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m0llygunn · 6 months

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shy girl (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: typically shy, you aren't good at telling eddie what you want. finally brave enough to ask, eddie happily rewards you

cw: 18+!, mature language, petnames, smut, pinv sex (unprotected), creampie, anal fingering, shy/nervous first time anal reader idk, lots of praising, porn with very little plot an: wrote this a while ago and was suppose to be a 3 part butt stuff saga lol but i probably won't do the other 2 parts if im being honest. makes sense alone, theres just clearly a segue for the other parts at the end. kind of edited but not really. wc: 3.6k+

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Your stomach clenches, whole body quivering with nerves.

“Y’okay?” he asks from behind you, finger just barely brushing over the focus of tonight.

“M’okay,” you answer tentatively.

“You don’t sound okay?”

“I want to do this,” you say with an exhale, forcing your muscles to relax. You drop the side of your head further into the plushness of the pillow, back arching deeper as you breathe away the low vibrations of your nervousness.

His hands rise up your lower back, palms flat to your skin. “You don’t have to.” He glides both thumbs up the sides of your spine before rounding them outwards, massaging an achy spot you didn’t know existed. You relax into it, taking another breath.

“I want to, Eddie. Wanna try it.”

His thumbs return to the base of your spine before gliding upwards, doing it all again. You could fall asleep if he kept doing this— but you don’t. You push yourself up, craning your neck to see him perched behind you on his knees. His eyes flicker up from the movements of his hands on your lower back to meet your gaze.

“Eddie, I’m serious. I want to try it,” you convince, eyeing him. His naked chest glistens in a faint sheen of sweat under the warm light of the bedroom, courtesy of the ample foreplay that brought you both here. His disheveled hair is further proof of how the night has gone. He raises his brows, showing off the sincerity in his widened eyes, hands paused on your skin.

“If it’s just for me, I’m fine with how we usually have sex— I love your pussy,” he smiles crookedly.

Worked up, bare, his cock already hard, and so close to your soaked entrance— it would be easy to give in and let him fuck you stupid, but you prepared for this, you thought endlessly about this, you want this.

“I’ve never done anal before though, wanna try it at least once.”

His hands resume their movements, this time gliding down and over the roundness of your ass. His thumb brushes over where you want him.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yes, Eddie. Please.”

“It’s gonna take a while if you don’t want it to hurt. We coulda been warming you up if you told me earlier.”

Your back arches deeper as you deflate, pressing your face forward into the pillow. You knew Eddie had more experience than you, you knew he’s done this before with other people, but you didn’t know how to bring it up. It was only in the heat of the moment when you managed to let the words slip from the tip of your tongue despite planning to say them at the beginning of the evening. At least this time you got the message out, last time you got ready for this, you chickened out on telling him what you wanted and went without.

Eddie brushes his thumb over your hole again before traveling down to your cunt, dipping into your wetness. Shallowly, he circles his thumb in your entrance.

“Shoula told me earlier, pretty girl,” Eddie says and your stomach drops with disappointment. You know you should have, you told him too late and now you have to wait again.

His thumb pulls out from your cunt, trailing upwards.

“Shoulda told me earlier, cause now I’m all worked up and need you— but you’re shy, aren’t you?” His voice drops to a low rasp that makes your disappointment vanish, heated excitement taking its place. “My shy girl, too nervous to tell me she wants me to fuck her in the ass.”

The warmth of your slick on his thumb circles around your puckered hole lightly, teasingly.

“Are you my shy girl?” he asks.

You nod your head, the sound of ruffling cotton on your pillowcase acting as your response. You know Eddie doesn’t appreciate your lack of a real answer when his thumb stops it’s movement.

“Yes, I’m your shy girl,” you say quickly, wanting him to keep going.

“Good girl. My good, shy girl,” he hums. His thumb resumes circles before gliding right over your hole, adding increasing pressure that has your stomach squeezing. You hum happily, enjoying it so far but it doesn’t last for long when he removes both hands from you.

“Touch yourself, baby. Want to see your fingers in your pussy while I get your ass ready for my cock,” he says and your stomach flips.

“Touch myself?” you ask.

“Too shy to touch yourself f’me?” he asks, amusement laced in his voice. You hum, turning your head briefly into the pillow to hide, before taking a breath.

“No,” you reply, the bashfulness of your voice telling both of you otherwise. You bravely snake a hand under your body, holding your hand flat over your mound.

“That’s a good girl, let’s see you sink your little fingers into that pretty cunt.”

Hot and wet, your fingers glide in easily, an audible squelch of wetness sounding out that makes your skin heat from your neck all the way up to your cheeks. Eddie groans from behind you and it gives you the confidence to pull your fingers out, starting a slow pump.

“Thatta girl, keep doing that,” he praises and you hear the mattress shuffle behind you.

You turn your face to see Eddie but when you catch his gaze, he pointedly looks towards your cunt, reminding you with a raised brow to keep going. He shuffles off the bed, moving to the bedside table. Seconds later, with a clear bottle in hand, he crawls back into the bed, moving to sit behind you again.

With the pop of a lid opening, your fingers pause as your mind’s focus shifts to what Eddie’s doing.

“Keep going baby,” he's quick to prompt. “Just gonna warm up some of this lube in my hands and we’ll get you started, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply meekly, making slow wiggles of your fingers inside of yourself, movements far too shallow and tame to get yourself off.

“Gotta relax baby, focus on playing with yourself,” he guides as you hear the slickness of the lube being rubbed between his hands. He finally makes contact between your cheeks, rubbing the warmed up liquid over you.

You try to continue plunging your fingers in and out of yourself but your attention wanes as the pads of his fingers rub circles over your hole.

You resist the nervousness that threatens to creep in. It’s not that you don’t trust Eddie. You trust him more than yourself, it’s just new and you’re not sure what to make of it yet.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing?” you ask shyly.

A gentle palm meets your lower back again, warmth spreading over your skin as he rubs soothingly. An appreciated affection that calms your nervousness.

“’Course, baby,” he answers. “Just getting you ready and lubed up. The slicker you are, and the more relaxed you are, the easier it’ll be.”

You hum an agreement, trying your hardest to focus on fingering yourself. You start building a steady rhythm when Eddie’s hand pauses.

“Gonna start small, okay? Just gonna use my little finger at first— see how you like it.”

“Mhm, okay,” you agree. With his one hand still rubbing a soothing massage on your lower back, you feel the prod at your hole, slow and gentle.

“Just, relax,” he hums quietly, “mhm, just like that, baby.” His little finger pushes into the tightness, and your own fingers pause completely as you take a moment to decipher the feeling.

His hand slides from your lower back, down to rest on your hip. His finger pushes in the slightest bit further. When you feel the knuckle of his finger your whole body moves forward, away from the intrusion instinctively.

“Hurts?” he asks, letting you pull away, leaving just the tip of his finger inside you.

You shake your head. It’s not pain, it’s not something you’ve really felt before. “Just feels weird,” you answer, relaxing back towards him.

“Wanna stop?”

“No,” you reply with another shake of your head. “Keep going, please,” you say when he makes no further moves.

He pushes his little finger into you again, knuckle pushing past the band of tightness but this time you don’t pull away, you breath through the odd feeling.

“How’s that?” he asks, stilling his finger inside you.

“Feels… fine? Not bad, just… tight.”

“Yeah, s’really tight,” he breathes. You feel his finger wiggle the slightest bit and it makes your stomach clench from the strange sensation.

“Wanna play with your clit for me? It’ll make it feel better.”

“What are you gonna do now?” you ask, wanting him to talk you through it some more.

“Get you used to this, just go slow, in and out for now,”

Gliding your fingers out from your cunt, wetness gathered between your fingers, you move to make circles on your clit, letting out a breath at the distracting pleasure.

Eddie starts slow movements of his finger, pulling it out before pushing it back in. With your fingers working your clit and the added pressure, you hum a quiet moan.

“Feel good, baby? Like having my finger in your ass?”

“Like it, feels good so far,” you answer, picking up the speed on your clit.

You get so lost in the buzzing throughout your body that Eddie’s words go in one ear and out the other as he guides you through the next step. You almost don’t notice him switching from his little finger to his middle, only when he gets to the knuckle again do you notice the extra stretch. Surprised, despite him telling you what he was doing, a gasp pulls from your lungs and your circles on your clit stutter.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, just surprised me.”

“Tell me if it starts to hurt, okay?”

You agree and Eddie starts a slow thrust in and out. The feeling is… interesting. It’s like pressure and quite different from when he’s in your pussy.

When his knuckle slips in and out with ease, you feel yourself get excited.

“Ready for more,” you chirp quietly.

“Yeah? Ready for two of my fingers?”

“Mhm, ready for ‘em, Eddie.” Your belly pools with heat just at the idea of two of his fingers inside of you. Your pace on your clit picks up again, having slowed down so you didn’t cum just yet.

He does it methodically, pulling his finger out until just the very tip is left inside of you. Then he adds his second, pushing inside of you so slowly that you nearly feel like pushing back into him— until he gets to the hilt of his knuckles again.

Biting your lip, the stretch is close to being painful and you can’t help the way you tense. Eddie stills.

“My ambitious girl, thought she could take more already. S’hurting isn’t it?”

“No,” you lie unconvincingly.

“No?”

“Just feels like a stretch,” you say, voice coming out squeaky.

“Yeah? Wanna keep going?”

You pause before nodding your head. “Wanna keep going,” you answer, continuing slow circles on your clit.

His fingers prod deeper, knuckles stretching you out and adding pressure. When he finally has both fingers fully inside you, you let out a breath you had held in that clearly you nor Eddie realized you had held in.

“Baby, you gotta keep breathing. If it’s too much, tell me,” he admonishes gently, rubbing his opposite hand along your hip.

“It’s not too much… it’s just different. I want it so bad, Eddie.”

“I’m so fucking hard, you’re not making this easy for me,” he laughs softly.

“I do. I've been thinking about it for a long time. Really want it just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Sweet, shy girl, you can tell me anything. You know I’d never say no to you,” he says as he starts moving his fingers again. You make a conscious effort to breathe, taking deep inhales and extended exhales.

When he eventually gets you used to his two fingers, the way he twists his wrist with each plunge has you humming in the intimate pleasure. More than anything, the thrill of it all is what has you enjoying this the most. It feels good so far but you need more.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

“Can you…” you trail off, shyness creeping in.

“Can I?” he prompts, slowing his fingers.

“Can you… can you do that but…” you trail off again.

“Anything you want baby, just gotta ask,” he says softly, hand rubbing along your hip still, encouraging you to say what you want to say.

“I want you to do that and fuck me too,” you say in a quick breath.

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

Eddie laughs softly, his gentle massaging hand turns into a quick squeeze. “I can do that, want me to stuff both your hole, fill you right up?” he asks salaciously.

You pussy clenches at the thought and you need it more than anything.

“Please, Eddie.”

He sinks his fingers deep into your ass, making you moan, lighting every nerve up in your body. He shuffles behind you, free hand guiding your thighs wider to accommodate himself.

“Gonna make you feel so full, you want that don’t you? You been thinking about it?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum. “Been thinking about it for so long, Eddie.”

“Gotta tell me these things, baby. Want to know every dirty thought of yours,” he grumbles in a deep baritone. His fingers twist with the movements of his wrist and you feel the prod of his cock as he drags it through your folds, catching your clit before lining himself up.

“Please,” you whisper, pushing back into him. He lets out a low chuckle and he spares you your additional pleas that sit on your tongue as he pushes inside of you.

The stretch of the head of his cock makes you whine and with the addition of his fingers in your ass it’s a fuller pleasure, one that gets more intense as he pushes deeper inside of you.

“Eddie,” you whimper out, dropping your head to the pillow.

“I know baby, s’a lot isn’t it?”

“Feels good Eddie,” you whine, arching your back deeper.

“Yeah? You like being filled up?”

“Love it, Eddie.”

He draws his hips back and your stomach flips just at the thought of the pleasure to come. When he pushes back in, his fingers wiggle inside of you and your breath catches. He does it again and you swear your head goes fuzzy.

