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ivanzplaid · 1 year

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Soo in light of the new terrifier movie that just came out this month, can I request an Art the Clown x serial killer male reader who has some kind of bdsm kink? I was thinking something along the lines of Art and the reader end up catching each other killing and are covered in blood and kind of have this moment of "oh my god, let's fuck right now" and the reader gets completely railed. I have been looking everywhere for some Art x male reader and haven't been able to find anything so this would be amazing-

Happy Halloween 👋

oh my god yes yes yes, first of all i completely agree there are NO male readers for art which is awful, and id be more than happy to do this because i also am fully into the idea <3 youve just killed someone in a back alley and you get thr overwhelming feeling that someones watching you, and turning your head you see art, standing at thr entrance ( and exit ), admiring what youve done. he walks towards you slowly with a small smile, waving his fingers and eyebrows going up and down, and before you know it hes standing right infront of you, looking iver your body as youre just dumbfounded at the clown seducing you🫶 also!! happy halloween!

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

this is longer than i expected😭 i did not think i loved art that much but ig i do, so please request more of him if you like this!! not proofread, spelling errors are my bad but its halloween, also i wrote this in about 8 seperate parts so i am so sorry if it had a bad flow, i was jus on a roll LMFAO

Art the Clown x M! Serial Killer! Reader + BDSM | Avert Your Eyes to Me | NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM, Praise-ish, Violence/Murder Description, Language, Knife play, Fluff/Obsession at the end

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The chilling feeling of the wind that brushed against you didn't bring you down from the high that drugged you, your body jittered in place as your gaze fixated on the body of a stranger, laid silently, informally, in the quiet part of a back alleyway. Your breathing was calming down after the trouble you went through to just kill them, after they tackled you & punched, you watched them as their life was staked out, being dragged harshly from your switchblade, which was now tucked neatly between your waistband, peaking out slightly and revealing your skin.

If your gaze became heavier, you felt like you'd close your eyes. The body was magnetic, tonight was the first time you had time to just sit and look st your work, as you referred to it. Like an artist to their canvas, or a writer to their book, you were fixated on the corpse that sat there, it's not your fault that death was beauty.

A sigh came out as you lifted your wrist to check the time, it was 9:07, the sun set hours ago, and you had no plans. How eventful. You knew rigor mortis would set in, in roughly an hour or so from know, and it was a pain in the ass last time you waited that long. So with that, you bent down to gather the body up easily, and heave it elsewhere, so it wouldn't be the publics eyesore.

Tap. Tap. Tap

A trance became broken when you heard purposeful taps, and with your body hunched over carrying a body, you shot your head to the perpetrator. Unfortunately, no one was there, the streetlight was the only thing lit, and it revealed it was just you. Alone.

An uncomfortable feeling in your throat came up, and so your movements were rushed, trying to pull the body in its contorted figure closer to you to-

Tap. Tap. Tap

It's your mind, it's not real. Continue on with your work and dispose of the body before somebody-

Tap. Tap. Tap

With your attitude irritated, and your time being crunched from paranoia, you looked up.

"What the fuck is that noise.."

To your deepest displeasure, your eyes met with someone with time, somebody who stood no less than 8 feet from you, watching you quietly. Your body froze, everything was tight, as if you were being electrocuted.

Your eyes, even if stuck in place, drew in the sight. The person, rather dressed as a clown, mimicked your body, its- or rather his, head was tilted, and a small face was looking at you, a face you'd see in a Tom and Jerry cartoon, an over-exaggerated, shocked face.

The two of you stood silently, the silence being your cushion, because if he didn't talk, it wouldn't bring attention.

The look he had on was black and white, dressed almost as a terrifying mime, and to add to it, there was also blood splatter on him, from head to toe.

Your body was still holding onto your victim, hunched over in a pathetic attempt to seal what you've done. Yet, the clown stood there, staring at you, looking you into the eyes. There was no interest of what you've done.

You wanted to move, or speak, but it was as if all senses and abilities left you, everywhere was tense, and the weight of your body was holding you down, no attempt to move was successful. Somehow, it also seemed like this transferred to your eyes. While the clown stared you down, like a superior looking over the weak, you, timidly, peered back at him. The man was hypnotic, having you in a trance to keep your eyes on him. So even when the sound of footsteps became more apparent, the sight of the clown becoming even closer, you could only admire.

Eventually, he stood right before you. His head tilted down, leaving you transfixed on his face. The teeth in particular left you captivated. The shining white from them contrasted beautifully with the red that splattered on his cheek. It was intimidating, and inviting.

"What do you want, why are you here?"

A silky feeling came to your chin, and before your mouth could open to speak, a thumb pressed over your lips, while a finger kept your head tilted up. The clowns face configured a smile, slowly shaking its head while his fingers made circles on your lips.

You could've moved away, or stood up to escape. You could step away and make your way to your neighborhood, to your house, but the opposite happened. You sat there compliantly, eyes wide, and becoming more and more aroused, breathing getting heavier. He saw this as well.

While one hand occupied your face, another came down gently, grasping your shoulder before pushing you firmly to your knees, which buckled easily. A slight huff of air left you, and what replaced it was his thumb, sliding into your mouth and familiarizing itself.

Everything about your body felt warm now, the events making your dick twitch from under your pants. The thumb inside your mouth traveled further to the back of your mouth, following on your tongue.

The hold on your shoulder made its way up, stroking your neck, then stopping at the back of your head, taking a chunk of your hair with it, then pulling you closer to his waist. Your eyes broke contact first, peering to the bulge that stood out from the thin costume, then looking back up, just to see the clown nodding, thin eyebrows raised, amused.

You took the initiative that it mean to undo the costume, so your hands lifted to find a zipper, or anything to open to it. Quickly enough you found the zipper and began undoing it, before tugging at the boxers that stood between it. Your fingers felt cold against the pale skin that was revealed, and your ears picked up on the laughter the clown emitted, taunting you from your eagerness. When your eyes peered back up, the thumb in your mouth made you open wider, then putting the tip on your tongue, using his hand with your hair to guide you forward into taking it, your saliva acting as lubricant.

Even with the tight grip on the back of your hair, you became harder, whining from the sensation that went to your mouth. He made you keep eye contact, even when the pace quickened, and you could feel it hitting the back of your throat, with tears stinging your eyes, he wanted to see all of you below him.

Eyes-watering & a softened gaze seemed to make the clown before you more turned on, choking and gagging only made the pace quicker, his fingers massaging the back of your head as he pushed your face in, to his pelvis, then back to the tip. At one point, he left your head to furthest point on his dick, feeling your tongue and your mouth, forcing your head to stay still and face fuck him before pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your face, chest slightly heaving from the way drool was left on the side of your mouth, and the way his cum was spread across your pretty little face. Wiping some of it off with his thumb, he maneuvered it into your mouth, swirling it around your tongue so he could smile at you tasting him.

Moments of recovery had passed quickly for the clown, who soon became just as active as before. A hand reached towards the neck of your shirt, and grabbed a fist of it, using it as a leash to drag you down with him, leading you to his lap on the ground. A dim streetlight was lit 30 feet away, there was just enough light for you two to see eachother, but the man had no trouble finding the seams of your pants to guide down slowly, examining how your hips moved, and how much control he had over your pleasure.

He'd dictate when and what you experienced, because as soon as his fingers found the switchblade that you'd carelessly left in your pocket, his eyes went wide with discovery, yet his smile suggested he had other ideas besides wonder in mind. Fully taking your pants off, and throwing them aside,, he left your briefs on, and put a singular hand cupping your dick, which left a tent for his eyes only. With his other, now free hand, he let the blade rush out, and held it to your chest, then moving his hand to his own lips in a hushed manner. He wanted you to play a game with him, stay silent for him, like his good boy, with the imminent threat of your own knife, now being used against you.

Without warning, he began to rub his hands over your cock, eyeing the precum that was staining your underwear and giggling to himself. His hands would stroke you from over your boxers, watching you struggle to calm yourself with suppressed moans and whines, bucking yourself into his hand to get an ounce of pleasure. He knew you couldn't cum from this, but his amusement left you needy, and he wanted to have more fun.

The blade that was left idly against your throat had slight pressure to it when your groan slipped out, but you saw that his dick was standing up from the show you put on.

Soon enough, his fingers slid under the waistband and slide it down, and using the blade for better access, he cut the underwear so you wouldn't have to move off his lap. You now sat, exposed, on him. Your attempt to discreetly cover yourself was shot down as soon as one hand wrapped around your dick, staying still, with pre-cum drenching his hand. Slowly, he began to move his fingers up and down, spitting once onto it to have more lube before locking eye contact again.

He liked nothing more than seeing your body, even when being stroked, and pleasured, shrinking down from his confidence. He wants you to know that he has the control, he will abuse his powers as much, or as little, as he pleases. With this knowledge, he speeds up his strokes, leaving extra time to play with the tip, just to see your thighs twitch and body shift. He wont let you get close to cumming, until your on his dick of course. But by then, it'll be overstimulation.

His free hand sat still on your thigh, but he realized he'd still have to prep you for him after all. While his hand worked you teasingly, the other had you open for two finger, soaking them inside your mouth, just so he could spread your ass and slide them in slowly, causing a gasp-moan to leave you. The sensation of your hole being filled for the first time by him left you tight, but the moor and more his fingers began to work in and out of you had you weaker, leaning your head and arms over his neck while he worked you from both sides.

His fingers stretched you out more than you'd been before, he was eager to shove himself inside of you, but he restrained himself when he saw your face, toned red and pathetic from him fucking you with his fingers, and his handjob works.

At one point, you became silent, a small hum of deep breathing and whines, and your body tensed when his fingers scissored you & played your tip, he knew you were about to cum, but he wasn't ready for you to give up yet. In a singular motion, one finger went over the tip of your dick, and he stopped everything else. If he had to physically prevent you from cumming, just so he could let you cum over and over when he fucked you, so be it.

You slightly lifted your head to look at him, but he only shook his head, cupping your cheek.

Cool air made you sink deeper into him, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself warm and for balance as he held his cock. You could feel his nose find its way to the crevice of your neck, before biting down to leave marks. The air pushed itself out of you when you felt his teeth, softly groaning and holding on tighter to him.

Before you had the chance to move again, when your body was relaxed from the bite, you felt the tip of his dick slide into you, stretching your hole, making sure he gets you all the way down on him, eventually having you sitting on his lap, stroking your face in his own ways of praise.

Your face that was previously stuck to his shoulder, was gracefully lifted off, chin tilted up in a vulnerable manner, avoiding eye contact with the man whos fingers held your chin firmly.

When you felt the movement beneath you, of him fucking you slowly, his dick sliding inside of you, the feeling of tightness before you can adjust to his size, your breathing sputtered. Eye contact felt shameful, you couldn't hide how much you were liking his paced thrusting, but when you felt the pressure being placed onto your neck, squeezing the sides and hitching your breathe, you looked right towards him.

Your eyes were met with a sadistic look, eyes widened with a closed smile, taunting you and how pathetic you looked. His fingers drummed along your neck, and your mind was trying to get through two things at once; his dick, which was now fucking inside of you even harder, having you move up and down to go deeper, and the hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and softening to put you on edge.

The sounds that were trapped in your throat felt heavy, louder moans trying to escape were stopped by him, but the sound of skin on skin, becoming faster and more apparent made your body twitch, your thighs tensed around the mans waist, and your chest held in its breath to strangle out more pleasure.

For a few moments, it felt like it was just the two of you in the world you occupied. You'd completely lost memory of what lead you to this, the dick that was penetrating you had found your g-spot after a short period of time, and periods of ecstasy flashed your eyes, almost cumming from each hit. You may have been able to last a few more minutes, if you didn't feel a hand slip from your chest, sliding up the base of your cock, teasing you with unfulfilling strokes, before jerking you off as sensually as possible, with your drool falling down to his hand to fuck you with.

It was an overwhelming stimulation from your ass being pounded into, having no mercy to your body, or the aches you'd wake up, and the praise and dedication your cock was getting, being pleasantly stroked and rubbed quickly, satisfying your needs and begs for him.

The warmth in your body began to grow hotter, and when you came, spreading your cum all over his chest, he came in your ass, settling, almost pushing you down to secure your position on him. A sign of property and trust. He came in you, used you, and saw your body at your most vulnerable moments when you were pleading, bouncing on his dick. He thinks it's only fair you'd be his.

As your body sporadically moved, twitching uncontrollably from the overstimulation, he held you, mesmerized by the way your body, face, and voice could sound so perfect. You weren't going to leave him like the others did. After tonight, he'd truly be all you need, he'd make sure of it.

