#we’ve seen all of them cry MULTIPLE times

[cupid-styles]

a day in the life (ymls)

it's been awhile since I've posted anything about these cuties so here's a lil blurb!!!!! hope you enjoy :)

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content warnings: family stuff, y/n is no longer pregnant BUT there's discussions of her pregnancy, giving birth, and lactating/breastfeeding

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Y/N never asked Harry to live with her.

They never had a conversation about it, instead just deciding to go to her house after she and Clementine were released from the hospital because it would likely be easier to recover in her own space — all of her lactation gear was there, along with the three (3!) different pregnancy pillows Harry purchased for her throughout the duration of the pregnancy. 

But then he just never… left.

In hindsight, despite neither of them bringing it up, they both recognize that it’s a way past overdue discussion. Someone should’ve been like, “hey, I know we’ve only been dating for like four months or so and we’re having a baby together, but should we live in the same space, maybe? Just for ease of parenting and all that?”. 

Surprisingly, though, since Y/N very much appreciates her own room — she didn’t do well in college when she had a roommate in their dorm, and she’s very much an introvert that adores heading home at the end of the long day and simply being alone — she hasn’t completely hated Harry being around all the time. It’s the most that they’ve ever spent time together, a whopping three and a half weeks straight since Clementine was born.

It’s a different kind of time, though, considering a newborn’s schedule is unlike anything else. They alternate between who gets to nap during the day and while Y/N is technically cleared for recovery, she still aches like… well, like she pushed an entire body through her. (Even when she tears up looking at Clementine nearly every day, she still shudders at the thought of giving birth. Harry called it the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and she sincerely wonders if he’s mentally well.) 

And somehow, they’ve developed a schedule that works quite well, for now at least. Clementine, their sweet little baby girl, is a decent sleeper. Per all those parenting books Harry obsessed over for nine months, she spends most of her time sleeping, with multiple feeding times throughout the day and night.

When Harry and Y/N both manage to be awake and conscious during the day, they hover over her bassinet — well, formerly in Y/N’s room, but now it seems to be Y/N’s plus Harry’s room? — quietly leaning in to make sure she’s breathing okay, admiring her cute little face, and taking pictures of the adorable onesies Harry puts her in. They have visitors, of course, including both pairs of their parents, siblings, and mutual friends. There’s a lot of crying and smiling and, oddly enough, entertaining, which is silly considering they’re still brand new parents who are working off of two- or three-hour incremental naps. 

In terms of their dynamic, things shift slightly, but Y/N is still the grump Harry adores. She’s exhausted, understandably so. The whole breastfeeding thing wreaks havoc on her body and Clementine doesn’t love it, so she tries her best to regularly pump milk for her, but she hates sitting on the couch, asking Harry to turn on some stupid reality show to distract her, and feeling the machine push and prod at her breasts. 

“This makes me feel like a cow,” she’d huffed the first time they did it, and it made Harry snort so loud he had to excuse himself from the room. 

But Harry… he’s good, even if it’s difficult for Y/N to properly communicate that to him. She knows she got very lucky with him, not just from a partnership standpoint — which, that’s an entirely different conversation that they haven’t gotten to yet — but a parenting one, too. He has no reason to get up with her at 3 am because Clem’s doing her sweet little lamb cries from the corner of their bedroom. Y/N can very easily escape to the room she designated as her nursery months back, where there’s a comfy nursing chair her mother bought her, but instead Harry’s up before Y/N’s eyes are even properly open, gently placing her in her arms and pushing a warm bottle into her hand.

He insists on helping her with every feeding, taking on more diaper changes than Y/N, and even doing his best to take care of her along the way. He helps her into the bath when her bones and joints are too achy to stand in the shower, he never complains about cooking them dinner (if Y/N orders food one more time, she thinks her bank will call her and ask if she’s been taken hostage by one of those ordering apps), and, even with her heightened hormones and emotions, she does indeed cry helplessly, salty tears leaking onto her daughter’s forehead when Harry comes home one day with a bouquet of flowers, a tidy note in the front that says “for my girls”. 

It makes him laugh so hard, the sight of his cranky girl in her milk-stained robe standing in the kitchen, gently rocking Clementine as she holds the pretty stems. 

“Why are you laughing?” Y/N sniffs, lifting her hand to quickly wipe tears away from her cheeks. 

“Because you just look so cute right now,” he says with a grin. He takes the flowers back from her, murmuring out something about putting them in a vase. 

“Sometimes I do wonder if you’re certifiably insane.” Y/N mutters, partially to herself. When she glances down at a milk drunk Clem, a smile quirks at the edges of her lips. “What do you think, Clemmie? Is dada crazy?”

Harry knows that this isn’t the traditional family he dreamed about, that having a baby with Y/N was a risk he was only willing to take because he always wanted to be a dad — but shit, he’s so happy. 

(Y/N is, too. She’s over the moon, with the way gratitude feels like it fills up her body in a way she’s never experienced before. And she knows she’s awful at expressing her feelings, but when she glances back up at Harry, eyes twinkling with a healthy blush over her cheeks and a smile on her lips, he knows. He just knows.)

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[sepublic]

The Owl House Pilot Leak!!!

            Oh my titan.

            The Owl House’s original pilot episode (basically a bunch of voiced-over storyboards) just got leaked and OMT. Watching it felt like experiencing the original magic of the show all over again… Reminding me what it was like to fall in love the first time!!! The hype and rush, the excitement to type down my thoughts after a new episode, analyzing and gushing over both big and small moments, the details!!! The pilot has reiterated all over to me again why I love these characters, from Luz's powerful earnestness, to Eda's chaotic demeanor! It’s like having the whole show open ahead of me, the possibilities endless when knowing this is just the beginning and we could go anywhere from here!

            What’s interesting is that Luz’s conflict with Camila doesn’t really exist here; In fact Camila isn’t present or mentioned at all! What brings Luz to the isles is Amity, who’s been learning in the human world, under the guise of being a human by disguising her ears! It’s alluded to that Odalia and Alador made her do it, though we don’t know why…

            But WOW that must’ve been so meta, doing S3 with Amity stuck in the human world with Luz, hiding her ears! It must’ve been a fun way to bring back the older concepts in new form! And indeed, we see a couple of stuff we’ve already gotten glimpses of, such as the storyboards of Luz offering her friendship art to Amity! I love that we get to see the actual scenario of how Amity accidentally defended Luz in the first place, since we heard that but didn’t get to see how it turned out.

            It’s interesting that Lumity is basically the inciting incident of the story, though I can see why the final version opted instead to emphasize Luz’s conflict with her mother. Especially with how she chooses to stay in the isles in the final draft, which leads to guilt over lying to her mom, having her ‘coming out’ moment that eventually occurs in Yesterday’s Lie, etc. So more agency when it comes to Luz losing her access to the human world. Plus in the pilot, there isn't the same emphasis on Luz trying to live out her dreams of being a witch, and her obsession with stories that ties back to Manny and forms the basis for a lot of other themes and arcs.

            That said, I also appreciate what this alternate take offers, and how Lumity helps tie everything together, it really is the queerness that is such a foundational part of the ‘weirdness’ theme that the show is about, and it’s intertwined with the pilot! God Luz being heartbroken when Amity dismisses the drawing… And then crying when Eda compliments it without realizing who it’s about! Or maybe she did, she could’ve recognized Luz there and figured out a way to stealthily make Luz feel better…!

            I love Luz routinely lock-picking her locker because she presumably forgot the combination! And it’s interesting that we have a setup of there being multiple dimensions that the Boiling Isles has access to, and not just the human world and Demon Realm. That plays a role in the climax, more on that later. Given we have what is basically an airport for different dimensions, I wonder if we would’ve seen Luz find her way back home much earlier on, under much less intense circumstances, in a S1A episode?

            The ‘Emperor’ is also alluded to in the pilot, which we didn’t get actual mention of until the fifth episode in the final show. He apparently dislikes humans and wants Luz brought over to him, is this still operating off of the ‘Pupa’ version of the character who claimed to speak on behalf of the true ruler, trapped in their metamorphosis by him? So maybe he wasn’t always human, or maybe this is Belos’ hypocritical way of ‘protecting’ humans by keeping them away and in blissful ignorance of the demon realm.

            We also establish Hexside much earlier! IIRC Hexside was always part of the show, but executives pushed for it to have more emphasis, which the crew continued to follow through on in S2 onwards because that had already been set up. Lilith is the principal, and I recognize the storyboards of her, including her bat transformation! We get a Tinella Nosa cameo, we see Amity, and there’s also a brief cameo of Willow too! Nice way to set her up before her proper debut.

            The ‘barrier’ containing King’s crown turns out to just be a regular human locker, which makes me wonder if the writers updated the final draft to make it a force field that only allows humans through, because of the whole Belos twist. Which makes me wonder if in this draft, Belos is Pupa, who never was human, or maybe they realized the opportunity to insert foreshadowing into a big twist regarding the main villain. Makes me wonder if the house we see Amity enter in the pilot, which is on sale, would've had any significance like in the final show. Love how Tinella Nosa is a student at Hexside, and also Dana having to occasionally insert lines for Wendie Malick and others was great.

            Lilith is a lot more openly adversarial, which is different compared to how her actual debut provides a softer side to her; I imagine this would’ve been apparent in a later episode of the ‘Pilot AU’, and her transformation has me curious; Was she originally the one with the curse, but then the writers changed it to Eda? Or did they both have a curse? Eda also has an owl form she can summon and control at Will, maybe all Clawthornes have a beast mode that’s less of a curse and more of a talent. Lilith ends up trapped in another dimension, which makes me wonder if she’d have a temporary replacement –possibly Pilot Bump- or if she’d return offscreen. We see the portal key get destroyed under much more casual circumstances, though it’s less as big of a deal for this and the established ‘dimension port’ we saw before.

            (Also, Amity recognizing Luz in the hallway… Everything to me!!!)

