#cindy just take the compliment

[beautification-tales]

The Secret

Cindy tiptoed through the dark hallway of the dormitory, her heart racing like a caged animal. The faint glow of the emergency lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making every creak and groan sound like an ominous warning. She paused outside of Greg's room, her knuckles white as they tightened around the keycard. With a deep breath, she swiped it across the reader and pushed the door open.

“Hey Greg can you talk? I have something I need to tell you?” Cindy whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. Greg, who was lying on his bed, turned his head in her direction. In the dim light, she could see the surprise in his eyes before he sat up and switched on the lamp.

“I know it’s weird for me to come straight to your room like this… but I can’t keep this secret anymore.”

Greg studied her face for a moment, a mix of confusion and curiosity written all over it. "Okay... what's going on, Cindy?"

She took a deep breath and forced the words out. "I have a crush on you. I mean, I really like you. Like... a lot." Her cheeks flushed crimson as the words hung in the air between them. “I know it sounds so childish to say it like that but… I know you like me too.

He gave her a sympathetic smile, trying to make her feel better. "Cindy, I appreciate the compliment, but I don't see you like that. I mean, you're my friend, and I care about you a lot, but... not like that." Cindy looked down frowning for a moment but then shook her head and smiled. “No, Greg I know that you really really like me. That’s why I’m being honest with you right now.”

Greg chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, Cindy, but I don't think you understand. You're my best friend, and I could never... I mean, not like that. It wouldn't be right." He paused, hoping she'd take the hint and leave. "Look, why don't we talk about this tomorrow? When we both have more time to think about it?"

“No… I want to talk about this now! What do you mean by ‘you could never’” Cindy pouted. Greg sighed, feeling a bit guilty for hurting her feelings. "Look, Cindy, it's not that I don't like you or anything like that. It's just... I'm not attracted to you in that way." He paused, searching for the right words to explain. "You're like a sister to me. I mean, I care about you a lot, and I want the best for you, but... I don't see you as a romantic partner or anything like that."

Cindy looked down at herself. She had a cute face underneath her glasses but she did lack the assets that Greg enjoyed on a woman. Cindy smiled and reached into her backpack revealing a bracelet. “I also wanted to show you this Greg.” Greg looked at the bracelet with curiosity. It was quite large and made of bronze with ancient writings upon it. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Greg took the bracelet from her and examined it closely. "Where did you get this?" he asked, intrigued. "I found it in the library. It was hidden in one of the books. I've been researching it and I was keeping it a secret from you until now. It’s the reason why I know you like me as much as I like you.”

Cindy placed the bracelet on her arm as sparks started to go off around her body. Her eyes began to glow as it felt as if electricity filled the air. “What’s happening?” Greg asked, clearly frightened. Cindy smiled, her eyes still glowing. "I’m sorry I kept this secret from you but I’m unnnnh I’m." Cindy began to moan involuntarily as the bracelet’s magic power flowed within her. The bracelet disappeared in a flash as Cindy continued to moan. Greg watched in awe as her mousy short hair turned jet black and flowed down her back.

Her glasses fell off, revealing piercing emerald eyes. Her small frame stretched, making her seem taller, and her clothes tightened against her body as her breasts began to expand. Her moans grew deeper and huskier as her body grew. Her Lips became blood red as they plumped and her face stretched and changed. She let out a grunt as her shirt tore to make room for her massive breasts. Greg looked down and could not believe the sight as her waist thinned and her hips exploded out. He could make the outlines as her body filled with muscle. The sound of lightning filled the room as light began shining on her clothing as they began to morph and change into a purple and black outfit that Greg knew so well. “ Holy fuck you’re Umbra?!”

“Mmmm yes Greg” Cindy’s new voice oozed with sensuality as Greg adjusted himself on his bed. “I told you, I I knew you wanted me.” She purred as she walked up to him and looked down at his boxers. Greg gulped as he found the courage and squeeked “how…?”

“Well after I found the bracelet and became my superhero self I started fight crime as you know.” She flexed her arm showing an impressive bicep. “I found that I was strong, super fast, I could fly and could hear my name said across the globe”

“You have … super hearing?” Greg asked, a little stunned.

Cindy nodded, her breasts swaying delicately beneath her. "Yes, and I found that I could control it, sort of. I can focus on a certain person and I can hear everything they say, even if they're across the world." She winked at him, her eyes sparkling. "And can you imagine my surprise when I heard my name being called but not for help….well not in danger kind of help.”

Greg swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "So, you've been listening to me this whole time?" he asked, feeling a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a strange kind of excitement.

Cindy nodded, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "Oh yes, my dear Greg. I've heard every thought, every moan, every time you've touched yourself thinking of me." Her voice was husky now, and Greg could feel himself growing even harder. " Am I your type now?” She asked, stepping closer to him.

Greg couldn't believe this was happening. His fantasy girl had become real, and she wanted him. He could feel his heart racing as he looked into her emerald eyes. "You're perfect," he managed to croak.

Cindy in a lightning flash removed Greg’s boxers as she sat upon his lap putting just enough weight on him as she smiled. "Oh you're not so bad yourself." She breathed into his ear. "I've dreamt of this moment for so long." Her hand slid down between their bodies and she gripped his hardness. "Now, I'm going to give you what you want."

Her hand began to stroke up and down his length, her muscular thighs squeezing him with each movement. Greg gasped, arching his back as pleasure coursed through him. He could feel her other hand slide around to cup his balls, massaging them gently. "I have so much power as Umbra but this power is my favorite now," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Her breasts brushed against his chest as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above his. He could feel her nipples harden against him, and he ached to taste them. With a soft moan, she finally kissed him, their tongues tangling together as she continued to stroke him. Greg couldn't believe how good this felt. He'd never been with a woman as strong, as confident, or as desirable as Umbra…Cindy.

“Fuck me Greg. You can’t say no now. My ultimate power is making you mine." She moaned, her voice deep and husky. As she continued to stroke him, her hips began to move in a rhythm that matched her hand. Greg could feel the heat from her body, the strength in her grip, and the wetness between her legs. He could barely contain himself as he fought to keep control.

Finally, she pulled off her costume bottom as her stiletto boots stayed on her body. She slid on Greg as he groaned, feeling her heat and wetness around him. He held her close, feeling her muscles rippling under his fingertips as she moved with him. Her breath came in quick gasps, her hips bucking against him as she took control of the rhythm.

"You feel so good," she panted, her eyes half-closed. "So big just as I dreamed." She leaned forward, her breasts swaying free above him, and kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his. Greg arched his back, moaning into her mouth as he felt the familiar tugging sensation building inside him. He knew he was close.

Cindy seemed to sense it too, and she increased the pace of her hips, her body moving in perfect sync with his. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and he could feel the strength and power emanating from her. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. She was like a goddess, a superheroine who had finally come to claim him as her own.

As he felt the climax building inside him, he thrust his hips forward, unable to contain himself any longer. He groaned her name as he came, feeling his release spill deep inside her. She cried out, her body shuddering beneath him, and Greg knew she had found her own release too. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, with a contented sigh, she slid off of him and sat on the bed beside him. She looked at him with a soft smile, her emerald eyes filled with affection. "Stan Lee had it half right…” Greg turned and looked deeply into her eyes. “With great power comes the ability to fuck your crush” Greg laughed as they embraced and kissed again.

#beautification #transformation #breast expansion #f2f transformation #bimboification #musclegrowth #superheroines

[barredandromeda]

you dont understand how much i love heather and lacy and cindy lou who like. conan wants to be heather. olivia wants to be lacy. sabrina want to be cindy. and allll for dif reasons

conan's heather is a girl whos just so nice. so so nice and that makes it worse that he just cant like her. because as much as he would like her, she has the eyes of the one guy he likes. heather is so much better than him in that boy's eyes, and he wants to be like that so bad

olivia's lacy is the girl who has everything olivia wants. she cant help but admire her, yet hate her at the same time. how is it fair that lacy gets everything olivia wants? she's the greatest thing to exist and olivia despises her for it and wants to be who she is so bad

sabrina's cindy is a girl who took sabrina's place. even if sabrina tries to move on her mind will always be stuck on the past, and how easily cindy took the space she'd been forced out of. bc of how much she misses her past, she wants back her place that cindy took so bad

Only if you knew how much I liked you / But I watch your eyes as she / Walks by / What a sight for sore eyes / Brighter than the blue sky / She's got you mesmerized while I die

I'm not even half as pretty

But you like her better / Wish I were Heather

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel / But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she / Walks by

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell? / Dear angel Lacy

But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere / The sweetest torture one could bear

I feel your compliments like bullеts on skin / Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate / Wеll, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

You got the one thing that I want

Try to rationalize, people are people, but / It's like you're made of angel dust

Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me / You poison every little thing that I do / Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately / And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you / Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

I saw you laughing in one of his pictures / But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger

Maybe he met you somewhere in the desert / While he was soul-searching, he found someone better / Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do / Cindy Lou Who

Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed

If you're waking up now in his old bed / At his family's house, know that you're just / Breaking my heart

And I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissin' / The boy who I love who's now in love with you / Cindy Lou Who

#these are just my interpretations btw. may be wrong to the actual meaning but this is what it means to me #uhghgh i love them #i can characterize my blorbos and their relationships into them. actually<3 #conan gray #heather by conan gray #olivia rodrigo #lacy by olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter #cindy lou who by sabrina carpenter #i wanted to write the lyrics so i could cherrypick and also Bold stuff #<3 #musica #Spotify

[girlreviews]

Review #198: The B-52’s, The B-52’s

There’s a good few records on this list that I know inside out, back to front, upside down, backwards, like the back of my hand, and I have since I can remember. This is one of them. It has never not been part of my life, and how fucking cool is that? I don’t know a time where I didn’t know these songs, and I love that for me.

People sleep on The B-52’s and I’m not really sure why. It became increasingly uncool to like them in the 90’s as grunge became more of a thing (as if I cared, I was like, 4). They were too silly and unserious in a cultural moment that was very moody. And they are a little, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t fucking amazing. They’re like, The Talking Heads but take away the ego and pretentiousness, keep all the talent, and just make it fun. And I adore The Talking Heads, so that’s no shade, it’s just compliments to both. Because I also love fun. And I think The B-52’s really let the women shine, because their vocals stole the show, as well as everything else about them.

So these guys were in a band and they came up with way out there concepts and lyrics that didn’t necessarily mean much but my good god was the music incredible. INCREDIBLE. Planet Claire, an ode to, I assume, The Twilight Zone, coming in hot with all these quirky beeps and boops and this building creeping bass. Maybe Claire was a weird girl. Maybe she was offputting. I don’t know, but if I were Claire I’d be proud to have inspired such a song as this, that’s all I’m saying.