#art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown x male reader #art the clown x you #slasher #slasher x reader #reader x slasher #terrifier #terrifier 2 #hallows eve #slasher x you #slasher x male reader

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nian-7 · 2 years

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HELLO HELLO >:DD 🐚 ANON HERE

can i request wxs or vbs dating headcannons? Seperately if ok!!

THANK YOU 😋

🐚 anon

hi again 🐚! i decided on vbs but if you want wxs too, feel free to send in another request! enjoy :)

Vivid BAD SQUAD x gn!reader dating headcanons fluff

-On weekends, you both go to breakfast places and he gets pancakes every. single. time. No exceptions. He needs to get the pancakes every time because they're that good.

-He ruffles your hair if you're shorter than him, ruffle his if you're taller than him. He loves it and has no clue why he does.

-He often will be more willing to go along with anything stupid you do but, he will stop you before you get out of hand.

-When you both are walking, Akito walks on the side near the street while holding your hand. He will walk on the street if there is a dog coming.

-He likes to have you help him dye the yellow streak in his hair. It's so easy but he likes when you do it.

-Honestly, his main love language would be quality time. He likes spending quality time with you because he sometimes finds it hard to voice his feelings.

-An is terrified of halloween. Once she had a trick or treater come knock on her door and she almost fell back because she thought it was an actual ghost. (you laughed at her before helping her calm down)

-She is chaotic with you. You both do stupid things only for one of you to stop the other and then you both think about if it's something you should be doing in the first place.

-Coffee shop dates. She takes you to coffee shops for dates and you both just talk through the whole morning. Conversations never get dull with her, she always has something new.

-Her main love language is probably physical touch. She loves to be around you but she loves to give you hugs, kisses, cuddle, etc. Whenever you both are walking together, holding hands is a must.

-Kohane gets so nervous with you because she feels like she doesn't deserve you! She wants to be someone you can love and be someone who deserves you but in reality, you already love her a lot and you have to make sure she knows it.

-She loves to take pictures with or of you. Whenever it's just right, she'll probably snap a picture of you with her phone. She has a whole album of pictures of you and her together so she can look back at them.

-She gets embarrassed when you compliment her but she gets so happy inside. She just has a smile on her face when you do and she just wants to hug you!

-Her main love language would probably be gift giving. As said before, she feels like she doesn't deserve you but, she feels like you deserve lots of gifts. She gets you cute little things and you have a collection of plushies from her as well.

-Library dates. You both go to the library to study or read together. He gives you lots of suggestions on what you should read and will always help you study any subject.

-He likes to bake cookies with you. Whether you both are good at baking or not, he loves the time he spends with you and just having fun!

-He almost always has some sort of coffee around him that he's drinking. He thinks it tastes good and most times, it's always a different flavor or type.

-His main love language is probably acts of service or quality time. He loves to spend time with you, it makes him feel happy and loved that you want to spend time with him. He also doesn't mind doing things for you. Whether it be helping you with chores or helping you study, he likes to help you with anything.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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some Halloween ideas from prompts for red scout

M - 3.

N - 1.

Q - 1.

Wanted to make it spooky, so... Murder Game AU!

Prompts Found Here!

Yandere! RED! Scout Prompts

(Halloween Event - Murder Game)

Pairing: Romantic

M-3: "I told you they couldn't be trusted"

N-1: "Stop ignoring me!"

Q-1: "If you do this for me I'll think about helping you."

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Deception, Trust issues, Manipulation, Murder, Breaking of bones, Blood, Sadism, Forced relationship.

"I told you they couldn't be trusted!"

Jeremy yells to you, following you from behind. The both of you and a group of friends you shared had been locked in a building. You scoffed at how much it felt like those horror books you and Jeremy read.

"Just listen to me, (Y/N). They did it, I just know it! We can't trust murderers...."

"Calm down, Jeremy. I know... I just... don't know who to trust anymore."

"Tell me about it. I'm scared out of my mind over here."

You slow down temporarily to let Jeremy catch up. You two had been good friends for years, you growing fond of his energetic nature. Even if you couldn't match his energy, you liked to hear him talk.

It saddened you that he looked so scared now.... He probably felt the same about you. You were locked in a house with a murderer and now you were all starting to speculate against each other.

Wishing to clear your head, you seperated from the group. Jeremy screamed at you about how much of a bad idea that was and followed you, much to your reluctance. You cared for him...

But who's to say he isn't the traitor?

You smile softly towards Jeremy, hiding your suspicion.

"It's going to be okay, Jeremy. We'll get through this."

You sling and arm over his shoulder, Jeremy squeaks at your sudden touch before turning away. His face was so red and hot at your touch....

"Y-Yeah, I'm sure we will. Did you... want to find a room to relax in? Calm the nerves?"

You looked hesitant at first before nodding.

"Sure. I can't do much else."

Jeremy doesn't leave your side as you both open a dusty door, revealing an old lounge room. Quickly you depart from him to sit and clear your head. Jeremy goes to leave but you stop him.

"No, Jeremy, could you stay here? I don't feel safe if you just leave me here...."

Jeremy looks at you for a long moment before nodding and sitting beside you. For a while, you both sit in silence. Taking the time to process your situation... before you finally speak up, thinking long and hard about your friends.

"... Do you think the others are okay?"

Jeremy sighs, looking towards you.

"Sure. They're probably doing the exact same thing as we're doing. That, or, thinking we're the murderer."

Your gaze changes to saddness, you then turn away from Jeremy and face towards the door. He was probably right. They either thought you were the murderer, or that you were the next victim.

"Don't tell me you still worry about them, (Y/N)... they're not to be trusted. They don't trust you, so why should you trust them?"

You go silent again. He has a point... but what makes you so sure you can trust Jeremy? He seems so hostile towards your other friends but not you.... Isn't that suspicious?

"(Y/N)...?" He calls to you. At your lack of response, Jeremy huffs and shuffles closer.

"Stop ignoring me!"

He grabs your shoulder, causing you to scream and turn around.

"Jeremy!?"

"S-Sorry, I'm on edge too... I just, was a bit concerned you weren't talking- You okay?"

"I guess..."

"That's good. I didn't mean to scare you- Here, stay there and I'll go see if I can find the others. I'll close the door so you'll be safe."

You just wanted Jeremy away from you right now after the stunt he pulled. With a soft nod, Jeremy smiles at you and makes his way to the door.

"Stay here, okay?"

Once he left the room and the door closed with a soft click, you sigh in relief. You were not going to follow his orders due to your suspicions of him. You felt he would kill you if you stayed.

Carefully and quietly, you shuffle to the door and open it. Upon seeing the wood creak open, you peek out. No one was there, luckily.

You waste no time leaving into the hall, making distance away from where you thought Jeremy left. You kept your noise to a minimum and keep an eye out for any odd movement.

You noticed the area reeked of dust. Although, over time, the smell of dust gave way to a much thicker smell. One of gore... and blood.

It made you sick to speculate on what could've happened. It was obviously another murder. Yet was it who you think it was?

You peek around another corner to see blood coating the carpet. You freeze in place at the sight, swearing you saw an arm in the darkness. Another murder...

*crack*

You feel a sickening snap in your leg before you're rolling on the floor. Something metal hit your leg with such force it caught you off guard.

You whine and cry at the pain, looking for the perpetrator. In front of you stood Jeremy... metal bat coated in blood. You knew it... he was the traitor.

"Thought I told you to stay in the room. You would've been safe there. That part I wasn't lying about, baby."

"HOW COULD YOU-"

"Truth is, this whole little game was a set up. I just wanted to have you alone. It gave me the perfect excuse to get rid of the others!"

"We've known each other for years... why would you want to murder them!"

"I don't want to share YOU! You would've dated one of them instead of me. This way... I can have you all to myself. I would've been your HERO but you RUINED it-"

He slams the bat down, just missing your already bashed leg. You whimper and try to crawl away, but he puts a bloody shoe to your chest.

"However, I have a deal for you."

"What...?"

"I've always wanted to date you for YEARS. If I could set up a date with you... I'll patch up that leg and spare the rest of those friends of yours."

"You..."

"Hey."

He tilts your chin up with his bloody bat.

"If you do this for me I'll think about helping you."

The little light you have in the building illuminates his face. He looks lovesick towards you.... You were cornered, you could only say one thing, couldn't you?

"I'll give you time to decide... but babe-"

He leans forward, chuckling at your tears.

"Clock's ticking."

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 scout #yandere red scout #panther halloween event 2022

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vroomvroommuppett · 2 years

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fourteen

series masterlist

my next smau will be a matthew gray gubler one, so please send an ask if you want to be tagged in that one

reblog or send your thoughts!!

puppy interview video

hi i’m joseph quinn, and i play eddie munson. i’m natalia dyer and i play nancy wheeler. i’m perrie keery-quinn and i play robin buckley. and i’m joe keery, and i play steve harrington.

and we’re the cast of stranger things.

after almost 6 years, how does it feel having the series come to an end soon?

it’s surreal. even though i’ve only been on since season 3, it’s felt like longer.

if you could play any other character on stranger things, who would it be?

nancy wheeler. i actually auditioned for that part, and i got it, but then i got pregnant with the twins and i had to drop out, and apparently the duffers i guess decided to keep me on hold.

nat: wait really?

yeah.

what’s a role people would be surprised to hear you auditioned for?

natasha romanoff. it was between scarlett johannson and me and she got it, and she’s an amazing black widow.

jk: i mean you do some awesome moves in ncis: la.

true.

jq: *talking about auditioning for spider-man*

wait you tried out? which one?

jq: andrew garfield’s

well would you look at that

if you had to create an ‘80s mixtape, which songs would you add?

“lay all your love on me” by abba, “slipping through my fingers” by abba, “don’t stop believing” by journey, “sweet dreams (are made of this)” by the eurythmics, “don’t stop believin’”, “any way you want it”, “seperate ways (worlds apart)”, and “faithfully” by journey, “everybody wants to rule the world” by tears for fears, “i wanna dance with somebody” by whitney houston

jq: that’s a lot

shut up. let me have this

if you could guest star on any series, what would it be?

well i mean i always wanted to be on bbc’s strictly come dancing and i’ve been on a few times. and two coming soon.

nat: what’s your favorite dance you’ve done?

oh gosh it’s a toss up between spider hands and singin in the rain/thunder

jk: you love water dances

yep

if any actor could have a cameo on stranger things, who would you want it to be?

dane dehann. i feel like he’d play a good villain. i mean he has played a villain. was he one of the causes of me dying? yeah.

jq: ooh that’d be amazing

oh and my good friend matthew gray gubler. i mean he’s directed all the creepy criminal minds episodes and he loves halloween so that would be so much fun to be in something with him again

jk: YES

what’s the hardest stunt you’ve ever had to film?

refer to this video

like on stranger things or in general?

cm: general

this one scene in this season of ncis: la was really hard to figure out, but it turned out amazing.

who have you been the most starstruck by?

zendaya.

what are your wildest fan stories?

i’ve had people name their daughters and dogs topanga.

jk: can we name our future daughter topanga?

jq: what about our dog?

nat: you’re married to dinguses

i am. and we’ll see. and we don’t have a dog

jk: but we could

do you remember your first audition for your role?

topanga. and i almost lost it. and i actually talk about it in my podcast with my boy meets world cast mates, rider strong and will friedle.

refer to this video.

do you have a favorite behind-the-scenes moment?

when the cast figured out joe, joseph and i were dating.

nat: that was iconic. charlie and i figured out something was up

jq: were we that obvious?

nat: yep

jk: ugh

perrie, with the new spider-man movie coming out soon, would you do another movie as gwen stacy? and are you in the new spider-man movie? and is andrew in it?

if you were to ask me this a year and a half ago, i would’ve said no, but ever since andrew exposed his management, got out of his pr relationship, and started dating someone and we’ve made up and co-parent now, yes. yes i would. and i am not in the movie. and i have no idea.

what are your dressing room must haves?

twizzlers

nat: it’s quite funny. we were filming and she had twizzlers in her pocket and just ate one and the duffers kept it in. and since then you’ll just see her eat twizzlers.

jk: she’s very possessive over them. in the scene where i reach to eat one, and she slaps my hand away, that wasn’t scripted and they kept it in.

yeah. i forgot that i had put them in there the day before. i also eat them in every show that i’ve been in.

where do you think your characters would be in 2022?

married. kids. hawkins is safe.

send an ask if you want to be added or removed!

@charlie-heatons-whxre @a-lumos-in-the-nox

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yaffles-world · 2 years

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Hello! I didn't answer all of them - some I answered as seperate, longer prompts, some I intend to answer as seperate, longer prompts.

Enjoy :)

F/O Rainbow Ask Game

Spike Spiegel My Baby

💋 [KISS]- What love language does your F/O have? What about you? And how do y’all express it to each other?