            Warden Wrath doesn’t exist and neither does the Conformatorium, it’s Lilith and Hexside. With her as principal and Amity as student, I wonder if we would’ve gotten more of their relationship in the pilot AU, if Covention was a way of carrying over that former connection since Amity would be a teacher’s pet in either version of the story. And speaking of ties to Covention, it’s interesting is that Eda’s chest gem seems to be linked to the Emperor’s Coven, as ‘Pilot Kikimora’ uses it to control her. Curiously, we have a scene at the end mirroring what we got with Lilith in the final draft of the show!

            I feel it implies that Eda DID join the Emperor’s Coven with Lilith, if only for a brief moment, but then defected; But the chest gem is basically the pilot version of the Emperor’s sigil, except with the explicit function of being a shock collar. I find it interesting that Eda still has the mirror to contact the EC with, instead of just getting rid of the thing. Is she a rogue agent who hasn’t totally cut ties, because she can’t? Won’t?

And the fact that Pilot Kikimora can just shock Eda at will makes me wonder if the Emperor is low-key just letting Eda roam around, which makes me wonder if he’s aware of the familial connection, is using Eda to find Luz, already knows about her doing that because of the time loop, etc. We’d of course have gotten an episode where Luz finds out about Eda’s connection and helps her deal with the gem… I realize now that Luz learning Eda also wanted to join the EC with Lilith is a carryover of this idea.

I can see the ups and downs between both versions; The final draft sets up Luz’s conflict with Camila and the reality camp, which is foundational to her character arc throughout the whole show. Her pain over being ‘sent away’ is just so vital that I appreciate its inclusion in the first episode. But I also like the inclusion of Lumity and the earnest desire to be friends with someone who showed her, unwittingly, any kindness at all! We get explicit bullying from Luz’s peers in the pilot, but in the final draft we also get her thoughtlessness that plays a big part in her S1 arc. And Luz’s arrival in the isles is more intertwined with Eda and King in the final version, which also feels right; The show is about these three in particular!

All in all, this was wonderful to watch! The magic was experienced all over again, not just in watching an episode, but also commentating on one that was just ‘released’ as well? I thought the last time I’d do anything like this was with the series finale Watching and Dreaming… But as Luz said, it really comes full circle with watching the first episode all over again! So maybe we have other stuff to still look forward to after all… At the very least, we have an eternal anticipation with an unexplored universe ahead of us, that will never reach completion; So it's like our ever-lasting final gift from TOH, and a good last one. So until next time: BBBBBYYYYYEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #analysis

[libby-for-life]

Idea

We’ve had a lot of yandere Lucifer where he captures Adam but what if Adam falls and wakes up in hell, realizes that he’s totally fucked and needs protection, and after a month or more of desperately trying to find another way out of it and getting murdered several times he admits defeat and goes to the one place he knows he’ll be… well, not safe but also not a homeless target. Lucifer’s castle

The journey there feels like a walk to his own execution. He turns around multiple times, desperately trying to find another solution but nothing works.

He finally makes it to the gates and is stoped by a pair of guards. “Tell Lucifer that Adam is here”

They do

The smile Lucifer greets him with could freeze hell

Overjoyed at the fact that he didn’t need to find Adam, his little lamb came to him.

Adam sobbed into his hands as he recounted his last horrific death. It was brutal and Adam swore he could still feel the phantom pains of those hands digging into his organs. How they ate them right in front of him.

He shivered and curled in on himself in the alleyway. Everything hurt and he just wanted to sleep. Preferably forever.

Of course, there was one idea...

Adam bit his lip. He swore to himself that he would never think of that option. There had to be a different way. He just had to be more careful.

'But that hasn't been working well, has it?'

Adam felt himself beginning to cry again. He was tired of dying. He was tired of being hurt and molested in an alleyway for the sick fucks down here.

'You could go to him. He would....well, it would be better than being homeless.'

Adam stood up, feeling dizzy by the sudden movement. He had to leave before dark. That's when they came out.

It felt like he was moving through syrup, his feet dragging as he walked to the tallest building in the Pride Ring. Lucifer's palace.

He hated how much pain and hunger he was in.

Several times he almost turned around and ran back to his alleyway. This was the only way though. He was tired of dying. He was tried of hurting.

He got to the entrance and came across a guard. They brandished their swords but Adam had seen enough blades being shoved into him for it to have little to no effect on him fear-wise

"Tell Lucifer Adam is here." The guards exchanged glances before one of them ran off to inform their king. Adam could feel himself shaking. Why did it feel like he was tying his own noose right now?

Lucifer walked outside and Adam froze at the sight of his expression. It was cold, dangerous, and obsession all woven together to form the smile that the devil wore.

"Adam. Looking terrible. Run into any cannibals lately?" Adam jerked at those words. Those words were specific. The last things he ran into was cannibals.

Lucifer was watching him suffer. Of course he was.

A gold chain wrapped around his neck and Adam yelped as he was pulled forward into Lucifer's embrace. "I'm glad you came, little lamb. Because I am never letting you go."

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[brackishkittie]

୨୧- CHAPTER NINE, feel it! - ୨୧

summary: ellie apologizes to you and you forgive her, you guys also decide to meet up and things maybe take a turn…

c/n: strong language, smut, fingering (r!receiving), edging + pussy eating (r!receiving), and groupchat chaos.

a/n: COME GET Y’ALLS FOOD, IT’S HOT N READY!

series masterlist! - chapter nine ➝ chapter ten!

just say you look away from your phone, you get a text from ellie that says, “I’m outsideeee, let me in plssss” you giggle at how silly the message was and get up to open the door. you make your way to the door, open it, and you’re instantly taken aback by the sight infront of you. “what’s all this els?” you say, shocked and smiling, “felt like the apology wasn’t enough..so I got you something.” she mutters while looking away and scratching her neck. she had a bouquet of flowers and a bag of all of your favorite snacks and candies. “ellie you didn’t have to do all of this..” you frown slightly and she just swats you away with her hand jokingly. “cmon I brought something else,” she laughed and pulled out a movie you two used to cry to when you guys first started dating, “no way you still have that? I kinda thought you threw it away..” you uttered. “what? never. now cmonnnn, don’t just stand there.” she smiles and you nearly run towards the couch and sit down while she puts the movie on. you felt at peace and calm in the moment.

about half way into the movie, you feel ellie’s hand snake around your waist which catches you by surprise but you don’t say anything. she decided to move her hand from your waist and down to your thigh, squeezing and rubbing on your inner thigh as you look at her, “ellie what are you doing?” you whisper, still trying to hear the movie. “m’cold..between your thighs are warm..” she mutters with her eyes still on the movie. “you’re distracting me ellie..” you whisper again, trying to still hear the movie though you both have seen it multiple times. “y/n,” ellie finally takes her eyes off the tv and looks at you, “look at me baby.” she gently turns your face to look at her and she smiles. “you mean so much to me y/n…I don’t ever wanna lose you again..” she smiles softly and moves in closer, “can I?” she asks barely above a whisper, “you can els” you smile and she closes the space between you two.

she lays you down on the couch slowly and starts kissing down your neck, her hands roaming up and down your body. her head is now in between your legs, she’s trailing kisses along your inner thigh and her finger hooks onto the waistband of your shorts, and she looks up at you. “are you okay with this?” she looks at you for reassurance and you nod with a slight smile, she looks back down and pulls off your shorts. “fuck..all of this for me baby? you’re so wet.” she laughs a bit and you hide your face from embarrassment, “hey hey hey, don’t hide your face….cmon pretty look at me.” she moves your hand and caresses your face, “no need to be embarrassed, we’ve done this before yeah? don’t get all shy on me.” she tilts her head with a smirk. “oh please we haven’t touched eachother in weeks.” you roll your eyes and she presses down on your clothed clit with her thumb, “but I’m touching you now angel, so what’s your point?” she moves her thumb in circles now which shuts you up and you just stare at her.

she moves your panties to the side and she just looks mesmerized, “holy fuck.” she mutters quickly and licks your slit all the way up to your clit, circling her tongue around it as she looks up at you, watching you come undone already. ellie keep eye contact with you and she rubs your clit with her thumb again, her tongue going in and out of you as she does this, “ellie- fuck..” you buck your hips and tilt your head back but then she suddenly stops. “you’re not cumming yet angel, I’m not done with you.” she says and replaces her tongue with two of her fingers, pumping them in and out of you while using her tongue to flick at your clit, you feel like you’re about to pass out from all the stimulation. she keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you as she moves her other hand up your shirt and starts rubbing your harden nipples with her calloused fingers. “you’re taking my fingers so well baby..” she smiles and you feel your legs twitch and your hips buck again, “go ahead angel, cum for me..” she breathes out as she takes out her fingers and replaces them with her tongue again, sucking and licking at your clit.

you finally cum on her tongue and she smiles proudly, “let’s go get you cleaned up yeah? you did so good baby.” she kisses you and picks up your disregarding shorts that were laying on the floor. you two look at the tv and realize that the movie already finished, “oh shit it finished and we didn’t even realize..wonder why we got so distracted…” ellie teases and you push her playfully, “you’re so annoying..” you laughed and walked to the bathroom as followed so she can help clean you up.

the next following morning though was eventful..

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[kess-in-the-perthchimzone]

Sailom and the equal footing in Kang’s vulnerability

In a second installment of having a lot of feelings about Sailom, I want to talk about how Kang’s willingness to be vulnerable with him puts Sailom in a position where he feels he has something meaningful to offer in their burgeoning relationship.

Sailom is a very transactional person - (see his refusal to take Kang's grandmother's money if he doesn't tutor Kang). You can see this back to episode one — Auto and his mom know they can get him to agree to extra food by empathizing that he does something for Auto in return (also tutoring).

We’ve also seen that he’s not willing to be made to be made to feel lesser because of his circumstances. He works multiple part time jobs, carefully keeping a budget, always focused on the future. Whenever Kang tried to bully him, Sailom looked him dead in the eye as if daring him to do worse and then found a way to one up him. He refused to lie solely to keep his scholarship.

But the two of them were poised to enter their friendship / eventual romantic relationship on wildly unequal footing. The events of episode two forced Sailom into the role of the victim. The attack of those men left him helpless, cowering on the ground and ended in him crying in Kang’s arms.