We all (I hope), are familiar with Rock Lobster. Okay so Family Guy brought this even further into the mainstream and made it even more silly than it already is, but I’m not budging on this, it’s a genuinely incredible song. It’s art. They have such a particular sound and aesthetic, you always know when you’re listening to The B-52’s. Fred Schneider’s sprechgesang, and call-and-response to Cindy Wilson and Kate Pierson, whose voices pair together like no others. It’s just like, a party, in my ears, every time. And it’s one with a very specific guest list. IYKYK. They yell and stamp and make sound effects with their voices like their actual lives depend on it.

The silly is juxtaposed with such serious though. If you took away the lyrics, the accompanying music isn’t as lighthearted. It’s still fun as hell, but it’s twisted and I can’t imagine playing it without a furrowed brow and gritted teeth. It sounds like space travel. No wonder so many of their songs refer to space. This whole feeling could be to do with the unusual tunings they are known for using in their earlier work.

Speaking of which, my favorite track on this album has always been and remains There’s A Moon In The Sky (It’s Called A Moon). It showcases everything about their whole thing that I think makes them special, but I have never got over their literal hollering of:

“If you’re in outer space

Don’t feel out of place

Because there are thousands of

Others like you

Others like you

Others like you

Well there’s a moon

It’s in the sky

It’s called a moon

And everybody is there

Please don’t worry

Don’t worry

Others like you

OTHERS LIKE YOU”

It always felt like by the end of it, they were kind of just insisting that not only were there others like me somewhere out there in the universe, but there were others out there in the universe… That liked me.

If you haven’t spent time with The B-52’s, they are like old friends. They’re like your favorite thrift store find. Your favorite old sweatshirt. Something irreplaceable. One of a kind. And if you really spend time with them you’ll realize how many bands after them they really influenced.

Others like you!

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #the b52s #rock lobster

[captainjimothycarter]

94 & 10, Steggy

sorry for this being late, I've been sick af and trying to work on steggy secret Santa. I should be working on that but my focus does not exist in this state.

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He's flown many times in his life, flying should've just been as easy as breathing. Yet each time had to step on a damn plane felt like he was taking his life into his own hands.

Steve did not like flying, even as a kiddo. Most of the time he’d spent with his face buried into his mom’s side, until she taught him how to channel his anxiety into something productive, like braiding hair. Now as an adult, with a little one of his own, he was having to face the music that he just wasn't cut out for flying.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Sarah asked, feeling how tense her daddy got when the plane had taken off. It was promised to be smooth sailing and only a seven-hour flight. Plenty of time for her to get a nap in before they went out to explore. "You're not breathing, like when Uncle Clint saw a rabbit that one day at the park. Remember?"

He remembered how Clint tensed up at the sight of the white rabbit, jaw clenched and how he didn't even breathe until Bucky and Natasha had to get him away, and dragging a muscular 6'3 frame was not easy.

"Yeah," he muttered, finally remembering to breathe and trying not to let it be known he was gasping for air. He breathed deeply, calming until he felt his hands clenching the arms of the middle seat relax some. "Sorry, baby girl. Flying isn't exactly fun for me as it is for you."

Sarah made everything into an adventure, even something as simple as trotting down to the corner store was filled with fighting pirates and bad guys, using the shadows as a sort of puzzle. He'd written down most of what he could about her games, wanting to keep some dialogue of her innocent childhood, something to look back on, but her games, her imagination, were so complex that only she seemed to understand it.

"You get scared," it wasn't a question but a keen observation for a seven-year-old. She saw how tense her Daddy was when they took off, the way his fingers were now kneading the leather. "Can you braid my hair, Daddy? I want braids for when we land and braiding calms you down."

She was always so sweet, taking care of him when he should be taking care of her. Yet, here they were. Steve smiled at Sarah, leaning over to press his lips against her temple. "That's a wonderful idea, baby girl. Thank you for being so sweet to me."

"I should’ve done this earlier, but no time like the present," Steve noted, poking her nose lightly as she lifted the arm of the chair so there was more room between them. She turned around so her head was at his disposal, long dirty blonde curls cascading down her back.

It felt nice to fall into this rhythm of gathering her hair up between his fingers. He was a natural at braiding, learning the different techniques and how not to make it give Sarah a headache. He adored how adorable she looked after, showing the braid off to everyone.

One strand of hair over the other, secured with a bobby pin to be sure it didn’t escape. Listening to Sarah's humming seeing her reading the book she’d brought.

Steve continued to work, getting lost in the motion as the time slowly weaned on, listening to the slumbering snores of those around them, save for their seatmate who was well engrossed in her book. He caught her eye, her pretty brown eyes twinkling with delight as she tilted her head to look at the work that Steve had done. 

"You did an amazing job," she noted, earning a bashful smile for her compliment. "You have quite the skilled hands. When I was her age, any attempt to braid my heart resulted in a screaming match, one tantrum, and forced braids that made me look like Cindy Lou-Hoo.”

Steve laughed at that, a deep belly laugh that caused his head to throw back, his hand thrown over his chest. That sort of laugh, in anyone, always brought out a smile in Peggy - something about the manner he laughed told her that it was rare that he'd often do it.

"I'm very lucky when it comes to Sarah," he informed her, kissing his daughter’s temple. "Very lucky, indeed. She's been quite an easy, honest child and I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

“Unfortunately for my brother, my niece is known to take after me and that's caused some rift in the family," she chuckled, holding her hand out. "I'm Peggy, by the way."

"Steve and this lovely gal is my daughter, Sarah.”

Peggy smiled at the introduction to Sarah, even shaking her hand. She seemed almost nervous as she fidgeted with her book and set it aside. “If it’s not too much to ask, would you like to braid my hair? You’re just still tense and it seems to take your mind off things.”

Steve felt his face heating up, clearing his throat. Was he really that readable? "It would be my pleasure, ma’am. Let’s get you comfortable, here lean back into me.”

Steve settles himself behind Peggy, working her luscious, thick curls between his fingers. There was something familiar about the scent, the way that it wafted over him, reminded him of spending days with little Sarah in his arms, in the middle of a garden, just after it rained. The scent wafted off of her as he started to braid, weaving, plaiting, the curls were soft and he found himself falling enjoying the manner her curls felt, the scent coming off of her.

"Harley told me that in some cultures, someone braiding another’s hair means that you two are married," Sarah spoke up, breaking Steve's reminiscing. 

"Well, I didn’t know that! That’s an interesting thought," Peggy mused, glancing back to Steve and spotting the red flush on his skin. “Do you two follow that culture?”

"No!” Steve said this far too loud and too fast, wanting to pull away to cover his face. “I-I mean, no ma’am, we do not.”

“Miss Peggy," Sarah said, a bit too innocently for Steve’s liking. "We don’t but-but-but Daddy or you might. Where are you taking Daddy on a date, if you do?"

Steve had to admit he choked on his breath at his daughter's sudden question. Oh, no wonder she sounded far too innocent.

He couldn't even bring himself to look at Peggy now, honestly, a nervous laugh coming from the depths of his chest. He glanced over at her, Peggy's cheeks were stained a deep shade of pink, adorable and highlighting the freckles of her cheeks. He had half a thought of pressing his lips against her cheeks, of feeling as if they were just as warm as they looked.

"Darling," Steve says consciously, still finding his voice and looking over to Sarah. "Sweetheart, while that's sweet, I doubt Miss Peggy is even flying to Ireland and I'm sure she has her plans."

He's rewarded with a slight pout and Sarah looks dejected, but her shoulders slump in understanding that adults were busy and adults had their jobs and lives and couldn't drop everything on a child’s whimsical thoughts.

Thankfully, Peggy seems to understand and doesn’t get offended. She glances just over her shoulder at them, humming in response for a moment. "Unfortunately, you're right. I'm heading nowhere fun. I'm simply visiting family in London."

She didn't bother to hide the not-so-pleased tone in her voice over this fact either. He frowned slightly, tilting his head some. "Family is rough. God knows I try to avoid hanging with my extended family. I don't know how my mom got to be related to such a jackass too. It's why we're flying to Ireland for Sarah's birthday, trying to put as much distance between us and my Uncle as possible. Sarah asked if we could go to Ireland to see where I grew up."

Sarah had been interested in the conversation, leaning closer to rest her chin over her dad's shoulder. "Daddy is amazing with telling stories and telling about history! He makes really, really good bread too! Like the best soda bread and makes it better than Grandma Sarah."

He’s worried that they’ve somehow offended Peggy, given how quickly she falls quiet and how her brow pinches together.

Steve could see the gears turning in her head, the thoughts passing through. most likely thinking of what she had to do once she got to her home country. It surprises her, just as he's finished she turns to Sarah and smiles.

"Well, I've thought about it," she said, "And you're right, Miss Sarah, I think I would have more fun with the two of you. I'd like to join you two, as long as I'm not interfering with quality father-daughter time."

Steve tried not to hold his breath, hearing his daughter's sharp intake of breath. He didn't want to get his hopes up, Miss Peggy was pretty, she was interesting, and more importantly, Sarah seemed to love her. He shouldn't hold his breath in such a manner that she'd want to spend time with them.

This was just some Hallmark pipe dream, right?

"Daddy?" Sarah's voice squeaked, clinging to his arm. "Can she? Pretty please?"

Now how could he deny that and his little one saying please in such an adorable manner? Those puppy dog eyes didn't help either.

He smiled at Peggy, nodding his head. "You're more than welcome to join us, ma'am. I hate to ask but what about your family? Aren't they expecting you?"

Peggy shrugged her shoulders, fingers trailing over the delicate, elegant braid that Steve had weaved for her. "What about them? They're right prats who just want to sit there in a stuffy home and squabble over Nana's will and what is left over and whatnaught. They can sit there and squabble between themselves, I'm much better off with the two of you, After all, how else would I get such an amazing braid and even more amazing soda bread?"

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Fanfic Mashup, I'll be doing these for today since I cannot concentrate.

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Steggy Prompt #Peggy Carter #Steve Rogers

[livingkore]

The Perfect Girl (Part 1)

TW: drugs, mention of miscarriage (not reader’s though), curse words, silly grammar mistakes ‘cause English is not my first language.

Notes: This was supposed to be a long one-shot but I got carried away, so there’s gonna be a second part but it’s not gonna be a massive fic. Also this is my first time writing, I guess this is what Eddie Munson does to people, huh. 