Hmm… My love language is quality time, I think. Just… spending time with Spike is what I want. I like being with him, communicating about fun things and serious things, I like making memories with him and planning fun date nights hehe. Depending how much money Spike has hehe it's some sort of mix between acts of service and gift giving. It's funny, because I know if it wasn't for me, he would live in an absolute mess of a house. I am organized, and clean up, and cook, but it's like since I do it and want it to be done he'll just… do it, without even being asked. And it's extra special because I know he doesn't mind the mess and he's just being a sweetie and helping out. He's so sweet like… I'm not a material person but some things I just really love and he loves treating me to those things. I'm a big fan of soft toys and he's given me so many of them over the years, particularly if I'm having a hard day he'll stop by the op shop on his way home and surprise me with something else to cuddle. Even little things, like, if we're going on a walk together and he sees some lavender flowers in the wild (or on someone's front lawn, shh, I don't condone his behavior) he'll grab some and give them to me…

🎃 [PUMPKIN]- What’s your favorite holiday to celebrate with your F/O? Or, what’s their favorite holiday to celebrate with you?

Hmm… Christmas :) I love forming traditions and doing all sorts of fun stuff and cuddling and cooking and GIFT GIVING ugh wonderful. Also Halloween is an absolute blast. Spike would say his favorite is Halloween, but he's lying, his favorite is also Christmas :)

🐹 [HAMSTER]- Do you and your F/O have a pet? If not, what pet would you like to have with them, or why wouldn’t you want a pet at all?

Yep :) Sunny the black cat and Basil the ginger cat. Also, we kind of co-own Ein, the corgi, although he generally stays with Jet.

🍯 [HONEY]- What flavors or scents do you associate with your F/O? Or, what flavors/scents would they associate with you?

I'm a goddamn broken record but we can't ignore the truth. Spike perpetually smells like cigarettes but in like a good way :P Shaving cream. That one cologne smell. I'm sorry I'm awful at describing scents so in my head it's just like "yes that one" whereas you know, most people dunno what I'm talking about :D He probably associates lavender with me, just because it's kind of become one of those Things about me.

🌟 [STAR]- How do you and your F/O prepare for bedtime? Do you stay up watching TV until you fall asleep? Do you cuddle endlessly? Etc

Generally, we'll do something together, like watch TV, or maybe just lie on the couch together doing our own activities… we get ready for bed together, and we climb on in and snuggle while talking about our days or just absolute random nonsense hehe. Cats generally included in the snuggling, much to Spike's apparent dismay (he secretly loves it - if the cats aren't snuggling up to each other, Sunny is on Spike's chest, and Basil is anywhere on my side of the bed hehe)

🍃 [LEAVES]- What’s your favorite season to go on walks with your F/O? Why?

I think this is biased because I'm from Australia but Winter/Autumn because it's impossible for me to go on walks in Summer hehe. If we lived anywhere else it would probably be Autumn still.

👖 [JEANS]- Do you ever wear your F/O’s clothes? How does it feel when you do, and have they caught you doing it before?

C o n s t a n t l y. I love his style, I love how he smells, and I love just pulling out clothes from his side of the wardrobe and just… wearing them. It feels like a very intimate act, to be so close to someone that you can do that with them. The clothes are often too big, unfortunately, and also he has a lot of button up shirts, so it's funny wearing around the house but I always do. I'll often steal a jacket to wear outside in the colder months, though. They all remain his clothes and what I steal is random and unpredictable. He always says something like "You know that's my shirt, right?" and walks up to me and grabs the ends of my fingers that are barely visible due to the size of the long sleeved shirt, "We're going to have to go shopping," he says, laughing softly at my blushing, "people are gonna think we're broke!" Before enveloping me in a big hug and whispering, "you look great."

👾 [SPACE INVADERS]- Do you play games with your F/O (board games, video games, other games)? If so, what do you play, and how do those playing sessions go?

I'm a big fan of any kind of game. If it's a board game, weirdly, it gets a lot more competitive… but all in good fun. Video games… If it's some sort of co-op campaign, like, Halo or Portal 2 or something then we both get too distracted doing stupid stuff - shooting at eachother and being terrors - then actually playing the game. If it's something like Mario kart, once again, absurd levels of competition. If it's something like Animal Crossing, or Stardew Valley, I have a very particular vision, and Spike sees that vision, and decides to do everything in his power to make it difficult for me to plan it perfectly. I don't play that many fighting games, but there's this joke I saw on a game grumps episode when Dan kept saying to Arin, "come over here, I have to show you something," only to just attack Arin's character and he kept doing it and Arin was like "I'm not coming over again!" only for it to happen again. Yeah. That.

☔️ [UMBRELLA]- What do you and your F/O do when you’re trapped in rainy weather?

Oh so many things. Blanket fort. Indoor picnic. Cuddling up with a book. Cuddling up with a book + Basil + Sunny. Cooking cupcakes. I draw him. He draws me (and fails, but cute). Playing outside! It's short because if I kept going it would turn into another fanfiction hehe.

#spike spiegel my baby #f/o ask game #f/o ask game reblog #romantic f/o #imagine your f/o #imagine your romantic f/o #comfort character #self shipping #self shipping positivity

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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year

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♐️ - Our muses are mythological creatures - Masaki and Julian

👿 - Your muse is a Demon- Hoshi and Flynn

😈 - Your muse is possessed - With anyone I Just wanna see this one Written .

Starters

Sadly head was empty for the first prompt so hope you don’t mind me only doing two.

Among the darkened night... Hoshi was on his way back to his friends as an uneasy presence followed him... rumors settled about some demons running rampant. He turned to where he sensed the follow to land upon crimson eyes and antenna like horns... a feeling of dread lurking among them...

“You are brave to walk around at this time... may I interest you in a deal.” “I am sorry, but people forbid me to talk with demons.”

Something about him was charming and hard to resist... despite his odd looks something made him stop... as the demon held out a card for him to take.

“The name is Flynn... Flynn Deradelle... also known as the Demon of deals... usually I can provide anything at the right cost... I am just a harmless demon who wants to spread his word but.”

He leaned a little closer and grabbed his chin.

“I can be vengefull if someone crosses my path... so pretty one... I would be interested to talk about a contract soon.” And with this he faded into a black shadow.

Around the troubles that the halloween festivities brought there was not shortage of people getting possessed and behaving odd... Shu was walking around with dorm members before as he got lost and found Carol along the way, who seemed a little nervous about being seperated from the others... however walking with her something about her seemed off... it was not so her look but her behavior... Eventually she noticed him being doubtfull and took his hand just to burst out in a laughter.

“Foolish creature.”

She tried to use her vine magic to trap him but he dodge well out of the way as he saw the same grey eyes as some of the other possessed students had. She sat down on a nearby pumpkin and started giggling. Crossing her legs and letting some vines push her up.

“Think you can escape me... I will use this girl as my new body... at least for now. But yours seems more sturdy and strong, guess this will be fun.”

Eventually he had no choice but to catch her off guard and try to get her back to senses... and with a good fight against the vines he eventual cut off the last one and catched her fall as the ghost quickly moved out her body.

“Huh... S-shu why are you carrying me?”

“Its fine you been possessed is all.”

“Oh no... did I attack you... I am so sorry.”

He lightly patted her head and let her down.

“Don’t worry about it, lets just move and find the others.”

“A-alright.”

#twisted wonderland oc #twst ocs #twst oc #twstoc #twstocs #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland original character #twisted wonderland ocs #flynn deradelle #flynn x hoshi #carol ann

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ghosthauntingevermore · 1 year

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INHALES

Buckle up bitches, I'm gonna share my thoughts on the Newest Halloween movie whether you want them or not.

Posting a SPOILER WARNING HERE because I'll be discussing the end and much of what happens in the movie. If you haven't seen it, I don't wanna spoil it fot you, But if you read it past this point, that's on you.

First I wanna say, I did throughly enjoy the movie, and I have seen opinions from both Ends. I personally didn't think it was terrible but I do feel that it could have been executed better

Firstly it wasn't consistent with Halloween as I personally know it. I've seen the Originals and the modern ones, and while it's not my favorite horror franchise, I am familiar with it to a degree.

Micheal Meyers has always been solitary. He works alone, always has. I would have liked to see more context as to why he didn't kill Corey when he saw him like he does literally anyone else.

Typically if you survive a Meyers encounter it's because you got away somehow, not because he let you. I would've like more context as to why Corey was suddenly different, but that will never happen, I honestly feel like blumhouse just wanted to throw a fresh face in there because why not? But it didn't make sense if we're going off the fact that it's Halloween.

My friend feels like what they did with Laurie was backwards, having her be super paranoid and stuff in other movies and this one she's trying to heal, and I get that thought. However there's no doubt that Laurie has PTSD and when she saw Corey standing there like he was, it triggered it and she just kinda... spiraled from there.

Also the reference Micheal Meyers... being brain damaged (I don't recall this ever being mentioned before in previous movies) and some.. expanding on that would have been nice because from what I remember he was seen my a therapist or a Psyciatrist as a child who insisted he was the devil incarnate and no one did anything for him ever except demonize him. I have no doubt he had something going on but if I recall correctly this is the first time someone mentions him being brain damaged instead of just plain evil or even mentally ill.

Expanding on the other part of it with Corey and Allison (I know I spelled it wrong) I loved it. I loved Corey's character and I loved his development. I loved seeing him go from being this timid Lil guy to being more... meticulous and bold. I love how we get to see how smart this man actually is at the end of the movie

I think Corey's part of this movie would have been FANTASTIC on its own. Still able to make a play on what happened and how he was swayed to the "dark side" (so to speak) meeting a killer, who's has decided to show him the ropes or whatever. I think they could have done this without riding on the "Halloween" part. I feel like Micheal Meyers working with someone is just out of character with the Micheal Meyers we've seen until now.

I feel like if it wasn't for the Corey part of the movie, the ending of it would have hit much differently with them parading Micheal around. I do feel like the way he died was a little lackluster for Micheal given all the stuff he's survived, but the whole showing all of Haddonfield he's actually dead is a good fit for the end of his legacy since he's terrorized that town for years.

I think, personally, Blumhouse should have dived balls deep into the Halloween aspect of it without Corey's story to it, because in my opinion that would have made more sense, then taken Corey's story and maybe made and seperate film with that. I wouldn't even mind some Halloween references in it, but I don't think Micheal Meyers should really have been in it at all.

To me the film didn't feel like a Halloween film. It felt like Blumhouse rode of the popularity of the Halloween franchise and off Micheal Meyers more than anything considering Corey killed more people than Micheal and was more the focus of the film than Micheal (aside from Meyers being mentioned a few times)

I think Micheal should have been more the focus of the film since they were bringing his reign of Terror on Haddonfeild to an end, and while I Like Corey as a character A LOT him having been a Meyers wannabe that in all honesty should have been killed by Meyers sooner or maybe not in the film at all.

All the stuff with Corey (in my opinion) would have been better as it's own film, and I think the way his story ended would have been a great ending to that film, and the end to Micheal Meyers would have hit better without it.

Still a great movie, I still liked it, I still enjoyed watching it, and I enjoyed Corey and his character. But it still felt like two different films mushed together.

#ghostly whispers #discussion time!!!#i was proof reading this but i had a rough day today #anyway #feel free to send me asks or reblog this witg your thoughts!#these are just my personal opinions and critique of the movie so #*gestures* i hope it makes sense.#i also accept i could be wrong about my recalling the original movies #because i have bad memory and its been forever #so if thats the case- my applogies

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like-wuatafauq · 1 year

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Hope u are having a sweet day!

(◡ ω ◡)

Oh u are sick?! Oh no, drinks lots of water. Hope u get well.

Oh my country don't do halloween, unless u invited for a party of halloween. So no fantasy or candy.

Some asks to pass the time!

1. Which fictional character would like to meet?

2. U think we should separate the author from its work? (Like the author is horrible person, but their work is good)

3. Do u like makeup?

Hello! Yes I went out with my roommate to celebrate the day of the dead and I've been sick since 😮‍💨thank you I'll try to drink more water, what country you from?

1. Hmmm maybe Asami from TLOK I'd like to give her a kiss 💋 (with her consent of course)

2. ooooF you got me on this one. This is very very hard for me because I'm the kind of person that if you support something shitty, I'm dipping. For example I've recently (I believe this year) found out Pablo Neruda treated women bad and abandoned his disabled daughter so now I don't buy any of his books, I really liked his poetry but now it's kinda all sour to me?? But then theres jk Rowling who I fucking do not like whatsoever but Harry Potter was like the very very few things I had growing up that brought the family together. I feel like if I explained my childhood it would make more sense than saying "it brought the family together". So in a way I feel like I did seperate the author from its work but I just try not to support Jk Rowling but still appreciate harry potter??if that makes sense?

