there's no picture) but tries to hide it. Ron tells her it's ok to like the things she Iikes. She can't wait for them to come out!

• Wade calls about Killigan who's trying to get the Centurion project again. Kim and Ron go to him and manage to stop him, but someone (Eric?) swoops in, winks at them, and disappears after stealing it. Killigan is mad at them. "And ye call yerselves heroes?!" Wade tries to dig where it went and who took it, but to no avail.

• Kim's really trying to hint about going to prom with Ron, maybe not even hinting and blatantly talking about going, but he doesn't think much of it. Or seems like he doesn't at least. Not like they haven't gone before, even to date-like places like the wedding. "It might be a bit awk-weird but why wouldn't we go? We've gone to dances together before." (He's in denial, too scared to think of actually going with her. Thinks he shouldn't have hope of anything more. Also change is scary.)

• When Kim stops him to properly ask him about going (the mood is perfect for confessing at a quiet corner or smth) but then Piper appears and trips, dropping her stuff around. She has some nerdy stuff that grabs Ron's attention, and the three continue walking and two of them continue talking. Kim's immediately annoyed.

• They talk about her later. Ron's smug about Kim's jealousy over "his friend Piper", enjoying the attention

• Later Kim and Ron run into Piper at Bueno Nacho as well, and the two get into it again. Kim's very suspicious due to her jealousy, so she starts asking her questions, acting innocent. Her mom is a teacher, her dad has a radio show (but she never listens to it cuz he's embarrassing), she loves video games and comics and does some freelance coding/design to get money?

• Ron's impressed and Kim's even more annoyed. She later asks Wade to do a bg check on her, insisting she's not jealous. Wade doesn't believe her cuz of that, but agrees to do it anyway. Drakken asked Big Daddy for info on fake identity making people and they made her a small profile. She's from Europe? British?? (Piper cuz of Billie Piper lol, maybe Billie's her second name? Or even first but she goes by Piper?)

• Nothing suspicious at first glance so Wade just tells Kim she's overreacting again. She still keeps her eyes open and goes along with their nerdy plans for a while, trying to keep up and not lose him

• Some time later Piper meets them at school and obviously starts flirting with him. Again, he's enjoying the attention, but trying to explain to Kim that they're just friends. Piper counterfires and confesses then and there.

• Ron looks between the girls (who are glaring at each other) and runs away, yelling that he'll think about it. Cue epic monologue with Rufus.

• He's been over the unwritten rules, and he says that Piper seems like someone he could actually be himself with - down to earth, nerdy and chill. He did try to act cooler than he was at first (a habit with girls, it's gotten better but still), but she told him he's fine just as he is. Maybe he should go for it so he could get back to normal with Kim? He says that he does have feelings for her but it's just made things more awkward lately. He's doing this to get over Kim and back into the safety of the friend zone. Change is scary and he doesn't want to take the first step.

• And so Ron and Piper start dating. It's barely different from how they were (casual gaming and chilling and eating) but now there's more physical contact. Piper's all over him and it's making Kim sad instead of angry.

• To make things worse for her, the new Cuddle Buddies were revealed (she forgot due to Ron stuff), and 1. They're super ugly and 2. Merch of them will be sold at Club Banana. Kim dashes over to see necklaces, bracelets and rings with designs of these ugly creatures, and the store is getting filled with tweens, hipsters who love ugly stuff, and enthusiastic collectors who want every Cuddle Buddy thing ever. She's pushed out of the store. "This feels familiar", or smth.

• She's sulking with Monique at BN. Ron and Piper are there too, and the girls are giving them the side eye. They don't notice.

• Kim wonders if she should have taken the first step after all. Monique tells her she could have, but Ron taking it would've meant he's more ready for it. She reminds him of the moodulator stuff, which embarrasses and frustrates Kim. She wouldn't be as over the top when she's herself! Kim says that she's scared too. She's already been rejected once, after all, and everything's been a bit more awkward since then. There's tension. There's clearly something there.

• Then Kim starts ranting about the plushies and the merch and Monique's just as mad. She has to deal with the barrage of annoying customers every day after all.

• Meanwhile Piper's either feeding Ron or doing some stupid food stunts with him. Surprisingly, he's not that into it after a while. "Kim would try to stop me", but he immediately shakes the thought off and gets more into it and closer to her. He was supposed to get over her. Rufus is doing his thing and enjoying their new pal, but looks at Kim a bit sadly.

• At school Kim's giving space to Ron and his apparent new gf, so she hangs more with Monique. They do get called on a weird mission together as usual. Shego's been spotted at a local supermarket trying to grab every teen magazine there is. They stop her, but Drakken drops in and they escape. They work fine as usual, but Kim's a bit more snappy and distant? Ron's trying not to gravitate towards her, since he misses her a lot. He ends up teasing her and boasting?