"Oh my God, Chrissy, are those the new Nike bike shorts?" Cindy asked dramatically pointing to the girl's legs.

"Yeah..." she giggled "Yeah, my aunt went to Indianapolis last summer and she gave them to me."

"Ah, of course" Cindy laughed uninterested "It must be nice to be able get new clothes, not like Hawkings lastest..."

Y/N couldn't hear anymore of that conversation.Maybe it was the blinding lights in the cheerleading locker room, or maybe she couldn't stand Cindy Davis' attitude,or maybe it was the throwing headache she has been having for a few days that didn't help at all.

She rolled her eyes, she would have to shower at home.

"Are you leaving so soon?" Cindy asked her with a frown on her face.

"I am, I'm not feeling very well, I- maybe I should recover at home, you know, I don't want to be sick for the next match."

"Sure, we can't be all Superman"

'What was that supposed to mean' Y/N asked herself.

"How do you know about Superman?" Janice asked at her side, tying her shoes.

"How could I not?" the leader of the cheerleaders scoffed "Have you seen Christopher Reeve?"

"Yeah, well I'm going, so see y'all later"

"Take care, Y/N" Chrissy said.

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Maybe it was Cindy, after all, because the moment Y/N left the school, she felt much better. Still she chose to walk the long way home through the forest. 

It hadn't been a particularly rough week. In fact, it was Wednesday and still she felt like a Sunday Morning.

Suddenly, she blinked. But it was the longest blink she took.Once she opened her eyes, she saw static everywhere.

Damn, maybe she fell and had a concusion? She couldn't remember.

Her head was spinning and so seemed the ground all around her.

"Hey, hey, hey!" a voice at the distance snapped her out of it.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled.

"What? What for?"

"N-nevermind" In front of her stood no other than Eddie Munson, with a curious and worried look on his face.

"Are you okay? Am I okay? Do I have something on my hair? Why are you looking at me like that?" he carefully touched his long locks.

"N-no, no. What? Like what?"

"Like I've got something on my hair."

"You're fine Munson. I-" She suddenly stopped "You sell drugs, right?"

"Shh, sh, sh, sh, shhh!" he interrupted her "Are you out of your mind? You can't go saying those things!"

"Everyone knows, anyway"

"Everyone except the police, it seems. Why are you-- Oh my god, don't tell me that Hawkins' Sweetheart Y/N L/N is going down a bad path!" he gasped audibly.

"I don't know what are you talking about. I'm not Hawkins' Sweetheart"

"Of course you are... I mean, with the whole cheerleading look and the good grades... and your friends..."Y/N continued walking, not knowing how her body could react to the compliment.

"I have had this headache for days, don't you have anything for that?" she tried to ignore him.

"I'm not a pharmacist, sweetheart. Don't you have an ibuprofen at home?" Eddie the Freak walked by her side.

"It's not doing anything. There is a match next Friday, I can't keep feeling like this."

"Do not fret, L/N. I think I have something that might be able to help".The boy pulled up a ziploc bag out of the pocket of his pants.

"How much is it?" She asked wincing.

"For you? 20 bucks, what do you say? You'll sleep just fine."

"Deal" ------------------------ It's been two days since she last spoke to Eddie Munson and yet she didn't feel any better.

Perhaps because she didn't smoke anything since that last day.

How could she when she had never tried weed before? She was scared of how her body would react and how was she suppossed to roll up a joint?

She sighed, her forehead touching the cold steel of the locker. It's not like she could go and ask him without risking her reputation.

"Hey, why the long face?" Chrissy asked next to her. "We got a match in like half an hour and later Jason is throwing a party, so even if we loose there is no reason to be sad."

"Oh, I don't know about a party Chrissy, I've been tired lately."

"Come on! You're gonna have a great time"

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Y/N sobs could be heard from the hall, but she didn't care. She didn't know at what point she ended up in an empty and dark classroom. The pain was unbearable and it made her extremely photophobic. 

It was alright, though. Her crying got lost over the people cheering Hawkings victory. Or maybe they were already at Jason's.

Suddenly the classroom door open violently making her scream.

"Jesus Christ, L/N. You scared the shit out of me!" a familiar silhouette put his hand on his chest "I thought there was some kind of shapeshifter calling for its prey"

In the entrace stood once again Eddie Munson.

"A-Are you insane?!" she yelled "Are you stalking me, Munson?"

"What? I'm not that of a freak. What are you doing here?"

She passed right next to him, her face illuminated by the moonlight.

"Nothing, I'm leaving." She opened the classroom door.

"Have you been crying?"

"Good night, Munson"

"Wait, can I help you?" She was leaving, dammit. It wasn't time for her body to freeze. "I assume the weed didn't help, right?"

She slowly turned around and with a embarassed whisper confesed:

"I didn't smoke it."

"Why not? Weren't you supposed to smoke it before the match?"

"I don't know how, alright?" she sighed frustrated "I've never smoked, I can't do it alone." The boy smiled tenderly.

"You could have asked, you know. I'm up for a smoke anytime"

"You know I can't" the girl frowned.

"Of course you can, it’s not that-- Oh, I get it." his enthusiasm dissipating in the air "Hawkings Sweetheart can't be seen with Eddie the Freak."

"Don't say it like that" she tried to look anywhere else.

"Like it is?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It's not like that..."

"Then you'd come to smoke one, right?"

"Right now?" It was her turn to raise her eyebrows.

"Yeah, right now. Friday night. I've just finished a campaign and I've got nothing else to do tomorrow."

"Sure, now it's a good time, I guess".

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"Ah, here we are." He welcomed her to his trailer "It's not Steven Harrington's house but..."

"I think it's lovely" She smiled not knowing where to look.

"Y-you do?"

"Yeah, I think it's got personality... just like you, actually" she said staring at a couple of beer bottles in the corner.

The silence dominated the conversation for a moment until Eddie exclamed:

"Aha! This is on me, keeep your stash for another day"

Y/N felt like a pigeon entering an office. She didn't know where to face, she had never been in a place like that. It sure wasn't Steve's house, but it still looked like it after a party.

She slowly walked to Eddie's bedroom, where he was waiting for her in a big matress on the floor. His bed.

It was an interesting place, to say the least. A big old amp stood there in a corner while an electric guitar hanged in front of a mirror. She noticed it was the only thing shining in there.

"Come on! I should be the shy one, I didn't expect any visitors. Let alone for Y/N L/N to stood in my room." He said with a cigarette filter in his mouth "Not that you see me complaining".

She looked at the boy, almost remembering he was in the room, and sat in the matress, noticing some stains.

"Yeah, those stains... "Munson looked around for answers "Those stains... I- I don't know what they are. They could be anything, really." Y/N giggled for the first time in the week and she wasn't stoned yet. "I really mean it." he continued "When I said, I didn't expect visitors tonight, I mean. Wasn't Carver throwing a party?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"That's my salary right there. Although, I used to make more when Hargrove was around"

"Right." the girl looked at his hands working on the joint "I didn't feel like going"

"Why not? I bet your friends are going to be asking for you tomorrow"

She stared at an Ozzy Osbourn poster that stared back at her with a weird expression.

"No, they are not. I mean... I told Chrissy I wasn't going so..."

"There you go." Eddie handed her the joint and a black lighter and she grabbed them like they burned. Slowly, the cheerleader put the joint between her lips. 

"So now you got to light it" He grinned.

"Hmm... yeah, yeah" she mumbled.

She tried it, once, twice. The lighter didn't go off.

"You don't have to do this, if you don't want to..."

"No, no... I-" she tried once again, and again and nothing. "I can't light it. I think I hurt my finger"

"Here, let me" Eddie took the lighter from her hand quickly checking her index finger didn't have a blister. Then she approached her and lighted the joint in her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers, no matter the proximity. "You gotta inhale now, sweetheart" he smiled.

"Y-yeah" she didn't notice she was holding her breath.

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"Have you seen the way Patrick was looking at me after I talked with Jason? He HAS to ask me out now! By the way, I don't recall seeing you at the party last night, Y/N." Cindy looked at her fellow cheerleader demanding an answer.

"I wasn't in the mood for a party, I'm feeling quite bad these days." she closed her locker.

"Yeah, well rumor has it that you left with Eddie the Freak last night, so either you weren't feeling that bad or somebody really hates you"

"What?" Y/N felt the blood leaving her face white as a sheet. "Who told you that?"

"So it was true?" Cindy raised her eyebrows.

"No. I- I saw him walking around but I didn't leave with him"

"That's what I said! As if you would want to do something with that freak, ew."

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"The Cure? Never would have thought, you'd like a band like that" commented Eddie laying down in the matress with Y/N.

It's been like that for several weeks. After Hellfire, the Dungeon Master would left his friends at their homes and return to an already waiting Y/N, in her cheerleading uniform.

"Why not? They make a great mood for crying and dancing" she, just like him, was staring at the ceiling. "I never took you for a Cure fan. I thought you were into, I don't know, Scorpions?"

"Well what can I say" he looked at her "They make a great mood for crying and dancing" 

The Perfect Girl started sounding all around the trailer and Eddie screamed excitingly.

"What's wrong?" Y/N suddenly looked at him.

"I love this song! It makes me want to dance." Clumsily he stood up from the matress and offered her his hand "Would you do me the honor, sweetheart?"

"W-what?" She giggled."Come on! It's a short one, let's dance!"

"I don't dance, Eddie"

"Are you bullshiting me?” he scoffed “You, Y/N L/N, Hawkins Sweetheart, don't dance, huh? You're a fucking cheerleader, for fuck's sake. Come on and humor me"

"I don't know..."

"Pleasee" He pouted and put his hands togehter like he was praying "Pretty please?"

"Fine" she smiled and stood up with the help of his hand.

Eddie put one hand on Y/N's shoulder and the other on her waist, but because it wasn't a slow song he started moving her all around the room.

"YOU ARE SUCH, SUCH, SUCH A STRANGE GIRL, THE WAY YOU LOOK LIKE YOU DO" the boy half-sang, half-shouted.

Maybe it was the butterflies in her stomach, or the weed kicking in but she couldn't stop laughing. Y/N realized she couldn't remember the last time anyone made her laugh like that. She decided she could live in that moment forever.

"Oh, Eddie...!" she tried to speak.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you!" he exclamed over the song "You should come to the next campaign, it's gonna be sick."

Suddenly she felt it, again. The headache. She froze in the spot like someone had throw her a bucket of cold water. The song, totally forgotten. Eddie noticed the change in her behavior.

"Are you okay?" he frowned.

"No"

"What's the problem?"