3. Ehhhh yes and no? Lol I feel like it depends because when I tried being the flowery fem type of girl it felt like I was wearing an itchy sweater. But I wouldn't mind wearing darker tones of makeup just as long as it's not too often. Now let's say my girlfriend would want to put make up on me NOW THAT I would not mind, I find it cute even tho I'm not fem.

#sweet anon #thank you im currently stuck in bed so this helps 😌#anon #asks

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fourevereatoncheesebuns · 3 years

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Something freaking me out about the fact that November 5th was 5 days after Halloween

#I just realized this #also it sounds stupid and obvious I know #but Halloween just feels so seperate in my mind #wtttttf #destiel #SPN #my post #I’m really exhausted I’ll look at this tomorrow morning and be like okkaaay

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staticscreenwriting · 3 years

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Where the heart is // B. B.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are getting a divorce because they are silly and both love the other so damn much. (Happy Ending!)

TW: Talk of divorce. Talk of potential pregnancy and babies.

A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

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Waking up from this nightmare How's your life, what's it like there? Is it all what you want it to be? Does it hurt when you think about me? And how broken my heart is

The apartment is deadly quiet as Bucky steps inside, only the rattling of his keys echoing through the halls that once seemed so warm and inviting are now but a cold reminder of what used to be.

People never really talk about these moments. The after. The wreckage. The ruins of what used to be. Sure there are movies and books and countless songs but they take the feeling and they wrap it up in beautiful words and prose and make something beautiful of it.

There’s nothing beautiful in the way Bucky feels as his feet drag him towards what used to be his bedroom, which is now hers. There’s nothing beautiful in the way he feels as his eyes wander over to the closed door behind which lays an empty room. One that is empty not because of choice but because of the shitty cards life has dealt both him and her.

There is nothing beautiful about the way he feels. Only sadness. Only hurt.

When he turns the corner and steps into the bedroom, his heart drops for a second. He hadn’t expected her to be here, not with how quiet the place is. But sure enough, there she is. Sitting on the fluffy comforter they bought together, legs tucked underneath herself. She said that comforter was the exact same shade of blue as his eyes. Now she doesn’t even lift her head to look at him, focusing only on the box resting on the bed before her.

“Hey uh — I didn’t expect to run into you.”

“ I live here. Sorry to disappoint.“

“ I know, that’s not what I meant. It’s just so quiet. “

She shrugs but still doesn’t look up. There’s so much resentment there, dripping from every word. He can’t fault her for it. Not even a little. If he was her, he’d hate himself too. Maybe this will make it easier for them. If she hates him, that’s a straight cut. Right? Hating is easy. It’s loving that’s hard.

“ It’s like that now. You here to get some of your stuff?” she asks, looking up at him for the first time. Her eyes are red and tired. Not like they were when he left, filled with tears and sorrow. Now they’re just infinitely sad and exhausted. Like all the life and all the warmth and all the passion that he fell so deeply in love with, has been sucked out of her. He hates knowing it’s partially his fault.

“ If that’s okay with you.”

“ sure. “

The movies and the poems and the books and the songs, they never talk about this. The after. The limbo. The “will you keep this or shall I take it?”

They don’t talk about the fact that you’re supposed to pack 5 years of relationship into a bunch of boxes and figure out what to do with it.

He quietly walks into the closet, as if making any noise would break whatever bubble is currently surrounding the two of them. Sometimes he wonders if things would be different had they been different people. Had they been able to express their feelings differently. Sometimes, in the most secret part of his heart, Bucky wishes there would’ve been screaming. Maybe screaming would’ve been helpful. Sure, it’s not the most eloquent way of communication but at least it is communication. But there was no screaming. Only silence. Only feelings swallowed up to never be spoken about. To suffocate them from the inside out.

Making as little noise as possible, Bucky grabs some of his clothes and stuffs them into the duffle bag Sam gave him. He had that look on his face, the pitiful one. The one that says “sorry, man”. There’s no reason to feel sorry for Bucky. This is his fault after all.

There’s a sound coming from behind him, and for a second he really believes it’s his mind playing tricks on him. But then he hears it again, louder this time, more clearly.

She’s laughing. Maybe not a full-on laugh but a chuckle. It’s been a while since he’s heard that sound.

“ What’s got you laughing like that ? “ Bucky asks as he turns back around only to be greeted by her smiling face. God how much he misses that smile.

She looks back down towards the box in front of her and the picture in her hand.

“ It’s uh — it’s a picture of the first time you stayed over. “

His legs carry him towards the bed as if they work on autopilot. As he sits down next to he can just about make out the scent of her shampoo. The one he bought for himself last week, not because he necessarily likes to use it. He bought it because he misses the scent. Because he misses her. And if he can keep her close like this, even for a small moment, he’ll buy an entire store's worth of shampoo.

Her fingers gently grip the picture so as to not rip or crumble it. He can’t hold back the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips as he recognizes the picture. It’s a slightly less gloomy version of him, in love and asleep. Curled up on her old tiny couch in her old tiny apartment with her dog Yoda sleeping soundly on his chest. He was so nervous to stay over at her place the first time he did. Nervous about so many different things but mostly about doing something to hurt her. Physically but also emotionally. To think that now his biggest fear came true, crushes his heart even further.

“ I miss Yoda. He was a good dog,” she says as she puts the photo back into the box. Truth be told, Bucky misses him too. He was grumpy and lazy and he didn’t ever really listen to them. But he was loyal and cuddly and all in all, he was the perfect dog for the two of them. And he had accepted Bucky into his and her life immediately. As if he knew that Bucky of all people needed nothing more than a chance to prove himself to be something other than a killer.

There are more pictures in the box, alongside other clutter that Bucky can’t quite make out. One of the other pictures he can see clearly, is one of the two of them on their first Halloween. The Halloween that Bucky didn’t want to dress up for. The one he promised himself he would spend curled up on his couch watching a scary movie and not open the door to anyone, Trick or Treaters or otherwise.

He ended up going out anyway. With her. FOR her. And it was one of the best nights of his life even if it meant he had to dress up like a skeleton.

“ What is all this? “ he asks though, by the way his heart starts beating faster, Bucky isn’t sure he even wants to know the answer to that question. “ You getting rid of our pictures? “

He doesn’t want it to sound so accusatory. They’re broken up. Separated. In the early process of a divorce. She has every right to get rid of their pictures. Get rid of him. Bury the memories. Just because he can’t let go doesn’t mean that she’s grieving in the same way.

“ No, “ she scoffs and pulls out a small scrap of paper, “ this is a memory box I started when we first got together. It’s things I didn’t know where to put but that I wanted to hold on to. I had planned to give it to you for our 10 year anniversary but … well “

She doesn’t have to say it. He knows.

“ Then after the — seperation I put some other stuff in there. Memories.”

“ Can I see what else is in there? “ he asks “ since I won’t get to see it on our 10 year anniversary.”

Bucks isn’t quite sure why he adds that to the end of his sentence. It makes him sound spiteful and mean and he can tell, by the look on her face, that it hurts her. And he’s done enough of that in the past. Isn’t that exactly the reason they are here in the first place?

She considers it for a moment and Buck can only guess the different kinds of emotions running through her then. He feels them too. All of them. They are confusing and most of them are negative. She has no reason to let him see this, relish in sweet nostalgia with him as if everything is okay and they’re not getting a fucking divorce.

“ Sure, I guess. I — yeah.”

She scoots more to the middle of the bed, making more space for Bucky to sit down properly. He’s perched on the side that was his. The side he fell asleep on and woke up on so many times. And she was there next to him. Always there and warm and soft. And she’d smile at him through sleepy eyes and a hazy mind and she’d rival the sun. And then she’d gently comb her fingers through his hair and say good morning and he knew it would be — a good morning.

He hasn’t had a good morning since he left.

She moves the box to sit between them on the bed and motions for Bucky to start digging in.

There’s a pile of what he realizes are old movie tickets. It's something they used to do when they first started dating. Thursdays were movie days. But while everyone went to see the new blockbusters, the two of them would pick the movies that sounded the weirdest and they’d buy a big bucket of popcorn and blue raspberry slushies and just relish in the grandeur that is bad cinema. Most of the time they were the only ones at the cinema. Sometimes things got — R rated.

“ Why did we stop doing this? “ she asks as Bucky looks up from the tickets “ going to the movies I mean. It was always my favorite day of the week. “

He tries to remember. Tries to pinpoint the moment when life changed and their Thursdays weren’t their Thursdays anymore. He can’t. He comes up empty.

Sometimes life changes in little ways, ones you don’t realize at that moment and they don’t seem significant either. It’s a broken tradition. A missed movie night. It’s slow and creeping but at some point, you stop and look at your life now and it doesn’t resemble your life then anymore. Everything has changed and you didn’t even notice. Not for one single second.

“ I have — I have no idea. “ he has to confess.

“ Remember that movie with the killer florist ? “ she asks and her voice is laced with laughter. Something sparks up in his heart. A tiny flicker of something he’s missed. Something he hasn’t felt in a while. He can’t help but laugh along.

“ I do! Or the one where the woman fell in love with the Koi in her neighbor's pond? ”

“ Oh god! That was terrible. “

“ It was.”

She looks wistful for a moment as if her thoughts wander off to some long-forgotten memory.

“ What are you thinking about? “

He never usually had to ask her. He’d either know or she’d tell him on her own accord. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between them. One he wants to break down or climb over so badly. But does she want him there? After everything?

“ The day we saw that movie was the first time you said I love you. “

It’s true. Now that she mentions it he remembers it so clearly. It’s like he’s suddenly faced with a scene from a movie he’s forgotten about a long time ago but once someone mentions it, he remembers it in great detail. Knows every word. Every line.

“ I still don’t quite know what it was about that moment that made you say it but — “ she trails off, a smile playing on her lips.

Bucky knows. It wasn’t a groundbreaking realization back then. He’d been feeling it for months. Fell deeper in love with her with every glance, every smile, every silly movie he got to watch with her. They went to some dingy diner after the movie to grab a burger and some fries. The leather seats were old and the filling was spilling out, the air smelled of grease and air freshener, and the laminated menu cards were sticky with undefinable stains. All things considered, it should’ve been a bad date. It wasn’t though. Nothing was ever bad with her. She smiled. All she did was smile and hum along to some song Bucky didn’t know as it spilled from the jukebox. And it occurred to him then, that there was no need for a big gesture or a special moment. Every moment with her was special. Life couldn’t get any better than this. Existing was enough if only she was there.

“ Nothing. “

“ Hm? “

“ There was nothing special about that moment. I just realized that I would be okay with anything if only you are there. You — that’s all I need in life. “

She looks at him then and for a second he thinks that maybe she’ll kiss him. Tell him that they are making a mistake and ask him to come back. Tell him that she doesn’t blame him. That she forgives him. That she wants him anyway. Despite — everything. She doesn’t though. Just sighs and pulls another picture from the box.

It’s a picture of the two of them cuddled up on the couch with a tiny white ball of fluff resting on her chest.

“ Our first picture with Alpine. “

“ That was taken on the day we found him. Look, you can clearly see the scratches on my face from crawling around the dumpsters to rescue him. “ Bucky points out.

He had never thought of himself as a cat person. Really he wasn’t so much an anything-person anymore, after Hydra. But somehow that little cat had wormed his way into his heart and refused to leave.

“ Was worth it though! “

Bucky nods his head in agreement “ it was. “

“ You should — you should take him. He’s really more your cat than mine.”

“ He’s our cat.” he points out.

“ Bucky there won’t be an ours anymore. Soon.”

It breaks his heart. Over and over again. He just got used to being himself. The version he was when he was with her. How is he gonna deal with doing it all over again? He doesn’t want to be a version of himself after her.

“ I don’t have a place yet and Sam’s allergic. “

“ He can stay here until then, of course. I love him. “

There’s a lot of love there that’s being given up on, Bucky realizes. And he hates every part of it.

“ Shit, remember this? “ she chimes up again as her hand holds onto a thin receipt, the black ink bleached away and thinned out from years of being stuck in a box. From years of memories fading.

“ Is that from the —”

“ The tattoo place, yeah. “

The patch of skin on the inside of his arm grows hot as if he is suddenly aware of what is there. Something long forgotten. A small letter forever etched into his skin in black ink like the way she’s forever etched into his heart. Always there. Forever. Just like the delicate lines that write his own name onto her collar bone. James. Not Bucky. Not Winter Soldier. James.