And that was before he started to appreciate exactly how well off Kang is — he’s now seen how big Kang’s house is, how comfortably he can spend thousands of baht on food, the kinds of gifts Kang gets for his birthday. On paper, Kang has it all: he’s wealthy, good looking, popular, and lives with family who look after him.

But episode 3 flips their dynamic in a really important way.

First, Sailom starts genuinely helping Kang by tutoring him. He witnesses first hand the difference his teachings can make. However this is still a business transaction — this is something he receives money for.

Then, at the night market, Kang starts to opens up to him emotionally. He bares something about himself that it’s clear he’s never expressed out loud before. He put himself in a position where HE’S the one who is vulnerable. At this point, Sailom is no longer the only one who’s shown a weak spot.

Only thanks to Kang’s earlier confession does Sailom understand exactly how gutting this gift of a motorcycle is for Kang. He’s suddenly able to see past the fancy presents and veneer of a loving family — two things that might have further divided them. And this touches me so much — he emphasizes deeply. Sailom is not saying “oh, poor rich boy who doesn’t have real problems”. He looks genuinely heartbroken for Kang.

This all culminates in the pool scene, where (from Sailom’s perspective) they become true equals.

They wrestle, and Sailom wins by stopping Kang from throwing the key. However cliche pool scenes are in BL, the symbolism of water is powerful — they both get completely soaked, showing that this is the point where the events of the past are wiped clean. This is when they truly start over.

When Kang finally lets the full, raw force of his grief show through, Sailom realizes he has something important he can provide that has nothing to do with money or status — his belief in Kang. Because he does believe in Kang -- Kang has already surprised him four times that we've seen: coming to tutoring to begin with, solving the math equation, in his written english, and at the bar.

It is Sailom’s idea for Kang to look to him as a source of inspiration. And he’s instantly validated. After, Kang looks at him like he’s this most important person in the entire world.

Sailom’s transactional personality really shows here because he confirms this new understanding — he asks Kang a second time.

Not until Kang agrees - via the most pathetic sad wet boy nod I’ve ever seen on my TV - does Sailom hug him, sealing their deal.

We’ve talked a lot as a fandom about Kang’s side of this — how important it is for him to finally have someone give him a purpose and take him off the dark path he was headed down. I’ve even seen some talk of how that’s manipulative; or how Kang is taking advantage of Sailom.

But Sailom is never willingly the passive victim. He recognized he had something tangible to give Kang; something that has nothing to do with money, and he asked for Kang to take it. Because in his mind, it allows him to spend time with Kang on on equal footing. And since Sailom is enjoying their time together — that's what he wants.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #kanghan krittin #kanghan krittin sukprasert #sailom homchan #meta meta meta #sailom meta series #kess babbles about dangerous romance

[scoops-aboy86]

Not Dating, part 2

part 1 - also on ao3

This is 1949 words and it was excruciating to write because, like. That internal struggle of how to bring up an out-of-the-ordinary kink with a partner is, uh, yeah. Hm. So, here it is.

cw: panic attack, robin worrying about internalized homophobia, steve worrying about internalized fatphobia

Robin flings her front door open to stop the frantic pounding on it. “Jesus Christ, what—Shit, what’s wrong?”

Steve pushes past her on the right and into the house, swiping his left shoulder against his cheek to buy another few seconds of pretending he even kind of has his shit together. He’d been practically shrieking through the door though, and he’s still breathing hard. “Your, ah. Your parents are still visiting your aunt, right?”

“Yeah—Why? Steve, what’s happening!?”

She’s practically running to keep up with him as he charges up the stairs to her room. It’s not until he’s reached it that he turns around, both hands scrubbing over his damp, reddened face and up into his hair. “It’s not a code red, I just… Fuck, I fucked up, Robs!” 

Robin finally catches up and grips his shoulders, peering hard into his puffy eyes. “Dingus, breathe. You look like you’re having a panic attack.”

“Of course I’m having a panic attack, I fucked! Up!”

She’s never seen him like this before, not even after nightmares about being trapped back under Starcourt listening to Dustin get tortured. 

Steve almost never cries—it’s like his parents had berated it out of him at a young age, which personally she thinks is short-sighted and dumb and one of the many, many things wrong with the patriarchy. But he’s crying now, tears running down his cheeks as he blinks furiously and paces and kicks at the carpet every few steps. He winds his hands into his hair and tugs on it so hard she’s almost worried it’ll come out. And his lips keep moving like he’s trying to work something out, or berating himself, or both on top of heavy, too-fast breaths. 

“Steve, can you talk to me? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

He glances at her, then drags his hands down his face and throws himself down onto her mostly-made bed with a muffled scream into the nearest pillow. Which is probably as close to a ‘Okay, just give me another minute and I’ll tell you everything Robs’ as she’s going to get. So she sits cross-legged on the bed next to him, passes him one of her childhood teddy bears because he likes soft things when he’s upset, and waits. 

After a while, he lifts his head, says, “Eddie,” and drops his face back down. 

Ah. 

Robin has been trying to gently prod Steve into talking about the way he and Eddie have been dancing around each other for months. She’d clocked Eddie’s crush on her best friend all the way back in the Upside Down and silently empathized with the hopelessness of his position, knowing well the pain of falling for a straight person. It was the way he and Steve had both gravitated to each other since Eddie’s release from the hospital, though, that had caught her by surprise. She’s witnessed them cuddling on the couch, for god’s sake. Multiple times! And that’s considered so much weirder between two guys than two girls. But Steve has always shied away from the topic… until now.

“Okay,” she says slowly. “Did something happen with Eddie today?”

Steve shakes with something she first takes for more crying, but he peels himself up again with a peel of croaky, slightly hysterical laughter. “Yes and no. We were going to hook up, but… I didn’t say what he wanted me to, so I guess that’s done.”

“You were—” Robin rests a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Really? Wow, I didn’t realize you—”

“We’ve been hooking up for a couple weeks,” Steve interrupts bluntly, sounding absolutely wrecked to have to say it. 

… Last week she’d been trying to coax him towards realizing that draping himself all over Eddie or pulling Eddie half on top of him during movie nights had to mean something. When he hadn’t taken the bait, she’d made some comment about how they lived in each other's brains and were incapable of keeping secrets from her, “You know that, right Steve?” And he’d nodded and agreed. 

So. Wow. 

“Oh,” she says softly, and despite her best efforts some of the hurt creeps into her voice. It’s not like she doesn’t know how hard something like this can be to talk about, how saying the words can make it terrifyingly real. The only reason she’d told Steve had been the temporary death-defying insanity of both escaping actual, literal, pee-yourself-in-terror-a-little-bit torture and whatever lingering truth drugs said torturers had shot them up with; bringing it up a second time, after all that had worn off, had been scary even knowing he was safe. 

But he has to know that she would’ve understood, right? That she could have helped him figure things out so neither Eddie nor him would’ve ended up getting hurt?

And weeks. Steve is her soulmate, her other half, her Platonic with a Capital P, had been doing gay stuff with another boy and she’d had no idea! The guy she only has to look at to know when he’s hoarding the last of the Red Vines for himself, or that he did forget to rewind something before reshelving it, or that the kids put him up to something really stupid that’s going to take up half their day because it involves driving to the game store two towns over or something. How had he kept up that good of a poker face for so long?!

Robin takes a deep breath and tries again, because her best friend is upset and that’s way more important than feeling left out of the loop. 

“Steve, it’s okay.” She reaches out and starts rubbing his back the way he likes when he’s just thrown up from a migraine, in the hopes that will help now. “It’s okay if you like boys. Instead of or in addition to, whichever, both are totally fine and allowed and only make you a freak in the eyes of small-minded bigots who feel trapped in their own lives and hate joy!”

He rolls onto his side and stares at her with red, watery eyes with a little sniffle. “I know,” he says sadly. “I know, that’s… that’s that Eddie thinks the problem is, because I fucked up when he asked me. He asked what we were doing and I couldn’t… I couldn’t think of any words, Rob.”

She shuffles around to lie down facing him from the other pillow, and Steve automatically positions the teddy bear between their mouths because he knows she has this thing about feeling other people’s breath on her face. 

“I still like girls,” he continues while she’s still getting settled. “And guys, sometimes. Or maybe just Eddie, I don’t know. I know liking a guy doesn’t make me a freak, but I’m—Part of what I like about him isn’t—If I tell him, he might think it’s… weird. Or insulting, maybe.”

“Okay,” Robin says slowly, trying to think through the utter blank she is drawing. “Uh, do you wanna maybe walk me through exactly what you’re talking about? Tell me what we’re working with here.”

Steve hesitates, his gaze sliding away to fix blankly on a loose thread from her quilt that he’s fiddling with. “Yeah, uh…”

Maybe he still can’t think of any words to explain himself. Robin nudges the bear aside and pulls him into a hug, scooching up on the bed a little so he can tuck his head under her chin. “Hey, it’s okay Steve. I'm on your side no matter what, alright? I one thousand percent promise you that nothing you say will make me look at you any differently, no matter what, because you’re my dingus and we’re platonically bonded together by fate and that shit is forever.”

A weak, muffled laugh tickles wetly at her neck. “What if I killed a guy and cannibalized him to hide the body?”

“I’d get you mouthwash and an antacid,” she replies promptly. “Your alibi is that we were watching Flashdance again and I had to wrestle the scissors away from you before you made irreversible surgical corrections to your own sweatshirt.”

Steve snorts. “Fuck, okay. But stop trying to tell people I did that, I was joking about that.” He pulls back, chewing on his bottom lip, and then takes a deep breath. “You know how Eddie’s… gained weight since he got out of the hospital?”

“Yeah?” She does, because at first everyone in their monster hunter club had been worried about how stick-thin the bat attack and subsequent coma had left him. Since then he’s filled back out at then some, definitely no longer underweight and with a good amount of color finally back in his cheeks. 

“I like it,” Steve admits in a small voice. “I like touching him where he’s… soft. I don’t know how to tell him that without calling him fat, though. No one likes to be told they’re fat, right? I don’t really like someone telling me I’ve gained weight, because most of the time people only say that when they’re being critical assholes. But… he looks so happy when he’s eating, you know? All relaxed, and he deserves that after everything he went through. And we get high together and I can’t stop touching him, I… I see skin where his shirt rides up I want to bite it. And I actually have! I’ve been freaking out that he’s going to notice and call me on it, but instead he said he doesn’t want to be ‘just’ anything with me and I choked. Bad!”