"No, I'm sorry, but you know I can't go." she felt her words like venom in her mouth. It got silent between them.

"I... get it." Eddie barely said but changed back his tone again "Yeah, no problem, it's not big deal."

She thought that saying no was painful enough, but seeing the pain in the boy's eyes, made her feel even worse.

"I gotta go, Eddie. I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything when she grabbed her things quickly and clumsily.

She didn't know if he was angry or just dumbfounded. 

She didn't turn back to check on him.

Why did she feel like that? A month long headache was already pain enough.

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Damn, why did she feel like that? Ever since that day, Y/N and Eddie didn't speak to each other again. She would see him around with his chaotic energy, messing with his freshman friends, but that was it.They didn't speak again and he seemed unbothered by it. She didn't know how could he always be so energetic, if supposedly he was always so stoned, but she couldn't care less.

Y/N was the one bothered but she still didn't know if it was because Eddie looked happy or because she missed him.Or maybe it was because the headaches returned, and this time she felt a voice calling her name every now and then.

Could she be having a withdrawal? Nobody ever told her anything and it wasn't like she could go and ask Eddie. No matter what was the cause, she still felt upset. Being able to hang out with Eddie, raised her standards to a point where she didn't find herself being part of a conversation about Jason's last party, or Gucci lastest collection. 

And all of it was gone. And it wasn't, because everytime she would see the metalhead around the halls, the wound would open again.

And then it happend again. The damn headache. Maybe she was getting weaker or maybe it was getting stronger, but it made her hear things, like a bell at a distance. She tried to focus, one step at a time, little by little but the nausea was growing rapidly.

Hawkins' sweetheart, left her bag in the middle of the halls and ran towards the toilettes, like her life depended on it.

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"Eddie!" She exclamed knocking the trailer's door. "Eddie, open up for God's sake!"

What would anyone say if they saw Y/N L/N in her cheerleading uniform, in front of Eddie The Freak's trailer screaming for more drugs. That was why she was there, of course.

The sun was going down. It wasn't like anyone would ask for her, but it still wasn't safe for anyone to be wandering around those places. After all, it was common knowledge that Hawkins was cursed.

She sat down at the entrance, sobbing with her head between her knees. Of course, Eddie wasn't home. He was probably having fun with some nerds, or with his band or maybe he was at a girl's house...

"Y/N? Y/N L/N?" a female voice said. Just great. Not only the headaches were back, Eddie probably hated her and she ran out of weed, but now she has been discovered.

The cheerleader looked up to see a red-haired girl with headphones on looking at her like she was an alien.

"What?" she said agressively, tears drying on her cheeks.

"I- Jesus, I just came to say that today is a campaign day, so Munson is going to be late."

"Sorry... and... excuse me- do we know each other?"

"Well, no -I mean yes. I-" she sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're Y/N L/N, everybody knows you. I don't know if you've seen me but I'm Max. I'm Billy's sist- step-sister" she corrected herself.

"Oh yeah... yeah, I've seen you around in his car" Y/N gaze softened "I'm so sorry about Billy... he-"

"Yeah, yeah" Max tried to dismissed it "Don't worry 'bout it. I won't tell anyone I've seen you."The oldest girl looked surprised. 

"Thanks. I owe you one."

"No, you don't. Anyway, gotta go. Nice to meet you, Y/N." 

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She felt herself falling asleep in class. 

When was the last time she slept without nightmares? 

Everything was turning blurry around her. She tried to follow her professor's voice, but it wasn't making any sense.

Then she heard it once, she heard it twice.The bells. It didn't make any sense, but it felt so real, until it didn't. 

Suddenly the bells turned into a tap on her back.She felt it once, she felt it twice. She turned around and whipered loudly:

"What?" Only to find out it was no other than Eddie the one throwing her paper balls.

Time stood still and so did they. She wanted to scream, to say sorry but also to tell him to go to hell, that it wasn't the moment.

"We need to ta-"

"No, we don-"

"Mayfield told--"

"Is there anything you would want to share with the class, L/N, Munson?" The strong voice of the professor proyected through the whole classroom.

"No, professor" The girl started "We're sorr-"

"Actually yes, professor" interrupted Eddie making her stare at him in horror "I was telling Y/N how boring this class is and the many things I'd be doing if I wasn't here wasting my time."

"That's enough, Munson. Stay after class."

"What?" Y/N almost yelled in shock at the boy's behavior.

"I said 'stay after class'" The professor misundertood her "and you too, miss. No extracurricular class after this, you'll be staying here doing homework. When I was your age adults were respected."

She could hear the fellow cheerleaders gasp in horror, as she hid her head between her arms.

After the bell rang, the students practically ran to their bikes or cars, not wasting one more minute in the building. Y/N felt the presence of her so called friends standing next to her seat.

"How dare he?" started Cindy with anger in her tone.

"It was so unfair!" continued Chrissy.

"Your reputation can't be stained by someone like Eddie the Freak!" exclamed Janice.

"Not for long" Cindy smiled venomusly "Let me take care of it, Y/N. And next time be more careful, would you? Jan is right, they touch you, they'll be touching Hawkins reputation. Don't forget it."

"Right, I'm sorry" The girls left Y/N alone in the room and she sighed almost relieved.

"Damn, what is Cindy gonna do? Hang me on a basketball net?" Eddie's voice startled the cheerleader, making her turn around in surprise.

"Fuck, Munson. You were there the whole time?"

"Of course, I got to stay too." He stood up and sat down on the seat next to her. "So it's Munson again, huh?"

"It's Munson because you've got me into trouble" she clenched her jaw, upset.

"Yeah, well I was running out of ideas on how to talk to you."

"You-- are you serious?"

"I can hear you from here, you know?" The professor said from his desk "If you don't have any homework to do, which I doubt, let me finish marking this exams in peace, please."

"Sorry, professor" Y/N said and turned to the boy again, this time speaking in a lower volume "What is your problem?"

"What is my problem? What's yours?" Eddie asked concerned "Mayfield told me you were crying in front of my door for a whole hour the other day, and now you don't even look at me."

"Mayfie-- oh you mean Billy's  sister?" she sighed frustrated "She told me she wasn't going to tell anyone."

“And she didn’t. But she had to tell me, you know. What's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it, now" she looked to the blackboard, trying to avoid the topic.

"Come on, it's got to be someth-"

"I ran out of..." she lifted her eyebrows.

"What?"

"I ran out o--"

"Oh, I got that part." he said and thought for a moment "Ok, bare with me, here for a moment. You're telling me that you went all over to my house, sat down on the entrance crying and screaming my name because you've ran out of you-know-what?"

"Yeah..."

"Hmm... no. I don't think I buy it, I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I said that I don't buy it."

"Well, I don't care, Munson" Y/N said firmly.

"Excuse me?" He scoffed.

"I don't care, if you don't believe me. All I know is that I'm going to be needing something stronger than..." she coughed "...after today"

"Something stronger?"

"Yeah, you've got something stronger right?" Eddie stared at her with guilt in his eyes.

"I- I don't know if I feel like selling you something stronger, Y/N"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not sure it's a good idea..."

"You got me into trouble just because, you're in no position to talk about good ideas"

"Then it might be the best idea ever, but I won't sell you anything other than... yeah..."

"I hate you"

"You're breaking my heart sweetheart" he dramatically put a hand on his chest.

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Y/N woke up that night, a jolt of electricity running through her body.

There it was again. Another nightmare. It was always the same one. 

She was in the kitchen changing her mother's pills, what could go wrong?

'Stop!' she internally exclamed. 

She had enough.

The cheerleader opened her bedroom window and looked down to the street. If boys like Steve and Billy used to escape from the window all the time, why couldn't she? It couldn't be that hard, right? 

One, two, three. She bit her tongue and aimed for the bushes. With a hump, she fell on her left side and stood there for a few seconds, getting used to the pain on the left side of her waist. Once she got up, she grabbed her bike and off she went to the trailer park.

About five minutes later, reality started sinking in Y/N's head as the breeze caressed her face.

What was the plan? Going at who-knows-what-hour of the night at Eddie Munson's place in her pajamas on her bike? She didn't even have money! He was probably asleep, and even if he wasn't, what would he say? What would she say? Numerous escenarios played in the girl's head and none of them left her standing with dignity.

Once she arrived, she threw the bike on the ground and ran to the familiar trailer.

"Hey, Eddie. I'm sorry for-- no, hey Eddie! Long time no see-- no, no. Eddie, I don't know why I always keep returning to this place-- Y/N, be nice... Munson, I hate you and you're ruining The Cure for me so please--" 

She stood frozen in place mid-sentence. The door was open, and the van was nowhere in sight. She thought about it, but curiosity got the best of her and she opened the door.

The whole place was a mess. More of a mess than usual.

Did they rob the trailer?

"Eddie" she barely mumbled "Eddie, are you okay? It's me, It's-- oh my god---"

What she saw next made no sense. She surely was still dreaming that horrible nightmare.What other rational explanation was to the broken body on the floor?

A body? That wasn't just a body. 

She felt her limbs getting weaker. 

Y/N could recognise those new Nike bike shorts anywhere.

Like a sleepwalker, she got out of the house, somehow. With shaky hands she grabbed the bike and returned home, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, making her heart beat incredibly fast. 

She couldn't think anything other than getting home, even though she wasn’t entirely sure what she saw.

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson

[vs-redemption]

yaho Cindy! CONGRATULATIONS ON THREE YEARS 🥳🥳🥳 for your event, may I request Daichi and the leather bound planner? thank you!

JUST IN TIME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!!! THIS IS FOR YOU JADE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! DAICHI AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

Valentine's Day (Daichi Sawamura x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 700 Warnings: a tiny little suggestive at one part

Despite being a man who valued stability, routine, and sticking to what was familiar, Daichi was not afraid to push himself outside of his comfort zone. It just took the right motivator. And nothing got Daichi to expand his horizons quite like you did. He would do just about anything if it meant making you smile. That’s why he tried to go the extra mile to do something special for you for Valentine’s Day.

“This is intimidating,” he groans as he opens up the box with the fondue set Suga had let him borrow. His friend had playfully told him to just follow the directions before going on his merry way. Now Daichi was standing in the kitchen feeling a little overwhelmed with only so much time until you got home from work. 

He had a lot of doubts about being able to pull all this off, but he got to work anyway. He started off by preparing everything for dinner. Then, he took his time to carefully cut up some fresh fruit and angel cake squares to use for the chocolate fondue. Thankfully the flowers he ordered for you came on time, and he was able to light the candles and set the plates for dinner just as you arrived home.