“ Oh god, I can’t believe you kept these,” Buck exclaims as he picks a pair of bright blue knitted socks from the box. They’re made from scratchy wool and there are a million and one holes in them. It’s so her. So quintessentially her. To keep them. With their holes and their scratchy wool and all. Even if they’re a mess. Even if they’re broken. She holds onto things no matter how bad. No matter how lost and sad and broken and useless. She holds on tight and doesn’t let go. Unless you make her. Unless you force her to. Unless you break her heart.

“ Umm … you made them for me. Like you literally learned how to knit to make me a pair of socks to keep my feet warm. That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, Buck. Of course, I kept them. “

Bucky bashfully shrugs his shoulders, a tint of red dusting his cheeks. “ I’m glad you liked them. Even if they’re scratchy. “

“ I like you and Alpine and you guys are the scratchiest,” she points out. She’s not wrong.

“ Was I a good boyfriend? “ Bucky asks and while in the grand scheme of things it really doesn’t matter, he wants to know anyway. Wants to know he did something right.

“ You were the best boyfriend. “

“ I’m sorry I was a shit husband. “

She stays quiet for a moment and with every second that passes by he breaks more and more. He wonders how much of him is left at this point. How much there’s still to lose. Then again, what does it matter? He lost her and that’s all that really matters.

“ You weren’t a shit husband, Bucky. “

It’s like the world suddenly moves in slow motion as they both grab the 2 things left in the box.

Bucky holds onto the blue velvet box knowing exactly what’s inside. The last time he held it, got on his knees in front of her, put the ring on her finger, that was one of the best days of his life. A sign that the Winter Soldier was his past and that he could finally truly move on. They were younger, in love. Happy. Now he hardly remembers what happiness feels like.

“ I was so nervous to give this to you. Not because I thought you’d say no or anything. I just — I just wanted to be enough. The ring and the proposal and — me. “

“ You were always enough. “ she says and he can hear the tears in her voice. It’s thick and heavy and he knows that if he looks at her now, there will be tears in her eyes too.

But he doesn’t look at her then. His eyes fall onto the piece of fabric in her hands. It’s so small. Soft peached colored with a little bunny embroidered on the front. It’s tiny and cute and it belongs to no one. It’s tiny and it should’ve been theirs. But it isn’t.

“ No, I wasn’t. He says and shakes his head. You deserve more than I can give you. “

She throws the baby romper back into the box and gets off the bed as if someone has set it on fire.

“ What’s wrong? “ he asks as if he doesn’t know. Everything. Everything about this situation is wrong. They’re supposed to make love on this bed, not cry over memories long gone. Push away thoughts of their looming divorce.

“ I don’t know, Bucky. Maybe you can tell me. “ She calls out to him as she pulls the rest of his shirts from the closet and throws them into the bedroom. Colors of fabric flying through the air like wings of a bird flapping through the winds. Some of them she lops at him, passion and anger and wrath and sadness filling her eyes. “ Maybe you can tell me why the fuck we’re doing this. Why we’re putting ourselves through all this pain and suffering and this bullshit divorce. Maybe you can tell me why you left me to have a fucking breakdown every time I walk into my closet and see this goddamn dress, “ she cries while holding up the hanger over which her beautiful white wedding dress is draped. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Like a goddess. Like an angel. Like his redemption.

“ We were happy. We were trying to have a family. And then what — it doesn’t work and you leave? You just gave up. “

“ I didn’t give up. “

“ Yes, you fucking did! You gave up and you served me divorce papers and you didn’t even give me a fucking choice. “

“ You agreed! “

“ Because I love you and if you don’t want to be with me, then I am not keeping you. I love you enough to let you be happy even if it’s without me.”

Those words send a shock through his heart. Like an icicle. Cold and sharp and unforgiving.

“ You think I don’t love you? You think YOU are the reason?,” Bucky questions before grabbing the romper from the box and holding it up “ this is the reason. This is my fault and mine alone. It’s my fault that this belongs to no one. It’s my fault that there’s an empty room in this apartment that you can’t walk into because it hurts you too much to see it empty. You deserve to be a mother and clearly, I can’t give that to you. That’s the burden I carry but it’s not one that should be put on you. I can’t give you this but you deserve it and you should have it. So this is me letting you go so you can find someone that can give you a baby. Someone who isn’t broken. Someone who doesn't have a body that doesn’t work anymore. Not in the way it should. “

“ James, “ her words a but a whisper as his name tumbles from her lips and she lets her wedding dress fall to the floor to sit next to him and hold his face in between her hands. “ That wasn’t your fault and you are not broken. I want a family, yes. I want a child. But with you. I want a family with you and it doesn’t matter if it’s my blood or not. It’s our family whichever way we decide to do this. And if we — if we stay just us and Alpine that’s fine too. I just want you and whatever else we decide on. Together. I love you, James. I love you and I miss you and I don’t want a baby if it’s not with you. A family means nothing if it doesn’t include you. Whatever the consequences of the serum are, they are not your fault. You are not broken, James. You are you. You’re a hero. A husband. And maybe one day a father but above all, you are James Buchanan Barnes, a survivor and you are not broken. “

He knows he should be saying so many things right then but all his thoughts get tangled up and won't find the way to his lips.

Instead, he says the only other thing he can think about right then.

“ You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. “

She laughs through the flood of tears that leak from her eyes and trail down her face.

“ I mean you always look beautiful but that day. My god. I honestly couldn’t believe you said yes to me — of all people. 106 year old me. Wouldn’t believe it until the moment you walked down the aisle. Then I knew that this was really the start of my new life. Of my forever. “

“ I miss you Bucky. “

“ I miss you too. “

“ I don’t want to divorce you. I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband.”

“ Even without the babies? “

“ Yes, “ she nods and brushes her fingers through his short hair. “ You are my family James and you are enough for me. Always”

“ I love you. “ he says because really, it’s the only thing he can think of. The thing he wants most. The only thing that matters.

Without another word, he pulls the ring from the box and delicately slips it back onto her finger. Where it belongs. Where it always belonged.

“ I’m sorry I was ever this stupid. I should’ve just talked to you “

“ Yeah you should have but right now can you — can you just kiss me? “

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He kisses her once, then twice, then once again. It’s been a long long time since the last time he’s kissed her. Too long. Way too long.

He’s not gonna stop anytime soon. Never again. Never ever again.

“ Hey, “ he says “ how about you slip into your wedding dress I think for all my stupid decisions I owe you a dance. “

“ I think you might be right. “

And she’s smiling, so bright and radiant. Like the sun. Like all the stars. Like his own personal light in the darkness.

“ Don’t expect too much though. I just cried, my hair is a mess — I won’t look the way you remember me looking in this dress. “

“ You’ll look gorgeous.”

And he’s right. She looks breathtaking. She looks like a wonderful, wonderful dream. Like love captured in a person. Like a second chance. Like his home.

There are a lot of thoughts racing through Bucky’s mind as he pulls her close and they sway to the melodic tunes of their wedding song as it sounds from the speakers of her cellphone. But above all there’s love. And the knowledge that he is enough. That they are enough. Their tiny little family. Perfect and not broken or missing anything. It’s good as it is.

They don’t have to think about who gets to keep the decorative throw pillows, the records they used to collect together, the plates that were a wedding gift, the cat. Because it’s theirs. Together. Shared.

And forever.

#bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female!reader #Bucky Barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x female!reader

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Do you have any headcanons for cast as humans? I mean as a human au. (If this is too big of an ask thats fine)

BOY DO I

Let me just get my tome out n read y'all the lore I've made for no reason.

Jack

Left home after graduating to join a caravan and traveled across the country. He came back home after his parent's sudden deaths. He didn't want to leave his brother to deal with the estate by himself.

He still has his van from his adventures and he wants to paint it again to symbolize his new phase in life. It still has living accomdations inside it and Jack has little desire to change it.

He has a few tattoos, such as a hurricane symbol on his neck and a snowflake above one of his ankles. Jack also has a few ear piercings he did himself and he's surprisingly good at it.

If Jack isn't driving he travels by longboard. He had a skater boy phase but it payed off since he can still do a few tricks here and there.

(Sometimes I see human Jack either as cis or trans. It depends on how im feeling. A trans Human Jack post will be seperate from this one)

He's a skilled forager and grower since he had to do that as his years as a nomad. Jack wouldn't claim he's as skilled as Aster but he can be a runner up behind him.

Jack never had a solid relationship on the road. It was very fleeting feelings but he didn't seem to mind. Settling back down at his hometown had reawakened some buried feelings though.

He's fairly well known in his hometown for being a mischievous bastard in his teen years and his past with playing on the local hockey team.

Jack would describe his aesthetic as a love child of punk and free spirited hippie lifestyle.

He has unmedicated adhd

He's 6 or 7 years older than his younger brother Manny and it can make their relationship a bit strained. These days they are trying to mend it while taking care of their parent's old home.

His hair was originally brown but he bleaches it and dyes it white these days.

Manny (Mim)

He's one of the youngest in his friend group, beating Tooth by a few months.

Manny is the 2nd shortest, Sandy being the shortest.

Jack leaving home wasn't easy for him and after a while Manny fell out of contact. He regrets it to this very day but never stopped thinking about his big brother.

He has Thalassophobia, a fear shared with Jack, and Pitch teases him endlessly about it.

He's a natural blonde and his mom used to tell him that he got it from his dad's side of the family. Manny has yet to meet any of his extended family for some reason.

Cleaning out his parents house of their things was one of the hardest parts for him and would have been impossible if his friends didn't help him. (Jack coming home really changed the game too.)

He was a fairly average kid but had a streak of being kind of mean in school. It lasted until high school but he still carries that silver tongue between his teeth.

Tooth jokes about how often Manny visits the local aquarium and he deflects any guesses she makes. North knows Manny is crushing hard on a employee there and has a code word for the guy, "Ocean Man". Aster hums the song whenever he feels like he can poke fun of Manny.

His occupation is working at a pre-school/daycare. He's shockingly amazing with children and has considered a teaching position there but he has yet to decide on it.

Manny has been called a "night owl" by all his friends since his productivity increases when the sun goes down. Thats usually the time he gets to work on all the cleaning he's missed.

He currently lives in his childhood home with his brother. Thankfully their home was paid off by their parents so they just split the bills, but they have considered getting a roomie to help with the expenses.

His dream is to have any kind of a pool in his backyard but he has to wait til the finances balance themselves out.

Pitch

Was the newest person in the group before Jack joined. He's also one of the oldest.

His occupation is a horror novel writer and lives off of coffee even when hes not crunching to meet deadlines.

Pitch fights with insomnia but Sandy convinced him to start taking medication to help him sleep. He got kind of sick hearing Pitch make quick meals at 3am and tripping over his cat.

He has a cat named Onyx and he has that backpack with a window on it that he can put Onyx in. Onyx likes it very much and if she knows hes leaving somewhere she sits by the backpack and stares at him.

Halloween is when he's at his strongest. If he feels like it, he competes with North on who has the best decorations. Jack gave Pitch the idea of using dry ice and its a feature he brings back every other year or so.

He's one of the tallest people in the group, only coming a few inches shorter than North. Contrary to people asking him, he was never into basket ball and was was in the military for a period of time.

Pitch was living a hermit life until he was adopted into the group. With his wife long deceased and freshly dumped, he softly considers it a saving grace that everyone accepted him.

Katherine

An aspiring writer, she currently works at the neighborhood library. She finds it really relaxing since its sat right by a river bed.

She tries not to bug Pitch too much but on occassion she asks him to beta read her works. His criticism and tips energize her to get her works out there ten fold. Kat really wants to write fantasy, a little romance and a lot of kid's books.

Her favorite task at work is reading to kids. Shes an animated storyteller and the kids eat her antics up.

She was great friends with Jack when they were growing up but she followed his antics on a few of his accounts online.

She listens to a lot of rock music and punk pop due to North's influence when she was growing up. He's taken to her to her first concert and she treasures the merch and memories.

She gets around by bike because she hasn't gotten her lisence yet but North gives her lessons on the weekends. Kat's become a local cryptid because everyone has seen her whiz past on her bike at least once though.

A child(Jamie) she read to got her into cryptids and now she eats up any lore she can. They like to infodump on each other when they have the time.

This is post is long enough golly gosh. If y'all are interested i can post the others but for now take these samples. (The Hockey player Jack hc n ex military Pitch hc were influenced by a lovely fic written by my friends over at @bunnimew. Their fic is Surviving On Twinkies And Hope and i highly reccomend it)

#rise of the guardians #guardians of childhood #rotgoc #jackson overland frost #jack frost #jack frost rotg #man in the moon #man in the moon rotg #mim #mim rotg #pitch black rotg #pitch black #katherine shalazar #katherine rotg #headcanons #human au #heehee the ocean man thing is an inside joke

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The Great North: Sexi Moose Adventure Review (Patreon Sign On Review for Tyler Spickel)

Hup hup all you happy people! Look up there? what do you see.. .me finally reviewing one of my faviorite new cartoons of last year and one of the finest shows fox has had in a while.