“Oh,” Robin says, understanding dawning. Not that she gets the appeal of what Steve is talking about, but she doesn’t get the appeal of guys in general so it kind of falls in the same category… And she could’ve done without that fun biting fact. “Oh, Steve…”

She can definitely agree, though, that after a town-wide manhunt and helping to save the world, Eddie Munson deserves to relax and unwind however he wants. They all fucking do, but Eddie nearly died. 

The way Steve’s face crumples up hurts her heart to see. “H-he asked me what we were doing and all I could think about was what I was doing and I just… sat there. I fucked it up.”

She hugs him tightly again. “No no no, this is fixable. We’ll come up with a way for you to tell him, okay? It’s just a misunderstanding, that’s nobody’s fault.”

“We’ve been hooking up for weeks and I’ve kissed him everywhere but the mouth,” Steve mutters miserably into her shoulder. 

“…Okay, that bumps it up to like, sixty percent your fault,” Robin admits, frowning. That doesn’t sound like the Steve she knows. The Steve she knows loves kissing, he’d literally been known for that back in school; everyone had always gotten to see him and his girl of the week (or Nancy, during the twelve or so months they’d dated) sucking face in the hallways between classes, by their lockers, in the parking lot before and after school. “Why the hell not?”

“Because I was already being weird about it, kissing him felt like it’d be… Fuck, what’s that big word Dustin likes to use? Oh, presumptuous. And… he didn’t try to kiss me either, so I wasn’t sure…”

“Dingus,” she sighs, and hugs him tighter. Then—knowing that when Steve gets going about his trysts he does so comprehensively, no detail spared, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but she mentally braces herself to hear more talk about penises in the next hour or so than she has before in her entire life—she says, “Alright, from the top. Tell me everything so we can figure out how to get you your man.”

Tag list: @steviewashere (since your ask kicked this off in the first place 😘), @hotluncheddie

#wg steddie #scoops words #chubby eddie munson #feeder steve harrington #this is not the kind of coming out robin expected #robin buckley #wg not dating

[uluvjay]

Can i request “don’t come any closer! “ from list4 for Mason McTavish please?

Mason x fem reader

Warnings?; admissions of cheating, crying, arguing, angst, long distance relationship

The first thing that came to mind was mason cheating on his long term / long distance gf over the season and having to admit it when he went back home and drama😍, I hope you enjoy!

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I stood with Masons dad at the pick up area in the airport waiting for Mason. Long distance had been hard and i couldn’t wait to have him in my arms again. It had been almost eight months since I had seen him and I couldn’t wait.

I must have zoned out because next thing I knew I heard Masons dad saying “here he comes” and then the two were in a tight hug.

When they pulled away Masons dad went to get Masons bags and mason turned to me, and i couldn’t contain myself as I jumped into his arms.

“I missed you so much” I mumbled into his neck and his arms wrapped around me.

“Me too, I’m so happy to be back home” he spoke putting you down. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with me and i noticed he was a little nervous.

“Mase you okay?” I asked as his eyes finally met mine, they looked different, the bright light that was usually there was missing and they looked sad when we made contact.

“Yeah baby I’m all good” he said before pulling me back into his arms and placing a kiss on my head.

—

A few hours later everyone was sat at the McTavish dinner table eating and catching up, but i still noticed something was up with Mason. He was a lot more quiet then usual and every time someone’s iPhone went off he jumped and checked his. His mother had scolded him multiple times for it but unlike him he still checked it every time. As everyone started to clean up i noticed he had slipped out onto the back deck and was on the phone with someone.

“What’s up with him?” His mom asked as i helped her dry dishes from dinner.

“Not sure, is it okay if I go check on him?” I asked not wanting to leave her with all the dishes.

“Of course sweetie, go ahead” she smiled at me

I thanked her before heading out the sliding door. At the sound my boyfriend quickly told the person he was talking to that he’d call them back later. He turned to face me but once again with a sad look in his eyes.

“I’m only gonna ask one more time, what’s wrong Mason? And don’t say nothing because I can see it in your eyes” I told him in a stern but caring voice.

He didn’t reply for a moment, only tipped his head back and took a deep breath, “I messed up Y/n” he said to me looking at the ground.

“What do you mean Mason?” I asked him, stomach filling with dread at what was about to come out his mouth.

“I’ve been cheating on you” he mumbled and i swear I could feel my heart breaking.

“What?..W-with who? Why? What the fuck mason?” I couldn’t believe him, all the times you’d had guys come up and offer to buy me a drink, attempt to take me home even after i told them about my boyfriend, and I never once thought about actually being with anyone but him.

“She’s a friend of one of Trevor’s hook ups, we’ve been sleeping together for a few months now” he told me with his eyes still on the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me Mason!? You couldn’t have just told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore? You had to go and consistently fuck another girl?” You yelled at him not caring if his parents heard.

“I’m sorry Y/n, really you don’t deserve any of this and I’m a total piece of shit for putting you through this”

My tears were coming now, all these years I stuck by his side just for him to throw me to the curb for a groupie.

“Your right Mason! I don’t fucking deserve any of this! I’ve been nothing but a good and supportive girlfriend for the last four years just for you to end up fucking some groupie!”

“Baby please don’t cry” he tried as he began moving towards me.

“No! Don’t come any closer you asshole!” You yelled at him.

“I’ll ask your mom to pack my stuff and pick it up once you go back to California. Lose my number while your at it” I told him before walking back into his parents house.

As i reached the front door his mom was standing there with tears of her own in her eyes, “Honey im so, so sorry he did this to you” she cried while pulling me into a hug.

“I love you mama, but I really have to go and I promise not to become a stranger I love you guys to much , I just need some time” I told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and walking out.

#mason mctavish #mason mctavish x reader #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #uluvejay request week

[impossiblesuitcase]

Tomorrow

Benoit Farms and Gardens was cold and windy, but if it weren’t for the gust rattling the timber beams of the ancient homestead, Kai would have never known. It was warm and peaceful with the three of them: himself and the soon-to-be Benoit-Kesleys.

Scarlet hummed away as she doused the dinner and dessert dishes in the soapy kitchen sink. Wolf regaled Kai with his adventures of chasing escaping pigs as he tackled the pots and pans. The dishwasher had broken after Wolf—attempting to pull out the top rack—underestimated his force and mistakenly swung his fist right into the heating element (“he still isn’t quite adept to his new bioengineered strength,” Scarlet had explained). They planned to enlist Cinder to fix it sometime during her stay, and until then, they mutually agreed to force Thorne and Jacin into dishwashing duty.

Like this, the two were perfectly in their element, calm and unflappable. Completely unlike the frustrated pair he had met when he’d arrived that afternoon, and with him, hundreds of paparazzi vultures. Scarlet’s course of yelling, Wolf keeping her from shoving her pitchfork into multiple eyes, reminded Kai—with a touch of fear—that she was the scary one in the relationship.

It was distressing to be the one to break their closely guarded serenity, even if he couldn’t control the press.

Although it wasn’t entirely him fracturing the peace. A good chunk of the journalists had been there to report on the ‘first Lunar-Earthen marriage since the Second Era’. Scarlet was clearly uncomfortable with this invasive, nascent fame, and from her lengthy ranting, was clearly hoping it would pass after the wedding.

“—And when I finally got her back in the pen, I realised I left the gate open,” Wolf continued.

“And the piglets escaped?” guessed Kai.

“The piglets escaped.”

Kai chuckled heartily hearing the genuine disappointment in Wolf’s voice. He was a far cry from the ferocious killer Kai had been afraid of on the Rampion. Whipped cream in the corners of his lips, wrapped in a bright red polka-dot apron, sulking over baby pigs, Kai wasn’t sure this man could kill a fly if he tried.

Kai’s hands were wrapped around a homely, slightly misshapen mug. The handle was a little wonky, the paint splotchy, yet upon seeing the sloppy inscription on the base, Scarlet, agedd 7, he treated it as the finest china. A long sip of the hot chocolate inside travelled to his belly and warmed his core. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so relaxed.

“It’s nice to have you here before everyone else,” said Wolf, scrubbing a cast iron pan.

“Well, I am the very best of the guests coming,” Kai teased.

Scarlet spun around and flicked water at him. He dodged with a laugh. “Wolf means that we’re happy to spend some time with you before the fanfare of our loud friends.”

Kai rested the mug on a coaster and held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry. You’re right—when was the last time it was just the three of us?”

A collective pause. Wolf even stopped attacking the pan.

Then, in unison, “Never.”

They all fell into laughter.

“Wow,” he drawled, “Does that mean I’m a bad friend? Or are you bad friends?”

“Maybe we’ve all been busy,” Scarlet chastised, dunking a plate in the water.

Kai sighed, running his finger around the rim of the mug. It was nice to be here in this little bubble of friendship and familiarity and comfort, yet he couldn’t help being reminded of how rare this was. Aside from a few brief catchups with Cress and Thorne, the occasional diplomatic dinner with Winter, and the Peace Ball last year with all of them, he’d barely seen his friends since the revolution.

He’d barely seen his girlfriend since the revolution.

Tomorrow. He would see her tomorrow.

“I hope we’re all less busy in the future,” he wondered idly. “We don’t get to do much together, do we?”

Wolf grunted in agreement. Scarlet said nothing.

The mood turned too sombre too fast.

“Well, it’s not like we can help it,” Kai amended quickly. “We all have different lives, different path–”

“No,” said Scarlet, back still turned. “No, we will see each other. We won’t grow apart.” She drew two wine glasses from the sink. It was precarious holding just the stems with slippery fingers, but she handled them with ease. “What’s the point of life if you never see your friends?”

What’s the point of life if you never see your friends?”

(What’s the point of life if you never see the love of your life?)

Tomorrow.

“You’re right.” Kai dragged a hand down his face. “Stars, I didn’t mean to be depressing. I think…the long distance is getting to me.”

“I admire you, Kai,” Wolf commented. “To be apart from the most important person to you for that long…I know I couldn’t handle it.”