“How long have you been home?” you ask, a little surprised by the delicious smell wafting out as soon as he opens the door for you.

“A couple hours,” he admits with a slightly guilty smile. “I wanted to surprise you with a Valentine’s Day feast.”

“Oh Daichi!” You beam at him when you come into the house and see the bouquets of flowers set up around your dining room. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did,” he disagrees, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face against your cheek. “I love you. So much so that it deserves to be celebrated with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.”

It’s no surprise when he reveals he made one of your favorite meals for dinner. He’d made it a few times before so he was getting more confident with that. His face flushed red when you complimented his cooking, but you could also see the pride in his eyes knowing he’d been able to make you happy.

“I hope you saved room for dessert now, love.” He shakes his head when you offer to help as he clears the dinner plates off the table. He brings you something warm to drink to give you time to digest a little as he washes up the dishes and prepares to bring out his little surprise.

“This evening has been so lovely already, Daichi. Just what else could you possibly have planned?” You eye him over your mug with a smile that has him flustered but excited at the same time.

“Now, now,” he teases while pulling out the tray full of fruit and other goodies, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Oh?” you perk up excitedly. You feel even more surprised when you see him dig out the fondue pot from the cupboard.

“It won’t take long to melt the chocolate,” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly after the pot is on the table. “At least, that’s what it says in the instructions.”

Soon enough, the house is filled with the smell of chocolate and Daichi gives you one of the fondue sticks so you can start dipping your desired treats. His heart fills with pride again as you hum happily around your first bite. It meant the world to him to see such a content look on your face, even after a hard day at work.

“I wish I could spoil you like this every day,” he admits as you two continue enjoying the dessert.

“But darling, you do.” It was the honest truth. “I feel your love for me in everything you do. Not a day goes by where I’m not assured of the depths of your feelings.”

It was music to his ears because after all the ups and downs and curves that life seemed to throw at the both of you, there was one thing he could rely on and find comfort in, and that was his undying love for you.

tagging: @ceo-of-daichi @honeybunny-sawamura @daichis-kitty @daichimorelikedaddy

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[cyansadness]

Prologue

two royal families, one future king, one future royal advisor, and one proclamation that is about to change everything

author's note: first official chapter!! woo!! but now get ready for the drama

word count: 1225

Once upon a time, long long time ago, after Cindy got away from stepmother and stepsisters from hell, she and her sweet prince decided to merge their kingdom with Belle and her newly transformed beast and created Auradon.

Blah, blah, bunch of legal stuff. Obviously, they booted all the cool people like the villains, the sidekicks, and everyone in between out of Auradon and to this little island off the coast called the Isle of the Lost with a magic barrier around it.

No wifi, no magic, no way in or out. Until now. Don’t worry, you’ll get to meet us real soon. But before that, you have to see this first.

:readmore:

Buddy Charming stood on the pedestal, looking towards the Isle through the window. He was wearing a rough version of his coronation suit as the tailor took measurements. “Are you sure this is a good idea Janey?” Buddy asked, turning towards his girlfriend and future royal adviser. 

The tailor scolded Buddy, turning him back towards the front. Jane Laurent sat in an armchair behind Buddy, still wearing a rough version of her own coronation dress even though she had finished her fitting ages ago. 

Jane looked up from her notes, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Yes Buddy, it will. We have a strong plan, good candidates, and multiple contingency plans.” Jane reassured him. “We are going to be running this kingdom in less than two months. We need to show our parents we can make good and drastic decisions that will help the kingdom.” Jane said confidently. 

She wasn’t sure how much of that confidence was real. There is so much that can go wrong. But she knew this was something she had to do. No more fear. That’s what she promised herself when she was offered to be Buddy’s advisor. 

“There they are. I can’t believe you two are going to rule the kingdom soon.” King Kit Charming said as he and Ella walked into Buddy’s room where the fitting was taking place. Adam and Belle, Jane’s parents along with Jane’s younger sister, Francesca or Frenchy as Jane called her, walked in with them. 

“Kit, they’re growing up.” Adam chuckled, clapping him on the back. Jane stood up, lifting her dress slightly so she could walk towards her parents. “Oh Jane, my little princess is all grown up.” Adam smiled at his eldest daughter. Jane smoothed the tulle of her dress, blushing at the compliment. 

“Mom, Dad, Jane and I have been talking and we’ve chosen up with our first official proclamation.” Buddy went to step off the podium but was held back by the tailor. Jane turned to look at Buddy, who gave her a nod of encouragement to continue. Both sets of parents look proud and excited to see what their children have come up with.

“We’ve decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon.” Jane said with as much confidence as she could muster which was increasing harder to find now being in front of both sets of monarchs.

The looks of pride and excitement turned to shock as five jaws simultaneously dropped. “What?” Belle said after a few moments of silence. “Those kids are about to be our subjects too. We can’t just abandon them on that island.” Buddy told their parents as he walked to stand next to Jane. 

Buddy grabbed Jane’s hands, interlacing their fingers. “You want the new generation of monsters to live amongst us?” Kit remarked, a slight venom to his words. “We start out with a few. The ones that would benefit the most.” Buddy said to his father. 

“We’ve already chosen them. And they’re not monsters. They’re just children.” Jane said, much to her mother’s dismay about talking back to the King. “Really?” Kit asked, stalking closer to the young couple. 

Buddy stood slightly in front of Jane as she grabbed Buddy’s arm. “Wait, hear them out. Second chances are kind of our thing.” Belle said, stopping Kit from getting closer to the two. “So who are these kids? And who are their parents?” Ella asked the two teenagers in front of her.

Buddy and Jane looked at each other, trying to figure out how to do this without getting yelled at by their parents. “Uh, Mr. Smee, Cruella De Vil, The Evil Queen, Captain Hook.” Jane started, poking Buddy to finish for her.

“Drizella.” Buddy said, making his father gasp and his mother’s eyes widen slightly. “Gaston.” Belle grabbed her husband’s arm and held Frenchy closer to her. “And Maleficent.” Buddy finished, making everyone in the room shout in either fear or anger.

“Maleficent? People call her the Mistress of all Evil for a reason Buddy. All of them are guilty of unspeakable actions.” Kit yelled at the two. “Yes, they are. Their children are not. These kids are our age. They haven’t done anything wrong.” Jane shouted, letting go of Buddy’s arm and stepping towards the king.

“Whether we like it or not, the Isle is still part of our kingdom. We owe it to them to be the good leaders you all raised us to be.” Jane stood her ground, confidence coming from seemingly nowhere. Her voice quieted down a bit as she calmed herself down. 

“Don’t they deserve a chance at a good life like the rest of us? Why should they be punished for their parents’ actions?” Jane questioned, her voice portraying a childlike innocence. 

The adults all look at each other, silently communicating with each other. Buddy walked towards Jane, putting his arm around her shoulder. “You did good. I’m proud of you.” Buddy whispered, kissing the top of Jane’s head. 

Kit turned towards the two. “I supposed their children haven’t done any wrong.” He said, still uneasy with the idea. Jane and Buddy both smiled. He was coming around. That’s a good thing.

Ella walked towards the two, cupping Jane’s cheek softly and placing a hand on her son’s biceps. “You are going to change this kingdom for the better.” She smiled at the pair but they all knew. They knew that she was talking about Jane. Jane would change everything for the better. 

Ella walked away and towards her husband, grabbing his awaiting arm. Jane turned towards her parents. Her mother gave her a curt nod, making Jane deflate a little. Jane didn’t need her mother’s approval over her own laws but a little pride would be nice. Belle and Adam made their way out, Frenchy bouncing alongside them after giving her sister a shining smile. 

As soon as the pair were alone, they walked over to the window that looked across from the Isle. “We’re making the right decision right?” Buddy asked. “Of course we are.” Jane said, smiling as she turned towards her boyfriend. 

Buddy cupped Jane’s cheek, running over her cheekbone with his thumb. “Okay.” Buddy said. Jane smiled, grabbing Buddy by the lapels of his suit jacket and pulling him down for a kiss. Buddy smiled into the kiss as his hand stayed on Jane’s face as his other arm went around her waist, pulling her small frame flush against him.

Okay, enough of that. We don’t need to see all of that. Now for the actual interesting part of the story. This is me and my gang. 

i don't think i have to tell you who is this narrator but take your guesses in the comments

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[eideticspider]

Where was the GLOW? The walking on CLOUDS? The unending and teeth rotting HAPPINESS? Everyone else around her was chattering and smiling, seemingly unaware of the internal PURGATORY Cindy found herself in. It felt like she was FROZEN in place, like someone else had command of her body and she was watching through a hazy shield.

Clutching her champagne glass, Cindy glanced around at the engagement party, toes wriggling in her white pumps. It was opulent in the way the Cervantes felt looked best. Like a backwash Kardashian cocktail party. There had been no input from the Moon camp, but honestly, she would've been happy with a backyard BARBEQUE at her parents' house. Hell, she didn't even know HALF of the people here. Hector had introduced her to about a quarter of that half and then left her to reconnect with old friends of his.

It's fine. We LIVE together. We'll talk when we can.

At least Peter and MJ made it. And from the doorway she could see the Morales bunch with George and Gwen. Hobie was somewhere in the crowd giving Mr. Cervantes a hard time for his apparent FASCISM by having the event be valeted. Her FRIENDS brought a small smile to her lips, despite being awash in a typhoon of social anxiety.

She couldn't remember getting DRESSED for the party and yet every aunt and sister-in-law and grandmother seemed to LAVISH her with compliments. The WHITE dress was pretty, she supposed--very BRIDAL, her mother complimented. It was short, simple and exposed her legs, but Hector seemed to LIKE it. His tie was white satin, he'd chosen it to MATCH her.

But it was OFF white. Like a creamy eggshell. The shade of white that was just a tinge away from being PUS colored. It was...WRONG. Cindy felt bad to focus on such a minute detail, but it just seemed to signify everything she FELT since saying 'yes'.

She LOVED Hector. They'd been together since middle school, so moving in together? Sure. That made sense. Buying FURNITURE together? Of course--she was a sucker for some good IKEA meatballs. Marriage? Children?

...maybe? They were happy.

Right?

At least they were happy ENOUGH?

Hector loved her. He seemed to, in any case. He told her at least ONCE a day. (Okay sure, he'd forgotten to a few times in the past few MONTHS, but he was caught up in work. That's understandable.) He took her out on semi-regular DATES. (Lots of GUYS forget that their fiancée' didn't care for CURRY. It happens.) He brought her FLOWERS. (Sure, the last time was PROM, but that counted.)

