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who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships? talk about them! ~tat!

From Cindy: Hello tat! I hope you are doing well today and thank you for visiting my blog. It was really fun to write this because I got the chance to really think about the characters in depth. I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a shipper so I couldn’t come up with 10. I did my best to think of and write about as many ships and brotps as I could though.

Also, I got your other ask about BNHA as well! I have a Japanese lesson I need to prepare for this evening, but I’ll definitely get that posted tomorrow sometime!! Thanks again!!

This is very long, so I put it under a cut :)

Top Ten Black Clover Characters

Yami Sukehiro

I love everything about this guy. He’s hilarious, number one. Everything he says cracks me up and the nicknames he uses for people are gold. I like that he insults people and makes toilet jokes so casually. He comes off crass, but it’s the fact that he treats everyone equally that makes me respect him so much. He holds everyone, including himself, to the same standards. He doesn’t care about your past, wealth, appearance, gender, unconventional magic abilities or wacky personality. No matter who you are, he will call you out if you’re not acting the way you should, but will also back you up and support you when it’s needed. He’s a great leader because he treats everyone equally and is also very accepting that everyone is different.

Luck Voltia

Luck was one of the first characters I fell in love with. I don’t have a lot deep meaning behind how I feel like I do with Yami though. I just really enjoy his chaotic energy and the fact that he wants to fight people all the time. I also think his magic is super badass. His little lightning boots and gloves are so cute. I just wanna cuddle him and ruffle his hair.

Finral Roulacase

I feel so bad for Finral. This poor love starved boy doesn’t deserve the heaping amounts of anxiety he always seems to be feeling. I know he’s supposed to be the ‘perverted’ character, but compared to characters from other anime (Mineta [BNHA] Meliodas [SDS]) he’s not that bad. He tries so hard to be a gentleman by taking people on dates, complimenting them, giving them flowers, and not physically molesting them lol but they never give him a second glance. I also love his character growth so far. Watching him find self-worth beyond being just a mode of transportation, and confidence enough to stand up to his brother has been really fun to watch. I’m so proud of him and I think he’s amazing!

Zora Ideale

This guy. Haha His blunt honesty is so uncomfortable but hilarious at the same time. Like Yami, he calls people out but is somehow so much more offensive about it. I love how he just gives people unsolicited criticism and then adds injury to insult like “oh by the way, here’s a freaking stink bug in your nostril.” To be fair though, he is just as harsh on himself and will acknowledge (to himself) when he made a mistake. His backstory is also so tragic! It is seriously messed up what happened to his dad, but I love that Zora uses that trauma to try and change the word for the better by being the best magic knight he can be and also encouraging (threatening?) other magic knights to be better too. He could’ve so easily become a villain, but he didn’t and I think that’s really honorable.

Mereoleona Vermillion

Oh my god. I love this woman so much. The fact that she was supposed to be the captain of the Crimson Lions but said “nope” and then just went off by herself to live in the most dangerous places in the wild to get stronger is just phenomenal to me. I also really like that, even though she’s a royal and a member of the Vermillion family, she doesn’t just focus on her own squad. It was great when she showed up at the Black Bulls hide out and straight up kidnapped them to have them join her training. I’m just in awe of both her physical and mental strength. She was so cool when she went up against all those elves by herself. I’m not caught up with the manga, but I think I saw a spoiler about her recently and I’m very excited to find out more about it. I pretty much wish I was Mereoleona. She is my spirit animal.

Charmy Pappitson

There is a lot to adore about Charmy. First and foremost, she is an adorable badass. I love that her passion for food is something she shares with her allies and friends instead of being something that makes her greedy. I feel like Charmy is underrated because her magic is great for restoring mana, defense and offense. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t she one of the highest ranked knights in the black bulls? I also love how she gets away with a lot of shit just because she’s cute. The episodes where she straight up just hops onto the wizard king’s lap and feeds him snacks without anyone batting an eye get me every time!

Vanessa Enoteca

Sometimes I think about how Vanessa was willing to give up her own freedom just to save Asta’s arms, and how she gave up drinking for a few episodes in order to focus on a way to not only make herself stronger for upcoming battles, but the rest of her teammates as well. I like her dedication to the Black Bulls. Her thread magic is also pretty cool and I like the clever ways she’s learned to use it.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Poor Fuegoleon is so calm and sensible compared to his siblings. I like that he’s a fair leader that makes sure to consider all angles before passing judgement on someone. He is also a dependable captain and full of great wisdom that aids in character development for important characters like Asta and Noelle. I love how he competes with his sister though, and watching them bicker in the episode where they throw a birthday party for that nun lady was silly.

Asta

How can you not like Asta? He has such a big heart and the best self-discipline out of anyone in the show. He would always rather talk things out before resorting to fighting and likes to understand the motivations behind the actions of his enemies. He is unashamed to be himself and continues to pursue his goals even when other people mock him or put him down. I also like that he is more perceptive of how people think or feel than it would seem sometimes.

Sekke Bronzazza

His personality is pretty much the worst (and I think he actually tried to kill Asta after the magic knight exam… asshole) but the way he always manages to fit “ha-ha” into his speech is so funny to me and always cracks me up. And the way everyone calls him the “ha-ha” guy is very amusing to me, especially when he tries and fails to politely correct them. I also love how he always ends up in the most random situations (in Yami’s bathroom or working for the king).

Top Ten Black Clover Ships/BroTPs

Finral x Vanessa

I guess I just think back to that fight against the Despair guy from the Third Eye because both Finral and Venessa sort of worked together and pushed past their limits for the first time. I think Venessa is also the one that put the green in Finral’s hair, right? I don’t know. Venessa is good for Finral because he’s so insecure and she’s so supportive of other people. They’re cute together.

Yami x Charlotte

I think everyone ships this? lol Charlotte’s independence and personal strength are important to her, and the fact that Yami acknowledges and respects those traits in her makes them a great match. He also constantly encourages her to show her softer side, saying that it’s okay to lean on other people and ask for help. He could help her find balance and be comfortable in her own skin.

Asta x Mimosa

Mimosa is a much better match for Asta than Noelle because Noelle constantly needs validation and attention that she’s just never going to get from Asta. His brain just doesn’t work that way. Mimosa is content with supporting Asta with her magic as best she can, and doesn’t get jealous or competitive in the way Noelle does. Mimosa is soft and gentle which is a nice contrast to Asta’s loud and rough personality.

Yuno x Charmy

I know this is almost like a crack ship, but I can’t help but like it anyway. Like Asta, Yuno isn’t going to be the type of guy to actively pursue a relationship or be overly affectionate. This doesn’t seem to affect Charmy who seems fine with even the most minimal of interaction haha. I think it’s so cute how much she supports and roots for him when she sees him in a fight. And Yuno doesn’t seem to mind her trying to feed him and take care of him either.

Magna x Luck (brotp)

Lucky’s personality is quirky, chaotic, and frankly just difficult to understand, so I think it’s hard for people to get close to him. He comes on so strong with the pranks and desire to fight, plus he doesn’t really know how to hold back. The fact that Magna can endure all that while also seeing Luck as a person on a deeper level than just being some spazzy boy is really wholesome to me. I think it’s good for Luck to have someone who can respect him that way without asking him to change his behavior. I do not think this would work romantically though. Magna is actually pretty sensitive and emotional, and gets pretty upset when Luck is stronger or does better than him in something. It ultimately just drives Magna to work harder, but I think that sort of competition might be bad news in a romantic relationship if he’s always feeling inferior.

Yami x Jack the Ripper (brotp)

I want their friendship! I really do. The way they go from relaxed and having fun to ready to beat each other’s asses is hilarious. And there’s literally no reason for it, they’re just like unnecessarily competitive and I’m living for it. Whether they’re celebrating at a festival, about to have an important meeting with the wizard king, or in the middle of a huge fight with a major bad guy, it doesn’t matter. They will trash talk each other and probably end up brawling. I love it.

Gauche x Grey

The episodes where Gauche had to fight with Gordon and Grey were really cool because those three are probably the oddest oddballs of the Black Bulls. I don’t know if I ship them romantically or just at friends, but the development of the relationship between Gauche and Grey has been interesting and I wouldn’t mind seeing more. Also, please give Gauche something else to obsess over besides his sister lmao

Mars x Fana

I don’t have any strong feelings for them as characters individually, but I like that they fought so hard to protect each other as kids and how they continued to fight for and protect each other after being reunited.

#Tat anon #chat with cindy #black clover #black clover ships #yami sukehiro #luck voltia #finral roulacase #zora ideale #mereoleona vermillion #Charmy Pappitson

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irkenheretic · 4 years

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okay i promised id do it and im doing it: Explaining The Plot Of That AU I’m Vague About: The Post

(as i was preparing to write this i actually got my 250th follower, which slapped)

so i’m just gonna start with the simple version, which is this: it’s a rebel AU which primarily centers around the tallest, who are both defective. they give up on trying to make any meaningful changes as figureheads, and instead direct their attention to being involved with the “neo defect revolution,” or NDR. they do manage to make one change as tallest- there is a garbage dump planet turned into a sanctuary for defectives (who in this au are executed once discovered,) and eventually enough of the populace finds out about it that the tallest have to deal with it. they finesse their way into kicking it out of the empire, so now it’s its own planet with its own rules, governments, and most importantly, immigration policies and protections

a lot of stuff happens and it’s gonna be structured using arcs, and each arc has a separate protagonist/deuteragonist/tritagonist lineup (but that doesnt mean the same lineup won’t be used multiple times!) and yes the insane list of OCs are for this au alone: some arcs are very OC-centric, some have OCs as supporting characters, and a couple are all-OC or mostly-OC.

its going to be very longform and it’ll span from the tallest’s elite training days to twenty years after zim arrives on earth. (the 20 year gap btwn zim arriving on earth and the story proper isnt as tightly plotted as later tho.) the point is to see how a revolution on the scale of the NDR works, who was fucked over by defact laws, who was fucked over by other laws, etc. theres a lot of lore and a lot of headcanons i made for this AU and even a conlang. i am a being of hubris. itll be a series of fics, some multichapter and some oneshots.

the series as a whole is gonna be called Invader Zim: Annexed or just Annexed for short. its a pun on an irken word that sounds similar but means the exact opposite. i am not explaining more bc itll be explained in the fic itself. but thats why the tag for it is #anx lmao

i didnt mean for this to be as long as it got but under the cut im gonna breakdown some of the early arcs:

so it all starts with a fanfic called Love Is The H-Word (no the “h-word” isn’t “hell.) it centers around red and purple as elites-in-training, who do a little whoopsie and have an egg. purple doesnt wanna smuggle it into a smeetery, bc then he’ll never see it again, so they go to the defect sanctuary (still a part of the empire at this point.) purple knows he’s defective while red has a hard time accepting that he is as well, due to events from his past. but being around all these other defects are starting to wear down his denial, and the fic is all about that. it also sets up some plot stuff, like how defects adopted a self-identifier in the word “heretic,” hence the sanctuary being named, “heretirk.” (hey look my url!) (no, the “h-word” is not heretic, either.)

i dont wanna say what happens in that fic bc spoilers, but stuff Happens. its also when we meet some ocs that end up being important, and the existence of others are foreshadowed. this is also where we meet the tallests’ future advisor, rarl kove, for the first time, as a local who decides to keep them company. purple bonds with kove due to their shared interest in politics, while red reluctantly bonds with titch, a young irken (a smeet in heretirken standards, an adult in imperial standards- did i mention he and red are roughly the same age? lol) who is interested in military stuff and thrill-seeking and general destruction. titch is pissed because he claims his father is stealthing on devastis as a military commander, but won’t let titch sneak in as a soldier, as titch is deaf.