“Everyone knows.” Scarlet nudged his side with her elbow. “You went more than a little crazy last time I was kidnapped.”

Redness crept up his ears, though he didn’t appear ashamed. “I couldn’t help it. Not when it’s you.”

She scoffed, but her smile was tender.

Kai’s heart warmed watching them. “Are you excited to be married?”

“Yes,” Wolf said immediately as Scarlet shrugged and said, “Sure.”

Wolf blinked.

Kai blinked. 

Enough silence passed that Scarlet finally glanced over her shoulder. With two sets of confused male eyes upon her, she jolted. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Wolf crossed his arms, soap caught amongst the forest of hair. “What did you mean?”

“Well, of course I’m thrilled to be married to you, Ze’ev. I just don’t really think excited is the right word. Excited is like…something new. Something you don’t already have. You’re excited for the unknown.” She draped her kitchen towel over her shoulder and crossed the two steps to him, tucking her hands around his waist. His arms came around her instantly. “With you, I know exactly what I’m getting. It’s what I already have. I’m ecstatic, elated, emotional…all the words. But it’s not unknown.”

Wolf pulled her closer. “I knew what you meant,” he whispered, “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

When they kissed, Kai looked down at his drink.

Scarlet pulled away and pushed the steel scrubber back into his hand, winking. “Get back to work. You’re just acting offended so you can get out of chores.”

Wolf scowled. “I’ve been scrubbing for ten minutes and it’s not coming off!”

“Use those strong muscles of yours.”

Kai couldn’t help tuning out their back and forth as his mind focused on her words. It’s not unknown. I know exactly what I’m getting. It’s what I already have. He wished it were the same for him. Yet he and Cinder only barely knew what they had. They hadn’t been together enough to be together; to learn about each other as intimately as Scarlet and Wolf, even as Winter and Jacin or Cress and Thorne had. The ring in the inner pocket of his suitcase burnt a hole in his mind. Too weighty, too heavy a promise of the known when all they had was latent unknown—

“So why do you bring up marriage, Kai?” Scarlet asked, almost succeeding at casualness. “Been thinking about it yourself?”

Wait, had he been speaking out loud?

He seized up his now cool drink and finished it off in a single draught. The milk coated his throat uncomfortably. A cough. “Well, I mean, when a couple have been together for a few years it naturally comes to mind.”

“Get real,” Scarlet laughed. “You’ve been wanting to marry Cinder since the moment she tranquilised your wedding planner and kidnapped you.”

“...Maybe.”

“What’s wrong then?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong between us. I-I love her; she loves me. We’re just…not ready to take that step yet.”

“Fair,” said Wolf, still scrubbing. Kai thought of offering to help, but they’d already turned him down when he’d insisted he clean after dinner, and he thought doing so now might hurt Wolf’s pride. Relinquishing the tool, Wolf turned to face him. “When do you think you’ll be ready?”

“I don’t know. We probably need to spend more time actually together to figure it out.”

“Time to figure out what? How you feel? If you’re right for each other?” Scarlet wiped over the last plate and pulled the plug. The sink gurgled loudly as water pooled down the drain.

He knitted his fingers together. “I already know how I feel. I know we’re right for each other.”

“That sounds like a man ready to propose.”

Kai’s gaze darted up to her, jaw slack.

She had a loving authority on her face. “Sooo, you’re ready. Is Cinder ready too?”

“I…I think maybe. But as you said: you and Wolf know. There are no unknowns between you. You’ve been together all this time to learn that. Cinder and I…”

“—Have talked every day over comms, have spent every possible moment in each other’s arms?” Wolf listed.

“Okay, when’s her birthday?” Scarlet probed.

“December 21st. But every year she forgets and still thinks it’s the fake birthday the cyborg surgeons gave her: November 29th. She goes around saying the wrong age for at least a month.”

“What’s her favorite colour?”

“Midnight blue.” (Because it made him look handsome, Cinder had bashfully admitted.)

“How many children does she want?”

Cheeks burning, he uttered, “Three. We both want three.”

Scarlet smiled smugly. “Hmm. Doesn’t sound like there’s much unknown.”

Before he even thought of a response, she pulled out the chair opposite him and sat, grasping his hands into hers. Wolf circled the table, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Eyes sparkling, Scarlet squeezed. “Kai. If you think you’re ready, then there’s no need to wait. All the things that are still unknown will just be…happy bonuses. And the bad unknowns will just make your relationship all the more stronger when you conquer them together. You don’t need to know it all yet.”

“And proposing is a commitment to each other,” Wolf added. “You’ll have time to learn the rest before you actually get married. Some things can wait.” A shrug. “Maybe I won’t finish that pan tonight, but I’m sure I will tomorrow.”

Kai looked up at him. “It’s bugging you that much?”

“I don’t understand,” he growled, “I’ve soaked it twice now.”

Kai disentangled his hands from Scarlet’s, digging them into his lap. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am ready, but—how do I know if she is?”

“Well, you’ll be seeing her very soon. Try to get a sense for it,” she suggested.

“And if she is…propose the next time we see each other?”

“Psh. That could be months with how busy you two are.” A flick of the hand. “If she’s ready now, propose now.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Now? As in, here? As in: the next few days?”

“Sure.”

“Bu–no. I couldn’t. This is about you two. Your wedding. I can’t take that from you.”

“Honey,” Scarlet smiled up at her fiancé. “Would seeing our two friends finally get their happy ending be a nice wedding gift?”

“Sounds wonderful.”

She grinned. “Just do it, Kai. If it’s right, don’t wait when there’s no reason—oh, hang on. Unless you wanted to propose with a ring.”

Heart hammering, Kai glances down at his feet, hair covering his eyes. “I…actually brought the ring with me.”

“Ha! All this ‘I’m not ready,’ but ‘I’ll bring the ring with me’?’”

“Yeah, I know.” He took in a breath. “The only reason I’m delaying is because, well, I’m nervous!”

“So was I,” said Wolf warmly. “So nervous that she ended up having to propose for me.”

“It will be fine,” Scarlet assured, red hair flaming under the yellow ceiling light, as fiery as her effervescent constitution. “Don’t let happiness wait, Kai.”

Waiting for the antidote. Waiting to find Princess Selene. Waiting for Cinder to wake up in her hospital bed, bleeding and bruised but alive.

They don’t have to wait anymore.

His eyes welled up suddenly, too fast to rein in. He choked back a wet laugh. “Sorry”—a sniff— “I don’t know what came over me.”

Scarlet’s chair screeched against the tiles as she launched away, rounding the table and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. Bulky, comforting arms circled them both.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Family. This was his family, as all his friends were, as Cinder was and always would be. When he had hesitantly informed Torin of his plans to propose, it had vaguely felt like what it would have been to tell his father.

Telling Scarlet sort of felt like telling his mother.

Collecting some of his emotions, he extricated himself. “Okay, but if I do propose here, don’t go acting like this wasn’t your plan.”

“Aw,” Wolf groaned. “I wanted to make you look bad.”

“I’ll buy you a new skillet.”

“You have my blessing.”

They all laughed and all smiled, and that was precisely when exhaustion started knocking on the door alerting Kai to the fact that he’d had a long day.

“You look exhausted. Off to bed,” Scarlet commanded, apt as ever. Kai went along willingly as she pushed him out of the kitchen.

He yawned, leaning against the banister of the stairs. “What did you put in that drink, Scar? Crushed up sleeping pills?”

She posed a finger over her lips. “Trade secret.”

With one last warm glance, Kai left his friends in the kitchen and headed up to the guest room, the final image of Wolf kissing Scarlet’s cheek lingering in the air. It would only be his for the night; Winter and Jacin would have it tomorrow, while he’d bunk out with the others in the Rampion. Maybe he and Cinder could even stay in the same room.

The first thing he did once inside was pull open his suitcase. He hadn’t touched it since arriving except to retrieve the small gift for his hosts, an old-fashioned analogue clock set inside a chicken figurine. It had seemed so perfectly them when he first saw it. He just hoped they wouldn’t netsearch the artist listed on the base, as he was sure they would keel over when they saw the 1,300 univ price tag.

Carefully, he reached into the inner pocket of his suitcase and procured the fated ring box. A moment of reflection, reverence even, then he opened it…

And there it was. A ruby ringed in immaculate diamonds. A band of carefully burnished gold. His mother’s ring. His grandmother’s ring, and his great-grandmother’s.

His wife’s ring.

It was not heavy or burning in his mind any longer. It was a token. A promise, one that filled him with greater certainty than he had yet felt. A certainty that had been birthed and reared and matured since that first look in a humid New Beijing market.

Tomorrow. He would see her tomorrow.

Notes

I have three fics I’ve been trying to finish for a year and then I finish this in two days. What is brain function.

So in my headcanon, Kai doesn’t really ‘plan’ to propose at the farm. He just feels like it’s right and so he does. So as to not take away from Scarlet and Wolf’s special day, he and Cinder keep the engagement a secret for a while. But a tumblr ask prompted me to think about if Scarlet and Wolf knew and approved, and thus this was born. Still not sure which explanation I prefer.

(btw just letting you know that if someone hasn't interacted with my fics for a while, I remove them from my list, so if you get removed and want to be re-addded, let me know!)

@cindersassasin @hayleblackburn @spherical-empirical @salt-warrior @just2bubbly @gingerale2017 @zephyr-thedragon @icarusignite @kaider-is-my-otp @slmkaider @luna-maximoff-22 @cosmicnovaflare @kaixiety @snozkat @mirrorballsss @skinwitch18 @vincentvangothic

#tlc #kaider #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #emperor kaito #prince kai #tlc fandom #lunar chronicles fanficition #scarlet benoit #wolf kesley #wolflet

[bugeyedfreaks]

Silly Chemical X thoughts I have been pondering are below the cut…

So, yeah, in the show the girls have been shown to get revived through the power of love multiple times. However, we’ve seen other beings made from Chemical X, uh, y’know… like, blow up and die (Bunny, Dick Hardly getting destroyed by his Frankenpuffs, the RRB exploding that permanently killed them their demonic resurrection is not canon to me because it’s dumb), and then there are other people who’ve had Chemical X exposure who don’t retain their powers (such as when the GGG’s powers got, um, flushed down the toilet, and when the schoolkids in Mojo Jonesin’ had their powers wear off after a while). So for most individuals, Chemical X is way too unstable, and for others, it barely even sticks. Love isn’t going to bring any of the exploded ones back and it won’t bring back any of the powers the other people had.