At least they still had plenty in common to TALK about. He would tell her about his job, how STRESSFUL it was and how he was praying for a promotion. She would LISTEN, offer advice--even a few pieces HELPED him out in his last meeting! He would ask her about her day and she would answer.

All he was looking for was that it was FINE. Anything else risked an argument or a lecture.

They were INTIMATE on a semi-regular basis. She did like the way he kissed her NECK--one of the more sensitive spots on her body. She just wished he focused more on her than HIMSELF. Surely she could finish too, right? At least they had TIME to learn more about the other's wants and desires.

Till DEATH, right?

The party moved in FULL speed around her and no one else seemed to noticed the HAUNTED glaze in her eyes. A image came to her mind, something she'd HAVE to paint. Not something she'd want to paint--but a necessity. A room full of color and NOISE and there she was, a vision in WHITE and completely gray with just the thud of her heart to signal that she was ALIVE.

Lost.

Audrey bounced over to her but her words were MUFFLED. It sounded like a compliment and Cindy forced a smile to her lips, tilting her head to her BRIDESMAID. Her friend's little upturned nose was already PINK, a sure sign that she had taken full advantage of the BAR and it reminded Cindy to take a sip of her champagne. A VAGUE attempt to look human. She gave her friend's hand a gentle squeeze, brown eyes flickering down to the RING on her finger as Audrey slipped away back into the party.

It was BEAUTIFUL. For someone else.

She could've understood if it had been a FAMILY heirloom, but Mrs. Cervantes had guarded her engagement ring like the HOLY Grail. Not that I would've wanted her RING. But the ring Hector had chosen was just on the verge of GARISH. The diamond was huge, square cut, and glittered in the CANDLELIGHT of the party. But it was cold, hollow. As if he had just walked into the jeweler and picked the FIRST one he saw.

Which was FINE. She could hardly complain--wouldn't COMPLAIN about it. Even if MJ and Rio, even little Gwen had recognized the dissatisfaction on her face.

Cindy glanced away from her ring and took another sip of COURAGE, setting her glass on a tray as she searched for her fiance. A rare flare of ANGER curled in her stomach like a vine, twisting and SQUEEZING her into action. He should be by her side, holding her HAND. He should be BEAMING and kissing her cheek--not hoisting beers with his old college friends.

He had caught her look: something near DESPERATE and pleading, her lips turned up as if begging him to join her--and he looked away at some JOKE his best man guwaffed out.

He had been lucky she glanced away before his hand landed on Audrey's back in a less-than BROTHERLY fashion. As if there was something more...familiar there. Something UNTOWARD and unkind to the woman he was marrying.

Just as soon as the anger had flared, it had cooled down to a resigned, disappointed SIMMER. She recognized it as the familiar sting of UNHAPPINESS, but tucked it away. Regardless--they had been together for YEARS. It was only natural that they'd get married. Of course, they'd met before puberty. People CHANGED. She wondered if they had both changed to the point of INCOMPATIBILITY. Hector wouldn't understand if she brought her CONCERNS to him anyway.

It was easier to just focus on the POSITIVES. (What few there were.)

Her parents seemed so PROUD of her and Mr. and Mrs. Cervantes were THRILLED to have Cindy join their family. They had all done so much to be so WELCOMING. Maybe she was overthinking everything. Maybe...Maybe they could FIX things before they became irreparable.

Maybe things would be OKAY, if not perfect. She could learn to TOLERATE the decay.

#;drabble #;she's a long way from suburban towns {koth | verse} #((this aggressively hurt me to write)) #((yes i did listen to you're losing me on repeat to write this but it's so good)) #((anyway *will smith hands*))

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

vindictive jimmy but instead of plot stuff it's jimmy and tango being sweet <3

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Soft, bouncing acoustic music filled the early evening air, mixing in with the breeze against the sea, and creating a fine sense of peace.

At least, Tango felt it. He was sure, from the look on Jimmy's face, that he felt it too.

He looked over at his rancher with a smile and watches him, watches how his fingers carefully dance along the strings of his guitar, and how they effortlessly create music so beautiful.

Honestly, Tango didn't know why Jimmy had built a beach house this far away, or why he didn't have his hat or badge. All he'd said about it was that he'd taken some time off work to take a vacation. And Tango couldn't argue with that. So really, he didn't care about the reason why. So long as he was here with Jimmy.

And how did he get here? Well. That's Watcher Business, of course.

But Tango relaxed on the porch of the beach house, listening to Jimmy's lilting rumble as he sang along to his guitar.

"I wish I were an apple, hangin' on a tree. An' every time my sweetheart passed, she'd take a bite of me. She told me that she loved me, she called me sugar plum. She threw her arms around me, I thought my time had come,"

He looks over at Tango and laughs quietly. Tango's heard this one before. He heard it when they were first here, and he'd first come into the tavern on a late night. He knew only this part of the song, due to how repetitive it was, but it was something.

"Get along home, Cindy Cindy. Get along home, Cindy Cindy. Get along home, Cindy Cindy. I'll marry you sometime!"

"That's good, sunshine." Jimmy complimented and grinned even bigger, as he takes over the next verse.

"I wish I had a needle, as far as I could sew. I'd sew her in my pocket, and down the road I'd go. Cindy hugged an' kissed me, she wrung her hands and cried. Swore I was the prettiest thing that ever lived or died."

"And it's true." Tango cut in, earning a snort from Jimmy as they sing along together to the last chorus.

It's the same as the first, only this time, Jimmy held out the last note. He smiled fondly at Tango when he sang "I'll marry you sometime", and Tango felt his heartrate pick up.

"Marry me, huh? Is that an invitation?" He teased. Jimmy snorted and rolled his eyes.

"They call it a proposal, sunshine." He shot back, shielding himself with an arm as Tango lightly smacked him. "I'm messin' with ya-" He defended.

The sun starts to set on the water, and Jimmy couldn't help himself from gently taking Tango's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it as they watched the s kyline.

"Have I ever told you how lucky I am that I've got you?" He muttered.

"Once or twice." Tango shrugged with a grin. "But I could stand to hear it a few more times."

"Words 'r cheap." Jimmy said gruffly. "It's gettin' late... we should head inside."

Tango nodded, standing up and stretching. He cringed at the creaking noises coming from his joints and laughed softly. "Damn, I needed this more than I thought. I'm glad you brought me here... who's the real lucky one?"

"Still me." Jimmy snorted, opening the door for Tango to step in.

"Oh yeah?" Tango challenged playfully, pulling Jimmy into the door after him.

Jimmy nodded, and he had a glint in his eyes that only ever appeared when he was plotting something. "I could show ya, if y'want."

Tango's face heated up once he realized the implications. Though, that could just be from Jimmy's hands slipping under his shirt and tracing little patterns into the divots of his hips.

"Y'know what..." He smirked right up at Jimmy and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt. "I might just take you up on that offer."

FUCKING PUCNHING AIR !!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

#should i make an answer tag? #roxie-roo #team rancher au #eh more like a #empires smp au #but the ranchers are there :3

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Trial and Error: Part Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

The Cassitys are in the dining room with food all around them. As soon as you see Sam, you grin at his attire since he is dressed nicely for this fake job.

"Look how handsome you are in your uniform."

Sam's ears turn red at the compliment, but he doesn't say anything about it. You two grab the alcohol bottles and head back into the room. Margot is pushing her food around sadly while everyone else is eating and drinking. Sam walks over to Cindy and pours her some more, but she isn't happy with the amount he gives her.

"Really? Keep it coming, Ken doll."

Ellie walks in and takes the plates away, ignoring Noah's stares.

"Al, I'm so sorry about Carl. I mean, he was the love of your life," Margot says.

"Please, she can do better," Noah scoffs.

"Maybe Alice should marry a child--take after her father," Cindy bites back.

"Ivanka's not a child."

"Right. She's a prostitute who looks like a child."

"Are you done? Alice is in mourning," Margot says.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Margie. I didn't see you there. You're too far up on your high horse. You are right, we should all take a minute and say a few words about Carl. You first. Was he a good lay?" Cindy smirks at Margot.

"What?" Alice says.

You look at Sam and Ellie who tries their hardest to stay out of it.

"Oh, you didn't know? Yeah, daddy caught them going at it in the barn."

"Al, it was before you two got together. I mean, Carl loved you," Margot says to Alice who couldn't seem to care less.

"Yeah, that was back when Margie was fat and Cin was sober, a long time ago," Noah smirks.

"Get cancer and die, old man," Cindy says bitterly.

"You first, sweetie," Noah says sarcastically.

You quickly leave the dining room to join Ellie and Sam in the kitchen, but you can still hear them bickering in the next room over. You set the almost empty alcohol bottle on the counter and take a deep breath. Suddenly, you don't feel too well to the point where you might throw up.

"Are they always like this?" Sam asks Ellie.

"More or less."

"How can you work here?"

"I love the property, I love the animals, and I tune out the people."

Ellie leaves, and you grab another bottle to serve when you get one of the worst headaches you've gotten. Black spots fill your vision, and you get a bit lightheaded. The bottle in your hand slips and falls to the counter, but it doesn't break. Sam rushes over to you and picks up the bottle before attending to your needs.

"Are you okay? Is it the babies?"

"It's my head. It hurts, Sam," you whimper.

You look up and see Amara standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

"You really need to tell Dean this, Y/N."

"Yeah, I will after this. God, it hurts."

Sam holds you against him and rubs your head to help alleviate the pain. After a few minutes, it has calmed down enough for you to continue your work. It still hurts, but not as bad as before. You pull away from Sam with a nod and grab the same bottle before heading into the living room.

"Well, I can't remember the last time we all sat down and had a meal together," Alice states.

You walk around the table, pouring the alcohol into everyone's glasses.

"It was back at the old, crappy house, when daddy invited that traveling salesman to dinner. He was so charming."

"Yeah, and English."

"What was his name? Kenny?"

"No, I think it was Crowley," Cindy says.

You and Sam look at each other with wide eyes. Crowley was here ten years ago, and if all of them remember him, he could have made a deal with every single person here. Without a word, you and Sam leave the living room to join Dean in the back as he continues to cook the steaks.

"You'll never guess what they just said in there."

Sam tells him what happened, and it looks like Dean isn't all that surprised.

"Crowley?"

"That's what they said. Apparently, he swung through town ten years ago, to this day."

"Do you think tea and crumpets made these deals and now he's collecting?"

"Or he just sent his dog and told it to go fetch," you scoff. "He's the King of Hell. Grabbing a few souls is below his pay grade."