He starts slow, his hips thrusting slow and lazily, barely grazing the backs of your thighs with each stroke. His fingers are what makes your breath stutter. He twists them in and out with the swirl of his wrist, and each time he sinks his cock inside of you, it adds unique pressure that has you reeling. Most of all, you like that it’s him doing it— you feel a profound intimacy having him like this that makes your chest squeeze alongside the burn in your lungs from having every breath stolen.

“Want to add another finger,” he says and you let out a drawn out whimper. He coos, rubbing his free hand along the round expanse of your cheek and up to your waist. “I know you can take it, you’re doing so good f’me.”

“I can take it,” you nod into your pillow.

He pulls back from you, enough to have just the tip of his cock inside, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from pushing back into him. That feeling vanishes when you hear the click of the bottle lid.

“Just gonna add more lube, okay? Make sure you’re nice and slick for me,” he says in a soothing cadence.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you say. He huffs a quiet laugh and you hear the wet sound of the lube in his hand.

“Don’t gotta thank me, pretty girl. I’m having fun back here,” he chuckles and your heart skips a beat at the thought of him enjoying this. It’s a warm feeling— the shared pleasure, it’s hard to explain but just feels good being together like this.

Pulling his fingers almost all the way out, you feel his other fingers glide around your entrance. When he shifts, you take a deep breath.

“Good girl,” he praises.

His free hand finds your lower back again and the stretch of a third finger starts. It’s a lot this time. A lot more than all the other stretches.

“Just breathe, there you go. Doing so good,” he soothes in a low voice. Feeling a heightened sensitivity, you don’t miss the way his cock twitches and throbs inside of you. While the stretch tinges painful, you focus your attention towards that, feeling the way his excitement kicks up in his cock.

The stretch doesn’t give way to pleasure, but the pleasure comes from somewhere else. Somewhere deep inside where you feel connected to Eddie. You’re his like this, physically but emotionally as well. All his. It makes you throb, and you reach between your legs chasing that feeling.

“Fuck, there you go,” Eddie says, voice turning gravelly. His cock kicks up again and he lets himself push forward, sinking halfways inside of you.

His fingers, just barely past the knuckle, shift inside of your tight hole and it has you lighting up in a searing pleasure— pain speckled but so rewarding when Eddie lets out a deep grunted moan.

“Don’t think I’ll last, baby,” he says in a strangled breath.

“Just fuck me, please. Need it so bad Eddie. Need you.”

He huffs a deep exhale. His hand on your lower back pushes you down into a deep arch and you meld to the way he needs you. His fingers shift again and it’s like fire in your veins. You rub quick circles against your clit and with a deep breath that tickles across your spine as Eddie lets it out, he thrusts.

Guttural and from deep inside of you, you let out a pleasure ridden moaned cry.

He pulls back and rolls his hips to yours.

You’ve never felt so full in your life and you love it. It’s thrilling, it’s connecting, it’s masochistically beautiful, and it pools in your lower belly, making your stomach clench in rigid convulses.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good,” Eddie groans. His breath is heavy and only adds to your pleasure. “You like both your holes being filled don’t you, can feel you squeezing me so tight,” he says in a deep grunted babble.

Your moans surpass their usual shy quietness, and the way your pitch raises is barely within your control. If you didn’t feel so conscious-shatteringly good, you might be embarrassed about how your voice echos off the walls. Normally Eddie’s the vocal one, and even with his drawn out groans, grunts, moans, and dirty talk that choruses alongside your own, you’re undeniably loud and it has Eddie’s thrusts stuttering already.

He presses his fingers downwards inside of you and it’s like something shatters. You’re almost at your climax, but that small movement has his cock pressing perfectly against your g spot, and the stretch, the subtle pain, and the blatant pleasure of your fingers on your clit have your muscles seizing. He thrusts as deep as he can, moving quickly in and out to push you over the edge, and you erupt into shakes that tremor through your body.

Your legs threaten to give out and your head turns foggy with buzzing luxury. His thrusts continue and even with your eyes squeezing shut, your vision gets darker until you see the sparkle of your pleasure peaking through like stars.

Eddie spews moans and grunts after whimpers and curses, and pulling his fingers from your ass, he quickly grabs hold of your hips in a pinching grip. Staying planted in your cunt, he chases you downwards on the bed when your legs finally give out. He follows you, prolonging your high, and finding his own as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Fucking Christ— fuck, fuck,” he grunts, hips slapping heavily to your ass in quick thrusts. The bruising grip he has on you, and the urgency of his broken curses tell you he��s on the edge. He sinks his cock deeply inside of you, convulsing balls pressing against your cunt, and you feel the subtle warmth of his orgasm fill you up. Working himself through his high in shallow thrusts with stuttered grunts, the room is silent as you’re reduced to levelling breaths. You feel as light as air with the pleasure of electricity strumming through every inch of you.

He’s pressed to your back, both of you completely collapsed to the mattress but you need to feel more of him. You shift, reaching backwards, and like he reads your mind he’s already searching for you with an open hand.

He pulls out, rolling to the side and you follow, moving yourself to lay against his chest. His hand in yours, it’s sticky and wet and full of lube but you hold it tight, squeezing it within your own. He squeezes back.

You hum with more satisfaction and good feelings inside your chest than you can communicate. Eddie brings his other hand to your back, rubbing it up and down, replying with his own hum.

“That was really good,” you mumble, leaning your cheek to his sweat damp chest.

“So fucking good,” he nearly growls, the tone of his voice proving the assertion of his truth.

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. His heart hammers below your ear and the rise and fall of his chest soothes you, relaxes you.

“My shy girl,” Eddie hums and from the lightness of his tone you know he’s smiling. Feeling brave from your post sex high, you smile to yourself.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock in my ass,” you say. Eddie lets out a deep laugh that vibrates in his chest.

“Not so shy now, huh?”

Cheeks burning with your smile, you shake your head.

“Want to do you too,” you say. You lose a bit of your nerve but the dramaticized gasp you get from Eddie, you know that he knows what you mean.

“You want to do me too?” he laughs.

“Mhm, want to fuck your ass,” you whisper, just barely mustering the courage to say it. You’re rewarded for saying it with smooth, soothing strokes up and down your back, and a chuckle from deep inside Eddie’s chest.

“Who woulda thought my shy girl’d be so dirty,” he says, pulling you even tighter to him, hugging you extra close.

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jokingmisfit · 1 month

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Not Yet Forgotten

Platonic Future Hamato Brothers x Neglected Reader

Warnings- Angst with Happy Ending, Reader is Casey Jr's Sibling, Neglectful Parental Figures, Severe Injuries, Mentions of Blood and Broken Bones, Near Death Experience, Hurt with Comfort, Head Injury, Mention of Reader having Mystic Powers

Notes- I may make a different version from 3rd person pov to show how bad the boys felt. I don't know anything about medicine so please forgive me for any incorrect everything. Wrote this right before therapy and I think it shows. Lol, Enjoy!

Your breathing was fast, but muffled through your hand. It felt like your lungs were on fire. You don't know how far you've run, but you hope that it's far enough.

Only an hour earlier, Krang dogs surrounded you and your crew. The rest were already dead... You were frightened and angry. You knew that if only they'd taught you how to fight as well as they had Casey, then you wouldn't be in this situation. They didn't care for you. Your brother being far too important, apparently, for you to be cared for at all.

Made sense in your mind. You didn't look like your mother like Casey did. Didn't share a name or even blood. Just another "stray" she'd picked up, but she loved you. In her own way. Too bad when she died the knowledge she left you with was all you'd be given. No sessions with Leonardo. No kind words from Michelangelo or Raphael. No scolding on health or knowledge from Donatello. It was like you were invisible. Unimportant.

You and your team had done so much. Achieved amazing things, but every achievement was overlooked. Every injury was ignored. Perhaps you did learn a few things... Fending for yourself. That didn't help now, though.

Climbing the rubble. You could feel the parts of your body move in ways they weren't made for. You were strong but how strong would you have to be to defy death itself. You had sent out the SOS so long ago, yet it seems as if nobody will come.

Your blood stained broken concrete rocks. You prayed to whatever higher being was above that, just this once, they wouldn't overlook you. That the people who were supposed to care the most would save you.

You finally collapsed at the top of the heap. Only small peaks of the red sky could be seen. You were safe, for now, but you were bloodied and broken. Your stash of medical supplies were carried by a dead man. You wouldn't last, not long, at least.

You hit the alert again seeing as the purple light went out. Hitting the button over and over as your breath thinned. It felt harder to breathe with every second.

An alert came back to you. A communication. You heard April once say it was like a phone call. Whatever that was. You pressed the button to hear the voice on the other end. It was Donatellos.

"Are you there? Can you hear me?" His voice was wavering. Something you'd never heard before.

With a raspy tone you whispered out your response. "You got... got te loc-location right?"

He sighed on the other end. "Yes we have it. A rescue team has already found the rest. Where are you hurt?"

"Hehe." Your laugh is cut off by coughing. Blood bubbling up in your lungs and throat. Looking at the gashes and stuck out bones, you answer. "Every- Everywhere..."

Silence met you on the other end. Silence and the clicking of the keyboard.

A deep breath, and you talk again. "I know... I- I know you all... Probably don't- don't care... but I don't wanna die... I don wanna die." A sob escapes your mouth, cutting off your sentence.

The pain and fear causing tears to cascade down your face.

The clicking stopped at your words.

Donatello responds after a few seconds. "They're almost there... I- You need to stay awake and you'll be fine. We- I won't let you die."

"I'm- I'm so sorry..." Your breath stops in your chest. "I shoulda- should of done better... I try- tried so hard... Was never good enough. I can't- can't breathe." Your words are heavy and painful as you sob them out.

"HELLO!" You heard Leonardo yell.

Before you had a chance to answer a light came from your gear. The communication line ending and sends an alert to the other mutant.

Footsteps could be heard from multiple beings. Talking and panic is heard as you stare at the broken roof with blurry eyes.

Raphael's face coming into view before anything else. If you weren't in so much pain you'd smile at him. Instead you stare as he picks you up gently. His words sound soft but melt in your head making them unknown. He holds you close and moves quickly.

A whisper escapes you. "you came..." The statement soft and broken from your lips. The only evidence he heard you being the tilt of his head as he stares with worried eyes.

You held on tightly to your consciences. You held on for however long it took to be laid on a table. Long enough to have something put over your face. Long enough to feel a hand pet your head slightly as your eyes finally close.

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It hurt. Everything hurt. Your eyes flutter open, but they're unfocused.

"They're awake!" You heard someone yell.

You flinch at the noise. A whine escaping the back of your throat from the pain.

"Be quiet. They're not going to react well to loud noises." You heard another voice scolds matter-of-factly.

You huff out heavy breaths. You try sitting up only for a large hand to, gently, hold you down. You blink several times to try and see better. Figures, shapes, and colors bounced around but nothing appeared sensical.

"How are they?" A voice says nervously and stern at the same time. Their footsteps stop towards you.

The hands that were moving on and around you pause for a moment before an answer. "They're discombobulated."

"What the hell? English, Donnie." The voice answers.

Your voice is scratchy and comes out in squeaks. "Don- Donnie?"

Your question goes unanswered, but you were glad you finally knew who one of the voices belonged to. You were with Donatello.

"They had a head injury, so their brains jumbled. They can't see straight... At least we can be sure that they can hear fine." He answers with distaste.

A hand sets itself on your head and plays with your hair. The voice above you talks nervously. "So shouldn't we be talking to them? They're probably so scared right now. Aren't you?"

You realize that the end was directed at you, but you lost the energy to answer. You tried to speak, but nothing came out, as if your body didn't agree with your mind."

"Mikey’s right," The deep voice spoke. "We need to comfort them right now."

You wanted to tell them not to force themselves. That you knew they were only here because you were hurt. That once you were better they'd go back to the way it was before. But you couldn't speak, and the feeling of actually being cared for felt so nice.

The weight in your chest may have been painful, but it felt so good to be loved. If your head wasn't so fuzzy you might have cried.

Your name was called, almost urgently. You hadn't realized you weren't listening. So caught up in your own head that you forgot to listen.

You looked slightly to the person calling out to you.

"You still in there, kid? Lost ya there for a second huh?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

That was Leonardo right. He's the one to smile when things are bad. That means the deep voice was Raphael... All four of them were there for you.

You wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Maybe you were imagining things?

"You need to relax. Your heart rate is spiking..." Donatello tells you strictly.