And it was good timing: at the time this aired last year animation domination wasn’t in the best place.. and really still isn’t. Simpsons and Family Guy have been running through the motoins for years (Though I hear simpsons is getting better) and sadly Bobs Burgers, as I found out trying to get back into it, had fallen into the same trap: while it hadn’t outright lost it’s mind like both Family Guy and Simpsons have on seperate occasions, it has slid into simply coasting on having been good ONCE and being good fun for the whole family much like the simpsons. It honestly breaks my heart to see the show like this: still having ocasional brilliance but mostly content to keep the characters in the same place and thus feeling the same after a while. It’s not a terrible show nor one i’ll truly forget but it’s sadly slipped into one that’s just going to go on forever without a purpose.

And despite Bobs Burgers having been a breath of fresh air the lineup badly needed, no other shows since had acomplished this with the most recent ones all feeling like they were trying to replicate the magic of shows past (with bless the harts in paticular taking place in the same world as king of the hill and trying and failing to be it’s successor). So while Great North excited me thanks to the cast, I was midlly nervous it might be yet another half assed attempt at riding past shows coatails. Thankfully this show is whole assed, a cosy, well thought out, wonderful sleeper hit that’s already been renewed for a third season and likely will get more. Will it fall into stasis? I can’t say honestly, but we’ve likely got 8 or 10 seasons before we have to worry. For now it’s a bright new source of comfort fo rme and in these times god I need it.

And I get to outline why it works thanks to Tyler, my newest patron as patrons get a new review on signup (If few months out as I want to make sure you stay at least a while). So if you want your own review on signup or your own guranteed review every month, come join my patreon

PATREON IS HERE

And come with me under the cut as we go to the greattttt north from longest night to longest day to discuss just why it slaps so much and general pilot stuff.

So we open with our family patriach Beef having gone out back because he has a tree to chop down.. several having made logs for the year, new fishing line, done some pickling and picked out his halloween costume, sully from monsters university.. all before 5:30 when his children are set to get up. It’s a great establishing moment, and not just because the monsters university joke is so oddly specific it makes me giggle, but because it sums up beef: he’s a workaholic, a dilligent worker and loves his family. He also likes saying hot dog at the beauty of nature.

Beef is played by Nick Offerman and offerman being one of the series leads was one of the biggest draws of the series for me, having utterly adored his work as Ron Swanson and frankly any time Offerman shows up it’s wonderful. And playing a fellow nature lover with a mustache, a terse demeanor and a love of hard work ... there was just no one else who could’ve played this part.

Something that’s also remarkable is that almost the whole main cast is fleshed out and ready to go from minute one. We have beef as the loving outdorsey kind patriach (if a bit clingy for plot reasons we’ll get to), his oldest son wolf an outgoing dork played by my boy Will Forte, another casting choice, his middle son ham, played wonderfully by paul rust who wasn’t a boy before this but sure is now, whose delightfully weird (introduced talking about a nice dream he had followed by a “glorious dump), Moon, the youngest son played by April Nparncha, and Wolf’s outgoing and peppy fiance Honeybee voiced by Dulce Sloan, who wants a brokeback mountain themed wedding and had a lot of time to come up with a chain of command for her celebrity guests on the drive here. The only ones who feel off in any way are Beef and Moon. With Beef while offerman is great and gets beef down pat, he gets a few moments of testorone stuff such as talking about tobins chewing their way out of an umbilical cords or a leg being “alaska broken”. Nothing major, but while he loves doing manual labor and what not, this kind of thign would stop after the pilot. Moon isn’t diffrent personality wise, he’s a ten year old in a bear suit, but Aparn would have a far better grasp on the character’s tone by the rest of the series, having him still be stoic but able to emote more easily. But i’ts still astounding they got all this in place in the span of one season.

Anyways Judy gets her intro last as she’s sleeping in till 5:45 (”How decadant”, I cannot understate how much I love Ham), and talks with her imaginary best friend Alanis Morsette.... played by the musical icon herself. Judy is played by Jenny Slate, an actress I truly adore whenever she shows up in something and is perfect as the bubbly weirdo that is judy and her interactoins with Alanis are a hoot. And while it’s not in this episode I have to point out that despite in the past having been pretty ehh on the whole David Coulier being the subject of you outta know thing, Alanis finely plays into it for a few bits and in general seems game for whatever weird stuff comes out of her imaginary mouth here. There is some piloty stuff about taking life by the ass that seems more tina belcher than Judy Tobin, but like I said they worked out those kind of kinks shockingly quickly. By as far as a few episodes later the characters are fully defined and it stretches into season 2.

Anyways Judy has a job at the point and shoot in the mall which to her is the greatest day of her life. But before she can tell her daddy guy a moose breaks into the living room, a nice way of setting up just how close to nature they are. It also leads to easily my second faviorite joke of the pilot.

Moon: Moose can get in anywhere. One broke into our school last year during a basketball game Ham: It made the winning basket then tried to kill the coach.

Said Moose has ruined judy’s ballons nad more distresingly for Beef takes his ex-wife’s bikini from the guest cabin. As it turns out Beef has.. not taken her up and leaving him well, having everyone go along with his blatant lie she’s dead, and having not gotten over her despite Cathleen being objectively the worse and later episodes only piling on the fact. Judy even flat out admits it’s better she’s gone. And it’ snot like beef dosen’t have other options. Just ask Homer, he’s on the same block.

Wolf wants to keep judy’s job under wraps as change tends to send beef into a beef melt, which while delcious sounding is really just beef having a mental breakdown and watching the entire series of the gilmore girls.... and thus beef tobin became one of the most relatable characters in all of fiction. Also more shows need to refrence gilmore girls, i’m just saying it’s a fucking masterpiece. Except day in a life, not ALL bad but it had a lot of questionable decisons packed into four hours. I also probably need to talk about Gilmore Girls someday.. dont’ know how much of a gilmore girls tumblr base there is but they’ll be getting a full belly if they want it

Point is they have to lie but this is a sitcom, so naturally their headed to where life begins after school and judy presumibly bends all the rules the mall.. and that while a sweet gesture, beef is headed DIRECTLY for her new job since he got a framed photo of her. Ham also only points this out AFTER their both in the mall and beef has a head start.

Just kidding, it is incredibly easy to love my adopted son. But he still done goofed so we get some more gags as he rescues a plant and Judy ruins any attemps to head thigns off by talking to her boss by getting distracted by her crush. Crispin. Which is REALLY funny to me in hindsight given... well i’ll again let homer take this one

Yeah for those who haven’t seen the show, Crispin turns out to not only be gay but ends up into Ham once he meets him. And I don’t find it funny because “Get it she’s into a gay man”. Because that’s never really been funny, but the show plays it well: Crispin is new so Judy had no real way of knowing.. and is actively deluding herself during the one episode she dosen’t get it as it’s transparnetly obvious to anyone Crispin is into ham, and she’s just in denial and once she gets over it she actively supports them. Granted it took a Leslie Jordon ghost to walk her up there but still, after that she’s, like any good person, entirely cool with it and Ham and Crispin have a loving low key relationshpi for the rest of the show so far and are just the best. So it’s weird going back to this even if the plot point only lasted all of one episode.

What’s also weird is Allyson, Judy’s boss, who was way more of a major character in season 1. She’s played by Offerman’s wife and frequent co-star Megan Mullaly, whose great as always and Allyson isn’t a bad character at all, it was just clear early on she was supposed to be main cast, to the point of getting a subplot entirely to herself and honeybee’s bro Jerry later in the season, and the creators decided to beef up , pun unintended but welcome, other characters rolls instead. And honestly while Allyson is alright as a character, I get why: she was supposed to be Beef’s love intrest.. but he got a better option in the same season (who hasn’t shown up all season 2 so .. boo to that) and they just don’t quite work together, something season 2 actively works on by having an episode tying a knot in the ship till both are ready, while her role as Judy’s mentor menat Judy got a LOT of focus episodes in season 1.. and while I have nothing against Judy espisodes, especially with Bethany and Drama JOhn always guaranteed to show up , the show works better as the ensemble piece it is and Alanis works better for getting exposition out. So while Alyson isn’t GONE from the show she just works better showing up when the plot actually needs Judy’s job or the mall. The show has enough main characters and as Ducktales showed, it can be REALLY hard to juggle a large main cast. It’s also why I now get why Alanis shows up less: it’s not that she got tire dof the show or anything stupid like that, it’s just that they don’t need her every episode.

Anyways after some 69 jokes, Beef naturally finds out and takes it as well as you can expect: taking a bush into a broken elevator and getting stuck. He’s also a right dick, being distant to judy then blowing up about things though it works: while what makes Beef work in the rest of the series is he’s a geninely good parent who his kids can talk to and who helps them and trusts them completely, and so far the shows nicely avoided conflicts here it’s VERY clear he’s only like this because he hasn’t processsed his trauma iwth Kathleen and his family hasn’t tried to get him to. It’s only when Judy tries to quit to placate him that Wolf steps up, showing that while a goofus... he loves his family and gets this needs to stop, admitting he wants to move with honeybee into the guest cabin. Ham also admits something: he’s gay. Which leads to a tie for episodes best joke:

Moon: Ham we know Judy: You’ve come out to us a bunch of times Ham: I have? Beef: YES AND WE LOVE YOU JUST THE WAY YOU ARE DAMMIT. Ham: THANK YOU FOR BEING AN ALLY.

Beef again melts down and leaves and the family goes to find him, with Beef, being beef having left several false trails. The family gets flares.. and Ham quickly uses his up because their purdy. God bless you.

Judy eventually finds Beef, with his leg ALASKA broken and after wanting her to leave him to die, admits part of this is worrying his whole family will leave, with Judy assuring him that’s not going to happen and confronting him with the truth he’s been trying to ignore: Kathleen isn’t dead, she left, and she wasn’t a good person and the rest of the family isn’t going to leave. They just need to change and grow. Judy having a part time job isn’t going to make her leave, nor is Wolf growing up a bit and living with his fiance.

The rest of the family find them, but soon so doe sthe moose. Thankfully as he claimed earlier, moon can FUCKING RIDE A MOOSE. so our heroes are saved, and Beef decides to move on, burying the bikini and opening Kathleen’s goodbye letter.. which is really just smell ya later with two hands flipping him off that have penis fingers.

So Beef lets go a bit, Judy has her job and wolf and honebee can have the guest cabin.. which leads to one more tremdnous joke, that tie I talked about:

Beef: I just hope some ghost dosen’t try to scare you in the middle of the ngiht into moving back into the main house Wolf: Dad please don’t dress up like a ghost and try to scare us. Beef: I’ll try.

So with life grabbed by the ass we’re out.

Final Thoughts; This episode is excellent, it sets things up well and it’s one or two flaws are fixed later. This show is truly magificent and if you haven’t checked it out it’s on hulu and with there being a break this week (the show will be back the week after) there’s no better time to binge the show thus far. You won’t regret it. Thank you tyler for getting me to review this

#fox #the great north #nick offerman #jenny slate #will forte #animation domination

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: Y/N Wears a Revealing Version of their S/O’s hero suit

God it’s been so long since I’ve done headcannons, I miss them so much! These I’m going to keep tame, cause I don’t want them to be toooo spicy!

Also, I didnt iclude Shindo and Shinso, sorry! I realized rather quickly how long these got and didnt want to bog down this post, hope thats okay!

Pairings: Mirio x reader, Tamaki x reader, Bakugo x reader, Kaminari x reader (all characters aged to 18+)

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Mirio

It would be a disgrace if I didn’t use this pic

So you had been invited to a photo shoot for a pretty high end boutique to be one of the models

Were you stoked that this extremely prestigious brand wanted you on their front cover? Yes. Were you terrified as hell? Also a fat yes.

Mirio, being the adorable boyfriend he is, was hyping you up for it

“Your going to be amazing sunshine! Ya never know until you try, ya know?”

Even with him being your support, you still felt extremely self conscious

“I don’t know...I’m not a model, I don’t think I can do it-“

“Don’t talk so negatively like that babe! What if I came with you, would that calm your nerves some?”

Your practically melted into him, giving him the biggest hug everrrr

“Oh my god would you? That would make me feel so much better-“

“Of course babe! Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it!”