"Any idea who signed the dotted line?"

"I have no clue. It's brutal in there."

Dean's phone rings and he answers it seeing it's Kevin.

"Hey, Kev, what's up?"

"Hey, Dean, good news, I think... kind of. I found something on the tablet about Hellhounds. Does this mean anything to you? 'The dire creatures may be seen only by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire'?"

"Are you talking about holy oil?" you ask.

"It's got to be. We could use a window."

"Or glasses," you shrug.

"I think we've still got some Jesus juice left in the trunk. Alright, I'll take care of the X-ray specs. You stay here. Do not let those people out of your sight."

"Right. Hey, Kevin, you did great. Get some sleep."

Dean hangs up on Kevin and parts ways with his brother. Sam gives you a look to go after him, so you quickly jog to catch up to him. He's going to need you if he wants to get inside the room. Dean waits for you to join his side, and you use your magic to break the spell so he can get inside the room. Joanna is still sleeping like a log, but you're quiet so you don't wake her.

"Look, I have something to tell you, and you're not going to like it."

"What?" he sighs.

"I'm still seeing Amara, but it's different this time. She's giving me these really bad headaches to the point where I get really dizzy." Dean already has a lot of his plate, and now he has Amara to deal with. "I think it's okay, though."

"It's not okay, Y/N. It never was okay. You shouldn't be seeing her, and I've been trying to tell you that from the second you saw her."

"What do you want me to do, Dean? Castiel is no help. It's not like I can march into Heaven and figure out why this is happening. I would love nothing more than to get rid of her, but I don't know how. Please, if you have an idea, I'm all ears."

"What we're going to do is work this job and then after, we are going to figure out how to get rid of her. The bunker must have some books on her."

Dean searches for three glasses, and when he has them, he leaves the room to head to his car. You look at Joanna once more before following him, spelling the room once both of you are out. He grabs the holy oil from the trunk and gets to work. He pours some of the oil onto the ground and lights it. With each pair of glasses, he passes them over the fire so that they are spelled to see what was previously unseen.

You take your pair and put them on, gasping at how different the world looks. It's as if someone put a thin piece of blue cellophane paper over the lens. It's definitely weird, but you need this in order to see the Hellhound. You're not sure where to start looking, but it looks like the trouble is coming to you.

Sam and Noah come running out of the woods, one with panic and the other with sadness in his eyes. You and Dean rush over to Sam who ushers everyone inside the house. Noah, Margot, and Sam went out with hunting guns because Noah wanted to kill whatever was out there. The Hellhound got to Margot, and Sam and Noah barely got away.

Now everyone is in a panic because of the thing they can't see or understand.

"What was that thing?" Noah pants.

"It was a Hellhound. See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they're the ones that come and rip it out of you."

"Demon?" Alice gasps.

"Crowley. We know he was here ten years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. If you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up."

"The British guy was a demon, and now there's a Hellhound after us? Are you insane?" Alice panics.

"They're obviously insane."

"Don't play dumb."

"Yeah, I'm not playing. I didn't sell my damn soul."

"Someone here did, and the sooner someone fesses up, the sooner the rest of you can go." When no one speaks, Dean nods in understanding. "Seal them in."

"What?!"

"Listen, we know what we're doing. We are going to seal the windows and doors so the Hellhound won't be able to come here... for a while, at least.

"How long are we stuck here?"

"Long enough for me to stab it in its throat."

"No, you can't do this," Noah tries to protest.

"Yes, I can," Dean cuts him off. "You want to know why? Because it's what we do, and buddy, we're the best. See, I gut old yeller out there, and maybe you walk away. If I don't, you're meat. So, sit down, shut up, and put these on."

Dean takes out a pair of handcuffs, making the older man raise his eyebrows. You don't have time for this, so you take the handcuffs from Dean and handcuff each person to the coffee table so that if they were to hallucinate, they won't hurt themselves or others.

"I don't... Who are you people?" Alice asks.

"We're here to help. When the Hellhound gets close, you might start seeing and hearing things. It's gonna feel like you took acid, and it's trying to kill you. The handcuffs are so you won't hurt yourselves or others," you explain. "When one of you starts showing these signs, then we will know who made the deal."

After Sam finishes spreading the goofer dust around, you three walk off to the side and discuss what the next steps are.

"So, what's our play?"

"You're staying here," Dean says, pointing to you and then moves his finger to Sam. "You're camping out here with her and figure out who sold their soul. I'm gonna go scout the grounds and see if I can't gank Fido before he makes his next move."

"No, you're not going alone. I can handle these people. You're bringing Sam."

"Wrong."

"Dean, I am here, they are on lockdown, and you need backup."

"No, I don't. I need you two to be safe okay? That's what I need."

"When are we ever safe?" you quietly yell.

"This is different."

"How?"

"Because of the three trials shit. We've been down roads like this before with Yellow-Eyes, Lucifer, Dick fucking Roman, and so many more. We both know where this ends--one of us dies... or worse."

"And you decide that it's going to be you?" you scoff angrily. "No, I will not accept that! You need to stop talking like you don't have a wife and children who love you and expect you to come home to them. You told me that I can't risk my life, and that I was your world. Well guess what, this road goes both ways. You're my world, Dean. You're the reason I get up every morning. If I lose you because of this... Don't make your kids grow up without a dad."

Dean knows you're right. He can't ask you to do things for him and not expect the same thing in return for you. When he married you, he agreed to take care of you. If he dies, then who will do it?

"Whoever gets to him first kills it. You're right, I can't back out of my family now. You need to stay inside, but Sam and I will go out."

"That is something I can agree on."

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[kim-ruzek]

One thing I really loved about Matt's return this season is that he actually interacted with everyone in this episode, not just Sylvie. Matt and Stella were the ultimate duo (I've always loved their friendship), and I loved his moments with Gallo. Also, that awkward dance with Cindy was just so cute because he's so out of his comfort zone, but he's doing it for Cindy. It's funny because even with Matt / Jesse off the show, his character still seems like the character that connects with all the other characters.

The only thing that could have made it better is if Kelly had been there (but I completely understand Taylor is taking some personal time, and I wish him the best) and if we had gotten a more concrete idea of what Matt's plans are moving forward.

YESSSSSS THIS

I think that's a strong reason why I really really enjoyed the episode. Like I enjoyed it for the brettsey, but I enjoyed every Matt centric scene even without brettsey because of his interactions with everyone. That's what we lacked also last season with his return, which is understandable depending how much was going on but still made it disappointing.

And I adored the scenes with Gallo. I love their mentor/mentoree relationship and it just made me so soft seeing Matt compliment the firefighter Gallo has grown into, especially because I know that's important for Gallo to hear.

And YES I've also always loved Matt and Stella's friendship and I loved that we got to see that showcased, especially at the bar. That friendship was one of the things I was really sad to have to lose when Jesse left as there was such potential.

I do truly believe that even still, Matt is the glue of 51. And yeah I wish we got a more concrete idea of Matt's plans but I believe we didn't because Jesse's plans moving forward still isn't concrete, but they've definitely left the door open for future guest appearances, and maybe ones that are more frequent, especially in a year.

And we got more of an idea than I thought we would -- whereas when he left originally it was left, yes, open ended for chances for him to return but still very much closed in a way. It was like the door was shut, but unlocked (whereas exits like Otis through death or other definite exits are locked) and now the door is open, it's just whether or not he'll come through. But with the writing having Matt say Chicago is still home, and mentioning Ben(?) will be going off to college next year, and him still very much in love with Sylvie, it does seem possible for Matt to potential return on a semi-regular basis as a guest star.

Thank you for asking!! 💖

#ree's asks #chicago fire #matt casey #thank you for asking!!! 💖 #ree has thoughts

[ikeameatballspoisonedme]

DISCO ELYSIUM LORE UPDATE.

KIM FINALLY WORE THE PISS JACKET. ALL IT TAKES WAS TO FORGET THE WOMPTY WHATEVER THOUGHT. Wasn't beneficial anyway since I have 0 encyclopedia in this run. My fav silly scene. I love you Kim. I'm never taking off this jacket.

Finally dated Lilienne... Oh she's so beautiful. I love her I love her. She is going up to blorbs in my tierlist. Also got a cool sword. Yay.

Finally revealed to the Hardie Boys that Ruby... Is a girl liker 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 I love that Eugene is the only one that knew it all along (and said Ruby enjoy Monica's titties the most 😭😭). Loved how Glen was so shocked despite that he is indeed, as Titus puts it, a homo. I love Ruby so much tbh would love to peek at Monica's milkers

I LOST KIMPOINTS BY OINKING AT CINDY. KIM. I gave you the piss jacket.... BUT I GAINED IT AGAIN AFTER I COMPLIMENTED KIM FOR REMEMBERING MANANA'S PHRASE :DDDDDDDD

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME TO GET THE SPEEDFREAKS FM SHOUTOUT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH INTERFACING :( :( :( I don't wanna start over!!!!!!! Okay I'll just watch a YouTube video about it lol I'll do it in another run (perhaps a Moralist one... Kim will approve)

Oh yeah btw Kim still said Piss f slur with his whole heart. He deserved it. (I literally was in shock when that happened. I already knew it prior but I thought it was already fixed. Please don't ever fix it. Kim owns that shit.)

[jbk405]

I started to catch up with season three of Stargirl today, running through the first three episodes of “Frenemies”.  I’ll probably watch the fourth episode tomorrow, which will catch me up to the current airing.

It had something of a shaky start, but overall it is still a charming, engaging series.  I like it.

I like what they’ve done with Sylvester Pemberton (Starman).  It was shown pretty clearly in the preceding seasons that prior to his death he was a dick, and I like that he’s still a dick.  He’s had epiphanies about the way he took Pat Dugan for granted and the way he let being Starman consume his life, but people’s personalities don’t change overnight after a single realization.  He seems honestly contrite, but he continues to belittle Pat and act without thinking because that’s who he is.  It will take time for him to really learn to accept Pat as his equal, and for him to change how he treats everybody else.

The Crock family continues to be weird and off-putting, and as a result they are bizarrely charming.  Sportsmaster aggressively befriending Pat was there from the beginning, and now Tigress is just as close to Barbara.  It works.

The season didn’t get a serious action scene until the third episode, but I have to say that the battle between Sylvester and the Crocks was actually really intense.  Good choreography, good use of special effects, and they have continued to utilize the Cosmic Staff really well (Which is something I complimented all the way back in season one).  It’s still working on a TV show’s budget (hence why it took three episodes to get a fight in), but it’s good enough that I don’t care.