(fun facts: in the au, “titch” is regional slang for “a little bit.” ironically, titch the character is above-average in height.)

due to titch’s deafness, he developed “gesturespeak,” irken sign language, so he can communicate. this existing becomes important later

a oneshot called invade the system is right after h-word in publishing order. it details zim’s exploits in leaving foodcourtia, where he was assigned and infiltrating the invading academy he eventually graduates from (in this au, zim is too short to be an invader, which sucks because the hight minimums for the military are really short to begin with lmao)

the fic chronoligically after H-Word focuses on red and purple being back in their platoon on devastis, specifically red navigating his training and his relationships with two defective platoonmates, pon and zi (who are in h-word a little,) after the realization that he too is defective. it also focuses on how the irken military works, and how they train their soldiers.

the first arc overall focuses on red and purple going thru training and such, and ends after they graduate and are on the field, working to get commander rank. (they planned to gain commander rank then leave and go back to heretirk to train an army there, as heretirk has.... no army.) in the middle of this, they’re pulled out and told they are to become the next tallest. they debate over staying and taking the job or just running to heretirk, and they ultimately decide to stay.

the next arc i call the “bridge,” tbh. its less tightly plotted than the other arcs; fics are spread apart from each other chronologically and all that. it spans the time after the tallest being appointed to a little after zim arrives on earth. it also has a couple of anthologies focusing on imperial defects- each chapter is a new character. these guys are all important and the easiest way for me to introduce their backstories without cluttering everything up is anthology style, lmao. other things that happen are a look into how the tallest work, eventually culminating with the resolution of the tallest having to Deal With Heretirk, tenn’s rescue from meekrob, and zim on earth obtaining a half-irken smeet named pip due to stealing an Unethical Science Experiment from dib (which is pip.) the bridge is basically just. “heres some stuff that happens between point A and point B so when we get to point B you’re not confused as all hell.”

the next arc focuses on zim. in the first fic, pip is sick and zim is trying to get into his neighbor’s pants, to cope. this basically sets up that zim in this au has no idea how to find personal fulfillment in living- he’s only OK if he focuses on pleasing someone else, be it taking care of pip or doting on the neighbor, some rando human named piqu (pronounced, “peek.”) this is mainly a cute romance story with the underlying veneer of “a child is slowly and painfully dying” in the background. fun!

without spoiling the circumstances, zim and pip end up on heretirk, which at this point is its own independent planet. pip is in the hospital for most of it so zim has to do his own thing. computer fans rejoice bc hes basically zims dad at this point, who tells him to go outside and get some fresh air and talk to the locals instead of schmooping or screaming in anxiety. im sneakily introducing more characters like ini, the “next-gen zim;” a short bio-engineer (she works on PAKs) who was constantly passed over by everyone because they dont trust someone that short or they dont trust someone that spazzy, even though shes actually brilliant. also her brother mo, who’s a pilot that NOBODY will teach military-class ships to (at this point, HTK has a population of ex-military that had their old ships, but still no formal army) because he doesnt talk and they think hes “slow” as a result. for the curious, he is physically able to talk most times, he just doesnt like it. zim ends up teaching him how to fly military-class which ends up being important laterrr

(haha ini and mo. wheres meenie and minie? ILL GET TO THEM)

no really, theyre quadruplets. named ini, myni, minie, and mo. these are real characters.

minie isnt introduced till later. shes too cool to be the side character in someone elses arc. she is feel uncomfortable when we are not about her.

myni is busy palling around with pip and pip’s friend “elly” (real name elevenn, with two N’s.) elly is a half-meekrob War Crime Baby and tenn’s smeet. he has vision problems (he can “see” energy signatures of things, as opposed to conventional sight. everything is monochrome and he has to really focus to see like, words on a paper. also fuck tablets) but the trade-up is telekinetic powers (that he cant use too much or his brain will melt. fun!) this isnt relevant until the arc AFTER zim’s, where they end up poking around a historical site due to myni’s interest in that kind of thing, and they find logs of an old revolution (that was actually pretty successful in their goal, before they were caught and executed,) that lead them to a man named lefy. he helps with revolutions and helped these guys, and the trio go to seek him out; myni because he wants to impress his parents with helping them, pip because after they’ve recovered enough to walk around and do stuff, feel like they need to justify the choice to save their life and make their dad proud and all that, elly because he doesnt want pip to get hurt and die. And thats where the stuff REALLY starts happening and i cant tell u more sorry

this seemed kind of disjointed but thats bc i cant really be too detailed otherwise id like.... spoil it lmfao. but thats the summary of the first few arcs.

#*falls over and dies* my poor hands and fingeys #yall better mf read this.....#ill post a fic later today or maybe tomorrow #its being betad rn #take this lol! i finally explain myself #for those of you on mobile i am SO sorry #this is fine to rb in case ur wondering. dk why u would wanna but its chill #anarchisma au #live from conventia #long post

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pinkysfaultorbrainsfault · 4 years

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pinky and the brain - s1e3b: that smarts

here it is. lol.

episode summary: frustrated at pinky’s constant disruption of his plans (okay, brain, if you say so) brain invents a machine to make him smarter. it goes about as well as you think it would.

the rundown:

it’s acme labs.

unless this is just some cage in the middle of nowhere, i guess. i don’t know.

no, wait. definitely acme labs. brain is writing in his Mouse Diary, probably relating the weird dream he just had about being in post-war japan. he has a lot of those, it seems, probably because it’s a good way for the writers to keep the status quo.

mumble mumble grump grump mumble mumble

“ah!” like he’s just discovered something. you’re not getting anywhere with those formulae though, brain. ∞A2-A= 2 to the tetration is just absolute gibberish and it’s not going to help you at all.

still, i’m glad he’s found what he’s looking for. satisfied with his nonsense calculations, brain calls pinky over.

bomp.

“narf.”

“what were you doing up there, pinky.”

“oh!” says pinky, who has just remembered he’s british. “i was having a devil of a time cleaning the chimney, brain.”

“we don’t have a chimey.”

“oh, well. there you are then.”

yeah.

brain reassures pinky that he is nowhere near the ceiling, which is good, because we don’t want more asthma than this poor guy already has. instead, he proposes to pinky that he’s figured out why they haven’t taken over the world yet.

“oh, i know why, brain. it’s gremlins.”

LITTLE SPRINKLY SPRITES THAT CONFUSE US

ALWAYS TWIDDLING THEIR LITTLE FINGERS IN OUR EARS

“an interesting theory.”

i like how brain draws himself, here. with the little ¬¬ face. grompy.

“but i have reviewed our past efforts, pinky, turning the situations into numbers in an effort to locate the exact problem.”

“well that sounds, um. narf.”

“yes, i’m sure it does.”

luckily, he’s plotted them all out on his little graph plotter, which is apparently going to paint a picture of the thing that’s ruining their plans... because... that’s how numbers work.... apparently? coming from the guy who thinks you can multiply infinity by -2 tetrated, forgive me for being skeptical.

let’s see how this goes!

oh.

still, pinky looks like he wants to put it on the fridge, so it’s not all bad, i guess. “egad, brain! that looks like me! but flat!”

“it is you, pinky. my calcuations have indicated that you are the problem.”

ouch.

“p... pinky?”

the leering figure of brain in his Man Suit behind him doesn’t help the tone, and should also probably serve as a reminder that sometimes it’s-- well, we’ll get to that.

poor pinky. ):

brain rubs it in further by deriding pinky as a “spazzy, beetleheaded dufus.” he has.... diagrams, to match. this is all very rude and unneeded.

😭😭😭😭😭

“but you’re not getting rid of me, are you, brain? i mean you? working as a single? look at what happened to jerry lewis when he split from dean! all that stuff in your hair--”

“point taken.”

“but fear not.” <gay little hand flip in response.>

but brain has another plan! he is going to make pinky smart. so that’s not too bad, i guess? oh he’s making me change everything about myself! but at least he didn’t dump me.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

i’m waiting for the christmas episode.

so brain gets pinky all strapped into the promare spinny machine.

he also makes this face when pinky asks why people don’t usually just make themselves smarter. so okay. he maintains that “the problem is in the execution”, but quite frankly i think it’s because most people aren’t into eugenics.

anyway brain activates the smartsotron.

it, uh. i don’t know why this shot was taken from this angle. i’m sorry. i’m sure, historically, it made a lot of people happy.

brain does some more scientific mumbling.

“fourty seven knots, six-- nineteen kelvin, fibbonaci, n minus one,”

“coming-- coming--”

in the nicest way possible, brain, i’m not sure he is.

“now!”

if you say so, brain. he goes off to pull the lever that. does that.

it has an effect.

the face of a man who is enjoying himself, apparently.

brain also shorts out the whole electricity for acme labs, which is very funny.

“pinky?” says brain, like he was concerned for his health like five minutes ago, when he put him into the bloody thing in the first place.

“oh, that was fun, brain! haha ha. narf. hoo! i’m all tingly! woo woo.”

“fun, perhaps, but obviously not successful.”

“oh, no, no, i think it was!”

“at first i thought the folded dipole wasn’t working as your centrefed, horizontally mounted conductor,”

“but frequencies below thirty megahertz--!”

“loud and clear! haha!”