Raphael's voice picked up from the foot of your bed. "Don, I don't think they can necessarily control that... Y'know?"

"Sigh," Donatello answers him. "I'll fix it myself."

You felt the bed adjust, setting you up slightly. You felt his hand on your arm fiddle with something sticking out of it.

You felt calmer, almost, instantly. Surprisingly, your vision cleared slightly. Things still blurred but you could make out their faces so much more.

A crowd of turtles that left no space to see what room you were in. The lights still felt too bright, yet they were dimmer than any room you’ve been to. The blue lights gave you more of a clue. The screens lights bouncing and reflecting off the men. Was this Donatello’s lab? It had to be.

With your eyes now clearer you were able to hold them onto the figures separately. Their blurred faces held concern, fear… It was definitely a sight.

“You feelin’ better?” Raphael asked sweetly. He loomed over the edge of the bed, yet still he managed to keep a distance.

Despite the medicine making you feel better your head and chest still layed heavy on the bed. The only response you could manage was a broken noise from the back of your throat.

Leonardo laughs sadly. “Y’know maybe we shouldn’t ask them too many questions, heh.”

If you could shake your head in agreement you would. The other three certainly did, or at least it looked like they did.

You took a deep breath in and out letting everything sink into your skin, into your bones. You had your own list of questions you wanted to ask them. Like, how bad is the damage? Why are all four of you here, there’s more important things to do? Did any of the others live?

You could feel all four eyes on you. Feel them stare like you were the only thing worth looking at. It confused you, so you turned your eyes to the only one who you knew had all the answers, Donatello.

“Right, well I suppose you want answers. Yes?” He asked, oddly nervous. “Where to start,” he whispered to his screen before sighing. “You have a major concussion, obviously, you have two broken ribs, a broken leg, a sprain in your right arm, you have large lacerations on your abdomen, and you had punctured one of your lungs.” He lists off easily. “All of which have been cared for, however you will be immobile for quite a while. I estimate approximately 12 weeks and 3 days. Do you understand?” He asks you calmly.

You huffed at him, hoping he would understand that you were listening. He seemed satisfied with your response and went back to typing on the screen. Of course you were slightly confused by this as you hoped he’d elaborate on why they were all there.

Clearly noticing your confusion Raphael talks with guilt. “I think they’re confused on why we’re here…”

He says it like he can read your mind.

“Why would they be confused about that?” Michelangelo laughs out shakily.

“Probably, because we’ve neglected them for years.” Donatello answers within seconds.

Leonardo being the next to speak, like they were taking turns. “We really fucked up that bad, huh kid?”

You couldn’t hold his gaze. The guilt was so evident on his face. You’d never imagined they’d realize what they’ve done. You pictured you’d grow into an adult and leave the Resistance without anyone knowing you were gone.

“Listen, I know- We know we should’ve done better for you…” Leonardo sighs. “You are just as important as everyone else. As the Resistance. As Casey Jr. I was always so caught up with him and being a leader I forgot that I had to be there for you. You always seem to have a hold on everything. Always seemed so sure. So confident… I never thought you might need help to. It was such a terrible mistake and I should have known better, should’ve been more and done more for you,” He leans over and grabs your hand gently. “I promise to never act like that again. I will never let anything hurt you like this. I will never leave you alone again. I swear on my life kid I will do anything, everything to make this up to you.” Tears from his eyes fell onto your clasped hands.

You couldn’t hide the shock from your eyes as you were crying too. It was like your body finally jump started and tears fell so freely.

“You were always so strong,” Raphael starts. “I don’t think any of us thought that our lack of attention would hurt you so much. You always shined so brightly on your own.” He chuckled sadly. “I never thought you’d need us so much, Jr’s strong too, but he relied on your mom more than you so when she died we- I thought you could handle yourself. You’d never seemed to waver. I’m so sorry.”

The regret he held in his words weighed heavy on your mind causing more tears to fall from your eyes.

“My turn already?” Michelangelo laughed, tears in his own eyes. “Heh, I remember this one time I was talking to one of your group members, she seemed so excited to join your team. I remember I asked her what she was so excited for… It was you. She told me that she had seen you and your team fight. Saw how well you worked together, but she was mesmerized by you. She told me years ago she idolized me for my mystic abilities,” He laughs quietly. “But she admitted in this conversation that she idolized you even more. Because you were more like her than I was and your mystic abilities were so strong…” He pauses with a sad silence. “A part of that conversation fortified in my mind that you didn’t need anyone. You were able to figure everything out all on your own. Lead your own team. Fight and save lives like a pro. I should have taken into perspective your feelings. I used to be so good at feelings, but it seems I’ve lost my way a little bit. But I promise not anymore. You’re never going to feel left out again. I guarantee it!” He ends off happily

Silence fills the room. The only thing truly heard was the buzz of machines and various sniffles.

The silence was cut off again by Raphael. “Donnie… Are you going to say anything?” He asked both encouragingly and authoritatively.

“Sigh.” Donatello stated tiredly. He turned to face you more. “I’m not good with emotions. They were never something I could grasp fully. I’ve worked hard on fixing that, but I see in some areas I have… failed. I personally assumed if you needed help you would come to me, however looking back it’s clear you had and I pushed you away.” He states uncomfortably. “As an adult I should have been more prepared and I wasn’t… You were just a child, you are a child, and you’ve experienced so much on your own. I can assure that we plan on remedying that.” He ends sincerely.

After listening carefully to all their words your heart swelled with happiness. You were still afraid that they may not be true, but you were hopeful and so glad to finally be seen. The love you felt radiate off them in blissful waves made you smile. You forgave them as soon as their words left their mouths. As soon as they told you they cared. There was nothing better than feeling true love for what felt like the first time. You couldn’t help but be happy.

“Get some sleep, Kid,” Leonardo says. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

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adorejungkook · 1 year

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Baby Got Back!!

CHAPTER 7

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you, before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”.

Warnings; you guys said you'd be interested in longer chapters, so this is 5 pages long! We'll see how well it does :) happy reading lol

word count; 2k

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, he was met with two pairs of eyes and two empty chipotle bowls.

Woah, they even paid for extra guac!

Ugh, they would do that while Jungkook wasn’t here.

“Oh!” Taehyung exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and pulling you into his chest like a soldier who hasn’t seen his spouse in seven years, “You brought my baby back~”

“Tae,” You giggled, playfully shoving him away.

Suddenly, Jungkook doesn’t feel as bad about stealing you away and not buying the guys food. He’d probably do it again.

“Stop touching her.” Jungkook said shortly, shoving his arm in between the two of you.

Taehyung stared into his eyes with a small smile on his face, though the look he was giving him wasn’t friendly. It was like he was challenging Jungkook, maybe even mocking him.

“Why?”

…SHIT.

Jungkook had just pushed himself in between the two of you and seemingly for no reason. He knew that the guys knew exactly why he was acting this way, but you might be more than a little shocked to find out how much his heart panged when you laugh so sweetly, and not because of him.

Plus, it would be a little more than humiliating to confess his crush this way and he had to go to bed with you tonight! He’d like to tackle one problem at a time.

“Um,” Jungkook mumbled out, eyes seemingly searching the floor for an answer before seemingly finding it in the smirk plastered on Jimin’s face.

“Because dickhead, you just had chipotle and she’s allergic to pinto beans!” He scoffed, shooting them both sharp looks with their faces both fell in realization.

“Fuckkkk,” Taehyung groaned, rushing away to clean up their leftover plates.

Jungkook had won.

“We really did forget babe,” Jimin frowns as he wipes the table down, giving an apologetic look, “Shoulda got Mcdonalds or some shit…”

“Oh, you’re good! Don’t worry about it,” You assure with a soft smile before turning to Jungkook.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie later?”

This is the most Jungkopok has ever talked to you and it seems like you’re both enjoying it, even though he’s been acting a little off.

He wonders if you don’t mind or if you’re just used to it.

Either way, as long as you weren’t tired of him, he was going to keep trying his best to impress you.

“Oh yeah, do you want me to tell the guys too? I think Jimin knows where to pirate that new one coming out!” He giggled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh,”

You paused.

Well, Jungkook was done for! You finally realized that you were done talking to him. Was it something he said? Maybe Jimin was right and girls really didn’t like it when you explained pokemon storylines to them…

Or maybe you realized that he stole another one of your delicious cookies?

Either way, Jungkook fucked up.

“I mean, yeah! I was talking about when we go to bed, but you can ask them,” You said with a stale laugh before taking off to change into your pajamas.

Oh, you DON’T hate him and his pokemon lore! You want to spend more time with him, and maybe even find out about Squirtle’s origins! Jungkook couldn’t be happier right now.

Except for the fact that you just told him to ask the guys if they wanted to join.

Jungkook definitely didn’t want to do that, but at the same time he had already lied to you once a day and Taehyung would snitch on him as soon as he caught on to what he did earlier today.

At the same time though, you did say that he could invite them if he wanted to.

They would probably just come in if they heard the TV, but Jungkook didn’t want that either.

He knew exactly what to do.

He strutted into the kitchen, a man on a mission.

Both boys looked up from the dining table, seemingly having finished with their mini-cleaning session.

Jungkook took a deep breath before bowing his head.

“ (y/n) wanted me to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie with us but I really don’t want you to watch it with us so please please please don’t come to our room, I’ll pay you back,” Jungkook yapped out, hands clasped as he waited for his elders’ responses.

“Huh?” Taehyung chuckled out, looking at Jimin in disbelief, “See, you can’t tell me they’re not fucking!”

Jimin just rolls his eyes before tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder, “Fine, we’ll leave you alone for tonight, but if she’s not your girl by tomorrow then I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Man,” Tae groaned, resting his face in his hands, “She’s gonna look so hot in her little nightie dress-thing too..”

Jungkook’s gonna act like he didn’t hear that.

He giggles sweetly before rushing to his room to get ready for bed.

For your bed, which you were going to share and watch movies in.

:)))

Should he find a movie before you get done or let you pick? Did you want popcorn or like, some poptarts to snack on? A million thoughts a minute flashed through his head, including some mini panic when he came across the pair of panties that he practically (literally) stole from you while rummaging through his suitcase before pulling out exactly what he was looking for.

Grey sweatpants.

No undies.

Perfection.

He decided on not wearing a shirt either, partially because he wanted to impress you but also because he never wore shirts to sleep anyways.

After quickly changing and washing his face, he ran back into the kitchen while ignoring Taehyung’s eyes glaring at the back of his head.

Even though he wasn’t a baker like you, he was a certified snack master.

Jungkook grabs a bowl and fills it to the brim with popcorn, pretzels and chocolate candies before mixing it up and dusting a little salt over the top.

If this doesn’t make you fall for him, he honestly isn’t sure what will.

He carefully brings it back to your room, sitting it in the middle of the bed while he waits for you. He chuckles to himself when he hears you singing your favorite song from the bathroom, Wildflower he thinks it was called.

Okay, he knows that’s exactly what song it is.

He follows you on spotify, you’ve got a real gift for playlist-making.

“Okay, I’m ready!” You say as you walk out of the bathroom, putting the last bit of your hair up into the scrunchie you had on your head.

Jungkook’s eyes drag down your body, before falling back onto the scrunchie. He noticed that you had matched the color with your very sexy, almost princess-like nightgown . It fell just before the middle of your thighs and the lettuce-hem at the bottom only made it that much more enticing to focus on.

Jungkook was stronger than that, though.

Well, strong enough to wait until you were looking at him to stare, but strong nonetheless!

As you hop onto the bed, you place the snack bowl on Jungkook’s lap before scooting closer to him and putting the blanket over you both.

“Are you cold? I can grab another blanket,” Jungkook laughed nervously, paying more attention to your side pressing onto him than he needed to.

He could feel the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

“Nah,” You said nonchalantly, plucking a pretzel and some m&ms from the bowl, before looking up at him, “You feel nice,”

You pick up the remote and start scrolling through movies while Jungkook prays to god than you can’t hear his heart trying to break out of his chest.