So the day of, you came into the photo shoot fresh faced and pale as hell from nerves

They seperated you from Mirio, taking you to the makeup area and clothing area

You entered a room lined with extremely bright makeup stands and racks of clothing, your area in a small corner to the right with a mannequin wearing a certain set of clothes

You finally realized what you were actually modeling-and your mouth dropped

No wonder the asked you to model, being Mirio’s girlfriend-it was a sexy version of his hero suit

It was a skin tight leotard, the number “1000000” scrawled against your chest, a thick red cape draping against the back

Lemon colored glasses and thigh high blue boots completed the look, a huge gulp reverberating from your throat-

How the hell were you going to pull this off? In front of your boyfriend no less-

You pain stakingly got your makeup done and your hair, your strands pooled up like Mirio’s hair in the front and the rest cascading in bed head curls

You finally got the skin tight costume on, looking at yourself in the mirror-you felt nervous but-strangely calm-you didn’t look half bad, actually

A small smile graced your face as you walked out, your heels clicking against the floors as you walked into the photo shoot room

Now the question was where was your-

“Hey sunshine! Whoa, that get up looks great, looks pretty similar to something I wear dontcha think?” He was totally teasing you, his tone playful as he leaned into your blushing face

Suddenly your bravery was gone and you were a nervous wreck-your boyfriend was looking at you with hungry eyes, his orbs gazing over every exposed curve

“Mirio, you don’t have to look at me like that-“ you whined, feeling your cheeks burn bright red

“But I want to look at you like this babe,” he smiled, his voice dropping as he licked his lips- “you look absolutely delicious dressed up like that.”

Tamaki

“Oh cmon Tamaki, please come with us!” You pleaded with your nervous boyfriend, his brows furrowed in fear

It was the middle of October, and you and Neijire were planning to go to an early Halloween party in the middle of town

“I-I wish I could go bunny, I really do, it’s just-“

Tamaki was fiddling with is hands, his inky black hair cascading over his distraught face

He would love to go with you, but the thought of people, and dancing, and dressing up, and oh god what if they made fun of his costume-

You placed a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, sending him a reassuring smile

“No worries, Tama, I get it-just stay home and chill, I’ll make sure to come home a little early,”

“Oh-okay,” he obliged, watching you go into the bathroom to get ready

Tanaka decided to do exactly what you asked him to do-he watched some TV, ate some food, anything to calm his nerves as you got ready

After an hour or so, you emerged from the bathroom, walking into the kitchen in your full get up

Your hair was straight, see through yellow glasses covering your eyes. You wore a black leotard, the fabric hugging your curves as a beige cape draped around your thighs. Two purple belt laid against your hips, drawing attention to your plush thighs as your boots clicked around the apartment

Poor Tamaki practically choked on his cereal when you walked in-when you said you were wearing a costume, you didn’t tell him it was his hero suit!

Tamaki walked over a blush erupting over his face, “Y-y/n? W-what are you-wearing?”

You spin around, guilt pooling in your stomach as your eyes met your boyfriends flustered gaze

“I’m sorry Tamaki I should have told you! The party is “hero” themed, so I thought the best suit to wear was yours-do you...want me to take it off?”

Tamaki vigorously shook his head, his cheeks a fiery red

“N-no! Please don’t! Honestly, that’s the last thing I want...” he stuttered his shaking hands resting on your hips and pulling you gently to his chest

You had never seen Tamaki so bold-your eyes widened, your hands placed against his chest

“-but I don’t think you should go to that party tonight”

Bakugo

You ran over to Bakugo, your phone screen containing a pic of a cosplayer dressed up in full Bakugo hero suit, gauntlets and all

You legit shoved it into your boyfriends face, your face beaming- “look how cool this costume is!”

“Tch-Only I can wear my hero suit as well as me,” Bakugo scoffed, going back to eating his ramen

You looked at him distraught and disbelief- “Cmon, Bakugo, you had to admit it’s pretty cool-“

“Cool? He’s a fucking wierd ass nerd, making my hero suit...” Bakugo said under his breath, his eyes now glaring at his phone screen

You placed your hands on your hips- “So if I wore your hero suit, I would be ‘wierd ass nerd’?”

Bakugo chuckled harshly- “Yeah-but you couldn’t wear it, like I said, I’m the only one who can pull it off-“

Ha-if that fucker wanted to play, then you were here to win

You slammed your hands down on the table, your arms encasing a surprised Bakugo in between your arms

You gave him a wicked grin, making Bakugo’s crimson eyes wide with surprise-“Bet bitch.”

Y’all are so mean to each other 😳

You stomped out of the room, your mind now reeling-you had ZERO idea how to make his costume...

You quickly made a call to Mina and Momo, telling them about your predicament-Mina would help you design, and Momo would help make the materials

Both were extremely open to helping you, especially Mina-any attempt to destroy Bakugo’s overly high ego, she was down to do!

But she had a twist to your intial plan- “what if you did a sexy version of him! That’d show him!”

You weren’t exactly sure how that would do anything, but eh why not-if you could make him even more mad, this was the way to do it

Momo was hesitant to make such a lewd outfit, but you quickly reminded her of her revealing hero outfit

-she quickly agreed after that

Mina designed the “suit”-honestly it was just a bra with two orange X’s, bootie shorts with a grenade belt, and green ribbon connecting to the black thigh high boots

You complained to Mina about how uncomfortable the high heel was, which she responded with “Beauty is pain!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes

How would Bakugo’s suit be complete without the gauntlets! You three had the hardest time with that-deifnitely spent a whole day watching 3 hours worth of cosplay tutorials to make those damn things

But after many hours of snacking, hot glue guns, and screams of annoyance, you three FINALLY had the costume finished-and you couldn’t be happier! It honestly made you feel so cool and powerful...especially those gauntlets-

no wonder why he wore the clunky things, they honestly were fun to wear

You decided to wear the outfit before Bakugo came home one day, your face smug as you waited for him to enter your shared apartment

You finally heard the click of the door, Bakugo wearing his usual baggy pants and shirt he wore when he came home, his shoulder holding his duffel bag full of things

“-Hey”, he welcomed you gruffily, not even noticing your attire

“Hey yourself-“ you replied, a shit eating grin on your face as you walked over to him.

He still wasn’t looking, too busy rummaging through his bag- “Am I still a wierd ass nerd?”

Bakugo looked up, and holy shit was he in for a sight

When you said you would make his hero suit, he didn’t take it that seriosuly- you? Make his suit? Psh like that’d happen

BUT IT HAPPENED

You looked-really good in it too-he deifnitely was appreciating the extra skin that was involved 😳

You smirked at his obvious surprise, his cheeks a fiery red as you did a small spin in the suit- “How does it look?”

Suddenly you felt pressure against your wrists from Bakugo’s hands, your back now against the wall as Bakugo drank you in with his piercing red eyes

Now it was your turn to be surprised-cause crap you didn’t expect that to happen

He was now in control of the situation and he knew it-he gave you a shit eating grin, making your blood feel incredibly warm

“-it looks decent...but I think it would be better on the floor”

Kaminari

“Mina no, I’m not-“

You were in shock, flabbergasted, confused-when did they have a intimates based off of hero suits?

AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY HAVE YOUR BOYFRIENDS SUIT

“MINA YES!” she squealed, giggling as she pulled your size out of the rack

The little outfit was pretty revealing- all it was was a white lacy bralette, with a short black jacket with white lighnting bolt decal and a short black leather skirt to match

It was honestly not your thing-it also just felt wierd to wear something like this-

“Your buying it and that’s that-you needed neccesities and this-“ she shook the outfit in your face, “is a necessity!”

The girl seriosuly shouldn’t be allowed to spend money-she stuffed the outfit in her full bag of clothes, bouncing over to the register as you followed her from behind

“I needed bras Mina, not lingerie!”

Yeah she didn’t listen

You finally got home, trying on your new outfits from your shopping spree when you fell upon the set shoved in your shopping bag

The little pink sneak

You pulled it out-it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, she did buy it for you...

You quickly got into it, admiring your body in the mirror-it was tight alright, but kinda cute in ...the skirt accentuated your legs, the bra was decently comfy, and the jacket pulled the whole thing together and made it a pretty cool yet revealing outfit

Just as you were testing out how much movement you had in the leather jacket,you heard the door open to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared

“Hey babe, do we have any more toilet-“ Kamianri waltzed in, unknowingly oblivious to the scene before him, until he laid eyes on you

You never thought you saw the man blush harder-his eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks a hot shade of red as sparks of electricity flashed around his body

He obviously didn’t know how to react, and in his flusteredness, he somehow slipped on the floor, landing with a hard thud

“Denki!” You yelled out, scrambling to your ditzy boyfriend, “you okay?”

Kaminari gazed up at you, and holy crap he felt blessed- he had a full view of your exposed cleavage, a grin growing on his face as blood tricked down from his nose

“Oh no, Kami, you got a bloody nose-“ you scrambled to get him a towel, kneeling down to place it against his nose

He quickly swiped the blood away, his hands instead pinning yours against your back

“-Dont worry about that,” he grinned, his eyes a dangerous shade of yellow, “let’s worry about you babygirl...and where you got that little get up,”

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distinctlywhumpthing · 3 years

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Together 7: First lash.

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CW: explicit language and content, multiple whumpees, torture, captivity, restraints, vomit, beating, blood, welts, hunger/starvation, conditioning, dehumanization, multiple whumpers, masked whumper (clown mask), letmeknowifimissedany

They’re taking her out when I wake up. She goes quietly. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. My empty stomach is nauseatingly sour. I pace the small room. The basement floor is damp like it’s absorbing moisture from below. I think about last night. Who knows how long she was silently crying. If she’s not going to talk, I should wait until I can see her face to make sure I don’t upset her again. I don’t know who these people are or why I’m here. I hate to think what it means if someone like her, so innocent and fragile, is here and acts like that.

I follow her example and cooperate when they collect me in their ski masks even though they put a pillowcase over my head and for all I know she’s never coming back. They take me into a room down the hallway and the floor is the same concrete the whole way. I keep having to swallow. My saliva feels thick and I can’t seem to get it out of my mouth no matter how much I gulp it down.

Heavy hands force me to my knees and pull my hands over my head. They bind my wrists in restraints, tightening them until I can feel the places the cotton padding has been worn down and the leather bites into my skin. I can’t help but picture her delicate wrists as the ones that broke them in. They do the same to my ankles, trapping me in an L-shape before pulling off the pillowcase and leaving me in the dark. It smells like metal. I think I’m chained to the floor and ceiling but there’s not a single link of slack.

I vomit thick spit and bile onto the floor. My stomach continues heaving even when all that’s left is saliva dragging its way down my lower lip. It sticks to my chin when I whip my head up at the sound of the door opening. I see a silhouette before they close us into darkness. A few seconds later, a light comes on. He’s dressed exactly like the others except, instead of a ski mask, he’s wearing a clown mask. We used to put on the scary versions with bloody, unnatural mouths and wrinkles in the rubber at the team house for the Halloween party every year, snaking the hose up the neck opening to do keg stands.

His mask is just smooth white with downturned eyes and a cartoonish smile—definitely worse than Twisty. It must be lined with black mesh because I can’t see anything underneath. He stands there, jeering at me. My tongue feels like a rock and my throat is still thick. I don’t know if I should say there’s been a misunderstanding or beg or just stay silent. I go with the latter, hoping that maybe that her silence is strategic. I try not to think about her spending any time here. He takes slow, measured steps forward to pick something up, let’s it unroll so I can see. All the moisture feels gone. I can’t even swallow.

I count the first handful of swings, still managing to stay quiet except for my breath. They’re burning and sharp.

When I lose count, I start begging, “Please stop, please I’ll do anything, please!!”

The welts begin to layer themselves into a blazing, throbbing ache.

“What do you wan—nnghh—”

I can’t breathe, my face is covered with spit, snot, and drool as I scream. The air doesn’t seem to reach my lungs but I know it’s there because it’s against my legs and the belt slices through it audibly with each swing.

I’m openly sobbing now. “I don’t even know why I’m h—agghhh—”

I dissolve into pleading incoherently. There’s a moment, between each blow, as the belt drags across the back of my calves, that a wild part of my mind panics that they’re gone completely because it doesn’t feel right, the whisper sensation, even pulling through the rawness, after the sharp pain. Eventually, it changes when the leather starts to drag through blood.

—

Something touches my face and I lash out. She’s already keeping her distance so, thankfully, I don’t hit her before I realize where I am.

“M’sorry,” I croak, trying to focus on her face. I can’t let myself focus on anything else.

She’s sitting on her heels, pressed into the corner between her bed and the cabinet, her fingers twisted together. When I meet her gaze, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the floor, lowering herself into my line of sight. Her wide eyes are puffy and rimmed with red.

I hate to think of her crying again.