……………sooooo the famous Chemical X explosion that created the Powerpuff Girls basically gave them permanent powers that can still be brought back if they DO get Antidote X’d or if they get beaten up badly. It also gave Mojo Jojo permanent smart bad boy powers that have not faded away. Chemical X also gave Bullet permanent squirrel power powers… even though that was during another incident, but still.

…so does the love thing apply to them, too? Would Bullet get her powers back if her animal family hugged her (SHE BETTER 😤)? And, more importantly to me because of course it is, if no one’s around to cry or be sad for Mojo, is he just, like, dead?* Like that’s such a depressing thought, but imagine Mojo doing some surprise selfless (or inadvertently selfless) thing at like the very last minute and getting the snot kicked out of him by some other baddie resulting in the day accidentally (or not accidentally????) being saved… like could he be revived through love powers too? Could the girls and the town have like a moment where they all of a sudden genuinely mourn him and it unintentionally brings him back?

I mean… it would be kind of adorable if true. And I wonder just how annoyed he’d potentially be if it WAS possible (like he gets revived and is all, “No, but… but I wish to be feared! Dreaded! Despised! I am supposed to be the ruler of you all, and all of you are supposed to be cowardly cowering before me!” and the girls/Townies are all like, “Sorry, we decided we love ya instead!” and he proceeds to have an existential crisis because technically it’s worth it because he can live to crime another day… and yet it’s still infuriating 🤣).

*Technically this sort of happened in the IDW comics and he got turned back into regular monke BUT those aren’t canon… he actually did get Antidote X’d in a gas chamber which he voluntarily allowed to have happen but he made up some elaborate plan to get the Antidote X’d version of himself to Chemical X himself again or something… ugh, it was weird. 😵‍💫 I ignore all that because he and almost everything/everyone else was freakin’ off for the last half of that whole comic arc anyway, despite it being one of the better PPG comics I’ve read.

#another patented post of mine where my mind goes into stupid directions #so don’t mind meeeeeeee #powerpuff girls #ppg #the powerpuff girls #chemical x #headcanon

[inkykeiji]

does touya-nii let reader have safewords? and if she does, would he even allow her to use them?

oooh anon that’s a very interesting question :o

tw: noncon/rape, stepcest, toxic relationship

i’m inclined to say no, because he would not and does not respect her when she tells him ‘no’ or ‘wait’—touya-nii wants what he wants when he wants it, and he believes he is wholly and entirely entitled to her body at all times, as if she is some object (because, in many ways, that’s exactly how he sees her. she belongs to him. he owns her. he is to use her however the fuck he wants to, whenever the fuck he wants to).

in the past we’ve seen him ignore her protests, with these instances literally beginning in part one of my main series (and often using her ‘good girl’ weakness against her, ie be a good girl for me and take it, show me how good you are and take it, etc with the implication that if she doesn’t, if she denies or doesn’t want to, then she is bad, and that’s the last thing she ever wants to be. he plays on that extreme insecurity of needing that external validation, from him especially, of needing to be told she’s good and not bad, to manipulate her and uses it to his advantage to get what he wants/control her)—and we also see it very heavily in beautiful when the damage is done, where he punishes her and natsuo and completely disregards their multiple objections.

with that being said, touya-nii isn’t entirely heartless. i do think there are some VERY rare cases where he would stop if she told him to, but the circumstances would have to be genuinely extraordinary (by his standards). to him, she’d have to have a very good reason to ask him to stop, or be in extreme distress (keeping in mind that touya is quite sick and gets off on her crying) for him to stop. so! to answer your questions: it isn’t impossible, but it’s highly unlikely. he might give her a safeword to be used in absolute emergencies (especially if she asked for one and rly wanted one!), but she’d be punished pretty heftily if she used it in a situation that he doesn’t deem dire and necessary.

#tw noncon #tw stepcest #tw toxic relationship #u know who *is* entirely heartless?????? sugar daddy natsuo’s touya <3 #thank u for ur question anon super interesting!!!!! #i hope wednesday is treating you well <3 #stay safe n stay hydrated! #touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[rivby]

Honestly, it’s the fact that his name is “Mayday” for me

I haven’t seen anyone talk about this yet, at least not on my feed, so I’m gonna cause it’s been running through my head since I saw the episode. Spoilers for S2, E12 of The Bad Batch below the cut

The fact that the clone we meet is named Mayday is so fitting for this episode and where Crosshair is at right now. “Mayday, mayday, our ship is going down, we need help” is a phrase we’ve heard multiple times throughout the various pieces of media, especially in the Clone Wars show. Mayday is a cry for help. Everything is crashing down around you and you’re calling out to anyone that can hear you. You are throwing a plea into the emptiness and hoping to be met with friend, not foe. 

That’s what this episode was. We saw the cracks that Cody made in the foundation of Crosshair’s ideology come crashing down around him. Throughout the entire series, the one thing Crosshair always fell back on was “Good Soldiers Follow Orders.” He used it to try and guilt the Batch early season one, then as a justification. By the time he goes on that mission with Cody, that phrase had become a life ring for him. He repeated it like a prayer, like saying it would change the fact that even though he followed orders, he was getting left behind and discarded. When Cody left, it caused the first cracks in the foundation. 

Throughout the Clone Wars, Cody had basically been the perfect soldier. He followed orders, but still tried to find peaceful resolutions whenever possible. He was a model clone, and for him to desert the Empire was a huge blow to Crosshair. And then, Mayday said something that I think really drove the point home for Crosshair. “We’re good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what?”

I think that was the moment that things changed. This clone had been challenging his way of thinking the entire episode, and to hear his mantra thrown to the air when faced with the reality of the new future the Empire had in store for the clones... I feel like before that scene, Crosshair might’ve just left Mayday behind. But they were both forced to see the change that was coming at them, and Crosshair finally had to accept that things were changing, and not for the better. 

He spent the second half of the episode carrying the nearly dead body of this random clone he’d met hours before to try and get help. He had talked about deadweight before, he could’ve left him behind. But instead, the first thing he did once he escaped the snow was find Mayday, put his helmet back on him, and pick him up to head back. They were both on the brink of death when they got back, and that’s when Crosshair threw his mayday into the wind. 

Of all the Bad Batch members, Crosshair always had this air of mystery, of distance, to him. He wore is helmet more then any other Batch member, opting to keep his face concealed. If they can’t see your face, they can’t read what you’re feeling. And it feels really symbolic to me that Crosshair left his helmet behind without a second thought. So when he threw his cry to the winds, all his hidden emotions were on display for the world to see. And so we got to see him realize that, to the Empire, he wasn’t special. His special army and fancy gear meant nothing to them. He was just another clone that they couldn’t wait to replace with something shiny and new. 

Mayday’s death is very symbolic to me. It shows the point where Crosshair’s already crumbling foundations have shattered, leaving him in a free fall with no safety net to catch him. He watched as the Empire he swore allegiance to chose to let his brother die when they could have saved him. All because it was a “waste of the Empire’s resources.” And so, he made the choice. With the last of his strength, he killed the Lieutenant that had killed Mayday. One last act to avenge his fallen brother, then he collapsed. 

When he wakes up in the lab, being poked and prodded as an experiment, that really drove it home. To the Empire, he’s expendable. He’s not special. He’s just another clone. One of thousands of outdated models, just waiting to drop dead so they could be replaced by the newer version. Everything they’d done for the galaxy, all the good, discarded. Just like them. It’s tragic, honestly. 

Also, I cannot wait for him to reunite with the Batch. We know that the Doctors are gonna go after Omega, so they’re probably gonna end up in that facility anyways and they’re gonna find him. I think, this time, he’s actually gonna go with them. He’s not really with the Empire anymore, especially after he killed one of their officers. So, yeah. I’m excited to see how the season plays out.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #tbb crosshair #the brainrot is real #this went so much longer then i expected it to #long post #if you made it this far #thanks for reading ig #hope you enjoyed my rambling #this is just proof that i should'nt have access to tumblr on computer #a physical keyboard gives me too much power xD

[willow-lark]

birthdaygate ficlet!!!

(shoutout to @andiwriteordie for inspiring this—go check out andi’s latest birthdaygate fic!)

Mike Wheeler doesn’t trust this new guy at all.

It’s always crowded in Hopper’s cabin when the entire gang decides to meet up there, but it becomes claustrophobic with the addition of this extra person. Mike sits across from him in the circle as Nancy addresses the group—though the information she gives is mostly for the benefit of the new guy—about her, Steve, and Jonathan’s latest mission to the Upside Down, which they just got back from.

It’s been a long and difficult two years since Vecna first split Hawkins into quarters and fully opened it up to the Upside Down. They’ve been fighting ever since, but though they know full well that Henry’s still alive, he always eludes El’s discovery, instead taunting them from the shadows as he plans his next attack.

Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan took a dangerous reconnaissance mission into the Upside-Down over night and returned an hour before dawn, immediately calling everyone together instead of waiting for their planned meetup at eight-thirty, which is why Mike is sitting here stifling a yawn instead of being asleep in bed.

It’s this kid’s fault.

Because not only did the three of them return with the information they set out to gain—a success, to be granted—they also came back with someone new.

This kid looks to be about the Party’s age, but he’s gaunt and pallid, with dark circles under his eyes. Mike’s never seen green eyes look so dull before. The kid keeps twitching as he glances around at everyone, like some kind of cornered rabbit. Maybe like Bambi. Earlier, Joyce Byers passed him a blanket, which he keeps drawn tight around his bony shoulders, clutching onto it with trembling fingers.

“How long were you in there?” Nancy asks the boy.

“A long time,” he tells her in a scratchy tone of voice. “What date is it?”

“November sixth, 1988.”

Nancy’s response seems to amuse him slightly—the corner of his mouth turning up for a split-second in an expression that Mike usually sees Jonathan wear—but his voice is sullen as ever. “Oh,” the kid says, and then amends himself, “almost two and a half years.”