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crazyk-imagine · 3 months

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Call All You Want

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Carole Bradshaw, Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Sarah Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Charles "Chipper" Piper, Marcus "Sundown" Williams, Sam "Merlin" Wells, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Baby Wolfman (Howler)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, slight club au, the reader and Leo have a fight, this started off as a different idea but I don't hate this, the gang is at the club, Mav and Goose chaos, Goose making fun of Ice and Slider, Ice and Ron being a slightly less chaotic duo, the other guys being club boys, slight crack behavior, Chipper is a cage dancer lol, Ice talks like he's had experience before with dancers, mentions of pregnancy, I cannot get enough of this man, I love writing for him so effing much, Wolfman fics cure depression, in my mind it's canon Wolfman's kids are nicknamed howler

Word Count: 4,671

A/N: Was this inspired by the iconic song Telephone that I hadn't listened to since I was a kid and came up with this idea? Maybe

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Hello, hello, baby You called, I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you see, see

You’re barely two minutes into the club when your phone starts buzzing (again). You take your phone out of your pocket, “hello?”

“-ey want to talk with y- but-”

“I can’t hear you, Leonard. We just got here. I don't think there's any service here. Can you hear me?” You hold a finger to your ear with your free hand to try and listen to him better.

“Break- ing up wi- you…”

You don't hear anything else after that.

Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

“You- you’re breaking up with me?”

“N- over the- phone.”

“Yeah, I heard you loud and clear earlier today and now.” You scoff, “don’t call me anymore tonight.” You hang up on him and head over towards the girls, who are waiting for you at the bar. “I am done dealing with idiots for the night. Have we ordered yet?”

Carole glances over at Charlotte with a concerned expression, the latter looking back at her with raised brows.

“What happened?” The former asks.

“I thought we could talk when I got home but I guess not.”

“Why?” Charlie chimes in.

K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

You shrug, “don’t really know what happened and don’t want to talk about it besides we’re here to enjoy our girls’ night.”

After waiting for Sarah to finish her big drink order, she makes way for you three. "Ladies, what are we having?"

It shouldn't have taken as long as it did but with her having to work and train a new bartender, it took a while before you got your drinks.

The lieutenant grabs the drinks while your longtime friend pulls you towards a free table.

You roll your eyes and shove your phone further into your pocket.

"Is he still calling?" Carole asks.

You stare at her with pursed lips, taking a sip of your drink. "Of course, he is. What else does this man have to do other than bother me and try to make things right? I'd appreciate it more if I wasn't annoyed."

Just a second It's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with A drink in my hand, eh You shoulda made some plans with me

Charlotte takes her seat beside the blonde, setting the drinks down. “I miss anything while trailing behind you two?"

"He's still calling," she says with a bored tone.

"You haven't blocked him?"

"Why would I?" You look at her over your glass with furrowed brows.

"Because he's an idiot, who tried to pick a fight over something stupid, I'm sure and you deserve to enjoy yourself without him calling."

Carole shrugs, "I mean, she could do that, or she can come with me," she grabs your hand, "to the dance floor."

You stop her, "I don't know."

"Just let go for a little bit," Charlotte adds, helping the other girl try and pull you onto the dance floor.

"But-"

"Nope," they shake their heads and haul you onto the floor.

You knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more

You sneak away from the two, checking your phone. You sigh, debating on answering him or leaving him on read.

“Don’t respond to his text,” Carole tells you, glancing over your shoulder. “We’re busy, like you said we can enjoy the night.”

You turn to her, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I know, honey.”

“Take me away or let me lose my mind forever?”

She chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “That’s my line and I only use with my Goose.”

You playfully groan, “don’t talk about your sex life with me.”

“I never do, you just assume.”

“And you have to stop lightly implying what you and your hubby do.”

“But your facial expressions are my favorite thing, and they make my day.”

“The moon is out.”

She rolls her eyes, “okay, they make my nights too.”

I left my head and heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head and my heart on the dance floor Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Charlotte breaks away from the dance floor, standing in front of you two. “Okay, ladies. Are we going to keep talking or dance so we can forget about our troubles?”

“I like the second option,” the blonde says.

“Great, we’re doing this.” She turns around and spots a familiar face along with a few others. “Jesus,” she mumbles to herself. “You two go to the dance floor while I,” she shakes her cup, rattling the ice in the empty glass. “Get a refill.”

Carole notices the expression on her face and the way her eyes linger at the door. She turns and sees the guys walking into the club. She mentally face palms at the sight of her goofy husband waving his hand around like a mad man. “Come on, it’s time to dance.” She pulls you away before you can see anything or anyone that could ruin your mood.

You were barely able to take a sip of your drink before being hauled off. You don’t know what to do with this whole thing.

Is it considered a fight? You don’t know.

You’ve never known Leonard to act this way before.

He loves the guys; they’ve become his family so the little teasing comments shouldn’t have made him as upset as they did.

When it first happened, you didn’t know what to think; his attitude at the Top Gun barbecue was normal.

You close your eyes and wave your arms in the air (making you feel like the popular/ party girl in the movies), letting your annoyance escape you. It takes a lot for his anger to get the best of him.

Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me

The comments weren’t even that bad, the more you think about it; if anything, they were more endearing for Leonard but- you still don’t understand why he lost his composure today.

You lower your hands onto your head, trying to figure out what could have happened. You know it didn't happen in the morning because he was happy since he was going to be practicing in the air and that always made him happy no matter what.

Breakfast was good, you sent him off with a kiss as usual and he got to use the phone which was shocking since he normally can't because the other guys get to it before him.

The call was good, you could hear Rick asking him about you and trying to steal the phone from him.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Pete stops in front of Charlie first. "How's my favorite girl?"

She raises a brow and purses her lip, "you tell me. Your number one hasn't come by yet so you'll have to wait until then."

He chuckles and places a hand over his chest. "You wound me, honey."

"It's a gift." She takes a step forward. "Do you want to tell me why all of you are when you know we were trying to have a girl’s night?"

A nervous chuckle escapes him as he scratches the back of his head. "You see I was trying to stop," he gulps. "Wolf- Wolfman but he got past us, and we had to follow him."

"Is that all?"

He nods, "pretty sure, yeah. Goose?"

"Huh?" The mustached man lowers his head to try and hear better over the music.

"We followed Wolf because he got past us, right?"

"Oh, yeah. He just-" he lightly claps his hand and extends his arm and whistles, "went right past us and here we are."

"And that has nothing to do with the other guys here?"

They glance over their shoulders.

"Ice is here for his girl. Slider is looking for company, if you know what I mean," Nick explains, raising his brows to emphasize his innuendo.

She sighs, "when don't I?"

He merely smiles at her comment. "Merlin wanted to tag along and- uh- other guys weren't busy."

She looks around for the man of the hour.

Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

"Where is he?"

Now the two are confused.

"He's not here?" Pete asks.

"He was just behind us," Nick adds.

They turn to one another. "Wasn't he behind you?"

"No. I thought he was with you."

"No, see, Mav. You've got it wrong. I came in first, like we discussed then you were supposed to come in with Wolf and make it seem like we met here by accident."

Charlotte tilts her head, crossing her arms. "And you two said it was a coincidence that you all were here."

"Dammit, Mav. You got us caught!" He smacks his arm.

"I got us caught? I'm not the one who just exposed us and our plan."

"Fine, fine." The mustached man rolls his eyes, "we're both to blame."

"I don't think so."

"Are these two idiots giving you a hard time?" Tom asks her.

She smiles and shakes her head, "unfortunately no but maybe you two can answer why you're all here?"

Tom and Ron glance at each other.

"Moral support and to get him a date," the man with frosted tips informs her.

"I told you I could get my own date."

"You've been doing jack with the way you complain about being single."

Those two-start arguing alongside the other duo leaving Charlotte with a growing headache. "Why do I ask?"

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I shoulda left my phone at home

You don't feel the buzzing of your phone, too into your thoughts.

Was today anything special? No, if it was, you'd both have it on your calendars because you know you both aren’t the best with dates.

Could it have been an important Top Gun thing you needed to do and forgot about? No.

Everything that could go wrong or has gone wrong before has been crossed off your mental list.

'Cause this is a disaster Callin' like a collector Sorry, I cannot answer Not that I don't like you I'm just at a party

He taps Carole's shoulder. "Can I talk to her?"

She avoids his gaze. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Wolf."

"I just- I want to talk to her. This place sucks with service so I couldn't tell her over the phone. Please," he pulls out his puppy dog eye expression, knowing whenever he uses it on anyone, they cave.

She sighs. "Am I going to regret this?"

He immediately shakes his head. "No, this is going to be good for us. I'm- I got this."

"If, and only if, you're sure."

"I am."

She smiles and pats his shoulder. "Go, get her stud."

He chuckles, making sure she makes it to her husband (who's distracting the other blonde with ease).

You still can't figure it out for the life of you, but you do know that you want to stomp on your phone and break it. You open your eyes and grab your phone. "What?" You growl. "You've been ringing me off the hook since we left. I told you we'll talk when I get home- why is there music coming from your line?"

"Turn around."

"What?"

And I am sick and tired Of my phone ringin' Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin' no calls

You spin around and find him standing just a few feet from you. You hang up and place it back into your pocket, walking closer towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk."

"You wanted to talk?"

He takes a step towards you. "Can we please talk about this elsewhere?"

"I don't want to talk to you after you kept endlessly blowing up my phone and then-" You stop when he pulls you away from the dance floor. "Hey. I wasn't done."

He stops when you two stops at your table, it's the only spot in the place that isn't jam packed with other people. "I know you weren't, but I want to be able to hear you when you scream at me and scrunch that nose of yours because you can't avoid me."

You cross your arms, rolling your eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I want to talk."

"Did you think maybe I didn't?"

"The service here sucks so how could I tell what you did or didn't want to do?"

"You think my ignoring you was for fun?"

He shrugs, "honestly, I think the both of us haven't been our usual selves today."

"You're one to talk."

"Can we- can we please not do this?"

"Do what?" You uncross your arms. "I'm acting perfectly fine."

"I don't want this to become a fight."

"It's a little too late since this is where we are, just a few steps away from fighting?"

He straightens his posture. "I'm trying to fix what I started. I don't- I don't like it when we fight."

"Neither do I but it's really hard when one of you doesn't think it's worth talking about."

"It's not that."

'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' Tonight I'm not takin' no calls 'Cause I'll be dancin'

You reach forward and grab his hand. "Then what is it because I can't change anything if you don't talk to me."

He doesn't say anything else as his shoulders hunch over.

"This is why I made plans because you're not willing to talk." You remove your hand from his. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll be going back onto the dance floor so one of us can clear their heads."

You start walking away, not sure if you should be listening to him breathing with how much he has been acting like an ass today. You don't want to waste your time with something he clearly doesn't want to talk about even though he acts like it.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards the table. "Okay, okay. I'll- I'll tell you. It's just- it's a lot."

"You don't have to unpack it all now, you can tell me some or however much you want to but know I won't tell anyone because I don't need to share your business with anyone else. You know that which is why you've been pissing me off today."

He chuckles. "It' just," he sighs. "Today- today is an anniversary."

"Ours? Is it really?" You pull out your phone. "I thought we were better than that. We usually coordinate and-"

He grabs your phone, "you're right. It's not, it's one of mine."

You tilt your head. "One of yours?"

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

"What do you think they're talking about?" Nick leans back, asking his friend.

"I don't know. Maybe he's finally admitting why he's been off today," Pete told him.

"I mean, that'd be great, right? We wouldn't have to tiptoe around them and everything that's been going on."

Charlotte rolls her eyes, "would the two of you rather dance with each other than us?"

They push themselves off the other and return their attention to their partners.

"Where'd Ice and Slider go?" Nick asks his wife, looking around the room for their fellow crew mates.

"Maybe Ice got a girl for Slider?" His wife adds.

"You think those chumps managed to get a woman, like an actual woman and not the ones in their heads, to talk to them?" Nick stares at his wife like she's crazy.

"I do and you know they're not that bad."

"They may not be but they're not that nice either."

"It doesn't help that you and Mav pick on them."

"I'm sorry," he pushes her away slightly, keeping his hands on her hips. "Are you my wife or theirs because I'm not feeling very loved right now."

She smiles and steps closer, keeping her hands wrapped around his shoulders. "You know I'm yours, baby."

"Are you now?" He smirks.

She pecks his lips, "show me the way home or lose me forever, you punk."

He chuckles and resumes dancing with her while pulling her off the dance floor.

Sam, Rick, and Marcus sit in a corner enjoying their drinks while watching everyone mingle with their spouse and/ or significant other.