“and i must say, brain, the peak value wave shape of the impulse voltage? glorious! i mean, hitting that maximum value without appreciable, superimposed oscillations! egad brain! brilliant!”

haha ha.

“YES!”

good for brain. the worrying implications of his assumption that making pinky smart would cure his tourettes??? we can worry about that later.

narf.

anyway, so tonight’s plan for world domination is that brain will pose as jimmy hoffa--

okay.

anyway, he intends to pose as jimmy hoffa and manipulate the old labour leaders into worshipping him.

with that, they will help him utilise the industrial complex to build a “forced vertoconvector”, whatever that means.

“it will create millions of steaming, tiny guysers that will actually lift people several inches off the ground, immobilising them.”

“egad, brain! it’s like giant air hockey!”

unfortunately for brain, his coefficient values are wrong. “it’s suppose to be sin, not cosin. kind of flips the whole thing around. haha. won’t work.”

inside his head, brain screams, quietly.

but never mind! initially, he’s excited, because pinky has saved them a whole night’s work! tremendous!

and luckily, he has a backup plan, which is also totally going to work. “take a look at this one,”

“colleague.”

“oh, brain.”

this is how mice flirt, i guess.

ignoring that “colleague” is a slight downgrade from “lifelong friend,” brain explains that he intends to program a computer to generate a fantastically popular romance novel, that i actually don’t want to look at the cover of for too long.

ew.

let’s move away from that. the romance novel “will contain a hypnophonetic sentence so long and so confusing that the reader will be forced to reread it, endlessly, out loud, and the frequencies of those sounds will hypnotise all those around them, primed for my suggestion that,”

I RULE THE WORLD. it’s not quite a close up but it’s a funny face so i’m counting it.

pinky is not as hype.

“the frequency needs to be an exact integral multiple of the input, doesn’t it? or it’ll be all wobble wobble bluueeroooogh.”

that’s one way of putting it. “not hypnotic at all, nope. won’t work.”

“yes. you’re right.”

brain is not enjoying this any more, it seems.

“by converting our cage into a nuclear reactor, we can produce enough energy--”

“but your migration area is tiny, brain! the neutron will never be able to slow down from fission to thermal in here!”

“please, pinky. let me finish--”

“but it’s got to be at least one sixth of the square distance between--”

“pinky!”

lms if you are the square distance between pinky.

“it seems to be, brain, that it’s not my fault at all that these plans haven’t worked.”

man. we don’t get to see pinky mad at brain very often? i love it. please let him get this mad in the reboot. madder, even. let them argue, wb!!

i don’t think brain has much grounds to argue, considering that he is, of course, the inventor of Really Big Magnet That Sticks People To The Floor By Their Pocket Change. still, he gives it a go.

he drags pinky back over to his weird little graph machine, citing that he “calcuated it himself” and “the numbers don’t lie.”

<gay little hand flip>. that’s not entirely fair because this is a tween but. it’s funny.

“actually, there seems to be a little booboo right here.”

poke.

he sets about correcting it, of course!

brain may well be at his limit.

(they angle that through the bunsen burner as it boils over, which is a very nice touch. it’s a metaphor, kids! he’s having a Hard Time.)

“these-- this!--”

“it’s preposterous what you’re saying! it’s ridiculous! it’s absurd!”

“but brain--”

“just go!”

“naaaaaarf.” going mouse! leave. ):

but now that brain has vented his own raging insecurities, he has some calculating to do.

well! isn’t that a merry little plot twist.

brain’s response to this is to have a nervous breakdown, because of course it is.

“no!” he cries. “he’s even smarter than i! smarter!”

“but i have accepted my own errors. the team needs balance. balance! yes.”

this can’t be good.

conclusion:

meanwhile, pinky is mourning their friendship! and all of the bops on the head.

“being a smarty is no fun! brain doesn’t like me.”

awww. ):

hm.

meanwhile, brain is wittering on about how “sacrifices must be made,” as he plugs himself into the machine.

“fourty seven knots, six-- nineteen kelvin, fibbonaci, n plus one, coming.” despite that, he doesn’t seem very happy to be here.

bonk.

brain runs back to their cage excitedly, to show pinky what he’s done!

and immediately falls over in the process. aww.

“pinky! look! i’m a ninny! a wooden headed dumbdumb!”

“there’s not a smart thought in my whole empty head!”

this man is having a nervous breakdown.

“narf, i say! narf to the world!”

wait, what’s that noise?

ah.

“ah! it’s good to be back. brain? brain?”

bonk.

that doorway is evidently a real problem for them. someone should probably fix it before they break their little ankles. ):

“i fixed it! i’m a nitwit!” pinky cheers. “hurrah!”

“yes. i fixed it as well, pinky. i’m as dense as a tree stump.”

“you mean--”

“yes.”

“well, we’ll just have to make you smart again, don’t we?”

“we can’t. we’re both too stupid to operate the machine.”

so instead they just sort of sit down and give up, i guess.

“what do you wanna do tonight, brain?”

“the same thing we do every night, pinky.”

“what’s that?”

“i have no idea.” says brain, in a monotone, clearly upset deadpan. “narf.”

so that’s that, i guess.

originally, i was going to give this to brain - they were both as smart as each other, and if they had worked together they probably could have taken over the world. all he had to do was take the L and let pinky advise him.

on the other hand.... pinky is emotionally intelligent enough that i think he could have had a shot at reasoning with brain about it. and if he’d tried, then he would have figured out that brain had put himself in the machine, and if brain had tried to reason through his insecurities, he would have worked out that pinky had put himself in the machine, and--

basically they get half a point again.

brain: 6 pinky: 7 outside influence: 11

because i think that’s fair.

either way, they seem to have fixed it, somehow, by the next segment. so it’s all good.

BRAINSTEM BRAINSTEM.

#patb #pinky and the brain #i could have found some funny parts in this episode but #i wanted to remind everyone of brainstem #BRAINSTEM BRAINSTEM

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frogfaceandzombieboy · 5 years

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OKAY SO here are some of my byers/wheeler family headcanons AS PROMISED @alargedepresso

• ted hasn’t known jonathan’s name for two years and has continually called him steve and asked him about baseball to both jonathan and nancy’s growing frustration until one day at dinner he randomly finally says jonathan out of the blue and nancy and jonathan are all

• mike and nancy frequently whip food at each other and will’s attempted protests do nothing to stop it. he loves those wheeler siblings but thinks they’re absolutely nuts at how they go from 0-60 in five seconds. it’s not uncommon to hear them being soft and bonding over past trauma and then somehow getting to “MIKE YOURE SUCH A DISEASE” “nancy’s on her period again” “OH MY GOD, MOM!”

• will FANBOYS hardcore over how amazing karen looks all the time. he compliments her and calls her outfit/make up combos “iconic” and she’s ALWAYS flattered. karen is so happy someone finally notices all the effort she puts into her appearance (her son’s artist boyfriend! who is equally good at color matching) & she is ecstatic that she finally gets to go to the mall with someone considering it’s the bane of mike and nancy’s existence. will is so. happy.

• nancy and mike frequently go off on radical feminist /bi nerd gay rights rants and they’re the headache ted wheeler cant escape from

• ted loves will, and even though he thinks art is a “hobby” will really secretly loves having a father figure even if ted is.. a little off base sometimes.

• will and mike always tell joyce and karen how theyre gonna get married one day and joyce is just over the moon at how much somebody loves her son and she wouldn’t trade mike for the world because she’s seen time and time again how much he respects will and puts him above all else just like she does

• sometimes hopper and el come over for dinner too and hopper is self conscious about the new pink shirt el bought for him but will tells him that pink is “for sure his color”. hopper cant tell if hes joking and mocking him or being genuine and it lowkey causes him to panic all dinner but will is never going to tell him which one it is

• will has a service dog named milton and holly LOVES HIM and tries to play with him until mike explains to her that milton has a very important job to do and that she needs to let him take care of will. holly accepts this challenge hardcore like the badass wheeler she is and steps aside for milton to walk by every time he prances down the hallway. mike and will laugh at how cute it is

• jonathan will never tell mike just how much he loves him, and constantly gives him shit and continues to call him “will’s spazzy boyfriend” but knows just how lucky he is to have mike in the family. mike knows he’ll win him over one day.

• will loves playing with holly, and he realizes that she must get stressed from all the hectic yelling and miscommunication of the wheeler family. so he takes holly under his wing a little and gets her to eat dinner, and colors with her after dinner on the comfy carpet in front of the tv

• nancy and mike vow to do everything they possibly can to keep will and jonathan here after joyce announces she’s considering moving. they won’t let her take them away and mike says he’ll even lay down in front of the pinto in protest. that mrs byers will have to run him over first if she wants to leave town.

• one day karen snaps and says she’ll burn down hawkins herself if somebody tries to keep mike and will down with their prejudice and homophobia. everybody is shocked but impressed by her sudden expression of strength and support. mike grins like an idiot and has never felt closer to her, and realizes where he gets his rebel streak from

yall there’s way more too but this is what i can remember rn. whenever i try to remember things i never can lol. i’m sure i’ll add on more later!!!

#announcement at the av club #i wrote this out on mobile so i’m sorry this can’t look any neater or with better format!!!#byers fam #wheeler fam

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sweetxchloe · 4 years

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📱Chloe ↔️ Luca

Tagging: Chloe Lynn & Luca Motta ( @doveportluca ) When: April 9, 2020 Notes: Discord Text thread!

Chloe: hey Luca! What time are you free from work tomorrow?

Luca: I don't work at all tomorrow, I get off at 9pm tonight though.

Chloe: Do you usually have Fridays off?

Luca: No, but since I worked New Years and every other holiday since, I was given Good Friday off

Chloe: Are you going to church?

Luca: I was going to look for one tomorrow morning see if I could find a service to go to, since I'm not going to be home. Are you going to church?

Chloe: There’s that one pretty looking church near downtown but I don’t know what type of church it is. And I wasn’t planning on it... but I can go with you if you want? I get home at 4:30

Luca: I'll see what kind of services the churches are offering and let you know, but we don't have to go to church if you don't want, you can always just come over and hang out. I don't work all weekend - I booked it off.

Chloe: You get an actual weekend! When was the last time you had that and wasn’t traveling or busy with family? Chloe: I really don’t mind going to church. I would go with my parents sometimes so it’s not out of the ordinary for me

Luca: LOL a long time, I have to admit. I think maybe when I moved here? But even then I was doing stuff. Luca: Well, I'll see what's happening then. Would you rather go to the Good Friday service or the Easter Sunday one?