I also like that Sylvester is now straight-up talking to the Staff, since it emphasizes what I’ve said all along about how it is almost its own character on the show.

The stumbles were in some of the interpersonal conflicts between the teenage JSA members, which just seemed so...well, teenager.  In the second episode, when they’re laying out the suspects of who could have killed the Gambler, there’s a lot of anger at simply noting that somebody is a suspect.  Almost all of the JSA have a person that they think it is, and somebody that they specifically think didn’t do it, and they get all huffy when everybody else doesn’t simply accept their own perspective.

I also think there’s some behind-the-scenes scheduling issues, as Artemis Crock apparently wants to join the JSA like Cindy did, but her actress Stella Smith is barely on-screen.  She gets very brief quick shots with almost no dialogue, and so far not a single conversation with the JSA. It’s her mother who actually says that she wants to join the JSA, and not to any of the JSA members, but to Barbara.  The character’s longest time on-screen so far was when she took down the No Limit Gang, and this was clearly a stunt double in a full-body costume and mask.  This is not a criticism about using a stunt double, Stella Smith is still very young and they’ve used a double all series long for her action scenes, but with this being the longest time the character is actually present it indicates that for some reason they can’t even use Stella at all.

But like I said, overall still enjoyable.  I actually purchased seasons one and two on DVD today when I was out shopping.

#Stargirl #Starman #Sylvester Pemberton #Sportsmaster #Tigress #Artemis Crock #TV #Season 3 #Frenemies

[vcnusians]

revealing a few things that was crammed under his jacket once he's walked back into her house a second time, the first time he came in without presents to join christmas dinner with her. that he purposely kept hidden in the backseat of his car. he got up from the table just now to go out and get those top secret presents without saying anything, just that he needed to 'go get something.' coming to a stop across from the tree they went and got a week ago and sprung up in the middle of her living room. (that was special, something he never got to do before. the reminder of it will always be a rare comforting memory embedded into his brain long after christmas will be over.) getting her attention from the kitchen, speaking loud enough for her to hear as he discreetly places down the gifts in front of the sparkling tree. "merry christmas, cindy cane." he left it a surprise, completely acted like he didn't get her anything at first, even gave her 'sorry i didn't bring anything other, didn't think it mattered' kind of lie. before he places down a huge bag with a teddy bear in a santa hat on the front for the design. picked that one out cause it reminded him of her, it's cute.. or whatever like her. there's cindy stuff in it... all that girly stuff she likes. pack of bracelets with heart charms dangling off them, pink scrunchies, lotions with that scent she likes and pink nail polish. whatever he saw that reminded him of what's scattered all around in her bedroom, he grabbed. as weird as it felt lingering around in the girls section. and yes, a surprise polaroid that was expensive. but whatever, he didn't want to be lame about gifts. go big or go home. but he likes this one the most... the shiny red and green box he wrapped by himself and is sitting with the teddy bear bag. straightening back up and waiting for her to come here and see her reaction.

cindy  was  just  happy  that  billy  was  here,  getting  to  spend  time  with  her  favorite  person  tonight.  the  inside  of  the  house  sparkled  with  multicolored  string  lights  around  their  beautiful  tree,  music  coming  through  a  big  radio  set  up  in  the  kitchen  and  the  family  was  getting  along  pretty  nicely,  but  this  was  the  best  part.  even  without  gifts,  she  couldn’t  think  of  a  more  perfect  holiday  than  this  and  he  was  enough.  she  watched  him  curiously  for  a  moment,  listening  to  compliments  and  inside  jokes  between  her  mom  and  aunt  sharon.  she  giggled  at  something  they  said,  only  for  billy  to  have  her  full  attention  again.  she  looked  to  him  with  bright  doe  eyes,  melting  at  the  sound  of  him  saying  her  name  and  noticing  what  he  brought  in.  “awww,  you  got  me  something?”  cindy’s  whole  aura  seemed  to  light  up  with  her  features,  unable  to  hide  the  excitement  in  her  tone  and  she  leaves  her  seat  instantly.  “wow...”  she  almost  doesn’t  know  what  to  say,  smiling  and  kneeling  down  on  the  floor  to  look  at  everything  he  went  and  got  her.  “that  was  so  nice  of  you.”  she  looks  between  the  bag  and  the  box,  wondering  what’s  inside  and  drawn  to  the  cute  bag.  deciding  to  open  that  first,  she  peeks  into  it  and  lifts  out  the  bracelets  with  a  little  gasp.  “oh,  these  are  so  pretty  !  i  love  these.”  she  doesn’t  wait  to  slip  them  onto  her  wrists,  turning  her  hand  to  admire  them  for  a  second  before  finding  the  scrunchies  and  nail  polish.  “my  favorite  color,”  she  sings,  then  taking  out  the  lotions  and  lifting  them  up  to  smell  each  scent.  like  vanilla  and  coconut  and  sweet  strawberry,  exactly  the  notes  she  likes  to  give  off.  it  lets  her  know  he  really  pays  attention  to  her.  she  makes  a  high  pitched  sound  of  surprise  at  the  polaroid,  petite  hand  partially  covering  her  radiant  smile.  “oh  my  gosh.  billy,  these  are  perfect !  i’m  gonna  take  SO  many  pictures  with  this.  did  it  come  with  film?”  she  hopes  so,  already  wanting  to  pose  with  billy  in  the  first  picture  taken.  then,  she  looked  at  the  mysterious  and  pretty  box  waiting  for  her.  she  carefully  picked  it  up,  fingertips  peeling  away  the  metallic  gift  wrap  and  wondering  what  could  be  inside.  when  she  lifts  out  the  bright,  cheery  yellow  care  bear,  she  just  glows  with  absolute  delight  with  the  way  she  smiles.  she  likes  this  one,  seeing  a  matching  personality.  “funshine  bear?  oh  my  gosh,  how  cute.  look  at  the  little  sun!  she’s  precious.  i  love  her.”  getting  back  up,  she  wraps  her  arms  around  billy  in  a  long,  affectionate  hug.  she  just  has  to.  “i  LOVE  all  of  these,  they’re  perfect.  thank  you  so  much...”  

she’s  got  a  few  presents  for  him,  too,  things  she  spent  time  thinking  carefully  about  and  they  just  screamed  his  name  when  she  found  them:  a  nice,  cobalt  blue  short  sleeved  shirt,  some  new  rock  music  cassettes  and  a  fancier  men’s  perfume.  she  noticed  the  bottle  in  his  room,  knowing  he  likes  to  smell  nice  and  this  scent  was  irresistible.  “these  are  for  you,  i  hope  you  like  them.”  sliding  the  boxes  wrapped  in  pretty  red  and  holly-printed  wrapping  paper  by  the  tree  closer,  she  passes  them  to  him  with  excitement  and  total  adoration  sparkling  in  cocoa  irises.  “merry  christmas,  billy.”

#turnedahero #I'M CRYING THIS IS S O SWEET??? SDFGHGFDKS #𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 / answered. #save.

[lcveblossomed]

@thrillrs asked: “I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.” ziggy @ alice

"Oh this is why I like you Zig you're just like me you don't take any bullshit." Alice compliments with a grin. She had missed this she missed Ziggy. Even when Alice still spoke to Cindy she remembers Ziggy being like this she's happy Ziggy hadn't grown out of it. She liked the loudmouthed shithead not the polite priss her former friend had become. Fuck she really couldn't think about Cindy right now. "You think you could use some of that chaotic energy to rain hell on some people for me? Normally I wouldn't ask but a couple kids have been giving Jeremy hell and if I do something I'll get in a lot more trouble."

#thrillrs #alice {{ meme response }}

[vs-redemption]

*Hajime gives a little snort when you mention his friends helping him, remembering how they ribbed at him and bribed treats from him but they did mean well. They were supportive in every step from helping him pick his outfit to saving this spot before you and he arrived; he knew they had his back* “They were a little pain in the neck trying to get them to come out here early but I guess it’s worth it with this nice view,” *He looks over to you and grins, eyes shining with fondness* “And I don’t mean the sakura filled park,”

“I’m happy you’re here with me too. I’ve been counting the days until we could meet again. It made my day with all our text messages and calls but…” *He sighs a little and rests his head against yours “It doesn’t compare to actually being with you,” *He can’t help get shy too when you give him permission to kiss you* “Please don’t be sad, Cindy…” *He presses his forehead to yours, smile going soft* “I don’t think there’s a moment where I don’t wanna kiss you,”

*He brings both of his hands to cup your face tenderly, one of them brushing your hair away first. He rubs his nose with yours to get a giggle out of you; a sound he’s really starting to fall in love with. He takes a moment to admire you while stroking your cheek with his thumb and whisper* “You’re so beautiful,” *Then slot his lips over yours in a kiss. He gets a little daring in moving your mouth with his and brushing his tongue over your lower lip before pulling away in case it was too fast for you. You can see his eyes sparkle and with a little laugh, he nuzzles your face happily*

“So, how about we have a little bite to eat? You hungry? Or do you wanna go walking about to see what’s around?” *Hajime suggests when he pulls away from you a tad bit keeping you in his arms still*

-Hajime Iwaizumi

(hello, my dear! i know you're having a bad couple days so i'm here to give you a hug!! and some sweet Hajime! i hope he cheers you up, even a little)

*Even though I'd never met his friends before, I was really starting to enjoy hearing about them. I could tell how important they were in his life, and a small part of me hoped that I'd be accepted into the group when I met them* The view is really nice. *I blush when he says he'd meant me.* I guess your friends didn't have to get up so early if we were content with just looking at each other.

*I can't help but blush a little more when he brings up our texts and calls. One thing that I really liked about him was that it was so easy and natural to communicate. There were never awkward silences or anything. Being with him in person was definitely the best though. My heart skips when he leans his head against mine. I was still getting used to having him that close, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.* It's hard to be sad with you complimenting me so much.

*My heart breaks into a sprint when his face gets closer and he nuzzles his nose with mine. He was so sweet and gentle with his touches and hearing him say I'm beautiful makes my heart ache in the best way. My eyes flutter closed when his lips mean mine and I hum appreciatively when his tongue swipes over my lip. I chase his lips just a bit when he pulls away and I can't help but groan at the loss.*

Hmm, let's eat and then look around. Maybe after walking we'll have room in our tummies to get some sweets from one of the food stalls. *I reach for the bag I'd brought to pull out the bento boxes I'd made for us* And don't think I've forgotten your guitar. I still want you to serenade me.

#🏋️Iwa anon #Iwa anon #best anon squad #I could kiss him forever #He's the sweetest boy #Hajime ♥