“Has anyone seen Chip since we got here?” Sam asks.

Rick shrugs, “not really, kind of lost him in the crowd as soon as we got in.”

“What's a cage dancer supposed to look like?”

The two turn to Marcus with confusion evident on their faces.

“What?” Sam starts.

“Where'd that come from?” Rick adds.

“I think Chip is up there,” he points to the cage on the second floor.

“Jesus,” Rick mutters. “How do you persuade a cage dancer out of a cage?”

They look at one another.

“I don't think any of us know the answer to that,” the blond adds.

“Should we try to get him down?” Marcus asks out loud.

“Leave him, he'll get out when he's ready,” Tom says, patting Rick's shoulder.

“It's always the quiet ones,” Ron mutters.

They all shake their heads, watching as one of their own has the time of his life.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

"The comments shouldn’t have bothered me, you know. I thought I was past this."

You furrow your brows. "Past what?"

"It's stupid."

You stand beside him, rubbing his upper back in a soothing manner. "It's not stupid if it's something that's bothering you."

He grabs your free hand that was resting on his shoulder, for support. "It's my parents’ anniversary."

"Oh."

He doesn't like talking about his family so this is all new for you and him.

"I don't talk about them because," he sighs. "My pops never treated my ma right and she never left him even though she should have. And there were people who used to say the same thing Mav and Goose were joking about, which wasn't that big of a deal but when I saw what day it was. I kind of-"

"Flipped out?"

He chuckles. "I wouldn't say that."

"Then what would you call it?"

He sighs before turning to face you and pulling you into his grasp. "Okay, maybe I did but it's only because you mean so much to me and I don't want us to end up like them. I don't want to end up like him, you know."

"We won't, you know why?"

I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

He shakes his head.

"Because we're better. Yes, your parents didn't have the best relationship and your mother probably should have gotten out of that situation sooner but she didn't and hopefully got to live a long life where she got to see her kids grow up and get married or meet someone smart enough to keep their boyfriend at a distance."

He smirks, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand, against your knuckles. "Hey, now."

"I'm just saying."

"You can say all you want, and it won't change a thing, you know why?"

"Why?" He leans in, as if he's whispering a secret. "One way or another I'm getting a ring on that finger."

You avoid his gaze when he pulls back.

"You're looking a little flushed," he teases. "Do we need to step outside and get some air?"

You playfully shove him away, "no. I want to go back on the dance floor so I can get away from you."

He smiles, pulling you back into him. “You can't escape me, sweetheart."

You step towards him, standing toe to toe, "doesn't mean I can't try."

"You can try but it won't do you any good."

"I'm still going to try." You stomp your foot, knowing full well he's going to be right on your tail (exactly where you want him).

Can call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Tom glances over his shoulder when Sarah gestures to the dance floor where you and Leonard are, along with the (two) idiots and their girls.

Ron passes him, giving his buddy an ecstatic smile as he drags some poor girl with him.

"Jesus, where do you find them?" He mutters to himself.

She smiles and leans forward, "I told you things were going to get interesting when we left for the barbecue today."

"Yeah, yeah." He turns back to her. "What's a navy man got to do to get a free drink around here?" He playfully flirts with his girlfriend.

She rolls her eyes, "still gotta pay, pilot."

He groans, "are you sure? I think I can be pretty persuasive if I need to."

"Not today."

He sighs, pulling out his wallet, "if I must."

She smiles at him, letting the other bartender working with her take care of the other customers until she's done talking to him.

There's no better customer than her boyfriend.

Call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stand beside the girls and start dancing less out of control than you did when you first got to the dance floor.

The girls’ glance at one another and smile, happy to see the two of you talk and make up (like adults and stopped avoiding the other [more you than him]).

Pete turns to him with a raised brow while Nick stares at him with a hopeful expression and both brows raised, doing a thumb up thumbs down gesture.

Leonard smiles and shakes his head before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"I'm glad you two finally figured your shit out."

You give the mustached man a sarcastic smile, "as sweet as ever, aren't you, Nick? How did Carole ever get so lucky?"

He smiles back, kissing the top of his wife's head. "I don't know, she's just- she chose the best of the best, I guess."

"I'm pretty sure that's what you say about your partner and Ice but, okay."

He scoffs, "why are you ruining a good moment?"

"How am I ruining it?"

"With your-" He waves his hand in front of your face.

You stick your tongue out at him and lean further into Leonard's arms.

He bends down, "do you want to go back and sit down?"

You shake your head and smile at him, "nope. I'm perfectly fine where I am."

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You three went to the bathroom to fix yourselves (adding a little extra lipstick… to leave marks) and went to the restroom before leaving. "It wasn't stupid."

They both glance at you in the mirror and ask, "what?"

"It wasn't stupid like you thought," you tell Charlotte. "It was something serious for him and I think tonight was good for us." You can’t fight the smile that sneaks its way onto your lips. “I think it made us closer than before.”

Carole smiles, “good, maybe it’s a good thing the guys snuck him in then.”

After that night you guys were better than before because you got to learn something else about him and learned more about how he got to become the man you see today, and that's something you wouldn't ever trade for.

Maybe other than-

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stare at the ring on your finger.

"He's lucky, you know."

You turn to your longtime friend. "Who?"

She purses her lips and rolls her eyes. "You know who, you weirdo."

You suck in air through your teeth to exaggerate. "I don't know, Care. This little guy here seems lucky," you rub your protruding six-month pregnant belly. You lean as forward as you can, mumbling under your breath. "Lucky to stomp on my bladder and make his poor mother need to pee every five minutes."

"It's been at least ten minutes, a new record," she jokes, her laughter dying down when you don't join in. "At least he'll be home in a few."

"Not soon enough, I need his soothing hands."

"Oh, gross," she shrieks.

"Oh, don't be like that, you know what I mean and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. I swear he gives the best foot rubs, I've never had better and you're one to talk, missy. You always kindly refer to your sexual escapades with your hubby."

"I do not!"

The door opens and you two don't stop.

"Do too."

"Do not! I'm hurt, very hurt that you would even imply such a thing."

"I feel like I shouldn't have come in."

You turn to your fiancé and smile at him. "Don't feel like that. Now, come here. I swear I haven't seen you today."

He bends down and pecks your lips. "You just want me to give you a foot massage.”

You scoff, "how dare you." You sniffle, cover your eyes.

"Sweetheart, honey, I didn't mean to make you cry-"

"You didn't! This spawn of yours did."

"I'm gonna go," she whispers to him.

He nods and waves at her till she gets to the door. "How about I give my special girl a nice, long foot rub and we watch some of our favorites?" He rests his head on the arm of the couch. "Do you like that idea?"

You wipe your under eye and nod, glancing down at him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to find a guy like him.

"I'm the lucky one." He pecks your temple and starts grabbing stuff for your relaxing night.

"How did you know?"

"I'm psychic."

You narrow your eyes to him.

"I'd be a bad fiancé if I didn't know what you wanted."

Before you fall asleep, you swear you hear him whispering to the baby.

"-nd I told her I'd get a ring on her finger one way or another. You had nothing to do with it but that was some pretty funny timing, little howler."

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itsalwaysforyou · 10 months

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jay: wtf is wrong with mal

evie: uma beat her in fencing lol

mal: she didn’t beat me!!!!!!! i challenged her to best of five

carlos: and she won all 5?

mal: no i won 2

jay: ok so then she beat you

mal: i won 2!!!!

carlos: but uma won 3????? so you lost

mal: yeah but i still won 2

jay: shoulda done best of 6

jay: at least you could’ve drawn then you sore loser

mal: ok but i still won 2?

carlos: i’m changing the conversation before i bludgeon mal’s head in

carlos: e did you duel anyone

evie: i beat some auradon loser

evie: me & lonnie were gonna go next session

jay: ooooo lmk how it goes

jay: lonnie’s good!!

evie: i know jay i was there on the isle fight

jay: i should fight harry again

mal: you’re always fighting harry

jay: duel him then

carlos: you’re always duelling harry

jay: no with a sword

evie: what kind of sword

jay: ohhh SHUT UP

jay: i’m going to challenge harry to a duel with a fencing sword. there are you happy now

carlos: no

carlos: be more gay

jay: bitch maybe i will

evie: gods i hate you both

jay: you don’t want me kissing boys?

mal: jay you’re expecting boys will want to kiss YOU

jay: why mal are you jealous are you wanting me to kiss you

mal: i want me to kill you, sure

jay: how nice of you

mal: yeah i’m such a nice person now :) can u believe it

carlos: what is happening

evie: something i don’t want to bear witness to

evie: .

evie: hey mal lost three duels to uma today

carlos: yo no way?????

mal: hang on

jay: HAHAHHAHAHA

mal: i WON 2!!!!!!!

jay: wow i should duel harry again

carlos: oh really jay. with what

evie: NVM WE ARE NOT GOING HERE AGAIN

carlos: ok but fr can we duel the pirates again soon :(

jay: what kind of duel los

evie: LORD

mal: me & uma have business to settle

evie: you mean losing a best of 5 3-2?

mal: i didnt LOSE i won 2!!!!!!!!

carlos: mal just bc we’re good ppl now doesn’t mean i cant kill you. bc i will

mal: bet

mal: best of 5?

jay: LMAO

evie: i’m actually very curious to know who would win that

mal: me obviously

carlos: i literally came second place in swords and shields. but go off ig

mal: you would’ve come third if i had competed

jay: bc you would come 2nd?

mal: no?? i would obviously beat you???

evie: HAHHAHAHAHAHA

evie: mal. you know i would support you in anything. but you are not being jay in a s&s tournament

mal: i totally could

jay: ………..

jay: hmmm mal who did you lose to earlier today

jay: three times

carlos: RIGHT

carlos: not to CHANGE THE SUBJECT or anything but i’m actually craving slop shop coffee rn

evie: that’s the devil talking

jay: isn’t that a good thing?

mal: no it’s a bad thing

carlos: it’s a good thing for people like us

jay: evie can you confirm what your stance on slop shop coffee is

evie: it’s wicked

jay: wicked in a good way or wicked in a bad way

jay: do you guys understand me.

carlos: wicked as in reprehensible or wicked as in exceptional

jay: i feel like i’m going insane

mal: what are you all FUCKING talking about

carlos: the complexities and intricacies of changing sociolects

mal: don’t fucking swear at me

jay: when did this conversation turn into psychological warfare

carlos: isn’t that most convos on the isle

jay: is it evie you’re gonna bludgeon next c?

carlos: yes. and then it’ll be you. and then myself

jay: WHAT DID I DO

mal: lmaoo

carlos: evie is being unnervingly quiet

jay: YOU DIDNT ANSWER MY QUESTION

mal: she’s probably preparing to fight carlos when he goes to bludgeon her head in

jay: i don’t even know whose side i’m on here

mal: you’re not on mine

jay: ??????

jay: whose side ARE you on??????

mal: did i lose to uma today

jay: YES

mal: not yours

jay: i genuinely feel like my head is collapsing in

carlos: good

carlos: make it go quicker

jay: ok fine i’m on evie’s side

evie: good choice jay. i have no bad side ;)

mal: all your sides are bad

carlos: how many sides does a person have

mal: what

carlos: you know. like vertices. how many do we have

jay: are we technically spherical??

evie: jay i don’t want you on my side anymore

jay: which number side eves

evie: carlos. proposition

carlos: being?

evie: we team up against jay

jay: HUH????????

mal: LMAOOOOOO

evie: and mal

mal: HEY

jay: HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

carlos: deal

jay: so like. what now. are we going to spar in the gym or something

evie: no i’m going to kill you in real life

jay: hello??????

carlos: no resurrection in auradon!

mal: bloody hell

jay: see i fault whatever the fuck this is to carlos bringing up he wants slop shop coffee

jay: no normal person says that

mal: how many times did you steal my slop shop coffee jay

jay: gee mal i’m so incredibly grateful that you allowed me to drink your mud in a cup whilst my father was actively trying to starve me

carlos: WHAKJSJDLSKSHDKSKD

mal: OH ITS LIKE THAT NOW??????

evie: LORD

jay: anyway

jay: i say we gang up on carlos

evie: i agree

carlos: betrayal????)? MUTINY????????? TREASON AND CONSPIRACY???????????