Chloe: Luca!! You really need more you time! This weekend is a start and you should get as much rest as possible. Also you’re coming here tomorrow! Would you like for me to get a bath set up for you to soak in? Or is that weird to offer? Chloe: Hmm I think everyone will be at the Sunday one so Good Friday would be better

Luca: No that's PERFECT to offer, oh my god. I'll bring us some good wine to drink, and maybe some lasagna? Luca: Okay, I'll keep you updated tomorrow about the service and the times

Chloe: Oh good! I didn’t know if you would have thought it weird to take a bath in my house

Luca: As long as you're not going to record it, or anything. Luca: Why would it be weird? It's a bath. It's like you having a shower at my place.

Chloe: I knoooow. [...] Chloe: Can I be honest with you about something?

Luca: Of course

Chloe: Ok.....So, I don't know how to start with this so I'm just going to say it and hopefully it makes sense. I like spending time with you. I like the chances we get to hang out. I like you want to teach me how to cook and that snow globe you got me is on my dresser and I smile everytime I see it. I want to spend more time with you and I'm in a place where I think I want to start to actually date and not just do hangouts. And...gah. You probably think I'm crazy or flighty. But I'm just scared of hurting you because I don't want to hurt you. I really, really like you.

Luca: I don't think you're crazy or flighty, and I really hope you're not mad at me or went all spazzy because work got busy. But, I'm all yours for the rest of the night. Chloe, I'm a man in my 30's, I've been hurt before. Besides, I don't think you're going to hurt me and we don't need to go fast. I really like you and enjoy the time we spend together, and I'd like to date you. I just didn't want to rush you.

Chloe: Omg no! I wasn’t mad at you at all!! I know you have such a busy schedule and probably so much on your plate. Which is why when you said you wanted me to come to you about things I felt like I would bother you when you have more important things going on. Chloe: the thing is I want to kiss you and do a little more with you but I also know that that’s something you don’t do with someone unless you’re really comfortable with them. And I don’t want you to feel pressured by me:

Luca: Chloe, you are important to me. I want to know about what makes you happy, or sad. If you're going down the street and see a dog in a top hat. I want to know what's on your mind if you'll let me - because you're important to me. Luca: I wouldn't say I want to date you if I wasn't ready to kiss you and touch you. We might have to wait for sex, but I'm willing to explore foreplay with you. I don't feel pressured by you, but I don't want you thinking that I don't desire you either.

Chloe: You made me laugh so much with the dog with the top hat. It’d be so cute I’d cry first and then tell you about it Chloe: I’m completely fine with waiting. It’s not even that that I’m craving. Not that I wouldn’t be against finding out how it is for us if we get there. You’re the first demisexual guy I’ve been out with and I want to be mindful of that. Chloe: I want to keep seeing you. After tomorrow night and see where it takes us

Luca: I like to hear that Luca: Thank you, Chloe. For being so understanding with me, I appreciate it. I've run into people in the past that haven't been as understanding and empathetic.

Luca: I'm happy with that, more than happy.

Chloe: I do feel like I need to be honest with you about something. Did I ever tell you about my old best friend?

Luca: You mentioned him once or twice, but nothing in great enough detail for me to really remember in depth

Chloe: His name’s Brad. We grew up together. He was my next door neighbor. We went to elm, middle and high school together and were inseparable. We even went to school dances as each other’s dates but it’s always been as friends. People kept waiting for us to get together but it never happened. When I moved to Houston it was really hard because I was away from the world I grew up with and I missed my friends. Especially him. Chloe: he surprised me with a visit as soon as we settled into the new house and we went in this road trip we always talked about. It was during this trip we hooked up and were that way for a month. We talked about telling our parents were dating and he confessed he loves me and had been in love with me. It felt right with him, something I hadn’t had with any other person I’ve dated. When we got back he had to leave suddenly so we didn’t talk to my parents and after some time of hardly talking to him and he not returning my calls or messages or anything...I felt heartbroken. I’m still dealing with that pain because anytime I feel I can have something meaningful with someone that pain presses into my heart. Chloe: During Spring Break I saw him at a bar and it was as if all those promises and pain and years of hurt and anger and tears came back and I went up to him and punched him. It was such a reactive and stupid thing but I punched him. And maybe more. Part of that is kinda blurred because I was so pissed! Chloe: and since then he’s been texting and calling me. Full of apologies and how he is an idiot and with all these excuses. Chloe: but I want you to know about all of that to kind of understand why I get the way I do. And I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry

Luca: So THAT was who you punched. I was wondering.... Jesus, I don't blame you for giving him a right hook now. I want to beat him up for you now. Luca: Thank you for sharing that with me, Chlo. I know that wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, but I'm glad you did. Luca: We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable you're with, and if you're ever unsure, or you need reassurance, you just need to ask. Even if you want to talk for hours on end, or need to ask me 5 times in a row... Do it. Because I'm not going anywhere, and I've been interested in you pretty much since the moment we started talking, I just didn't want to freak you out. So I won't pull a Brad, but I do want you to know that I'm here if you need to talk. Whether it's about him, anything bothering you, how you're feeling... I'm here. Luca: Sorry if that didn't make sense, I'm tired, but I really just want to give you a hug, so I rambled.

Chloe: it made sense to me. It’s not an easy story to share but I don’t want to keep you in the dark about things. I’m trying to be upfront so I don’t lead you on but I’m not sure what I’m doing at this point. Punching him made me feel better. Like a part of me was able to let that go. So with that I want to date and try to let someone in. But there is still that other part that has been through years of hurt and she’s not ready yet. Chloe: I know Im rambling, especially when you said you’ll be patient but I just have so much on my mind and...yeah. That’s... it. Lol

Luca: Do you want to go for a walk? We can talk about it some more. If you want, of course. Luca: And like I said, if that part of you starts coming out and she's not ready once we start seeing one another.. Then you just have to tell me. I'm okay with that. I want you to be comfortable, Chlo.

Chloe: Right now? Chloe: You’re really easy to talk to. I mean that. Sometimes I have to sit and think about what I’m going to say and I hate that. But not with you

Luca: If you want, I can grab us a coffee. Luca: That makes me happy. You're really easy to talk to too.

Chloe: you said you’re tired, Luca. Plus I’m sticky and covered in flour from baking so many cookies. Oh yeah! You’re getting a tin tomorrow!

Luca: Well then just know if you want to talk, we can tomorrow. Also, you good for a 7pm mass at Sacred Heart?

Luca: COOKIES.

Chloe: How about a phone call? That way it’s like we’re together but we’re not. It’ll need to be after I walk Luna and shower. Chloe: Yes!!! I’m super proud of my icing job on these. I’ve been practicing since Christmas Chloe: 7pm works for me! I haven’t been to a mass in awhile.

Luca: I can do that! Luca: Did you do royal icing? Luca: Perfect, I'll come by around 5 and we can have dinner together

Chloe: I did!! Chloe: *attaches pic*

Chloe: look at how cute they came out!

Luca: They're great! Also look really good too

Chloe: but I’m so tired! Chloe: ok. Give me like 30 mins and I’ll call you

Luca: You deserve a gold medal for how many you made Luca: Talk to you soon, gorgeous.

#text: luca

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sweet-pea-imagines · 5 years

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The Act (Sweet Pea X Reader) (Lyric Imagine) Requested.

Request: Can you do a sweet pea x reader to the song 18 by anarbor?

Requested by: @skeletalwolfcat

Summary: All you wanted to do was prove to your parents that you were grown up…that you didn’t need them. Not only did you prove your point to them, but you fell for you partner in crime along the way.

Warnings: probably cussing, underage drinking, fighting, implied verbal abuse.

Word Count: 5,876

Just a quick note, this is my first imagine based from a song! The lyrics will be in bold. Some of them will be before certain paragraphs setting up for the scenario, and some will be said by characters themselves. Sorry lol, I’m over explaining. Anyway! Here we go….

You and Sweet Pea had known each other since the fourth grade. Naturally, you two became best friends pretty quickly. Your calm demeanor balanced out his spazziness, and vice versa. Everyone always said that you two would be the perfect couple, however that never happened…well, until you both graduated.

18, crazy

It all started at a wild graduation party at some random Northsider’s house the weekend after graduation. Sweet Pea had somehow managed to convince you to go to said party, after much persuading and eventually a promise of chocolate and a movie afterwards. Of course, you agreed. You were his best friend, you had to be with him at the graduation party.

“Oh, come on Y/N,” Sweet Pea said, nudging your shoulder as he drove. “It’ll be fun! I promise.”

“It better be,” you grumbled. “I don’t want to have to go outside for no good reason.” He chuckled at your introverted self and turned his eyes back on the road.

After a short drive the two of you arrived at the house party. You couldn’t help but notice how secluded the house was. Already, there was blasting music pulsing from inside the house. Teens sat on the porch; some dancing, some drinking, and a younger couple sat on the porch swing making out. Wonderful, you thought as you stepped down from the Sweet Pea’s truck. You immediately crossed your arms and waited for him to come around for you.

“Aw, come on bashful,” he said. His large arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walked up the path to the house. He knew how anxious you got in social situations. “I will stay with you all night okay? You will not be leaving my sight.”

“Pinky swear?” You held up your little finger to him. He chuckled, but locked pinkies with you, nonetheless.

“Pinky swear.”

That promise lasted maybe ten minutes until you slipped away from him as he talked to a friend and got hopelessly lost. People didn’t even bother to watch out for you, rather just shoving you out of the way. You began to panic rather quickly considering you barely knew anyone here other than Sweet Pea. This house is fucking huge, you thought to yourself as you found your way outside. There was a pool and hot tub, surrounded by tipsy teens. Scanning the crowd for any sign of your friend, you caught the eye of an obviously drunk guy across the pool from you. He was giving you the stare, making you increasingly uncomfortable as he licked his lips. You rolled your eyes and turned on your heel, taking your search elsewhere.

Finding yourself inside once more, you shrugged passed people, throwing manners out the window. You were stressed and lost and tired. Soon you found yourself at the drink table. Not trusting any of the punch there, you sat against the wall beside the table and pulled out your phone. You’d barely been at the party for half an hour, and you already felt more anxious than you could have anticipated. With shaky hands you typed a quick message to Sweet Pea, telling him where you were and that you were freaking out.

“Come on Pea, where are you?” you mumbled to yourself after a few minutes. Although you really wanted to, you didn’t leave your position, but stood from your seat and stretched to see above the crowd.

“You need some help there baby?” It was the creepy guy from the pool. Scoffing, you turned away.