• Another similar occurrence to the BN one happens when Ron and Piper are gaming and he laughs to himself about how Kim sucks at video games. He has to reprimand himself again. He's feeling guilty about missing their usual chill night. Meanwhile Kim's just at home, studying, reading or watching tv or smth. Lonely "Ron-night"?

• Later at school Wade calls Kim and tells her not to call Ron yet. He thinks Piper is sus after all. Kim tries to wave it off and let the two have fun, blaming everything on her jealousy, but Wade insists. He could not find her parents anywhere, no records on them. No radio show. Her record is miniscule as well. He hasn't dealt with fake identities that much but can recognise one. She's sus.

• Kim's conflicted. Happy that maybe things can still be fixed, sad that things have gotten this far. Should they look into it? Should they tell Ron? She asks Wade what they should do. He will do more digging for now.

• Prom night is approaching, and Kim's stressing out. She's sad she's gonna end up going dateless, sure, but she wonders how she should tell Ron something's off with his date without it sounding too jealous. She confronts him before he leaves in his dumb blue suit.

• He's a bit taken aback, yeah, and smugly comments that she seems jelly, but Wade beeps in, confirming Kim's suspicions. "Ok, cool. Now what?" They start throwing around ideas to figure out who or what she is and what's going on.

• Wade also brings up the Centurion project. It hasn't resurfaced since they first lost it, and Piper didn't seem to wear anything like it. When they think about what Drakken's doing, Kim points out the magazine stuff. Ron notes that he has no idea where she lives. Wade says that he's been tracking her (Ron raises an eyebrow at Kim at that), and that she disappears at the mall every day. They decide to follow her the next day. Kim's wondering why Ron's so fine with it all.

• They try to act normal at school, Ron's still dealing with Piper to the best of his acting ability, and after school they say their byes (she gives Ron a kiss on the cheek) and act like they're leaving only to hide and follow Piper. She goes to the mall, straight into Club Banana. Kim follows her in, but loses her in the crowd.

• "What if she just loves to shop or works there?' "She doesn't come out unless you ask her to or she has to go to school." "Oh."

• Wade says that while they were following her, he's been digging into CB stuff, and found out that Shego has somehow become the CEO/president or whatever. He finds a clip of the obviously mind controlled previous boss who's signing some papers in front of a snickering Shego. They get ready to meet the new boss. Kim gets out her yet to be tested battle suit.

• They're wondering about the evil plan, but that clears up as they drive past several children and some adults wearing Centurion-like battle armor. They're still unsure about what Piper's role is in this. Wade tells them that there must be some sort of a command signal since the armored people don't seem to be able to control themselves.

• They head over to the CB HQ, and are met with Shego, Drakken, some new goons and people wearing the armor. Kim recognizes one of the goons as the one who winked at them before. "Oh, you like this one? 901, get the girl!"

• Epic fight stuffs, Ron accidentally makes the armored people shoot the new goons, revealing that they're syntho-drones. Ew.

• Kim's asking for the usual villain monologue, and Drakken starts going. They just wanted to ruin everything she cares about, but she was too jealous and nosy and ruined everything too soon. He points at Eric, saying that they had one prepared for her, too. Both Kim and Ron are disgusted. Ron: "Piper's a syntho-drone??! Ew!!!" Kim: "I knew there was something off about her from the beginning!" Shego: "Just admit that you were jealous and how lucky it was that you ended up being right." Ron kinda looks at Kim hopefully, but she just shrugs somewhat casually, adrenaline covering her nerves. Not like Shego needs to know.

• More fighting, even Piper appears, and she and Eric start throwing punches at Kim and Ron. They manage to stop them, causing them to fall in top of each other. They look at each other in surprise, get up, move to hold hands, and leave. "That's why I was worried about the AI with these things, D." "Oh shut up." While that's going on Wade tells Ron to dig through Kim's backpack and he fishes out a USB killer, tosses it to Kim, and they run into what seems like the main office. She jams the stick in and the whole system goes down, which seemed to work on the armored people as well, based on Drakken's cursing. "I knew we should have gone with 901 instead!"

• Shego and Drakken are soon arrested, and Kim and Ron drive back quietly, until Kim asks why he wasn't devastated by Piper's "backstabbing". She would have been if she was in his shoes. "I did have fun with her, don't get me wrong, but... (leans forehead on her back?) it all made me constantly think of you instead. Heh, would have been real scummy of me if she wasn't a syntho thing." Kim's baffled, and when Ron doesn't elaborate, she determinedly drives back home. She tells him to go get ready for prom.