“Did you ever see anyone else when you were in there?” asks Joyce, and the kid’s eyes dart to her.

Nancy is standing, and she paces a little back and forth. “I can’t believe we didn’t realize there were survivors who fell through the gates when they first opened!”

“No,” the boy answers Joyce. “It was just me. And—”

“Henry. One,” El fills in, and the two of them have the same kind of wide, docile eyes. But Mike knows that El is anything but docile. She’s killed multiple people directly in front of him. The thing is, though, Mike knows that El is on his side. He doesn’t know that about this random kid.

“Yes. Him.”

After a little while longer of questioning, the boy asks if he can go to the bathroom, and once he disappears into the cabin’s small one, the rest of them all erupt into arguing.

“How do you know we can trust him?” Mike snaps immediately. “For all we know he could be working with Vecna! What if Vecna sent him as a spy?”

“Mike!” Nancy snaps back. “You don’t know that! When we bumped into him in the Upside Down he was running for his life. He’s just some kid who fell through the gate. Benefit of the doubt, much?”

“And survived for two and a half years? I bet you couldn’t last a week in there. You don’t think he had help?”

Nancy throws up her hands, and Jonathan joins in, a little more placatingly. “We’ve been at a dead end for months now, Mike. This kid is the only lead we have at this point. He could help us.”

The general consensus is in Nancy and Jonathan’s favor, even from the adults. Hopper raises an eye at him, and says he needs to be a little more reasonable. Whatever that means. They’ll all come crying back to him when it turns out he’s right, just wait and see.

Tomorrow it’ll be five years to the day that all of this started, when Mike and Dustin and Lucas found El in the woods and expanded their Party to four. It’s been so long now that Mike can’t really remember the reason they were out there in the first place, considering that there was a heavy storm. It was probably some kind of pre-teen rebellion among the three of them. Mike’s pretty sure he had actually gotten grounded earlier that evening. If rebellion was what they were looking for, they ended up getting involved in something way more insane. Though they couldn’t save Barb Holland, Nancy’s friend, El killed the monster that hunted her. And since then, things have only escalated.

And that’s without adding this strange new boy into the mix. Mike doesn’t trust easily, and he certainly doesn’t trust him.

Not even when the boy returns from the bathroom and Nancy finally remembers to ask him his name.

Not when the question seems to catch the boy off-guard, and Mike watches him gulp before he answers in a quiet voice, gaze flicking toward Mike and away again, “My name is Will.”

Not when his answer sends an odd jolt of déjà vu through Mike’s chest, like he’s five years old again making friends with the shy kid on the playground. For a moment, Mike wonders if he knows this kid.

Probably, if he’s a student at Hawkins High. They’ve probably made brief and accidental eye contact with each other walking down the hallway.

Will is a pretty common name.

/end scene! if u read all of this then thank you ☺️💕 i have SO MANY birthdaygate ideas but i feel like this would be a long au which i don’t have the capacity to write rn :/// however i DO have literally the whole thing planned out in my brain so if anyone wants to hear it just come send me an ask 👀

#byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler fanfiction #birthdaygate #lark’s fanfiction #idk if i should put this on ao3

[mrs-monaghan]

Jungkook is a man who has been supportive of Jimin since 2013. That’s a given. So many videos, interviews to prove it. They are without a doubt the closes in the group. Their own families love the both of them, spend time with them. Jungkook mom making a soup for Jimins birthday, Jimins dad having a celebration on July 14th, the day Jungkooks very first solo comes out. Not to mention Jungkooks brother. From all the proof I have seen, these men love each other. They way the act from the way they talk about the other shows they don’t just love each other, they’re in love with each other. They do things only couples do. The ones who want them to be “brothers” so bad just can’t see it. Do you suck your friends ear? I seen so many comments “it’s a way to calm someone down when they’re upset” Jimin wasn’t upset. He was happy. We’ve seen him cry harder and Jungkook never sucked his ear then. or “I do that with my friends” really? I find that very hard to believe. There are multiple ways to calm someone down and the first thought wouldn’t be “let me suck on your ears.” I believe they have been together for years at this point. After the ear sucking video, I really got into them being together and after watching all of the real videos of interviews, bon voyage, bts in the soop, I believe they got together around 2015. They danced around each other for a little bit but 2015… that year was something else. I believe they not only are each other first love but only love. I’m talking they were probably each others first gay kiss, had their first times with each other, first time being in love. The love they they shared years ago has only increased over the years. It being 2023, their relationship is beyond serious to them. One of the most important things is their relationship, each other. I believe if it wasn’t illegal, wouldn’t be leaked to the public, or so taboo in Korea, they’d be married by now. We don’t get a lot of videos/photos of them now but maybe that because they don’t care about proving it to the world so hard anymore. We see Jimin on Jungkooks brother story. We see Jungkook connecting his solo photos to Jimin. They do little things now that only the people who support them being together would catch. For the first time in years, they can be themselves. They’re together in private because they love each other not because they wanna show the world who. They showed us for years and now they get to be private. It’s something they’ve always wanted. The story about the GFC tokyo, they said it themselves. Jungkooks reality is Jimin coming out of the bathroom in the morning, brushing his teeth. Jimins favorite thing to do is wake up and see Jungkook. They’ve said it for years now. Now they don’t care to show us anymore proof of their love because only the ones who see it for what it really is, knows that they ain’t leaving each other anytime soon.

First things first

I only disagree with one little part. No, its not their choice to be "private" that's the LAST THING Jungkook wants. I assure you.

But yes to every single thing else u just said. Love it 💚💚💚💚💚

#ask shaz #bts ask #bts #jikook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real

[gingersnapwolves]

A kitty update! The two new cats are still mostly staying in the bedroom. I woke up with them both on my bed this morning! They have seen the house and gotten a chance to gallivant. Club, who has been renamed Lito (in honor of Lito Rodriguez from Sense8, because this cat SCREAMS [she’s not crying the way I’M NOT SCREAMING!]), is very energetic and has been everywhere from the breezeway to the top of the refrigerator. Benjy is less comfortable and spent most of his time “exploring” in the bathtub. When closed in the bedroom, they are both very affectionate and have been soliciting pets and purring.

Nick Furry has gotten used to Benjy, and yesterday I had the two of them in here while Lito explored. They were lying on the bed together and seemed chill. On a couple of occasions, they remembered the other one was there and hissed, but didn’t bother to move, LOL

Nick Furry is still very unhappy about Lito. This is mostly because Lito is fast and energetic and keeps charging around, occasionally at Nick’s face (on the two occasions we’ve had them both in the same room to try for an introduction). We got Lito a bell with a collar so Nick would be able to track him better. (Nick only has one eye. Thus the name. And he’s partly blind in his other eye due to corneal ulcers. So we think part of what’s freaking him out is that Lito keeps startling him). 

So for today, I’m in the bedroom with my trusty laptop and the door is open but only ajar, and gated. That way they can see and smell each other but there’s not enough room for Lito to jump over it (as he has done MULTIPLE times now). Tomorrow we will try for another introduction!

And now some pics as your reward for reading all of this.

#personal #kitties

[tameodesza]

Haunts of Horrors (BretShawn)

AO3 link | masterlist

Summary: Bret takes Shawn to a spooky attraction for spooky season.

a/n: I went through a trail of terror this weekend, and it was quite the experience, lol! Inspired me to write this

Shawn sat in the passenger seat, palms sweating as Bret made a sharp left turn that led them closer to their destination.

The Haunts of Horrors.

For five years in a row, the haunted attraction was deemed one of the scariest haunted trails in all of Calgary. Owen asked Bret to tag along, also convincing him to bring Shawn as a date.

“Martha chickened out, so we have an extra ticket. Maybe you should bring Shawn.”

“You know Shawn hates scary shit.”

“Exactly! He’ll be stuck to you like glue all night. You can thank me later.”

That was all Bret needed to hear before trying to persuade his boyfriend to come.

Lucky for him, Shawn accepted thinking it would be a mild scary house filled with a few boo’s and jump scares. And with Owen’s 8-year-old son, Oje, also attending, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

But Shawn’s indifference soon melted into unease as they neared the attraction, Owen spending most of the car ride telling horror stories to get everyone into the spooky mood.

Oje surely enjoyed them, huddling close to his dad in the backseat as he enthusiastically asked for another story.

Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for Shawn, the blond looking completely zoned out as he stared out the window.

“Stop it. You’re scaring Shawn,” Bret lightly chuckled to Owen.

“I’m fine, Bret,” Shawn said unconvincingly, not wanting to ruin Oje’s fun.

Bret turned down a dark wooded path, the only light coming from the car’s headlights and a neon sign that flashed: Welcome to the Haunts of Horrors. Enter if You Dare.

“Are you ready,” Bret asked Shawn, his own excitement evident in his voice.

“Uh huh,” Shawn answered in a quiver, his voice failing him as they pulled into the parking area.

After parking the car, Bret said calmingly, “Don’t be scared, babe.”

“I’m not.” He was.

“I promise you it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

“How would you know?”

“Owen and I have been here tons of times. It’s not so bad.”

Shawn probed, “Was it really scary when you went?”

As Bret thought of a proper response, Owen blurted, “Oh, this place is intense! Bret, remember that kid who threw up that one time? And the time some guy passed out? Then there was the time someone had a code brown-”

“Owen,” Bret hissed, but it was too late.

Shawn listened in horror as Owen listed off all of the reasons why he should turn around, the blond whining, “Oh, no. I’m going to die.”

“No, you’re not,” Bret said as he grabbed Shawn’s hand before kissing the back of it. “Especially not with me around. I would never let anything or anyone harm you. You know that, right?”

It’s moments like this one that Shawn wished he wasn’t a sucker to Bret’s loving eyes because he would’ve saved himself of the fright that was coming later that night.

Shawn nodded, cheeks reddening as he remembered they weren’t alone, Owen and Oje watching from the backseat as if they were watching a movie.

-

Bret and Shawn walked hand-in-hand, Shawn’s nerves slightly settling as Owen and Oje led the way to the line.