“I’m good, thanks.”

The guy was suddenly right behind you, breathing in your ear. You gagged at the smell of his rank breath. Before you could walk away, he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him.

“Let go.” You said sternly. Only, he didn’t listen, but rather slid one hand down to your ass. That set you off. Without another word, you spun around and packed all your weight behind your elbow, hitting him dead on the nose. “I said to the let me fucking go!” you screamed as he stumbled into the table, falling on his ass. People turned around and stared at you.

“You fucking bitch,” the guy stood up and tried to lunge at you. Sweet Pea intercepted him, punching him in the gut before throwing him back into the wall.

“Sweets, let’s just go, please.” Your eyes welled with tears and panic. As soon as he heard your voice, he turned around. You grabbed his arm and urged him through the crowd, tears streaming down your face. As soon as you got outside and into his truck, you started apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry Pea,” you cried. “I didn’t mean to run off and ruin your night. I-I should’ve stayed home. I should’ve—”

“Hey, no, no. You didn’t ruin my night. Aw, come ‘ere,” he cooed, pulling you closer to him as you shook. He knew if he didn’t calm you down soon, you’d go into full panic attack mode. He wrapped his arms around you, laying your head on his chest so he could smooth your hair. “You did nothing wrong Y/N, nothing wrong at all.”

“I—I got you in—in a fight,” you stuttered, crying harder. He gently kissed the top of your head, calming your sobs before responding.

“When have I ever been mad about getting in a fight?” he chuckled lightly. The rumble of his laugh the calm thrum of his heart had calmed you down enough to laugh quietly. You sat up slowly. “There she is,” he grinned at you. “Now, how about we ditch this lame ass party and get some milkshakes yeah?” You grinned widely and nodded. “Buckle up.” You took the middle seat, rather than the window, wanting to be closer to him.

Pulled up in your daddy’s car

The low rumble of your dad’s SUV pulling into the trailer park early the next morning woke Sweet Pea up. Alarmed at your early appearance, he jumped out of bed and unlocked the door. As he pulled it open, he saw a peek of your tear-stricken face. You climbed the porch slowly, wiping away your tears.

“Hey Sunshine,” he greeted. As soon as you heard his voice you burst into tears.

“They kicked me out,” you cried. Pea pulled you into a bear hug and led you inside.

“They don’t deserve to have you in their house anyway,” he said, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Pea…where am I gonna go? I have no one!” You tried to compose yourself but failed miserably. He let you lay on his shoulder.

“No, you have me. You will always, always, have me.” His blood boiled at the fact that your parents would just throw you out. You were only a few months over 18, it was just sick. “Hey, listen, you wanna move in with me? You’ll have a home.” Guess we’re off to a heavy start, you thought.

“Oh Sweets, I can’t let you do that,” you said, sitting up finally. “I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“You’re not going to be. And yes, you can. You are staying here. Deal with it,” he smiled. You tackled him in a hug, your tears of pain turning into tears of happiness.

“Thank you, Sweet Pea, so much.”

…

“Why do you put things up so high?” You stood on your toes, trying to grab the salt from the cupboard. You had insisted on making a real dinner for your first night staying with Sweet Pea.

“Because I’m not short like you are!” Sweet Pea replied, reaching above you. He handed you the seasoning as you slapped his arm.

“I am not short!” you protested. “I am average height. You, on the other hand, are simply a tree.” He chuckled, turning away from you to sauté some vegetables for your stir-fry. The two of you laughed and danced to Queen as you made dinner.

For the first time in a long time, you had fun…something you thought wouldn’t ever find you again. And yet, it did; in the form of Sweet Pea. He was your knight in shining armor, your bright sun after a rainy day, your happiness after weeks of being left in the dark. Because of him, you felt like you finally belonged somewhere…right here, dancing in the kitchen to music way before your time with your best friend.

As Sweet Pea stood staring at you snapping your fingers to Another One Bites the Dust, he couldn’t help but feel something that heated him from the inside out. It was a feeling that brought color to his cheeks, a smile to his face. His thoughts wandered to a far place where he could protect you, make you happy forever.….no, oh no, no, no, he thought to himself. You cannot like her. It hit him very suddenly. He never thought he’d like you that way, but when he looked back, even by a few hours, he had for a while. Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away, he thought.

“It’s doooooone!” you exclaimed, spinning in multiple circles, finally bowing. Sweet Pea chuckled and clapped.

“You’re worried.” Sweet Pea had been watching you eating. Not in a creepy way, you were just quieter than usual. You sat across from him at the coffee table, eyebrows scrunched as you ate. Your gaze snapped up to meet his, you blushed.

“Am not.”

“I’ve known you for what? 8 years now?” he sighed. “I think I’d know if my best friend was worried by now. Come on now, what is it?” he pointed at you with his fork. You sighed deeply, thinking for a moment.

“It’s just…I have to get my stuff from my parent’s tomorrow, and I don’t know what to do,” you mumbled. He gazed at you for a long moment. “You know how they are…. I have this aggressive feeling to just royally piss them off. To just make them so mad that they’ll finally realize that I don’t need them.” You were clenching your fists, locking your jaw. Even through your hate you saw Sweet Pea’s mouth open to say something, but close almost instantly. “What? What is it?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” he trailed. “Really, it was nothing.”

“You’re lying. You can’t lie to me, you’re terrible at it.”

“I just had an idea. A dumb one at that.” You waved your hands in circles, prompting him to continue. “What if we…well, just here me out here. What if we pretended to be together? Your parents have always hated me, so I was thinking—”

“That’s a brilliant idea!” You exclaimed. “They’ll hate that!” Sweet Pea was surprised by how quickly you accepted the idea. “We can hold hands and stuff! And you can call me babe or something!” You were very excited about getting back at your half ass parents. “Or better yet, I’ll call you something like that. They will be furious!” You couldn’t help but giggle excitedly at the idea. Sweet Pea chuckled at your excitement and shook his head as you rambled on about how everything was going to work out.

18 crazy

I know what you want from me

“Yes, Y/N, I know,” Sweet Pea said. You had already explained the plan to fool your parents multiple times. At this point, he wasn’t sure if you were over explaining because you were excited or nervous. Knowing you, it was probably both.

“Sorry, sorry.” You wrung your hands as Sweet Pea pulled into your parent’s driveway. “Okay. We got this,” you muttered to yourself, closing your eyes for a moment. “This will go over smoothly.”

“Uh…alright creepy…let’s get going, yeah?”

“Right, sorry.” You apologized.

“Y/N,” he warned, “we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to apologize about everything you do.”

“Yes, you’re right. Sor—no, I’m okay, just nervous. You do know what to do right?”

“Yes Y/N.” He climbed out of his truck and helped you down. His arm wrapped over your shoulders, you approached your home.

So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them

Show them you’re all grown up

If long hair and tattoos

Are what attract you

Baby then you’re in luck

Sweet Pea knocked heavily on the front door, kissing your head just as someone yanked the door open, for affect of course.

Your dad stood in the doorway, obviously surprised by the scenario in front of him. He glared at Sweet Pea even though he was a full head shorter.

“Heeeey…Dad,” you greeted. “Came to get my stuff, since you know, you and Mom kicked me out.” Your Dad simply grumbled under his breath and stepped out of the way, barely leaving enough room for you to go through. Sweets shouldered passed. As you stepped in, you could see your mother down the hall in the kitchen. She quickly disappeared when you made eye contact with her.

“Your stuff upstairs baby?” Sweet Pea asked. You nodded, being sure to check for a reaction from your father. He looked like he was fuming but trying to hide it. Smirking, you led Sweet Pea up to your bedroom.

“Damn,” you mumbled, “they move on fast.”

You surveyed the room. There were boxes everywhere, full of all your stuff. Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you looked around at the empty room. It was like your whole childhood was packed away, held in boxes too small.

“You okay?” Sweet Pea asked suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts. You nodded, knowing your voice would deceive you if you spoke. He came to stand in front of you. His big hands lifted to cup your face. He swiped away the tears on your cheeks that you didn’t know had fallen. “You’ve always been such a bad liar.” You sniffled. And in that moment, as you stared into his chocolate brown eyes, as his hands cupped your face, you realized something. Something burned deep in your chest, and you had the sudden urge to kiss him, right then and there, even though tears were streaming gently down your face. No, no, no! you thought. You cannot like him! He’s your best friend! “Come’ ere,” he mumbled. He pulled your head into his chest, holding you as you cried.

“Sweets,” you cried into his chest, “I should-I should be here to get my-to get my stuff for-college. Not because they kicked me out!”

“Oh princess, I know, I know,” he ran his fingers through your hair as you cried harder. It was as if he could feel you falling apart at the seams in his arms. Every sob, every tear, every sniffle, was just another part of you, breaking from your body. His heart broke as yours did. This was something he couldn’t fix. He couldn’t pull you back into one piece once you fell apart, but he could try to hold you together, and try he would.

After a few minutes Sweet Pea pulled away, wiped your tears.

“Hey, look at me,” he demanded gently. “We are gonna get your stuff and go. You aren’t gonna let them see your cry okay?” You nodded quickly, wiping at your nose. He quickly kissed your forehead, making your heart jump, and started grabbing boxes.

To say your parents were pissed was an understatement. They were fuming by the time you and Sweet Pea left. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on their faces.

“We should do that more often,” I laughed.

“What? Piss off your parents?” he chuckled. You nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah. I’m down if you are.” You grinned at him and tried to bury your feelings as you drove off.

And I know it’s just a phase

You’re not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents baby

Piss off your parents

Without realizing it the two of you had become increasingly closer. In public he always had his arm around your shoulders, occasionally whispering in your ear, making you giggle. More often than not he called you princess or babygirl; you’d call him Sweets. He’d often sneak up behind you at the Wyrm to pick you up, spinning you around. He loved the way you squealed and laughed.

Your parents surely thought you were dating. On the rare occasion that you saw them in public, they refused to make eye contact with you. It broke your heart a little more every damn time. And Sweet Pea knew how broken you felt, he could see it whenever someone mentioned their parents. But slowly, over the course of a couple of months, he gradually helped you to collect all your pieces and put you back together. He replaced your now heartbreaking family memories into joyful ones full of laughter, friends, and love. So much love.

Even your friends were starting to believe you two were dating. Toni and Fangs were constantly gossiping about how much they shipped it. They asked you and Sweet Pea often if you were together, dating, or sleeping together. And no matter how many times you said you were just friends, they never believed you.