• They get there, awkwardly hold hands and are pushed onto the dance floor, and they continue their chat. "I was super jealous btw." "I noticed. Actually made me kinda happy, sorry." "Pffft. I'm sorry too. I was too scared to take the first step." "So was I, I never actually really took it." "Well, close enough." They do a silly dance move like a spin and/or a dip, and look at each other, giggling. Kim then gets more serious. "What would you have done if she was real?" Ron: "I could ask you the same, you were so green eyed they almost started to change colors." She just rolls her obviously natural green eyes affectionately as Ron places a hand on her cheek, leans in and they finally kiss.

#kim possible #ron stoppable #kim possible so the drama #kim x ron #kim possible x ron stoppable #kimron #SDB rambles #SDB fics #been sitting in my drafts for a while so at least with this someone else can kinda maybe enjoy it #sorry and you're welcome? #can't remember much but i guess i liked it #lost motivation towards the end tho cuz i got tired or smth #another “done in one sitting” thing btw #long post

[thatdeadaquarius]

i NEED to see more of your art !!!!!

*bats eyelashes* this is a threat.

AHFLALSDHA WHAT- STOP GET OUT NO U DONT PLEASE-

U WANNA SEE MY ART??!!

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YEARRSSS FOR SOMEONE TO SEE MY ART-

For future standalone posts like Possession AU/actual Fanfics/Non-Asks I'll probably add some of my art as a fun visual, since it sucks the closest I can get is gifs to feeling more immersed! :/

These I drew over the past 2-3 weeks! They're my lovely OCS, left to right, Lucille, Mara and Sabrina! They're story is a big fat beautiful shit on JK Rowl*ng! Lucille is a black lesbian successful trans woman/future magic council-woman, Mara is a japanese-american hard-headed/bold sapphic woman/future professional magical athlete, and Sabrina is a plus-size queer woman/future professional magical plants necromancer! They're in my twist on Harry Potter universe, where they all go to magical university, and the point is that Mara and Lucille are infamous school rivals, but then fall in love/fall in love with Sabrina too! A magical gay polycule if u will, I've written 2 short stories about them for my fiction class so far!

SHEESH, DO ME A FAVOR AND CLICK FOR QUALITY!!

this was my last project for my illustration 2 class! I have a physical comic book/zine I'm making, but this is the summary TLDR digital piece lol, its actually a sort of isekai of myself into Percy Jackson and changing his fate for the better! (Yes ik his anatomy is ROUGH, dont look at him too hard- SOBS)

Here's an earlier project this year from Illustration 2, I got an article I had to make illustrations for, to help you understand it/add aesthetic to it! My subject was Cosmic Topology, pretty sick topic if u ever wanna look it up, it's about the shape of the universe! :0

^^^

And these-

are the gifs from that art exhibition I talked so much about the past couple weeks! It was my senior art exhibition (a requirement to display art in the uni gallery to graduate!)

irl photos under this text block!

These are actually being projected across pages in a fake photo album/prom guestbook thingy, fully interactive so u can turn the pages and it shows a new animation, like a magical storybook! Also, since it's prom themed, I made it a kinda guestbook/sign book so gallery viewers can get some glitter pens I left out to sign the end of it! I also have a playlist I made playing in the gallery along with it so it's like what they'd play at this prom! :) hope that made sense!

The content is that the girl you see walking around in white is getting social anxiety/stressed out, to the point of dissociating, as a way of doing my theme I've kept up for university of things appearing darker than they initially look (hence the colors + I love colors), and to bring awareness to mental health!

welp, didnt mean to include all that black space, but that's my artist statement too! (u cant see the prints in the pictures, that's just my interactive piece I was talking about!)

hope if u click on the statement it's readable lol

Just click on the Alt text, I pasted it there 😭 also the piece is called

"You're the Star of the Night (you're dissociating)!"

Tumblr hates me so I just made the gif of me actually turning the pages into a link/QR code thingy! feel free to check out if u want :)

Uh anyway, if you made it this far, thank you so much!

Can't wait to make more fanart tbh lol

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR ASKING ORAH!! (sorry it wasnt more genshin stuff whoops...) RLLY HOPE I DIDNT SPAM U TOO HARD-

Safe travels,

💀♒️

#my art #aquarius art #aquarius arts #ask box open #my asks #art post #lol nothing to tag rlly bc if i say 'not genshin' itll still register if u search #anyway thank u sm orah #my beloved ;-; #cant believe u asked omfg #i cant wait to draw more sagau stuff tho #i just havent had much time for it this year bc of school #which is also why the possession au art is bare bones linework too lmao