mal: gods above evie that was brutal

mal: listen. jay lies for fun,

jay: SKAJDKSLAJDNDLSKSJDKLSKD

mal: don’t pity the man.

evie: oh i don’t pity him in the slightest i just think it’s funny to gang up on carlos

jay: youre after my own heart eves

carlos: no what the fuck is happening actually

mal: no e you’re right it’s my favourite past time too

carlos: Hi. Are We Twelve Again

jay: i mean you haven’t grown since we were

mal: you still fight like it

evie: you still look it

carlos: Im Going To Kill You All

mal: didnt you already try that

evie: multiple times

jay: it didn’t work

carlos: do i need to remind you all. there is no immortality in auradon

jay: awwwww carlos is trying to be scary

jay: WJEHAKJHJJEHER NVM JES GROWLING AT ME RN GAJEHRBKEJRHR

mal: you guys are in the same room?????

jay: yeah? are you not?

mal: obviously we are

jay: you’re saying this could’ve been an irl convo?

jay: we couldve saved so much time

evie: what’s wrong with our texts, jay :)

jay: nothing at all, evie :)

carlos: u guys meet us here?

mal: wbat no you’re coming to us

carlos: ????? why?????

mal: bc im comfy???? and don’t want to walk??

carlos: ok but IM comfy

jay: carlos is currently dangling his head off the side of the bed.

carlos: as i said,

evie: what about neutral ground

evie: library?

mal: are you insane why would we hang out at the LIBRARY

jay: NERD

evie: i am not starting a fight again

jay: that’s a very unusual thing for you to say

evie: i am losing brain cells

carlos: that is worrying

mal: yeah you don’t have too many of them

evie: more than you!

carlos: yeah mal how many fights with uma did you lose today

mal: i *WON*

mal: TWO

jay: i will throw my fucking phone off the balcony, and then all of you

carlos: not yourself?

jay: do you want to be the first to die

evie: so are we just. not meeting

mal: im not moving

carlos: me neither

jay: kids these days

jay: always on their damn phones

evie: not like us

evie: getting beaten up

jay: stabbing people

mal: avoiding our insane parents

carlos: trying to escape from the hell prison island

mal: lol

evie: we are so well adjusted <3

jay: absolutely nothing wrong with us

mal: im serious abt not moving btw

carlos: ya me too

mal: fine

carlos: fine

evie: fine

jay: fine

mal: fine

carlos: fine

jay: NO

jay: WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN

mal: you hate fun

jay: i hate YOU

evie: we have to stop having the same conversation like 5 times over.

evie: let’s talk about something else

#wrote this one months ago but i am in a descendantsy mood rn #you think i would know how to spell descendants by now. i never know if it's ANTS or ENTS #but woe. rotten four shenanigans be upon ye #i did actually come up with silly usernames last year but i couldnt be bothered to keep writing them all out #evie was 4hearts4furious which is probably the funniest thibg ever #and jay was auradons 8th best tourney player #bc of the 8 on his tourney bib :)#anyway #descendants #core four

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the-lions-mouth · 1 year

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okay i don’t think we’ve talked about the fact that when mike comes into the trailer and sees nick doing his boots and tells him “you shoulda done that a long time ago, that way it woulda set” and nick says “i know” and mike says “then why didn’t you” and nick says “cuz i forgot”:

mike is imo repressing the urge to call nick a dumbass, which 1) good i guess that mike has a filter lmao - here we see him curb his instinct to be cruel for nick. he definitely would’ve called stan a dumbass for the same thing. he’s still thinking it but he keeps his mouth shut lmao. and 2) there’s no way he always does that. sometimes he’s gonna say it; no matter how careful he is with nick, he’s just gonna forget occasionally. he’s comfortable around nick and he’s literally just gonna forget not to be a dick (because he won’t remember quick enough that things that don’t hurt him might hurt nick). he won’t be trying to be cruel, he’ll just tell nick he’s an idiot for not doing his boots earlier because he thinks it’s true.

also i get the impression that nick is used to it because when mike ways “you shoulda done that a long time ago” he just says “i know”, no excuses - he’s just like “lmao yeah” which is good in terms of his relationship with mike because it’s opposite of what someone like stan would do. i’m not articulating this right. he’s basically like “yeah i f’ed up. and??????? ask me if i give a mother fuck.” when mike starts to be a dick, nick doesn’t back down, which is definitely the correct answer or mike will get worse and worse and he won’t respect nick. nick is repeatedly over and over again fully capable of pushing back HARD against mike when he disagrees with him about anything and mike is not an easy person to stand up to. if nick couldn’t stand up to mike every time, mike couldn’t respect him and then he couldn’t love him.

but also, this exchange indicates to me that nick has thicker skin (at least when he’s not actively suicidal) than he appears to: again, if he lives with mike he honestly needs to. mike and nick need to be able to snap at each other occasionally over nothing and not apologize (not to the extent that charlie and johnny boy do lol). because mike won’t curb it every time and he won’t respect nick if nick doesn’t push back just as hard when he doesn’t, i think.

anyway thoughts?

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gilded--hearts · 7 months

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i did this on stream earlier lol probs shoulda done some tweaks before i actually updated the comic but i dont caaaarreee done is good enough for me now rofl

anyway https://mspfa.com/?s=42686&p=1 new pages start at 799 :V

#ESP with jacmaw. hate this binch #BOOO racism isnt' cute jacmaw #mspfa divison #mspfanventures #homestuck fanventure

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krissielee · 6 months

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Nine people I'd like to get to know better

@artknifeandglue tagged me on this thing, and I shoulda done it earlier but I've had a rough few weeks on a personal level, so ... doing it now.

Last song: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

Favorite color: Most shades of green. I don't have a favorite favorite, but the deeper ones are definitely more my speed.

Last tv show: The Simpsons. I absolutely had to do the same marathon for my dad that I did when my mom died. I went between that and RWRB this time, though. I needed happy mindless joy.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet, for sure. I'm allergic to capsaicin anyway, and I do like savory, but I usually reach for the sweet things.

Relationship status: Single and ace, but in an unhealthy parasocial relationship with Taylor Zakhar Perez.

Last google: "clock cremation urn" to show to my coworker who offered to buy one for me as a Christmas gift. For a less sad answer, the search before that was "cheese advent"

Current obsession: Red, White & Royal Blue. I'm predictable as hell, lol.

Tagging ... hmm. @machtaholic @frost-pink @the-coolest-bowtie @the-njnb @adramofpoison @njwoman @revivedicarus @paxdracona and @trekkiepirate ... if y'all wanna. No pressure.

And sorry to be a downer with my answers but that's where we are right now.

#meme thingy #about me #sorry i'm a downer #but i'm allowed to be right now

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roboromantic · 1 year

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Episode 12

I don’t think there actually is a Zamboni Transformer 🤔 there should be though

Jksfgdhjkshfdjk they’re so cute this show is so good

Like. This might be my new favorite Transformers show. Not exactly on the same level as Rescue Bots and it’s certainly never gonna replace it, but. Idk how to describe it. They’re co-favorites probably let’s just go with that

Jawbreaker’s head is so tiny compared to his hands

Oh boy

I noticed this last episode too but why are Hashtag’s hands so…beat up I guess? Idk I haven’t slept much and can’t think of words. The rest of her paint job is chipped too and it looks kinda weird compared to her face

Hsdjfkhsdjk;hfgksdjhfjk;dhfjk

Side note can I just say how glad I am that they’re not doing any of the “frame” nonsense.

OUGH BABY………………………. :cocoplead:

Yeah yeah wimin tough AND pretty. just pretend I put the Knuckles pic here again

Oh honey. Oof.

👀

Are we gonna find out what he was before. Like I know it was almost certainly a Cybertronian tank but I Want To Believe in gun altmode

So no comment about them not being able to cry, I see. Interesting.

And he’s panting so he’s breathing, right. maybe the gas from last episode WOULD have had some kinda effect

Oh hun.

It’s interesting Elita’s talking about all this when she was also joking about scanning a streetsweeper earlier lmao

It’s also kinda interesting that they keep framing it as this highly emotional thing that they have to think deeply about when the Terran kids have mostly done it by accident, lol

Oh hey more Tagalog! Google translate says “bagyo” means tycoon/hurricane/tornado/etc. which is I guess what the pattern on the box is supposed to be, and “ang sarap” is delicious

Side note but I would guess maybe the Terrans know English because Robby and Mo know it, but I wonder to what extent they understand Tagalog

Side side note but Alex says he grew up in Bohol, which apparently has its own dialect of Cebuano or is considered a separate language depending on who you ask? My point is I don’t know if people from there are usually fluent in both Boholano and Tagalog but I’m kinda curious as to why the showrunners would make him from there and then only ever mention Tagalog, especially since according to Wikipedia Cebuano actually had more native speakers than Tagalog until the 80s, which actually idk when exactly Alex is supposed to have been born but I’d think probably the 60s? That’s a whole other paragraph but I’ve already gotten wayyyyy too sidetracked. Anyway maybe it’s cuz his VA (Jon Jon Briones) is NOT from Bohol? Idk if he knows any kind of Cebuano wait I’m looking him up on Wikipedia and apparently he has a guest appearance on St Trek: Picard and his daughter is a main character??? He’s also mostly known for musical theater so basically he’s super cool hmm can you tell I don’t have adhd meds at the moment. back to the show

Wait I lied one more thing. Back in episode 6 Alex mentioned his lolo and Bee was like “what?” and he told Bee that he’s from Bohol and Bee’s like “oh cool! I used to race at this abandoned airport in Tagbilaran” so did Bee just like. Not learn Tagalog or did he just not know that Alex speaks it. I feel like if he was hanging around long enough to regularly race there he shoulda picked up the language but then again Tagbilaran is the capital of Bohol so maybe he’d’ve learned Boholano but also afaik lolo is the same for both languages so –

“everybody else” Nightshade is RIGHT THERE

So y’all just aren’t gonna show us the final movie, rude.

#Earthspark spoilers #Chal watches Transformers

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uniformbravo · 2 years

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clown college simulator (carry on liveblog 4)

im the clown welcome to my humble abode

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[Simon] He has long hair for a bloke. When he plays football, it falls in his eyes and on his cheeks. But he slicks it straight back after a shower, so he always looks like a gangster first thing in the morning--or a black-and-white movie vampire, with that widow's peak of his.

wakes up and IMMEDIATELY starts going into detail about baz's physical appearance

I've wondered whether Baz gets away with being a vampire by looking so much like one. Like, it would be too much to call him out for it--a little too on the nose.

the perfect disguise

(Baz has a long thin nose. The kind that starts too high on someone's head and practically gets in the way of their eyebrows. Sometimes when I'm looking at him, I want to reach out and yank it down half an inch. Not that it would work.)

AGAIN i swear to god. hes LITERALLY out here like "flicked a booger out the window today. just like baz's boogers. they're usually yellow, but sometimes green

(His nose is also a little bent towards the bottom--I did that.)

And, no matter what, we're still enemies, right? He still wants to kill me?

simon how much of ur rivalry with baz is predicated on whether he actively wants to murder u

like give me a percentage

"Starting now," he says, pointing at the floor. "We're starting this now. It's our first priority." He heads for the door.

I want to argue. "What--?"

Baz stops, huffs, then turns back to me.

"What about everything else?" I ask.

"What everything else?" he says. "Lessons? We can still go to our lessons."

🫵 NERD

"No," I growl. "You know what everything else." I think of the last seven years of my life. Of every empty threat he's made--and every full one. "You want me to work on this with you, but...you also want to push me down the stairs."

LOL who says he can't have both. best of both worlds. perfect day

"Fine. I promise not to push you down the stairs until we solve this."

BAZ

[...] "Truce," he says.

"Truce?"

"I'm fairly certain you know what 'truce' means, Snow. No aggression until we're through this."

"No aggression?"

He rolls his eyes. "No acts of aggression."

"Swear it," I say. "With magic."

[...]

"Truce," Baz says, looking in my eyes.

"Truce," I say, sounding much less certain.

"Until we know the truth," he adds.

I nod.

Then he taps our joined hands. "An Englishman's word is his bond!"

I feel Baz's magic sink into my hand. Someone else's magic never feels like your own--like someone else's spit never tastes like your own.