However, Sweet Pea felt deep down that what you two had wasn’t real. He felt that he knew that you were just going through a phase of being in love with your bad boy best friend. As much as he wished that you felt the same, he knew you didn’t. To him it didn’t matter how many times you kissed his cheek or told him you loved him in public, it was all an act. You weren’t in love with him, you couldn’t be in love with someone like him. In his mind you were too good for him. Smart, loving, caring, cheery, selfless, the list went on and on…he was none of those. He could never—

“Sweets. Sweets! Hey!” You were waving your hand at him from the kitchen. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at you.

“Yeah?” You laughed at his dazed state.

“Do you want a beer with your dinner?” You emphasized every word slowly, holding in your laughter.

“Oh, uh no. I’m good,” he replied groggily. He hadn’t realized that he was dozing off on the couch.

“Okay,” you chuckled. You turned away and started plating dinner again. He couldn’t help but watch you as you worked. And he suddenly realized something.

That’s alright with me

It didn’t matter if this was all an act on your part, or if every hug and sweet whispers and ‘I love you’ was fake, because your smile was always real. Your laughter at his dumb jokes? Real. The blush that creeped up your cheeks when he kissed your head? Real. Every bit of joy he brought to you was real, and that’s all that mattered. If he could bring a smile to your face on a bad day, then this trick on your parents was alright with him.

You know I’m broke

As much as he tried to hide it, you knew Sweet Pea was stressed. There was bills to pay and food to buy, and he was just dead ass broke. He hadn’t had a run for FP in weeks. His last pay all went to bills. That was before you got a job though.

“I can always help you know,” you said.

It was well after midnight and Sweet Pea was out on the couch, trying to figure out how many shifts at the motorcycle shop he could work. You had been sleeping in his bed since you moved in, and he passed out on the couch’s pull out each night, refusing to make you sleep on the couch.

“No, not gonna happen,” he replied sternly. You sighed and approached him. Folding your legs to your side, you sat down beside him, resting an arm on his hunched shoulder.

“You’re gonna have to let me help out eventually hun.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Sweets, I can help, you know that,” you leaned forward to look at him.

“You shouldn’t have to though,” he sighed, running a tired hand through his already messy locks.

“Well, I can and I’m going to,” you concluded.

So you pulled out your daddy’s card

“Where are you going?” You jogged down the hall to the bedroom as Sweet Pea called after you. Grabbing your tote bag, you padded back to him quickly. You plopped back on the couch beside him, bag in your lap. When you couldn’t find what you were looking for, you resulted to dumping your bag out on the coffee table. “What are you doing? You’re making a mess!” Sweet Pea exclaimed.

“I couldn’t find my wallet,” you stated, as if that explained why you just made a huge mess on his coffee table.

“Probably because you have twelve books in your bag.”

“Are you throwing shade at my books?” He shrugged in response, making you laugh. “And I actually have four, well, three. Four including my planner.”

“Why do you need a planner? You don’t do anything!”

“First of all, that was rude!” you chided. You grabbed your wallet and started opening it, fighting receipts that threatened to fall out. “Second, I’m not arguing with you about my books right now.” This time he laughed. Finally, you found what you were looking for. “Aha! Here, use this.”

“What is—is this your dad’s debit card?” He was alarmed, taking the plastic card from you.

“Well, no. Not technically. My name is on the account, meaning only I can take money out. His name is just on the card,” you explained to a confused Sweets. “He made a bank account for me when I was little and put money in it almost every payday.”

“What was the money for?” he asked. He knew you weren’t telling him the full story.

“Um…”

“Tell me.” His tone and look were stern.

“College…”

“No! Absolutely not! We are not using that!” He exclaimed. “That is money meant to get you through college babe, not to pay bills.”

“Sweets come on. Let me help just this once, please?” you begged. “Just this one time, then I’ll get a job and we won’t have to use my college funds, please.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, hands clasped at your chest.

“I—” he fought for an answer for a moment. “Fine! Just stop looking at me like that.” You laughed and hugged him quickly. “Just this once Y/N, no more.”

***

No matter how much Sweet Pea told himself that none of this mattered because it was all a game, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t good enough for you. Even if this was all fake, he still wasn’t good enough. But you still managed to change his mind sometimes.

“Come on Pea!” You were currently trying to tug him to the pool tables, not even making him budge. “Pleeeeeeaaase?” You pleaded. He caved instantly when he saw your puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, whatever. Fine!”

“Yay!” You pulled him over and grabbed a stick to chalk it. He followed in suit. “Okay, where do we start?” You asked excitedly. For the next hour he taught you how to hold your cue just right and how to make your perfect shot. He loved how happy he could make you. He began to think that maybe this could be real. But he grabbed a beer to sip and realized he was wrong. No, he thought, I’m not good enough for her. I drink, I smoke.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking around you,” he said. You gave him a confused look.

“What? Why?” you asked. “I don’t mind. Plus, I think stoners are kind of hot,” you winked playfully, making him laugh. He never actually smoke cigarettes, just pot.

“I mean yeah. You ate it up from the very start,” he chuckled. Your friends sat at the bar, a good ways away, watching their two best friends flirt and laugh.

“There is no way they aren’t dating!” Toni exclaimed.

“Maybe they’re just hooking up on the down low,” Fangs suggested, sipping his beer.

“No way! They have to be dating.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just watch the way they look at each other Fangs. Or the way they talk to each other. They are both just so happy when the other is around,” She concluded. Fangs shrugged in response, then smiled when he realized she was right. He could see how much love and affection was in your eyes when you looked at Sweet Pea. And he could see how much Sweet Pea reciprocated it.

“Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away,” Fangs admitted. Toni nodded in agreement. Neither one could stop smiling as they watched their two best friends slowly fall deeper and deeper into one another.

I’ll play your game

I know what you want from me

You and Sweet Pea had been in the grocery store when you saw them. They stood at the other end of the aisle, not noticing you as you reached for a bottle of olive oil. Sweet Pea followed your gaze and noticed them as well. You gave him a pleading look as they were about to turn around, knowing they’d see you. As much as he was hating this all being fake, he complied.

So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them

Show they your all grown up

As your parents turned around, Sweet Pea slid one hand into your back pocket, using the other to grab the bottle for you. You giggled genuinely when he slid into your pocket, making him chuckle. He through the bottle into the cart and turned you to face him, resting his empty hand on your hip.

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you’re in luck

You ran your fingers through his long hair before tracing his neck tattoo with your finger. Out of the corner of your eye you caught your parents looking.

“I love you Sweet Pea,” you said softly. It was barely loud enough for them to hear, but they did. They turned away and stormed off down the aisle. Laughing, the two of you broke off from each other and continued on with your shopping trip.

It had been an exhausting day for the both of you. After a late dinner, the two of you settled on the couch, eventually finding your self on his chest where you dozed off. Sweet Pea ran his fingers through your soft hair as the movie played. Looking down at you, he couldn’t fight the knot in his chest. Ever since you said you loved him in the store, he’d been thinking. Thinking about how genuine it seemed, how happy you were. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it seemed like you meant it. He wanted to tell you how he felt, so bad it hurt. Wanted to tell you how happy you made him. How much he loved you. How much he wanted to make you feel like the most amazing girl in the world…because to him you were.

“Y/N,” he muttered softly. “Y/N.” He was a bit louder this time. When you didn’t respond, he took it as a sign.

“I love you,” he began. “And if I’m being honest, I have for a long time. It hurts. I just want you to feel the same, and sometimes it seems like you do. I want this to be real, all of it. But I can’t forget that it’s not. That you’re not mine. And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me. You just wanna piss off your parents baby…yeah, piss off your parents. But if I can make you happy, even for a little bit…that’s alright with me.”

You woke up to the Sun shining right in your eyes. Groaning, you rolled over, searching for someone. But he wasn’t there. He never slept in the same bed with you, which you hated. Although, he did let you fall asleep with him on the couch last night, laying on his chest. He must’ve carried me back here. Picking up your phone, you smiled at how it was plugged in, another thing he must’ve done for you.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, surprised. It was already nearly noon, which wasn’t terribly late, but you would’ve thought you’d wake up by now. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you made your way lazily down the hall into the kitchen. Sweet Pea was sat on the couch, already dressed and ready for the day.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” he greeted. You waved at him as you yawned and stretched, a smile on your face. You plopped down onto the couch beside him and snuggled into his side. Out of habit, he wrapped his arm around your frame. The two of you sat in silence, except for whatever football game was on, for a few minutes before he spoke up. “Want some coffee?”

“Yes please,” you replied. He couldn’t hide his smile as he stood up. “I love you so much,” you sighed gratefully as he handed you your coffee.

“No you don’t,” he said sharply. “Don’t say that.”

“Wait—yes I do. What—” you stuttered, searching your head for the right words.

“No you don’t. Now stop it.” He gave you a warning glance. Is he actually mad at me about this? You thought.

“What is your problem?” You looked at him from your side of the couch, confused at how fast his mood changed.

“You’re not allowed to say that you love me. Not here.”

“What the hell do you mean Sweet Pea? I tell you that all the time. I tell everyone that.” He stood up and stormed into the kitchen, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Setting down your cup, you looked up at him from across the room.

I know what you want from me, he thought.

So if you wanna piss off your parents

“Yeah, you can tell your friends that you love me. You can make your parents think you love me to make them mad. I don’t care about that.” He clenched his jaw. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again.

Date me to scare them

“But don’t you ever say it to me again, especially when we are alone.” He paused. You searched his face for answers to what was happening. “This was all just some fake relationship so you could piss off your parents, show them you’re all grown up.

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you’re in luck

“Sweet Pea…” you sighed. “I don’t understand. You agreed to this.” Your voice was becoming harsher as you spoke longer. Frustration was boiling in your stomach.

“Yeah, I did,” he admitted. “But I didn’t think it would be so real.” He stared at you for a moment, eventually looking away.

“What do you mean?” you wanted answers.

“I mean that I—”

“You what Sweet Pea?” You asked gently. You stood up and approached him.

“I love you,” he said. “And I hate that I do.” His voice was cold, his face stony.

“I love you too,” you admitted.

“Stop lying to me!” He snapped.

“I’m not lying to you!” you yelled back, fists clenched. He refused to meet your eyes.

“I know it’s just a phase. You’re not in love with me.”

And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me.

“Why don’t you believe me?” Your hands shook as tears welled in your eyes.

“Because—” he paused. “This was never supposed to happen. This was all supposed to be an act to make your parents regret leaving you behind. But ever since that first night…I can’t help but hope this is real…somehow.” He looked so vulnerable; guard down, face softened.