She tilts her head to the side, gaze slipping from my face to my legs. When she looks at me again, she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth.

I don’t know if I can push myself up to really look. My head still feels heavy and clouded, either from the pain or from however long it has been since I last ate. I look over my shoulder as best I can, head aching when my eyes reach the limit of their range of motion. My calves are wrapped in clean white gauze and so are my feet. The borders of the pain had been so blurred, I had no idea it included my feet.

“S’not so bad,” I mumble.

I look back at her, too fast, and my head swims.

“Mnnnm,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut.

When I open them after a few breaths, she’s holding a cup of water. Tilts it gently against my lips so I don’t have to move. She gets me a second cup when I finish.

“Thank you, Doll,” I say, smiling what I hope is a non-threatening smile.

She dips her head once in a nod and looks me over again, bites her lip.

“What is it?” I ask, even though I’m guessing she won’t answer.

Her eyes look up to the bed.

There’s only one reason I’m not screaming in pain and that’s because I am not moving. I can pretend that the pain is a separate entity, far away. If I move, it will migrate, overbearing and all-consuming.

“I think I’ll just spend the night here,” I say casually like I’m just going to stay at my parents’ because I don’t feel like driving back to campus. I wonder if they even care that I’m missing.

She purses her lips and looks down at the floor.

It’s wet. I know this. I can feel that my clothes are damp but it’s just as likely sweat. It doesn’t feel particularly dirty even though I’m sure it’s also not clean.

“Sweetie, I don’t think I can move,” I whisper.

That doesn’t go over well. She seems so distraught by the idea. Her eyes flick all over the room like she’s hoping to suddenly find some other way to help me as she presses her trembling lips together. I find myself willing to undergo a little suffering if there’s any chance it will comfort her.

“Okay, hey—I’ll give it a try,” I offer, unconvincing in my attempt to sound light. I start pushing myself onto my hands and knees.

She rushes to help me even though she flinches away from me and I’m pretty sure I could overlap my fingers, maybe even twice, around her upper arm. I get my body onto the bed and then she proves herself stronger than she looks when she lifts my legs, one at a time, so I don’t have to.

I’m still winded and dizzy by the time I get up there. I’ve never felt so exhausted.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” I manage to huff.

That earns me a twitch of her lip. The closest thing I’ve seen to a smile since we met.

She brings me another cup of water. Helps me drink and then gently sweeps my hair off my forehead so she can dab a cool cloth there. She refolds the towel and leaves it draped over the back of my neck before moving to sit on her bed. She tucks her feet underneath her legs and starts playing with her hair. She finds a braid, undoes it, and seperates it into two even smaller braids, quickly, over and over. I fall asleep watching her long, nimble fingers.

—

She wakes me up later, or maybe it’s the next day, with another wet cloth but the first thing I notice is that I can smell food. Her gaze directs me to the two soups sitting on the metal cabinet but she looks back at me, furrowing her brow.

“I think I can sit up,” I say, guessing her concern.

She holds onto my shoulders as I do it, even though if I went down she’d go with me. I sit with my knees up and gingerly place my feet on the mattress in front of me. It seems they only caught stray lashes, so they aren’t feeling nearly as awful as my calves. I lean my head against the wall to catch my breath. I’m sweating and dizzy from the movement, I need to eat.

She comes to sit next to me with the soup, clearly intending to feed it to me with the plastic spoon.

I smile at her. “You’re such an angel—you don’t have to do that.”

She shakes her head, looking down, like she doesn’t mind, but passes me the soup anyway.

About halfway through scarfing it down, she reaches over to rest her fingertip on the handle of my spoon before I can use it to shovel more into my mouth.

“Oh, I should probably eat slower…”

She dips her head once in a nod, then looks down at her hands.

“You should eat, too, while it’s still hot,” I tell her.

Her dark eyes trace my posture and search my face.

I insist, “I’m feeling much better, I promise. Please eat.”

She turns and I notice the whole side of her face is bruising. It wasn’t there before, they must have taken her while I was asleep. Even the corner of her eye looks bloodshot.

“Hey, your face—” I say, reaching out without thinking.

She flinches out of reach so fast that she falls onto the ground, eyes locked on my hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I apologize quickly, trying to keep my voice soft. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Honey. I swear I won’t hurt you.”

She swallows, still cowering on the floor, her lower lip trembling. She’s so afraid and skittish, with those impossibly wide eyes that do something to me.

I wait for a few more breaths but she still hasn’t recovered. “Are you okay?” I whisper.

My question seems to make it worse. She closes her eyes, her face growing lined, and her breathing starts to silently hitch. She’s crying.

“Hey, hey,” I murmur. I have no idea how to comfort her when I have no idea what she’s been through and I’m the idiot making it worse. “Please, it’s okay. It’s just you and me. We’re alright, Love.” I don’t even know her name so I keep calling her nicknames, feeling even more insensitive because maybe it’s coming off wrong. I don’t know what else to do. This is so messed up.

She blinks at me, finally meeting my eyes again, fresh tears still falling from hers.

My throat aches. “Look, really, I’m sorry. Please, come eat with me. I promise I won’t hurt you—I won’t touch you. Will you sit next to me again?” I sound desperate.

After a few more breaths, she does, coming to perch on the edge of my bed within arms reach but just barely, like a bird about to fly away.

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randomoranges · 3 years

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tonight i went on my evening walk with my mom and ran into a student and her family. she lives on the street behind mine. it was a pleasant chat but as we went our seperate ways, i made the comment about how strange it was and how can u imagine if id been wearing some shirt with a curse word or something

and it made me think. about the teacher persona and how the line btwn teacher and private life are often blurred together. what would a reaction be if it was Something Even Bigger - what if i was kissing a SO of the same gender - what if i was wearing such and such clothing - doing this - at this place - existing in a context that is other than teacher?

the incidents mentioned are real. stories that have been on the news. teachers whove posted bits of their real lives that then lost jobs, despite never doing anything wrong on the job.

the colleague bit is also true. it happened at the school i work at a few yrs ago.

anyways.

thoughts and such

Take a Walk on the Wild Side

It’s a perfect night out for a walk and so, after dinner, they put their shoes back on and head out, taking advantage of it being Friday night and not too brain dead. There’s a gentle breeze announcing the upcoming end of summer and the first soft tendrils of autumn and it’s nice – a good break from the oppressive heat of a few weeks ago.

Étienne, as always, links their arms together and chatters away as they walk. Edward is happy to listen and offers insight when needed.

They’re halfway through their walk when they hear a loud “M Édouard?!” and Étienne let’s go of Edward’s arm on instinct.

A few steps later, it turns out that the voice belongs to one of Edward’s students and she’s out walking with her parents, the family dog and her sister.

The girl is excited to see her teacher not at school and then nearly does a double take when she realises that M Étienne is also out walking with M Édouard.

There’s polite chitchat that goes around – general comments from the kids, pleasantries from the parents and all the while, both Étienne and Edward put on pleasant smiles while one recurring thought runs through their head. Are they still safe?

They hadn’t been doing anything untoward, but even if the girls hadn’t noticed anything, surely the parents must have seen that they’d been walking together with their arms linked.

Étienne hates that he’s bothered by it, while Edward wonders if this is going to turn into a thing.

“Do you live nearby?” The mother asks and the question is open enough that they can save face if they want to.

But do they?

There’s nothing criminal to what they’d been doing. An evening walk just like this family. They had lives outside of work and what they did after school shouldn’t matter to anyone. Yet, for some reason, Étienne and Edward both feel as though they’d been caught red handed committing some heinous crime and the feeling is nauseating.

“Other side of the bridge, that ways about,” Edward motions with his hand and his student exclaims that her house is that way as well, because of course it would.

As it turns out, they live on the street right behind them and Étienne marvels at how they’ve never run into each other before.

The sister asks where he lives and Étienne laughs, thankful for the innocence of children. Because, obviously, two men walking together at night would not be living together.

He’s relieved.

He’s also a little saddened.

Disappointed, really.

Étienne gives as vague as an answer as possible and satisfied, the girls chatter excitedly amongst themselves, while the adults wrap up the conversation and then leave, wishing each other a lovely weekend.

Once they resume their walk, Étienne can’t find it in him to link their arms together and Edward takes an extra step to the side. They walk, silent, lost in their own thoughts, and it’s only once they’ve crossed on the other side of the overpass that they glance in each other’s direction.

They share a look that seems to ask if any of what had happened was real, and finally, Étienne cracks first, a desperate chuckle escaping. Edward joins soon after, a full on nervous laugh and soon, both of them are wheezing at the absurdity of the situation.

It is both a coping mechanism and unwinding, but when they finally catch their breath again and resume their walk, it feels less loaded. Edward steps back close and Étienne lets their hands brush together, until he wraps a finger around Edward’s own.

“Perhaps we should move. Change names. Jobs. Leave the country.” Étienne offers, only a little serious.

“I’m honestly surprised it took this long for us to run into a student.”

They look at each other again and fall silent, contemplating the situation.

“Do you think the parents know? Or the girls? – Do you think this will get out?” Étienne voices the questions that had been burning both their minds and the fears that come with it. It’s one thing mentioning in the school agenda that discrimination won’t be tolerate against religion, skin colour and sexual orientation, but it’s another to put it in practice towards staff. There’s a million and one different ways to make it look like they’re being canned for something different, if the school wants to.

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know and I don’t know what would be worse. God – and we weren’t even doing anything bad.”

That’s the problem with teaching. There is no such thing as a “private life.” They’ve heard the stories. One “bad” photo on social media and a career finished. One bad day that leads to dismissal. They’re lucky they have elementary students, but still.

Edward remembers the horror fiasco that had happened a few years ago to a colleague of his. An innocent video that had been cut and changed look as though his colleague was saying hate messages. It had blown out of proportion. Parents had been frightened. The police was called. Interventions were made. The man left the school, on his own terms, deciding it would be best for him and the school. Even though he was innocent. Even though his words had been taken out of context. Even though he’d done nothing wrong.

Would this happen to them?

It’s a sobering thought.

Yet, Edward isn’t ashamed of who he is. Neither is Étienne. They are proud of who they are. They believe people should be allowed to be themselves.

Then why is it that they feel such fear?

“I guess we won’t know until Monday,” Étienne says, trying to be reassuring, “We’ll play it by ear and hope for the best. As you said, we weren’t doing anything wrong.”

“Yeah – you’re right...” He falls quiet for another moment and then lets out a frustrated puff of air, followed by a short laugh, “At least we weren’t in a strip club,” He says, trying to be light.

“What?”

“When I was doing my internship. One of the teacher’s at the school, he told us of this anecdote. He’d gone to a friend’s stag party at a strip club. And one of the stripers was a student of his – I forget if she was a current or former student. He was mortified, but she recognised him and went right over, calling out to him as if there was nothing wrong. I mean – there’s nothing wrong with working in a club, but the relationship dynamic makes it a little awkward. Or – I would feel awkward. I wish I had her level of confidence though – not be afraid that a student seeing us together might cause a minor scandal and our jobs,” He adds as an afterthought.

Étienne reaches for his hand again, gives it a squeeze and then links their arms together. Edward sags against him and is happy when they turn on their street, close to home, where it’s safe.

“We’ll be fine – whatever happens, we’ll be fine.”

Edward wants to believe him and hopes Étienne will be right.

It’s a different evening, days and weeks and months and maybe even years later. Different yet similar. Another late September evening with a gentle breeze and the promise of autumn to come. It’s night time by the time they go out for their evening walk and it’s a little chilly – a perfect excuse for Étienne to link their arm with Edward, as they’re often known to do.

They chatter away, about one thing and the next, and Edward is happy to listen and provide feedback when needed.

They’re halfway through the walk, when they hear a shout of “M Édouard?!” and approach the voice, Étienne never letting go of Edward’s arm.

It’s a student from Edward’s class, who is surprised to find his teacher out for a walk and not in a school setting. He’s with his own family; parents, an older sibling and the family dog. The kid does a near double take when he notices Étienne and can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that he’s run into two of his teachers outside of school, even if he thinks it’s cool.

The adults exchange polite conversation and eventually the older sibling asks if they live close by. This time, Edward does not shy away from his answer and says that yes, they both have their place not far from here, on the other side of the overpass.

Both student and sibling seem amazed, remarking on how they live literally a block away from there. Étienne laughs, commenting on the smallness of the world, and telling them to come by their street at Halloween, to get candy – at the house with the haunted garage.

The kids’ faces light up, eager and excited, and the older sibling knows where the house is – having gone a few years back and how cool it had been. Amused, the adults wrap up their conversation, and after wishing each other a pleasant weekend, both groups head their own way.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #au #fic #teacher au

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