GHFOGJFKG Y- UHUH??????? THATS THE ANALOGY WE'RE GOING WITH

[...] Baz's magic burns. Like heat rub. It hangs in the muscles of my hand.

baz's magic burns are we surprised. who amogus,

We've just taken an oath. I've never taken an oath before. Baz could still break it--he could still turn on me--but his hand would cramp up, and he'd lose his voice for a few weeks. Maybe that's part of his plan.

i cant make gif rn (i found that one earlier) but imagine that i took that gif and reversed it and crossed out "no" for funny joke. i promise

We're both staring at our joined hands. I can still feel his magic.

"We can talk about this after our lessons," Baz says. "Back here."

His grip loosens, and I yank my hand back. "Fine."

first base hold a hand Completed

Agatha still isn't sitting with us. I don't even see her this morning--I wonder if she's off somewhere with Baz. I should have added that to the truce: And also you have to leave my girlfriend alone.

LMFAO u shoulda done it but for her sake not urs

I leave early for my Greek lesson because I feel like I've let Penny down--I can't take her side against the Mage. For what it's worth, I could never take his side against her, either.

🤔

(conflicting feelings babey)

It's not like the time he tried to feed me to the chimera. That time, he asked me to meet him in the Wavering Wood. [...]

It was fucking beautiful when the chimera noticed Baz first, hiding in the trees, and went after him instead of me. I should have let the monster have a go at him. It would have served Baz right....

But U Didn't

Then there was the time when we were sixth years, and he left me a note in Agatha's handwriting, telling me to wait for her under the yew tree after dark. It was freezing, and of course she didn't show up, and I was stuck outside all night until the drawbridge was lowered the next morning. [...] I kept expecting something worse to show up. Why would Baz torture me with snow devils? [...] They're not even dark. But nothing else came, which meant Baz's evil plan fell apart--or that his evil plan was to freeze me only half to death on the night before a big exam.

U GOT PRANKED BRO LMFAO baz swore off of ever hurting u again so he started pulling fuckin schoolboy pranks AND U DIDNT EVEN REALIZE IT....... can't wait for the story about baz's evil Kick Me sign he taped to simon's back in seventh year

Then, last year, he told me Miss Possibelf wanted to see me, and when I got to her office, he'd trapped a polecat in there. [...]

I retaliated by putting the polecat in his wardrobe, which wasn't much of a retaliation because we share a room.

i've been thinking this for a while but..... simon takes all the fucking Ls in this relationship doesn't he

i imagine their scoreboard looks something like this:

I'm at our door now. Still trying to decide whether this is a trap. I decide it doesn't matter--because even if I knew for sure that it was a trap, I'd still go in.

if baz put an apple under a cardboard box propped up with a stick simon would break the sound barrier to get inside the second he knew it was there

When I open the door, Baz is wheeling an old-fashioned chalkboard in front of our beds.

on it, two columns, each titled "baz" and "simon" respectively,

"Is this how you normally plot my downfall?"

HE LITERALLY JUST FUCKING ASKS HUOOUH HFAUAHGOSDJFKDG

"Yes. With multicoloured pieces of chalk. Stop complaining."

ok well now i fucking have to

He opens up his book bag and takes out a few apples and things wrapped in greaseproof paper. "Eat," he says, throwing one at me.

It's a bacon roll. He's also got a pot of tea.

"What's all this?" I say.

"Tea, obviously. I know you can't function unless you're stuffing yourself."

HE MADE HIM TEA

screams actually tbh he's not even fucking around he straight up KNOWS THIS SHIT ABOUT SIMON he was READY with the supplies god god this is so good hELP

I unwrap the roll and decide to take a bite. "Thanks."

HE EATS IT LMFAO 5 seconds ago he was like "what if this is a trap...." then immediately eats the food baz gives him without a second thought LIKE

"Don't thank me," he says. "It sounds wrong."

"Not as wrong as you bringing me bacon butties."

"Fine, you're welcome--when's Bunce getting here?"

their banter is so cute GOD.......... u know i love when theyre literally trying to strangle each other but this shit has me taking deep breaths rn i LOVE.............

"Let's start with what we know," I say. That's where Penelope always starts.

"Right." Baz actually seems nervous. He's tapping the chalk against his trouser leg, leaving white smudges.

NERVOUS ABOUT HAVING SEMI-AMICABLE INTERACTIONS WITH SIMON,,,,,, WORKING TOGETHER ON SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THEIR LIVES,,,,,,,,,,,, NO PENNY TO ACT AS A BUFFER BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM it's just them up in their room alone Speaking Normally and he's NERVOUS

also it's a v simple thing but testament to how far gone i am for these two im losing it on the inside over simon taking note of baz's nerves Like................. "he seems nervous" i mean that's such a standard line in Any kind of fiction it's not Incredible to notice that someone's acting nervous but like. thinking of it in terms of their closeness.

like maybe his nerves aren't that obvious to the average person but because simon knows him so well and is familiar with all his usual mannerisms and tics something as small as tapping chalk against his leg is enough for simon to notice and go hm. He Seems Nervous

it makes me go insane U_______U

[...] he tucks a piece behind his ear, then writes a date on the chalkboard:

12 August 2002.

I start to ask what happened that day, then I realize.

"You were only 5," I say. "Do you remember anything?"

He looks at me, then back at the board. "Some."

hrhgghnrgnghrnghgh........... he know hte age..,..,,, does he know,,, baz bday....... obviously he does,, sO SPILL IT

honestly from now on it's just safe to assume that anything that even HINTS at how much they know about each other makes me black out for a second alright yes good

also the fact that baz knows the exact date......................... uuuuuuuuuuuuu

[Baz] I remember that there were trains, and I liked the green one.

baz percy or henry fan confirmed

I can't tell you how many vampires came to the nursery that day. It seemed like dozens, but that can't be right, because I was the only child who was bitten.

👀 relevant for theories i'll talk abt later

[Simon] I don't know how he can do this--talk about vampires without acknowledging that he is one. Pretending that I don't already know. That he doesn't know I already know.

It's Spite

Baz shrugs. "I don't think vampires normally attack magicians. My father says they're like bears."

They.

me at every moment reading this: They

(also once again: 👀)

"What else does your father tell you about vampires?"

Baz's voice is ice: "The subject rarely comes up."

well i mean technically he isn't lying

"Well, I'm just saying"--I square my shoulders and speak deliberately--"it would help in this specific situation if we knew how vampires worked."

His lip curls. "Pretty sure they drink blood and turn into bats, Snow."

[...]

I shove the last bite of roll into my mouth. "Can vampires really turn into bats?"

"Why don't you ask one. Moving on:

LMAOOOOOO SHOOTING HIS SHOT W THE BAT QUESTION (im pretty sure there was a point earlier in the book where he was wondering abt it)

also baz's response is cracking me up gjkdfjdlgs

"Mistress Mary, the nursery manager, said that one of the beasts attacked Grimm-Pitch from behind, clamping its fangs onto her neck after she neatly decapitated another who was threatening her very own son. 'She was like Fury herself,' Mary said. 'Like something out of a film. The monster bit her, and she choked out a Tyger, tyger, burning bright--then they both went up in flames....'"

Baz stops reading. He looks rattled. "I didn't know that," he says, more to the book than to me. "I didn't know she'd been bitten."

Inch Resting 👀

He closes his eyes, and his head hangs forward over the book. I feel like I should do something to comfort him, but there's no way to be comforted by your worst enemy.

Except....Hell, I'm not his worst enemy, am I? Hell and horrors.

lol 😏

I'm still standing next to him, and I bump my hand against his shoulder--sort of a comforting bump--and reach for the book.

A Comforting Bump.................. also PLEASE this is what i was talking about THE AWKWARD COMFORTING....... it begins........ pleasg

Baz is staring past me into nothing. His hair is in his eyes, his arms are folded, and he's holding his elbows. I try the comforting thing again--actually resting my hand on his shoulder this time. "It's okay," I say.

He laughs. A dry bark. "That might be the one thing it isn't. Okay."

"No. I mean, it's okay that you're not okay. Whatever you're feeling is okay."

He stands up, shaking off my hand. "Is that what your friends tell you every time you blow up another chunk of school grounds? Because they're lying to you. It isn't okay. And it won't be.

this bitch can't STAND being comforted by simon gjfjgdkfdg Last Fucking Straw

I drop the book on my desk and make for the door. I should have known this wouldn't work. He's such an unforgivable twat, even when he's being completely pathetic.

HE JUST FOUND OUT HIS MOM KILLED HERSELF RATHER THAN TURN INTO A VAMPIRE LET HIM FREAK OUT A LITTLE

"I was helping Baz with something," I say, "but now I'm done. For good."

after he brought you tea and snacks smh

I hold my arm in front of my face and feel Penny grab the back of my shirt. She reaches her ring hand over my shoulder. "U can't touch this!"

"What's that?" I shout at her.

"Barrier spell. It won't work unless the dragon knows the song."

"How would the dragon know that song?"

"I'm doing my best, Simon!"

FKDJKGJSDLFJDGJDKFJKSJD KYEAH?????????

only absolute TOP TIER spells here

The dragon's trying to swing me loose--and I'm trying to get my sword out of its hide, so that I can stab it again--when I hear Baz calling my name. I look up and see him running along the ramparts.

He must have cast some spell on his voice to make it carry. [...] "Simon," he's shouting, "don't hurt it!"

Don't hurt it? Sod that. I go back to yanking on my blade.

"Simon!" Baz cries out again. "Wait! They're not dark creatures!"

TWICE

HE SAID IT TWICE

YELLING SIMONS NAME IN A CRITICAL/DIRE MOMENT: CHECK ✔️✔️✔️

Its wings are beating less furiously. It almost lolls in the air, dipping in Baz's direction and snuffling little puffs of fire.

Baz runs towards us, then stands with his legs apart, his wand in the air.

"Baz!" I yell. "No! You're flammable!"

"So is everything!" he shouts back at me.

"Baz!"

HOUGUGHGGUAGHOAUOUGHGHGUGHGJFHGOGUGH HE. THE. HE FUCKIGN. AAAAAAAAAAAA

PROPHECY FULFILLED

god. simon 5 fucking minutes ago: FUC this guy im never helping him again

simon now: AAAAAAA GET OUT OF HERE UR GONNA FUCKING DIE AAAAAAAAAA

Baz lifts his voice louder. There's sweat on his forehead and along his hairline, and his hand is trembling.

I want to help, but chances are, I'd just spoil his spell. I think about taking a whack at the dragon while it's distracted, but Baz told me to stop. I move slowly until I'm standing behind him.

[...]

Baz's whole arm is shaking now.

I put my hand on his shoulder to steady him. And then I do something I've never done before--something I probably wouldn't try with anyone I was scared of hurting.

I push.

I take some of the magic that's always trying to get out of me, and I just push it into Baz.

AYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 👀 👀 👀 👀

His arm straightens like a rod, and his voice hitches louder--"away home!"--midsentence.

[...]

I push a little more magic. I worry that it's too much, but Baz doesn't fall or crumple. His shoulder is rock hard and steady under my palm.

[...]

I stop pushing and close my eyes, letting Baz draw on my magic as he needs it. I don't want to overdo it and set him off like a grenade in my hand.

FELLAS,

[...] Then Baz steps away from my hand and faces me.

He's looking at me like I'm a complete freak. (Which we both already knew was true.)

LOL LMAO I MEAN

(is baz really one to talk)

"Anyway, I wasn't helping you." He brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "I was helping the dragon. You would have killed her."

something about this is SO ENDEARING i love that he cares about this love that he stands up for dragons love that he's like a little embarrassed about it aaaaa screams

Penelope runs into me like a freight train. She grabs my hand and puts it on her shoulder. "Show me," she says. "Turn on the juice."

LOL PENNY fucking freaklet LITERALLY a mad scientist. sticks forks in the kitchen outlet just to see what happens & then does it like 5 more times until she passes out, wakes up in the hospital like "o shit they got outlets here too 👀" love that for her

I pull my hand back. "What?"

She grabs it again. "I saw what just happened." She puts my hand on her shoulder. "When did you learn to do that?"

"Stop," I say, [...] "I was just giving him moral support."

LMFAO MORAL SUPPORT LMAO LMAOOOOOO

"u got this baz u can do it ur ass is fat and ur meat is huge-"

Penelope puts my hand on her shoulder again. I pull it away.