“Sweet Pea…” tears slipped down your cheeks. He looked up when he heard you sniffle. “Why do you think I kept this going? Why do you think I didn’t stop playing this game…?... I fell in love you,” a sob broke your words. “so hard.” His heart sunk. Why hadn’t he seen it all along? For months the two of you had been falling for each other and no one knew. Neither one of you knew…

“I—I’m sorry.” In two long strides he was in front of you. He took your face in his hands.

You wanna piss off your parents baby

Piss off your parents

That’s alright

You wanna piss off your parents baby

Piss of your parents

That’s alright with me

And he pressed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, lips molding perfectly into his. It was as if your lips were meant to align, like you were meant to be kissing him, and only him. Butterflies and fireworks ignited in your stomach, bringing heat to your cheeks that he could surely feel as his big hands cupped your face.

The kiss was slow…and gentle. Oh, so gentle. Tears still fell from your eyes and you were sure they were of relief.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you lifted yourself onto your toes. His hands fell to your hips, holding you flush against him. And you kissed for what seemed like hours but was only a few perfect little moments.

He pulled away breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. Smiles of relief and pure joy broke onto both of your faces. A breathy laugh escaped your lips. Your eyes fluttering closed, you moved your hands to his shoulders.

“I knew it had to be real,” Sweet Pea whispered.

“It was always real love.”

“I’ve waited so long for this. I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you two Sweet Pea.”

The next day, the two of you walked into the Wyrm, hand in hand. Toni and Fangs could tell by the looks on your faces that it was official.

“It’s about damn time,” Toni smiled widely.

“You guys look good together,” Fangs added.

You blushed as Sweet Pea pulled you onto his lap, kissing your temple. You turned just enough to kiss him on the lips. Everyone cheered. Apparently, you were the only two who didn’t see what you had. But finally, after a long wait, both of you knew.

I am so sorry this took so long to write. I have been in a serious writing rut lately, but finally I just hunkered down and wrote this. It took me about the span of a week to write and it is the longest thing I’ve ever written anywhere. I am so in love with it and so proud of how it turned out. I hope you all loved it too. I love you all and thank you for being so patient with me.

Tag list: @madaboutlili @mareenxbr @cassieluci @xhannahxjaynexx @sweetpeas-sweetpea @choke-me-sweet-pea

#sweet pea #imagines #sweet pea imagines #fluff #sweet pea fluff blurbs

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NCT 127 – “Neo City: The Origin” in San Jose (Fan Account - 190509)

Left work at 5:40pm, arrived in San Jose at 7:10, bought chicken nuggets from McDonald’s, and entered the concert hall at 7:50.

Hall feels kind of like a high school auditorium. Was expecting something a little more memorable.

I was kind of nervous and wondering if the $160 would be worth it, but I was excited about it too. Texted BFR and MKT a quick photo and both replied with excitement for me.

Concert begins.

(Cherry Bomb) Took me a little bit to get energized, but the smooth glide, backward fall, and leg split were everything.

NCT lightsticks are bright af. Every time the girl next to me waved hers to my side, I think I went just a little bit more blind lol.

(Chain) Taeyong’s absss. I was trying to fix something on my phone and, BAM! Front and center on the big screen. That shit came out of nowhere >.<

Didn’t have a lightstick this time, so I was just kinda awkwardly standing there. People around me must’ve thought I was the quietest kpop fan ever. But in my head I was hyped xD

(Ment #1) Taeyong really knows how to pump up a crowd—from his stretched out “Ohhh yeahhhh” that reclined into a sexy, throat-deep groan to his vocalized sports tournament siren after introducing his name. And his little fumble when trying to say “lifetime memories” was cute.

(Fly Away with Me) Ugh, this song put me in a mood. And Taeyong’s bouncing dance moves. He does them really nice.

(Back 2 U) Yuta’s vocals o.o And Taeyong’s soft swag throughout.

Not as many Taeyong stans as I thought, but definitely one behind me. I relate to her every time she screams for him when he does something remotely sexy and the crowd is quiet in obliviousness xD

(City 127) Slower song and Taeyong’s still not able to sit still. He was the only one who stood up and danced around for his part, and he continued to wiggle around in his chair after that xD :3

(Angel) So. Much. Skinship. Taeyong scooting his chair over to Jaehyun and being all squishy, touchy, and adorable with him. More with Yuta & Doyoung, and Jungwoo & Haechan. The line, “I’ll be your morning star” gave me all the feels. I eventually found myself swaying along.

(Jet Lag + more) Yuta’s slow, emotional hair flip and his unrelenting cuteness. If Taeyong doesn’t do it first, this kid might just kill me >.<

(Ment #2) Yuta being cute af and possibly throwing some random Japanese in there? xD

(No Longer) Definitely falling for Taeil’s voice.

So many Taeil, Haechan and Jaehyun stans.

(Regular) Taeyong’s sex faces live are killing me.

(Wake Up) The bars have come out. Hyped by Taeyong’s “Are you ready San Jose!” and subsequent ‘yeah’s and ‘whoo’s and arm pumping dance.

(Baby Don’t Like It) Taeyong literally coming in like a pimp on top of the bars. Sunglasses, posture, attitude, and all lmao.

(Mad City) The vibrations man, the fucking building was shaking.

(Good Thing) Taeyong’s outlandishly flamboyant paint-splatter suit, wtf xD Also his moonwalk is so fucking smooth. Yuta is adorably bouncy in his cute yellow sweater.

Seeing Taeyong’s sex faces in person is ridiculous (part 2).

…is Yuta my bias wrecker?

Chipmunk voices on the mic… (Started with Mark’s mic during Mad City and continued randomly throughout)

Changing lightstick colors with the music. Didn’t expect that to happen here. For some reason I thought it was only a Korea/Japan thing lol.

(Superhuman) The superior song. Always fall for that head snap in the beginning.

I was watching Taeyong for most of the concert, but I swear I saw Taemin’s face flash by for like half a second. I think the desperation to see Taemin live is getting too strong xD

(Ment #4) I fucking looked up and Taeyong had taken half of his sparkly jacket off during the ment. Guns fully loaded. Biceps at the ready. But my poor heart wasn’t >.< Haechan speaking Korean for the first time during the concert kind of made it more real that I was watching Korean idols who had traveled halfway across the world to perform in front of me. Taeyong and his backwards visor and casual black clothes is fucking hot. Taeil getting embarrassed when Johnny told him to growl and flex his muscles one more time, adorable :3 Taeyong did clapping push-ups, aegyo-ed, and fucking dabbed in the span of 20 seconds >.< Jaehyun asking if we’re ready to “get hot.” Boy, I’ve been steaming for an hour now (both literally and figuratively lol. Couldn’t find the time to take off my coat xD)

(Summer 127) The resonance and vibrations from the bass line had me shaking (in a good way). Taeyong’s front group seemed a little lost in the music when they finally went back into choreography—they kept looking at each other like “uh…” and wiggled their arms around aimlessly until it matched everyone else lol. Taeyong went HARD during this song. His panting had me thrown, and he rapped so hard his fucking vein popped out.

(Ment #5) Doyoung’s adorably cheesy fortune cookie story. Fortune cookie read, “You will touch the hearts of many.” Generic but absolutely true ^^ Taeyong’s pouty face before his ending speech. And he put his hands together, almost in prayer, when thanking his fans. It was so heartfelt and sweet.

(Pre-0 Mile) Taeyong’s switch from his soft voice when correcting the crowd’s move for “mine mine” to his deep, loud, crowd-pumping voice at the final “girl you’re just mine mine!” I love his duality. And the way he turned around to walk to the back of the stage for 0 Mile. Hot.

(0 Mile) Taeyong being a mom and picking up Doyoung after he fell to the ground trying to protect his abs xD He’s such a sweetheart <3

For the last three-ish songs, Taeyong was super energetic and hyped for the performances. It got me hyped too.

Their “San Jose is a real vibe-killer~~” xD

Someone threw a rose at Taeyong when they were walking from the left side audience to thank the right side, and he got adorably flustered. He fumbled with the rose a little bit, but he did manage to catch it.

Taeyong picked up the rose he had put down earlier to hold his members’ hands and bow. He was being such a tease with it, putting it sexily in his mouth, tango style, and turning around and pausing every two steps to pose with it. He also put on an adorable “San Jose” beauty pageant sash before posing with the rose and heading off stage. He was the last member to leave and he kept dorking around and teasing his fans, it was so freakin cute >.< (Side note: Found out later he was recently crowned “in charge” of their San Jose stop, which is why he had the sash.)

That ending^ was all I needed to make that whole concert worthwhile. I love you Taeyong <3

Concert ended at 10:40pm. Walked back to my car and drove home listening to nothing but NCT songs.

Post-concert thoughts: In the beginning, it felt like I was just watching another random concert. I was also hesitant about going even before that because I only really listened to about half the songs on the setlist. But I realized there’s something about concert settings that just makes everything sound amazing. The concert eventually evolved into something more meaningful and that I was super spazzy about and into (probably triggered by something Taeyong did lol), but it got so much more exciting after that and I loved it.

P.S. Taeyong’s shirt was sheer????

#concerts #nct 127 #fan account #text #my post #mine

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carpisuns · 2 years

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The way Marinette throws Chat Noir in the trash very angrily in one moment and in the other is like, "omg!! 😍💖💗Adrien😍💖💗 is sad!!! my poor baby CAN'T be sad!!" just..... sends me, lmao. The IRONY.