However, his relief was short-lived as he stood in line overhearing multiple conversations of how scary the trail was. That combined with the screamo rock music blasting in the background only made Shawn more anxious.

His fear worsened after moving to a spot in the line that allowed him to see the end of the trail, his eyes landing on various people as they left looking either terrified, drained, or like they’d worked up a sweat. And he could’ve sworn he’d seen one person crying.

Shawn turned around in Bret’s arms, the older man having been pressed against his back with a hold on his waist in comfort. Shawn looked up at him as he whispered, “Is it too late to go back?”

Bret said gently, “We’ve already paid for the tickets, Shawn.”

“Um, I’ll pay you back?”  

Bret couldn’t help but chuckle at Shawn, reassuring, “You’re going to be fine. Just stay next to me, ok?”

Right as Shawn was in the midst of calming down, an actor, one of many who’d been walking up and down the line, chose that moment to come up behind Shawn and scream loudly near his ear.

The blond jumped in Bret’s arms, shouting, “Ah, shit!”

He turned his head to see an actor dressed in a bloody Michael Myers costume before looking away to bury his face into Bret’s chest, deepening into his burrow after hearing laughter from those nearby.  

Owen said in a wheezy laugh, “You should’ve seen your face, Shawn!”

Bret gave his brother a look to shut him up before asking Shawn, “Are you ok?”

Shawn lifted his head, an embarrassed smile on his lips as he said, “That scared the shit out of me.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

“Still scary,” Shawn said as Bret helped guide him further up the moving line. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Bret.”

Owen said enthusiastically, “Well, you better get ready because it’s going to be way worse on the in-. Never mind,” Owen cowered at the glare Bret was throwing him.

After a few more minutes in the line, their group was led to a wooden hut where a worker went over the rules.

“Thank you for choosing Haunts of Horrors as your scare destination. There’s just a few rules to go over. As you go through the haunt, there’s to be no running, shoving, or pushing. This is to ensure that you do not harm yourselves or others as this haunted attraction is located in the woods.”

“Got that, Oje? No running,” Owen whispered to his son who nodded obediently.

The worker further explained, “Please do not touch the actors. That includes hitting, shoving, or spitting. You will be escorted out if done so. They will not touch you unless you paid for the Extra Horror experience.”

Shawn asked Bret in a hush, “We didn’t pay for that right?”

Bret interlaced they’re fingers as he whispered, “I wouldn’t put you through that.”

The worker ended, “You are to keep moving at all times to avoid holding up the groups behind you. Any questions?”

Oh, Shawn had plenty, but to save himself the embarrassment, he decided not to ask.

-

Shawn soon learned he should have taken heed to Owen’s warnings as nothing could’ve prepared him for the terrifying experience.

The haunt only lasted about fifteen minutes but felt like hours as Bret led their group through multiple scary scenarios – dark rooms, jump scares, flashing neon lights, monsters in scary masks, scary music blasting through the speakers.

Shawn kept a tight hold onto Bret’s arm barely having time to catch his breath as he made his way through the trail, screaming in terror at whatever came his way.

There were many times where Bret had to pull Shawn back to stop him from running, the blond tripping over his feet multiple times that night as they ventured through the dimly lit obstacle.

Although they were promised that the actors wouldn’t touch them, the scary figures got alarmingly close, the horrifying voices of the actors filling Shawn’s ears.

There were also times where Bret had to force Shawn to keep moving, the blond freezing in fear not wanting to move forward.

“Come on, baby. We’ve got to keep going,” Bret coaxed as the blond stooped to the ground screaming with his hands covering his ears after seeing a bloodied man revving a chainsaw.

Shawn allowed Bret to help him stand as he asked breathlessly, “It’s still not over?”

Hearing Shawn’s question, the bloodied man answered instead in a grizzly voice, “Your horrors will never be over!” He cackled before revving the chainsaw again.

Needless to say, that was enough to get the blond moving on his feet.

While Shawn struggled to make it through every room in one piece, Owen, Bret, and Oje were having the time of their lives.

Though they were also spooked, every scream ended with a hearty laugh. They would sometimes even taunt the actors, saying “That’s all you got?” or “That wasn’t even that scary. You gotta try harder than that!”

Shawn thought they were all insane, the blond telling them to stop before they made the monsters angry.

By the time they finished the trail, Shawn was a sweaty mess, breathing heavily, and looking as if he’d aged a few years. He was so grateful that it was over.

“That was awesome, daddy! I wanna go again,” Oje exclaimed. 

“Me, too, bud! Maybe we should-”

 “No!” Shawn gave a horrified shriek at the thought.

Owen went to take his son to the restroom while Bret and Shawn headed back to the car. Bret threw an arm over Shawn as the blond pouted and crossed his arms in defiance.

Upon reaching the vehicle, Bret placed Shawn between the car and himself, kissing the blond’s pout before asking, “Why the long face?”

Shawn moped, “You said it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It was! That was the most terrifying experience of my life and I never want to go through it again.”

Shawn meant for it to be lighthearted, but Bret truly worried that he’d ruined the blond’s night.

He asked doubtingly, “Did you at least have fun?”

Seeing Bret’s unsurety, Shawn sighed and smiled softly saying, “Yes, you crazy man.”

Maybe ‘fun’ was a bit of a stretch, but regardless of how scared he was, Shawn enjoyed having Bret by his side. Shawn would’ve understood if the man got frustrated with him at some point with his behavior throughout the night, but Bret remained calm and was so sweet to him.

If anything, the scary experience only made them closer.

“Really,” Bret asked, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Mhmm,” Shawn said, unfolding his arms to wrap them around Bret’s neck. “It was scary, but I wouldn’t have wanted to go through it with anyone else. I love you.”

It came unexpectedly, but Bret was quick to respond, whispering back his own ‘I love you’ before pulling the man into a lasting kiss, neither caring who was watching.

The kiss was only broken when the couple heard Owen say as he approached, “Ew, get a room!”

And they did, the couple heading back to Bret’s house to kiss and cuddle all night trying to forget about the Haunts of Horrors.

#divider cr: @saradika #shawn michaels #bret hart #hartbreak #bret hart x shawn michaels #bretshawn #wwe fanfiction #wwf #alternate universe

[beebooca]

I watched HTTYD ThW once again and I want to share my thoughts and critique points

The stuff I liked:

Toothless getting a love interest actually made me very happy!

I can’t even tell you how excited I was that we got the blue eyed white fury, when I was a wee litle kid I wanted that so bad

HICCSTRID WEDDING!!!

HICCSTRID KIDDOS!!

Ruff and Fishlegs getting together is actually so sweet

Eret being a bigger part in this and delivering some important information to our main characters

Tuffnuts beard plot was actually very funny and in character for him

The Night Lights are adorable and I love them dearly

My critique points:

starting at the very beginning, why is Berk so overcrowded? What about the rest of the island? What about surrounding islands? What about dragon island? Are those just... not there? why is every dragon living right in the village?

Why is Snotlout hitting on Valka... please... it made me so uncomfortable the entire movie.

Just... Snotlout... he is so out of character the entire time. The only thing in character he did was cry when the dragons left and cry at the Hiccstrid wedding. The writers just wanted a plotline of Hiccup being bullied, but couldn’t think of another way to do it.

We know that grimmel set up the trap on Berk and left the light fury there  to meet Toothless, but... why exactly did she stay? She could have just left? It’s not like she knew there was another fury here, she could have just flown back to the hidden world

I didn’t want to address it but the Light Fury design makes me so mad. Yeah, she’s pretty, but she was modeled after human beauty standards. Soft, glittery, smooth... meanwhile other female dragons, like Meatlug or Stormfly, don’t show a difference between male and female.

The Light Fury design just looks out of place in a world where something like a Singetail or Quaken exists. It’s not the typical HTTYD style that I know and love.

talking about design choices, why is every female character, especially Valka, suddenly wearing make up?? In HTTYD 2 Valka looked amazing, like the feral, middle aged dragon lady she was. In this one she looks like a 20 year old, now signs of aging at all except for the grey strands.

I’m also not sure about Toothless design for this movie, but he at least still looks like a night fury his age

Toothless would never leave Hiccup for a girl? Like?? What??

Why is Toothless behaving so weirdly? the producers said it’s because of domestication but like, Stormfly is also domesticated in that sense and she knows how to do her mating dance, she doesn’t behave like a fool around a potential mate.

Grimmel is made out to be this crazy, dangerous foe, the Night Fury killer. But yet I felt like he wasn’t actually such a threat? Drago for example was intimidating because, not only was he insane, he was responsible for Stoick’s death and had forced a dragon the size of a mountain into submission. Grimmel is just some dude that drugs dragons for obedience.

There is no way that grimmel actually killed all Night Furies, like, come on. What are the odds.

Why is Ruffnut this way in this movie?? The whole plotpoint of her being left behind is just so bizarre.

First off, it has been mentioned and explained multiple times throughout the franchise that a two headed dragon needs two riders.

Second, did Barf just not care?? That his rider was missing?? And how did Tuff not notice either?

Third, I’m sad to say this, but if there is one rider that this could have potentially worked on, it was Snotlout. We’ve seen many times in the franchise that he can fall off of Hookfang without Hooky noticing. It’s still far fetched, but it’s the most likely out of all of them.

Ruffnut would be way too smart to not look back and check if she was followed. We’ve seen her be smart many many times. She refused to tell on her friends at any time. She would have looked back and made sure that she wouldn’t be followed.

I call bs on the dragons having to leave. They always insisted on the fact that they will always protect the dragons and fight for and with them and now they’re just tossing all that out the window?

Sure, Grimmel was a threat. But like... The events of the movie took maybe a week. RTTE in comparison was over the span of a year or two. The war with Viggo, Ryker, Krogan and Johann was so much bigger than what happened here, but yet this is what makes Hiccup decide to send off the dragons?

Hiccup... honey... Toothless is permanently disabled... you can’t set him free just like that, his tail needs maintanence or it will inevitably break and leave him for dead...

In Conclusion:

Standing alone, it’s a great movie! But within the franchise, between other movies, shorts, shows books and comics, it’s just so out of character and incredibly weak compared to the rest.

That was it for now, I might add onto this list in the future