When I turn back to the castle, I see Agatha, the only one still watching us from the ramparts.

agatha said 👁👁

"You told him?" She swings her hand at Baz. "But you didn't tell me?"

"It was his mum," I say.

[...]

"We're telling you now," Baz says.

"'We'?" she says. "Since when are you two a 'we'?"

"We're not a 'we'!" I half shout.

Baz throws his hands up in the air and falls back on his bed. "You people are impossible."

LOL BAZ TRIED W THE 'WE' AND SIMON SAID FUCK NO

She puts my hand on her shoulder. "Simon, imagine what we could do with your power and my spells. We could finish the Humdrum off by dinner--and then take on hunger and world peace."

"Imagine what the Mage will do when he realizes he has a nuclear power generator in his backyard," Baz croons from his bed.

I swallow and look at the wall. Penny's hand drops. I have to admit that I'm not eager to tell the Mage--or anybody--what I did today.

oh no???????? ur not???????? interesting

I can see she's made up her mind; she won't leave me alone until I do this. I try to remember how it felt out on the Lawn. Like I was opening, unwinding--just a little. Just barely letting go...

I give the very smallest push.

"Great snakes!" Penny says, snatching her hand away from me and jumping off the bed. "Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon." She's shaking her hand, and there are tears in her eyes. "Stevie Nicks and Gracie Slick! Fuck!"

I'm on my feet. "Sorry! Penny, I'm sorry, let me see!"

Baz drops back onto his bed, cackling.

LOOOOOLLLLL BAZ

and also heehoo hehehe hehe hee hee hahooo ho only works w baz :)

"It was more like a shock," Penelope says, then looks up at Baz. "What about for you?"

He gets out his wand. "I don't know. I was focusing on the dragon."

"Did it hurt?" she asks him.

"Maybe you didn't see what you think you saw," Baz says. "Maybe Snow really was just giving me moral support."

And That Worked

"Right. And maybe you're the most gifted mage in five generations."

"Maybe I am," he says, tapping his ivory wand against her arm. "Get well soon!"

he healed her 🥺

"How did that feel?" I ask her.

"Better," she says reluctantly, pulling her arm away from us. She frowns at Baz--"Hot."

He grins, hitching up that eyebrow again.

"I meant temperature-wise," she says. "Your magic feels like a grease-burn, Basil."

Baz waves his hand in a shrug and turns to the chalkboard. "Runs in the family."

god i just fucking. i love this shit. i love them, as a group, just their stupid banter this is so fucking good please PLEASE........ baz & penny especially have such a fun dynamic i wanna see more of them....... let them be friends........... god please fucking god aaaaaaaa

[...] "So...," she says, following him to the chalkboard. "You got a Visiting. An actual Visiting--Natasha Grimm-Pitch was here."

Baz glances back over his shoulder. "You sound impressed, Bunce."

"I am," Penelope says. "Your mother was a hero. She developed a spell for gnomeatic fever. And she was the youngest headmaster in Watford history."

Baz is looking at Penny like they've never met.

LIKE????????? AM I WRONG

[...] "It was brilliant," Penny says. "I've read the minutes."

"Where?" Baz asks her.

"We have them in our library at home," she says. "My dad loves marriage rites. Any sort of family magic, actually. He and my mother are bound together in five dimensions."

"That's lovely," Baz says, and I'm terrified because I think he means it.

fucking. amazing how well you can get along w someone when u just have a normal fucking pleasant conversation w them, imagine that

"Interesting," Baz rubs his chin. "My mother hung the moon."

"She was a legend," Penelope beams.

"I thought your parents hated the Pitches," I say.

They both look at me like I've just stuck my hand in the soup bowl.

LMFAO SIMON

literally fuckign

"That's politics," Penelope says. "We're talking about magic."

"Obviously," I say. "What was I thinking."

"Obviously," Baz says. "You weren't."

"What's happening right now?" I say. "What are we even doing?"

LOL HE CAN'T TAKE IT he's fuckin short circuiting

Penelope folds her arms and squints at the chalkboard. "We," she declares, "are finding out who killed Natasha Grimm-Pitch."

"The legend," Baz says.

Penelope gives him a soft look, the kind she usually saves for me. "So she can rest in peace."

WHEEZES

THEM...... FRIENDS....... THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT TO ME......... this could've gone so differently man penny coulda been like simon, all on guard against baz and reluctantly working with him but NO the author made a point to say No These Two Get Along Super Well Actually Lmao LIKE!!!!!!!! it must be so fucking bizarre for simon to see his best friend and his worst enemy getting on so well right before his eyes it's DELICIOUS,

fuck this book is so good it's so GOOD this is EVERYTHING

[Baz] Penelope Bunce is a fierce magician, I don't mind saying.

[...]

I can tell she still finds me both loathsome and distasteful, but Rome wasn't built on mutual admiration. She's got a fine mind for magickal history--her house must be teeming with forbidden books--and half her opinions would get her thrown in a dungeon if her name were Pitch instead of Bunce.

love this perspective on things like they're so similar in a lot of ways but from completely different worlds, essentially just more on "things might be different if our lives weren't dictated by the war" and such

(which speaking of, another fun lil contrast, between penny and simon, is how easily she was able to put aside her distaste for baz & his family and jump into helping them, how quickly she was able to just. start talking to him like nothing. simons having all these internal struggles about Right and Wrong and Betraying The Mage, meanwhile penny's like yea it's not a big deal i'm interested so i want in and that's that

i know that's a bit of an oversimplification but my point is things aren't so black and white for penny as they are for simon; he has a harder time committing to something so off-script, while penny finds out they're doing this and goes Alright How Can I Help. i just think it's a neat contrast, especially considering the conversation they had earlier highlighting their different views on the mage; how she doesn't mind working with "the enemy" as much as simon does)

Snow puts down a book and comes to take the jug of milk off the tray. He lifts it towards his mouth, and I kick his shin.

"Anathema!" he says.

"I'm not trying to hurt you; I'm trying to protect you from your own disgusting manners. The room won't blame me this time, you oaf. There are glasses right here."

GOD LMAO

also simon????? hello??????????? why is he like this

She picks up a sandwich and sits on Snow's bed, crossing her legs. I could see right up her skirt if I felt like it--and if I tipped my head a bit.

whh. h. ????? Huh??? why would u say this. why did he fucking say this. r u trying to prove ur not straight. is this the opposite of gay thoughts. what is this im gonnag

"It doesn't have to make sense," Snow says. "The Humdrum sent the vampires. Just like that dragon today. It didn't want to be here either."

I wasn't sure Snow realized that, or believed me when I told him. I thought he was going to murder that dragon hen in cold blood in front of the whole school.

*telltale games voice* Baz will remember that.

"Wait a minute...." Bunce takes the book from him and hands him her sandwich to hold; he takes a bite.

SIMON

"There's nothing about the Humdrum." She flips ahead to the story about my mother's death, then scans it with her finger. "No Humdrum here either."

She closes the book and taps the cover with her ring. "Fine-tooth comb--Humdrum!" The book opens, and the pages start rifling forward. They pick up speed towards the end; then the book slams shut on her lap.

"No mentions," Penny says.

HELLO god what i would give for shit like that in real life are u KIDDING ME #1 most useful spell in this entire BOOK

(also i feel like it's typos but this baz pov chapter keeps switching between calling penny bunce, penelope and penny and it's throwing me off so much like is that INTENTIONAL. it feels so out of character. i could see penelope but DEF not penny)

"That doesn't make sense," I say. "The Humdrum existed then. The first dead spot appeared in the late '90s. Near Stonehenge. We've studied it in Magickal History."

"I know," she says. "My mother was pregnant with me when it happened. She and Dad visited the site."

i am once again saying

👀

i have like. not talked about the humdrum at all in these liveblogs lol but alright theory time

so we know the humdrum is this fuckin Thing that sucks magic out of places, which then become dead spots. and also that he looks like simon, and keeps sending shit to attack simon at school

we ALSO know that baz was born in 1997 (was 5 y/o in 2002) and JUST learned that penny was also born in the late 90s, which means we can assume that simon was born at the same time

and the humdrum's first dead spot appeared in the late 90s

so idk i am Just Saying that it would be a wild coincidence if the humdrum's appearance didn't have SOMETHING to do w simon being born

and also, the humdrum sucks magic out of places. simon has an absolute ABUNDANCE of magic. he is overflowing with this shit. it makes him explode

i dont have like, a Concrete Theory yet, but i wanna say the humdrum like. IS a part of simon in some way, like a manifestation of his magic or his emotions or both or some shit.

like i mean it's pretty obvious it has SMTH to do w simon, seeing as it takes on his form and attacks him specifically, but like. i think there's more to it than just "it's this evil guy that wants to take simon down bc he's the prophesied Most Powerful Mage Ever," like. i think the humdrum came into existence as a direct result of simon's existence in some way

and uh. that's all i got for now tee hee

"Did you feel the Humdrum?" Snow asks. "That day in the nursery?"

"I was a bit distracted," I say.

"What did they tell you?" Bunce asks.

"What did who tell me?"

"Your family. After your mother died."

"They didn't tell me anything. What was there to say?"

[...]

Snow clears his throat. "Baz, when did you first hear that it was the Humdrum who sent the vampires?"

They're imagining my father sitting me down in a leather club chair and saying, "Basilton, there's something I need to tell you...."

He's never said those words.

Nobody tells anyone anything in my family. You just know. You learn to know.

he says it like it's so fucked up but this is exactly what my family's like LOL

well ok not to the extent he's talking abt but we fuckin. none of my siblings or i ever came out to each other we just kinda find out randomly and go haha nice

(thats probs normal if we all grew up mormon tho 😬)

I take a sandwich and the apple, and stand up. "I need some air."

I wait until I'm down in the Catacombs to tuck in. I don't really like eating in front of people.

taking his dinner down to the catacombs like a little Beast, Wretched Creature

u know how they say eating meals together is like a sign of closeness and all that, and how it can be used in writing to show the closeness of the characters. how throughout this whole chapter simon and penny have been sharing food and taking bites of each other's sandwiches and climbing over each other to get to shit ("She leans over Snow's lap to reach the brownies.") like it's the most casual thing in the world. how baz takes his shit and Literally walks all the way down the tower stairs, across the fuckin school and hides Underground to eat his food

desperately wanna see him get to a point where he feels comfortable eating in front of them, both simon AND penny, GIVE me shared meals i NEED IT

and ok i actually. i think we're at the point i can talk abt all those 👀's i was throwing out earlier lol

"It seemed like dozens, but that can't be right, because I was the only child who was bitten."

"after she neatly decapitated another who was threatening her very own son."

natasha (baz's mom) was also bitten

"vampires don't normally attack wizards"

bruh u CAN'T be telling me it's a coincidence that out of everyone at the nursery baz & natasha were the ONLY ones bitten like!!!!! if i'm reading that right it seems like natasha decapitated one vampire who tried to bite baz, and then Another one came to finish the job just as she herself was bitten. why were they SO focused on getting to baz hmm. HMMM.

and they start talking about how little sense it makes for them to have attacked watford, of all places

"I can't think of a more difficult place for a vampire to get blood," she says, "than Watford, in the middle of the day."

[...] "Yeah, but it's Watford." She shakes her long hair. "Even back then, there was a wall of wards against dark creatures."

so not only do they not normally attack wizards, but the one time they did was against a heavily guarded fortress, basically. it clearly wasn't an attack for the sake of feeding, but for some other much more specific reason. something against the pitch family in particular

again, no concrete theories or anything but i think it was Pretty Clearly a targeted attack

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leaving it there for this time hehe..,,,,, i think we might actually catch up to where i've read up to next time, if i play my cards right, which is insane and wild and i am pumping my fist and barking like a frat boy HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO

i think i originally got that far in like 2 or 3 days and now it's been probs over a week at this point since then so aghagjag when i tell u im fuckin READY..... HOO BOY

likee comment sus :)

#retag later #ss blogging #expanding on the clown au from last time i think the mage and his men should travel around in a clown car situation #rolls up to the scene and he steps out and then a guy steps out and a guy steps out and a guy steps out and a guy steps out and a g #the mage still dresses like a pirate tho he just has a red nose now

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