I find it genuinely funny 😅 It reminds how in the New York Special she was, like, EXTREMELY flustered around Adrien and couldn't even let him touch her without turning into a tomato/making a teapot noise, and then when she sees Chat Noir she's like, "excuse me, bitch?? watcha doing here??" But the best example was in Desperada when Adrien and Chat tell exactly the same joke, and she giggles at Adrien's joke and rolls her eyes at Chat 😭😭

Like. I can't see a sudden reveal going smoothly at all. She'll absolutely FREAK OUT 😂 (To be fair, I think that the difference in treatment it's not only about her crush on Adrien. She sees Adrien as this very sensitive, sweet boy and Chat Noir as this super cocky, confident hero who needs no coddling, if it makes sense...?) Anyway, Chat will have A LOT of fuel to make fun of her........ Wax lips, three suns, buttercup.... Y'know.

haha same! glaciator 2 made me laugh so much, including the trash can bit, and it's always so funny to see how differently she reacts to adrien vs chat noir. i gotta think that she'll be embarrassed about how spazzy she was around adrien when he was really her goofy dork of a partner all along lol.

as much as i appreciate the humor/irony of it though, i totally get why the difference in treatment is frustrating for a lot of fans. i feel that too at times. i am always rooting for marinette to get to the point where she can just speak comfortably with adrien and not be so weird and nervous because that would really make their friendship blossom. like, imagine if she could hang out with adrien the way she did with chat in glaciator 2. aaaa 😭

i'm also really hoping that she learns to see chat noir differently too. i get the sense that as much as she cares about him, she does tend to see him as being a little immature, not taking the job seriously, getting into trouble, etc. i definitely agree that she seems to see chat noir as too cocky to need coddling. i feel like she thinks he's pretty unflappable—like, if he's down for a second, it's okay because he'll bounce right back. "he'll be fine; he's chat noir." but sometimes he isn't fine! and he doesn't let her see that often.

i think glaciator 1 was the first time she really saw how sensitive and genuine and gentle chat noir really is, so she knows that side of him, but not nearly as well as we do, as the audience. there's a lot she doesn't see. she doesn't know how hurt he is by the events going on, and she doesn't see how hard he's trying and how much pressure he puts on himself. like, how long was he out there cataclysming ladynoir posters 😭😭 she had no idea that he was doing that! so yeah, while i do find marinette's adrien/chat noir disconnect super interesting and entertaining, i hope we see some development where marinette starts to naturally merge them a bit in her mind. not necessarily figuring it out (although that would be cool!) but at least just expanding her view of chat noir and seeing/understanding him more clearly on an individual level before she finds out he was adrien all along.

i agree that a sudden reveal would probably not go smoothly at this point, and the shock of it could've been really funny/entertaining in previous seasons, but at this point i feel like a reveal would be more angsty than anything D: im really excited to see whatever is in store for us but i'm hoping we won't get the reveal quite yet bc i would love to see some development first!

hahaha yesssss the post-reveal shenanigans will be AMAZING. i very much enjoy the idea of adrien good-naturedly teasing marinette for all the embarrassing things she did lol

#anon #ask #ml spoilers #ml glaciator 2

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softuris · 6 years

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it seems you are heaven sent

stanley uris x reader || oneshot

{lol this is short and lame but i got this request and i love sleepy stan vibes and yeah lmao . let me know whatcha think(: it would mean a lot(,:}

It was a cold night, considering it was still Fall in Derry. It was weather you could wear knit sweaters comfortabley in, and not fuss once. So you did, to Stan’s.

Of all the people in the Derry, your heart never seemed to get enough of Stanley. His lazy curls, kind eyes, and full cheeks always left you a flustered mess. You couldn’t help it. You were falling for your bestfriend.

And there you were, balancing on your tiptoes as you patiently waited for the door to open. Today was Friday, movie night, and Stan’s turn to host you and your friends over to his house.

After what felt like eternity, the doorknob wiggled it’s way to the right and the front door was opening. There stood Stan, a smile brighter than the snow that littered his yard. “You made it!” he chimed happily, before leaning in to evolpe you in a genuine hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled back meekly, hoping he hadn’t noticed your noticeably rosey cheeks. You suddenly remembered what you had been carrying, along with your bag for the night. Raising the container you spoke. “I um,,, I’ve got cupcakes, uh here.”

Stan ushered you inside, the numbness you hadn’t noticed until now in your lips ceasing to continue. “Oh sweet,” he closed the large door and watched you intently as you studied his house, new surroundings to you. “Want me to take them?” he asked, holding his arms out to take the container full.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth, as you were too nervous to talk coherently, until you noticed Stan hand on your shoulder, there to calm you down. “Y-yes,” you sputtered.

“Sweet,” he smiled again, taking the container from you and walking deeper into his house. “Bill and Mike are already here, by the way,” he hollered from down the hall, before noticing you weren’t behind him, and turned back around.

You urged yourself to follow him, or at least take a step. “Coming,” was all you could say. Slipping out of your shoes, you slid anxiously towards him.

Stan continued his trek to the kitchen, before gesturing to the connected living room. Sitting on the floor sat Bill and Mike, completely emersed in a videogame playing on a large TV mounted on a wall.

You turned and watched Stan push the cupcakes inside his fridge, and waited for him to join you in the living room. With a grunt, he was done, and placed a gentle hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room with your friends.

The cupcakes sugary contents were giving everyone spazzy tendencies. You all sat in a circle in Stan’s tidy bedroom talking for what felt like hours about school, about the teachers, and about,,,,, what shampoo Richie uses?

“I’m telling you, this is all natural!” he boasts, kicking his feet up ontop of each other.

Ben scoffs. “Richie you could be right, but my gut tells me you’re wrong.”

“Ben, your g-g-gut tells you a lot of things, l-like when to eat, b-but i- but i don’t think that applies here,” Bill chuckles, earning himself a shove from Eddie.

“What about you Bev; What kind of shampoo do you use?” Mike asks, adjusting his feet so he’s sitting criss cross applesauce.

Beverly reaches forward and plucks a cupcake out from the container. “Dove,” she answers bluntly, before shovelling the sugary pastry into her mouth, crumbs sticking to her green sweater’s sleeves.

“Hey that’s what I use!” you chime, leaning forward to highfive Beverly.

Stanley chuckles. “How did we get on this subject again?”

Eddie twirls up from his seat on Stanley’s bed, and stands a top it. “Can we PLEASE watch our movie now,” he whines, rocking his weight back and forth from his sock wearing feet. Two different colors. Cute.

“Yeah Stan, you’re the fucking host,” you tease, pulling on his shirt sleeve to get his attention.

Stan sighs, looking at his friends’ pressing expressions, focused on him. “Alright alright,” he muses before standing to his feet. “Lets pick a movie then.”

The lights were soon clicked off, and the group sat around the small TV in the corner of the neat room. Stan, you, Bill, Mike, and Beverly laid on Stan’s bed, on your tummies. Richie took the Stan’s desk’s swivel chair as Eddie sat comfortabley on the floor between Richie’s legs. Ben sprawled out beneath the bed in the floor.

Everyone was in their sweatshirts and sweatpants, huddled close to keep warm. You leaned close to Stan revelling in the heat he seemed to naturally provide. It was hard to focus on the horror movie displayed on the screen when you were in such close proximity with him. Before you knew it, you were subconciously leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Upon noticing your position, you couldn’t help but shiver, which only set Stan off.

“Are you cold,” was all he asked, quiet as to not disturb the others.

“Maybe a bit,” you whispered back, growing confident in the dark.

You felt his eyes glued to your cheeks.

“Stan,” you whispered, quieter than before.

And then Stan was sitting up, adjusting himself on his bed, earning himself glares from a comfortable Beverly and Bill who were also on the bed. “C’mere,” he called to you, getting your undivided attention. He leaned his back against the wall, and patted his leg gently, careful not to make much noise.

“Stan I-“

“You’ll be warm,” he whispers, and it sounds like a promise. Your fingers were frozen to the touch, and though you were nervous to move you ended up crawling to Stan’s side, and laying your legs over his perpendicularly. Your body immediatley felt relief from the cold.

Stan draped his clothed arm over your shoulders as you leaned into his torso, craving his warmth more than ever. Was it the sweatshirt he was wearing or whether was he just a warm person, you didn’t know, you simply craved his touch.

Lazily, his fingertips traced shapes into your calf as you continued to try focusing on the movie. Ever faint touch felt like fire as it sent butterflies straight to your stomach. You could get used to feeling this secure.

You didn’t usually get scared by horror movies, but this happened to be the one that always got you: Always left you leaping out of your seat or pulling yourself closer to the closest person to you. As a familiar jumpscare approaches you wondered if you and Stan could even get closer?

You could.

As the demon jumped out in front of the screen, the losers jumped, and you jumped right into Stan’s lap.

“Shit,” Stan sighed, recovering from the jumpscare. Running his fingers through his hair, he looked down to make sure you were alright, only to find you trembling within his arms. “It’s just a movie. I’ve got you,” he cooed sweetly, wrapping both arms tightly around your waist. You found yourself subconciously leaning back against his chest, loving his protective instinct to cradle you.

“Pfft yeah! It’s just a movie, Y/N,” Beverly hissed, taking a handful of popcorn into her mouth and swallowing. The losers proceeded to shush her efforts to fluster you.

Stan’s hand wandered to yours that sat anxiously in your lap. Taking them into his own, he mindlessly tugged on each finger. Dork.

His finger tugging turned into his bigs hands simply holding your sweaty ones. Gods, you couldn’t help it. You really hope he didn’t notice, and by the focused look on his face, he seemed to preoccupied with the movie to notice they were sweaty. Or even that he was holding them.

It was getting late, and the others could have possibly popped in another movie, however you were too dazed to notice. Stan hadn’t moved. He still patiently held you in his arms, the heart beat in his chest lulling you to sleep gradually.

It was a beautiful night: The distant buzz of the TV, the faint nip of cold air on your lips, occasional laughter from some of your bestfriends, and feeling of Stan’s heartbeat against your back.

The movies had ended, and with half-lidded eyes you glanced at the small clock on the desk.

2:18

The losers had gotten up from their spots around the TV and started setting up their sleeping bags for the night, something they should’ve done long ago. Stan held you in his lap, asking someone to get out your sleeping bag for you.

Stan placed a light kiss behind your ear, in an attempt to wake you up. “Y/N,” he whispered cautiously.

You hummed in response.

Your cheeks were red, tomato red, but this night had been so intimate you couldn’t even blame yourself for blushing.

“I’m going to lift you, ok?” Stan mumbled back, but it felt like a question; Looking for any sign that you didn’t want to be picked up. All you could bring yourself to do was nod.

Adjusting his arms behind your back and then behind your knees, he lifted you almost effortlessly out of his lap. The faint bustle of the Losers chatter could be heard, but truthfully you were to zonked to care. Stan carried you bridal style to the sleeping bag set up for you, and laid you down as gently as possible. Pulling a knit blanket over your sleepy form, he watched your chest rise and fall as you fell deeper into sleep.

But before you could go completely under you smile softly.

Stan notices and chuckles. “What?” he questions, a dazed smile spread across his features.

“Thank you,” is all you can whisper back, before sleep completely takes you.

Stan pulls the blanket up further for you, and rolls the sleeves up his droopy sweatshirt. “Of course,” he whispers, completely inaudible to the Losers in sleeping bags next to him, and then plants a gentle and soft kiss to your forehead.

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